#literally the first line of her first song. and yet it sneaks by you if you're not paying attention :)

[benevolentslut]

it's been said before and i'm pretty sure i've said it before but it's wild how the first character theme we get for each of team rwby is like. three deep and meaningful songs about the characters' pain, trauma, backstory, hopes and dreams. and then yang's there like "fuck you ima punch the shit outta you"

#rwby #yang xiao long #it does also have messages about not judging a book by its cover and how there's more beneath the surface #which is amazing for her first character theme because yeah!! that was her whole deal! #but it's more subtle in the song (despite being the first line!!) because it's the first one we get from her! #i love rwby's music so much it slaps on its own but it adds so much to the storytelling #no actually yeah props for them sneaking in 'come at me and you'll see there's more than meets the eye' and disguising it as fight lyrics #literally the first line of her first song. and yet it sneaks by you if you're not paying attention :)

[yorshie]

A Day in the Lair

Bayverse turtles x femreader (No Y/N)

summary/warnings: SFW. A day in the lair for reader with her favorite turtles. Hm... is it just me or are they planning a surprise behind her back? A bit more on the nose with the relationships in this one. Set in 2023 (turtles 24-25)

Tags: @jackalope-in-a-storm @tmnt-tychou

The lair was the best place to be on the weekends.

The music was already on when you entered, a sure sign that everyone was in a good mood. Dumping your bag in an empty chair, you took the moment alone to sway at the deep bass, wondering if Mikey or Donnie had chosen the shake remixes. 

A warm hand slid up your arm, a bulky body following to press up against your back as Mikey started to sway in time with your movements. “Sweetie Pie! There you are!” His free arm snaked around your waist, keeping you close as he moved you both through an impromptu series of steps, pulling a bubbly laugh out of you.

You smiled at the new nickname. Every few weeks it seemed like he was trying out a new one for you. He once said he liked the way your face lit up whenever he surprised you with a change, and bonus points if it made his brothers cringe noticeably. 

“You ready for some fun?” He asked, twirling you out before returning your back to his front, holding your arms aloft and shaking them side to side when the music switched to vocals. 

“Hm… did you guys have something planned? Donnie was being purposefully cryptic in his word choices when he called earlier.”

Mikey let out a little high pitched laugh, a sure sign that something was afoot and he had been sent out first to keep you distracted. Amused, you tilted your head to the side, raising a brow to give him a look that had him giving a short, whistled tune, practically hopping you both side to side, shell blocking you from seeing the rest of the room.

It made you laugh, these giant dorks, somehow saving the world more than twice, taking on terrorists and aliens, but unable to hide from you they were sneaking something literally behind your back.

But a new song came on, and you felt the shivered beat in your bones, and so you looped your elbows over Mikey’s, laid back against his chest, and let him lead you through movements just shy of being inappropriate. When you took a half step too far, his larger foot was there, thigh hard against the outside of your hip as he swayed you both to the side in a move you were sure you’d seen in the dojo.

“Ooo, you’re ok. Mikey’s got ya.” You could feel his smile against your ear, before his head turned again, likely checking to see if the coast was clear yet.

You snorted. “Something distracting you from the here and now, Angelo?”

One hand moved, wrapping around your waist as a slower, deeper song started. “What?” Two steps forward, your smaller feet practically on top of his own. “Nah, with you in my arms?” He lifted you up, arm coming up under your butt as he hopped the railing around the kitchen, taking you closer to the wall of boomboxes and away from the entrance. 

Now, he let you out of his hold briefly, twirling you around, grip firm when he slipped his arm low on your back to keep you from spilling over. “Oof. Little dizzy, baby?”

You hummed, let him use the excuse to reel you back in, your hand not trapped in his own looping up in the space between his neck and shell. “Maybe. But I don’t think my dance partner minds.”

Mikey’s dimples flashed at either corner of his wide smile. “Naw, the dizzier you are, the tighter you hold onto me.”

“Flirt." You accused, going along with his movements, delighting in the little shiver the deep hum in his chest caused. 

“Faster song’s comin’. Think you can keep up?”

At your nod, he let you have a little more room, legs offset, the hard edge of his plastron a line for you to lean against. You pressed a little kiss to the bicep next to your face just to hear Mikey coo, before you were following his lead through the steps, letting him take your weight when you became too dizzy. By the end of it you were practically held aloft, breathless and feeling butterflies tickling your stomach, though he didn’t seem anywhere close to complaining.

“Wow, you two’ve been practicing.” Donnie, standing stock still at the edge of your impromptu dance floor, wide smile plastered to his mouth. When you gave him your attention, amused, he jerked his head in a not subtle manner, and Mikey twirled you out of his arms and over to his brother. 

“Hey, baby, there’s something I gotta go do. Do you mind, uh, helping Donnie with-”

But you were already waving him on, knowing you’d be able to make him crack if you wanted, but there was something so sweet about what they were doing, and so funny about how badly they were going about it. 

“It’s fine, Mikey, are you kidding me? I get some Donnie time?” You shimmied over to stand in front of him, craning your head to watch his smile turn more natural, his eyes soften.

Michelangelo was already gone, but his tallest brother let you take his hand, let you pull him through a few swaying steps as he corralled you into his lab and further away from the others.

“So, Dee.” You sidled into his space, hearing the dull thud of his carapace nicking the edge of the table as he corrected his stance. You wrapped your arms around his middle, laid your upturn chin on his plastron, and batted your eyes. “What have you guys been up to?”

If it was possible, he turned into a steel beam in your arms, his muscles going from pliably relaxed to rigid under your grip. “What? Nothing- that is, we’ve been up to nothing.”

“Oh, you poor baby.” You grinned, planted a kiss to his chest, his arms finally coming up to hold you back. “I was hoping you’d give me a tour of all the experiments you’ve got going on right now, but since you’ve been up to nothing-” You let your lower lip tic out before drumming your fingers across his shell.

His eyes lit up, roved between you and the bits and bobs he had laid out across his main workstation, before the tone caught up with him, and he refocused on your upturn face, suspicion written in the wrinkle between his eyes. 

Your lips were pressed together, in an effort not to laugh at his adorableness. He pet the small of your back with even strokes, content to hold you for a moment before whatever thought crossed his mind pulled another smile.

He sighed dramatically and readjusted his grip, jostling you as he leaned back and hooked an ankle under his chair to pull it closer. “Alas, I hear the voice of Admiral Ackbar in the back of my head.”

“Oh do you?” You went along with his direction, sitting in his chair, one leg under you and the other bent so you could hug it. You let Donnie sway the chair back and forth with his foot, content to steal his spot as long as he kept that pleased expression on his face. “And what wisdom does the famous admiral have to impart?”

Donnie gave that cute, little chuckle, reaching over to the large red button beneath his monitors and giving it a hearty slap. A loud voice blared out ITS A TRAP and he picked it up, giving it a little twirl before he looked at you expectantly.

You held a hand to your chest, splayed it out wide in mock offense. “A trap?? I would never.”

Donnie gave that chuckle again, this time with a little snort, as he grabbed the sides of the chair and gave you a sharp spin for your lie. “All the pretty girls are traps, love.”

You mimicked the high pitched sound he often made when he was happy, making him huff in amusement before he hopped on the back of the chair, one leg pushing it in the direction he wanted as you both scooted around the lab. 

“I could show you how the underground garden is going, or we could look at the Tesla coil?”

“Hm, maybe the one that’s least likely to end with a trip to the emergency room.”

“Yea, I’d hate to die if Leo caught you over the safety line again.” He said in mock seriousness, and his foot clipped out, hooked around the leg of a table, and the chair turned for the growing room door.

Inside, the grow lights were set high above, on a Northern Hemisphere June cycle Donnie had once explained, and below in orderly rows, vegetables and fruit trees grew. As he led you through the aisles, explaining the different things he was growing, experimenting with, you reached up, threading your fingers with his. 

“Hm, wait a moment.” One hand slipped free, and he stopped the chair, leaning to the side towards a bush overhanging its bed. When he saw you sit up to help, he waved you back into your relaxed position. “No, no, let me. There’s thorns.” 

You restarted the tour with a lap full of blackberries, holding one up every now and then for Donnie to steal from your fingers. If he took advantage to nip your fingers, you were careful not to call him out for it.

Leo found you both in the citrus row, Donnie using your lap as a makeshift bowl for a few lemons he had decided look ripe enough to move to the kitchen.

“Oh, hey, Leo,” Donnie swayed as he turned the heavy pots in quarter turns, making sure each tree had access to water while you watched bemused, hands full of fruit. “Is it time already?”

“Time to swap.” Leo answered, and you rolled your eyes in humor, standing and setting the lemons back in the warm divot of the seat. 

“Oh, no, not another sketchy human transfer.” You teased, wrapping your arms around Donnie in farewell. You could feel his grin in your hair, taking a moment to rub his snout against you before he let go.

“I shall miss you, be good for Leo.” He intoned, mock serious, his lips twitching when Leo only shook his head and touched your arm.

“Yes, Mom!” You told him, turning at the slight pressure, letting Leo lead you out of the garden and back through Donnie’s Lab.

“So,” You asked, clasping your hands behind your back, skipping to plant yourself in front of him. “Can I ask what’s going on?”

“No.” Leo said simply, shaking his head when you started walking backwards. His large hands came up automatically to nudge you away from obstacles. “I need your help with something, though.”

“Ri-ight.” You drew out the word, giving him a wink what earned you a fond huff and a dip of his head. You could tell he was leading you towards the back of the Lair, where the bedrooms are. He took your arm in a careful grip to traverse the stairs, urging you to turn so you would trip over the raised door frame when you entered his room.

Everything was clean, in its usual spot, but there was a small clutter of objects in the center of the floor. You sat down next to the project, folding your legs up under you to mirror Leo as he sank to the floor next to you. He somehow made the movement graceful while you were still pulling one of your feet up and under your thigh, waiting patiently until you were settled to hand you something.

It was a pressed flower, inky purple and still vibrant despite its crinkly nature, and you turned it slowly, letting the low light catch on the color. 

“Leo, where’d you get a hollyhock?” You asked, watching as he carefully set down a sheet of glass and nodded at the flower in your hand, letting you set it flat on the surface before answering.

“I  accidentally let a flower shop owner see me a little bit ago, and they’ve started setting out old flowers that didn’t sell for me to take.” He paused. “I think she thinks she’s feeding me.”

You snorted in laughter at the look on his face. “Ah, maybe she’s trying to woo you. Is she pretty?”

He gave you a look, deep blue peeking up from under his lowered head, and you pressed your lips together to keep from laughing at the ‘done with your shit’ expression. “One, she’s close to eighty. Secondly-” you cut him off, reaching for another flower, pressing your whole arm against him before letting your lips rest against the curve of his deltoid. 

“I’m teasing you, Leo.” You retreated, holding the much bigger flower up for inspection while he openly watched you. 

“Well… good.” You could tell you knocked him off his train of thought, so you only hummed an answer, moving to set the faded pink rose a little above the hollyhock.

He handed you the next one, another hollyhock, before he started shifting through the flowers, clearly looking for ones that fit in with the others. You waited patiently as he handed them out slowly, until you realized you had sprigs of apple blossom and fern in your hands, and he was pressing the delicate red petals of salvia on the glass so they stuck.

He looked up as you paused, a question in his eyes, but you only smiled, set the two bundles down before taking the vine of morning glory he handed out. “Did this come from the flower shop, too?”

“Uh, that one-” He preoccupied himself with the piles of dried flowers, which you could now see were parceled out in three even stacks. Your heart melted at the sight, but you only twirled the vine of pink flowers, waiting. 

He finally looked up at you, huffing at being caught. “That one I found.”

You hummed at him, before setting it down on the glass, starting to arrange the foliage so the little pops of color caught the eye. “Well- they’re pretty, you know?”

“I thought so too.” He was setting out another pane of glass on his floor, so you slid the completed one to the side, a little eager to see what he handed you this time.

Baby’s breath. He handed you two full blooms, another in his hand, and had the audacity to smile at you. “I thought we’d make a few, hang them up in the main room.” 

You tapped down the well of warmth in your chest, set the flowers down next to his own to make an arc. “I like that idea.” 

He handed you dill, coriander and thyme, the smell of the herbs stronger than the blooms, and you let out a little ‘few’ at the smell, pulling a chuckle from him as he pressed daisy flowers and white carnation into the greenery. He let you have full control on the third panel, only handing you the flowers, watching your face at you set them all out.

Ivy, faded hyacinth with just a hint of blue still left in the petals, cheery white clover, tiny forget-me-not, more salvia but blue this time, and yarrow in big, faded pink and yellow bunches. You were just tucking the flowers into the fern when a knock at the door sounded, and Raph stuck his head in.

“Ah, he’s got you playing with flowers, princess?”

You upticked your cheek, catching the look Leo threw his brother, and patted his knee in comfort. There was little doubt in your mind that Raph saw anything beyond the obvious fact that you two were pressing flowers.

He jerked his head back towards the lair, leaning on the doorframe and giving you that slow smirk. “Thought you might want to go for a walk, let Fearless here finish up his uh- well, finish up what he needs to do.”

Leo rolled his eyes. “Smooth, Raph, smooth.”

“Smoother than you, jerk.” Raph puffed up, and you stood quickly, waving your hands to keep them from continuing the brewing argument. 

“Alright, alright, let’s go.” You let Leo squeeze your hand as you left with Raph, only pausing to watch him start to place glass over the arrangement’s before the red banded brother called to you in reminder:

“Let’s go, princess!” 

“Coming, coming!” You called, giving Leo a little wave when he looked up at the sound of your voice. You pretended not to see Donnie and Mikey with their backs to you in the doorway of the Lab, arms akimbo and whispering as they clearly struggled with something.

Raph led you out the back way, unlocking the circular door and leaving it propped open. “C’mere, sweetheart, we’re going for a bit of a jog.” 

He held open his arms, and you went readily, curling up against his shoulder and letting him hook your legs over the bend of his other elbow. 

He took you up to a larger tunnel with a waterway in the middle, steps slow and even once the path leveled out. 

“This is nice, that we can do stuff like this now, without the sewer smell.” You commented, leaning to watch the water flow on it’s way back from treatment. 

“Yea, we upgraded from sewer to water intake.” He joked, arms curling in tighter when you tapped his shoulder to be let down. “Let me hold you for just a little longer, princess. Everyone else got to have you close.”

“I thought I was just messing around with flowers with Leo, Red?”

Raph barked out a laugh. “He made the mistake of leaving that little book out. We all know exactly what he was up to.” 

“Shh.” You poked his side. “Just because Leo prefers to be romantic doesn’t mean you should make fun of him.”

“You mean Fearless likes to beat around the bush.” He snipped, clutching you tighter for a moment before throwing you up in retaliation for poking him. 

You had one moment of weightless breathlessness before his arms caught you again, and you laughed to realize you hadn’t even had time to yelp. 

“I’d rather just come out n’ say it.” He groused, and you interlaced your hands, set them on his shoulders and gave a practiced simper. 

“Hm?” He hummed, when he clocked the movement. “Oh, did you want something from me?” His muscles tensed, and this time you had a second to balk before you were up in the air again. This time, he threw you higher, and you had enough time to yelp in fright before you were once more in his arms.

“Sides,” he continued, as if you weren’t red and flustered in his grip, “he ain’t the only one that’s romantic.” As if to back up this point, he stopped and dropped his snout into your personal space.

His snout touched your nose, and you went a little crosseyed as he rumbled, “you just gotta know how to get your girl going, that’s all.” 

Heat flared low, and you stuttered, not at all immune to the way he cooed at your silence.

“Hm, nothin’ to say? Thought you were lookin for something. But if not?” He gave an easy shrug to go along with his shit eating grin, and straightened back out.

You were left red faced, blinking repeatedly, before you visibly startled. Raph’s booming laugh echoed back from the walls when you pinched his arm and sulked.

“Alright, alright, c’mere.” He ducked back, and you squirmed, not buying it, so when he blew a raspberry on your cheek before kissing it you were prepared.

You were nearing the end of the tunnel when he spoke again. “You could beat around the bush a little less, too, ya know?” He gave you a side look from under his brow ridges, slightly goading.

“Oh?” You mirrored the look, knew you fell short compared to him. “You need a little more verbal confirmation, Raph?”

“I wouldn’t say no to a little more than verbal, princess.” He leered, and you openly rolled your eyes.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He acted like he would toss you again for the cheek, causing you to scramble and hold tighter, before he chuckled. The sound carried through his chest and settled against your bones, comforting.

“I do, you know.” You said when you neared the door again, and he looked down at you in question. “Love you.”

He smiled, a little bashful, but touched foreheads with you all the same. “I know.”

He whisked you back inside before you could comment, let you slide down out of his grip and pad into the main room on your own volition. “Alright, alright, so what have you guys been sneaking around with?”

Silence, and you turned, looking for the suddenly missing red banded turtle. “Raph?” You spun around, hands on your hips, looking. “Guys?”

A tinkle off to the side, that you pinged as Mikey stifling a chuckle, and you pursed your lips, rounded in a sway to head towards the noise.

“SURPRISE!”

You knew it was coming, but still had to clap your hands to your chest to hold your heart in place. Streamers popped, confetti billowed out, and you laughed to see them all wearing party hats, Mikey supporting a layered cake. They laughed at your reaction before spilling forward towards you.

Donnie took the cake from Mikey, holding it up high above your heads so the youngest could sweep you up in a hug. “Happy anniversary, babycakes!”

That was not the word you were expecting. “Anniversary?”

“Yeah,” Raph tapped Mikey in a silent ‘share the hugs’ message, and took his turn, pressing you up against his side before Leo could cut in. “The day we met, remember?”

You laughed, holding onto his side, but when he stiffened at the sound you went to Leo, curling up under his arm to hug him as well before explaining. “I remember. I was expecting something else.”

“What were you expecting?” Donnie asked, passing the cake to Mikey as he took his turn, and you hummed, trying to buy time.

“Well, uh,” you stepped back, grinning at their waiting faces, “its- kinda - it’s my birthday, ya know?”

It’s a good thing they were ninjas, because Leo’s quick reflexes were the only thing that saved the cake when Mikey’s arms went limp with shock.

“It’s your birthday?” Mikey whispered, sounding betrayed, and you gave them all a sheepish look.

“Yea, I don’t know how that didn’t ever come up.”

They all made various noises of annoyance at that, Raphael’s deepening into something more tee’d at the little grin and shrug of shoulders you gave them.

“Surprise?” You asked, holding up your hands, but your declaration was met with stony silence.

“We’re gonna need more food.” Donnie suddenly turned about face, phone already out.

“Wait- don’t.” You started, but you were back in Raph’s arms before you could protest, only able to watch them scurry off from your high vantage. “Annnnd- they’re gone.”

“Leo’s gone to get candles for the cake.” Raph stated. “Mikey, probably to grab the pizza he planned for later. Donnie, eh, who knows.” He shrugged, and started walking with you to the living room area.

“But I’m fine with just cake!” You laughed, exasperated.

“Well, we’re not. Jesus, sweetheart, you didn’t think to tell us it was your birthday?”

“I don’t know, I thought you guys knew?” You shrugged in his grip, craning over his shoulder and shell in an effort to see where the others had gone. “I kinda thought that’s what you guys were up to- I just wanted to not spoil all the hard work.”

When you turned back to him, Raph had a put upon expression, and you knew he was corralling his emotions. So you gave him your sweetest smile, the one that always got you out of trouble. It succeeded in pulling a huff of air from him, which was as close to a laugh as you’d get in that moment. 

He dumped you on the couch with a very pointed finger jab that conveyed ‘sit, stay’ and you held up your hands in a show of surrender, leaning back and settling in to do just what he wanted. He stalked off, turning dramatically halfway across the Lair as though to catch you in the act of leaving your assigned seat.

You waved cheekily, and blew a kiss which earned an eye roll.

Mikey returned first, balancing a box of pizzas and what suspiciously looked like easter themed candy. He set the bags down on the ginormous metal door turned coffee table that Donnie had welded legs to, and bopped off again. You watched him dig through the bookshelves of DVDs in search of something, until Donnie reappearing captured your focus. 

He had bags of take out, the cheery logo on the side proclaiming your favorite diner, and without thinking you made grabby hands towards the bag. He snorted, swatting away your reaching hands to set it on the table, sliding it out of your reach when you scooted forward to peek. 

