#god I really hope I wrote all the lyrics correctly

[welcometoelliotstable]

Dollhouse

Relationships:

Greg/Gov

(And if you squint) Implied California/New York

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(This is a songfic using the song Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez)

Warning: angst

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Hey girl, open the walls

Play with your dolls

I sigh as I walk back into the statehouse again. 5 days a week, only Friday and Saturday for breaks.

I think the only real reason I kept this job was because of Gov, the states are just annoying.

We'll be a perfect family

"Oh Greg you're here! Great, we can start now! Can't have a meeting without filming an episode! Gotta get paid somehow..." Gov greeted mead I walked in. He mumbled the last part, but I heard it. Money's been tight, I realized that a while ago.

When you walk away is when we really play

Gov walks out of the room and immediately Florida runs at me, Louisiana and California close behind him. "Greg!! You're back!"

"I was gone for two days, Florida. You know I come back every time."

Florida isn't the brightest.

You don't hear me when I say

After the meeting, I go to speak to Gov. I always do, not that he ever listens.

"Mom, please wake up

Dad's with a slut

And your son is smoking cannabis"

"Hey I think California might finally have the whole Disneyland thing under control. It's safe to say he can handle himself now" I tell him.

No one never listens

"Sure, yeah" he mumbles, shuffling through papers on his desk.

This wallpaper glistens

"Alright, I'm gonna go sleep then" I tell him. Without waiting for an answer, I go upstairs to my room. It's next to California's and Texas'.

Don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen

Of course, they're fighting again.

I guess tomorrow might be a better day. 

Places, places

Get in your places

"Gov calm down, they're probably fine" Virginia tells Gov.

"No, they need to be here. They need to be sitting right across from me where I can see them or- or-"

Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces

"Greg, can you come comfort him? I'll try to find Loui and Florida" Gin asks me. "Yeah, sure." I reply.

Everyone thinks that we're perfect

"Gov it's okay, nothing's wrong."

He's having a panic attack.

Please don't let them look through the curtains

"Gin will find them, they're okay"

"No, no they aren't I can't- don't-" he chokes between tearless sobs.

Picture, picture, smile for the picture

"I found them!"

"Virginia, thank God you're back!" I exclaim.

Gov takes a few deep breaths, "finally. Now I know you two aren't hurt."

Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?

"Alright everyone sit down in your seats, we're going live today" I say, the states mostly know to listen to me. Except New York. He does what he wants.

Everyone thinks that we're perfect

"Alright, live in 3..

2..

1."

Please don't let them look through the curtains

Just after I finish my countdown, Gov shoots me a look that says "thanks for that"

I just simply nod and mouth, "don't thank me, thank Gin for findin' em"

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

I see things that nobody else sees

The meeting was just as eventful as any other, Texas and Cal got into a fight, Florida passed some questionable laws and Loui just drank to avoid responsibility.

After the meeting was over I did what I normally do and take the video equipment first, then go back to the Table for my sound equipment.

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

On my way back, I see Cali and Texas still at the table, New York seemingly holding Cal back.

"Don't, B. It's not worth yer time" he tells them.

"Don't tell me what to do, York!" They pull away from him, "I can fight my own battles!"

I see things that nobody else sees

I leave before it escalates.

I don't wanna be part of this mess.

Hey girl, look at my mom

She's got it going on

Gov is in the kitchen, not drinking coffee for once.

Ha, you're blinded by her jewelry

When you turn your back

I walk closer to him instead of continuing to my room. It might be nice to have a normal conversation with him for the first time in who knows how long.

She pulls out a flask

And forgets his infidelity

Turns out I was wrong, “Gov what the actual hell are you doing?!”

He’s drinking.

“Louisiana!” I scream, the tone in my voice harsher than I meant it to be.

Uh-oh, she's coming to the attic, plastic

Go back to being plastic

“Mais, what was dat for?” He says as he runs down the stairs.

“Did you by any chance give Gov vodka?”

No one never listens

“Nah, you know I only drink daiquiris”

This wallpaper glistens

“Sure you do.. just leave okay? Find out who gave him the vodka if you can”

One day they'll see what goes down in the kitchen

“I’m fine, Greg. Stop worrying so much” Gov says, his words are already slurring a bit.

“You need to get out of this addiction, Gov. You were doing so well, what even happened?”

Places, places

Get in your places

“It’s none of your business, Greg! Leave me alone! I hate all of you. You’re all useless.”

Loui looks hurt at the statement, but I just shake my head. Gov is an aggressive drunk, he doesn’t mean it.

He doesn’t mean it.

I just gotta remind myself that.

Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces

He doesn’t mean it towards the states.

He doesn’t mean it towards his coworkers.

He doesn’t mean it towards me.

Everyone thinks that we're perfect

“C’mon Gov, let’s get you upstairs”

“No! Absolutely not! I have work to do!” He screams, shoving me away.

Please don't let them look through the curtains

Louisiana tries to help me calm him down. He tells him, “What would dey all think if dey saw you like this? ‘specially Flo’ida, you know how much he cares ‘bout you, even if he don’t show it.”

“Especially me” I mumble to myself now than anyone else. Gov and Loui can’t hear me.

“Gov,” I start, “Louisiana’s right. You gotta calm down. For the states if not for yourself.”

Picture, picture, smile for the picture

He doesn’t answer, which usually means I’m right but he doesn’t want to admit it.

Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?

I take the bottle away from him and place it on the kitchen counter. “Come on, Gov. Let’s go upstairs.”

Everyone thinks that we're perfect

Please don't let them look through the curtains

We get to my bedroom and Gov sits on the bed. “You gotta stop this man, I hate seeing you like this” I say. Not that he’s gonna take me seriously but might as well try.

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

I see things that nobody else sees

A few hours pass, most of the time Gov just sits there and complains about everything while I edit episodes and send some emails to Ben, Liv and a few others. We were going to have them make a guest appearance again.

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

I see things that nobody else sees

After I finished my work, I joined Gov on the couch. He’s listening to true crime again, honestly I can’t blame him. That stuff is interesting.

Hey girl (hey girl)

Hey girl, open your walls

Play with your dolls

We'll be a perfect family

“Gov, you wanna go sleep? It’s gotten pretty late” I ask him.

“Mmm I don’t wanna get up” well, that’s a first.

Places, places

Get in your places

“Alright, stay here then. I’ll get you tea” I offer. “Coffee?” He pleads.

“Absolutely not”

Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces

I go downstairs to the kitchen to make tea and see Florida and Louisiana sitting at the table. “You okay, Florida? You look a bit off” I ask. I’ve gotten to know the states pretty well.

Everyone thinks that we're perfect

“I-is Gov okay? I didn’t means to stress him out so much.. I- Loui told me what happened, Greg” he turns to face me.

Please don't let them look through the curtains

“He’s okay, Florida. I promise. He’s gonna go to sleep soon”

“Mais sha, I told ya he’d be alright”

“I guess you were right Loui, I just- I know I’m a lot of trouble but I’ll stop if he needs me to-“ Florida starts, but I cut him off before he can finish, “Florida, no! You make him happy! Sure, he gets stressed when you’re not in his sight but that’s because he feels responsible for you. Almost like a big brother”

Picture, picture, smile for the picture

Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?

“I see him as a big brother..” Florida lightly laughs, his voice bitter.

Everyone thinks that we're perfect

“Seriously Florida, he’s okay. I promise.”

Please don't let them look through the curtains

“I believe you, Greg. Thanks.”

“Of course”

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

I see things that nobody else sees

I grab the tea cup off the stove and proceed upstairs back to my bedroom.

“Here, Gov. drink at least a little bit” I say, handing the cup to him.

“Thanks Greg, I don’t know what I’d- what any of us would do without you”

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

“It’s my honor, Gov”

I see things that nobody else sees

We lay down next to each other in the bed, and when his hand accidentally brushed mine, my heart skips a beat. After a few minutes pass, the silence only proves Gov has finally fallen asleep.

I quietly get out of the bed and grab the tea cup to take it back to the kitchen.

“I love you” I whisper to him before closing the door to my room, “I really, really do”

I know he’ll never hear it.

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@uriahcantdraw

#wttt #welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #wttt shipping #fanfiction #wttt fanfic #wttt gov #wttt Greg #god I really hope I wrote all the lyrics correctly

[an-animagi]

christmas time!! this is my gift for @honeyblockm for the @mcytblrholidayexchange!!

i wrote a fic (which i put below the cut, and the ao3 link is here) and i was really excited to write this!! originally i planned for it to be longer but my brain switched up on me partway through, so hopefully you still enjoy this!!

ive had a lot of fun writing this actually, considering ive read one wedding fic, have been to two weddings i dont remember and all of c!quackity's experiences when it comes to engagement and marriage, and i hope you are satisfied with what ive created :)

this has rolled in at 1040 words, just in case anyone is interested (i dont usually post fics on tumblr ehe i have no clue what im doing✨✨)

ALMOST FORGOT!!! its called 'me and my husbands (we're sticking together)' stolen inspired by 'me and my husband' by mitski (i have just made the lyric plural lol)

-=~=-

Quackity almost expected to be left alone at the altar. Again.

Between the shit-storm that was his relationship with Schlatt, and then the failed wedding attempt a few months back, he hadn’t had many positive experiences of being stood at the concrete table, waiting for a time that no clock could reach.

Or, more correctly, he hadn’t had any, so sue him for setting his standards low. Maybe this time he wouldn’t have to hold back tears after the second hour. Maybe the tissues he wore as armour would protect the open wound in his back from the inevitable knife that kept getting rammed between his ribs.

But that wasn't the point. The point was, that when the heavy doors creaked open again, Quackity didn't nervously glance at them. He didn't restlessly readjust the veil covering the back of his head. His wings didn't shuffle awkwardly behind him.

(He was getting better at lying to himself.)

The door slammed shut with an echoing bang, startling the avian. Usually, anyone entering or leaving did so quietly, slipping in or out of the small hall awkwardly. Instead, when Quackity turned to face the door, his shoulders slumped and he released a breath he hadn't realised he had been holding.

As the seated guests began turning their heads in alarm at the sound, Sapnap started his confident march down the aisle, hitching the skirt of his dress up part way through with a huff. Feeling his cheek feathers begin to fluff up, Quackity used all of his willpower to force them to lie flat.

God his fiance was hot.

Quite literally, too, if the faint smoke coming off his fingertips was anything to go off of. With a quick lick of his lips, the avian admired the way that the white dress accented his fiance’s features, watching the demon hybrid walk between the rows of chairs towards him.

White fabric exaggerating his pecs, Sapnap ungracefully dropped the bunched skirt as he reached the altar. If they hadn't been surrounded by both of his fiances’ family members, Quackity wouldn't have hesitated for even a second. As it was, his hand twitched with the urge to squeeze. He thanked God for giving him enough self control to not start groping his fiance’s chest at their wedding altar.

Wings twitching, Quackity met Sapnap’s eyes as they traced his body, smirking at the familiarly hungry look in his fiance’s eyes. Striking his right hip to the side, the avian suppressed a shiver at the wispy fabric of his own dress brushing past his legs and instead wiggled his eyebrows at the black-haired man.

Making a show of flirting like this made it easier for Quackity to ignore the doubts still present in the back of his mind, ignore the whispers of Karl forgetting again, ignore the slight tremble to his hands that had persisted for days and made painting his nails a much more tiresome endeavour than it should have been.

There were two of them now. Quackity could not be alone anymore.

Then, the door creaked open once more and this time the avian let himself look towards it. Sapnap turned as well, both anticipating the final member of their trio to enter the hall and join them. And neither were disappointed.

With the door falling shut behind him, Karl sheepishly grinned at the pair already at the altar. The dress he wore was the only one which reached the panelled flooring, trailing slightly behind him as he walked down the aisle towards the stone table. In his hands sat a small bouquet of flowers, yellow tulips and daffodils wrapped in a white cloth and cushioned by his palms.

A classical song Quackity couldn’t remember the name of played in the background, his thoughts fully consumed by the sight of his fiance in a pristine wedding gown rather than the odd musical choices one of the men he was marrying had made. 

If asked, each of them would answer that it had been Sapnap’s idea to wear the dresses. In truth, it had been Quackity who had jokingly offered to wear a dress to their wedding, a smile tugging at his lips as the brunette of the group turned to face him and determined that he would wear the dress, that he wouldn’t mind the white and his hair would clash against it less than the other’s black.

Then Sapnap had declared that they were all wearing dresses, and it had snowballed into looking at renting or purchasing prices and deciding that weddings were expensive.  The odd looks upon entering stores which sold dresses and instead being directed towards suits would likely take a while to stop staining the avian’s mind, but in the end the throuple were going to get married.

It ended in their meeting at the altar. Then something new would begin.

Soon enough Karl reached his two fiances, standing between them both with a shining grin on his face. A soft look crossed Sapnap’s face, and Quackity smiled in response, his heart beating wildly as he took in the sight of both gorgeous men in their dresses. God he loved these two so much.

As they all stood, watching each other with smiles on their faces, waiting for the ceremony to start. His stomach fluttering, Quackity couldn’t help the tears that brimmed at the corners of his eyes at the thought that after that day, nothing would be the same. 

Most people would call it a new adventure but Quackity hated that. He hated the uncertainty that threatened to taint every moment and the lack of warmth, a comfort that should fill his chest, at hearing the word and the idea of there being a risk. He could lose everything all over again.

But with the adoring look in both of his fiance's eyes, the avian knew that wouldn't happen. They wouldn't let it happen.

So this was it, the start of something new.

And maybe it sounded less exciting or romantic, but Quackity liked the security. He liked being sure that the fears running wild in his mind would never form in the real world. He would never be alone again.

Not for as long as he had Karl and Sapnap.

#fanfiction #dsmp #karlnapity #mcytblrgiftexchange2023 #gift exchange #im still pretty bad at tagging oops sorry about that

[asshlyyyy]

Elvis (Austin!Butler x Reader)

Chapter 6

Everything is starting to pick up and I am all here for it. I want to get these chapters out quick. This isn’t exactly my most popular serious going on... but I love writing it and maybe one day it will get the love it deserves.

This chapter holds a few songs, three in total... but two are the same song just different tempos. I did this because the reader, Haylo, switches how she sings depending on her mood. When she performs its energetic and upbeat. Whenever she’s practicing or just sad... or just down in general... she’ll sing slower.

I hate how this chapter ended... I’m not exactly proud of it... but I hope someone can find enjoyment in it!

Chapter 5

Masterlist

Pairing: Austin!Butler x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, spelling and grammatical errors, mentions of sexual abuse/ rape.

Word Count: 3.5k

Songs: Baby, Let’s Play House, I Say A Little Prayer (Connie Talbot Cover), I Say A Little Prayer (Sing 2)

You tapped the pencil against the book as you tried to figure out what to write next. You've been in the car for... quite some time. In the beginning, everyone was talking and whatnot, you mostly kept your mouth shut. You were still kind of upset about getting interrupted. It wasn't Gladys' fault. She didn't know. So, you did what you did best... You wrote your feelings out into a song.

Everyone was pretty much lost in their own thoughts or briefly talking amongst themselves. Well, Vernon and Gladys were talking together. Elvis was focused on the road. He would occasionally sing along to the song that would play on the radio... but you've been quiet for the whole trip so far. 

You looked down at your songbook once more and read over the lyrics you currently had written down. It wasn't much, but it gave you enough to know the bases of what the song would be. 

You'll stay in my heart and I will love you Forever (Forever), and ever (Ever) We never will part, oh, how I love you Together (Together), together (Together)

It was mostly going to be the chorus. You felt foolish really, writing about your feelings. Well, you've done it before... it felt strange this time. If you went ahead and recorded it... would Elvis know it's about him? God... you hoped not. You hummed the lyrics so often. Your voice was flooded out by the radio that Elvis had on.

That's how it must be to live without you. Would only mean heartbreak for me (Nobody but me)

You started to tap your foot against the ground, creating a tune in your head.

Forever (Ever), and ever (Ever) You'll stay in my heart and I will love you Forever (Forever), and ever (Ever) We never will part, oh, how I love you Together (Together), together (Together) That's how it must be to live without you Would on mean heartbreak for me (Ooh, ooh-hoo)

Well, you got the chorus done, and you were pretty proud of yourself. Then again, you had great inspiration. You turned your head and looked at Elvis softly. His one piece of hair that usually laid against his forward, flew with the wind. You smiled gently at his sight. A feeling so indescribable he made you feel a million things. Was it crazy to say you love him? You turned your attention back to your songbook.

