#taylors version series

[greta-flanveet]

Everything Has Changed

summary: Penny gets moved into her college dorm and starts her new adventure. As she starts to settle into her new life, she’s paired up with her classmate, Danny, for a group project.

warnings: fluff, light cursing, college freshman stuff

word Count: 2229

A/N: This is the first installment of the Taylor's Version series! Thank you so much to @way-to-go-lad for helping to edit this and make it readable! Enjoy! Follow the link below if you'd like to be on the taglist!

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The humid August air wafts through your window as you put the last box of trinkets on the floor below your desk. Wiping the sweat from your brow, you turn to your parents and pump a fist in the air. Classes haven’t even started yet and college is already a demanding experience. Your mom tosses her head back and laughs while your dad starts opening boxes. 

“Dad, just relax a minute.” You offer. 

“Oh yes, sweetheart.” He stands to meet you. “You’re right, the boxes will unpack themselves if we leave them long enough.” Your mom bites back a laugh and you roll your eyes.

“Whatever Dad.” 

You drop yourself onto the stiff dorm room mattress and examine the yellow brick walls. This is home for the next five months. You take a deep breath and sit up, smiling at your parents. 

“So, who’s gonna miss me the most when you get back home?” You tease. 

Your parents stay silent, exchanging a glance before your dad chimes in.

“Well, I’m going to miss the silence.” You and your mom laugh as she shushes him and slaps his arm.

“What?” He shrugs, shooting you a wink.

You bend over and start unpacking your bedding, clothes, and pictures from home. The hour and a half of work seems to fly as your parents joke and reminisce with you about childhood stories and their college experiences. They give you the “No drinking, no drugs, no sex” talk while you fold your clothes. They remind you to call home and ask for anything you might need while you walk to the bookshelf. Your dad pats you on the back and tells you he’s proud of you while you put the finishing touches on your desk. It’s starting to become real.

“Penn?” Your mom says as she’s getting ready to go. 

“Mom?” You say, nudging her arm.

“Just,” she looks like she’s going to cry. “Have fun, study hard, and I’ll see you at Christmas. We love you so much.” Suddenly there’s a lump in your throat.

“Did she start crying yet?” Your dad, ever the jokester, puts a tight arm around your mom, kissing her forehead. “She’s right. Don’t do anything stupid and don’t be afraid to call us. We love you, okay?” 

You’re at a shortage of words as you croak out a “Love you, too.” and squeeze your parents. They say their final goodbyes and you watch them leave through your dorm window. 

This morning you were nothing but a ball of excitement. Now you’re still excited, but more anxious than anything. College is a big step for anyone, but being the oldest sibling and the first kid to leave the house makes it an even bigger deal for you. You look out across the hall, waiting to see who your neighbor might be, hoping they’re not weird. You open up your class schedule about a million times before realizing you're hungry and it's time to get food. Maybe you’ll meet someone in the cafeteria. 

You walk in and realize it’s empty save for two people. Quietly, you sit down and listen to your music and eat your meal alone. The walk back to your dorm is quiet as the summer air warms your skin. You slip into your building and into your newly decorated dorm room and leave the door open, hoping to see somebody, anybody else besides your reflection. After a few minutes, your ears perk up and the sound of voices and laughter. A rush of excitement and nerves rushes through you as you debate poking your head into the hallway. When you do, you don’t regret it.

“Hey, are you new here?” A blonde girl turns to you and waves.

“Yeah! I just moved in today.” You say. She smiles and walks toward your door.

“Thank god! I thought it was just us up here.” She laughs and gestures to the girl hiding behind her. “I’m Felicity, this is my roommate Celeste!”

“Hi.” Celeste waves.

“I’m Penny, nice to meet you.” 

“If you want to come, we’re doing face masks in our room in like 20 minutes. Come in your jammies if you want to join!” Felicity offers.

“Yeah! I’d like that. What number are you?” 

“Room 314!” She smiles, turning around with Celeste and walking back to their room.

In 20 minutes sharp, you’re down the hall. You barely have to knock once when the door opens. It’s Celeste, her face covered in blue goop. She gestures to her drying mask and silently waves you in. When she shuts the door behind you, you’re welcomed by Felicity, who’s wearing a sheet mask.

“Penny! Come in. I don’t know what sorts of masks you like but there’s a ton of choices.” She says, gesturing to the wide selection of bottles and foil on the ground. 

“Holy shit.” You breathe, giggling slightly. “You guys are prepared for the apocalypse!” 

The music pairs perfectly with Celeste’s laughter as she struggles to keep her face still. You land on an eucalyptus sheet mask, supposedly for rejuvenation, and join the other two girls on the floor.

“So, Penny,” Celeste mumbles. “What brings you here?” 

Both girls eagerly await your response as you take a large sip of water.

“The English program here is amazing. I’d love to be a writer of some sort one day.” 

“Wow.” They say in unison.

“My mother used to write,” Felicity starts. “I’ve never been good at it, but she loves it. She swears it helped her through a lot when she was younger. I’d love to see what she’s hiding one day.” 

“That’s really cool!” You say. “What are you guys studying?”

“Um.” They both start at the same time.

“Biology. Hopefully that’ll land me somewhere medical-ish one day.” Says Felicity.

“Art. Why not?” Celeste shrugs. 

“Aw, man.” You sigh. “I guess we won’t have too many classes together then?” 

“Oh. Probably not.” Felicity furrows her brows and pauses the music. “But, on a different note, do you guys want to help me swipe on Tinder?” She wiggles her eyebrows mischievously. 

“Definitely.” You turn to see Celeste giving an enthusiastic thumbs up. 

The next hour and a half is spent talking, swiping through the app, comparing class schedules, and planning first day outfits. You feel your nerves melt away like the mask residue on your cheeks. Making friends should always be this easy, you decide. The three of you talk about boys, your hometowns, favorite movies, favorite books and more as the time rolls by. Suddenly, it’s midnight. 

“Oh shit.” you curse. “I have to go guys.” Celeste quirks a brow.

“Why?” She asks.

“I have a meeting with my advisor tomorrow, I’ve got some scheduling things to sort out.” They nod in understanding. “But, what if we grab lunch tomorrow? We can debrief on your Tinder dates, Felicity.” The three of you exchange a look and giggle. 

“Deal.”

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The next few weeks fly by quicker than you thought. You get lunch with Celeste and Felicity almost every day and work on homework together after classes. You call home to your parents as many times as you think about it, filling them in on the important things. Your mom picked up a knitting habit in lieu of you being home and your dad is suddenly a master chef. You tell them that you don’t have any professors you don’t like. It’s a lie. Your history professor is old and unbearable, but they don’t need to know that. 

Your daily routine is the same thing all the time. You wake up and get to your morning classes, eat, maybe squeeze in a nap, and work. While your friends and lessons brighten your day, you’re starting to get bored. This is certainly not the college experience you saw in films growing up. You refuse to party despite the invitations and you don’t have time for any clubs this semester. Your socialization consists of your classes, your parents, and your two friends. No boys, no parties, and no clubs.

Week 5 of English 101 comes as an answer to your prayers. You walk across campus to class and take your spot. As you begin pulling out materials for the period, you watch as everybody else files in. It usually seems like you’re the most enthusiastic person in the room, but especially today. The other kids migrate in like zombies and if it hadn’t been for your dose of coffee and love of writing, you might have done the same. The chatter of the room fills your ears as you watch the clock, waiting for your professor. When he walks in, the room fills with quiet and half-assed attention. The change in misery makes you wonder if you're attending a funeral instead of a lecture.

“Alright, this week is your partnered report project. Here is a rubric.” He says, handing out papers to each row on seats. “As you can see, I will pick your partners for you. The prompt will be assigned to you as well and at random. The easiest way to go about this project is to decide with your partner who will research and who will type. Trust me, I’ve seen things blow up without that guidance.” 

The class laughs a little at the thought and murmurs about who they might be paired with and what their topic might be. After a moment of discussion, your professor begins to dole out partners. He reads through the list of names and as he calls out to people you watch your peers sit beside their assigned partner. About halfway through, your ears perk up at the sound of your name. 

“Penelope and Daniel are my next pair. Get working.” You scan the room for who he might be, but he’s already walking towards you. 

He’s tall, with a yellow t-shirt and black jeans. His hair is curly and beautiful, you almost want to reach out and see if it’s as soft as it looks. He’s built like an athlete, but maybe he’s just fit. His nose is gorgeous, too. It’s unique with a hooked end. How have you not seen him before?

When he clears his throat, you feel silly for staring. Scooting in your chair, you make room for him to get into the open seat next to you. He’s even prettier at eye level.

“Hi, I’m Danny!” He extends his hand to you for a shake.

“Penny.” You respond. “We didn’t get our prompt yet, did we?”

Danny shakes his head. “No. If I’m honest, this guy seems like he's a couple beakers short of a lab set.” You laugh at the comment and Danny smiles.

“I think he’s just old.” You offer, trying to be nice.

“Whatever you say.” He shoots back. “So, what’s your year and major?” 

“Freshman and English, actually. What about you?” 

“Sophomore and Education. I’ve gotta follow in the old man’s footsteps somehow, right?” He breathes a laugh.

