#( song is i've got a dream from tangled! )

[everythingheard]

Melody ( @timeguardians ) ▌sent 78 for a starter.

Never has Rapunzel found much occasion to swim, nor been inundated with the desire to. Her first genuine experience with the endeavor had come about when she and Eugene had nearly drowned during an escape from a rapidly flooding cave and, while she doesn't consider herself frightened at the prospect of swimming under better circumstances, she does harbor her own quiet trepidations. However, with Melody by her side as they venture further into the gently lapping waves than she ever has before, she's more resolute than ever in her decision to try. "I'm so glad I left my tower," she says, grazing her fingertips along the water. "Now that I've done that, I sort of feel like I can do anything." Rapunzel casts her friend a sidelong grin. "Especially right now, since you're an expert at this."

[oh-dear-my]

Made a little antagonist centered malevolent animatic!

Song: I've got a dream from Disney's "Tangled"

[crappymixtape]

sweet like summer

REQUEST → @palmtreesx3, SUMMER BLURB PARTY ❝ 💿 bff's to lovers maybe a little spicy – summer steve. summer steve! ( song x blurb with steve harrington x reader – this one is a lil fluffy, a lil flirty, a lil hot, roadtripping the west coast with stevie and stopping at a bar to dance after spending all day at the beach – recommended to listen to your song while reading! )

S W E E T L I K E S U M M E R SONG PICK -> 🎶 sunset girl, carpool tunnel

Your hair was still windswept, salt turned wavy and kissed by the sun and your sandals scratched in the sand under your feet on the dance floor. The west coast was unlike anything you’d ever seen, definitely nothing like Hawkins, and you wished you could bottle it up and bring it home with you.

It was all sunshine and surfer boys, shells and sea glass, gulls crying out over the crash of the waves and warm sand under your skin. California was your last stop, though Steve had teased about taking a detour through New Mexico on the way back, and you were trying to drink up every last little drop. You never wanted to leave.

You’d found the little hole in the wall taco joint on Trip Advisor and damn if the reviews weren’t right. It was some of the best food you’d ever had and Tuesdays had live music. There wasn’t a free table in the whole place and the dance floor was crowded, filled with people swaying along with the twangy riffs and reverbs coming from the surf rock band on stage.

Three margaritas deep, you could’ve sworn you were floating with the way your best friend held you close to his chest, Steve, Steve, Steve. One hand pressed wide and warm to your lower back and the other tangled up with yours. He hadn’t stopped grinning the second you got up from your table, but when the music slowed a bit it softened. Shifted smaller, unsure, a mixture of what if we mess this up and I've never wanted you more. He’d never looked at you like that before, but you found yourself lost in it as the lyrics wove through the space between you.

❝ WHAT D'YOU GOT GOING ON TONIGHT? I CAN TELL BY YOUR CURLY HAIR, WE'LL BE FADED OUT OF SIGHT.

Steve slowed, feet bumping into yours and a breathy laugh fell from your lips.

“Steve–”

He chuckled too, “Sorry.”

But then his eyes met yours, warm honey, burnt caramel, like swimming in a pool of liquid amber and it was like you couldn’t breathe. Your pulse fluttering against your neck and heart skipping in your chest.

Steve’s lips pulled up at the corner, shy, his fingers shifting over the thin fabric of your dress at your waist. He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, tongue chasing over his lower lip. “I really want to kiss you,” he murmured and your skin buzzed where his fingers pressed to you. Singing under his touch, more, more, more.

❝ CAN'T PUSH IT, IF I DARE. OH, MY GIRL, MY GIRL.

The band didn’t exist anymore and everyone else faded away, blurring and swept away by the feeling of Steve. You heard gulls and the soft wash of waves on the sand, saw the way Steve smiled at you as he pulled you into the surf with him.

“Wanna kiss you too,” you whispered back and it was like you’d redefined time. Seconds more like minutes or hours, stretching out as Steve leaned closer and closer.

The soft sweep of his lashes over the apples of his cheeks, the strong line of his jaw and the moles chasing down his neck, the perfectly messy brown locks of hair falling over his forehead and lips so soft, pressed to yours.

Tentative, slow, langid, curious, wanting.

❝ A GEM, SO PERFECT YOU SEE. A DREAM, SO RARE.

It was a little shy at first, but as soon as you’d tasted each other you knew you were done for, would never have enough, would always be left wanting more, more, more.

“More Steve,” you said into him and he swallowed your words, pulled soft, sweet sounds from you and nestled them deep between his ribs to bloom like wildflowers, a bright, warm thing he would cherish forever.

His fingers squeezed at your waist, pressing into the plush of your hip and pulling you into him so close you could smell the faded scent of his coconut sunscreen, cedar and leather from his aftershave this morning and the sweet, heady musk of sweat – beading along the hollow of his collarbone, the swell of your chest, the press of your bodies in the heat.

He nosed at your neck and you gave him more access, head tilting back lazy, drugged, drowning in Steve as he dragged kisses across your skin and the sounds that had started out soft and sweet shifted needy. A low whine that blew his pupils wide and when you carded your hands through his hair, tugged on the ends and made him see stars, he squeezed at your hand.

❝ I'D GO THE EXTRA MILE TO SEE HER AT MY DOOR ONCE MORE – SUNSET GIRL.

“Take me back to the room,” you whispered, lips brushing against the shell of his ear and it melted any reservations he had left.

“Mmhm,” was all he could manage.

His fingers tangled up with yours as he led you out of the restaurant, both of you laughing low under your breaths at how ridiculous you felt, at how desperate it was. He’d turn to catch you in a kiss at the crosswalks and you’d tug at his bottom lip, drive him crazy, pushing yourselves to the point you were practically running back to the hotel.

And when you finally fell in through the door at your room, fingers scrambling to tug your dress up over your head, throwing his shirt off to the floor, Steve made you fall apart again and again until long after the ocean swallowed the sun.

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[mashtatosworld]

i've been feeling so "let's not fall in love - bigbang" lately and UGHH i would k*ll if you make yet another jiyong x reader angsty fic with the same vibe of the song omgg lawrrdd,,,

your angst is top notch i swear

the one that got away

summary: in which you had met at a crossroads

warnings: implied age-gap, mentions of alcohol, angstyyyy

He still comes to get you.

Even now... even though it was supposed to be casual between you.

The car is already waiting outside by the time you stumble out of the club, cool air biting at your bare legs. You had expected one of his staff, maybe an assistant or a driver. But when the door swings open, it’s him in the driver’s seat.

Jiyong.

Slouched slightly, hood pulled up, fingers drumming against the wheel. The faint neon glow from the streetlights spills into the car, casting soft shadows across his face, highlighting the tight set of his jaw.

He’s in pyjamas.

A loose Prada set, the ones he always wore around the house. An old hoodie stretched over top, like he had just yanked it on before heading out. His hair is tousled, sticking up slightly - as though he had been tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep.

Because of you.

You bite your lip, suddenly more sober than you were five minutes ago. Guilt washed over you like a cold shower. It was already past midnight and you had known he was waiting for you.

At the start, clubbing had been something you did together. Late nights, trays of shots, wandering hands... Everything had been so intense between you two back then.

But now it became apparent that you and Jiyong had met at a crossing.

He was phasing out that lifestyle whilst you were only just beginning to explore it. Sometimes the years between you felt like a bridge without an end in sight.

Sliding into the passenger seat, you barely have time to close the door before he’s pulling away from the curb, smooth and controlled.

He doesn’t speak.

But you can feel it.

The irritation, the quiet simmer of exhaustion, the tension lining his shoulders. The way he drives with one hand on the wheel, the other clenched around the gear stick.

Still, despite all of it - he came.

"Are we going to yours?" you ask, hesitantly.

His fingers tighten around the wheel.

"Yes. I’m taking you home."

Not your place.

His.

Because that’s where you belong, isn’t it? At least, that’s what he thinks.

