#rock songs ARE determined you're right baby!!

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For anyone interested, following up on that preschool dance time incident, I have finally put together a playlist of my child's (current) favorite songs.

I have, over past few months of building this list and in the past few days of pruning it of old tracks she's not into anymore, asked her the name of each song, the artist, and what she thinks about it. These are her responses.

Time of your life by the band singer called Greeeeeeen Day SHHH NO DON'T TALK THAT'S MY SONG I WANNA HEAR IT!!! *sings along with shocking accuracy*

Middle by Jimmy in the World I think maybe it's about a roller coaster, and you have to be patient too. 'Cause see, it says "It just takes some time," so now you have to wait, and be patient.

PAIN by 'Magine Dragons I'm a freight train named PAIN! So this is my song. ^_^

Gimme that Fire OOOOOOEEEOOOO by.... um... i don't know this guy You know, you should not touch fire, it's HOT. Also, don't say gimme, you can say please, that's more polite.

Polaroid by 'Magine Dragons *too busy singing along to offer commentary*

Here Comes the Sun doo-doo-doo-doo by I don't know, that's a singer but probably I don't know their name I think that's about how it's okay, so don't worry. See? 'It's alright.' So it's alright!

It's the Hotdog Song! by It's Green Day too! This one is really called Polly Anna, but its picture is a hotdog on the music website on the computer, so it makes me think of hotdogs. I think this one is for being optimistic! *thumbs up* YEAH!

Record Player by Um.... It's the guys that sing it, and a girl sings it too What is a record player? Why did she dyed her hair green? 🤔 Oh, he says he's in the elevator, I like to go on elevators too. 😊

Be Careful by I don't know who sings that, I just like it because it says "be careful," and it's good to be careful. It's a dramatic song, so you have to do a dramatic dance. Like BALLET. *the most dramatic ballet dancing you've ever seen*

BONES by That's 'Magine Dragons, too. I think I like 'Magine Dragons a LOT. Magic isn't real, but this is a being determined song. *muscle arms*

I don't know what this one's called, but I think the band is Green Day, because it sounds like that. This one's got the big drums that are really loud, and that's why it's a rock song. I like rock songs, they're DETERMINED.

Am A Mess by A. J. R? He maybe needs a bath if he is messy... [see also] I like that funny whistle sound.

Astronaut in the Ocean (that's a rap song) by *shrug* That's really silly, because astronauts go to space, not the ocean. I think he needs a spaceship instead. Maybe he's lost and that's why he's in the ocean instead of space.

The Stick Song by Um... Mama? Who does sing this one? Stick is not a season-- the seasons are like winter and summer-- but it is a fun song. *proceeds to do a tappy kicky dance* [see also] You should probably not drink alcohol-- some people like to drink it, but it can make you real sick in your brain and your tummy-- so I think he needs juice instead. Maybe his friends will bring some for Christmas.

Shotgun by That guy also sings the other song we heard in the car, and he has a deep voice that is ~calm~ It must be hot where he's going, because he says 'hot sun' a lot. But what does "feelin like a someone" means...? 🤔

Daylight by The Guy Who Sings It It says 'running from the daylight,' but the daylight is just the sun, and you can't run away from the sun because it's all over, so maybe he just likes to stay inside until it is night. Yeah, that's what that means.

Paint the Town Red by Lady Rap Singer There is a part with a rap- a girl rap singer, because most rap singers are boys but she's a girl- and she says UGH like something is yucky. I like that part. But why does she say UGH?

SUNYOOF by ???? It is called SunROOF, but it sounds like he says sunYOOF, so I call it sunyoof. And we have a sunroof in our car, so I like this song in the car the most.

Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift I don't know how the summer is crool, but that's just what it says. [see also] WHAT? Blue is not a shape! *thinks* My body is shaped like arms and legs, not blue....

Liddle Bit of Sunshine by One-Re-Public, that's also who sings the song Counting Stars Mama, when it says SUNSHINE you gotta open the sunroof because it says 'throwing up the shade for a little bit of sunshine," so you gotta let in the sunshine, okay?

Young by Miley Cyrus *also too busy singing along with shocking clarity to make comments*

Antee Heeeero by Taylor Swift I don't know why she says she's a monster on a hill, because she's just a girl.

The one with the deedle-ee-deedle-ee-dee-dee guitar thing by *still busy playing air banjo* I think this one is about being patient, because he says he's gonna wait, and that takes a LONG time. And it has a good harmonies, that's the part where it's like a duet, only lots of guys sing so it goes "ooooooo" together, and then the guitar thingy goes like *kicking and flailing* like that!

I think she's got a future in writing music reviews, js

#music #adventures of bean #i love my kid so much guys #she's the coolest little person i know #and her worldview is just so refreshing and delightful #rock songs ARE determined you're right baby!! #and a well-played banjo DOES feel like *joyful kicking and flailing* #Spotify

[ugotcooneycrossed]

a christmas education • kyra cooney-cross

a/n: little something based off this since its christmas tmr

you're determined to educate your girlfriend on all things christmas

------------------------------------------------------------the build up to an appropriate time to blast christmas music has you buzzing. having been on the team for two years now- everyone has promptly banned you from anything christmas related until december first. a rule in place after your first year with the team, when you rocked up to training donning a santa hat, singing jingle bells at the top of your lungs, two days after halloween.

so, the moment your alarm sounds on the first of december- you shoot up in bed, in your excitement, you momentarily forget your girlfriend spent the night, and you send her tumbling out of bed.

leaning over the other side you smile at her sheepishly- she's sprawled out on the floor, face hidden in the mass of blankets she brought down with her.

"oops- sorry ky."

she sends you a thumbs up- sitting up fully now. her hair still messy and yawning.

"come on kyra- it's christmas time!"

"it's only the first baby."

"umm yeah- the first of december! now come on-there is so much christmas music we can listen to from now until training."

-

"tell me baby- do you recognise me?! its been a year, it doesnt surprise me!"

"oh god- here she comes."

you dance into the change rooms- invisible microphone in hand. your christmas sweater-complete with flashing lights, bells, and a protruding, squeaky, red nose- jingles as you shimmy your way to your locker.

"merry christmas everyone!"

kyra comes in after you- dragging her feet, she stops at lia, whispering in the older woman's ear.

"why didnt you tell me she's crazy?"

-

you steal the gym speaker before anyone else can-connecting your phone and ignoring the groans that ring out.

"babe! what's your favourite christmas song?"

"uhh- i don't know."

"what do you mean, you dont know?!"

"if im being honest (y/n), i dont know much about christmas stuff."

kyra shrugs-brushing off it off, smiling at you. but when she see's your mouth hanging open- eyes bewildered and unresponsive, her smile faulters.

"babe?"

"what do you mean, 'you dont know much' about christmas kyra!"

"dunno- just never really thought much about it."

"we- i need to fix this."

-

"so, first we decorate the tree- yes i did take everything off, so we can do it all over again together and listen to all the christmas music possible, then we're going to decorate gingerbread houses and watch all the christmas movies."

you smile proudly- standing in front of your now bare christmas tree.

-

"rudolph the red nose reindeer- something, something, some-something."

kyra sings softy under her breath- moving around the tree- hanging the ornaments on gently.

finally, you reach down- handing her the star, and nodding to the top of the tree.

"you want me to put this on?"

"yeah!"

-

"okay- so we'll start with the grinch- and then see where we get from there!"

you watch kyra decorate and watch the movie with a grin- something about kyra loving the grinch just makes so much sense.

-

"done!"

you look up from yours- the final touches perfecting your house, you look at her's, then yours, then back to hers.

she's brandishing it to you proudly- grinning at you with frosting around her lips.

the roof of her house has collapsed in- some of her gummy lollies half bitten and stuck to random parts of the house. most of the frosting probably eaten instead of holding together the walls of her house.

"its beautiful?"

"thanks! i know right!"

-

"now this is my favourite part of christmas."

you take her hand- leading her to your bedroom, the door open.

"your bed?"

"no you idiot- look up!"

"why do you have a random bush-"

"its mistletoe ky."

"ohhh- oh- oh."

you put your hands around her neck- her own wrapping around your waist- and you share a sweet kiss.

"mmh- you taste like frosting."

#kyra cooney cross x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso

[theold-ultraviolence]

Hello my beloved Irma. For the Valentine’s Day fic fest, could we get 4 and 9 (“first time” and “lingerie”) with Eddie? ❤️

Slow And Easy • Eddie Munson x reader • 18+

summary: Always restless, Eddie’s energy burns bright, right to the bone. Until now that he’s got you on his lap... NSFW Warning: first time/loss of virginity, PIV sex. // Song prompt: Slow An' Easy by Whitesnake // Vday prompts: #4 first time, #9 lingerie • 2023 Vday ficlet fest masterlist

He’s always been fidgety. Never been known to slow down, never once seen with his mouth shut or his fingers still. 

Always restless, Eddie’s energy burns bright, right to the bone. 

Until now that he’s got you on his lap. 

His mouth is wide open, but silent.

His fingers are itching, but they remain still on your hips.

The only things moving frantically are his doe eyes, not knowing where to fix his gaze: your head thrown back in pleasure, or the intricate set of lingerie you're wearing.

A black lace bustier that pushes up your tits so beautifully while hugging your ribcage, along with matching high-waisted panties, and a garter belt holding up sheer stockings with a lace trim around your thighs. 

He never imagined this is what you’d look like on your first time. He'd pictured you demure and nervous, and ended up with the exact opposite, not that he's complaining. You're looking like a vixen right out of a Whitesnake music video – right out of his dirtiest fantasies.

Your figure is all wrapped up in dark yet elegant forms, like a present for his eyes only. Fuck all of those teddy bears and shitty candy people get on Valentine's day.

Nah, man – he thinks, you're it. He couldn’t even bring himself to take your lingerie off when it feels this good beneath his fingers, and the sight is enough to have him cumming on sight if it wasn’t for his self-restraint, paired with the fact that he’s determined to make this last for you. 

He slides your panties to the side, one hand holding yours while the other supports your hips, helping you come down on his cock, inch by inch, slowly. 

“Keep on pushing, babe…” He grits through his teeth as he feels your warmth welcoming him in, little by little. “Know you want it crazy, baby…”  

His words make you tremble and whimper – so soaked from his words alone that it becomes easier to take all of his length despite the resistance you initially feel. 

After you’re fully sat on him, after that sudden threshold of pain has finally been surpassed and you’re bouncing up and down on his cock, Eddie’s words rush from his lips once more, to the beat of his thrusts.

He's restless and all too excited now, grinding his hips up to meet you everytime you impale yourself on him, hands itching to grab and fondle every inch of your skin that he can.

“My heart is beating faster, babe…” he rambles, just as he sits up to mouth at your neck, to grasp at your ass every time your skin slaps against his. “It's beating like a big bass drum…” 

He gets close way too soon, so he reigns back, shaking his head and chuckling right into your chest, “Take me down slow and easy, baby…slow and easy…” 

The way he talks to himself makes you giggle – he really has no filter whatsoever, but it fills you up with a loving sensation you’ve never felt for anyone else. You comb his messy, sweaty curls back to reach his ear and whisper, “Make love to me slow and easy, Eddie…” 

And he does, he does, he does, all night long, to the languid rhythm of the guitar riff from the song he’s got playing in the background.

He fucks into you slow and easy until the melody of the solo fuels his hips to piston into you faster and faster once more – rocks you ‘till you’re burned to the bone – grasping at your stockings until they rip, and pulling at the straps of your bustier until your tits spill out for him to nibble and suck.

Soon, all sound fades out except for echoing of the guitar solo, and the staccato beat of your breath when you fall into his arms with a cheshire grin despite your lingerie being all ruined.

A/N: Lita and Bri, my beloveds!! I can't thank you enough for your support to my writing for so long!! Thank you so much for participating in my vday ficlet fest, I loved writing this one and I hope you enjoy it too!! Happy valentine's day! 🥰

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson smut #reader insert #fanfiction #stranger things #joseph quinn #my writing #vday ficlet fest

[obetrolncocktails]

Worry | Josh Kiszka X Reader

Warnings: Imposter syndrome, general insecurities, fluffy ending!

Word Count: 3.3K

A/N: I wrote most of this a few months ago after a televised charity event that GVF performed at, but I can't remember which one it was right now...I just remember the vibes being weird, and them not handing out roses, but they sounded incredible...so it kinda inspired me to write some angsty/sad stuff...don't worry, though. It ends on a good note.

Summary: An off-performance has pulled Josh into a depressive mood, and you're not sure what happened until you read his words off of the pages of his journal.

What if in the end, there’s no hands to reach for the white roses every night? No one singing our songs? Not a single tear shed from the meaningful experiences that tie us so close but so far from one another?

What if the stage lights dim and we wake up asking ourselves, ‘Where do we go from here?’

When will we know that we’ve stepped onto the final stage, and what will be the final utterance of those anthems that were once so intrinsically embedded within us? 

I fear…I fear that one day…

I fear that one day we will walk away, having spilled those last drops of determination for a door that ends up closing anyway. 

I never want to wake up to a day without you singing my songs back to me, your hands reaching out to me just to say, “I appreciate you–I love you–and we’re in this together…” 

It’s a painful burden that I carry…to even think about the possibility of it. But still, after performances like tonight’s, I just can’t help it. 

***

“Baby, you can’t sleep in all day. It’s literally almost one o’clock,” you whined, rolling over to rock Josh out of his seemingly impenetrable slumber. 

“Arggggh,” he grumbled, turning his body away from you, rolling back into the warmth of the comforter and pillows. “Five more minutes,” he mumbled. 

You should and would have been annoyed, but something in you softened, his body somehow beckoning for you. You crawled into bed beside him and wrapped your arms around his, leaning in to kiss his bare shoulder. You didn’t speak because you felt like you didn’t need to. One of his hands moved to drape over yours, squeezing your fingers lovingly. His head tilted slightly and he opened his eyes to groggily look at you. The sleep in his gaze, matched with the unkempt state of his hair made him look devastatingly beautiful in the natural light of the room. His amber eyes flooded into yours, and though he hadn’t smiled yet, you could see the love expressed through them. 

“Good morning, baby,” you said softly. 