“Oh! Does he teach?” You ask, tilting your head.

“He does. He’s damn good at it too. I always had a built-in tutor at home.”  

“Wow, that’s really special, Danny. I bet he’s happy to know that you’re keeping up the legacy.” Danny smiles and you wonder if he’s blushing for a split second.

“I hope so. I really want to golf, though. That’s where my heart is.” 

“My dad loves golf, but I’ve never understood it. I can keep up with everything else except golf.” You laugh. 

“Oh, well, the scoring is in reverse sort of, that’s the easiest way to think about it.” 

Just like that, Danny opens up to you. He tells you all about the rules and clubs and terminology. He tells you about why he loves golfing so much and why he’d do it for the rest of his life if he could. He rambles on for a few minutes and you try hanging onto every word. Your eyes flicker between his bright eyes and his smile and you find yourself getting lost in his passion for the sport. You notice how he uses his hands to speak and fixes his hair and scrunches his eyebrows and- 

“Alright, now that you’ve divided your duties, here are your prompts. They will all be based on The Great Gatsby, as that’s the only thing we’ve completed so far.” 

Just like that, it’s back to business. When the class is dismissed and after you and Danny have had time to discuss, he turns to you.

“Can I have your number?” He asks. Your heart skips a beat.

“Sure!” You respond, maybe a little too enthusiastically.

“Great! I’m free tomorrow if you want to work on the project?” He offers.

“Perfect!” You smile. That damned project. “Text me the details, I’ll let you plan since you’ve been here longer.”

“Cool.” He stands up, smiling down at you. “It was really great to meet you.” He says, meeting your eyes.

“You too! Maybe I’ll see you around later.” You say.

You slip your backpack over your shoulders and push your chair in. When you walk out, Danny follows you to the end of the hallway and rounds a different corner, but not before calling out to you.

“See you later, Penny!”

“Bye Danny!” 

Maybe this year wasn’t going to be so boring after all, you think, walking back to your dorm.

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[soniruza]

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[everlarksquell]

in a world of boys

he’s a gentleman

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[ilyasorokinn]

mary's song (oh my my my) , quinn hughes

note, this fic is part of the "taylor's version" series, but all the pieces in that series are stand alone. a side note, i might use the whole song or just a quote for the fic. i also might not use the entire verse. just depends. sorry if that's confusing. feel free to ask questions. another note, okay i haven't touched this series in literally a year, but i will try to write it more. i'm still excited about it and want to write it! so, i'm starting out with a popular player so you all get excited lol pair, quinn hughes x reader summary, a fic based on "mary's song (oh my my my)" from taylor swift's debut taylor swift album. warnings, none :) word count, 2494 words

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she said, "i was seven and you were nine" i looked at you like the stars that shine in the sky, the pretty lights and our daddies used to joke about the two of us growing up and falling in love and our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes and said, "oh my, my, my"

You lived right down from the Hughes family. Your parents were good friends so you spent lots of time with their family growing up. So, growing up you, your brother, and the Hughes boys would have tons of playdates and would go to the park together.

Growing up so closely with them, little Y/N did develop a crush on her neighbor Quinn. Everyone around you, all the adults, could tell. Kids weren't exactly subtle with their feelings.

One summer night, you were all in your backyard, post-barbeque. All the adults were sitting in lawn chairs, watching the five of you play. Well, it was more like Quinn, Jack, and your older brother Y/B/N, were playing and you were sitting in the grass watching all of them while baby Luke was asleep in his mom's lap.

They were trying to play a game of hockey, but the numbers weren't even. No one wanted to be goalie, so it was just one on one on one, "This would've been easier if you'd play, Y/N." Your brother pointed out.

"Leave her alone," Quinn spoke up in your honor.

"Yeah." You butted in, glaring at your brother.

Your dad chuckled as he watched you watch Quinn's every move, "What?" Your mom asked.

"Y/N. She's always watching Quinn." Jim and Ellen looked over and saw you watching Quinn.

"Can you imagine if those two ever got together?" Jim joked, sharing a laugh with your dad.

"That'll be the day." Your dad clinked his beer with Jim. Your mom and Ellen shared a look, before rolling their eyes and shaking their heads.

take me back to the house in the backyard tree said you'd beat me up, you were bigger than me you never did, you never did take me back when our world was one block wide i dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried just two kids, you and i oh my, my, my, my

"Come on," Quinn called after you. He knocked on your door one day after school and told you to follow after him. So, you did. You ran as fast as your legs could take you, but you still couldn't keep up with him.

"Come on, you're so slow." Quinn groaned, slowing down for a second, "If you don't run any faster, I'm gonna beat you up." You couldn't tell if he was joking, so you stopped running.

"Y/N, what're you doing?"

"You said you were gonna beat me up." You narrowed your eyes at him.

"Cause you're moving too slow." He whined, "I wasn't actually going to beat you up. I was just joking."

"Well, it wasn't funny." You started running again alongside him before you finally made it to the treehouse in the Hughes's backyard.

You and Quinn finally made it to the tree and looked up at the treehouse then looked back to each other, "You go first." You pushed him up in front of the ladder.

"No, you." He grabbed your arm and shoved you towards the ladder.

"You." You managed to get your arm back and push him back in front of the ladder. He finally cracked and began climbing up the ladder. Once he was halfway up, you began your descent up.

Once you were both up, you sat down on the ground together, "So, why did you bring me up here?"

"Just wanted to hang out." He shrugged, "We always hang out with Jack and Y/B/N. It's never just the two of us."

"Well, what do you want to do?" You asked, posing a good question.

"Truth or dare?"

"It's not fun when it's just the two of us." You frowned.

"Then we'll just have to think of really good truth or dares," Quinn stated.

"Fine." You crossed your arms, "I dare you to..." You pursed your lips as you thought about it, "... kiss me."

"Kiss you?" Quinn repeated.

"Yeah." You nodded.

"Well..." Quinn hesitated, "Okay." He shrugged and leaned in, lips pursed. When you realize he was serious, you quickly stood up and climbed down the ladder of the treehouse as quickly as you could.

"Y/N? What the heck?" Quinn called down.

"I have to go!" You shouted, running all the way home and shutting the door loudly when you got home.

i was sixteen when suddenly i wasn't that little girl you used to see but your eyes still shined like pretty lights and our daddies used to joke about the two of us they never believed we'd really fall in love and our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes and said, "oh my, my, my"

Somewhere in between the playfights, childish dares, and first days of school, the five of you grew up. Your brother and Quinn had graduated the year previous and were getting ready for college.

Y/B/N, being the responsible older brother, was in charge of driving you to school. So, on the morning of the first day of school, you both walked out to the car.

"Hey, Y/N, Y/B/N!" Ellen hollered, "Why don't we get a picture of all five of you together?"

"Mom," Jack whined.

"Just one photo," Ellen reassured. You all got into position and smiled, "All right, see, you're all done." She turned off the camera, "All right you three, have a great day." She kissed both her kid's heads before hugging both you and your brother.

"Bye, Q." You waved.

"Bye, Y/N/N." He waved back.

"So, what're you gonna do with all your spare time now?" Ellen asked, watching as the four of you drove off.

"Probably sulk 'cause Y/N's not gonna be around." Jim joked.

"Shut up." Quinn tried to hide his laugh as he made his way back inside the house.

"Y/N and Quinn, sittin' in a tree." Jim teased, following Quinn inside the house.

-

You smiled to yourself as one of the little girls in your neighborhood chased a boy around the yard, "Proposition for you." You jumped when you heard Quinn and quickly turned around to find him joining you at the picnic table.

"All right." You nodded.

"You go on a date with me."

"Oh, yeah? And what do I get in return?"

"An awesome free dinner paid for by me." He flashed you a smile.

You pretended to ponder it and think about it, "I guess that sounds nice."

"You guess?" Quinn balked.

"I guess." You shrugged watching his reaction shift from excited to confused, "I'm kidding." You then watched him break out into a nervous laugh.

"Oh, cool." He tried to play it off as if he wasn't freaking out inside.

Your parents were, once again, sitting in lawn chairs, watching you and Quinn awkwardly flirt, "Our babies are growing up." Your mom spoke dramatically.

"All grown up." Ellen nodded.

"Never thought he had in him, I gotta admit." Both your dad's kept talking and laughing about how you and Quinn were finally getting together.

take me back to the creek beds we turned up 2 a.m. riding in your truck and all i need is you next to me take me back to the time we had our very first fight the slamming of doors instead of kissing goodnight you stayed outside till the morning light oh my, my, my, my

When Quinn would come back from school, he would always come over in the early hours of the morning and he would whisk you away to the place you had designated as your spot.

"Shooting star." You pointed up to the sky. You were both laying on the hood of his car, looking up at the sky. You looked over at him, only to find that he wasn't looking up at the sky but at you, "Why aren't you looking at the sky."

"Cause you're my whole world." Your heart soured and turned your head to the side so he wouldn't see the shy smile making its way onto your face.

"You sure know how to make a girl feel special, Quinn Hughes." You leaned into him. He only hummed, pressing a kiss to your head as you continued to look up at the sky.

