#with respect to the other wonderful songs on this list as well as those that didn't make my top 10

[riversonfire]

ᴛᴏᴘ 10 sᴏɴɢs ᴏғ 2022 ⤷01. "Gold Dust" —NCT 127

Good night, my moonlight Come and embrace me deeply Lying on the ripples of the embroidered night sky Perhaps you don't know how pretty your light is

#nct 127 #gold dust #gifs by riversonfire #top 10 of 2022! #with respect to the other wonderful songs on this list as well as those that didn't make my top 10 #this was my number one the second I heard it #you ever have a song that brings tears to your eyes whenever you hear it? #yeah this is it for me #and the fact that the lyrics from beginning to end are just as beautiful as the music and the glorious vocals is just 😭💖🙌 #this song will live in my heart for all of eternity

[riminiscensce]

Genshin Impact (Taylor's Version)

➠ G.I. characters x gn/fem reader, but it’s based off of a song from each of Taylor Swift’s albums ♡

➠ monthly updates (hopefully) , will update this list once the respective fic has been posted !!

current status : ongoing / slow updates

here are the line-up with summaries :)

Debut

STAY BEAUTIFUL by Kaedehara Kazuha

“And when you find everything you looked for, I hope your life will lead you back to my door."

✧ …

You love nothing more than to get lost in the labyrinth that are his eyes, the sweet feeling of basking in his presence fills you with the selfishness of wanting to keep it like that.

But you soon find that your path with Kazuha was one that welcomed acceptance.

✧…

"You're beautiful, every little piece, love."

Fearless

HEY STEPHEN by Venti

"I could give you fifty reasons why I should be the one you choose."

✧ …

Venti has seen all kinds of people as he lived amongst his people, he has witnessed levels of ambitions, beauty and wonder.

But he wouldn’t have said the same about how your existence shines amongst the billions of stars around him.

And as stars do, they attract people’s longing and adoration. But would they even dare to express their feelings for you the same way he does?

✧ …

"All those other girls, well, they're beautiful, but would they write a song for you?"

Speak Now

I CAN SEE YOU by Wriothesley

"And we keep everything professional, but something's changed, It's something I like."

✧ …

The fortress of meropide is and will always be a place of professionalism for the Duke.

Although he can't help but feel a sense of restlessness whenever he would pass by you in the hallways, acting as if both of you passed by no one in particular.

It wasn't the kind of restlessness that would agitate him to no end, but rather the kind of restlessness of impatience and the dying need to let loose.

✧ …

"And I could see you being my addiction. You can see me as a secret mission."

RED

Stay Stay Stay by Thoma

"I was expecting some dramatic turn away. But you stayed."

✧ …

You knew you were always a flawed individual, not having a good control over your violent sentiments, always ending up bursting in strong anger.

Although amidst the outburst of your volcanic emotions, Thoma always sees the beauty through your flaws.

He knows and understands every part of you, even better than you do.

✧ …

"All those times that you didn’t leave, it’s been occurring to me. I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life. "

1989

“Slut!” by Lyney

"Lovelorn and nobody knows. Love thorns all over this rose. I'll pay the price, you won't."

✧ …

Being a noble in Fontaine never proved to be easy. Ever since being born with a sin now forgiven, you have always had your life spread out in front of you.

You never bothered making a choice for yourself, why would you when people already did that for you anyway.

But your emotions made itself apparent after feeling the lingering want and need for Fontaine's magician.

Now you're facing the words of others that regard your feelings for him.

✧ …

"You're not saying you're in love with me. But you're going to."

reputation

Call It What You Want by Xiao

"My baby's fit like a daydream, walking with his head down, I'm the one he's walking to."

✧ …

With the sudden death of your reputation, no one was willing to turn a sparing look towards your direction.

It did bother you, but as time passes you find yourself detaching from the drama.

After all, why wish for hundreds of people's gaze when you can have Xiao's sole attention.

With the death of something so crucial, he made you feel the most alive.

And he knows that you don't need to have him save you, but have it be only mentioned, and he is willing to forget everything and run away with you.

✧ …

"You don't need to save me. But would you run away with me?"

Lover

Cornelia Street by Kaveh

"I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends."

✧ …

You were the greatest thing that happened to him. Your existence felt like a reward that was given to him by the after years of silent suffering.

Though it slowly irks Kaveh that things in his life are becoming a bit too good.

Usually when it happens, fate does something bad to balance his life out. But he knows this is never the case, whatever the source of his misfortune is, it just wants to toy with him.

And he knows that you might be next in line for it. He can only hope to never lose you.

Not when the very city he lives in is filled with the thought of you.

✧ …

"That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend."

folklore

august by Shikanoin Heizou

"Wanting was enough, for me it was enough."

✧ …

Summer was always supposed to be a season you looked forward to the most.

It only made you feel elated with the presence of Heizou, the guy you swore you were in love with.

Summer was always the best for you.

But soon after having been faced with reality, you found that summer served only as a painful reminder of what could have been.

✧ …

"To live for the hope of it all. Cancel plans just in case you'd call."

evermore

tolerate it by Zhongli

"You're so much older and wiser and I wait by the door like I'm just a kid."

✧ …

He was so wise. So sentient, so formal. And you were just there. You never knew why you were there exactly.

The man you knew to have been there for your protection against the thorny pricks of barbed wires in your life, now slowly fading away to merely just a man.

And when he does, you now just realize the existence of a gaping abyss between you and him.

You give him the best of your everything, yet he only spares you his tolerance.

✧ …

"I made you my temple, my mural, my sky. Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life."

Midnights

Midnight Rain by Neuvillette

"He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain."

✧ …

Having chosen to be the Iudex for Fontaine's court system, Neuvillette already had his path sprawled in front of him.

Turning to a different path was a bad idea that he knew he shouldn't have considered, for it only led him back to his initial path, although now bearing more weight than he originally had.

He became more aware, he wasn't going to put his position at risk for something like relationships, or even marriage.

The only commitment he was willing to take upon was overseeing the nation of justice, nothing else.

Not even you.

✧ …

"He stayed the same, all of me changed like midnight."

Unreleased

Need by Dainsleif

"Passion is a passing thing, It's accidental chemistry."

✧ …

He only has time for short-lived bursts of events.

Perhaps he only prioritizes his fallen nation to pay attention to anything deeper than fleeting feelings.

Dainsleif believes that everything is deceptive and lasts not for eternity. But he soon grows to realize that you two were nothing like that at all.

And he slowly realizes his need for a passion of something worthwhile and long-lasting. His need for you.

✧ …

"Lust is a liar, a short-lived fire. It ain't what you and I are at all."

For The Holidays !

Christmas Tree Farm by your favorite !

“In my heart is a Christmas tree farm where the people would come to dance under sparkles and lights.”

✧ …

What's a better way to celebrate the Holiday than to celebrate it with them?

✧ …

"Sweet dreams of holly and ribbon, mistakes are forgiven. And everything is icy and blue, and you would be there, too."

rimi’s notes …

hi!! this is my first time posting on tumblr, so I hope my layout kinda makes sense 😭 I’ve been writing genshin fics for a while now (wp : riminiscence) and I figured that I really like writing with a taylor swift song in mind…

hearts / reblogs / follows are very much appreciated ★

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kazuha x reader #venti x reader #wriothesley x reader #thoma x reader #lyney x reader #xiao x reader #kaveh x reader #heizou x reader #zhongli x reader #neuvillette x reader #dainsleif x reader #genshin fluff #genshin angst #i wanted to add other taylor songs :( #idk how tumblr works wtf am i doing #Genshin Impact TV 🫶🪽

[romanarose]

If You Wanna Be Wild: Chapter 2

Javier Peña x Latina!sex worker!informant!Reader/OC x Santiago Garcia

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Summary: Javi and Santi talk about where to start with Lorea; Santi thinks on his night with Candy

Content and warnings for whole fic, not chapter by chapter unless something is added: Sex work, drug trade, some drug use/pressured used, sex workers and the mistreatment/stigma surrounding them specifically in the 70’s (my blog is sex worker positive) but ima put potential dub con depending how you look at it as a sex worker who works with dangerous men, some action surrounding reader and the guys and the drug trade, SMUT HEAVY, corruption kink (were corrupting santi here, he’s young, 25), no loss of virginity tho, threesomes, some slight m/m smut but that’s not the focus here, but as you know this blog is an lgbt blog so I’m always open to gay shit. Talk of war and some PTSD but I won't be going a whole lot into it.

Additional warnings: Catholic guilt and religous trauma and religion talk. However, this is not an anti catholic page. We can discuss the problems of the church at large and the guilt that abstence-only and shame based discussions on sex can affect people, but my family is catholic and I have a lot of respect for the individual people, especially Latino-catholics.

For the record, this is a fic that takes place in the drug trade and deals with the darker side of humanity, so anything from Narco's and Triple Frontier is liable to be discussed or mentioned here. This is your warning. This is not a dark fic nor is it centered around dark themes like Leather and Lace or Sunshine Starlight Sweetheart Brightside, but they are open to be talked about.

Reader has a nick name: Candy. Not her real name just what she goes by on her profession. Much of the inspo for this and for the title came from the Bruce Springsteen song “Candy’s room” so check it out for the vibes.

Reader speaks Spanish and had hair. I've decided Candy is just latina coded bc she's a sex worker in colombia so this is what I'm doing.

3.1k words. Proof red by my beloved Fen

Perspective changed per section. When perspective is Santi or Javi, reader is referred to in the 3rd person or by Candy.