“Afternoon,” he corrected, rolling over on his back and pulling you into his embrace to lay your head on his exposed chest. You laid there for a few drawn-out moments, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the warmth of his skin against your face. You enjoyed the tickle as his fingers ran through the length of your hair. He was particularly quiet today and you took notice, though you didn’t comment on it. 

“Usually you’re not such a late sleeper,” you spoke, looking up at him. You watched him as he stared straight ahead. You could tell that he was already so deep in thought when you spoke. 

“Hmm? Oh, well–just had to work the crowd a bit extra last night,” he said evasively. You knew he wasn’t telling the complete truth because he didn’t look you in the eye when he spoke–something he was usually very good at…He was far away today, and you weren’t sure why. You had mentioned going to the show last night to see them, but you had also made the trip to see the boys in three of their previous consecutive dates on tour. 

“It’s just for charity. We’re making an appearance–performing a quick set this time, shouldn’t be a big deal,” he had said as he sipped on his throat coat tea. “I know you’d prefer some time by yourself, baby.” He seemed nonchalant about the performance, but nonetheless excited to put on a show like any other day. 

“Are you sure?” You asked him again. You loved watching him and the boys perform. The charisma and talent was there every single night to a degree that left you constantly astonished at their endurance. It had to be tiring, but for Josh–he never seemed to let it wear him down. Yes, he had dealt with several health issues in the past, but he moved forward despite them, choosing to dismiss them as one of the sacrifices of being a touring band. It didn’t help considering how long the band had been touring over the last year. 

Today, however, he seemed especially distant–worryingly so. 

“I’m gonna go shower,” he said quietly, rolling out of bed and sauntering across the room. 

“Want me to join?” You asked with a hopeful tone, offering him a soft smile. 

“Oh, I won’t be in there long, baby. Just a quick shower. Love you,” he said, denying your offer. He leaned over the bed and pecked your lips quickly before turning and walking into the bathroom. 

You watched him turn and start the shower, and swallowed down the disappointment. 

Your eyes scanned the hotel room for a long moment, missing the look of his room at home, the comfort of the familiar and cozy space that you both knew so well. You pushed the sheets off of the bed and began to roll off of it, still feeling the warmth of Josh’s side. As you stepped off of the bed, you began to slip. Your eyes flew downward to regain your center of gravity. What the… you thought as you righted yourself, looking down to discover what you had slipped on. Josh’s journal. You bent to reach for it, picking it up, when a piece of paper from the hotel notepad slipped out of the pages and fell to the floor. The piece of paper had been extensively written on and it looked like it had been crumpled and discarded at first. You assumed Josh decided differently and decided to tuck it back into the book. Your eyes flitted up to the bathroom, hearing nothing except the water running and Josh humming a random tune. You didn’t want to invade his privacy, but something about this piece of paper urged you to flip it over and read it anyway. 

You sat at the edge of the bed, absorbing the words he had written on the page. You read them over and over, trying your best not to miss a single word. Anxiety wracked your body, both from the chances of being caught, and from the dense, emotional text. It broke your heart that Josh would even think about the fans not being there. From all of the shows that you had attended, the venues had gotten increasingly larger, the crowds louder and more dedicated–it just didn’t make sense that he would consider these things, let alone write them down. These feelings were very real, and he hadn’t told you about any of it. You gulped down your own feelings and slipped the paper back into the journal, setting it on the bedside table before reaching for your phone. You searched on twitter for any tell-tale signs that would tell you what the problem was. Admittedly, you didn’t watch the livestream last night. When you had told Josh, he had actually seemed relieved that you didn’t. At the time it had perplexed you. Now you wanted to kick yourself for missing it. 

‘Oh shit, let me tell you. I would claw someone’s eyes out for a rose from Josh. I wish he would have given them out,’ one tweet had said. ‘Bro that crowd was dead as fuck. They deserved better,’ another wrote. ‘They looked so upset while they played,’ read the third tweet. That was all you needed to see. You tossed your phone on the bed and got dressed. You and Josh needed to get out of these cramped four walls.

You got dressed within minutes and chose an outfit that Josh loved–a simple, slouchy pullover paired with jeans and boots. He had always told you that you made simple beauty look most exquisite because you didn’t have to try. That was the thing about Josh. He is who he is because of the amount of love that overwhelms his body, mind and soul. He wants nothing but the best for others, and most of the time he portrays the role of the cockeyed optimist. But today, you couldn’t help but watch his sparkle dim through the invisible storm cloud that schlepped above his head and into the shower.  

“Feel better?” you asked softly as he walked into the bedroom with a towel wrapped neatly around his waist. 

He nodded with a gentle smile. “I needed it, I think.” He looked at you. “You look beautiful, baby. Where are you going?” 

“You mean, where are we going?” You said, emphasizing ‘we.’ “We’re going on a walk. Let’s get out here. I’m tired of looking out from ten stories up, and I think you need a change in scenery.” You spoke lightheartedly. You knew he would attempt to stay in, but you wouldn’t let him. 

“Eh, well, I was just thinking about staying in, catching up on reading. I’ve been trying to finish that book for a week, you know,” he said, pinching the hair at the nape of his neck, indicating that though he wasn’t lying, the book wasn’t the reason he wanted to hide. 

“Josh. I am asking you to spend time with me. It’s not often that you have a day off with me, and I can tell you’re upset about something,” you said, stepping closer to him, taking his hand in yours. “Talk to me. A short walk. We don’t have to go to any stores…no cars…not even lunch. Just a walk. You and me,” you said, looking into his eyes, neutralizing your expression. “Please.”

Maybe you were being overbearing. Guilt tugged at you slightly, but you pushed it back down. You didn’t ever want Josh to feel like he needed to retreat emotionally, that he couldn’t speak to you. He hadn’t said much about the concert last night, anyway. So this would give you an opportunity to ask him. Surprisingly, he didn’t argue further. “Okay, let’s go,” he said, offering you a gentle smile that simultaneously filled your heart and broke it at the same time. 

The walk began quietly as you held hands, taking time to watch people and to take in the view of the busy city, watching so many people flit in and out of shops with armfuls of shopping bags. 

“No shopping,” Josh said with a grin, squeezing your hand. 

“I know,” you said, copying his expression. “But you can’t blame me for just looking,” you said, pushing into his shoulder playfully. 

“Can I buy you a coffee?” You asked. “I think we could both use the pick-me-up.”

“I’m buying,” he said. “Me paying it forward for waking up so late.” 

“Alright,” you nodded. “Let’s go.”

Ten minutes later, you both stepped out with fresh drinks in hand, sipping blissfully on the liquid joy. “Worth it. So worth it,” you said, the words falling out in a sing-song flutter. Josh was already well into his beverage, having tipped his nitro cold brew at an almost gulp. 

“I got this while you were waiting for the drinks,” you said, lifting a croissant in the air. 

“Give me some,” he said, reaching for the pastry as you walked together. 

“No, no no. It’s for the geese,” you told him. 

“Geese?” He asked, his brow wrinkling. You couldn’t help but giggle at how his nose crinkled. The way the corner of his lips tilted made your belly flip. 

“Come on, I saw them before we got coffee.” You took his hand and led him into an urban park that served as an oasis away from the honking horns, industrial screech of construction, and shouting people. In the center of the park, there was a rectangular man-made pond installed. There were several benches lining the perimeter. Gaggles of ducks and geese waddled about, taking bread and seeds from passersby. You led the way, walking to an empty bench and sitting down. Josh pulled you lovingly into his arms, something that was so innate, he didn’t even have to think about it. You both sat quietly, tearing pieces off of the croissant and tossing them to the ground, watching the birds peck at them. 

“Can I ask you something?” You asked, breaking the silence as you flung a piece in front of you. He looked up from the ground at you. 

“Sure,” he said, tossing a piece of croissant into his mouth. 

“What happened last night at the concert?” You asked, immediately regretting even mentioning it. He turned rigid as soon as the words left your mouth. 

“Eh, it was just a concert, not that much to report.” 

“Please don’t lie to me,” you said slowly, your voice shrinking quieter and quieter. He stopped talking. His eyes told you what you needed to know. You looked up at him, matching his gaze.

“I saw something that you wrote–this morning, before we left. I shouldn’t have read it, it was personal–” You spoke, adjusting nervously in your seat. He looked like he was going to turn green. You continued. 

“Josh, are you seriously worried about the band because of some stupid charity concert?” 

“You read my journal? Why would you do that?” He asked, his face growing angry before calming slightly. “And It wasn’t a stupid concert. It was for charity,” he corrected pointedly. “But you weren’t there. You don’t know. It was fucking embarrassing.” 

“You’re right. I shouldn’t have read it, and I’m sorry. But what do you mean it was embarrassing. What happened?” You asked, pulling your feet up on the bench to sit cross legged.

“No one sang our songs, no one swayed to light my love…no one even clapped, really.” He tossed more bread to the ground as he spoke. “We didn’t even give the roses away.” 

“What do you mean?” you asked, though you knew very well. 

“I didn’t even pass out roses, Y/n. There was no one to give them to.” 

“Okay, but that was just one concert,” you said, trying your best to be encouraging. “And it wasn’t your show, you know. You weren’t headlining.” 

“You’re not making me feel better, babe,” Josh said, looking over at you with an ironically amused expression. He shrugged before speaking again. “I don’t really know why I feel the way I do. It’s stupid.” 

You placed a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, it’s not stupid. Not in the slightest. There is so much pressure on all of you to do a great job every single night–and you know what? You’re also human. Did you feel this way the other night in Raleigh?” He shook his head. 

“No, that show was amazing,” he said, softly sniffling, looking ahead of you over the sparkling water. “This one just didn’t feel the same.” He shook his head. 

“You will play thousands and thousands of shows, Josh. Many of them will be strange, some will have technical difficulties, and others? Hell, you might forget the words or I don’t know, bust an ear drum?” You asked with a smirk. 

“Hey, hey, hey. Those were extenuating circumstances.” 

“My point is, you’ve got to shake this one off. You have millions of people out there that depend on your music to speak to them every night when you step on stage. You mean so much to so many people, and one weird show or performance can’t discount that, can it?” 

He shook his head. “No, not really. I just don’t want to disappoint them.” 

“You’ll disappoint them if you stop telling stories. You have a gift, Josh–and I’m not telling you this because I love you. The first thing I noticed about you when I first saw you play was the passion you have for music, and even more so, for your brothers. Jake, Sam, and Danny count on you just as much as you count on them,” you say. He picked at the seam of his pants while he listened. “I have an idea.” 

He looked up at you expectantly. “What?” 

“Why don’t you guys take some time during sound check tomorrow to play with something new? Something you love…literally anything. Take a break from this music for a second. You guys need to jam, you know?” You got up and decided you didn’t care about the way you looked. You began to play the air guitar in front of him. “Sing your favorite songs, right?” His eyes followed you as you pranced around in front of him, mimicking Danny and the way he plays the drums, and you tried your best to copy his expressions. Josh chuckled softly, revealing a row of sparkling teeth. “Sing with me,” you said, stepping forward to pull him off the bench. 

“You’re crazy,” he said, coming to stand beside you. You didn’t stop dancing. You’d do whatever you could to pull the sadness and insecurity from his body, even if it meant embarrassing yourself in public. 

“Not as crazy as you are. You do this every night for a living,” you fired back. He took your hands and danced terribly, his body lurching and tilting in ways that looked far more like interpretive dance. You cackled. Loudly. So loudly, your cheeks filled with warmth, and your gut began to pinch as your belly hitched with laughter. Josh reached for you again, returning to the pathetic dance routine. Eventually you both broke apart breathlessly, having completely forgotten about the rough start to the day. You both relaxed back into the park bench and you pulled yourself into his arms, laying your head against his chest. 

“You’re right,” he said after a long time, looking down at you. You flicked your eyes up to meet his gaze. “That show doesn’t matter, and I honestly feel like I did some of my best singing, too.” His fingers wound loosely through your hair. “It’s just all so precarious, you know?” He asked the question, but really, you didn’t know. You weren’t a musician by trade, you were just a good partner. His partner. “I don’t want us to fade into nothing. That just scares the shit out of me.” 

“Then continue to tell an honest story,” you told him. “You’ll always have someone listening if you remember why you all started this in the first place. It’s because you had and still have something to say. Do you think you’ve run out of stories yet?” You asked him. 

“Not by a long shot,” he answered. 

“Then, maybe it’s time to go back to your roots and write from the heart–introduce something new that feels nostalgic and special at the same time.” 

“I think you’re on to something,” Josh said, adjusting in his seat to cross his arms across his chest. “You know what? After the show tomorrow, I think we all need to get together and just play.” He scratched his chin thoughtfully. “I’ve been thinking of some lyrics, so maybe Jake and I could try some melodies and see what works.” You couldn’t hide the smile that spread across your face. 

“And I’ll be there in the corner giggling while you argue with Jake. Maybe Danny will invite me to play minigolf while you two figure it out.” 

“I guess it’s all part of the…creative process.” Josh added with a grin. 

“I can’t wait to see what you come up with,” you told him, taking his hand in yours. 

“Well, we’ve got a while until then. For now, let’s go do something fun,” Josh changed the subject, standing up and taking the lead. “Have it in you to risk your life for a crappy, creaky roller-coaster and a corndog?” You tilted your head, a bit unsure of what he had up his sleeve. 

“Come on, every large coastal city has some type of Coney Island knock-off. Let’s go on an adventure.” His entire mood had shifted to one of optimism and curiosity, and you weren’t about to say no to him. 

“Only if you win me a gigantic plushie.” You said with a bright smile.  

“I'll check another bag on the plane if I have to,” He said, leaning forward to kiss you gently on the lips. 

“Deal,” you agreed happily, returning the kiss against his lips, letting him take the first step forward out of the park.

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[presleypictures]

Vernon Presley's interview with Good Housekeeping, January 1978 (Part 2)

In high school, Elvis met a girl named Dixie Locke and decided he was in love.

Gladys and I thought maybe they would get married because Dixie was a mighty likable girl, and Elvis thought a lot of her. It didn't work out, but I still hear from Dixie to this day.

Until he was nearly grown, I had no idea what Elvis was planning to do with his future. It turned out that he wasn't too sure, either. I remember right after he graduated from high school I went into his room and found him lying on his bed. 'Son', I asked him, 'what do you Want to do now? Do you want to go to college? Because, if you do, we'll manage to send you. Do you want to go to work? What do you want to do next?'

