#I mean. I could just wait til tomorrow and watch that show. I don't have work on sunday

[grandtheftaristotle]

I

I literally forgot about time zones

The show will be starting right as I'm supposed to be going to bed 😭

[joprompts]

a tale of two cities (musical) lyric starters. part one. *starters from the musical. adjust as necessary.

from where i sit i see the way things are, the way they've always been.

when i'm blind with drink i like the world i see. i even think the world's the way it ought to be.

you'll never be alone again.

we both were lost, but now that's all behind us---all the endless years i never knew you.

lay down your pain.

i'll help you to forget the emptiness you've known.

the prisoner you see here must be of no earthly good or else he wouldn't be here!

hang the traitor!

you were an ass again.

why should you treat the man like that, just because he’s better than you?

apparently, it doesn’t take a lot to be better than you.

that lovely face will haunt you and follow you to bed.

when you’re trying to forget her, she’ll steal inside your head.

but when the dawn comes, and you awaken, you’re still alone.

but dolls can be beautiful. they live within a different world.

but careful not to touch. it wouldn’t do for you to touch or come to close at all.

there are no words i know to say the way i feel. words aren't enough to show you i'm sincere. i've held this in as long as i could stand.

i've never told her so. without your blessing, i've no hope...

without your blessing, i've no hope.

it seems like yesterday, i stood there in his place, when someone meant the world to me.

you have my blessing.

nothing means more to me than her.

you won't regret this trust.

what was that? and where did all those stars come from?

you are drunk, aren't you?

i can't recall a night so clear, the heavens seem an inch away.

have i been drinking down my days?

was failure borne inside my heart or dead the many years of waste?did i just feel it disappear because you care?

tomorrow's at my feet. all yesterday's a haze.

if dreams came true i might have been a better man.

if dreams came true you might have set me free.

but god is kind, for you he had a better plan and saved you from the pain of loving me.

all you can ever do for me, you've done.

you've been the finest dream a man could ever know: that this abandoned fight might have been won.

even if the dream were not impossible, iknow too well the ending would be sad.

what are you weeping for? i am not worth the tears you waste.

what are you weeping for?

i won't forget you wept for me.

out of sight, out of mind.

death is welcome retreat from the sorrow they find.

but here, the pain is never out of sight. the sick, the starved, the poor. there is no room for us to turn away, we can't just shut the door.

if we don't come too near it's as if we're not here and there's nothing to fear.

we watch them from afar.

they won't suspect that soon we'll see a day when they know who we are.

let them stay unafraid, just for now keep them blind!

patience waits for a spark, til the time that is right, we'll remain in the dark.

hardly a care finds you, little one.

don't let people without hearts step on you and toss you away.

remember how long we've been waiting, we've been praying for this day.

until tomorrow is upon us, will you follow me today?

look in your hearts and find a soldier.

there's no time to be afraid.

we've lived a lifetime in a country we could never call our own. for once we all must stand together or we'll surely fall alone!

we're lighting a fire they'll remember forever.

the time is upon us.

tomorrow's dawning; can you see it? the future's ours if we can free it!

[bassettmemes]

BIG DUMB HEART, CHAPTER TWO ↳ a collection of lyrics from jenna raine's big dumb heart, chapter two ep, as well as the singles fumbled the bag and see you later (ten years).

IT IS WHAT IT IS.

"Shrunk all my clothes in the washing machine."

"Running on two or three hours of sleep."

"There's a light flashing in my car, I don't know what it means."

"Ya know what I mean?."

"Thought I knew chaos then I turned eighteen."

"Lemons make lemonade. Flowers bloom in the rain. Growing up is a pain. It is what it is."

"It's not the end of the world; there's always light where it burns."

"It's kinda weird, kinda fun, I'm a speck on a rock."

"You can laugh, you can dance with your stomach in knots."

"You can trip, you can slip, you can fall down again, again, again and again, and it all works out in the end."

CRUISE CONTROL.

"Play the role, do what I'm told and keep it quiet, a never ending picket fence to live and die in."

"It's never made sense to me, I don't want the same routine that's on repeat, don't want it easy."

"Deep inside I just want to get up and leave."

"Even my bedroom ceiling is getting a little bored, and I got no reason to stay here anymore."

"High speed driving into the unknown. It's about time to take my hands off the wheel and just breathe in."

"What a feeling, taking off the cruise control."

"Trust the silence of the empty road. Right now, I don't need to see where I'm going."

"What's a life if you don't go and live it."

"Take a risk, it's better than a million what if's."

"I guess I've always had one foot out the door. There ain't one good reason to stay here anymore."

NIGHTS LIKE THESE.

"Called me out the blue, you needed something to do, and you had one more seat left in the trunk."

"You said, "We're waiting outside, don't look at the time"."

"I put on my favorite sweater, then we got breakfast for dinner."

"And, when they kicked us out we went for a ride, laughed 'til we cried."

"It feels like a movie."

"Everything freezes for a second."

"I let my memory take a picture I won't delete."

"I hate when it hits me that we're getting older every second, slipping away between our fingers in a blink."

"We go park the car somewhere we can see the stars and the light pollution isn't so bad, and look out at the lights."

"Tell me about your dreams, they're not as scary as they seem."

"I can't wait to watch you make it big. Yeah, you're going far."

"It feels like forever."

"I don't wanna jinx it if I say it, but we could be friends through all the ages, don't you think?"

"The same stupid kids with older faces. I guess either way I wouldn't change a single thing."

"And, when I'm 60, pulling a box out of the attic, telling my kids about the past like yesterday, they'll point at the pictures, and I'll hear the laughter in the diner. The smell of the coffee and the pancakes never fades."

WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR.

"I knew it straight away, he was gonna let you down."

"Gonna have to find out for yourself."

"Had to let the flame burn out, hate to see you hurting now. I won't say I told you so."

"I'll hold you when he won't, even if it's 2 AM, and you said you wouldn't cry again."

"You can show up at my door and pour your heart out on my floor."

"Why are you not on your way? Just 10 minutes on the interstate. If you can't show up at my door, and pour your heart out on my floor, then what are friends for."

"We can order too much food, watch a movie in my room, tomorrow we'll be sleeping in, waking up at 2 PM, when he texts you back, I'll make sure you don't text back."

FUMBLED THE BAG.

"I saw you out with your friends, same old cologne on your skin."

"You said, "I miss you" and "how you been?". You know I'm no good at this."

"My stomach's doing front flips, I used to know you, it makes me sick."

"So don't call me overdramatic, pretending the story of us isn't tragic."

"What if the best thing that you had is somebody that you want back?"

"What if the moment you walked away, you wished you turned around?"

"What if you got it all wrong and I was the one all along?"

"Hate to say, "I told you so", but baby ain't it sad? You fumbled the bag."

"You said your sister's engaged, she found love, you can't say the same."

"Thought that would be us one day."

"Small talk is hard to maintain when my heart's in 2019, you stood close and I just looked away."

"Now you gotta watch me give the world to someone else."

"You're throwing matches on a flame, but you're the one who burned it out."

SEE YOU LATER (TEN YEARS).

"It's funny 'cause I've always dreamed of me and you now here we are, staring at the stars."

"You just broke my heart even though you promised you'd never do that from the start."

"I guess we can only make it so far, 'cause time wasn't in our favor. This isn't "goodbye", this is simply "see you later"."

"Let me know when it's time to come back."

"Maybe when your life is on track, and you don't have to hesitate, hopefully it isn't too late. Luckily for you I'm patient."

"I'm OK with you making me wait and, as long as you're near, I'll be here, even if it takes ten years."

"Can't fall in love, when I found the one, how am I supposed to move on, when you're never really too far gone?"

"The memories won't go away, I feel pain every time I hear your name, but I always think of you the same."

[lenteur]

HIIIII OMG OMG OMG YOUR REBLOG WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER ❤️ i saw it this morning when i woke up to feed the cats and it made me smile SO WIDE <3 CAT PHOTO IS AT THE BOTTOM 🖤

please whenever you feel the need, just sleep <3 even if it's the middle of the day. try not to stay awake just to sleep at night 💔 i really hope you feel better ❤️

i honestly think idols can pull off the colour pink so well, wish i could dye mine pink but i only suit darker colours of....colours 😂

ikr <3 though i started watching 911 again and i was up til 4am watching it 👀 i know one of the main actresses of glee was revealed to be a bully behind scenes which idk didn't surprise me tbh. i used to love her as an actress but her interviews felt so off to me </3 i really hate bullies 😡😡😡

IM SO SO HAPPY YOU LOVED IT <3 i was actually really struggling with your gift because i was seeing other peoples and i felt like mine wasn't great but then i remembered you saying how the gift was us getting to know each other and that you'd be happy with anything 🖤 i'm really happy you like it <3

BESTIES 4 LYF ❤️ also!!!! tea and biscuits. my favourite snack <3 i'm gonna hopefully start watching a kdrama on friday, bc from then to tuesday, i'm off work so i'll have some time to relax 🥰

i was waiting for you to reply before i posted the gift, i didn't want to post it and then i had to let you reply to an anon. 🖤 you've been so so so kind to me and i just love you already ❤️ i'm so EXCITED to talk more!! 💎

Toffee on the left! Luna on the right ❤️

hey hey hey 💖 of course! it was a great surprise to finally know who you are 💗 now that i've looked at your blog, i can see all the little clues you left during our conversations. especially the wednesday and criminal minds stuff haha

tysm for thinking of me 💕 i am trying my best at taking care of myself but thankfully my mom is with me and she's such a huge help 💝

ah staying up until 4am to watch something reminds me of my teenage years 👀 even if i wanted to i wouldn't be able to do so now </3 which is a good thing hehe oh really? 😡 i mean i'm not surprised either but i'm getting tired of all these celebrities thinking they're better than others. it happens everywhere but, when in a group (ie a show, a group of singers, etc.), there always seems to be one who wants the spotlight to themselves. it's getting repetitive 💔 i already have a hard time getting into a show, but seeing stuff like that, it's no wonder i don't want to watch new shows anymore. i don't have time for drama. i just want to enjoy what i watch in peace, but this makes it hard sigh

i know i wrote a novel in the tags but it's really really pretty 💟 the fact that you took time out of your day to make something for me means a lot. you'll never have to worry about something like that with me 💖 and let me reiterate: our friendship is the true gift 💘

oh if you start the kdrama (or is it a jdrama? cdrama? tdrama?) please let me know which one it is 💓 i'm hoping i can start watching summer strike either tomorrow or this weekend because the premise (and all the gifs i've seen) is really interesting and i think i'll like it 💞

i had a feeling you were waiting for me to answer. i also wanted to answer the last anon message before you revealed yourself or else it would've stayed in my inbox forever hehe💕

OK. okok! i was waiting to answer the rest of your ask before talking more in depth about my new cats toffee and luna (yes, by revealing your cats to me, you are now contractually obligated to share custody of your pets i'm not kidding! jk) UM EXCUSE ME? YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD ME YOU HAD THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CATS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD!!! like they're so pretty they could be on the cover of vogue, elle, harper's bazaar, any other magazines (my fashion knowledge is limited lmao) 😻 if your friendship wasn't enough (which it is), seeing toffee and luna made this event 124877523368751222222565457426545214852485x better (won't bother deciphering this number but just know it's a lot!) wowowowooooooooooooooooooooooooooowowowowowowowowow! user lenteur is currently disfunctioning </3 cause? (Y)OUR CATS 😻😻😻

[harlowhockeystick]

Hey! For the valentines prompts, maybe 11 with Freddie Andersen please? 😊

valentines blurb event

"it really sucks, being stood up on valentines day"

contains: angst, gn!reader, cuss words

another long night in raleigh, north carolina for you and your employees. you either got lovesick couples, feeding each other spaghetti and breadsticks while getting tipsy on the most expensive wine you have, or you have the lonely people sitting at the bar, also eating breadsticks but getting tipsy on scotch and whiskey instead.

your upscale restaurant kept quiet while reservations went in and out since opening. while you usually manned the bar area along with one of your managers, ben, tonight you helped wait tables and take food where it needed to go. it was true, what they say about the restaurant business on valentines day. it's never empty, and it's quite sad. you could always count on every table being occupied at some point during the night, but you could also count on there being a sad, somber tone over the room.

"alright sir, what can i get started for you?" you asked, walking up to a table in the corner where there sat a man dressed in a dark colored suit, an expensive looking watch on his wrist, and his bright red hair combed neatly.

"i'll just start off with water, i'll wait until the other party arrives to order." he responded. shortly you came back with the water, noticing that his date had still yet to arrive. you could see where this was going.

they always say i'll wait til they arrive but they usually, nine times out of ten, never come. it's sad, honestly. you never understood why people stood their dates up. you made sure to keep an eye on him, as you went about, taking other people's orders and cleaning up tables, getting it ready for the next couple.

ten minutes went by, and he was still alone. he was playing on his phone, probably checking to see if his date had texted him. he set his phone down and you saw the somber look on his face, and you knew you had to do the right thing.

walking over to his table he looked up at you and gave you a thin lipped grin, one that you've seen too many times tonight. "is your other party arriving soon?" you asked, holding your ticket book in your hand. he shook his head and dipped his head, taking another sip of water before looking back up. you felt bad for him.