Donnie set a long finger against the middle of your forehead, pressing you back in the seat with a fond, amused look at your grumblings. “Wait at least until everyone gets back.” 

You flopped back dramatically, already smelling your favorite smells wafting from the containers, but he only chuckled, slouching down to set his shell into the giant bean bag beside the couch. 

Leo brought back the cake, a pack of candles in his other hand, and he eyed you before opening the package and frowning at them. You snorted at his hesitance, gesturing for him to pas the package over before handing him back the correct amount. 

“Oh I see you’ve turned 21 a few times there, love.” Donnie quipped from his beanbag, and you reacted on instinct, snapping a pillow into his face with deadly precision. He took it to the snout, hands rising up too late to do anything other than clutch the projectile.

Leo huffed a laugh, raising a finger and straightening to intone in a falsely wizened voice, “a ninja never comments on a lady’s age.” 

“That’s a gentleman, Leo. Ninja’s are ‘don’t let the lady catch you in her bedroom’,” came Donnie’s muffled answer.

“Who’s catching who in the bedroom?” Mikey asked, setting a small stack of DVDs down on the rapidly disappearing table as he squeezed in next to you, stealing another hug before wedging his shell against the arm of the couch.

You leaned back against Mikey, letting him wrap a bulky arm around you and pull you closer. You both watched as Leo painstakingly added the little candles to the cake, before Mikey made a small, regretful noise next to your ear.

“Man, we couldn’t get you presents-”

“What makes you think this isn’t a present?” You asked, amused, reaching for his hand and giving it a squeeze. “I have all I’ll ever need, right in this room.”

“Mikey’d be a shitty present, he farts in his sleep.” Raph sassed, stepping into the living room area with what looked like his whole stash of soda and chocolate. 

“Hey!” Mikey protested, and when Raph went to sit on the couch next to you he lifted you up high, determined to keep you for himself. “Jokes on you now, you get no cuddles.”

“Oh, no, how will I ever-” he struck out, fast, belting the side of his closed fist against his brother’s plastron and catching you when Mikey let go reflexively with an oooofff and depositing you between them again. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Leo looked up from where he was finishing lighting candles, slid the cake over so it was right in front of you. “Alright, time to make a wish.”

“Can I wish for-”

Donnie made some rushed sound, cutting you off, and you all turned to him, confused for a beat before Mikey caught on. 

“Can’t tell us, babes, else it won’t come true.”

You rolled your eyes fondly, taking a moment to glance at each of them. Donnie had leaned forward, smooshed the bean bag down to create a faux back to balance on as he watched the sparkle of the little flames. You caught Raph sticking a finger out, stealing a bit of icing when he thought no one was paying attention and popping it into his mouth. Mikey had snuck his hand into yours again, fingers engulfing your own while smiling. Leo had leaned his elbows against the coffee table, opposite you, bright eyes trailing between your face and the cake.

You knew what your wish would be, and you leaned forward without hesitation, determined to extinguish every candle on the first try.

#tmnt fanfiction #bayverse tmnt fanfiction #leonardo tmnt #raphael tmnt #michelangelo tmnt #donatello tmnt #bayverse leo #bayverse raph #bayverse mikey #bayverse donnie #leonardo x reader #raphael x reader #michelangelo x reader #donatello x reader #turns out I'm bad at math and set in 2023 does not make the turtles 22-23 it makes them 24-25 #bayverse leonardo #bayverse raphael #bayverse michelangelo #bayverse donatello

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a reason to stay ~ sebastian vettel (sv5)

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pairing: sebastian vettel x fem!reader

song inspiration: reason to stay ~ brett young

summary: just a small drabble about sebastian not wanting the love of his life to get up and leave for work in the morning

words: 2.08K

a/n: this song is literally one of my all time fave songs, brett's genius lyrics can always reach very deep into my heart. i always wanted to write about the situation depicted in the song, and when i listened to it yesterday, i accidentally looked at one of the pictures i have of seb on my wall, and i just knew that it's got to be him i write this about. this song screams sebastian vettel for me. anyway, enjoy!

please, don't be a ghost reader, leave a comment or rb! any feedback is well appreciated!

Saturdays are Sebastian's favourite days since his retirement from Formula One. You may ask, why? It's simple. Those are the days when his wife finally doesn't have to go to work, those days he can have her all to himself. The whole damn day. And without any stupid housework coming up that she just needs to do, as it always is with Sundays.

It's not like he hasn't tried to convince her to stop working, at least for a while. Or okay, fine, just do part-time. He has enough money for them to lead a comfortable life for now. And then he – or they – will figure out the rest in time.

But she loves her job, so what can he really do? She doesn't want to stop, or even go part-time. She enjoys waking up early in the morning, sip her morning coffee while swiftly skimming through the news on her phone. She doesn't mind getting dressed and then leave for work – leaving him alone for the rest of the day, right up until she comes back in the late afternoon. It isn't nearly enough of her for him. He wants more time. He needs more.

But today isn't Saturday. Not yet. It's just a regular Friday, nothing else. One more day of suffering at home, by himself.

Sebastian softly groans to himself, trying to come up with a new idea to keep himself entertained. There are days when he just can't seem to find anything that he would enjoy doing. The days when his mind keeps on straying back to driving race cars, and almost regretting his choice to retire. But only almost. He knows it was the right decision at that very moment. He always wanted to leave the sport when he's still at the top, and who is he kidding? These past seasons he's never had a car capable to win the championship. And anyway, he wanted to spend more time with his wife finally. The only time they have for themselves, just the two of them, are the weekends, and when he was still racing, sometimes those very weekends have been taken away from them just the same. As his mind – mind you, still half asleep as he's just woken up – slowly spins with thoughts, his eyes stray to her sleeping form right next to him.

A beam of early morning sun is sneaking in through the crack in the curtain, casting a glowing, golden orange line on the pillow, leading straight to her face. She's facing him, thankfully, so the light doesn't shine right onto her closed eyelids, waking her up. She's told him so many times to be careful when closing the curtains in the evenings. It's just one of those tiny things she can not stand – waking up to the sun shining in her eyes. 'That's why there's a curtain there in the first place', he can hear the gently scolding tone of her voice in his ears still.

But as the sunlight creeps up onto her laying body, he can't help but notice how it looks just like a halo, as it makes her (y/h/c) strands glow beautifully. She looks like a real life angel – and it's only further proof to what he's already been suspecting. That she's been sent from heaven only to make his life brighter, lovelier, calmer, and in general, more perfect than he ever expected his life to ever be.

He concludes to himself that he just really likes waking up before her as it gives him the chance to watch her sleep looking so peaceful and trouble-less. It must be one of his all time favourite sights. He'll never admit it to her though, he knows well enough that she doesn't like it, when he's watching her sleep. Even when it's in the car on a long journey and they stop at a red light and he turns to find her sleeping soundly by his side. Even when it's in a hotel room that he arrived back late to from a meeting on a Saturday night of a race weekend back when he was still racing. She seems to think she looks ridiculous when sleeping, which eventually led to him having to try his best to keep all his photos of her sleeping a secret.

In the calm silence of the room he can hear all the tiniest of sounds coming from their surroundings – the birds already chirping their morning songs on the other side of the windows, the manual clocks ticking away the precious seconds. Sebastian glances at the clock as his mind registers the sound coming from it, and internally groans with a roll of his eyes as his eyes take in the time. Just five more minutes left before it goes off. He dreads that very moment. The harsh ringing of the alarm breaking the quiet and the peace, ruining everything, ruining these sweet moments he can enjoy without her knowledge.

Out of nowhere a new thought pops in his head. Maybe he could convince her to stay. He has very good ways to do just that. He can be very convincing if he wants to be, and he knows it.

She stirs in her sleep, and his eyes snap back to her face, just in case her eyes flutter open. He loves watching her wake up, even if it means that the dreaded moment came. But no, she just moves until her head rests on his shoulder and her arms over his waist, then lets out a tiny whimper – something that sounds vaguely like his name – and then continues sleeping just as calmly as she's been doing up until then. He got a few more precious minutes.

His hand softly moves to rest on her upper back, unconsciously twirling a strand of her silk-like hair around his fingers. His own eyes close lightly again, enjoying the gentle press of their heads together. If he could, he would stay like this forever.

But then the alarm clock actually goes off, making Sebastian think one or two swear words in his mind as his arm shoots out in the direction of the device to make it silent again, while shifting his head a bit to be able to see his lover better. Her fingers twitch, he can feel it on the skin of his waist, and then her eyes eventually open – just for a second, before they close again, only to repeat the same notion a few times in the following seconds. Her body fights against waking up.

A smile makes its way onto his face, just as her eyelids open for the last time, revealing those sparkling (y/e/c) orbs to him, the ones he could easily get lost in every time she flashes them at him. Her lips lazily curve similarly to his as she takes in the sight of him.

"Morning," her slightly raspy voice fills the air of their bedroom in a whisper.

"Good morning, angel."

"You been awake for long?" she tightens her arm around him for a second, making him press a peck on top of her head in return.

"No, just woke up at the alarm." Small white lies like this never hurt anyone – especially if it means he doesn't have to stop watching her sleep and take pictures of her while doing so.

Then her fingers leave his skin, and he can feel her start moving further from his body. His arm doesn't loosen though, not even a bit, trying to keep her where she's been. "I gotta make my coffee, Seb," she lets out a giggle, feeling his hold remain on her.

"No," comes his simple reply.

"What do you mean, no?" her giggle grows into a somewhat louder chuckle.

"If you have your coffee, you will just leave sooner."

"Darling, I'll have to leave sooner or later, and you know it."

"I don't want you to."

Her body shifts in his arms, resulting in two things. His arms tighten around her torso even more, and her face turns entirely towards him, to be able to gaze into his eyes deeply and comfortably.

"We've been through this, Sebastian, please," she smiles. "I have to go to work."

He pouts, eyes boring into hers with an unspoken plead.

"You're behaving like a baby again."

Her words are familiar to his ears, since not more than two mornings prior they had a conversation almost exactly the same as this one. With a sigh he lets the muscles in his face move back to their natural state, just watching her with adoring eyes. "Okay, I stop. In exchange, can I at least kiss you?

Attentive icy blue orbs snap down towards her lips just as she bites into the bottom one, the cheeky, flirty grin painted on all his features. She nods, and that's all it takes for the man to lean in, capturing her in a breathtaking kiss. He pours all his thoughts and emotions into the action, letting her feel it in the taste of his lips, in the small gasps of air leaving him, in the way his eyelashes brush against her cheek every once in a while.

He's determined.

He wants to make her get lost in the kiss like she did so many times before. To get so lost that she completely forgets where she is, what their previous conversation was about, and most importantly, what time of what day it was. He kisses her to make her think it's already Saturday.

At her still mumbled words, he admits defeat. His kisses didn't work. Not this time. With a sigh audible enough to make her feel just a tiny bit guilty, he lets his arms slacken around her and his upper body to fall down, his back reconnecting with the mattress along with the sound of a soft thud.

With the help of his arms, he presses her warm body tightly into his, entirely engulfing her in his embrace. This is all he ever wants to do.

"Seb," she mumbles against his lips after a few minutes pass by. He pretends not to hear her, just keeps on stealing the oxygen from her lungs, hoping that just these few more moments are going to be enough to get what he wants. "Seb." Her voice comes louder and more certain the second time, as she tenderly forces her hands in-between their upper bodies to apply pressure to his chest, trying to push him off of her. "I really do need to get up."

"Oh, come on, love, don't look so heartbroken. I'll be back at five," she reaches out to caress his cheek before moving her legs from where they were tangled with his all throughout the night. "It's not the end of the world."

"Maybe to you, it isn't," he grumbles, knowing just how childish he sounds right now.

She shakes her head with another giggle, cute and angelic as always, making his heart skip a beat, and all of a sudden he can't help himself, just got to steal another kiss from her lips. He crashes into her with such force that this time it's her back that thuds against the mattress, and a surprised gasp of air leaves her lungs, right into his mouth. She kisses him back with just the same passion still, getting over her surprise in a short moment.

Another few minutes pass in relative silence – only the sounds of their lips moving along each other can be heard.

"Sebastian, you can't make me late," her weak attempt comes once more not to his surprise.

"Says who?" he mumbles back without a skip, not moving the tiniest bit further away from her, instead just pressing his knee right into the space between her legs, technically sticking her to the mattress. Only when he can feel their position being secure is when he lets their lips disconnect, just to be able to properly look into her eyes with a mischievous glint. "I bet I can make what you just said a lie."

"Do you?" she raises an eyebrow, knowing full well that it's enough for him to feel challenged. And when he smells challenge, there's nothing that can stop him or make him back down.

Sebastian nods, his nose brushing against hers in the process. "I'll give you a reason to stay."

And maybe now, just this once, she can call in sick to work.

.::the end::.

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new perspectives / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader / part three

things are happening !!!! jupiter meets the gang !!! things are starting to line up but I just hope they can make it work...

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new perspectives / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader / part three

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prologue - one - two

word count: 4.4k

warnings: language, drinking, a smidge of jealousy, a very cheesy moment at the piano but I could not help myself

The days were passing by in a blur, a monotonous blend of the same thing day after day… You were fighting to stay focused but a few days of mild cases and routine patients had you double and triple checking each chart before entering a room to make sure you were keeping everybody straight. You were officially entering the lull period of your residency where attendings gave you a long leash and let you take the lead, and you were even getting out of work at a decent hour which allowed you to start up a workplace romance with the hospital's forensic pathologist. You’d met him in the bar a few weeks ago and he didn’t take offense to the fact that you didn’t call him by his name, which was Blake, but rather Dr. Death, and he simply thought it was cute when you said he was the reaper and forced him back down to the basement anytime he tried to visit you during the day for fear his energy would affect your patients and send them circling down the drain. At first you’d tried to find something wrong with him, like really truly searched for red flags but there just weren’t any. 

He was supportive and encouraging, definitely wasn’t hard on the eyes, and was endlessly understanding of your work schedule because he endured the same difficulties. You’d sneak out of the hospital late at night and go to that 24 hour diner a few blocks away where you would load up on fries and milkshakes, meet for lunch over soggy cafeteria pizza and surprise each other with a cup of coffee when you could. He waited until the third date to take you home and for some reason you’d hoped he would be terrible in bed because then at least you would have a reason to call the whole thing off but he wasn’t and all of your friends got along with him if they overlooked the fact that you were slumming it with a basement dweller… a fact that never went unchecked by either of you with the reminder that he did in fact go to medical school like the rest of you. 

He was good, and you were seemingly happy yet you couldn’t really figure out why you hadn’t told Jake about him… you’d been seeing each other for two months now (you wouldn’t go far as to say you were in a relationship yet) and it was something you had chosen to leave out of every facetime or phone call. It just never felt like the right moment, talking about your dating lives was really the only thing you two struggled with, it always felt awkward and in a way you felt like you were cheating on Jake. Logically you knew you weren’t, logically you knew (through Coyote) that he was a bit of a ladies man and made his rounds wherever he was stationed that month but it just wasn’t something you ever talked about. Which was why as you sat in the Chief of Surgery’s office early one morning you felt a pit develop in your stomach when he let you know you’d be headed to San Diego for the day.

“UCSD got your fellowship application and they were very impressed… I spoke with their Chief and they’re requesting you for the day, I reckon they’re about to woo you,” he chuckled. “You’ll take the hospital’s charter and return tomorrow evening, you leave in an hour,” he said and you just stared at him in shock.

“Woo me, sir?” you asked and he nodded.

“You’ll spend the day in their facilities, get the lay of the land and meet the Head of Trauma, they’ll likely let you scrub in on something cool… they’re putting you up in a nice hotel in Coronado on the beach and giving you tomorrow to explore the city, likely in hopes of you falling in love with the San Diego lifestyle,” he said and you were still looking at him skeptically. “This is the part where all of your hard work starts paying off, Jupiter. This isn’t going to be the first hospital that tries to get your attention but they’re certainly hoping to be the last,” he said.

“But sir, I have patients… I’m supposed to take Mrs. Murphy in for her-”

“You’ll still have patients when you get back, go… maybe have a little bit of fun,” he said with a smile and you nodded as you left his office. Having fun wasn’t something you really did often, your life existed within the walls of this hospital. For you, fun was cutting people open and maybe you could constitute what you were doing with Blake as fun but you really thought of it as more of a time filler.

And they’d done exactly what he said they would… you were given a tour of the hospital by an overly eager resident (who had a million questions for you about the clinical trial you’d worked on with your Head of Neuro during your second year) and you learned cutting edge trauma techniques during a GSW surgery that you’d only read about in medical journals all before they sent you packing while the sun was still out to get settled in your hotel and see everything San Diego had to offer you. Jake was still here, he’d returned from his mission a few weeks ago and there was talk about keeping him and all the other pilots that were recalled for the detachment here permanently as a squadron while teaching new recruits at Top Gun. You changed out of the scrubs you’d been wearing since Boston and showered, throwing on a sundress and sandals before walking out of your hotel and strolling along the beach… Following your phone's maps you knew you were only a few minutes away from the bar where Jake told you he spent most of his time nowadays and you dialed his contact, hoping he was around and not up in the air somewhere.

“Hey angel, perfect timing. I just got to the bar, man it was a crazy day at work today,” he said and you could hear the chatter in the background as he greeted Penny and ordered a beer.

“Yeah? Tell me all about it,” you said and you listened as he went on about a new recruit who reminded him a lot of himself but not in a good way, mentioning something about almost losing total control of his jet and taking Phoenix out and you shuddered as you imagined it, stopping right in front of the entrance and taking a deep breath. “Hey, what was the name of that bar you’re always at?” you asked, a soft smirk playing on your lips as you walked in and recognized the group of pilots around the pool table from the photos he sent you.

“The Hard Deck, why?” he asked as you made your way through while praying you weren’t in his line of sight and you saw him leaning against the bar with his back to you and you leaned against a beam a few feet away.

“Huh, that’s weird… I just walked into a bar called the Hard Deck, must be a coincidence,” you said, doing your best to sound nonchalant.

“The Hard Deck? In Boston? That doesn’t make any… are you fucking with me?” he asked and you stifled a laugh.

“I don’t think so? Yeah, there’s this red neon sign out front, a lot of coffee cups hanging from the ceiling which is an interesting design choice,” you said as you watched his head tilt upwards, “a lot of people in khaki. Actually… there’s this guy at the bar wearing the hell out of a khaki uniform that I think might be cute but I can’t really tell, he’s got his back to me… do you think I should make a move?” you asked and he turned around slowly as if he was in a horror movie expecting the killer to be right behind him and you were worried his face was going to split in half from how wide he smiled when he spotted you. He was crossing the distance in an instant, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off the ground as you giggled.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, squeezing you tight. 

“I was at UCSD for the day getting the star treatment,” you said a touch dramatically as you threw your hair over your shoulder. “Thought I’d surprise you.” 

“Well I am certainly surprised, what do you want to drink?” he asked and you shook your head.

“In a minute, I’m quite liking this surprising people thing…” you said, walking over to the pool table where Coyote was so thoroughly invested in the shot he was lining up he didn’t even notice you.

“What’s a girl gotta do to get a drink around here?” you sighed, leaning against the edge of the table and ignoring the confused looks from the other pilots… 

“Well, give me a moment here darling… I’d be happy to oblige once I win this game,” he replied and you chuckled at the suave voice he’d put on to try and impress you, still not realizing who you were. “Holy shit, Jupiter?” he said after he sank his shot and you laughed as he pulled you in for a hug. “What are you doing here?”

“Thought I’d come see what all this Top Gun nonsense was about,” you replied and he brought his hands up to cup your face and squish your cheeks.

“It’s been far too long, what are you drinking?” he asked, already halfway to the bar and you called out beer after him. 

“The Jupiter?” the dark haired woman you recognized as Phoenix said, sticking out her hand and introducing herself. “Those two talk about you so often I honestly thought you were a myth at this point.” 

“I’ve heard a lot about you too… thank you for keeping this one’s ego in check,” you said with a laugh as you gestured to Jake and he just rolled his eyes at you.

“Someone has to,” she muttered before going around and introducing you to everyone else and you smiled as they all eagerly hugged you, seemingly you were already a part of the family with how often Jake and Coyote mentioned you. “Rooster’s around here somewhere, you’ll meet him eventually.” 

