#And hey hey I included a song to end on that will help you “life… eh?” It because for me is Boris getting high w/Potter

[potter-pavlikovsky-popchyk]

listen and think of them pls

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

25 Prose Tips For Writers 🖋️✨ Part 1

Hey there!📚✨

As writers, we all know that feeling when we read a sentence so beautifully crafted that it takes our breath away. We pause, reread it, and marvel at how the author managed to string those words together in such a captivating way. Well, today I'm going to unpack a few secrets to creating that same magic in your own writing. These same tips I use in my writing.

But before I begin, please remember that writing is an art form, and like any art, it's subjective. What sounds beautiful to one person might not resonate with another. The tips I'm about to share are meant to be tools in your writer's toolkit, not rigid rules. Feel free to experiment, play around, and find what works best for your unique voice and style.

Power of Rhythm 🎵

One of the most overlooked aspects of beautiful prose is rhythm. Just like music, writing has a flow and cadence that can make it pleasing to the ear (or mind's ear, in this case). Here are some ways to incorporate rhythm into your writing:

a) Vary your sentence length: Mix short, punchy sentences with longer, flowing ones. This creates a natural ebb and flow that keeps your reader engaged.

Example: "The sun set. Darkness crept in, wrapping the world in its velvet embrace. Stars winked to life, one by one, until the sky was a glittering tapestry of light."

b) Use repetition strategically: Repeating words or phrases can create a hypnotic effect and emphasize important points.

Example: "She walked through the forest, through the shadows, through the whispers of ancient trees. Through it all, she walked with purpose."

c) Pay attention to the stressed syllables: In English, we naturally stress certain syllables in words. Try to end important sentences with stressed syllables for a stronger impact.

Example: "Her heart raced as she approached the door." (Stronger ending) vs. "She approached the door as her heart raced." (Weaker ending)

Paint with Words 🎨

Beautiful prose often creates vivid imagery in the reader's mind. Here are some techniques to help you paint with words:

a) Use specific, concrete details: Instead of general descriptions, zoom in on particular details that bring a scene to life.

Example: Instead of: "The room was messy." Try: "Crumpled papers overflowed from the waste bin, books lay spine-up on every surface, and a half-eaten sandwich peeked out from under a stack of wrinkled clothes."

b) Appeal to all five senses: Don't just describe what things look like. Include smells, sounds, textures, and tastes to create a fully immersive experience.

Example: "The market bustled with life. Colorful fruits glistened in the morning sun, their sweet aroma mingling with the earthy scent of fresh herbs. Vendors called out their wares in sing-song voices, while customers haggled in animated tones. Sarah's fingers brushed against the rough burlap sacks of grain as she passed, and she could almost taste the tang of ripe oranges on her tongue."

c) Use unexpected comparisons: Fresh similes and metaphors can breathe new life into descriptions.

Example: Instead of: "The old man was very thin." Try: "The old man was a whisper of his former self, as if life had slowly erased him, leaving behind only the faintest outline."

Choose Your Words Wisely 📚

Every word in your prose should earn its place. Here are some tips for selecting the right words:

a) Embrace strong verbs: Replace weak verb + adverb combinations with single, powerful verbs.

Example: Instead of: "She walked quickly to the store." Try: "She hurried to the store." or "She dashed to the store."

b) Be specific: Use precise nouns instead of general ones.

Example: Instead of: "She picked up the flower." Try: "She plucked the daisy."

c) Avoid clichés: Clichés can make your writing feel stale. Try to find fresh ways to express common ideas.

Example: Instead of: "It was raining cats and dogs." Try: "The rain fell in sheets, transforming the streets into rushing rivers."

Play with Sound 🎶

The sound of words can contribute greatly to the beauty of your prose. Here are some techniques to make your writing more musical:

a) Alliteration: Repeating initial consonant sounds can create a pleasing effect.

Example: "She sells seashells by the seashore."

b) Assonance: Repeating vowel sounds can add a subtle musicality to your prose.

Example: "The light of the bright sky might ignite a fight."

c) Onomatopoeia: Using words that sound like what they describe can make your writing more immersive.

Example: "The bees buzzed and hummed as they flitted from flower to flower."

Art of Sentence Structure 🏗️

How you structure your sentences can greatly affect the flow and impact of your prose. Here are some tips:

a) Use parallel structure: When listing items or actions, keep the grammatical structure consistent.

Example: "She came, she saw, she conquered."

b) Try periodic sentences: Build suspense by putting the main clause at the end of the sentence.

Example: "Through storm and strife, across oceans and continents, despite all odds and obstacles, they persevered."

c) Experiment with sentence fragments: While not grammatically correct, sentence fragments can be powerful when used intentionally for emphasis or style.

Example: "She stood at the edge of the cliff. Heart racing. Palms sweating. Ready to jump."

Power of White Space ⬜

Sometimes, what you don't say is just as important as what you do. Use paragraph breaks and short sentences to create pauses and emphasize important moments.

Example: "He opened the letter with trembling hands.

Inside, a single word.

'Yes.'"

Read Your Work Aloud 🗣️

One of the best ways to polish your prose is to read it aloud. This helps you catch awkward phrasing, repetitive words, and rhythm issues that you might miss when reading silently.

Edit Ruthlessly ✂️

Beautiful prose often comes from rigorous editing. Don't be afraid to cut words, sentences, or even entire paragraphs if they don't serve the overall beauty and effectiveness of your writing.

Study the Masters 📖

Please! Read widely and pay attention to how your favorite authors craft their prose. Analyze sentences you find particularly beautiful and try to understand what makes them work.

Practice, Practice, Practice 💪

Like any skill, writing beautiful prose takes practice. Set aside time to experiment with different techniques and styles. Try writing exercises focused on specific aspects of prose, like describing a scene using only sound words, or rewriting a simple sentence in ten different ways.

Remember, that developing your prose style is a journey, not a destination. It's okay if your first draft isn't perfect – that's what editing is for! The most important thing is to keep writing, keep experimenting, and keep finding joy in the process.

Here are a few more unique tips to help you on your prose-perfecting journey:

Create a Word Bank 🏦

Keep a notebook or digital file where you collect beautiful words, phrases, or sentences you come across in your reading. This can be a great resource when you're looking for inspiration or the perfect word to complete a sentence.

Use the "Rule of Three" 3️⃣

There's something inherently satisfying about groups of three. Use this to your advantage in your writing, whether it's in listing items, repeating phrases, or structuring your paragraphs.

Example: "The old house groaned, creaked, and whispered its secrets to the night."

Power of Silence 🤫

Sometimes, the most powerful prose comes from what's left unsaid. Use implication and subtext to add depth to your writing.

Example: Instead of: "She was heartbroken when he left." Try: "She stared at his empty chair across the breakfast table, the untouched coffee growing cold."

Play with Perspective 👁️

Experiment with different points of view to find the most impactful way to tell your story. Sometimes, an unexpected perspective can make your prose truly memorable.

Example: Instead of describing a bustling city from a human perspective, try describing it from the point of view of a bird soaring overhead, or a coin passed from hand to hand.

Use Punctuation Creatively 🖋️

While it's important to use punctuation correctly, don't be afraid to bend the rules a little for stylistic effect. Em dashes, ellipses, and even unconventional use of periods can add rhythm and emphasis to your prose.

Example: "She hesitated—heart pounding, palms sweating—then knocked on the door."

Create Contrast 🌓

Juxtapose different elements in your writing to create interest and emphasis. This can be in terms of tone, pacing, or even the literal elements you're describing.

Example: "The delicate butterfly alighted on the rusted barrel of the abandoned tank."

Use Synesthesia 🌈

Synesthesia is a condition where one sensory experience triggers another. While not everyone experiences this, using synesthetic descriptions in your writing can create vivid and unique imagery.

Example: "The violin's melody tasted like honey on her tongue."

Experiment with Sentence Diagrams 📊

Remember those sentence diagrams from school? Try diagramming some of your favorite sentences from literature. This can give you insight into how complex sentences are structured and help you craft your own.

Create a Sensory Tour 🚶‍♀️

When describing a setting, try taking your reader on a sensory tour. Move from one sense to another, creating a full, immersive experience.

Example: "The old bookstore welcomed her with the musty scent of aging paper. Dust motes danced in the shafts of sunlight piercing the high windows. Her fingers trailed over the cracked leather spines as she moved deeper into the stacks, the floorboards creaking a greeting beneath her feet. In the distance, she could hear the soft ticking of an ancient clock and taste the faint bitterness of old coffee in the air."

Use Active Voice (Most of the Time) 🏃‍♂️

While passive voice has its place, active voice generally creates more dynamic and engaging prose. Compare these two sentences:

Passive: "The ball was thrown by the boy." Active: "The boy threw the ball."

Magic of Ordinary Moments ✨

Sometimes, the most beautiful prose comes from describing everyday occurrences in a new light. Challenge yourself to find beauty and meaning in the mundane.

Example: "The kettle's whistle pierced the quiet morning, a clarion call heralding the day's first cup of possibility."

Play with Time ⏳

Experiment with how you present the passage of time in your prose. You can stretch a moment out over several paragraphs or compress years into a single sentence.

Example: "In that heartbeat between his question and her answer, universes were born and died, civilizations rose and fell, and their entire future hung in the balance."

Use Anaphora for Emphasis 🔁

Anaphora is the repetition of a word or phrase at the beginning of successive clauses or sentences. It can create a powerful rhythm and emphasize key points.

Example: "She was the sunrise after the longest night. She was the first bloom of spring after a harsh winter. She was the cool breeze on a sweltering summer day. She was hope personified, walking among us."

Create Word Pictures 🖼️

Try to create images that linger in the reader's mind long after they've finished reading. These don't have to be elaborate – sometimes a simple, unexpected combination of words can be incredibly powerful.

Example: "Her laughter was a flock of birds taking flight."

Use Rhetorical Devices 🎭

Familiarize yourself with rhetorical devices like chiasmus, antithesis, and oxymoron. These can add depth and interest to your prose.

Example of chiasmus: "Ask not what your country can do for you – ask what you can do for your country." - John F. Kennedy

Even the most accomplished authors continue to hone their craft with each new piece they write. Don't be discouraged if your first attempts don't sound exactly like you imagined – keep practicing, keep experimenting, and most importantly, keep writing.

Your unique voice and perspective are what will ultimately make your prose beautiful. These techniques are simply tools to help you express that voice more effectively. Use them, adapt them, or discard them as you see fit. The most important thing is to write in a way that feels authentic to you and brings you joy.

Happy writing, everyone! 🖋️💖📚 - Rin T

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[glowettee]

✧ how to reinvent yourself without deleting everything this summer ✧

hey lovelies!! WELCOME TO SUMMER! so i've been obsessing over this idea of reinvention lately... like literally woke up at 3am last night to jot down notes in my phone because my brain wouldn't stop thinking about it?? summer always feels like this dreamy little pocket of time where anything is possible... where you can try on different versions of yourself between iced matcha lattes and sunset walks.

i know we've all been there... that moment when you're scrolling through pinterest at midnight and suddenly you're like "what if i just... became someone else??" (guilty of creating entire secret boards dedicated to my "french girl era" that never actually happened lmao). but the thing is, completely starting over is exhausting?? and honestly kind of impossible unless you're in a witness protection program??

so this post is for my girls who want that reinvention feeling without the whole dramatic disappearing act. because honestly? the you that exists right now is already pretty magical, we're just gonna help her shine in some new ways.

✧ why gentle reinvention just hits different ✧

i had this realization while reorganizing my bookshelf last week (yes, for the third time this month, don't judge me) the most interesting characters aren't the ones who completely transform overnight. they're the ones who slowly evolve, keeping their essence while discovering new facets of themselves.

like, remember in "emma" when she realizes she's been in love with mr. knightley the whole time?? she didn't become a different person, she just finally understood something that was already there. that's the kind of reinvention i'm talking about: the recognition, not rejection, of who you are.

✧ actually magical reinvention tips that feel like character development ✧

digital presence evolution (without the cringe factor)

• create a finsta where you post the aesthetic you're curious about but not ready to commit to (mine started as dark academia but somehow evolved into cottagecore with a side of astrology memes??)

• change your social media bios to describe who you're becoming, not who you've been

• make an email signature that makes you feel like the main character (mine has a tiny moon emoji that literally no one has commented on but makes me happy every time)

• curate a new spotify playlist with songs that feel like your "becoming" soundtrack (tip: add one new song every morning as a little ritual)

• start ending your texts with a new sign-off or emoji (i switched from "x" to "✨" and now my friends get worried if i don't include the sparkle)

• take selfies from a completely different angle than your usual (overhead instead of straight-on changed my LIFE)

tiny identity shifts that nobody notices but YOU

• give a slightly different name at starbucks, not completely different, just a variation that feels like an alter ego (i use "amelia" which is my middle name and it feels like slipping into another dimension for 5 minutes)

• create a secret signature scent combination by layering two perfumes you already own (vanilla + something citrusy has main character energy, trust me)

• change your handwriting slightly, make your y's loopier or dot your i's differently (sounds so minor but feels so intentional)

• develop a subtle personal symbol and incorporate it places only you would notice (i draw tiny stars on the corners of important journal pages)

• start carrying something unexpected in your bag that represents your new era (i have a tiny rose quartz crystal that literally no one knows about)

• choose a "power color" you don't usually wear and incorporate it somewhere small every day (even just as a hair tie or phone background)

space magic that costs zero dollars

• rearrange your room based on the energy you want to create (bed facing the window changed my sleep quality so much??)

• create a tiny altar/intention space somewhere private with objects that represent who you're becoming

• switch up where you do everyday activities (i started doing my skincare routine by the window instead of the bathroom and it feels like a whole spa moment)

• change the scent of your space. different candles, incense, or even just boiling cinnamon sticks on the stove

• put up photos from a completely different phase of your life than what you usually display

• rearrange your books by color or theme instead of author (my shelf organized by "books that made me cry" vs "books that changed my mind" feels so personal)

• sleep on the opposite side of the bed or with your head where your feet usually go (literally changes your dreams, i swear)

style whispers that feel like screams

• start wearing your hair in a completely new way just one day a week (slicked back bun on tuesdays has become apart of my routine)

• change where you wear your everyday jewelry. ankle bracelet instead of wrist, rings on different fingers

• try "dopamine dressing" where you wear something purely because the color makes you happy, not because it "goes" with anything

• experiment with makeup placement rather than buying new products (blush higher on cheekbones or across nose bridge instead of apples of cheeks feels revolutionary)

• wear the "special occasion" clothes on random weekdays

• try to add one unexpected accessory to elevate basic outfits (a silky scarf tied on your bag handle)

• match your nail color to your current emotional goal rather than your outfit (blues for calm, reds for confidence)

routine alchemy that changes everything

• take a completely different route home, even if it's longer

• switch when you shower AND the temperature (night showers ending with 30 seconds of cold water changed my sleep quality)

• read the last page of a book first before starting it (chaotic energy but changes how you perceive the story)

• change where you sit in every familiar setting... different spot on the couch, different chair at the dining table

• set alarms for weird specific times (9:43 instead of 9:45) so you actually notice them

relationship refreshers that feel magical

• respond to texts with voice memos if you usually type (this transformed my friendship with my long-distance bestie)

• ask people completely different questions than usual ("what made you smile today?" instead of "how was your day?")