"no, probably not. i mean i haven't gotten a text or anything but, i'll bet on her not showing." he replied. his voice was low and grumbly, nearly sounding like he was sick to the stomach.

"i'll tell you what," you started, picking up the coasters and setting them in your back pocket, taking his glass of water in your hand. "whatever you want is on the house, you can have a seat at the bar."

he got up reluctantly, following you to have a seat at the bar. he sat at the very end, close to where the exit was. he prayed to God that nobody saw his pitiful spot over on the other side of the building and snapped a picture, putting it on social media for everyone to see and make fun of. that would be his luck.

"are you sure your manager, or owner wouldn't mind?" he asked you as you poured him another glass over water and handed him a menu. you smiled, standing in front of him from across the bar.

"i am the owner, and i don't mind at all. it sucks, being stood up on valentines day. it's the least i could do." both of you chuckled as he opened the menu, scanning over all of his options. "have you ever been here before...?" you asked, insuiting for him to give you his name.

"freddie, and i actually haven't. i'm kinda, new in town." he answered.

"well i am glad you're here. and i would recommend the sirloin steak, if you're a steak person. glen back there can grill a steak like nobody's business. do you want something besides water to drink?"

he grinned, handing you the menu and shaking his head. "no, i'll take the steak to-go. i actually have a long day ahead of me tomorrow, so i probably need to get home at a decent hour. as much as i'd love to continue to talk with you, though."

his words made your cheeks heat up and a light smile come to your lips. you turn around and show him your smile, "i'll go put your order in. what sides would you like, freddie?"

"surprise me."

you leave freddie at the bar for a while, as you go and tend to some other tables that need it. taking orders to where they need to go, giving tips to the employees who you think deserve them, and ushering people to where they need to go.

by the time his order is ready you pause before taking it to him. you tear out a piece of paper from your book and write down your name and number with a heart. a deep breath, you take the bag of food with some extra breadsticks to where he is sitting. "here you go, freddie. all for you, on the house."

he smiles, standing up and taking the sack of food from your hands. though he is nearly towering over you, he doesn't make you feel small or nervous. he actually calms you, strange.

"thank you, it means a lot." right before he walks out he turns back, "i didn't catch your name," you giggle- you feel like you're in a movie. and maybe you are, maybe somewhere someone has a hidden camera filming it all.

"it's in the bag, with my number." he chuckles, giving you a head nod before walking out the door.

[karlajoyner]

Crush (Nick x Reader)

A/n: Hey guys so it was brought to my attention and I also kinda noticed that my writing looks clustered as hell on tumblr cause I’m just not used to writing on it. So I’m gonna start typing my stories on Wattpad and transferring them onto tumblr cause it’s just easier for me since I’ve been writing on Wattpad for years. Let me know if it’s easier to read and if you guys would prefer it if I changed the rest of my previous imagines to this layout!

Requested by: Fallonburns (Wattpad)

Warnings: None I think. A kiss? I don’t know if you need to be warned about that. Okay bye!

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As a member of the school dance committee it was part my job to push ideas and work out any kinks before a dance could happen. That included booking food, decorations, and of course entertainment.

"Come on y/n! Julie and her hologram band could totally blow the roof off this place and you know it" Flynn spoke as I walked down the hall towards my locker.

"Of course I know it Flynn and I know Julie would kill it but it's not my decision. Plus the dance is tomorrow. Who knows if Dinas gonna wanna add another entertainer for the night besides you?" I spoke to one of my longest friends.

"Well will you at least put in a good word?"

"I'll see what I can do" I said putting in my locker combination.

"Yes! Thank you"

Seconds later I groaned feeling my body particularly my head collide with the small metal door in a split second.

"Y/n!" I heard Flynn shout helping me regain my balance.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry" I heard a familiar voice making my heart rate pick up.

"Nick" I panted attempting to recover the air that was just knocked out of me.

"Y/n I didn't mean to really. Ethan threw the ball and I tried to catch it I-I'm sorry"

"It's cool. I'm totally fine" I attempted to play it off as I grabbed my binder from my locker.

"If totally fine means you've got a concussion then yeah you seem great" Flynn said making me scowl at her.

"Do you need to go to the nurse? I can walk you if you want" He said putting a hand on my head exactly where it had made contact with my locker door.

"Nick I'm fine really" I smiled removing his hand. I finally made eye contact with the boy who stood there smiling back at me. His beautiful blue eyes taking my breath away once more. Knocking out of the trance I glanced back at Flynn to see her eyeing me suspiciously.

“Are you sure?”

"Positive. I've gotta get to class. I'll see you later" I said pulling Flynn away from the scene in a hurry.

"Yeah, later" Nick called out to us as we continued down the hall.

"Seriously? Nick? What is it with that boy? I mean first Julie now you"

"Now me what? I don't like Nick. Julie likes Nick"

"Yeah if Nicks name started with L and rhymed with Duke" I looked at the girl in confusion.

"What?"

"Nothing. Julie doesn't like Nick anymore but it seems you do and as one of your oldest friends I think it's my job to tell you to go for it"

"Last time you told me to go for something I ended up on the school dance committee. I have 500 balloons to blow up by tomorrow" I said walking towards Carrie and Kayla. Kayla sent me a smile earning a pointed look from Carrie.

"Kayla. Carrie. I hope to see you guys at the dance this Thursday" I spoke smiling at the two girls.

"Sounds interesting. But I'm busy with Nick. You know MY boyfriend" She said putting emphasis on the word my.

"Plus if Flynn's gonna DJ I just don't know if I'd make it through the night"

I put an arm in front of Flynn to hold her back before turning back to the two girls.

"Well take a flyer anyways just in case" I grinned taking one from the stack in my binder.

"Thanks" Kayla said taking the flyer out of my hands.

"I hope to see you there" I sent the two another fake smile before walking away with Flynn to our next class.

"How do you talk to her without going off on her?"

"Well for starters it takes a lot of patience. They don't say fake it til you make it for nothing" I giggled along with Flynn as she looped her arm around my own.

I strutted down the hall walking towards music room where I knew Flynn and Julie would be at this time excited to give them the news.

Suddenly I felt someone grab my arm and spin me around to face them.

“Oh Nick" I said looking up at the boy in front of me. A blush creeping onto my face as I noticed the intense look he was sending me.

"What's up?" I questioned cautiously.

"We're friends right?"

"Yeah of course why?"

"I need a favor"

"A favor? A favor like what?" I asked watching his gaze flicker to our right. I turned to see Carrie and the rest of dirty candy walking towards us.

Before I could process what came next my body collided with the cold metal lockers behind me as Nick pushed his lips onto mine.

I slowly melted into the kiss wrapping my arms around his neck pulling him closer. But he didn't seem to mind.

"Nick" Carries voice interrupted what had soon become a make out session. The boy in front of me pulled away first keeping his hands firmly on my waist.

"Oh Carrie. What do you want?"

"We need to talk"

"I'm a little busy here" He said tilting his head towards me.

"Well become unbusy"

"I would but we have nothing to talk about. I told you yesterday we're over and that's it"

"We're not over until I say we're over"

"I'd say your pretty over"

"Oh shut it y/n. I know this is fake because Nick would never like a girl like you. I mean look at yourself. Pathetic" She talked with anger evident in her voice.

"Don't talk to her like that" Nick spoke turning to stand in front of me.

“Nick it's fine. She's right"

"No she's not. I'd rather be with someone who's kind, gentle, and doesn't have the personality of a mountain lion" Nick said glaring at Carrie who stood there with a smirk.

"You'll be back Nicky. See you Friday at the dance" She said walking away her posse hot on her tail.

"Thanks for sticking up for me Nick. You didn't have to. And sorry if I wasn't believable enough"

"You were great. Amazing! And I'll always stick up for you. You know that" He said smiling down at me.

"I know. I'd just prefer it if every time we met you didn't push me against the lockers. They’re cold and made out of metal you know?" I joked making him chuckle.

"Yeah sorry about that. And I'm sorry for dragging you into this. It's just Carrie won't leave me alone"

"I kinda figured when you shoved your tongue down my throat" I giggled watching a cute grin form on his face.

"Yeah yeah. I didn't hear you complaining"

"Well I mean you're not the worst kisser" I said biting my lip watching him get flustered.

"I can do better than that. I was just under pressure"

"Then I guess you'll have to prove it to me later" I spoke confidently before turning around walking in the direction I was heading.

"Hey! Wait!" He called out after me. "Yeah?" I questioned turning around.

"Are you going to the dance?" He asked shoving his hands in his pocket

"Yeah I have to. I kinda helped planned it" I called back smiling at him.

"So I'll see you there"

"See you there" I spoke turning back around reaching the end of the hall.

I pushed open the doors to the band room open only to hear a loud thud.

"Flynn?" I questioned seeing the girl on the ground.

"Are you okay?" I asked helping her up

"She's fine" Someone else in the room spoke.

"Oh hey Julie" I grinned at the girl who sat at the piano.

"Hey y/n"

"So are you gonna explain to me why you were on the floor?"

"Sure just as soon as you explain to me why Nick had you pushed up against the lockers" My face fell in embarrassment as I looked at Julie in panic.

"Julie it's not-"

"It's okay y/n. I'm over him. I kinda moved onto someone else"

"Really?"

"Really. You have my blessing" She confirmed with a grin.

"Thanks. Now that that's over. You were spying on me weren't you?" I questioned turning to Flynn.

"Whaaat no. I would never"

"She was spying" Julie confirmed for me once more.

"Thought so. I'll explain everything later I came to find you guys cause I have great news" I grinned pulling out a flyer from my backpack.

"Performing at Thursday nights dance is Julie and her hologram band" I smiled showing Flynn the paper.

"Wait what?" Julie asked with a surprised look on her face.

"I haven't told her"

"You haven't told her?" I asked with an exasperated look knowing this was gonna be a long evening.

It was Thursday night and I was running around making sure everything was going according to plan.

“Hey how’s she doing?” I asked Flynn nervously biting my lip.

“Not good. Her band she can’t get a hold of them......literally” Flynn explained making me nod my head.

“It’s just it’s 11:20 already”

“I know but this means a lot to her”

“I understand. Just keep stalling with your amazing dj skills” I smiled giving the girl a thumbs up.

“Thanks y/n. You’ve been running around all night why don’t you take a break?”

“I can’t even if I wanted to”

“Come on! Look Nicks been staring at you all night. If you pull him on the dance floor I’ll play something smooth. Something slow” She smirked at me bumping my shoulder.

“No you will not” I warned the girl. Looking over to the blonde boy who was evidently looking our way. Looking at me. He sent me a smile to which I smiled back at.

“Try me” She said making me playfully roll my eyes.

“I’ve gotta go” I spoke watching Daisy at the punch table wave me over.

“Duty calls” Flynn said before I walked away.

“What’s wrong?” I asked the brunette reaching the table on the far end of the gym.

“I’ve gotta go to the bathroom can you serve punch for like 5 minutes”

“Sure” I smiled moving behind the table taking the apron out of her hands. I threw it over my neck attempting to tie it from the back.

“I’ve got it” Someone spoke from behind me taking the strings away and tying them in a perfect knot.

“Nick. Thank you” I simpered at the boy who moved around the table to stand in front of me.

“No problem. I’m glad I finally got you alone. You look great by the way”

“I know this apron is pretty great huh?” I toyed with the boy.

“You can make anything look good”

“I try. Punch?” I asked holding up a plastic cup.

“Please” I quickly served him a cup handing it over to him.

“Thanks. You did amazing with this whole dance”

“Yeah well Dina wanted it to be perfect since it’s our first dance of the year”

“Dina did not disappoint. Neither did you of course. Promise you’ll save me a dance” He asked my cheeks heating up.

Abruptly I felt a tap on my shoulder to see Daisy was back. I handed her back the apron before moving around the table where Nick was.

“Or we could dance now?” I suggested watching him put his cup down.

“Sounds good m’lady” He spoke sticking his hand out for me. I giggled taking it and letting him sweep me towards the dance floor.

I laughed along with him as he began to dance goofily to the music purposely.

“You have an amazing laugh”

“Nick if you don’t stop complimenting me it’s gonna look like I put on 10 pounds of blush by the end of the night”

“Well you don’t need makeup you know”

“That’s what all guys say until they see what you really look like”

“Well you’ve always been naturally beautiful. Even in 8th grade when you wore no makeup at all”

“Don’t remind me I looked terrible”

“Not to me you didn’t” He said looking into my eyes. For a split moment the world around us stopped moving and it felt like we were the only ones in the room.