“Okay, tell me all about UCSD,” Jake said, directing you to a chair and you filled him in on all the details… maybe leaving out a few about the surgery at first but Bob had appeared out of nowhere and expressed an interest in the gory details which you were happy to share, and Jake took that opportunity to excuse himself when Coyote brought you your drink and challenged him to a round of pool. His friends were great, they asked a lot of questions and hung onto your every word when you answered and they were thrilled to tell you all about their lives as pilots.

“This could be good for you two,” Phoenix said when the two of you found yourselves alone standing by the window overlooking the beach, “did Hangman tell you we might be getting permanent stations?”

“He mentioned it, but definitely downplayed it,” you answered and she nodded.

“It’s looking more like a serious possibility now,” she said and your eyes brightened, “this is the best squad I’ve ever been a part of… if you overlook half of what Hangman says,” she said and you chuckled. “Turns out the bigwigs feel the same and want us to instruct at Top Gun permanently in between deployments.” You tried to temper your excitement.

“I’m sure you’re all loving that idea… might be nice to officially call someplace home,” you mused.

“We’re all excited… besides, the last mission really bonded us, I don’t know if I could just go back to my old squad after that.”

“He didn’t tell me much, assumed he couldn’t, but from what I hear it looked like a few of you weren’t going to make it back for a minute?” 

She nodded, “Rooster and Maverick, Hangman is actually the one who went after them and saved them,” she said and you turned to look at her with wide eyes. “Disobeyed orders too, surprised the hell out of all of us. He’s a jackass but if you ignore all the bravado he’s kind of a good guy,” she said, “but don’t tell him I said that.”

“Your secrets safe with me,” you chuckled before excusing yourself to grab another drink. You knew from Coyote that Jake had a bit of a rough exterior when it came to work and was often off putting to a lot of other pilots and you were happy to see that he was finding a place here, dropping some of the ego and making real connections. You met Penny who gave you your next round on the house despite how you tried to protest and just as you were about to rejoin the group you came face-to-face with a tall redhead who had an annoyed expression on her face.

“You’re Jupiter?” she asked and when you nodded tentatively you could have sworn she scoffed. “Look, I’m just going to be blunt… Do I need to be worried about you and Hangman?” she asked and you were truthfully stunned and glanced at Penny who gave you a look that seemed to say tread lightly. 

“I’m sorry, you are?” you asked.

“Hannah, he and I are kinda…” she trailed off and you nodded in understanding. You looked her over once more and felt your heart twist as you did, if you looked past her somewhat aggressive disposition she was absolutely stunning. 

“Got it, no you have nothing to worry about… just childhood friends, I’m actually seeing someone back home,” you offered, hoping it would appease her and it seemed to because she disappeared back to her friends and you shook your head in disbelief, tossing back the tequila and smiling at Penny who was already pouring you another. “Thank you,” you said.

“No problem… that happens all the time, there’s always some kind of turf war happening in this bar over the pilots… especially Hangman,” she said and you nodded softly as she went to serve other customers. This shouldn’t hurt, you knew this already but it didn’t do anything to ease the sting or stop the nauseous feeling that took hold in your stomach.

“You’re seeing someone?” You heard Jake ask from behind you and you turned to meet his eyes, letting out a sigh as you did so.

“Kind of? It’s not serious,” you shrugged and really it wasn’t a lie… you weren’t exclusive with Blake, you knew he might want to get there eventually but you weren’t yet. “Didn’t know you were seeing someone,” you added.

“Kind of… it’s not serious,” he repeated your words and you nodded, taking your next shot and looking over to Coyote.

“Your pool partner is beckoning you,” you said and he looked you over, trying to decipher if you were mad or not but he couldn’t tell and honestly neither could you. You had no room to be jealous, you were doing the exact same thing he was. Maybe you were jealous that he wasn’t confronted with it, Blake was just an idea all the way across the country while Hannah was just a few yards away shooting daggers in your direction… you nodded encouragingly, silently telling him to go back to his pool game and you watched as he did so as you leaned against the bar. 

The rest of the group was smiling and laughing, playing darts or engaged in conversation and you thought about how easy it would be if you could just slip in here… you knew you still had to entertain the offers from other hospitals but choosing San Diego just seemed natural and obvious. Your ears perked up as you heard the jukebox suddenly cut out and the sounds of someone tinkering with the keys of the piano and you followed the noise to the end of the bar where you saw a man with a questionable mustache and a rather loud Hawaiian shirt sitting. “You must be Rooster,” you observed and he looked up at you slightly.

“You must be Jupiter,” he shot back, “the girl who has captured everyone’s attention tonight,” he said as you smiled and leaned against the piano.

“I have a tendency to do that,” you chuckled, listening as he switched gears and you recognized the opening notes of Drops of Jupiter, and you let out a loud laugh. “Oh, don’t do it...” you said, trailing off and he just smirked at you, one that you were sure had reeled in a lot of girls before, and it even would have worked on you if you didn’t have Jake to worry about on the other side of the bar.

“Now that she’s back in the atmosphere with drops of Jupiter in her hair,” he started singing and you couldn’t keep the smile off your face as he looked up at you with mischief in his eyes, nudging your leg with his and encouraging you to join in but you just shook your head. “Come on, don’t leave me hanging,” he said before starting the chorus and you begrudgingly sang along with him, maybe a little out of key but it didn’t seem to matter. The rest of the bar had started to move towards the piano and you had an inkling that this was a regular occurrence in this bar. Rooster seemed to have this natural pull to him, almost like gravity as your new friends circled around you and joined in.

But tell me, did you sail across the sun? Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded, and that heaven is overrated? And tell me, did you fall for a shooting star? One without a permanent scar and did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

Across the bar Jake was watching you with an unreadable expression on his face as you danced and sang with his friends, and while you were lost in the moment as you lead the bar in song with Rooster he was abandoning his conversation with Hannah mid-sentence and walking towards you on no accord of his own… you had your own gravitational pull, and when you met his eyes he felt like nothing else in the world truly mattered. Not when you looked that beautiful, not when you and Rooster had the whole bar eating out of the palms of your hands. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, and you couldn’t take your eyes off him as he leaned against a beam and smiled that classically Jake smile at you. When you looked away it was to laugh with Phoenix as Rooster really played up the moment and put his whole heart and soul into it and you thought to yourself that this was what you wanted.

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken? Your best friend always sticking up for you, even when I know you’re wrong? Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance, five hour phone conversation, the best soy latte that you ever had and me?

These were the moments that you were missing… and it wasn’t because you didn’t have the time back home, you could make it if you wanted to. It was because you never felt like you could truly let go of yourself until Jake was around, you didn’t know how to relinquish control and go with the flow unless you were in his orbit, knowing that he was watching over you and these were the moments you craved. You wanted more nights in this bar, with these friends and with those green eyes watching you.

But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet? Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day, and head back toward the Milky Way? And tell me, did you sail across the sun? Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded, and that heaven is overrated? And tell me, did you fall for a shooting star? One without a permanent scar and then you miss me while you were looking for yourself?

The bar was trying to stay in time with Rooster as he ad-libbed the ending but truthfully it was just chaos as you danced with Phoenix and laughed with Coyote as somewhere Bob was recording the whole thing. You wrapped your arms around Rooster’s shoulders as he finished and placed a kiss to his cheek, “thank you,” you whispered into his ear and he nodded after giving your arm a squeeze. You lifted your head to see Jake still looking at you and you made your way through the throng of people, giving him a look that said are you coming? as you slipped out the doors. You kicked your shoes off and set them beside one of the picnic benches before walking out into the sand and you heard the bar doors open and shut behind you… you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked and you chuckled.

“I didn’t fly all the way across the country to not get my feet wet,” you answered, turning around to face him as you continued walking backwards. “Gonna join me?” you asked before running towards the water and he just watched for a moment.

“Ah, hell,” he muttered, pulling his boots off and abandoning them in the sand as he rolled his khakis up as high as they would go and chased after you. The water was biting on your ankles and you laughed as Jake caught up and wrapped your arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground.

Inside the bar the jukebox had been turned back on and the group had gone back to their usual spots before catching a glimpse of the two of you out there splashing around in the water and laughing under the moonlight and soon they were crowded around the window to watch.

“You mean to tell me that’s Hangman out there?” Payback asked in disbelief.

“Can you blame him?” Rooster asked, “if she wasn’t the Jupiter I’d be doing anything I could to get her to look at me like that,” he said, overlooking you beam up at Jake.

“The real question here is how are they not together?” Phoenix asked and Coyote shrugged.

“They were a long time ago… They broke up before college because they knew it was going to be impossible to stay together.”

“What a load of shit, they are so in love,” she replied with a faux-gag and Hannah scoffed behind them, coming to see what they were all looking at.

“I knew it,” she muttered and Phoenix shot her a glare.

“Just go home already,” she said exasperatedly and the boys all stifled their laughter.

“Oh come on, you guys are shameless,” Bob said as he returned from the bathroom. “Let them have their moment.” 

“I’m sorry about Hannah,” Jake said as you settled in the sand and you just shrugged.

“It’s okay… I’m sorry about Blake,” you replied and he shook his head.

“I want you to be happy.”

“I want you to be happy, too,” you said, turning your head to face him.

“Are you?” he asked and you pondered this for a moment. 

“I don’t know… I’m happy right now,” you offered and he nodded. “I really like it here… and you might be stationed here permanently?” 

He sighed, “maybe… I don’t want you making any career decisions on my behalf,” he said and you looked back to the water.

“I know.” It fell silent between you two as you both watched the waves. You really were happy right now, you’d known the other pilots officially for a handful of hours but you felt like you were better friends with them than Holly or anyone else back in Boston… you’d come out of your shell and you felt like you were at home. You knew he was going to encourage you to at least hear out any other offers from other hospitals, and you knew that you should but you just didn’t want to. Even if Hannah was someone permanent and even if you didn’t really know where the two of you stood you wanted to be here. “Would it be such a bad thing if I did choose San Diego because of you?” you finally asked.

“I don’t know… I just don’t want you missing out on other opportunities,” he answered.

“They made me a really good offer,” you said, turning to look at him and he raised his eyebrows questioningly. “The salary is way above a standard fellows, they basically greenlit my rural health initiative, and offered to cover my relocation costs, a mortgage allowance and to absorb all of my loans,” you said and his eyes widened. “Even if I consider other hospitals all they’ll be able to do is try and match that, and it’s a really good hospital… you being here is just kind of the final thing that makes it perfect.”

“If you took me out of the equation and another hospital offered you the same, would you take it?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know. San Diego was my number one before I even knew you might be here permanently.” 

He nodded, “don’t get me wrong, I want nothing more than for you to be here but I just want you to consider all of your options.”

“I know,” you said, refocusing on the water. “But I just don’t think making a decision because of you would be a bad thing.”

“I didn’t say-”

“You kind of did.” you cut him off, “and I get it… I wouldn’t want you doing the same for me but… Hannah? That sucked, and I know it didn’t feel good hearing me say I was seeing someone,” you said. “I just… I’m tired, Jake. I had more fun tonight than I’ve probably ever had, I can see myself living here and I just don’t want to have to justify that to you because you think I should keep my options open.” 

“I’m sorry,” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and you leaned into him. 

“Everything has been hard… the last ten years of my life have just been hard and I’m finally in a position where I can do something that would make everything so much easier so if that’s what I decide to do just… let me, okay?” 

“Okay,” he said, holding you tight as you let your eyes drift closed. “I’m really proud of you, Jupiter.”

“I know…” you said, twisting your neck to look up at him. “I’m really proud of you too...”

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[souperbloom]

hey, i had an idea for a fic where reader is part of the band and is dating ashton. she originally wrote 'english love affair' and it gets chosen on the dice while on tour, and ash gets jealous about her performing it coz she wrote it about someone else so he gets moody - mostly angsty, but kinda smutty towards the end?

the face i made when i first read this, omg. friend, you are a GENUIS. YES.

enjoy, you little genius. <3

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my english love affair [A.I.]

🎲 boyfriend!ash x bandmate!reader

after rolling the dice and performing a song about a girl you used to see, Ashton gets jealous over the fact that he’s not the one you’re singing about.

a/n: the boys have nicknamed you ‘peanut’. no reason, just thought it was cute and have been dying to use it :3

CONTENT WARNINGS: angst, tension, angry Ash, ref. to past hookups, strong language, ref. to weed, teasing (sexually & literally).

WORDCOUNT: ~3.9k

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"Thank you, London! Goodnight!"

You watch with wide eyes as your frontman, Luke, blows kisses into the arena, at fans that had been reaching out to the stage since the moment the curtain fell.

A rush of adrenaline washes over you, faced with yet another insanely energetic crowd that had poured nothing less than their hearts out to you.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," You mouth out to them, your hands clasped over your chest in pure adoration.

Above all the screaming, a thunderous drum rollout plays you off; the familiar, rhythmic tapping sounding off like sirens in your head.

It extends for a few minutes longer than normal, as your bandmates throw gifts into the crowd.

You can’t help but look behind you at the drum kit, something you always find yourself doing no matter when or why. For your lover is the one behind those tubs; the one providing you with one of the most wicked bow outs of the century.

Your eyes quickly find the flurry of sweaty curls and drumsticks, anticipating his cymbal crashes as you’d learned them like the back of your hand.

As he destroys the final beats, his eyes glance up to you; a frantic, rage-fueled expression adorning his face with the final cracks at his cymbals.

The crowd grows louder, catching your attention— you take your eyes off of him for a moment, as the rest of the boys start to huddle around you.

"You fuckin’ killed it tonight, Peanut." A broad hand grips your shoulder, Michael ducking down to whisper in your ear beyond your ear piece.

"You too, Mikey."

Another hand wraps your back, Luke coming up to your side to give you a gentle squeeze.

As moments pass by, you and the rest of your bandmates get in order for the final bow. With Michael on your right and Luke on your left, you lean forward to watch Calum join the line.

Your brows then furrow when you notice a certain somebody taking a few extra minutes to toss his drumsticks into the crowd.

"What’s up with him?" Luke leans into the side of your face, gesturing towards your boyfriend with his eyes.

All you could do is shrug, before plastering a smile on your face and speaking through your teeth.

"Who the fuck knows."

Ashton seemed off, to say the least. You weren’t quite sure where his head was at since the second Luke sent that damn dice into the crowd. But the most you could do in this moment was grin, filled with overwhelming happiness at the reception of this incredible crowd.

"He’s coming," Luke mumbles, before switching whatever monotone face he had on into a smile.

"Finally."

You watch as Ashton joins the line, trying to sneak a glance at him over Luke and Calum’s bodies.

But he doesn’t even look up. His lips were painted into a straight line as Calum bends down to initiate your bow out.

You thought to yourself, as your bodies bent down to face the floor:

Whatever the fuck’s gotten into him better have a damn good explanation.

After the final bow to close another sold out show, you and the rest of the boys had made your way offstage.

Being the only girl in the band had its perks— you got your very own dressing room 90% of the time, one decked out with all of your favorite fixings and beverages.

But the best perk of all, was that the afterparties always happened in the boys’ room.

"What a fuckin’ show!" Calum pumps his fist triumphantly, as he is the first to lead you all into the room. He jumps up, smacking the top of the doorframe with his palms and letting out a hoot.

The rest of you funnel in, filled to the brim with adrenaline and post-show excitement.

"God, I know— The energy… fuckin’ electric, man…" Michael still seems in awe of it all, with unkempt pink locks that had been disturbed by him tossing off snapback.

"I feel like I could run a goddamn mile," Luke blurts, jogging in place.

You and Ashton are the last two to enter the room, Ashton still having barely spoken a word to you, or anyone else, since in your fifteen minutes of being off stage.

"You guys want anything to drink?" Calum asks, while Michael and Luke make their way to the couch.

"I’ll take a coke," you shrug, trying to ignore the elephant in the room that just so happens to be your brooding boyfriend.

"Really, Peanut? After a show like that, you’re settling for a can of coke? How about we put some Jack in that bitch and call it even?" Michael looks at you with teasing eyes as you wait for Ashton to find his seat.

Post-show parties and conversations were a ritual for you as a band— each of you needing your own times in the spotlight to debrief, and let off steam.

These gatherings you shared were like a perfectly thought-out routine. Mike and Luke sit down on their couch, Cal grabs the refreshments, and you make your way to your assigned seat on Ashton’s lap. Sometimes, Ashton would roll up a spliff for the four of you to share, especially if the show was one like tonight’s.

But Ashton lingering on his phone in the doorframe was never part of this routine. You didn’t like it one bit.

Michael, Calum, and Luke begin to talk amongst themselves, leaving you standing and watching your beau with worried eyes. His knuckles were practically going white as he anxiously ticked, mindlessly clawing at the pocket of his dress pants.

A snapping sound grabs your attention from across the room.

"Hey, lovebirds— the fuck’s up with you guys?" Luke quizzes, his brow quirked as Calum hands him a can of spiked seltzer.

You shake your head, "Fuck if I know."

Your words make Ashton’s head snap up from his phone; sending a bothered glance in your direction. But you just ignore it. You didn’t want to risk ruining a perfect night over some trivial bullshit.

"Well? Gonna’ take a seat, Ash? That chair’s got you and Y/N’s names all over it."

You stifle a giggle at Michael’s reference to you and Ashton’s routine, your eyes bouncing back and forth between your pink haired friend and your unamused boyfriend.

"C’mon baby, sit down," you coo, walking over to the brown leather arm chair that has been deemed your throne, "Let off some steam."

Ashton lets out a huff, causing the general chatter of the room to grow quiet. The rest of you watch in solace as Ashton shoves his phone in pocket, and walks towards you.

He brushes past your shoulder coldly, before sitting down with a loud sigh.

"Dude. What’s going on with you?— Lighten the hell up."

Calum’s jab only earns a nasty look from Ashton, but you just remain still, standing above him while he leans back comfortably in his arm chair.

There’s an awkward silence surrounding you all, before Ashton’s fingers start rhythmically tapping on his thigh.

"Well? I’m sitting," he says dryly, the first words he’d spoken in a while, "Happy now?"

Luke and Michael toss each other a look, before Calum walks over to you with your drink.

"I’d be happier if you put a smile on that face," Calum says, leaning down to be parallel with Ashton’s steely expression. You try your hardest to remain stern, putting your poker face on lockdown.

As much as you hated to see your boyfriend so solemn and serious, you found it a bit amusing.

Ashton was one of the least serious people you had ever come across, which is one of the reasons why you worked so well as a couple.

He’d tell jokes, you’d laugh, then fire one right back at him. It was just one of those indescribable instances that made the two of you perfect for each other.

But seeing him so stone-cold, so inexpressible, you were sure it was some sort of joke.

You test your luck, shuffling between his legs and fluttering down into his lap. Usually, his hands would instantly grab ahold of your waist, before chatting up a storm. But instead of that, his hands completely dodged your body, folding them into his lap with his elbow resting on your thigh.

"Should I play music? Not gonna lie, I fuckin’ hate the vibes in this room right now…" Michael breaks the tense, ongoing silence.

"Oooh, can you play some Zeppelin?" Luke requests.

"Queue up some ‘Sabbath while you’re at it," says Calum.

As the other boys bicker about what songs to play, you’re left staring down at your lover. His blank expression had yet to dwindle, and you were certain that if you had stood in front of him, he’d be able to shoot daggers into your back with his stare alone.

"What’s the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue?" You ask the question quietly, ducking down into his ear. Your hand travels up to toy with the baby curls that sat at the nape of his neck, which he normally goes crazy for.

But even with you asking, he didn’t move a muscle.

"Okay," you shrug, helpless, "fine. Don’t say anything then."

A pinprick tugs at your heartstrings upon Ashton’s refusal to speak. But you try to push that worrisome feeling down with the rest of your intrusive thoughts, hoping to focus solely on having a good time.

Dazed and Confused by Led Zeppelin starts to roll through the speakers behind the ambiance of conversation, with Calum and Luke now aiming the discussion towards the show.

"Can we just talk about how Luke’s fly was down the entire time? Like, from curtain fall—"

"Fuck you mate," Luke defends, the heated little argument grabbing your attention, "I swear I pulled it up! Must’ve fallen down— ‘er something…"

"It’s true, I saw him do it," You interject, raising your drink in the air.