• suggest a different type of hangout than your usual (art gallery instead of coffee shop, sunrise instead of brunch)

• share something slightly vulnerable if you're usually private (i told my friend about my secret passion for astrology and now we have the best conversations about it)

• write actual handwritten notes to people instead of texting

• create little rituals with friends that feel special

• be the first to suggest plans if you usually wait for others (this tiny shift literally expanded my social circle overnight)

mindset magic that costs nothing

• choose a new word to eliminate from your vocabulary (i stopped saying "sorry" before asking questions)

• pick a new word to deliberately use more (i've been using "delightful" instead of "cool" and it makes ordinary things feel magical)

• create a secret personal holiday that only you celebrate (i have "manuscript monday" where i work on my secret novel for just 20 minutes)

• start a collection of something weird and specific (i collect interesting sugar packets from cafes and it makes every coffee shop visit feel like a treasure hunt + i get to discover new food brands).

i literally started taking a different route to my morning coffee last month and ended up discovering this tiny bookstore that's now my favorite place?? sometimes the smallest detours lead to the biggest discoveries.

the most interesting people aren't completely different versions of themselves every season. they're just constantly evolving.

xoxo, mindy 🤍

p.s. make sure to rest this summer, you're gonna need it <3

[sorsaky]

Mae x Noa → I See You |Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes| MV

You are stronger and smarter than you think

Hey guys! My new Nomae edit is done! This Edit also includes some manips! If you support this ship, you can also join our NOMAE Discord server! :) Server: https://discord.gg/rezH7fFrKb

Storyline of the video: The story is about showing trust. Mae is essentially the villain, she is on the side of the humans. Proximus has always told Noa that he should not trust the humans. That he will die together with Mae. Despite this, Noa trusts Mae and has fallen in love with her. In the end, she betrays him to stay on the side of the humans, even though it breaks her heart. Noa is shot by her (not fatally) and is captured. Mae feels guilty because Noa is hurt and feels betrayed, yet he still loves her. At the end, Mae helps Noa escape from the humans. They run away together and find a new home with the Eagle Clan, where they can live in peace.

Just to clarify, I don't support bestiality or zoophilia in real life. This edit is purely for fun and creative expression, celebrating the fantasy world these characters belong to. Shipping fictional characters is a common and enjoyable part of fandoms, and if it's acceptable for movies like "Beauty and the Beast," then it's also fine for Noa x Mae!

Program: Sony Vegas Pro 17 Song: I See You (Leona Lewis) - Avatar | EPIC VERSION feat. Melinamusic https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXdXe5_0pFA Time Taken: 1 Week Media: Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kdr5oedn7q8

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

That's How You Know

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1k (lyrics included)

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Spencer finds little ways to tell you how much he loves you.

Square Filled: Club for @acrosstheuniversebingo (deleted bingo)

Author’s Note: this is based on the song "That's How You Know" by Amy Adams from the film "Enchanted"

x

Well, does he leave a little note to tell you You are on his mind? Send you yellow flowers when the sky is gray? Hey

The worst thing about being sick is waking up sick. All you want to do is close your eyes and go back to sleep, but the ache in your face prevents you from focusing on anything but that. You groan and sit up in bed, seeing the other half empty. It’s nine in the morning. Spencer is already at work.

You trudge over to the window and slide open the curtains. Even the weather is doom and gloomy. Gray clouds cover the sky with the promise of a storm coming. It makes everything in the apartment look gray and lifeless. Still, you prefer this to sunshine. You walk to the kitchen where the medicine is, only thinking about numbing your face and going to bed.

You pause when you see the little present that Spencer left for you on the kitchen counter. Bright yellow flowers with a note next to it. Yellow flowers are your favorite. They brighten up every room they’re in. They’re a great way to add a little sunshine to your life.

You walk over to the flowers and smell them even though you can’t really smell anything. Your nose is too clogged up for this, but you enjoy the feel of the petals on your skin.

Baby, 

I’ll be stopping by on my lunch break to check on you. I saw these flowers this morning and thought of you. I love you.

Spencer

It’s just like Spencer always to get the things that remind you of him. You have an entire drawer of shit he’s given you, and this note will go alongside the rest.

Well, does he take you out dancing Just so he can hold you close? Dedicate a song with words Meant just for you? Ooh

You just finished putting on the dress to go out dancing. It’s long and flowy, perfect for swaying to music. This is your first day off in weeks, and you really wanted to go out dancing. Spencer’s idea of a perfect night is to stay in and read, but here he is getting ready to go to the club with you.

“Are you sure you want to go with me? I can call the girls to go out with me instead. I know you hate the club.”

Spencer walks over to you and stands behind you in front of the mirror. He runs his hands down your arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

“You like to go dancing so we’re going dancing. You look gorgeous, by the way.”

You can’t help but grin happily. The club is only a twenty-minute drive and there are already a lot of people here. Spencer splits from you to talk to the DJ who nods once he whispers what he wants. The song ends and the one Spencer requested turns on. It’s your song. The song you danced to privately at your wedding.

The song was never written for you, but when Spencer sings it softly in your ear, it makes you feel like he wrote those words just for you. He slides his hands down your body and sways to the music with you, everyone else disappears so it’s only you two on the dancefloor.

Because he'll wear your favorite color Just so he can match your eyes Plan a private picnic By the fire's glow Oh

“Spencer, where are we going? We’ve been walking for ages,” you giggle.

He made you wear a blindfold from the moment you stepped out of the house until now. You’re not sure where you are or what you’re doing, but you know you’ll be safe because you’re with Spencer. He would never do anything to put you in harm’s way. Still, you want to know the surprise.

“We’re almost there. Just a little more.” It feels like you’re walking on a hill. Your legs slightly burn from the uphill walk, but you know whatever he has planned, it’ll be worth it. “Okay, you can take off your blindfold.”

You rip the fabric from your eyes and gasp at the scene in front of you. Spencer loves date nights. He puts in a lot of effort when it’s his turn to take you out. There’s nothing this man won’t do for you, and he can get away with a lot of things with his FBI badge. He won’t ever use that badge for nefarious reasons but it helps when he wants certain parts of the park blocked off.

Sitting on top of the grassy hill is a picnic that overlooks the city. This spot has a perfect view of the sunset, and the sky has such pretty orange and pink colors. It’s like something out of a romance novel.

“Spencer, I love it,” you gasp.

“Really?”

“Yes!”

You twirl atop the hill and smile at your husband. The glow of the sinking sun reflects off his skin, making him look ethereal. You’re wearing a light purple dress and Spencer is dressed in a suit with a light purple jacket.

“You’re very handsome,” you smile.

It’s Spencer’s turn to blush. No matter how many compliments you give him, his face always reddens. It’s cute. He walks closer to you and wraps his arms around your waist.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers and kisses you.

It’s a little chilly outside but being so close to him is enough to warm you up.

He'll find his own way to tell you With the little things he'll do That's how you know That's how you know he's your love That's how you know he loves you That's how you know it's true

It’s another gloomy day but the flowers Spencer got you are in small vases around the room to give it a bit more color. It’s seven in the morning but you woke up to go to the bathroom earlier. Now you’re lying in bed watching Spencer sleep next to you. He looks so peaceful. You reach out and lightly drag your finger down his cheek. His eyes flutter open and he smiles when he sees you.

“Good morning,” he says in his raspy morning voice.

“Good morning.”

He closes his eyes and moves closer to you, resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I know,” you whisper back. “I love you.”

x

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Yandere Ekko Headcanons?

AHHH LOVE THIS i got an ask about yandere ekko and jinx x reader so this is great practice! it was super fun to write! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

Yandere!Ekko x Reader

song rec: ifhy - tyler the creator feat. pharrell (honestly this goes with the fic so well…officially yan!ekko’s theme song lmao)

cw: attempted murder, abusive behaviour, unhealthy relationships, yandere behaviour

you’re an orphan, just like ekko and so many other zaunites across the nation

it’s a lonely life; people die, get hauled off to stillwater or become hooked on shimmer - you lose more people then you could ever hope to gain as time goes by

so when you hear about the firelights and the rebellion they’re carrying out you find yourself itching to join their cause

all you want is for the people you love to stay with you and not fall to piltover or the eye of zaun

when you reach the commune you’re amazed at what you see; theres so much greenery surrounding you that it takes a minute for you to come to your bearings and realise that, yea, you are in the right places - there’s even a tree! a real, living tree in zaun of all places!

the magic soon wears off and you start to feel out of place, everyone else has their roles, friends and you’re just an interloper with nothing to contribute

you stand around at the entrance, unsure of yourself and ready to turn back around before a man with frosty-blond locs and eyes so big and brown you could sink into them smiles at you

“hey, you look a bit lost, need help?”

you’re starstruck at his kindness and it’s hard to deny that he’s attractive - painfully so

to you, this was the day that solidified that even in the darkest of times there is always hope hiding in the shadows

but for ekko, the moment he laid eyes on you, shrinking in on yourself and cautious, he felt a compulsion deep within his heart that told him to never let you out of his sight again

he wants so badly to help everyone and lead zaun into a brighter future and that includes you above everything else

over time, you become acquainted with many members of the community, they’ve become your family when you thought you would never have one again, but ekko is your favourite, even if it embarrasses you to admit

you two become inseparable; every firelight around knows that wherever ekko goes, they can trust you to be following behind

sure, he gets mad sometimes when he sees you talking to other people

and yeah, he hates the idea of you going anywhere outside of the community on your own

of course, you thought it was unreasonable when he would beat up random men who even dared glance at you

but he knows better than anyone else how dangerous life can be down here - you trust him when he says he’s only looking out for you

when you look into his eyes, you know you’re in the right place

you know you’ve found your home

one day, you wake up and climb down from your bunk just to find a slip of paper under your door

it was a poem, gracefully written and signed from “gekko”

you chuckle at the fact he used the nickname you lovingly teased him with; at the end, he asks to meet at the tree at sunset

you spend ages deliberating on the clothes you should wear and settle on the outfit that he compliments you the most in

it only seems right for what you suspect is a special occasion

you’re nervous on the way to the tree, wondering what could be so important that he had to write a poem of all things

you clap your hands to get his attention and it’s almost comical the way his head shoots up and his body seems to catapult itself from his tense position

“you’re here! didn’t think you’d make it.” it’s odd to see ekko act so skittish in your presence but you brush it off, he works harder than anyone you know and it’s obviously taking its toll

he nods towards his hoverboard and extends his rough hand out to you and you have to work hard to tamp down your budding excitement

you hold onto him as you both step on, squished together from how little space there is, and hold your breath as he takes off for the skyline, away from zaun and all your worries

he’s never let you ride the boards before so your breath is stolen from you as you look around at the vast expanse of the darkening sky in awe

ekko can’t help but smile at the transfixed look on your face - you’re absolutely captivating like this

you stay like this for a while, just gliding above the clouds before he clears his throat

“So, uh, I bet you’ve figured out this isn’t just some impromptu sightseeing trip, hah.”

he’s bashful, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he stares down at the lights below you, and his words come out so tenderly you’re a bit scared at what he could say

in truth, you too had hoped that he had to say was important to your position as a firelight; that maybe this was the time he finally extended an offer for you to fight on the frontlines by his side after all the times he’s denied you despite you proving you were good enough

“you’re not as mysterious as you think, gekko.” you go to punch his arm and he looks up at you in faux anger before you both erupt into laughter

this is what having a family feels like, and you would never trade this feeling for the world

so it takes you off guard when instead of him essentially promoting you, he blurts out the words “i love you so much.”

he rambles on for a lot longer about his undying passion and overwhelming obsession with you and lack of confidence - he’s been meaning to say something for a while now but was too scared…but you tune it all out

your face screws up in confusion - what? he loves you? you turn away from ekko, panicking over what to do or say

you’re caught between a rock and a hard place - you would never, ever want to hurt his feelings but you know better than anyone that you can’t pretend that you feel something for him that you really can’t return

“i’m sorry ekko but i- i don’t think i feel the same way.”

maybe, you hope, this is some weird joke and he’ll take you back down where both of you will laugh at the stupid face you made

it’s eerily silent when you’re so high up where there are no stars to be seen and the moon is still days away from making its appearance

you finally look at him but his eyes are glued to his feet and your heart drops

before you can attempt to console him, his arms dart out and shove you off the hoverboard with so much force you feel like you’re being launched clean off

your stomach turns into a bottomless pit by the time you’ve come to grips with the whiplash that’s hit you, one hand gripping onto the edge of the board with all your might as the rest of your body dangles in the air precariously

shock overcomes you as a single mantra repeats in your mind, the heightened state of pure terror causing your body to go into overdrive: is he really going to kill me?

“ekko! ekko, PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!”

but when you look up at him it’s like you’re facing a stranger; the features you’d come to love are twisted into a crude mockery of all the memories you accumulated from hours of staring at him in adoration, a horrific collage of every single one of his moods, good and bad, pasted onto a canvas you can’t recognise

it’s all so, so wrong you feel like this has to be some sick, twisted nightmare

“so this is who you really are, y/n? bet you only clung onto me because you liked what i could give you, huh.” he snarls, and you flinch back at the pure hate dripping from his voice

his heavy boot stomps down on your fingers and you cry out in pain and in fear of falling to your eventual death

useless pleas and empty promises babble from your mouth, anything to get him to calm down and rethink what he’s about to do

“all i want is for you to love me like i love you, can’t you fucking see that! just say yes and all of this can be over.”

you hesitate and he’s quick to pounce on your moment of weakness

his boot, now the only thing stopping you from plummeting to the rocky ground, eases up and you start to feel yourself slide further down

you feel your heart stop and it’s as if time slows down to nothing but the minute flutter of his eyelashes and the short pants coming from your heaving chest

you can’t help but think of everything leading up to this day, memories running through your mind at warp speed that you may never get to look back on ever again; is this what they meant when they said your life flashes before your eyes?

you waste no time to frantically nod in agreement, your throat hoarse from screaming but pathetic whimpers still managing to slip out here and there

you just don’t want to die

ekko grabs you by your lone, weak arm and hauls you back up onto the board, stabilising your wavering body in his vice-like hold

“let’s go back, ok babe?” he mumbles, sneaking a quick peck on your cheek which you try to dodge but his fierce clutch on your face stops you, digging in harshly in what you recognise as a warning

at any other time you might have thought his voice was romantic but now? now his dulcet tone is tainted and makes you dry heave even if you try your best to stay calm

you silently nod at him as he begins the journey back, peacefully gliding with the cool evening air whipping through his blond locs, chattering on about his day like nothing had happened, like you two were on some date

but you know from the tight latch he has on you and the incessant glances back at your shaking body that he was simply putting on a show of normalcy, as if to say now you copy me

you find the courage to look into his eyes but the home you once sought comfort in is nowhere to be found

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Shakedown, 1979 1997!

(General South Park Headcannons)

A/N: Just some silly little headcannons of our favorite main 3 boys! These are non romantic but I can make romantic ones too if y'all want! Cartman isn't included in this except for little cameos he makes in the other hcs.

Any warnings?: Cartman being Cartman, a lot of swearing (obviously), Cartman is just really antisemitic.

What's on the record player?: 1979; The Smashing Pumpkins

Stan Marsh...

✭Stan and Kyle are super close in height. Like, down to the millimeter. You know how some people get measured against wood beams and there's little marks for each age? Stan and Kyle have one they share in Stan's house. Blue marks are Stan, Green marks are Kyle. He made Kyle keep his hat on when they measured since his hair gave him extra height.

"See? I'm taller!" Kyle grinned triumphantly.

"No way, dumbass. It's just that stupid fucking hair, right Cartman?" Stan looked over at his friends for approval.

Cartman nodded. "Yeah, it's that jewey ass hair, Kyle. It makes you seem taller and your nose seem smaller." Kenny's muffled snickers could be heard through his jacket.

"That isn't true, fatass!"

"Yeah stop making fun of his big nose Cartman, he can't help the fact he looks like his bitchass mom." Stan laughed, and Kyle shoved him.

"Hey! Not cool dude, that's my mom you're talking about!"

"Okay, okay, just push your hair down so we can prove I'm taller."

"No way man."