Elvis turned to look at you. It was a quick look, but still... he wanted every chance to glance at you. To see your hair breeze against the wind. To see you angrily push the strands of hair out of your face. Part of him wished that it was just you and him on the road. Going on a trip to the coast or something. He wanted every moment to spend time with you alone... God, what he would give for that. He wanted to have his hand on your thigh. He wanted to feel you. He wanted to make sure you were always there next to him.

As Elvis looked back over to the road, you started to grow frustrated with this song. It’s a goddamn love song and you can’t even get the words together correctly to make it around even remotely good. Trapped in a car for who knows how much longer. The perfect time to write a song. Come on… come on… think… just think about Elvis… think about Elvis. Let the tip hit your paper… and write… you got this… you got this.

The moment I wake up… Before I put on my makeup. I say a little prayer for you. And while I’m combing my hair now. And wondering what dress to wear now (wear now). I say a little prayer for you

Forever (forever), and ever (yeah). You’ll stay in my heart and I will love you. Forever (forever, and ever (ever). We will never part, oh how I love you. Together (together), together (together). That’s how it must be to live without you. Would only mean heartbreak for me (Ooh-hoo)

I run for the bus dear. Bite while riding I think of us, dear (Us, dear). I say a little prayer for you. And at work I just take time. And all through my coffee break time (break time). I say a little prayer for you

Forever (forever), and ever (ever). You'll stay in my heart and I will love you. Forever (Forever), and ever (Ever). We never will part, oh, how I love you. Together (Together), together (Together). That's how it must be to live without you. Would only mean heartbreak for me (Nobody but me). Forever (Ever), and ever (Ever). You'll stay in my heart and I will love you. Forever (Forever), and ever (Ever). We never will part, oh, how I love you. Together (Together), together (Together). That's how it must be to live without you. Would on mean heartbreak for me (Ooh, ooh-hoo)

My darling~

“What are ya writin’ there?” Elvis broke you out of your thoughts. Well, more like scared you out of your thoughts. Which caused you to make a deep dark leaded pencil mark on your paper.

“Elvis,” you let out a sigh and started to erase the mark. You wouldn’t be able to get with of all of it… but maybe… just maybe… you’ll be able to recover what you had JUST WRITTEN.

“Sorry,” he chuckled lightly, “didn’ mean to scare ya, sweetheart.”

“Well you did,” you huffed gently and continued to work on the line. Every so often you would wipe the dusting off the eraser markings out the window.

“Is it a song?”

“Mhm,” you hummed a response.

“Can I hear?” He then asked. You froze in your spot and your face started to get red. You can’t sing it now!? Everything would be ruined. You have to stay in the same room as him! Talk about awkward.

“I-uh… it-it’s not done yet,” you shook your head.

“That’s okay,” 

“Oh- but-“ you then turned up the radio louder. “I just absolutely love this song!” You yelled over the music. Elvis rolled his eyes playfully and turned down the volume.

“If ya don’ want to share, ya don’ have to.” Elvis said. You could sense the tone of hurt in his voice. You didn’t want to hurt him… you just didn’t want to hurt what you two had. you nodded slowly and closed your eyes. Now you were the bad guy.

There were a few moments of silence before you felt your songbook being ripped out of your hands. Your eyes widened and you looked over at the culprit who had one hand opened to the page, and his other hand still on the wheel. You reached over for you but Elvis held his elbow out blocking you.

"Elvis! Give it back!" 

"Now now, what's so important that ya have to hide it from me, darlin'?"

"Elvis, don't read that." You warned him.

"blah blah blah… blah blah… you'll stay in my heart and I will love you. Forever... and ever..." You covered your face in embarrassment. "We never will part, oh, how I love you. Together, together... That's how it must be to live without you. Would only mean heartbreak for me." 

You had no words for how you felt right now. You were so embarrassed, and you couldn't even escape it! Locked in a car with the person you wrote the song about?? It's hard... it's... well it's plain right fucking embarrassing. You wanted to cry if you were being honest. Cry and disappear into a dark room.

"A love song hm? Who for?" Elvis looked over at you and chuckled at your figure. "Must be me if ya so embarrassed."

"I hate you." You muttered and kept your face covered.

"According to this song, you love me."

"How do ya know it's even about you?" You turned to face him. Big mistake, your red face, and watering eyes were a dead giveaway.

"Well, the lyrics, and your face... and voice." You let out a huff and folded your arms against your chest. 

"I hope you miss the turn," you rolled your eyes and faced away from him.

"Give me ya pencil," he said and held a hand out towards you. You tossed the pencil his way, tired of his crap already. You heard him scribble down in your songbook. 

After a while, your songbook was handed back over to you. You took it and held onto it. You didn't want to look at what he did. Not only out of spite for him, but you also just didn't want to. You were scared to frankly. Somewhere in this book, there was a scribble that said I don't love you and you didn't want to see that. You weren't ready for rejection. You didn't even want to think about rejection at the moment.

"Come on, look at it," Elvis tried to push you. He wanted you to see it. He needed you to see it.

"I don't want to," you mumbled softly.

"Please?" His voice sounded soft and gentle. Almost as a beg for you to read it. You let out a shaky breath and pushed a piece of loose hair behind your hair. You opened the songbook and searched for the page that you were working on. As you found the page you easily found Elvis' handwriting and read it.

My darlin', believe me For me, there is no one but you Please love me true I'm in love with you Answer my prayer, baby Say you'll love me true Answer my prayer, baby

You didn't know what to say. You didn't even know how to react. It was quite embarrassing the way you were confessing all considering... You at least imagined it would be out in the fields. Not cooped up in a car with his parents in the back. You ran your thumb over the words and smiled. Not only did he confess, he just helped you write a song. This was a major win-win situation. You bit your bottom lip and closed the book. You looked over at Elvis and smiled.

The rest of the trip wasn't so bad. You guys only had to stop a few times. Mostly bathroom breaks and to fill the tank up, but that was about it. You were all pretty much stuffed up with food thanks to Gladys' breakfast. So, when you arrived at the motel you four were going to stay at, you were more than happy to stretch your legs out.

"I'm going to get us the rooms," Vernon stated.

"I'll go with you," Gladys spoke up. Elvis and you in return nodded your heads. Vernon and Gladys then headed inside as you made your way over to the back of the car. Elvis sunk up behind you and wrapped his arms around you.

"Now that they're gone," he said in a mumble against your neck. You let out a breath and felt yourself fall against his touch.

"Elvis..." you said gently.

"Mmm?" he kissed a kiss against your neck softly. You pulled away from him and looked at him.

"I'm not having sex with you." You stated, thinking that was what he wanted.

"I- well now." You laughed at his reaction and started to grab the bags out. 

"I want to go slow. Savor these moments." You said gently as Elvis helped pull the bags out.

"There will be plenty of sweet moments. Sex is-"

"Imma stop ya right there. Women are supposed to save themselves for marriage. So, until there's a ring on both our fingers... not happening." You explained with an innocent smile. Elvis let out a groan and shook his head.

Well, you weren't exactly saving yourself. You couldn't... You looked around at your surroundings and found yourself staring off into the distance. Truth be told... you hated sex, and you had every right to. Sure, you couldn't pin every bad moment on that one time... but that one time... turned into many times.

Those nights you laid in bed, tears on your face... You felt used... like a dirty rag left in her bed to rot. You'll spend hours in the bath trying to clean off his touch. It never worked, his touch was always there, well... until Elvis. 

"All right, I have the keys," Vernon spoke up as he came over to the two of you. "We're in room 205, and you got 208."

"Thanks, daddy," Elvis took the key out of his hand. "I'll take your bags up to your room."

"You don't have to do that," Vernon said looking at his son. Elvis just shrugged and went ahead with it anyways. You knew he was doing it as a distraction. He wasn't to perform till tomorrow night and he was already nervous.

"He's just nervous is all," you sent Vernon a small smile.

"I appreciate you being here, Y/n. He probably would've lost it by now." Vernon said to you, a small smile on his face.

"Oh I don't doubt it," you chuckled, "but he would've been okay."

"Maybe he would've... but you're making it easier." You smiled at yourself and felt your face heat up. You shook your head and picked up your bag along with Elvis'.

"I'm going to take our bags up." You told them and started to walk up to your room. Were you ready for this? Think about it... Y-you didn't... You-

"Elvis, hey, look at me." You placed your hands on his arms. His breath was shaky, he was shaky. He was already sweating from the nerves he was experiencing. He lifted his head and his blue eyes soon found yours.

"There you are," you smiled gently and moved your hands up to his neck, and soon his face. You caressed his face gently.

"You are going to kill it out there. You have your fans watching you." You said softly. Elvis looked at you, confused... nervous... the whole nine yards.

"What fans?" He asked. He mostly did have a point. No one knew what Elvis Presley looked like. They knew his voice and that was about it. Nothing more... nothing less.

"Your parents, me... Jesse." Elvis sucked in a breath and leaned his head down on your shoulder. You rubbed his back gently.

"I'm so funkin' scared." He mumbled out. 

"Once you start playing, you'll know what to do." You said gently and kissed his cheek. Elvis nodded against your neck and pulled away a bit afterward.

"What would I do without ya," he smirked gently. 

"Shit your pants," you teased gently. Elvis rolled his eyes playfully and walked past you, making sure to nudge his arm into you.

"Rude," you gasped lightly. He chuckled and grabbed your hand and brought it up to his lips.

"Always." he placed a kiss upon it.

"All right, let's just get going." you shook your head. The two of you walked back into the building. 

"He's a young singer from Memphis, Tennessee. Got a song out on the Sun label. It's all over the radio. Give him a warm Hayride welcome to a Mr. Elvis Presley." The announcer said. Man, you really should've brought your cowboy hat and boots. Now that... would've been a statement piece but god- nothing would stand out more than Elvis.

His pretty in pink Beale Street suit. When you first watched him pull it out of his bag you loudly gasped. To which, Elvis laughed at your reaction. You've never seen anything like it before. Most guys refused to wear pink in fear of appearing too feminine... but Elvis... he went all out. Not to mention the black lacey button-up. He knew how to dress. 

"WOOO!" You smiled and clapped your hands. A wide smile on your face. You looked next to you and spotted the guy that was on before him.

"Sorry," you softly apologized and looked back out towards the boys.

"That ya, boyfriend?" He asked. You chuckled and shook your head. Well, you two weren't in a relationship. He didn't exactly ask you out either... so... really... you had no idea what you two were. 

"No, just a really good friend." You smiled and kept your eyes on Elvis. You could see his hand still shaking.

"Elvis, how are you this evening?" The announcer asked him.

"Just fine, how you, sir?" Elvis asked back before the man can finish speaking. His southern gentleman flourished.

"Are you all geared up with your band there to..."

"I'm all geared up." He nodded, yet again answering before the announcer finished. It was his nerves doing that. 

"...let us hear your songs?"

"Uh... well, I'd like to say how happy we are to be down here. It's a real honor for us to be... Get a chance to appear on the Louisiana Hayride. We're gonna do a song for you we got on Sun Records. Uh... You got anything else to say, sir?" Elvis turned his head to look at the announcer.

"No. I'm Ready" The announcer replied with a shake of his head. 

"It goes... It goes something like this..." He said softly and closed his eyes.

"Oh, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby" He started to sing lightly. The feedback from the mic absolutely screwed him up with the high pitch screech. "Baby, baby, baby., baby, baby, baby."

Baby, Let's Play House was a favorite of yours. Then again... all of his songs were your favorite... His voice is just... It blended so well and worked with everything he would sing. It didn't matter the genre... he could rock it. 

"Come back, baby I wanna play house with you."

"Get a haircut, fairy!" Laughter erupted in the room. As if he was fueled by such a comment, he took in a deep breath and opened his mouth.

"Well! you may go to college You may go to school You may have a pink Cadillac But don't you be nobody's fool."

Before you knew what was happening, everything was going in slow motion... Girls were screaming and you well... You didn't know how to feel. You've heard him sing but... this man could move... well... it was all just a blur. You could barely hear Hank Snow complain about the way Elvis was moving.

The curtain closed and Elvis just stood on stage. He didn't believe what had just happened and honestly... you were the same way. You didn't even move towards him at first until Scotty and Bill's voice broke you out of thought. You shook your head and went out to him. You placed your hand on his arm and smiled.

"That was amazing, Elvis." You complimented. He looked at you and smiled. "Thank you, almost got dead there but," he chuckled and took off the strap of his guitar, pulling it over his head.

"Yeah," you chuckled lightly and shook your head. You definitely knew what he was talking about... totally... You were totally weren't lost in thought about... some things... You did not want to admit anything, but... boy he made you feel things no one has ever made you feel before.

"Hope you can replace your jacket," you said as you two walked off to the dressing room.

"I hope so too, I liked that suit." Elvis chuckled and threw an arm around your shoulders.

"You looked good. All those girls agree as well." You looked up at him. He smiled softly and shook his head.

"Eh, Bill and Scotty think they only liked my wigglin'." 

"I don't blame them... that was something else." You commented and plopped down on the couch when you got back to the dressing room.

"I wouldn't have been able to do it without you," Elvis admitted and put his guitar down on the table. You looked at him confused. What did you do? If anything you just stood there and looked pretty.

"I didn't do anything. I just stood on the sidelines." You replied. He shook his head and sat down next to you. He was close... unbelievable close... you two could almost kiss. Which you really wanted to.

"You did more than you think, darlin'." He pressed a kiss against your cheek. You sucked in a breath and heard the door open. You pulled away from Elvis like you two were doing something wrong.

You saw his parents walk in and everything went into a blur. You were lost in your thoughts and didn't care too much about Gladys complaining about how inappropriate those girls were acting... and how they could've killed her booby. Part of you wished you were out in the crowd at the front. Having him lean down towards you... grab your face...

"Haylo."

"Hm?" You looked around confused. You didn't even know who called your name.

"You okay? You look a bit pale, dear. Are you getting sick?" Gladys spoke to you. Oh God... was it showing? You felt your face heat up. 

"Oh n-no sorry I- I'm just lost in thought is all..." You picked at the buttons on your shirt. 

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything, just wanted to speak to the boy." A new voice entered the room.