-

You had little spats before, tiny disagreements here and there, but your first fight, it was something you never wanted to experience again.

"Are you serious right now?" You spat.

"I just don't get why you're making such a big thing out of this." Quinn shrugged.

"Quinn, this is big. I was gonna introduce you to all my friends and you just didn't show up."

"I'm sorry, I just lost track of time." He shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants.

"Quinn..."

"What do you want me to say?"

"Anything!" You shouted, "I want you to give me a better explanation than you just forgot."

"It's the truth!" He raised his voice.

You scoffed, "I'm done." You raised your hands in surrender.

"What do you mean "you're done"?" Quinn asked.

"I mean I'm tired. We're going in circles and getting nowhere, so I'm gonna go home." You rubbed your eyes and headed for the door, "We can talk in the morning."

He stared at you, silent as he tried to figure out what he was gonna say next, but when no words came out, you walked out the door.

The next morning, you woke up and didn't want to move," Good morning." Your mother knocked before entering.

You groaned, turning away from her and trying to go back to sleep, "Before you fall back asleep, just thought you'd want to know there's someone waiting for you on the porch."

You quirked a brow before pushing the covers off and making your way out to the porch of your house where Quinn was laying, asleep, a couple blankets thrown across him.

You stared at him frozen, "He was here all night."

"How do you know?"

"Heard someone on the porch last night, came out this morning, and saw him." Your mom explained before closing the door and giving you both some privacy.

You sat down on the step next to him and just watched him for a second before gently waking him up, "Q." You whispered, shaking him gently.

He moved, rubbing his eyes, before opening them and locking eyes with you, "Hey." He yawned.

"Hi." You smiled, "Heard you were here all night."

"Yeah." He stretched a little before sitting up and giving you all his attention, "I didn't really like the way things ended last night."

"Me either." You sighed.

"I'm really sorry, Y/N. I really did lose track of time, and by the time i realized what time it was, the dinner was over, and I know it's a sucky excuse, but it's the truth."

"I might've been a little harsh. There's another get-together in like a week..."

"I'll be there." He cut you off with a firm nod of his head.

"I know you will." You smiled, reaching over and squeezing his hand.

a few years had gone and come around we were sitting at our favorite spot in town and you looked at me, got down on one knee

After you had graduated from college, you moved up to Vancouver with Quinn and got a job at a hospital. You both got into a nice comfortable routine.

During the break, you went home to visit family and celebrate the holidays. Before you could even breathe, you were both wrapped in a million hugs by both sets of parents.

"It's nice to see you too, Mom." You chuckled, hugging her.

"How's work? Tell me all about it." You were whisked off to the kitchen table where Ellen quickly followed and you were soon immersed in a deep conversation about all the gossip you had missed while you were gone.

After dinner, everyone retreated to their own spaces so you and Quinn headed out to the treehouse that was somehow still standing in the Hughes' backyard.

"I can't believe this is still standing." You laughed as you climbed to the top.

You laid back and looked up at the stars, "We used to come up here all the time, remember?"

"How could I forget? We'd come up here and you'd tell me all those crazy facts about the solar system."

"I knew you probably didn't understand anything I was saying, but you being there, it was sweet." You leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"Listen, I have a proposition." You smiled.

"All right." You nodded.

"Marry me." He stated.

Your eyes widened and your mouth opened in shock, "Are you serious?"

"So serious." He nodded, pulling out a ring box from his pocket and popping it open.

"Quinn Hughes..." You couldn't find the words you were so speechless.

"What do you say? You and me forever?"

"God, of course. Is that even a question?" You tackled him in a hug, "You're crazy." You laughed, letting him slip the ring on your finger.

take me back to the time when we walked down the aisle our whole town came and our mamas cried you said, "i do", and i did too

Quinn felt like he was going to explode with nerves, "Dude, calm down." He looked out into the crowd and literally everyone you knew was there. Every grandparent, aunt, uncle, former coaches, current coaches, teammates, former teammates, everyone.

"This is worse than my first game." He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.

"You're gonna be fine." Jack reassured, flattening his tie, "Just breathe." He took another deep breath, "There you go."

"All right." He shook off his nerves the best he could and stood straight at the front. The music started and the doors opened. The bridesmaids and groomsmen walked in, then everyone stood.

He felt his breathing hitch as he saw you walk in. You smiled at him and every nerve in his body, he felt it disappear instantly. You met him at the altar, and kissed your dad on the cheek, watched him shake Quinn's hand, then handed your bouquet off to your maid of honor.

The reception felt like it went by too quickly, "Do you Quinn Hughes take Y/N Y/L/N to be your wife?"

"I do." Quinn nodded.

"And do you, Y/N Y/L/N, take Quinn Hughes to be your husband?" You could hear both your mothers' crying and being comforted by your fathers.

"I do." You nodded.

"Then by the power vested in me, you may now kiss." You couldn't help the smile on your face when you both leaned in for the first kiss. You linked hands as you made your way back down the aisle, big smiles on both of your faces.

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I was born in 1989, reinvented for the first time in 2014, and a part of me was reclaimed in 2023 with the re-release of this album I love so dearly… It's been waiting for you. 1989 (Taylor's Version) | Oct. 27, 2023

#taylor swift #tswiftedit #tswiftgif #1989 #1989 taylor's version #userelena #userleah #I said to myself 'make it 1989 but also make it lover aesthetic' when I opened photoshop lol #so I guess this is it ;'p #oh and one thing: the point of this series of TV gifsets of mine is to use newer contents to fit the old tracks but #I srsly DON'T KNOW WHAT TO USE on Is It Over Now? & Bad Blood remix #We don't have much since post-Lover era :/ #sorry for the lack of punctuation on the song titles this font wont let me but I want neon fonts :( #my favorite vault track is “Slut!” it's hard to choose tho I love 'em all #at this point listening to Now That We Don't Talk and controlling my urge to get up and dance

[coffeekeyboardsss]

#I require help #too much content to absorb at once #1989 era #1989 taylor's version #taylor swift 1989 #1989 tv #ts 1989 #loki #loki series #loki laufeyson #loki season 2 #mcu loki #fnaf #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #fall of the house of usher #the fall of the house of usher #tfothou

[lokiusly]

Loki watched over Don’s timeline now and then.

He could never shake off the gratitude he had for timeline Mobius—how willing he was to help Loki save the multiverse when asked (after a lot of heavy persuasion mind you).

And so now, Loki felt this need to watch over him and his family.

They would have everything they ever wanted, everything that they needed. Loki would be their guardian angel.

Don had held up his end of the bargain, and now it was Loki’s turn.

#Loki makes sure Don and his kids are safe Loki promised #Mobius doesn’t even know that Loki knows 😫😩 Mobius has no idea that Loki is keeping his word #Miss minutes play ‘you’re in love’ Taylor’s version by Taylor swift #lokius #mobius #loki season 2 #loki show #loki x mobius #loki spoilers #mobius m mobius #mcu loki #loki laufeyson #loki #mobius and loki #loki series #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #marvel #loki odinson #wowki #loki season two #mcu #loki s2 #loki and mobius #lokiedit #loki marvel #mobius mcu #lokius au #lokius headcanons #lokius imagine

[greta-flanveet]

READ THE FIRST PART OF DANNY (TV) NOW!

#danny gvf #danny wagner #taylors version series

[soniruza]

The Eras Tour (Soniruza's Version)!

💚💛💜❤️🩵🖤🩷🩶🤎💙🤍

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[olithewitch]

I noticed while looking at Joel's Neck Kisses playlist that the version of love story on the playlist is not the Taylor's Version. This means that either he is not a swiftie and does not care if the song is the Taylor's Version or not(but that is kinda boring) or he is a swiftie and has a preference for the stolen version over the Taylor's Version(for reference I am a swiftie who for specific songs prefers the stolen version over the Taylor's Version). He is probably not a swiftie but I thought this would be funny to post.

#smallishbeans #taylor swift #love story #smalletho #boat boys #ethoslab #taylor's version #love story taylor's version #fearless #fearless taylor’s version #spotify #hermitcraft #hermitcraft season 10 #double life #life series #traffic life #3rd life #trafficshipping #hermitshipping

[roosterbruiser]

𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝟐𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝, 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

You knew it as soon as you saw him for the first time. 

He was sitting just outside The Hard Deck, sipping a whiskey sour and watching the sun set in a glaze of glorious orange. You had stepped outside for just a moment, only to catch your breath. But you’d seen him sitting there, his honey-colored eyes so intently gazing at the sinking sun and his lips in a sweet smile. 

Something in your chest came loose when he glanced at you for the first time, when his cheeks flooded and he stuttered out an apology and offered to move his feet out of the only other chair so you could sit down. It felt like some anchor had come undone and you were free-floating to the freshwater at the surface, leaving behind all the murky bottom feeders you’d known before Bradley looked at you. It was like you immediately knew that this is how you would tell time: before he looked at you and after he looked at you. 

“Y’alright?” Bradley asked after a moment, the world almost alarmingly quiet around the two of you. Just some crying seagulls and crashing waves. “I really don’t mind moving! Wouldn’t mind the company either--honest!” 