Well, Elvis told me later those questions like to have scared him to death because they brought him to the realization that he had to make a decision. Then he told me, 'Daddy, I want to be an entertainer. I want to sing with a gospel quartet'. 'You do whatever you want to do', I said, 'and we'll help you all we can'.

It was in 1954 that, Elvis decided to give his mother a record as a gift. He went to Sun Records and recorded his first two songs: 'My Happiness' and 'That's When Your Heartaches Begin'.

There was a gospel quartet starting out about this time called the 'Song Fellows' and Elvis auditioned for them. They turned him down because they said he couldn't sing. Later, after he'd made a couple of records professionally for Sun and they were going pretty well, Elvis came to me and said, 'Daddy, you know the Song Fellows? They want me to join them now'. My answer to that was, 'To hell with the Song Fellows! You're doing okay with what you've got going, and I don't believe I would change'.

Elvis' records had turned into regional hits. He had gotten a manager, Bob Neal, who'd arranged some tours for him around the South. He came home from one of these tours talking about a great man he'd met, how smart he was and all of that. He was talking about Colonel Tom Parker, who was packaging shows then.

Elvis seemed to be leaning toward the Colonel as a manager. Gladys and I warned him that we really didn't know anything about this man and, anyway, he had an agreement With Bob Neal.

Nevertheless, the next time Elvis came home from a tour, he told us that he wanted Colonel Parker to manage him. Since Elvis was underage, his mother and I had to sign his contracts, so we went to Little Rock, where Elvis was doing a show, to meet the Colonel. This was in 1955. He seemed like a smart man, but we still didn't know too much about him so we didn't sign. A little later, we met the Colonel again in Memphis and this time he had a character witness with him - country singer Hank Snow, I believe. Elvis was so determined to go with the Colonel, that we bought out his contract with Bob Neal and changed managers.

My son's success came all of a sudden. His record of 'Baby Let's Play House' zoomed to number 10 on the national country charts. Then, later in 1955, RCA purchased Elvis' recording contract from Sun and gave Elvis a bonus. He began making appearances with Tommy and Jimmy Dorsey, Milton Berle and so on. But it was his TV appearance on The Ed Sullivan Show that attracted the most attention. Next thing you know, he was on his way to Hollywood. Like most folks in Mississippi and Tennessee, my wife and I had heard pretty wild stories about Hollywood. But when Elvis was asked to go out there to make his first picture, we weren't alarmed, only proud and happy, because he was getting to do what he wanted to do.

Soon after, when a genuine star, Natalie Wood, came to Memphis to visit us, my wife treated her just as naturally as if she'd been one of Elvis' school friends. Natalie was just a young girl at the time, only 16 years old, and a real nice kid, not snobbish or affected in the least.

Elvis hardly ever watched the movies he made because he didn't like most of them. He'd been given $1 million a picture, plus 50 percent of the net, so he'd been well paid for his work. But he had never had script approval or control over the songs in his pictures, or over anything else. A couple of years ago, he'd been asked to do A Star Is Born with Barbra Streisand but he didn't do it- - I don't know why.

Recently, Elvis had thought about getting into production so that he could star in a picture he'd really like. He'd gone so far as to start work on a script. Elvis learned not to pay much attention to criticism or to the lies which were circulated about him. He Wasn't even worried about the book that three of his ex-bodyguards wrote recently. It did hurt him but only because he was surprised that old friends would turn on him that way.

Early on, the brutal attacks leveled against him by some critics kind of upset him. But during his 22 years in the limelight, he learned to shrug them off. Elvis always said, 'truth will prevail'.

He never forgot the philosophy expressed in 'The Penalty of Leadership' by Theodore McManus.

It said in part:

'In every field of human endeavor, he that is first must perpetually live in the white light of publicity. Whether the leadership be vested in a man or in a manufactured product, emulation and envy are ever at work. In art, in literature, in music, in industry, the reward and the punishment are exactly the same. The reward is widespread recognition; the punishment is fierce denial and detraction ...

'There is nothing new in this. It is as old as the world and as old as the human passions: envy, fear, greed, ambition and the desire to surpass.

'And it all avails nothing...

That which is good or great makes itself known no matter how loud the clamor of denial'

He was even able to shrug it off when, during the final years of his life, he heard rumors that he was on cocaine. Elvis did take medication of several kinds, but it was all prescribed. For a while, he took diet pills, but he gave them up three years ago because he was afraid of them. After that, when he wanted to lose weight, he did it by cutting down on his food or by giving it up entirely. In fact, he'd fasted for the final 24 hours of his life. He did take sleeping pills because he felt that he needed eight to 10 hours of sleep to perform well. Not too long before he died, he had a very complete physical examination. The doctors discovered that he had some liver damage, a colon problem and high blood pressure. That worried me more than the rest. Elvis took prescribed medicine for his blood pressure and may have taken an occasional painkiller.

Because he was basically a night person, he didn't get out of doors as often as I thought he should, so I used to talk to him about that, and urge him to get more sun. Then he'd make it a point to sit by the pool some. But he preferred to stay awake until late at night and get his sleep by day. l'm sure he didn't take illegal, hard drugs for several reasons. In the first place, he'd seen what drugs had done to people he'd known and he didn't want to wind up like that. Further, for his daughter Lisa's sake, he wouldn't have taken such drugs.

On the other hand, the story that Elvis shot at the TV set is true. But he was in his own home and shot out his own TV set and when he'd done it he could afford to buy a new one.

I'll bet there's not one person reading this story who hasn't sometimes felt so frustrated looking at some TV show that he wouldn't have liked to have thrown his shoe at the set or shot at it or something.

Elvis had a permit to carry a gun. I've seen him pretend he was going to draw it at times to scare somebody, but he wasn't gun-crazy by any means. The subject of Elvis wearing a gun brings up the danger he was often in. The most frightened I ever was for his safety was early in his career in Jacksonville, Florida. He'd been performing on a flatbed truck and, when he tried to get to his dressing-room trailer, the crowd simply swept over him. Fans rocked his trailer so hard that he tried to get back to the stage. But, again, the crowd swept over him, tearing at him until he was left with nothing on except his pants. He had bleeding scratches under his arms where his shirt had been pulled off. I'd never seen anything like that before. I thought Elvis was going to be killed right then. The crowd was as out of hand as a lynch mob.

Elvis, though, had his worst scare only a few years ago at the Las Vegas Hilton. We got a call there from Los Angeles saying that a man was on his way to shoot him on stage. The caller said that for $50,000 he'd tell us who the man was and how to intercept him. The FBI took the threat pretty seriously, and so did I, so seriously that I told the agents to tell the caller we'd pay. But somehow the contact broke down, and on the night of Elvis' opening, we thought a killer might actually be in the audience.

The hotel asked Elvis not ‘to go on, and so did I. There's no denying that he was afraid, but he insisted on doing that show, and the rest of the engagement. And, as you know, nothing happened.

We got kidnap threats from time to time, but they didn't worry us much since we figured that a competent kidnapper wouldn't warn his intended victim of what he was planning to do.

A great deal has been written about Elvis' romances. Naturally, I don't know everything that went on between Elvis and the various girls in his life. I gave advice when he asked for it. I was there when he needed me. But I didn't pry. However, I do know that he was a man who liked women and who always needed a special one with whom he could share things. I guess he was like most people in that he needed to love and be loved. He dated lots of girls in Los Angeles, Memphis and other places and was serious about several of them. At one period, it looked like he and Anita Wood were going to marry because when two people date for six years, you suspect they've got something serious in mind. And he liked Barbara Hearn, a very lovely girl, awfully well.

His mother and I didn't try to influence Elvis' choice of a wife any more than we'd tried to influence his choice of a career. We didn't care whom he married just so long as she was the girl with whom he'd be happiest.

Gladys had died before the Army sent Elvis to Germany, where he met Priscilla Beaulieu. I'd remarried by the time Priscilla came to Memphis to finish high school, so she stayed with my second wife Dee and me.

Being an Air Force officer's daughter, Priscilla had been brought up to be disciplined and strong-minded, but she is also a tender and loving girl. I believe that Elvis' marriage to her failed simply because he realized after the wedding that he didn't really want to be married. When he was traveling, it wasn't practical for Priscilla to go along all the time, especially after Lisa was born. These separations put a strain on their relationship.

#elvis #elvis presley #elvis history #elvis presley history #vernon presley #music history #king of rock n roll #elvis aaron presley #elvis interview #elvis presley interview

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Shirley and moishe are extremely upfront with midge about their opinions on lenny and an argument ensues

(WARNING: I spent my childhood watching my family have horrible fights like this. So uh. this got real real.)

"I just don't know if I want some junkie jailbird hanging around my grandchildren," Moishe says.

Lenny isn't here for this. Working on Yom Kippur, much to everyone's judgement, and Midge had been stuck with hosting duties. She did not expect this line of conversation.

Kitty looks shocked. She's so young - too young, really - but she understands who Moishe is talking about.

"Out of line," Midge says angrily.

"Is it?" Moishe asks. "He does drugs, doesn't he? I read in the paper last year he was busted for narcotics."

"He's clean now," Midge defends.

"And he's been in jail, hasn't he?"

"He won those cases!" Midge cries. "And they were bullshit anyways."

"And he's got you cursing around your kids," Moishe points out. "Maybe they shouldn't be around you, either, Miriam."

"Now, wait a moment-" Abe tries to interject.

"Who's going to raise them, Moishe?" Midge asks. "You and Shirley? You want to do it all over again? The school, the clothes, the food, the toys, the playdates, the temper tantrums?"

Moishe looks slightly chastened. "They're Joel's children."

"Yes, they are," Midge snaps. "And between a brand new baby, work and not making enough to support three children on a regular basis, he can only take them a couple of days a week."

"I don't trust this man, Miriam," Shirley chimes in. "Moishe is right, he seems dangerous."

"He does exactly what I do for a living, he just says things that make the the Catholic church piss themselves," Midge explains. "The cops pounce every chance they get, they're trying to make an example out of him."

"And you're putting your kids in the crosshairs," Moishe tells her. "How is that being a responsible parent?"

"Dinner's over," Midge snaps. "Everybody go home."

"Midge-" Joel tries.

She gets up, throwing her napkin onto the table and starts clearing everyone half-eaten dishes. "Over."

"I don't wanna leave Ma," Ethan announces. "You can't make me."

Esther starts to cry at the mention of it from her brother.

"Midge!" Joel calls as she rushes to the kitchen. "Midge the kids-"

"Are apparently living with an unfit mother!" Midge yells back. "You fucking deal with it, since apparently you're father of the year with your comedy club! And while you're at it, you still owe me a fucking suitcase!"

Mei stares around the table an shakes her head. "Wow. You guys are awful."

"Excuse me!" Shirley cries.

Rose rolls her eyes and rushes to Esther, picking her up to rock her gently. "This is insane."

"No," Mei says. "Joel left her." She turns to him. "I love you, but you left her, and you botched trying to get back with her, and so now, she's been raising the kids mostly on her own and trying to have a career because- well, what the hell else was she supposed to do?"

"She could have gotten remarried!" Moishe cries.

Midge rushes back in, taking more plates away, surveying the scene. "I see no Maisel has stepped up to comfort Ethan or Esther. Great job parenting."

"You upset them!" Moishe cries. "We're not here to clean up your mess!"

"They're not a mess to be cleaned up, they are children!" Midge cries. "And you're so concerned with Lenny around, but you can't get off your fat asses to tell them 'there there'? Jesus."

"Miriam," Abe warns.

"Lenny is there for them," Midge snaps. "More than Joel these days. He reads bedtimes stories and sings songs, and makes lunches. He's teaching Esther to read and she's only three for Christ sake!"

"Daddy's really nice," Kitty speaks up. Her voice is quiet, but determined.

The room goes silent.

"He's really nice. Sometimes things just go wrong," Kitty says. "They go wrong, and- and he tries really hard." She blinks and tears start to fall. "He doesn't mean for things to go wrong."

Midge sighs softly and puts the dishes down, kneeling down beside her. "I know Sweetie. It's okay."

"So you can comfort his kid but not your own?" Moishe snorts.

"Get out of my house," Midge growls.

"I still own this place, Mariam," Moishe reminds her.

Midge glowers at him and gets to her feet, stomping out of the room, coming back with her checkbook. "The last two Gordon Ford shows should be more than enough to cover the rest." She scribbles onto the check the amount she owes and thrusts it at him from across the table. "Take your money, and go home."

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge Maisel #gets mad

[shirogane-oushirou]

😘💕🎵 for regular!ren aaaand 💤💞☕️ for oushirou?? ^^/

WAUGH THANK YOU HAHNNNNN!!! 🥺 i'm so sorry this took so long... Things keep Happening KJNSDKJFN so i've been plugging at it here and there ksjnfdkj. ;;;;;;

for r!ren:

😘: What’s your f/o’s favorite thing about YOU?

first impression, it's my passion! we bond over a mutual interest in niche VNs and he respects how much of my brain is taken up by that shit.... but as we get to know each other i think he starts to appreciate my perseverance just as much. he's also had to persevere through rough situations, so he knows what it means (not to get too under/tale on this lmao) to push through NOT with active determination but as a matter of "the only choices are to stagnate or move forward, and so i choose to move forward."

💕: Who’s the clingier one in the relationship?

reeeeen :3 i'm the "i love when you ARE around, but i understand that you can't be around with me 24/7 just bc of my conditions, you have other things to do" type.... plus i have a low social battery KHJBJDHB. meanwhile, ren's like "heyyyy are u in bed today? when i get off work, can i be too? ^_^" and brings over food and snuggles in while asking if it's okay for him to stay the night bc he doesn't want to let go of me.

it's not like he's jealous or doesn't take no for an answer or anything, but if he's given the okay to just spend all day with me in bed (or watch the house if my family's out of town), he absolutely will.

🎵: What are some song lyrics that make you think of your f/o/your relationship with your f/o?