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[traumxrei-archive]

its me again with the arabic lyric and poetry stuff , but honestly what hurt me the most was finding out that both "ana wa leila" and "mustaqil" were based on true stories

"mustaqil" takes place in palestine during one of the many wars for the land , where the poet's lover dies on her way to give him something at the border. he watches as she takes her last breath , for his sake. " strew your hair around me , strew. and let us spend the night of a lifetime together. that's how my death becomes astonishing. hug me, kiss my eyes and go on." his lover , souad , was known to have beautiful long hair and scholars claim that he spoke at some point to his friends about how he loved the way that it would embrace him whenever he embraced her.

and "ana wa leila" took place during the arab romanticism and colonial period at one of the many arts schools in arabia. the poet wanted to marry leila , so he promised her that when he got rich enough to support her , he'd marry her. she came from a prestigious family , so much so that when the poet made his goal a reality , she had already been betrothed to another. he preformed his poem to at a competition for the school and both leila and the man she was betrothed to were moved to tears. while he cried after barely making it through the poem , the poet was asked to repeat the beautifully solemn words he wrote for the crowd. if i remember correctly , he never found love again.

at the moment im trying to learn italian and french so i can read those poems as well ! i do hope you the best on your literary journey <33

(arabic lyrics/poetry talks !!)

hello hello !! nice of you to come here to crush my heart into little pieces again /j for legal reasons that's a joke, it's nice to hear from you hehe

AHDHSFJDFH *SLAMS HAND INTO TABLE* MUSTAQIL I'M- i'm so sad ? that's it i'm just sad, i can'ttttt- that gives a brand new meaning and perspective to it. the whole time i thought that it was him dying and her comforting him through it, but turns out it was the other way around. it breaks my heart that the last few lines were probably the things that she said to him as they spent their last night together,,,, "i'm growing tired and my eyes need to close" aahhh god the embracing with the hair part................. romance was invented when the broken hearted took up their pens as swords, laying their devotion and longing out in bloodied ink just for a chance that their beloved would stay.

aghhhhh leila !! *shakes fist* but i can kinda understand, back then it was common practice to marry whoever could provide for you, no matter if it was love or not. i feel so bad for our poet.... it probably took him so long to gather all his riches and to gain as much prestige in the world of literature to have enough money to finally face her again. he probably thought of her constantly when times were hard and everything....only to find out that she was taken by another man :'))))) the thought of him performing this poem to the school, baring his bleeding heart in carefully spun verses as the object of his affections and her betrothed watched on.... your honor i am nothing short of devastated.

thank you so much for taking the time to share these stories with me ! they really helped add another layer to the poems and lyrics that i've already read and i'm sure i won't be forgetting about souad and leila and the men who love them any time soon. i wish you the best of luck on your italian + french studies !! and you're welcome to drop by an ask or a dm whenever you'd like to recommend any poetry / songs to me :D my doors are always wide open hehe

#/trau replies #/amorisqasayid #lovely stuff #i love breaking my own heart #i have a list of songs #i go to when i want myself to be sad #bc the lyrics just destroy my heart #good fuel for when i needa write angst #also these stories were just...beautiful #it really shows you how human poets can be #and how something so tragic as losing a love can be immortalized in prose

[carpedzem]

I saw a while ago you got an ask from an anon asking for loveposting of Dream, and I was wondering if you could do it again but of just cc!Dream? For some reason, I'm getting a lot of baseless takes saying that Dream was totally responsible for Gee's harassment and he's trying to control twt by "taking away their freedom of speech" all over my dash and its both confusing and a little hurtful bc I've tagged cw negative but nobody tags their posts correctly, and besides, Dream is very vocal about his covid warrior takes, and I was hoping you could flood my dash with cc!dream positivity because I love him /parasocial

oh boy, nonny, it looks like you need a better people to follow o.o

first of all Dream is not responsible for Gee's harassment, if anything he could say nothing but chose to step in to save CC's asses even if we can assume he didn't support the idea. that control twt thing I don't even want to touch, it's just stupid. okay, with this out of our way ✨ love posting time! ✨

this is based on assumptions only but the possibility that he had The Talk tm with George about the party and still wrote that answer on twt, to make situation better. damn, he really loves his friends :')

Dream Covid Warrior We Stan

Change My Clothes is sooo??? <333 gods I love this song and I love that he has a chance to work with music and with artist he respect. and this song is so smoothing. lyrics are a little sad but also so hopeful

You miss all of the shots that you don't take :)

his recent irl content! it's not only h*t but also it's something endearing seeing he is, in fact, real person. I saw somewhere post that it also might be him getting used to being in front of camera and this makes me so soft :')

cargo pants were sent to him, why are we Like This, and he decided, yes, I'm going to do photo session with them, why is he Like This /pos

Dream's and Sapnap's friendships gives me so much feelings recently, they love each other so much, I'm so happy they can live together and see each other on daily basic and send themselves memes even if they are in the same house

the way he sometimes just hop on twt to cause chaos??? this is so funny. why did he 'bullied' his fan? why does he have 176 nipples? why did he 😳 Punz's ratio? and remember, he has a house

That Suit tm

when he says "Hi!", or giggle <3

the fact that he saves funny photos of his friends just to send them! and that he scrolls old messages and finds funny bits. he just, he loves them so much

he liked Tommy idea about where Manhunt should start and used it!

his "Well-" <3

I don't know if I ever talk about it but I absolutely love Quackity's stream when he was Dream's therapist. It's so funny, I find myself rewatching it once in a while. comfort stream for sure :)

on one of Puffy stream, when he was talking about beginning of DSMP and how long they all know each other! and the fact that DSMP brought dteam and Punz together again! gods, this is such a wonderful story, looking at how often they appear at each other streams like, this makes me so soft :>

just... he <3

#nonny #dreamwastaken #i tried to come up with a new ones I hope you like it! :D #also LMAO nonny dont make me start on freaking tagging in this fandom #hate hate hate anger

[ruby-whistler]

Are you normal or do u sometimes go "IVE BEEN SCARED OF SLEEPING WITH THE LIGHTS ON(off? Idk its hard to decipher)"/lyrics -curious anon

me: oh boy, can't wait to try and make a tumblr blog! Before i do i should research it- *what in the hecking heck is an xkit*

djskdjsk i had no idea what an xkit was until yesterday and when i got it i got too confused and uninstalled it - dw curious anon i don’t use it either i just vibe and do whatever i guess. if you tag correctly and make good posts things should work out, can’t wait to see your acc around!

I got some sad-ist merch :DDD!!

yooo!! that’s so pog for you! it’s probably pretty comfy :D

me standing ominously in your askbox waiting to rec my fav fics:

fjsjdjsk i literally just finished passerine i still have 80 more (some of which are like 300k words long) on my to-read but uh if they have c!dream mischaracterized i’ll not be reading them anyways so it’s very hit-or-miss, will probably get through some of them quicker-

After many moons spent under the dsmp, seeing discourse and analysis alike, i have come to the conclusion i simply do not have the energy to care about any lore outside of c!tubbo and c!tommy's and will only defend them. And that is ok. It is ok to not watch or care about all dsmp or want to discourse about them or analyze. Idk man was thinking deep thoughts today

it’s ok to watch entertainment and enjoy it the way you want to! it’s great to want to enjoy or talk about your fav character!

the problems come up when you attack other people for their perspectives on the medium or spread misinformation about different characters based on only watching the perspective you like, but you know - if you’re not doing analysis, you really don’t need to look that deep into it.

it’s ok to just chill. your feelings about characters are valid! :D so yeah i agree with you! let people with different opinions exist if they’re also being respectful (e. g. tagging correctly).

Hey ik u worked with animgician's newest vid and i found a not-crit (i rlly think) little thought on it if u wanna see it

yoo feel free to send it in!!

No one: me: *shuffles around* wanna hear about my cool warden c!tommy au?

may i interest u in a little bit of my writing? If not that is ok i just wanna see if my writing is any good before working on a fic lol

Anyways if i am not in the askbox for a little it is because i am now writing a proper fic thing out. Wish me luck o7 -curious anon (i have three different lyrics i am going to be incorporating and a little analysis and just a smidgen of projection)

Ruby do u wanna read a little something i wrote? *does the little fingers thing* its really short just a headcanon with a little prose

i sure do! that sounds rlly cool - are you sure you don't wanna make a post about that on your own account though? i don't mind seeing it at all but i think the c!tommy tag would be able to appreciate that au better than my followers. you've gotta find the right target audience, y'know? /lh

though of course i'd love to see your writing, i'm sure it's great! looking forward to it :]

Ayo i remembered u talking about how punitive punishment doesn't work the other day so i want to discuss. What would u consider to be a fitting "punishment" for c!dream's canonic killing of mexican dream?/gen

i mean... we're not trying to - being against punitive justice is about the fact punishment is wrong, not just certain types of it. asking me what a "fitting punishment" would be is sort of very not getting the point.

hurting people further is not going to teach them anything and it’s not going to help anyone, why is it necessary?

so the answer is: none. he shouldn’t be punished, actually! he should learn on his own that what he did wasn’t right, and that’s about it. that’s the thing about transformative justice. him becoming a better person who Wouldn’t Do That again because it goes against who he is.

however, there’s also restorative justice, which is working to “make it up” to the victims. to which i propose; dream has the revival book and could literally bring him back once he is out of the prison. give him some powder maybe. md would probably be chill w/ that.

Yknow. In all my time in dsmpblr i can confidently say that the main differnece between c!dream apologist/enthusiants and c!wilbur/sam ones is that the c!wilbur/c!sam ones want their fav to have a breakdown and c!dream ones want theirs to get positive reinforcement /hj /lh

i’m pretty sure the sam and wil ones also want them to get better/get redeemed, at least deep down, but i get what you mean! you’re *glances at the 🟩⛏ gc where all we do 24/7 is write angst about c!dream being terribly hurt and then we cry about it* 100% correct. no angsters who like the pain here *nervously laughs* we all just want him to heal and be happy for the rest of his life with no heart-shattering breakdowns whatsoever! /s /lh

Hope ur having a great day m8 :]] -curious anon (also i have a new canon fact i wanna share. In quackity's alt lore stream yesterday he said (to the best of my memory) that "no law/juridsiction exists on the dream smp to prevent one from building anywhere" so i guess that clears up the big debate on wheather or not c!dream had a right to enforce rules (or basically the arguement that he owned the server by divine rule)

no i’m - i’m pretty sure that’s just how it works. dream still owns the smp, but he himself has said wayy back at the beginning “everyone can build and go wherever they want” and that was that. it was one of his rules on the smp, it was his main problem with l’manberg. being able to build anywhere were the rules that he “had the right” to enforce. and he did, not because he was a god, but because it was his smp, his home that he claimed for his friends. wouldn’t call it a big debate, it’s really that simple.

.AGONY. HURT EVEN. THIS IS HOW IT IS FOR CURIOUS ANON. I LAUGH, I CRY, I FIND AN ANIMATED GIF ON TWITTER THAT SQUEEZES MY C!TOMMY ENJOYER HEART INTO OBLIVION. (i am being dramatic btw for the funnies just so ya know) I AM NOT GOING TO FINANICALLY RECOVER FROM THIS. AAAAAAAAAAA UEEEEEEE

OK THAT FREAKING

O U C H-

also for the old phil ask. Hes a bad dad because of how he treated ghostbur. I will elaborate if u want

didn’t ghostbur just say “i’m not wilbur” and philza said “you’re not my son” and they went on with their day? weren’t they actually in agreement that he wasn’t the same as wil when he was alive? i don’t remember him really treating him badly tbh other than disowning him which seems fair to me, because ghostbur was a literal stranger to phil at that point?

wish you a nice day, curious anon! (i’ll be back on my essays and answering other asks now, so i might not reply right away :])

#my asks #curious anon #long post

[kyber-kisses]

Beautiful Loser

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: a tiny bit of angst. (It’s mostly fluff)

Summary: So- Dean may or may not be in love with his best friend. But is he really okay just staying friends?

words: 1,734

A/N: I wrote this for @jawritter​s 500 follower challenge, using Bob Segers Beautiful Loser as my prompt. It took me a few tries but i eventually pulled together this piece. Hope y'all enjoy!

Dean was happy. For the first time in weeks he was totally relaxed and happy. It had become almost like a tradition that every month or so you and him would take a case just the two of you. It was strictly a no Sam event, the younger Winchester honoring your tradition by staying back at the bunker.  He knew how much Dean valued his friendship with you and was always glad to withdrawal from a few hunts every once and awhile.

And that was a whole other thing. Dean and Y/N. Best friends since childhood- at least it was like that until something shifted. . .

Dean didn’t know when it first began. Maybe it was when people began coming up to you and flirting when he was around, or maybe it was when you moved into the bunker. All he knew was that he had somehow, idiotically gone and fallen in love with his best friend. Maybe it was his sudden jealously that clued him in on his feelings, he didn’t know.

And maybe he should have seen it coming. You had been a part of his life for so long that maybe it was just bound to happen? And with all the similarities you had to him, it was almost like you were molded and created by God to be his friend. From your love of extra onions on your cheeseburgers to the way you hummed rock classics when you were deep in thought, you were just. . . everything Dean could have ever wished for. Your dumb jokes could rival his own, and though he would never admit it out loud; you were almost a better hunter than he was.

The whole situation had him thinking back to that conversation Sam had with him a few months back, about if he ever thought about settling down with someone who knew the life. He had tossed the idea aside like it was a candy wrapper- but not before an image of you had popped up in his head. It had only been for a millisecond, but it had happened. After that it was like he wouldn’t let himself forget it. In truth, who better to fall in love with than you?

But he knew he couldn’t have that. It wasn’t in the books for him, plus- he couldn’t have it all. He was a hunter, he took what he could get and was grateful. If that meant staying as your best friend then so be it.

“Dean? DEAN!” you snapped your fingers again, this time successfully pulling the hunter from his thoughts.

“What?”

“You were totally in the zone. I’ve been trying to talk to you for the past two minutes.”

“I was thinking. Sue me.”

The two of you sat perched on the hood of the impala, a quart of peanut butter and chocolate ice cream balanced between you. It was somewhat of a tradition that after a hunt the two of you took the longer route home, bought a carton of ice cream from the nearest gas station and parked Baby out in the middle of nowhere. You would take the worn leather seats of the impala over a sketchy motel mattress any day. Here it was quieter. Here you really just got to be with Dean.

“Thinking about what?” Folding your legs together you passed the container over to the hunter, watching as he picked at the ice cream with the flimsy plastic spoon.

“The time I pushed you into that motel pool.” He lied, opting to feed you a believable answer in hopes of you backing off and taking the bait.

“Hey, if I remember correctly I pulled you in with me before you could get away.” You grinned, tapping him with your spoon. “You looked like a drowned rat.”

“No better than you looked.” his comment earning him a swat on the head before his own smile tugged at his lips as he turned his gaze from the slowly melting ice cream to you. Both your smiles growing as you tried to suppress you laughter right along with Dean. What began as just a hiccup of a laugh quickly gave way to the full bellied laughter as the two of you thought back to the memory. Those were the times he really cherished, when the two of you could simply goof off in peace.

“But seriously-“ your laughter died down, eyes still crinkled as you looked over at him. “What were you thinking about?”

His own laughter slowly puttered out as his eyes went back towards anything other than you. Everything in him wanted to blurt it out. Tell you how he really felt- but he locked it down. No. He was okay with just being friends and beyond that he knew you only saw him as that. just friends. Nothing more, nothing less.

“I’ve been thinking about- what I want.” The words felt heavy on his tongue. He could give you the bare minimum of information, steer you off course.

“Oh? We about to go deep then?” You mused, taking the container of ice cream back and shoving your spoon into it. “Do I need to break out my bottle of very special bourbon?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t be against it.”

And before he could stop you, you were sliding off the hood of his precious Baby and ducking into the open passenger window. He expected for you to simply pop back up with your prized bottle of Wood-ford reserve Kentucky bourbon, but instead you also decided to crank up the radio, Bob Segers voice flowing freely from the open windows of the vehicle.

Rounding the hood once more, you held up the bottle, Deans hand reaching out for it only for you to snatch it back. “Ah, ah, ah. You wanna drink, you gotta pay up.”

The hunter let out a groan, head falling back. He should have known you would pull something like this. This was your way of getting his guard down and really opening him up. And it worked. Every. Single. Time.

“Y/N, no. I don’t wanna.” He whined, trying to ignore the massive grin on your face as you playfully danced towards him to the tune flowing out of the car. “Please don’t make me sing.”

But at this point you were past bargaining with, singing into the bottle like it was a microphone.

“Beautiful loser, where you gonna fall?

You realize you just can't have it all.”

It was almost ironic, you standing there singing the lyrics to a song that hit way too close to home. It was like the universe was out to get him- or maybe it was Chuck. And then you were suddenly yanking him forward to dance with you, slinging the arm with the bottle around his shoulder as you moved to the tune of the upbeat song, continuing to belt out the lyrics and earning a warm and amused smile from the Winchester.

“He's your oldest and your best friend

If you need him, he'll be there again

He's always willing to be second best

A perfect lodger, a perfect guest

Beautiful loser, read it on the wall

And realize, you just can't have it all

You can't have it all, you can't have it all

Oh, oh, can't have it all.”

He wasn’t a dancer. But here you were, whirling him around with you and he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. He loved being this close to you and you looked so incredibly happy. It was infectious to the point of which he found himself singing along with you. You were successfully pulling down his walls one by one and weaseling your way further into his heart. As the music faded into its instrumental portion, you slowed down, eyes still bright as you looked at him.

“Can I tell you something, Dean Winchester?” You swallowed, panting on the humid summer air, almost like you were drunk on it. “If you want something, reach out and grab it. Don’t let anything slow you down.”

It was like he buffered. His steps faltered and his eyebrows knitted together momentarily before he gave you another soft smile. “What if I can’t? What if it’s out of my reach?”

“You don’t know until you try. Maybe if you told me what it is you want I can help you reach out for it. You deserve everything good in this life.-“

but you never got the chance to finish before Dean had two calloused hands on your face and was pulling your lips to his. And just like that it was like every synapses in your brain shorted out. It took a second before you were kissing him back, wrapping your arms around him despite your shock. You did tell him to reach out and grab what he wanted.

You just never expected that to be you.