As if to prove his point, he let his feet drop from the chair and pushed it towards you.

You didn’t trust yourself to form a syllable so you nodded, smiling a small smile, before sitting in the chair beside him. 

Bradley was a bit perplexed. One minute he was staring out over the ocean, thinking about his parents, and the next the most perfect fucking human specimen he’d ever seen was staring at him with a slacked jaw. Your cheeks were very rosy and your lips were swollen and your eyes were glossy--fucking perfect--and you were looking at him like you knew him. 

“Do I know you from somewhere?” He asked after a moment, eyebrows knit. 

You gathered your dress in your hands, fiddling nervously. Tilting your head and squinting, you looked at him again. You knew he was trying to place you--trying to figure out why you looked so familiar to him. 

“I don’t think so,” you told him. 

His chest grew warm at the first sound of your voice. 

He offered his hand, smiling. 

“I’m Bradley,” he said. “Promise I’m not always a chair hog.” 

You bit your lip, taking his hand in yours. And you just knew that his hand was one you were going to hold for a long time--a sturdy and sweet thing, one that fit into yours very nicely.

“Hi, Bradley,” you grinned. You knew it was going to fall out of your mouth, knew that those few glasses of wine you had were about to put in the work. “I think I’m your future wife.”

That day outside The Hard Deck feels like a very long time ago right now.

Right now, you’re lying on a different beach hundreds of miles away. It is warm, but not the same warm that California is. The sun is high in the sky, only a few wispy clouds drifting lazily up ahead. The sand is denser here, more white and less gold. There are much less people here, on this beach in Virginia, which you’re okay with. Less music, less hollering, less squealing, more room. 

The tired beach towel underneath your body smells achingly like your home with Bradley: detergent, cologne, fresh air. It’s soft against the parts of your body that are not covered by your bikini. 

You’re resting your heavy eyes, combing your fingers through Bradley’s damp curls languidly, trying not to squint up at the sun. He’s lying on his belly, mostly in the sand, with his cheek pressed against your belly. 

He’s somewhere between awake and asleep, his limbs heavy from carrying you around in the water--even though he would never admit that--and his belly full of the nectarines and cheese you brought in the picnic basket. Absently, he’s rubbing the smooth skin of your bump, humming softly when he feels your son nestle just beneath his palms. 

He’s always holding onto you in one way or the other--which he’s been doing since the very beginning. Things move fast when you tell someone that you’re their future wife, which you had never done before and he had never heard before. You were married before the following year, a spur-of-the-moment elopement just before his first big deployment after you two came together, and after a handful of years hopping all around the United States, you’re finally settled in his hometown together. 

And not long after you settled into your little bungalow, just catching your breaths after so many years on the move, did you discover you were pregnant. Your baby boy, whom you are going to name Archie Nicholas, is due in a few weeks time. He will be born in the warmest month of the summer--which is also the month you met Bradley all those years ago--which tickles you to think about.

The pregnancy has drifted forwards lazily, easily. You like it--pregnancy suits you. Just a bit of morning sickness, some swelling, and a few vivid dreams here and there. Bradley likes it, too--more than he cares to admit to anyone except you. 

Pregnancy has calmed you down, not that he needed you to calm down. You’re more slow-moving and sleepy now, always walking into his arms with pillow lines pressed into your cheeks and a yawn just behind your lips. You’re happy, an almost mindless kind of happy that just happens to you like that’s your natural state.

Bradley, who has always been an overly-attentive partner and sweet man, has only become more perfect in the months you’ve been growing your son. Kissing your belly in greeting each time he sees you, reading bedtime stories to your bump, struggling with that beautiful but complicated crib for a week, sending you baby names all day while he’s supposed to be working, bringing home those crab rangoons you’re always craving, playing with your hair in bed, telling you how big your baby is every week. 

You’ve known since the moment you saw him that he is the love of your life. And it is only reinforced every single day with every single breath that fills his lungs.

It’s simple, really. 

As simple as that board nose and those pert lips fall into your field of vision in the blue morning light. As simple as beholding him beneath the Virginia sun as he sips a lemonade and watches the clouds drift across overhead. As simple as watching his belly flex with laughter as he sprawls out on the floor after one too many whiskey sours.

You just know. 

You shift slightly, rolling your shoulders. 

“Y’okay, mama?” Bradley asks, voice thick with sleep. 

He blinks at you a few times and you hum in response, stroking the warm skin of your belly a few times. 

“M’fine,” you answer breathily. “Think your son is awake, though.” 

Like he’s been waiting for you to say it, Bradley feels movement beneath his cheek. This far along it feels much more pronounced, which he finds incredible. It’s tumbling and turning instead of little flutters. It’s a feeling that there is no mistaking. 

“No sleep for the wicked. Morning, sweet boy,” Bradley whispers to your son, pressing a couple open-mouthed kisses to your belly. “Mama too relaxed for your liking?” 

You laugh softly, glancing down at him. He’s grinning up at you.

“He prefers it when I’m his human rocking chair,” you breathe out, smiling when a foot or an elbow presses against your palm. “As in--moving.”

Bradley tuts, gazing up at you as you let your eyes slip shut again. 

You are still, without a doubt, the most perfect person he’s ever seen in his life. You have those glossy eyes and perpetually-swollen lips that he loves, which are only enhanced when you have enough drinks to get giggly. You’ve grown and flourished with life these past eight months, becoming fuller and pinker with joy as you’ve grown yours and Bradley’s firstborn child. 

It’s been precious, really, watching the person he loves the most carry his baby. He wasn’t sure you could ever get more precious to him, but you’ve continued to prove him wrong time and time again. 

He was enamored the first moment he saw you, all in and head over heels by the second date when you read his Tarot cards and completely bullshitted your way through it. 

When he proposed, only a few days before you two got married in a shitty courthouse in his service khakis and one of your old dresses, he thought that was when you were most precious to him: throat flexed with laughter, tears brimming your eyes, toothy grin on your lips. 

Then he thought you would never get more precious to him than when he came home from that first deployment, when he walked into the house to paper flowers decorating the walls and diced fresh fruit on a platter--which you knew is what he missed the most on the carrier besides you. And, even now, this is how you greet him when he comes home from deployment. All those sweet, hand-cut paper flowers and laboriously diced fruit just for him. 

There was even one night, just before you made the big move to Virginia together, when his heart screeched to a halt when he saw you. Naked in the early morning light, strewn across your floral sheets, hair standing up every which way. You were snoring softly, sleeping through the alarm you set. And in the doorway, with a mug of coffee in his hands for you, he thought that was it: he would never love you more than he did right there.

But then one day, he came home from work and found paper flowers taped to the bedroom door and a plate of fruit cut up. And you’d explained to him, with tears in your eyes and every single box from the move still ready to be unpacked, that you were going to give him a child. 

Every single day since then, even on the days that you cry over Toyota commercials and suddenly can’t stand the stench of beer, you have only become more precious to him. More precious than he ever knew one human could be to another. 

“Give mama some peace,” Bradley mutters, pressing his palm against your belly. You smile, your throat warm just listening to your husband speak to the baby that is so nearly in his arms. “She’s precious, did you know that? Of course, you’re precious, too. But mama’s our girl. Gotta let her sleep so she doesn’t fall asleep during Breaking Bad again.” 

Your whole body vibrates as you laugh, the calling seagulls in the distance no match to your booming laughter. Archie kicks at the movement, at the sound. Bradley’s laughing, too, moving closer to you. 

“I’m growing a human here,” you defend, a grin still biting your lips. “I don’t have time to get involved in Walter White’s life.” 

Bradley’s teasing, of course. He doesn’t mind that you fall asleep every single time you try and watch Breaking Bad together--which is a show you insisted that he couldn’t watch without you. In fact, he enjoys those moments. Just as soon as your cheek presses into his shoulder, the popcorn bowl propped on your belly rising and falling steadily with your breaths, he kisses your hair and pauses the show. And then he just sits quietly pressed against you, thinking about the day you give birth to his first son, thinking about how precious you have become to him through the years. Honestly, he would prefer to sit there nestled on the couch with you over any episode of any television show ever. 

“Baby, you know you can do whatever you want,” Bradley says softly, stroking your cheek as you settle back against the beach towel. “You’re giving me a baby. I’ll give you whatever you ask.” 

You hum, lacing your fingers in his hair again. 

“Give me thirty more minutes of this,” you sigh happily, closing your eyes again. “And then we can go home.”  

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @cherrycola27'𝐬 𝐓𝐆𝐌 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧! 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬, 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚!

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#tgm taylors version #rooster bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw x oc #rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw angst #bradley rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradsaw x reader #bradley bradshaw series #bradley bradshaw one shot #bradley bradshaw blurb #top gun fanfiction #rooster x reader #rooster top gun #rooster x you #rooster fanfic #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw x female reader #rooster bradshaw one shot #rooster bradshaw x you #rooster bradshaw fanfiction

[strwbrryswiftt]

moodboard ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

ts album series: the tortured poets department

[series]

#the tortured poets department #taylor swift #moodboard #mood board #the eras tour #taylornation #taylors version #aesthetic #strwbryswiftt moodboard #ts album moodboard series

[daydreamingmia]

News💙

Walker Scobell X Reader | Series | You Belong With Me🔱 Part 8

A/n: The time lines is gonna be a little off in some of these stories. Like Marvel's release dates etc.