"Baby, you have changed me I can't escape it Drives me crazy Everything is easy Nothing matters You've got me bending Over backwards" -- "Back & Forth" by CRX (cw flashing video)

"Ooh, Jason, tell me what you're chasin' Because the night will never give you what you want Ooh, Jason, and if you can't escape it I hope you find whatever you've been looking for" -- "Jason" by The Midnight ft. Nikki Flores

for oushirou:

💤: Do you sleep together? If so, describe your sleeping positions and patterns (E.g. who steals the blankets, are either of you insomniacs, etc.)

OUGHHH we're both blanket hogs. FIGHT!!!!! i assume we'd have separate blankets tbh or else if/when we roll apart from each other we'll start fighting in our sleep skdjn. i'm an insomniac, but once i get to sleep, like... i've slept through the windows right next to my head getting powerwashed. NOTHING is waking my ass up. he's a workaholic so if he's working on a big story he might stay up late by choice, but if given the option he has a pretty regular schedule and wakes up easily when his alarm goes off.

he's also the type to leave for work early and slowly sneak out of the bed while un-wrapping himself from around me, get back late, and slowly get in bed and wrap himself back around me hdljfn. he jokes about using me as a dakimakura, which is funny until i remember how much comfort he finds in sleeping with me the few times during the year that he's actually able to, so he's taking as much advantage of it as he can. ;__;

💞: How do you both express affection?

oushirou's big on physical affection -- hand holding, snuggling, the cute "escort arm hold" thing -- but despite how flirty he is (or maybe because of it) he really appreciates more subtle forms of affection. giving someone a pretty rock or leaf... buying them a new coat just in time for winter... cooking food for the people you care about most... things that will stick with him and them when he's off traveling.

i personally appreciate those little things more than physical affection, and i'm very much about doing the same in return. i want to cook for him when i can (or maybe cook something with him), i'd spend time with him out and about, even if it's just window shopping, and i'd have a handmade scarf or sweater ready that he can take with him when he travels. simple things.

☕: How do you comfort each other on a bad day?

we're both the type to get supremely hurt by "this could have just been solved by talking" situations while also having difficulty communicating anything negative kJNADKJN so. that's become a cornerstone for working through things together: making a point of getting EVERYTHING out so we don't end up with misunderstandings.

so if either of us is upset about something, whether in the relationship or just from a Shitty Fucking Day, we'll sit down together to talk things through. working through everything thoroughly generally means when we're done, it's DONE (or we at least have a plan going forward), so we can switch gears to like... making a nice meal together... eating a dessert one of us picked up... cuddling and watching tv or reading... comfy things, all with little or no baggage.

#THANK YOUUUUUU i've been staring at this for dayyyssss and slowly chipping away at it ;;; #it's nice to have some of these written down though. like some of the oushirou shit is canon to his kareshi/danna cd #and i like having it incorporated into The Lore (tm) now :3 #📌 [ my posts. ] #[ asks. ] #🦦 [ can't escape it. ] #📷 [ phantom hearts. ] #🐐 [ been up all night. ] #food - #[ oomfies ; hahn. ]

[enhypia]

HS ; couples

couples answers questions with the choice of drinking instead of answering

pairings: lee heeseung x gn!reader

genre: fluff, angst if you squint really hard

words: roughly 1.4k

masterlist ⸺ series masterlist

~guides and warnings~

italics - reader speaking

bold - heeseung speaking

[enclosed] - interviewer speaking

italicized bold - both reader and heeseung speaking

[enclosed bold or italics] - question (depends on who's speaking)

heavily inspired by: rec.create lie detector games, cut truth or drink

warning: contains and mentions of !!! drinking, swearing

i don't promote underage drinking, save your livers

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

hi! i'm (y/n)

hello, my name is heeseung!

and we're together

we're couples!

[you guys were invited here today as couples for a fun little drinking game, you guys were aware of that right?]

yes

we are

[okay, for this game, questions will be asked and if you refuse to answer, you drink, it's that simple. should we start?]

let's go, i can't wait to drink

so you won't be answering the questions?

i mean, it's free alcohol

*hee shakes his head in disbelief

[how long have you been together?]

we actually just had our 3rd anniversary last week

so 3 years now <33

[how did you two meet?]

pffft- *(y/n) laughs

can we just choose pass

shot!

*hee offers the shot glass to (y/n) and both take a shot, laughing after

we're drinking this early on damn

we met through a mutual friend

i was brought as a wingman

i think you can guess how it went

[but how did you guys become a couple?]

we got closer after meeting and i think it was obvious to the both of us that we were interested in each other

yeah but it still took a lot in me to ask you out

he stuttered the first time he asked me on a date

did i?

*(y/n) laughs at the memory

you went "hey, so uh you wa-"

*hee cuts (y/n) off by squishing their cheeks

we don't need a reminder

*(y/n) swats his hand away

but it was cute, don't worry

*(y/n) pats his head making heeseung smile

[okay, how about we officially start the game now?]

*both nod and played rock paper and scissors to determine who gets to ask first, (y/n) wins

*(y/n) reads the card and chuckles

[was it love at first sight?]

it wasn't

like i said, i was supposed to be a wingman so in my head, they were already off limits

i don't believe in love at first sight so *(y/n) shrugs

[do you have/did you have doubts with us being together?]

goddamn *(y/n) drinks

*heeseung is wide-eyed

no honey, not like that, i will answer, it's just that i need the alcohol boost

*the shock goes away

i was about to shed tears not gonna lie

*(y/n) rolls their eyes

when i agreed to becoming heeseung's significant others, i had no doubts, i knew what i felt was true and i knew his was too. the doubts were mainly on myself?? like "what if he just wakes and he doesn't love me anymore" but everyday heeseung proves to me that that will never happen

*(y/n) smiles at heeseung

*heeseung looks away trying to hide the smile and blush appearing on his face and he takes a shot refusing to meet (y/n)'s eyes

*(y/n) picks up a card and laughs

[if i become a zombie and had to eat people to survive, would you stick by side?]

heeseung gets scared easily i don't think he will

but if it's you...

*(y/n) raises an eyebrow

wait let me think about this more clearly

see! *(y/n) laughs

*heeseung continues to think

omg just say no!

but it's you !!!

i know it's me but baby we both know you'll run the other way once i start to eat people

...... you still love me right?

yes heeseung, i still love you

*hee :D

okay! next question!

*he picks up a card and laughs

oh i like this one.

[would you date any of my friends?]

*(y/n)'s mouth drops in shock

*(y/n) ultimately decides to play with heeseung

i mean.. *(y/n) reaches for a shot

*the grin on his face disappears

yah!

*(y/n) bursts into giggles and takes a shot

yah~ !!

[would YOU date any of my friends?]

*hee's eyes narrows and takes a shot for revenge

*both laugh at their antics

the answer is no guys, i love his friends but they're pretty much like annoying siblings

sorry (y/n)'s friends, (y/n) is the only one for me

but i'm pretty sure someone who used to be in my circle would jump at the chance

really ?? who ??

*(y/n) gives the look

AH! -

*scene cuts as he says a name

moving on.

*(y/n) picks up a card and laughs

[do you wish i offered to pay for more dates?]

MAN I WISH I COULD PAY MORE ON DATES

i like paying for our dates, but arguing with them is hard

yeah there was one time we spent 10 minutes bickering about who will pay, so we just made an agreement

we take turns per month, like for this month i'm the one paying for all the dates, then on the next month (y/n) will be paying

but everytime it's his month, he always tries to go out a lot, and when it's my month he opts to stay in

hehe

hEHE ??

*heeseung picks up a card and reads the question intently

*he is in deep thought

what is it?

[will you agree to an open relationship?]

ohhh

open relationship is when it's okay if you see other people right?

yup and i don't think i'd agree to it. you?

me as well

sorry im selfish, heeseung is mine, i do not share ;)

*heeseung laughs

yeah, sorry it's not for me, i don't think i can stomach seeing another one hold (y/n) , find your own

*(y/n) raises glasses to cheers and both take a shot

[it's okay not to drink if you answer]

yeah we know

but it's free alcohol

and drinking makes it more fun

*they hi-five

okay! next question,

[if i had to move away for many years, would you wait for me?]

yes.

wow no hesitations

yes i would wait for you

*(y/n) :O

yes

okay we get it

*they laugh

but i will, you're worth waiting for

your patience says otherwise

are you doubting my ability to wait?

do you hear yourself when you're playing?

that's with games, you're not a game, you're not something i play

*(y/n) blushes making heeseung laugh

shut up okay i get it

i also do not actually trust my patience

SEE ?!

*heeseung bursts out laughing

so instead of waiting i'd probably just go to them and/or visit them a lot

or just move in with me

*(y/n) avoids heeseung's stare

is this still related to the question or the present

huh? *(y/n) acts clueless

WAIT-

*camera cut

*we see both of them sporting a blush with big smiles on their face, and the alcohol evidently lessened

[freestyle! ask any question you want]

wah, i don't know what to ask

*he is thinking, everybody shut up

just keep it simple

no i want it to be hard

i can just actually follow the rules and drink instead of answering

*hee pouts

no you won't

*(y/n) :P

okay!

[did you like ... when we first met?]

oh the 'friend'?

yeah

*(y/n) drinks

*heeseung :O

*(y/n) xD

no heeseung, i did not like them, i really just saw them as a friend

ohh ouch sorry buddy

*they share a laugh

oh it's the last one

[question for both: what does loving each other feel like?]

awww that's a cute one, i'll go first

loving heeseung feels like the comfort your favorite songs bring you. it feels like the excitement you get whenever your favorite show releases a new episode. it's the deep sigh in content you release whenever you smell your favorite scent. it's just, loving him feels like everything your favorites make you feel.

*heeseung is not tearing up, definitely not, that's just sweat, he is also 100% not blushing, it's just hot

*he takes a shot and (y/n) laughs at his antics

now how am i supposed to beat that?!

let me be more romantic gosh

respectfully, no.

*both laugh

okay uhh, loving (y/n) feels like riding a rollercoaster. from all the emotions while waiting in line to exiting the ride. loving them is like the feeling of hitting a high note you previously couldn't. it's winning multiple prizes at the arcade. loving (y/n) is like the softness of a sunrise and the absolute wonder in staring at a night sky.

*(y/n) takes a shot not even bothering to hide their blush

why are we so cheesy and poetic when we're intoxicated damn

*heeseung laughs and agrees

forgive us if we're cringey

not our fault you're single

heeseung! :O

*he stays unapologetic

and that's it!

thank you for having us~

bye~

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a/n: sorry this took so long, i caught up with everything i missed in my classes, i'll try to update the series more frequently. i will also be posting timestamps later since it's been days since i last posted. i hope you also like this one!! jay's will be posted next, please look forward to it <33

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[the-wee-woo-royal]

Hold On... I Still Need You

May have gotten my mojo back a little. I suggest listening to the song to maximize the feels because AHHHHH. You´ll see.

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Hugh let the chain go. It soared through the air at an unseen speed toward the villain. 

Ace Anarchy will be no more. 

Ace seemed to dodge. But Hugh heard the chain hit a target and Ace fell. 

Fell into the fires below. 

Like he was pulled down...

But there was no one but him and with the great Master of Anarchy. 

Loving and Fighting, 

Accusing, Denying 

There was a shadow above Hugh. He sighed with relief to see it was only his friend circling above. 

Hugh could just see the small smile on her face. 

Ace anarchy was dead. 

The Renegades won.

They were free.

I can't imagine a world with you gone

The joy and the chaos

But Tamaya's face turned horrified. Her wings folded inward as she dove down faster than Hugh had ever seen before.

Why? 

Hugh got Ace. He hit him off the cathedral. He was dead. 

Why was Tamaya worried? Did the villain live?

Surely, if there was still a breath in that wretched body, it couldn't be for long. 

The demons we're made of

I'd be so lost if you left me alone

But...

Something felt off. 

He went toward the edge of the cathedral, looking over the edge. Far from the flames he saw Tamaya's outline. And glint of metal. 

His chain wrapped around a body. 

A body that didn't look like Ace. Plus, he'd seen Ace fall into the flames. Had he taken out an accomplice of Anarchy? No, Tamaya was too worried beforehand for her to care about a life that tried to take theirs. 

An ally then? 

Hugh jumped down, not caring about the feel of fire in him. It was only a nuisance to navigate through. 

He was sure it was only them two on the rooftop. 

When he was just about to clear the flames, Hugh heard his name. It was muffled by the raising of roaring flames but he could hear the utter desperation. The terror. 

Hugh ran. 

He didn't care for the rocks in his path, they were merely toy blocks to him. 

Hold on

I still want you

"THUNDERBIRD" Hugh yelled, having lost sight of his friend. 

"THUNDERBIRD! TAMAYA!"

"CAPTAIN! CAP COME HERE! NOW!" 

Adrenaline ran through his body as he cleared the final distance. Hugh called upon his power. Determined to take down anything and anyone who was a threat. 

Then he let his power fall. 

Come back

I still need you

There was no threat, Tamaya was only knelt beside a body. 

She had tears streaming down her face as her eyes met his. 

Long endless highways, you're silent beside me

Driving a nightmare I can't escape from 

Hugh knew he didn't want to look. 

He knew that he wouldn't like it. 

He never did like the dead. 

But he looked anyway. 

All adrenaline and power in his body disintegrated into nothing. All sounds we're muted. He didn't even see anything but what was in front of him. The rest of the world was blocked out. 

Helplessly praying the light isn't fading

Hiding the shock and the chill in my bones

Hugh's chain.

Simon's body.

Hugh's power.

Simon's blood. 

No 

No

No 

No 

No 

No 

No

No 

No

No

No

They took you away on a table 

I pace back and forth as you lay still

"No."

It was barely a whisper. Hugh didn't even know if he really said it. His throat felt clogged. Maybe the smoke did affect him. 

Or maybe he simply passed out. The fight was exhausting. 

Or he died. Ace had killed him. 

They pull you in to feel your heartbeat

Hugh didn't kill Simon. 

Can you hear me screaming, "PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!"

"Baby?" Again, was that even his voice? 

Hugh didn't kill Simon. 

He didn't. 

He'd rather hurt himself a thousand times over than ever lay a rough hand to his husband. 

Mom taught him to be gentle. 

He was always gentle with Simon. 

He promised it. 

Let me take your hand, I'll make it right

I swear to love you all my life

Perhaps he stood there for a few seconds. Maybe he stood there till he was old and gray. 

Hugh moved. Too slow. 