And you wonder - when did it change for him?

When did this stop being a game?

When did it stop being careless fun and turn into this - his unwavering, relentless devotion to you? His unwavering, relentless love?

You don’t know when it happened.

Maybe he doesn’t either.

But the realisation settles in your stomach like a stone.

Because Jiyong - he doesn’t just see a future with you.

He wants it.

Late-night tv shows, lazy mornings tangled in sheets, a lingering scent of coffee in the kitchen. A wedding. A home. A family.

And you?

You don’t know what you want. You were young, and free, and admittedly selfish.

But at least you were aware it wasn't fair.

Not fair to let him love you when you can’t promise him anything.

Not fair to let him wait for something that may never come.

Not fair to let him dream while you still don’t know if you ever will.

The rest of the ride is silent.

His hands stay on the wheel.

Yours stay clenched in your lap.

And maybe, in that moment, you already know - this is the last time he’s going to pick you up.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

He wakes up before dawn to cold sheets and an empty space beside him.

He already knows where you are before he even gets out of bed.

Padding quietly down the hall, he finds you in the living room, cross-legged on the floor. The cats are crawling across your lap, purring softly as you absentmindedly run your fingers through their fur.

But you’re not just restless.

You’re saying goodbye.

And he knows it.

Jiyong leans against the doorway, watching you for a long moment. Then, finally -

"What else could I have done?"

His voice is quiet, but it makes you freeze.

You don’t turn around.

You exhale, long and slow, and let your eyes slip shut.

"Not fall in love."

He lets out a sharp breath, almost like a laugh - but there’s no humour in it.

You don’t have to look at him to know he’s already moving, stepping closer, standing beside you. You feel the warmth of his fingers ghosting over the back of your shoulder, hesitant, lingering.

"It’s too late for that."

His voice is barely above a whisper.

"You know I’ll never not be in love with you."

And that’s what makes it worse.

Your throat tightens.

You can’t do this.

"So what does that mean? For us." he asks. "What now?"

He had lay his cards on the table, waiting to call your bluff.

You don’t answer immediately. You just stare down at the floor, hands curling into fists in the fabric of your hoodie.

Then, finally -

"I guess I leave."

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

He lets you go.

You tell yourself it’s for the best.

That you’re doing the right thing.

That you’re giving him the chance to find someone who wants the same things he does.

But the days stretch into weeks, and the bed feels too big. Too empty.

Your phone stays too quiet.

His absence is suffocating.

Everywhere you go, it’s like he’s still there - lingering in the scent of his hoodie in your closet, in the half-empty mug on your counter, in the quiet ache in your chest when you see something you know would make him laugh.

And then -

The headlines hit.

"G-Dragon Enlists for Military Service - Two Years Earlier Than Expected."

You freeze.

You read the words again.

And again.

And again.

Your stomach twists, the ground tilting beneath you.

Because this - this - wasn’t supposed to happen.

You were supposed to have time.

Time to figure it out. Time to make sense of your feelings. Time to -

Fix it.

You were supposed to have the chance to fix it.

To tell him maybe.

To tell him I’m not ready now, but I could be someday.

But now -

Now he’s gone.

And you -

You wonder if you just made the biggest mistake of your life.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

not sure i captured the essence of the song per se but i felt the angst and ran with it

taglist: @petersasteria, @mirahyun , @allthoughtsmindfull , @gdinthehouseee , @infinetlyforgotten , @redhoodedtoad , @kathaelipwse , @lxvemaze , @loveesiren , @sherrayyyyy , @getyoassoutthetrunk

[kaciebello]

Pigeon ball invitation

Masterlist Badger express ★ Blaise Zabini x Hufflepuff! reader (fem) Summary: Teaching Hufflepuff how to dance was not on Blasies to-do list  Warnings: no use of y/n,  Authors note: Haiya! This is a sequel series to the whole delivery one. This one is gonna focus on the boys separately! hope you enjoy it! English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes beforehand. Proofread by me and me only (Ｔ▽Ｔ) word count: 1.1k Song: Box - NCT Dream

Blaise comes from a rich family. Yes, he knows their wealth comes from his mother's multiple husbands. But he was not going to spoil her fun. What was spoiling his however was attending all these balls and events.  And one thing he despised even more was dancing. That's why he was frustrated as we watched the Hufflepuff girl glide on the floor. His head hung low as he watched her trip over her own feet.

Why he even agreed to teach her is beyond him. Maybe she batted her eyelashes at him or promised him a free delivery service. He can't remember.

“How are you this bad? I've seen you balance on a flying broom.” He says rubbing his temples. The girl stops and looks at him with a pout. 

“That's easier.” She argues back.

“ How is balancing on a moving stick easier than moving around a solid ground.” She shrugs unable to answer him. 

Right now, she was contemplating her choice of a teacher. She could have asked any of the boys really, she just wasn't sure anyone could teach her ballroom dancing but Blaise.

“Okay, one more time. And please, try to remember the steps.” He says and waves his wand so that the music plays. The girl just sings and makes her to the dummy that has been her dancing partner for the past 30 minutes.

The first few steps are now engraved in her memory and she has no problem dancing that part. It's the twist that comes after, somehow she always manages to twist her feet together. Just as she did now, in panic she even managed to trip the dummy, making it fall. When Blaise heard the thud he did not even need to turn around.

The girl looks at him with an awkward smile. He wants to say something and express his frustration, but she cuts him off.

“Maybe if I was dancing with a human!” She hurls out before thinking. That stops him in his tracks, she's not wrong. Maybe if he has her dancing with someone she will be less likely to trip them and make them face the floor. Yes, it was like 99% she would, but not 100.

“Nobody is willing to risk their feet-”

“You could.”

“EH?” He stops in his tracks. Once again, she is right. It's starting to get on his nerves. He sighs and makes his way to her.

“Fine. But only once.” He says and the girl nods. He grabs one hand to his and places the other one on her waist. She smiles up at him, making it obvious she finally got what she wanted. Blaise just huffs.

“Don't look at your feet too much.” She looks up at him to argue but just nods when she sees his serious face. With a simple wave of his wrist, the music starts to play and they start to dance. As always the first few steps are done correctly and with no problem. 

He could see the girl was more nervous with every second they got closer to the twist. They got into positions and he listed his arms so she could twirl around. Her skirt flowed a bit. At the last second her feet tangled a bit, but Blaise was prepared. Not wanting to embrace her, and frankly not wanting to dance anymore he quickly stabled her by her waist and continued to dance. Giving her a mere second to comprehend what was happening before she had to follow his lead.

When he looked down he could see her smiling seemingly proud of herself. That prompted a smile on his face too. They continued dancing and when the song was nearing the end, he knew what he had to do.

on the last note, he stopped in his tracks and pulled her closer to her body. She did not even have time to react before he dipped her. Wide eyes met his leisurely smile.

“This was not in the original dance.” She says holding on to him for her dear life. She may be a witch but she is not immune to bruises. He just shrugs. Their faces were so close he could feel her talking before he heard it.

“I guess not.” With that, he straightens them up, but not letting her go just yet.  She just looks at him as he swings them in this makeshift hug.

“That was hard.” She whispers just enough for him to hear. He lets out a laugh that rings throughout the whole ballroom.

“Wait till you have to do in a dress and heels.” He says and takes a few steps away from her. She lets out a whine at his words. He once again laughs. Holding his hand out for her to take. He was well aware he said only once, but he hoped she did not register that and he could impress her more. She takes it, getting into positions again.

A coo is heard throughout the ballroom making them stop in their tracks. Suddenly from one of the open windows,  a dove comes down with a little paper wrapped around his leg.

“A pigeon?” he asks and the girl gives him a dirty look, before reaching into her pocket and giving the dove a treat while taking the note.

“A dove, I use them when someone can't reach me. Or when I need to deliver outside of school.” She explains making him look at her weirdly.