✭Once he gets older, Stan grows facial hair crazy fast. He has to shave every 2 days, at least. One time his razor broke and he had to wait until he got paid to get a new one. He grew the ugliest mustache known to man and Cartman started calling him Chewbacca. His mom said he looked just like a younger version of his father, and that's when he knew he had to get rid of it soon as possible. He wound up finding a waxing kit and tried to get rid of it that way. Long story short, he wound up with half a mustache and burns all over his upper lip. His mom had to let him use her razor to get rid of the rest of the hair. He refuses to touch any kind of wax now.

✭Listens to bands like Weezer and Blink 182, convinced their songs are made for him. "It's just like my life-" no it isn't. You're just a loser.

✭Not a very athletic guy. He's tried every sport under the sun(his parents made him), they're just not for him. He tried drama club too; hated the acting but liked the tech aspect. He ran spotlight for a few productions but ended up quitting because of how much the other guys made fun of him.

✭He had to play cello when he was younger, and quit the moment he started high school. He still knows a few songs and was pretty good.

✭He's insecure about his thick eyebrows and nose. He has a greek nose and thinks it's a lot larger than it is. Kyle judges him every time he starts talking about it.

"No, it sticks out so much! See?"

"You're joking, right?"

"No, it's so noticeable!"

"Dude. At least yours is straight. Mine is hooked. Hooked. You think I like this fuckin' thing in the middle of my face? Hell no!"

✭Whenever he's pissed at Kyle he ends up complaining to Kenny since he can keep secrets better than Cartman (and because people can never tell what Kenny's saying)

"And then he said 'grow up Stan, it's not too big a deal!' Like he wasn't just hung up about some girl rejecting him- At least me and Wendy actually dated! You know who wants to date him? No one! He's never even had a girlfriend. Yeah, you know that girl from Canada who he talked to online for a whole year before she ghosted him? That was a fake account me and the guys made to troll him. He never realized. And what's funnier is that-"

"Dude, you've been talking for like, ten hours. I need to get to sleep, it's a school night.

"Right. Sorry. But can I just say-"

"Out."

"Alright, I'm leaving. But Kyle's such a dick, he won't even stand up to his mom for me-."

Kenny has to push him out the door and lock it so he can't get back in. Then Stan and Kyle make up a week later and everything goes back to normal.

✭Was actually convinced he had superpowers when he was younger, around 5 or 6. He predicted it would rain once and all of a sudden he thinks he controls the weather. He told the guys and when they called his bluff he got super pissed and made everyone on the playground watch as he used his weather powers to try and make lightning strike. He ended up falling off the monkey bars and he now refuses to go anywhere near them.

Kyle Broflovski...

✭Puberty hit him like a truck. And not in a good way. All of a sudden he's 8 inches taller, growing a ratty mustache, with some of the worst acne and and a voice that cracks like no other. (Cartman makes fun of his voice until his starts cracking too. The hypocrisy is wild.) He was also the first in the group to start puberty. He thought he'd feel so mature and cool but ended up hating it.

✭Thankfully, now that he's taller he can actually play basketball without getting blocked by everyone. He's the tallest in the group, around 6'2 or so.

✭He has prescription glasses but never wears them because he thinks they make him look dorky. They do, but that's only because his mom picked out the thickest frames so they wouldn't break easily. When he's wearing glasses, he looks like Bart Simpson in the episode The Last Temptation of Homer, when he gets all nerdy and shit. Kyle even has the orthopedic shoes to boot.

✭He runs a dnd campaign for him, Stan, Kenny, Tweek, Craig, and Token. He used to invite Cartman but after his millionth tantrum they decided it was better without him. Kyle usually dms and sometimes writes a few of his own oneshots for the gang to do.

"Okay, as you trudge through the jungles of Chult, an animalistic cry pierces the air. Everyone roll an intelligence check!"

"This better not be another one of those dinosaurs," Stan groaned. "I just got mauled by one back there."

"Roll perception and you'll find out!" Kyle replied with a grin. "The tomb isn't far, guys. This should be one of your last encounters."

"Wait, we're not even at the tomb yet?!" Tweek's eyes widened. "We've been in this jungle for days!"

"I told you guys Tomb of Annihilation wasn't going to be an easy adventure." Kyle shrugged, before going back to business. "Okay; Craig and Token: while the rest of your party shrugs it off as just another monster you'd rather not deal with right now, you two recognize the call as a Hydra's- and it sounds hungry."

"A hydra? Dude, we are so fucked!" Stan yelled.

"Those things have like, 20 heads! Oh fuck!" Tweek added. A residual groan was heard around the table as the boys realized the danger they were in.

"This sucks ass, Kyle. How'd you talk us into this adventure? We shoulda done Curse of Strahd..." Token complained.

"Mm hmm!" Kenny agreed, crossing his arms.

"Come on guys, I believe in you! It doesn't even have that many hit points!"

"I hate to admit it, but we could really use Cartman's fireball right now." Craig sighed.

"Hey, we all agreed. He's never invited back. Not after the massacre..." Kyle shuddered.

"You're right. We'll just have to hope Princess Kenny can charm this thing." Stan nodded.

(Little bonus: Stan is a fighter, Token is a warlock, Craig is a ranger, Tweek is a paladin, Kenny doesn't have a main class he likes but mostly plays rogues or bards. Kyle usually plays as a sorcerer when he's not dming and when he's invited Cartman plays a wizard.)

✭Kyle doesn't seem like it but he actually is kind of strong. Yeah he's lanky and uncoordinated, but he can throw a pretty good right hook. He's done boxing for years. Started because he wanted to get Cartman to quit making fun of him. He's pretty fast too- he tried track out in middle and high school. He's good at jumping hurdles because of his long legs.

✭He has braces and the amount of food that gets stuck in them is criminal. He starts carrying around a little compact (the ones with two mirrors) just to make sure his teeth are clean after lunch and Cartman calls him gay for it.

"Wow Kyle, I didn't think you could get any gayer but here we are." Cartman said at lunch as Kyle whipped out a little compact.

"Shut up fatass, I'm just making sure I don't have food in my teeth like you always do."

"Ey! I do NOT have food in my teeth, thankyouverymuch." Cartman crossed his arms in a huff.

"Yeah, cus you're too busy eating everything that gets stuck in your mouth, fatboy." Stan said, Kenny laughing in agreement.

"I already told you, I'm just big boned! You're just jealous that my mom cooks me good food, not that jewey stuff Kyle always has."

"Fuck off Cartman, you'd probably eat that too."

"Yeah, no way dude. I like my food American, thank you very much."

"Dude. That's so racist."

"Oh, I'm sorry, is it racist to want to eat normal, all-American food?

✭Hear me out on this one: He's fluent in brainrot. Says skibidi on the regular, refers to himself as a sigma rizzler, all that shit. Since he has to babysit Ike all the time he's pretty caught up on gen alpha slang (Ike watches skibidi toilet unironically. He makes Kyle watch it with him). He started using it around Cartman who was convinced he made it all up. Him, Stan, and Kenny had a field day with it.

"Dude, that's so skibidi!"

"Kyle. What the fuck are you saying."

"You know, skibdi. Like, the thing on tiktok?"

"Don't tell me you don't speak brainrot, Cartman."

"I- I do too! I just... Didn't understand Kyle with his gay ass voice.

"My voice isn't gay, you gooner!"

"Hey! I'm not the gooner, you are, you... gooner!"

✭He barely ever gets haircuts. When he does, his mom just puts a bowl on his head and cuts it herself. It's part of the reason he started constantly wearing his hat. If you've seen that scene from pen15 where Maya gets her hair cut, it's just like that.

"Mom, you promise you won't go too short this time?"

"Of course bubby! It'll look the same as always, I promise."

"Mom- the clippers-"

"Shh, I know Kyle, just trust mommy."

"But the guard-"

"Trust mommy, Kyle."

"It's not the right one- it's too short-"

"No, it's okay! Trust me, I've done this more times than I can- oh."

"What? Is it bad?"

"Uh- bubby, just remember, you have a very handsome face, and if any of the boys say anything about your hair-"

"Oh, no. It's bad."

"No! No, it's just- it'll take some getting used to."

"Let me see. Where's the mirror?"

"Uh- maybe it's best if you just... Put your hat back on..."

✭He can't talk to girls for shit. Resorts to online chatrooms to try and flirt. Has gotten catfished 13 times. At least 3 of them were Cartman.

"No, Stan, I swear! She's real! Her name's Daisy, and she lives in Florida. She says she really wants to meet me, too! So I saved up for months and sent her 1500 for a first class plane ticket here. Check it out, she's pretty cute, right?"

"...Dude. That's Taylor Swift."

"Again?!"

Kenny McCormick...

✭He's a biter. And I don't even mean in a "ooh so freaky and kinky" way, I mean in a "he once bit Cartman so hard he peed his pants and refused to be within 5 feet of Kenny for a week."

✭When he gets older he ends up growing his hair out into a kind of mullet-wolf cut thing, he looks like Kurt Cobain.

✭He's actually pretty smart. He just doesn't think school is that important for him and doesn't wanna try too hard and get unwanted attention for being smart. Purposely gets Bs and Cs so his friends won't beg him for answers.

✭starts giving himself piercings once he's older. He's too poor to get them from a professional so he just uses old needles and snow to numb the pain. They almost always get infected.

✭Draws penises on his friends homework so they get in trouble when they turn it in.

"Yeah, and then she was all like- Dude!"

"What?"

"Again? Mr. Garrison is gonna collect this any second! You really had to draw a dick on it?"

"Heh, you gotta admit stan, it's pretty funny."

"Shut up fatboy, he drew it on your paper too."

"Wha- hey!"

✭He's a scrappy fighter. If a kid tries to fight him, he's biting, scratching, hair pulling, everything. 9 times out of 10 he wins and the other kid winds up absolutely wrecked. Once head-butted someone so hard he knocked out the kid's teeth. Now nobody fucks with him.

✭He was the only member of Moop who actually stuck with making music after the whole strike. He's the most musically inclined of the main 4. Wrote a few of his own songs but most of the lyrics were about loving boobs and pussy so record companies didn't end up signing him.

✭We all know he plays drums, but he also started learning electric guitar when he started his solo career. Can't sing for shit though (unless it's opera), so he tries using autotune. It just makes him sound worse.

✭He's the only member of the main 4 who's nice to Butters. Not just because he feels guilty he's a loser, but because he actually enjoys hanging out with him and how genuinely nice Butters is. The two are actually pretty good friends, Butters gets his mom to pack him extra food he gives to Kenny so he and Karen don't end up going hungry.

✭Was 100% the kid who taught everyone what sex was. Also brought his dad's nudie mags to school and showed all the guys.

"Gross, dude! What is that?"

"I dunno, I found it in my dad's room. All the girls inside are showing their boobs! Check it out!"

"Eww, why are they so pointy?"

"Because, Kyle, girls boobs start out pointy and then, once they turn 30, they get all saggy, like your mom's."

"Gross, dude! Don't talk about my mom's boobs."

"Yeah, don't talk about Kyle's mom's saggy boobs Cartman."

"Stan!"

"What? I'm defending you!"

"Hey guys, you wanna know how babies are made?"

✭As he gets older he starts to see through all of Eric's bullshit like the other guys, but still supports his ideas more than Stan and Kyle. He doesn't wanna just abandon him.

✭Amazing with kids. Shockingly so. He basically raises Karen on his own, so he knows how how to deal with kids better than the other guys. He tried to start a babysitting business after he realized how much money he could make, but if fell apart after Cartman joined and started to get the kids he babysitted involved in a ponzi scheme.

"Cartman, you did WHAT?"

"Nothing! I just had an idea..."

"Oh god, we're screwed."

"Cartman, WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

"I just thought, if people invested in our business we could get them to keep hiring us, and we can get them to invest by making them give us money in exchange for more money back, and instead of actually giving them our money, we'd just give them other people's money who also invested, and then we'd have infinite money!"

"Cartman you dumbass! You ruined my business! We're bankrupt now!"

"Ohhh, I'm sorry Kenny! I just wanted to get us infinite money! But I guess if you don't need my genius ideas, I'll just start my own babysitting business and steal all your clients. Is that what you want?"

"If it means you'll leave us the fuck alone, then yeah."

A/N: Hope y'all like these hcs! I'll probably make romantic ones soon. I'm already working on some more South Park stuff, I got a few requests I'm really excited to write! Please like, follow, and repost! XX, Starr!

Wordcount:2747

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SPAMTENNA REVIEW (CLEAR DELTARUNE CHAPTER 3 + 4 SPOILERS)

No one asked me for this one. This ones for me.

Yaknow I think its beautiful, we all DROPPED THE ZERO and got with the hero... I'm just trying to warn you all.. Tony will soon brainwash us all to the point where we ask:

"Who's Jevil? I only know Pluey."

Some may be skeptical, "How would they be gay...?" Well I'm glad you asked.. I have NO DOUBT in my mind thats im wrong. (Until another chapter releases and we have to fight one of spamton's exes as if we were scott pilgrim)

I'm gonna list some evidence of these two characters being gay, If thats okay with everyone.

EVIDENCE 1: I'm just gonna say it. The divorce was Spamton's fault.

Going into Chapter 3 is like helping your friend through couples therapy, and after you show up and listen in on their session, you realize that your friend was definitely the problem.

WE (yes, we.) ALL thought that tenna was gonna be irredeemable. The way that spamton talked this guy up made us feel like tenna is someone who kicks puppies on weekends and uses money from their job to donate to organizations that are trying to bring back public hangings.

Then we meet the guy and he just has abandonment issues, yeah SURE he fought two kids but WHO hasn't?? (I surely have!)

In Tenna's battle, if you have one of spamton's equips on, the check dialogue will say this

Spamton wants him DEAD. The kids weren't enough for him he wants to take his life too!

In the scene where Tenna and Spamton interact, spamton says

As someone pointed out, this is REALLY messed up since the entire chapter, Tenna is scared of being thrown out and spamton's just here casually bringing that up

Its like the equivalent of your ex saying "Hey Aquaman how's it hanging! Wanna get back together?" when you told them while you were together that you're deeply afraid of the ocean because both your parents died in a shipwreck with you as the sole survivor of your family

His greed sickens me.. thats all I'm saying..

Don't act like you cared about the kids you sick fuck...

EVIDENCE 2: THE SIMILARITIES

They just have a lot in common in a nutshell. Tenna and Spamton have so many similarities in dialogue its insane...

Theres a lot of things in Chapter 3 to insinuate that they were once business partners, like how the Z room (which you could only get if you REALLY SUCK) was most likely a room for spamton, and about how the glitched out posters were almost definitely of spamton and tenna together making out sloppy style

Another thing that I've seen people point out is that the poster nearby Spamton's dumpster probably had Tenna in it also, but Spamton only ripped the queen part down that blocked him in a drunken rage, probably because he didn't want to see tenna's part

The main biggest similarity that you most likely noticed during your playthrough was the usage of "HEY EVERY !" in a good chunk of songs in deltarune chapter 3. You wanna know who ELSE shares leitmotifs like that..? Toriel and Asgore.

Atleast they have shared custody over one thing..

EVIDENCE 3: THE DIVORCE

We don't know much what went down exactly between them but we do know that they ended off rough.

In the secret boss (or mantle side thing your choice) quest, a digital version of tenna will start talking about spamton

After the phone call, spamton's face became pale, DASHED out of the room, and it seems like Tenna didn't see him after that (not including the divorce court)

Theres two options what could've happened, the likely one was

Gaster just called him: Maybe to just take control again, or to tell him to knock it off with the gay stuff. Maybe gaster's homophobic who knows!

Spamton did this little thing called acting: His ego couldn't handle telling Tenna how to be a big shot, and so he ran away when it was his turn to do his end of the bargain (This probably isnt the case)

Tenna helped Spamton all he could (from what we know) and spamton DINED AND DASHED when it was his turn to help Tenna, when he most likely didn't have any control over himself

I dunno if he could blame gaster when he told Tenna to invest into cryptocurrency though thats a LITTLE bit up in the air

FINAL THOUGHTS:

I dunno about you but thats toxic yaoi if I ever saw it...