The earth didn't feel real. 

I don't wanna let go

I know I'm not that strong

Hugh had died 

I just wanna hear you

Saying, "Baby, Let's go home."

He had died and went to hell and this was his punishment. 

To kneel by Simon. To feel the warmth of his blood but the coldness of his body as Hugh removed the fake chain and brought the illusion closer, wrapping his big arms to cocoon the body. Hugh pressed Simon head to his chest and buried his face into Simon's hair. It felt so real. But it wasn't. It couldn't. 

To make his heart be ripped from his chest and be placed in the hands of the devil. 

To make him cry harder than he'd ever before. For him to scream, yell and curse at the pain of the light in his life turned dark. 

Let's go home

Yeah, I just wanna take you home

Hugh didn't kill Simon. 

He's the one who died 

Right?

Hold on, I still want you

Come back, I still need you

_______

If any of my artist friends want to draw the last scene I would literally cry and kiss you.

Ily bye!

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[rowyn-writes]

Confidence (Jack x Reader)

Warnings: Fluff, strong language, arguing siblings

Pairings: Jack Kline x Winchester!Reader

Characters: Sam, Dean, Jack, Castiel (mentioned only,) Claire (mentioned only.)

Word Count: 2124

Summary: You start to notice that Jack tends to stay by your side whenever he can.

Requested by: @nancyangel​

Part Two: Dying From a Broken Heart

You sat in your room in the bunker, casually reading on of your many books that lined your walls. You were a bookworm, much like you older brother, Sam. You liked being by yourself with your books and a cup of coffee, as cliche as it sounds.

Right now, you needed an escape from your world and into another one where you know how everything ends. Your half brothers, Sam and Dean we're currently trying to figure out a way to get their mother back from apocalypse world.

You were John's daughter, being the youngest Winchester there was. Along with being the baby of the family, your brothers were over protective of you.

Most of the time you weren't allowed out on a hunt, so you stayed in the bunker and helped with lore and things like that while Sam and Dean would do the hunting.

Lately, however, you were getting more involved, much to your brother's dismay. You loved Sam and Dean with all your heart, but they could be overbearing at times.

You closed your book when you heard a knock on your door. "It's open." You called.

Jack popped his head into the room. "Hey, Y/n. Can I come in?" He asked.

"Sure." You nodded.

Jack took a seat on the chair that sat in front of your small desk. "What's up?"

"Sam and Dean are going on a hunt and I was wondering if you were going?" This was news to you. You're had no idea that your brothers were going on a hunting trip.

You frowned as you go up off your position on the bed. "Now I am." You said, getting your bag ready. "You coming too?"

"Yes." Jack nodded. You told him to finish packing while you did the same.

"Going somewhere, gentlemen?" You asked just as Sam and Dean were about to walk out of the bunker.

Dean let his head fall as he sighed. "You're not coming."

"The hell I'm not." You snapped.

"Dean's right." Sam agreed. "You should sit this one out."

You let out a frustrated grunt. "C'mon. Why are you still treating me like I'm twelve? I'm almost 22."

"You're not ready, Y/n."

"I'm not ready?" You scoffed. "But you let Jack go, and technically, he's barely three months old."

"That's different." Dean said.

"How?! How is that different?! I grew up hunting with you guys and Dad, I know what to do!" You argued.

"It's different because you'll die if something happens! Jack has powers and can defend himself! You don't!" Dean hissed.

"This is ridiculous!" You huffed.

"Maybe next time, Y/n." Sam gave you a smile, which you didn't return. "Alright, Jack!" Sam called out. "Let's go!"

Jack appeared beside them in a second, making you jump slightly. "See you later, Y/n." Dean said. He looked like he wanted to give you a hug but decided against it, because you might knee him in the groin if you had the chance.

"You're not coming, Y/n?" Jack asked, seeming disappointed.

"Apparently not."

Jack seemed to hesitate by the door. "On second thought, I think I'll stay here. You guys don't really need my help, do you?"

Sam and Dean seemed surprised by his change of plans. Jack had been wanting to go on a hunting trip with them for a while. "I guess not." Sam said. And with that, they were gone.

"Why didn't you go with them?" You asked Jack. "You've been wanting to go on a hunting trip with them for a while, so why did you back out?"

"I thought you could use the company." He shrugged.

.

. .

. . .

Sam and Dean returned about two days later, clearly pleased that you and Jack had stayed at the bunker. You had thought of finding you own case, maybe even hunting with Claire, but decided against it.

But that doesn't mean you still weren't pissed at your brothers. They kept treating you like you were five, when you were 21. It was infuriating. That's why you were determined to find a case.

"Hey, so look what I found." You said, holding your computer up to your brothers. "Five people dead. All found without their hearts. However, there was six victims. One survived. If we can find out who's killing these people, we can put down the son of a bitch."

"Where's this happening at?" Dean asked gruffly.

"Little Rock, Arkansas."

Dean nodded his head. "Okay. Sammy, pack your things, Y/n, send us the address. We'll call you when you get there."

"Wait a minute." You protested. "You said that I would get to come with you on the next hunt! This is the next hunt."

"No."

"No?"

"No. You're not coming."

"Oh come on!" You yelled angrily. "You have got to be kidding me! You promised that you would take me out on the hunt!"

"I never promised." Dean reminded her. "I never make promises I can't keep. You know that."

"You're being ridiculous! C'mon Sam, back me up here." You looked over to the man, giving him pleading eyes.

"I think Y/n's right Dean." He agreed. "We've seen what she can do, handling a werewolf or two isn't anything she can't handle."

Dean frowned, looking back and forth between you and Sam. "I'm not gonna win this argument, am I?"

"Nope."

"Fine. Go pack your things. Tell Jack to do the same." You nodded, calmly walking away. But as soon as you were out of sight from Sam and Dean, you gave a tiny squeal and did a little dance.

"Are we celebrating something?" Jack asked from behind you, making you jump slightly.

You gave him a big smile. "That we are, Jack. Sam and Dean are letting us go on a hunt! So pack your bags, we leave in an hour!"

You quickly packed your bag full of clothes and other essentials and put them in the trunk of the Impala.

Jack sat in the back seat with you; it was only logical, since Sam was the Jolly Green Giant and could barely fit back there.

While you loved the Impala, you did not love the kind of music that played constantly. As Sam once put it, "It's the greatest hits of Mullet Rock." So you had brought your phone and a pair of earbuds.

"What are you doing?" Jack asked curiously.

"Listening to music."

"But Dean has music playing?" He furrowed his eyebrows, making your heart soar at his cute little scrunched up face.

"Yeah, well, Dean and I have very different tastes in music. Here, listen to this." You gave him the other earbud you had.

Jack seemed to like your selection of music, as he grinned as the song played on. After a while of driving, your legs began to cramp. Whether you were tall or short, being in the back of the Impala for a long time did nothing to help your legs.

You tried to find a position where you weren't invading Jack's bubble, as not to touch him because you didn't know how he would react.

"You can stretch out your legs." Jack said, as if reading your thoughts. "I don't mind." You gave him a grateful smile as you rested your legs in his lap.

About four hours in, you began to doze off. Car rides were always relaxing to you, seeing your surroundings blur as you sped past, feeling the Impala rock beneath you, and being able to spread out in the back seat.

Although, you couldn't count how many times you had to disinfect the back seat because of your brothers. Mostly Dean.

You were woken up rather unpleasantly by Dean. You had been leaning against the door of the Impala when he yanked the door open, causing you to tumble out of the car. "Thanks for the awesome wake-up call, dick." You growled.

"No problem, fuck-face." He grinned as he helped you up. You grabbed your stuff and checked into your motel room.

It was like every other motel you've ever stayed at, rock hard beds, ugly wall patterns, and a small box T.V.

You went ahead and changed into your FBI clothes, a light blue button down shirt tucked into a pair of black jeans, matching boots and a blazer. "You boys ready?" You asked, exiting the bathroom to see all of them had changed into their uniforms.

You all piled into the Impala once more and headed to the local police station, and then to the hospital.

.

. .

. . .

You had found out nothing. There was no victimology, no connection, nothing. You figured there wouldn't be a pattern, it was a werewolf, after all.

You did know, however, that the werewolf was a Purebred, as the moon cycle didn't line up with the victims deaths.

And the surviving victim was a fifteen year old girl. Thankfully, she hadn't been bitten. But she was in so much shock that she couldn't remember her attackers face.

"Poor girl." You commented, shrugging off your blazer. "She's never going to be the same."

"She'll learn to cope." Dean assured you. "Okay, so Jack and I are gonna go to where the bodies were found and dig around a little, you and Sam stay here and see what you can find out about this town. See if there's any kind of pattern with the killings."

"Actually, could I stay here with Y/n and help her?" Jack asked.

Dean looked taken aback slightly. "Uh, yeah, sure kid. Sammy, let's go." Once the two brothers were in the car, Dean looked over at Sam. "Jack has a crush on Y/n." He frowned.

Sam snorted. "Okay? And you couldn't tell that before? I kinda thought it was obvious."

Dean cuffed Sam. "Alright, Captain Jack-ass. I was just saying maybe we shouldn't leave Y/n and Jack alone."

"Oh, please." Sam scoffed. "Nothing's gonna happen."

You got out your laptop and sat on one of the beds. You noticed that Jack was watching you from the couch. It was obvious be wanted to say something.

"Hey, Jack?"

"Yes, Y/n?" He looked excited to see that you engaged in a conversation with him first.

"How come you wanted to stay behind with me?"

"Oh, did you want me to go with Dean?" Jack seemed disappointed.

"No, no. That's not it!" You assured him quickly. He looked extremely relieved to hear that. "I was just curious. On the last hunt that Sam and Dean went on, you decided to stay behind with me too. And whenever I go out to grab food or something, you always come with me. I love your company, so please don't take that the wrong way. I was just wondering."

Jack thought over your words for a few moments before answering. "I don't really feel confident around anyone. Sometimes I feel like another burden onto Sam, Dean and Cas. But with you, I feel like I'm not judged."

"You're not judged by any of us, Jack. You know that." You frowned.

"I know that, I just can't help but feel that way sometimes. But things are different with you. I feel confident and safe, like I can be myself whenever you're around. I enjoy being around you, Y/n."

You felt your heart melt at Jack's words. You felt exactly the same way about him. While growing up, you never really had boyfriends, just a one night stand here and there (which your brothers definitely didn't know about.)

"Jack." You started. "Do you see me the same way you see Sam and Dean?"

"No. It feels different. I can't really explain it. It's like. . . When I'm with you, I can feel my heart start to beat faster, and my palms get kind of sweaty. I don't do that when I'm around Sam and Dean." He explained.

You smiled as you realized what he was saying. "Jack, I think that means you have a crush on me."

"Crush you?!" Jack looked startled. "I would never hurt you!"

"No, no, no! That's not what I meant." You sighed as you tried to break it down to him. "It means you really like someone, but not as a friend. Kind of like a boyfriend or girlfriend."

Realization dawned on Jack as he soaked in your words. "Then can I be your boyfriend?" He asked eagerly.

You gave a small laugh. "Yeah, you can." You kissed him on the cheek. Jack's face became pink under your gaze.

"Could I kiss your lips?" You didn't answer as your lips brushed over his.

"Does that answer your question?" He nodded happily as a smile formed on his face. He felt happy and safe with you standing in front of him.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

I was thinking about making a part two? Tell me what you think!

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[antipodeanpineapplelump]

Dear Starshot, I recently saw your latest artwork for #Shisui Uchiha and the Lost Treasure of Asura and I am DYING to learn more about this AU. If you're comfortable sharing, is there anything you can disclose about it?? Is this related to the ItaShi Indiana Jones AU you mentioned before?!!?!?!?!!

Hi Birk, thank you so much for dropping by with this ask! Are you really voluntarily asking me to talk about my current obsession and fanfic baby though? Because I warn you, you may live to regret that!!!

"Shisui Uchiha and the Lost Treasure of Asura" is now the official title of my ItaShi Indiana Jones AU. I realise it’s been over a year since I first mentioned it, and it’s still a WIP! Pretty sure that says absolutely nothing good about the speed of my writing, but a lot about how busy my life outside of fandom is. Anyhow, it’s definitely one of those AUs that’s got away on me. I was planning one story initially, but now it’s kind of turned into three (plus a cracky oneshot), and this is just the first.

I’ve planned nine chapters total so far, but the bane of my life is currently number four. It’s sitting at 16,000 words and counting. Succinct writing? I’ve certainly never heard of it… So anyway, I kind of hit a wall there and decided to take a little break to come back with fresh eyes. That’s how I ended up working on the art instead. But I’d say I’m probably about halfway through the first draft (47,000-ish words).

I recently shared the opening scene and my draft cover artwork here. Ummm… what else can I tell you? Madara is the main bad guy, and he’s definitely a few sandwiches short of a picnic. Shisui is an agent of disaster and chaos. Itachi is really… not. So their initial interactions go about as well as you could expect.

All the main characters have extensive back stories. I’m pretty sure you’re already familiar with my Machiavellian worldbuilding tendencies from reading Red Dawn, so it goes without saying I have just as many notes and plans, and as much fleshed out worldbuilding for this story too. And it will take a long time for all of that to be revealed! But the overarching theme is probably found family, which is different to anything I’ve done before.

At this risk of revealing too much, or boring you to tears, I’ll finish with another sneak peek, this time from Itachi’s POV:

When Itachi wakes, there’s nothing to suggest his day is going to be anything but routine.

He gets up at dawn as per usual, eating breakfast at the dining table alone, legs tucked beneath him on a comfortable zabuton. The solitude at this hour of day is something he prefers. It’s the only time the family home is quiet anymore—lacking the cold disapproval of his father’s increasingly judgemental lectures, the anger of his younger brother’s rebellion, or the resigned acquiescence of his mother.

By now, Fugaku should have left for work, and it’s still too early for Sasuke to be awake, given how late he’s been staying out at night. Either to irritate their father, or just avoid him entirely, he’s taken to frequenting the clubs and bars in Osaka. Mostly, he comes home. Some nights, he doesn’t.

More often than not, even when he is home his door is closed, the thumping bass line of some song or another seeping out from beneath it. Likely because he knows this angers their father even more than the leather jackets and spiked punk-rock hair style he now sports.