At least until I felt someone bump into me pushing me forward into the boy.

“I’m so sorry” I said realizing his hands had caught my body.

“It’s cool are you okay?” He asked.

“Yeah y/n are you okay?” A familiar voice asked from behind me.

I turned around to come face to face with Carrie who stood there with a devilish look in her eye.

“I’m fine”

“Oh how unfortunate. You know I didn’t see you as the dancing type. You’ve always had two left feet”

“Leave her alone Carrie” Nick spoke attempting to move forward. I put my arm up to hold him back.

“No Nick it’s ok she’s not worth my time or yours”

“Whatever. This dance is lame anyways”

“Then maybe go home”

“I will. Nick care to join me?” She smirked dangling her plastic cup in her hands.

“No I’m having a good time here” Nick spoke intertwining his hand with mine. I looked down slightly smiling at the gesture.

“Wow. Fine have fun.......with her” Carrie said moving to pass by me.

I suddenly gasped feeling a cold sensation hit my body.

“Oops sorry” The witch spoke before walking away.

“What’s her problem?” I asked ready to go after her only to be held back.

“Hey, you said it yourself. She’s not worth our time” Nick whispered holding me by my shoulders.

“Your right. I don’t even think it’s worth trying to clean this up” I said pointing out the red stain on the side of my dress.

“Here. It isn’t exactly cute but it’ll help cover up the stain” He said putting his jean jacket over my shoulders.

“It’s perfect. Thanks Nick. For everything”

“This is one of the last few songs of the night. Dedicated to a very special friend of mine so grab your partners close and tell HIM or her how you feel” Flynn’s voice rang through the gym speakers.

A slow song beginning to play throughout the gym. Couples beginning to form on the dance floor.

I looked up at the girl on the stage to see her send me a quick wink. Playfully rolling my eyes I looked back at the boy in front of me, his hand lingering in the air.

“Can I have this dance?”

“Of course” I grinned taking it. Allowing him to pull me close.

We swayed side to side along to music with smiles plastered on our faces.

“You know I never thought I’d finally get here”

“Finally?” I asked pulling away looking up at him.

“Guess it’s now or never huh? Okay. Y/n I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time. So long Carrie started to notice. After she found out I rammed you into the lockers the other day she went crazy”

“Really? She was that jealous”

“Insanely. But after I talked to you that day I realized this crush wasn’t going anywhere”

“You know I’m really glad to hear you say that Nick cause I feel the same way”

“That’s good. Because I can finally prove you so wrong” He smirked leaning down and pulling me into a passionate kiss. The first (technically second) one of the many that were yet to come.

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Up next: Jeremy Shada x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader (Smut)

Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader

[blushing-starker]

Having a boyfriend that's a natural rule breaker becomes even more tedious because now it's two people conspiring together, itching to shatter social norms. Sure, they won't pull the fire alarm stunt to get out of a quiz (that's more Rocket and Groot's style), place mirrors on front steps to confuse Fury and nearly give the principal a heart attack (Loki with an exasperated Thor and cackling Hela) or hire a mariachi band to follow hall monitor Alexander Pierce (Steve had joined Bucky and Sam in that one); they'd never sneak into the air vents, fill them with glitter so the haughty board of directors would be covered in pink sparkles when they cranked the ac (Clint and Nat).

Ok, they did help with that last one, buying the shimmering stuff from T'Challa's sister and slipping five jars into Clint's backpack, but they didn't actually go into the vents.

But that's not the point. The point is there are limits to their rule breaking; Tony's spot on the football team and Peter's participation in the art club too important to risk on something as silly as skipping a quiz. No, they thanked their best friends, unhooked the window lock and slithered out only after finishing and handing in the quiz. They weren't amateurs.

Still, Peter knows Tony literally couldn't have chosen a worse time for their impromptu lunch date. (Luckily, he'd expected this exact situation.)

"Tony, they don't even have bad food today. We could just wait until the bell rang to meet up and eat at the bleachers. Like we always do a day before a big game."

His boyfriend swivels around, hooks nimble fingers into his belt loops to pull Peter closer, never once stumbling even while walking backwards. The grin he shows is manic, just this side of wild to let Peter know this isn't about haunting nightmares and bouts of anxiety. This is normal, too high on a feeling Tony Stark. Which means he won't head back to school unless Peter pulls out all the stops...

He's too exhausted from last night's art project to use up energy on the puppy eyes. So he sighs, tugs on the blue varsity jacket Tony loves to show off, kisses a dimple before turning this untamed creature around.

"Come on, I found a new route to that shawarma place with MJ and Ned last week." It sounds exasperated, but Tony knows Peter will do anything to keep him happy. Well. Not anything. There's only so many times they can discuss Star Wars before simply agreeing to disagree on whether Han and Luke are pan or bi.

"What, and you tell me this now?", Tony squawks indignantly from Peter's left side, freezing nose nuzzling into Peter's neck as revenge.

Like a robber caught sneaking into a vault, he raises his hands instantly before shoving Tony away.

"Hey, you were focusing on practice! If I told you, you'd bring Rhodey, he'd bring T'Challa and then Shuri would pop up and who goes where she goes? Bucky, which means Steve and Sam, who'd already be there thanks to Rhodey and of course Clint would somehow appear with Nat. We'd be together so Ned and MJ are gonna be teasing with Betty and half the guys in our grade have a crush on Nat, or MJ or Shuri or Betty or you. So what's the end result? The entire football, soccer, basketball and swim team eating shawarma a week before the games. I am not hearing Coach Coulson scold me for you guys breaking diet again. I'm already on his list, another situation like that and I'll have to run fifteen laps around the field."

"Oh come on, you can do those in your sleep." He could, but again, not the point.

"With a weighted backpack, Tony."

"Yeah, I can see why you wouldn't want that."

"Before cycling fifteen laps and then swimming fifteen laps."

"Jesus, why would he even do that?" Tony looks at him then, disgruntled at the thought of his boyfriend doing all that.

He shrugs, doesn't want to explain Peter had done it once when it all got too much and he'd needed to release the pent up energy. He hadn't noticed Coach watching him, ready to come help if he hurt himself. They'd talk afterwards, Coulson making him promise to never do that alone. Now it became a reward and a punishment. Peter won the art contest? Fifteen everything to focus his mind and not go jumping off walls in his excitement.

His students wolfing down a thousand calories before a game? Fifteen everything so Peter would at least "time it so it's not during the season, Jesus". To be fair to Peter, Tony participated in almost all the sports teams so scheduling was hard.

"Listen, just don't eat a whole animal, ok? We can split it, eat enough," he glares at Tony, pushing through even as the puppy eyes come out, "and then head to the movies. They're showing Aliens for a few days cuz of Halloween and I already texted the guys to come during lunch."

His boyfriend, smart and sharp and witty, just blinks at him. "But we have class after lunch."

"Technically, but I convinced Mr Pym to let the class out of lab so we could all hang out. It's the one class we share so now the whole group can see it together."

Tony stops, eyes wide and mouth open.

"You, what, planned this?"

"Yeah, something fun before tomorrow to take it off your mind for a while. Or, you know, not make it stand out as much. I know how focused you get, and it's really great, having that as a goal, strategizing and taking it seriously. But I also know it can be a lot, so I thought we should all hang out since each of us has something coming up and we aren't spending much time together. Which I get, responsibilities and family and school; I just missed it and I can't be the only one, right? So yeah, this was planned. Like, two weeks ago. When MJ found the new route, it was like a sign. And I really want you to relax and enjoy the whole, I have friends that care for me and a boyfriend that loves-"

He slaps a hand on his mouth, eyes impossibly wide and cheeks flaming. Tony and Peter stand immobile, the world reduced to beat up sneakers breaking the simplicity of yellow lines on black, a flickering neon sign telling them the shawarma place is open and two hearts slowly starting to beat again after that confession.

Ned would say it's romantic. MJ would bluntly remind them it's a bad idea to stand in the middle of the road even if they're saying I love you. And with good reason, since there's the telltale roar of a car bursting with teenagers, voices howling out the lyrics to an AC/DC song. And of course Peter notices the noise of rubber swerving against gravel, the screeching of old brakes and a few terrified shrieks harmonizing with a sharp wind blasting into him out of nowhere. Before he can react, Tony is there, wrapping his arms around Peter and shoving them both into the little patch of grass that grows from a crack in dirty pavement.

There's a moment where his whole world flips, tumbles until he screws his eyes shut and prepare himself for whatever the fuck caused that noise. But nothing comes. Only a sigh blowing a stray curl away from his forehead. But a sigh? Why would?

Tony.

He gasps, jolts upright and apologizes when that just serves to jostle his boyfriend further into the ground. His boyfriend who'd flip them so Peter wouldn't be hurt. Tony is peering at him through half shut eyes, discomfort clear on the grimace he tried to transform into a sheepish grin.

"So, you love me, huh?"

It's the stupidest thing Tony Stark has ever said.

"What the fuck were you thinking? You could have gotten hurt, you could have shattered a wrist, dislocated a shoulder, torn an ACL, bent a leg-"

"This is not what I expected. Also it was a three foot leap forward on grass, I'm fine, Peter."

"Or bashed your head, or busted an arm and then what would you do for the game tomorrow? Who the hell does that?"

"The guy you love, apparently."

"That's not the point, Tony, that's unimportant because you nearly got hurt. Christ, Coulson will slaughter me if there's a scratch on you, and then your mom would be sad and I'd be sad because, what would I do without you? And don't you ever do that again, I can't take it. I am not losing you, Tony. God, why would you do that, risk so much on-"

"On you? Babe, I'd do it again. Ok, not the right thing to say based on the whole face thing you got going on right now. But just hear me out. Don't, stop hitting me, ow, why are you hitting, how are you this strong, Jesus. Ow, stop it. Peter, for fuck's sakes, I love you, you animal. Now please let go of the jacket, it'll get wrinkles."

His hands unclasp the soft cotton, Tony falling back with a groan and Peter's unhinged jaw snapping shut after fifteen seconds of letting the flies in.

It's a wonderful thing, hearing the guy he's loved for so long say it back, say he loves Peter.

It's also fucking stupid since there's even more reason to not do stunts like that.

"You're an idiot. I'm in love with a guy that has one shared brain cell with Steve. You could have been hurt, Tony. And what would that have done, huh?"

His boyfriend sighs yet again, wraps an arm around Peter to push them from the ground and heads to the car where their friends are gawking. He waves them off, offers a "Yeah, I know I'm amazing, no, I didn't break anything, T'challa, yes, I can play, Jesus, Rogers, I can read you like a book. I appreciate the worry, Bruce; Nat, thanks for calming him down. Rhodes, excellent driving. No need to hog the seats, Sam, we need to settle in. Peter, you can keep cursing me out if you, yeah, see how it's nice being fun size when you fit in my lap in a car full of people. What, I'm not walking after that, I don't care if it's til we reach the parking. Let's go, Rhodes. Pepper, I'm fine. "

Clint offers a high five. Tony responds and that's that. Out of sight, Ned gives him a fist bump and MJ keeps on reading her book. It could just be his imagination, but Tony's sure she's smiling, approval clear on her face. He preens, glad to have her blessing, and settles his head on Peter's fluffy hair.

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When they're all laughing in a booth, smashed together and picking food off of everyone's plate, Peter nuzzles the crook of his neck, holds his hand and squeezes it. Tony smiles, lights up and shoves at Sam's face when the trio of best friends tease him for puffing his chest out when his boyfriend ever so softly says, "I love you."

"I love you, too." The table whoops and calls for another round of food and Coca-Cola, their family grinning at them and fondly teasing the new couple. Tony grins back, high on this feeling of warmth and happiness and safety and love.

And then Peter presses ice cold lips onto his neck and he lets out a shout, pain coursing through him when a knee slams into the table. His eyes water and through the haze of agony he sees their friends exchanging cash, some grumbling and others smirking. Rhodey and MJ, he notes, are the ones that win the most. They high five before pocketing the cash and ordering dessert.

Peter kisses his cheek, smile innocent and eyes wicked. It's his own fault Tony snatches an ice cube and slips it below his Nirvana shirt. He only has five seconds to lord his victory over Peter before there's ice cream being smeared on his cheek. They battle then, accidentally sending food into Wanda's lap, Clint's hair and Bucky's face.

In less than a minute they are all covered in shawarma and participating in the fight. Peter shrieks when Tony pulls him into his lap, gets chicken on the varsity jacket and tries to wriggle away. But Tony kisses him, tastes ice cream and joy, thanks whoever decided to give him a break and find this incredible person dozing on the roof of the school with Ned and MJ one spring afternoon. Peter kisses back and, at the same time, they say, confidently, honestly,

"I love you."