YAOI: 8.5/10

TOXIC YAOI: 10/10

[aziraphales-library]

Hiii

Thank you for all of the work everyone has done for this library! It's truly a gift to the fandom and fanfic readers.

I have read almost everything on here regarding to Human AUs, and was wondering if you could recommend more? I really enjoyed Mon Horrible Chéri and Postcards from Paris by ghostrat, also Don’t be late by Ina_Sirena. The jobs don’t have be the same, but general meet cute vibes and fluffiness, slow burn would be a nice bonus!

Thank you again! Have a nice day~

Hey. Here are some fics to add to our #human au, #meet cute, #fluff, and #slow burn tags...

Rainbow Connection by Dragonfire42, QueenOfTheCute (T)

Need some fluff today? Have some fluff! (Btw, puppets are made of fluff!) Aziraphale/Crowley - as PUPPETEERS! “'What’s the show about?” Crowley asked. “Well, it’s about two friends, Mark and Book, who have opposite personalities and live in a magic library and go on story time adventures to teach kids to love reading. Together, they are BookMark. Get it?” Coming from anyone else, Crowley would have found the pitch cheesy. But coming from this kind and fluffy haired puppeteer, he couldn’t help but find it endearing..." This is my first AU human Good Omens story. And in real life, I'm a puppeteer (you can see some of my puppets here @dorkpixie on Instagram and TikTok) - and I'm over the moon excited to use all my random knowledge in writing this! Written for the Good Omens Theatre Bang, inspired by the art by Queen of the Cute (@queenofthecute on Tumblr). Special thank you to @fifthstiel for beta-reading! (Also each chapter title and intro will include a quote from a Muppet song, and I'll link the music video at the end, because everyone's day would be better with a Muppet singing in it!)

So Much Wine, Merry Christmas by DumbGayVampires (T)

In the aptly named South Downs village of Heaven, population 2,222, there is a bookshop. This bookshop, A.Z. Fell and Co., sits proudly on the corner of Main Street and Angel Avenue, and is almost always closed. But if you know who to talk to and what to look for, you may be able to get a special appointment with the man in charge, the eccentric Aziraphale. He’s always dressed like it’s 1949 and good fortune seems to smile upon those who cross his path. His strange ways have made him something of a town celebrity. Rumours swirl about him, is he a time traveller? Is the bookshop a front for something much more insidious? The mystery of Aziraphale has haunted the people of the South Downs for decades. But every year, on Christmas day, the enigma opens wide the doors to his shop and lets visitors take whatever they want, for free. Or at least, that’s what Crowley read in his brief about the man, 60 miles away from his office in London. ----- Aziraphale is an independent book seller, Crowley works for a chain trying to buy his shop, miscommunication and Hallmark movie shenanigans ensue

Trivia Night: A Love Story by MissUnderstoodLyrics (E)

No angst, all fluff and fluffy smut! Crowley just moved to the States and has already been roped into the pub trivia competition for all of the King Street businesses, which they take very seriously. He just wants to work and go home to his cat and his plants, but the promise of free drinks lures him to the first game, where he meets a gorgeous, witty, mischievous angel, and suddenly trivia night doesn't seem quite so bad.

Finding Love in All the Right Places by Mizmak (M)

Aziraphale adores his quiet village life, which is suddenly threatened by the Archer Corporation’s massive luxury resort plan. When their landscape architect, Anthony Crowley, turns up looking for a local guide, Aziraphale agrees to assist the “enemy” as a spy—hoping to thwart him. But it turns out that stopping the destruction of his ideal home might succeed if he and Crowley work together. And Aziraphale might find the love he’s been yearning for along the way.

The Tryst Before Christmas by pilatesandpinot (E)

Best-selling author and audiobook narrator Anthony J. Crowley is determined to not become a one-trilogy wonder. In order to overcome a stubborn stint of writer’s block, he and his loyal agent Muriel pack their bags and head to the seaside town of Tadfield. He hopes that the rolling hills, salt cliffs, his quirky neighbors, and those South Downs vibes will help him find the inspiration he needs. In fact, he might even audition for the town’s production of “A Christmas Carol”. What he doesn’t expect is to act alongside Aziraphale Fell, his neighbor and owner of the bookshop who seems to turn his nose at Crowley and his shenanigans.

Growing on Me by Hermiola (M)

Anthony J. Crowley isn’t up to much these days. In fact, you could almost say his days as a rockstar are pretty much behind him. Rotting in bed all day, with half-written songs plaguing him and no lyrics to speak of, everything points to his career being over for good. That is until Maggie, his manager, claims to have found him the perfect lyricist to get him out of his slump. And what better way to get the creative juices flowing than spending a whole month together in a secluded cottage on the Isle of Skye? Provided Crowley’s attempts at making the man run for the hills aren’t successful… * “You wrote these lyrics,” Crowley repeated just to make sure he’d understood correctly. “The lyrics about sucking dick. You wrote them.” The stranger wrinkled his nose, a blush appearing on his rounded cheeks. “Well, it’s actually meant to be an exploration of taste and touch as a way to connect with another person, as well as a metaphor for–” “Sucking dick,” Crowley completed for him. “Mmh,” the man hummed noncommittally, lips pursed in both annoyance and embarrassment.

- Mod D

[aauroraxia]

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐨

𝐀. 𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐬

*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆ synopsis: While undercover at a club, a man starts flirting with Y/N, unaware that she was dating Armando and he was listening to every word that was being said | warnings: none, suggestive themes at the end of the story | pairings: Armando x black reader | Authors Note: This is kind of like what happened in Bad Boys For life. Based off the results from my recent poll, im supposed to be writing a smut story, so that will be part 2 of this story 😉, enjoy!

❣️ Recommended Song: Agora Hills - Doja Cat

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𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 popped, music blasted, loud cheers. This mission was definitely interesting.

You and the rest of A.M.M.O squad and a couple others were assigned a mission. Go undercover and arrest Jackson Moore, a sneaky drug lord who could only be found in one place:

𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛

You were tasked with getting close to Moore. You had to dress differently, so Moore would think you were attractive. (The third picture in the beginning is what you’re wearing.)

Getting close to a criminal didn’t really bother you, it’s your job, but it damn sure did bother your boyfriend Armando who was also undercover at the club.

He didn’t want you close to any man that wasn’t him, especially not someone dangerous.

He understood it was your job so he was trying to act fine.

After spotting Moore, you walked over to him slowly, swaying your hips seductively. Once you caught his attention he watched you walk over with a wide smirk on his face.

You had in this earpiece so that everyone else undercover with you, including Armando, could hear everything Moore was saying.

“Dayumm, wassup mama“ Jackson said once you reached him.

“Hey!” You said sitting down beside him, placing one hand on his shoulder.

Just hearing you talk to Jackson made Armando’s blood boil. It was agony for him.

Part of him wanted to walk over to you two and stick a gun in Jackson’s mouth, making him regret the 3 words he’d just said, but he knew you had to finish the mission, so he pushed down his urge.

You continued to make small talk with Jackson. One of his arms were wrapped around your shoulder and his other hand was resting on your thigh. He let his guard down. It was time to strike. Things were getting a little too cozy until Marcus and Mike and a few others came walking around Jackson with Sparklers.

“You’re going jail.” Marcus sung in a funny voice, dancing.

“Yeah you going to jail.” Mike added on dancing as well.

Moore looked at them then back at you who was no longer sitting beside him but instead standing in front him holding a gun in his face.

“Miami PD, you’re under arrest!” You shouted. People were rushing out of the club, shocked cops were there.

Thankfully, Moore didn’t try to run, instead he cooperated. As Mike put him in handcuffs and walked him out of the club he look back at you and smirked, making your face heat up.

His smile faded as he walked away, now he had a scared look in his face. You whipped your head around, seeing your now angry boyfriend staring back.

He leaned down, brushing you curls away from you ear, whispering “Espero que hayas disfrutado coqueteando con él, ahora vuelves a casa.”

Armando turned around and walked out the door. You bent down your head, following him out of the door, already knowing what was gonna happen next.

“Dios ayúdame” you whispered running to catch up with your angry boyfriend.

*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆ | Translations:

Chico Celoso - Jealous Boy

Espero que hayas disfrutado coqueteando con él, ahora vuelves a casa - I hope you enjoyed flirting with him, because now you’re coming home

Dios ayúdame - God help me

[pilfappreciator]

Did another oopsie and accidentally deleted another ask (*bangs head on table*) BUT HOPEFULLY THE LOVELY ANON WHO SENT IT SEES THIS!!

DADZONE & Child! Reader: John Dory

Includes: GN! Reader, Child! Reader, Adopted! Reader, accidental DILF John Dory, slight angst

TW: mention of spiders and body horror near the end (nothing too graphic but just in case)

🥽 This man doesn't trust himself enough not to fuck up another meaningful relationship ://

🥽 Personally, how I see it, becoming a father is probably the last thing on JD's to-do list. I mean he's definitely got the skills (being the oldest of five and having to raise his brothers means he's picked up a few things), and I like to think that it's something he longs for deep down, but considering how BADLY he fumbled with his brothers the last time they were all in the same room...

🥽 So yeah. In theory would be SO down to start a family of his own, but in practice?? He is EXTREMELY hesitant

🥽 THAT BEING SAID!! Chances are he probably found you as an egg

🥽 He was out one day, hiking out in the forest or exploring coastal coves or rock climbing, when all of a sudden he just… stumbles across an egg. Just sitting there in a patch of moss or nestled into a log

🥽 Ends up taking the egg with him back to Ronda, but not before an actual HOUR of confused staring? Distressed pacing back and forth?? Panicked rambling all the while???

🥽 (the fact that Ronda tried to eat the egg upon his return doesn't help at all)

🥽 John Dory spends the next month or so visiting nearby troll villages and asking anyone who crosses his path "Hey man did you drop this? 😬"

🥽 In the end he decides to take you in himself. Partly because he's gotten tired of all the looks other trolls keep giving him for trying to force an egg into their hands, and also because he… may have grown attached to said egg in the past few weeks. I mean by the end of day 3 he'd already given you a name so you know he's screwed ahsjkakaa

🥽 He tells himself he's taking you in because it's what any good citizen would do (He is a lair. He is 100% doing it for himself)

🥽 The day you hatch is LITERALLY one of the best days of his life? Like he's just making himself some dinner and suddenly he hears crackling coming from his hair?? And then there's babbling???

🥽 This man is going about his day with you nestled in his hair (basically the troll equivalent to carrying a baby on your hip lol). He's choppin trees, foraging for food, and driving his armadillo van all while he's got an actual egg sitting on his head. Absolutely talks to you the whole time, too. He has no idea if you can actually hear him but like.. this man spent the last 20 years all alone in the woods, okay, his ass is lonely :((

🥽 Yknow that thing parents do where they hold up headphones to a woman's womb and play Mozart or whatever to make the baby "smarter" or some shit?? Yeah that's JD. He's doing the same thing to his egg

🥽 no Mozart tho ONLY BROZONE 😤😤 HIS BABY HAS GOTTA HAVE GOOD TASTE AND NOTHING LESS

🥽 If he's really feeling himself then he'll sing the songs himself. And then proceed to give unprompted lore behind the lyrics and the songs "true meaning" (songs include Brozone classics such as Baby Boy Got My Heart In A Headlock Boy and Baby Baby Love You Like A Pizza But Hate You Like There's Pineapple On It Babe)

🥽 "holy crap YOU'RE SO SMALL—"

🥽 UGLY CRYING HOLDING YOU IN THE CROOK OF HIS ARM CARESSING YOUR SOFT LITTLE FACE WITH HIS FINGER

🥽 Will die if you reach for him with your tiny baby hands or just smile up at him

🥽 He's still gonna carry you around in his hair while he goes about his day and stuff ngl. Like for him, it's a signature of your guys' bond and you bet your ass he's gonna be milking it for as long as he can (definitely dreads the day you become too big/old for it)

🥽 Most definitely tries to teach you survival skills as soon as possible. He's teaching you how to fish, he's demonstrating how to start a fire with the bare essentials, he's letting you DRIVE RONDA—

🥽 "It's an important skill to have, champ, trust me!"

"...but I'm only five."

"Never too early for a learner's permit!"

🥽 Defnitely tries to reel in that controlling/perfectionist mindset of his, at least for your sake. The last thing he wants is a repeat of what went down with his brothers. As a result he's probably more lenient when you get into trouble or do something wrong

🥽 Fr tho like... you'll accidentally(?) cause an explosion and his ass will be standing, hands on his hips like "I'm not mad, just disappointed 🤨"

🥽 You thought you were getting spoon fed Brozone content as an egg?? Well congrats on being born cuz now you're getting served Brozone content for BREAKFAST 👏 DINNER 👏 AND 👏 LUNCH

🥽 JDs most definitely the type of guy to break into song whenever he's doing the most mundane of tasks (laundry, cooking, cleaning, etc), and yes he fully expects you to join in and know all the lyrics helloooo?? You've basically been raised on Brozone songs at this point like cmon, don't leave him hanging!

🥽 FR THO!! If you grow up to be a Brozone stan, he's never gonna be more proud of himself <33

🥽 This man definitely has a physical collection of every song/album/cover his band has ever done (I'm mean this is the same guy who kept his brothers underwear in a frame for 20 years so ://). He treats every CD, record, cassette tape, etc. like the priceless artifacts they are and YES, HES GONNA PASS THEM ONTO YOU LIKE THEYR FAMILIY HEIRLOOMS DID YOU EXPECT ANY LESS

🥽 If you grow up to lean more towards a different genre of music or Brozone just doesn't end up being your cup of tea... JDs gonna be a lil devastating ngl

🥽 Pls assure him that he has not failed as a father

🥽 Jokes aside tho! I feel like despite his wounded ego, JD will at least TRY to see your point of view. I mean he's definitely gonna be a bit of a grandpa about it—

*while the two of you are listening to your favorite song*

"I mean, I GUESS it's okay... not nearly as lyrically genius as Brozone's hit single: Baby Girl Ur Sweet Like A Milkshake Girl But I'm Lactose Intolerant Baby 🙄"

"Dad. Please shut up."

—but rest assured that he WILL support you and your music taste <33

🥽 You want merch of your favorite band/artist? No worries he's (stealing it right off the shelf) got money to pay for it! Is there a new album about to drop? He's (breaking into a store in the middle of night like a rabid racoon) patiently waiting in line just to buy it for you! You wanna go to a concert? He's using Ronda to (break speed limits, run people over, disobey every known traffic rule) get good parking at the venue!!

🥽 SPEAKING OF CONCERTS!! I feel like he'd be able to offer solid advice on the do's and don'ts of attending a concert. Like... my guy was in a popular band back in the day and he knows first hand how outta hand concerts can get. He has SEEN some shit ajskskaka

🥽 JD definitely has a photo album full of pictures from back in the day. Some of them are snapshots of him and the rest of Brozone, but a majority of the pictures are just of him and his family— away from the stage and cameras. Just him and his brothers and grandma Rosiepuff too...

🥽 He remembers the exact moment every picture was taken, and he'll tell you every bit of context. Birthday, pranks gone wrong, holidays, first day of school— there's a snapshot for just about every milestone. All you have to do is ask and JD is more than happy to relay every childhood anecdote he can remember

🥽 It gets to the point where you eventually know just about everything about your uncles... WHO YOU HAVE NEVER EVEN MET YET AKSKSKAKAK

🥽 It's definitely something that freaks them out once you finally DO meet them

🥽 Like you'll have a conversation with Clay and they'll be like "yeah I'm not a big fan of spiders haha" and you just go "Oh that makes sense considering you used to have vivid nightmares about them crawling under your skin and tickling you to death" and Clay's just like "how the fuck did you know that????"