“We have owls?” He says and she just mumbles about it not being her style. An idea popped up in his head. He runs to his bag and quickly scribbles something on a piece of paper. He runs back and hands it to the girl. She looks at him confused and she just flashes his smile.

“I do have a free delivery, no?” he asks and she just sighs and nods taking the note from him. She goes to put it in her pocket but he stops her.

“I need it to reach my mom,” he says and her eyes just widen. Before she can ask he shooks his head and answers her.

“You have about the same foot size, she might have some shoes that would feel nice while dancing.” He says and her eyes widen again.

“How do you know this stuff?” She asks but ties the note to the dove before letting it fly away.

“God forbid man express an ounce of girlish whimsy.” He says rolling his eyes. Before extending his hand to her for another dance. She hesitates but takes it nonetheless.

“With no dipping?”

“With all the dipping honey.”

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[maliaelise6]

Ikepri Disney songs

Okay so I like finding songs of one artist or genre and finding one to dedicate to each ikepri character but I keep struggling trying to come up with ikepri characters connecting to (specifically) Disney love songs. I'm cool with leaving the love songs area but here's what I have so far if anyone wants to suggest songs or changes I'd love to hear it :3

Spoilers obv

Jin: Strangers like me from Tarzan - because I think the theme of him learning how to love and actually accept himself is kinda connected to the song. Also I just love him sm

Chevalier: Evermore from Beauty and The Beast (liveaction) as much as I hate live action, this is so good. It screams Chev. He knows Emma is always gonna come back and he doesn't know why but it makes him happy 🥺

Clavis: I won't say I'm in love from Hercules. Is it my favorite song? Yes. Is he my favorite character? Yes. But its so 'Emma being totally in love without realizing it and feeling horribly conflicted about her feelings because of her duty' coded. This is her song to him 1000%

Leon: a whole new world from Aladin. Man. Play the first chapter of his story if you don't already see it lmao. Mr. "Take my hand and I'll show you a whole new world/life" sounding ass

Yves: kiss the girl from the little mermaid. Just the sweetest boy, man. Licht, Jin, Leon, and Rio are DESPERATELY trying to make him make the first move.

Licht: Thats How You Know from Enchanted. Idrk enchanted very well and I don't know licht very well but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ just silly Yves and nokto trying to get him to make a move

Nokto: a girl worth fighting for from mulan. This is where the "not a love song" problem comes in. I do think that if you take away the actual context you can make a connection between the beginning when all the guys are talking about what they want, that's just him messing with other women, but when things get serious its him realizing he doesn't actually want any of them, and that he has feelings he doesn't truly understand for Emma. Kinda a reach but I've never been one for accuracies in things like this lmao.

Luke: I see the light from tangled. Omg. "All those days, chasing down a daydream. All those years living in a blur. All that time, never truly seeing things the way they were." HIM REALIZING THAT HE SPENT HIS WHOLE LIFE WITH NOTHING BUT REVENGE AND HATRED AND AHHH. HIM CHANGING FOR EMMA. HIS WHOLE LIFE HAS TO CHANGE AND ITS SCARY BUT FOR THE BEST

Rio: so this is love from Cinderella? I really don't know for him tbh

Sariel: ma belle Evangeline from the princess and the frog. Idk it has old lovers vibes and thats what Sariel gives. Maybe it'd fit better for Rio? Idk I'm iffy on this one

Silvio: colors of the wind from pocahontas. Not exactly love but it fits well. Teaching him that value isn't purely monetary.

Keith: another one I really don't know. I love him sm but I really got nothing man. Please recommend something 🙏

Gilbert: once upon a dream from sleeping beauty. HE WANTS HER TO KNOW HIM. HES BEEN DREAMING OF MEETING HER FOR SO LONG. SUCH A 'we might not know each other now but I knew you once in a place so far back in my mind that it escapes me.'

Please give me ideas for Sariel, Keith, and Rio 😭😭

[pinkpinkmermayyy]

So, how would the songs from Tangled happen in the AU?

honestly, I wasn't really planning on having them sing, but the idea of sentinel performing a "father knows best" song makes me want to have them sing.

So Bee sings "When will my life begin" while he's alone in sub-level 50 with his glitch mouse, "Father knows best" is sung by Sentinel when he visits Bee and Bee asks if he can go outside, Bee, the rest of the miners (including Orion and D-16 who joins because Orion does, Elita wouldn't dare sing though lmao), and (a hesitant and embarrassed) Starscream sing "I've Got a Dream" when Starscream and Bee have to interact with the miners before leaving to the surface, "Kingdom Dance" happens when they just arrive at the High Guard Lair, and "I See the Light" is sung by Starscream and Bee as they admire the stars above, the same moment when Starscream gives Bee the sunflower and Bee gives Starscream the scrap brooch.

[lilmisshellfireswritingblog]

Good Luck, Babe Chapter 1: The Prophecy

Pairings: rockstar!Eddie x popstar!reader

Warnings: 18+, angst, regrets

Song Inspiration: The Prophecy by Taylor Swift

Two Years Later, 1989

The dim lights of the stage flicker briefly before the spotlight snaps on, revealing you standing alone at the center with your guitar, heart thudding heavily beneath your ribs. You stood in a long satin gown, hugging your curves perfectly. Your hair was down past your shoulders in gentle waves. Your makeup was perfectly crafted to enhance your features for the camera, a thick layer of maroon lipstick coating your lips. 

You felt like you were going to be sick. 

This wasn’t even your first time performing live. Your agent had gotten you several gigs throughout the Los Angeles area within the past year, causing your status in the music world to change. You were now the rising star. Eddie was the rockstar. 

The performance felt different. Today, you decided to share the song you wrote the day you had ended things with Eddie. Your agent thought it would make you relatable - that even the “most successful women experience heartbreak.” It sounded like a stupid idea but you didn’t question it. You had to follow directions, otherwise this career would lead you nowhere fast. 

The live audience’s applause fades into a sea of anticipation, hushed whispers floating around the venue. A single, pregnant moment of silence stretches and then you strum the first chord. The sound cuts through the air like a whisper only meant for the person listening most closely.

As you open your mouth, your voice is soft at first, laced with a haunting vulnerability that feels almost too raw for this stage. The words are familiar to you, but tonight, the story was theirs.

One, two, one, two, three, four Hand on the throttle Thought I caught lightning in a bottle Oh, but it's gone againAnd it was written I got cursed like Eve got bitten Oh, was it punishment? Pad around when I get home I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope A greater woman wouldn't beg But I looked to the sky and said

The audience hangs on every syllable of the first verse, some nodding along, others lost in the sadness of your words. The pain is palpable in the way you sing. You don’t need to look out at the sea of faces to know that they sense it too—the ache of something that didn’t last, something broken, and something you’ll never truly get over.

You lift your head for a moment, letting the emotion settle in your chest before continuing onto the chorus.

Please I've been on my knees Change the prophecy Don't want moneyJust someone who wants my company Let it once be me Who do I have to speak to About if they can redo the prophecy?

You let the words carry themselves, the melody sweeping over you like a gentle tide, though it’s anything but gentle. The memories flood in—Eddie, with his wild hair and those wide, soulful eyes that always seemed to be a little lost, a little searching, as though they had too much weight for a person to carry. And yet, he did, didn't he? And so did you. Both of you, carrying your own separate burdens, your own separate traumas, trying to find something to hold onto in the aftermath of your shared chaos.

You remembered the nights where you’d be tangled in the sheets, laughing together, sharing kisses that would steal your breath away forever. The days where he would serenade you with some romantic metal song. The nights where his body was on yours and you were lost in the throes of passion that you never wanted to end.

Tears threatened your eyes but you looked up at the lights above you, begging them not to fall as you continued with the second verse. 

Cards on the tableMine play out like fools in a fable, ohIt was sinking in Slow is the quicksandPoison blood from the wound of the pricked handOh, still I dream of him

A slight tremor catches in your voice, but you catch it, steadying yourself as you press forward, no longer letting yourself falter. You continue into the chorus, looking out at the audience before carrying into the bridge. 