You and Walker have been dating for about a month. You've never been so happy.💜

You were sound asleep when you heard your phone buzz. You rolled over and looked at it.

You roll out of bed onto the floor. You stand up and get changed.

You get in an Uber and drive to where you were going to film the video.

                      🔱PETER JOHNSON GC⚡️

Dior: WE'RE BACK BABY!!

Walker: Let's goooo

Aryan: So excited

Charlie: 🥳🥳

                                           Y/n: Yayyy!! I'm so happy!

Dior: me too!!

                                                            Y/n: I can't wait!

Walker: I'll have a

girlfriend this season😉

                                                           Y/n: and I'll have

                                                             a boyfriend🥰

Aryan: gross

Charlie: After you guys

finish that video you wanna

come over to my house and

we can celebrate?

Charlie: Leave the romance

at home🤨

Dior: yesss

Walker: sounds great

                                          Y/n: that sounds awesome

Aryan: I can't. It's

my friend's birthday

Dior: How dare they be

born on the day of the

announcement?!😠😂

Dior: Wish them a

happy birthday 💙

Charlie: Wish them a

happy birthday for us!

Wish you could come

though

                                         Y/n: that sounds fun! Wish

                                               them a happy birthday!

                                               We will miss you🤍

Walker: no we won't

                                                                  Y/n: Walker!

Walker: Fine we will 😁

You look up to see you were here. You get out and go inside.

"Season 2 baby!!" You throw your hands in the air and everyone cheers

"Hey" Walker comes up to you and kisses you

"Hey" you reply after the kiss

"So what's the plan?" You ask hanging on Walker

"Basically you'll just hold this cake and blow in these noisemakers"

"K" You reply

You let go of Walker because they hand him the cake. You stand on his left Aryan on his right.

"Action!" They yell

The noisemakers sound filled the room. Walker was blowing it in your and Aryan's ears so it was even louder. He was having too much fun.  "Payback" you thought

You grabbed a chunk of the cake and looked at Walker. He knew what you were doing. Aryan copied you. He backed into the wall and blocked the cake with his hands. Everyone was laughing.

"Hey that's a good idea. Y/n would you be okay with it if Aryan and Walker push your face in the cake. Walker looked at you with a mischievous smile. You glared at him then smile.

"I'm fine with that" you laugh

"Cool. 3. 2. 1." She pointed at you

You bent over and Walker and Aryan put their hands on the back of your head. They pushed your head down gently but also hard at the same time. It was hard to explain. Your face went into the cake and everyone erupted in laughter including you. You picked your face up out of the cake and you couldn't see anything. You were covered and it was thick.

"Can you breathe?" You heard Walker ask as you were still laughing

"Y/n can you breathe?" Wake asked again and you shake your head

You wiped your face with your hands and wiped them on Walker's face. You did the same to Aryan.

Everyone was dying in laughter

-

"Hey can you guys kiss in front of the crushed cake?"

"Yeah! But should we get the cake if our faces first? " You ask

"No need. I think its cute and funny"

"Okay" You giggle

Walker dips you and you kiss as you wrap your arms around him.

"Perfect" They say as Walker lifts you back up

-

You get the cake off of your face and get into an Uber with Walker.

The drive was a little long but you knew it would be worth it.

You get out of the car and wake runs the doorbell and Dior answered.

"New season!" You hug her

"I know! I'm so excited!!" She hugged you back

"How long ago did you get here?" Walker asked

"About 20 minutes ago" She replied

"I'm sorry we kept you waiting!" You apologized

"Don't worry about it" she said very sweetly

"Hey Charlie!" You walk into the living room where he is on his phone

"Hey" He gets up and hugs you

"Do you guys wanna ride around the neighborhood on a golf cart? My mom has one." He asked

"Yess!" Dior exclaimed

"Awesome!" Walker replied

"Cool!" Aryan said

"Oooo! Can I drive?! PLEEEAAAASSSSEEE" You asked

"Sure" He chuckled

-

You got into the cart and put the key in

"Okay so this is the the gas, that is the brake, that is the shift." Charlie explained

Then Walker turned you around really quickly and kissed you

"What was that?" You asked blushing when he pulled away

"I just wanna kiss you one last time before we all die" Walker said getting into the back of the cart

"We aren't gonna die you idiot" You roll you eye

Everyone got in and you pushed the gas.

IT STARTED GOING IN REVERSE

"Oops" You said slaming on the brake and everyone grunted

"I can see the headlines...Y/n kills the cast of Percy Jackson...Annabeth killing everyone was not the show ending we expected" Walker said sarcastically

"Shut up!" You replied and pushed the gas as it went foward this time

You were driving for a few minutes and winked at Dior. You slammed in the gas and Walker went flying off of the cart with a scream. You were laughing so hard. Walker was running by the side of the cart and you went faster. As Dior took a video of him fighting to get back on.

"Why didn't you slow down?" He asked out of breath when he finally jumped on

"Oops. Wrong petal." You said sarcastically

"You tried to leave me behind on purpose!" Walker gasped

"Maybe" you mischievously grinned

"If you weren't driving I'd push you off too but we don't need you to crash this thing any sooner than you already are" He said with fake attitude

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah." You brush it off

"I want evidence of your bad driving" Walker said as he pulled his phone out of his pocket

When he turned it on you had to be the best driver ever

"Oh so now she's a good driver. Maybe if leave this video on you wont actually kill us" Walker snickers

Charlie pulls out his phone and takes a video too. Walker turns around and flips off the camera.

"Walker" Charlie said turning it off before they could see it

"What?" Walker said innocently

As Charlie rolled his eyes and turned the video to you and Dior.

"Dior Dior" Walker said in a really funny voice

"Y/n" Charlie said so you turned around

"Hey eyes on the road" He said pointing

"Hey look lights!" Walker said looking down under his seat

Then suddenly you turn around and shove him off of the cart

"She's trying to get rid of me" Walker accused

Everyone was just dying laughing

When he got back on we were about to make a sharp turn

"Ok-okay slow down...push the brakes...slow down y/n...SLOW DOWN!" Walker said very very nervously

"Shut up! You're messing up my concentration you said lightly pushing the brakes

"Oh she's getting better" Dior said excitedly as Walker sighed in relief

"He is such a baby" you roll your eyes

-

You get off the cart and go back inside.

"We survived!" Walker said with his fists in the air

You glared at him

"I always knew we would make it" He says not wanting to make you mad

"Ha! Then why were you crying?" You mock

"I wasn't crying!" He defended himself

"You were very close" you laugh holding his hand and going inside

-

You got back from driving the golf cart about 30 minutes ago. Everyone decided to go on insatgram and like the fan's posts that you saw in honor of season 2.

"Hey you wanna play table tennis?" Walker asked

"Yeah!" Everyone replies

We walk over and start thinking about how we can play.

"Okay Walker you and Charlie play. Then Dior and I will play. Whoever wins from each team will go against the other winner." You boss them around

"You really are perfect for Annabeth" Walker chuckled and picks up the paddle

-

"You can do it Walker!" You cheer

"Destroy him" You say very jokingly creepy

"Yikes" Dior giggled sitting next to you

"You cheated!" Walker accused

"I cheated you cheated!" Charlie yelled back

"How did I cheat?!" Walker questioned

"They are so childish" You roll your eyes to Dior as they were still yelling at eachother in the backround

"I know it's like they are 4" Dior replied

"Y/n! Who won this round me or Charlie?" Walker asked you

"YOU CAN'T ASK HER SHE'S BIASED!" Charlie yelled at Walker

"Rude" You glare

"Fine. Dior who won?" Walker asked Dior

"OH NO! I'm not getting into this" Dior shook her head

"FINE. I won" Walker put his paddle down

"What?! Why do you get to decide?!" Charlie asked

"Just...because" Walker said quietly

"You know what...that's fine. I've seen how y/n plays and she'll probably beat Dior. Then you'll have to go up against you girlfriend." Charlie said pointing to you

"I'm not afraid of her." Walker shrugged

"Ha. You should be" Dior chuckled

"On second thought... you won." Walker said with a sudden smile

"Ohhh no. You got yourself into this mess" Charlie snickered

"Ugh" Walker whined

-

You and Dior played and of course you won. And unlike the boys there was no screaming. More laughing.

"Well Walker I just want you to know whatever happens...I still love you" You say putting your hands on his shoulders

"Love you too?" Walker looked weirded out

"You make it sound like he's gonna win" Dior laughed

"Of course he's not gonna win. I just wanted the...drama effect" You pause and look into the air very seriously then start laughing

-

The score was 9-5. You had the 9.

"Come on Y/n! Don't go easy on him! Crush him!" Dior said putting her fist in her palm (sorry I hope you know what I mean I don't know how to describe it)

"I'm trying to! He's really good!" You say hitting the ball and Walker misses

"Point y/n!" Charlie announced

"One more point and she will win the game" Charlie said in a very serious voice

"Point Walker!"