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You have Santi sat up on the bed, facing you. Well, Diego. That’s what he said his name was, but if he thought you didn’t know who the new DEA agent in town was, he was mistaken. After your 3rd arrest for prostitution, you got a lot more careful, and always tried to keep up with the police in the area. You wondered if he knew Javi.

“Alright Diego, tell me, what exactly is it you’re looking for?” You ask, but he looks confused, so you give a soft, warm sigh. He was one of those ones. “Are you just looking for a quick fuck? Getting to know each other and forming a connection, exploring things?”

Santi considered his options. “Well, maybe I’d like to learn a little bit… only had s-” He swallowed. “sex a few times… you know, lights off, missionary, couple pumps and done…” A nervous chuckle emitted from him, so you tried to ease him with a soft smile.

“Don’t worry, baby boy, we can do that. Let’s start with getting to know a woman’s body, how about that?”

*

“Garcia, wake the fuck up.” Javi’s voice broke Santi out of his daydreaming, making him snap towards Javi.

“Huh? Sorry.”

“Whatsamatter, pretty boy, got dicked down too hard last night?”

Santi’s eyes went wide at that. “Dicked-?!?! DICKED DOWN? JAVI!” He leaned in to whisper harshly, as if it was important enough to keep quiet but not so bad Santi couldn’t miss an opportunity to clutch his pearls. “Javi, you fucking know I could get arrested for that!”

“I’m joking, pendejo.”

“You shouldn’t joke about that!”

Apparently, Santi looked concerned enough that Javi backed down, raising his hands in defeat. “Tranquilo, tranquilo amigo, lo siento. Yo parare.”

A little shaken, Santi glanced down as he calmed himself. “Gracias, Pena”. He rolled his shoulders and shook his head before clearing his throat. “So. Lorea. What do we got?”

*

Santiago Garcia had never seen a pussy up close before. There’d been porno magazines, sure… and he’d… touched a bit. He wasn’t an animal, Will had explained he can’t just shove his dick into a woman, that could hurt her. No, you gotta warm her up first, seduce her, open her up. Santi heard more than he ever wanted to of the sordid detail of Will eating pussy. However, when it came to actual sex, Santi barely got through it without a panic attack. There was no way he was going to attempt to go down on a girl under those conditions. Still, he didn’t want to hurt her, so he made sure to finger the 3 girls he’d somehow bumbled his way into bed with.

He needed to do better. Candy was allowing him the chance to explore, get over his nerves.

“But I want you to cum…” He had insisted.

“Well aren’t you a sweet boy… I’ll make sure I cum, how about that? Let me worry about that.”

“But…” he had looked across at her. “But I wanna learn how too.”

She nodded with reassurance. “You will, trust me, I’ll teach you. Just for today, focus on getting comfortable. I’ll let you know what feels good and what doesn’t but what works for me may not work for someone else, so remember that. Most important thing is communicating and listening to her body, so let’s start there.”

That’s how he got here, flat on his chest with Candy’s legs spread out before him. Her pussy was glistening for him.

“Where do I… how do I start?”

Candy sat up just a bit on her elbows. “Start by just getting familiar, explore.”

So he did. Santi started with touching. His index and middle finger swept along her folds, moving and opening her up for his view. She was beautiful. He started with the top, the area just below her pantyline tan skin under a bush of hair followed by her folds coming to a head.

“That’s the clit, that’s very important.” She took his fingers and pulled back the hood. “Touch there” When Santi complied, Candy sank back down on her bed with a hum.

Santi felt a swell of pride at giving her pleasure. “Is that good?”

“Very good, pretty boy. Lot of nerves right there.”

He continued touching below, feeling the way her skin moved to his touch and how his fingers slid across the slick, soft skin below… She looked delicious.

“Can I taste you?”

*

“Where do we even start with something like this?” Santi groaned, flopping his head back.

Javi couldn't help but roll his eyes at that. “Don’t be such a child, Garcia. You take this shit one step at a time, just like anything else. Let’s start with what we know.”

The handsome younger man sighed. “Fine.” He pulled out the casefiles and Javi noticed how much calmer he’d seemed, less high strung… still high strung but that was just Santiago, Javi came to realize. “Gabriel Martin Lorea, coke dealer, devout catholic and family man… none of which stops him from hiring hookers.”

Javi chuckles. “Few things do.”

“Well, marriage should, especially when you have children.” Santi glared at him. 

His naivete, something Javi had been dreading with a younger partner, ended up endearing Santi to him. “Right, right of course.” He smiled and shook his head before lighting up a cigarette.

“Do you really have to do that indoors?”

“So sue me. I’m the one smoking, it’s not like it can hurt you.”

“I don’t know, I heard of a study that secondhand smoke can-”

Javi blew a puff of smoke in Santi’s face. “That’s just anti-smoking propaganda pushed by doctors to sell more nicotine patches.”

*

Santi had dived right in. Once he had permission to taste, he very tentatively licked a strip up her folds and to the clit… and was suddenly a starved man, insatiable, desperate to devour her and drown in her juices.. She liked when he touched her clit so he was sure to latch his mouth over the hood. As he sucked, Candy instructed him to finger her and he was happy to oblige. This, he could handle at least.

“Good boy…” Candy cooed at him. “Such a good boy for me, so obedient.”

“Wanna be good.” He mumbled into your core as he lapped at her, hips rutting against the bed. “Wanna do good.”

When her fingers found his hair, tangling up in his curls and tugging just a bit, he couldn’t help but whine into her, toes curling in his socks.

“You’re doing so good, baby boy, so good, but I’m gonna need you to stop.”

Stop? He didn’t wanna stop. Santi wanted to die here with her… Was it time? How much time did he pay for- ait, he hadn’t even paid her yet. What was her going rate? He didn’t fucking care right now, right now he’d pay her his life savings, his military pension, his first born, whatever she wanted if he could cum. 

“Whyyyyy?!” He simply went back to eating her out, taking every moment he had.

“Because,” Candy pulled at his curls, forcing him to look up and crawl back up her golden body. “Because you are about to cum, and I still wanna ride you.”

He could feel his eyes go wide at that. He wasn’t stupid, he knew what that meant… but for someone who had only ever done missionary, the whole concept seemed so… dirty. Santi chuckled nervously, tucking his head into the crook of her neck. “I’ll be honest, Candy, I’m not sure how much longer I’m gonna last as it is.”

He felt her chuckle. “Let’s slow down for a moment, then. I want you to undress.”

His breath hitched, but he made the move to undo his pants until she stopped him.

“Uh-uh, Diego. Stand up. Let me watch you undress.”

Undress like… standing? By himself? All out there and naked? “Um… can’t I do it here?”

“You can.” She confirmed with a kind smile. “But I’d really like to watch you strip for me.”

How could he resist that? Tentative, slow and careful, Santi stood up and Candy sat on the edge of the bed, bottoms off but still clothed top. “Are you gonna take that off?” It was half a joke, half a genuine question.

Candy nodded. “I will, just trust me.”

And he did, with everything in him.

So he took off his shirt.

*

“Okay. Catholic. Do we know what church he goes to?”

Javi raised an eyebrow? “You think a drug lord is going to daily mass?”

“No, but if he’s devout I assume he’s got a family that goes. Wife and children maybe, but definitely a mother. I don’t know one woman over 50 who doesn’t belong to a perish, especially a hispaña woman.”

“You find a lot of company con mujeres mayor, amigo?”

“Shut up. I say we start there. If we can find out about his family's church, we can probably find out a little more.”

Apprehensive as always, Javi crossed his legs, doubtful. “I don’t know, what can we possibly find out?”

Santi shrugged. “Not sure, but churches have a lot of records when it comes to members and if he has a family that is active we might find out something useful.”

“Is this really the best use of our time?”

Javi raised a good point, this might be a dead end, and they would have wasted all that time. “Just give me a picture of all known families and I’ll keep an eye out.”

Now that caught Javi’s attention, cocking an eyebrow at him. “You go to church, Garcia?”

A faint blush crept up Santi’s neck. His mother was very religious, that religion instilled into him and his sister. His sister couldn’t care less anymore, but then again she had never cared much about their mother’s harsh opinions and strict standards… Santi did. And so, even now with her passing, Santi attended mass often. Not a part of a regular perish, he just attended where he could and when his schedule allowed. The old women there did love him, but Santi knew Javi would never let that go. “Tengo muchas tías y primos en la zona. Si no muestro mi cara en la iglesia a veces, se lo dirán a mi madre y nunca escucharé el final.”

Javi didn’t need to know his mom was dead.

*

Santi nervously slides down his trousers and underwear, revealing the last bit of himself to Candy. Except for his tube socks. He wasn't sure what to do about those.

“Can I… move now?” He asked, a tremble in his soft voice.

She cocked her head to the side. “Does it make you nervous? To be seen like this.”

“To be seen like what?”

Candy stood up. “Naked, vulnerable, in full lighting…” She walked over towards him and placed her hands on her chest. “To let someone be able to see every part, every dip…” She felt over the ripples of his stomach muscles. “Every.” Lower. “Single.” Lower. “Inch.” Grabbing onto his hardened cock and began stroking it.

Santi let out a shuttered gasp at the touch of her hand. With her other one she lifted it to his mouth. “Lick, pretty boy.”

He was happy to oblige, not needing to know why. He didn’t need to ask questions with her, he could simply shut off his mind and let Candy guide him… mother knows best. Santi lapped at her palm, keening into it as the wetness smeared on his face.