And I sound like an infant Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen A greater woman stays cool But I howl like a wolf at the moon And I look unstable Gathered with a coven round a sorceress' table A greater woman has faith But even statues crumble if they're made to wait I'm so afraid I sealed my fate No sign of soulmates I'm just a paperweight in shades of greige Spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay

You continue to strum, repeating the chorus until it lead you right to the end of the song. Your voice softened, almost wavering as you finished the song.

The crowd is silent now, all eyes on you, some captivated by the rawness, others perhaps a little confused by the sadness in your tone. You know they don't know the backstory—not the one that’s still buried beneath your skin, raw and unhealed. They don’t know Eddie. The Eddie you knew, the one who loved you so fiercely, even when it felt like he couldn’t love himself. The Eddie who would hold you close, even when everything was falling apart around you. The Eddie who left. They knew Corroded Coffin Eddie. The face value Eddie that you had gotten to know toward the end of the relationship

The final verse hits and you feel a tightness in your chest as the words spill out, as though you're not singing for the audience anymore, but for the ghost of him you can never quite shake off. 

Hand on the throttle Thought I caught lightning in a bottle, oh But it's gone again Pad around when I get home I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope A greater woman wouldn't beg But I looked to the sky and said, "Please"

The final strum rings through the air, and the silence is deafening. A single beat passes before the crowd erupts into applause. It’s not the usual excitement—the kind that would accompany your faster, more energetic songs—but it’s appreciative, solemn, held in solidarity. They’ve felt what you’ve put into it and it’s more than enough.

You take a steadying breath, give a small nod of gratitude, and step back from the mic, the weight of the song still lingering in your chest like a stone. Waving to the audience, you step off the stage and sprinted into your green room where you then let the waterworks fall.

-------

The camera fades in from black and you stand next to the host, who is smiling at you with that practiced, warm smile, though there’s something cautious in his eyes. His tone is light, but it’s obvious he’s chosen his words carefully.

"That was... that was something, wow," the host begins, his voice full of admiration. "I think a lot of people were expecting something a little more upbeat tonight, but that song you just sang… Wow—that was raw. Deep. What was the inspiration behind it?"

You nod slowly, swallowing down the knot in your throat. It’s hard to talk about something so personal, even now, two years later. You’re not sure what else to say. You smile, but it’s small, and a little sad.

"I wrote it the day I… the day things ended," you begin, your voice steady but quiet, almost like you're speaking to yourself as much as to him. "It wasn’t exactly how we thought it would go, but I guess love never really works out the way we want it to, right? And sometimes, all you really need is just…someone there for you regardless of fame and money…”

The host raises his eyebrows slightly, clearly picking up on the unspoken weight of the words. "I mean, you’ve been through a lot of changes in the past couple of years. Moving from Hawkins to Los Angeles, the breakup, a new career in music. And the last time you performed…well you can say, The Prophecy, well, it’s a departure from what we’re used to hearing from you. Would you say that song represents where you are now?"

You pause, looking down at your hands, fingers still aching from the guitar strings. You don’t lie, but you also don’t quite tell the whole truth. They didn’t need to know the entire story.

"Yeah, I think so," you say, your voice lighter now, almost like you’re trying to convince yourself more than anyone else. "It’s... hard, but I think we all have those moments, right? Moments where things feel like they’re slipping through our fingers and all we can do is look ahead and hope for better and sometimes, that hope seems…hopeless.

The host smiles, though it’s gentle now, understanding in a way you don’t feel like explaining. He placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Well, whatever it means to you, The Prophecy is definitely striking a chord with people. And it’s clear from your performance tonight that you’ve poured a lot into your music. We’ll be keeping an eye on what you do next. I think you have a very successful career ahead of you.”

"Thanks," you say, offering a soft, sincere smile. You turn slightly to the side, pretending for just a moment that you’re not being watched, letting your gaze wander over the crowd again. You don't know what comes next—whether you'll ever be able to let go of the past—but you do know one thing: this is a story you can’t rewrite, no matter how much you want to. 

So you let it be.

Eddie’s POV

Eddie Munson sat in his living room, the lights low, his feet propped up on the coffee table. It was too quiet—he hadn’t expected this much silence tonight, especially not with the world buzzing over your performance. The night was stretching on and he’d been avoiding it for days, weeks, maybe longer. But here he was, leaning forward, eyes fixed on the screen, waiting for you.

He hadn’t heard from you in two years. That day, that awful, quiet moment when everything had shattered between you two—he’d left, he’d walked out, and it had never felt so final. And even now, two years later, when he thought he had it all figured out, when he convinced himself that he was better off being out of your life, he still couldn’t stop caring. He still couldn’t stop wondering what you were doing, how you were feeling, what you thought of him now.

He didn’t want to know, but then again, he couldn’t help it. He never could when it came to you.

He never stopped loving you. 

Tonight, you were performing live. He’d heard the rumors about your new album, heard whispers about how raw it was, how it was a departure from your initial singles. He didn’t want to listen, didn’t want to know what kind of songs you’d written about your new life, your new lovers, your new world. But there was this… gnawing curiosity he couldn’t ignore. So here he was, watching you on TV, his hands clenched tight in his lap.

The lights on the stage dimmed, and the camera panned over the crowd. And there you were.

You were standing alone at the center of the stage, holding your guitar, your hair falling just right over your shoulders, the spotlight casting shadows over your face. Eddie's heart skipped a beat. You looked as beautiful as ever but tonight there was something different. Something... heavy about the way you stood there. He couldn’t put his finger on it. You weren’t smiling the way you usually did, not the way you used to when you'd lock eyes with him in a crowd. This was different.

You strummed the first chord, slow and deliberate. Eddie could hear the way the note rang out, its sound long and lonely in the empty space. It was the kind of music that made your chest tighten, made the room feel smaller, colder.

And then you sang.

His breath caught in his throat. There was a rawness to your voice—something that felt like a plea, but more like a warning.

Please I've been on my knees Change the prophecyDon't want money Just someone who wants my company

Eddie’s heart skipped. The lyrics cut through the air like a blade. There was something painfully familiar about them, and for a moment, he was almost paralyzed by the feeling that this was something written for him. His fingers twitched in his lap, and he leaned forward. What were you saying? Why did it feel like you were speaking directly to him through the TV screen, even after all this time?

He didn’t want to admit it, but he knew. He knew what this song was about.

The moment you’d ended things—the moment you had made the decision to walk away and let him go because it was "better for him”—he could almost hear your thoughts in the song. And now, you were telling the world that love wasn’t enough to save either of you. That it couldn’t have been. He’d been so sure of it then. So certain that giving you what you wanted would protect you from the mess he actually was. 

And now you were telling everyone.

Eddie’s eyes darted to the screen, the tears of frustration and regret gathering in his throat.

Slow is the quicksand Poison blood from the wound of the pricked hand Oh, still I dream of him

He winced. These lines—these words—felt like something from the deepest parts of your soul that was still broken despite the breakup being your idea. He thought leaving you would make everything better, but it hadn’t. The silence after the breakup had been unbearable. And now, two years later, it was still echoing in his mind like a drumbeat that wouldn’t stop.

He should have called that day he left. He should have fought. 

He should have stayed. 

But the worst part? The part that really hurt was how much he could feel the love you’d once had for him in every note you sang. He could hear it in the tenderness of your voice, the way you struggled not to break. You didn’t hate him.

You still loved him.

And that realization, the weight of it, almost knocked him off his feet. How could you still have feelings for him? How could you—after everything he’d done? After he made you feel like you were just on the sidelines. 

Hell, you were his world. This world of music didn’t feel whole without you. It only felt good when you were there, supporting him, loving him…

The song went on, and Eddie couldn’t look away. You sang with so much intensity, every word wrapped up in pain. The Prophecy wasn’t just about what had happened—it was about you begging to change the past. 