This is dedicated to @drarryismyshit07

[magicalgirlfan666]

HumanStella x FemReader (AU): Studying

Hello this Fanfic was brought to you by DragonStar sponsored by winxwasmychildhood.org  which was made possible by viewers like you enjoy.

In this au Stella doesn’t know any of the winx girls and there are no fairies whatsoever which means no magic or other such things just normal humans okay?

This is a one shot

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I was at my house helping a classmate with her homework which wasn’t going as well as I would have liked it too. No matter how many times I told her or in how many ways I tried to explain it she wasn’t getting it and it was low-key driving me crazy.

I was really trying not to show it cause I honestly really did want to help her with her grades and I felt that her seeing how annoyed I was getting would only disencourage her. 

As I was trying to teach her I could tell her mind was on something else which I wish I had noticed it sooner.

“Stella are you okay?” Her eyes snapped from her school work to mines in a slightly widen state before going to normal as a fake smile came to her face.

“Why of course, why wouldn’t it?” She looked a little tense as she replied and swirled the chair around to face me.

“Well you seem to have your mind on something else instead of what I’m trying to tutor you on” I explained as I pointed to the book.

Her eyes glanced at it for a bit before shaking her head and waving her hand in a dismissive way. “That’s barely anything darling, as you probably know I’m not much into studying” 

“I’m just a little bored is all but I’m sure that I’ll learn this no problem” She said as she spun around in circles in the chair before stopping, facing the desk. 

“Are you sure cause it’s almost time for you to go home and the test is due tomorrow and you barely learned anything…like at all” She perked up in a panicky way before shoving the book in my face.

“Whaaa? Hurry up and teach me this” I sighed and grabbed the book, and tried teaching her and surprisingly she got it all in time which just proves that there was something obviously bothering her but I  just didn’t know what and before I could consider prying into her personal business and asking her she had already gathered up all of her stuff and left.

I  watched as she hopped into the limo that was sitting there for hours as I was teaching her and I knew the poor guy was sitting in it the whole time cause I never once heard the car drive off which left me feeling bad for him for having to wait so long to take her home.

~Next day~

I was walking off to my next class when I heard someone screaming from excitement and loud footsteps rushing in from my rear, raising a brow I turned around to see who it was out of curiosity but all I saw was a blur before falling onto the ground due to the body weight from who I can only guess to be the blonde I was tutoring.

“Ow” Was what I was barely able to squeeze out from my lips due to something crashing me in what I  could only guess was a death hold til she finally  let me go and I was able to breathe properly again.

But the relief for that was short-lived when paper was shoved in my face. “Look I got a good grade, see, see?” I gently pushed it back so I could see it clearly. 

And it was definitely better than what I’ve heard that she normally gets. “That’s great, now could you get off of me?” She did just that as she held me up then did a little dance with her grade.

Once she was done dancing she stopped and looked at me with bright eyes. “Hey why don’t I treat you for helping me?” Before I could decline she grabbed me by the arm and rushed off with me and took me to her limo.

“Wa-” As I was ever so kindly ‘placed’ Inside she had her driver take us to a very pricy looking cake shop and lead me inside were she’s ordered two cakes for us.

As I reluctantly ate it before confidently eating more and as it started to become less cake and more plate with crumbs the two of us talked and it was very pleasant despite the constant talk about me needing to update my wardrobe.

And it wasn’t long before that one treat as thanks turned into her taking me shopping, probably shouldn't have told her that I wasn't willing to spend any of the cash I have on high priced clothes though most of the stuff she got was for her but she was able to convince me into letting her get me  a shirt or two but that was it.

I wasn’t exactly comfortable with people buying me stuff, I don’t know why but it never felt right to me so besides special events I pretty much just turned down any time it was offered.

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As time passed it was now time to call it a day she dropped me off home. “It was fun spending time with you _______” I nodded and agreed.

“Yeah it was”  Her smile widened.

“We should do it again sometime and don’t think I’ll take no for an answer” She said as she saw that I was about to turn it down. 

“Alright I won’t” She nodded happily before telling her driver to go as they drove off she waved to me until she was out of sight or so I assume she stopped once I was out of view it would be pretty weird otherwise.

I  walked inside my house and took off my shoes before heading to my room to call up my cousin to apologize for missing out on our little online chess matches the two of us would do from time to time. She understood especially when I explained the cause.

"Sounds like she's a bit of a handful" I laughed. 

"That's a understatement" I replied back to her previous statement.  

"I better get going I have a experiment that needs working on" She said as I nodded and we said our goodbyes. I leaned back in my chair as I thought back to Stella and I thought about how she was acting now compared to yesterday.

"I don't know maybe she was having a off day" I said to myself before catching up on some extra schoolwork, I just hope it was an off day. 

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Short sorry about that but I couldn’t think of what else to do.

[yuvon-writes-letters]

[The writing is still shakily like Liskas last letter and a little bit wet]

I am not sure how to start this.

Probably like this: Every Jake please stops reading right now. Until you see a blue dot or something. You'll see it then.

Thank you, Yu...Really...I have been wondering myself about that. I mean, why have I just seemed to have some memory gaps while writing things, why you wanted me to do the word association. I don't even know what to say. Jake wants to protect me, I love am really thankful for that. Of course I am. But..I am not a child. I have a right to know. I do not like being lied to. And...Please don't ask me why, I just.. know. Whatever this silver thingy is, it is not here with the intention to hurt. [The writing does change just the littlest bit; it is clean. As if for a moment Liska would not have been on top of a boat] It seems more like the other way around. It seems hurt.

[Everything becomes shaky again]

Uhm, holy...Yuvon? I remember writing that. I just don't know why. Or how it was this clean.

●●●●

Are those enough dots? I believe so. Jake, one more question. Why did you write you had no time? For having no time you were surprisingly talkative when writing the parts for the others. (Not that I am not happy that he communicates with y'all, just maybe I am jealous which I am completely not. Argh

But just so you two know it, Jakes, we aren't children anymore...

Now the rest: Don't worry, Yu, I am still careful. I don't want to alert Jakes pursuers or the MWAF. But actually I am glad for the Duskwood stasis in the moment. It makes things kinda easier.

Yeah you are right...Still, I hope Goldie is doing okay. I am not sure if his state only came from the stasis but maybe also from Red Ink? Who started writing at times?

That the knowledge got stuffed in my head probably really was a matter of time, like you said. I would guess it was Goldies doing? But I am not sure.

I also think that Red Ink could be the enitity Goldie talked about much earlier; the one working against Goldie...

Before I do take any guesses on Red Inks domain I'll try and wait for more information, maybe we'll figure things out with time. (I btw could not read whatever they commented in Jakes letter either)

The first nickname I would have in mind for Sweetly Sleeping is 'Dream'. I mean, it would fit. But I'll just let you all deside whether we want to take this one.

About the 'rotting from the outside in' part. I also believe it is something metaphorical, but even the thought makes me really uncomfortable.

And now to your experience, Yu: Overall ot sounds damn scary and interesting at the same time...I don't know how else to describe it. Especially the part of you talking to Sweetly Sleeping but also that you as well shattered into shards there.

Yes, I did hear you. "Hello, I walk into empty". I don't even know how often you said this...It really scared me at first. You also told me that it was you a bit later and that you did not know what was happening. You asked whether I was talking or not and that you could not hear me.

In the end you said that I was supposed to tell you something after you woke up. But it didn't make any sense...There is nothing I could tell you know because you did not manage to get it out for me to understand anymore.

Reading the part about Prometheus and also your theory Jake was really interesting, too. Especially since I love mythology. Again I don't want to agree or deny anything in the moment.

And 'Stalker', I have one little question...What is it that you are not telling us? I just believe there is...Something. If not I apologise, I guess. (And I WILL be keeping an eye for enemies. I constantly do. But Padfoot and his girls are non of them.)

~ Liska🔥🐾

Lis,

Jakes, please skip 'til |||.

I'm just sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I'm not going to make excuses for myself, I should have told you earlier.

Trust me, I understand the "just knowing" thing. It happened for me with Black Ink, remember? I believe you. If Silver is good, they're good.

Oh, yaaay, more weird entity stuff. In all seriousness, though, we should try to figure out in that case what hurt Silver.

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Good, glad you're being careful. And I'm sure Goldie will be fine, eventually. But, yes. I'm also pretty sure Red Ink has something to do with all that. And it'd make a lot of sense for them to be the one working against Goldie.

Yeah, I was just throwing random suggestions around for domain, since I was the only one at that point that could actually see anything. I'd need a larger sample size to figure it out for real.

"Dream" sounds pretty good to me! Better than all the zero ideas I've come up with XD

"Rotting from the outside in." Is it naïve to hope that means the inside hasn't completely rotted yet? It probably is. After what it did to us...

"Scary and interesting" is a pretty good description, yeah. Also "insanity-inducing."

I Are you su Why would That's a song lyric. "Hello I walk into empty", I mean. It's It shows up in this one main story mission, in Secret World

Did I You know what, I was probably just... being dramatic. Or making a reference. Yes. I’m going with that.

The rest of it sounds about right. I wish I knew what I was going to try to tell me, though.

I'm. Just gonna sign off now.

—Yuvon

Hallo, Lis.

Well, of course you aren't a child. What happened for you to say that?

It's good that the stasis is still serving a purpose, at least.

This Red Ink entity should be watched closely, I think. At least, as much as is possible.

"Dream" most certainly fits. If no one else has any better ideas, that will work.

I am not entirely sure what to think of that descriptor, to be honest. Allegory, metaphors, and symbolism are not my specialties.

Interesting as it may have been, it affected Yuvon quite a bit. Hopefully, she’ll be better by tomorrow, at least somewhat.

While I have never heard the song Yuvon is talking about, I will say that Secret World Legends, the apparent source of Yuvon learning of the song, is among other genres a horror game. Make of that what you will.

It is a shame that Yuvon cut out before she could send her message properly, but there’s little to be done about it now.

Yes, the Prometheus puzzle seems to be of particular import. Yuvon was working on it, but now she seems to be pacing and muttering to herself. Once I’m done with this letter, I think I should speak with her.

I am utterly sure that Stalker is keeping at least something from us, but I doubt they will share it, especially as it is far more likely to be the death of me than of Yuvon. So it goes.

Goodbye for now,

Jake

(The song isn’t an essential clue, exactly. You don’t have to bother with it, especially if you’re thinking of playing SWL for whatever reason and don’t want spoilers.)

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 240

Chris

"Christopher, this is fucking real." Amber snaps.

I sit up in bed. "Bae."

She stands in front of the mirror. "This is going to be fucking... There's so much shit. I will be having a baby next year. What are we doing? Tell people? Not?"

"Girl, go to damn sleep."

"I can't." She blows. "Do you want to go with me to tell my parents? I mean like you going with me. So when we going?"

I sigh. "Arrange it and let me know. I don't fucking care. Go to sleep."

She walks towards the bedroom door. "It's fucking late. Get out the bed, FatHead."

"Walk faster." I groan.

"Aye, Chris." Trey says walking in the room.

I sigh. "Yeah."

"Cammie's mom made gumbo."

"For breakfast?"

"Bitch it's fucking 11."

I look at the clock. "I thought you were leaving."

"We all leaving tomorrow. You got the place till tomorrow. Plus Cammie's stepfather is here and Cammie acting like a human. I mean... me and Caden just woke up but anyway. She doing better."

"I thought it was you that needed fixing."

He shrugs. "My shit good."

"Where my baby?" I say looking around.

"Probably eating." Trey shrugs.

I sit up. "Is it wrong for wanting Amber pregnant and giving her a hard time about not wanting it?"

"What woman you know happy to be pregnant once she pregnant? You see Leah. You knew Cammie and MiMi. She pregnant. You take the happy days and you fucking go with it any other day."

"She not that far along."

"She pregnant. Who cares? They feel that shit."

I start to get out of bed then grab my balls when I feel a shit load of air. I chuckle at the face Trey makes. Before he could say anything Lane runs into the room.

"Chris you butt out!" Lane yells.

"Lane?" Cammie snaps.

Lane grabs Trey's legs. "Daddy, get me. Daddy?"

Trey picks him up as he scrambles from what might have been Cammie coming. Trey turns around walking out. I get up and walk to the bathroom. I'm not fucking getting rid of my baby. Amber can shut the fuck up and deal with life. She knew we were once trying. Nobody has been doing shit not to get pregnant.

"Mama Cammie can cook her ass off. Taste this."

"No." I snap.

She makes a lot of noise. I look behind me at her.

"Why are you being mean?"

"I feel like you putting all this stress on me about this baby when you and I both know you keeping it. Why argue?"

"Are you high? What are you talking about?" She snaps walking out. "What's happening? Chris acting mean to me because I'm not trying to kiss his ass today. Chris! You have a plane in the morning! I told him."