"Point Walker!"

"Point Walker!"

"Hold on... how is Walker suddenly getting these points?" Charlie said looking at you suspiciously

"Luck?" You shrug

"Ahuh" Charlie said skeptically

"Walker is very lucky. I mean he's dating me right?" You said said with a giggle

"Y/n don't go easy on me. Play like you would if I weren't me" Walker asked

"I'm am" You defend yourself

"Are you?" He gave you a look

"100 percent" You said trying not to make it look like you were lying"

"Okay" Walker shrugged

"Point Walker! Okay they're tied. Miraculously Charlie looked at you but you ignored him

You actually almost missed the ball but you didn't.

"Y/n wins!" Charlie held your hand up in victory

"Y/n! Y/n! Y/n! Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!" Dior and Walker cheered

"Do you still love me?" You go up to Walker and kiss him

"No I don't. I've been the happiest I've ever been in my entire life for the past month but I don't think it can work out. You're too good at table tennis." He said sarcastically still hugging you

"You let him have every point he got didn't you?" Dior asked as everyone was walking out to the firepit

"Yeah" you shrugged

You got outside and sat down in the circularchairs around the fire. Walker on your right, Dior on your left, Charlie between Dior and Charlie. Walker moves his chair a little closer to yours and holds your hand.

"I'm so excited for next season!" You say

"Camp Halfblood is back!" Dior exclaims

-

You sit for a while and talk.

"Hey you guys want some pizza?" You ask

"Yes I'm starving!" Dior exclaims

"I'm so hungry" Walker said

"Yess" Charlie chimed in

You order 2 large cheese pizzas.

"I'm getting cold. I'm gonna go get my jacket." You say standing up

"I'll get it" Walker says gently pushing it back down

"There's a blanket on the couch if you want it" Charlie points

Walker comes back and picks you up bridal style and sits you on his lap then lays the blanket on you. He kisses you and you lay your head on his shoulder.

"Gross" Charlie complains

"Shut up" Walker retorts

There you were with the boy that you loved and your best friends (-Aryan) sitting by the campfire. Everyone was so happy. Then your phone rang.

"I've gotta take this" you say standing up

"noooo don't leave" Walker whines holding onto your hand

"Walker let go of me" You laugh as you fight your hand out of his

You walk to the side of the house and answer it.

                        Brother of mischief💚

                                                                   hey brother! 

Hey sis! Did you hear the news?!

                             About season 2 of Percy Jackson?

                                                   I know I'm so excited

oh! Congratulations!

                                                                     Thank you

But I'm talking about Thor

We were got the OK for another movie!

                                      omg! That's awesome!...wait

                                            when does filming start?

Umm I don't know probably in

like England or Australia like before...why?

                         um...no reason. Do you know when

                                    we are going to start filming?

They said in a week

                                                                      A WEEK?!

yeah. Is everything okay?

                                   yeah...yeah everything is fine.

                                                        That's just so soon

They wanted to start filming

as soon as possible because

they said you have to film Percy Jackson

                                                                                yeah

I'm sorry if you're upset about this.

I thought you would be happy

(his voice was very sympathetic)

                    no. no. It's not your fault. Its amazing!

             I'm so happy to be filming with you again

Me too

                                          I'm sorry I have to go now

Okay. I'm sorry

                                      don't be this is a good thing!

                                                                                 Bye

Bye

                                 --END CALL--

You hang up the phone and just sit there for a minute. How are you going to tell Walker. You won't. At least not right now. He's so happy with the second season you can't ruin it right now.

You were having conflicted emotions. You loved filming Thor. You loved Tom and Chris. They were like your real brothers. You felt bad that you made Tom sad when he should be happy. But you didn't want to leave Walker.

You take a deep breathe and walk to where everyone was.

"Who was that?" Walker asks moving the blanket so you can sit back down

"Umm. Nobody. Well my mom. She was asking if I'd be home for dinner." You say kinda weird

"O-okay" Walker replied as you sat down

"Pizza is here!" Charlie said coming from inside the house

-

The two pizzas were almost gone. Everyone was full.

"Is everything okay?" Walker asks you his beautiful blue eyes looking at you

"Yes! Everything is fine! Why do you ask?" You try to play it off

"I don't know. You've been acting kinda weird." Walker shrugs

"I'm fine" you smile

-

You fell asleep in Walker's arms. So warm. So nice.

"We should get going" Dior says so you can have an actual bed to sleep in

"Yeah" Walker yawns

"I'll drive you two home" Dior said standing up

Walker picks you up and carries you to Dior's car.

Next thing you knew you were at your house.

"hey. wake up" Walker whispers in your ear

"I don't want to leave. I don't want to leave you" You mumble in your sleep

"I know y/n. But we are here" He strokes your hair

"what?" You start sitting up

"We are at your house" Walker looks at you sweetly

"Oh. Okay. was I saying something a minute ago?" You ask

"Yeah you said you don't want to leave me but you have to...I mean I think Dior will probably mind if you d sleep in her car all night" Walker chuckled

"Yeah that's what I meant" You say with worry in your eyes (you almost slipped about Thor)

"what?" Walker asked confused

"nothing" you reply and get out of the car

Walker walks you to the door and quickly kiss him

"What was that for?" He asks looking in your eyes

"I just love you" You smile

"Are you sure everything is okay?" He asks you

"Yeah" you nodded

"Okay. Goodnight" he respond knowing something was up

"Goodnight" You kiss him one more time and go inside

-

You changed into your pajamas and sat on your bed. Your face in your hands. You decide to ask Taylor what you should do.

It had been around an hour since you got home. After you talked to Tayloe you were just sitting there quietly...thinking.

You look at your phone to see Dior texted.

A/n: I hope you liked this chapter! Thank you so much for reading! Sorry it took a little while to write. The movie is Ragnarock. The timing is off on this and a few other things in the future. Sorry💙

P.S. This is Y/n's Resume😁👇

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy series #walker scobell #y/n #leah sava jeffries #walker scobell x reader #disney plus #fanfic #percabeth #1989 taylor's version #taylornation #taylor swift #taylors version #walkerscobellfanfiction #walkerscobelledit #diorngoodjohn #dior goodjohn #charlie bushnell #pjo series #percy jackson fanfiction #percy and annabeth #percy pjo #pjo tv show #pjo #pjo fandom #pjo fanfic #tom hiddleston #tom hiddelston loki #thor

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okay now that we know Uncle Rick is a certified Swiftie I demand a Taylor song play in season 2

here are my proposals:

(spoilers for those who havent read the book)

(WHY haven't you?? seriously. get on that)

"labyrinth" playing while Percy holds a crying Annabeth while he pulls them both back to the ship after the sirens. not only is it PERFECT but its also FORESHADOWING (*applause*)

2. the intro to "gold rush" as Annabeth enters all glammed up at CC's gleaming ......twinkling...... Percy G. Pig looking on with wide eyes

3. "The Archer" playing at literally any Percabeth moment- especially if Luke is somehow involved- because who could ever leave me darling but who could stay

4. idk something with Blackjack and "Getaway Car"

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo disney+ #taylor swift #taylor’s version #percabeth #annabeth chase #pjo series #labyrinth #gold rush #the archer #percabeth forever #if someone wants to make these into #percabethedit #please

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Loki (TV) - Speak Now(TV): Enchanted

Loki Laufeyson x f!asgardian!reader

Warnings: some swearing, few thoughts of insecurity, but that';s it. Bad writing lmao. horrible plot too. lazy makeouts too.

Synopsis: You escape to the royal gardens after a shitty start to the ball, but running into an enchanting stranger turns your night for the better. Based on Enchanted by Taylor Swift. Part of a series In The Works.

A/N: Wow this is so bad lmaooo I'll fix it another time but I'm posting it now so I can get into the schedule and be done with!! This is my little very rushed entry for @sarahscribbles Birthday Celebration I LOVE YOU SARAH and you deserve SO MUCH BETTER than this lmao i had so much more planned for this but sadly it all failed with having no wifi this entire vaca, so this is the best I can do. I do promise a part two some time though.

Tags: (I';m tagging everyone who asked to be tagged for this part AND part 2 so I have everyone in one place <3) @divine-knight-hand @the-fox-den @nyxlaufeyson @under00s616 @mischief2sarawr and ofc @sarahscribbles

Word count: 3.5k

There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired, lonely place

The night, in conclusion, was an utter failure. You had been truly excited as the weeks neared to tonight’s ball. You had hoped for an evening full of dancing and laughs, twirling around in the arms of a handsome guy and enjoying light conversation, maybe even some good food.

So far, the food was the only thing that held out. 

You watched from your corner as pairs danced across the floor as music and easy chatter filled the room. Women in dresses of all colours of the rainbow, and men in nicely fitted suits and uniforms. Everyone wore masks, elegant and with elaborate designs that complemented each person’s attire. “This is a waste.” You grumbled to yourself as you tugged at your mask to adjust it in place.

“Perhaps,” One of your friend’s slid into the vacant seat beside you, face flushed from dancing. “You should go ask someone for a dance,” “What?” You snorted. “That’s an ugly look. It’ll seem like I’m desperate,”

“But you are,” She pointed out. 