But even statues crumble if they're made to waitI'm so afraid I sealed my fateNo sign of soulmatesI'm just a paperweight in shades of greigeSpending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay

The word prophecy hit Eddie like a hammer. He could see you standing there, delivering the song with such conviction, as if you knew the future, as if you had seen it all unfold. Maybe you had. Maybe you’d known all along that you two were always destined to fall apart. 

But Eddie wasn’t sure if he believed that. He wasn’t sure if he could believe that.

He watched as you went through the final verse, your voice trembling at the edges as you sang. Hearing your pain made Eddie feel sick to his stomach. You had probably seen the tabloids, the gossip columns. How could he be so stupid? 

He squeezed his eyes shut. How could I have done that to you? 

Hand on the throttle Thought I caught lightning in a bottle, oh But it's gone again Pad around when I get home I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope A greater woman wouldn't begBut I looked to the sky and said, "Please"

The song wrapped up, the final notes hanging in the air like a heavy mist. Eddie sat in stunned silence, his heart pounding, his palms clammy. The crowd’s applause echoed in his ears, but all he could hear was the song. Your song. You had written this song out of the pain of that day. He just knew. 

Eddie was a wreck. There was no other way to put it.

The interview came next, but Eddie barely heard the host’s questions. He watched you speak, your voice calm but guarded, like you were still protecting a part of yourself. When you talked about the song, about letting go, about the way things had turned out, Eddie’s chest tightened.

He felt the weight of it all—the loss, the love, the regret—all pressing down on him. Letting go… it was clear that you’d done it. And maybe, just maybe, that was the hardest part of all.

He wanted to reach through the screen and tell you—tell you that he’d made a mistake, that he should have fought harder or postponed the tour. That he hadn’t meant to hurt you. That he hadn’t known how badly he was breaking something that was so fragile, so precious.

As the interview wrapped up and the screen went to black, Eddie sat there, completely still. His hands were shaking, his heart raw. 

He had to change things. He had to tell her that he still loved her, even after all this time. 

Here you were, begging someone to change the prophecy and he knew it had to be him. 

He had to fight to change the prophecy.

[unpredictable-probabilities]

🌻 Name a song for every letter of your name/username 🌻

Thank you for the tag, @samsalami66! ^_^ 💖💖

This is obviously gonna be a long post, haha~

U - Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield

N - Notes / Prima Donna from The Phantom of the Opera

P - Puppeteer from EPIC: The Musical

R - Ruthlessness from EPIC: The Musical

E - Electricity from Billy Elliot

D - Devil Take The Hindmost by Andrew Lloyd Webber

I - illicit affairs by Taylor Swift

C - Crazy Little Thing Called Love by Queen

T - Take Me to the World from Evening Primrose

A - Aal Izz Well from 3 Idiots

B - Breakeven by The Script

L - Loser, Baby from Hazbin Hotel

E - exile by Taylor Swift

P - Perfect by Ed Sheeran

R - Razzle Dazzle from Chicago

O - Once Upon a December from Anastasia

B - Buddy's Blues from Follies

A - A Little Priest from Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street

B - Bad Habit by Ben Platt

I - It Takes Two from Into the Woods

L - Last Midnight from Into the Woods

I - In My Dreams from Anastasia

T - The Witch's Rap from Into the Woods

I - I've Got a Dream from Tangled

E - Everything I Need by Skylar Grey

S - Survive from EPIC: The Musical

More difficult than I thought, haha, but I'm glad I was able to remember them all~

Tagging: @cerealmonster15, @emihotaru, @basuralindo, @kamikazequail, @cntrlaltdelete-what, @azulashengrottofan

[bassettmemes]

MY FAVORITE MAGGIE ROGERS SONGS; a sentence meme. ↳ literally just a self-indulgent meme of lyrics from my favorite songs.

"the forest is dark and i'm wide awake, not sleeping."

"the road to my heart is stark, but i'm alive."

"which way would you run if you were looking through my glass eyes?"

"i was born to daylight with twilight tangled in the sky."

"the morning light will warm my tired bones."

"say your heart, it wrote me letters all the time."

"say it sealed them up and with your breath did sign them all away."

"say that your notes, they were no forgery, you meant them every line."

"you could cut my knees and leave me at the door, i'd still pick all your memories off our dusty floor."

"tell me how you are and i'll write a song for every feeling i can't name."

"we abided by the night, but there are darker things than the absence of light."

"we don't have to talk, leave your words in the city with your heavy thoughts."

"silence lays like lace around my mind."

"can you can recall that moment at all when we warmed up way last june?"

"but now I'm sick of the silence."

"the knife of insight tore its way in me."

"don't hit me up if you're feeling down."

"would you believe me now if i told you i got caught up in a wave?"

"would you hear me out if i told you i was terrified for days?"

"i couldn't stop it, tried to slow it all down."

"if you keep reachin' out, then i'll keep coming back."

"do you believe me now that i always had the best intentions, babe?"

"i'm praying to the headlights like i prayed to you."

"roll the windows down, kill the radio, i'd rather hear the wind than hear that song I'm supposed to know."

"you tell me that forever couldn't come too soon, i wanna lose my mind in a hotel room with you."

"all i've ever wanted is to make something fucking last."

"i started out trying to do what's right and lost it all in the middle of the night."

"one of these days, i'm gonna wake up smiling."

"remember the days we used to drive upstate singing indie-rock songs in the car."

"i was all the way in, you were halfway out the door."

"you were an animal making your way up the hill and i was going in for the kill."

"so you think you're on the right track, cruising on the bridge in your gray cadillac."

"you think it's easy? walking on the water like there's stepping stones."

"i'm so sick of dreaming."

"if you think that life without me's like a heart attack, take a long look in the mirror and be good with that."

"i could be your heron blue sky, i could be your white night lullaby."

"the hindsight's been the hardest part."

"cause i remember late september, your silhouette on blue wallpaper."

"you drew the line and pulled me under, but do you ever stop to wonder about me?"

"all of the things we pulled apart, i let it go, it doesn't matter."

"the seasons changed, it broke my heart."

" i will always remember you when we were dancing in the living room."

"i see it now who i was back then, so young and hungry."

"you loved me strong, and you were my friend when the world felt empty."

"i remember sentimental sleepless nights, i set the table, and just waited."

"i would have given every song i've ever written just to spend one day with you."

" when you think of me completely, i hope it doesn't freak you out."

"when you love somebody new, i hope you say it out loud."

[hornkerling]

As you wish, @jadesabre301

My fics for stray gods mostly come in sapphic, particularly Calliope/Persephone because they're so angry and messy and delightful and writing Calliope soothes my inner menace. The first I ever wrote was Kore Enterprises, filling in the missing scene of Persephone visiting Calliope's apartment.

I expore Calliope and Persephone first getting together in Firewater, which probably still has one of the better opening paragraphs I've managed recently.

Calliope is used to Persephone on the edges of things. A cautionary tale for late night drinks and the bluer days of late autumn, when the city parks are full of crows fighting over the night’s scraps amongst raw and jagged trees, their final leaves are just the shed skins of their livelier, younger selves. A fragile song through tiny bones.

I wrote You caught my voice and listened as a response to @kshaar's Earworm, which is such a good drabble istg. Everything they write is incredible, whether for stray gods or dragon age, you should read all of it. But Earworm was the one that had me seeing if I could remember enough Greek to mangle some Sappho. It's also, like most of my fics for these characters, full of extravagant eidolon lore.

I have one Calliope x Grace, Calliope x Persephone, eventual ot3 everyone lives AU called Sing all your questions to sleep, which was quite fun. Comes complete with a rant about The Symposium!

The two fics I'm probably the most proud of, however, are The seed that grows without the sun (complete) and Monsters of the old world (one chapter to go).