“Such a good puppy”

The whine that emitted from him was out of him control; he liked the praise, he liked the nickname. He liked it a lot. He had been taught his whole life that sex was for procreation, a dirty thing to be done in shame and in quiet but here she was, proudly jerking him off with the now-wet hand… His mom would have said she was consumed by lust, that the devil had taken her, but Santo saw nothing but kindness in her eyes. Yes, he was paying her, he was well aware of that fact but she did genuinely seem to want to help him, to let him explore, to allow him to care for this basic human instinct… Was this dirty? Was this wrong? He wasn’t sure he cared anymore.

“Doing so good baby boy, are you close?”

He was seconds away from coming. “S-so close.” He had his head thrown back, letting her take the lead on his pleasure.

With that, she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, stifling his impending orgasm.

“Mierde!” Santiago grunted, body jolting a bit in the physical frustration.

“Relaje, guapo. Trust me, okay? Can you do that?”

He groaned, but complied. Santi trusted her with everything. Right now, he’d follow her into the dark.

*

“Alright, so Pope Santiago will case the churches in his free time. Where does that leave us during the time we actually get paid for?” Javi thought the nickname was fitting for the apparently religious boy.

“I think we need to learn more about his free time.” Javi put out his cigarette. “How about we talk to some girls, see if they know anything?”

Santi narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Girls?”

“Hookers, Pope, hookers.”

“Oh.” 

Javi noticed how he suddenly became so nervous. The boy needed to get laid. The new information of Santi being at least semi-religious was a whole new insight on his psyche. He already seemed to be a bit of a mama’s boy, a goody-two-shoes with a shiny military career and a good heart, but this was a little different. Javier’s family was catholic, as most families were. He had been baptized, first communion, confirmed, the whole jazz but as soon as he’d got annoying enough, his mom stopped bushing the issue. Santi, however, was still practicing.

“I’ll handle that part, Garcia. Don’t worry, I won't drag the Pope into a whore house.”

Javi had no doubt Santi could hold his own in most scenarios. Hell, he’d seen it. In line of fire, interviews, everything Santi could handle. But take him into a room full of prostitutes? Well, they’d eat him alive.

*

“Are you ready for me, pretty boy?” You had him right where you wanted him, right where you liked pretty boys like him that you got to corrupt in moments like this… Santiago was special though, you could tell. He was innocent, but he was far from the most innocent. You’d taken plenty of virginities before, so many you’d lost track of it all, but the way Santiago looked at you right now as he was sat up against the padded headboard of your bed slowly stroking him as your legs straddled his. Santiago looked at you with reverence, adoration, like he was fully submitted below you… as if you had the power, even though it was in his hands as the customer. Yeah, he was a special one. 

 A good, young DEA agent, straightline former military, special Ops and he came to you to show him how to pleasure a woman; not just to have sex, not just to get off, but to learn how to heighten the pleasure of all parties… A church going boy too. 

“Do I need to beg? Because I’ll fucking beg.” His hands were gripped at the sheets, lightning at the knuckles.

“Oh sweet boy, I won’t make you beg, I’m just checking in.” You sit up, rubbing the tip of his cock along your folds. Pulling down the foreskin, you begin to sink down on him, watching his eyes widen as your warmth enveloped him. He filled you right up. Every. Single. Inch.

“Breath baby, breath.” You urge him as you see his lips pressed tight together. 

He did as he was told, releasing a breath. 

“Good job. Now keep breathing, I’m going to finish undressing.” His cock was stuffed into you, and your bottom remained still as your top moved, stipping off your shirt and bra in one. 

It was merely a whisper. “Beautiful…” His eyes were nearly glazed over in lust when you began your work.

Up, down, up, down… you moved on him with your hands on his chest for balance… he seemed almost in shock as he looked in your eyes, only staying momentarily to look at your breasts before quickly looking back at your face as if it was impolite.

“It’s okay to look, Diego. You won’t offend me. You can find me sexy, do you think I’m sexy, Diego?”

“So pretty…” It was gasped out and you could tell he was almost there again.

You began to bounce on him with more vigor and the “You can touch me too”

“I’m… I’m a little scared too…”

Running your fingers through his curls, you ruffle it, enjoying the look of the pristine young man coming undone for you. You take the initiative for him. Hand in hand, you guide him to your breasts, encouraging Santiago to grope and squeeze as he liked and you reveal in the feeling of feeling of his excited pawing. He was enraptured in you, you and him were the only thing that matter right now, and you knew it. You stretched around him,  and you knew it had to be one hell of sight.

“Watch” Pulling him by his curls you guide him to look down where you and him connected, letting him watch the watch your cunt moved to accommodate him, making room to be filled over and over again. “See how my body let’s you in? I was made for you, pretty boy. I was made to take you inside me.”

The thick stretch was bringing you closer, and you knew he was only holding on by a thread himself, so you began to touch yourself. “Focus on that feeling, Diego. The feeling of us together. Can you feel it? I sure can.”

“I- I can, yes.” He was panting now, his bare tanned chest heaving with every bounce of you tits in his hands. 

“Yes what?” But he looked up at you in confusion, a desperation on his face to be good, do good, do this all right. “Yes ma’am”

“Yes ma- ma’ammmm” With that, Santiago’s hits thrust upward into you, his eyes drilled shut and mouth tightly closed in his attempt to muffle his own release.

You did no such thing. As he filled you up, you spilled over yourself and felt the gushing release of your cunt soaking his cock, you yelled out for him, letting him know how good he made you feel. Relaxing onto his chest, Santiago wraps his arms around you like an affection-starved child, and you get a little hint into what you think this was all about.

He needed praise. He needed fondness. He needed skin to skin contact like nothing else right now. He needed to be a good person and do it all right and know he was doing it right. 

Santiago needed to be loved.

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Also, as a note im trying my best for historic acuracy but I know narcos goes from like 70's onward but this stays in the 70's. Pretend Pablo Escabar isn't an issue anymore lmfao.

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[tytarax]

Dance of the Damned

Finally in heaven, they were received by an angel named Peter. Who had in his hand the so-called Book of Life.

Peter: How are you, ladies? Could you tell me your names?

Charlie: Charlie Morningstar

Peter: Charlie…Charlie…Charlie…no…I don't see you here.

Charlie: Could you try Lucifer… Morningstar

Peter: Luci- Oh, shit! Well... I don't know if they got the place mixed up hehehe

_____: No, Peter, we are not confused, the lady here has an important appointment up here

???: That's right Peter, don't worry, we'll take care of it

They all looked above them and saw a pair of female seraphim addressing them.

_____: Long time no see, Sera.

Sera: I say the same, _____

???: _____!

_____: Emily! How are you?

Emily was the youngest seraphim there was, as far as _____ knew, she was Lucifer's replacement. So Sera, the eldest seraphim, was very attentive to her.

Emily: Very good! I was so excited to meet you! - She said addressing Charlie - Come in! Come in!

After a, in _____'s opinion, embarrassing welcome to heaven song, they arrived at the room where they were going to stay.

Charlie: Damn... there's only one bed... well, we can fit-

_____: No no no. Don't worry, sweety, I don't need to sleep

Charlie: Oh, okay! Then let's go! Emily said she was going to show us animals!

Vaggie: You two go, I want to rest.

Charlie: Yeah, sure! _____ can you imagine seeing a real koala!? – She said as she left the room.

_____: What can I tell you, I've already seen real koalas, Charlie.

The day went by very quickly, Charlie and _____ returned to the room. Vaggie looked strange, but _____ guessed she was just tired. Charlie and Vaggie got ready to sleep, next day they would have their intervention with Sera and some other angels, so they had to rest.

While they were sleeping, _____ took the opportunity to prepare her wardrobe for the next day, a black formal suit, which was what she used to wear the few times she entered heaven.

After getting her clothes ready, she sat in an armchair next to the window, and prepared to read a book that was becoming very popular in the land of the living, “Chronicle of a Death Foretold”.

The morning came quickly. _____ had already finished the book, in fact, she had to read it twice, the first to wonder what the hell was happening and the second to understand it. She looked towards where the girls were lying, but they were still asleep, she didn't waste time and changed her clothes and then woke up Charlie and Vaggie so they could also get ready to go to court.

-In the court-

Adam: What is that bitch doing here!?

_____: I can ask the same thing.

Sera: Silence! We have met here to discuss Miss Charlie Morningstar's project. Speak.

Charlie: Eh... well, my project consists of the redemption of sinners so that they can come to heaven.

Adam: Ha! Redemption of sinners! How ridiculous!

_____: Ridiculous your ass, yerk...

Sera: Adam, silence. Charlie, as you know, the inhabitants of hell are souls who have already had their chance.

_____: With all due respect, Sera. There are certain qualities that we rely on to give a second chance to a human being, act selfless, don't steal, stick it to the Man. Why can't we give a second chance to a sinner? Do you realize that you are acting against your own morals?

Sera: How do we know this would work anyway? Sinners are sinners, and they cannot change.

Charlie: We have a guest who has managed to stay clean for a while! Angel Dust

Adam: The porn star? Oh really?

Charlie: Just... watch him... please.

Sera summoned a kind of large sphere in the middle of the room, where they could see Angel and where he was. She didn't start off very well as she was in the club along with Pentious, Cherri Bomb (Angel's best friend), Nifty, and Husk. But as they observed, they saw that Angel unknowingly demonstrated those qualities mentioned above.

Charlie: You see it! She accomplished everything on her list! Why couldn't he be redeemed?

Sera: Those souls have no forgiveness since the moment of the divine judgment.

~Song~

Emily:

But she was right, Sera

She showed us a soul can improve

He saw the light, Sera

Checked all the boxes that you said would

Prove a person deserves a second chance

Now we turn our backs, no second glance?

Sera:

It's not as simple as you think

Not everything is spelled in ink

_____:

It’s not fair, Sera

Don't you care, Sera?

