#I love the one with Keith urban best but it’s not on here I don’t think?

[bluemantics]

hii, do you have any fantasy fic recs?? (btw i loved midnight snacks don't exist in space!!)

OMG thank you so much!! sometimes i forget people actually read the stuff i post lmfao <3

Here are some fantasy fic recs!

1. Take my hand (we’ll dive into the sea) by noblegambit

Mermaid AU | T+ | 5.3K

A mer has four gifts for humanity.

The tear of a mermaid gifts strength. The scale of a mermaid gifts invulnerability. The kiss of a mermaid gifts breath underwater. The heart of a mermaid gifts long life. If one possess all four? No one knows, for no one has ever possessed the heart of a mermaid.

2. til we meet the dawn by angstinspace

Knight AU | T+ | 75K

Keith is a mage and Lance is a knight, and they've been best friends since childhood. For years, Keith has known that Lance carries a dark secret: that if he doesn't kiss his true love before he turns twenty, he'll die.

Now only three days remain before Lance's twentieth birthday, and Keith and Lance are sent on a dangerous quest to rescue Romelle––who Lance believes will be the one to break his curse. ... But what he doesn't know is that Keith is already hopelessly in love with him.

3. I have crossed the horizon to find you by somethingmorecreative

Mage/Familiar AU | M | 36K

onight, The Wicked Nightshade was filled with a vibrant crowd, rowdy, loud, and buzzing in excitement at what was to come.

The Bonding was tomorrow, and New Altea was ready for it.

Keith Kogane, on the other hand, was not.

4. you build your tower (but call me home) by parchmints

Curse AU | T+ | 63K

In the land of Arus, the youngest Nalquodian prince—Prince Leandro—is hidden away in a little castle that overlooks the kingdom; a countermeasure to protect him from the Galran assassins that have sworn to take his life.

And in the tallest tower of the castle, behind a grimy rose window and under a dusty sheet, is an enchanting gargoyle that the prince finds himself compelled to visit every day.

Almost as if by a spell...

5. a warlock and a djinni fall into a rift by bwyn

Urban Fantasy AU | G | 6.2K

“You planning on explaining what’s going on here?” Keith returns, thankfully now standing so that he’s blocking some of the sun in Lance’s eyes. “Or were you just going to leave again? Without warning? Without contact?”

Lance smiles as though the words aren't a punch to his gut. Really, he should’ve predicted this, but…

“Could you at least let me sit up? My head isn’t busting through dimensions, right?”

Keith’s lip curls, but he waves a finger tipped purple with ink, and Lance feels the chains slide free from his neck, arms and chest.

6. breathless by zxrysky

Mermaid AU | 6.3K | T+

"You shouldn't go out to the sea at night," their grandmother says. She's in a rocking chair, old and creaky, her withered body settled with a shawl around her shoulders, wrinkled fingers gripping the edges of the arm rest. "Don't risk it."

"Risk what?" Shiro asks, eyes wide. He's fourteen, just a young boy, on the cusp of maturity, arms wrapped around his younger brother as they sit before their grandmother.

His grandmother pauses for a while. "There is danger in the sea."

7. steal the air from my lungs by zxrysky

Siren AU | T+ | 10K

“Read the news,” his grandma told him with something sad in her eyes, and passed him the newspapers lying on the table. She lifted him on her lap and turned the page, flipped through the black and white words until it landed on a picture of the ocean, wide and blue, stretching out far into the horizon.

“Missing people at sea,” Lance read out dutifully, and his eyes grew big. “They don’t come back?” He asked in a small voice. He couldn’t imagine- he couldn’t imagine just leaving. He couldn’t imagine going missing. He thought of James, barely two, holding on to Lance’s hands as he toddled along the ground, and shuddered.

“They don't, baby. These missing people at sea, they don’t ever come back.” His grandma looked old and tired, and Lance abruptly thought of his granddad, lost at sea long before Lance came into the world, and all that was left was this huge house.

8. Siren's Call by wittyy_name

Siren AU | M | 21.6K

The once bloody war between man and siren has come to a tremulous truce once the siren prince had been captured. The people of Altea retreated, and mankind was once more free to roam the sea. Shackled and locked away within a mountain cavern, the prince watches, and he waits. Biding his time.

Keith has never truly fit in, no matter how much he’s tried. Ever since Shiro found him, wild and alone in the northern mountains, something has burned deep inside him, something dangerous and terrifying. A simmering need for something more. To protect those he loves. To tear apart those who hide behind falsities and carefully sculpted smiles. Those who hide behind laws of their own creation.

Two beasts, shackled and bound, each in their own way. Keys to each other’s freedom.

9. It Never Rains on Saturday by TheLegendOfChel

Demon AU | T+ | 22K

In the magical kingdom of Altea lies an ominous tower filled with monsters. Every day, adventurers battle through the tower’s levels in a never-ending quest to slay the Demon King who lives at the very top.

Lance, a talented archer, is one such adventurer. However, Lance doesn’t want to kill the Demon King.

Lance wants to marry him.

10. The Fallen and the Wandering by creeshtar

Gen Fantasy | T+ | 106K

Keith was born into a world of ice and darkness, with no sun to rise or stars to shine. In spite of humanity’s best efforts, the world is meeting a slow, but certain doom, which can only be stopped if the sun is found and replaced in the sky. Keith, meanwhile, is content to collect stars and eventually replace them in the sky, alongside a new partner that he can’t seem to help but gravitate towards--until a mysterious person with inhuman power goes on a warpath to find the sun for herself. Keith and his partner are unwittingly thrown into the race to find the sun first, only for Keith to discover, to his dismay, that it may be closer than he could’ve ever wanted.

I lovvvee fantasy aus! Thanks for the ask <3

[calswildflcwer]

Cop Car !

Pairing : Carlos × fem!reader.

Warnings : I don’t think any apply, other than a mention of a killer.

Plot : You and Carlos had been dating for five months and now Carlos had offered to take you on a date. However, this doesn’t exactly go to plan at all. And the police know that they shouldn’t mess with you.

Pronouns used : He/him for Carlos, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don't know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Info : This is inspired by this song here! Also, this fic is kinda modern and there is also no magic in encanto at the time!

Carlos watched you from the alleyway, flicking his knife open and closed, as you crouched down and laughed with the children.

“You look adorable, Juancho.” You poked the little boys nose.

Carlos headed over, his slender shadow scaring off the group of seven year olds. You cocked an eyebrow, staring at your boyfriend, “You know, you really need to stop scaring the kids.” You said, standing up.

“It isn’t my fault. If they’re used to chico de oro, that’s not my problem.” Carlos shrugged.

You had begun dating him around five months ago, on his eighteenth birthday. Nobody expected it, you were the sweet good girl and he was the town's bad boy. It was a shock to everybody.

You planted a kiss to his cheek before grabbing his hand, intertwining your fingers with his as the pair of you walked together. “So, I wanted to ask you something.” Carlos began, ignoring the stares from the townspeople.

“Okay, go on.” You nodded, glaring at the townspeople as you noticed their stares.

“Would… Uhm… Would you want to go on a date tonight?” He asked.

“With you?” You questioned.

“No, with Isabela! Of course, with me!” He responded, cocking a brow at you.

A giggle escaped your lips, “I’d love to.” You grinned, staring at him before planting a kiss to his cheek.

“Meet me at the fountain tonight, after your chores.” He smiled, planting a quick and soft kiss to your forehead before disappearing off into the shadows, leaving you standing with a soft pink tint painting your cheeks.

You met Carlos at the fountain after all of your chores were over, you folded your arms over your chest as he approached you, grabbing you by the waist and placing a quick kiss to your cheek before dragging you towards his car.

“Where are we going?” You questioned, sitting in the passenger seat as he began to drive away from the small town.

“You’ll see.” He smirked, as he drove. You quickly noticed a sign that said ‘no trespassing’ and you were currently trespassing. Your eyes widened slightly as you looked over his features, his signature smirk still stood cockily on his lips.

He soon parked the car, the pair of you climbing out as you both sat on the bonnet and began to watch the planes take off. He had brought you to an airport, to a place where you could watch the planes take off. He knew you’d always had a fascination for planes.

He thought you’d have all night, there was no need to rush… However, it wasn’t long before the sound of sirens and flashing blue lights filled your ears. Carlos threw his head back, “Man, ain’t this some shi-” Carlos groaned.

You cocked a brow, “We could always run for it, that’d make the best story!” You grinned. Carlos smiled, shaking his head slightly. He was too busy watching you going wild, to be worried about going to jail. The blue lights shone, illuminating the freedom in your eyes.

The police approached the pair of you, you eyed them. They weren’t playing at all, they were quick to slam the cuffs onto both you and Carlos. Carlos watched as you tried to talk your way out of it with the police, one looked younger and the other much older. The younger one was definitely a rookie. Your mouth kept moving, trying to sweet talk them, they didn’t fall for it but Carlos? Oh, Carlos did, big time. Hearing your sweet words would always make him fall for you over and over again.

Carlos was pushed into the car, the rookie then pushed you in, reading you your rights. “Yeah, I understand. I just have one question.” You asked, the police officer stopped at the door giving you a pointed look. “Do you have a light? I’m due a smoke any moment now.” You questioned.

Carlos eyed you, biting back his laugh, knowing that you didn’t smoke. You smiled sweetly as the officers face contorted in anger before he slammed the door. Carlos watched you as you leaned your head back against the headrest of the backseat, a smile still painted across your lips.

“I swear your dad’s gonna kill me.” Carlos groaned.

“Maybe so, but if it makes you feel any better, you won’t be the only one.” You grinned.

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” Carlos chuckled slightly, shaking his head.

“Look Carlos, I want you to know that if we do both survive tonight, I wouldn’t change one thing.” You let him know, smiling as you tried to adjust your hands in the cuffs. It was the most uncomfortable sitting position, your hands cuffed tightly behind you.

“Not even this part?” Carlos cocked a brow.

A laugh sounded in the back of your throat, “Not even this part.” You grinned.

Carlos watched you as you stared out of the window as the police conversed with one another. You were so innocent but you were stealing his heart. Carlos couldn’t help the feeling within his chest as he watched you, something felt warm and sweet; a feeling he wasn’t used to.

The older officer soon approached the car, opening the door and allowing you to go. “You’re free to go.” He spoke.

“We won’t be so easy on you next time.” The rookie officer shouted out, causing you to stop walking.

You slowly turned back, “You should know better than to threaten me, Officer...” You glanced down at his badge, “Diaz.” You snarled. “Officers like you have gone missing for less.” You let him know, turning on your heel and heading towards Carlos’ car. The pair of you climbed in.

The rookie attempted to follow you, anger crossing his every feature but was held back by his partner. “Don’t.” He spoke.

“She just threatened an officer!” Diaz argued back.

“And legally, we can’t touch those kids.” The officer let him know.

“Who the hell are they anyway, Hernandez?” Diaz questioned.

“The boy? That’s Carlos Madrigal, he’s the grandson of one of the most powerful people this side of Colombia. The Madrigal’s are the most powerful family this side of the country.” Hernandez let the younger officer know.

“And the girl?” Diaz questioned.

“You don’t recognise her?” Hernandez asked, earning a shake of the head from Diaz, “That’s (Name) Fuentes. You might recognise the name. Her father is the biggest crime boss in all of Colombia.” Hernandez told him.

“Not Sergio Fuentes?” Diaz asked, his eyes almost bugging out of his head.

Hernandez nodded, “Yeah, Sergio is her father. We can’t touch those kids, many officers have gone missing or turned up dead due to Sergio.”

“Why hasn’t he been arrested?” Diaz asked.

“Nobody’s ever been able to prove it was him. He never gets his hands dirty, but myself and every other officer this side of Colombia know that it was him. We’ve been off his radar for a while, since his wife’s death. We stay off his radar, he’ll stay off ours.” Hernandez explained, watching as the headlights from Carlos’ car disappeared from view. “Sergio Fuentes is a dangerous man, and let me tell you, his daughter is just as dangerous.”

Carlos parked the car back up in the town, a smile plastering across his lips as the pair of you climbed out. “I hope you’ve been treating my daughter tonight, young man.” You suddenly heard your fathers voice.

Carlos jumped slightly, turning to the older man, “I did, sir.” He mumbled.

“I mean, we spent most of our night in the back of a cop car, but it was fun.” You laughed.

“WHAT?!” Your father yelled, his anger making Carlos jump as he turned towards him.

“Dad! Dad!” You yelled, grabbing the man by his shoulders. Your father scared everybody in town. Everybody, that was, except you. The older man stared at you, his eyes softening slightly, “It’s fine, they let us go. Plus, it wasn’t Carlos’ fault, okay? Now, go home and think about your cholesterol.” You told him, smiling slightly.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asked.

“Positive. Now go.” You told him. He nodded, planting a soft kiss to your forehead before sending a nod to Carlos and walking away.

You turned to Carlos, grabbing his hand and beginning to walk the street with him. “That was one of the best nights of my life.” You grinned, swinging your joined hands back and forth, “Watching the planes, getting arrested, messing with the cops…” You grinned.

“Falling in love in the back of a cop car.” Carlos mumbled, instantly stopping you in your tracks. Freezing.

Carlos was yanked back, almost dislocating his arm in the process as he turned to you, his eyes immediately widened as he saw the unreadable expression on your face and quickly realised what he’d said. You’d never once told each other you loved one another, in your five months of dating. “(Name), I’m so sorry. So, so sorry. I didn’t… I’m not… I-” he stuttered along his words before you lunged forward, throwing your arms around the taller boy.

He stumbled back slightly, quickly regaining his balance once again before wrapping his arms around your torso, “I’m in love with you too.” You smiled into his neck, running your fingers through his curls as you did.

Carlos stared down at you, a smile making its way onto his features as he leaned forward and planted a chapped kiss to your lips, “You’re my forever girl, (Name).” He let you know pulling away.

You grinned, dragging him along the street as you did, “And just think, if I’m not, we’ll always have the cop car.”

Carlos stopped, yanking you back into him so that your body collided with his, kissing you roughly on the lips, his hands gripped your waist so tight that they were bound to leave bruises,

“Don’t ever say that again, not even as a joke.” He snarled.

- Hey, hi, hello! Welcome back to another one of my fics! I’m baaack baby! Anyways, I hope y’all have been well and I’m sorry if this isn’t the best. I tried. I do have a little series coming out soon so if you’re interested, pls be on the lookout for that! Make sure to remember the drink something, eat something, please stay hydrated and remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know! Mwaaah! <33

[galindathrop]

Eras Tour Setlist and Surprise/Secret Songs (as of February 16, 2024)

Taylor Swift

Tim McGraw - March 17

Picture to Burn - July 14

Teardrops on My Guitar - May 5

A Place in this World - April 22

Cold as You - April 23

The Outside - February 9

Tied Together with a Smile - July 23

Stay Beautiful - November 17

Should’ve Said No - May 19

Mary’s Song

Our Song - March 24 and August 4 (Guitar Surprise song in Taylor Swift | The Eras Tour film)

I’m Only Me When I’m with You - June 30

Invisible - May 20

A Perfectly Good Heart

Fearless (Taylor’s Version)

Fearless

Fifteen - May 6

Love Story

Hey Stephen - May 14

White Horse - March 25

You Belong With Me

Breathe (feat. Colbie Callait) - June 10

Tell Me Why - August 25

You’re Not Sorry - April 21

The Way I Loved You

Forever & Always - May 13

The Best Day - May 14

Change

Jump Then Fall - April 2

Untouchable - November 25

Come In with the Rain - February 10

Superstar

The Other Side of the Door - April 28

Today Was a Fairytale - April 22

You All Over Me (feat. Maureen Morris) - June 3

Mr. Perfectly Fine - June 16

We Were Happy

That’s When (feat. Keith Urban)

Don’t You

Bye Bye Baby

If This Was a Movie - June 23

Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) - Announced May 5th, 2023. Released on July 7th, 2023.

Mine - May 7

Sparks Fly - May 5

Back to December - July 15

Speak Now - April 13

Dear John - June 24

Mean - April 15

The Story of Us - June 17

Never Grow Up - July 7

Enchanted

Better than Revenge - November 12

Innocent - November 24

Haunted - June 9

Last Kiss - July 8

Long Live (added to setlist on July 7th for the release of Speak Now TV. Performed on the same koi fish guitar from the Speak Now Tour) (removed from Taylor Swift | The Eras Tour movie.)

Ours - March 31

Superman - February 9

Electric Touch (featuring Fall Out Boy) - February 8

When Emma Falls in Love - July 7

I Can See You (music video released to concertgoers on July 7 and online on July 8) - August 3

Castles Crumbling (featuring Hayley Williams) - July 28

Foolish One

Timeless - July 14

Red (Taylor’s Version)

State of Grace - March 18

Red - May 21 (Performed on Guitar instead of Piano due to rain damage from May 20), February 16

Treacherous - April 13

I Knew You Were Trouble

22

I Almost Do - June 9

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together

Stay Stay Stay - July 29

The Last Time (featuring Gary Lightbody of Snow Patrol) - June 16

Holy Ground - May 27 and February 7

Sad Beautiful Tragic - March 31

The Lucky One - April 2

Everything Has Changed (featuring Ed Sheeran) - July 22

Starlight - July 15

Begin Again - April 23

The Moment I Knew - June 4

Come Back… Be Here - May 12

Girl at Home

Ronan

Better Man - May 19

Nothing New (featuring Phoebe Bridgers) (added to the setlist on May 5, only to be performed when Phoebe Bridgers is one of the opening acts.)

Babe

Message in a Bottle - July 23

I Bet You Think About Me (featuring Chris Stapleton) - April 30

Forever Winter

Run (featuring Ed Sheeran)

The Very First Night - November 9

All Too Well (10 Minute Version)

Eyes Open

Safe and Sound - November 25

1989 (Taylor’s Version) - Announced August 8th, 2023. Released October 27, 2023.

Welcome to New York - May 28

Blank Space

Style

Out of the Woods - May 6 and November 11 (mashup w/ Is It Over Now?)