"Okay, but how did it manage to fall down by the second song of the set? That’s gotta be a record or something… is anybody keeping track?"

Michael practically spits out his drink at Calum’s observation.

"Oh, ha ha, veeery funny. Let’s all laugh at the amount of times Luke has gone out on stage with his fly down… I swear, it’s like Peanut is the only one who actually gives a shit about me." Luke leans back into the couch, looking down at his fly before taking a sip of his own drink.

"Speakin’ of Peanut… dude, what the actual fuck was that?!" Michael shoots up from his seat excitedly, his eyes going glossy at you.

"What was what?" you ask.

"English Love Affair? You haven’t performed it in a while. Not like the way you did tonight, at least. How’d it fuckin’ feel?"

"Singin’ about your mistress in her hometown must’ve been a real culture shock, huh." Calum mumbles.

You can’t help but laugh, "It wasn’t that extraordinary… But, I’ll admit, it’s a damn good song. I did write it for that reason—"

"Don’t be so humble, Y/N." Luke jokes.

As you and the rest of the band go back and forth, you notice Ashton’s leg out of the corner of your eye. It had started feverishly bobbing up and down, with him still not speaking a word throughout this entire conversation.

"The crowd was eating it up, too— you were like a fuckin’ machine out there."

Your cheeks flush pink at Michael’s compliment, "You don’t mean that."

"Oh, but I do. God, I can’t even describe it… When you sing that song it’s like you get possessed ‘er some shit."

Calum snorts, "Yeah, possessed by some good pussy."

That comment seemed to be the straw that broke the camel’s back, for Ashton is suddenly shooting upward in his seat, sending you flying with him.

Your head whips to face him, his cheeks glowing red hot. He only utters four words, before guiding you off of his lap and standing up himself.

"I need a fuckin’ smoke."

The lot of you watch in shock as Ashton angrily barrels out of the room, slamming open the door and making it hit the wall with a loud crash. You all jump, before passing each other confused, worried glances.

"What— what the fuck was that?"

You let out an angry huff, pinching the bridge of your nose between your fingers. Luke only chuckles, before tossing his hands in the air.

"Well, Y/N— looks like it’s time for you to do your thing. Go tame that raging bull."

Your eyes land at least once on all of the boys, each of them giving you a ‘you probably should go out there and get him’ type of look.

"Why does it always have to be me?" You sigh, but Michael sucks his teeth.

"I think you already know the answer to that one, Peanut."

After the boys had shooed you out of the dressing room, you set off down the halls to look for Ashton. You checked every corner, every bathroom, every area with a chair to sit and ponder in; but the angry mess of a dirty blonde mullet and dress pants was nowhere to be found.

You contemplated giving up after circling the same hallway for a third time, your legs feeling like wet noodles as you trudged along the dimly lit corridors—

But you then felt your shoulders relax when you noticed a rock propping open the outside door.

"Ashton?" You call out, pushing the steel-clad door just enough for you to pop your head outside.

And sure enough, there he was.

"Ash," you say again, a bit louder this time, stepping over the rock timidly and snaking your way through the gap.

He was leaned against a lamppost that lit up the parking lot, with tense shoulders and his brow furrowed. He stared off into the abyss, taking a pull from his joint.

You felt as though you were walking on eggshells, trying your hardest not to go into panic mode and start screaming your own head off.

Or, apologizing profusely for something that you may or may not have done.

"Baby?" you try your hand at sweetly grabbing his attention, one last time.

"What?"

"Are you alright?"

"I’m fine."

He ashes his joint, before taking another pull, the veins in his neck practically popping through his skin. You take a step closer, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Are you sure?"

He blows out smoke through the side of his lips, "Yes."

"Don’t lie to me. You’ve been acting like such a brat all night," You warn him, finding the stern, coldness in your voice, similar to the one he’s been firing off at you and the guys since he stepped off stage.

There’s a brief moment of tension in the air, lingering lowly above your head. You hold your breath for a moment, before Ashton is tapping his joint with his eyes glued to his shoes.

He hadn’t looked up at you. At least, not yet.

"If you don’t want me acting like a brat, then don’t call me a fucking liar." He mumbles to the ground, an angry baritone rumbling through his voice.

"I didn’t call you a liar. I just said, don’t lie…" you drop your hands to your side, taking another step towards him.

"…Now tell me what’s wrong with you before I smack that joint right out of your fuckin’ hand."

Your threat brings Ashton to lock eyes with you. You’re finally able to get a good look at the angry crimson hue that surrounded him; with shaky pupils and a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead.

"You really wanna know what’s wrong with me, Peanut?" He mocks the endearing nickname like poison rolling off of his tongue.

"Well, I—" You stutter, taken aback by his serious tone. He then chuckles dryly, lifting the joint and resting his hand on his chin.

"You really have no idea, do you?"

"Obviously not, asshole." You hated to sound so brash, but you were still residually upset by his ignorance.

He takes a moment to collect his thoughts. Only to say the stupidest thing you had ever heard in your life.

"You think I enjoyed watching you parade around onstage tonight— all smiley and giggly— singing about some girl you fucked one time? A time so memorable that you went off and wrote a goddamn rock ballad about?!"

Your eyes widen in dismay.

The rumors were true, you thought, Ashton had finally lost it.

"Oh my god— you’re joking… You’re joking, aren’t you?" Your face melts into pure, sadistic amusement. But Ashton’s face hadn’t faltered.

"Do I look like I’m joking?" He ask the question seriously.

"You cannot be serious, Ash. You’re telling me that you’ve been moping around all night because of a fucking song I wrote eight years ago?! Meanwhile you were the one who suggested putting it on the fuckin’ dice!"

He finally finishes his joint, flicking the roach to the ground and stomping it out with the toe of his boot.

"If I had known you’d perform it like she was actually there on that stage fucking you, I probably wouldn’t have suggested it at all."

A shaky chuckle flies past your lips. "God, you are such a baby! I cannot believe that you’d stomp around and make such a fuss over this! You’re really serious right now, Ash? Like, really?"

"As serious as a goddamn heart attack, Y/N."

The only emotion you could process at the moment was anger. You were completely baffled by his behavior, unable to muster up even a sentence that would aid in your argument.

"…What’s mine is mine, baby. It’s as simple as that. Can’t blame me for gettin’ a little jealous sometimes." His tone of voice had softened, significantly.

Knowing him well enough by now, after almost four years together, you had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to hold a grudge.

And, of course, you were right. As always.

"Ash, it’s been eight years. You’re gonna have to get over it eventually."

"Well— what if I don’t want to get over it?" He blurts, still stern.

Before you reply, you step even closer to him. Close enough to feel the sizzling hot anger radiating off of the both of your bodies and creating a spark between them.

You hated when he was angry. He hated when you were angry.

But something about that anger made your stomach twist in knots. In the best possible way.

You decided to test your luck. To push his buttons. Get under his skin, a bit.

"Then I’d say you’re being a brat. A whiny, fucking brat."

Ashton chuckles, rather dryly, before lifting himself from his slouched position resting on the lamppost. He towers over you, straightening his posture to show off his much larger frame.

"Takes one to know one, sweetheart."

You could sense the obvious switch in dynamic of this situation. Now clouded with sexual frustration, as opposed to just the regular kind of frustration.

You cross your arms over your chest, swallowing back the newly formed lump in your throat. "You don’t scare me, y’know."

All he does is shrug.

"Don’t think I need to scare ya’ to make you scream. Thought we’ve been over this."

That comment only riled you up more, but you tried to hide it beneath a playful glare, "Is that a threat, Ashton?"

"No no no, baby— not at all…"

He shakes his head, slight sarcasm falling over his tone before he’s snaking his arms around your waist, digging the tips of his fingers into your back.

"…It’s a fuckin’ promise."

The speed in which his lips found yours seemed almost impossible. From the way he had gone from blatantly ignoring your existence, to feeling you up like you were the last thing he’d ever touch.

"You’re mine. Y’know that, right?" He presses you against his torso, clasping his broad hands at the small of your back.

"Mmmmhmm," You sigh into his kiss, as he roughly sinks his teeth into your bottom lip.

He then takes one of your thighs in a handful, lifting it up to rest it gently on his hip.

In the midst of the commotion, you realize that you were still dressed completely in your stage clothes. Clad in an oversized, striped sweater that was stolen right from Michael’s closet, and a short black tennis skirt.

You were fully aware of just how short your skirt was. And to be totally honest with yourself, you loved wearing it.

You loved the way it floated around you as you danced, the way it complimented your platform boots and knee high socks…

But you also loved the absolute chokehold it had on your boyfriend.

You catch your breath as Ashton pulls away from your heated kiss; only for a moment. To admire you, as his hand slowly snakes its’ way up your skirt to grip your bare asscheek.

"This ass," he grunts, digging his fingers into your flesh, "is mine."

"Mhm." You nod again. Affirmative. Your bottom lip was still trapped between your teeth with helpless, puppy dog eyes.

"This face?" He removes his other hand from your back to cup your cheek, "This gorgeous gorgeous face? Is mine. All fuckin’ mine. Ya’ hear me?"

You nod at him, trying to ignore his hand creeping towards the hemline of your panties.

"Need ‘ya to use those words, beautiful. Like the ones you used to write your song, yeah?"

One thing about Ashton was that he never failed to piss you off— but he was also damn good at turning you on.

"…Wanna hear one last bit of your poetry before the only word you’re able to say is my fuckin’ name."

"Ash—" You go to speak, but your mouth clamps shut as he traces your inner thigh with his fingertips.

"Go ahead, Y/N, tell me. Tell me who’s really ‘all you ever think about.’"

His head dips down to your neck to leave a trail of wet kisses, all the way to the base of your collarbone. Your hand finds his hair, tugging at the roots gently with each gentle kiss.

"You. You’re all I ever think about… All I’ve ever wanted—"

Your breath hitches as his teeth bite into your skin, his hand finding its way back to the outside of your thigh to anchor your body against him.

"—All I’ve ever needed."

In a swift motion, Ashton is dropping your leg from his hip, bringing you to teeter on your shaky legs and look at him with desperate eyes.

His head pops up from your neck, pupils wavering and twinkling with lust.

And suddenly, your mind is clouded. All of the things you’ve ever needed in a person was right at your fingertips. Any syllable of a song lyric, any chorus of every single song you’ve ever written.

It was him.

"You wanna’ write songs about getting fucked ‘till you can’t speak, sweetheart?"

At this point, you were too needy to care about whatever words flew past your lips. "Yes, Ashton. Please—"

His eyes darken, a sultry smile climbing across his cheeks for the first time all night.

"Allow me to provide you with some inspiration, then."

In a second, he’s lifting you up by the back of your legs, tossing your body effortlessly over his shoulder. You let out a laugh, slapping his back, his arms, anything you could get your hands on.

"Hey! What the fuck—"

Your ass is fully exposed to the parking lot around you, as Ashton begins to walk. You couldn’t see much, but the most you knew was the direction of your shared tour bus.

He leans his head over to you, whispering a little something in your ear that sent chills down your spine.

"You wanna make music with me, baby? I’ll give you somethin’ to fuckin’ write about…"

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[spade-riddles]

Okay this might be a little of a longer ask but bear with me cause I haven’t seen anyone talk about this so far.

Midnights might not seem at first listen or even after several listens as a coming out album, but it actually is. It’s one step outside of the closet.

Midnights surprisingly has BARELY any male pronouns in all of Taylor’s true romantic songs. On the contrary, all the male pronouns are included in a derogatory and humiliating way. All the men mentioned in this album are all put under a very dark and negative light. Let’s go over the tracks.

Lavender Haze = A song that is 50% about bearding and 50% about hating the marriage rumors, which paint Toe in a negative light and put him in a bad position. She broadcasted her refusal of his proposal, basically.

Maroon = No male pronouns AT ALL. All “yous. A bonus: no man has scarlet lips.

Anti-Hero = All “yous” so far.

Snow on the Beach = The most pure and romantic love song on the album; has absolutely no “hes”.

You’re on Your Own Kid = A song that has a lot of “coming to terms with your sexuality” hints. Also the “hes” are painted in a negative light; how she never found comfort in or with men, not in romance or work.

Midnight Rain = A song about literally not wanting to marry a guy, lmao. I see this song as a way of telling the world that she refused to suppress who she is.

Question = A song that Taylor made in a very ambiguous way to not make it clear whether she is singing about a guy or a girl. Also the men in the song painted in a negative light. “Sad boy” and “dickhead” guy. Yet there are a lot of “hers” and it isn’t in any negative way.

Vigilante Shit = Do I have to explain anything? Lmao

Bejeweled = Also, do I really have to explain this one?

Labyrinth = NO male pronouns. Yet, the “yous” continue.

Karma = Hating men continues 😂 and the whole “Karma is my boyfriend” is a metaphorical phrase, but also who doesn’t call their girlfriend sometimes “boyfriend”?

Sweet Nothing = NO male pronouns, still. One of the sweetest and most romantic songs on the album. All “yous” baby.

Mastermind = SAME THING.

The Great War = No. Male. Pronouns. Ha.

Paris = Still going with the YOUs. Also the lyrics of this song 😏

Glitch = We still going. No male pronouns. Also “dudes who give NOTHING”. Can we be more obvious here?

High Infidelity = Also the way she paints both men is very negative and bad. The other guy supposedly “saved her”, yet the speaker in the song talks about how she used him in a dark and hard situation to get over how bad her at the time boyfriend treats her. Both are painted negatively.

Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve = Surprisingly has barely any male pronouns too! The “promising grown man” line only and it is a very negative line too.

I haven’t actually noticed how LITTLE Taylor used male pronouns even tho she used to force them into her songs until Evermore. I sat with the album for a while and just realized. Wow. This is very promising. She could’ve sneaked some in, yet she didn’t.

[paganpoetrywrittendown]

Agnetha's legacy (aka Attack Of The Swedes)

At some point, I will have to write about ABBA. They were the first band i ever got into...i was like 10 or 11. Back then, the fact that they were Swedish was a novelty. Now, being Swedish is no big deal...there's is a virtual Scandinavian invasion afoot. So Attack Of The Swedes, here we go

With Every Heartbeat-Robyn You might remember Robyn from a few years back. She was this short Swedish chick with a Pink-esque look and had some minor hits (i think they both hit the Top 40) with Show Me Love and Do You Know What It Takes. Catchy tunes, yes...but kinda blended into the pop/r&b landscape (although i actually liked the former). And then she disappeared.

Well lo and behold, she's back. Now older, Robyn left the major labels and puts out her own music, using the web and MySpace to promote her music. She was linked up with Max Martin (future Britney Spears svengali) and was irritated that she lost control of her music. So she bailed. Kinda cool. I read about her on another blog...she had a song out last year (although the album is just out in the UK) called Be Mine. Insanely catchy, it should have been an enormous hit. Over skittering beats and massive strings, it's all angst and girlish tears (it opens with the fabulous line "it's a good thing tears never show in the pouring rain"...basically she sees her ex-boyfriend with another girl. It all features a fantastic spoken word interlude about the scarf that she gave him and the new girl. Honestly, shoulda been huge. Maybe still will...who knows.

Two other songs worth nothing hit the web. Robotboy (also great pop) and Konichiwa Bitches, which is about 2 minutes long in its original version and featuring a much lauded Trentemoller mix. Both good....

but this....simply gorgeous. Again, it's pop. But its brilliant. It's on the cd as well as being out on a single where its credited to Kleerup featuring Robyn. In any event, she opens the song singing about how she and her love should keep working

maybe we can make it alright we could better sometime maybe we can make it happen baby we could keep trying....

and then, in a moment that i can only call a "Joy Division" moment (i know sacrilege) the song literally sounds like it is lifting up...she sings...."but things will never change, so i don't look back, still i am dyin' with every step i take." And then the beat comes in. And thats it...she just walks away while the song goes on to talk about why the relationship will never ever work and how it hurts "with every heartbeat." Its a beautiful sad song. It reminds me of If You Leave by OMD, I am sure because of the subject matter and the phrase "If you leave, don't look back." Maybe its the companion piece or its her answer. But it has that same feel...surely one of the more beautiful melancholy Number 1's of the 80's. Please seek out this song...its wonderful and charming and cool.

Anyways, you can check it out on www.juno.co.uk or on www.beatport.com or on her website,http://www.robyn.com/index.html and you can check out some of the other songs i mentioned on her myspace site, http://www.myspace.com/robynmyspace

Lose You-Linda Sundblad

Another Swede and another MySpace denizen (http://myspace.com/lindasundblad), where i ran into her. This is a song that you could easily imagine hearing on the radio. It definitely sounds a bit like some of the better selections from Sheryl Crow...it has that casual rock-chick feel. Also, its very summer. Honestly, it reminds me a bit of the 70's...very Fleetwood Mac...i don't know, the chords or the organ sound.

Keeping with the blonde, gorgeous yet dark & melancholic Swedish vein, the song starts out all casual about meeting a boy

Pounding heart on a Saturday night sneaking peeks down my velvet skirt cutie talk not to witty or bright but your beauty was the kind that could hurt l could tell from the look in your eyes l was trigging your insanity l just knew l could see it that...

and then the song goes from a pensive meeting to a much darker and twisted place

...i would lose you, i would lose you from the start

Very Bergman, if you ask me.

Sit Down-Flunk

Ok. Not Swedish. Nobody knows this band. I think like 4 people outside of Norway (1 is me, 1 is Carlos). It's a shame. At the risk of labeling them with an adjective often considered bad, they are often lumped into the chillout genre. I consider them soul music, really.

This is their new single. It's beautiful, pensive, kinda sad sounding. Very late night. Very glass of red wine...you can check it out here....http://flunkmusic.com/personale/

but what i really want to write about is this song

On My Balcony-Flunk 3 minutes and 10 seconds of sexy sexy sexy. Has a vague hip-hop beat and a funky guitar. And that's kinda it, save the languid vocals of Anya Oyen Vister. Anya has a very Scandinavian voice...its hard to explain, but she has that chilly/warm combo that you hear in many artists from that area.

Like i said, the song is very sensual...i'd even say erotic, although not explicit in any sense.

Here comes summer Beaming in through my bedroom window There´s a song on the radio You used to hum back then Here comes summer Still feels fresh as morning air Today I'll just stay here And do, well, whatever I´ll do whatever Please, make summer last forever All I wanna do Is sit here on my balcony And think about you and me And how happy we could be

And thats kinda it. From my perspective, the song is kinda ambiguous. You don't really know if they will be happy, i guess. However, its hopefully, not only in the tone, but i get this image of her on her balcony in the early morning, maybe her lover is still sleeping. Its early, both literally and in the relationship, and she's hopeful that it will always stay just like this. Summer as a metaphor for the beginning part of every relationship, before things get tough (and sometimes end...Linda Sundblad knows its gonna end right from the start)

Find the album Morning Star....you can hear it there. Sexy sexy sexy, i swear.

#flunk #robyn #sweden swedish #pop genius #dancing on my own

[c-e-d-dreamer]

Enchanted 

I stole @moodymelanist‘s anon prompt about Nessian and Enchanted by Taylor Swift because I am a literal piece of garbage Swiftie, so I hope everyone enjoys! Took some liberties with the lyrics, but you get the idea! :) 

Cassian knows that the phrase is only two things are certain in life: death and taxes, but if you ask him, Helion going all out on theme parties should definitely be a third item on that list. Cassian’s not even sure where the man finds the time to throw such extravagant parties. Better yet, where does he find the money? 

Nonetheless, Cassian supposes he should be happy for the invite, and somewhere deep down, he is. But sometimes constantly sliding the perfect mask over his face is exhausting. Forcing laughter, faking smiles, he can only do it for so long before all he wants to do is sneak out the door, go home, and faceplant into his mattress. And no amount of extravagance from Helion can change that. 

Cassian walks up the steps of the large manor house, a few couples and groups already rushing their way inside ahead of him with excited chatter. When he gets to the doors, there are people there to check his costume, and he almost rolls his eyes at the fact Helion actually hired costume checkers. Gods forbid anyone break the illusion tonight. Once he’s given the nod that he’s good, Cassian steps through the large oak doors, and for a moment, it really is like he’s stepped into another time. 