Monsters of the old world came about because Hephaestus's fate in the game haunts me. He is one of my favourite Greek gods, and because I'm me I was tangled up on the crip potential of it all, and also the idea of Medusa on a very particular rescue mission. I'm trying to close off the final chapter, but it keeps running away from me because I get caught up in the absolute mess that is Aphrodite's choices re: Venus. But it's nearly done!

Hephaestus is blowing glass the first time he hears about the snake-haired bitch in the compound. It is only training and muscle memory that stops him from swallowing and ruining this body’s throat, and frankly the body is built more for war machines drawn up in CAD than the construction of delicate, physical parts. But Hephaestus has always worked better with a prototype, and while you can take a smith, lock him in a server room with a wall of screens, and he’ll make do, he’s always preferred to bother his captors with these specific, ‘old fashioned’ demands. A workshop. Bronze and coal where they want radium. Glass blowing, when a single wrong move would fuck his lungs beyond repair. Even he’s got to live, and showing the bastards just how much their discards can do is some extra stolen joy. When Hephaestus has to pass on, the higher ups throw the infirmary at him. Why waste an able fighter on the crippled god? Hephaestus’s eidolon tends to lead to injury, and well—that path is a dark one. But he is sure the tales of Medusa’s arrival are something he’s dreamed up in a crucible, and it’s not till he’s in the compound’s refractory and a hooded, writhing figure is shoved into a chair opposite him that he believes it can be true. Medusa stares at him, eyes hectic and flaring in a single, surprised moment before she ducks her head, the snakes around her face extending flickering tongues into the air between them. Chains hold her arms at her sides, and a corporal slams a bowl down, glaring at Hephaestus as the known quantity. “You feed her,” he snaps. “Not like the snakes will get you.” For a moment, Hephaestus and Medusa, two who have not spoken in millennia and rarely even then, meet each other’s eyes in perfect accord, amazed that this child-human thinks snakes are the problem

Seed is...it's about Persephone meeting the woman she would become in the late 1940s. It's one of the most personal stories I have ever written, despite being in a time and place I have not lived.

If you read any of them, read this one.

“—I can help with that.” Chastity wipes sweat from her eyes and blinks at the woman leaning against her gate. She’s seen her around. Hard not to, when there’s only one good place for bread in the village—though if there’s any more rationing or prices go up again, she’ll have to start making that, too, and God only knows where she’ll find the flour.  But that’s future, and presently Chastity has a stocky, slouching stranger smiling at her, and she’s got a spade. And the spade's not covered in rust like the one Chastity found in Sal’s shed. Hers has an edge to it, and Chastity, a married woman for nearly a year and imagining it cutting through the dirt she’s barely managed to scatter, is pretty sure this is what lust feels like. Turns out, Sister Immaculata was wrong.

[crow-crystal]

Song: I've Got A Dream

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Sleepover of Yuu're

Dreams

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    Yuu was currently having a sleepover with Malleus at the Ramshackle dorm. Lilia, Silver, and the loud as ever Sebek having joined as well. Yuu often ranted about shows from their world and even showed Lilia a few songs, so the two had decided to show the others one of the many songs Yuu knew.

"I've always yearned to be a concert pianist!"

Yuu sang, making changes in their voice to make the song more dramatic. Lilia laughed as he did so as well when he sang.

"Like everybody else, I've got a dream,"

Malleus watched with a small smile, Sebek being quiet (for once) as Silver was half awake while the three listened to Lilia and Yuu.

"Can't you see me with a special little lady?"

At the sight of Lilia and Yuu singing that in dramatic voices, the other three couldn't contain their laughter even if they tried.

"Vladimir collects ceramic unicorns"

At this point, they didn't question how Yuu and Lilia randomly pulled out the small unicorns from seemingly nowhere.

"I've got a dream, I just want to see the floating lanterns gleam!"

Lilia sings, perfectly dancing like Repunzel did in the video he'd been shown by Yuu once. Yuu hyping him up as they sing the background lyrics.

"Yes, way down deep inside. I've got a dream!"

The two finish with a dramatic bow, smiling as Malleus and Sebek clap, Silver having somehow not passed during the song. Everyone having given up on trying to find out why Yuu could listen to movies and music from their world and nothing else.

Yea!

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[ladyhyakinth]

Ultimate Reverse 1999 Character & Relationships Playlist (Part 1)

I'm really excited to show you guys what I've been working on for the past hours. I thought that I would only make a short list of songs I think fits the character but my sudden burst of inspiration was so strong that I had to cut my posts into parts due to lagging.

It doesn't necessarily fit their time era or aesthetic or the common songs used in playlists but that's okay. I wanted to focus on their emotions and humanity.

BEHOLD, MY CURATION!

[In order : Character or ship > Song > Comment(s)]

J/Isolde or J & Isolde

"Uptown Girl" by Billy Joel - Classic, fitting, and straight to the point. It has a simple charm of a type of love that can blossom between two different worlds. A working-class J warms the heart of the lonely "uptown" Isolde. 

"Good Intentions" by RINI - This song is almost like an entire Isolde character study through the lens of J if he got to know her. It's giving slow burn, it's giving hurt and comfort. 

Apeiron characters (6, 37, Sophia, etc.)

Note: I highly recommend Bastille for any playlist regarding 6, 37, Sophia, or anyone that belongs to Apeiron. If you did a song roulette of any of their songs IT. WILL. FIT. 

6

“Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land” - fits him and Apeiron in general, especially with his ability to look into the memories from the previous 6’s. 

“Reflection” from Mulan - He may not be a girl or feel the expectations to be a perfect bride, but the overall message of the song fits with his struggles of being 6. 

Sophia 

"Waiting in the Wings" from Tangled the Series - Think about how Sophia struggles fitting in Apeiron despite doing everything for it. The song is basically this. 

"Someday" from the Hunchback of Notre Dame - I like to imagine she’s having a duet or a silent wish with 6. It’s mostly her so it doesn’t count so much of a 6 & Sophia song. 

 6 & 37

“Before You Go” by Lewis Capaldi - 6’s POV. I like to think that these were his thoughts after the event of Vereinsamt and what he feels about 37’s departure. 

"Birds of a Feather" by Billie Elish - 37’s POV. Focuses on the emotional core of 6 & 37's relationship, especially post-Vereinsamt. Specific moments that remind me of this song was when she called Atticus' name on the beach, letters exchanged between them, and when 6 broke into a rare smile when reading 37's adventures from the newspaper. 

37 & Sophia 

"Atlantis" by Seafret - If the whole scene where 37 confronts Manus Vindictae!Sophia was a song, this would be it. 

"Ma Meilleure Enmemie"  by Stromae, Pomme - Fits their relationship post!Vereinsamt. Credits to mallowy from Tiktok.  

[montrealmadison]

I'd love to read a happy snuggly fic about Bitty & Jack.

Number #15 (for Bitty 😉)

thank you for this delightful prompt! whenever i get stuck on where to start with jack and bitty, i always revert to them snuggling. this was a really nice excuse to polish a scene that i've had kicking around my WIP folder forever. hope it's okay that the boys took it in a, shall we say, steamy direction. ❤️

15. zimbits + happy snuggly vibes + I Love You Always Forever by Betty Who for @jadedmandarin81

You’ve got the most unbelievable blue eyes I’ve ever seen You’ve got me almost melting away

Hot morning sun on his shoulders, a big, hot hand on the small of his back, and Bitty has no clue where he is.

He blinks, and—right. His childhood bedroom, sometime after sunrise: lemon-yellow walls, a mess of posters, crisp white curtains hanging limp from the humidity. It can’t be very late, because Coach’s morning shower isn’t whining through the walls yet. July fifth dawns the same every blessed year: Mama having a lie-in, Coach firing up the truck, long lazy days of few words and a blue sky and a beer that Bitty's too young to be drinking. Lord, what he wouldn’t give to be fifteen and at the lake right now, cold water closing over his head. 

He brings himself slowly back to earth by wishing really hard that the Olympic-sized rink behind Michelle Kwan’s paper smile would just sort of… replace the air conditioner they haven’t been able to afford to fix for years. As it stands, he’s fucking hot.