“I’m sorry-“ he quickly pulled away, suddenly realizing what he had just done, almost entirely oblivious to the fact that you had had your arms around him. “I shouldn’t have done th-“

“Hey, beautiful loser. Stop apologizing.” You quickly shut him up, because this time it was your turn to reach out a grab what you wanted. Pulling him back to your lips, you successfully made the hunter freeze. And just like the peanut butter ice cream still balanced on the hood, you could practically feel him melting into you. Between the upbeat piano music in the background and the fierceness of the kisses it felt like the two of you had stepped into the happy ending of a movie, your silhouettes dancing against the orange setting sun. When you pulled away, you were met with a gaze that made your bones feel like jello, the older Winchester looking at you as if you were some miracle sent from the heavens.

“You told me if I wanted something, I should reach out a grab it.”

“So I did. And I did exactly the same.”

“So you did.” And then he was snaking his arm around you, pulling you in, and pressing his lips against yours once more. He never would have believed you felt the same before this moment,and  as he stood there, gazing at you and the almost golden trim the setting sun had given you he realized something else: That just maybe, he could have it all.

The End.

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The Breakup Song - Harry Styles Two Shot (Part 1)

Harry knew of the risk he was getting ready take in front of millions of people and eventually the internet. However, it was mostly risky for that fact that you would see and hear it. It was the night he was doing double duty for SNL, being both the host and the musical guest. He was a little nervous at first, but it was mostly from adrenaline and excitement for what was to come. He had practiced and worked so hard all week long and couldn’t wait to finally do the live show. 

Except for one part. The second song he would be performing that night. It was a song off of his upcoming sophomore album and it had never been heard before by anyone other than the few who he’s already had listen to the album. The song he would be performing was without a doubt the most personal song he had ever written and that was on the album. 

He had ran the idea over and over in his head countless of times on whether he should perform it or not, but while it was the most personal on the album, it was also his favorite. It was a song he had written in a short time in the middle of the night. He hadn’t been able to sleep, so instead of fighting it, he got up, poured himself a glass of wine and sat down at his piano. 

**

At first, he started just messing out with different chords when he came across something that he liked. He took a sip of his wine as he wrote down the different notes and chords he was playing, when he noticed something in the corner of his eye. It was something he hadn’t even realized was still there, a photo of you and him on your first holiday together. 

That photo was one of his favorites because it was right after you two told each other you loved the other for the first time. You two were watching the sunset in the backyard of your little bungalow on the beach. His arms were wrapped around you and you laced your fingers with his. There was nothing but the sound of the wind and the waves as you two sat together. When finally, Harry whispered those three words into your ear. 

You paused for a second, making sure you heard him correctly, before looking back at him. His eyes were filled with love and worry as he looked into your eyes. You smiled pressing your forehead to his and repeating those same three words to him. After a few kisses were shared in celebration, you took out the old polaroid camera you always carried around to capture private moments. 

You held it in selfie mode, hoping you would get both of your faces in it. As soon as you clicked to take the photo, Harry smirked kissing your cheek instead of looking at the camera. When he got home, he put the photo in a frame and it hasn’t been moved sense. 

Which is probably why it was still in the same place even after your breakup over six months ago. He got up from his seat at the piano to pick up the picture frame. He opened it up taking the polaroid out of the frame to hold in his hand. 

He missed you. God, he fucking missed you. He missed sleeping next to you and waking up to you in the morning. He missed cooking breakfast in nothing but underwear with you. He missed going to your shows and seeing you out in the crowd at his. He missed the way he felt whenever he was you, like he could get through anything with you by his side. Like he was the best version of himself whenever he was with you. He missed making love with you under the moonlight shining into the bedroom. He missed your laugh and your smile. 

He just missed you. Honestly, your breakup would have hurt him less had it been a messy one. The truth was there was no cheating, no argument, no words said that couldn’t ever be taken back. It just ended. Life happened and got in the way and both of you just drifted apart. You were out on tour and Harry was in the studio starting to really work on his album. 

There were days that passed without a even a simple text from the other and when you two finally did have a conversation, it was awkward and distant. There wasn’t even really an official breakup, just a suggestion that maybe it was best for the two of you to take time apart, that maybe that moment in your lives wasn’t the best for a relationship. 

Your two year long relationship, just ended it. At first, Harry didn’t know how to react. He didn’t know how he felt. It wasn’t until he said it out loud to his mother for the first time that it really hit him that it was over. And that’s when he broke down in his childhood home with his mother’s arms wrapped around him. 

“Sometimes, people drift apart,” Anne whispered. “Sometimes people change, it doesn’t mean their love as changed, but sometimes the people just aren’t right for one another. I know this hurts, now, sweetheart, but one day, if you two are meant to be together, you will find your way back to each other.” 

Reminiscing all of those memories had tears flooding down his face. God, he felt absolutely pathetic sitting there in his fluffy robe, drinking wine at his piano, holding a photo of him and his ex. But he knew the only way he would ever be able to get out of this mindset that night, he would need to take all of his feelings he was feeling in that moment and pour them out onto the page. 

And that’s exactly what he did. 

**

Harry was halfway through the show now and he was just about to go on next to sing the song. It was too late to look back now and to change the song. He bit his lip as he debated on sending you a quick heads up text, but he wasn’t sure how you would take it. He had spoken to you since you packed up your things from his house. You two hadn’t really moved into together, but you each had a few things at the other’s house for when you stayed together. 

He hadn’t even told you about the song, which he felt bad about, but how was he supposed to bring it up. Just send a text or call you and say, ‘oh by the way, there’s song about our breakup and how much I still love you and miss you, and want to make love to you to make up for all the time we lost, and I’m sorry this wasn’t our time, but maybe one day it will be our time again,’, like he didn’t exactly think that would go over well. 

But he also wasn’t sure this approach would go over well either. Either way, though, he was fucked and he just loved putting himself in those situations. The sound of his name, brought him out of his thoughts and it was time for him to head to the stage for his performance. He took a deep breath, shook out his nerves a little bit, and walked out of the dressing room and onto the stage. 

He stood at the microphone, the spotlight on him, as the soft melody began playing on the piano behind him. He closed his eyes as he gripped onto the mic and the stand as he waited for his cue. His hands were shaking as he the first lyrics of the song came out of his mouth. 

Throughout the entire song, he felt his voice becoming shaky as his emotions took over. He could feel tears forming in his eyes, so he kept them closed tightly  to keep them from falling down his face. Once the song was over and he hit his final note, he finally opened his eyes as two single tears trickled down his face as he stared into the camera. 

**

You were currently in your hotel room at one of your final stops on tour for the year, when you found yourself in a dilemma. You were highly debating on turning on the TV to watch your ex, Harry, on SNL. You knew how big of an accomplishment this was for him and deep down you wish you were there for him. You had performed double duty in the past and you knew how nerve-wracking and fun it was to be on there. But even if you weren’t on tour, you wouldn’t have felt right in going or reaching out to him knowing you two hadn’t spoken in months. 

People said it would get easier as time went on. That your heart would heal and eventually you would be in a better place having moved on from your relationship that didn’t work out. You were still waiting on that moment. The moment you heart wouldn’t ache at the thought of him. The moment you wouldn’t long for his touch or the smell of his cologne. The moment you wouldn’t live with the regret of letting your relationship fall apart. 

It wasn’t solely your fault and you knew that, but you also knew you didn’t go out of your way to change anything either. You currently were holding the tv remote in your hand, knowing the show was about to start. Luckily, you were ending your tour in the states, so there wasn’t really a crazy time zone issue. 

Before you could turn the tv on, there was a knock on the door. You groaned walking over and peeking through the peep hole seeing your hairstylist, Nicki, and your stylist, Haven. 

You unlocked the door, opening it, “Yes?” You asked. 

“Good you’re still dressed,” Nicki said. “Come on, let’s go out.” 

“Um- no,” you said.

“Um, yes,” Haven said. “We know exactly what you’re wanting to do and now is not the time.” 

“Actually, now is the time,” you said. “It’s about to start.” 

“Y/N, you’re still grieving over this relationship, do you honestly think seeing him on the screen for almost two hours is going to be a good thing for you?” Haven asked. 

She did have a point, but-

“No, but’s,” Haven said. “We both know I’m right and everything will mostly likely be on youtube in the morning, so you could easily watch those if you wanted, but at least you can watch it in small doses.” 

You sighed, “Let me grab my coat and purse.” 

**

After a night of hanging out at a local karaoke bar, you were a bit drunk, not blackout drunk, but you were definitely feeling the drinks you consumed. When you got back to your hotel, you undressed and got into bed before looking at your phone. It didn’t take long before you noticed your mentions on literally every social media you had was blowing up. 

Your first thought was someone had taken your picture at the bar and news of your whereabouts were spreading, but every single mention involved Harry. Nausea creeped up in stomach as you sat up, scrolling through. 

“OH MY GOD. HIS VOICE WAS SO SHAKY AND HE WAS CRYING LITERAL TEARS. MY BABY! #HarryOnSNL” 

“THAT SONG WAS SO HEARTBREAKING AND I’M 99.9% SURE ITS ABOUT HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH Y/N #HarryOnSNL” 

“It’s obvious Harry and Y/N still love each other. Can they please just get back together and be happy! #HarryonSNL” 

“His hands. Look at his hands. They were literally shaking with nervous and he looks so sad. #HarryonSNL” 

As if those tweets were bad enough, there were also multiple trending topics on twitter, HarrylovesY/N, Harry&Y/Nforever, Y/Ship/Name, etc. The nausea in your stomach starting creeping up even more and you rushed straight into the bathroom. Now, you weren’t sure if it was because of the night’s drinking or the fact Harry had obviously sang a song about you on SNL. And it’s not that he only did that, but he was also emotional about it. 

In a lot of the tweets, there were snippets of video taken from the episode. You quickly scrolled away from them because you couldn’t bring yourself to watch them. If you were going to listen or watch his performance, you would wait until you could watch it in it’s entirety and when you’re not slightly drunk, emotional, and throwing up in the bathroom. 

Once your stomach settled a little bit, you turned off your phone, and went to bed, softly crying yourself to sleep. 

**

During the afterparty of SNL, Harry was trying to have a good time, but he was distracted by his phone. He saw all the trending topics and all the tweets to you about the song. He knew this was going to happen and he knew it would only be a matter of time before you seen everything and heard the song. Once again he debated about reaching out to you, but he thought it would be better to let some time go by before he did. 

So, he put his phone in his pocket and tried his best to enjoy what was left of the afterparty. 

**

Later that morning, when you woke up, your head was pounding. However, you were pretty sure that was more from crying than the drinking. You pulled yourself out of bed, into the bathroom to brush your teeth before getting into the shower. You had a towel wrapped around you, when you heard a knock on the door again. You grabbed your robe to replace the towel and went to answer it. 

It was Nicki and Haven again, with coffee and breakfast in their hands. 

“Hey,” you whispered answering the door. 

“Hey,” they said. “We uh, thought you could use some company this morning.” 

You knew, that they knew about the tweets, the trending topics, and the performance. You weren’t sure if they’ve watched it yet, but you knew they were there for you, so that you could. 

You sat in the bed, legs crossed, as you nibbled on your muffin. 

“So... uh... do you think you’re ready?” Haven asked. 

“I-I don’t know,” you sighed. “Just last night you two said I shouldn’t watch it, and now, maybe I shouldn’t.” 

“Yes,” Nicki said. “We did say that, but we meant the live show. And we also didn’t know there was going to be a song about you. I mean, thank god, we didn’t let you watch it. I can only imagine what would have happened if you heard it live without knowing about it.” 

“Have you listened to it?” You asked looking at them. 

They both looked at each other before nodding, “Only because we wanted to know what it was, so we could warn you... if it was bad.” 

“Is it?” you sighed. 

“No,” she answered. “It’s far from it.” 

“Do you think I should watch it?” You asked. 

“I think that if you don’t, this song is the only thing you’re going to think about today,” she said. 

You sighed, “Okay, hand me my phone.” 

You went to youtube and sure enough there was the video of his performance as soon as you opened up the app. You took a deep breath as your finger lingered over the video for a moment before you finally got the courage to click it. 

The entire time you watched the video, you were holding your breath. You didn’t really realize it until the end, when you let it out, along with the tears that had formed. As if the song wasn’t bad enough, in the emotional sense, seeing Harry’s body language throughout his performance didn’t help either. Those tweets were right, he was shaking and getting emotional as he sang it. 

There were mentions of some of your favorite memories together, how it came to an end, how he wanted the ache in his chest to go away, but the only way it would happen is if you were in his arms again. 

“Every night I lay in our bed, thinking about how I want your head laying next to mine as we fall asleep, dreaming about how we’re meant to be. I know they say sometimes love runs outs, but I hope to god that you never doubt that my heart beats for only you. I want your love more than you could ever know and I hate myself for letting you go.” (I know, I know, these “lyrics” are cringe, but work with me here.”

You placed your phone down with a shaky hand. You expected this, you expected it to be about you, your relationship, and his feelings. But what you didn’t expect was for him to lay everything out like that. You didn’t know how to take this, how to feel about it. You felt the exact same way. You wanted to be with Harry more than anything, but you also knew there was a reason on why you two ended in the first place. 

“How are you feeling?” Haven whispered. 

“Emotional,” you half laughed. “I-god, I don’t fucking know.” 

“You don’t have to feel anything right now,” Nicki said. “You’re allowed to take your time. I mean that was a lot... for anyone to take in.” 

“I think.. I think I just need some time to myself,” you whispered. 

“Are you sure?” Haven asked. 

You nodded, “I’ll see you two for the show tonight.” 

**

The entire day after SNL, Harry felt sick to his stomach. He hadn’t heard from you, not that he was really expecting it, but he was sort of hoping he would. The videos and tweets had blown up even more and he knew that more than likely you had seen it by now or you refused to watch it. If you had watch it, he felt a little hurt that you wouldn’t reach out to him, but he couldn’t blame you because he didn’t know if he could actually bring himself to contact you if it were the other way around. 

“Do you think I fucked up?” Harry sighed to Jeff as they sat over lunch. 

“With?” He asked. 

“Singing the song about Y/N,” he whispered. 

“No,” Jeff sighed. “When it came down to which songs you were going to perform, that was the first one that popped out of your mouth and even after debating with yourself over it, you still felt it was the one you wanted to do.” 

“I know,” he said. “But-I just... I didn’t think it would cause this type of reaction. The majority are nice, but there are some bashing Y/N for breaking my heart... like I didn't want that.” 

“Harry, you know you can control the actions and reactions of other’s to your music,” he said. “But I do think you need to contact Y/N and clear the air. You’re going to keep feeling like shit until you talk to her about this and I know you’re waiting on her to reach out, but honestly, if she doesn’t reach out to you in a few days, then you need to be the one to do it. I mean, you would look like a bigger ass, if you didn’t.” 

“Thanks for that, Jeff,” Harry mumbled. 

**

The entire day, you laid in the bed of your hotel room, listening to the song. You couldn’t bare to watch the video, to see him physically singing the lyrics to you. Everything he was saying in that song, was what you wished he had said all those months ago. Hell, you wish you said those things yourself because had one of you did, you wouldn’t be in the emotional state you were in. 

You thought about reaching out to him, but you couldn't do it. You had no idea what you would even say to him and there was no way you would be able to hear his voice without crying other. You just needed to get through the final show that night and then you would be headed back to LA in the morning. By then you would hopefully have your thoughts in order. 

**

Later that night, Harry was about to head to LA for some other appearances and interviews for promo, he noticed his mentions were filling up again. He thought about ignoring it, knowing it was more than likely people still talking about the song and you. However, something inside of him told him to check it before he got on the plane. 

His heart stopped as he saw a tweet with a video of you at your show that night. That’s right, he quickly remembered that it was your final show that night. He put in his headphones and clicked on the video. 

“Before I start this next song, I uh, I want to say a little something,” you started. You were sitting on a stool at the end of the catwalk, holding your guitar as the spotlight shined on you. “This next song is a song I haven’t performed in a while. I stopped performing it because it was... it was hard for me because of something going on in my personal life. But I just want to say that, I’m still a little broken inside, but uh... I’m going to be okay. It may not be tonight, or tomorrow, but I know that one day I will be okay. There’s a quote from one of my favorite tv shows that as always meant a lot to me and in this particular moment of my life, I feel like it fits perfectly. Peyton Sawyer once said that people always leave, and she was right. We all go through life dealing with losing friends or loved ones, getting our heartbroken, etc. But sometimes, those people will come back. If they love you enough and if you love them enough, there will be a day when you find your way back to each other. And life is too short to keep waiting for that day, so if there’s someone in your life that you miss, don’t waste another second without them in your life. Just.. tell them.” 