All You Had to Do Was Stay - June 10

Shake It Off

I Wish You Would - June 2

Bad Blood

Wildest Dreams

How You Get the Girl - April 30

This Love - May 13

I Know Places - August 8

Clean - April 1 and May 28

Wonderland - April 21

You Are in Love - August 4

New Romantics - August 9

"Slut!" - November 12

Say Don't Go - November 26

Now That We Don't Talk - November 24

Suburban Legends - November 17

Is It Over Now? - November 11 (mashup w/ Out of the Woods)

Sweeter Than Fiction

Reputation

…Ready for It?

End Game (featuring Ed Sheeran and Future) - November 11

I Did Something Bad

Don’t Blame Me

Delicate

Look What You Made Me Do

So It Goes… - November 20

Gorgeous - April 29

Getaway Car (w/ Jack Antonoff) - May 26

King of My Heart - August 8

Dancing with Our Hands Tied - November 19

Dress - August 23

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things - July 22

Call It What You Want - July 1

New Year’s Day - August 9

I Don’t Want to Live Forever - June 3

Lover

I Forgot That You Existed - August 24

Cruel Summer

Lover

The Man

The Archer (removed from Taylor Swift | The Eras Tour movie)

I Think He Knows - May 21

Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince

Paper Rings - June 23

Cornelia Street - August 26

Death by a Thousand Cuts - April 1 and August 5

London Boy

Soon You’ll Get Better (featuring The Chicks)

False God - May 27

You Need to Calm Down

Afterglow - August 27

Me! (feat. Brendon Urie of Panic! at the Disco) - November 20

It’s Nice to Have a Friend

Daylight - June 24

Beautiful Ghosts

Only the Young

All of the Girls You Loved Before - July 29

Folklore

The 1

Cardigan (removed from Taylor Swift | The Eras Tour movie)

The Last Great American Dynasty

Exile (featuring Bon Iver) - August 23

My Tears Ricochet

Mirrorball - March 17

Seven (spoken transition part of setlist) - (w/ Aaron Dessner) June 17

August

This Is Me Trying - March 18

Illicit Affairs

Invisible String

Mad Woman (w/ Aaron Dessner) - April 15

Epiphany

Betty

Peace

Hoax

The Lakes - June 2

Evermore

Willow

Champagne Problems

Gold Rush - May 12

‘Tis the Damn Season

Tolerate It

No Body, No Crime (feat. Haim) (replacing ‘Tis the Damn Season, during the shows where Haim is one of the openers) (removed from Taylor Swift | The Eras Tour movie)

Happiness

Dorothea - July 8

Coney Island (feat. the National) - April 28

Ivy (w/ Aaron Dessner) - July 1

Cowboy Like Me (w/ special guest Marcus Mumford) - March 25

Long Story Short

Marjorie

Closure

Evermore (feat. Bon Iver) - June 30

Right Where You Left Me (w/ Aaron Dessner) - July 28

It’s Time to Go

Midnights - Midnights: The Til Dawn Edition and The Late-Night Edition released on May 26.

Lavender Haze

Maroon - May 26, August 3, and August 27

Anti-Hero

Snow on the Beach (feat. Lana Del Rey) - March 24 and August 25

You’re on Your Own, Kid - April 14, August 5, August 26, February 10 (Piano Surprise song in Taylor Swift | The Eras Tour film)

Midnight Rain

Question…? - May 20

Vigilante Shit

Bejeweled

Labyrinth - November 9

Karma

Sweet Nothing - August 24

Mastermind

The Great War (w/ Aaron Dessner) - April 14

Bigger Than the Whole Sky - November 19

Paris

High Infidelity - April 29

Glitch

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve (w/ Aaron Dessner) - May 7

Dear Reader - February 7

Hits Different - June 4

Karma (featuring Ice Spice) (Added to the setlist for shows on May 26, 27, and 28. Music video released for concertgoers on May 26 and online on May 27)

You’re Losing Me (From the Vault) - February 16

Other

I Miss You, I’m Sorry (w/ Gracie Abrams) - July 1

[jadejedi]

Fantasy Book Review: The Tarot Sequence (Books 1-3) by K.D. Edwards

JJ’s rating: 4.5/5

How feral did it make me: 5/5 

My book reviews

Okay, I read these kind of randomly, not really sure what I was getting into, and oh my god. Oh my god!! Okay, so most of the sci-fi/fantasy books I have read other than these were written by AFAB authors in their 20s and 30s. Which is great, and fine, but that’s a fairly limited perspective. These novels were written by an asexual man in his forties (sorry Keith, just sort of guessing on your age here lmao) and is it weird to say that it’s kind of refreshing to read a mlm romance actually written by a queer man? No, I don’t think so. These books, despite the dark topics they sometimes cover, feel like warm coziness to me. Reading these books feels like following along with a group of your beloved friends. God. I love them. 

Summary time! In a world in which Atlantis was a secret society of demigods called the Arcana (all named after tarot cards) before being destroyed in a civil war with humanity, the remaining Atlantean society has relocated to the island formerly called Nantucket. Rune St. John is the last son of the Sun Court, the rest of the Sun Court destroyed in a mysterious attack that left Rune with emotional, mental, and physical scars. Rune and his Companion (think platonic soulmate meets bodyguard), Brand, hire out their work essentially as mercenaries to scrape by. When a son of Lady Justice goes missing, Rune and Brand are hired to find him. Also, they acquire an orphaned teenager? Are they fathers now? They might be fathers now. 

These characters guys. Holy shit. They are perfect to me. K.D. Edwards was really out here like, what if I just… smash every toxically masculine stereotype out there? What if I make a snarky bodyguard character who unabashedly loves his best friend? What if these two men who have known each other all their lives are not afraid to be open about how important they are to each other and how much they genuinely LOVE each other? What if I make a romantic interest who is patient and kind and loving and not at all threatened by the relationship between his boyfriend and his boyfriend’s oldest and most important relationship? What if I create a relationship between these three men that blurs the lines between romantic and platonic?? What if I create an urban fantasy society in which queerness is normal and accepted, and where polyamory is normal and accepted? What if I make a group of characters who need a family and then FIND ONE WITH EACH OTHER???? WHAT. THEN????? (then we all cry, that’s what)

FUCK! 

These books are fun, witty, full of monsters and villains, but also some of the most heartwarming characters and relationships I’ve ever read??? Like, god. These are some of the few books that I have bought both audio book and e-book copies because I could not put them down. I *had* to be reading them, if I were at home, or at work, or in the car. And as soon as I finished them, I picked up the first one and reread them. 

This series is planned to be a trilogy of trilogies, with books 1-3 currently finished, and book 4 being written right now. I am so excited for more of this series, I can’t even tell you. Dear god. 

There is some dark content covered in these books, specifically based around what happened to the Rune on the night when his father’s court was destroyed, so if you have any questions about trigger warnings, don’t hesitate to ask. 

These books are an absolute DELIGHT. They are the queer fantasy I’ve always wanted to read, because Edwards understands that what makes the queer community special is the COMMUNITY. It’s about finding and CHOOSING your family, bitch!

Here’s a meme I made a while back to convince people to read these books (yes I spelled dinosaur wrong. oops):

READ THEM!!!

[carinalastimosa]

20 Reasons Why I’m a J.Lo-ver

I love Jennifer Lopez. And let’s face it, she could use the love these days. Bennifer 2.0 has already come to an end, marking 20 years of one of the most documented Hollywood on again-off again romances so here are 20 reasons why I love her. From the highs to the lows, beauties and flaws, this is her then and this is her now. 

She made Time Magazine’s 100 Most Influential People list. If you’re not gonna believe me that Jennifer Lopez is amazing, take it up with Time.

She’s broken barriers within the romcom genre. I didn’t realize it when I was a child, but Jennifer Lopez was doing something exceptional within movies. She normalized headlining popular movies with huge box office success as a woman of color with movies like The Wedding Planner and Maid in Manhattan. Normalizing it, not only for me, but for mass audiences, that movies do not need to have white leads in order to equal success. And she continues to provide, breaking another barrier, proving that women in their 50’s can still be viable leads with movies like Shotgun Wedding and Marry Me.

She co-headlined one of the best Super Bowl Halftime performances. Do yourself a favor and watch the 2020 Super Bowl Halftime show headlined by Jennifer Lopez and Shakira. Just watch it and you'll see why it's one of the best.

She’s the reason why I bought a matching velour tracksuit as a teen in the 2000s. I’m sure there’s some photographic evidence of this in a photo album buried in my family’s home and it should stay that way. 

She’s the first perfume I’ve ever bought. Okay, I’m technically not the one who bought it. I basically pleaded with my mom at Macy’s to buy me Glow by Jennifer Lopez cause I wanted to smell just like J.Lo. 

She deserves to be Academy Award Nominee Jennifer Lopez. While 2019's Hustlers may have been her most noteworthy of performances to get considerable Oscar buzz, she's shown her range throughout her career with 1997's Selena, 1998's Out of Sight, and 2006's El Cantante.

She deserves to be Grammy Winner Jennifer Lopez. J.Lo has the hits. You know she does, don’t deny it. Ever heard of Jenny From The Block?” Of course you have, and you either hate or love yourself as you start to sing along to it whenever it comes on. Despite a 20+ career in the music industry, Lopez has only gathered 2 Grammy nominations.

She’s the first artist to have a movie and an album debut at #1. As part of showcasing her ability to do it all, she made history with the movie The Wedding Planner and album This Is Me… Then.

She was the reason behind the creation of Google Images. Go ahead and Google her 2000 red carpet appearance to the Grammys in the now iconic green Versace dress for old times' sake.

She’s a part of my favorite rotation of American Idol judges. Yes, there’s nothing quite like the spark of the initial trio of Paula Abdul, Simon Cowell, and Randy Jackson but audiences did not give enough credit to the trio of Jennifer Lopez, Harry Connick Jr. and Keith Urban. I also think an American Idol reunion with Connick Jr. and Lopez would be the perfect romanic comedy.

She’s the definitive Selena. Netflix tried with their series on Selena Quintanilla in 2020 but it didn't come close to the 1997 movie and a lot of that was in thanks to the casting of Lopez.

She can deliver a line like no other. Not every Jennifer Lopez movie is a hit. There are some really bad ones out there and The Boy Next Door is one of them. It contains one of the most unintentionally funniest line deliveries ever. The said boy next door gives Lopez’s character, a high school teacher, a book. But not just any book, oh no, it’s the first edition of the Iliad. The ILIAD. An oral poem dating back from 3,000+ plus years ago, that was estimated to have finally been written out around 850-750 BCE. The way Lopez opens the book and utters, “Oh my god, this is a… this is a first edition?” is so earnest. That is capital A acting right there! It’s perfect. 

She’s learning Spanish just like us. Like myself, Jenny grew up only learning how to speak English and now, as an adult, is making valiant attempts at trying to learn Spanish. But being a public figure, she has to try and speak it publicly, while I can attempt to learn Tagalog in the comforts of my own home. 

She knows how to squeeze in some self- promotion while being patriotic. Lopez has no shame when it comes to promotion, especially when it comes to promoting herself. No one does celebrity quite as well as J.Lo. This was on full display for President Joe Biden’s inauguration when she was performed a medley of not just “This Land Is Your Land” and “America the Beautiful”, but added her song “Let’s Get Loud” into the mix because we got loud with our vote. 

She’s the original booty queen. Before Kim K., there was J.Lo and don't you ever forget it!

She’s given us our modern day Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton tabloid romance. Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck have already given us 20 years worth of tabloid fodder and I’m sure there’s more to come. While Ben and Jen have gotten together twice already, they’ve only been married once. Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton got married twice so the ball is still in your court Bennifer. 

She’s a hard worker. This may be what has drawn me to Jennifer Lopez for all these years. She’s a hard worker. She is someone who has to show you the work to show you that it amounts to something. As long as you work hard, you’re special, right? We may not have been destined or gifted with the vocation we’ve chosen, but we’re going to work hard in order to make it work. Lopez has made it work, but it’s work. What has made some of the greats great onscreen is that you don’t see the work. It’s effortless. Jennifer Lopez is a star, and she still has what I believe to be several more decades left of entertaining us. I hope she doesn’t have to work so hard to show us that and for us to finally embrace her as she is.

She gave us 3 iterations of This Is Me… Now. As she says in the behind the scenes documentary, The Greatest Love Story Never Told, of her album This Is Me… Now, “It's not like anybody was clamoring for the next J. Lo record, you know what I mean?” and yet she gave us 3 different projects surrounding said record. The record itself, a play on her album, This Is Me… Then, released about 20 years later in which she finds herself again with Ben Affleck. A don’t call it a music video, so a music journey with moving pictures using songs from the album to create a loose narrative. And a behind the scenes making of the record/not music video. And guess what, unlike most of the public, I consumed and loved all of it! 

She loves her children. While we cannot believe everything someone posts on social media, as it’s crafted for us to think a certain way about their lives, I choose to believe that Lopez really is an awesome, loving, supporting, and caring mom. 

She believes in love. ❤️

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Hey -- I don’t suggest anyone read under the cut it’s just me venting and stuff, because I don’t really have anywhere else to vent, so here I am. If you decide to do so anyway, there are trigger warnings below. Not that it matters, because I’m going to post privately, so hopefully no one / not too many people have to see it, but on the off chance tumblr fucks me over like it usually does when new features are added ... fuck, I wanna burn this hellsite down some days ! 

Tw: Overall negative little funk I’ve been in - I’ve been going through it my dude. drinking/alcohol mentions, mental illness mentions. 

I’ve not been okay for the last month, but it’s all come to a head the last few days. ( It always does though when I have a perfectly steady supply of whiskey or rum or something. )  Just thinking about the past: & all the friends I used to have here & some IRL ( but I don’t have the energy to talk about them ). I only really speak to one of them from here anymore, ( Not often - but they still exist ) ! The other three are either gone or so far removed from where I knew them from I can’t find them. Not that I want to, there’s a reason people move on. It’s selfish and stupid to think it was my fault, but ya know the paranoia and raging mental illness don’t fuckin help. Never really been good with change. Regardless, wherever they are currently chasing their bliss, I wish them the best. I’m a bit beyond asking myself the usual roll call of questions. Doubt the drinking helps it all if really want to own up to it.

Don’t get it twisted, I love, adore, and genuinely care for the friends in my life now and the new ones I’m making too ! I wouldn’t trade that for anything, but sometimes - those chapters I thought were shut from the past come creeping open again and it hurts all over same as it did all that time ago. I also know that I’m incredibly stand-offish and don’t often open up to new people, so maybe work on that. 

I need to get a grip, yeah. I know - but I had to let it out first. I think I’ll give it another day to cry it out and be sad and mopey. Fuck, I’m exhausted from trying to fake happy for everyone else around me. Could I please end this year in a little misery on my own ? Super edgy right ? Very Keith Urban - Tonight I wanna cry-ish. 

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An Unhealthy Obsession: Chapter Twenty Six

Jennifer Jarreau: Part One | Melting Icebergs

So sorry for the late update! I just got a new job and I've been in training for it. Thank you all for your support and I can't wait to keep writing. ^.^

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A few agents were assigned to transfer your belongings from Hotch’s house to Agent Jarreau’s. They were told that you would try to smuggle items in and moved everything while you worked at Quantico. Though, you weren’t sure what you’d try to sneak in, considering all your belongings were now “official evidence” and stored away.

As much as Hotch intimidated you, you dreaded going to live with Agent Jarreau for a while. Hotch tended to just be static and monotone – something you could work with. Jarreau was another story; she was bitter and cold towards you, a resentment you weren’t looking forward to trying to crack. You weren’t sure if it could, either.

It seems Spencer was back in the office, and the stress in the security was high. The guards and staff did their absolute best to make sure you were never in Quantico at the same time as him; not just the same room, the whole building. They shifted your schedule to start extremely early and end in the afternoon, when Spencer would come in and work evenings.

“I can’t believe that because of you,” Agent Jarreau complained, “I have to get up at the crack of dawn now. This all was already stressful before you came in.”

She was on her way to take you to her home, where she informed you not to touch anything without permission, and that she’d be keeping a keen eye on you. You didn’t doubt it.

“The job is stressful, or stuck with me is terrible?” You tried to clarify.

“I like my job,” she retorted, “it’s you that stresses me out more than anything.”

Great.

The awkward silence between you grew until Jarreau turned on the radio, breaking the quiet with Keith Urban crackling through AM waves.

“You listen to country?”

She rolled her eyes. “You don’t like country music?”

“No, no, no,” you lied through your teeth, “it’s…great. My favorite.”

The silence continued.

“So,” you coughed, trying to make conversation, “do you listen to the older stuff? Like Johnny Cash or Dolly Parton?” You could work with that, at least.

Jarreau kept her eyes on the road. “No,” she replied. “I like the newer stuff that’s more pop.”

Great.

You sat in the passenger seat, shifting every once in a while on your ride home. The uncomfortable aura around you two was thick enough to cut with a knife. Finally, you arrived. It looked like a normal suburban house with a flag out front and trim-cut grass. She led into the home, which was decorated like the inside of a HomeGoods store.

You were a little surprised to see “Live, Laugh, Love” signs in her home, but it didn’t shock you. It felt comfortable and in muted colors, much more lived-in than Hotch’s home. Still, it felt more suburban than you were expecting.

A voice echoed from the couch.

“Howdy! You must be Y/N.”

A man stood up that you recognized immediately.

“Y/N, this is my husband, Will.”

He smiled at you warmly, and stuck his hand out towards you.

“JJ here told me you were a new intern for the Bureau,” he spoke with a Cajun drawl, “and you didn’t have a place for now. You’re staying with us for a bit, I’m reckoning.”

You turned to look at Agent Jarreau. Did she not tell him who you really were? She didn’t meet your eyes, instead finding odd things to fidget with on the kitchen island counter. You shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Will.” The warmth and dampness of his hands surprised you, and you heard yourself say “Oh, your hands are warm” out loud.

He laughed.

“Sorry about that!” He wiped his hands on his worn denim jeans. “Stressful day at work, you know?”

He motioned over to the leather couch.

“Come on’n over. I wanna hear more about’cha.”

You turned to Agent Jarreau for permission, and she nodded, opening up the refrigerator.

“So,” Will asked, “where’re you from?”