That just because someone is dead it doesn't

mean they can't resolve to change their ways

Turn the page, escape infernal blaze

Sera:

I'm sure you wish it could be so

But there's a lot that you don't know

Lute (Adam’s closer exorcist angel):

What are we even talking about, some crack-whore who fucked up already?

He blew his shot like the cocks in his mouth

This discussion is senseless and petty

Adam & Lute:

There's no question to be posed

He's unholy, case closed

Did you forget that hell is forever?

Adam:

A man only lives once

We'll see you in one month

Gotta say, I can't wait to-

Sera: Adam!

Adam:

Come down and exterminate you!

Emily: Wait!

Adam: Shit!

Emily:

What are you saying? Let me get this straight

You go down there and kill those poor souls?

_____ & Charlie: You didn’t know?

Adam: Whoops

Lute: Guess the cat is out of the bag

Adam: What’s the big deal?

Emily: Sera, tell me that you didn’t know

Sera:

I thought since I'm older it's my load to shoulder

You have to listen, it was such a hard decision!

I wanted to save you the anguish it takes to

do what was required

Emily:

To think that I admired you

Well, I don't need your condescension

I'm not a child to protect

Was talk of virtue just pretension?

Was I too naive to expect you to heed the morals you purveying?

_____: That’s what the fuck I’ve been saying!

Emily & Charlie:

If Hell is forever, then Heaven must be a lie

If angels can do whatever and remain in the sky

The rules are shades of gray when you don't do as you say

When you make the wretched suffer just to kill them again!

…

Charlie: I was told not to trust in angels – she said addressing Vaggie

Adam: By her?

Lute: Ha! She should know!

Vaggie: We should go

Charlie:

No! Don't you see?

We've come so close

Look at them fighting,

they're at each other's throats

Adam:

Don't you act all high and mighty

Did you ever think your little girlfriend might be a liar?

Vaggie: Don’t, Adam, please!

Adam:

What's the fuss?

Why hide the fact that you're an angel just like us?

(Trying different styles for the songs)

Song: You didn't know

Book: Chronicle of a Death Foretold by García Márquez

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[tsukiyouyuis]

Why is Diluc so attractive? A list of headcanons...

Since my friend is writing fics about Genshin men and is working on knowing them better + looking for more ideas, I came up a list of headcanons of Diluc and hopefully it will be an inspiration.

However, I suddenly found it’s surprisingly enjoyable to read them and it might be an good idea for me to post them here. Just to share my random thoughts/fantasies about Diluc as a faithful simp and hopefully to give people ideas for writing :)

Please note:

Most of them are implied🔞 so minors who are under 18 please respect yourselves and stop reading under the cut.

The only pronoun I used is "you" without specifying the gender. However, I wrote them in a fem! reader's POV (aka my POV). So basically it was me who are talking about Diluc to myself.

These headcanons are 100% based on my own fantasies and interpretations about Diluc. All of them are extremely PERSONAL. If you don't like them, it's fine and I respect whatever opinions you have. Just simply exit the post, but please don't be rude.

If you are okay with the above, please enjoy :)

Maid kink: He is so damn calm with all his maids in the winery but somehow gets aroused when seeing you in the maid outfit. Hmmm is that the reason why he has so many spare maid outfits in the storage...?

He’s busy but still a MAN so sometimes he fantasize about you and does SOME STUFF on his own to de-stress. He thinks you don't know about it but what if you actually do?

He likes to tie (and to be tied up by a certain someone maybe?) so he has a whole collection of belts, thigh straps, chains and other straps maybe idk (for himself or who knows…)

He takes care of his hair very well so they are fluffy all the time but does he know that his ponytail is so grabbable…? Imagine how his face will look like when you grab his fluffy red hair during your intimacies...

He likes to kiss you and to be kissed by you, very much. But when you kiss him with a whole bunch of people that both of you know he gets so shy. Try to tease and kiss the bartender and then do the same when only you two are in the tavern…You better be prepared.

This is very personal but Diluc exploring and fighting in Dragonspine just gets you all the time without any reasons. He creates flame and heat that will melt every inch of snow and ice. He usually wears black + along with his red hair flying in the snow and wind just makes the most beautiful scenery in all over teyvat… He’s gonna be so warm and bright and sure he wouldn’t mind making you warm OR you making him warmER in the way you both like.

Being born and raised in one of the prestigious aristocratic clans in Mondstadt, Diluc is very good at dancing and knows very well of those manners. But do you know he can sing as well? He would sing for you and dance with you, making you falling into his arms with his comforting voice. Someone said the song Sway is sang by Diluc and now you cannot unhear it…

Sometimes you think Diluc is wearing too many layers especially in the summer. Isn’t he hot??? But you also know that he would only wear a shirt with the buttons half done when not being in public or meeting guests and that’s so sexy of him??

He also wouldn’t mind you take his formal clothes off, destroy the rest of the buttons of his shirt (he has tons of them anyway), splash wine on his clothes or on him….and he would do the same to you afterwards.

Another one for the outfits he wears: The bartender attire! The gloves are not covering his wrists like what they are in his usual outfits and that’s so attractive to you. In addition the suits and the vest fit him so well and you can see the shape of his body. Just try to grab his uncovered wrist and pull off his glove when he handles the drinks to you…Will he be mad at you?

Okay you need to STOP fantasizing over his outfits and accessories but one last thing: His thigh straps. Diluc wears that in literally ANY of his outfit. You can’t help but wonder how he puts on and takes off that thing everyday…Hmmm how about sliding your hand into it and give it a try?

Diluc can swing his claymore (which is even bigger than himself) using only one hand. You are always amazing by how strong he is despite he never looks like he is strong. I mean just look at how slim and pretty he is. You wonder what it feels like to be pinned down by those slim-look yet secretly muscular arms.

Despite not being fond of alcohol, Diluc still enjoys making different drinks. He created a special drink just for you and told you if you forget the taste of it, he’d love to make it for you over and over again, anywhere and anytime. But guess what, this man loves teasing you and he will just drink it in front of you so there will be only one way for you to taste it.

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[vodika-vibes]

Blanket Thief

So I decided to do something different today, and I found a prompt for this particular writing practice. And, thank you@starrrgazingbunny for giving me a list of clones to write for.

Pairing: Alpha-17 x Reader

Word Count: 1035

Songs: None

Warnings: None

Prompt: "I wondered why I was freezing, turns out you stole the whole blanket."

The War was supposed to be over. ‘Supposed’ being the keyword in that sentence. It wasn’t, of course. You are clever enough to know that the death of Palpatine isn’t going to really change anything.

And you are smart enough to recognize that this war was probably going to happen even if Palpatine hadn’t been pulling the strings in the background. 

You roll over in your bed, pulling your fleece blanket up tighter around your neck. You had come to Kamino several years ago, at the bequest of your uncle.

“Come on, kid.” He had said at the time, “It’ll be good experience for your career. And you’ll be well paid.” 

So you came to Kamino. Following those sweet, sweet credits that you were promised.

And now here you are, several years later, still on Kamino, still getting paid a lot of money…though now you remain because Master Shaak Ti made the request that you stay to help with the de-chipping and the gene therapy for the cadets…well, and the adult clones.

Of course, you’re pretty sure she made the request that you remain because you’re one of a handful of people that Alpha-17 actually trusts with the Cadets. The other people being your fellow natborn medics.

You bury yourself deeper into your blankets as your mind drifts to Alpha-17. One of the oldest clones, a trainer for the cadets, and the most stubborn and bullheaded man you’ve ever had the pleasure, or displeasure, of meeting.

He towers over everyone, and is the most dangerous person on Kamino.

He drives you completely insane, challenging your expertise on a daily basis, butting heads with you over the way you taught the medic bound cadets. And you challenge him back, having full blown fights in the hallways over how the cadets are, or had been, treated.

Jango used to tell you that there’s no point in fighting with Alpha-17, that he was just a human looking droid. He stopped saying that the first time you verbally eviscerated him for having the gall to compare Alpha-17 to a droid.

The night was the first night, of many, that Alpha-17 made himself at home in your room. And your bed.

You had earned his respect with your desire to protect the cadets. And you had earned his affection with your desire to protect him.

At this point in time, Alpha-17 is living with you. Much to the amusement of the cadets in your care. And the vod’e who couldn’t help but make suggestive comments to you when Alpha-17 isn’t within earshot. They think it’s hilarious that Alpha can’t help but leave marks where everyone will see them.

But it’s late, and so is he. Stuck doing paperwork for the tubies who will have normal childhoods, unlike the rest of their vod’e.

You grumble under your breath, and eye the empty space next to you. It’s fine, you suppose. You can sleep without him, it is just so much colder when he’s not in bed with you.

Frustrated, you roll over to his side of the bed and bury your face in his pillow, and try to fall asleep.

It must have worked, because the next thing you know, you’re being moved back to the cold side of the bed, your side of the bed, and the blanket is getting adjusted around you. “Mm…Alpha?”

“Go back to sleep, cyar’ika.” His voice is low, more of a rumble that you feel than words you can hear. You feel the bed dip and you instinctively bury yourself against his side. You feel him shift, and his arm drapes securely around your waist, and you release a happy sigh as you press your face against his chest.

You swiftly drift back to sleep, secure with the knowledge that you’re safe because Alpha is with you.

The next time you wake up, it’s because Alpha is prodding you awake, “Cyar’ika, wake up.”

You whine and bury your face into your pillow, “Go ‘way. ‘s early.”

You hear him laugh quietly, “Absolutely not. Wake up, cyare.”

You huff and turn your head to squint at the chrono next to the bed, “Why? It’s…5 am? Alpha…” You whine.