After your speech, you started strumming your guitar and sang the very first song that you wrote about Harry. The very song you stopped performing mid tour because it broke you too much to get through it after the breakup. Harry didn’t know what to think in that moment. He knew you were still on stage and he was about to board a plane. He needed to see you, to hear your voice, to tell you everything he wanted to say, but it was too late at the moment. 

He would just have to keep waiting. 

**

The second you were off stage, everyone was hugging you and congratulating you on the end of another successful tour. Normally, you would have an end of the tour party, but luckily you had arranged that to be back in LA. Originally, you were going to wait and fly out tomorrow morning, but you decided on leaving right after the show. You just couldn’t face going back to that hotel room. 

On the car ride to the airport, you stared at Harry’s contact in your phone. Your old texts to each other were still there because you never could bring yourself to delete them. You bit your lip knowing this wasn’t exactly how you wanted to break the silence between the two of you after so long, but it would have to do for now. You took a deep breath before typing your message to him and clicking send. 

**

As soon as Harry was off the plane, his phone buzzed in his pocket as he pulled his carryon on back over his shoulder. He stepped to the side and took it out. His knees nearly buckled when he saw your name come across the screen. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he unlocked his phone to view the message. 

I love you, too. 

**

Thoughts?? There will be a part two! Not sure when I’ll post it, but it will be this week! :) 

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Their Reaction to You Singing Teen Idle- Bakusquad

Requested on wattpad: Mine is a Mina and the boys react to the reader singing to an song they made (originally a Marina and the diamonds, Teen Idle)

I hope I understood the request correctly. Also This is like a whole trip for me, I was listening to it cause its been a hot sec since I heard it and it went from this to Primadonna to a selene Gomez to Taylor swift and oh god was it a coster. But anyway I got a couple of different views of the song and it was a little harder for me cause you know people relate and decipher song differently. It’s what it means to you so I’m so so so sorry if it didn't turn out how you wanted it.

I made it so it was people perceive songs differently and i’m not 100% sure how other people do so I stuck with what I perceived it as.

Mina

Oh if she hears you sing anything she is gonna back you up sweetheart. But to here you sing an Original?!?!

Oh god her heart is pounding and she is SO PROUD at first. But when she starts paying attention to the lyrics her heart starts to hurt a whole lot.

Of course she's proud that you wrote the song. There is nothing you could do to not make her proud but god listening to you sing it made her so sad for you and she related.

After you finished singing she went in for a hug her face going into your shoulder and getting on your lap, you just then realizing she was listening.

‘What do you think...?’ “I love it, teddy bear. just a little emotion.” She’d reply with a sad laugh, a couple tears maybe. Something about you singing it made it all the more real and there.

Bakugou

He is not much of a reaction man. You've always known this though, So when you see him leaning against the door frame when he walked in on you singing the song you half expected him to just leave or pretend it never happened.

Him coming up and huungging you right after you finished and just combing his fingers through your hair was SO unexpected.

He felt upset, he felt the emotion but he couldn't necessarily relate which upset him. Other than always wanting to be something more of course but this was deeper than what he was used to.

The fact that you sang it thoughhh. It hit deeper than he thought it ever would. 

Falls in LOVE with your voice though. Haha sing him a song while you cuddle and he won't tell you to shut up. Which is HUGE if you know Katsuki.

Has you write the lyrics down so he can fully understand the song.

Likes being in the room when you edit/write songs.

Kaminari

More cought up with the singing than the words for the first half of the song but when he's calm enough to actually comprehend the lyrics he starts feeling way more upset than anything. His Boo? Knowing what these emotions are? Nonsense!

He has a sensitive fuckboy soul. He knows the feelings as good as anyone else so when he hears the lyrics AND finds out how its spelled he is in love with this song.

He has always used music as a way to rate to others, calm himself down,  get in certain moods, etc. So hearing his baby sing that is SO overwhelming.

He totally learns the lyrics and sings/hums so when people ask what the song is hell say his stunning girlfriend wrote it.

Kirishima

Oh honey he's never related with you more in his life, WHICH SHOULD BE WHAT IT IS. He has felt with insecurities almost all his life and this... is how it is...

Honest to gods doesn't know what to do. Yes he has dealt with that feeling before but he can barely help himself, he doesn't know how to help you, he really doesn't. The fact that you're singing about the way you feel is more progress than he ever thinks he will make.

He cries big crocodile tears afterwards, not only because of all thats going through his head right now BUT BABY YOUR VOICE 😩

He's crying in your arms, Teen Idle hit him HARD. Almost no other song makes him cry when you sing other than this one.

Sero

He likes the song, don't get me wrong he is a very supportive boy but for the most part, songs are just songs.

He will ask you about the inspiration and do a quick double check on mental health, making sure you're not upset but then he is all about that song. He's does mention you becoming a singer rather than (your career choice) but you saying that you enjoy singing as a hobby but not a career.

Asks for you to sing to him all the time. Teen Idle being one of his personal favorites since that was the first one he heard you singing and he just 💕

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Loved my bijou!! Could I request a side piece to it but an alternative ending? So pretty much all as you wrote it but instead of reader texting Ben and him saving her, she doesn't want to be a bother to Ben so she doesn't text him and so she actually dies. And we get Ben's reaction to being told because he's her next of kin or something? She could maybe have left him a letter or something idk. Very angsty and sad ☹ I understand if you're not comfortable with it though!

My (Lost) Bijou [Request]

WARNING: suicide

Alternative Ending to My Bijou

Note: I actually had to put myself into a Halsey-Sorry mood to write this because I found this request so interesting on so many levels! I love writing angst and this was another kind of angst 😭 I hope you like this alternative ending lovely nonnie! 💕

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The bags under his eyes weighted a ton, his mind couldn't properly understand what had happened. Why he found himself standing in the hospital's hallway with a doctor telling him that she was gone, that y/n was gone. Not for vacations, not for a photoshoot, not for any other reason. Just gone. Without any other clause behind. She was gone. And that was it. He felt a hand on his shoulder, probably the doctor and he had a hard time not crying. He sat on one of the plastic hospital's chairs and put his face into his hands. He breathed in and out, and he felt hollow. He felt every muscle of his body tense, he had a headache.

He remembered when her parents came to the hospital, and he was there, sitting all alone in front of the chamber she was in, she lay there dead. And he couldn't gather himself to enter the room, to see her pale and lifeless face. He refused to. And seeing her mother, with a confused look on her face as he whispered how sorry he was, was another dagger stroke right into his heart. When she began crying, he couldn't resist anymore. He let all his tears fall on her shoulder, he cried a river and so she did.

He remembered her face, as they entered, holding hands, into the room where she lay. She had her eyes closed, she looked so peaceful and calm. It was a dream, it was a fucking dream and he would wake up, and she would wake up and smile again. She would laugh and look at him, and he would hug her and tell her that he would never let her down and that agreeing on that breakup was the worst thing he had ever done. He would apologize. For everything. He brushed her cold skin with his fingertips, holding back tears and delicately shaking his head in disbelief. She was all dead, and gone.

But the worst, has been the letter. Her mother had given it to him on the next day when she went to her apartment to... To remember and forget, to relieve her pain and to stab herself with a dagger, another one. And she called him and told him she had something for him, and she came to give him the said letter. He couldn't gather himself to read it. He looked at the crinkled paper for hours, refusing to read it and he couldn't find sleep, he didn't slept during the night and now, having her last words for him, right here on his drawer made him go insane. So he got up and saw the bags under his eyes, weighting like they never did. He had cried for the last twenty-four hours, or even more, he had lost count at this point. And he had to look into his own eyes through the mirror to convince himself to read it, to read the letter. He sat on the edge of his bed, and unfolded the paper with caution, his hands were shaking like leaves and his head aching. And finally, his eyes laid on the paper.

“Dear Ben,

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. You're the last person I'm writing to, and I honestly don't know why I'm writing all these letters. Probably because you'll be one of the firsts to find out about me being all dead, all dead. But you should not grieve. I can't believe I'm writing these lyrics to you. Even like this I'm a fucking mess.

I have some music in my head, or playing on shuffle, I don't know anymore everything's muffled and so dull around me. Well, I just wanted to apologize. But apparently I even can't do this properly. You remember when you kissed me against the locker when we were fifteen? Like, that was so beautiful I'm still thinking about it right now. I feel dizzy. I want to vomit but I can't. I just remembered your mother's favorite song. But I still want to vomit.

You probably think that I'm an awful person for leaving you, for breaking up with you and you're perfectly right and life and karma made me pay for all of this, don't worry. The last months were so shitty that I almost stopped eating. Like, I ate for surviving purposes and and looked so tired that it “brought my beauty from ashes to revive like a phoenix” these are my manager's words, not mine. And there were guys, of course they were some of them. But everytime I wanted to talk with them, to be normal, they jumped to conclusions and began to creepily touch me. Not so cool. I really want to throw up but at the same time I can't get up. Fucking hell.

And now, you ask: “Y/n, why didn't you tell me?” Because I'm a dumbass. Because you're thriving and happy and life isn't a bitch with you and I wanted to keep it this way. Apparently I succeeded and you found love. I'm just... Smad – sad and mad, you know, my word – that you didn't bother to tell me about your girlfriend. Yes it fucking hurt, and fuck my head hurts now. My handwriting is so shitty now, I hope you'll be able to read how pathetic I am.

God I'm happy that you're the last letter I'm writing because my mom would freak out if she was reading me in this state. I think that's everything kicking in at once. The alcohol, the pills, insomnia – another good friend – and everything in general.

So I was saying that I'm sorry. Well, I'm more stupid than sorry. I don't know why I wanted to break up, really, you were absolutely everything I had and wanted and needed and I managed to screw it. The best thing I do apparently. So sorry for being stupid, sorry for hurting (?) you, sorry for being a burden, sorry for existing. Now I'm relieving you all from my weight. I hope. And if I failed, damn I'm not even able to do this correctly... But if you're reading this I'm pretty much dead. I think.

I need to stop here, breathing becomes... Complicated. And my eyes are fluttering, and I see stars and everything and nothing and I don't even see this paper properly. And I still want to vomit.

Love you, loved you, I'm sorry Ben.

I lost my Bijou today,

Y/N"

And this was the moment when he lost it all. The paper fell from his hands before he clenched his fists until his palms hurt, and bled a bit. He breathed heavily and tears began to fall down his face. He had a lump in his throat, and was hiccuping now as he cried. He couldn't believe she was gone. He couldn't believe he didn't notice how bad she was, he couldn't forgive himself.

And she was the one asking for forgiveness. Stupid y/n, he thought. Stupid her, stupid him, stupid them. Guilt grew into his mind as he began to connect the dots, as he began to understand that she did it, y/n killed herself, because of him, because of him being successful, because of him finding love. She wasn't jealous, she just wanted to preserve him from her dark thoughts and that was the only way she saw. She saw how happy he was, she saw how everything brought him joy in life... But she refused to see that she was his greatest joy in life. That he waited for the moment she would tell him that she loved him again, that she wanted to be his girlfriend again.

He lost his chance. He lost his Bijou on that day.

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Sunflower, Volume Five

a teeny bit over 2.2k words on writing music, first impressions, and peppermint. no warnings I can think of. this is part five of the Sunflower Series! happy reading :) 

part one | part two | part three | part four 

Only Angel was, in fact, fun to record, although it got quite a bit irritating after playing through six or seven times, as all songs seemed to do. They got through it, though, and Carolina too, before setting aside a day for just writing. 

Harry worked with Olivia and Charlotte to finalize the melody for the song Olivia had come up with a few weeks before, which actually worked brilliantly, and they were finished with the melody and sound the night they started.

Charlotte decided to head to a bar with the others, but Harry stayed with Olivia to start working on the lyrics. He was sat at the piano, a pencil behind his ear and his notebook propped in front of him. 

As soon as Charlotte left the room, Olivia grinned and jumped onto the lid of the piano, sliding across its surface to sit in front of Harry with her guitar on her lap. Harry raised an eyebrow at her, and she shrugged innocently. “What?” 

“Charlotte would have a fit if she saw you like that.” 

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” Olivia replied with a wink. 

“Whatever you say,” Harry laughed. He handed her the notebook and asked, “Have any ideas, then?” Olivia sighed, slipping the pencil from behind Harry’s ear and fiddling with it. “Well, I was thinking about the whole…” She paused, tapping the eraser of the pencil against the piano before asking, “You know the whole, oh, it’s a sign of the times, thing?”

“Er - yeah, sort of.” 

“What if we did something along those lines?” 

“Yeah, it sort of sounds like that, doesn’t it? All sad and shit?” Olivia nodded, and Harry played the melody again. He frowned, playing it again, and then remembered, “Oh, and there was something Char and I were working on -” He started again, singing along. “Just stop your crying, it’ll be alright…” 

“Yeah!” Olivia exclaimed. “It could be that and - and, uh - just stop your crying, and then, it’s a sign of the times.” Harry nodded. “Yeah, yeah, that works.” He played it again, twice, once with each ending, and then Olivia played the chords on her guitar and echoed softly, “Sad and shit.” She looked up. “Like the end of the world, huh?” 

“Yeah, sure.” 

“...just stop your crying,” Olivia sang, “it’s a sign of the times… now that it’s the - hope it’s not the final…” She frowned. “Welcome to the final show…” Harry nodded, playing the melody, and added, “Hope you’re wearing your best clothes…” 

Olivia grinned and mimicked his accent, “Proper brilliant, you are.”

Harry scoffed, looking up at her. “I don’t sound like that at all!” 

“Whatever,” Olivia murmured with a grin, picking up the pencil and writing something down in the notebook. Harry messed about on the piano, suggesting more lyrics, and Olivia added on. 

They stayed up well past two am, just playing with words and phrases until the others came back from the bar. Olivia slid off the piano only after they’d gotten through a verse and finished the chorus, and Harry was tempted to kiss her when she said goodnight before walking into her room. 

Instead, he told himself not to be a fool and went to bed. 

♬♩♪♩

They finished Sign of the Times fairly quickly, but recording it took a while. The song Olivia had started eventually became Ever Since New York, which was recorded pretty fast. Jeff was pressuring them to finalize more songs, though, so they took off another day to dedicate to writing. 

Unfortunately, Harry was pretty brain dead by then, what with staying up for hours with Olivia to finish both Sign of the Times and Ever Since New York, so he spent most of the day just resting and watching rom coms with Adam and Charlotte while Olivia and Sarah sat in the other room working on Comfortable Silence. 

A few minutes into My Best Friend’s Wedding, a paper airplane landed on his lap. He glanced into the other room, confused, and Sarah was rolling her eyes as Olivia grinned and gestured for him to open it. 

To Julia Roberts’s biggest fangirl in the living room - 

Sooo I called my friend who just got dumped (heartbreak is the best inspo yk)... 

I saw your friend that I met last year

They said you’re happy now

I see you gave them my old T-shirt

That really hurt like hell

They say it silently, no not with their words

But oh yes it’s written, it’s all over their face - 

Comfortable silence is so overrated

Why don’t you ever tell me straight to my face? 

Even my phone misses your call, by the way

Maybe one day you'll call me and tell me that you're sorry too… 

idk about some of that but uhhhh idk

So. Thoughts? 

From, the dining table

Harry read it over again and nodded, flashing her the thumbs up, but Olivia shook her head. She mimed writing, and Harry frowned, glancing around him for a pencil, and Olivia sighed, chucking a pencil at him. 

Charlotte squeaked as it hit her in the arm, and Harry rolled his eyes, smiling despite himself. “Sorry, Char,” he murmured, then scribbled out Like it before folding it back up and haphazardly throwing it back. 

It didn’t quite work, but Olivia slid it towards her with her foot and opened it back up. 

She wrote something down, and Harry watched her instead of the movie, and then Olivia threw it back. ur so boring, she’d written, and Harry scoffed, glancing over at her. He put a hand to his chest in mock hurt, and Olivia grinned. 

Under that, she’d added more to the song. 

I hope one day you’ll call me to tell me that you’re sorry too

But you, you never do

We haven't spoke since you went away

Comfortable silence is so overrated

Why won't you ever say what you want to say?

Even my phone misses your call, by the way

Harry grinned and wrote, You’re awful dramatic, Liv - it was two weeks. He threw it towards her, and she unfolded it, read it, and flipped him off. She whispered something to Sarah, who laughed, and Harry smiled and turned back to the movie. 

♬♩♪♩

Harry was starting to wonder if Olivia ever slept. 