I'm fucking pissed off at the way she is acting right now. Like who the fuck is this when you been acting so shitty yesterday? I feel like she is acting fake as shit. But I don't know which Amber is fake. Is it this nice as person that seems to be okay with being pregnant or is that hateful bitch from last night fake? I walk into Cammie and Trey's room. Nobody was in there. I sigh.

"Nooo." Lane cries.

"Yo, what are you doing?" Trey asks walking past me into the room.

I realize that I was just standing there. "Ain't no way they can flip like that."

"Man, you don't know shit about little people then. But we woke up like this."

"Huh?" I retort. "Pregnant women."

He laughs. "Oh, yeah. I told you."

"I need to work on my attitude." I shake my head.

"Go talk to Rollie. I'm still working on my fucking attitude." He snatches Lane up from the bed. Lane starts crying. "Boy, what are you doing? Let's take a nap. Wait til your mama gets back."

Lane cries. "No tell Mommy."

Trey lies down on the bed with Lane. "Now is a good time to talk Chris. Go."

"Huh?"

"Talk to Amber while she feeling good, nigga. Do everything while she feeling good."

"Oh." I say turning to walk out. "You seen my daughter?"

"Getting spoiled by Cammie's mom. Cammie's nice twin."

Amber wasn't anywhere in the kitchen or front part of the house. I won't hunt her down to disturb her from her bouncy attitude. I'll wait til after I eat. I sit down at the table with Marco. He looks at me.

"Chris Brown right?"

"Nigga." I snap.

He chuckles then shows me his phone. There's a half naked woman on Facetime. I lean forward looking at the screen. I guess the nigga was showing me to someone not showing me his phone. She smiles faintly. I narrow my eyes at Marco. I guess all men are fucking dogs.

"You bold." I say looking down at my phone.

"She ain't shit to me." Macro's ass says out loud. Damn.

The girl says nothing. What the fuck? I didn’t think that was Marco. I just saw him as. Well shit. The motherfucker is never around. His baby mama is never with him or his kid. Hell they been together for a long as time and not married. It all makes sense. He hangs up the phone randomly. Like he had said bye.

"Marco you work?"

"Military."

"Who was that?" I nod towards the phone.

He kinda shakes his head. "I used to be in the military. I work at a gun manufactory company, which I got through my military clearance."

Hilda walks into the dining room. Oh shit. "Why you never do what I tell you?"

"What didn't I do?"

"Where is your son?"

Marco picks his phone up then puts it in his pocket. This man is clearly not paying attention to shit Hilda is saying. She slaps his dreads then she sucks her teeth walking out of the room. What kinda relationship is this? Marco chuckles to himself then he stands up.

"Thought you were different." I say to him.

"From who?" He shrugs.

I shrug back. "Don't know any faithful people nigga."

"I'm faithful." He nods. "Devin faithful."

"Devin not."

Marco makes a face. "This last time they been together. That’s been like 3 years. He a pretty good motherfucker."

"How you fucking faithful my nigga? I saw that fucking girl. I know you fucking loud ass girl. She ain't gonna go for you talking to some bitch on the phone."

"You right." Marco nods. "Aye, Baby!"

The sliding door opens. "Marco, go get your fucking son. Why are you calling me?"

"Tasha calling me again. I answered."

"I can't stand your childish ass shit." She says closing the door.

Marco laughs and walks out the door. "I tried."

"I thought I was fucked up." I say to myself.

I could hear him laughing still. I got a feeling he didn't say shit about that girl on his phone. I don't think I'm close enough to Hilda to start some shit about a girl on her man's phone. Let me mind my business. Weird ass guy.

Rollie

"Daddy, I... Daddy, you listening?" Jordan asks.

"Yes, Baby." I reply.

She hugs my neck. "I love you."

"I love you too." I say eating my food.

"Grandpa?" Jordan says funny. "Daddy, me and Grandpa going to look for seashells down by the big rocks. Oh Daddy, I have to tell you about my new grades. 3 A's and a B cause I didn't know we had a test and I missed school. I mean I didn't do the make up work. That's why. Is the B okay?"

I kiss her arm thats around my neck. "It's not okay that you didn't turn in work. So you didn't do everything you could but I like B's. I think you can try harder next time."

"Yes, sir, I can. Cause Mommy say I can't miss school if I can't make up my work. I want to go to California with you whenever I can. Or wherever you go."

"Can I eat?"

She let's go of my neck. "I'm going to ask Lexi if I can braid her hair like mine."

"Okay." I say relieved.

"God always has a way." Lonnie says.

I look at him. "What you talking bout, Preacher?"

He smiles at me then eats his food. After a few seconds he nods. "I think we can be friends on different terms now. You see how you can love a child that isn't yours. God teaches lessons all the time."

"Yeah."

"You still pray?"

I stare at him for a minute. He just casually talking and eating. Not caring if he talking to himself. Aight Lonnie. I do see how you can love a child that isn't yours. I don't need him and I never needed him to become the man I am today. But it was never any disrespect between us. I just simply needed him to know I didn't need a daddy. I guess we agree.

"Maybe not enough." I nod.

"Trey?" Lonnie says standing up. "Won't you have a sit? Talk a bit."

I glance at Trey. He looks at me then he walks into the room. "Sure."

"I like to be blunt." Lonnie says sitting and continuing to enjoy his meal.

"Good." Trey says.

Lane comes in the room whining. He wedges himself in between Trey's legs and watches me. What little boy? You got your daddy. Why you staring at me?

"I try to mind my business. That's not always best. Jayla needs a better man. More specifically a better husband then you. One who is complete."

I chuckle then look at Trey. Of course he had his face balled up mad. But Lonnie kept eating his food. I chuckle at that as the awkward pause feels the room. What are you going to say next Lonnie? You come here thinking you the fix to everyone's problem. What's going to fix this nigga?

"You aren't complete without God."

"Oh." I whisper. "Deep."

Lonnie looks at me. "Living in sin is equally as wrong as murder, in this case, suicide. You did good by getting married. God isn't going to punish you for doing right. He won't punish you for being rich either. But you have to acknowledge him and include him in your marriage. Complete yourself with God and you will be a better man."

"God?" Trey says like he never heard of God.

"Do you think your wife wanted to get married because of her family or because of her relationship with God."

Trey frowns. "Because of her reputation."

"Her reputation?" Lonnie frowns. "Well back home she is the sweet God fearing daughter of Gwendolyn. You know the good one. The one that's always in church. Until things happened at school 6 years ago. If I would have known then maybe she wouldn't have her sweet kids by you. So I won't go back in time. Because God makes no mistake when it comes to the lives that he puts on this Earth. Those boys were meant to be your boys. You were meant to be her husband."

"Yeah." Trey says.

Lonnie stands up from the table. "Would you like to pray with me later? Maybe I can give you some personal advise."

"That's cool." Trey says low.

"Good. Lane?" Lonnie says nodding then he chuckles.

Lane climbs into Trey's lap. "Daddy?"

"Okay, fine, Lane." Lonnie says walking out. "We will continue our game."

"I don't get why you and Cammie hate them so much. They don't seem all bad." Trey frowns.

I shrug. "Cause you older, wiser. Would you have honestly listened to that bull... BS as a teenager? A teenager that recently lost their parent? No. That's your answer. I answered for you."

"Maybe I do need to focus my marriage around God."

"Should have been done that." I say standing up and slapping Lane lightly.

Lane just hugs Trey. "Leave me alone."

I chuckle. "What is this man problem?"

"I don't know." Trey says hugging Lane back. "You okay Lane?"

"I okay." Lane says hugging Trey still. "Uncle Rollie hitting me."

Trey smiles at me. "Rollie don't hit him. He doesn't want to play right now."

I smile. "Sorry."

Bad ass gonna look at me to see my reaction. I leave out of the dining room going into the kitchen. Lonnie was sitting with April talking to her. Of course about God. He can't help take the church everywhere with him. But hell if it help Cammie and Trey then he needs to bring the whole church in this bitch. They need God.

"Rollie." Leah says walking into the kitchen. She touches my arm. "I don't know."

"Okay."

She grabs a bowl. "Did she make some that's not spicy for the kids?"

"My mama doesn't make hers spicy. She also makes the rice on the side." I say taking her bowl. "I'll do it for you."

"Oh..." Leah says frowning at me. "Thanks."

I nod my head at her. She hugs herself just staring at me. "Oh, did Jordan tell you about her grades? She wanted to be the one that told you. She was proud of her grades because she said you would be happy. Like I'm not happy when she makes good grades."

"Cause you fake." I say kissing at her.

"I tell that girl all the time how proud I am of her. She just really soaking this Daddy business up. Don't break my baby's heart."

I hand her the bowl. "I would never. Yours maybe."

She doesn't take it. Instead she eats some out of it cautiously. I look down her shirt as she leans forward. Her titties done grown like she already has milk in them. She snatches the bowl from me then turns my head towards the fridge. I look at my mother. She smiles slightly.

"Didn't hear me, TumTum?" She chuckles. "Did you like the gumbo?"

"Yeah, it was good." I nod.

She nods back. "April said I should have made my curry chicken. I didn't want to make anything too spicy. Plus gumbo can feed a lot. Maybe I'll cook her some another time."

"You should have made a cake."

"You want me to?" She nods. "I can get the stuff for it."

I shake my head. "Don't do anything special for me."

"Gwen, Lane is acting like he doesn't know me."

"I told you not to play that game with him. He doesn't stop his little games. Such a trickster like his mother was."

Lonnie chuckles to himself not saying anything. He rubs her arm then walks away. I leave out of the kitchen. I feel a lot differently towards Lonnie and my mother than I did years ago. I stop in front of Cammie and Trey's room.

"Lane!"

"No!"

I step inside. Cammie wasn't in the room. It was just Trey laying there with Lane on his chest. He was whispering something to Lane. Cammie comes out of the bathroom carrying a medicine bottle. She hands something to Lane. This girl gave him a damn pacifier. He puts it in his mouth then he takes it out looking at it.

"You giving him a pacifier?" I ask.

"He wanted to take his medicine like Caden. His ass wasted it all over the floor." Cammie snaps.

Lane a fucking spoiled ass little boy. I swear.

"That ain't gonna be my child. Imma show you how to raise a man."

"Bitch." Trey says then looks at Lane. Lane stares at him sucking on the pacifier. "You can't even stand to hear someone else child cry. It's a boy?"

"I'm saying it is." I shrug. "She doesn't want to know. She doesn't believe that we should know before the baby is born."

Trey narrows his eyes. "You have a girl it's over."

"You know it's different having Lonnie and GeeGee around as adults. Seems like shit changed. But ain't shit change but me." I say.

"Yeah."

Lane screams. Trey hands the pacifier to Cammie. "Stop."

"That mine!"

"Stop boy." Trey says sternly. Lane just lies there quiet. "Cammie talked with her mother about everything that happened in college. Peacefully. It's a lot of shit we got to get through as a family."

I chuckle. He being fucking modest. Bitch ass really saying he fucking told me so. Fucking prat. Throwing it in my face how he made that happen like he said he was. Then again the nigga didn't say that so I can't fucking say any of that shit. I nod my head at him. He smirks. See this bitch. Lane moves on his chest then gets off the bed screaming. He walks into the bathroom crying.

"Lane?" Cammie says. He just screams. "Okay, okay. You have to talk. I don't know what you want me to do. Tell me."

"I want Daddy."

Trey chuckles. "I'm so ready to be right. Again."

"Bitch." I say walking out.

[katedrakeohd]

Twas the Day before Christmas

(Catch up on the first three Parts Here)

Part Four of A Very Valtorian Christmas

The kitchen at the manor in Valtoria was a bustling hive of activity. Cakes and pies were being made for the meal on Christmas day, and the warm scents of cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger and vanilla filled the air. Standing at the long marble island, Hana and Kate are rolling out sugar cookie dough and cutting out shapes to bake.

Hana picks up a star-shaped cutter, "I love stars, they're my favorite shape of Christmas cookie."

"I'm partial to snowflakes myself." Kate says, laying the cut shapes carefully on the baking tray.

Kate feels the baby move and lays a hand on her belly. "What about you little one? Will you be a snowflake lover like Mommy or a star lover like your Daddy and Auntie Hana?"

"Speaking of Daddy, I wonder how Drake and Maxwell are getting along with their mission to spread Christmas cheer." Hana says as she hands off the tray of cookies to one of the cooks.

Kate giggles as she rolls out more cookie dough, "I'm sure they're fine. I know that Maxwell can be unpredictable at times, but Drake assured me that he would let him help in whatever way Maxwell as an elf can. I'm proud of Drake for taking on the responsibility of playing Santa this year. I can imagine all of the smiling faces of the little children."

"I'm still trying to get over seeing Drake in a Santa suit. Shockingly he wears it well. Who knew Mr.Grumpy would make such a good jolly old elf."

Kate swipes a bowl of gum drops as the bakers shoo her and Hana out of the kitchen. There was still much to be prepared, and having the Duchess and her Lady friend in the way was slowing them down.