“Um…” you fidgeted with your hands. It was different when there was only one federal agent you had to worry about living with, now there were two. “West Coast. Cali, originally.”

He smiled and nodded.

“Your dialect sounded so.”

You heard Agent Jarreau call your name from the kitchen, and excused yourself from the conversation. Albeit being free to walk the house, a heavy weight seemed to fall on your body as you made your way over to the blonde woman.

“Help me make dinner, will you?”

She handed you some carrots and a knife. If she trusted enough with a knife, that should be something – right?

“Do you want them diced, sliced, or what?”

She placed a pot of water on the stove and lit the flame on the gas underneath it.

“Doesn’t really matter,” she shrugged as she grabbed spices out of the cabinet. “Just small enough, I guess.”

You worked with the carrots, peeling and cutting them. Once they were done, she gave you celery. Potatoes, and sausage.

“Can I ask what we’re making?”

Agent Jarreau tossed in your completed work into the pot.

“It’s a Southern dish – Will’s mom gave me the recipe. He moved up for me,” she looked into the other room at her husband stretching out on the couch, “so I’ve been trying to bring a piece back to him.”

“That’s sweet,” you replied.

She took a pause before speaking again.

“I didn’t tell Will about…you, or your case. I’m sure you picked up on it.”

You nodded.

“If I’m honest with you,” she stated, “he’s been in a bit of a low point at the moment. He’s been seeing a counselor but there’s only so much they can do. When I told him we’d have someone living with us for a bit, Will’s face lit up.”

Piecing it together, you tried to work your way through it.

“And if he knew that I…”

“Kidnapped Spence? Held him against his will for months?” She shook her head. “I couldn’t tell him that. So, please…

Please be on your best behavior, okay?”

You turned to look out to the other room, where Will waved back to you.

“Don’t worry; I’ll try to be a fun new employee that’s just staying here for a bit,” you reassured. “But that also means you have to act like you don’t hate me around him.”

She started to refute, but you interrupted before she could continue.

“If you don’t have a reason to hate me in this hypothetical scenario,” you shook some seasonings into the pot, “then he’ll think something is up. You can trash talk me all you want on the ride to the office, but you have to at least tolerate me in front of him.”

She leaned against the wall and peered her eyes at you. Agent Jarreau turned her head.

“Fine.”

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Your parents always said the acting classes you took in high school would be useless, but everything about your time with Agent Jarreau proved that wrong.

In the home, you two acted like great coworkers, laughing and sharing meals together. Will was none the wiser, and loved having you over. He had recently gotten into video games (he said that it helped keep his cognitive skills sharp) and you played with him often. Agent Jarreau wasn’t into games as much, and he was thankful to have a second player.

But once outside the house, on the carpool to work or at the office, the distaste she had for you appeared again, and it was back to the normal state of being. She wasn’t as aggressive as she was cold, bumping into every so often and making you spill coffee or your daily papers. You tried your best to stay on her good side, which usually meant she stayed out of your way.

You missed living with Hotch.

Even if it was quiet and awkward at the beginning, you didn’t have to put up fake smiles or try to appease an unmoving wall. Agent Jarreau did not seem to budge on her opinion of you, no matter what you did.

You caught Hotch talking to her one time inside his office.

“Has she done anything violent or acted on anything intrusive? Anything that would require us to lock her up?”

“No,” you heard her muttered, “she’s completely normal. Or at least, normal for her.”

“Then what’s the problem? Why displace her?” Hotch answered back.

Displace her…?

“I just don’t know if I want her in my home. You know with Will and all, and I don’t want to lead him on false pretenses.”

Was she trying to move you elsewhere?

“Whose idea was it to lie to Will about Y/N’s case?”

“Mine,” she answered quickly, “but – “

You leaned harder against the door.

“-But nothing, Jarreau. You chose to do that, and if it’s too hard to continue playing charades, that’s no one’s fault but your own.”

“I’m just afraid that Will’s getting too attached. He’s seeing her as a friend instead of…”

“What, a criminal? An evil that needs to be locked up?”

“YES!” she exclaimed exasperated.

You couldn’t hear more as Hotch began to get quieter and the noise through the door became more mumbled. As the door opened, you tried to distance yourself and make it look like you were on your way to his office, and not just standing outside listening.

Agent Jarreau didn’t meet your eyes but hurried off in another direction. Hotch followed her to the door of his office and watched as she marched down the stairs. He sighed and turned his direction towards you.

“You have the documents I asked Garcia for?”

You nodded, staying silent, and handed it to him without a word. He rummaged through the papers, checking if they were all in order.

“You know, Jarreau’s not the biggest fan of you.”

“I’m aware,” you said softly, waiting to be dismissed.

“And she’s not making it easy for you, is she?”

You turned your head down to your shoes. “No, not exactly, if I’m honest.”

He took the papers and placed them on his desk. You waited for him outside his door, seeing if he had anything else to say. He came back with her trademarked stern expression.

“She’s been keeping the team local on cases, so we don’t have to travel and worry about you. But because of that, there’s been more cases going up that the rest of the country needs our help with.”

You weren’t sure how to respond.

“Agent LaMontagne would count as your guardian if we left the state, since you’re staying at their residence. Because of Jarreau’s decisions, I have a feeling will be gone for quite a while.”

“I see,” you murmured. That explains the conversation you heard.

“Your duties in this office will remain while we’re gone,” he explained, “and you’ll be back to regular hours. Your favorite person will be joining us on our trips, so security won’t need to worry about setting up those boundaries during our absence.”

You peaked up.

“Spencer? He’ll be with you?”

Hotch revealed a soft smile.

“We’ll need him. And maybe if you behave well enough, we can arrange something,” he leaned in and whispered the next part “a way to talk, off the table.”

You nodded, trying to hide your giddiness.

“Yes, sir.”

He began to walk off towards the debriefing room.

“Now, I need about 10 more copies of this case. And 10 copies of the cases in Wisconsin, Texas, and Oregon.”

“Yes, sir,” you replied as you scurried off, exciting for this “off the table” opportunity.

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Agent Jarreau didn’t speak much to you that night, Will catching wind that something was off that day. She tried to excuse it as a rough day in the office, but nobody really bought it. The dinner before the team’s departure was quiet, and you played around with your food.

She and Will went upstairs after dinner and left you to the dishes. You heard the click of a lock and the soft words of a conversation. The soapy water and scrubbing of the half-eaten dinner kept your mind occupied, although you still wondered what they might be saying. You plunged your hands into the warm water and continued washing.

After drying the dishes and putting everything away, Will came down the stairs – alone.

“She, uh, told me.”

He scratched his head and avoided your gaze.

“About why you’re living with us and all that shit,” he clarified. “Shit – you kidnapped someone?”

You took a second, relaxing the tension in your shoulders and removing the façade.

“In lack of better terms,” you confessed, “I guess. But I’m not gonna take you or anyone else, for that matter.”

He scoffed.

“What, am I not yer type?”

You couldn’t tell if it was a rhetorical or serious question. You shuffled over to the living room and toyed around with the decorations littering the room.

“So I guess she wasn’t kidding. Shit, though,” he continued, “you don’t seem like the criminal type to me.”

“That’s why I’m staying with you all. To prove that.”

Will came over and took the photo frame you were toying with out of your hand. He glanced at the photo, a picture of him and Agent Jarreau holding hands in the fall leaves. He shook his head and placed it down.

“I wish she was just honest off the bat about all this. I’m not upset at you,” he turned to say to you.

Taken aback by his comment, he clarified.

“I mean, you’ve done what you did and it sounds like you’re learning your lesson; whatever. But the fact my own wife lied to me and did it so easily…”

“She just wanted you to enjoy having a friend or someone else in the house, I think.” You tread carefully over your words. “I have enjoyed being here and getting to know you, anyway.”

“You consider me a friend?”

You hadn’t really thought about it when you said it. Still, you two had played games together and watched the cheesiest movies. Bring at their house, you spent more time with Will than any interaction you had with Agent Jarreau.

“Yeah,” you smiled, “I guess so.”

Agent Jarreau came down the stairs with a small messenger bag and a duffle packed full. She placed them both near the front door and shuffled her way over to the two of you.

“I, uh, told him,” she crossed her arms uncomfortably, staring at the ground. “If he’s going to be your guardian when I’m gone, he should know the rules and why, at least.”

The two shared an uncomfortable glance, then looked away quickly. It was hard to tell what was on Agent Jarreau’s mind, if anything at all. She could give a poker face when needed, and it seemed like one of those occasions.

“What time are you leaving?” you asked.

She checked her watch. “I’m leaving the house at 6:30 tomorrow morning. I’m… not sure when I’ll be back.”

“Apparently,” Will gritted through his teeth, “she kept the team back so they’re gonna be on a road a bit, solving the mysteries that keep stacking up.”

“We prefer the term ‘cases,’” she snapped back, “but yes, there are a few cities that need our help.”

You wished that there was something you could do to ease the situation, but nothing came to mind. The best you could hope for was a resolution when the team returned home.

“I’ll let you get some sleep,” you responded after a while. “You may not know when you’ll get a good night again.”

You walked out of the room towards your temporary living quarters when you heard a “Good night, Y/N” behind you. You didn’t turn around to see who it was, but left the couple to their own altercations.

By the time you awoke the next morning, Agent Jarreau’s bags were gone and the house was still. Outside of you getting ready for the office, nothing stirred inside the house. A black car waited outside the house for you, and you assumed it was your newly assigned carpool.

You grabbed some breakfast and headed out of the house, towards the obsidian car lurking next to the driveway. Once you reached it, you climbed in the backseat, and the man driving the car handed you a burner phone. Unaware of what to do with it, you reluctantly took it and slid your seatbelt over you. As the car turned on and began moving, it rang. Worried about who might be on the other end, you answered the fourth ring.

“H-hello?”

“You know, it’s usually rude to not introduce yourself on a call, but I think we can excuse it this time.”

The sweet voice rang in your ears as you realized who was calling.

“Oh my god – Spencer.”

You heard a chuckle through the phone.

“The one and only,” he replied. “Now listen – “

You put your ear close.

“ – We only have a few minutes. Hotch gave me this burner phone and I’m meeting with the rest of the team soon.” His voice started to shake. “God, it’s so good to hear you again.”

You almost choked. Is this what Hotch was talking about? You had so much to say, so much you wanted to ask, but you could only get out:

“I’ve missed you so much, Spence.”

“I can’t wait to see you again Y/N. How are you doing? Are they treating you okay?”

You began to tear up; after weeks of chaos and being thrown around in an unfamiliar world, his voice calmed you and felt soothing to your soul.

“It’s going okay,” you confessed, “I’m staying with Will and Agent Jarreau right now. Well, she’s with you now, so I guess just Will.” He laughed and you continued. “How are you? Are you okay? What’s been –”

“Slow down, Y/N! I can only talk so fast.” You held the phone closer to you, almost wishing you could feel his breath through the receiver. “I’m okay. It’s all good. I’m back doing cases again and hopefully, we can get you out of there soon.”

His voice lowered. “I can’t wait to see you again. I didn’t realize how much I really cared about you until I couldn’t see you anymore.”

A weight sunk in your heart and your breath got heavy.

“I know they’re teaching your lesson on not kidnapping people or along those lines,” he continued, “but if you hadn’t – I might not have ever met you.” He whispered the next line:

“Thank you.”

You heard shuffling and movement in the background.

“I’ll try and call later, we just got with the team. It looks like this case might be a big one.” He sighed. “Is there anything you want to say before I join them?”

You tried to rustle through your mind. So much to feel and think and say, and none of it sounding poetic in any way.

“I can’t wait to see you again,” you finally stammered out. “I miss seeing you and being with you. The next time I see you I’m going to love on you like there’s no tomorrow.”

“I hope that’s a promise,” he purred into the phone, “but in the meantime, I’ll call you later.”

You opened your mouth to say goodbye, but the caller hung up before you could say anything. You handed the phone back to the driver as you reached the BAU headquarters. The echoes of his voice and laugh warmed you, and you wished that those few minutes could’ve lasted longer.

The driver parked the car and opened the door for you. Before you could take off to your position in the offices, he held up his hand to stop you.

“I’m not allowed to ask questions or comment,” the driver spoke, “but I just wanted to warn you that you’re having to do a prison visit while the team is gone.”

Prison visit?

“With who? Why?”

He shook his head.

“I can’t tell you the why but I just wanted to give you a heads up.” He shivered. “I wouldn’t want to deal with that freak, and I don’t know if anyone would.”

Now that the warm feelings from talking to Spencer were slowly beginning to dissipate in the anxiety, you pushed more.

“Who? Who is it?”

“The name’s George Foyet. And before I let you go, I’ll say one more thing:

He asked for you, specifically. By name.”

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Terrible to Meet You - A Harry Styles One Shot - Act 3, Hearts beat not fail

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Harry wants to get out of the house. Alex wants to get home.

Alex meets Harry at at crossroads. Harry meets Alex on a one way street.

A coffee shop OU fic feat. lattes, lamingtons & that Great Unfathomable Feeling.

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Read Act 1 & 2 Here

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Four Walls 'I wanna make you feel how I feel when I'm listening to love songs'

For their first date, Harry took Alex to his favourite spot at the top of Golders Hill Park, the place with the view that often derailed his outdoor runs, it was so breathtaking.

For the two weeks leading up to him asking her, Harry made an effort to occasionally visit The Daily Dose in the afternoon as well as his daily morning visit.

On those afternoons he and Alex would usually end up in the park near the cafe-—just like that first time—spending hours talking about what they were watching or reading or telling each other about friends or family members, travel adventures and failures. Once, Harry listened to Alex list her top five arguments between her flatmates, which ranged from week-long silent treatments over unstacking the dishwasher to a year-long war over missing socks. Alex liked hearing about all the things Harry loved about being back home in London indefinitely. Harry's favourite thing was when Alex got passionate and started 'swearing in Australian' as he phrased it.

When he admitted to only knowing Australian music to be the likes of Kylie Minogue, Keith Urban and Gotye, Alex vowed to educate him. Later that evening, a text came through a link to a Spotify playlist and Harry listened to nothing else for months.

Neither said it to the other, but as their hearts watched their exchanges—beady little eyes flicking back and forth like tennis spectators inside rib cages—there was a sense a story was unravelling before them Harry and Alex were powerless to control. Harry saw it all as instantly as a human could, while Alex needed half an inch of beckoning to read along with the words on their page. How perfectly two stars aligned—one coming home while the other looked to a home on the too-far horizon.

Alex hadn't ever felt comfortable with someone so quickly, and it was rare for attraction to last for her. Romantically, her endeavours in London always fell a little flat, and she generally ended up on dates with other Australians. Or Kiwis.

Harry went against what she'd experienced before; he made eye contact, and he was attentive in conversations, he remembered little things and threads between her stories that made Alex feel heard and seen. He teased when she swore too much and asked questions when he didn't know something.

So, when Harry lay the picnic rug for them on the grass, only to discover it was covered in muddy paw prints and hair, she enjoyed the opportunity to laugh at him, and to be comforted by the nerves he rarely showed as he kicked the back of the rug in haste trying to clean it off. He lay it back down and sheepishly admitted it was usually for saving his sister's dog from messing up the back seats of his car when Harry dog-sat for her.

He looked flustered and thrown, and Alex thought it was perfect.

"Do you think Paul's face is permanently going to look like that?" Harry asked, waiting for her to glance over at him before doing his best rendition of Paul's smug expression. She laughed as Harry went back to pulling out the provisions he'd brought with him; snacks and water, a book for Alex to borrow, his film camera and then finally, a small, cardboard box from a bakery in East London he was anxious to give her. Alex put down the coffees they'd brought with them from The Daily Dose (Harry was proudly calling his a long black now) as Harry handed her what he hoped would be his silver bullet.

He glanced back up at her where she was standing to the side, taking in the park around them. He was glad he seemed to have taken her to somewhere new. This was his favourite place in London. Before Harry picked her up, Alex swapped her work clothes for a blue and white dress with just two thin straps up over her shoulders. Harry couldn't keep his eyes from settling on the freckles over her collarbones, he was utterly entranced by the newly exposed skin. She only got more attractive to him, although as he nearly spilled the honey almonds everywhere, he was sure the catalogue of moments where he looked like an idiot in front of her only grew.

"It's his universe stuff again," she adjusted the sunglasses on her nose, and shut her eyes beneath her glasses, tuning into the feeling of warmth from the sun around them. She was thinking about how the heat in London felt utterly different from the summers at home. The summer she'd give anything for right now, along with the feeling of home. In summer London got warm, but it didn't swelter like she craved. It was a crisp, clean warmness that she felt safe basking in. At home, weeks of heat started to feel suffocating and heavy.

"Does he still think I'm your cosmic event?" Harry asked after a quiet moment, thinking of Paul's declaration from a few days before. The two hearts leaned in closer, Harry's holding a hand out to Alex's.

Alex hummed out a sound that could go either way, turning around to see if she could help Harry setting up at all, "He also thinks Brad and Jen are going to get back together."

Harry squinted up at her, trying to appear unbothered as he patted the rug in invitation, "Could still happen though, right?"

Taking the few steps to the edge of the rug, she looked at him, taking in the way his bottom lip was pulled between his teeth. Was he talking about the celebrity couple or … "Maybe?"

It wasn't a conversation for their first date though, so Harry diverted it, "I'm still holding out hope for Ross and Rachel, to be honest."

When they were settled in their spot on the side of the hill, the expanse of parkland in front of them, Harry stretched his legs out lazily in front of him, watching as Alex lowered herself down and crossed hers in a pretzel sit beside him. He was hyper-aware of the spot on the side of his left thigh Alex's knee lightly pressed up against. Neither of them moved away from the other.

Slowly, Alex turned her attention back to the box, "What's this?"

"Open it," Harry smiled, "I got you something."

Alex felt her cheeks heat as he watched her fold back the top to reveal what was sitting inside.

Lamingtons.

Harry brought her lamingtons.

"How did you know about these?" Alex marvelled.

"I Googled 'How to get an Australian to fall for you', and this was Step One."

Alex felt her cheeks warm further and saw Harry notice it, "That's not something you can Google, surely."