He’d come out on the porch a few days later, unable to sleep after a day long nap caused by a killer hangover, and there she was, smoking a cigar and playing her guitar softly. “Hello,” Harry said, and she looked up. “Hey,” she replied, sliding over on the bench swing. 

Harry sat next to her, taking the cigar when she offered it, and inhaled deeply. “‘s good,” he said. “Sweet.” Olivia nodded. “Mhmm. Toffee, apparently.” She leaned back, fiddling with her guitar pick, and stared at the water. 

Harry breathed another puff of smoke, handed it back to her, and asked, “What’d you think when you first saw me?” Olivia raised an eyebrow. “Why?” Harry rolled his eyes with a smile. “You’re always asking these deep questions - give me a chance, hm?” 

There was a beat of silence as she seemed to study him, and it took all of Harry’s willpower to keep eye contact as she tucked her lip between her teeth and her brow furrowed, lost in thought. 

“I thought you were awkward,” she finally said, and Harry scoffed a laugh. “You’re joking.” Olivia quirked a smile, looking back at the water and lifting the cigar to her lips. “No, really.” She smirked. “Awkward and desperate.” 

“Right, well, now you’re just bullying me.” 

“Oh, please,” Olivia laughed. “You didn’t even say anything! You were like, hi, and that was it! I had to, like, scramble to come up with something!” Harry scoffed again, shaking his head. “If I remember correctly -” 

“Which you don’t,” she cut in with a grin. 

He shot her a mocking glare and went on, “You were the one who didn’t say anything at first, and then I introduced myself!” Olivia sighed and shook her head. “We were both awkward,” she concluded, and Harry rolled his eyes. “Agree to disagree.” 

“God, that show sucked,” Olivia murmured, exhaling and trying to make a smoke ring before smiling at him. “Still can’t believe you wanted me in your band after that disaster.” Harry let his jaw drop dramatically. “You were amazing!” 

Olivia scoffed, shaking her head. “I was awful! I forgot half the lyrics and fucked up all the chords ‘cause I was staring at -” She cut herself off, shaking her head again, and Harry grinned. “Staring at…?” he prodded. 

“There was this band there that night,” Olivia said, “and one of its members” - she breathed a dreamy sigh - “oh, he was just gorgeous! I couldn’t take my eyes off him!” She grinned, mocking curiosity and propping her chin on her fist. “I can’t seem to remember his name…” 

“Does it start with an H, perhaps?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow and mocking curiosity right back, but Olivia shook her head, fiddling with the cigar. “Nope,” she said with a giggle. “Think it was a Z,” she said. “Zach? Zeke? Ah - Zayn.” 

Harry laughed, shaking his head. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered.

“Jealous, Styles?” 

“You wish,” Harry replied with a grin. 

There was a beat of silence. 

Olivia leaned in a bit, her eyes flickering to his lips. “Harry?” she murmured. 

“Hm?” 

She bit her lip. “I don’t wanna be alone,” she whispered. 

Harry smiled a bit, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “You don’t have to be, Liv.” 

She met his gaze, her eyes wide and earnest. “Promise not to break my heart?” 

“I promise,” Harry breathed. 

And then she leaned forward, and Harry did too, and suddenly, they were kissing. 

She tasted like peppermint, like toffee and vanilla and mint and smoke. She was sunshine and sugar, her lips fitting with his like puzzle pieces. She was smiling against his lips, and Harry smiled too, because she was perfect, because they were perfect, because everything was perfect. 

♬♩♪♩

Harry woke up late again the next morning.

Olivia wasn’t next to him.

So Harry stood up, and stretched, and walked to the kitchen.

Olivia was at the table, on her mobile, eating toast.

“Morning,” Harry said.

“Hi!” she chirped. 

“Where’re the others?” Harry asked, and Olivia sighed. “Went to the beach, according to Sarah…” Harry raised an eyebrow as he poured a cup of coffee. “Without us?” Olivia nodded. “I know. Ridiculous.” Harry smiled, stepping behind her and glancing at the screen of her phone. 

“Ooh, dancehall,” he hummed, slipping the phone from her fingers. He clicked a random one, set it on the counter next to his coffee, and held out his hand. “Olivia,” he said, with all the seriousness he could muster, “may I have this dance?” 

She slid his coffee towards her and took a sip. “Can’t. I’m drinking coffee.” 

“Pleeeease?” Harry dragged. “I’m bored, Liv, and the house is empty. C’mon, then.” He began to dance as the music started and held out a hand. Olivia pouted. “I can’t dance,” she told him, and Harry rolled his eyes. “Prove it.”  

She gave a reluctant smile and took it.

He spun her around, and she giggled.

They danced until Olivia somehow managed to end up on the kitchen island with Harry stood between her legs, snogging breathlessly, and Harry only realized the music had stopped when Olivia pulled back and murmured, “Gotta find another song…” 

“Rather have a bloody song than me, hm?” 

Olivia grinned, kissing his nose as she grabbed her phone. “Hey, it’s got a good melody,” she insisted, flicking through YouTube to find another video. Harry pouted, kissing her again, and said, “Want you more than any melody, Liv…” 

“Fuckin’ sap,” Olivia giggled, finally finding a song and pushing her phone away to properly kiss him. Harry smiled, but Olivia sighed, pulling away again. “Others’ll be back soon,” she said, and Harry rolled his eyes. “Don’t care,” he said, kissing her. 

Olivia laughed, sliding off the counter. She held her hand out to him and, in a pitiful imitation of his British accent, she said, “Dance with me, Mr. Styles.” Harry grinned. “Only if you promise never to do that accent again.” 

“Easy enough,” Olivia replied, and Harry took her hand. 

And they twirled and laughed and kissed in the kitchen like it was a dance floor.

♬♩♪♩

Jamaica ended too soon.

Harry was on a plane before he knew it, heading back to rainy London.

It was good, though, he supposed. He was getting a tad home sick.

They’d written about sixty songs. Most of them were rubbish. Well, most of them weren’t even songs. More like notes mashed together that were sort of jokes but not quite. They’d gotten some good ones, though, and Harry considered the trip a success.

It was kind of strange being without the band, though.

It was very strange being without Olivia. She was going to come to London with him, but she was needed in America for something or other. But she’d given him a few cigars, and he smoked one when he got back home to London.

It was good. Tasted like peppermint.

♬♩♪♩

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sunflower, vol. 6

#aaaannnd that's a rap! #hope this didn't suck hehe #it's my first like....... long fic #so #here's this!!!! #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fic #harry styles #harry styles x ofc #harry styles series #harry styles story #harry styles writing #harry styles au #fine line #jamaica harry #sunflower

[themaskedwriter]

The First of Many

Clues:

1) I specialize in angst typically

2) I love using song lyrics as titles

3) I have a bad habit of having more than one WIP going at a time

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fluff?, alcohol?

Word Count: 3300+

Summary: While at a bar you get hit on by a guy as a dare and it looks like it’s just going to be one of those nights, until it doesn’t.

It was happening again. You could hear them. They thought they were being quiet but alcohol made people stupid. Especially former frat boys, somehow you always managed to run into the ones that never fully left college when you were out and about.

You were sitting at the bar waiting for your roommate, who wasn’t usually late but seemed to be today.

The bar was a dingy old place but it was fully stocked and drinks were cheap.

It was Friday and you’d just gotten off of work and desperately needed not only a drink or two but to interact with other adults. However, you could’ve dealt without the group of men behind you because you had a feeling you knew what was going to happen. You only hoped that Okoye would get here before one of them decided to come over.

No such luck.

One of them came up and stood next to you. He played dumb by staring at the wall of alcohol as if he was deciding what he wanted.

“What do you suggest?” He leaned over and asked.

You gave him a blank stare, he was cute. Or at least he could’ve been.

“I’ll have whatever she’s having,” he told the bartender, Wanda, who gave you a look.

“A sex on the beach,” you told Wanda, who knew you were lying.

“Wait, what?” The overgrown frat boy asked.

“One sex on the beach comin’ up.” Wanda pulled out what she needed before he could change his order.

Shaking his head he looked to you, “So, what’s your name?”

“Y/n,” you answered unenthusiastically.

“Y/n,” he repeated, “that’s a beautiful name. I’m Grant.”

His overconfidence was already annoying you. But you had to continue to remind yourself to play nice because he and his friends outnumbered you and you didn’t want to start anything

“Nice to meet you,” you gave him a half smile.

“So, what’s a pretty girl like you doing here at a bar alone?”

“Waiting for true love to come in and sweep me off my feet.” You took a sip of your rum and coke.

“Oh, well here I am,” he said making you choke.

“That’s presumptuous of you.”

“Thank you,” he smirked, “so can I take you out?”

You wanted to laugh or throw your drink in his face but you just smiled at him and shrugged.

“Maybe,” you said as flirty as you could manage.

Grant wrote down his number on a napkin next to you. He slid it over to you and winked, you smiled but you wanted to gag.

Once his back was turned you took the napkin and ripped it up and watched as the pieces floated onto the bar.

Wanda placed the drink she’d just made in front of you and winked, “On the house.”

“Thank you, Wanda,” you said as you played with the disregarded napkin pieces on the bar.

“That seems a little dramatic, don’t cha think?” A voice next to you asked.

You turned to a blue-eyed man who was sitting next to you with a quizzical look on his face.

“No, I don’t think it was,” you answered.

“Ok,” he nodded, “Then why did you rip up his number?”

You looked back to the group Grant had just rejoined then back at the stranger.

“It was a dare. He did that because they have dubbed me the least attractive person here and thought I would be an easy target. Jokes on them though I’ve been the butt of that joke before,” you threw up a peace sign and looked to your almost finished rum and coke.

Why were you telling this guy this? He is probably no different than the rest of them. And there you were telling this random guy about the one thing that kept you from dating the most.

“So if I was to give you my number or ask you on a date, would you assume that I was doing the same thing?” He asked.

“Well considering that I don’t know your name -”

“James,” he answered, “But people call me Bucky.”

“Who calls you James?” You asked surprising yourself with how interested you were in him.

He smiled while writing something down, “I guess if you really wanna know,” he slid the paper over to you, “you’ll find out.”

He gave you a wink and walked away.

“Who was that?” Okoye asked from behind you.

You turned and looked at your roommate.

“I don’t know,” you answered.

“She was just hit on,” Wanda said.

“By that guy,” Okoye pointed to Bucky who was joining his group of friends.

“Yeah but I think he felt sorry for me because that guy,” you pointed at Grant, “was dared to hit on me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Okoye said.

“It’s whatever. Here,” you said sliding the sex on the beach to Okoye who grimaced and looked at you, “It’s free and I’m not gonna finish it.”

“Wanda, I would like to buy my lovely friend a bunch of drinks,” Okoye took the drink you handed her anyway.

“The usual coming up,” Wanda said pulling out multiple shot glasses.

“So how was work?” Okoye asked and you launched into a story about what happened during the day.

/

Being a nanny was interesting, to say the least. Especially when one of the kids you were a nanny for was only six-months-old and every person on the planet thought that the baby was yours despite the fact that the baby looked nothing like you. But that didn’t seem to matter to anyone, it’d be one thing if they thought you adopted him, but most of them made a comment about how ‘your body bounced back so fast after having him’ which made you want to scream.

But that wasn’t going to stop you from taking baby Mike out, because sitting around all day with a baby could get boring.

So you took Mike to Target because you wanted to buy some new clothes.

You were holding up two different black shirts.

“What do you think, Mikey? Black or black?” You asked the baby, who just stared at you, “No, I know. They’re both black, but one is more black than the other and they are different style shirts.”

Mike coos.

“You’re right, I should just get both, it’s not like I’m trying not to spend money,” you said sarcastically tossing the shirts in the cart. You look up and your eye land on someone across the way. “Oh, shit. Ok, Mike let’s make a quick getaway.”

“Hey,” Bucky made eye contact with you before you could dash off.

“Hi.”

“You never called,” he said getting right to the point.

“Is there an expiration date on phone numbers?”

Bucky laughed, you’d never head anything like it, and you instantly wanted to make him do it again.

“No, I guess there’s not. I never caught your name.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “are you sure? Because if I remember correctly, you were there when I told it to the Gus guy. So is this your way of trying not to seem creepy for already knowing despite my never telling you?”

“Yeah,” he blushed.

“Y/n.”

“Who’s this?” He nodded towards Mike.

“Ah, this is Mike or Mikey. He’s one of the kids I nanny.”

Bucky leaned over so Mike could see him, “It is very nice to meet you, Mike. I’m Bucky.”

Mike stared at him for a moment, this baby had a serious case of resting bitch face, before he smiled at him and Bucky’s face lit up.

“Well, ya know what they say, babies are a great judge of character,” Bucky told Mike.

Mike grunted and Bucky gasped.

“Tell me more,” he said.

Watching him interact with a baby was almost too much for you and you needed to get him away from this before you completely broke down and asked him out right then and there.

“Well,” Bucky turned back to you, “I will leave you two to it. And I sincerely hope you do decide to call me, but no pressure.”

That night, after Okoye stared you down, you ended up calling him and asking him on a date.

/

“Stop pacing, you’re starting to make me nervous,” Okoye said from the couch not bothering to look up from her phone.

“Ok, but consider this,” you said continuing to pace, “What if he’s also doing this as a dare? What do I do then? Oh my god.”

“What?” Okoye looked up at you.

“What if he didn’t do this as a dare but hates me anyway? Or what if we start out liking each other and then -”

“Y/n!” Okoye cut you off. She shot up from her place on the couch and placed her hands on your shoulders. “If you don’t stop I will kill you. And I’d rather not kill you because that’s a lot of clean up for me and I don’t want to find a new roommate. So just chill out ok?”

“But -”

“No, if anything happens, I’ll kick his ass. So sit down and breathe.”

You sat in the armchair next to the sofa and took three deep breaths. Your text alert went off, you wasted no time in checking it.

Bucky: I’m downstairs.

“Ok, he’s here,” you got up and grabbed your things.

“Have fun and be safe,” Okoye called just before you shut the door.

Despite all your doubts and worries, you were excited, you couldn’t remember the last you went on a date. Once you walked out the door your eyes landed on Bucky who was wearing black pants with a navy floral button-up shirt and leather jacket. God, he was breathtaking.

When he saw you he started grinning.

“You look beautiful,” he said earnestly once you were within a foot of him.

You looked at the ground bashfully, “Thank you. You look beautiful too.”

“It’s the shirt isn’t it?” He teased.

“I like the shirt,” you told him and his smile widened, which you didn’t think was possible.

“Alright well,” He held out his arm and you took it, “let’s get the night started shall we?”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” he smiled.

He led you to his car and opened up the door for you.  Once you were in he shut the door and jogged to the driver’s side.

You looked out the window not wanting Bucky too see the embarrassed look on your face.

This was the first time anyone has ever treated you like this on a date and it hadn’t even really started yet. And just like that, you finally understood what everyone meant when they said they had the best first date ever.

“You ok?” Bucky asked.

You turned to him hoping that your facial expression had pulled itself together.

“Yeah,” you said.

It wasn’t technically a lie it just also wasn’t the complete truth.

He smiled and kept driving.

“Ya know what sucks the most about first dates?” He asked out of the blue.

“Uhh,” you stalled not sure how to answer.

“The 20 questions game, like I ask you where you grow up and then you answer and then you ask me some stupid question that I answer.”

“What would you suggest we do about this dreadful game then?” You held back a laugh.

“I think we should just tell each other our best stories for the night.”

“So you want to burn through all of my date material in one go? What would we talk about next time?” You asked as he came to a red light.

He looked over at you and smirked, “We aren’t even to the date site yet and you’re already talking about date number 2?”

“I- I uhhh -”

“Well, I better not fuck the rest of tonight up if I’m almost guaranteed a second date.”

Once again you had to look out the window to hide your face.

After a minute or two of driving Bucky stopped the car at the pier.

“Really?” You asked.

“What?” He looked at you, “Dates should be an experience, not just a fucking dinner.”

He got out of the car first and raced to your side to open the door for you but you opened it before he got there.

“Ya know, it’s hard to show off my gentleman like qualities if you ruin my opportunities,” he said.

You laughed at him as you got out of the car. He offered you his hand and without even thinking about it, you took it.

He led you to the first stop, an elephant ear stand.

“Dessert first?” You asked.

“Are you not a dessert person?” He asked looking worried.

“What about me says I’m not a dessert person?” You laughed.