You rolled your eyes, picking at the plate of fruit delicacies in front of you. “It’s alright. I don’t feel like dancing anyway,” She raised an eyebrow, “Were you not talking about how excited you were to spend all night dancing just this morning?” You threw her a look, getting up without bothering to finish your plate. “I think I’ll go for a walk in the gardens,” You said as you quickly fled out of the room.

Being out of the stuffed ballroom should have made you feel better, but you couldn’t help but feel as if you were still caged. 

Tonight was meant to be fun. It was meant to be an opportunity. For..for socialising, and meeting people, and making friends and, funnily you thought, perhaps meet someone for the night. 

Instead, you walked further through the gardens, trying to ignore all the giggles you heard from lovesick couples as you passed them. When you got further enough from the palace, you slipped off your mask, huffing as you carefully sat down in the wide fields, surrounded by blooming flowers and trees basking in the moonlight. 

You took a deep breath, trying to ease the sense of disappointment that grew like an ugly beast in your chest. Caught up in your feelings, you hadn’t realised someone snuck up on you until you heard a soft crunch from behind you. Your head whipped around immediately, assuming a danger perhaps, until your eyes fell on the man. 

Good gods. 

The man smiled briefly, his mask dangling from his fingers as he seemed to look you over. His hair rested in dark curls on his shoulders, and with the way the moon peeked lightly through the trees and shone on him, he looked heavenly, with a perfect jawline and flawless skin, cheekbones that looked sharp to cut, and eyes that shone with curiosity and mischief.  He fit nicely into his suit, with a lean frame that filled the clothing perfectly. 

He was, as mortals said, a work of art. A being artists and sculptures would surely sell their homes and families to try and capture his beauty. 

I need to calm down.

But he’s gorgeous. There was no hiding it, and you were absolutely sure you stared too long because he raised an eyebrow and the corner of his lips twitched upwards.

Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face

All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you

“Sorry,” You muttered quickly, turning your head back to stare holes at the vast openings of the field. This had to be a joke, but a little part of your brain couldn’t help but get excited. 

Handsome young man, a moonlit gorgeous garden, at a ball. 

Could it get any more romantic? 

But that was stupid- the man probably found you a little pathetic, out here all alone rather than enjoying the ball. And you firmly reminded yourself that there would be no making out and naked activities in the royal gardens. And maybe your friend sent him, and if you were too eager you’d seem truly desperate and it would be oh so humiliating and you’d never be able to show your face again in public and-

“I see you’ve found my secret place,” His voice interrupted your spiral of thoughts. 

“Sorry,” You said quickly again. “I wasn’t aware that people could own areas of the royal garden,” You covered your hand with your mouth in horror, refusing to look at the man behind you.

What the fuck was that? 

It was quiet and then you heard him chuckle, as if amused by such a rude remark. He made his way to another part of the garden and took a seat. “You’re right, forgive me, it is open to everyone during the balls,”

You didn’t answer him, or even acknowledge him. Your cheeks were blazing red with horror. From the corner of your eye, you could see him sitting under a tree a little away from you, head ducked low as he…

Is that a book? Is he reading? At a ball? 

You looked behind you to the sound of the light music and chatter coming from the palace, then back at the man by the tree. “Why aren’t you inside?” 

“Why aren’t you inside?” He replied, not even looking up from his book. 

“I asked first,”

He looked up slightly then, raising a perfect eyebrow. So? He challenged silently. 

You rolled your eyes, turning away from him to watch the leaves dance lazily in the evening breeze. You folded and unfolded your hands in your lap. “I got bored of dancing,” Right. 

He didn’t answer right away, a few beats passed as soft music and gentle wind filled the space. Then, he said slowly, as if entertained by all this, “Liar,” 

Your head whirled back to stare at him. “Excuse me?” “Liar,” He said, shrugging like it’s no big deal.

“You’re calling me a liar?” “Is there anyone else here to call a liar?” You could see the small twitch of his lips, and how a little smirk forms as he watches you.

Shit. You had to fight down your own little smile. Perhaps he’s an ass, and maybe a little suspicious- but he’s got a lot more banter and brain in him than everyone else back in the ballroom. 

“And why are you calling me a liar?” 

“Because,” He closed his book dramatically, leaning forward and you could feel trouble radiating off of him. “No one comes to a royal ball to ‘get bored of dancing’,”

“You don’t know that,” “I absolutely do. It’s the biggest event of the year, people come specifically prepared to dance until they can’t feel their feet,” “Fine,” You huffed. “It was getting stuffy, and I was tired of all the war talk and gossip, so I came out here for fresh air,” 

Again, that stupid smirk. “You’re lying,” He said in an overly annoying sing-song voice. “I’m not!” You glared at him. “You are horribly rude,”

“Yet you find it amusing,” “I absolutely don’t,” Childishly, you stuck your tongue out at him, and he laughed, throwing his head back lightly and filling the space between you with such a warm, delightful sound. 

The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy

You really couldn’t stop the smile that broke across your face. “Alright then, if you suddenly know everything, why do you think I’m out here?” You asked after his laughter died down. 

“Hm…” He tapped a finger to his chin. “No one wanted to dance with you,” You gasped loudly. “Are you calling me undesirable?” “No m’lady,” He had that awfully cute smile again. “You said that, I just said I think no one wants to dance with you,”

You shook your head. “You are unbelievable! You know what, you’re terrible company,” He shrugged. “Then go back inside, perhaps get a chance to dance with the prince,” He said it easily, like he could care less if you stayed or left, but you had the strange feeling that he was challenging you to stay. 

You hummed, pretending to think it over. “You know what, I don’t want to go inside,” “But I thought I was terrible company?” “You are,” You smiled innocently. “But I like the gardens,” He’s too funny to pass up on. 

“Or perhaps you like me,” He had that shit-eating grin, and something in your chest started tingling, secretly hoping you could get more of his smiles. “Besides, you’ll pass up the chance to catch the crown prince’s attention just to sit in some garden?” “Blond isn’t really my type,” Stop talking stop talking stop talking. 

He frowned, staring at you weirdly, clearly taken aback but such a dumb statement. 

“Blond…isn’t your type,” He repeated, and you simply nodded. “So…you’d give up the chance at marrying the next ruler of this realm…because he’s blond,” “Exactly,” Like it made perfect sense. “What can I say? It’s less competition for the other women. I’m being kind,” 

“You’re insane,”

“You asked!”

“Yes but come on, it’s the crown prince,” He raised an eyebrow. “Would you rather marry the farmer’s son? The baker boy, perhaps?”

You rolled your eyes. “No, stupid. There’s other royalty around, obviously. But it’s not like anyone has a chance,” “Other royalty?” He got up then, gracefully making his way over with his book and mask in hand. He sat down beside you. “Do indulge me, what other royalty is there?” Holy. Shit. 

It took you a second to properly process his question. Maybe you lacked romance in your life, maybe you were too isolated, or maybe you were just really desperate for some decent conversation tonight, but you felt like you were losing your everloving mind.

He was breathtaking. You thought from afar he was beautiful, but now this close? You felt the air die in your throat as you properly looked over his face, your eyes catching on every detail. 

His sharp angles.

The exact green of his eyes- emerald, pretty much identical to the jewel. 

And the way he looked when the light shine of the moon hit his face? And the wind gently combed through his hair? He looked heavenly. 

Godly, even.

And it was enchanting to meet you

All I can say is, I was enchanted to meet you

You were definitely staring (again) and he turned to look at you, those pretty lips forming another stupid smirk. “Yes?” You looked away. “Nothing. What was the question?”

He chuckled. “What other royalty is there?” “Oh, yes,” You frowned. “Are you new around here?” “No, why?” “There’s two princes. Prince Thor, and prince Loki,” “Ah right,” He pursed his lips. “But only one is looking for a bride,” “Yes well, all princes must eventually find a partner, no?” He shrugged. “I suppose so. So, if you won’t go for the blond, you’ll go for his brother? Woo him with your snarky comments and strange conversation habits?”

You smacked his arm lightly. “You really do not know how to talk to a lady. And no one ever said I’m “going for” anyone’s brother. I don’t want to marry a prince,” “That is the biggest lie I have ever heard,” He pointed at you accusingly. “Everyone wants to marry royalty,” 

“Nope,” You shook your head. “Not me,” But you could tell from the way his eyes shone with mischief and the smile on his lips that he could so easily read through you. 

“So you don’t have epic fantasy daydreams about marrying a handsome prince and gaining status, riches and power and living in the palace? Absolutely none about becoming royalty of Asgard? Nothing?” 

“Weeellll,” You smiled wide. “Perhaps,” “Was he blond, your prince?” “I just told you, I’m not into blonds,” He nodded, like this was absolutely serious and he was understanding it better. “Right, so you had dreams about prince Loki then,” “What?!” Your eyes widened. “I didn’t say that!” “You hinted at it,” He pointed out.