Every inch of the entrance and extending ballroom is decorated with flags and posters, white twinkling fairy lights cutting lines across the ceiling. The sounds of the big band that Helion’s hired hits Cassian first, all brass and percussion and a group of women singing a cover of an Andrew Sisters song. As Cassian steps onto the balcony overlooking the ballroom, he takes in the party in full swing below. Literally. He hadn’t realized Helion was so committed to the theme that there would be actual swing dancing. It leaves Cassian tugging subconsciously at the jacket of his uniform as he makes his way down the steps. When he reaches the bottom, he snags a glass of sparkling liquid off a tray and makes his way along the edge of the room. 

Cassian finds an empty high top table he can lean against, content to simply people watch. He takes a sip of his drink as he eyes the crowds of people as they ebb and flow in time with the beat of the music, the sounds of their steps echoing against the floor mixing with their laughter and forming a cacophony that swirls high into the domed ceiling of the ballroom. Cassian’s eyes continue to scan the crowd until they land on a woman standing on the opposite side of the dancefloor. For a moment, it’s like the music fades away to nothing, like all the other bodies in the room melt away until it’s just him and her and the breath suddenly hitching in his lungs. 

As if she can feel the weight of his stare, her head turns slowly in Cassian’s direction. She quirks a single eyebrow at him as their eyes meet, and Cassian swears there’s something so familiar about her, some song playing long forgotten notes but a never forgotten melody deep in his soul. But he’s sure he wouldn’t forget a face like hers if they had met before. 

Before Cassian can think twice, he starts to make his way to her across the dance floor. Her eyes track him the whole way, and it has his skin prickling with anticipation, his whole body thrumming like he’s on the edge. Of what, he’s not entirely sure, but he’s never been more willing and ready to take a leap of faith. 

The woman is even more beautiful up close. She’s wearing a red dress, cut perfectly to accentuate her form, with her hair curled up and away from her face in keeping with the style required for the party’s theme. Her lips are also painted a bright shade of red, but Cassian finds he’s drawn more to her eyes, the intense blue of them. 

“How goes it, soldier?” she asks him. 

“Committed to the theme?” Cassian shoots back. 

“I’m pretty sure Helion has spies everywhere, and I’m not looking to get kicked out.” 

“I don’t think he’d kick out someone as pretty as you.” 

The woman hums in response, her lips pinching slightly together. “Then I guess it’s just you that has to worry about being kicked out.” 

“Are you saying I’m not pretty?” 

“You sound so shocked.” 

“I think I’m the prettiest boy in my platoon,” Cassian teases, adding an overdramatic flip of his hair for good measure. 

The woman laughs then, soft and lilting, and Cassian can’t seem to do anything but blink dumbly down at her. He wants to hear that sound again, wants to hide the sound away like a secret note that he can open up whenever he chooses. 

“Do you have a name, prettiest soldier?” 

“Cassian.” 

“I’m Nesta.” 

Nesta. Her name echoes in Cassian’s thoughts, a persistent whisper that happily settles into every crevice and space in his mind like it’s always belonged there, like it’s home. Nesta Nesta Nesta.

“Do you dance, Nesta?”

“Are you asking?” 

“Yes. I’ve been told I have two left feet, but I’d be honored.” 

Nesta grabs his hand then, tugging him toward the dance floor. The contact is a spark, sending fire flooding through Cassian’s veins. Her hand is so small compared to his own, his fingers curling and fully encasing her own, but it’s warm and solid. When she pulls her hand free to turn toward him, Cassian instantly misses the weight of it. But then Nesta is settling a hand on his shoulder, the other once again finding its home in his. He lets his own find the dip of her waist. 

The band starts up another upbeat song, and Cassian tries to keep up as they move together. He spins and dips Nesta just as he sees the other couples dancing doing, but judging by the teasing glint to her eyes and the way her lips are pressed firmly together like she’s trying to suppress a smile, Cassian is pretty sure he’s worse than he originally thought. 

As the music begins to build and crescendo, Cassian tightens his hold on Nesta’s waist, lifting her up into the air. Nesta lets out a squeak in surprise, her nails digging into Cassian’s shoulder. Cassian tries to spin her around the way other couples have been doing all night, but he really is worse than he thought. They both start to wobble, and Cassian shifts to wrap his whole arm around Nesta’s waist to steady her, stumbling back a few steps as he tries to keep them from toppling over. 

Pressed this close together, Cassian swears he can feel Nesta’s heart beating. Or maybe that’s his own skipping over itself erratically. He can count every eyelash that frames those stunning eyes, and her breath skates across his cheeks. It wouldn’t take much, just a small shift, and Cassian could find out just how soft her lips are, how they’d taste against his own. 

“Maybe dancing isn’t for you,” Nesta teases gently. 

Cassian tries to laugh, but it sounds strained even to his own ears as he sets Nesta back down on her feet. With a promise to make it up to her in the form of drinks, Cassian heads off to do just that, using the short reprieve to gather his own thoughts and get his bearings right again. When he returns, he finds Nesta sitting at one of the tables, her phone perched between her hands. He’s about to tease her over the fact they definitely didn’t have mobile phones in the 1940’s, but then he notices her frown. 

“Everything alright?” Cassian asks, setting their drinks down on the table. 

“Yes. Sorry. It’s my roommates. I should head out. It was nice to meet you,” Nesta explains, standing up. 

Cassian reaches forward for Nesta’s hand, raising it and pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “It was enchanting to meet you.” 

Cassian watches as a blush blooms to life across Nesta’s cheeks, the soft smile she offers him before she turns on her heel and disappears amongst the crowd. Cassian takes her now vacated seat and sips on his drink, but with Nesta gone, his interest in this party has decidedly depleted. He gives it a few more minutes, and then he’s making his own exit, heading out of the manor house and toward his truck. 

As Cassian clambers into his truck, he can’t stop smiling, his mind replaying the night over and over on a loop. He’s thankful no one else is here with him because he’s absolutely positive that he’s blushing right now. It’s like he’s 19 again. Gods, what has Nesta done to him? A final awed chuckle at the turn of events, and Cassian is turning the key in his ignition, throwing his truck in drive and heading toward his apartment complex. 

Cassian finds himself humming the tune of the song they danced to, his feet tapping out their own dance as he steps into his apartment and toward his bedroom. When he falls back against his mattress, his mind once again returns to Nesta, her smile, her eyes. He thinks about the story they could weave together, the two of them, with this night being just the first page. He lets his eyes slide shut and sends up a silent prayer to the universe. Please don’t let her be in love with someone else. Gods, he already wants to see her again.

The thought clangs inside his head, and then everything is coming to a stuttering stop. How will he see her again? He didn’t ask for her number or give her his. How could he be so stupid? He’s on his feet in an instant, pacing back and forth across his room while he presses the heels of his palms against his eyes. He just met the most amazing, stunning woman he’ll probably ever meet in his life and now he—

Cassian’s pulled out of his spiralling thoughts by the distinct sound of a knock at his front door. He squints over at the clock on his bedside table, frowning when he realizes the late hour. Another knock sounds, and Cassian makes his way to the front door, slowly pulling it open. There, on the other side, is Nesta. Her makeup is still done up from the party, but her hair has clearly been brushed through, pulled back in a simple braid now, and her costume has been traded in for more comfortable clothes. The slight shuffle of her feet gives away her nervousness even as she holds her chin high. 

“I hope this isn’t too forward, or creepy, but I pulled a few strings to find you. Turns out your brother is dating my sister.” 

“Why would that be forward? I told you, it was enchanting to meet you.”

#my fic #nessian #nesta x cassian #nesta archeron #cassian #nessian fanfiction #nessian fic

[thevibraniumveterans]

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

Are you sure about that, Loki? Are you extra, extra sure about that?

Because you:

1. Joined a task force to look for Sylvie (even though you didn’t know her then) and entered the same tent she had just disappeared from mere seconds before;

2. Thought that she was you (which later she would disagree with and say “if anything, you’re me” but anyway) and therefore pretty darn easy to locate;

3. Wouldn’t at first accept the fact that she was superior to you (well, y’all are equals, and maybe she’s better than you, but we’ll get to that later);

4. Theorized with your new friend Mobius that she was hiding in apocalypses by stealing his salad and then proceeding to absolutely destroy it doing so;

5. Visited freakin’ POMPEII to prove said theory and then actually proved your theory correct;

6. Used a candy from the future as a clue to find out where she might’ve taken her next steps, and cross referenced it with the many apocalypses she might’ve been in;

7. Actually found an apocalypse that she ends up being in (Alabama 2050);

8. Went to said apocalypse to look for her (you seem pretty invested in looking for her at this point);

9. Found her first enchantment victim who then passed the enchantment onto her second victim (B-15, looking at you), whom you still thought was you;

10. Found her third enchantment victim who told you not to call her a Loki (which she’ll do again, don’t worry);

11. Acknowledged through her fourth enchantment victim that she was different than you for the first time (“I would never treat me like this,” you said);

12. Followed her through a Time Door back to the TVA after meeting her for the first time;

13. Somehow allowed her to get the best of you even though you probably didn’t mean for that to happen;

14. Grabbed her stolen TemPad and landed the both of y’all in yet another apocalypse, the worst one yet actually, one that she’s probably been to before;

15. Tried to shield her from a falling meteor, to which she said she didn’t need your help (I mean, did you have a reason to save her then?);

16. Called her weird (I mean, that’s funny as hell, I gotta give you that);

17. Opened a door for her and let her enter the mining shack first before you did;

18. Literally let down your guard around her (yes, you’re tired from all that running, but still);

19. Somehow didn’t even stop her from putting both her hands on your neck in an attempt to enchant you (it looked romantic as hell, dude, and how were you not even opposed to her doing that, given both of y’all’s antagonism toward each other?);

20. Told her mockingly “In my heart” when she asked you where you hid her stolen TemPad (I mean, you could have said literally anything else but you went for “in my heart”, okay, I see where this is going);

21. Kind of agreed with her when she said you needed her to get out of Lamentis, “you need me” being the key phrase;

22. Asked her where she was going, and followed her;

23. Acknowledged that she’s not a Loki (yay!), or at least the fact that she doesn’t want to be referred to as one;

24. Followed her into an abandoned mining town where you thought you could fool a resident who chose to stay (you couldn’t);

25. Let her get away with teasing you about your failed efforts;

26. Playfully grabbed her by the shoulders from behind as you used your magic to conjure up a guard’s outfit for yourself (which you looked absolutely hilarious in, by the way, that helmet did not help one bit);

27. Sat down with her at a booth on the train, just the two of you (I’m not calling this anything else other than a date, at this point, to be honest);

28. Told her a wistful story about your mother and how she taught you magic and how she believed in you;

29. Showed her a miniature version of the fireworks you said your mother once conjured up for you, in an attempt to make her happy (I mean, those are beautiful fireworks, and she likes them too!);

30. Playfully conjured up a feather and quill to tease her about saying “Love is hate” (she finds you funny, she just doesn’t want to admit it);

31. Asked her whether she’s got anyone waiting for her when her mission’s complete (well, she did give a sarcastic answer but that’s not my point);

32. Admitted to her that you courted both princes and princesses in the past as part and parcel of being royalty;

33. Disagreed on love being mischief (what does that even mean?!) and then told her that you might need a bit more of champagne to really get that line of thought going;

34. Sang (I’m sorry, serenaded is a better word) her a song about a fair maiden waiting for her beloved to return home (you’ll find out how prophetic that would be in due time, don’t worry);

35. Decided that a dagger was your best metaphor for love (what, does being inebriated make you better at metaphors now?)

36. Let her get mad at you for getting drunk on the train (tbh, that’s kinda your fault, but there was literally nothing else to do, so) and breaking her TemPad (honestly, how do you even break a TemPad when it’s hidden in one of your magic pockets?! How?!);

37. Asked her if she felt better after that frustration-fueled scream (I mean, that’s kinda the first time you’re looking out for her, because that’s about to get real routine);

38. Went along with her after she sarcastically suggested that y’all both should try to get the Ark off the moon, fully knowing the impossibility of doing so;

39. Bantered teasingly with her about enchantment;

40. Believed her on a dime’s drop when she said that everyone who worked that the TVA were Variants, just like the two of you;

41. Let her grab your hand before the both of you ran around the back of the Ark’s docking station in order to find another boarding point;

42. Asked her if she was okay after the both of you got knocked back by an explosion (aww, you do care for her, how sweet!);

43. Finally called her by her name just before the Ark exploded;

44. Apologized to her for ruining her mission and dooming the both of y’all to die on an exploding moon;

45. Sat and listened to her explain her motives for her mission, before telling her that though people like the both of you may lose in sometimes painful ways, y’all always survive one way or another;

46. Freakin’ COMPLIMENTED her (that’s a first), and while the both of you sat waiting for the explosion to wipe the both of you off the map, you took her hand for the first time after she put her hand on your forearm (lovely, by the way);

47. Looked longingly and sadly at her when the both of y’all were hauled back to the TVA for interrogation and then subsequently separated;

48. Denied, when interrogated (is questioned a better word?) by Mobius, that you and her are partners (ha, you’ll soon be, in more ways than one, if you weren’t already), with a look on your face that absolutely betrays your true feelings for her;

49. Couldn’t even sell your lie about meeting her to Mobius that he had to lie right back to you;

50. Thought she was dead and felt so worried for her (you should’ve seen your face!);

51. Asked if she was alive and then SIGHED IN RELIEF when you were assured that she’s still alive (oh, have you got it bad for her, and you know it);

52. Denied that she’s your girlfriend the first time Mobius teases you with that word;

53. Spilled your emotions and your feelings for her on the table when you told Mobius about how much you believe her about everyone at the TVA being Variants;

54. Didn’t even deny it the second time he called her your girlfriend;

55. When asked by Mobius if you cared about Sylvie, you didn’t know if “care” was the right word;

56. Straight-up told him, “I believe her” with such emotional conviction it’s hard to see it as anything else;

57. Nodded your head at her when the both of y’all were reunited at the very same elevators you met in front of (how poetic) and she asked you if you’re okay;

58. Literally had her back when the both of y’all fought the guards in the Timekeepers’ chambers;

59. Got distracted when she got knocked down to the floor by Judge Renslayer;

60. Were on the brink of telling her how you feel about her, telling her that revealing your emotions was kind of a new experience;

61. Decided the best option was to place your hands just by her shoulders for whatever reason;

62. Let go of her so that she wasn’t pruned like you were;

63. Admitted in a roundabout way in just three words that she was your glorious purpose (priorities shifted, eh?)

64. Proudly proclaimed that her being terrifying was the very thing that made her so brilliant;

65. Literally puffed out your chest when you said, “she needs me” (she will, much later, don’t worry);

66. Revealed that she’s the only one you do trust (oh, the way your voice just softens when you speak about her…);

67. Planned an unwise sneak attack (that would’ve involved stabbing a cloud, I mean…) on freakin’ ALIOTH because you believed that doing so would bring you back to her when you really had no idea whether it would or would not;

68. Ran down the hill you were on to reunite with her (classic reunion move, pity you didn’t complete it by hugging her, but I guess you’re not there yet) when she arrived by car and asked her if she’s okay (looks like it’s becoming a habit);

69. Hilariously tried to unsuccessfully argue, through telling her that you’ve been in the Void longer than she has (maybe for like, an hour or two? IDK) that stabbing a cloud with a dagger was your best line of defense;

70. Sat next to her and had a conversation with her, during which you…;

71. Said it was cold (whether it was or wasn’t, isn’t important), so you…;

72. Conjured up a blanket for yourself before asking if she wanted one as well and proceeded to deny that your budding romantic connection with her was the both of y’all’s nexus event;

73. Followed that up with revealing that your nexus event with her felt great, it was a nice moment (aww);

74. Proceed to deny it as another TVA lie (you really need to work on talking about your feelings!);

75. Reassured her that you don’t know what the both of y’all are doing with regards to this relationship you both have with each other;

76. Playfully wrapped part of your blanket around her shoulders (double aww, that’s the classic “I’m gonna fake yawn and drop my arm around her shoulders, y’all think she’ll notice” kind of move, and yes, she did, and she likes it) and smiled giddily like the lovesick puppy you are;

77. Acknowledged in a roundabout (and maybe not so subtle) way that she loves you;

78. Pledged to not betray her, to not let her down, because you’re not that kind of person anymore;

79. Adorably nudged her when you asked her what her plans were when all was said and done;

80. Suggested that the both of y’all could figure things out… “together”, you said (triple aww!);

81. Handed the TemPad she gave you to Mobius and told her, “You go, I go” (I mean…);

82. Let her take your hand before you went to attempt to enchant ALIOTH;

83. Interlocked both of y’all’s fingers while y’all were at it;

84. Walked hand in hand to the Citadel at the End of Time;

85. Asked her if everything’s okay after she becomes nervous before entering the Citadel;

86. Got really unimpressed when that creepy ghost clock offered the both of you a chance to rule the TVA together;

87. Stated that “We write our own destiny now”, cementing the fact that you and her are an item;

88. Warned her to not listen to He Who Remains;

89. Tried to stop her by warning her about the possible consequences of her actions;

90. Suggested that the best plan of action was to take a minute to think of whether allowing a multiversal war was better than the alternative both of y’all never wanted (unfortunate as it was to be a damned-if-you-do-damned-if-you-don’t situation);

91. Got upset when she told you she felt like you betrayed her (don’t worry, you didn’t);

92. Clashed blades with her even though you clearly didn’t want to;

93. Told her “No” when she suggested that you kill her and take a throne you never wanted;

94. Let her blade fall to your neck to get her to stop and consider;

95. Said to her that this feeling of revenge, bloodlust isn’t worth it because you’d once been in her shoes;

96. Told her that you didn’t want to hurt her (after acknowledging that she’s been hurt by the TVA for a lifetime) and that all you wanted was for her to be okay;

97. Shared a kiss with her.

98. Deepened that kiss (you know you did…);

99. Grieved the misfortune of not just losing her but also the outcome of recent events, knowing that what she had to do was her life’s mission that you’d previously supported her on;

100. Went up to a changed Mobius and told him by referring to her, “We made a terrible mistake. We freed the Timeline. We found him beyond the storm.”

And if that doesn’t say “she’s become my girlfriend and I’m damn proud of her”, I don’t know what does.

-

Go get her, Loki. Go get Sylvie back. We’re betting on it.

#mcu #loki series #loki season 1 #loki s1e1 #loki 01x01 #loki s1e2 #loki 01x02 #loki s1e3 #loki 01x03 #loki s1e4 #loki 01x04 #loki s1e5 #loki 01x05 #loki s1e6 #loki 01x06 #loki #loki laufeyson #sylvie #sylvie laufeydottir #sylki #pro sylki #loki x sylvie #loki and sylvie #sylvie x loki #sylvie and loki #enchantricks #lovedaggers #lovie #they’re in love your honor #i said what i said

[mindofasupernova]

The Inventor Part 2

Kaz Brekker x reader

Description: A killer is on the loose, eliminating Kaz's informants. In a desperate attempt, Kaz meets a certain inventor that has his mind racing, trying to figure out the complex puzzle she is.

Hope you like it, let me know what you think.

Kaz

A corpse? That's what she wanted? Did she think that he just kept all the bodies of his deceased workers in his room? How the hell was he supposed to get his hands on the corpse of one of his poisoned informants?

One day after meeting the young inventor, Kaz had sent Inej to gather answers to the Y/LN Manor. And just as promised, the girl had already identified most of the compounds, but due to "careless and messy manipulation", clearly referring to Kaz's pouch, she had been unable to determine a specific substance that acted as a catalyst. Inej returned to the Slat with Y/N's message asking for a meeting and a request Kaz wasn't exactly expecting.

According to Y/N, it was of the utmost importance for her to examine the body if she hoped to pinpoint the missing compound not to mention it provided a perfect opportunity for Kaz to tell her about how the poison had captured his attention.

Inej had returned later than usual, smiling and carrying a small brown bag that wafted a sweet and delicious scent. When Kaz had raised his eyebrows in question, Inej had told him Y/N had given her some recently baked cookies. He grunted in response and kept working, but his mind kept drifting back to the cookie bag and what that small act meant.