“Don’t you ‘Alpha’ me,” He smooths his hand across your head, “I woke up freezing,”

You turn and squint at him, finally noticing that he’s not covered in a blanket, “Well, maybe you wouldn’t be cold if you were using a blanket.” You snark.

He raises a single brow, and he reaches over to lightly tug the blanket you’ve cocooned yourself in, “I wondered why I was freezing, and then I realized that you stole the whole blanket.”

You look down at your cocoon, and then blink up at him, “...sorry.”

He shook his head, and a laugh fell from his lips, “Don’t worry about it, cyar’ika. It’s time for me to get up anyway.” Surprisingly nimble fingers untuck the blanket from under you, and then effortlessly untangle you from your cocoon, and he smirks as he smoothly ripped the blanket off of you.

You weakly gripped the hem of the blanket as you release a noise of unhappiness, but he is strong enough to just tug it out of your grip and throw it at the end of the bed. “Alpha! It’s cold!”

“Hm. I can fix that,” Alpha says with a slow smirk.

You squeak as he rolls over you, effortlessly pinning your hands over your head with one hand, and his other hand dips under your loose tank top, tracing random shapes against the bare skin over your ribs. “I thought you said you needed to get ready for the day?” You ask, a small grin playing on your lips.

He glances at the chrono, and then leans down and bumps his forehead against yours, his eyes locked on your lips, “I have 90 minutes. I bet I can warm you up in that time.”

You squeak, and giggle, as he crashes his lips against yours, silently demanding that you submit to him.

Coincidentally, you’re both late for work that morning. And, when you finally show your face, you have several new marks on your neck that your uniform isn’t quite high enough to cover.

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[virtie333]

Day 30 - Life Day Damerey Celebration

Prompt: Life Day

Summary: Poe's thoughts of Life Day after personal loss

Notes: I wrote this the day after Christmas last year, the first Christmas without my mom, and it kind of sums up what the holiday was like for me that year. 2022 was by far the worst year of my life.

On the day before I posted this, I received a negative... well, not a review, but a comment... on one of my Modern AU stories.

It made me wonder how, when so many people are just trying to live their lives the best they can through horrors and depression and thoughts of suicide, why someone would take the time to hate on someone they don't even know. My writing and sharing of fanfiction has literally kept me going through all the above, so I want to thank those of you who take the time to say good things, nice things, and who understand exactly what I have been going through, because they have been there.

Thank you.

Warnings: Talk of the death of a loved one

AO3

Poe sat quietly by himself on the far side of the room, watching the many people that filled the space, but not seeing them.

He hadn’t wanted to come tonight, but Finn had begged him to, and he couldn’t deny the people he loved anything. Finn’s excuse was that it was the first Life Day since he and Rose had been married, and Poe supposed that was an okay thing to be happy about. Firsts were important. Your first Life Day married. Your first Life Day after a war. Your first Life Day after a child was born.

Your first Life Day since your father died.

Kes Dameron had passed away over ten standard months ago, and Poe had thought he was done grieving and mostly back to normal, but the holiday reminded him that normal would never be the same. He would never stop grieving. Not really. It would come and go, ebb and flow, but it would never end. As long as he loved his father, he would mourn his father.

Life Day had always been a big deal in the Dameron household. Even after his mother died, his father managed to keep the traditions they had all celebrated together the same. Only now did Poe realize how hard that must have been for his dad, and he knew the grieving man had only done it for Poe. Every year, Life Day was celebrated with traditional songs, foods, and gift giving. Even when Poe wasn’t home on Yavin IV, they still found time to connect and share with each other the events of the day. Only during the few years of the war had they not done this, if only because Poe didn’t dare contact his father; there was no way he was taking the chance that the First Order would find Kes and use him against Poe, who had been on their Most Wanted list for years.

But then the war had ended. Poe was able to go home, and he and his friends were able to celebrate Life Day together at the Dameron Homestead. Within two years, Poe was married, had become a prominent advisor for the New Republic’s Department of Defense, and had become a father. Life was perfect.

Until Kes informed Poe he had been diagnosed with lung cancer.

The doctors believed it was a result of Kes’ exposure to toxic gases used by the Empire during the Galactic Civil War. Though minimal, it had eventually caught up with him. Poe and his family took leave from their respective jobs and came to Yavin IV immediately. They were by Kes’ side when he died two weeks later.

Life had gone on. Slowly but surely, things became better. Poe had dealt with death many times. Two of his best friends, Muran and Snap, both died in their fighters right before his eyes. Commanders and those under his command, friends and former friends. The hardest death had been Leia’s, but the eminent attack from Palpatine’s fleet had prevented him from focusing too much on that loss until much later. He had loved them all in one way or another, but none had been his father.

Now it was Life Day, that special holiday that he and his father had always managed to share the same delight in. And now his father was gone.

He wasn’t mad at the people around him for celebrating. He wasn’t jealous of their joy. In reality, he simply felt nothing. No sorrow. No resentment. He was just… empty.

It was while the group in front of him started singing one of his favorite songs for Life Day, Gaudete, a familiar and beloved presence appeared next to him. He closed his eyes, letting the ancient High Galactic language play in his ears as the feeling of comfort and peace filled him. The Force. Sometimes he thought it was the only thing that had gotten him through the last few months.

He felt his wife, the bearer of that powerful Force energy, tuck her hand under his arm and lay her head on his shoulder. She he never strayed far from his side this past horrible year, despite the fact they both had obligations away from each other. Even when they were apart, if he started having a depressive episode, she would know, and come to him. She claimed she wasn’t using the Force to read his emotions, but that she could simply tell by his voice, his body language, the look in his eye even over a holocom. And when she was with him again, life became bearable once more.

Which told him that it wasn’t the Force that had kept him going.

It was Rey.

She never pushed him to talk, but she listened when he did. She never told him he should talk to a councilor, but she encouraged him when he chose to. She never pressured him to ‘just do it’ when he didn’t want to. She was his silent support, her strength and love palpable, even to a non-Jedi like him. He asked her once how she could still be there after so many months of his moodiness and disassociation. She reminded him that he had done the same for her during the months following Exegol. It was how she fell in love with him.

And as Poe felt her physical and mental warmth fill him, he realized with a strange certainty that he was falling in love with her, all over again.

He heard the familiar giggle of his daughter, and looked over to see Suralinda dancing to the music with the almost 2-year-old toddler in her arms. Little Leia had a huge smile on her face, her cheeks rosy red from the excitement of the evening. For the first time in days, Poe felt a real smile form on his lips, and a new determination in his heart.

He would grieve this first Life Day without his father, as was expected. But by next year, his little girl would start making memories of her own, and Poe was determined to make them as good as his own memories were.

He looked at his wife, letting is smile carry over to her. She smiled back, then picked up his hand and kissed the back of it. “Happy Life Day, Poe.”

“Happy Life Day, my love.”

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[cilil]

Day 1 Melkor ⋆⛧⋆ Mairon

Synopsis: A little flame catches Melkor's eye.

Warnings: /

Author's Note: My first ficlet for Angbang Week 2023. I'll be aiming for daily posts covering both prompts, one from Melkor's and one from Mairon's perspective. Links to the corresponding ficlet and my Angbang masterlist will be at the top and down below respectively. Hope you enjoy!♡

There were thousands more out there, spirits of all kinds whose voices echoed through the Timeless Halls like a distant, ever changing symphony, yet Melkor was alone. He sat at the very edge of their realm, staring into the Void and silently contemplating whether to venture out into the darkness again or continue to watch the other Ainur.

The greater and older spirits among them–those like his brother, though in his mind they still couldn't hope to compare to him–had begun to form pairs. He hadn't taken it seriously at first when Manwë began spending more and more time with Ulmo and Varda; in fact, Melkor had assumed his father's little favourite finally learned his lesson to leave him alone. But then he kept seeing him and Varda together even without Ulmo, saw Aulë with Yavanna, spotted several other pairs as well, and it occurred to him that they must've taken the One's words about love and companionship to heart. 

Melkor scoffed at the thought. Unlike them, he needed no one, he had all the power, knowledge and talent to realise his visions on his own–at least once he found the Flame Imperishable and used it to give life to his creations. 

Admittedly, he had contemplated what Eru had told them and taken a closer look at his peers. Out of the Great Spirits like him, only Varda seemed worthy of his consideration, brilliant and glowing with the Flame Imperishable's light as she was, just like him, but she had rejected his advances. Melkor had refused to be anywhere near her and Manwë since; there were strange feelings inside him, those he would later recognize as anger, shame and spite, and he couldn't comprehend why his brother had been chosen over him again, despite him being the greater of the two. 

And so he had been by himself for a while now, doing his best to ignore the other Ainur and telling himself he didn't need anyone by his side anyway in an attempt to soothe his wounded pride, until–  

A little flame caught his eye. 

It was quite literally what the spirit that Melkor saw was, small compared to him and of fiery nature, full of ideas, creativity and wit. There was something unique about him, something that drew him out of his sulky mood and piqued his interest. He wanted to have a closer look, yet to his dismay, he saw the little flame with Aulë soon after. And again he felt like he had been cheated, like another had taken something that should be his. 

Even so, Melkor kept watching the fire spirit and listened attentively whenever he sang to find out more about him. His songs were just as lovely as he had assumed they would be, he thought, pleased with his insight–but something was missing. It took him a while to figure out, yet in the end he was sure of it: There were more notes and melodies hidden within this Ainu's fëa that he didn't give voice to. 