“You- I did not! You are so arrogant, thinking you know everything!” You glared at him, face flushed from his accusation. I don’t even know why I’m even having this conversation with a strange man I met less than 10 minutes ago,” You plucked a flower from nearby and started plucking off the petals one by one, watching them slowly fall onto your skirt. “You think you’re so smart and you make horrible accusations-” “Why are you getting so defensive?” He sounded amused by this.

“I’m not!” You definitely were. “You’re just getting on my nerve,” You turned to glare at him again, but he had a funny look on his face, he didn’t even look upset, or confused, or insulted. He was simply…..looking at you. “I think you need to work on your manners,” “And I think you’re beautiful,” He said suddenly as he leaned in, the words a soft whisper, a secret shared between two strangers hidden away from the world.

You felt your face heat up, and your heart started beating faster. A swarm of butterflies erupted in your stomach, and you suddenly had the urge to fall back and kick your feet in the air while giggling. 

Oh. Oh. Oh. 

“Oh..um, oh,” You laughed nervously, looking down shyly. But you could still feel his eyes on you, his face close enough that you can see his bottom lashes brush his cheek lightly, and the small movements of his face. “Thank...you. Thank you,” You swallowed hard. “You’re…uh, really beautiful too,” You rushed the words out. You looked up a little to see his green eyes widened a fraction, a little smile tugging at his lips, and then the faintest colour red dusting his cheeks. 

“Thank you,” 

You nodded dumbly and looked away again, biting your lip to keep the laugh bubbling inside of you to stay down. 

“What’s so funny?” He whispered. 

Fuuck. You could feel yourself panic a little. He was so close. So pretty too. How could a man be so pretty? He had to be magic, right? He’s too gorgeous to be anything less than ethereal. 

“Nothing,” You paused, biting your lip harder before a smile broke across your face, and a light laugh escaped you. “Sorry, sorry nothing’s funny,” His face broke into a smile. “You know, it’s rather rude to laugh at someone and avoid eye contact. It insinuates that you’re laughing at me,” His tone was teasing.

“I’m not!” You laughed again, shaking your head. “I’m not. Laughing at you, that is,” “Then look at me,” His finger lifted your chin up, and you sucked in a breath at how close you were. A few hairs apart, his pretty eyes looking at you in a way that made your heart flutter and insides melt to goo. And that smile. 

You felt your chest squeeze with a sense of familiarity. That smile…it’s familiar, like you’ve seen it before a million times but yet, you can’t place where. 

“I…” You started, and his eyes fell to your lips. “I want to kiss you,” He declared suddenly, and you swore the earth danced faster. 

“Kiss me then,” You replied, and just as fast, his lips fell lazily to yours. 

This night is sparkling, don’t you let it go

I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

There were no good enough words that could describe how his lips felt against yours. In the back of your mind, you grabbed desperately at the languages you know, mortal and beyond, to find something to put this in words, a phrase, a string of letters, to explain the feeling of melting completely at his touch. 

His soft lips moved slowly against yours, his hand moved up to cup the side of your face and pull you closer. It wasn’t a heated or lustful kiss, nor overly passionate. More of…a gentle caress, a lazy press of plush lips against yours in a pretty garden under the moonlight. He pulled away just as fast, his eyes searched your face.

You were…breathless. It was the most simple kiss and yet, it seemed to have turned your world upside down. Your mind was empty, yet at the same time it spun a million miles an hour but with no coherent things.

Just the thought of him. His lips. His kiss. His pretty eyes and perfect face and gentle hands. Your heart stuttered. You couldn’t help but think, if you went a lifetime without another kiss like that? You might go insane. You’d rather him kill you. Death would be better, more merciful than knowing you’d never experience this again. 

There it was. 

“Ya’aburnee,” You muttered softly, and when his eyes snapped up from staring at your lips to your eyes, you realised you said that out loud.

“What?” “Nothing,” You shook your head. “Nothing,” “Not nothing,” He moved closer, your knees now touching and you felt the renewed need to kiss him. “What did you say?” “A word,” Your eyes fell to his lips. 

“Mm,” He leaned in, eyes fluttering shut and brushing his lips against yours. “What does it mean?” “Um,” You felt a hazy rush course through you, and you couldn’t form proper words. “I don’t know,” You lied quickly, chasing after his lips. 

A look flashed across his face, as if he knew you were lying, before it disappeared. He pressed his lips against yours again and you sighed happily. He kissed you deeper, his tongue slipping into your mouth and suddenly, you were both all over each other. 

He pulled you onto his lap, your dress bunching up at your thighs as you straddled him, your kisses growing sloppy as your tongues tangled together and your breathing got heavier and turned into heated pants. His hands tugged at your hair, and yours ran through his soft curls, making their way down over his shoulders and down his chest, searching and feeling the clearly built body underneath. 

You pulled away after a few minutes, eyes searching his face. His now slightly bruised, and the flush of his cheeks and the wildness of his eyes. He smiled softly and your heart did another flip. He opened his mouth to say something before snapping it shut, a frown forming on his face as his eyes wandered to stare behind you. 

You shifted around to turn. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” His hands fell to your hips. “Just…do you hear that?”

You frowned then too, straining your ears to listen. 

“No…? What are we-...oh.” You heard the soft ticking of the palace clock, and the soft slow instrumental signalling the last dance of the night. “Oh. I guess we lost track of the hour,” He hummed. “Yes, it does seem so,” He paused, as if thinking something over before smiling. “Dance with me,”

Your eyes widened. “What?” “Dance with me,” He repeated again. “You didn’t get a dance tonight, did you? Well, let’s fix it.” “But we’re all the way out here,” You stated dumbly. 

He raised a perfect eyebrow. “And?” “I-...well…I mean-...” He stared at you intensely, his emerald eyes searching your face. You sighed, shaking your head. “Okay,” You finally gave in, because with the way he looked at you there was no way you could’ve said no anyway. 

You got up off of him, dusting off your dress and patting back into place. When he got up and you caught his face in the light of the moon, your heart soared at the smudges of lipstick on his lips and on the corners, you couldn’t help but give a satisfied smile. His hair fell in messy curls now and he needed a minute to adjust his suit. 

You softly patted down your hair, trying to fix the hair do and your appearance despite the lack of mirrors. 

He took a step towards you, holding out his hand. You took it and he pulled you flush against him and you had to strain your neck full up to meet his eyes. He grinned that same wicked smile and placed a hand on your waist as he carefully began dancing through the music with you. 

It was a magical experience, to be in this gorgeous garden and have the chance to dance away under the stars with a beautiful stranger. It felt straight out of a fairy tale. 

All too soon, the music faded and you could hear the faint sounds of clapping and cheers from the party guests. You looked around, then back up at your pretty stranger with a small smile. “That was fun,” You whispered, as if scared that too loud of a noise would shatter this delicate moment. 

“Mm, very much,” He smiled back softly, his other hand dropping to rest on your hips. He leaned down, his lips ghosting over yours and you felt that lazy hazy cloud over you again. “We should get back,” He mumbled between kisses. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and pressing your lips to his. His smell was intoxicating, and the feel of him so close made you dizzy. “We should,” You muttered, before kissing him again. He fumbled with the fabric of your dress, but before he could even think of getting further you pulled away quickly, straining your ears to hear the far away noise of horses and loud chatter. 

Right. End of party. Oh god.

You looked back at him, a mournful ache coursing through you. “I have to get back,” He frowned. “What? Why? Stay here,” He pulled you closer but you only shook your head. “I can’t! I came with my family, they’ll be looking for me soon,” You reluctantly detached yourself from him and quickly worked to fix yourself up. He looked like he was about to argue, but he simply nodded. “Very well. I’ll…walk you back?” You grinned and nodded back. “Thank you,” You quickly grabbed your discarded purse and mask before linking your arm to his as he began to lead the way back, his mask swaying back and forth in his free hand. You snuck a few glances at him as you neared the palace, and you swore in the light of the surrounding palace area he seemed to almost…stiffen, and something slipped over his face. He looked so damn familiar, you cursed yourself for not being able to piece it together properly. You still felt dizzy from the eventful evening, and who could blame you? 

When you made it to the carriages and turned to face him, smiling a little nervously. “Bye I guess,” A small smile ghosted over his lips as he let go of your arm, his hands now resting behind his back as he stood in all his beautiful glory. You basked in his beauty for a few seconds more, before something in your mind clicked. 

There’s no fucking way. Your eyes widened, but you tried to keep your mind from spinning out of control. The way he stood now, the expression on his face- empty- but with eyes as wild as a storm, no wonder you thought he looked familiar. He held himself like royalty, he was regal and elegant and majestic in a way no other person could ever be. 

He was, in every sense, magical. 

You felt…enchanted by his presence, and you were sure you were staring. 

You swallowed hard, mentally calming yourself down from the fact that you’ll probably never experience this again. 

“Thank you for the dance, your highness,” You said as quickly and politely as possible. You caught sight of the way his eyes widened and his expression went from emotionless to absolute shock. You turned around and practically ran for your life towards your carriage, already spotting your friends waiting by. 

As you got into the carriage, greeting your friends and ignoring their very obvious questions, you felt a pang of sadness hit through you at the thought of the night ending, but then a bit of joy, because you just got to dance with the prince, and nothing would get more magical or enchanting than that. 

I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

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