Inej was cautious but he also knew that she always searched for kindness in people. That snack could have been simply just a gift but Kaz wouldn't have made it this far if he considered all people as kind-hearted. Y/N was a stranger, a rich stranger from the highest of ranks of society who probably didn't care if Barrel rats like him lived or not. Y/N hadn't asked for a favor nor did she need money, she just wanted to know, that unsettled Kaz more than he liked to admit.

He had spent the day gathering information about her, her personal life, hobbies, and all the rumors he could find. He had found absolutely nothing that could give him an insight into the girl's intentions, he had finished empty-handed with the information he already knew: she was the only daughter of one of the richest men in Ketterdam, the perfect personification of a wealthy royal daughter, an innocent and pious little thing that went to Church with her family. Kaz scoffed at that, the defying look she gave her at their secret rendezvous accompanied with her enthusiasm for carving a corpse open proved she was far from innocent.

No, until he had more facts he wouldn't let his guard down. And yet, a small part of him yearned for her actions to be good-intentioned. Stop, hope is a dangerous thing. He had already made the mistake of hoping when he was nine and look where it got him.

Kaz returned his gaze to the papers in front of him, huffing in annoyance, he started writing down orders to get a corpse for Y/N.

_______________

Y/N : One day after the meeting

Y/N was quietly sitting at her vanity, a soft smile adorned her face, gaze completely lost on her new device when Inej, soundlessly crept inside her bedroom.

After Kaz Brekker had left the shop near the Church of Barter, she no longer felt the giddy spark she had when she left her manor. She couldn't blame Mr. Zhang for telling Mr. Brekker about their association, he was an old jumpy man who wished no trouble upon no one. She had left all the concoctions that Mr. Zhang had order, but she didn't show him her latest joy, she no longer felt as excited.

This new invention she had come up with consisted of a music box. But it was no ordinary music box, far from it. Y/N had noticed how most of the music boxes got damaged with time when the metal rusted and the music no longer sounded like a melody but more like a haunted house. So, instead of depending on metal to play music, why not use water vapor. Yes, she had spent four days perfecting the pressure at which each piston released the water so it was a perfect copy of one of the melodies in the Komedie Brute. Four days making sure that the amount of heat the flame distributed was enough to transform the water into vapor but not so fast it was gone before the song ended. And now, here it was, a vapor-based music box with a decorative firebird in the center that literally caught fire, warming the water below.

Mind too caught up on the mechanics of her own work, that, when the Wraith materialized from the shadows behind her, Y/N sent a rain of screws and nuts toppling down the floor when Inej's hand landed on her shoulder.

Wide-eyed, Y/N turned around to face the apparition in her room. The Suli girl raised her hands, to show she intended no harm and in a kind voice spoke:

"I'm not here to hurt you. Kaz Brekker sent me to check up on your progress."

With a sigh of relief, Y/N straightened relaxed her posture. "Why, of course, should have assumed Mr. Brekker would send someone. Please, take a seat. " with a small smile, she gestured to a plush burgundy armchair.

"As promised, I have successfully identified most of the compounds. However, I fear identifying the catalyst agent won't be possible unless I conduct a thorough autopsy on the unfortunate victim. The needle I was given was in an atrocious condition, too many foreign compounds had already interacted with it." Y/N answered, finishing with a hopeful tone.

Inej nodded her head and responded, "I'll let Kaz know, thank you Marchioness Y/LN." Inej turned around, making a bee-line for the window.

"You must not be thinking of going out in this beastly weather. Please, stay until this horrendous downpour ceases." Y/N quickly called back, wrapping her silk shawl around her petite frame, as if the thought of stepping outside was enough to send a chill running down her spine.

Inej hesitated, directing a fleeting glance at the crying sky outside, she resumed to her previous seat.

"Would you like a piece of Cinamon-coated Pavlova? I guarantee you won't regret it, the caramelized peaches are sinfully appetizing!" and before the Suli girl could respond, Y/N was rushing out of her room, the dainty patter of her heels clicking down the stairs.

Her room was exactly what Inej had expected: luxurious and overly grand. But there was something about it that Inej couldn't quite place, her room was tidy to the extreme, all the expensive perfume bottles lined up, gaps between that appeared as if they had been measured with a ruler. Nothing in her room showed a preference or indication of what she truly liked, at first sight, the room would have seemed like the perfect fairytale but now, upon close observation, the room looked generic, hollow, and cold. The spy wondered if all the riches were worth living into a life as impersonal as hers.

Y/N returned, carrying a tray full of fancy desserts Inej couldn't even pronounce.

"The baker proclaims himself a master of crème brûlées. I prefer his fruit-stuffed truffles, though. Mouthwatering" Y/N commented, gingerly placing the tray on her small mahogany table.

Y/N waited for Inej to take a bite out of the coffee tiramisu, after the Suli girl let a soft hum of appreciation, Y/N smiled and questioned: "I hope I'm not being too invasive, but how did you manage to climb all the way to my window? There are no nooks where you could have possibly held onto, you must have an incredible balance to perform such a feat."

And that's how Inej told her about her life as an acrobat, proudly sharing brief glimpses to her past, seeing no harm in the girl next to her. Y/N was more than happy when Inej started talking, she was glad the bronzed-skinned girl didn't treat her with timid whispers afraid of offending her royal title. It felt nice to have a normal conversation, being able to share honest opinions instead fake smiles and condescending words at galas, afraid that if the wrong statement slipped they'll become the next party gossip.

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The morning after, Inej returned bearing Mr. Brekker's message agreeing to a nightly meeting where she'll be able to examine the corpse.

Saying that Y/N was thrilled, was an understatement, apart from a chance to put her brain to good use, it gave her the perfect opportunity to try a device she had specifically designed for creating an alibi while she was sneaking outside at unlikely hours.

Y/N hated piano. Don't get her wrong, it wasn't the instrument, it was the music, her music. Because for an unknown reason, her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own whenever she tried to. She admired the focus and dedication of musicians, she really did, but her mind easily got distracted thinking about her latest reading material instead of focusing on the notes. So, she had created a system capable of pushing the tiles as if her own fingers played the music. She knew it was wrong to fool her parents in such a way but it gave her a perfect cover to go in secret missions her parents would never approve of.

Proper ladies don't get excited over knowledge, much less probe in repulsive matters such as corpses. Look at you, Y/N, what would future suitors think if they discover you all cheerful over someone´s murder? The scandal! Zia Francesca's reprimanding voice resonated inside Y/N´s head. But she could care less about what the whole Ketterdam thought about her, science was her passion, and she would abandon it until the day she died.

Already outside, a navy blue scarf wrapped around her head to shield her delicate features against unwanted attention, Y/N waited for Inej at their chosen meeting point.

The sly girl slipped into view, with a grace greater than the one of a feline, leaving the shadows as if she and the night were one. With a brief nod, Y/N followed the girl into the awaiting hands of darkness. Leading her towards the Barrel, a place where monsters lurked behind every corner impatiently waiting to pounce any minute. Nonetheless, Y/N felt ecstatic, warm excitement pulsing through her veins, a river waiting in anticipation to break the thin modest facade she kept up to let her curiosity resurface in search of enigmas to solve.

When they arrived at a place named "The Crow Club", Inej went to get Kaz and some "others" and told her to wait. Y/N observed the lively atmosphere, seeing customers from different countries around the world when her eyes landed on a familiar head with wild red curls.

"Mr. Van Eck?" Y/N questioned in disbelief, the boy perked up at the sound of his last name, locking eyes with the hooded girl.

Never would she have imagined finding Wylan Van Eck down in the Barrel. She was shocked, Wylan supposedly should be in a music school outside of Ketterdam. Both belonging to affluent families, Y/N had met Wylan Van Eck at several parties. She hadn't gotten to know him very well, but she liked the quiet boy who shared the same look of misfortune Y/N had every time they were thrown into a classy social event. When his father had announced he was leaving to study abroad, Y/N was happy for him although she would miss being silently miserable together. But it appeared Wylan had been doing something far from studying, now sitting next to a tall Zemeni boy with his arm slung around his shoulder.

"Marchioness Y/N, I never imagined...W-What brings you here?" replied round-eyed Wylan, confusion, and astonishment written all over his features.

But before Y/N could respond, steps and the tapping of a cane interrupted their little meeting, Inej small silhouette trailing behind Mr. Brekker.

"So, you know Wylan?" he interrogated in that characteristic rasp, coffee eyes scrutinizing Y/N's form.

"Yes, Mr. Van Eck used to come to our social gatherings."

Wylan just nodded shyly while his long-limbed companion kept drowning shot like they were water.

Dirtyhands humphed in acknowledgment "Nice, know that we are all together let's go to...Jesper, I don't pay you to drink the bar dry. Get your ass down here and let's get moving so our dear inventor can examine the body, shall we?

"Wait, she is the contact you talked about?" the Zemeni, Jesper, questioned. Eyes going from Kaz Brekker to Y/N, as if this was some kind of joke.

"Wylan called her Marchioness? You asked for a royal's help?" Jesper asked, an incredulous mocking smile on his face. "Who are you and what have you done with Kaz?"

Mr. Brekker scowled at him and without another word turned around not even waiting for them to follow.

"Well, nice to meet you, my lady. The name's Jesper Fahey," he said, bowing down and kissing her hand, sending her a mischievous wink.

"Very nice to make your acquaintance, Mr. Fahey. And please, there's no need for formalities, just call me Y/N." she comforted, as they finally reached the others. Glancing at the rest while finishing her last statement, prompting the rest to call her by her first name.

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Kaz

Y/N radiated waves of elation, her whole face lighting up at the thought of an adventure, a star amid the tumultuous dark waters of Ketterdam helping him find his way to the shore.

Kaz wore an amused expression at Y/N's amused gaze roaming the dirty streets of the Barrel, a new unknown world full of carnage and sins. She isn't fit for the Barrel thought Kaz, her eyes dancing in amusement at every little detail that caught her interest despite her efforts to put on a serious face and regal posture. She probably saw wonderous adventures while Kaz saw the Barrel for what it really was: a ravenous, savage beast waiting to swallow the weakest whole and drain the lives of the ones who survived its ghastly bites. And somehow the concept that she didn't belong in this world, his world, made Kaz's heart wrenched a little.

During their walk, Kaz shared the details about the latest killer on the loose and his dead informants, all the while, Y/N remained quiet, evaluating every one of his words.

When they arrived at an abandoned building, a single man was stationed outside, leaning on the tainted wall with a tired look in his eyes. Kaz nodded at the guard who gave him a set of keys and trotted out of sight. Kaz guided them inside, careful no prying eyes had followed them. Kaz turned on the lights, briefly disconcerting his companions, and pointed to a table with a big bulk covered by a dirty cloth.

"As you requested, the unfortunate victim" announced Kaz as Y/N placed a small suitcase she'd brought with her forensic equipment and tenderly pried the cloth covering the thing that once had been alive.

Y/N didn't bat an eyelash when she saw the corpse's face, not even when Jesper started gagging or when Inej turned around and started quietly mumbling prayers to her saints. Kaz focused on her face, the calm inquisitive look of a scientist, he had expected a gasp at least. Kaz was impressed by her cool analytical demeanor when a simple glimpse of the man was enough to send Kaz back to the ocean, rotting flesh beneath his fingertips. Kaz shuddered at the thought, forcing down the vomit rising in his throat.

"If you need an assistant, Jesper is willing to help" Kaz stated, stabilizing his voice so it wouldn't show his true feelings.

"What?! Me? Umm..no...I...Helping isn't a Jesper talent." Mr. Fahey said, a fearful look in his eyes, face white as a sheet. Kaz hoped he didn't look as terrified as him.

Y/N stopped her scan, looked up at the two boys, and with a small smile spoke: "I appreciate it, but there's no need. I'm certain I can handle it on my own."

Quickly discarding her coat and scarf, pushing back the sleeves of her rouge-colored blouse, and pulling long laboratory gloves over her hands along with a white apron over her head, she set up to work.

Kaz stared at her features, as she transformed into an eager forensic, light illuminating her face, falling in the right places giving her an otherwordly glow. Rebellious strands of hair framing her forehead, a pink hue staining her cheeks indicating her joyous state. The sight before him would have put any masterpiece to shame, Kaz wondered how she could stare at a corpse and find glee in such a morbid image. But Kaz liked it, the brilliant gleam her eyes portrayed, her childish joy at the promise of adventure.

The spell was broken when she started pulling out scalpels, syringes, and other items Dirtyhands couldn't bother to learn the name of. Pulling the flesh taught beneath her fingers, Y/N made a Y incision, skin splaying open.

Cold lifeless hands gripped Kaz's throat. his brother's icy whispers brushing his skin. He turned his head away and as if perceiving his discomfort, Y/N's bewitching doe eyes stared back at him.

"You can wait outside if you prefer to, I'll notify you when I'm done." her gentle voice reached and Kaz couldn't have been more grateful.

With a sharp shake of his head, Kaz limped towards the exit, Jesper, and Inej quickly following his movements.

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After Y/N finished, she eagerly started explaining her findings, a prideful gleam emanating from her.

"Well, Mr. Brekker I must admit this case is a peculiar one. The simplest ones always prove to be the most challenging."

"Here I thought that after years of fancy tea reunions you'd know the meaning of a vast number of words. I'll be sure to buy you a thesaurus." mocked Kaz, a wolfish smirk creeping onto his face.

The inventor frowned at his comment, racing her chin higher, and started her rant, thoughts racing to prove her point.

"Oh no, Mr. Brekker do not confuse simple and easy. Simple is straightforward, plain facts to the observer. Ordinary details are hard to pinpoint, effortlessly found everywhere, which makes it harder to find unique characteristics that could serve as means of identification since their nature is so elementary." Y/N spoke swiftly, pacing around the room, eyes never faltering from Kaz's.

"And that's exactly what happened in this case. As I had mentioned, my extraction wasn't entirely successful, for an essential reactant was missing. However, it wasn't the only reason why I insisted on examining the body, no, a very simple and ordinary substance appeared when I separated the poison: Helianthus annuus or more commonly known as sunflowers." Y/N paused glancing at their surprised faces, clearly pleased with their reactions, she continued, the corners of her lips tugging upwards.

"You can imagine my surprise when I found sunflower pollen as the main component of the poisonous agent. I ran several more tests and the result remains the same, our killer is using these lovely flowers as a weapon. Now, back to the catalyst, the easy part of the equation. This component isn't as fastidious as the previous one, why, you may ask. Well, its vast majority consists of average materials but a small percentage of it contains alloys that are only produced in Ketterdam, that combined with the peculiar way they were fused, suggests a Grisha alkemi made this solution." Y/N concluded, grabbing a piece of paper and hastily writing before she handed it to Kaz.

"There are no signs of struggle, meaning either they knew the attacker or they were taken by surprise. A swift prick to the femoral artery, a clear pathway for the poison to reach the bloodstream, infecting the body within seconds."

"It shouldn't be very hard to find the alkemi. They aren't very popular and most of them are indentured. Here is the list of all the reactants, the specifics, and where I believe you might find them. " finished the girl, looking at the trio expectantly.

"If you don't mind, I have taken a sample to examine more carefully at my house. I'll try to find any details I might have overlooked."

Briskly reading the list, Kaz frowned and then pocketed the small scrap of paper. "First thing tomorrow morning, ask around for an alkemi who might have bought these materials. "

Kaz turned to look at his fellow crows, content with their nods of approval, grabbed his cane, and sauntered towards the door. Her chemistry knowledge was astounding, a marvelous domain of anatomy, and an even more gifted engineer from what he had heard. Hers was an indeed beautiful mind, not that he would ever tell her.

"Mr. Brekker?" her light voice shattered through the gloomy night. Kaz craned his neck, gaping back at her in question.

"Is there perhaps a place where I might be able to tidy myself up?" Y/N questioned, Kaz finally looking at her messy red-stained apron and her exposed arms displaying strokes of red all over them.

Kaz hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should bring the girl back to their home. "You can use the restroom back at the Slat." The girl had risked her reputation sneaking out on ill-advised affairs to help them, it was the least he could do.

"Thank you" Y/N replied as she carefully peeled her apron, attentive at not brushing her arms against her blouse.

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Once she had freshened up, Y/N stumbled upon the young Van Eck talking with a couple. The green-eyed girl was about Y/N's age, a generously carved complexion, holding the hand of a tall Fjerdan.

Y/N inclined her head as a form of salute, "I never pegged you for the rebellious type, Mr. Van Eck. I never thought you hated music lessons that much to run away." she told him in a joking tone.

"And I never thought you were the type to sneak out at ungodly hours just to play detective. " Wylan replied, a grin beginning to form on his face.

"Well, I suppose everyone has secrets."

"You must be Y/N, Inej told me you were the help Kaz so desperetly needed. I'm Nina, he's Matthias and well you already know Wylan."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Inej had briefly mentioned them, she knew now that Nina loved food, maybe next time she'll bring those exquisite truffles she had so eagerly talked about. If there is a next time Y/N reminded herself, she desperately hoped so, but now that her work was done she wasn't so sure Kaz Brekker would ever seek her again.

"Well, you have saved me the introductions." Kaz sarcastically glowered at the green-eyed girl, Nina kept talking as if she hadn't heard him.

It was one thing for Kaz to admire her intelligence, it did not mean he trusted her, though. Pieces were still missing to the intricate puzzle she was and until that changed Kaz did not like the way she rapidly befriended his crows, her intentions were still blurry to Kaz, and even though he would never admit it he cared deeply about their well-being.

"You should stay a little longer, we could go for waffles as a way of thank you." prompted Nina.

"Your offer is very tempting, but I'm afraid I'll have to pass. I should be returning home." Y/N declined, grinning at Nina, blissful someone had invited her for waffles.

Kaz stared at her and wondered how many times someone had done something similar, not to thank her but rather to use her, so that such a simple gesture put her in a joyful state.

"Scared of what your parents may do if they found out the truth?" Kaz quipped once his crows had left the two of them alone. A teasing tone masking true concern.

"Terrified. Someone may notice I've been playing the same four songs for the last couple of hours, always missing the same notes every time and they might get ideas of checking up on me," she confessed, mischief coating her features.

"Good night, Mr. Brekker. I'm happy I could be of assistance. Please, let me know if you find your killer or if my experience is needed again."

Kaz just bowed, signaling for his Wraith to get Y/N back to her manor in one piece.

Both girls disappeared into the night, leaving Kaz pondering what the hell she had meant with playing the piano.

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Y/N

Almost two weeks had passed, no signs of Kaz and no visits from the Wraith, well not that she was aware of. Y/N caught herself glaring at no point in particular, she readjusted her expression and plastered a well-practiced look of keen interest, trying to focus on Lady Stathos' rant about the attractiveness of the Viscount of Chagny.

Y/N politely excused herself, with no intention of making a fool of herself if Lady Stathos posed a question related to her gossip.

Too busy drowning in her own sorrow, knowing that Kaz had probably captured the culprit and was happily celebrating his success and no longer needing Y/N's help, that she stumbled forward, barely catching herself when someone bumped her from behind.

When Y/N turned back around, searching for that someone, she was met with a sight she had only seen once in an abandoned warehouse late at night. One that made her mind scream: Helianthus annuus.

Mercher Dupont's eyes were deranged, veins gruesomely popping and blood spilling from his lips, before toppling in the middle of the dance floor, taking his final breath.

#kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker fic #kaz brekker imagine #shadow and bone #imagine #six of crows

[withoneheadlight]

ok i saw this cap of zoë kravitz in hf and she's got such a dreamy expression, she looks so deeply self-absorbed and infatuated by whatever she's imagining and those lines. and i couldn't stop picturing billy exactly like that for days so,

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There’s a pretty unusual sound coming off the house when Max comes back home, that summer afternoon.

Full volume. Walls shaking. And she quietly walks to the source of the sound, holding back her breath right in front of Billy's room because, there's this second sound? Stranger and way more unsettling and Max's not sure-sure at first but then Steve Perry’s voice takes off and Billy’s follows it and then he's like, singing along and. Well. Max did know Billy liked Journey but not like, their 'stuff for pussies' but uhm, he does, apparently. Rasps his voice all the way through ‘Faithfully’. Kind of, sighs. Longingly? When it ends? But pfff, ok, big brothers are weird. Definitely weirder after being possessed and then kind of resurrected. Even if it's in a good-weird way but, whatever. So Max's just about to sneak to her room, dutifully rolling her eyes, steps muffled by the first chords of 'Edge of the blade' when―

Click. Click. Billy stops the tape. Click. Takes it out. Tap. Tap. Click. Puts on― Billy puts. On,

Heaven.