Is this Aulë's doing? Melkor wondered, his spirit darkening in anger once more. Were his peers now begrudging others the full splendour of their song, simply because they wanted it to fit theirs? He couldn't allow this, especially not in regards to the Great Music his father had told him about. No, he certainly wasn't going to hold back, and neither should his fellow Ainur. 

And part of him was glad he now had an excuse to talk to the little flame. 

His little flame, if fate would be so kind. 

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[thecoffeelorian]

For Howzer Thursday...

...Firstly, I'd like to thank everybody who sat tight and didn't get disappointed when I had nothing to show off for Wednesday--in other words, I think the cold weather kicked up some kind of seasonal affective disorder in me, so that's why I had no updates. ^^;

Second, I DO have something to show off today, which is a poem I spent an afternoon writing up and editing after work.

So guess what--this thing is DONE and ready to go, 214 words, Poetry/Imaginary Country Song, and all about a certain Captain Howzer!

Small content warning for mild swearing, but other than that, it shouldn't be too wild. Enjoy!

Hey, Howzer

Hey Howzer, you’re no quitter You’re a Captain with no fear When the world’s gone down the shitter You’re standing with your peers!

You’re all decked out in white and teal And off to take a stand No wonder all us natborns feel Like we’d love to hold your hand!

Well, they shipped you out to Ryloth With nothing but your name The locals didn’t look like you, But they treated you the same.

Their daughters called you ‘Brother’ and You helped them night and day So when the Empire first showed up Maybe you heard them say:

“ ‘Ey, ‘Owzer, you’re no quitter You’re the Captain with no fear Our world’s gone down the shitter, but You’re still fighting right here…

You’re all dressed up in white and teal You’re gonna make your stand No wonder all us Twi’leks feel Like we’d love to shake your hand!

Hey Howzer, you’re no quitter You’re a Captain with no fear When the world’s gone down the shitter You’re standing with your peers!

You’re all decked out in white and teal And off to take a stand No wonder all us natborns feel Like we’d love to hold your hand!

Well, no wonder those who respect you Are vying for your hand…

(Captain…will you marry me?)

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Special tags go to: @freesia-writes and @starqueensthings for inspiring me this morning;

General tags go to The List: @c-ch-v-r @600yearoldlovecraftianhorrorshow @spinelrose @ovaa-bi-bia @lightwise @sailorsenshisweetheart @riversings42 @groguandthebadbatch @themightychipmunk42 @xylionet @paperback-rascal @wastingstarsss @yardikins @advisorsnips @omglisalithium @tink1221 @12sddddd @giganonyx @talesfrommedinastation @megmca @swarovski-yoda . Thank you all for your patience. <3

#random status update #the bad batch #poetry #imaginary country songs #captain howzer #tbb howzer #howzer the bad batch #howzer tbb #fan poetry #homage #hey howzer #howzer thursday #wowzer howzer #and as always... #minors dni

[threadsun]

Ahaha… A bit late due to a rough night of sleep lol. But I'm finally here to tell you about Gloria!

Gloria is my self insert more or less for SWWSDJ and stuff when she’s not in her “clownsona”, Ginger. I literally gave her the name because of the song “Gloria” by Laura Branigan. It’s from the 80s and I just really love the song lol.

She’s about 27, and depending on the AU either works as a Labor and Employment Law Legal Secretary, or selling rental skates at the local skate park - Sorry Barry but yogurt makes me ill. However, she has aspirations to be a sci-fi/fantasy novelist and write anywhere from space westerns to fairy tale retellings or high stake dark fantasy adventures with horror elements. But because of unintentionally trying to prove to Ian’s mom she was “good enough” for her son, she sacrificed a lot of her personal dreams because of critiques on them being “too childish” and studied law classes in college alongside the few creative ones she would allow herself to join. Where she met Shaun and he helped her realize she was putting too much of her personal wishes aside for the relationship and making herself unhappy as a result.

Even later when she and Ian broke up, she still reverts back to the habit of ‘avoiding childish things’ when Shaun isn’t around.

As for Gloria herself, she’s a very serious seeming person at first and respects the rules, but she moreso just doesn’t want people to get hurt and to be treated fairly. Her resting bitch face also leads to people mistaking her for being a hard ass, as well as her blunt honesty on what she thinks or feels on something. Deep down she just doesn’t see a point in lying to someone when it would only draw out a situation and make it worse, but she does try to be careful in how she words things. It’s her own social awkwardness that makes it come off worse than intended.

She has a habit of wanting to help take care of others, being very much a mom friend but rarely stopping to take care of herself. It’s hard for her to, as she is too used to being the strong person in any relationship, even if a part of her deep down wants to let down those walls and trust someone enough to let her be vulnerable and support her.

Some of her favorite things are coffee, books (fiction or non-fiction for research on whatever topics she’s interested in), and she daydreams about owning a working typewriter. Gloria is pretty good at sniffing out when someone is being dishonest and hates it when someone lies to her, even a bit paranoid at times when someone seems ‘too good to be true’ until she can see how sincere they are underneath it all. If she has a problem, she won’t hesitate to adress it, preferring to talk about it with someone so they could meet a solution. Even so, she can be a bit too trusting of others at first and it gets her into more trouble than she bargains for. She’s also deathly terrified of centipedes even if she’s mostly okay with other bugs.

Typically I ship her with Jack or Joseph, sometimes Shaun. But Evan has slowly been converting me to liking Jean more. For better or worse, the ship list is still open to change lol.

She sounds wonderful!!! I just want to tuck her into bed gently with a good book and kiss her forehead!!! Also I'm shaking hands with her over being okay with basically everything but centipedes 😭

Those sound like good partners for her!! Evan's version of Jean is definitely softer than mine so that makes a lot of sense I think :3 I like the idea that some day way in the future she could publish some sort of horror story that Shaun adapts into a movie

#tyrian-bizkits #sunshine #asks #18+ only #thank you for sharing her!!!!! she sounds great!!!!!

[imagines-babes]

i’m yours (George)

Hello Happy Halloween or The start of Dí de los Muertos (the day of the day) if your starts today. So today story has some spicy towards the end(this is my first time writing spice so let me know if you like it). I was really expired by the song, ‘i’m yours’ by Isabel LaRosa. So this is a superhero/villain au. You are called, The Mistress of the Night, your powers are Dream Control and Pyrokinesis. And George’s name is, 404, his powers are perfect aim and new technology. So I do hope you enjoy.

George List Masterlist

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'The Mistress of the night has caught chaos once again. Letting a sworn of cops get under her control. Can anyone stop her?' Turning off the tv to walk down to a lair. Every week it's something new with them. Hearing the projector turn on my head turns to the front seeing Dream then to the side of him Sapnap. "Again with them. I'm not going. I tried to take them but all they do is go into my head. After that time when we all went, I couldn't think straight." Sapnap started to complain looking at him more than I did. "Well good cause you aren't going to get her. 404 here is gonna try." I stared at him with doubtful eyes. "He wants to make a name for himself rather than the Dream Team. So he's going out to get her." by that Dream hangs up shutting off the projector. Walking into the closet and grabbing my uniform. Dark blue jeans with sleeves cut black turtle neck. My glasses were tinted lenses the sides black lines with blue. The shoes were black with blue.

On top of a building the cops aimed at any little thing that moved unless it was human. They just let them go away. It was weird. They didn't even take them hostage. "They see their loved one towards the human that are out." a voice spoke behind me. There she was The Mistress of the Night. "That's what your thinking right? Why they aren't hurting civilians on the street." she batted her eyes walking closer to me. She wore her signature look. On her left side knee high tights with a hint of purple. While her right the tights were all the way connected to the body suit she had on. The side of her right tights was cut open connect by a thread showing the skin. Her top color was purple around her breast and hips.  Her suit came with one glove going below her elbow as the other came went up to her armpit. With a hood connecting her bodysuit and a mask covering her mouth. Lastly with 2 buckles around her left arm and left leg. She pulled down her mask while she started to talk. "Where are the other 2 or your friends Mr 404?" She started to get close to me. "They wanted to see if I can make a name for myself without needing their help." she tilts her head with a nod. "Then let me make it easy for you. I will let the cops go free. While you and I just talk or something. Plus those cops were just for fun." she placed her hand on my chest tracing the number 404. "Would you like that George?" I started to slowly melt once she placed her hand on my chest. Till I recognized my name out her mouth "what did you call me?" She looked over the building with a snap the cops looked around for her. Then faced me. "I mean that's your name, right? George and your friends are Clay and Sapnap. But sapnap real name isn't that. It's something else. I respect his boundaries so I won't say his name out loud. But I know your name." More questions started to wonder how or why she knows these things. "Come on ask the question, George. I know you wanna know." she sat on the ledge leaning back as I stared at her. It seem like she was waiting for me to ask that single question. She sighs, "Mistress how do you know our names," she tries to mimic my voice as she looks over at me. I only tilted my head with a shake. All she did was nod, "Why thank you for asking," she stands up, "Before I go to a city to 'Terrorized' it. I like to be prepared. Knowing the heroes that protect it. How they started, what are they like, friends not family, and you know like a detective. And for your backstory is you were from Ancient Greece has perfect aim somehow got transported here to the new era." Walking around me placing her hand on my shoulder and sliding it to the other, "Yet you still learn about the new technology and gain a new 'power.' Am I wrong?" She tilts her head looking at me. Moving her hand to the front of my face moving a piece of hair out of my face. All I did was stare at her. Her eyes moved down from my hair to my eyes. "No words George I thought you were quite a talker the other times we talk."  she started to move away from me. In straight reaction, I grab her wrist pulling her closer to me. It was like I needed her to be close to me. She tried to calm her breathing down. She look from my eyes down to my lips while I did the same. "Are you gonna do something George?" she questioned as her heartbeat quickened. Leaning into her putting my hands on her cheeks. Placing a kiss on her lips. Our lips connect as if they were two puzzle pieces fitting together. The tension between us all dead down cause of this kiss. She started to slide her arms around my neck with her fingers going through my hair. Her fingers were tugging at my hair. While I deepen the kiss with the passion and lust feeding off each other. My hands wanted to be all over her body. Moving my hands to her back feeling her body up against me. She started to arch her back closer to me. My head broke the kiss as her hood fell. Making my kiss down to her neck. I started to hear the soft moans escape her mouth to her only to pull my hair once more.