The two women giggle like school girls as they make their way back to the Great Room. "Well I guess that officially takes us off baking duties. Now what?"

Hana links her arm through Kate's, grabbing a red gumdrop out of the bowl, "Any gift wrapping left to do?"

Kate shakes her head, "No, all done."

Hana takes in the lavish decorations around the Great Room as they sit down on one of the sofas to relax. "Thanks so much for inviting me to your home for Christmas Kate, it really is a nice place to spend a holiday. And you and Drake have really captured the spirit of the season in your beautiful decorations."

Kate smiles and reaches out to squeeze Hana's hand. "You're always welcome here sweety, and Drake and I wouldn't dream of letting a friend spend Christmas alone. I'm so glad to have you, Maxwell and Nicholas here. You're part of the family."

Hana wipes away a tear, "You're the best, Kate."

Pulling her friend into a hug, Hana giggles as the baby belly ends up in the way. "And our family is growing too. I can't wait to meet your sweet little baby."

Kate looks down and smoothes her hands across her belly in a gentle hug of her own, "Can you believe my child is going to be King or Queen someday?"

"You and Drake must be over the moon excited about being parents. This little royal heir is going to be born into such a world of love. Between all the attention from Mommy and Daddy, plus their Aunts and Uncles. I truly believe they're blessed."

"We're both excited and a little nervous, as any first time parents would be. But we also know we've no shortage of help if we need it."

"Have you picked out names yet?"

"We've talked about it, but haven't narrowed down a list."

Hana frowns, "I suppose it's a little complicated to pick out baby names when there's going to be so much importance attached to it."

Kate's eyebrows shoot up, "Exactly! Knowing that the title of King or Queen is going to be forever associated with their first name is a heavy burden on my mind."

"Have you thought about picking a name from ancient Cordonian history and giving it new life?"

Kate smiles, "Ooh that sounds like a great idea. It would give our son or daughter a connection to history and we can tell them stories about who they've been named after. Plus where I'm not from here it's a way to show the people that I'm embracing their Country as my own."

Hana glances around the Great Room, "Does the manor have a library? Surely there's a Cordonian History book around here."

"We don't have a library, but there are plenty of books in the study."

Hana helps Kate up off of the sofa. "Cool, what do you say we score a plate of cookies and some hot chocolate and head down to the study and research some cool baby names?"

Kate tucks her arm through Hana's and gives it a squeeze. "I'm so glad you're here Hana. Do you have to go back to the Palace tomorrow? Because I'd love it if you could stay longer."

Hana grins at her best friend, "Wouldn't I get in the way of you and Drake having time alone?"

Kate laughs, "As sweet and comforting as Drake can be, he can be a bit too helpful sometimes and I have to shoo him away to do something else. I know he means well, but I can tell he gets bored just sitting around while I sit and read or take a nap. And there's only so many romantic comedies on Netflix he can suffer through before he just pretends to take a nap or finds a game to play on his phone."

Hana scoffs, "Well that won't do. You need another girl around to binge watch stuff with you and to gush over cute baby things online."

"Exactly! Drake doesn't have a clue about all the adorable baby clothes, toys and other gear there is out there. I want my nursery to be fully stocked."

"Do you think Drake will change diapers? Or if he knows how?"

"He said he was willing to learn how to do all of that stuff, but I guess we'll have to wait and see."

"Hasn't he helped Savannah with Bartie before?"

"He has, but beyond holding his nephew and chasing him away from things he shouldn't touch I don't know what else he's helped her with."

After stealing a plate of cookies from the kitchen along with two glasses of milk. Hana and Kate head for the study.

As they pass by Kate's office, they can here Nicholas on the other side of the door, his voice is raised and he's talking to someone.

Hana frowns, "What's going on in there? I was wondering where Nicholas was hiding."

"Oh you know Nicholas, you can take the King out of the Palace but he can't leave the Crown and everything that goes along with it behind. He asked me if he could use my office as a base of operations while he's here in Valtoria. I'm hoping he takes a break at some point from running the country and enjoy the Holidays."

The main Study is in the room next to Kate's office, and as the women enter Kate turns on the lights. Hana sets the tray of cookies and milk down on the large oak desk.

"So as the Duchess, you have an office. Does Drake have an office too?" Hana asks, picking up a cookie.

Kate smiles as she leans her hip against the desk and folds her arms. "Well, it's not quite an Office for business anymore. The room next to this one used to be the Duke's office, but Drake had it converted into his own personal man cave."

Hana giggles. "Let me guess, it's upholstered in leather, dark wood and smells of whiskey?"

"Pretty much. He's basicly turned it into his own pub. With a bar and a pool table. Although he still calls it his Office."

Hana looks at the array of bookshelves lining the walls of the Study. "Hmm, where do we start. Do you think Drake would be upset if we start researching names without him?"

Kate shrugs, dunking a cookie into her glass of milk. "I think he would just be happy to have a list to pick from."

Hana runs her fingers along the spines of the books, "So how far back into history should we go? There are books here going back to the 17th century."

"Is there one that chronicles the nobility from way back then til now?"

Hana picks two books, "Yes, two actually."

Kate clears a spot on the desk for the two books. "Cool, let's take a look."

Hana and Kate settle into the desk chairs and each grab a book. Kate pulls a couple of notepads from the drawer and hands one to Hana, along with a pen.

"Ok Hana my love, you pick me out some nice girl names and I'll look at names for boys. And we'll take note of any interesting facts about these people as we go."

Nicholas opens the door to the adjoining office, "I thought I heard voices in here. What are you Ladies up to?"

Kate waves him over, "Welcome your Majesty! Just the royal brain we need to help us out."

Nicholas grabs a cookie from the plate and leans over to see the open books on the table. "Doing research?"

"Well kinda, we're looking up baby names." Hana says from behind her glass of milk.

"I don't want to impose my opinions on Kate or influence her in any way. She made it clear this is her and Drake's child first, and heir to the throne second. If it got back to Drake that any of my suggestions made the list I don't think he'd be very happy."

Hana and Kate exchange a worried look, "Well I'm sure Drake wouldn't protest that much would he? You know Cordonian history better than we do. I'd hate to pick someone bad out of history to name my child after."

Nicholas nods, "Well I can help steer you away from repeating that kind of history for sure."

"Ok good, pull up a chair."

Hana looks through ancient family trees from the 17th century, "So are you partial to any letter of the Alphabet for name starters?"

Kate blushes slightly, "Well I do have a soft spot for names starting with K. Or containing the letter K. Since Drake and I both have that in common. I figured it could be our new Walker family tradition."

Hana smiles, "That would be nice, plus it would help narrow things down."

.........

Drake and Maxwell opened up the back doors of the SUV and climbed in. Pulling off his Santa hat, Drake settled back against the seat wearily.

“Take us home, Preston.”

In the front seat Preston nods and makes eye contact with Drake in the rearview mirror, “Very well, Your Grace.”

Beside Drake in the backseat, Maxwell's tank of exuberant Christmas energy is still half full. If it weren’t for the requirement to wear a seat belt for safe travelling, he'd be bouncing all over the car like a rubber ball. Between Drake and Maxwell there's a large bag of candy on the seat. They're leftovers from the parade, and Maxwell has already had more than his share. Drake pulls it over closer and throws his hat over top to discourage Maxwell from eating anymore of it. Who needs little children to worry about when you have a Maxwell?

Maxwell looks like he might explode if he doesn't talk about his day, so Drake reluctantly engages him to let him let off steam. “Ok Maxwell, out with it. Did you have fun today?”

Maxwell beams, “Yes! This was the best Christmas adventure ever. Bertrand never lets me do this sort of thing. Now that he has Savannah, Bartie and now dear old Dad to keep him busy he has even less time for doing fun stuff.”

The warmth inside of the SUV is starting to get to Drake and he struggles his way out of his Santa coat, Max grabs a sleeve to help him get free of it. “Best adventure ever, huh? So what was your favorite part of today?”

“Seeing all the kids happy faces when I handed them candy canes and presents. They were so excited. What was your favorite part?”

Drake looked at Maxwell and thought about his answer. He didn't want to admit to Maxwell that the happy children were his favorite part too. Every smiling, rosy cheeked, grateful child reminded him that he was going to be a father himself soon. That warm, emotional feeling he felt every time one of the kids said: “thank you Santa..” had nearly brought him to tears.

Oh my God what's happening to me? I’ve gotta maintain my tough, grumpy guy persona in front of Maxwell or he’ll tease me like the schmuck that he is.

“Uh, sure the kids were great, but driving that sleigh was definitely the highlight of my day. Three horse power doesn’t mean shit as far as motors go, but with three actual horses? Damn that sleigh flew.”

Maxwell frowns, “But the drive to town was terrifying. I fell off, remember?”

Drake gives Maxwell a reassuring pat on the shoulder, “Well that part sucked, sure, but after you got back on the sleigh and sat up front with me; you had fun right?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” The corner of Maxwell’s mouth turns up in a smirk as he shrugs his shoulders.

“The children really did seem to enjoy the sleigh’s jingling bells, and the fancy horses.”

Drake gives Maxwell a gentle punch to the shoulder, “See? That’s why the sleigh was my favorite part. Besides, I couldn’t have handed out all of those candy canes by myself. You did good today, Max. Heck, if we do this thing again next year maybe you can play Santa, and I’ll …”

Maxwell’s face lights up, “O..M..G, could I really play Santa?”

Drake nods, scratching at the itchy white beard on his cheek. “Well sure you could. But just let somebody else drive the sleigh for you OK?”

Maxwell grins at Drake, “And would Daddy Drake be my elf helper?”

“Nope, not a chance.”

°•~⭐❄🎅🍭🎄🎁🏰~•°

Continued in ^♡^ Part Five ^♡^

[razorblade180]

Melody of the heart 6

Jaune:*tuning a guitar*........

Cinder:You’ve been doing this for five minutes, quit stalling...

Ruby:Can you not be the worst person ever for like ten minutes? You’re the reason he’s in this position in the first place.

Cinder:Doesn’t mean you he has to take forever; unless he wants that bonefire to eat him.

Cardin:Matters of the heart cannot be rushed. If they are then the true feelings behind the words can’t hope to connect to the hearts of others.

Everyone, and I mean everyone stops and just looks at Cardin for a moment. Taken back by his words.

Cardin:....What?

Jaune:That was really deep.

Pyrrha:And understanding; what happened to you since I died?

Cardin:Nothing, you guys just never saw more than the bully I was to your leader.

Nora:Why are you here again? What could you be possibly singing about!?

Cardin:It doesn’t matter.....

Jaune:Anyways......*puts guitar down* I was stalling a bit. I just.....this is more challenging than I thought.

“Don’t look at her!!”

People turn towards the voice to see a woman with similar looks to Jaune. Sure enough, she was holding a baby and holding hands with another woman.

Jaune:Saph!? How long have-

Saph:The whole time, but that’s not important. Remember when you wanted to sing mom a song you wrote for Mother’s Day when you were little? But every time you looked at her you got emotional and stopped?

RWBYNP:Awwwwwww

Jaune:*red* Yes.........

Saph:You got through it by not looking at her. So close your eyes or something.

Jaune:Is that allowed?

Ozma:All you have to do his sing honestly. The fire didn’t say you have to look at her.

Jaune:Is that okay with you Pyrrha?

Pyrrha:*nods anxiously* Do what you gotta do.

With a final deep breath he closes his eyes; making her the last thing he sees. Everyone remains quiet as the instruments finally start to play and embers almost immediately circle him. Signaling he’s already putting genuine effort into it.

Neo:(crap I know this song....)

Jaune: 🎶Everybody's got something they had to leave behind.

One regret from yesterday that just seems to grow with time....🎶

Neo:God damnit...

Jaune: 🎶There's no use looking back, or wondering (or wondering...)

How it could be now or might've been (or might’ve been.....) 🎶

🎶All this I know, but still I can't find ways to let you go~🎶 *embers glow*

Jaune:🎶I never had a dream come true. 'Til the day that I found you.

Even though I pretend that I've moved on. You'll always be my baby🎶

Jaune:🎶I never found the words to say, you're the one I think about each day. *tearing up*

And I know no matter where life takes me to, a part of me will always be with you.....🎶 *opens his*

Pyrrha:*lip quivering* W..well then*

Neo:*runs to him* Um can I join?

Jaune:Be my guest, it honestly might help.

Neo🎶:Somewhere in my memory I've lost all sense of time; and tomorrow can never be. 'Cause yesterday is all that fills my mind. 🎶 *looks at Roman*

🎶There's no use looking back, oh wondering (oh wondering)

How it should been, now oh might've been (oh might’ve been) 🎶

All this I know but, still I can't find ways to let you go...🎶

Neo:🎶I never had a dream come true .'Til the day that I found you

Even though I pretend that I've moved on. You'll always be my baby🎶

Neo:🎶I never found the words to say, you're the one I think about each day

And I know no matter where life takes me to, a part of me will always be....🎶 *sniff*

Jaune: 🎶You'll always be the dream that fills my head

Yes you will....