Part of Itachi has been glad to discover his brother possesses more of a spine than he ever has. But at the same time, Sasuke’s rejection of every last one of their father’s rules has only brought more unwanted scrutiny to Itachi’s far more minor transgressions. It’s as though, having decided his younger child is a lost cause, Fugaku now wants to be absolutely certain his eldest son and heir to the Uchiha family fortune is beyond reproach. To smother him with expectations until he emerges, a diamond from beneath the pressure.

But unbeknownst to Fugaku, Itachi has one flaw he can’t change. And it means that, no matter what, he’ll always be a failure in his father’s eyes.

Sighing, he swallows a mouthful of rice and fish, washing it down with the sweetened barley tea he favours. Pulling this month’s edition of Modern Archaeology across the table, he inspects its glossy cover and promptly chokes on his drink.

The face that smiles up from the page stokes a knot of hot irritation in his gut. Furiously, he skips to the article, skim-reading the text, despite the fact he knows it will only annoy him further.

"An up-and-coming star in the field of archaeology, particularly specialising in South-American cultures, Shisui Uchiha is an increasingly well-known fixture of the San Diego research scene. Curiously for someone so entrenched in the study of history, he is famously reticent when it comes to his own. ‘I did spend my early years in Japan,’ he confirms when pressed. ‘But I haven’t been back in a long time. The United States is my home now.’ Asked about his connection to the famous Uchiha family, he merely winks enigmatically. ‘Never heard of them,’ he says, before asking if we’d like a one-on-one tour of the dig site.

Equally at home in dusty ruins as surfing the palm-lined SoCal beaches, or scaling the cliffs of his native Joshua Tree National Park, he nonetheless shines in group settings too. At the party we attend that evening, to celebrate the opening of a new Aztec exhibit at the Museo Nacional de Antropología in Mexico City, he easily charms the crowd, finishing the night with at least half a dozen new admirers. It’s not hard to see why they like him. A conversation with Shisui is exercise in passion and obscure historical knowledge. Even so, much like the dig sites he frequents, it’s hard to say just how much of what he presents to the world runs more than surface-deep.

His motto in life? ‘Fall seven times, stand up eight,’ Shisui says with a charismatic smile. Where did he learn it? Chuckling, he brushes us off. ‘The school of hard knocks.’

Love him or hate him, one thing is certain—we haven’t seen the last of Shisui Uchiha’s brand of archaeology.”

Hate him, Itachi thinks, sipping his tea viciously enough to scald his tongue and immediately regretting it. Definitely hate. Hate how he’s reckless, impulsive, irresponsible, and doesn’t seem to take a single thing seriously. Hate that it looks like he’s never had to work hard for anything a day in his life—people only too happy to hand him whatever he wants on a silver platter, charmed by a pretty smile. Hate the fact that, despite their shared family name, he’s free to do whatever he likes. Hate the way people flock to him, falling into his orbit—and by all accounts, bed—like it’s somehow inevitable. And hate, most of all, that there’s a small part of Itachi which understands why.

Because hate or love him—and it’s definitely hate—there’s no denying that Shisui Uchiha is, objectively, a very attractive man.

Coming back to his senses and realising he’s been leaning over the magazine, frowning so hard his forehead hurts, Itachi straightens, closing his eyes and massaging the knot of tension out from between his eyebrows.

“Itachi—”

The tension sinks in even deeper. He opens his eyes. “Father.”

Fugaku takes in magazine, then his son, and Itachi really hopes his cheeks aren’t as flushed as they feel. It’s stupid, but merely knowing he feels the way he does about the man on the page makes him fear being caught. As though his father might somehow divine his deepest darkest secret, just by looking. Truthfully, Itachi sometimes wonders if he might not already know, or at least suspect. But if he does, it’s clearly a truth he’s chosen not to acknowledge.

“I take it you’re prepared for our meeting this evening?” Fugaku asks, grim as ever.

Attempting a composed sip of his tea, Itachi nods. “Yes. Of course.”

Mouth a hard, unyielding line, Fugaku makes some indiscernible noise of disapproval, sweeping an appraising glance over Itachi. “Well, I suppose it’s too much to hope that anything can be done about your hair between then and now. But they’re a modern family. New money. Perhaps it won’t matter so much.”

Fingers tightening into the flesh of his thigh, Itachi has to remind himself to breathe. “I will do my best to make a good impression,” he says, inclining his head towards his father, penitence for his innumerable shortcomings—not least of all the choice to grow his hair out. It’s a small act of rebellion compared to Sasuke’s effort, but one his father seems determined to curtail as promptly as possible.

Poker face easing ever so slightly, Fugaku’s brows trend downwards, though their slant is still severe. “I know. You are my son, after all. And it is high time you were married with a family of your own. Perhaps then you will see the value in giving up these frivolous academic pursuits, and taking your rightful place at the head of the family business.”

He might as well build a box and stuff Itachi into it. Mold him to fit his own vision of the future. But Itachi has long since learnt that what he wishes he could have from life, and what he can have, are two very different things. So, just like his infrequent clandestine trips to the less desirable areas of Osaka’s nightlife, this too, he realises he will have to sacrifice. Duty before self.

“Yes Father, I’m certain you’re right,” he says, bowing once more as Fugaku leaves for work, closing the front door behind him with a click that reeks of finality.

As his footsteps crunch away on the gravel path outside, Itachi can’t help clenching his fists, until long after his knuckles turn white.

Theoretically, it’s a good match. From a family of good standing, his potential bride is quiet and well spoken—the perfect future housewife and mother. Their marriage would kill two birds with one stone, giving her father the son he never had, and Itachi—and therefore by extension Fugaku—control of their biggest competitor’s business.

All it requires is for Itachi spend the rest of his life pretending to be something he’s not.

The weight of it burns tight in his throat, threatening to break free on a rising tide of bile. He longs to cast off his gilded shackles, take a leaf from Sasuke’s book and do something completely crazy.

With a sigh, he rises from the table, collecting his dishes and depositing them circumspectly into the sink. Another day of work awaits.

#Shisui Uchiha and the Lost Treasure of Asura #birkastan2018 #asks #my writing #WIP #sorry for talking so much #I'm sure I've mentioned it before #but I'm just an enormous nerd #who loves talking about my nerdy interests #thank you for this ask!

[fawad-khan]

Hey so I got inspo from @uglypastels and @fancyxparker 🙈so I'm gonna host this Spotify blurbs event. You can send in prompts from 14th December (i.e today) to 18 Decemberr. Keep in mind that I will write for a song only once, I won't write again and again with different characters. Also no spam pls and I may take time to write them as yo girl's got a lot of tests lol. I will write for:-

Tom Holland

Harry Holland

Harrison Osterfield

Peter Parker

Milo Manheim

Arvin Russell

Harry Potter characters (golden trio era)

The songs are under the cut! (Warning has lots of disney songs and some hindi songs too lmao)

Let Me Move You by Sabrina Carpenter

Call to the Wild from Zombies 2

Someday from Zombies

Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince by Taylor Swift

We Belong by Dove Cameron

Why by Sabrina Carpenter

Queen of Mean from Descendants 3

Glowing in the Dark by The Girl and The Dreamcatcher

Butterfly Fly Away by Miley Cyrus

Sue Me by Sabrina Carpenter

Night Falls from Descendants 3

Shake it Up by Selena Gomez

Me! By Taylor Swift

Looking At Me by Sabrina Carpenter

Haan Main Galat from Love Aaj Kal(lmao wut😂)

Bamm from Zombies

Shake It Off by Taylor Swift

Wildside from Adventures in Babysitting

Do What You Gotta Do from Descendants 3

Mess by Jordan Fisher

Cornelia Street by Taylor Swift

Chillin Like a Villain from Descendants 2

Waste by Dove Cameron

Starving by Hailee Steinfeld

You Need To Calm Down by Taylor Swift

Cruisin for a Bruisin from Teen Beach Movie

Ways to be Wicked from Descendants 2

Motivation by Normani

There's Nothing Holding Me Back by Shawn Mendes

Blank Space by Taylor Swift

If Only by Dove Cameron

Alien by Sabrina Carpenter

Keep It Undercover from KC Undercover

Hang in There Baby by Bridgit Mendler

Evil Like Me from Descendants

Come and Get It by Selena Gomez

Replay by Zendaya

The Start of Something New (nini version) from HSMTMTS

Thumbs by Sabrina Carpenter

The Man by Taylor Swift

Patakha Guddi from Highway

Set It Off from Descendants

Paris by Sabrina Carpenter

London Boy by Taylor Swift

Maahi Ve from Highway

Rotten to the Core from Descendants

Take On The World from Girl Meets World

That's How We Do from Teen Beach Movie

Love Story by Taylor Swift

Flesh and Bone from Zombies 2

Written in The Stars by The Girl and The Dreamcatcher

Rare by Selena Gomez

Red by Taylor Swift

Most Girls by Hailee Steinfeld

Bright from Julie and The Phantoms

On Purpose by Sabrina Carpenter

Lover by Taylor Swift

Starving by Hailee Steinfeld (acoustic)

Worth it by fifth Harmony

Good Vibes by HRVY and Matoma

Look At Her Now by Selena Gomez

Space by Sabrina Carpenter

Remember Me by Dove Cameron and BIA

Waka waka by Shakira

Begin Again by Taylor Swift

Fight Song by Rachel Platten

Determinate from Lemonade Mouth

Tell Me If You Wanna Go Home by Keira Knightley

More than a Mystery by Meg Donnelly

I Want It That Way by backstreet boys (I BLAME B99 FOR THIS LMAO)

Fifteen by Taylor Swift

You're Welcome from Moana

Scars To Your Beautiful by Alessia Cara

Miss U More Than You Know by R3 JAB and Sofia Carson

Rock Bottom by Hailee Steinfeld and DNCE

Sit Still, Look Pretty by Daya

Incomplete by Backstreet boys

Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day

Out of the Old by Olivia Rodrigo

Jiya Re from Jab Tak Hai Jaan

Ghungroo from War

Gallan Goodiyan from Dil Dhadakne Do

Say Goodbye by Chris Brown

Pappu can't Dance from Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na

Channa Mereya from Ae Dil Hai Mushkil

Gotta Be Me from Teen Beach 2

Right Here, Right Now from HSM 3

Badtameez Dil from YJHD

You are The Music In Me from HSM 2

DC Classics Medley (idk what this is exactly lmao)

Cheap Thrills by Sia

Lover Remix by Taylor Swift and Shawn Mendes

Titli from Chennai Express

Fired Up from Zombies

Bailando by Enrique Iglesias

Almost Love by Sabrina Carpenter

No Tears Left To Cry by Ariana Grande

I love me by Demi Lovato

Cardigan by Taylor Swift

Senorita by Shawn Mendes

I hope you enjoy requesting!

Tagging some peeps for sb- @fancyxparker @duskholland @parkerpeter24 @justanothermarvelmaniac @hollanderfangirl @hollands-weasley @musicalkeys @in-a-lot-of-fandoms-tbh @kelieah @yumings @tom-holland-is-spiderman @starlight-starks @stars-aligning @blossomparkers @thisetaernallove @theamazingtomholland @fallinfortom @with1love1anu @lovelysophia @perspectiveparker @greenorangevioletgrass @mischiefmanaged011 @spideysquackson13 @rnatasha

All fics will be under the tag #spotify wrapped event!

#spotify wrapped event #peter parker x reader #tom holland x reader #peter parker smut #tom holland smut #tom holland fluff #haz osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield #arvin russell #arvin russell x reader #arvin russell smut #spiderman x reader #shreya writes #this is a scheduled post btw so dont come @ me lmao

[aintguiltyy]

I'm sorry you're not feeling well!!! I LOVE YOU!!! For a distraction, please tell me your favorite Lesbian!Reddie HCs!!!!

Thank you bby, I appreciate it so much😭❤️

I feel like a lot of my lesbian!Reddie HCs correlate with the established ones, but I’ll try to be original. Also, I know you only asked for HCs but I basically wrote a whole ass fic bc I’m a mess and nothing can stop me😇

Whenever I think about fem!Eddie, I see a typical soft girl with cute hair bows and glittery nails, always a cherry lipgloss in her purse. Like, she’s the human version of the strawberry dress and you can’t convince me otherwise.

As for Richie, I feel like she would be somewhere between a butch and a femme. One day she can pop up to a party wearing a flannel shirt with Calvin’s showing from under her ripped bleached jeans, and the next day she’s rocking a tight black leather dress and heeled sandals.

Fem!Eddie would so be into alternative music, like Lana Del Rey, King Princess, Frank Ocean, Clairo, Billie Eilish... Can you picture Eddie being one of those girls that went to Halsey’s concert and asked her to be her first kiss? Because I can.

Fem!Richie would definitely be the “if a song is a bop, it’s a bop” type of person. If you open her Spotify, as Stefon says, this place has everything. Tyler, The Creator, The 1975, Justin Bieber, Jorja Smith... The list goes on and on. It’s because I’m flexible, she says. Well, that one time she pulled her leg trying to stretch in PE and couldn’t walk for a week would beg to differ.

As for them coming to terms with their sexuality, I have a whole list of scenarios in my head, don’t even get me started.

With Eddie, she kind of always just knew, but tried to hide it, especially while she was still living with her mother.

After moving away to college and seeing how open people were about their sexuality there, Eddie grew more confident, not shying away and locking up whenever girls apart from Beverly and Richie complimented her, but she still didn’t have enough courage to actually come out (until one day she did, but that’s another story).

With Richie, in all her life she didn’t really pay attention to anyone, never really thought twice about some guy or girl that subtly tried to hit on her. All of Richie’s attention was always focused only on her friends and maybe, just maybe, a bit more on Eddie.

It finally hit Richie that she’s not only into girls and not into guys, but into Eddie, when Eddie dragged her to Macy’s after earning her first paycheck and almost made the cashier cry because they didn’t have the right size of a dress Eddie really wanted to buy. Just watching her fuming, one second away from stamping both of her feet because the store didn’t have some low quality lilac summer dress, was enough for Richie to finally realize just how in love she was.