Then a call appears from Dream. I wanted to keep going to see how far this would've gone but for her, that was a call-off between us. She gained her breath as she whisper in my ear. "I do hope to see you again George," she slowly places a kiss where a crack of my neck showed, "and maybe we can finish this."  with that she was off to the next building then the next then the next, and so on. The ring keeps going through my glasses as I answer. "Did you get them 404?" he question as George just look to where they left, "no I didn't but next time I will."

#x y/n #twitchstreamer #fanfic #mcyt x y/n #feral boys #mcyt fanfiction #dreamteam #dtqk #gnf #gnf x reader #georgenotfound x reader #george x reader #george x y/n #georgenotfound #georgenotfound smut #spice #gnf smut #x reader

[calehenituse-brainrot]

Hello! I just wanted to ask what songs you associate transmigrated reader and cale's relationship with?

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i dont have the best range in in music taste since i just listened to whatever is trending rn so im sorry if this list is bland as fuck.

i explain some of why i associate the two songs with them, i hope you'll find them satisfactory ( ◜‿◝ )♡

with the those two, i would say:

IM SORRY IK I JUST COULDN'T HELP IT

In most popular opinions, In A Week is quite a gloomy and yet lovely song for its meaning.

A lot of people interpret the song as a couple laying together as they enter the afterlife ; it's bound to be quite a scary experience, but because their other half is laying beside them, they only feel a sense of peace and welcomes that death with open arms.

But my personal interpretation about this song is about how meeting each other could evoke such a peaceful atmosphere that it almost felt like death (basically romanticizing the peaceful death and not how quite it was) and that was interpreted in the first line :

I have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me

The whole world is such a rocky place for the two of them — how it continuously preys upon the peace they want to have so much and how the two of them cannot understand the thought to ruin another person who had done nothing wrong

I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me

— is a line that I interpret as both of them admitting that they have never had the intention to feast (attack, prey upon, ruin) on others like how others are doing to them.

Both Cale and T!Reader are people with a tragic past and no one deserved to have their past, and yet it seems like they still kept on being good people.

I don't want to go on a tangent with this song analysis but the bottom line of this song is about how I think the two of them could find a sense of peace that almost feels similar to death when they are with each other and they could so easily drown in each other's presence

We lay here for years or for hours

This line explains how easily they are to be consumed by each other's presence — time no longer making sense. Were they here for an hour or for five? Was it a whole day? They don't know, and really, none of them cared.

So long we become the flowers

This one is a bit scary haha. This line explains how they both lay together, still and in peace to the point they could have become a part of Mother Nature.

Though the bottom line of the song is how no matter where they are, if they are still with each other, that's home.

Another song is Hozier's I THINK THIS ONE IS THE ONE I ASSOCIATE THE MOST WITH THEM PLEASE READ IT

This song is inspired by bog bodies in Ireland but I have my interpretation that I think goes along well with the series!

This song, to me, talks of how two people with their own pasts and scars are questioning each other regarding their pasts — something you see Cale do often in my stories.

Why were you digging?

What did you bury before those hands pulled me from the earth?

I thought this was a perfect song for Cale who always wondered about Reader's past.

"What happened to you in the past?"

"What are you looking for?"

"Before you met me, what exactly did you go through?"

"What kind of past did you have to bury?"

And almost instantly, Cale's reaction to his own curiosity appeared — selfless and patient, where he still respects their privacy and was willing to wait until they're ready.

I will not ask you where you came from

I will not ask you, neither should you

That second line is Cale's realization that he also has a past and scars that he wished to not talk of. He knows that Reader knows, but he does not wish to talk of it, and therefore he cannot pressure Reader to talk further about their past.

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips

This line is so sweet to me because despite the questions, scars, the pondering, they decided to just "you know, let's try". They decided to continue the relationship although there's so many things blank, but they love each other too much to let each other go just because the other party isn't comfortable yet.

We should just kiss like real people do

This line makes me a bit bittersweet because it could be saying something about how the two of them are still dancing around — they haven't think of what they have as something real, so they try their best to convince others or even themselves.

For me, this song meant a lot about the act of waiting and being patient until you reach the point of your relationship where you're both ready to talk and become transparent. Very slow burn.

#trash of the count's family #totcf #cale henituse #tcf cale #cale henituse x reader #lout of the count’s family #lout of count's family #ask me stuff #answered ask

[incarnateirony]

Okay sis this is. better kind of.

Ish. You still can't copy each other's heartsongs. Hence mine being all up in your playlist you also kinda ran from the plot on. the Wolf Witch's songs with Hermes are appropriate to their journeys and reflections through each other. You should try to make one of your own. Without using any of my songs. Or any of my imagery. See how that goes for you. Like imagery common to books is fine, but the funny thing is, you lost the plot on which were uniquely me.

Make your own deck of song cards if you can find a version that isn't echoing me. Excellent gift to him.

When those playlists are shared, the people are sharing themselves more than they are hermes; there's a mutuality to it, but yours will not be identical, even if there will be a few repeats slipping in. Warning, he reflects energy.

It's through the similarities in the songs you find the similarities in each other, people tend to idolize it in a strange direction after. Let's head that part off here.

But I guess like, politely asking permission to copy someone else's personally crafted offering and paying for it (if they even sell it, they didn't say they would in the post) is better than just running away with the farm and denying it?

Honestly unless Shealyn knows for a fact that person intended to sell it, that's sort of a lens on the problem. "My proudest offering that I put my heartsong with him into" "WHEN CAN I BUY ONE FOR ME" when her own ass-backwards "any time I disturb mine on the altar the shadows come, must stay there"--like I'm not gonna unpack how that's athena screaming at arachne again but. She can't even see the value for other people. Just what she can have too.

Songs. Music. The dance moves. You'd be shocked how easy it is to put a bug in the minds of the whole world, honestly. So yes, a few will overlap. But again, you know... there's a reason he's dissonance. There's always a million songs playing, my dear. It's just fighting to be loud enough to break through.

Try this hat on: when the playlists are shared, rather than vaguely staring out into the sky in wonder, check when each song was going big in its time, and its respective timeline in your life and events going on. You can find you and other peers even living similar advents. Well... if you can... build a list. That isn't like. Based off my blog, basically.

#Youtube

[analog-cottage-gore]

Hey I saw you were looking for questions about your Wtd aus? Well i couldn't pick one so here's a question for all of them!

Hazelnut tree: What's the alison in this au like? I would love to see his dynamic with more characters and we know he ends up with hazel. I wonder what his rule following personality would look like next to winnies moral roulette wheel.

Scaly secrets: You said some of the cast were dragons? Which ones!? And what colors. Are they all the same kinda dragon or different styles?

Cryptic Dreams: Is everyone a cryptid or are some of them hunters? What are some ways they avoid the hunters using their cryptid abblites?

Superhero: what are their powers? Understandable if you haven't got that all figured out yet. Superheroes are hard. So i'm also going to ask are they all heroes or are some of them villains and vigilantes. 

Post cannon au: Who shares rooms? How many bunk beds? Or do they all get their own room?

Mixed marriages: Where did you get the idea for the kingdom names you wrote about in the snippet you posted?

Robotic fantasy (I LOVE EXTRA ANGST): I noticed we are in a lot of the same fandoms so what other fandoms exactly are being thrown into the mix here? And what's your favorite duo of a WTD character partnered with a non WTD character?

I'm sorry if it's a lot of questions I have a lot to ask! Hearing about cool stuff like this always inspires me! Gets me thinking you know? They just all sound so cool! Hope you don't mind the length!

Salty I am so fucking happy you don't even know, this is my favorite ask ever I couldn't even imagine this!!!!!! I don't mind the length the length lets me ramble about my ideas which I need to do!!!!!!

Hazelnut tree: Allison would probably secretly tag along with Hazel and Night Light, and therefore ends up talking to the whole little group that's building. Allison would hate Winnie before his redemption due to helping Litho so much. After Win's redemption though? They'd probably get along relatively well, helped by the fact that I'm pretty sure their related, and at the very least they are in HNT.

Scaly Secrets: Currently the dragons consist of; Sara, Wiatt, Carly, Mike, The Triplets, and Winnie! Sara is dark pink, Wiatt is blue, Carly is light pink, Mike is orange, the Triplets are their respective animatron main colors, and Winnie is purple. Kept the color choices simple. Currently I don't have any great ideas on designs/abilities for the dragons, but I'm working on it! (They're all technically dragon shifters btw)

Cryptic Dreams: The cryptids are all the animatronic possessers (minus Eric who has a different deal going on) and Sara and the Twins. The main plot revolves around Wiatt, Damian, Celio, and Oliver thinking all tge cryptids have been taken by cryptids since they don't know they are the cryptids. So they team up with actual cryptid hunters to find them. Carly is also in the team to try and keep everyone from finding out about the cryptids while also stopping them from getting hurt. They use their abilities in a lot of ways, mainly to trap the hunters.

Superheros: Decided to answer both at once with a list, not everyone had powers decided on yet. A lot of them use the animatronic names as alter egos, and those who don't have. Kinda bad names lol.