Say you will.....

You know you will oh baby!!!!!!🎶

Neo:🎶You'll always be the one I know I'll never forget!!!🎶

Jaune:There's no use looking back, oh wondering

Neo:Because love is a strange and funny thing

JN:No matter how hard I try and try....

🎶I JUST CAN’T SAY GOODBYE!!!!🎶 *crying*

Neo:🎶No no no no! I never had a dream come true. 'Til the day that I found you!

Even though I pretend that I've moved on, you'll always be my baby.🎶

Jaune:I never found the words to say. You're the one I think about each day!

JN:And I know no matter where life takes me to

Jaune:A part of me will always be with you...

The music dies down as embers around Neo fly back into the flames. She wipes her tears and returns to her spot next Roman. Jaune’s embers remain and spread to Pyrrha.

Roman:Wow, that was-

Neo:Not a word. *clings to him* I just felt like singing is all....*blushing* trying out my voice and stuff.

Roman:...*rubs her head* It’s a beautiful voice.

Neo:*crying in his arms*

Pyrrha:.....*shaky breaths and watery eyes*

Jaune:......Looks like I still gotta sing; this time with you.

Pyrrha:If...if that’s a problem them maybe we could get the flame to-

Jaune:No! *takes her hand* it’s...perfect. I think I really need this moment- a moment with you.

Pyrrha:*red* 🎶Every night in my dreams I see you, I feel you. That is how I know you go on....

Far across the distance and spaces between us, you have come to show you go on🎶

Pyrrha and Jaune: 🎶Near, far, wherever you are. I believe that the heart does go on~

Once more you open the door and you're here in my heart and my heart will go on and on....🎶

*embers immediately swarm everybody*

Ozma:(Well damn!)

Jaune:🎶Love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime. And never let go till we're gone....🎶

Weiss:*an emotional mess*

Jaune and Pyrrha: 🎶Love was when I loved you. One true time I hold to~ In my life we'll always go on.....🎶 *stares at each other*

🎶Near, far, wherever you are I believe that the heart does go on.

Once more you open the door and you're here in my heart and my heart will go on and on🎶

*tears running down their face as they try wiping them*

Jaune and Pyrrha:🎶 You're here, there's nothing I fear and I know that my heart will go on.....

We'll stay......forever this way!!!!

You are safe in my heart and my heart will go on and on....🎶

As the embers turned into pure flames they went back into the fire. The music died down a little but didn’t stop entirely. There wasn’t a single dry eye in the room especially....

Weiss:*quietly sobbing*

Blake:*sniffling* You okay?

Weiss:I don’t know! Something....*sniff* about that.....really hurt.

Salem:The power of music.

Jaune:*wiping his tears*Two songs in a row; that’s exhausting.

Pyrrha:*wiping hers* You alright?

Jaune:Think I need a moment. Am I done for now?

“You may have a seat, however....🔥”

*embers fly around Pyrrha again*

Pyrrha:What!?

“Tell Jaune what’s on your mind with the help of friends.🔥”

Ren and Nora:*immediately walk up there* on it...

Ruby:*sits at a piano* same.. Would the rest of you kindly....

Yang:Yep *drags Jaune to the sidelines next to Weiss and Blake*

Blake:Glad you could join us.

Weiss:I like your singing voice. *pulling herself together*

Jaune:*red* thanks....

Ruby:*playing piano* Operation help Jaune move on is a go. Take it away Ren....

Ren: 🎶I hope when you take that jump you don't fear the fall.

I hope when the water rises you built a wall

I hope when the crowd screams out they're screaming your name

I hope if everybody runs you choose to stay🎶 *smiles happily at him*

Nora: 🎶I hope that you fall in love and it hurts so bad🎶 *winks at Weiss*

Jaune and Weiss:*blushing*

Pyrrha: 🎶The only way you can know is gave it all you have. 🎶*also winks*

Ruby: 🎶And I hope that you don't suffer, but take the pain.🎶

Ren:🎶I hope when the moment comes, you'll say...🎶

Pyrrha:🎶I~ I did it all, I~ I did it all.....

I owned every second that this world could give. Saw so many places, the things that I did.

Yeah with every broken bone, I swear I lived. 🎶 *blows him a kiss*

Jaune:*smiles* you guys are so extra...

RNR: 🎶I hope that you spend your days, but they all add up.

And when that sun goes down I hope you raise your cup! 🎶

Pyrrha: 🎶I wish that I could witness all your joy and all your pain, but until my moment comes I'll say....🎶

RNR: 🎶I~ I did it all, I~ I did it all!!!!🎶

Pyrrha:🎶I owned every second that this world could give. Saw so many places, the things that I did.

Yeah with every broken bone I swear I lived.🎶 *takes Jaune to middle one more time*

Pyrrha:Got a little song left in you?

Jaune:Think I can manage hehe

Pyrrha:Good, nice armor by the way. *smiles*

Jaune:*smiles*

Pyrrha and Jaune: 🎶Whatever you wanna do, I’ll be here right next to you.

No matter what comes your way, I’ll know it’ll be okay.

Whatever you wanna do, I’ll be here right next to you.

No matter what comes your way, I hope that you can say.....🎶

Pyrrha and Jaune: 🎶I~I lived it all....!!!!!!🎶

Nora:Sing it proud!!!!

🎶I~I LIVED IT ALL....!!!!!!!!🎶 (Woooh!)

Pyrrha and Jaune: 🎶I owned every second that this world could give. I saw so many places, the things that I did!

With every broken bone I swear I lived!🎶

Jaune:🎶Ohhh I swear I lived!!!!🎶

Pyrrha:🎶I lived I lived!!!!!🎶

Jaune:🎶Ohh I did it all!🎶

Pyrrha:🎶I did it all!🎶

Jaune:🎶I did it all~ ohhh🎶

🎶I swear I lived....🎶 *music stops*

Nora:How’s that for a song!!!!?

Ruby:*sweating* Phew.... can you give my friend a break now please? You have three songs of emotional baggage from him.

“splendid, for now...🔥” *embers finally fade*

Ren:Thank the stars it’s over. Please tell me you feel even a little bit better?

Saph:He better! I’m so tired of crying!

Everyone:Yes!

Jaune:*rubbing his head* Yeah....I feel better.

Pyrrha:Then that’s all that matters. *winded* my goodness, you do this for fun Weiss?

Weiss:It’s a gift.

Pyrrha:One that you and Jaune both seem to share a bit. Maybe you two should compare notes sometimes. *pushes him towards her*

Jaune:*flustered* W..what!? Pyrrha are you sure-

Pyrrha:Live your life Jaune. Those moments we had are more than enough for me. *kisses his cheek* and sits down.

Salem:Been awhile since I’ve seen emotion like that.

Ozma:They truly are splendid children. I can’t wait to see what other emotions this crowd will display. For now though, let’s just give them a minute.

The two old souls watch everyone collect themselves and see a new spark of determination in their eyes. No way anybody wanted to lose to that performance. Many individuals already pondering what might happen on their turn as Jaune and Weiss both awkwardly try to open up a little more.

[lovemecharlie]

NEW YORK MINUTE

An interactive story where you'll get to read and play along as your favorite wife and make choices. Good luck to you all and enjoy!

The First Night

When the private jet touched ground in NYC, Erik and his wives transferred to a matte black 12-passenger van where Bastion sat in the passenger seat to give the address of the house she'd rented via Noirbnb. The driver was an older black man named Sam and Erik watched him closely as he kept looking at Bastion.

“Erik, did you just hear that foolishness. JoJo said she tryna go to Dubai. For what,” Kimora cackled.

“Why Poosy? Just why,” Homie asked.

“I'm not entertaining this,” Hennessy chuckled.

“Think about it,” Josephine said launching into explanation while the others laughed.

“Eyes on the road, nigga,” Erik snapped suddenly causing everyone to look to the driver where Erik had been staring.

“Erik, leave that man alone,” Homie laughed when the driver flinched. “He don't mean no harm. You married nine beautiful women, what do you expect?”

“Hey, Mr. Driver Man, how old are you anyway,” Josephine leaned with Angel pushing her back and Erik throwing an evil expression daring Jojo to try him on this family vacation.

“Stop,” Angel cringed blocking Jojo.

“You and these old men,” Charlie laughed. “Hey Mr., you ever been to Dubai?”

“STOP. Mr. Sam, don't answer that,” Hennessy yelled. The driver continued to look ahead with Erik's eyes still burning a hole through his head.

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The rental house was grand. It was no Stevens-Udaku estate by any means, but it was still larger and more luxurious than the average American home. A smooth dark stone path led to the front door where a quaint balcony jutted out overhead. There were many windows and many lights as well as many plants outdoors and artfully scattered inside as well. A complimentary fruit basket sat on the kitchen counter along with twelve decadent cupcakes which were boxed and sealed, and a few bottles of Arbor Mist wine in various flavors.

“This is my kind of vacation,” Charlie said around a mouthful of strawberry buttercream. “These cupcakes..” She gave a thumbs up. Erik tilted his head as if to say ‘Really?’ and she swallowed pointing to the fluffy cupcake in her hand. “I'm tasting it for poison. I'm the guinea pig.” He rolled his eyes and the group moved on looking through the lower level of the house while the driver took the bags upstairs and sat them in the hall. Vast living room, a bathroom, a movie theater den and a pool out back. They went upstairs and Bastion immediately paired everyone up for the rooms. There were five bedrooms.

“Daddy and I will-”

“Erik and who?��� Hennessy cocked her head to the side. “No, try that one again.”

“Okay fine,” Bastion huffed, “Daddy and Kennedi. Is that fair?” Erik kissed her cheek when she pouted.

“Yep,” Homie said stepping forward in response to her government name being called. Erik smirked as she pulled him into the bedroom and waved her fingers closing the door.  

“Don't forget to be dressed and ready for Broadway. No sleeping in tonight. Sleep tomorrow,” Bastion yelled pointing to the next room. “Angel a-”

“Got ya,” Ryley said pulling Angel into the room. The door closed before anyone else could comment.. and now Homie was moaning.

“Okay, I'm rooming with Aly'Sha. Kimora, you're with Jojo. Henny, you're with Charlie,” Bastion pointed. The groups scattered with an agreement to reconvene when it was time to leave.

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They'd all arrived at Broadway with time to spare dressed to kill watching a captivating performance of The Lion King. When it was all over, they hadn't far to go to get to the restaurant for dinner. It was all in the heart of NYC. Carmine's was the name of the establishment and they were the focus of the dining floor in their eye-catching garb. They looked like movie stars taken off of the red carpet and dropped at a white cloth covered table. Erik wore a navy velvet suit with a crisp white button up and navy velvet loafers. His fade and facial hair was cleanly cut, locs freshly washed and retwisted with aloe, and his golden rimmed glasses took him from pimp to intelligent black professor. He beamed, showing off his platinum bottom grill as he admired his table full of beautiful women.

“Him drunk look at'em,” Ryley snickered gesturing to the grinning N'Jadaka. His eyes were squint. The wives snickered and smiled watching him shake his head like he was just the happiest man on earth.

“I wanna make a toast,” he slurred raising his wine glass. His vodka glass was empty. Since he wasn't driving, he could get as lit as he wished.. and he was. “I married…,” he hesitated thinking about it, “Nine beautiful ass bi-” he paused looking to Charlie, “-young ladies.. beautiful. Stunning. Radiant. Divine. Beguiling..”

“Leave it to you to use big words when you're smashed,” Hennessy giggled watching him point at her with a happy yet unfocused expression. She shook her head confused, laughing and Charlie met her eye just as humored. He was really drunk.

“I love all of you so much.. so, so, so, SO much,” he stressed shaking his head for emphasis.

“Oh my God,” Angel howled giggling so hard she started crying.

“Shh shh,” Erik hushed with a finger to his lips. “I would die for you, mon amour, ma vie, mon tout..”

Hennessy wiped the tears from her own eyes, still in a giggling fit as Erik turned his attention and declarations of eternal love to her, toast forgotten.

When the check came, Hennessy used Erik's card to pay and they all hobbled into the street with Erik still whispering sweet nothings switching from French, to Xhosa, and back to English without seeming to notice.

“Yotteru yo,” Charlie said switching to Japanese grinning as she helped Erik to walk since he was weaving on the sidewalk.

“Shhh,” he shushed leaning to whisper in her ear. “Nonono I'm not drunk, babygirl. Daddy just lit. Yottenai.. Yottenai.”

“You're drunk,” Hennessy laughed.

"Hey, I think there's a club nearby, like in walking distance. We can ditch the car since we'll have to wait on it to drive around the block in this traffic and reach us. Let's just walk and enjoy the city," Kimora enthused checking her phone's GPS. Erik jogged ahead to drape his arm over her shoulders.