Bryan Adams’ Heaven.

And Max―

Being a younger sister is a meticulous kind of full-time, private detective job. You gotta learn how the person you’ve been watching so carefully for years and years works. Hafta develop some sort of―sense about your target. And Billy’s been—un-Billy-like? These past two months. Smiling more. Telling more jokes. Playing ‘You shook me all night long’ in a loop on their drive to school and back, not complaining at all but even joining when’s Max who can’t help but sing along so.

So. She retraces her steps. Knocks. Takes the distracted grunt she gets as a ‘Yeahyeah, c’mon in c’mon in’ and,

Creak. Creak. ‘―baby you’re all that I want’

“Billy?”

Billy’s sitting cross-legged on the floor. Radio close to his knees. Cassettes scattered everywhere. Piles and piles of breakwater surrounding Billy’s old, rusty beacon of sound. He’s reading through the song-list of one of the tapes, a smoke locked on the corner of his mouth, bouncing up and down with every little, absent suck he takes, and he looks. He looks―

Self-absorbed and even. Relaxed. Happy. Like whatever he’s thinking about right now is actually carrying his thoughts away to fucking heaven.

“Ehh”

“Uh-hu?”

‘When you’re lying here in my arms!’

“Billy are you. What―” ‘I'm findin' it hard to believe. We're in heaven’ “What are you doing?”

But there’s this orbit around the sun and then there’s whatever one Billy's been spinning along with the last couple of months so he completely ignores her question. Shakes the tape on his left hand. Picks another one from the pile on his right. Asks her.

“Is Billy Ocean too much? ‘Cause I think it’s too much. But it kind of fits into what I'm trying to say so” he says, shrugs, looking up at Max and waiting for the answer of what she realizes was not really a question. Not at all. So she does her little sister job and just, nods “Right. That’s good. I think it’ll slide just nicely into Bruce Springsteen and―”

“Billy” Max insists, waiting for the charm of the third time to work. It doesn’t. Not really. But keeps Billy's eyes on her long enough to squeeze an “A mixtape?” And, uh. That’s what gets it on. The charm “Are you making a mixtape?”

“Uh?”

And it’s like Max just shook Billy out of a daydream. Ash plopping down from his cigarette as his lips try but can’t purse and Max― she’s good. She’s stellar at this detective thing. Recognizes an opening the moment she sees it, right there in front of her, frozen in the middle of shaking Billy Ocean and Bruce Springsteen in the air right before cocktailing them together. Shaken, not stirred, please. Max’s upgraded to James Bond-level just right now.

“You’re making a mixtape for someone”

“Oh-nonoMaxi―”

“But you didn’t have those tapes before. Not even in your secret stash”

“How do yo―?”

“Holy. ShIT. You’ve been listening to somebody else’s music” This is. Oh, God. This. Is. GOLD. Max gotta take a moment. Blink. Breathe. Process. Her hands move by themselves, palms spread toward Billy in a wait-a-minute kind of gesture except. Max’s gonna need way more than a minute for this “You’ve accepted a music recommendation”

“Maaaaax”

“Gosh, you’ve even listened to the tapes enough to. Make―”

“Max!”

“I just can’t believe it”

And Max was glad. Well. As glad as one can be. Bunch weeks ago. Her mom and Neil out for the day. Coming back home a little earlier than she usually does to hear those ugh. Those other noises. Happy screams. Again. After months and months of Billy being basically alone except for her and the party and Steve. And Max’s so glad, of course she is. But she’s also a little sister. And all this investigation work has a high, rightful purpose.

Make her big brother’s life a living. Hell.

“Oh my god, you must be so gone!” Max brings her hands to her mouth. Takes a deep, deep breath that’s more a poorly restrained giggle. Shoots her index at him “Is it Bon Jovi? What I’m seeing right there? Goddam, Billy are you in lo―”

Bam.

Bam. Bam!

The front door.

What a way to spoil the fun. Max doesn’t have time for this. She’s working.

“BILLY?” comes a voice from the other side “Billy are you in there?”

Steve.

Oh.

What a way to make the fun a hundred times better.

Bam.Bam.Bam!

She’s starting to move to get to the door, sinsonging “Well, I guess Steve’s gonna find out you’re so stupid in love you’re willingly listening to―” when she realizes Billy’s eyes have widened and he’s jerkingly trying to unfreeze, he’s mumbling something in around his already extinguished cigarette in the ways of “Can’t” and “Find out” and “Surprise” and “Fucking help me!” While literally trying to shove the huge mass of tapes under his bed, his tone like hurryhurryhurry!, like he would start gagging and throwing his lungs out at any given minute, so nervous he looks.

So Max doesn’t go for the door. Yet. She basks in the enjoyment.

“Oh, is it a secret romance or something?” She sighs happily, leaning against the doorframe instead. “‘Cause you look pretty worried”

Steve’s banging the door now, voice wavering a little as he asks-shouts “Billy? Billy answer me! Hey, bab―Are you ok?”

“Max, please” Billy begs. Begs. Crawling over to where a Madonna’s Like a virgin is laying with the tape looping slightly out “He really can’t find out”

“What? That you’re in lo-o-oh-oh-OH―”

Billy stops at the tone, right there on his knees. Spits his forgotten cig to the side. And in the instant it seems to take him to make up his mind they both can hear Steve shout “Ok. I know you’re in there!. I’m coming in now!!”

“Fuck! Yeah. I am. Ok?” he looks like he just realized he’s tripped. Blushes. “Making it, I mean”

BAM!

And Ohhhhhhh.

Zero-fucking-zero-fucking-seven.

“Steve,” Max gasps. Because. Hear it makes it like. Easier. To process “You. And Steve”

B A M!

“Yeah, Max, Yeah. And this is a fucking surprise and he’s gonna―”

‘I've been waitin' for so long. For somethin' to arrive. For love to come along’

Ok. Oh. Okok.

“Door!” Max hastens him.

“What?”

“You. Door. Run!” She commands, and Billy― sometimes Max can’t honestly understand how he's got the grades he's got, because Billy blinks, looks clueless “C’mon slow ass. Hurry! I’ll hide all this shit”

And Billy finally gets it. Nods. Slow. Then fast. Stumbles up. Literally runs, to get to the door.

Max still gets to hear his labored “Fuck, pretty boy. “That was really hardcore of you. That's how bad you wanted to see me?” And Steve's own breathless “Really?” Before pushing Billy's room door close with her back, and kneeling on the floor to check for stray, incriminating cassettes.

Pretty boy. Maybe Max isn't as clever as she thought she is. Or hasn’t been doing her job right, clearly.

It's when she’s making ‘It’s a kind of magic’ disappear into the rest of the pile that she lays eyes on it. The case. The J-card written almost all the way down to the B-side already. A mixture of songs Billy's heard so many times there are parts where his tapes screech, and others she'd bet her life he wouldn’t have deigned to listen to. Not ever. Definitely not because―no, for, somebody. Bowie and Cher and Cindy Lauper and Bob Seger right next to Metallica and Guns n' Roses and Meatloaf and― there. There. Almost hidden in the back of the spine. A note. A tiny, thin-lettered thing Max really, really shouldn't be reading but―

‘Thanks for driving me back.

Love. Billy’

But. That's what little sisters do too, she guesses. Intrude. Annoy. Snoop. Feel this sudden rush of relief. Of happiness. When Billy laughs softly, on the other side of the door. When Steve laughs back. Maybe a tear. Or two. But just maybe. She’s really good at this little sister thing, after all.

Hopes for stellar.

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or: that post s3 where steve lets a camaro-less billy drive him around in his own car "really? again, hargrove?" almost every single day, for months, after he comes back, because "you’re gonna perpetually stick yourself to my ass at least let me do the one thing that frikin’ calms me down" which results in steve resigning himself to deejaying in the shotgun even if "jesus, what's that shit, harrington?" "my car, my rules, sweetheart" which results in billy developing a ‘songs steve harrington is in love with’ mental playlist, realizing he’s probably a little bit in love with the way he loves them and, possibly, a little much love with steve and then stealing steve's tapes one day and,

making a mixtape about it.

(the first of a whole lot, of love letters)

#harringrove #d+mb sh+t i write #but #i had fun! #writing max bc she's my fav <3<3< #and also #dumbstrucklovestruck billy? MY FAV TKVM #also #mixtaping IS an art #xharringrove

[thewritingstar]

When We Were Young

Prompt: best friends to strangers to enemies. Taken from this list

Pairing: Boomubbles (Boomer and Bubbles aka Blues) 

Fandom: The Powerpuff Girls 

Notes: I started writing this once I saw the prompt and couldn’t help myself. The blues are really suffering by my hands huh? Whoops. Just something short cause why not? Two fics in a day? 2019 Star is back. 

Tags: @cupcakesandnightmares @unvalley (if you would like to be tagged in all fics or certain fandoms pls lmk :)

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                              “And a part of me keeps holding on                                     Just in case it hasn't gone                                           I guess I still care                                           Do you still care?”

                                - When We Were Young, Adele 

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She remembers the day she had met him. Bright blue eyes matched to dark blue ones. At first she thought he was a another random boy with random brothers. But when his feet floated off the ground and he met her a few inches up in the sky, the smile on her face rivaled the sun. 

Everything she did, he did. She felt like she had known him forever even though they were only five years old. 

They sat together in class, played tag at recess and he swatted the bugs away from her when they played outside. She didn’t have to endure another person calling her ‘weird’ or ‘bug-eyed freak’ because he was the same as her. 

She had thought that they would have been best friends forever, that's what Octi had said anyways. 

But like the seasons, change comes and goes. 

School life was just that. She would see him in the halls as they passed each other in middle school. On the rare occasion their eyes met, memories of their childhood days would play in both of their minds but nothing more than that. 

She couldn’t remember the last time she had smiled brightly at him. Their texts messages had dwindled off during one summer and her best friend was replaced with her next door neighbor. 

The only time his name was mentioned was when the girls at sleepovers would gush about his eyes or how he could play guitar so well even in just the seventh grade. They would joke about him literally sweeping of their feet and having a romantic moment in the sky. She would sit there silently without adding anything in. 

And so people would grow apart and that comes naturally. Its not like they had done anything to each other. They just simply grew up. They liked other things, liked other people but once in a while she wondered what it would be like if they were still best friends. 

By the time high school came around, it was like they had become strangers. 

He didn’t know her favorite food or color. Didn’t know that her eyes still sparkled when she saw a rainbow or that her dear Octi still slept with her under her arms. He didn't know that bugs still creeped her out or that night vision never healed her fear of the dark. 

His favorite musician and songs were not something she knew. She didn't know that he would sneak up to his roof to stare at the stars wondering if there was something more out there. The way his eyes would squint at the music notes he scribbled never became a memory for her. 

Time had created a gap that neither of them wanted yet they didn't know how to close. 

And sometimes the good things end. 

And she wished that they had stayed strangers. Wished that the powers they shared didn’t end up clashing like this. 

The hot line began to ring more and more as they got older. She remembers the day she realized their friendship had no way of coming back. That flame had been put out as his fist collided with hers. 

And even during their battles where blood would most certainly be shed and words that pieced her heart would be shouted, there was a small part of her that wanted him back. 

She wanted the days where they were younger and carefree and full of life. The demands from his father and brothers to turn to the dark side and use his powers against those without would have never happened. 

She wanted her best friend back. 

The dark blue eyes who had enchanted her when she was little had vanished and were replaced with copies that held nothing but rage and false lies. He would never swat another fly away. Never tell her about the music he still writes or say that he kept one of her hair ties from second grade. 

Every detail they had known about each other was lost in the waves of their fury. 

He would kick her and she would punch him. His electric bat would swing and her sonic scream would piece his ears. Destruction came with them and you would have thought that they had never been friends. 

She caught his fist in hand one night. They were away from the others. Bubbles held his closed hand as dark blue sparks ignited from his palm. Rage bubbled within her as their eyes met. 

For a moment she stopped fighting him and her lips parted slightly. The memory of her grabbing his hand to pull him towards the flowers at recess flooded her mind. 

Tears pricked the corner of her eyes as she held his gaze wondering if anything they had happened between them still remained in his mind. She knew it could never happen. Their friendship couldn’t coexist in this life. It was all too late. Maybe if she were braver back then. Maybe if she said hi to him in the halls or went to his bands gigs in high school, maybe if she smiled at him-

But it was too late. 

She saw that flicker of nostalgia in his eyes and it was over before she let it seep into her heart. 

She let out a blast from her own hands and pushed him five feet away from her. And yet he didn’t try to go after her. He stayed there floating and stared at her with his own tears knowing his brothers couldn't see him. 

The warmth of her hand faded as she flew away and left that bright blue streak in the sky. 

He knew and she knew. They were counterparts. Enemies. They hated each other. They had too. She was good and he was evil. It was black and white. 

And even with the rage that flooded his veins and coursed his mind, he never stopped thinking that she was brighter than the sun.  

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#boomubbles #ppg blue #ppg fic #bubbles ppg #boomer ppg #thewritingstar

[jostepherjoestar]

👑Hewwu Queen 👑 is it alright if I request DIO in part 3 meeting his descendant?. Like he basically had a kid accidentally in part 1 and now he’s meeting their great grandkid who looks allot like him and seems to not be fully human. Maybe he meets them at night since their family was traveling around the world and stopped off in Egypt where he found them maybe listening to music?

Since you write for DIO, is it alright if I request that he somehow meets one of his kid after they get into some time travel shenanigans. Maybe his kid has a stand that is kinda similar to his but they aren’t confident in using it

DIO aiding his helpless descendant 

sfw / gn reader 

notes/warnings: implied assault (on your great-great grandmother)

Another case of two anons thinking alike!! It was really fun to think about this and sorry for taking so much time to get to it :o I hope you’ll still enjoy 💖✨also the pacing is strange/fast (to me), but i felt it fit with how frantic i imagine meeting Dio is

Somewhere between irking Jonathan and wishing to destroy any respectful sliver of the Joestar bloodline, Dio had his own way of indulging and spending his time. Men, women; any creature he could manipulate to his will and suck the life out of to join his dark army was welcome in his dimly lit hideout to meet their fate. The self proclaimed god that had surmounted humanity took pleasure in playing with his food; leaving them in complete darkness, literally. He’d let them suffer in silence, hearing them whimper and regret their choice to ever step foot inside the wicked monster’s palace. But it was always too late.

Except for the very night Jonathan had decided to come spoil the fun and ruin Dio’s playtime. The woman hadn’t meant anything to him, just a toy to play with and to later discard on the pile of other bodies strewn about. Was she glad to have been saved by the burly Joestar? At first yes; brought back to her senses, out of that monster’s grasp but left terribly violated. Left to carry and care for the offspring Dio would never know or care about, too busy being left to slumber in the ocean and gaining a new form from his hated ‘brother’.

Dio rose again, skulking in the shadows of dimly lit cities, looking for any and all petty humans and stand users to claim for his side. It took time and patience he didn’t know he possessed to get fully comfortable in his new body. There was always this inkling, a nagging sonar that kept getting louder and louder, not much unlike his connection to the new generation of Joestars. It grasped at his thoughts, kept him from any semblance of peace of mind -as much as he could acquire it- and there seemed to be no way of silencing it. He couldn’t see a clear picture; it was just nothing but an annoying sense of something being near.

He had searched for weeks like a bloodhound hot on a trail, irritated that he of all people, nay creations, was being made to follow and be obedient to the terrible nagging. It angered him greatly and only when he found a mere youngster sitting on a bench, you, a simple looking human, did it boil over. Sat with your walkman resting next to you on the wooden seating, head bopping along to your newest cassette in the middle of the night. Completely lost in the song you’d been drumming along to with your fingers. Dio was furious but knew better than to strike before investigating, he needed answers and he needed them now.

As he got closer to you, sneaking from behind, he noticed an immediate shift. You were no longer alone. An image, a blur that became clearer and steadier and more live-like as each second passed; posing defensively, staring down Dio with a fire in your eyes not much unlike the tall blonde’s. Not for a moment does he fear for his safety. Even though The World is a newly acquired power it could easily wipe out a scrawny kid without even hitching a breath. He smirks, eyes cast over in shadow by the dim street light as he hears you pause your cassette player.

“Oh? Was I disturbing you?’ he mocks in a smirk, catching the way your eyes glint and the vaguely familiar image you awaken in him. Just like before he’s left to figure out who this annoying hazy memory is. His voice shivers down your very being, goosebumps taking over your skin; not sure if you had already missed your chance to run. It was like his glare fixated you in place, finger still resting on the pause button of your player while the other reached up to remove the flimsy headphones.

“You…” you barely get out the word. The accusatory tone you had tried to convey had watered down to a whimper. You had felt the connection too, something nagging at your soul and stringing you along until you’d finally found the source. “Me? Hah! No, you.” Dio slid closer, his steps so quiet and calculated that even though you couldn’t take your eyes off of him you swore it seemed like he floated. You swallowed thickly, the huge figure that excluded an aura so menacing only a meter away from you.

“So. Who are you and why was it so disgustingly annoying to find you?” he joked impertinently, amused by the way you clenched your jaw at his remark. “I could ask you the same.” a brave little spark still smouldering inside. “DIO. Now don’t make me ask again, you’re making me dreadfully inpatient.” He hadn’t felt the need to kill you, at least not yet. Dio was truly curious about your answer but by the looks of it you really didn’t seem to know all that much.

You begrudgingly gave him your name, in need of some answers yourself. The sound of your name didn’t ring a single bell, not a tick, not a clank. Nothing. Not a single step further to knowing anything. “Well it seems like you do have a stand. Maybe you possess a great power that might be useful to me.” that wicked grin on his face told you a little too much of his motivations. He reminded you of those Saturday morning cartoon villains. But still you felt compelled to listen, ignoring every single red flag.  

Deciding to humour him you give out your stand’s name. “Trust me, we can’t really do much.” you huffed. You’ve only obtained your stand recently and honestly, it has been pretty shitty so far. You didn’t know exactly what it could do, it was just there. Any time you felt stressed or in danger it did come to your aid but it remained awfully docile. Their presence comforted you but you just knew it was capable of so much more.

“Are you a vampire?” The sudden question came out more surprised than Dio had hoped to let on. He regained his posture, opting to slide next to you on the bench with a swift move. There was something… off about the way you carried yourself that reminded him of himself and the other vampires he’d created. The question stunned you, your eyes that had already been widened in shock only growing more so. The way he had changed the entire conversation that had barely earned its start urged you to think quickly. “I don’t know.” you mumbled demurely. You really didn’t know. So many weird things had been happening to you lately that you being a vampire would explain a lot.

Your answer seemed to change the imposing man’s gaze and expression. It hardened a bit, his grin now slowly diminishing into a straighter line and his pointed brows resting down at a more natural angle. Even in this low light his image felt so familiar, like you were already supposed to know who he was but the memory remained hidden. Locked away for your safety. “You should feed. And don’t go out in daylight anymore.” Dio paused for a second. “Strange...” He pondered to himself out loud. He’s only seen a few cases like this, vampiric genes passed down through generations. For some reason he pitied you, as much as he could muster it. The unknown bond you shared felt too unusual to write off.

“What am I supposed to do?” you felt tears prick your eyes, trying your best to remain strong but you’ve been so tired. You couldn't confide in anyone, not about this. Tears started rolling, falling in thick streams down your cheeks and dropping onto your lap. Here you were, crying to a stranger named Dio about being a vampire and having weird powers. A bizarre twist of fate.

“First of all, stop crying. Then, widen your stance when you’re about to fight someone. I could have easily knocked you down with that flimsy imitation. Fix your posture while you’re at it. Call out your stand again.” He rattled off his demands quickly and flatly. Was he helping you? They were barbed complaints but it seemed like he actually wanted to aid you in whatever it was you were going through. You sniffled, wiping at your cheeks. You felt like a kid again; asking your parent for any reassurance when life knocked you down.

Dio actually offered a lot of viable advice, telling you about techniques to silence your steps, how to take someone down easily, to feed on humans within an inch of their life. You had asked him, just in case. You weren’t planning on killing anyone; a comment which made him scoff. That intimidating impression and overall feeling of having to bend to his will had lessened the more you talked to the blonde. He casually sat with you for what felt like hours. He hadn’t divulged into his own history, instead asking you about yours. He was still trying to figure out what this weird pull was.