As for coming out, I feel like Richie would be the first to tell all of the Losers and then the rest of the world, but with Eddie, she struggled with being open about that part of herself mostly because of her mother, but also anxiety and fear of losing her only friends, even though she knew that they wouldn’t leave her if they found out she was gay, because Eddie’s seen how supportive they were of Richie.(I came up with a whole fic while writing this so if you want to see how I picture lesbian!Reddie coming out, feel free to stop by my ask box!)

The last but not least — fem!Reddie getting together.

Even though my favorite getting together trope is probably “person A walking in on person B and jumping their bones”, I wanted to throw something cute and soft in here, so enjoy 💞

Even after Richie and Eddie come out and the cats are out of the bags, they are both too scared to make a move, because just because she likes girls doesn’t mean she might like me.

So, when they do get together, it’s completely on accident.

Eddie’s teeth has been hurting for a few days now, and she, being the definition of a hypochondriac she is, makes an appointment with the dentist where they tell her that she needs to have one of her wisdom teeth removed as soon as possible.

Rchie drives her to the clinic the next day and waits for Eddie in the waiting room with shitty coffee and some pamphlet on how to avoid STDs just to be met with her barely conscious best friend wrapped in a soft blanket, slurred voice blocked by the cotton balls in her mouth and drugs in her system, and the most adorable, barely understandable comments Eddie makes during all of their way home.

When Richie lays Eddie down on her bed and tucks her in, meaning to let her rest, a weak hand reaches out and tugs on her wrist, wordlessly asking to stay. And who’s Richie to refuse cuddles with her favorite person in the world?

She lays down next to Eddie, who lifts her blanket to let Richie snuggle closer to her and instantly buries her nose in Richie’s neck, signing softly.

Richie smiles when a few minutes later she hears quiet snores, the ones she knows from two years of living with Eddie mean she’s definitely asleep, caressing the small of Eddie’s back where her hand hugs her.

She appears to be wrong though, because suddenly Eddie lifts her head and Richie almost coos at how cute and sleepy she looks, but there’s determination in those honey-brown eyes that throws Richie off-balance.

“You need to rest, Eds. Go back to sleep,” she says softly, hugging Eddie even tighter, but Eddie only shakes her head and looks into Richie’s confused eyes before demanding as seriously as she can with two cotton balls in her mouth: “Did I ever tell you I love you?”

Taken aback, Richie furrows her brows, tries to catch up with what’s happening, already thinking of a way to turn this into a joke because clearly Eddie doesn’t mean it like that. She likes girls, yeah, but she’s never shown any interest in Richie like that, like they might be more than best friends.

“Yeah. Remember that time you forgot your wallet and you were really hungry and I bought you, like, two burritos with extra guac?” Richie jokes, grinning to mask everything she’s feeling right now, from confusion to fear, but Eddie only shakes her head.

“No, that’s not what I meant,” she says, and Richie tries so hard not to freak out because even though Eddie still looks so out of it, the seriousness in her voice and the words falling from her puffy lips are making her feel things.

“What did you mean, then?” she croaks, trying to read the situation, because from the way Eddie’s looking at her right now, she might, might be saying what Richie thinks she’s saying.

“That I love you. Not for those burritos, but for you,” she says and instantly cringes, and Richie barely suppresses a snort because Eddie’s too fucking cute when she’s high on medicine. “That came out cheesy and talking fucking hurts, so please tell me you get what I’m saying,” Eddie whines, and her puppy eyes have always been impossible to resist, so Richie shuts the anxiety and fear already screaming in her mind up and smiles, pulling Eddie even closer.

“I get it, Eds. I love you too.”

The way Eddie’s eyes light up at her words is almost enough to have Richie’s heart bursting out of her chest and falling right into Eddie’s hands, but a moment later Eddie furrows her brows and studies Richie before asking “For realsies? Like, love love?”

Snorting, Richie smiles softly. “Yes, Eddie. For realsies. I love love you”.

This time, Eddie actually squeaks and Richie wants to kiss her so badly, but it’s not the best idea as long as there’s an open wound in Eddie’s mouth. Eddie, as it seems, comes to the same conclusion, her half-lidded gaze falling on Richie’s lips before she sighs.

“I’d kiss you right now if this damn tooth wasn’t cockblocking me,” Eddie mumbles, burrowing her face in Richie’s neck once again, and Richie can’t hold back a delighted chuckle at this side of Eddie that only comes out when she’s not in full control of her mouth before gently kissing her on the forehead.

“Go to sleep, baby. We’ll have plenty of time to do just that and more once you feel better.”

“Okay,” Eddie mumbles into her neck, making Richie shiver a bit, and she feels so happy she could burst and decides that the second Eddie feels better, she’ll do everything in her power to make her feel just as happy as she’s feeling right now.

In conclusion, yeah, I have a lot of feelings about Lesbian!Reddie🥺.

#💞💞💞💞💕💕💕💕💖💖💖💖 #thank you for the prompt bby🥺🥺❤️ #this turned out so soft can i please have what theyre having #my writing #fem!reddie #lesbian!reddie #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #it chapter 1 #it chapter 2 #it #reddie

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Chapter Nine: Sleep Peacefully

(Image not mine)

Rated: PG

~What story should I tell? Will it end happy, will it turn out well? What dreams do I own? Can I call any place my home?

And I rock myself to sleep, and I tell myself "don't get caught too deep" 'Cause I know by now, you're here for me.

And I tell myself "move along" and I tell myself "you were all wrong" But I know by now, wrong was right for me.

I'll sleep peacefully~

The black paved road of the near-empty highway stretched out in front of us, a stark contrast to the piles of glittering snow that the snowplows had pushed off the street. We had been on the road for 9 hours and were now somewhere in Iowa. The area we were now driving through was so much brighter than Copper Harbor ever was. There wasn't so much as a cloud to be seen in the sky. The last few orange rays of light from the setting sun sprinkled across the landscape as it dipped below the horizon, glittering and reflecting off hills blanketed in white. The sight almost hurt my eyes. It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. Whipping out my phone I snapped as many pictures as I possibly could, though I knew they would never do justice to the spectacular view.

The sun sank lower and lower and eventually vanished beneath the horizon. Then the stars came out. Scattered across the black velvet sky, they were so numerous it seemed impossible. I could see the differences in colors and size, and I could trace the shape of the Milky-Way. There were no trees or streetlamps lining the Iowa highway and it felt as if I was swimming through inky blackness, like I was swimming between the stars. The glittering lights were so bright and so close. It was special sort of magical.

I rested my elbows on my knees and my head between my hands and stared out the windshield at the beautiful black expanse. On my right, Castiel copied my position.

"Jack tells me you like the stars," he said. Upon hearing his name, Jack briefly looked to me and smiled before turning his gaze back to the window. I had been drifting in and out of conversation with various partners throughout the car ride.

"I do, I love them," I kept my voice soft and my answer simple, "I've never seen so many at once before. I don't think I'll ever get used to it." Castiel smiled softly.

"You know, I am several billion years old, and I am still baffled by the magnificence of this universe. Sights like this, they never get old." I turned my head away from the bright lights in the sky to look at the angel beside me.

"Have you been up there?"

He nodded.

"Yes, I have."

"What's it like?"

Castiel sighed in a melancholy sort of way. I could see the reflection of all those stars gleaming in his eyes.

"It's more beautiful than you can imagine."

I nodded and gazed back out at view of the heavens.

"I wish I could live up there."

Castiel chuckled.

"Someday you might. Who knows what will happen?" He said.

"Yeah."

"However," he added, "As for right now, I think you need to get some rest."

"Nah, sleep is for the weak." At that moment I yawned, emphasizing my point. Dean glanced at me in the rear-view mirror.

"We can pull off and stop at a motel overnight if you need some sleep," He offered. I shook my head and tried to blink away my sleepiness.

"Don't stop on my account! I can sleep in the car," I insisted.

"You sure?" Dean asked. I gave him a thumbs up.

"Oh yeah. I actually sleep better in cars, if you can believe it. Something about the noise and the motion puts me to sleep like a baby, I'm all good." For once I told the truth. I really did sleep better in cars.

"Okay, as long as you're comfy, we've got about eight more hours till' we get there." Dean turned down the volume on whatever album we'd been listening to all day. I'd never been a fan of rock music, but some of Dean's songs weren't that bad.

"We'll try to be quiet for you, Marty," Sam said. I yawned again and rubbed my eyes.

"Thanks guys, for everything. Honestly, I can't even remember the last time I had a good night's sleep."

"You're welcome, kid. This is what we do. Now shut your eyes." Dean mock commanded. I rolled them instead and turned to Jack.

"Jack?" I said to get his attention.

"Hm?"

"What are your feelings on being used as a pillow?" Jack's face was painted with all shades of confusion.

"I-I don't, um, I-" He tried to answer but I cut him off with a wave of my hand.

"I'm just kidding," I explained. "You don't have a choice in the matter!"

I grabbed his arm and tugged it around my shoulders so I could lay my head on his chest. Jack's entire body stiffened, and he looked to Cas with an expression that said 'Help me, she's doing something weird. Tell me what to do'. Castiel merely shrugged and in the front seat Dean snorted. I chuckled and waited for Jack to shift around a bit and get comfortable before I closed my eyes.

"You're a comfy pillow," I remarked.

"Um, thank you?"

I couldn't see his face, but Jack sounded extremely confused. I decided then that I needed something to hold on to. It took me a few moments to feel around for his arm but when I found it, I gripped his hand and held it up.

"This is mine now."

Wrapping his arm around my waist, I tangled our fingers together and smirked when I felt Jack chuckle and wrap his other arm around me in a way that was friendly and natural.

"If this keeps up, I think we're gonna have to have a talk with Jack about a thing or two." I heard Dean whisper to Sam.

"I heard that."

"Shut up, Mcfly. You're supposed to be sleeping." He scolded, teasingly. I kept my eyes closed but stuck out my tongue at him. I smiled when I heard him laugh.

"Goodnight, guys."

"Goodnight." Dean, Sam and Cas chimed together.

"Sweet dreams, Marty," Jack whispered.

With that, I let myself slowly drift into oblivion's velvet embrace.

***

"Is she asleep, yet?" Dean asked in a whisper, peering in the mirror at the sleeping girl.

"Um, I'm not sure." Jack craned his neck in an effort to find out, but he just couldn't tell.

"I'm trying, Mom," Marty mumbled into Jack's chest. That made him grin.

"From that I'd say, she's close."

"I'm not your mom, Marty," Dean sighed.

"Sorry, dad." She murmured. Dean just shrugged.

"Well, that's a little closer I guess," He said, his lips twitching with a tiny smile.

"Say, Jack, when's the last time you slept?" Sam asked, turning in his seat to face Jack who's face scrunched up as he thought about his answer.

"Four days ago, I think." He replied. Now that he thought about it, Jack realized just how tired he was.

"Dude. Sleep. Now." Dean ordered. Jack blinked a few times and yawned.

"No, I can wait." He yawned again.

"Jack..." Cas pressed.

"I can't go to sleep yet," Jack insisted.

"Why not? Marty back there did it just fine," Dean said.

"Gimmie back my socks, Biden," Marty mumbled.

"See? Out like a flickering lightbulb." Dean joked.

"No, you don't get it. I can't go to sleep, she's right here. She'd think I'm weird or something." Jack worried.

"Well, you're not exactly normal, Jack." Cas muttered under his breath.

"Look, she's the one sleeping on you kid." Dean paused, glancing at the others in the car. "That came out wrong. The point is, she clearly doesn't know the meaning of personal space. Just go for it." He finished, refocusing on the road.

"What do you mean?" Jack asked. Dean's eyeroll was nearly audible.

"Go to sleep, Jack. She ain't gonna care."

Jack nodded.

Snow began to fall on the roof of the Impala with a tip, tip, tipping noise as Jack rested his head atop Marty's. Her hair was soft under his cheek and he matched his breathing with the gentle rise and fall of her chest.

"I love that sound," She sighed, in her half-asleep stupor. Jack guessed she was referring to the sound of the falling snow.

"Me too," he whispered, closing his eyes and drifting off to the same place as the girl beside him.

***

"Jack."

...

"Jack!"

...

"You have got to be kidding me... JACK!"

Jack woke with a start. Blinking rapidly, he attempted to make sense of the world around him. Confusion washed over him as he could have sworn, he had fallen asleep in the Impala next to Marty. But he wasn't there anymore. In fact, he wasn't sure where he was.

Everything was white. The walls, the ceiling, the floor. Well, actually this place didn’t really seem to have walls or a ceiling or a floor. It was all just white, stretching off forever. Behind Jack somebody coughed.

"Behind you," They said, sounding rather annoyed.

Jack turned around slowly and cautiously. Standing in front of him now stood Marty. Her tiny hands on her slim hips and her face twisting into a frown that was somehow amused and annoyed at the same time. She raised her eyebrows at him, and her foot tapped rapidly on whatever surface it was that they seemed to be standing on.

"Heya, Jack." Marty smirked.

Jack's eyes shifted nervously left and right. His hand reached up on its own accord to rub at the knot he felt in his chest. He got the distinct impression that something here wasn't right. He planned to figure out what was going on as soon as he could determine where exactly 'here' was.

"Don't worry Jack, it’s just us. Or, I should say, it’s just you," Marty said, clarifying and confusing things for Jack at the same time. Jack shifted his gaze back to the girl in front of him.

"Where are we?" He asked, his brows drawing together. Marty smiled at him pleasantly.

"We're inside your head!" She answered.

"What?" Jack wondered how she could answer his question while giving him so many more at the same time. She giggled a bit at his confused expression. Spreading her arms like wings, she spun in a circle.

"Look around, Jack! It’s so big! You should be proud!" She stopped spinning to grin at him. The line between Jack's eyebrows and his confusion were deepening quickly. Marty tapped her chin and looked upward with a smirk, as if thinking about something. "But we really should both be proud." She mused.

"Marty, what's going on? Are you okay?" Jack took a step towards the girl reaching his hand out. Marty flicked her eyes up and down between him and his outstretched hand, her expression darkened. She held up her hands in a defensive gesture as she took a few sauntering steps back.

"First of all, I'm not Marty," She stated, evenly. Jack's position instantly switched from inviting to aggressive. He bent his knees and widened his stance, shifting his weight onto the balls of his feet, readying himself for a fight.