He grinned back at her, itchy on the inside somehow and tingling all over, "I think at this point, you can Google literally anything."

Alex picked one up and held it between her fingers, struggling to take in the gesture of it. As she chewed through her first, tentative bite she thought of making the small cakes in her grandmother's kitchen during school holidays. They were such a nostalgic food, one that Alex hadn't thought about for a long time. As soon as Harry opened the box though, she was back to being ten-years-old, her feet sticking to the lino of her grandparent's kitchen while all her cousins, sandy and pink from the beach, fought over the plate while being scolded for flinging coconut pieces up the walls.

She took another bite of the lamington and a sip of her tea.

"These are bloody good," Harry's voice was muffled by his mouthful of chocolate, coconut sponge.

Alex laughed at him, "They're one of my favourites."

Harry's face lit up instantly, he'd hit the mark perfectly. He took the next step tentatively, "I really like you, Alex."

"I really like you too," Alex looked up at him, finding the words surprisingly easy to conjure despite the fact hearing them from Harry drilled a shaking fear through her. Her feelings all clicked into place a little too quickly with his, or so it seemed. She didn't know how to square the want for him with her need to leave, to get home. Nothing in her was as sure as the longing for Australia.

His gaze on her was expressionless, but not in an unsettling way, Harry was merely watching her, and Alex found herself calming, and settling into the moment. In fact, she watched him right back, as if hunting for the next piece in whatever puzzle they'd started together.

An exacerbated laugh let her lips eventually, and Harry's expression changed to silently question what was going through her head.

She was grinning at him from her spot beside him, hair framing her face as the sky behind them warmed with the sunset, "Doesn't this feel a little surreal?"

Harry could put his finger on the shared feeling immediately, "Feels like we've done this before, doesn't it?"

She nodded, "What was Step Two?" Alex asked him.

&&&

It rained.

Which, in hindsight, Harry should have made provisions for. It started lightly, and he and Alex stopped talking and looked at each other in shock. She held out her palm to the sky and started laughing while they both waited to see whether it was a passing sun shower or something that would settle in.

Only a few minutes later, they were scrambling into Harry's car almost completely drenched through. Alex hadn't stopped laughing, which Harry took to be a good thing, and it was contagious because he found himself with a sore stomach from his own laughter as well.

"Jesus Christ," he breathed out, wiping the hair from his forehead.

"When it rains, it pours here, doesn't it," Alex held herself in an upright position leaning forward to avoid her warm, wet skin sticking to Harry's seats. Her arms hung in the air in front of her as Alex collected the water droplets along her arms with her fingers.

"Don't worry about the car," Harry read her manoeuvring, swallowing away the wave of lust that swept through him at the sight of her singlet stuck to her body and the damp sheen of her skin. "Are you okay?"

"Yep, I'm good," she grinned over at him, hair stuck to her temples and neck, looking invigorated by the decimation of Harry's perfectly planned afternoon, not put out by it, "You don't have an old gym towel kicking out back there, do you?" She gestured to the back seat.

Harry's face screwed up, "No, and even if I did, I would not be offering you a used gym towel!"

"Usually, that would reassure me."

"I've got clean ones at home," Harry started slowly, "It's just around the corner …"

Alex vacillated between being terrified Harry liked her just as much as she liked him, and berating herself for the feeling.

A smile was splitting his face as he waited for his response, Alex envied the ease behind his charm, "Let's go."

&&&

Alex instantly loved his house.

It was clean and warm and understated. As Harry led her, he named the room as he went. Alex tried equally to take every inch in and tattoo it to the inside of her skull, trawling it for details and lessons about Harry, while at the same time trying desperately not to appear too nosy or eager.

Her dress was wet and uncomfortably stuck skin to her as they went.

There was an awkward moment when Harry left her in his laundry with a bathrobe and instructions to take off her wet clothes while he ran upstairs to do the same. A few minutes later, (during which Alex agonised over whether to take off her underwear or not) Harry quietly knocked on the door and said Alex's name as he came in with a fresh outfit and an armful of his own for the washing machine.

When they got to the kitchen, he offered to put the kettle on, and Harry's movement prompted her to notice an appliance sitting tucked away in the corner on the bench.

"What's that!"

Harry turned around at the sound of her cry, he'd been trying to breathe through thoughts of Alex wrapped in his robe which was somehow setting off a loud (horny) alarm in him, "What? What's what?"

"That!" Alex went towards him, a look of horror on her face as she stared at the espresso machine he barely used anymore, "Harry! What the hell is this?"

"Oh," he rested his hip against the bench and crossed his arms over his chest, "That?"

Alex bumped his shoulder with the heel of her hand, "You don't need to buy coffee every day, look at this beauty."

Harry felt her thigh pressed against his. He didn't move away from the touch. Instead, he let his palm find the small of her back while she ran her fingertips over the top of the silver machine in front of them, "I think you know why I do, actually, need to buy coffee every day."

Watching her in profile, Harry saw her lips quirked in understanding, although Alex tried to hide it.

When she was quiet for a few beats too long, Harry prompted her, "Alex?"

"It's Paul's clairvoyant services, isn't it?"

"It's really not," Harry laughed, "Although it was impressive he guessed my favourite Friends character based off my coffee order."

Alex rolled her eyes, "It was a lucky guess."

Harry laughed and leaned closer to her, angling himself so they were face to face and he could hear the unsteadiness of her breathing, "I go every day to see you," he tells her simply.

"I know," she pressed her lips together and flexed her fingers out from the fists they'd been squeezed in. "I'm glad you do."

"But you can come over and use this anytime you want," Harry said of his machine. His nose was so close to Alex's it almost itched.

He knew to kiss her then as if he'd lived it before or it was a moment that happened in another life, and something in Harry remembered it. Hearts reached out for each other and fell together in the centre as Harry's lips pressed to Alex's, there was a sigh of souls as if two pieces of time clicked together perfectly.

After not even a minute of having Harry's mouth against hers, Alex felt breathless, his chest pressing into the bulkiness of the bathrobe around her. She laughed at something her body understood, but she didn't yet, leaning away from Harry to take a breath and finding his lips greedy to keep her there.

"Harry, Harry, stop," Alex finally put her hands on him, fingers curving over the top of his shoulders and squeezing lightly.

He was breathless in front of her as well, faces together and lips upturned, "Yes?"

"This is insane, we shouldn't… This … This is insane." She laughed, her head moving back and forth.

Harry's brows furrowed, but the smile stayed across the rest of his face, "What is? Why is it insane?"

Alex wasn't enjoying stopping it, "I'm sorry, I don't—Don't you think starting something is a bad idea?"

His head tilted to one side, "I happen to think it's an excellent idea, actually."

"It's insane," her heart wasn't in the protest though.

"It's not," He argued back gently, sensing Alex stepping through something in her head. Something that Harry probably needed stepping through as well, "This happens."

"It does?"

"Two people meeting by chance and both being crazy for each other from the start? Yes."

"But this year …"

He grinned, swaying and holding her eyes with his, "Just agree and say you're crazy for me, Alex."

Alex half-rolled her eyes as she accepted the kiss coming her way, chaste and sweet, "I mean, the world is ending, Harry—

—If the world is ending," he gave her a look, "Then this is the best time, this is the time to just take your shot. What have you got to lose?"

Alex couldn't force herself into the same blind faith, "Nothing's for certain anymore."

Harry's gaze softened, "Nothing except how you feel, nothing except the person right in front of you, right now."

The person in front of her wasn't someone Alex was looking for at all.

"What's going to happen?" Alex asked, sounding young and unsure. Her fingers reached for Harry's, and she linked herself to him silently.

Harry replied honestly, "I don't know, but I want to find out."

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505 'Oh, when you look at me like that, my darling, what did you expect?'

She woke with Harry's hand resting heavily across her ribs.

It took Alex's brain only a few seconds before her eyes flew open, and she reached aimlessly for her phone, "Shit."

4:12am.

Shit, she thought, brain drunk on sleep as her chest lit up with panic.

Alex wasn't of right mind, and so her attempt to slip out from Harry's bed and skip across the room for her belongings was met by staunch resistance from him. Immediately at her movement, his grip tightened in his sleep, and Harry's body leaned closer to her, his arm extending further around Alex's torso as his face contorted in a frown.

"Harry," she said more urgently, his bedroom dark and still around them, "I have to go."

Those words turned the lights on in his head, and Harry's eyes opened in the darkness, "What?"

It was four weeks since the first time she had been to his house but the night before was the first time Alex stayed over on a weeknight. (Weekends had almost exclusively been spent together) She didn't remember falling asleep. Things got heated after dinner and a movie on Harry's sofa and two orgasms later exhausted, so it seems, they broke the weeknight rule.

Alex wriggled away with the slight loosening of Harry's hold, "I have to go," she repeated.

Harry raised his head up to look for the time, "No, it's 4am, Al, no."

"We fell asleep," Alex covered his wrist with her hand and pulled it up with the duvet and started to kick her legs out. "I have to go home first before work."

"Why?" Harry asked, sitting up and squinting in the darkness to see where she was moving. He didn't understand why Alex never took advantage of the fact he lived closer to her job than she did.

"I don't have work clothes here."

"Alex," his arm lunged towards where the last of her was slipping out of his reach. Harry got a hold of her elbow and gently tugged it towards him, Alex's movement stopped, and he heard a quiet sigh come from her lips, "We'll find you something to wear here."

"Harry," she protested. Wearing a man's clothes only worked in movies, Alex had boobs and hips and wasn't any part of her that wished for the hit to her self esteem trying any of his clothes would provide.

"Alex."

"You won't have anything that will work for me."

Fit, fit was the word she meant.

Harry groaned, still barely able to think straight from being woken from the deepest sleep, "It's four o'clock in the morning, Alex, what were you going to do, get an Uber across London for a t-shirt and jeans? I'll give you a shirt, and you can wear the jeans you wore yesterday."

"I need black jeans for work."

"Paul won't care, and I'll drive you too," Harry thought it pertinent to try sweetening the deal, although he thought it went without saying. His next words came out more firmly, "I'm not letting you leave at 4am, come back go bed."

Alex obeyed, but she felt betrayed by her mind for giving in mostly due to sleepiness. Harry's chest was warm, and with the duvet back around her, she lay awake with the sound of his deep breathing as he slept on. It didn't take long for tears to prickle her eyes and a thick hotness to coat the back of her throat. Here she was in the arms of a man who'd completely taken her life by surprise, yet Alex had an overwhelming yearning for a place on the other side of the world.

Every time she spoke to her sister about the baby or heard from her brother and his fiancé about their wedding, the fire inside her raged with a frustrated and fierce calling for home.

How could she be so desperate to leave while at the same time feel like she had everything to lose in going? She sensed her life had come to be ruled by two separate timers: one counting down to the moment she got on a flight back home, and the other simultaneously counting down her time with Harry. One timer ticking down to something she wanted so much, but it also signified her losing something she had no idea she would get.

Shit, she thought.

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Harry thought it was funny how Alex thought Paul didn't know they were seeing each other.

When he dropped her off at work that morning, she was adamant they go early, and he was not to pull up outside The Daily Dose. Harry had a right mind to call up his mum and apologise for all the times he or his sister asked her to do something similar dropping them off to school.

Alex was wearing the jeans she wore to his house on Saturday—and again on Sunday, evidentially she wasn't bothered wearing them twice in one weekend—and a long-sleeve t-shirt of his from somewhere along the line. It was a teal green Harry had not been keen on in the slightest until he saw Alex in it. She knotted it with a hair tie at her waist to fix it being too long on her. (Harry hadn't said he told her so)

"Do you want to stay over again tonight?" He asked, the engine running as he leant to peer around the street corner towards where the cafe was, "Are you sure I can't just drive you around to the front?

She shook her head at his second question, and then answered his first, "And run into the same clothing problem again?"

Harry smirked and ran his eyes across her chest, thinking of the moments immediately after he saw her wearing his shirt and how he promptly removed it from her, "I don't recall there being any problem."

"Harry!"

"We've broken the weeknight rule now, it's moot," he bargained. Trying not to think about the fact that at any moment, she could get the phone call or email that would mean he'd lose her. Harry wanted nothing more for her than for Alex to have certainty about getting back to her family in Australia, but that didn't mean the selfish half of him wasn't greedy for all the time he could get. "We can go and pick up some stuff from your place, I'll come to pick you up at three."

"You're relentless," she was halfway out, her leg out the car door as she gathered her handbag from the floor.

Harry grinned at her, "Sure am! Now, c'mere," he curled his finger at her, leaning his elbow onto the middle console.

Alex leant forward and kissed him, for all her resistence she couldn't help her next question, "Will you come in later this morning for a coffee?"

"Of course," his palm squeezed her forearm, "Have a good day."

He sat and watched her skip down the street and around the corner through the windscreen, smiling like a fool to himself. The phone number Harry dialled next was automatic, he didn't even think twice about how early it was.

"Good morning, my wonderful, son," his mother answered warmly.

"Morning, mum," Harry checked the traffic behind him and turned out onto the road. "How are you?"

"I'm good, my dear, what a treat to hear from you first thing. What's news from London?"

His whole life, he'd heard people say 'when you know, you know'…

"I've met the woman I'm going to marry, mum."

Well, Harry knew.

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Sixteen 'Time. Suddenly, we got no time'

Two weeks later, on a Tuesday, Harry received the kind of phone call he'd do well to avoid ever getting again.

It had just gone 10pm, which was late for Alex to be awake on a work night.

Harry was spread out on the armchair in his bedroom where he'd been reading for the few hours after dinner. His bed beckoned, but he was trying to get through the final few chapters of his book.

Seeing his girlfriend's name flash up on his phone brought a smile to his face.

"Hey you," he answered, sure that she'd be on the other end of the call, bored or frustrated at not being able to sleep. It immediately became clear though, from the first sound Harry heard from her down the line, that something was very wrong. He listened to a shaky intake of breath and something like a whimper from her, "Alex? What's wrong?"

She pressed her hand into her chest to steady herself, "Can I come over?"

Harry was on his feet, "Yes, yes, of course. I can come to get you, where are you?"

"I'm already in an Uber," she said quietly.

"Are you alright? What's happened," Harry urged again, racing down the stairs from the top storey of his house, turning on all the lights as he went, "Alex?"

It was silly how upset she was, Alex couldn't stop the devastation she felt though, "Jess has gone into labour."

Harry stilled, his heartbreaking for her, "Oh, Alex, babe, I'm sorry."

"Yeah," she breathed out, shakily, "I just don't want to be alone right now."

"Is everything okay, I mean, this is early, right?"

"Jess is fine," Alex relayed, "It's just early."

Fifteen minutes later, Harry got a text saying her Uber was about to turn onto his street. He left the front door wide open and went down to meet her on the curb. He watched the headlights of a dark sedan slowly creep towards him, feeling a heavy dread inside him.

She's not supposed to be here for this, he thought to himself. It wasn't fair.

He thought of the conversations they'd already had about what would happen when Alex got notice of her flight back home. It was all Harry wanted for her, despite the fact it would mean living with his heart outside his body. Despite the fact it would put everything up in the air for him. He was determined to have her in his life, just as he was determined to do nothing but blindly encourage and support her return home.

Alex emerged from the back passenger door, saying a sincere thank you to the driver.

"Hey," Harry greeted her, pleased to see an overnight bag hanging off her shoulder.

"Hi," she stepped up to him and straight into his open arms, squeezing herself as tightly as she could against his chest.

&&&

His leg was numb, but Harry wasn't in any hurry to move.

He and Alex were wedged into the corner of his sofa, her lying between his legs with her torso across his, one of his legs propped up on the back cushion while the other wrapped around her hip on the other side.

It had been a little over an hour since she arrived, and Alex was waiting for a phone call confirming the birth of her sister's baby. The two of them had been quietly chatting back and forth while a quiet album played in the background, Alex teary and struggling while Harry did everything he could do soothe her through the waiting. But there was no feeling better, there was no magical way to fix it for her. Alex was as far away as humanly possible from her family at precisely the time she wanted to be with them. Instead of meeting her niece or nephew in person, Alex would be hearing about them from a phone call.

Harry felt the vibration coming from Alex's phone at the same moment she did. She sniffed against his chest and flipped it over where the screen was lit up with an incoming FaceTime. Harry's hands fell away from where they'd been crossed over her back, he watched Alex sit up between his legs and run her sleeve under her eyes.

"It's my brother-in-law," she told him, surprising Harry when she swiped to accept the video call.

The week before, when Harry told his mum about Alex, it was the first time his family had heard of her. And in the time since, Alex admitted her siblings already knew about him. Still, Harry wasn't sure how much they knew of him, and he didn't feel the need or want to insert himself into such an important family moment. Still, Alex wasn't moving away from him or making it seem at like she wanted to be alone for the call. Harry stayed where he was, looking up at Alex and observing her interaction silently from his spot.

"Alex!" The booming voice of her sister's husband filled Harry's warm, London living room.

She held the phone out in front of her face, face splitting into a colossal smile Harry wished he could bottle, "Matt, how is she? What's going on?"

"Jess is great," Matt told her, the white hospital wall behind him giving nothing away, "She did amazing. And we've got a little boy, Alex. He's perfect, you … You can't imagine how perfect."

Tears leaked out of her eyes instantly, "A boy!"

"A little man," he confirmed joyfully, blind with the love of a new parent.

Harry squeezed Alex's hip, feeling emotional himself. Wishing like anything Alex wasn't doing this over a phone screen. She mopped up her tears with the sleeve of her jumper.

"Show me him, where is he?" Alex was desperate to see her nephew, "Where's Jess?"

"She sent me out here to call you, we don't have great reception in the room," Matt explained. "As soon as she's up and moving, she'll call you herself."

"Oh, okay," Alex tried not to sound too disappointed.

Matt knew her well enough to sense it though, "It's alright, Alex. She's desperate to speak to you, Jess wants to be the one to introduce you to him. He's not looking his best at the moment now, anyway," Matt laughed, "They're kinda misshapen when they come out."

"I'm so happy," Alex said happily. "How are you?"

"Me!" Matt laughed, "I'm great. Your sister is a bloody legend. We miss you though."

"I miss you guys, too, more than ever."