🥽 "Dude stop telling your kid everything about us"

"I haven't seen you guys in 20 years! I just wanted them to feel close to their uncles ;(("

"THEY DONT NEED TO KNOW ABOUT HOW I USED TO PICK MY NOSE WHEN I WAS SEVEN"

🥽 John Dory, Older Brother Who Overshares About His Younger Siblings my beloved <33

Ermmm yeahhhh this was originally gonna be one big post including ALL the brothers... but then I started writing for JD and got carries away... so yeah this ask is gonna have to be a multi-parter AJSJSJAKKA SORRY ANON I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF 🤥

NEXT PARTS ARE IN THE WORKS!!

Bruce | Clay | Floyd | Branch

[caraetdeul]

A Bouquet of Breakdowns

Choi Seungcheol x fem!reader

Sometimes, life is a bride that just gives a whole ass bouquet of problems in one throw.

TW: breakdowns, stressed reader

a/n: hi so this is more of a self-indulgent fic. I've been so stressed lately and I may have inserted my own situation in this fic in a very detailed way too much, so sorry bout that. But other than that, hopefully everything's good at your end of the screen but if not, hopefully this fic will help you in any way possible. Enjoy reading caratdeuls!

~Main Masterlist~

I’ve got a pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine

I got a love and I know that its all mine, oh oh

Do what you want but yo—

Seungcheol groaned, trying to reach out for his phone on his nightstand in his sleepy state. Letting you change his ringtone to this song may be a mutual decision for the sake of comedic timing but right now, all he wants is to just throw his phone out the window.

“Whoever decided that 2 o’clock in the morning was a good time to call was definitely gonna taste the wrath of a sleep deprived Cheo—”

“Oh thank God you answered!”

He paused for a second, his brain trying to comprehend the urgency in your brother’s voice. Once his brain caught up to the moment, he sat up immediately.

“What do you mean, Chan?”

“I’ve been trying to call noona for 30 minutes now and she’s still not answering her phone. I’m panicking right now hyung. I don’t know what to do!” Cheol can already hear Chan’s pacing from his end of the line and knew that he was already at the brink of a panic attack.

“Hey, hey, hey calm down for a bit. What do you mean you’ve been calling your sister for a while now? Isn’t she in her room probably sleeping right now?”

“That’s the thing! She isn’t! I went in her room to borrow something from her but when I entered, she wasn’t there! Oh god, this can’t be happening right now.”

“Okay, breathe Chan. I’ll go help find her. Do you have any idea where she might have gone to?”

He heard Chan take a deep breath before answering slightly more calmly than before, “Try the park behind the church. I do remember her telling me something about the garden there and how she goes there sometimes.”

“Okay, thanks Chan.” Cheol stood up, immediately searching the vicinity for a shirt and his wallet and keys.

“Wait, I’m coming with you.” He can already hear a door slam shut before Chan even finished his sentence.

“No, stay there in case she comes back. I’ve got this.” The call went silent for a bit and Cheol can feel his hesitance to follow his instructions. But even then, Chan knew he was right and can only sigh in agreement.

“Okay, fine. Just call me back once you find her, please.”

“I will, don’t worry.”

“Thank you, hyung. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“No worries, Chan. I’ll do anything for the both of you.”

Once the call ended, Cheol rushed to his car, praying to every single higher being he can remember at the moment that you were alright. He wasn’t really shocked with how your brother reacted to your sudden disappearance. Ever since you were children, all he could remember was how you took care of your little brother all by yourself. Your parents were always too busy for the both of you thus, you were left with all the responsibilities in your home including being a parent for your own brother. Because of this, Chan decided that he was gonna be your protector in any way that he can be. So it was no shock that he would react this way.

It took him around 15 minutes before he reached the town’s church. He parked the car by the sidewalk before walking towards the back of the church where the park is found. Chan didn’t really specify the garden that you mentioned but he had a slight clue as to what it might have been. You were always fond of the hydrangeas that bloomed at this time of the year. He can remember how pretty you looked under the light of the sunset as you explained how hydrangeas can grow in groups but still retain a unique beauty for each flower. He then remembered how you further sprouted random facts about them and all he’s thinking about is how much he loves your nerdy side.

Walking through the park, he tries calling out your name but there were no response. As he neared the garden hidden at the very end of the park, he can slightly hear a melody being played from a phone. Once he got closer to the sound, he sighed in relief when he clearly heard the lyrics to your favorite song. It was only then that he realized how stiff his whole body was from panic, only relaxing when he sees your form lying on the grass and watching the stars above. He sent a text to your brother to let him know you’re safe. As soon as he received a text back, he walked towards your direction, careful not to spook you too much.

“You do know that phones are made primarily for texting and calling, right?” You immediately turned to the direction of the sound, scared for your life. But once you see your boyfriend’s face, you relaxed your hold on your pepper spray and took a deep breath to calm your nerves down.

“What the hell, Choi? You scared the shit out of me.”

“Well to be fair, you scared me first what with you disappearing in the middle of the night and not even telling anyone about it.”

“Okay, fair. Sorry about that.” You sheepishly smiled at him in an attempt to look apologetic as he lies down next to you.

“Apology accepted.” Cheol stretched out his arm to you, letting you cuddle up to him, “but i can’t promise any forgiveness from your brother any time soon. He was about to burn the whole house down in panic trying to find you.”

“Oh god.” Cheol chuckled at your response. He can already hear the gears in your head running and trying to find an acceptable peace offering for your brother. For a few minutes he let you dwell in your thoughts, knowing all too well that you’ve already moved past that and now deciding on whether or not you would share the whole reason why you’re out here at this time of night.

“So,” Cheol started, “want to talk about it?”

You hummed. Biting your lips, you said the first thing that came into your mind, “I don’t really know where to start.”

“That’s okay. Take your time. We’ve got all night.” His hold on you tightened for a bit, letting you know that he’s there for you no matter what. You don’t know what you did to deserve him but you thank God so much that he let you two meet because you don’t know how you will ever survive this world without him in your life.

“I’m overwhelmed,” you sighed shakily, “everything is too much and I can’t even relax properly. I…”

Cheol scrunched his eyebrows in confusion when you didn’t continue your train of thought only to hear you sniffling and feel your body shake a bit from trying not to cry.

“Its okay, love. Let it out.”

And then the dam broke.

You told him how your work was piling up and everything was just so stressful. You also told him about the disappointment you felt when your workmates left you all alone while struggling to meet a deadline on time when they promised you that they will help. In short, you have vomited every single slight inconvenience and big event in your life that happened in the course of a few days to your boyfriend. Your sweet and caring boyfriend who’s listening intently to every single word you’re saying.

By the time you were done, the sun was beginning to rise. You can hear the sounds of the nature around you waking up as Seungcheol wipes your tears and hug you tightly. You can feel him kiss your hair, stroking it in an attempt to ground you. You both stayed like that for a few more minutes before Cheol made you both sit up to face each other.

“You do know you can share anything with me, right?” He cupped your face with his hands, forcing you to look into his sincere eyes.

“Yeah, I know.”

“So the next time you feel like this, will you please go straight to me?”

You felt your lips quiver due to the intense sincerity that you felt from his words. You observed his face, memorizing every detail and imprinting them into your brain.

“I will.”

Taglist: @moonwonuu @belladaises

Seuncheol smiled in relief before hugging you once again, pulling your head to rest on his chest as he enveloped you with his arms. Maybe you’ll have a hard time letting him be a shoulder for you to cry on but he vows to you and to himself that he will be there to catch you whenever you fall.

[hunters-vigil]

The Archon's Baby - Chapter 9 - Rising Tensions - Enter Capitano

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request from ao3: Make one where they have a child but the female character doesn't tell Mavuika that she is expecting a child and distances herself from Mavuika please 🙏🙏

warnings: pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, traveller uses they/them pronouns, arguing, mentions of death, poor descriptions of fighting.

Fic under the cut, don't repost my stuff on other platforms, i have ao3. Reader is not the traveller. Reader's adoptive sisters are Chasca and Chuychu.

Eventually, the team who were sent out to fight in the Night Warden Wars returned. All but one. Kachina, who had fallen in battle, would need to revived by the Rite of Ressurection. Everyone else seemed calm, but you couldn't help but frown. Kachina was a child, who had gone to war and died. She would be resurrected and celebrated, which you were glad for, but still, you worried about how traumatic the situation may have been for her.

"Oh hey, it's been a while! How are you doing?" Paimon's voice caught Mualani's attention, along with the Traveller's and Kinich's, as the floating silver creature spotted you already seated waiting for the Rite of Ressurection, and celebration of the Night Warden Wars victory to begin.

"Trying my best. Heard you guys were at the People of the Springs when the attack happened, I'm glad everyone made it out okay, including Atea. I heard she was injured." You smiled softly, cradling the waterskin that Chuychu was insisting you keep drinking water from throughout the ceremony.

"Speaking of Atea, I have something I need to give you from her when everything is over." Mualani interjected, looking over you carefully for any clues, but she couldn't figure out what Atea knew. She also didn't spot how Mavuika was watching you all from her throne. A part of the pyro archon wishing you could be sat with her... but it would be safer for you down there, with Chuychu nearby, and the toilets too...

"Warriors of Natlan - heed the call of life. We are the inheritors of memory and legend. Those who grew alongside sun and wind. Those who forged our own destiny and future. That is Natlan's fire, the lifeblood of our nation." Ntotila declared, as Mavuika headed towards the sacred flame to retrieve Kachina. Her hair setting alight as she disappeared into the flames, making your stomach churn.

Closing your eyes, you held your hand over your heart as everyone began to sing the Ode of Ressurection.

The song eventually ended, but Mavuika returned alone?

"I could not find Kachina within the Night Kingdom, or locate her Ancient Name." Mavuika announced, much to everyone's confusion, including her own. People began to shout, accusations were made, while you rubbed at your temples, a headache brewing.

"I can't listen to these jealous idiots. And they're supposed to be adults." You grumbled, standing up to walk away.

"Are you okay?" The Traveller looked worried, spotting how Mavuika's eyes lingered on the group as Mualani argued with the two idiots trying to suggest Kachina was not a hero.

"Think about it everyone. Who do you think is really at fault here? A girl who never should've even gone to war... Or the great pyro archon? Why would the rules of our nation suddenly stop working?" Tepexpan's accusation had you freezing in place, anger washing over you. Blasphemy...

"Maybe you should all shut up and realise it's probably the abyss interfering? Accusing Kachina and Mavuika will get you nowhere. Jumping to those blasphemous conclusions will get no nowhere. Get your heads of of your asses and use your brains for once." Your voice was louder than you expected, storming away before anyone could retort to your sharp words. Or you calling Mavuika anything but 'archon'.

Mavuika watched you storm away, her eyes flickering to behind her as the Sacred Flame seemed to react to your anger, growing a little bit bigger and a little brighter until you were out of sight.

Luckily, Mualani continued to stand up for Kachina, your words to fall into the background, brushed over.

"That's enough. There is no doubt about today's victory, or Kachina's part in it. She is a hero worthy of our admiration and celebration. However, the failure of today's ceremony is undeniable. Kachina has not been rekindled, and I offer you all my deepest apologies as I continue to investigate this matter..."

Mavuika's voice tapered off as you returned to her chambers, curling up with the blankets over your head. Your head hurt, and now you had probably just embarrased your girlfriend and your sisters with your outburst.

You missed Mavuika putting Tepexpan and Tamuin in their place, but the sound of multiple pairs of footsteps entering the Speaker's Chambers caught your attention, causing you to hide further under the blankets.

You recognised all of the voices. Mavuika. Paimon. The Traveller. Mualani. Kinich. Iansan. Chasca...

Luckily, you couldn't make out exactly what they were saying. Meaning you couldn't hear Chasca agree to go in person to the Night Kingdom with the others to retrieve Kachina.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Atea was wounded in the fight against the abyss. She wanted us to give this to you... it 'embodies fond memories and my strength of will' that's what she asked us to tell you, she said you'd understand what that means," Mualani held out Atea's talisman, "and she has something for your sister, Chasca, but I don' t know where she went-"

Chasca huffed at that, looking directly at Mavuika, who was luckily distracted by the talisman.

"I didn't think this day would come so soon. The flames of her life force, I can feel them flowing through the talisman. If things were different, the two of us could have enjoyed the hot springs together while she gave this to me in person. We're supposed to be 'hot spring buddies' after all..." Mavuika held back her emotion, especially with the warning glare on Chasca's face, "but don't worry. This talisman means a great deal to me. I'll take good care of it, and once this is all over, I'll pay Atea a visit. I can also sort out Atea's other wish..." Mavuika's eyes briefly glanced over at the door that led to her personal chambers, knowing that was where you were.

"Of course. Because the only person who knows her better than her sisters is her archon." Chasca folded her arms, pretending to be happy about what had just been said. Luckily the conversation ended after that, with only Iansan and Kinich remaining by the archon's side.

///

Mavuika ushered Iansan and Kinich out, asking them to wait for her near the Sacred Flame, while she headed into her chambers, with Atea's gift for you in her hands.

"My love?" her hand gently rested on your shoulder, your entire body hidden under the blanket, but she knew you were awake.

"I'm sorry."

"There is nothing for you to apologise for. The general public cannot know the truth, but them questioning the integrity of our heroes... I understand your outburst. I wish I could remain here instead of my duty, but unfortunately I cannot. Mualani brought something for you, from Atea... her request was that you should open it in private." Mavuika explained, watching as you removed the blanket from your face to look at her.

Pressing a kiss to your forehead, Mavuika headed to leave, watching as you took the package into your lap with a confused look on your face.

"I love you." Mavuika called out as her hand lingered on the doorknob, observing how your eyes were glassy but the smile on your face reached them.

"I love you too."

///

You were reading the letter Atea addressed to you when you heard a large explosion coming from the stadium. Leaving the package on the bed, you forwent shoes, hurrying out and past civillians who looked at you in confusion in your beeline towards the arena.

Mavuika was fighting the First Fatui Harbinger. The Captain.

"You shouldn't be here." Kinich immediately kept you behind him and Iansan, the backlashing winds from the pyro and cryo attacks whipping around the stadium.

"What does he want? Besides the gnosis? Wait, is she using your claymore?" You looked at Kinich, grimacing as said claymore was destroyed in the battle. Yeah Mavuika was getting an earful from Xilonen for that...

"Watch out!" Kinich grumbled as the three of you were pushed backwards by the wind of another explosion. Luckily, before the three of you could get blown about any further, a fog suddenly appearing to steal the injured harbinger away. Mavuika stood alone in the areantil Kinich and Iansan arrived by her side, the two keeping you behind them.

"Send word. The Captain and his followers must be apprehended." Mavuika ordered to the Flower-Feather Clan member, Yagbeu. He looked from his archon, to you, then ran to fulfill his task. The patrols of your tribe may be a line of defense for the abyss, but now it would be patrolling against the Fatui too.

"Are you alright, archon?" Iansan asked hurriedly, as Mavuika chuckled.

"He was a formidable opponent - exactly what I would expect of the First of the Fatui Harbingers." Her face soon shifted to worry as she spotted the dust in your hair, "are you unharmed? Let me get you a medic-"

"I've got her." Chuychu interjected, stealing you away before Kinich and Iansan could ask questions about Mavuika fawning over you.

"What are you doing-"

"I should be asking you that! I need to go chase after our older sister, so I'm leaving you with Mayahuel. You're still in the danger zone of the first trimester!"

"Pregnancy itself is a danger zone." You hissed back at your elder sister, who left you in the hands of Mayahuel. The doctor from the Mastesr of the Night-Wind took you away with a comforting smile, and a nod to Chuychu.

"My dear... where are your shoes?" Mayahuel raised a nonjudgemental eyebrow as you flustered, realising they were under the archon's bed. You couldn't exactly tell the doctor that.