Heros: Starlight (Lewis)* [????? And Specialized Telekinesis], Glory (Alyssa) [Water Manipulation and Siren Song], Rex (Mike), Ribbon Dancer (Ribbion Dancer)

Vigilantes: ???? (Wiatt) [Tech Manipulation], Detective (Damian) [Power Sight], The Triplets (The Triplets), Cheer (Carly) [Super Speed]

Villains: Shadina (Sara) [Shadow Powers and Specilized Telekinesis], Tela (Oliver)* [Tech Manipulation and Specilized Telekinesis], Winnie (Carlos/Winnie), Litho (Litho) [Shadow Powers], Lolli (Liz)*, Pop (Ben)*

(*depends on where in the plot they are)

Post Canon: As a general rule, all couples and young siblings share a room. So we got:

Lewis/Wiatt

Mike/Alyssa

Oliver/Damian

Liz/Ben

Mascarade/Melody/Mimic

Eric(/Ribbion Dancer technically)

Carly

Sara

Celio (maybe, idk if they're gonna live with everyone else)

Fun fact, the house they live in is the mansion Wiatt was implied to have lived in during highschool!

Mixed Marriages: The kingdom names cam from me translating a word relating to the character who's a royal in that kingdom into Spanish and Russian before mushing them together and making it look and sound like a kingdom name.

Robotic Fantasy: Pretty much all of them. We got:

WTDW

SAMS

FNAF SB in general

ESMP

MCYT in general

Maybe some of my oc's???

Personally I like Lewis, Moon, and Pearl's dynamic. They go through some shit together.

Also!!! Bonus new AU:

Mcyt (mainly empires) and Wtdw popstar AU has been circling in my head recently, so add it to tge list of AU's

#welcome to dreamworld #wtdw #empires smp #sams #sun and moon show #hazelnut tree au #Scaly Secrets au #Mixed Marriages au #Wtdw house au #Wtdw super ah #Cryptic dreams au #Robotic Fantasy au #Crossover popstar au

[independentartistbuzz]

7 FROM THE WOMEN: HEIDI VINCENT

Hailing from Vancouver, singer-songwriter Heidi Vincent is making a definite comeback with her new single “Dear ADHD.” 

After dedicating years to raising her daughter and finding healthy love, Heidi is back in the music spotlight with true purpose and a newfound clarity.

“Dear ADHD” explores the often conflicting emotions of grief, rage, frustration, also liberation and freedom. It’s about enjoying the journey of healing and returning to wholeness:

“I was diagnosed with ADHD very late in life. And when I was finally diagnosed, I literally felt so much grief and rage. I understood in that moment that the years of negativity delivered to me by so many people & institutions were not true. Everything I believed about myself & who I was from these extraordinarily negative messages, from those I trusted implicitly, were not my fault. I lived much of my life feeling like I didn’t belong & wasn’t valuable. ADHD wasn’t understood while I was growing up, not by society, not by my family.”

This pop-country track is her first in a series of singles to be released early this year, all of which mark Heidi’s return to music. Each song tells a story of strength, authenticity and compassion, with upcoming singles “What Love Can Do” and “Criminal” due out soon.

Heidi has had a diverse and successful career in the music industry, with live performances throughout various venues and festivals as well as on-screen placements of her music in film and TV shows. One early career highlight includes being featured as a guest on local TV station City TV and the talk show “Breakfast Television” in Vancouver, BC

These appearances have contributed to a growing fanbase and gained her further credibility in music.

We caught up with Heidi Vincent for an Exclusive Interview below:

What have you been working to promote lately? 

I have been really focused on promoting my recent single “Dear ADHD.” It’s about “life-ing” with ADHD in a neuro-typical world. 

2. Please tell us about your favourite song written, recorded or produced by another woman and why it’s meaningful to you.

I love “Thank U” by Alanis Morissette because she is expressing such heartfelt gratitude throughout the song. 

3. What does it mean to you to be a woman making music in the music business today and do you feel a responsibility to other women to create messages and themes in your music? 

It’s a wonderful time to be a woman in the music industry right now. There are so many opportunities to speak out and not be censored, by anyone. The numerous platforms to express art and creativity is extraordinary. In the 1990’s, you had to have had an Agent, Label, AR a Manager etc. 

Now? You are your own company, you are free to do your own business, making your own art and decisions. Room for all! 

4. What is the most personal thing you have shared in your music or in your artist brand as it relates to being female? 

My late diagnosis of ADHD and the symptoms I live with. 

5. What female artists have inspired you and influenced you? 

Annie, Aretha, Shania, Whitney, Adele, Ella, Tina, Cher, Stevie, Joni, Janis … the list doesn’t end. 

6. Who was the first female artist that made you want to create music / be in the business? 

Patsy Cline. 

7. Who’s your favourite female icon? (Dead or alive) and why? 

Aretha Franklin. She was literally the “hive” of soul, range and empowered woman with her messages. For example, “Respect” a request for respect from her man and society too. 

Finally, where can we find you online? 

Website | Facebook | Instagram | Tiktok | YouTube | Spotify

#music #indie #spotify #interview #youtube #new music

[electricbluebutterflies]

Kabby + A slow dance, entangled with each other

Modern AU, PG-ish, also on ao3.

This is a bad idea.

No, correction, this is something past a bad idea. The actual bad idea was agreeing to chaperone her daughter’s prom, a volunteer opportunity no one wanted her to take even though she’s perhaps less concerned about what teenagers might be up to if not thoroughly supervised. Abby had gone ahead and signed up anyways, and she’s a combination of respectable and stubborn enough that no one openly said anything to her about how strange it was that she was finally pulling her weight, and-

She’s here in case anything goes catastrophically wrong. Far as she’s concerned, teenage romance and intimacy don’t count as such.

She paces a spot she’s selected for herself on the edge of the space, the ballroom of a hotel that had been a lot nicer when her prom happened here and god that was a couple decades ago and-

“Is it even comfortable to move that way in those shoes?”

Ah, yes, the bad idea personified. Lucky her.

Abby stops her pacing and turns to glare at her longtime nemesis, who has given her the pleasure of not being the most socially undesirable adult in the room and… she’s not totally sure who coerced him into this, last she heard he was trying to rescue the debate team and failing so maybe those little darlings wanted revenge, or-

“Since when have you wanted me to be comfortable?”

Marcus cleans up well, she’ll give him that. She’s known how good he looks in a suit for most of their respective lives, and the fact that she was married for most of that never stopped her looking, and-

“You never wear heels,” he replies. “Don’t know why your masochism decided to flare up now.”

She rolls her eyes, and she’s actually wearing makeup for once and she wonders how that changes the impact, and-

“And why would you have any suspicions about that?”

He makes what she’s sure he thinks is an innocent hand gesture towards her body. “Look around you. Every other woman who got coerced into this is in their funereal best, and you…”

“Have done my time in modest black,” she finishes before he can say something vicious. Not that her outfit is outright inappropriate – the neckline is low enough to be interesting but nowhere near what some of the little darlings are wearing, and the heels aren’t that high, and-

“I didn’t know you were bored enough to take up homewrecking.”

“I didn’t know you paid enough attention to care.”

They stay there on the sidelines for a few moments, stuck in the realization that neither of them really knows any of the other adults here and these aren’t their normal orbits, and as much as they spar at least it’s familiar banter and-

“Would you like to dance?”

Abby blinks, and she’s not sure what the rest of her face is doing but she suspects she’s staring at him like he just sprouted an extra limb. “And you said I’m masochistic,” she laughs.

“It was just an offer. If you don’t-“

“Yes, I would love the opportunity to make any form of movement miserable for you tomorrow.”

He gives her one of those why-do-I-put-up-with-you looks she knows so well, and… she doesn’t have the answer for that question that she once did, back when her husband was still alive and amused by how capable two of his favorite people were of driving each other insane, back when-

She’s never danced with anyone else, she realizes. Jake was good at this, any opportunity to twirl her around, always his idea never hers, always-

“You could say no,” Marcus says with a softness she’s surprised he’s capable of, bringing her back to reality. “I’ll only be slightly offended.”

“Trust me, your emotions are very low on my list of priorities. If you even have them. I’m doing this for me, and… I’m bored.”

Abby knows that’s a dangerous phrase to say when there are this many tiny disasters in proximity, but she doesn’t care. She’ll still be present when something goes sideways, she’ll just be…

It’s strange, letting someone else get this close. A slow song begins and it feels okay, she knows these hands even if they’ve never spent more than a heartbeat on her body, she knows-

She clings. There’s probably some biological instinct she could blame for it. She doesn’t care.

She clings, and she kinda suspects Marcus has no idea what he’s doing but is pretending otherwise, and on almost anyone else that compensational confidence would probably work but on her…

“You didn’t ask me to dance because you wanted to,” she murmurs, not quite a question.

“There’s nothing better to do. Too early in the night, the kids aren’t bored enough to wreak havoc…”

“Remind me, how much time do you spend around seventeen-year-olds?”

“How much mildly coerced community service will you actually believe I do?”

A few possible reactions come to mind, and Abby chooses none of them. Quiet is easier, quiet is-

It’s been too long since anyone’s held her. She’ll blame that issue for how her body shifts, how much she needs this, safe, maybe a bad idea but not a life-ruining one, not-

The music changes, and she’s well aware she should pull away, and she doesn’t want to, and she doesn’t.

“Everything alright?”

On some level she’s amazed he knows those words, but this is no moment for that kind of comment, even she has some restraint, and-

“Don’t let go of me unless the fire alarm goes off.”

He doesn’t.

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