Jack, for all that he’s peaceful in sleep, is not helping. Bitty’s cheek is stuck to his bare chest, his massive thighs are trapping Bitty’s calves, and every inch of bare skin in between is tacky and gross. The Jack of his dreams is so tangled up with the call of the ice that he feels like he should be cold by default. Jack should be white and gray and blue; frosted winter mornings, distant sun, minty breath. The Jack of reality is—well, he’s beautiful, dark sweeping lashes and all that, but he’s just as sweaty as Bitty is and his breath definitely does not smell like mint.

Bitty doesn’t mind.

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He’s still waiting for the other shoe to drop. From the moment they’d locked eyes at baggage claim, this weekend has been the weirdest song and dance: Bitty letting Jack into his life inch by inch, arranging the pieces of his soul for approval. Here’s where I went to high school. Here’s our family dinner table. Here’s my truck bed. Let’s make out. In return, apparently, he gets to have this now: his college hockey captain, on his back in Bitty’s bed, breathing slow and deep and measured with his hand skimming Bitty’s ass. 

That’s my best friend. The thought makes Bitty feel floaty and weird. He knows Jack’s gym schedule and the slant of his real smile and what he eats for breakfast, but he’s only seen him sleep once: the morning of graduation, when they’d climbed up to the roof of Faber and Bitty had woken up on Jack’s shoulder, in the folds of a jacket that smelled like him.

He hadn’t let himself believe, even then, that they might be more. After all, the thing about Jack is that sooner or later he’s always stopped being Jack and turned back into Jack Zimmermann, a living legend in the shape of a teammate. Bitty had pretended it was easy, once, not to lean into the intimacy of knowing just a little more than everyone else. It feels new and exhilarating and dangerous for him to get to see Jack like this now, all pretenses abandoned, one of his wildest fantasies come to life.

Jack chooses that moment to stir, like he can hear Bitty’s thoughts shouting his name. Bitty feels the flush rising in his cheeks, embarrassed that Jack’s caught him staring—but Jack doesn’t seem to mind, just lets out a long satisfied breath through his nose and murmurs, morning-low, “Bittle.”

Lord, but that makes something pop in Bitty’s gut and then fizzle into butterflies. Before last night he’d never even really been kissed before, and now—and now. His senses are overloaded, filled with the flash-fire knowledge that at long last someone else wants this as badly as he does. 

“Jack,” he says, sure that his morning voice must sound squeaky and childish in comparison.

But Jack’s eyes on his face are sleepy dark blue, weighty with something that looks a hell of a lot like approval. Bitty follows the slow roll of Jack’s Adam’s apple so he won’t do something really embarrassing, like explode and die. 

“Bitty,” Jack sighs again. Jesus Christ. There go Bitty’s chances of getting out of this bed alive. “‘S’hot.”

“Yes,” Bitty grumps, but neither of them make a move to separate. That self-satisfied thing flashes through him again. Jack is, apparently, so into this, into him; the bruises to prove it are probably already darkening low on his belly and hips. Being watched this way makes Bitty feel slightly insane, drunk with power.

“I like this,” Jack says. His voice rumbles, far-off thunder. Bitty thinks about flash floods, dams breaking, the crackshot sound of shattering ice. 

“What?”

“Waking up with you.”

There’s the sincerity that’s been driving Bitty wild all weekend. He’s long since mastered the art of lying smoothly through his teeth, but Jack’s graceless honesty punches holes through every pretense he can muster. It’s how Jack got him on his back in the truck bed last night, why they apparently can’t stop talking unless they find other ways to occupy their mouths. Just like that, Bitty's cheeks are in full flame.

“Me too,” he says, too quickly. Jack doesn’t seem to notice. His arms are huge, and Bitty is welcome in them. He feels positively unhinged. He has zero desire to move.

“Do we have to get up?”

“Probably,” Bitty groans, seizing the change of topic with both hands. He thunks his forehead into Jack’s shoulder for emphasis. “Coach’ll be up soon.”

“‘Kay,” says Jack, not moving one blessed inch.

Bitty squirms a little, thrilled. They keep ending up on the same page, wanting the same things. Feeling bold, Bitty mouths over the hot expanse of skin between Jack's shoulder and his neck, loving the way Jack immediately makes that pleased sound deep in his throat. 

"Sorry."

“For—ah." 

Jack honest-to-god moans when Bitty reaches the spot beneath his ear, and that's it: Bitty's deceased. He's gone. He's gonna die right here in his childhood bedroom, and he'll be damn well pleased about it. "Don't be—sorry for what?”

“That it’s not private,” Bitty murmurs. He waves his free hand toward the door, beyond which his parents hopefully believe that Bitty and his good friend Jack are passed out in separate rooms after the (completely tame, very platonic) excitement of last night's festivities. It seems like a tall order even in his head. He's gonna have to spend the next month before he goes back to school being very careful about the thoughts he lets show on his face.

When Bitty flexes his toes against Jack's bare leg under the sheets to prompt an answer, Jack hums a little, turns and drags his nose lightly across Bitty's forehead. "Don’t be sorry,” he says. “Actually, I was thinking about that last night."

"You were? Huh," Bitty says. "Sounds like I didn't do a very good job, then."

Jack gives him a gentle, one-handed shove. "After... uh, well. After that." He blushes so pretty, right over his nose and hot up his cheeks. Bitty kind of wants to eat him whole. "What would you say about coming to visit me?"

Forget what he’d say; Bitty can barely even think about it without going insane. Just the two of them, alone, four soundproof walls and a chance to figure this out for real. "In Providence?"

"Yes,” Jack says. “And we can do, um. More. Of what we did last night.”

Bitty is acutely aware of Jack’s hand, which is now rubbing little circles into his back, and all the other places it was last night, and how much he’d like for it to be in those places again.

“Yes, okay,” he says, too quickly to be polite; Jack is grinning, though, so. Right answer.

"Deal."

Bitty smiles back, megawatt. "Deal."

"First I have to make it home, though," Jack says. "Got a whole kitchen to get ready for you, eh?"

He says get ready like it has multiple meanings, and Bitty gets to pick the one he wants. Despite the heat, he finds himself shivering in anticipation.

"Sounds amazing," Bitty says, definitely not just talking about the kitchen. He shoves Jack back, teasing. This is his best friend and so much more. "Then you better get packin', mister, you got a flight to catch."

When the alarm clock goes off down the hall, Jack rolls out of bed and goes for his bag, sleepy chirps in full effect. Bitty stays put, though, watching. The sun catches just right on the hard planes of Jack’s shoulders, melting winter into spring, and Bitty is okay with losing control.

[made-of-wood]

INTRO*:

*skip to end for tl;dr

Realizing I've quite literally never introduced myself! Hello, I'm made-of-wood, or better known as Karter. My username is a play on the song 'Made of Stone' from The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Which, I'm sure most have noticed, is my special interest <33

shameless promo of my old fic for it

That's my lifetime favorite, and you're likely to always see content for it here! I love all adaptations, my favorite being more of a joke one: Quasimodo D'el Paris. Imagine that one modernized Romeo & Juliet movie, but made for Hunchback of Notre Dame. I could say a lot about HoND/NDdP collectively, but I'll save that for dms! Which feel free to! I am also found in a few discord servers for it.

A word of caution to Fresme shippers (Frollo x Esmerelda): I am not a fan of the ship. I may like content that has Fresme content if it includes Quasimodo in some way, because I'm a complete sucker. I also noticed I've followed a few Fresme accounts, which, again, was mostly for Quasi content or.. you made a post I enjoyed. Either way, I try and keep my personal opinions on the ship to myself. But, please note I lean away from it.

Anyways!

Other fandoms I'm in:

- Dracula media (Mostly Renfields character.)