/// Meanwhile...

"Oh, you have a younger sister?" Paimon turned to Chasca with intrigue, "wait, Mualani, you said something about a sister-"

"I have two younger sisters. I'll introduce you to them sometime." Chasca thought back to you at the stadium, and Chuychu, who she had a sneaking suspicion was also at the Scions of the Canopy, "let's get back to business. Wayna, how do we use the stone?"

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You were fine, but the declaration to rest made you want to scream internally. You'd spent so much time hiding (living) in Mavuika's chambers, and now you needed to do it even more. Chuychu could only keep your parents at bay for so long, and with how often Chasca avoided going home... you had definitely broken a record. How had they not come to the stadium and dragged you back by now? They didn't even know about your pregnancy... oh you felt like a horrible daughter...

Walking into the Speaker's Chambers, you froze as you realised Mavuika was there, with Iansan.

"Um... hello." Your voice waivered, looking between the two Ancient Name bearers nervously.

[sunsetbois]

The Art of Playing Wifey - Discarded Scene

Blooper Chapter - ala You are fucked (!) - part of the "The art of playing Wifey" series further down the line but just a draft that I decided nah but I aint a tease so here :)

I still stand by that my writing is shit because this was to be included in chapter 2 but I need to branch it out more for my ideas of doing variant linked chapters (i.e. read main chap and then sep chapters specifically for each variant if you get me?)

Word Count: 5,510

Warnings: smut.

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"Eat shit husband"

Mohawk Mark’s grin stretches wider at your voice, thinking fina-fucking-ly, finally you speak. He loves it. Adores it. Even the sarcasm, the venom, the thinly veiled terror—it’s music compared to the silence. He wouldn't have scouted a children's play area like a dickhead for anyone else. Petty, made him look like an ass? sounded like you.

Because only you would lead him on a wild goose chase because of course you had to put up a fight. Okay fair, he was also cutting through people like a hot knife through butter but that was life baby, he came with a job to do afterall- one that included fucking up this dimension because he wasn't stupid, he knew what Angstrom was reallllly asking, but he didn't give a fuck about the plan after his end was done. Those assholes lost fair and square- weak enough to get distracted and take their eyes off the prize. This dimension's silver lining- you.

He laughs, taking the straight up no with stride. not really.

"Oooh, feisty~ I like that." He doesn’t deny the accusation. Hell, he revels in it. Because yes. Yes, he is the creepy, mentally unstable guy who could rip a skyscraper apart with his bare hands. And yes, he does plan on putting a ring on it and taking you home. Where you belonged. But you're already moving—backing away carefully, using your invisibility like a clutch- your only leg up so to speak. And for a moment, just a moment, Mohawk lets you think you're winning. Letting you believe you're in control.

"Mentally unstable? Sure. Creepy? Maybe. But hey. at least I’m honest about it. Can’t say the same for Omni or Viltrumite Boy. Man, those assholes pretend they’re noble." He had to make a point. "I don’t give a fuck about nobility. I want you. And baby I always get what I want." He takes a slow, deliberate saunter forward—toward the direction her voice came from. Guesswork. Instinct. But dangerously close. He was getting the hang of this.

He falls into a ballpit- unfitting for an image of chaos and superiority, where he really thought she would be. The little bitch had pulled the rug again. He couldnt help but let out an unamused chuckle, hands that have flipped houses and not for a profit, crushed the plastic balls down as feet strong enough to punt mountains like a fucking football crushed the annoying plastic obstacles to stand at full height.

Not fast enough.

Carpets left footprints...

The carpets were his play, much like he planned to play with you when he could fianlly get his hands on your slippery ass. Chasing ghosts had not been on his list of expectations since taking the deal, but here he was pawing the air like a dumbass, waddling through a fucking ballpit thinking he had saw something move- oh. the netting moved. Maybe?

"Babe this is ridiculous, c'mon stop making me hunt you" He complains, bordering on impatient.

You may be able to vanish like a damn ghost, but he was becoming reckless. the last time he felt this riled up, he had let some really bad shit happen.

Maybe.

"Make it worth your while~" he tries to tempt in a sing song tone.

"Just stop playing ghost and come out here already!" he shook the netting roughly, nothing.

he checks the slide, thinking he heard something at the bottom- he doesn't think, just dives with a premature "Gotcha!" like the cat that got the cream, except you weren't fucking at the bottom waiting for him like he wanted. he lets out a growl, getting up. "Alright, playing hard are we? guess I'll just have to step it up- maybe get..." His gaze wanders the room. "some reinforcements? I didn't want to but those assholes are wayyyyy worse than me baby" He said, knowing you would not want to see any of them, not after last week.

"Sinny talked about what he was gonna do if he got you and babe? it was not pretty, Omni almost took a leg off" A truth. "and I'm sure I saw a few of them losing their minds- it's pretty pathetic really? You don't wanna be with pathetic, right? do ya babe?"

Mohawk hears the little disgusted and mildly horrified 'yuck'.

"Yuck? Oh baby, they are gonna have a fuckin' field day when I tell them that" He snickers because he knew full well he wouldn't be telling the others jack-shit. "orrrrrrrrrr they might just look extra hard. Who knows? maybe they will find you before I can again, but hey ho! you don't want my help, right?"

There you were. he heard you now. in the corner.... this whole time? the voice came from the stools near the entrance- nowhere near the children's jungle gym that had seen better days.

But were you or were you just playing him like a fool again? that's where he knew he would draw the line as soon as he had you back with him- there would be no more going invisible, no more hiding, no nothing when he figured out how to stop you doing it.

Yowza! he sees you now. it seems your powers did need a rest period. because there you were- back to him, very stupid but blinking in and out like a dying battery. he held his disgusting whistle at the shape of your very naked back- to the very delightful dip leading to.... oh you would be the death of him, more so when he gets you on something not a hideous orange and blue.

"Is there an option where you all fuck off?" You say, assuming he was still prowling around. That was one thing you didn't mind so much now- you could make them think you were in places you weren't. You had gotten a little lazy, a little used to just watching them get cocky, make an ass of themselves pawing at air like a zombie. Mostly it worked and you got a rest and a little laugh, other times were more... intense. Lenseless had decidedly been the worse that you had hidden from, he just sounded very happy when he thought he heard you, you had gotten a load out of him without even asking. That one liked to talk. Omni was the only one who didn't resort to tearing shit apart in the hopes of spooking her out of hiding, but still.

He laughs, properly laughs like you had just told him a long winded punchline.

"You crack me up, but no, we aint fucking off until the job is done sweetheart"

 He catches the grimace you try hard to hide behind the palm keeping your head upright, and his grin widens—like he’s just been dared to escalate. He doesn’t miss a beat, doesn’t flinch at your bitterness. In fact, he leans into it, soaking it up like fuel.

"Don't call me sweetheart" You remark. If you hadn't been caught yet again- what was with this? he always pretended you were his indefinitely, but you always found a way to run off, hide, divert.. It was almost as if the smarmy prick was letting you run off just for funsies.

"What else you want called? Honey? sweetie? baby of mine"

"My name is fine" Not this again. and so soon? like he was trying to impose himself. They didn't know each other and i felt like you were the only one acknowledging that.

He is closer now- enjoying the slow burn. He could have just pounced, but where was the fun in that? instead he let the cold dread wash over you just like his hands had washed over your bare shoulders and his mouth met the shell of your ear. "Alright, y/n, for now- but I swear you'll grow to love my little endearments for your sweet ass." He'd play nice.

Fuck. your shoulders tensed up, flickering weakly in and out. You really should have taken the rest when you were safe. Just like the other times he had caught you, he kept a hold of you, chiding you to stay before he swiped some of his blood across your back- an insurance that you would not be able to wipe off easily and so he could see you should you feel brave again to lead him to chase. No this time, he played the gentleman- sort of. Fiddling with the bars, machinery behind the counter area and in front of your position on the stool. The old you, loved this powdered sugary crap he was sniffing and dumping into one of the many abandoned mugs still sitting in a weird ass cupboard, like who stores items this low? Mohawk did not consider height, the tall prick.

After almost getting scolded in the face with a kettle gone awry- no way the machines would be clean or the milk in date- oh well. A wattery hot chocolate is slid over the bar following a lazy grin as he watches.

"What?"

He leans his chin on his palm as he watches you from the bar top- practically draping himself across it to breathe her personal space.

"Well? aren't you gonna try it?"

Ah. That was what he was looking for. you glance down at the brown liquid and prey he didn't fuck it up. you hadn't had a hot drink since this fucking war.

"Fine- fine" you took a sip, the taste was awful. You fought a gag and put it down. "Don't suppose they have coffee left? I'm not drinking this"

He frowns expecting to hear something more along the lines of 'the best damn drink i've ever tasted so good I just have to suck your dick' afterall it wasn't as if there was much food or drink left after they left their touch. It was scarce.

His dick twitched with a faint pulse, but he knew you weren't quite there yet.

"Mh I mean I could go look, but whats in it for me?" He pretends to mull over.

Fine, fine, capitalism at it's finest even during the war it is. Eager not to bargain too high when you didn't have to. they had all done a shitty job of hiding their curiosity, even if it was small. "You want me to talk to you, right? ill talk if you make me a decent coffee. not this wattery chocolate crap"

"I mean you don't have to talk to me babe, I'm happy just lookin' at the view." He couldn't help but counter- eyes roaming a it too much for her liking. he could have brought clothes, but didn't.

There it was, something for nothing.

"Stop that"

Stop turned into bargaining, you insisting at one point- you didn't want a drink anymore and him now pushing back with, it's just a little kiss. It would have went on longer had you not just leaned over and kissed him just to shut him up yet knowing he would interpret it differently, evidently so when his hands shot up almost on instinct to trap your hair in his fingers and returned what was supposed to just be a cursory kiss you'd give to an elderly relative into something else entirely. His tongue was quick to swipe past her lips and past her slowly closing teeth, not fast enough. Mouth filled with tongue and he was gulping down her breathe like it was oxygen.

Touching your cheek, thumb rubbing just below where your mouths met like he was feeling silk. Lost in the moment as if all was right in the world. His world for sure. he was leaning painfully over to keep it going, nose bumping into yours to change the angle.

Sloppy, wet and tasting like shit decisions, he tasted like nicotine, and something....

before you would admit to almost not minding it, he pulled back. Shit eatting grin on display as he licked the mixed saliva from his lip like he relished her cringe.

and.. before you could ruin the moment, he's quick to take the mug with a cheeky. "Coffee it is"

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The next time he came 'around' so much as spooked you good, it had been wash, rinse, repeat. Except this time he was evidently getting better at figuring your 'spots' he had fought creatures with similar abilities in the past, but he didn't want you to end up like they had just because he makes one wrong aim.

He can tell you are weighing your options yet again. Here we go. he liked this part. You would soon come to realize there was only so far you could go- but no where you could truly hide. Hell he was doing you a favor by not telling the others where you were, okay maybe it benefited him a little, but he knew you knew. He knew in the way that his little threat of revealing her previous locations to the others was something she was trying to avoid like the plague, the less the better and he thought so too, justtttt not in the exact same way you had in mind.

It could be worse, you could have ended up "playing" a onesided game of tag with the lenseless maniac. no, you weren't eager for that, but Mohawk was similar in a way that unsettled you deeply. of course they were versions of Mark Grayson- the boy you vaguely remembered lending you his hoodie in detention that one time so yeah... you knew nothing, nothing about the main source of this ongoing nonsense. you hardly knew him, but here you were putting jagged pieces together as you went. they were similar and yet different. Where you could count on their heritage being similar- freakish and entirely alien in the way they held back, the way they behaved.

It wasn't quite as bad being brought a... shittily made hot chocolate- better this time compared to the slop last time. but this was not a date, not even a hang out- he was playing with you. or had to be. he kept coming back despite hinting that he would be taking you for 'realsies' soon. Quite scary, honestly.

He watched the brief flashes of annoyance and a weird considering look he hadn't seen before as he toyed with your hair on the couch- he gave you credit for getting creative again. He almost didn't think to check your old place after the first day you weren't there, but now you were. he'd seen it before at least not on you- the other you, all the damn time. Usually he caught a glimpse of that look he knew so well when he would flip the script so to speak- the very kind that made the other you second guess, a lot. he loved having the other you on edge when you were still around and kicking it so to speak. He would have to be more careful this time around, he knew your talents in espionage if that's what he remembered you calling it had shaped you. He wasn't a complete tool not to consider that you were just waiting- trying to figure him and them by extention out. Perhaps collecting whatever they slipped up on with the intentions of keeping it for the right ears... ears that would likely be eradicated considering he had kept the others out of the loop- on edge whenever he let you go, never giving the dickheads a clue that he was locked the fuck in and they were locked the fuck out.

It all came down to Angstrom. Mohawk didn't give a shit how many fingers, limbs, vertebrae he had to snap, when that late prick would eventually show his face and meet the consequences for not being at the meeting point as per plans- he had to get to the brainy prick first.

"Okay so, are you gonna tell me whats going on? or do I need to guess?" Having to guess your future was the first thing on your mind since all of this, since the dread of what you had heard threatened to come to fruition. Would come to fruition at some point. and he was just lazily relaxing like it was a Sunday. You couldn't help but feel a little powerless. the world had gone to shit in the space of just shy of over a week.

"You wanna know what's going on huh? Mhh, like what babe?"

"Well, you keep threatening to take me away yet it's not happened yet-"

"Ah that- yeah, still in the works, but you'll enjoy my dimension." just like that he launches into his world, describing it like it was yesterday.

"And they trust you to run over things?" he could tollerate a little insult here and there.

"Well ofcourse, it's hard work babe, gotta have the guy who can crack planets in half- only the strongest gets to ascend, you know?" He brags.

"Ah so a tyrant?"

"Mhhh well kinda sorta- depends which side you are on babe, we take no prisoners" because they killed anyone before they could be defined as a prisoner. The strongest prevail and shit.

"Sounds smart"

"Is someone warming up to me?"

"I'm about as warm on you as the desert sun at night." where you saw only cold- he saw the the dying embers. Were you just trying to lead him on?

"That'll change, you'll see." He says not even hiding the amused murmur in his lull. "if the other you liked me, you can too- she used to love calling me by my title, really liked it when I-"

"When you? what? I take it you pulled the same bullshit like you are doing now with me? I bet she was scared of you-"

"Scared of what I'd do to that pussy perhaps" He counters with a grin dripping in sleaze. "but nah, the other you liked that I had power- hell even begged me to spare her world"

"Ahh so stockholm syndrome it is"

He laughs because that was just such a you thing to say.

"Tell yourself what you want babe, but she saw my grand picture, hell I made her happy enough to blow me in front of negotiations." It was wilddd" a slight lie, not that he wanted you to know.

The wrinkled look of disgust on your face was enough for him to pinch your cheek with a small "Aww, don't give me that face- you'll be happy too"

"Are you for real? she sounds stupid to just fall at your feet" A subtle dig. You were not the picture he was painting of the other you, that as for sure. Survival? sure, you could understand the other you, but not forgive the other you for getting involved with him because now the so called Tyrant/s plural had gone looking for a replacement which now fucked up your world. They had taken away your purpose- there was no use in spying when half of your clientele had gone dead silent in a matter of a day since the war happened.

"She didn't fall at my feet exactly" He leads, rubbing your hip when he noticed you lost in your thoughts again, when you should have been focused on him.

"She wasn't stupid babe, she was smart. Too smart"

"But you? I have a feeling you will be just nice for me, I mean look around- there aint anything left here to call a home or a life- face it baby, I am your only feasible choice here. those others? not good"

"So yeah can't blame a guy for wanting first servings" He just had to ruin it again.

"What makes you so sure I will go along with this?" and you just had to tempt fate. Silly bitch.

"Because- I think" his fingers walked along the jumper of your arm until you swatted him away. Ah still needs a little warming up huh?