Harry looked away from her face, focusing on the black TV screen across the room.

"You'll be back soon though," Matt was upbeat.

"I can't believe you're a dad!" Alex cried out happily, "I'm going to have to start writing down all the corrupt and illegal things I've witnessed you do, so I can turn your kid against you when they're older."

Matt laughed, "Ah, you fucker. I hope they never let you back in then."

&&&

"I'm such a wanker," Harry said into the blackness of his bedroom, sometime after 1am that evening.

Alex was lying beside him, stretched out across his bed with her legs kicked out on top of the bedding. They had the window open, letting in the warm summer air. It was making Alex feel like she could be at home, in a humid Sydney night.

"Why are you a wanker, Harry?"

"All this time, I've been silently glad you missed your flight back in May… Because it meant I got to mee yout. But after tonight, I—I'm such a dick for being happy about that. You should be with your family right now."

Harry wondered how Alex's usual optimism would measure up to his confession. He'd not seen such emotion from her tonight, her ability to snap her way out of negativity up until that point had been nobel. But she was devastated when he answered his phone earlier in the night, and part of Harry was surprised she wanted to be with him at all at the moment. Surely nothing in London could feel good when she longed so desperately for somewhere else.

"You're not a wanker, Harry."

"Well, I feel like one."

"Were you supposed to be in London right now?"

"Sorry?" He asked.

"If this year had gone how you planned," Alex explained, "Would you have been in London right now? Or in May?"

He thought for a moment, "No, I would have been on tour somewhere. Wasn't going to be in London much this year."

Harry had stopped measuring life by where he was meant to be a few months before, it was driving him mad.

Alex rolled over on her side and pulled Harry's arm against her chest, "Do you want me to say I'm glad your tour got cancelled so we had the chance to meet, to make you feel better?"

"Yes, actually," Harry smiled.

"So glad you've basically lost a year of work, don't know what I would have done without my new piece of London arse."

The next sound was her squeal of surprise when Harry launched himself on top of her, burrying his scratchy cheeks into the hollow of her neck and digging his fingers into her soft sides.

&&&

The next day, Alex got the email.

Notification of Repatriation Flight - London (Heathrow) to Sydney

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Silent Readers: Click here Act 4, And love blooms in hearts not fields - coming soon!

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yay!! congratulations!! :D ♥ ♥ ♥ for the song prompts - Till Summer Comes Around by Keith Urban ♥

such a poignant song, thank you for the prompt!

Castiel meets him in the summer: that beautiful boy with the bright, green eyes.

It’s a few days before the Fourth of July, and everyone seems to be at the fair tonight, enjoying themselves beneath the carnival lights with sweat sticky on their skin. Castiel can still taste cotton candy on his tongue, and there’s a giddiness beneath his skin as he looks up at the Ferris wheel from where’s he’s seated.

He’s always loved the boardwalk.

“Mind if I sit?”

For a second, he doesn’t realise that the voice is talking to him, too enveloped in his own thoughts—and then it twigs, and he glances up, towards the boy who is watching him with a half-smile on his face.

“Oh, I—of course,” Castiel says, edging over a little on the wooden step where he’s sitting to make room for the handsome boy who, out of everyone in this crowd, picked out Castiel.

The boy’s smile widens, and he sits down next to Castiel. The step is barely big enough for both of them, so they’re sitting shoulder to shoulder, and Castiel can feel the heat of the boy’s skin against his bicep.

“You from around here?” the boy asks, glancing up as the rollercoaster passes overhead. It’s not in a distracted way, though—it’s observant, as though the boy sees the things that regular people wouldn’t, just because he knows how to watch.

“I am,” Castiel tells him. His whole family is from this state, born and bred. “You?”

“Nah.” The boy shrugs. His green eyes shine beneath the dancing lights. He doesn’t elaborate, and for a minute, they sit side by side, watching the comings and goings of the carnival, until—

“What’s your name?”

Castiel is used to people making fun of his name, and he braces for it now, as he says, “Castiel,” and waits for the boy’s interest to turn into ridicule.

But it doesn’t. Instead, the boy just grins that infectious grin and nudges him gently with his shoulder. “Cool name,” he says, and Castiel can tell that he means it. “I’m Dean.”

And that’s how Castiel meets Dean Winchester.

~

That summer is a whirlwind.

Castiel spends as much time as he possibly can on the boardwalk every summer, but this time it’s different, because this time, he has Dean. Before long, they’re hanging out almost every day—Castiel’s parents don’t overly care what he gets up to, and Dean’s dad will be in town with work for a while yet, so they have all the time in the world.

They finish almost every night by taking a ride on the Ferris wheel, just before the carnival is about to close. That’s when it’s at its quietest, and Dean and Castiel can just sit side by side and look down at the lights of the fair and the dark ocean beyond.

One particular night, they happen to stop at the very top of the Ferris wheel. Castiel kicks his legs idly in the air, and Dean chuckles quietly as their seat rocks. “You like to live dangerously, huh Cas?” he teases, a grin curving his lips.

Castiel has never once in his life lived dangerously, but he nods anyway, only the barest hint of a smile indicating that he’s joking. “I’ve been known to flirt with danger,” he deadpans, and Dean laughs out loud this time.

The lights are dim up here, but it only makes Dean’s eyes shine all the brighter.

Castiel has thought about kissing Dean before, but the urge has never been as strong as it is right now. Dean is watching him back, that grin faded to a smile that seems to hide so much beneath it. So much that Castiel doesn’t know.

He wets his lips, suddenly so dry, and feels his breath hitch in his chest as Dean’s gaze drops. In a single second, the air between them becomes so electric that Castiel almost doesn’t dare to breathe. Slowly, Dean lifts his hand, curving his fingers against Castiel’s jaw, and when Castiel doesn’t pull back, he leans in.

The kiss is soft, slow, Dean’s nose bumping gently against Castiel’s. It’s everything Castiel had hoped it would be and more, and he reaches up to curl his fingers into the front of Dean’s shirt and pull him in closer.

When they separate, Castiel is just is breathless as he had been before, and Dean’s grin shines brighter than the stars.

~

They spend almost every day together, and anyone who knows them knows that they’re completely inseparable—

Until they’re not.

Today feels off—unseasonably cool and with a strange feeling in the air, that kind of electricity that heralds the coming of a storm. He and Dean are meeting at the carnival tonight, just like most nights, and so he focuses on that instead of the strange feeling in his chest.

At first, he thinks Dean is just late, but as he waits by the arcade games for him to show up, the hours passing one by one, the pit in his stomach grows.

Dean doesn’t show up—nor does he show up the next night, or the night after that.

Castiel still waits for him. It’s almost a week before he’s able to accept it for what it is.

Dean isn’t coming back.

And he hadn’t even said goodbye.

~

The summer fades.

Castiel leaves for college, and while he still holds his memories of Dean (and his heartache) close to his chest, it’s easy to be distracted by the newness of it all—new surroundings, new classwork, new friends. It still hurts, and he still misses the warm nights, the fair food, Dean, but every day it gets a little bit easier.

The year passes, slowly but steadily, and as the weather begins to warm once more, and the end of classes is on the horizon, Castiel’s thoughts turn back to home.

To the fair.

To Dean.

~

Castiel drives past the water on his way home from the airport. He can’t help it, some part of him pulled towards it without conscious thought, and his heart twinges in his chest as he catches a glimpse of the boardwalk. The rides are still, the fair quiet and lifeless, but he knows that tonight it will be as bright and as bustling as it always has been.

He misses it, misses it like he misses a limb.

But that night, he stays home with his family. He talks with them, catching up on all that he’s missed while he’s been away, and he tries his best not to think about all that he’s missing on the boardwalk by the ocean.

~

It’s a full week before Castiel works up the courage to go back to the fair.

The boardwalk is just like he remembers it—full of laughter and light and the smell of fried food, and being back here…

It feels like he’s finally, truly home, but it makes his chest ache with every moment he spends here. Last summer had been the best summer of his life, and it had all been because of Dean. Now it just feels as though all those memories and emotions, allowed to fade after so many months away, are being dredged up once more.

But Castiel doesn’t want to give up this place, just because of a boy who hadn’t cared enough about him to say goodbye before he disappeared. It’s his.

And so he walks along the boardwalk, smiling at the vendors he recognises and watching children shriek in joy on each ride, just like he had for so many years. He walks until he reaches the very end of the boardwalk, where he stands with his hands in his pockets and looks out over the ocean.

He’s learned so much this past year, and while it’s strange to be standing here as a newer, different version of himself, it also feels right. Hopefully one day he will be able to look back on the summer spent here with Dean, without pain, but for now…

For now, it’s nice to just be.

From here, Castiel can hear the sounds of the fair, the waves, the cry of a bird wheeling somewhere up above. There are footfalls against the boardwalk somewhere behind him, but he pays them no heed, focusing on the ocean and the tumult of his own mind, until—

“Cas?”

The voice is quiet, but achingly familiar, and Castiel feels his breath catch in his lungs.

When he turns, it’s as though the world is moving in slow motion, the carnival lights blurring behind the figure of the person standing with him at the very edge of the boardwalk. He doesn’t even need to see the green eyes or the hesitant, nervous half-smile to know who it is.

He would recognise Dean anywhere.

[missmitchieg]

Julie and The Phantoms Season 2 (maybe 3 and 4? Dunno how long they’ll keep it going.) Wishes

Luke calling Julie Butterfly/Mariposa (but maybe once or twice, he slips up and calls her Mi amor).

Luke calling Julie Star/Starburst/Supernova (hi @metaorigin 👋 That concept is beautiful and wonderful)/Superstar/ESTRELLA.

Luke calling Julie Sun/Sunshine/Sunbeam/SOL.

What I’m saying is GIVE ME LUKE LEARNING SPANISH AND JULIE SWOONING OVER IT BECAUSE IT’S REALLY CUTE WHILE ALEX AND REGGIE ARE OFF TO THE SIDE LAUGHING THEIR ASSES OFF AT THEM.

Julie calling Luke Lucas teasingly. She will be the only one allowed to call him that because “it’s cute when she says it.”

Reggie and Alex casually calling her Jules.

Reggie catching up on Star Wars and complaining about Jar Jar.

More group hugs.

Carrie redemption.

Luke being jealous AF of Nick but in his cute Luke way.

Reggie/Julie bonding.

Disaster Bisexual Reggie being a Disaster Bisexual because yes, he is.

Distinguished Bisexual Julie being a Distinguished Bisexual because yes, she is.

When Reggie realizes he’s not entirely straight but also not gay, he nervously goes straight (lol) to Julie and says “I don’t know if there’s a word, in 2020, for what I am, but I know I like both boys and girls.“ and Julie just hugs him and says “Me, too.“ Luke is Super Very OK with this (because he’s a little not straight, too.) and loves his best friend and his Julie just the same. Alex is kind of happy to not be the only not straight one in the band.

Julie and Reggie having cute little matching Pride bracelets.

A scene where Julie comes home absolutely fuming and says “Guys, I need you to haunt someone.” A wide eyed Alex, slightly terrified of an angry Julie, says “Ok.” and Luke instantly, fists clenched, jaw clenched, eyes squinting, like he is pissed just because his Julie is pissed, is like “Who made my girl angry?” and Reggie is like “I will steal all of their left socks!“ Absolute chaos ensues. Alex is awkwardly knocking stuff over while Reggie steals left socks and a shoe lace. Luke is just going full Paranormal Activity in this house, messing with the curtains and blinds, knocking more stuff around, turning the TV on and off, just bonkers over whatever this person did to Julie or Flynn that Julie said she needed them to haunt this house. Post haunting Juke hugs ensue.

More of Julie’s cute doodles.

Carrie, Julie and Flynn being friends again.

Carrie and Alex becoming besties.

More Sunset Curve flashbacks and songs because Now Or Never and Bright both SLAP and I need more.

Julie schooling the boys on all the music they missed out on.

Willie watching Julie and The Phantoms performances.

Alex/Julie bonding.

Julie teaching the boys about technology.

LUKE FINDING OUT ABOUT PERFECT HARMONY.

Perfect Harmony but not a daydream this time.

More group hugs.

More of Carlos being The Best little brother.

A Willex reunion and hug.

Flynn deciding the boys need some clothes that isn’t 25 years old and going shopping with them. “You can’t just wear the same five shirts all the time.” (Can they wear clothes that’s new/not theirs? Eh, whatever. They should.)

ALEX BEING SUPER CUTE AND EXCITED IN THE PRIDE SECTION AT TARGET. “GUYS. GUYS. THEY HAVE GAY PRIDE STUFF HERE.“ JULIE, FLYNN, LUKE, REGGIE AND WILLIE BEING SUPER HAPPY FOR ALEX.

I love Julie’s season 1 fashion, but I kind of want the boys’ fashion senses to bleed into hers a little bit. Like, give me Julie in her usual cute, girly outfits but with a familiar looking orange beanie. Luke and Julie wearing orange beanies at the same time. Give me Julie in an Alex-esque distressed jean jacket but there’s stars or butterflies embroidered on the sleeves. Give me Julie in her cute little butterfly hair clips and a leather jacket. Give me Julie in a snapback and skull print skater dress. Give me Julie in 90′s band tees and a flannel. OH. Give me Julie wearing Rose’s bedazzled Sunset Curve shirt. GIVE ME JULIE IN LUKE’S FLANNEL.

JULIE’S FASHION SENSE BLEEDING INTO THE BOYS’ FASHION SENSES. LUKE WITH A STARRY GUITAR STRAP. LUKE WEARING A CRESCENT MOON MUSCLE TEE THAT MATCHES JULIE’S NECKLACE. LUKE WEARING A SUNFLOWER SHIRT THAT MATCHES JULIE’S. REGGIE IN MORE BUTTERFLIES. ALEX WEARING GLITTER. ALEX WITH CUTE, COLORFUL STREAKS IN HIS HAIR. LUKE AND REGGIE WITH COLORFUL STREAKS. LUKE WEARING BUTTERFLIES. LUKE AND REGGIE WEARING GLITTER. THE BOYS WEARING SHIRTS JULIE DOODLED ALL OVER AND LOVING THEM. LUKE AND REGGIE WEARING JULIE DOODLE GUITAR AND BASS STRAPS. LUKE, REGGIE AND ALEX WEARING BLACK NAIL POLISH. LUKE, REGGIE AND ALEX WEARING PRETTY COLORED NAIL POLISH.

Phantom/Flynn bonding.

Movie nights.

Carlos meeting the phantoms for real.

Carlos and Luke mischief.

Willex dates.

Julie/Willie bonding.

Flynn/Willie bonding. I JUST WANT EVERYBODY TO BE FRIENDS AND BE HAPPY.

FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS WITH LITTLE GHOST CHARMS.

Did I mention more group hugs.

I wanna see what’s gonna happen with Caleb!Nick.

More of that cute thing where Reggie sings into Luke’s mic.

More of that other cute thing where Reggie and Julie sing back to back together.

Learning Alex and Reggie’s last names and more about their parents.

More Dirty Candy performances with Alex poofing in.

WILLIE WATCHING ALEX DANCE WITH DIRTY CANDY.

BOBBYTREVOR KNOWS ABOUT THE PHANTOMS AND I NEED MORE TIME WITH HIM PROCESSING THAT THEY ARE A GHOST BAND NOW.

Willie, Alex and Reggie being the biggest Juke (Jukebox?) shippers.

Julie, Luke and Reggie being the biggest Willex shippers.

Luke teaching Julie guitar.

Julie teaching Luke piano.

Reggie solos.

Alex solos.

Willie solos.

Willex duets.

Willie teaching Alex how to skate.

Alex teaching Willie how to drum.

Alex wearing Willie’s bracelets.

More Jukebox duets.

CHARLIE AND MADI WRITTEN JUKEBOX DUETS BECAUSE THOSE TWO REALLY WENT OFF WITH PERFECT HARMONY AND I NEED MORE.

MORE GROUP HUGS.

Reggie just absolutely killing it on a piano and Julie being obsessed with it.

A scene where Julie trips over something and Luke catches her and they Have A Moment. Bonus points if the boys witness The Moment.

ROSE AND THE PETAL PUSHERS FLASHBACKS.

ROSE IN GENERAL FLASHBACKS.

Alex becoming a Louis Tomlinson stan. Willie’s only a little jealous and Alex thinks it’s cute.

Reggie becoming a Keith Urban stan.

Luke being #1 Julie stan.

Julie being #1 Luke stan.

CUTE LITTLE PRIDE STICKERS ON THEIR INSTRUMENTS.

JULIE DOODLES ON THEIR INSTRUMENTS. OH MY GOD, JULIE DOODLES ON THEIR MICROPHONES LIKE HERS.

Nick showing off more guitar skills because we saw that like, once in season one.

More of Nick being a Julie and The Phantoms stan having a blast and a half at their performances.

MORE. GROUP. HUGS.

[jazziwritesthings]

We Were - Derek Hale

Inspired by We Were by Keith Urban

Lyrics in Bold

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Word Count: 2082

Warnings: Cancer, Death, maybe swears

A/N: I’m Sorry.

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We were just a couple years short of the age By my name on a fake ID And still 'bout a hundred away from the day Your daddy said you could run with me We were a couple of line steppers Who just couldn't wait to step over the line

Derek met you when you were both 17. You tried so hard to try to get him to trust you. He wasn’t about to let himself get invested in someone again. Not after Paige. It had only been a few years and Derek was still broken about it, but that was something that would never leave him. He knew he couldn’t make that mistake again. No, he wouldn’t, or so he thought. After almost a year you had worn him down and got him to open up a bit. He liked being around you. You made him feel like a normal teenager. Then the fire happened. You got a call from an unknown number, it was Derek at the sheriff station. He asked if you could pick him up. You borrowed your dad’s car and definitely went over the speed limit trying to reach him as fast as possible. You ran into the sheriff's station and saw him just sitting on a bench. You walked over and stood in front of him. Without warning he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head into your stomach. You could feel his shaking and eventually you heard his sobs. You just stood there playing with his hair telling him you loved him, all while trying to keep the sound of your sobbing controlled.