Surprisingly, majority of my followers come from this fandom! Probably because of the two posts that went popular back when the fandom was thriving (Renfield 2023 bringing it back to life). I try to post about this just as much as HoND. I personally think those two fandoms should have more overlap than they do, so if anyone wants an in to either fandom.. dm me. I will gladly get you into one or the other. The comparisons of Quasimodo and Renfield go crazy.

- HLVRAI

I just got into this pretty recently. I read through Y2KVR fully, fucking loved this too. I haven't reposted much from this, but it's definitely a huge interest!!

- EverymanHYRBID

Another huge interest! For the most part I steer away from the fandom, but this doesn't mean DNI! I love seeing the art and will occasionally repost, I just don't do it as openly.

- Jekyll & Hyde / TGS

I love this media just as much! I haven't been super into it as of recent, but I keep up with it to my best ability. This includes the musical, and the book! I've seen a lot of adaptations of it as well. If you scroll far enough you'll see my posts about it. Specifically Dr. Tom Jackman, my old user. BBC Jekyll.. not everyone's favorite, but certainly was mine for a bit!

- OTHER

I rarely adventure outside these topics, but other things you may spot include Pinocchio media, Electric Dreams, Steven Universe, The Magnus Archives, and Tangled the Series. :D

TL;DR: I have many interests and I'm glad you've taken the time to check my blog out. DM me anytime! I'm always here to talk :)

Have a good day!

[oh-shtars]

I saw your post, so I definitely have a few questions! 😁

What Disney films inspired "Reach For the Stars"?

How does Sueño feel about the other Starboys in the Wishverse? (I've only read a little a bit of info of this AU so far, but I'll catch up soon! 😅)

Does Asha help Suñeo realize that not all humans want the star power?

And lastly, its a funny one: I saw this one post you made about Valentino not liking Suñeo and its hilarious. Because I wrote something similar as a draft for Wish Granted after Star comes down:

WishGranted!Valentino can't stand Star in the beginning and keeps biting Star on the leg when he gets too close to Asha! 😂 WE HAVE THE SAME IDEA! Here's a draft of the interaction:

Star: *gets closer to Asha* Wow, my first human up close! *he grabs both of her hands and smiles as he looks at them* and I got lucky enough to get a beautiful one too! Hehe!

Asha: *eyes widened* W-wait, are you talking about....me?

(Star looks up, but before he can answer, an angry loud bleat interrupts)

"BAAAA! BAAAA! BAAAAA!"

(Both of them look down and see Valentino headbutting Star's leg a few times to make him go away. When that doesn't work, he starts growling as he biting on the star's leg)

Asha: VALENTINO! STOP THAT, RIGHT NOW! You don't where he's been!

Star:...Aw! He's giving me love bites! 😁

Valentino:

This was actually fun to share and ask, so I hope I came up with good stuff! And PLEASE, Take your time answering! I really enjoy reading your stuff! 🙏

RFTS!AU AskBox #2

Hello Rascal!! It’s a pleasure to read and get to know the stuff you come up with too! 💖💖 Thx so much for the asks and I hope you’re satisfied with the information I’m able to give :))

1. What Disney films inspired “Reach for the Stars?”

There’s Tangled, Princess and the Frog, Encanto, Beauty and the Beast, a little of Frozen, and The Owl House. (Ik the last one is not a film but shhhhhhh)

But for Non-Disney inspirations, there’s HTTYD, a bit of the movie Guardians of Ga’hoole, a book series called ‘Wings of Fire,’ and some Rise of the Guardians.

Mostly though, I take what I can get from the Wish Artbook and twist it into my own idea for it. Plus, some songs that I listen to. There might be other movies that inspired me, but these are the ones I could think of for now.

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2. How does Sueño feel about the other Starboys in the Wishverse?

Sueño considers Cielo as one of his closest friends and sees KOW!Aster as that very warm and reliable family member. These two are his main pals, since he warmed up to them first. Wish Granted!Star is a handful buuuut, he’s sweet. He reminds Sueño of his younger self and a bit of home. He misses the Astral Realm a lot :(

Haedus is a bit of a stranger to him for now but he's drawn to him. He'd like to open up and get to know him more. Bonding over some shared trust issues maybe? I think they'd make really good comfort buddies. :))

For Antares, Altan, TGATS!Aster, WRTS!Aster and Castor, Sueño hasn’t interacted with them much but he thinks they’re okay acquaintances he’d be fine interacting with. Just no sudden advances please. He gets all flinchy 😅

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3. Does Asha help Sueño realise that not all humans want his star power?

It’s one of his arcs to learn how not everyone is out to get him. There are some terrible people out there, sure, but don’t let them prevent you from seeing the kindness and light that exists in others :)

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4. Valentino and Starboy’s relationship.

I can see that RFTS! and Wish Granted!Valentino would agree on the same thing then. Headbutt that dumb star >:((

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@chillwildwave

I’m planning to keep the way Magnifico grants wishes that look animated by hand. Similar to how he granted that woman’s wish of being a dressmaker and the admittedly cool-looking scissors and fabric animation.

I’m also taking some inspiration from the song sequence “Almost There” from Princess and the Frog. Basically to explore the concept between dreams and reality. Similar to Tiana, I imagine it that whenever Asha daydreams of what could be, whether it be her own or other people’s desires, it’s in a 2D style animation. The wishes inside the bubbles are also in the 2D style, since it’s more of an abstract and “on-paper’ idea.

Meanwhile, when snapping back to what’s solid and real, it reverts back to 3D animation.

Just something neat that I think would’ve been cool that as more people act on making their dreams a reality by themselves, 3D sequences would become a lot more frequent than 2D ones.

Sueño’s stardust that he uses to make pictures and communicate would look 2D as well while the drawings in Asha’s book would have some small sketches and mini-page-flipping animations of references to past Disney movies. (Especially a reference to the famous ball bouncing practice animation. The basics~ ✨)

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@dangerousflowerpanda

Just to name one for each, it would be these. There’s plenty more but I don’t want to make the answer too long.

Asha:

Sueño:

Magnifico:

Amaya:

(The following questions under this also belong to @dangerousflowerpanda btw)

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2. What is the relationship between Magnifico and Amaya? Are they the typical passionate/evil couple or are they the more typical rich/empty couple?

I kind of don’t understand what you’re trying to ask here, sorry. But to answer it anyway, Amaya and Magnifico genuinely do love each other and find comfort in knowing that they’re not alone in how the world has left them bitter with their own crushed dreams.

However, while Amaya is more self-controlled and calmer, Magnifico is emotionally driven and tends to get carried away when it comes to vengeance. Such so that there are times where the couple don’t always see eye-to-eye and Amaya feeling like there’s a distance growing ever larger between them.

Think of Charity and PT Barnum from “The Greatest Showman” basically, but eviler.

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3. Does Sueño’s powers have any limits because of his younger age?

No, not really. It’s really more on how to control those powers and not have any accidental emotional outbursts. (I guess you can say, a bit similar to Elsa)

He also can’t permanently grant wishes but that’s more of a general star thing. Only Alpha Stars have the granted ability to do that when they earn it.

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4. What is your favorite food? And how would Sueño react when eating it for the first time?

I LOVE a Filipino cuisine that we call ‘Adobo.’ It’s marinated chicken in soy sauce :))

However, Sueño would probably freak at the thought of eating a poor animal. He’d go vegetarian. I think he would just settle for a nice scoop of ‘Cookies and Cream’ ice-cream from me instead. 😅

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5. We know that Sueño doesn’t like closed places and we know how he behaves in those situations. Would Magnifico use Sueño’s fear to manipulate him in some way or would he use another alternative?

Sounds like a very in-character thing for Magnifico to do sooooo, I approve this theory. But you know, if the star is too stubborn and refuses to cooperate even with this method, he could always just threaten the safety of a certain girl to force him to. :)

(Somebody save these poor people from Mag and from me-)

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All of you are so creative with your questions, I can’t thank you guys enough 💖💖🥺