"Who are you?! Where is she?! What did you do to her?!" He demanded. His eyes pulsed with an orange light as he prepared to use his powers. The person in front of him, who apparently wasn't Marty, put a hand on her chest, gasping with obvious mockery.

"You wound me, Jack! You're not even going to ask who I am? I thought we were better friends than this." She closed her eyes and shook her head, sighing in an obnoxious and sarcastic way. Jack wasn't having any of this thing's games. He clenched his teeth and raised his hand threateningly.

"Where's Marty?" He growled, trying his best to imitate Sam, Dean, or Cas when they were in similar positions. The not-Marty just rolled her eyes, like she was bored.

"Yeah, no. We ain't doing that in here." She frowned, waving her hand simply. Jack scowled and tried to blast her back with his power, but he abruptly realized that he couldn't. Nothing was happening. She had taken his powers away. His eyes snapped open wide and he stared at his hand. Now he was the one taking a few steps back.

"W-what? I-" Jack stuttered. The not-Marty crossed her arms and leaned back on her heels, taking on a much more relaxed position.

"I think we got off on the wrong foot here, Jack. Can we start over?" She tilted her head and smiled pleasantly at him before sitting cross-legged on the ground. Jack nodded at her with a distrusting expression but hesitantly copied her position.

"Thank you, Jack. I'm sorry about the attitude earlier, it's just that, with this form you gave me, her personality and came with it and then there was your expectations and perception to deal with, so I had to battle through that. I'm very sorry, but I think we're all good now."

Jack was struck by just how pretty the pleasant smile on her face was and had to remind himself that it wasn't really Marty.

"What do you mean? Who are you?" He asked, expecting another vague and confusing answer. The girl giggled, her laugh sounded exactly like Marty's bubbling, wind chime laugh.

"I'm you, Jack!" She replied, brightly.

"No, you're not- you can't- how can you be me? I don't understand," Jack shook his head, bewildered. The girl giggled again.

"I'm not you you, of course. I'm your conscience! Or your sub-conscious or whatever, really." Jack didn't know what to say. Not-Marty leaned forward as if to tell him a secret. "Ya remember what I said about us being inside your head?" She reminded him.

"So, this is a dream?" He asked. She nodded.

"You could call it that, yes. So, you don't have to worry about Marty. When you wake up, she'll be right were you left her, safe, sound, and all cuddled up in your arms." She wrapped her arms around herself, jokingly. Jack nodded, sighing with relief, now he could figure out the rest of this weirdness.

"If you're my conscience, why do you look like Marty?" Was his next question. The girl claiming to be his conscience shrugged.

"You were thinking about her when you fell asleep. It's that simple." Jack nodded slowly.

"This is confusing," he stated. The girl just nodded.

"It is. Let's make it a little less confusing, shall we?" She stretched her hand out for him to shake, "I'm not Marty so how bout' you call me Cricket?"

"Why Cricket?"

"Like Jiminy Cricket! From Pinocchio!" She cheered. Jack took her hand and shook it firmly, still not completely sure he trusted all she was saying.

"Hello Cricket, it's nice to meet you?" He said, more as a question than a statement.

"It's nice to meet you too, Jack!" Cricket giggled for a moment before sobering up in a snap, "But we need to have a talk," She said, her voice grave.

"About what?" Asked Jack, carefully. Cricket chuckled at his apprehensive tone.

"Relax kiddo, it's not like I'm mad at you!" She reassured him.

"Then why am I here? What do we need to talk about?" Cricket frowned; her expression dark.

"We need to talk about Marty," She said. Jack narrowed his eyes.

"What about Marty?"

"There's something off about that girl, but I don't know what it is," Cricket answered.

"Why not?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Well, if you don't know, then I don't know, and we don't know!" She he exclaimed.

"Oh."

"But I'm telling you, all five-foot-two of this," Cricket gestured at Marty's body, "Isn't what it seems." Jack frowned.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying, Martina is dangerous," Cricket deadpanned.

"No! She's my friend! She's not dangerous!" Jack protested. Cricket raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Really? How much do you actually know about her? You don't even know her full name," She pointed out, her voice harsh. "She's keeping secrets, Jack."

"No."

"Don't make me the villain here, Jack. You're making me the villain, I'm not!"

"Stop! Get out of my head!" Jack shouted.

"Jack, listen to me. I'm you and I'm trying to protect us!" Jack scrambled to his feet, shaking his head.

"I don't believe you!" The girl in front of him stood too.

"If you won't listen to me, then maybe you'll listen to mom." Then Marty was gone. Standing in her place was Kelly Kline.

"Mom?" Jack whispered he couldn't stop himself inching forward. Kelly opened her arms.

"Jack! Please listen to me, you can't trust that girl. I know she's your friend, but you need to look-" Jack cut her off.

"You're not real!" He said, backing away. In an instant, Kelly was gone, and Cricket came back.

"Fine, suit yourself." Cricket's glared was ferocious and her voice was cruel. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

Jack blinked and when he opened his eyes, Cricket was gone.

***

"We should probably wake em' up," Sam whispered as the Impala rounded the turn off on the dirt road that led to the bunker.

"Wait! Cas, do me a favor," Dean said passing his phone to the angel in the back seat, "take a picture of those two." Jack and Marty were still fast asleep. The only thing that had changed in eight hours on the road was that Marty had grabbed a hand full of Jack's shirt. Taking the phone from Dean's hand, Cas snapped three pictures of the sleeping duo.

"Here." He passed the phone back to Dean who took his eyes off the road to observe the pictures.

"Awesome." Dean grinned. "These are going in the black-mail folder."

"In the what?" Sam asked.

"The black-mail folder, Sammy. You don't have one?"

"Uh, no."

"Your loss," Dean shrugged, turning his attention back to driving. The car was quiet for a few minutes.

"So, what's in the black-mail folder?" Sam asked after a bit. Dean smirked at his brother.

"You'll find out," He said, ominously, "Next time I want something, you'll find out."

Sam decided in that moment that he did not want to find out what was in Dean's black mail folder. As the bunker came into view, Castiel reached over and shook the shoulders of the sleeping pair next to him.

"Jack, Marty, we're here," Cas urged, gently. Jack eye's opened and he blinked the tiredness from them, his neck was stiff, so he stretched it out. Marty, however, did not wake nearly as easily.

"Martina." Cas shook her shoulder again.

"Hmm?"

"Wake up."

"Five more minutes." She murmured. Jack chuckled at her antics.

"Marty, wake up. We're home." Marty's big grey eyes fluttered open and she turned her head to look up at Jack.

"Home?" She sighed.

"Yeah, home," Jack said. Marty sat up and yawned, stretching her arms and rubbing her eyes.

"Home sounds pretty good."

~What story should I tell? Will it end happy? Will it turn out well? What dreams do I own? Can I call any place my home?

And I rock myself to sleep And I tell myself "Don't fall to deep" Cause I know by now You're not comin' for me

And I tell myself "Move along" And I tell myself "You were all wrong" But I know by now Wrong was right for me

I'll sleep peacefully~

Lyrics from: Sleep Peacefully by Lilly Kershaw

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[theminecraftbee]

more empires songs from Me <3

I Was An Island by John Allison Weiss is another ex-wither rose alliance song

You're an Ace, Kid by DEMONDICE could be a jimmy song.... where he was corrupted from the hero of the land to a killer of the dragon

Perfect Isn't Easy from Oliver and Company has tremendous Scott vibes in any context

Boys Will Be Bugs by Cavetown has Jimmy energy in that he's trying to hide his own (perceived) weakness from his many enemies

me, vibrating intensely: excellent. my evil plan to get people to recommend me music is working,

ALRIGHT LETS TALK ABOUT THESE.

i was an island is. a really good song, thank you for this recommendation, i love the song. anyway. analysis brain broke a little bit. "baby come back, you know i don't wanna be free". i am staring intensely. oh no. them. this hurts. oh no. them. a song about not trusting other people until they had each other, and then losing each other... the wither rose alliance was always a time bomb but DAMN if i don't wish they weren't because. friends. good friends. i miss them. good choice.

okay. so i really like you're an ace, kid for jimmy and his constant attempts to prove himself. he's so insecure about his own weaknesses and so determined to prove himself as strong. it is exactly the mindset he had going right up to the dragon killer. like. this chorus.

You're an ace dealt back on the rebound Know that if you wanna be a diamond star Ya better step up! Next rough patch, cue the re-wound mode Dakedo akiramenai, my soul (my soul)

The road to freedom can't be seen by downcast eyes So raise your gaze up 'til you're ten feet tall And shake your fist at the sky! Refuse to die or let them make you small 'Cause they love just to see you convinced You're just a "brick in the wall"

this is a really good jimmy chorus. i like this a lot. jimmy, convincing himself to do things that are bad ideas in order to make himself seem big? this song is very excellent for that. this is a really good pick. very good choice thank you

see and then now for perfect isn't easy, i'm just going to laugh and agree. that's a scott song alright. "perfect isn't easy, but it's me." yes, scott, good for you,

and man. you really hit it with the jimmy songs. this entire first verse of boys will be bugs is such a strong jimmy vibe that i'm not sure i have anything else to say other than. yeah. this is jimmy! this is him!

I eat sticks and rocks and mud I don't care about the government And I really need a hug I feel stupid (stupid) Ugly (ugly) Pretend it doesn't bother me I'm not very strong but I'll fuck you up if you're mean to bugs

that him! that the cod boy!

more really excellent song suggestions! thank you so much!

#answered #playlist #my favorite of these ones is youre an ace kid #these are all really excellent but i definitely like that one the most #i will listen to that one a lot

[andypandi]

reasons why "mune: the guardian of the moon" is a masterpiece

the color palette

bruh, the colors are amazing. i love the contrast between the day and the night. in the places were the sun shines, the color temperature is higher and in the places were the moon is in the sky, the color temperature is lower. here's an example:

the colors of the characters are awesome too and they help you to deduce more or less their personalities.

mune is blue. everything in him is blue. his eyes, his hair, his skin, his lil' cute nose, e v e r y t h i n g. the color blue is associated with open spaces, freedom, intuition, imagination, expansiveness, inspiration, and sensitivity, according to bourncreative.com and this words describe perfectly mune's personality.

sohone's skin is a mix of orange tones, orange being a vibrant color that is hot, healthy and engaging, but it can be abrasive and crass. this things describe more or less his personality. his eyes are yellow and his hair is white, combining in a nice way with his skin color.

glim's color palette is kinda similar to sohone's, but her personality is totally different. she's enthusiastic, adventurous, full of determination and kinda optimistic, and her colors demonstrate that pretty well. but she's a waxling, and when she freezes her color palette changes drastically, everything in her turning white. now, the color white is associated with innocence, fragility, clarity, simplicity and brilliance and guess who has those traits too (*cough cough* it's glim *cough cough*)

the awesome plot

i will not start to describe every detail of the plot, because if you don't discover them all by yourself then you won't feel the magic of this movie :(( all i have to say it's that the creators had a lot of imagination and creativity.

the character development

oh boy, esto se está poniendo bueno xd. let's start with phospho, one of the most underrated characters.

phospho was a guardian of the moon long time ago, while necross was the guardian of the sun. in his "teen ages" he was selfish and coward, hiding behind a rock when necross (a traitor who wanted to keep the sun all by himself) and xolal had that titan fight. but after 700 years, when sohone has entered the underworld and was attacked by those manipulative weird-ass snakes, he sacrificed himself to save the new guardian of the sun, this demonstrating that he wanted to change and become a better person (creature??) btw he gives me a lot of ray (from "the princess and the frog") vibes.

the next character is ofc, mune, the protagonist. at the beginning of the movie he was a shy and indecisive cute guy that wasn't really sure that he's the right one for the "protecting the moon job" and his insecurities made him to lose control of the moon temple, messing up the normal course of the world. bit he decides to correct his mistakes and goes in the underworld with sohone to help him to bring the sun again. in this lil' trip our baby blue satyr demonstrates that he's not a crybaby and that he's powerful too :"3

now, let's talk about sohone. i really dislike him (just look at him, he's a creature-like version of gaston from "beauty and the beast" lmao), but i can't ignore his character development. at first, he's a f*cking prick that is only interested in his good looks, his important position as a guardian of the sun and in succeeding in flirting with girls. when he meets glim he's fascinated by her, but when she starts to say that he's going the wrong way to the underworld bc that's what the ancient books say, he starts to throw sexist words to glim and his attitude towards her changes drastically. b*tch, if you don't like to read books, don't judge the others who like to read and accept their opinions too, it won't hurt. and how could i forget how mean was to mune too? (rn, while searching more about this movie, i saw that there are people who ship mune and sohone 😳 wtf is wrong with you??) but, in the end, he redeems himself in a way or another, stops subestimating mune and glim and becomes a little more aware of his actions.

the animation

the animation, for a non-disney movie that was published in 2014 in a country that isn't USA or Japan it's f*cking amazing! the details in the skin, the hair, the plants, the fur and the sky are so well done that i could even have the guts to say that it's the same as in frozen 2 whOoPs-

the transition from the real world to the dream world

the whole thing with the dream world is absolutely amazing. not just the idea of it, but how it was integrated into the movie. the creators had the awesome thought to change the animation style when the plot was performed in the dream world, into a "sketchy" one, with basic colors and without pompous shades and stuff. this thing was made so well, that everyone who watches the movie can understand the difference between the two worlds. even if the drawings are more sketchy and basic, the animation is still pretty smooth and really pleasant to look at.

the soundtrack

omaigash tHe sOuNdTrAcK 7u7 i really simp the composers of this marvelous songs that fit so well with the animation and the plot. the background music literally floods you in a pleasant atmosphere. this makes me go so emotional, because i haven't seen in a long time a movie were the soundtrack is this good that makes you feel like you're a part of the fictional world :"3

the message of the movie

first of all, it's a movie made for little kids, so it's pretty logical that the message is a simple one, bUt that doesn't mean that a teenager or an adult can't learn from it too. as we can see, at first, mune was really insecure about his worth and powers and he felt unworthy of the honor of being a guardian of the moon. but after a little 💫adventure💫 he learned that he's powerful and that HE CAN DO IT. so, please, don't subestimate yourselves, you're strong and awesome <3 and be ambitious too, if you aren't ambitious you can't succeed in life. so go and reach your dreams, you deserve it uwuwuwu

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