We were gonna make it, weren't we, baby? Had it all laid out in our mind By the time we knew time was runnin' out We done run out of time

He had to leave Beacon Hills. He had no choice, he was a minor and now Laura was his guardian, and she couldn’t stay here. You understood why but you didn’t want to be separated from your best friend. The day they left was one of the toughest days of your life. You and Derek had spent the night in your room. Your dad wasn’t around much since your mom passed, so it was always just you and him. That night was the night when you both admitted you loved each other, more than just friends. That was the night you gave him everything and he gave everything to you. The next morning was rough. The car was already packed and Laura was just waiting for Derek. You stood in front of the garage with your hands on his chest and his on your waist with your foreheads touching. “I love you so much. Promise you won’t forget me?” He let out a slight laugh/sigh and pressed one last kiss to your lips, “ I promise.”

And we were leather jackets hangin' onto a Harley Two heartbeats in the moonlight

The first year he was gone he had tried to keep in contact with you. It wasn’t easy, he didn’t have a phone and could only reach you by pay phone. Laura said it wasn’t a good idea to keep that kind of stuff because it meant that hunters could track them easier. Derek would never tell you that part. As far as you knew, he was normal. His whole family was normal and the fire was an accident. Eventually it got hard for him to keep contacting you. Every time he heard your voice or you told him things that were happening around Beacon Hills he became so homesick and it reminded him too much of his family. It hurt too much for him to continue. He didn’t mean for it to happen how it did. He just quit calling and writing and before he knew it, six years had gone by. Laura had told him she had some business to attend to and that she would be back in a few weeks. When she didn’t call Derek at all the first week he started to worry. He finally went through Laura’s things and found where she had gone and why. She had gone home. He packed what little they had and raced back to Beacon Hills.

He arrived and it seemed like nothing had changed. Everything looked the same and honestly he felt homesick all over again. He didn’t know where to go so he went to the only place he knew he could. Walking up the front steps of his childhood home brought up a lot of pleasant memories. Most of them were his mom sitting on those stairs giving some of the best advice she could offer. He looked around the porch and noticed there were bouquets everywhere. Some were very dead and others looked semi-fresh. He’d been there about a day when he heard someone pull up in a car. He secretly watched out of the upstairs window. As soon as she got out of the car Derek knew who it was immediately. He could smell her all the way up the stairs and she still smelled the same. He got brave and quietly went down the stairs. He watched as she turned and walked back to her car. He walked out onto the porch, “ Y/n?” You froze at the sound of your name. In all the years you were coming here no one had even stepped foot on the property. You turned around and were surprised to see a man standing there staring at you, “ I’m sorry. Do I know you?” He walked off the porch and when the sunlight lit up his features she took a step back, “ Derek?” He looked at you with a huge smile on his face, “Yeah.” You looked at him for only a moment before your mind was made up. You walked over to him and grabbed his face, pulling him into a kiss. The butterflies and the fire were still there. You had had other boyfriends before, but none of them ever measured up to Derek. No matter how hard you tried nobody could compare to him. It wasn’t that long before he disappeared on you again. You shouldn’t have been surprised but you were, and it still hurt just as much as the first time.

At least there's a little bit of sweet in the bitter Though a part of me is always gonna miss her I am who I am, I just miss who I was when we were

You had always remembered your time with Derek fondly. He was your first, for just about everything. You had tried to get into contact with him through the teenagers he had here. They periodically checked up on you and you assumed they reported back to him. Eventually they stopped coming around. So when you got sick, there was no way to tell Derek. Your doctors told you it wasn't a great chance. The surgery could work or it could make it worse, you may not even make it out. You had done what felt like hundreds of rounds of chemo and nothing was working to get the tumor to shrink. It was in a place that was very hard to operate. It was in your brain. There was a chance that if they were able to get it that the cancer wouldn’t return. You knew the risk of surgery was dying, but if you didn’t try you were going to die anyway. Before you went in for surgery you wrote a letter and mailed it to the McCall house, addressed to Derek.

Friends say, "Oh well, let that ship sail" "You gotta let go of her" "Just wasn't meant to be" But somewhere down deep I still believe That we were

When Derek finally returned to Beacon Hills he went to Scott’s house first. The boy had said he had something important for Derek. Derek knocked and waited before Scott opened the door. “Hey man! We’ve been trying to get a hold of you for like a year!” Derek nodded, “ Yeah I was busy, what do you have for me?” Scott picked an envelope off the coffee table and handed it to him. He read the return address and when he saw your name he froze a bit. “Okay.” He left Scott’s house without another word. He walked to your old house and saw that there was a different family living there. He decided to just walk while he read.

Dear Derek,

Hey. You know I was never any good at this sort of thing, but I figured this would get to you eventually. I want you to know that you are my best friend. I can tell you that I would not have survived my teenage years if it wasn’t for you. I know I wouldn’t have made it through the time after my mom died without you. I need you to know that you are the best thing that ever happened to me. Even though you did ignore me for most of our 20s. You need to know that no matter what I love you. Always. I don’t care how many bad things happen, you are and forever will be my person. I couldn’t have lived this life without you. So thank you.

Derek quit walking and chose to sit down on the sidewalk. This felt like a goodbye.

I know I know. I’m getting all sappy and you hate that sorta stuff. Deal with it. What I’m about to say is going to make you angry. I kept a secret from you. I got sick. I know we all thought it wasn’t a genetic thing and that I would be okay, but I’m not. I’m sick and I’m going to die. I’ve had so many rounds of chemo that I can’t even tell you how many. So many failed attempts at remission. The tumor is in my brain. I’m opting to have a surgery to try and remove it. If the surgery works then I should be cancer free. If the surgery doesn’t work, well that would mean I would die. So either way I’m pretty screwed, the chances of survival with the surgery are about 5%. So either way I guess. I don’t want you to be angry. I know you're not mad at me, you’re going to be so angry at yourself for leaving me but Derek it’s what had to happen. I’m glad you haven’t seen me lately. I don’t feel or even look like myself. Remember me how I was that night. You know the one. So I guess this is a goodbye. I never thought we would have to do this. I’m sorry Derek. Please keep living for me. I love you. Y/n

By the time he finished reading he felt completely numb. You were gone. He would never hear your voice again. He would never kiss you or hold you again. He stood up and ran. He ended up at a spot that you and him had been so many times. He walked over and his gut was right. Where there had been one stone for so many years, there were now two. He walked over and sat down in front of it. He ran his hand over the words, Y/n L/n The light of everyone’s life. The date was from over a year before. You had been gone a year and he didn’t even know it. The love of his life was gone and there was nothing he could do to bring her back. He all of a sudden couldn’t breathe. He was a mess of tears and sobs. He put his head in his hands. If he would’ve known he could’ve done something. He could’ve gotten you turned. As soon as that thought crossed his mind he got angry. He couldn’t have saved you. If you had known about him and the supernatural, you wouldn’t have wanted the bite. You wouldn’t want it because it would’ve changed everything. He was pacing now. His anger and grief got the best of him as he let out a very loud roar. He knew all of Beacon Hills probably heard it, but at the moment he didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was gone and never coming back. He looked down at the head stone before kissing his fingers and placing them gently on the top, “ I love you too.”

[lacontroller1991]

Blue Ain’t Your Color (Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader)

Author’s note: Finding a gif of Obi-Wan that I haven’t used is becoming more impossible as I continue to write fics; Also this one is not a request.

Author’s note 2.0: Based on the song ‘Blue Ain’t Your Color’ by Keith Urban

Warnings: Binge Drinking; angst

Summary: Reader in Anakin’s girlfriend; however Anakin has been seeing Padme behind reader’s back and she finds out, which leads to her drinking problem, then Obi-Wan comes in and admits his feelings for reader.

I can see you over there

Starring at your drink

Watchin’ that ice sink

All alone tonight

And chances are 

You’re sittin’ here in this bar

‘Cause he ain’t gonna treat you right

Being with Anakin had it’s ups and downs. The downs being him sneaking off in the middle of the night to the the Senate building, to upper Coruscant, and to Padme. Although he didn’t know that you knew of his little love affair with the Naboo senator, the weight of keeping his little love affair on the down low weighed down on you, hence why you sat at a bar alone in the lower slums of Coruscant slinging back shot after shot, not noticing the piercing blue eyes that watched your every move.

Obi-Wan cowered in the corner of the dirty bar, hands clasped in his lap as he watched you drink yourself until you pass out; but tonight was different. Feeling the pair of eyes on you, you scanned the room looking for a possible threat only to see the ginger Jedi staring back at you. Turning back to the bartender, you motioned for two shots before making your way over to your lover’s master and sitting next to him.

“What are you doing here Obi-Wan?” You asked as best as you could, the alcohol already changing your motor functions. Politely refusing the drink, Obi-Wan looked at you with sadness as you shrugged and chugged down the two shots.

“I am making sure that you are alright,” Obi-Wan responded as you giggled and placed your head onto the table, looking up at him.

“Fine? I’m perfectly fine,” you stated before letting out a burp before a stream of giggles followed.

“Darling, you’re not fine. Let me help you.”

“No one can help me Obi-Wan, Anakin made sure of that.”

Well, it’s probably not my place

But I’m gonna say it anyway

‘Cause you look like

You haven’t felt the fire

Had a little fun

Hadn’t had a smile in a little while

Baby

Obi-Wan took your hands in his as he pulled you up, throwing you over his shoulder while you pounded against his back.

“Let me down, Kenobi.”

“No.”

Changing your tactics, you remained still as you and him walked up to his speeder. Setting you down in the passenger side, he strapped you in securely as to make sure that you in your drunken state didn’t try anything stupid while he was driving. Crossing your arms, you let out a huff as he began his way to the Jedi temple.

As you guys approached the temple, a familiar figure walked towards his speeder with R2 following closely behind.

“Don’t mind him, he’s not worth it (Y/N),” Obi-Wan tried to soothe your unease as you scoffed at his statement.

“I love him and I thought he loved me, but no it will always be that senator won't it? What is with you male Jedi and falling for a senator.”

“I’m not sure what you mean,” Obi-Wan stuttered, feeling a pang in his chest when you mentioned that you loved Anakin and when you admitted to knowing about him and the Duchess of Mandalore.

“Anakin with Padme, and you with Satine. Like, no wonder why Jedi aren’t supposed to form attachments,” you mumbled as he sighed, running a hand through his locks before looking back at you.

“I don’t love Satine, (Y/N), I love someone else,” confessing to the very thing he’s sworn to not do, you quirked an eyebrow before a wave of nausea hit you, hunching you over the side of his speeder and spilling out your stomach.

“Come on, darling let’s get you cleaned up.”

Blue looks good on the sky

Looks good on that neon buzzing’ on the wall

But darling, it don’t match your eyes

I’m tellin’ you

You don’t need that guy

It’s so black and white

He’s stealing’ your thunder

Baby, blue ain’t your color 

Stepping out of his refresher in his robes, you smelled tea wafting through the room as Obi-Wan cooked you some food. 

“(Y/N), you need to eat, it’ll help with your nausea,” placing the plate in front of you, Obi-Wan’s eyes lingered longer than they should have and you noticed this.

“Why do you keep staring at me?”

“It’s nothing,” turning away, Obi-Wan focused his mind of the boiling pot of tea that sat on the stove. Getting up, you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Obi, what are you not telling me,” you whispered into his ear as he poured two cups of tea.

“I love you. I hate that Anakin is tearing you down like this. I want to be the one you love, not him. Let me help you, we can be happy together,” Obi-Wan stated, grasping you in his hands as a blush crept along your face.

Well, I’ve had enough to drink

And it’s making me think

That I just might

Tell you that if I were a painter I wouldn’t change ya

I’d just paint you bright

Baby

“Obi, I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything, you’re not in the right mindset, go get some sleep,” he commanded as you nodded, laying down on his bed that he insisted you use for the night instead of walking back to your quarters. Quickly falling asleep, your mind began to fill with thoughts of what it could be like with Obi-Wan.

While you slept, Obi-Wan sat on the floor, hovering over the wooden boards, meditating on what to do once you woke up. Thoughts of you rejecting him or Anakin finding out about his feelings towards you plagued his mind as he grew frustrated with meditation. Giving up, Obi-Wan sat on his couch, watching you as you slept peacefully.

“She’s not going to remember any of this,” hanging his head low, Obi-Wan laid across the couch and slowly drifted to sleep.

‘Cause blue looks good on the sky

Looks good on the neon buzzin’ on the wall,

But darling it don’t match your eyes,

I’m telling you,

You don't need that guy

It’s so black and white

He’s stealing your thunder

Baby, Blue ain’t your color

Obi-Wan’s eyes fluttered opened, adjusting to the bright lights that shone through the window. Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes before turning around and looking for your sleeping form, only to see you missing as his bed make neatly up.

“Of course,” Obi-Wan muttered as he got up and got ready for the day.

Walking down the halls, a loud giggle caught his attention. Turning his head to the noise, he saw you hoisted in the air with Anakin’s arms wrapped around your waist.

“Put me down Ani,” you commanded as Anakin’s fingered continued to tickle into your side.

“Not a chance (Y/N). You broke our promise,” Anakin joked before Obi-Wan cleared his throat, jealousy raging through his veins.

“(Y/N), don’t you have somewhere to be this morning?” Obi-Wan asked as Anakin let you down, noticing how red your face got. You face never got like that near Obi-Wan.

“Something happen between you two?” Anakin asked as you shook your head, whispering a quick goodbye to Anakin and a slight nod to Obi-Wan before scurrying off to the training that your master had in place for you.

“Nothing happened, I drove her home last night. She was at the bar again drinking.”

“She’s always there,” Anakin mentioned as Obi-Wan stared at him with annoyance.

“And that doesn’t concern you?”

“Why should it? She’s responsible, plus Senator Amidala required my assistance last night.”

“Anakin, she has a drinking problem. What did Padme need so desperately at midnight that you could not watch (Y/N)?”

“What do you care anyways Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked with anger as Obi-Wan sighed and began to walk away.

“Because I actual care for her,” walking away, Obi-Wan ignored the perplexed look on his Padawan’s face and ignored the jealousy that surged through his veins.

Blue looks good on the sky

Looks good on the neon buzzin’ on the wall

But darling it don’t match your eyes,

I’m telling you,

You don’t need that guy

It’s so black and white

He’s stealing your thunder,

Baby, blue ain’t your color

Author’s Note 3.0: I hope you guys enjoyed this song fic as much as I did ❤️❤️

[galindathrop]

Eras Tour Setlist and Surprise/Secret Songs (as of November 4, 2024)

Taylor Swift

Tim McGraw - March 17, March 9 (Mashup w/ Cowboy Like Me), October 18 (Mashup w/ Timeless)

Picture to Burn - July 14

Teardrops on My Guitar - May 5, February 18, July 23 (Mashup w/ The Last Time)

A Place in this World - April 22

Cold as You - April 23, November 1 (Mashup w/ Exile)

The Outside - February 9

Tied Together with a Smile - July 23

Stay Beautiful - November 17

Should’ve Said No - May 19, February 24 (Mashup w/ You're Not Sorry), October 19 (Mashup w/ I Did Something Bad)

Mary’s Song - July 6 (Mashup w/ So High School and Everything Has Changed)

Our Song - March 24, August 4, May 30 (Mashup w/ Jump Then Fall), October 25 (Mashup w/ Call It What You Want)

I’m Only Me When I’m with You - June 30

Invisible - May 20

A Perfectly Good Heart - July 10 (Mashup w/ Closure)

Crazier - June 8 (Mashup w/ All of the Girls You Loved Before)

Fearless (Taylor’s Version)

Fearless

Fifteen - May 6, March 7 (Mashup w/ You're On Your Own, Kid), and June 2 (Mashup w/ You’re on Your Own, Kid)

Love Story

Hey Stephen - May 14, May 11, July 18 (Mashup w/ Speak Now)

White Horse - March 25, February 23 (Mashup w/ Coney Island, w/ Sabrina Carpenter), October 19 (Mashup w/ Loml)

You Belong With Me

Breathe (feat. Colbie Callait) - June 10

Tell Me Why - August 25, March 4 (Mashup w/ Foolish One)

You’re Not Sorry - April 21, February 24 (Mashup w/ Should've Said No)

The Way I Loved You - May 24 (Mashup w/ Come Back… Be Here and The Other Side of the Door)

Forever & Always - May 13, February 26 (Mashup w/ Maroon)

The Best Day - May 14

Change - August 19 (Mashup w/ Long Live)

Jump Then Fall - April 2 and May 30 (Mashup w/ Our Song)

Untouchable - November 25,  July 4 (Mashup w/ Guilty as Sin?)