"I can make your time with me way better than this shit heap" There was always a little but "If only you would allow yourself to see that"

"I am not a child"

"Only a child would refuse whats best for them"

"Says the guy half-assing an invasion, I know you assholes have decimated the place but really? got nothing better to do than wait for your get away who I've noticed doesn't appear to be coming"

"youch. Tell me how you really feel" Oh he was loving this. Best idea ever. Let the others go bananas trying to find you.

He asked for it, so you delivered.

"and don't kid yourself. You are about as charming as a burnt down orphanage"

Wow. Mohawk almost took that as a compliment.

He couldnt help but want to rile you up a little, your disrespect growing on him more than he admited. He really couldn't help himself. You were at your old place, half on his lap like he used to do with the other you. Looking around, it was scary how similar the decor was, even down to the one red book you always seemed to have to have at the corner at the bookshelf in the corner- very you.

"Flattering, but I prefer Conqueror. Sounds sexier when you scream it later." There it was again, that sleazy grin again. You wanted to slap it off because there was no way in hell you were calling this guy a conqueror.

"Not happening"

He bites back, "You really aint scared of me are you?"

"Says the toilet brush that demolished oh i dunno, most of the population- I should be scared- I should be terrified"

He liked your sass, just not that little comment prsumably about his do. You'd come around.

"But you aint, deep down you know you are safe with me" yet his fingers quoted 'safe' like a little jokey joke you were not to know about.

"Definitely bold enough to insult my hair, which by the way I've been told is devastatingly sexy by my concubines"

Ah. Concubines. great. wait. why the fuck was he chasing you down if he already had a gaggle of concubines at his boot and call? There he was again, throwing her for another loop and proving his increasingly growing status of delusional with extra steps. except this was very real and despite your quiet insults, and hypothesis (plural), this man could hurt you if he wanted to, much like the skyscrapers you swore you saw him get bitch slapped into like the steel structures were paper mache, aside from the three storie house he fucking threw.

Yeah. maybe you should be paying more attention.

"Keyword, the concubines told you that" you say to what sounded like a boat load of over-compensating and maybe a mix of 'if I tell the emperor what I really think of his shitty haircut, things might end bad for me' you could see that going down well- about as as well as a shit stuffed pinata party.

"Only you would tell me that- relax babe, aren't you enjoying our little cutesy date?"

No. It was a shit date by any standards, too underwhelming to even be called a date. Still, it could have been worse- he could've chased you down rough terrain or through one of the few uncollapsed buildings that Sinister and Viltrumite hadn't leveled during the chase.

"It's alright, could have picked a better place, not so.. beaten up?"

He was content to sit and mainly talk your ear off- trying to pry a reply from you like pulling teeth. he could wait.

Part offended, he raised an eyebrow, amused by your challenge. He doesn’t release you, doesn’t even pretend to consider it. Instead, he tightens his grip on your waist, pulling you flush against him so there’s absolutely no doubt about how much he wants you—how much he’s always wanted you, across lifetimes, across realities. He was just a little amateur at showing it.

"Let you off?" He chuckled, low and rough, shaking his head like he thought you were adorable for even asking.

"Sweetheart, we both know you don’t really wanna go anywhere."

Then he rolls his hips upward, slow and deliberate, letting you feel the full, hard length of him grinding gently against your ass. Not forceful. Just enough to remind you that your body might not agree with your flip-slopping mouth.

"You’re wound up. Mad. Confused as hell why I keep showing up, why I won’t let you go."

He shifts slightly, angling his head so he can study your face, searching for cracks he knew were there- just well kept, in your defiance.

"But you ain’t scared of me. Not really. Annoyed? Absolutely. Pissed off when I do catch you? Constantly. But scared?"He smirks, confident, maddening with the certainty of someone who looked like they knew what they were talking about.

"Nah baby, you ain't scared of me, not really."

"Infact" he is in your ear this time.

"I think someone doth protest too much"

"You really make it difficult to like you, you know that?"

Lifts his chin slightly, his smirk fading into something quieter, harder for you to decipher. For a moment, he doesn’t respond, just watches like he’s cataloging every flicker of emotion crossing your face. Then, slowly, he exhales through his nose, his grip on her waist loosening just enough to suggest he’s choosing restraint rather than what he wanted to do- what he's been dying to do since getting here. It was like catching blue balls all over again.

"Like you make it easy to not chase you?" His voice is lower now, unmocking, laced with something almost bitter. He shifts again beneath her, not grinding, just settling, letting you feel the steady beat of his heart against your back, like he’s daring you to match it with your own.

"You vanish. Hide. Pretend you don’t feel it. Pretend I’m not meant to be here." As if they are stones to be thrown.

He lifts a hand, brushing his knuckles lightly down the side of your face, the contrast between his strength and the mindfulness of the gesture unsettling.

Almost affectionate.

Almost sincere. Not that he thought you deserve sincere just yet, that would come in time, preferably with you crying on his dick in his bed.

"Truth is… I don’t need you to like me. Don’t need you to understand why I tore holes in the sky just to find you breathing in another world."

He was quick to follow when you abruptly sat up.

"You are fucking insane"

and just like that his resting hands were ghosting your curves as you swatted at him. it was almost cute how quick you had rushed to get dressed for him right at the get go when he turned up unannounced. He recognized that jumper you were wearing- cute.

He doesn't justify you with a response, plowing on with his intensity until it stuck like syrup. If you were anything like the other you, he knew he could use those readings- work you out fully.

"Because this is all I need and I think you need it too" he says as he leans down to boldly cover your clothed cunt before you could shut your legs and stop that, to your surprise he cupped firmly, leaving all five ridges of his curled fingers to press against you.

"Uh-"

"UH" he mocked back.

Mohawk couldn't resist feeling you through the fabric, his palm pressing just hard enough to make his point clear—there’s no escaping this. He could melt and die alone at the feel of you and that was with clothes on. fuck you really were going to be the death of him. Not from him. Not from what’s building between them. His thumb brushes deliberately over your clit, first slow, then getting bolder as he tested for the right reactions that would put an end to those petty little insults and 'maybe you shouldn'ts.

He lowers his voice, rough and tinted with deep seated intimacy- just a taste of the longing he felt, as he leans in close to her ear.

The mission was worth it- not telling the other pricks where you were was just the cherry on top. How it was supposed to be.

"Feel this? This is mine"

He doesn’t give the chance to argue, doesn’t let you pull away. Not today.

Instead, he tightens his arm around your waist, holding you in place as he starts kneading you through the thin material, his movements slow but purposeful. He wasn't as stupid as he made himself out to be, the ladies man in him knew how to make a bitch purr, but he didn't see you as just any bitch. Evidently so when he

"You keep acting like I’m the only one invested in this. Like I’m the only one chasing."

Hips rolled on instinct when he rolled your clit like he was kneading out wrinkles.

You were...

Legs bowing.

Keening.

"But your body tells a different story. Always has." He continued as if he wasn't straight up touching you in your livingroom.

He smirks, feeling the hitch in her breath, the slight tremor in your frame. He knows he’s right. Knows you felt it in every dimension, every lifetime, even if you weren't physically there. and there he was arguing with logic again.

"So yeah. Maybe I do need this too"

"M'not chasing shit, let go!"

Mohawk releases a slow, appreciative hum, like he’s just confirmed something good. His grip on your pussy remains firm, possessive, unforgiving, practically trying to knead your pussy until he got just the right sound he wanted.

A mere fucking pitch, and he was shuddering.

"Oh, I know you’re not chasing, baby. You don’t have to." He cooes, happy to let you try and keep up this little charade, when he knew it was bullshit. had to be.

"Cause I got enough in me to follow you to the ends of the fuckin earth" adding in with a grunt sounding both worked up and firm. "and you are not leavin' me again baby. Can't do it."

Moving fast, much faster than you anticipate- way too fast like his viltrumite blood. Before you can shout, before you can protest, before you can do anything but tense in his grip, his free hand clamps over your mouth, two thick fingers shoved past your lips with no hesitation. He doesn’t hurt you, but he doesn’t coddle you either. He owns the intrusion, owns the way your hot throat convulses instinctively around the sudden invasion threatening to breach.

Again comes that groan, low and filthy. He likes watching you struggle to adjust to him in your mouth is the hottest damn thing he’s ever seen, rivaling closely with how jittery you were getting in his grasp- and he hadn't even given you a taste of dick yet. Nice. he bit his lip, smarmy as ever as he waited until he could feel just a little hint of dampness, something that told him you did want him, or at least didn't mind his touch as you were winning oscars for. either way, there wasn't exactly a population left. Only him and the variants- as far as you knew now.

The best option? neither.

He flexes his fingers slightly, just enough to remind you they’re there, just enough to hear you gag again so nicely for him again—soft, startled, not exactly enthusiastic but liking what he was doing. He smirks, watching every flicker of shock cross your face, just the way he liked it. the cute little wrinkle of your nose as you squealed around him.

"Are you gonna?" The fabric was staining a darker color where his fingers continued to rub you roughly through your leggings.

"No" You wheezed. A pretty shitty lie by any standards.

He knew.

"No? Oh c'mon on" He taunts. "I feel you squeezin' on me baby- you like it really, let go- do-"

You knew it was coming- even if you never saw him coming. When he felt the flutter, a small keening whimper you tried to hide by biting your tongue, he knew. so he abused your clit

"Your cunt's already surrendering." He runs his nose along the soft of your cheek, a stark contrast to the rough treatment. "Stop lying to yourself." Coaxing honey from lips that couldn't form words with little circles and the firm grinding from his palm to fabric.

The rapture came and you were falling apart on the spot- eyes back, face scrunched and body trembling like you were about to give up the ghost. You didn't know if you wanted to go along with it- but fuck if it didn't feel like liquid ecstasy. Hands latched onto the wall in front to balance yourself. The fucker had put your whole body in lock down with just his hand and he knew, knew you would cum around, eventually.

Yes. God yes. You silently scream to a room of no ears.

The cherry on top? Mohawk's senses went haywire, he felt the air distort. Angstrom.

At long fucking last.

[gavinparished]

The Beats Inside My Head

Hi! I'm going to run through my discography and add some details for you. This is my debut project, a 7 song mixtape I produced while I was coping with my grandfather's death. Before this I was making mashups on Soundtrap and learning how to to dubstep on Music Maker Jam. Originally, I was going to title these tracks after lines and give the project a different artwork but due to the events I changed up all of that. I'm sure why is understandable. There's not much to say here really sadly besides that this is a unique mix of electronic music and instrumental hiphop with an ambient feel to some of the sounds. It was fun learning to produce like this and I'd recommend Don't Go and Come Back.

However I will say it was a big change for me to release this project. At the time, I was working on being a YouTuber with one of my best friends, Daryan. We don't talk too much anymore but he designed the Gp on my first official piece of merchandise technically. It's not released or anything but I have it on in promo shots. I was making content about my interests at the time. Playing Minecraft, making custom Bionicles and giving them storylines, editing Pokemon AMVs, writing sketches, all the classic stuff. Unfortunately almost all of it is gone. One big collaboration AMV is still released, which I helped direct and edit for. It was a fun time but I decided to switch to music cause it became my biggest calling. I then proceded to delete all of my old videos, which honestly thinking back is heartbreaking. Were they cringe? 100%. Do I still want them up? Yes. Why? Well, it shows growth. Think, one day I'll be a bigger artist than I maybe ever imagined. If those videos were up, people from all over the world could see my true start, look at it then look at me then and say "hey, I'll try it!" Which is exactly why to this day I keep up my entire discography, unlike most annoying underground rappers who delete almost everything previously once a song blows up. There are a few AMV leftovers that I decided to keep up because I hadn't fully deleted them, check them out here!

But that's enough of that for now. In a way this album was me starting a legacy. I picked a sound, a style I liked and went for it. It really is easy to tell through this record alone what makes me different to the pears I surround myself with now. You can hear the DNA that is this album in my modern music, albeit way more defined and quality controlled. All I've done is improve in the last 8 years. Honestly typing that out just horrified me, I've been a content creator for a decade, around half my life, and a musician specifically for most of that too. It's crazy to think about but I like going back and listening to older records sometimes. Reminds me of where I came from.

With the above link you can listen to this tape. It's a swift listen, right around 18 and a half minutes. It's worth trying out, I still let some of the songs play when I listen to them. I want to shout out my grandfather too to end this. In a way I feel his death made me who I am, including the artist part of me. So I want to thank him for that, and may he rest in peace. I see him in my visions but honestly? I think about seeing him in the next place every single day.

[intheclearyetgood-tv]

A Way In

Triggers: not much, just reader being stabbed once but nothing graphical; making out (once); paparazzi at the end

Pairing: Taylor Swift X Singer!Female!Reader

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Being a singer-songwriter has always been one of your biggest dreams… and let’s be honest here, you never had many chances of making that dream come true. You were a dreamer… a huge one to say the least, and considering that you lived in Nashville - the city that according to people, makes everyone’s dreams come true - you should have been perfectly fine… buuut no, no can do.

You worked at Bluebird Cafe, yes, the place were Taylor Swift was discovered. Not that you’d ever met her. You were a huge fan of hers, and even if you were like 7 years younger than her and had lived in Nashville your whole life, you never met her, you never had such luck… and this lack of luck (sorry for the play on words) always persisted in your whole life.

As I was saying, you worked at The Bluebird Cafe, as a waitress. You were close with the owner of the shop, who let you give a small performance once a week for the night openings, mostly on Friday or Saturday nights, which was very convenient, considering those were the days when the cafe was most busy.

But were you ever lucky enough to meet some producers or some record label owner? Nah, that would require too much luck, you didn’t have it.

On a busy Saturday night like always, every table at the cafe had been served so you made your way up to the small stage, being comfortable about it as you had done it a thousand of times already. You sat on the stool and took the guitar, fixing the microphone to your height as you began speaking.

“Hey everyone! How’s your night going?” You started, and some of the usual clients replied happily, making you smile. “Well it’s nice to hear that you’re all doing well! Tonight I’ll be playing some original songs written and composed by me, and after that, I’m up for requests! Some of you already know me but for the ones who don’t, I’m Y/N L/N and I’ll keep you company during this lovely night!” You began singing a song you had written after that small presentation, and continued with some covers, singing Taylor Swift songs too, the small jar with a sign written ‘TIPS’ over it slowly being filled as the night went on.

You were completely unaware of the pair of blue eyes looking at you at some point during your performances.

As the bar slowly emptied, blue-eyed-girl included, you found yourself sitting at the same stool with the same guitar in hand, looking through your phone. You always did that, at the end of the night, silently hoping that someone would come up to you and offer you a record deal…

What a daydreamer.

“Still nothing?” Nancy, The bar owner asked, once the bar had definitely emptied and the doors were being locked. You sighed and put the guitar back on its stand. “Nope, nada” you stood up, taking a look at the tip jar. “At least I got some good tips tonight” you looked at her, she knew you well enough to recognize when you were sad. “Honey, don’t look at me like that,” she started, placing a hand on your shoulder. She was like s mother to you. “Eventually some producer will notice you, trust me.” You smiled sadly “I hope so” you said, and helped her with the final chores of the bar, before leaving through the back door.

It was about two in the morning, the neighborhood was pretty empty… you always found it scary. And the alleyway you got onto from exiting the backdoor, wasn’t less scary. You always speed-walked your way out of it… but today wasn’t a lucky day.

When is it ever?

You were almost onto the main street, when you felt someone sneaking up on you. You weren’t quick enough to react, the person trying to pull you somewhere but you applied resistance, pulling away. He managed to stab you through your stomach and you whined in pain through your covered mouth, the stranger’s hand covering it.

However you had a bit of luck, because your whines were loud enough to alert a certain someone’s body guard, who momentarily left his duty to have a look in the alley.. thank God he did.