“Ok, well my current plan was to split one but if you want your own -”

“We can split one,” you told him, “but I expect cotton candy on the way back.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

You hadn’t realized that neither one of you let go of each others hand until he pulled away to reach for his wallet.

“If I’d known we were going to be near the water I would’ve brought a jacket,” you muttered, not meaning for him to hear.

But of course, he did. So, he shrugged off his jacket and placed it on your shoulders. You slid your arms into the sleeves. Involuntarily you inhaled his scent, it smelled like old spice.

“Ok, so normally I’d save this story for the end of the date or date number two. So this is either going to make or break tonight,” Bucky said in between bites.

“Lay it on me,” you licked your thumb and forefinger.

“Ok, well,” he then launched into a story about the one time his friend Steve and Sam were trying to show off for some girl at the bar and they happened to be playing darts at the time. One thing led to another and Sam ended up hitting Bucky in the shoulder with a dart. Then apparently Bucky dramatically threw his arms into the air and hit not one but two women in the face.

You couldn’t stop laughing if you tried.

“It’s not that funny,” he clearly thought it was funny by the smile on his face.

“Did it hurt?”

“Not really I was drunk,” he admitted.

“Were they ok?” You gasped.

“I didn’t ask I was too focused on the fact that my friend hit me with a dart!”

You continued to laugh until you made it to the Ferris wheel line. Your laughter died down a little and you caught Bucky looking at you with a fond smile.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing, it’s your turn to tell a story,” he said.

“Ok, well there was this one time Okoye, my roommate, thought that it would be a good idea to try and set me up with someone she knew from her home. So he came to visit and then confessed his love for her right there in front of me while I was all ready to go on a date with him.”

He looked at you in disbelief, “That’s not funny.”

“First of all, it’s hilarious. Second of all, I don’t have a lot of friends. It’s not like I have co-workers I can go out with. The majority of my time is spent with a baby and I don’t have many opportunities to talk to other adults.”

“Alright well,” Bucky said as you moved up a few spots in line, “I think that you will get along great with my friends.”

“Oh, so we’re skipping right over the second date to meeting your friends? That’s almost more important than meeting your family,” you teased.

“How so?” He asked.

The ride attendant let you on to one of the seats. Once you were seated you looked at him.

“Well, you pick your friends right? You can’t pick your family and in my eyes, your friends’ opinion is more important than your family’s because you picked them. And you can be embarrassed by your family.”

“So what should I think about your lack of friends situation?” He teased.

“That I’m very selective with who I can out with and that my time is precious and I don’t waste it on just anybody.”

You looked at him and his eyes drifted down to your lips for a fraction of a second then he looked back up to your eyes. The Ferris wheel stopped when your cart got to the top.

“What?” You asked.

“Your laugh is the most sound I’ve ever heard.”

“Oh -”

“And you are smart and beautiful, and it boggles me that you are single.”

“People use me as a dare -” you reminded him.

“They’re stupid and don’t know what they’re missing,” he whispered as his eyes drifted to your lips again.

“Bucky -”

“Y/n, I really,” he paused, “I’m having a really good time tonight.”

“Me too,” you answered.

“Would it be too forward if I said I wanted to kiss you?”

“No, but we don’t always get what we want.”

“But if you try sometimes you just might find -”

“Don’t,” you told him.

He leaned in really close to your face and you scrunched your face as he sung, “You get what  you need.”

“I hate you!” You laughed.

“Do you?”

“No.”

“So,” he put his arm on the back of the seat, “On a scale from one to ten how is this date going?”

“I’ll let you know a the end of the night.”

And the night went on and it went amazing. And you would never admit it in a million years, well you might but not for a while, but you could feel yourself falling in love with him.

The drive home was odd, only because you didn’t want the night to end and that had never happened before. Typically you were ready for the night to end and you couldn’t wait to share with Okoye while you share a bottle of wine and laugh about how stupid the date was. But not this time, you tried to think of excuses to elongate the date.

At the end of the night, he walked you to the door.

“So I had fun tonight,” he said, “so, what’s the verdict on your side?”

“Well if ten is the best,” you clicked your tongue, “I’d have to go with a ten.”

“Just a ten?”

“Well, it’s a scale from one to ten,” you argued.

He stepped closer to you and cupped your face with his hand, “Do you want me to stop?”

You smirked, “No.”

He mirrored your expression and leaned in and kissed you.

His lips were soft as they glided over yours. He tasted like the cotton candy you had forced him to buy on your way back to the car. You leaned into him and pulled him to you like you couldn’t get close enough to him. And you couldn’t. You pulled away after what seemed like years to catch your breath. Your heartbeat was haywire and you could only hope that he was feeling what you were. You were about to invite him up to your place but he spoke.

“If I asked you on a second date -?”

“You’d get it,” you answered.

“Ok,” he gave you a quick peck on the lips before kissing your cheek, “until next time then.”

He waited until you were inside the doors to walk back to his car. After you made sure that he was safe in his car and driving away, you rushed up to your place to tell Okoye to tell her about the date you’d just had. You’d forgotten that you were wearing Bucky’s leather jacket but you didn’t mind so much, it just gave you an excuse to see him again. You didn’t have to tell her that you were falling in love, she could just sense it.

You didn’t know this at the time but he also felt like he was falling in love with you too, and he had no intention of letting you go. And neither did you.

#fic

[memoirsofrkxjiyeon]

• ME?? WHY ME?!  •

HEARTZ Debut Preparations April 2020 

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        The moment  Kwon Seungkwan announced her name of being the first girl of the month it felt time stopped in that very moment everything became blurred with the sound of applauds echoing in the background. The trainee stood there in complete shock not even knowing how to process this information. Is this a cruel dream or prank since it’s April 1st after all??  There is no denying Taeyeon wanted to be the first girl but now it’s happening she is complete disbelief of the whole situation. There is no doubt in her mind Sphere really believes in her especially after giving her this important task debuting first starting off the chain of heartz solo debuts. It’s crazy how her friends said that’ll be first especially Sua she outright called it maybe they should go to casinos some time since she clearly has a gift of predicting things. The oldest trainee had to keep it together as listening to the rest of what coaches had to say, Taeyeon nodded her head at everything as she was willing to throw herself into her debut preparations. Can she really hold it all on her own?? What if the debut is complete flop?? Those thoughts start to cloud her mind questioning her own abilities whether capable of such a task. No matter her own thoughts, Taeyeon will do what she does best at trying her absolute hardest to prove to them this was the right decision to make her first girl of heartz. There is no way she let them down now.

The song she was given as their solo debut, the song screamed Taeyeon’s style she immediately fell in love with song lyrics. It was a bright upbeat song which she had a lot of fun learning especially when Seungkwan kept showing how to be expressive in every single word. The song seems to represent how she was feeling right now with all pressure and change especially with the opening lines of  Should I hide? Should I run away? I’m thinking. It felt the lyrics represented her thought pattern as it was always fast-paced forever questioning everything along always trying to be positive at the same time. More she delved into the song more she practices it she fell in love with it, Taeyeon worked on every word making sure she told the story fo the song correctly. Out of all the whole song, her favorite part was her English lines saying Oh My God Yes Say Oh My Goodness, she felt so silly when first did it but now she likes to have fun with it. Everything about Vivid felt so cheeky and full of life so she hoped she did it justice, whoever wrote this song are geniuses and felt honored to be blessed with a great song.

April 8th, 2020, it was time to learn the choreography to the song and naturally, the routine matched the song in every aspect. The dance was playful, cheeky and fast-paced making it a challenge for Taeyeon. There were so many things going on, not only she had to get the steps right she had remembered to perform with her facial features since this song is very expressive. Compare to the group performance that was elegant and slow it was a nice breather from learning Vivid choreography. Taeyeon kept practicing over and over until she felt she got the movements right even adding her own bubbly personality into the routine. Despite being hard work she really enjoying herself in the process as this song felt very much her throughout making it obvious on why they thought it would be a perfect fit for her. The new thing for her was the fact she had to work with professional dancers too which she befriended since they were working together after all even asked them for some tips on how to do certain moves since dancing is their lives and they would know a lot more about this aspect. The trainee positively glowing throughout the month since she is finally will be debuting after all these years of hard work and dedication...it’ll be her time to shine and paint this colorless world vivid..

#heartz:apr20eval #[ MY CHILD IS VERY MUCH MESS OF COMPLEX EMOTIONS ;; ]

[atinytokki]

Here’s my first impressions (aka this is what 2020 is gonna sound like folks)

Alright so I’m really behind today, as some of you know I literally just got back from vacation and it’s also my first day of classes this semester and it’s just craziness. Yes I’m posting the first chapter of Yeosang’s spin-off today. But people seemed to like my first impressions of the last album so I’m going to do them again. Thankfully (?) this album is a lot shorter so I can pause and talk about stuff.

Warning! a loooong post, squealing, incoherent thoughts smashed together, and crying ahead. A lot of crying. Keysmashes included.

Post-MV thoughts before I listen to it again: There’s way too much to focus on and I’ve watched it many many times to look at the choreo and the storyline stuff that’s happening, but this is my first time listening without the video so I’ll notice more musically this time. But first I wanna say; YEOSANG’S LINES!!!! I’ve been screaming for forever that he has a beautiful deep voice and needs to be given parts that compliment it. And wow it finally happened :’) Anyway here we gooo

건배하자 like a thunder!! Can you believe they literally spoiled the entire hook of their next song in Beginning of the End? *flashbacks to my utter confusion when that happened* San sounds amazing and I like the little echoey thingies. Gives it a real nostalgic feel. Jongho already popping off vocally barely 10 seconds in. Mingi’s rap here and the transition to Hongjoong’s— rap line goals. The attitude in that mm-mm made me smile ngl. This prechorus might be my favourite part of the song. Seonghwa sounds heavenly. An EDM drop bringing back that hook, good decision and again it kinda feels nostalgic?? Especially the oh-oh-ohs which are also giving me a pirate drinking song vibe wow 0.0 Wooyoung with that 불러 불러 lol. Yes the Yeosang part!! I love a good post-chorus switchup and he. handled. it. perfectly. There’s even harmony, yall know how much I love harmony. And SINGING RAPPERS AHAHDJAHAK YESSSSS. Back to that glorious prechorus but it’s Yunho’s turn. This chorus is just such an anthem. I’m bopping rn. San in this bridge— he said I am a VOCALIST listen to my beautiful VOICE. Yay the rappers going back and forth again!! It’s like If Without You. Man I can’t believe I get to replay this song forever. 2020 is gonna be lit. You hit those notes Jongho! I’m always blown away by this kid, and that scoop earlier mmmm. Just nodding very energetically right now. Perfect end to the song. 100/10!!!!

Okay I’m pausing before the next one starts because no I am not prepared. It’s just like last time; I know Hongjoong wrote this and I know it’s gonna ruin me but I have no idea how and when and what it’s even gonna be like but anyway, too bad, let’s just go.

Oh kinda futuristic sounding opening with the synths? Yooo the vocal thingy in the background, sounds like a sample of some kind, that is super cool and I hope we get more of it. Ok I paused just to write that, let me unpause. This is gonna be a long one, I can already tell, sorry guys 😅 And the beat changed right before the vocalists came in. definitely a back and forth thing here in two registers, very sweet. Wow. WOW MINGI WOW. This rap is?? It sounds super mature and idk just full of confidence. I’m shook. Ok the chorus. Holy cow this is LIT lit. Nope nope I need to pause and go back. This is so chaotic, I feel like I’m missing things?? I’m listening to that chorus again because there were so many elements there. I just wanna take this song and break it down second by second to hear every single sound hahahah. I’m only catching an odd word or two here as far as lyrics go. Oml harmonies 💆🏻‍♀️ Alright Hongjoong’s rap. OMG if he sounded sassy in Answer this is a whole new level and I LOVE IT. Flow is 100/10. The “are you gonna take me there” gives me chills. This song needs a dance this chorus is TOO LIT. Am I at a rave rn??? Oh thank God the bridge took it back a level. Ok I’m pausing because I think I caught some of the lyrics this time. If I’m not wrong I heard 난 궁금해 저 끝이 궁금해, 더 가까이 조금 더 가까이 ? Which is something like “I wonder, I wonder about the end. Closer, a little bit closer” if I heard correctly. I need to look up the lyrics in full later because Hongjoong has a big brain and his lyrics are always 🤯🤩 Ok unpause. Final breakdown! Yep this is going on repeat the rest of today. Jongho yussss with the ad libs. No it’s over ㅠㅠ Alright this one is already vying for top spot this album. We shall see. But I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. HONGJOONG GENIUS.

Um so yeah I saw them perform this live for their anniversary thingy and cried so this should be fun. At least I already know the song so how much can it hurt me? 🤷🏻‍♀️

Smart of whoever put this album together to stick this song right in the middle and make us cry between head banging to the other songs. Mingi in the beginning is just 💖💕💘💝💓 San ballad king. I need more ballads from him. Jongho, of course, with perfect vocal control. Oh Seonghwa too, I need more ballads from him. Wooyoung with T H A T part. A tear is forming, I just love this chorus. People are saying the song should be in a drama and I 100% agree. Everyone together FOREVER YOU ARE MY STARRR. The little drum frills it’s so cute :(( Yay Hongjoong, and his cute little voice I’m UWUWU. Wooyoung with the high note and I’m ascending........... Chorus again and this is the real meaning of crying in the club. It just occurred to me that the second verse seemed really short. Yeosang + Hongjoong + that guitar in the bridge is *chef’s kiss*. This is so emotional, do we really need to do this at 4am?!? I’m just gonna vibe for a sec, it’s the last chorus. The ad libs were so perfect and the way it ended— wow. I need a moment.

From my understanding this is a full version of the Precious Overture they gave us last album. Tempted to go back and see my first impressions about that one, but either way i have a distinct feeling my wig is about to be snatched. Let’s GOOO

So far, it’s starting the same. Creepy humming and all. Okay scratch that, we have a vocal melody. Yunho sounds great ugh I’m so proud. Sorry, San’s voice just takes me to another plane of existence or something, how can it be that smooth and gorgeous, someone please explain. Building to something now... Oo. OO?! Hongjoong’s rapping. This is so cool oh wow, and into this vocal part which I believe is the chorus?? wOW wow it’s amazing to hear this having already heard the bgm, this is like a new level of appreciation. It really all goes well. Ah we have a switch up now with Seonghwa. guys GUYS GUYS you know how I feel about switch ups. Sorry I’m going back to catch something. The tempo changed here and really grabbed my attention. The bass is also super cool, it’s actually the same melody as the treasure opening (and the opening of this song) but much lower, I believe. Uh oh guys this might be vying for top spot too. Let’s continue. Ok Mingi’s rap which I’ve already heard. Um I’m confused now. It’s Hongjoong’s rap again? Is this the chorus?? Woah woah hold on I gotta pause. Because. Wait, what?? This is the chorus??!? Yoooooooo bold move! I have no idea what is going on but I love it. Continuing on. Ah yeah ok the vocal part with Yeosang again, so I guess the rap + vocal part is the chorus? Also I neglected to mention but Yeosang is killing this song. Ooh okay this bridge is building some suspense. Feeeelingggggg.... And now a shouted version of the rap for the final chorus. Okay wow I’m impressed that they took it this direction. And Jongho with the ad libs is PERFECTIONNNN. Oop okay they’ve added the revised-lyric Treasure part to the end here. And the lyrics are the same as in Precious (Overture) so I’m guessing we still didn’t find the treasure, good grief. How long is it gonna take to find this treasure 😅. And it ended like that. Well. WOW. Again, I could listen to this on repeat all day. Again, I am deceased. Instant fave.

I’m pretty sure this is the exact same as I already heard on the trailer thingy but we are gonna react to it anyway.

The orchestra really loosens my tear ducts like nothing else. It’s beautiful, who else is doing it like them?? “Did you find your treasure?” Yes, I found ATEEZ 🥺. The way he says “finally found it” . This is Maddox btw. Also about Maddox, hang on I’m gonna pause for a PSA: guys if you don’t know Maddox please PLEASE check him out. He’s doing the amazing narration on this (and Intro too), he’s a soloist under KQ and one of Ateez’s hyungs who they look up to. In addition to his superior narrating talents, he is also an amazing vocalist. If you like R&B and lo-fi music I would definitely recommend him, he just dropped a single called Color Blind, his insta is xxmaddox, he’s a great guy and YEAH that’s all for my plug but go stan him, he is deserving and proof of the fact that KQ artists are talent through and through. Unpausing! The way the orchestra swells and then goes into a piratey sounding theme is so motivating and familiar :))) “Can you hear those voices?” HNGJRKSNDN WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE SCARY. This is the Epilogue, it’s supposed to be like the denouement, the falling action!! The bad guys should be gone now! What’s next?? Treasure Ep: Answer to Question? Because that’s what I have after this album! More questions!!! Anyway, the bass here and the humming 👌🏻 100/10 for the instrumental. And in ATEEZ fashion, they leave me thirsting for more.