Come In with the Rain - February 10

Superstar - July 17 (Mashup w/ Invisible String)

The Other Side of the Door - April 28 and February 17 (Mashup w/ Getaway Car and August) May 24 (Mashup w/ Come Back… Be Here and The Way I Loved You)

Today Was a Fairytale - April 22, August 3 (Mashup w/ I Think He Knows)

You All Over Me (feat. Maureen Morris) - June 3

Mr. Perfectly Fine - June 16, July 14 (Mashup w/ Red)

We Were Happy - July 23 (Mashup w/ Happiness)

That’s When (feat. Keith Urban)

Don’t You - July 28 (Mashup w/ Loml)

Bye Bye Baby

If This Was a Movie - June 23

Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)

Mine - May 7, March 2 (Mashup w/ Starlight), and June 13 (Mashup w/ I Can See You)

Sparks Fly - May 5, March 8 (Mashup w/ Gold Rush) and May 29 (Mashup w/ I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can))

Back to December - July 15

Speak Now - April 13, July 18 (Mashup w/ Hey Stephen)

Dear John - June 24, August 16 (Mashup w/ Sad Beautiful Tragic)

Mean - April 15 and June 22 (Mashup w/ thanK you aIMee)

The Story of Us - June 17, March 3 (Mashup w/ Long Story Short)

Never Grow Up - July 7, July 10 (Mashup w/ Robin)

Enchanted

Better than Revenge - November 12

Innocent - November 24

Haunted - June 9, February 25 (Mashup w/ Exile), June 9 (Mashup w/ Exile), October 25 (Mashup w/ The Black Dog)

Last Kiss - July 8, July 9 (Mashup w/ Sad Beautiful Tragic)

Long Live (added to 2023 setlist following release of Speak Now - Taylor's Version) (2023 setlist) - May 25 (Mashup w/ You’re On Your Own, Kid), August 19 (Mashup w/ Change)

Ours - March 31, June 29 (Mashup w/ This Love)

Superman - February 9

Electric Touch (featuring Fall Out Boy) - February 8

When Emma Falls in Love - July 7

I Can See You (music video released to concertgoers on July 7 and online on July 8) - August 3, August 2 (Mashup w/ I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can))

Castles Crumbling (featuring Hayley Williams) - July 28 and June 22 (w/ Hayley Williams)

Foolish One - March 4 (Mashup w/ Tell Me Why)

Timeless - July 14, October 18 (Mashup w/ Tim McGraw)

Red (Taylor’s Version)

State of Grace - March 18, June 28 (Mashup w/ You’re on Your Own, Kid)

Red - May 21 (Performed on Guitar instead of Piano due to rain damage from May 20), February 16, June 15 (Mashup w/ The Manuscript), July 14 (Mashup w/ Mr. Perfectly Fine), August 2 (Mashup w/ Maroon)

Treacherous - April 13 and May 12 (Mashup w/ The Alchemy)

I Knew You Were Trouble

All Too Well

22

I Almost Do - June 9, July 13 (Mashup w/ The Moment I Knew)

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together

Stay Stay Stay - July 29, July 19 (Mashup w/ Paper Rings)

The Last Time (featuring Gary Lightbody of Snow Patrol) - June 16, July 23 (Mashup w/ Teardrops On My Guitar)

Holy Ground - May 27, February 7, July 6 (Mashup w/ Sweeter Than Fiction), November 1 (Mashup w/ The Albatross)

Sad Beautiful Tragic - March 31, July 9 (Mashup w/ Last Kiss), August 16 (Mashup w/ Dear John)

The Lucky One - April 2, June 30 (Mashup w/ Clara Bow)

Everything Has Changed (featuring Ed Sheeran) - July 22, June 3 (Mashup w/ Glitch), July 6 (Mashup w/ So High School and Mary’s Song), August 15 (Mashup w/ End Game and Thinking Out Loud)

Starlight - July 15, March 2 (Mashup w/ Mine)

Begin Again - April 23 and May 12 (Mashup w/ Paris)

The Moment I Knew - June 4, July 13 (Mashup w/ I Almost Do)

Come Back… Be Here - May 12, February 18 (Mashup w/ Daylight), May 24 (Mashup w/ The Way I Loved You and The Other Side of the Door), and June 21 (Mashup w/ The Black Dog and Maroon),

Girl at Home

Ronan

Better Man - May 19, July 19 (Mashup w/ It’s Time To Go)

Nothing New (featuring Phoebe Bridgers) (Added to Setlist on May 5 to May 28, 2023) - July 24 (Mashup w/ Dear Reader)

Babe - March 4 (Mashup w/ Death By A Thousand Cuts)

Message in a Bottle - July 23 and May 19 (Mashup w/ How You Get The Girl and New Romantics)

I Bet You Think About Me (featuring Chris Stapleton) - April 30

Forever Winter

Run (featuring Ed Sheeran) - July 24 (Mashup w/ The Last Great American Dynasty)

The Very First Night - November 9

All Too Well (10 Minute Version)

Eyes Open - February 8

Safe and Sound - November 25

1989 (Taylor’s Version)

Welcome to New York - May 28, May 18 (Mashup w/ Say Don't Go and Clean), October 26 (Mashup w/ Hits Different)

Blank Space

Style

Out of the Woods - May 6, November 11 (Mashup w/ Is It Over Now?), May 10 (Mashup w/ Is It Over Now?), June 23 (Mashup w/ Is It Over Now? and Clean), July 14 (Mashup w/ Getaway Car), October 20 (Mashup w/ All You Had To Do Was Stay), October 26 (w/ Sabrina Carpenter) (Mashup w/ Espresso and Please Please Please)

All You Had to Do Was Stay - June 10, July 9 (Mashup w/ Right Where You Left Me), October 20 (Mashup w/ Out of the Woods)

Shake It Off

I Wish You Would - June 2, February 25 (Mashup w/ Is It Over Now?)

Bad Blood

Wildest Dreams

How You Get the Girl - April 30, February 23, May 19 (Mashup w/ Message In A Bottle and New Romantics), October 27 (Mashup w/ Clean)

This Love - May 13, March 4 (Mashup w/ Call It What You Want), June 29 (Mashup w/ Ours), November 2 (Mashup w/ The Prophecy)

I Know Places - August 8 and June 7 (Mashup w/ Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve)

Clean - April 1, May 28, March 3 (Mashup w/ Evermore), May 18 (Mashup w/ Say Don't Go and Welcome to New York), June 23 (Mashup w/ Is It Over Now? and Out of the Woods), October 27 (Mashup w/ How You Get The Girl)

Wonderland - April 21, July 13 (Mashup w/ The 1)

You Are in Love - August 4, July 5 (Mashup w/ Cowboy with Me), July 27 (Mashup w/ Fresh Out The Slammer)

New Romantics - August 9 and May 19 (Mashup w/ Message In A Bottle and How You Get The Girl)

"Slut!" - November 12, March 8 (Mashup w/ False God), July 17 (Mashup w/ False God)

Say Don't Go - November 26 and May 18 (Mashup w/ Welcome to New York and Clean)

Now That We Don't Talk - November 24 and May 25 (Mashup w/The Tortured Poets Department)

Suburban Legends - November 17, August 1 (Mashup w/ New Years Day)

Is It Over Now? - November 11 (mashup w/ Out of the Woods), February 25 (Mashup w/ I Wish You Would), May 10 (Mashup w/ Out of the Woods), and June 23 (Mashup w/ Out of the Woods and Clean)

Sweeter Than Fiction - July 6 (Mashup w/ Holy Ground)

Reputation

…Ready for It?

End Game (featuring Ed Sheeran and Future) - November 11, August 15 (Mashup w/ Everything Has Changed and Thinking Out Loud)

I Did Something Bad - August 17, October 19 (Mashup w/ Should've Said No)

Don’t Blame Me

Delicate

Look What You Made Me Do

So It Goes… - November 20

Gorgeous - April 29 and May 17 (Mashup w/ I Think He Knows)

Getaway Car - May 26 (w/ Jack Antonoff), February 17 (Mashup with August and The Other Side Of The Door), June 8 (Mashup w/ The Bolter), July 14 (Mashup w/ Out of the Woods), August 20 (w/ Jack Antoff) (Mashup w/ Death By A Thousand Cuts)

King of My Heart - August 8, May 30, August 15 (Mashup w/ The Alchemy)

Dancing with Our Hands Tied - November 19, June 29 (Mashup w/ The Albatross)

Dress - August 23, March 2 (Mashup w/ I Don't Wanna Live Forever), July 5 (Mashup w/ Imgonnagetyouback), October 27 (Mashup w/ Afterglow)

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things - July 22 and June 18 (Mashup w/ I Forgot That You Existed)

Call It What You Want - July 1, March 4 (Mashup w/ This Love), July 27 (Mashup w/ Ivy), October 25 (Mashup w/ Our Song)

New Year’s Day - August 9, February 24 (Mashup w/ Peace), August 1 (Mashup w/ Suburban Legends)

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever - June 3, March 2 (Mashup w/ Dress), July 28 (Mashup w/ Imgonnagetyouback)

This is What You Came For - June 14 (Mashup w/ Gold Rush)

Lover

I Forgot That You Existed - August 24 and June 18 (Mashup w/ This is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things)

Cruel Summer

Lover

The Man

The Archer (2023 Setlist) - July 4 (Mashup w/ Question…?), August 19 (Mashup w/ You’re On Your Own Kid)

I Think He Knows - May 21, May 17 (Mashup w/ Gorgeous), August 3 (Mashup w/ Today Was A Fairytale)

Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince

Paper Rings - June 23, July 19 (Mashup w/ Stay Stay Stay)

Cornelia Street - August 26 and June 13 (Mashup w/ Maroon), November 3 (Mashup w/ The Bolter)

Death by a Thousand Cuts - April 1, August 5,  March 7 (Mashup w/ Babe), June 21 (Mashup w/ Hits Different), August 20 (w/ Jack Antoff) (Mashup w/ Getaway Car), November 3 (Mashup w/ The Great War)

London Boy - August 16

Soon You’ll Get Better (featuring The Chicks)

False God - May 27, March 8 (Mashup w/ "Slut!"), July 17 (Mashup w/ "Slut!")

You Need to Calm Down

Afterglow - August 27, October 27 (Mashup w/ Dress)

Me! (feat. Brendon Urie of Panic! at the Disco) - November 20

It’s Nice to Have a Friend - June 9 (Mashup w/ Dorthea)

Daylight - June 24, February 18 (Mashup w/ Come Back... Be Here), June 7 (Mashup w/ ‘Tis the Damn Season), October 18 (Mashup w/ This Is Me Trying)

Beautiful Ghosts

Only the Young

All of the Girls You Loved Before - July 29 and June 8 (Mashup w/ Crazier)

Folklore

The 1 (2023 Setlist) - July 13 (Mashup w/ Wonderland)

Cardigan

The Last Great American Dynasty (2023 Setlist) - July 24 (Mashup w/ Run)

Exile (featuring Bon Iver) - August 23, February 25 (Mashup w/ Haunted), June 9 (Mashup w/ Haunted), August 3 (Mashup w/ The Black Dog), November 1 (Mashup w/ Cold As You)

My Tears Ricochet

Mirrorball - March 17, March 9 (Mashup w/ Epiphany), August 1 (Mashup w/ Clara Bow), October 20 (Mashup w/ Guilty as Sin?)

Seven (spoken transition part of setlist) - June 17 (w/ Aaron Dessner)

August - February 17 (Mashup w/ Getaway Car and The Other Side Of The Door)

This Is Me Trying - March 18, February 17, July 18 (Mashup w/ Labyrinth), October 18 (Mashup w/ Daylight)

Illicit Affairs

Invisible String (2023 Setlist) - July 17 (Mashup w/ Superstar)

Mad Woman - April 15 (w/ Aaron Dessner)

Epiphany - March 9 (Mashup w/ Mirrorball)

Betty

Peace - February 24 (Mashup w/ New Years Day)

Hoax - June 28 (Mashup w/ Sweet Nothing)

The Lakes - June 2 and June 18 (Mashup w/ I Hate It Here)

Evermore

Willow

Champagne Problems

Gold Rush - May 12, March 8 (Mashup w/ Sparks Fly), amd June 14 (Mashup w/ This is What You Came For)

‘Tis the Damn Season (2023 Setlist) - June 7 (Mashup w/ Daylight)

Tolerate It (2023 Setlist)

No Body, No Crime (feat. Haim) (Added to Setlist on July 28 to August 9, 2023) - June 15 (Mashup w/ Carolina)

Happiness - July 23 (Mashup w/ We Were Happy)

Dorothea - July 8 and June 9 (Mashup w/ It’s Nice to Have a Friend)

Coney Island (feat. the National) - April 28, February 23 (Mashup w/ White Horse, w/ Sabrina Carpenter), August 17 (Mashup w/ My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys)

Ivy - July 1 (w/ Aaron Dessner), February 26 (Mashup w/ Would've, Could've, Should've), July 27 (Mashup w/ Call It What You Want)

Cowboy Like Me - March 25 (w/ Marcus Mumford), March 9 (Mashup w/ Tim McGraw), July 5 (Mashup w/ You Are In Love), November 2 (Mashup w/ Maroon)

Long Story Short - March 3 (Mashup w/ The Story of Us) and June 2 (Mashup w/ The Prophecy)

Marjorie

Closure - July 10 (Mashup w/ A Perfectly Good Heart)

Evermore (feat. Bon Iver) - June 30, March 3 (Mashup w/ Clean)

Right Where You Left Me - July 28 (w/ Aaron Dessner), July 9 (Mashup w/ All You Had To Do Was Stay)

It’s Time to Go - July 19 (Mashup w/ Better Man)

Midnights

Lavender Haze

Maroon - May 26, August 3, August 27, February 26 (Mashup w/ Forever and Always), May 11, June 13 (Mashup w/ Cornelia Street), June 21 (Mashup w/ The Black Dog and Come Back… Be Here), August 2 (Mashup w/ Red), November 2 (Mashup w/ Cowboy Like Me)

Anti-Hero

Snow on the Beach (feat. Lana Del Rey) - March 24, August 25 and May 29 (I Look in People’s Windows)

You’re on Your Own, Kid - April 14, August 5, August 26, February 10, and May 25 (Mashup w/ Long Live), June 2 (Mashup w/ Fifteen), June 28, August 19 (Mashup w/ The Archer)

Midnight Rain

Question…? - May 20, July 4 (Mashup w/ The Archer)

Vigilante Shit

Bejeweled

Labyrinth - November 9, July 18 (Mashup w/ This Is Me Trying)

Karma

Sweet Nothing - August 24, June 28 (Mashup w/ Hoax)

Mastermind

The Great War (w/ Aaron Dessner) - April 14, June 14 (Mashup w/ You’re Losing Me), November 3 (Mashup w/ Death By a Thousand Cuts)

Bigger Than the Whole Sky - November 19

Paris - May 9 and May 12 (Mashup w/ Begin Again)

High Infidelity - April 29 and May 24 (Mashup w/ Fresh Out Of the Slammer)

Glitch - June 3 (Mashup w/ Everything Has Changed)

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve - May 7 (w/ Aaron Dessner), February 26 (Mashup w/ Ivy), and June 7 (Mashup w/ I Know Places)

Dear Reader - February 7, July 24 (Mashup w/ Nothing New)

Hits Different - June 4, June 21 (Mashup w/ Death By a Thousand Cuts), October 26 (Mashup w/ Welcome to New York)

Karma (featuring Ice Spice) (Added to Setlist on May 26 to May 28, 2023)

You’re Losing Me (From the Vault) - February 16 and June 14 (Mashup w/ The Great War)

The Tortured Poets Department

Fortnight (featuring Post Malone)

The Tortured Poets Department - May 25 (Mashup w/ Now That We Don’t Talk)

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys - May 10, August 17 (Mashup w/ Coney Island)

Down Bad

So Long, London - August 20

But Daddy I Love Him

Fresh Out the Slammer - May 24 (Mashup w/ High Infidelity), July 27 (Mashup w/ You Are In Love)

Florida!!! (featuring Florence and the Machine) (Added to Setlist from August 20 to October 20)

Guilty as Sin? - May 18, July 4 (Mashup w/ Untouchable), October 20 (Mashup w/ Mirrorball)

Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - May 29 (Mashup w/ Sparks Fly), August 2 (Mashup w/ I Can See You)

Loml - May 9, July 28 (Mashup w/ Don’t You), October 19 (Mashup w/ White Horse)

I Can Do It with a Broken Heart

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

The Alchemy - May 12 (Mashup w/ Treacherous), August 15 (Mashup w/ King Of My Heart)

Clara Bow - June 30 (Mashup w/ The Lucky One), August 1 (Mashup w/ Mirrorball)

The Black Dog - June 21 (Mashup w/ Come Back… Be Here and Maroon), August 3 (Mashup w/ Exile), October 25 (Mashup w/ Haunted)

Imgonnagetyouback - July 5 (Mashup w/ Dress), July 28 (Mashup w/ I Don’t Wanna Live Forever)

The Albatross - June 29 (Mashup w/ Dancing With Our Hands Tied), November 1 (Mashup w/ Holy Ground)

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus - June 3

How Did It End? - May 19

So High School - July 6 (Mashup w/ Mary’s Song and Everything Has Changed)

I Hate It Here - June 18 (Mashup w/ The Lakes)

thanK you AIMee - June 22 (Mashup w/ Mean)

I Look in People's Windows - May 29 (Mashup w/ Snow on the Beach)

The Prophecy - June 2 (Mashup w/ Long Story Short), November 2 (Mashup w/ This Love)

Cassandra

Peter - May 17

The Bolter - June 8 (Mashup w/ Getaway Car), November 3 (Mashup w/ Cornelia Street)

Robin - July 10 (Mashup w/ Never Grow Up)

The Manuscript - June 15 (Mashup w/ Red)

Other

I Miss You, I'm Sorry (w/ Gracie Abrams) - July 1

Carolina - June 15 (Mashup w/ No Body, No Crime)

Us (w/ Gracie Abrams) - June 23

Thinking Out Loud (w/ Ed Sheerhan) - August 15 (Mashup w/ Everything Has Changed and End Game)

Espresso (w/ Sabrina Carpenter) - October 26 (Mashup w/ Please Please Please and Is It Over Now)

Please Please Please (w/ Sabrina Carpenter) - October 26 (Mashup w/ Espresso and Is It Over Now)

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Ranking My Favourite Taylor Swift Songs (91-120)

Let’s carry on, lads! These are the songs that hit when you’re in the mood!

91. Mean

My girl. I love her for doing GRAMMY winning Mean about someone critiquing her GRAMMY performance. Icon. 

92. Should’ve Said No

That performance of her going for it in the rain is honestly stuck in my head and honestly, it’s earned its rent. 

93. Tell Me Why

Those violins. Enough said.

94. The Lucky One

This song is just the one for me. It gets my attention from the first two lines and the catchy chorus keeps me there and you know what? I’M the lucky one. Boom.

95. That’s When (featuring Keith Urban)

I just really love this duet. That’s it - that’s the tweet. It’s a great country song and honestly, I should listen to it more and appreciate its beauty. 

96. ‘tis the damn season

This is STORYTELLING. Damn. 

97. False God

Saxophone? More like sexophone, am I right? Such a great, sexy and emotive song. I LOVE it.

98. Delicate

I couldn’t listen to this song because for a long time, my life was delicate like this and only now, do I listen to this with my heart in my hands.

99. invisible string

How beautiful is her voice on this song all about falling beautifully in love? Again, it connects with me on another timely level and I’m so grateful.

100. Starlight

This just makes me want to do all of the dancing. And crash a boat party.

101. Crazier

I love how she casually dropped a perfect love song in the Hannah Montana movie. Power move.