The stranger, upon seeing the big men, let go of you and ran away. you slid down against the walk, not having taken notice of the man, too busy keeping your own hand on the wound on your stomach.

“Mrs. Swift, I think we’re gonna need to call an ambulance.”

You weren’t sure what happened next, as you were in shock, and not quite attentive to your surroundings. You just know that someone familiar was by your side, trying to keep you awake and all you remember is some blue eyes…

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You woke up the next morning to the sound of beeping, white walls surrounding you and the noise of people talking outside your door- probably nurses and doctors.

“Thank God you’re awake!” The voice startled you, and you turned to your left to see Nancy sitting on the chair next to your bed. “Did I faint onstage again?” You started, trying to sit up, “God, I had this weird ass dream-“ you winched in pain when you tried to sit up, “fuck-“ only then noticing that maybe it wasn’t all a dream. You lifted your shirt and saw the quite big bandage covering the left side of your stomach, some red stains on it. “Maybe it wasn’t a dream, fuck it hurts”

“We need to put a street lamp and a camera in that alleyway. I’m so sorry that happened hun,” Nancy started. “I shouldn’t have ever let you leave through the back door, I-“ you quickly interrupted her as you laid back down. “Nancy, don’t apologize, please, you couldn’t have known. No one could have” silence set between them after that, until you interrupted it with a laugh: “you know, I think I was hallucinating at some point, cause I thought I saw Taylor Swift” you laughed,

…but Nancy stayed serious.

“You weren’t hallucinating” Nancy said, her seriousness making you stop laughing. “What?” You said, looking at her with confusion written all over your face. “You weren’t hallucinating. That really was Taylor Swift. Her bodyguard saved you and She brought you here-“ you interrupted her. “Nance, seriously? Come on, don’t play with me, you know I care about that stuff-“

That’s when the door opened.

“Oh you’re awake!” The familiar voice had you immediately turning your head to where it came from. “W-what is happening- am I still high or.. on some kind of medicine?” The blonde laughed, noticing you trying to sit up but dropping her smile when she saw you wince in pain. “Woah there, lay back down,” she said and put a hand on your shoulder, fluffing your pillow as she helped you lay down.

“You’re Taylor Swift,”

“Yes”

“And you’re here,”

“Yes.”

“Am I dreaming?”

That had the blonde laugh again, looking at you. “No, Y/N you’re not dreaming. I’m actually here. And you’re actually talking to me” you were still looking at her with your jaw dropped. “How is that possible?” You said, making Taylor smile again. “Last night I was at the cafe, I come visit from time to time… and I saw you performing. I talked to Nancy about talking with you, but you were far from done so she suggested I waited for you to finish your shift, so that’s what I did, I didn’t expect… that,” she said, gesturing to your wound.

“I-I’m sorry you saw me perform last night!? And your songs too!?!? Oh my god that’s so embarrassing-“ Taylor was quick to interrupt you. “No no no don’t say that! I was actually about to say that you were amazing! That’s what I wanted to talk to you about…” she looked at you hopefully, you were still wonderstruck about all the situation. “I-I’m sorry I might need some time to process all this” Taylor giggled again and nodded, letting you process what was happening.

A couple minutes later you looked back at Taylor and smiled slightly “okay, you can go ahead,” you said, and Taylor smiled. “Y/N, I will go straight to the point. I heard your original songs and Nancy told me that you write and compose your own songs. Would you like to write and sing a song with me?” That’s when your jaw dropped once again. You were quiet for a couple more minutes. “I’m sorry- you would like to write and- and sing a song, WITH ME?” You emphasized the last two words, you know, for good measure.

The blonde in front of you nodded, and you began talking again. “But- I’m no one- I mean I don’t have a producer, a label, a manager? I don’t even have an album?” The blue eyed woman shrugged. “That’s not a problem, I mean, Nancy here told me that you want a career as a singer, maybe we can make that happen, no? Plus, I’d be really happy and honored to write a song with you!”

You were freaking out, your favorite singer ever had just asked you to write a song with her. And who were you to say no to that!?

Within the next couple days, you were out of the hospital. Taylor had visited both days, just getting to know you. You still felt like you were dreaming, but it was all so true and real. The luck you never had came just at the right moment, when you needed it the most.

That day, as you were being discharged, you were shocked once again when you saw the blonde at the door. “Hey there, ready to go?” Wait, what? You thought you were gonna have to walk home alone, but here she was, picking you up and taking you home. “Uh-yeah sure” you said and slowly walked over to her, you still had some trouble walking, as it hurt your insides… literally, where you were stabbed. You could feel the pain even with all the painkillers.

“Do you need help?” Taylor asked when she heard you wince in pain. You shook your head, hand over the bandage as you kept walking over to her. She sighed and walked over to you, wrapping an arm around you to support you. “You’re stubborn, aren’t you?” You blushed a little at her comment, though appreciating the help and occasionally leaning onto her. You were both lucky that the hospital had an underground parking, no one actually saw Taylor and even if they did, Nashville’s a pretty chill town, they’re used to her.

“Where’s your bag?” She asked once you reached the car. You looked at her with confusion written all over your face. “My…bag?” Taylor took some time to reply, closing the car door before getting in from the other side. “Yeah, you’re supposed to come at my place…” you were even more confused now. “I am?” That made Taylor laugh, you looked so confused right now. “Yeah, but I’m guessing that Nancy didn’t tell you. Well it’s fine, I can just land you my clothes. I’m taller then you so they’ll be big for you, but I’m sure you’ll be just fine. Oh by the way, my mom’s waiting for us at home with pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, I hope you like them”

And here you were freaking out again. “Your mom as in- Mama Swift?” Taylor hadn’t stopped laughing one second. “Yeah, her. I didn’t realize you were a fan of mine” she smiled, gently nudging your shoulder. “Yeah- of course I am! When I was 10 you were like the talk of the town, i never once managed to come see you in concert and 17 years later I’m in your car, going to your place and getting to record a song with you? That’s like a dream come true, girl” Taylor laughed at that, god, you loved her laugh.

When you arrived at the Nashville house you were greeted by her mother. She asked you about the incident with that stranger, but then proceeded to make you feel at home, her dog, kitty, being a big help in that as she wanted to jump on you, but Taylor had to hold her back as you were still injured.

She gave you a quick tour of the house and ended it in the music room. “Oh wow this is amazing” you said as you walked in, different types of guitars hung on the wall, the huge piano in the middle of it, just wow. You looked at the guitars first, looking a bit longer at the blue koi fish guitar, your favorite.

“Wanna play it?” She said from behind you, you smiled a little but you had a tendency to break other people’s stuff, so you declined the offer, even though eventually your finger pressed on a piano key. You pressed that a couple times before getting a melody in mind and making a brief chord progression, then you took your phone and typed in the chord progression. Taylor looked at you in amusement.

“Is that how you get your ideas?” She asked and you nodded, feeling a bit tired so you sat down on the piano stool. “Yeah. Some times I press a random piano key, and I have perfect pitch so it doesn’t take me long to make a chord progression and arpeggios… then according to how the whole of it makes me feel, I write the lyrics. Or sometimes I get a tune in my mind and play around with it” you said, Taylor smiled and made you scoop over on the stool, making space for her.

“Play the chord progression, keep with it for a while” at that point you had figured out what she had in mind, so you began playing. At times emphasizing some notes more than the other, switching up the rhythm, and Eventually Taylor started coming up with lyrics.

It was your turn now to look at her in amusement, she was so focused and you could see how she felt the melody, how each word came running to her as if she was brainstorming a perfect combination of words.

“Hold on, hold on, lemme record this, this is so good already” she said and took out her phone, recording the whole process. You eventually began harmonizing with her and adding lyrics, both getting lost in the moment as you completed first and second verse.

“Woah,” you said after both of you had gone silent. “That was, I don’t know. I’ve never written something so fast. It’s coming out so good, Tay” you said, the nickname slipping easily from your lips as you scribbled down the last lyrics you had come up with. “This is gonna be one hell of a song Y/N, I can feel it. We wrote two verses in less than… what, 10 minutes?” You nodded and took a look at the scrapbook Taylor had brought. “Okay, we have two verses. We need choruses and pre-choruses and I’ll leave the bridge up to you because your bridges are like, the best thing to ever exist on earth”

It was her turn to laugh at your comment, and you soon joined her in laughter, unaware of her mother’s eyes on both of you, through the door.

Andrea had never seen her daughter this happy.

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It had been a month since the two started writing the song, and between going to the studios in NYC and LA, now it was nearly done.

Aside from writing the song, you started spending more time together. You were really close, and Taylor was kind enough to let you stay at her place whenever you traveled around to record the song.

“God, I’m so tired” Taylor said, getting back into the NYC TriBeCa house after a long day at the studio with you, the backing vocals needed to be added so that’s what you did. You nodded at her statement. “Yeah, I’m tired too and I don’t even do it yearly like you do” she nodded as well and went to get a quick shower. When she was done, it was your turn to get a shower and when you went back into the living room Taylor was watching a rerun of FRIENDS, and you joined Taylor on the couch like you always did: laying down on your side with your head on her lap.

It had become usual for the both of you, none of you minding the physical touch, as Taylor loved it and so did you, never having gotten it enough when you were a kid. She would play with your hair and/or trace her fingers on your arm, and god, you felt like home.

Oh, I’m falling in love…

When the episode finished and the post-credit scenes were being rolled, you turned to lay on your back and looked up at Taylor. She soon felt your eyes on her and looked at you.

There was silence for a couple seconds before both of you started laughing. “What?” Taylor said between giggles, you brought your hands up to your face to hide the red-ish color that had started to paint your cheeks. “No nothing I just…” you took a deep breath, and once your cheeks didn’t feel warm anymore, you removed your hands.

Thank god Taylor didn’t notice the blush.

“I was just thinking and… if you hadn’t come into the cafe that night, I wouldn’t have met you and we wouldn’t have recorded our first songs together… this could make me start my career, this could make my dreams come true… and all because of you, Tay” you smiled and sat up, looking at her. She smiled back. “Y/N…” she started, and you hummed, as to signal her to continue talking. “Instead of putting out the song on platforms, what do you say if we play it together at my next concert? So everyone can see you, hear it live… you know,” she shrugged and smiled, watching shock take over your features.

“Are you sure? I- I mean- that would be amazing, Tay! Oh my god, yes please!” You had a thousand thoughts going on in your pretty little mind, but one was better than all of them: you would be performing on stage with Taylor Swift. The older woman hugged you and you hugged her back tightly. Once the initial shock had worn off, you started watching another rerun of FRIENDS.

“I never asked, and now I’m curious so, what’s your type?” Taylor said out of the blue, when the episode had almost ended. You didn’t think much of it, and your reply came pretty quickly. “Well, definitely girls-“ you were about to continue, but Taylor interrupted you: “no shit sherlock” you stared at her wide eyed “you knew???” You asked, laughing at yourself. “Uh DUH? Your outfits basically scream “I’M GAY” even if you’re wearing my clothes which are like, the straightest clothes possible” she laughed again, making you blush. “I’m gonna take that as a compliment”

You punched her shoulder jokingly and continued with your explanation. “I don’t know, honestly. I Focus more on personality then appearance, even if I do have a thing for ocean blue eyes” Taylor didn’t seem to have caught the hint, and even if she did, she let it slide.

A couple weeks later you were standing backstage to Taylor’s concert, anxiously waiting for it to begin. It would take a while before she got to the Surprise Songs, and you already knew that you were gonna die. You were never good at handling anxiety.

“Hey, how are you doing?” You felt a hand on your shoulder, and turned around to see Taylor in her Lover outfit. You had to force yourself not to look at her legs or let your jaw drop. “I uh- I’m nervous. Really nervous” Taylor smiled and hugged you. “It’ll be okay, trust me alright? You’re talented, your voice is amazing… you- we rehearsed this song so many times, it’s going to be just fine.”

Her words of reassurance helped you stay calm, until she got to the acoustic set. “Welcome to the acoustic set!” Taylor said, cheers of crowd filling your ears. “So, the surprise songs for today are a bit more… surprising, as we’ll have not 2, but 3 surprise songs, and that’s because we have a surprise guest today!” The crowd cheered once again, and you started feeling insecure. They probably expected someone famous, not an unknown singer.

“Let me say a few things about her first. As you all know, I was discovered at Bluebird Cafe in Nashville… I went to visit, almost a couple months ago and there was this girl, playing a few of her original songs and also covers… and I really, really loved her voice, and the feelings she made me feel, I don’t know, I had to get to know her. So I did, and today we’re both here with a song that we wrote together, please welcome onstage Y/N L/N!”

The crowd cheered once more, and you made your way onstage, heart thumping in your chest as you reached the front stage, smiling brightly as you took a brief second to look around, before bringing the microphone up to your mouth “oh my God hi everyone! I’m so nervous, this is literally my first time on a stage, and I might start rambling so excuse me” you giggled, fans cheered and you tried to steady your shaky voice.

“Uhm okay. I don’t know what to say honestly, I grew up in Nashville and I grew up listening to Taylor’s songs so yeah, fellow Swiftie here” once again, the crowd cheered. “I grew up working and playing my music at bluebird cafe, hoping for someone to notice me and to offer me a record deal… no one ever did. I mean, I still don’t have a record deal but never in my craziest mind would I have imagined that at some point in my life I’d meet Taylor and she’d want to write a song with me. Tay, You’re the closest friend I have and I just want to thank you, thank you so much for trusting me, for giving me this opportunity,”

Taylor smiled and walked over to hug you tightly, bringing the microphone away from her mouth as she could feel your heart thumping, and said “You got this girl. I know you do. I love you.” You smiled brightly and pulled back from the hug. “Anyway, this is the song we came up with, it’s called ‘A Way In.’ We Really hope you’ll like it”

You sat down at the piano, starting with the melody of the song. Taylor started singing, and you had the harmonies for the most part of it, as well as the highest vocals, the belt and bridge. Even if it was Taylor’s concert, she wanted you to have your moment, she wanted you to start your career beautifully and this could be the right way to do so.

When the song finished, the cheers were louder then ever. You got a standing ovation, Taylor herself was looking at you with proud eyes and smile and clapping for you, you walked over and gave her another tight hug, before looking back at the crowd. Tears in your eyes, and you took your microphone again. “Thank you so so so so much guys. Hopefully we’ll cross paths again” you threw a kiss to Taylor and walked backstage, letting Taylor procede with the actual surprise songs.

When you got backstage, all the cheering was for you. You hugged and thanked everyone, before going to Taylor’s dressing room and changing back into your normal clothes.

When the concert finished, you didn’t expect Taylor to come straight to you and hug you tightly, kissing your cheeks. “Y/N that was amazing! Did you even hear yourself? I never had a crowd cheer that loud for me! They absolutely loved you!” She smiled brightly and took a water bottle that was handed to her, as well as a towel for her sweat. “Tay, you’re exaggerating” you giggled “no I’m definitely not! Wait and see the videos on tiktok later tonight”

Taylor went and got changed, as the stadium cleared out after the long concert. When she was finished, as you were walking out the stage through the back. You were talking with Andrea when Taylor grabbed your arm and pulled you back to her, not giving you time to react before she pressed her lips on yours.

The time felt like it was passing by in slow motion, Taylor was kissing you. She was kissing you and she seemed hesitant about it, and upon realizing what was happening, you brought your arms around her neck, deepening the kiss as Taylor squeezed her grip on your hips, smiling in the kiss as metaphorical fireworks exploded around you.

When Taylor pulled back, your foreheads stayed connected. She looked at you, eyes full of lust, and she brought a hand up to brush some hair away from your face.

“You said you were straight,” you whispered, hinting a laugh.

“Yeah, I might have lied”

You giggled and leaned in to kiss her once again.

You were completely unaware of the few hundreds of fans and paparazzi taking pictures and videos of the two of you making out.