So that was my first impression/live reaction to the mini album! I think it’s Horizon and Precious fighting for #1 currently. Maybe I’ll reblog with second and third and fourth impressions... Thanks for reading if you got this far! And tell me what your first impressions were and if I missed something big while I was keysmashing. TTFN~

#ateez #ateez action to answer #ateez answer #ateez reactions #ateez first impressions #first impressions #keysmash #liveblog #tokki.txt

[smolbeandrabbles]

Lover - Martin x Reader (Untogether)

Read as part of Like You Say You Do / Get Even if you like 💕

Gif Credit: @benmendo

Author’s Note: How and Why he is the easiest Mendo for me to write I’m not sure... But I gotta say, it does mean I can write when inspiration hits in a day... Which is good news for Martin.  AND the Martin Squad...! @stcphstrange @beany-ben @mfolcore @alotofrandomfangirling @shantellorraine Disclaimer: The usual / I own nothing but the writing and the reader character Premise: On the final (hometown) gig of the tour, Martin has a surprise for you... Words: 2558 Warnings: N/A

_________  And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years? This is our place, we make the call And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue All's well that ends well to end up with you Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

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You’d been with Martin for a little while now, and things had gone from good to better. He had never been kidding about your notebook full of poems (or as he consistently called them, lyrics); and before you knew it the band (who, you would like to add also wrote their own stuff) had at least one album, a multitude of music gone digital and a hit in the radio. And there was nothing like that feeling of you both screaming the first time you’d heard it come on in the car. They were also successful, not little clubs to big time stadium successful, but enough to know what it was like to your outside more than just the States. (Though you felt Martin’s heritage helped with that part of the tour).

You and Andrea stayed best friends, and before you knew it - despite your original protests - double dates between her and Nick and you and Martin became nearly a weekly thing; and not always on purpose.  In fact, the four of you had also been on holiday together and you couldn’t count the number of times you’d seen them both at concerts. Tara however... didn’t remain a real friend for much longer than a few months. You still saw her around, and she certainly wasn’t your biggest fan - but you supposed being courteous with each other was a lot better than the cat fight you’d had when she turned up on Martin’s doorstep one day. You’d tried to be reasonable about it, but she wasn’t having it - Martin had to prize you both apart and that didn’t end well for him either. Two hours later he came back, having dropped her at home, and his face had said don’t ask, and you weren’t sure you wanted to. Since then you’d pretty much kept out of each other’s way. And that was sensible.

 Tonight was the hometown last gig of the tour, and afterwards Martin wanted to take a break, paint a little bit (because he knew how much you still loved to watch him do that in tight white T-shirts) and get his life in order. Not that it wasn’t in order - but you’d bought a house together and hadn’t done a lot with it yet, except paint it; obviously. And there was nothing like painting together; especially as there was now always coffee and donuts involved. Traditions were important things to keep! The show was sold out, and not on-the-day sold out either but months in advance sold out, that made you so happy. You liked to keep track of things like that - you loved yelling; “There’s another one sold out!!” At him from scrolling around on your laptop and how he’d run in; “You’re kidding?!” You weren’t always able to go with them, only when work allowed - so thus far you’d seen him a few times. You had a good supposed network and were fine without him there but, you always loved having him home again. So, you hadn’t seen him in a few weeks either. Luckily you had a couple of days before the show so do nothing much more than lay around the house and make out...

Andrea and Nick would be there, of course. And a bunch of your other friends, because they wanted to be there for the welcome home gig. Also Martin pretty much told everyone he would buy the bar afterwards, so many people didn’t need that much persuasion to buy a ticket! (Not that you would hope they would need much persuasion anyway - you’d kick ‘em otherwise) What did surprise you was that your parents and other family members were going to be there. You remember scoffing when they told you that; Why, it’s not even your type of music! You do know it’s not a sit down venue?! Well, we want to support him... also what do you mean not our type of music?!

 So here you were, night of, backstage with about 3 minutes before he went on. And he wouldn’t. Stop. Kissing. You. “You’re gonna be late on!” You giggled, as he set his guitar up in between kisses; “Never late, it’s my gig!” “Well then it’s your fault if they chuck you off stage or cut the power at curfew!” “They’d never...” he pushed his forehead to yours; “Okay fine... One more, for good luck...” You raised an eyebrow; “I thought wishing you good luck was bad luck? I thought it was break a leg?” “Please dear God, no!” He laughed “Good luck is fine...” “What do you need good luck for anyway-!? It’s not luck if it’s talent...” He gave a gentle shrug “Oh, you never know what you’ll need luck for do ya...” “Okay...” you wound your arms around his neck, making this kiss last “Good Luck!”

As you expected he was incredible. He hit all those notes fearlessly; and the band were also on top form. They were riding the high of the home gig, the last gig of the tour - the energy of the crowd... their little steady wave of success. And you couldn’t be prouder that he was giving it his all here. They didn’t wind down because these were the last few minutes they’d spend on stage, they wound up. And you knew that setlist by heart; even the songs that he interwove and changed depending on where they were and what was getting the most airplay. So you knew when there weren’t so many songs left. And that was sad, you didn’t want them to pack up yet, to stop, you wanted them to play all night long.

 But with one song left Martin’s energy seemed to completely change. He didn’t talk often between songs; liking to let the music do his talking for him. But every so often he would. But the last song was high energy, the perfect finisher. Or it was supposed to be. Instead Martin took a deep breath and stepped up to the Mic. “Now usually, there’s a song we would play here, which would make sense as the final song on a set list... right? But... tonight I... wanted to do a little something different. But, I also didn’t really want to do it alone... Because I wrote her a song.... so... I figured if I was gonna play it for ya, it would only be right if she was on stage too, yeah?” It wasn’t that you weren’t listening, just when you suddenly froze at the realisation he was talking about you, he’s written a song for you. But even then it still wasn’t completely registering with you what he’d said, until he called your name. “So hopefully with a little encouragement we can get Ms.Y/N out here, what do you say?” There was a cheer from the crowd that made you instantly embarrassed, and for some reason you felt like you still weren’t hearing this correctly - “C’mon, Y/N… don’t go all shy on me now…!” Martin’s laugh edged nervous, and one of his road crew nudged you in the back. Lucky for that too – as it snapped you back into reality. You took a deep breath, and walked out onto the stage.

The spotlight meant you couldn’t really see the sea of people here to watch him. But Martin was clear as day, and just as beautiful. “Ah! Here she is; may I introduce those of you that don’t know her, to my gorgeous Y/N…” You wanted to push him and tell him to stop, but this was neither the time nor place… And with him looking at you like this in front of his own fans, you couldn’t help your grin. Probably like an idiot, and in front of people I know… Dammit Martin! “So as I was saying… I wrote her a song… And I’d quite like to sing it for her…And maybe end this show a little more low key… Is that alright?” Another jubilant cheer from the crowd made him grin; but still he was fixing you with that look; and you couldn’t figure out what it was… “Aha… Earlier I asked her to kiss me for good luck.” You nearly rolled your eyes; Oh, now he was going to start telling embarrassing anecdotes about you too… “And she said ‘You don’t need it’ which… might be true…” He was still staring at you with immeasurable adoration; “…But for this I feel like I might…”

He stepped away from the mic for a moment, cleared his throat and swallowed hard – and you thought the band might begin to play the notes, to accompany his melody. But no, instead you were met with almost dead silence, because instead of stepping back to the mic Martin stepped forward; and then down onto one knee. WAIT-! There was a mix of emotion from the crowd; somewhere between a scream of delight but also dead silence at respect for the moment, and to hear what he had to say (or you could hear what he had to say). You gathered your hands to your mouth; they all KNEW! Your family and friends they must all KNOW! That’s how come they were all here-! MARTIN!!!

“So, maybe I thought I was never going to be the marrying type…” He pulled a little navy-blue box out of his pocket; “…And maybe sometimes things just happen to let you know, even though you might commit to spend your life with one person… There might be more to it than that. I know that it took me a while to realise that that person was you, but I also knew I’d finally found her in you… Y/N… And maybe it took me a while to realise that I wanted to marry you, but you’re also the only person I’ve ever wanted to get down on one knee for. And I know I don’t plan much, but I did plan this…” He opened the box delicately; the dainty silver piece inset with amethyst was beyond-words beautiful. And you held back your tears, even though you knew they were happy ones. Hell, Martin could have proposed with a piece of plastic and you’d have said yes. “So, in front of my band and a bunch of our friends… I’m asking for your hand in marriage… And you can have my heart and soul…” He gave a tiny shrug with a smile; “Heck, I think you already do… So, I know you’re going to take good care of ‘em…” Martin took another breath; “Y/N… Will you marry me?” Not that you would have declined; but how you were supposed to do that in front of all these people anyway was a mystery to you. You also decided that vocalising it might be better, in the circumstances, than just nodding “Yes!” “Yes?” “YES!” The crowd erupted in happy raptures; led by his band, as Martin stood and pulled you to him to kiss you, winding his arms around you you could feel the nervous, now triumphant, energy that flowed through him. “Good thing you wished me luck…” “…Oh yeah, that’s the only reason I said yes…” He couldn’t help but laugh as he let you go and took your hand in his – you watched, still smiling and a little lost for words, as he slipped the ring onto your finger. “Guess now is as good a time as any to tell you I love you?” You shook your head; “I know, why do you think I said yes?”

He motioned to his crew to bring you a stool to sit on; but Martin being Martin wouldn’t let you just sit on it, oh no… He had to pick you up whilst kissing you and put you on it himself. You covered your face with your hands; yes – that what perfect cause to be embarrassed thank you very much!!! You had to live this down to your family now. And Andrea. Who was probably filming the whole thing. He shouldered his acoustic guitar and turned back to you; “So… Y/N… This song is for you…” The band let him start alone – and suddenly you were transported to your living room, where he would cuddle up with you and test out your poems, or his lyrics with tunes in his head and see what stuck, and what sometimes didn’t. But even if you were aware you were in a room full of people – for that first verse there was just the two of you. And you realised something. You realised exactly what he was doing – and what this song was – and how no one in this room would ever know the significance. “Martin…” You knew you’d murmured it, that he knew you’d said his name and you got it by the way he smiled; he’d entwined lines from your poems about him in with his own lyrics about you… Lyrics you couldn’t even believe he remembered from the first time he’d read your notebook and asked if they were about him and you’d denied it… He was perfectly mixing them here… He wasn’t just singing lyrics to a song he’d written. Martin was singing your history. This song wasn’t for you. This song was yours.

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Andrea was, unsurprisingly, the first one to greet you – almost screaming – as you appeared from back stage “OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!!! CONGRATULATIONS!!!” “How long have YOU known!? C’mon, he invited all of you because you knew – don’t deny it! I’m gonna KILL HIM!” “Okay, before you go killin’ your fiancé, we were always gonna come, I’ll have you know! I dunno, I think he finally up and told us about a month ago. I’ve literally been biting my tongue about it, though.” You stared at her for a second, and had barely listened to anything beyond her seventh word, before your face lit up; “Holy sh*t! Martin is my fiancé!” “…Yes, no more boyfriend girlfriend stuff its- YOU!” she yelled again, and another cheer went up from both your friends and family as he appeared looking nothing more than euphoric. Andrea let you go and ran to him; and almost tackled him to the ground; “YOU! YOU ASSHOLE!!! DO NOT TELL ME THAT SPEECH WAS ON THE FLY! YOU SAID EVERYTHING I WROTE DOWN!!! YOU SON OF A-!” “Woah, okay, okay, I took some inspiration…” She smacked his arm; “You didn’t even act like you were interested or listening! I could kill you as much as I could kiss you! But I won’t because I don’t want to make your new fiancée jealous.” You folded your arms with a laugh; “Oh, did Andrea write it?!” “No! No!” He pointed to her “Be fair; I told you what I wanted to say…” “Okay…” she huffed “I put his speech a little more eloquently… Or you would have been up there listening to him ramble for 30 minutes, and then he’d get knee cramp…” Martin scoffed at that idea, walking across the floor to you, taking you back in his arms; “Whatever…” She called after him; “C’mon – short and sexy!” “…Old and sexy!” You looked around him with a grin to your best friend. Martin sighed in mock annoyance. “Geez… I have this for the rest of my life…!” “How lucky are you!?”

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AHHHH!!! I FINALLY WROTE IT! 🎉🎉🎉🎉

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1, 2, 4, and 6! 😊

1. Do you have any interesting or unusual personal interpretations of any songs?

Well, I don't know if this is actually what inspired it or if I'm just projecting (I suspect it's the latter, as I also deal with phobia...), but I have a hunch that Sweet Talk may be about Brandon's flight phobia and about him getting help for it and not letting it hold him back from being in the band and touring.

Lift me up on my honor, take me over this spell, get this weight off my shoulders, I've carried it well, loose these shackles of pressure, shake me out of these chains, lead me not to temptation, hold my hand harder, ease my mind, roll down the smokescreen and open the sky, let me fly - man, I need a release from this troublesome mind, fix my feet when they're stumblin', brother, 'cause it hurts sometimes, you know it's gonna bleed sometimes, hold on...Dig me out from this thorn tree, help me bury my shame, keep my eyes from the fire, they can't handle the flame...I'm gonna climb that symphony home and make it mine, let its resonance light my way - see all these pessimistic sufferers tend to drag me down, so I could use it to shelter what good I've found

This song would've been written around the time Brandon was having weekly sessions with a psychiatrist to combat his phobia and to me, the lyrics sound like something he wrote when trying to process and reflect on that fear after therapy.

The first verse seems to clearly reference his fear of flying, he's basically asking for these 'shackles and chains' trying to hold him to the ground to go away, asking the people around him to comfort him, and saying that he's sick of his fear and he doesn't want to let it stop him from flying and fulfilling his dreams. 'Lead me not to temptation' - we know that around this time he leaning pretty heavily on alcohol as a coping mechanism, and he alluded to it again after the Battle Born tour when talking about a near-crash they'd had on that tour, when he was seriously tempted to drink for the first time since becoming sober.

If I remember correctly from my religion classes in college, the thorn tends to symbolize some sort of chronic impairment or crippling source of pain and sadness (like a rockstar with a flying phobia?) - in the middle here he's ashamed to have this ongoing struggle with this irrational fear, and again asking for release from that fear and asking for help.

And then the end seems to say that he's going to triumph over his fear, he's going to fly anyway and use the airplane as a vehicle to deliver his music to the masses ('gonna climb that symphony home and make it mine'), that he's going to use his dreams as motivation to fight his phobia ('let its resonance light my way'), that the positivity of his music and what it brings to his life outweighs the struggle with his phobia, and that he's not going to listen to the voice in his head telling him not to get on the plane, that it's gonna crash and they're all gonna die horrible fiery deaths.

2. Does a specific song remind you of a happy memory?

Not quite TK but I remember the first 'new' song I heard was when Crossfire was released, listening to that in my brother's car.

4. You have the chance to go back in time to see ONE of The Killers' shows, live and in person. What do you choose?

Awww jeez. Um...I'm gonna have to go with Wembley Stadium. That really was the pinnacle of their career up to that point and it's so endearing that Brandon was so moved by it that he wrote a song for the occasion- and forced the others to learn it lmao. I mean, he wrote that in two days and it's so genuine and personalized and so thoughtful. I'm still waiting for them to offer TK one of those strings of Wembley dates. They deserve it.

6. Give three of your favorite TK lyrics.

Lift me up on my honor, take me over this spell

Get this weight of my shoulders, I've carried it well

Loose these shackles of pressure, shake me out of these chains

Lead me not to temptation

Hold my hand harder, ease my mind

Roll down the smokescreen and open the sky

Let me fly

(SWEET TALK)

Change came in disguise of revelation, set his soul on fire

She said she'd always knew he'd come around

And the decades disappear like sinking ships, but we persevere

God gives us hope, but we still fear what we don't know

(A DUSTLAND FAIRYTALE)

These changes ain't changing me, I'm the gold-hearted boy I used to be

(ATTID)

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