“No one in your family has experienced anything like this before? Hmph. It seems to have skipped multiple generations then.” he was asking about your great grandmother and all the others that came before you. It could have occurred to them but you would have never known. “My family did come from England, though. My great-great grandmother fled in a hurry. We don’t really know why, Windknight’s Lot seems like an unusual place to frantically run from.” As soon as the small town’s name left your lips everything fell into place for Dio. His grin grew again, satisfied to finally know your connection to him.

Family.

One he made for himself, by accident, by a relation created on his own devious whim. Not that horrible Joestar bunch that kept ruining his fun or his horrible father that was but a faint minuscule memory. Something he did. It brought him even more satisfaction to know how perfectly in place it felt for you to be the one to develop these powers at the perfect time. His mind could have exploded with possibilities; a thousand ways to make you join his side. But it didn’t, he wasn’t sure that’s what he wanted yet. And he surely wasn’t going to tell you of your bond either, lest you get attached too quickly.

As you finished up and the early signs of a rising sun were starting to make itself known on the horizon, you were saying your goodbye’s. “Thank you for helping me. Truly, I- I don’t know how I-” you weren’t allowed to finish your earnest thanks. Dio knew you meant it, one of the only few truly grateful acknowledgements he’s ever received. “I’ll be taking over the world in a few months. If you feel so inclined to join, you know where to find me.” His lips curled into a smirk and he was making his move to leave you behind, alone on the bench again. Left to scramble for your stuff to try and stop him but he was already out of sight. “WAIT! I don’t know where to find you! You never told me!” you yelled into the empty streets, heart thumping out of your chest, hoping this wasn’t just a very elaborate dream you were caught in.

“Trust your instincts.” The voice felt incredibly close but so far away, like catching a falling snowflake; as soon as you grasped it, it just melted away.

#cozy request #dio x reader #jjba x reader #dio brando x reader #jojo x reader #jjba fic #jjba imagines #jojo's bizarre adventure #NOT INC*ST for the love of all that is good #DIO #sfw #gn reader

[imkylotrash]

For The Sake Of Being Honest

Pairing: Sam Harvey x reader

Request: The reader is close friends with Sky and Sam thinks he's not good enough cause he's "just an earth fairy" but they really like each other and have a cute confession at prom. Anonymous

“I hear you had a study night with Sam last night,” Stella gushes linking her arm with yours. Immediately, you feel the heat in your cheeks. 

“It wasn’t a date,” you say weakly even though your heart is beating a little faster just at the thought of going on a date with Sam. You’ve been wanting that since the first day you laid eyes on him but he hasn’t made a move and honestly, you’ve been too scared to make the first move. 

“Sure it wasn’t,” Stella teases knowing how you feel for Sam. It’s not really a secret to anyone but somehow, Sam has managed to stay ignorant much to everyone else’s amusement. 

“Stella,” you warn not in the mood for another lecture on how you should just tell him. You weren’t confident like her, you don’t think you could handle rejection. She waves Sky over when you reach the cafeteria. 

“Sky, please tell her that she should do something about her crush on Sam.” You know she means well but Sky knows it won’t end well if you’re pushed so he shuts it down. 

“Stella? How about we let Y/N make their own decision, huh?” He nods at her arm still linked with yours and yet again Sky proves just why he’s your best friend. 

“I was just-”

“I know. And it’s sweet, but not today.” She gives you an apologetic look before she makes her exit leaving you and Sky to watch her join the other Winx girls. Finally, you can breathe again. As much as you like Stella, she can be a little suffocating when she has an agenda. 

“Thank you.” 

“Don’t mention it,” Sky shrugs leading the two of you to the line at the cafeteria. He grabs two sandwiches before spinning around to face you. 

“Roof or field?” he asks and you shake your head. 

“Is that even a question?” The two of you head to the roof finding your usual spot. From here you have a view of the entire training field and if you stand up, you can even spot some of the mountains on the other side of the forest. It’s your favourite place at Alfea. 

“I have to ask you something,” Sky says. 

“Anything,” you reply looking over at him. Objectively, you know he’s handsome but you’ve never felt attracted to him and you think that’s why you’ve become so good friends. Sky has never been able to keep friends that were girls. He’s handsome and kind, it’s a recipe for disaster. Luckily, your heart has been too busy pining after Sam to even notice Sky like that. 

“What is a prom?” He pronounces it like it’s something dangerous and it makes you laugh. 

“Where did you even hear that word?” 

“I overheard some fairies talking about it. Apparently, it’s an Earth thing and I figured since you grew up there, you would know what it is.” He’s right. You would know what it is. In all secrecy, you’d always really wanted to go to prom but you never made it to your final year of high school before Farah came to get you. And prom wasn’t a thing here at Alfea. 

“I do know what it is. It’s a high school party. Everyone is dressed up real fancy and have dates. It’s to celebrate the students that are in their final year.” 

“Oh.” He doesn’t say anything else while you finish eating. 

“I have to go. But if I can just give you an advice, wear something nice tonight.” He climbs back in through the window and disappears. You have no idea what he’s got going on but when you return to your room, you decide to follow his advice and pick out a nice outfit. 

“You look great!” Musa says as soon as she walks through the door. 

“Thank you,” you reply narrowing your eyes at her. Why does everything feel so suspicious right now?

“Sky wants to see you down in the cafeteria,” Musa says trying her hardest not to smile only adding to the feeling that something is going on. Then it hits you. Sky talking about prom, making Stella back off. Sure, you’ve never liked him, but you never thought he might like you. Oh no. 

“Guess I’ll get going then,” you say slowly walking towards the door silently preparing yourself to turn down your best friend. You refuse to use any clichés such as “It’s not you, it’s me” but you’re just so confused why he would do this. He knows you like Sam. You’ve liked Sam longer than you’ve known Sky. It doesn’t make any sense that he would be doing this. You take a deep breath in an attempt to prepare you for what’s hiding behind the doors to the cafeteria. But when you finally do walk through the door, Sky is nowhere to be found. Instead Sam is standing in the middle of the room with something that looks oddly close to a corsage. 

“Sam?” You notice all the tables and chairs have been pushed to the sides of the room to create a huge space in the middle. 

“Hi,” he says twisting whatever it is he’s holding in his hands. He seems so nervous and it’s making you nervous. You were ready to reject your best friend but you weren’t ready for Sam. 

“I got you this.” He holds it out and you realise that it is in fact a corsage with yellow flowers - your favourite colour. He slides it into your wrist with shaking hands. 

“May I?” you ask noticing just how crooked his tie is. He nods letting you reach up to tighten up his tie. 

“I had the weirdest chat with Sky the other day,” he says once you’ve finished. Instantly, your heart starts beating a little faster. Did Sky tell him something?

“Give me a second,” he mutters turning around. He starts looking for something on the tables and exclaims loudly when he finds whatever he’s looking for. When he turns around, he’s holding a cardboard sign saying “Prom?” It even has a little heart drawn, it’s enough to make your knees weak. He’s looking at you with a smile waiting for your answer. 

“Yes, of course.” Was there really any other answer? He wraps his arms around your waist to lift you up and spin you around. At the same time, someone hits the lights and instead pink lights light up the entire room. The cafeteria starts filling up with the other fairies and specialists. Sam made prom happen for you. 

“We should go talk,” he whispers in your ear as the music starts playing. You nod in agreement following him to a quieter place outside. You can still hear the music playing inside proving to you that this isn’t just a dream. 

“Right off the bat, you look absolutely stunning. Like easily the prettiest fairy I’ve ever seen,” he smiles. Your heart skips a beat when he stutters from pure nerves. You have a feeling you know what he’s going to say but you don’t dare assume. Your heart would quite literally shatter if you were wrong. 

“I had a chat with Sky who told me that I should do something about how I feel for you,” he swallows doing his best to keep his voice steady, “and I told him it didn’t matter because I saw how you looked at him. Which makes sense because he’s this hot specialist and I’m just an earth fairy. Literally the most boring power so I never thought I’d stand a chance.” You might just burst with happiness right about now. He likes you too. 

“How could you ever think you wouldn’t be good enough? I’ve liked you for years now, Sam Harvey. I thought you just wanted to be friends.” 

“Why would I ever want to be just friends. Do you have any idea what you do to me every time I see you?” Gently, he pulls you in placing a hand on your lower back to hold you close. It’s the most forward you’ve ever seen him be but you really like it. 

“Probably the same as when I see you.” Tonight is for being honest. You don’t want to hide your feelings and here Sam stands telling you everything you’ve dreamed of for so long. 

“Can I kiss you?” It warms your heart that he’s so attentive asking for permission and not just taking what he wants. It makes you want him so much more. 

“Yes,” you whisper closing your eyes. He leans down kissing you softly. It’s the perfect first kiss. You see in his eyes the same thing you feel. A kiss isn’t enough. But you want to take things slow and enjoy every second with him. 

“Let’s go dance,” he says knowing exactly how you. He holds out his arm and you happily accept letting him lead you back inside.

“So, you think Sky is hot?” You’re teasing him and he knows it. 

“I’m a guy, I’m not blind.” You both laugh as he leads you back to the dance floor. It’s a slow song but you don’t mind it. You rest your head on his shoulder and he wraps his arms around your waist. It feels so natural like you’ve done it a million times before. It’s the first dance, but definitely not the last of the night. The clock is 4am before you finally decide to go to bed. Just this once, he sneaks into your room and stays cuddled up with you. 

“Thank you for tonight,” you whisper enjoying the last few moments of it. 

“I’m glad you liked it.” 

#sam harvey blurb #sam harvey gif #sam harvey x reader #sam harvey imagine #sam harvey #fate winx club #fate the winx saga #fate the winx club #winx saga #winx club #fate winx #fate

[probably-haven]

can i just... choir AU..... hear me out because this is the funniest shit.

Bard boy first, Venti is a soprano, no i dont take criticism. He’s actually really good at singing from natural talent alone and he knows it but he also loves attention and you cant get that by staying in line. He’s that bitch who ignores the sign to stop, sings the high notes just a wee bit higher to stand out, add random notes that definitely were not in the sheet music. He’s a prodigy but the teacher is just so fucking done.

then there’s Bennett, He’s probably a tenor. He’s really into it- and he really loves being a part of the class but he’s- really fucking bad at singing, and it doesn’t help that his voice keeps cracking loudly at the worst possible times every time without fail. They were doing one of their performances once and Bennett fell off the raised platform thing and ‘broke a leg’ literally. his chair keeps breaking every time he sits on it. always shows up to concerts at least 15 minutes late and covered in who knows what.

Razor can’t read. He can’t read the notes for the music and he cant read the lyrics for the music, he’s just trying to do everything by ear and it is- not working. He probably howled during a concert because he got exhausted from trying to imitate everyone for the past two songs. Somehow is better at following along when the song is in a different language. they made him a tenor too. tried to sneak one of his dogs into class once. 

Jean has like 5 different extra curriculars and still manages to practice choir more than almost any other kid in the class and is probably gonna burnout before long. She was a soprano during first year but asked to be switched to alto when Barbara was put in soprano because she wanted to be able to harmonize with her sister. 

Barbara is a soprano, as stated, wants to be an idol and is one of a couple who actually practice harder than Jean at it. She studies music theory in her free time which Jean tries to help with but Barbara resists because please Jean has enough on her plate already. The ideal choir student, helps everyone with their stuff and actually memorizes all the different parts so she can do that better, though she has to raise it an octave for the lower parts. Beautiful singing voice. 

Fischl is another alto. She’s... technically good- like she could be good if she just... sang... but every time she does she does it with the most over the top exaggerated voices/accents because she thinks it makes it sound better. A lot of the time when she walks into class tho theres this big ass raven just perched on her head or shoulder and its intimidating as fuck. It keeps following her and she calls it her familiar. It’s only fitting as the prinzessin der verurteilung afterall.

Sucrose is a soprano and sings beautifully, shes another one with a decent grasp of music theory... but she doesn’t have the most confidence in her singing ability so she does it really quietly or sometimes just mouths the words on bad days. Also she tries not to but she keeps zoning out and accidentally missing the sign to stop- a truly terrifying experience as she’s left the only one still singing, though most of these times Venti will quickly resume singing loudly and obnoxiously to take away some of the attention.

Mona is here for the easy A. She’s an alto but doesn’t really pay attention to what any of the notes actually are, alto parts tend to be pretty monotone anyway, so its fine, right? She has more interesting things to worry about like memorizing everyone’s birth charts and reminding the teacher every single time one of their planets is in retrograde. Skips performances if the astrology says its an unlucky day.

Noelle not the best singer but a sweetheart and the unofficial TA probably. She’s a soprano and she always auditions for solos but- when her competition is Venti and Barbara... lets just say she’s still trying. Probably takes professional voice lessons or something to be able to improve. overall takes it way too seriously for an elective. 

Rosaria is an alto and she’s actually really fucking good... if she tried. The songs are stupid and what is this- fucking latin? and she says exactly how she feels about it. probably suggests that the choir sing a Billie Eilish song instead or something- like seriously why are all the choir songs so religious isn’t that illegal or something? she does sing the right notes but ensures that every single word sounds like a chore. She wouldnt have bothered at all but Barbara is oddly convincing

Lisa is an alto as well. Very pretty voice and is good at getting the notes and stuff but she doesn’t look at her sheet music at all- she’s just really good at doing it by ear. She’ll get the packet and be like ‘aww, thanks’ before just closing it and putting it behind her without a second glance and then still somehow manages to get it right.

Amber is a soprano and she loves it, her voice is about average but the energy she puts behind it make her really fun to listen to. not the best voice for a choir but that’s okay because she’s having fun and makes other people have fun Probably the type to randomly start singing choir song during passing period, it helps her remember them afterall!

Eula’s family probably had her join. She’s an alto as well and definitely 100% has voice lessons. Probably assumes that everyone does and talks about them like everyone knows exactly what she’s talking about. Always declares vengence every time someone gets something wrong enough for the teacher to point out... or whenever someone tries to help her. 

I’m sorry but Albedo is tone deaf. He’s a tenor because honestly- mondstadt’s tenor section is doomed anyway with Bennett and Razor. He does very much understand music theory though and has a tendency to suggest changes to the music that somehow end up working better than the original piece- and yet he sucks at performing it. doodles on his sheet music. 

deep breath

Diluc is a baritone... the only one- but to be fair mond doesn’t have a lot of dudes and choirs dont usually have a lot either. Joined choir because he thought he wouldnt be in the same class as Kaeya and he was very disappointed. He does try though since he’s the only one in his section and if he messed up they would know exactly who it is.

Kaeya is a tenor. makes comments about how since tenor is higher than baritone it means that Kaeya is above him. Taking full advantage of the fact that the date to transfer classes passed. He’s actually pretty good at singing but he’s not the best at reading music, which Diluc is quick to remind him of whenever the need for a comeback arises.

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what’s your headcanons about the duo? recently i’ve rewatched the resurrection movies and cant help build various scenario in my head.

here’s mine though. Sorry it’ll be super long

• Lelouch found that CC’s hand was always cold so he likes to hold it all the time.

• During their early journey, they’ve decided to bought a trailer. But lelouch cant drive, so CC teach him one.

• CC’s were sensitive to cold but too proud to said it. One night, Lelouch realizes that she’s shaking in their tent and silently takes her in his arm

• He hates when CC talks about the mindless state he was. Not because how useless he is, but because it reminds him of how much a pain she suffers for him. It breaks his heart.

• Lelouch found a woman in desperate need of labor at the forest one day. CC’s expertly help her and deliver the baby successfully. That night, he told her that when CC names that baby girl, he felt like wanted to pick her up and told the entire world of how proud he is for having CC in his side.

• He’s blushed like a pig whenever CC’s mention the word ‘bath’ for he knows she’s seen it all.

• Lelouch good at singing, and CC’s could play ukulele. One day, nunnally visits them in their hideout and found the immortal duo lovingly sang a song together while holding each other close.

• They dont says ‘I love you’ to each other, instead lelouch once declared “If i had to choose one to spent eternity with, I’ll choose you. Not because your loyalty but because i knew life wouldnt be so bored with you”

• Lelouch takes various jobs over the years. He started as a writer for many good years to sponsor their endeavors. Then he learns from Jeremiah to farm. A teacher, doctor, programmer.

• Lelouch found it hard to express his affection towards her so he always opted to talk about their fragment endeavors.

• Until they settle down in a secluded house and found himself the pleasure of sex.

• CC secretly dying for lelouch to kiss her. Not like that she cant, she just want him to be the one who initiate it.

• At one point in their life, CC’s longs for a child they could never have. one day, there’s an orphan baby borns in the hospital he works for and he told her they could adopt him.

• Lelouch would never said it but he could start another rebellion for CC.

• Sometimes during the next movie timeline, CC’s were captured and tortured. She doesnt wakes up for several weeks due to they tamper with her code. When she wakes up, CC found Lelouch kills hundred of them to avenge her.

This is a fanfic all on its own. 🤩 You're tempting me to write things or start stuff I shouldn't because there are other stories that need writing. 🤣 Reading and imagining this made me want to cry because I can totally picture everything in my head.

As a fact, most of yours parallel with mine, mainly these:

He hates when CC talks about the mindless state he was. Not because how useless he is, but because it reminds him of how much a pain she suffers for him. It breaks his heart.

Lelouch takes various jobs over the years. He started as a writer for many good years to sponsor their endeavors. Then he learns from Jeremiah to farm. A teacher, doctor, programmer.

CC secretly dying for lelouch to kiss her. Not like that she cant, she just want him to be the one who initiate it.

Post Re;surrection, here's my headcanons 😉

C.C. is the one making the living during the early days of their Geass hunt, mostly because Lelouch needs to stay hidden.

C.C. is the one who reminds Lelouch to call Shirley or at least see her...

They travel mainly by sea or land. No airfares here, considering the nature of airport security.

As well connected to shady people as I think C.C. is, I doubt she has top-level clearance to even sneak into an airport undetected... They could, but it's too much work for their current circumstance and is more trouble than it's worth. One day, they will. But in the beginning of their search, nah.

Lelouch will make sure to procure fake passports, IDs, and everything else.

Wait... On second thought, Lelouch has a Geass. I almost forgot... 🤣 FUCK! I guess they can travel by plane. (I still think it's impractical). But they can only do it if they successfully tie up loose ends along the way.

Lelouch picks up online ghost writing or proofreading as a career once they settle in Switzerland.

All the online money he earns goes to C.C.'s bank account, because he hasn't established a fake one yet.

It bothers him that C.C. is in-charge of their funding.

Lelouch does a financial audit every month. He used to do it bi-weekly, but C.C. told him that over-obsessing about budget is never a good thing.

On a more serious note, I think C.C. cuts back on her pizza eating for the first few years.

C.C. has a subdued personality for the first few months or the first year together with L.L...

Lelouch spends discreet time trying to coax C.C.'s mischievousness out again. He kind'a misses it.

He asks C.C. about his mindless state once in a while, when it's necessary. But he avoids it because he hates how useless he was, and he hates being reminded that he burdened her so.

It takes a while before they end up actually kissing.

They're open to talking about their deep thoughts, but are still a teeny bit hesitant to cross the line to romance. (Even if they're practically married at this point).

They have matching rings. (Not engagement or wedding rings or promise rings. Just matching jewelry -- according to them anyway).

They're fucking married.

Lelouch caught C.C. singing lullabies to him once, because she thought he was falling asleep.

C.C.'s multi-lingual skills will shine.

Lelouch is beginning to think world history on the internet is unreliable. Mostly because of C.C. (That girl is a walking encyclopedia, literally).

C.C. loves surprising Lelouch with random facts about her involvement in some events during history. She does it at the most random times, but mostly when they're on a Geass hunt.

They mouth "I love you" once in a while. They don't say it out loud. Just mouth it... 😍🥰

Hugging... Lots of hugging.

Lelouch eventually replaces Cheese-kun. 👏 It's his greatest achievement yet.

Lelouch and C.C. will cease to exist one day. Especially when all those spare body parts from C's World run out, because Lelouch broke that place. (CG creators, please explain the lore behind the Code and the Geass).

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