102. Enchanted

This song meant so much to me growing up and I’m so glad that it was basically my big sister and my diary all at once. Thank you for this song, Taylor Swift. You will never know the importance and hope this song held for me.

103. Fearless

The country twang of FEARless does it all. This is an iconic song.

104. my tears ricochet

The beginning. The SCREAMING AT THE SKY. The content. The ‘If I’m dead to you, why are you at the wake?’ Bloody hell. It cuts different, man.

105. peace

A grower on me and every time I listen, it always has different meanings. It’s so beautiful, man. 

106. Begin Again

Like to me this is just the definition of sweet. There’s so much hope and heartbreak in one song and it’s such a compelling balance.

107. I Don’t Wanna Live Forever (featuring ZAYN)

The breathiness, the sexiness, the belt. It’s a post 1989 and pre reputation banger that is such an underrated song.

108. Stay Beautiful

This is stuck in my head because this is an EARWORM, Miss Taylor.

109. The Best Day

Take this away from me so I can cry, please. I can only listen to this if I need a cry. And it does the trick - every time.

110. Better Than Revenge

I know that I’m a feminist and that this is a problematic song but when you’re in the mood - this needs to be scream-shouted.

111. You All Over Me (featuring Maren Morris)

Damn, she brought yeehaw Taylor to 2021 and I dig.

112. I Forgot That You Existed

Damn girl, when I get to this level I’ll be happy. Giggles and all. Great opening transitioning from reputation to Lover.

113. Christmas Tree Farm

The run at the beginning. The sleigh bells. The vocals. Give me twinkly lights, now!

114. Cold As You

The OG Track Five. Without you, we wouldn’t have the most heartbreaking Taylor songs and honestly, she was the template.

115. Fifteen

WHEN YOU’RE FIFTEEN, AND SOMEBODY TELLS YOU THEY LOVE YOU, YOU’RE GOING TO BELIEVE THEM. Wow. Punch me in the face, thanks.

116. Welcome To New York

Those synths, man. I know this isn’t the most popular but when you’re in the mood for this song - you’re in the mood for the song! Makes me want to walk down 5th Avenue like I’m in the opening montage of The Devil Wears Prada

117. 22

If you didn’t sing this at your 22nd birthday, you don’t have a soul. However, it should be reserved for 22nd birthdays to preserve its reverence.

118. betty

A fan favorite with that sweet, sweet country harmonica but for me, it’s all about the bridge. And YOUR CARDIGAAANNNNNNN.

119. Jump Then Fall

This just bops, man. It hits.

120. Come Back…Be Here

To me, CBBH walked so The Moment I Knew could run. A sad, sad song that hits me in the feels whenever I listen to RED in its entirety

[frostbeees]

Part 7

You probably know the drill by now. My weekly roundup of what I’ve read over the last week.

rhizomatic foundations by @blankvcrs - Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick (Mature, 26k) - The talking plant fic that I never knew I needed until I read it. The perfect balance of angst, tenderness, and maybe a little bit of crack... it is a talking plant after all. I think my favorite part is that Kevin questions absolutely nothing about Nolan moving the plant around the house, taking it outside and back in with him.

Something Wild by @linskywords - Jamie Benn/Tyler Seguin (Explicit, 3k) - The absolute fact that Tyler not understanding what a girl on Tinder is asking him leading to an awakening hookup with his best bro. What a treat.

The Naked Truth by @princesstillyenna - Carter Hart/Nolan Patrick (Explicit, 3k) - Strip Shootout... that’s all. 🧡

You grip me like an animal by dearericbittle(dutchmoxie) - Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick (Teen, 15k) - It’s been a while since I came across a good werewolf fic! And honestly the banter between TK and Patty was just sooo on point in this. And an ending that I did not anticipate but definitely appreciated. Just so good.

heel by @aglowingthing - Nathan MacKinnon/Erik Johnson (Explicit, 8k) - sooo hot. and another one with great, realistic feeling banter. This has become one of my favorite pairings and there are just not enough fics so I am always happy to see more pop up.

Attitude Before Aptitude by @notthequiettype - Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick (Explicit, 2k) - (honestly can I make one of these posts and not include one of your fics? i’m not mad about it... i love them all so much 🧡) I think what I loved the most about this one was how raw and realistic it felt. There were so many little things too though. The Keith Urban. The mercury in retrograde. TK’s uncooperative butthole. That’s a sentence I never thought I’d write...

Mamma Mia! by @boringdrouin - Jack Eichel/Connor McDavid (Mature, 8k) - This was a revisit as I got myself into a major musical mood this weekend and remembered this fic existed and promptly tracked it down. It’s absolutely ridiculous and I love every second. The author summary really says everything you need to know: “Or: Connor gets cursed, he can’t stop singing, and it seems like everyone around him is gay.”

Romantic Motherfucking Best by lightgetsin - Jamie Benn/Tyler Seguin (Explicit, 14k) - Another revisit. Jamie decides he doesn’t want to just hook up with Tyler anymore and wants to be boyfriends. And Tyler is, well, Tyler. Surprisingly tender and also just very hot.

BONUS:

So monday morning I decided I wanted to jump headfirst into reading Jeff Skinner/Eric Staal bc honestly it was just a pairing that I never cared about so I never read. So naturally I’ve already managed to read a handful and I have a feeling this is where I’ll be all week so I’m not sure what next week’s list will look like... BUT, out of what I read yesterday, here’s my favorite:

Enough To Crush Your Veins by doctor_denmark - Eric Staal/Jeff Skinner (Explicit, 69k) - AU where Eric is a hockey player but Jeff is a college student and live-in nanny for Eric/Eric’s kid. When I told @softgrantaire about my adventures in ao3 this was one of the first one’s he recc’d for me and it was perfect. It definitely shows it’s age a little (twitpics, anyone?). BUT if you can get me to yell “JUST TALK TO EACH OTHER DUMB-DUMBS” multiple times while reading thats an A+ in my book!

As always, if one of these is yours and you don’t want it on this post, please let me know! If you read any of these and wanna come scream in my inbox about them, PLEASE DO!

[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

When He’s Sick

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: sick!dean (it’s a thing, trust me), man flu (most women in relationships, also maybe some gay men would know the constant struggles when their man is sick the ‘man flu’ (usually it’s a cold)), mentions of depression, mentions of panic attacks, fluffiness

Word Count: 2,466

a/n: was reading @supernatural-jackles​ preference list, the title is same as her preference when the boys are sick. Here’s my imagination running wild when I should be preparing to post 7 Days to Die. But, Dammit Jen’s so good, plus, Jen, I hope this is okay...I never talked ahead of time with you about it, this happened spontaneously....I guess read and let me know if it’s all good. If not I’ll remove it.

~

They had been in the town for a number of days. Hunt finished, long finished. But it turns out, someone, somewhere, somehow, the boys got sick with a nasty virus.

Sam was the first down and out. Not throwing up, but heating up with a fever. But his gut feeling like he isn’t going to last. Even if he ate something light on his stomach.

Y/N offered a small variety of foods to the giant. Saltines, applesauce, banana, toast, mashed potatoes, soup, anything light. But he turned it down.

She heard retching in the bathroom. That leaves with the older Winchester. Now when he’s sick, he’s sick. Really sick. Hearing him lose the contents of last night’s supper told her he wasn’t going to be able to keep anything solid down. At least not heavy. But they need to eat something.

He came out after washing up, pale as a ghost. If not dead already. It worried her, seeing how pale he was.

“Any leads on Dick?” He asks, words slurred. A garbled burp escaped. Only to turn into another throw up session. When he felt something coming up, he turned at his heel to make it to the toilet.

It had been weeks since Bobby’s death, Dean was running himself ragged finding Dick. Both him and Sam both wanted revenge. But at least, Sam knows when to stop to sleep and eat. But Dean, has one speed. Go.

She could only shake her head. He needs to take a break.

“You are in no condition to keep this up Dean.” She says from the door.

“Rain or shine, I’m hunting Dick.” He says. He hears her snort. “Oh grow up.” he groans as another wave hit him. Only making him groan louder, unable to throw up.

She took the time to head out to grab some supplies for them before they leave to head to the hunters cabin where they hid out, but also primarily lived.

Grabbing canned soups, broth, and even grabbed a thing of potatoes to mash up. She had weird, not so traditional ways of getting nourishment when sick but also something to be easy on the stomach.

Driving back she heads to their room. Sam still in bed, sound asleep. She hears a moan from the kitchen. To find Dean on the floor.

“Dean!” she says, concerned. Dropping the groceries on the table before rushing over to help him up.

“I’m fine.” He slurs.

“You’re not fine, you’re on the kitchen floor for no reason.” She says, helping him up.

She could feel the muscles in his arms trembling, they were fatigued.

“The floor moved on me.” He mumbles.

As she struggles to get him up right, she had his back at her chest, so his head fell back on her shoulder. He was out of it. But she wraps an arm around to touch his forehead.

“Dean, you’re burning up. We need to cool you off.” She says. Pushing him up to his feet.

“Seriously, I’m fine.” He continues.

He’s up, but knees weak nearly gave out. She has his arm around her shoulder as she practically dragged him to his bed. When his but landed on the side of the bed he didn’t stop the rest of his body to fall onto the bed with a significant bounce.

“No you’re not. You got something, you and Sam both. You threw up, and are running a fever. You need to stop and rest. It’s not gonna kill you.” She says.

He didn’t have the energy to fight her. He doesn’t even fight her when she takes his boots off. Undressing him down to his t-shirt and boxers, tucking him in bed under a thin layer of sheets.

I’m gonna have to play nurse. She thought.

Pulling the thermometer out on the boys. Sam rang a temperature in the hundreds, but it was easily manageable.

“102, just rest up Sam, ‘kay?” she says.

Sam nods. “No problem, this sucks.” He groans.

“I’m making some soup and mashed potatoes. It’s cream of chicken and veggie soup. What’s best is you could also put some of the soup on the potatoes.” She suggests.

“Sounds good, my stomach has calmed down some, so I’ll try some.” He says.

“That’s good.” She says.

“How’s Dean?” he asked.

“His fever is nearing 104, he ate a few saltines before taking the fever reducer. He’ll try to throw up, but it just turns into dry heaves, I can tell they hurt. Whatever he got, it’s worse than what you have.” She says.

“If he gets worse?” he asks.

“He might need to go to the hospital then. For all I know it’s just the flu.” She says.

“The flu can get bad though.” Sam goes.

“In kids and the immunocompromised. And the elderly…And the uninsured…” she listed.

Sam chuckled. “It’s so sad how it’s preventable, but the government makes it a fucking hassle to just take care of your own health.” He says.

“And they die as the end result, because the meds they need or the care they need are too much for them, and they can’t get them. It’s wrong on so many levels. It’s like they’re bullies stealing our lunch money, they’re holding it out of reach and we’re too short to grab it.” she says.

“That’s what I was thinking of saying. But I’m not thinking straight.” He says.

“It’s the fever. Rest up Sammy. I’ll tell the caretaker we’re staying until you two are a little better. At least better enough for the road trip back to the cabin.” She suggests.

“I know I could, him I’m worried about.” Sam says. She nods, agreeing.

 She was only able to get them the room for a couple of more hours before they had to move out. Sam was able to eat her soup and potatoes, Dean not so much. The smell of the food made him gag.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I just made it look like your food smells awful, and it don’t. it smells amazing, my stomach is just in knots.” Dean whines, rolling on his side in his bed.

“It’s okay Dean, I know. I could tell you wanted to try but your stomach is making it rough. I’ll just pack it up in some topper wear and I’ll pack us up and drive us back.” She says.

“Um, no, you’re not driving my car.” Dean says, trying to get up. Only to dry heave while getting up, lurching forward, nothing coming up.

“Dean, you’re in no condition. Neither is Sam. I couldn’t get us to stay longer. You’re just going to have to deal with it.” she says. “I’ll help you out to the car when we’re ready.” She says.

 The drive was smoother than it could have been. Dean passed out in the back seat; Sam curled up in his usual sleeping position when it came to sitting in the passenger seat.

She didn’t like driving older vehicles. They drove like boats, and this was worse, it was a truck. The year wasn’t that far off, but it was old enough. The four door truck had comfy, inviting seats that took Sam and Dean into dreamland in the instant they got comfortable.

She managed to get the cabin just fine, unpacking without jostling them awake. She got their beds ready with cleaner sheets, Sam was easy to wake up. He was eager to get into a bed. Dean was reluctant, already cozy and relaxed he was content with sleeping in the truck.

“Dean, you can’t stay in here. You’ll make your fever worse.” She says, nudging him awake more.

“Fine.” He mumbles, sitting up sluggishly. Shoulders slumped.

“Come on Dean, I’ll help you.” She says.

“I can walk myself.” He snaps. He’s grumpy.

She snapped her hand away from him, letting him walk himself. But kept to herself after that. But it didn’t really stop her from checking in on him.

Cleaning the cabin she put on her phone her music she’d sing to while doing such chores. Grew up on country music she listened to some old Keith Urban Music, from his albums Defy Gravity, Love, Pain and the Whole Crazy thing, and Be Here, she dusted singing along to Standin’ Right in Front of You.

“Y/N, please stop singing! I’m trying to sleep!” she heard Dean shout from his room.

Feeling guilty, she just hummed the song as she cleaned. She felt bad for a minute, the feeling sticking with her throughout her cleaning.

She cooked up more soup for the boys, cleaned, and once done she just jammed out on the couch with the TV on Spanish Soap Operas. Trying to shake the guilt feeling she had early, as it crept back up on her.

 That night, after the boys ate and got situated for bed, one Winchester had something on his mind.

She was watching cable television, surfing here and there trying to get away from Spanish Soaps, but always finding her way back when finding nothing else on. She heard the floor creak behind her.

Her headphones were off, music off, just relaxing watching TV, she turned to see the older Winchester standing adjacent of the couch. Looking exhausted.

“You’re not coming to bed?” he asked. Voice still rough from being sick.

“I’m not tired. Besides, you need the bed. You’re still sick.” She says softly.

“You’ve been cleaning all day, taking care of me and Sam, you’ve got to be exhausted.” He says, something off about his tone.

“Dean, it’s fine. Just go back to bed, rest.” She says kindly.

He doesn’t say anything to that, but sits on the couch with her.

“Do you even like Spanish Soap Operas?” he asks, hiding a chuckle.

“I don’t like Soap Operas period.” She says. “But we got only cable TV, and it’s 2 in the morning. There’s nothing on.” She says.

“I’m sensing there’s more going on.” Dean goes.

“Dean, why are you up in the first place?” She asks. “You’re sick, you need to rest to get better.” She adds.

“Well see, there’s this girl. She’s more than a friend to me. I’ve been kind of a dick to her lately.” He says.

“Dean, it’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have babied you; I should have kept it down when I was cleaning. It’s fine.” She says.

“And I know how sensitive you are, and can be. You love to take care of those you love. I’m the same way.” He says. “I guess I was more mad at myself for getting sick, I was so fixated on finding Dick I even didn’t care how sick I got.” He adds.

“You got a drive in you it’s scary, but it’s fine Dean. You’re only human. You have limitations, we all do. But you got to recognize your physical limitations and give yourself a break, and then get back at it again when you’re better.” She says.

“Back at you sweetheart.” He goes.

“Huh?” she asks.

“You got to know your mental limitations too. I’ve noticed how quiet you’ve been getting since we got sick. Plus, in the past, I’ve seen it happen. Sam mentioned it to me, Bobby knew it. Depression. It’s no joke Y/N. You got to take care of yourself mentally too.” Dean says.

She locks up, her walls going on. And he sees her tense. “And it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. but you can’t bottle it up. You got to deal with it. But you don’t have to do it alone.” He adds.

She nods, fiddling with her fingers.

“What has that demon told you in your head lately?” he asks.

“I’m not doing good enough to care for you or Sam.” She says quietly. Voice beginning to crack. “Stop trying.” She adds.

“You know that’s bull shit right?” he asks. He can see her shake her head.

“You snapped at me, yelled at me to keep it down.” she says. “That’s when it started getting bad.” She adds.

“And now?” he asks.

“It’s saying he’s going to throw you out; he doesn’t want you or your issues. You’re too much for him.” She says. Her throat holding back a sob.

“I’d never do that to you. You’re more than my friend, you’re my girl. I know I haven’t been the best friend lately. But I’m here now. Yes I’m sick, but I want to be there for my girl.” He says. “I’ll kick this demons ass for you, just tell me what you need.” He adds.

“I’m about to have a panic attack, I can feel it come on, can you hold me through it?” she asks, her voice disappearing.

Not saying a word, he invites her in his arms, and the two cuddle on the couch as she cries her eyes out, shakes and trembles, and works to get her breathing under control.

After a while she fallen asleep in the Older Winchester’s arms, when a wooden creak can be heard in the living room.

“How is she holding up?” Sam asks, walking in.

“She’s asleep now, that was a bad attack from the looks of it.” Dean says.

“How are you feeling by the way?” Sam asks.

“Better, but still a little under the weather. You?” He says.

“A bit better. Just a sore throat now.” Sam answers.

“I say we take care of her tomorrow, even if she’s not sick, but she needs us.” Dean says.

“I agree with that.” Sam says. “You up to carrying her or?” He asks.

“Dude, I’m exhausted. And I really don’t want to move her. Just grab us a blanket and some pillows, we’ll crash here.” Dean says with a groan.

“Sure thing.” Sam says with a tired smile. Heading into Dean’s room, grabbing a few blankets, a couple of pillows and heads back to the couch covering them up, and handing Dean the pillows.

“Night Jerk.” Sam goes.

“Night Bitch.” Dean says.

 Sun rose high that morning. Dean woke up with, feeling a warm spot on his chest. Seeing her still asleep, not moving from her spot.

Brushing a strand of hair back, his fingers grace over her forehead. His brows furrow when he feels how warm she feels.

She moans, waking up, causing a dry cough.

“Sounds like someone got sick.” Dean says.

“I feel sick too.” She says, her voice rough and scratchy.

“I finally get to return the favor, and take care of you for a change.” He says with a big grin, hugging her close making her giggle.

“I’m loving it so far.” She says hugging him back.

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