"Lead the way baby." Suddenly he was walking straight and Charlie stared at him, mouth wide as Hennessy laughed. Kimora turned to walk down a blackened alley that they couldn't see the end of due to shadows. Erik was right there with her.

"Wait, no," Bastion froze. The only light in there was the moonlight.

"Don't be scared, I'm right here," Erik announced walking into the shadowy darkness with Kimora. Feeling safer with him than without him, Bastion rushed into the darkness clutching onto the back of Erik's soft blazer.

"Uh uh, hold up now. I don't know 'bout all this," Angel drawled placing her hand on her hips and looking to Ryley. "My security don't get here til tomorrow."

"I'll be ya security. We'll protect each other," Ryley promised holding Angels hand firmly in hers. Side by side they walked on in after Bastion. Homie looked to Jojo then and followed as Josephine grinned and walked into the alley first.

"Should we go," Charlie asked Hennessy as they hung back.

"Wait a minute." Hennessy paused on the sidewalk to pull her engineered joint out of her clutch. Charlie sparked the lighter for her and she smirked putting the joint to her pink lips. “Thank you wifey.”

“Anytime,” Charlie smiled watching Hennessy inhale and exhale clean smoke.

"I'm ready." Hennessy and Charlie turned together walking into the alley, Charlie's phone flashlight shining ahead.

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Erik kissed his teeth noticing three shadows moving ahead and stepped in front of Kimora. "Why we can't just walk through the city in peace," he groaned. A gun lifted pointing at him and he rolled his eyes as three men approached, two black and one white.

One of the black guys let out a long whistle, kissing his teeth at the end. "This my lucky day, money and bitches falling in my lap." He racked his gun and made the count two peices aimed at Erik who smirked at the comment. They ain't know him or his wives. "Young nigga out here gettin it," the man snorted, spitting off to the side. "We been watching you, nigga. You not from here." He looked over Erik's fit and to the wives who were decked out in pricey gowns. "I hate to embarrass you like this in front of ya bitches, but... nah, I actually don't give a fuck. Get on your knees Carlton ass weakass bastard."

"You think you can walk up on me like shit sweet just because I'm surrounded by women? Hm. Also, Carlton didn't wear glasses," Erik sighed unbothered.

"Wow motherfucker, you have a death wish," the white man laughed. The other muggers were distracted for only a second and brought back to attention by the sound of four guns clicking nearly in unison. The distraction was all the time the wives needed to flip the script.

Ryley held her pistol out strong, her eyes never wavering. He posture was a cold dare. She dared them to try to pull the trigger faster than she could, gripping up her dress with her free hand in case she had to rip it and get crazy. Angel was loose from her wine and her gun had flown quickly into the air ready to pop at any movement of the men's fingers. She nearly fired simply because she was tipsy and they were annoying. She hobbled back on her high heels, mirroring Ryley's bold energy. She silently dared them to try and pull the trigger on her husband. They'd see ugly like they'd never seen before. Bastion had the gun that Erik had given her aimed at the white guy, but she didn't exactly know how to hold it or how to aim since she lacked gun skills. The heart was there, however, and she held the gun sideways like she'd seen in the movies before looking briefly to Ryley out the corner of her eye and holding the gun straight to mirror her pose. Josephine's gun was aimed for the other black guy and she stuck her arm out over Angel with her gun to the side, but that was just how she shot guns.

"Ain't nobody killing that nigga but me, y'erd. Pull the trigger and get sprayed like gřřřřtttt," Josephine threatened imitating the sound of an automatic assault rifle. Hennessy stoodby also unbothered and smoking her joint passing it off between Homie and Aly'Sha who were barely interested, they were so unafraid. Charlie stood watching the scenario through her phone's camera, chuckling in the background behind the armed wives. They had it handled. Two of the men turned tail, lowering their guns and running away, but that one bold one who was talking trash stayed with his gun up. Angel pulled the trigger and then Ryley shot. The man fell to his knees and forward dropping his gun. Charlie stepped forward and looked him over without touching him.

"He'll live," she determined walking on. Kimora and Erik followed and then Hennessy, Homie, Bastion, Angel, and Ryley. Aly'Sha walked on like nothing had happened and Josephine started to move on, but something in her witchy mind said no. She shot her gun sending a bullet to the man's head killing him. Aly'Sha rolled her eyes.

"Now we gotta get out of here," Ryley groaned walking faster. When they emerged into the street, they saw the club a couple of blocks away.

"See! Not that far," Kimora pointed.

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* only JoJo is available to play now. Follow the links

Play as Hennessy

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[fatnuggetsthinker]

FULL STEAM AHEAD

Heathers inspired.

Gwil x Reader 2.6k!

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She sighed and checked her watch as she waited in the empty auditorium, this was the second day in a row he had blown off rehearsals. Jason, he was far too high and mighty to commit to this part, it didn't matter to him the way it did to her. This was a big break for her, her first lead role and in her favourite musical nonetheless. Getting to play Veronica Sawyer was a dream come true and she did NOT want to screw this up but when JD doesn't show up it makes it harder. She gave a little sigh before grabbing her rucksack, giving up for the day and heading for the back of the stage when steps caught her attention. She got her hopes up and spun round thinking it was Jason but it was Mr Lee, the drama teacher and the man who had given her the part. The pair were close, she was his prized student despite it only being her first year and they shared the same love and passion for musical theatre so of course the phrase getting on like a house on fire was appropriate. "Love what are you doing here and why are you alone? Where is Jason?" he asked with gentle frown. She could only let out a bitter laugh. "Sir no offence but he doesn't give a rats ass about this show and I haven't been able to rehearse properly for a week because he can't be bothered to be on time or show up at all!" She said, throwing her hands up all exasperated.

Gwil frowned. "You really should have told me before, but if you still want to rehearse today I can help you out with some lines, I don't have much going on this afternoon apart from marking and tomorrow I'll speak to Jason we'll have to maybe get his understudy in on this." He sighed gently. She gave a soft smile. He always came to the rescue. "I appreciate this sir but it's just this part means a lot to me and I know there will be scouts watching on closing night and this could be my chance." She said, her eyes lighting up at the prospect of being picked up for her performance. Gwil only smiled and shrugged his back off his shoulder, hopping easily on the stage. "I know what this means to you and we won't let him ruin that now, what scenes were you thinking, we can maybe just do a quick run through and have a go at some of your song?" He suggested and she gave a soft nod. "Sure we can, we should start with the cafeteria scene!" She said excitedly, it was one of her favourite little songs she got to preform as well.

And that was how it started, they ran through scenes, songs, skipped over some of the plot till it got to the party scene and she began to blush, she knew what was coming next. She gently sorted out the speaker, fiddling with them to avoid pressing play. "Uh we can skip this if you want I just don't want to make you uncomfortable sir." She said and Gwil laughed. "Sweetheart call me Gwil please and you know this scene isn't much compared to some of the stuff people do on stage." He said, gently brushing her hand as he pressed play. "Show me what you got." He said and headed to the back of the stage, laying his jacket down, when she started singing he couldn't help but watch from his position, admiring her legs in the short blue skirt.

"The demon queen of high school has decreed it. She says Monday, 8am I will be deleted. They'll hunt me down in study hall stuff and mount me on the wall, thirty hours to live, how shall I spend them? I don't have to stay and die like cattle, I could change my name and ride up to Seattle. But I don't own a motorbike. Wait, here's an option that I like. Spend these thirty hours getting freaky!" She strutted to the front of the stage her best drunk ask on, her voice taking over the auditorium as she smirked back at Gwil. He watched as she walked over, a sexiness to her walk. He shouldn't be having such impure thoughts about a student but here he was, sinning after a girl 13 years younger than him. He stood up, bringing himself out his train of thought, pretending to be startled by her presence as she began to sing again. He fully admired the Heatheresque outfit she wore, the short skirt, blue blazer and god not to mention that see through white shirt, that was the part he was having the toughest time keeping his eyes off and oh boy did she notice the almost hungry stare in the mans eyes. "Yeah! I need it hard I'm a dead girl walking! I'm in your yard, I'm a dead girl walking! Before they punch my clock I'm snapping off your window lock Got no time to knock! I'm a dead girl walking..." Her body was close to his now, her breathing a little nervous and ragged as his pretty blue eyes met hers. She really was starting to feel the tension.

"Veronica! What're you doing in my room?" He uttered with that well put on American accent and god if that didn't just turn her on more as she put a gently finger to his lips. "Shh.. Sorry but I really had to wake you. See, I decided I must ride you 'til I break you. 'Cause Heather says I gots to go. You're my last meal on death row. Shut your mouth and lose them tighty whiteys!" Her hands not so gently gently travelled down his chest, this is definitely not how this was supposed to go down but from the look on his face he didn't mind. "Come on! Tonight I'm yours, I'm your dead girl walking! Get on all fours!" Her movements were swift as she pushed him to his knees, Gwil's hands instantly coming to grip her thick thighs. "Kiss this dead girl walking! Let's go, you know the drill I'm hot and pissed and on the pill, Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking!" Her eye's connected with his during the last lines, a spark of something between them as she knelt down in front of him, cupping his handsome face in her hands. His breath was fanning over her face as he kept eye contact. It was exactly how she imagined it, a small hint of coffee and a little minty. She was so lost that she was almost forgot to keep singing.

"And you know, you know, you know it's 'cause you're beautiful. You say you're numb inside but I can't agree. So the world's unfair. Keep it locked out there. In here it's beautiful. Let's make this beautiful!" Her voice was bold as she sang and Gwil was mesmerised, as JD should be. "That works for me!" He uttered and in a heartbeat his hands were all over her, pulling her thighs up to wrap round his waist, he let his hips roll so sinfully, there was no going back now. What should have been fake making out was the opposite. Gwil kissed her with such force that she let out a small moan and let her finger tightly grip at his soft hair. His grinding didn't cease, if anything it became far more instant as he lair himself back, easily pulling her on top so she was straddling him. She'd watched this a million times but god this was better than any of what she had imagined. She almost didn't want to keep going but Gwil was already unbuttoning her shirt, ready for her to do her big finale. She grudged pulling away but when the last of her buttons were undone she pulled away from his mouth.

"YEAH! Full steam ahead. Take this dead girl walking!" Another roll of his hips. "How'd you find my address?" Another smirk from her. "Let's break the bed! Rock this dead girl walking! " A slam of her palms either side of his head, a lustful look in her eye's. "I think you tore my mattress!" One more particularly hard thrust upwards of his hips. "No sleep tonight for you, Better chug that Mountain Dew!" A soft smirk on her face. "Okay, okay" His obvious fake nervousness coming through, What an actor. "Get your ass in gear, make this whole town disappear!" Her breathing was heavy, he could feel how wet she was under the barely there material of her underwear. "Okay, okay!" He uttered, focused on her entirely. "Slap me, pull my hair." He did as he was told, a light tap to the cheek but a rough tug on her dark hair. "Touch me, there and there and there and no more talking! Love this dead girl walking!" Neither could finish the rest of the song, Gwil had them turned round in seconds flat, their position changing with ease. "God look at you, so fucking turned on huh? Know how hard it was to let you keep going with that and not just push those pretty panties to the side." He almost growled out.

Her heart was hammering in her ears. "Well what the hell are you waiting for?" She challenged, trying not to let her voice falter. God she had thought of this a thousand times, how she'd seduce the pretty older man but now that it was happening she just wanted him to take control and oh boy did he. His blue eye were now almost a stormy grey as he made quick work of the skirt, muttering something about not getting the costume dirty as she was left in just the pretty thong she wore. He let his sinful lips travel from her lips down her body, leaving the darkest and most noticeable marks where people would surely see them and ask about them and something about that just turned her on more, having to lie because she got them from her own professor. When he was pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs he smirked, stopping for a moment earning her attention. Without breaking eye contact he let a hot breath caress over her sex. Earning him an absolutely sinful moan. "Sir please!" She almost begged and he couldn't help but tut. "So needy love, guess you have been a good girl, that little performance deserves a treat." He hummed, making such easy work of her panties.

He felt overdressed, it was a little unfair, having already had his shirt taken off he made very quick work of his pants. She just mewled like a little kitten and pushed her hips up, one hand coming down to touch herself but she soon found her wrist in a tight grip. "Ah, ah, ah babygirl." He scolded. "You don't touch yourself unless I tell you." He growled and even the tone of his voice made her wet. He let go, only after she mumbled out a soft sorry sir and resumed his position between her thighs, leaving small kisses to her pretty clit. Just enough for it to be something but still teasing. The scruff of his beard was leaving the prettiest red marks all over her pale thighs and it only got brighter when he buried his face in with no hesitation. The noises that fell from her mouth were noises Gwil had never had anyone he went down on make. She was positively whining, her back arching off the stage. She was begging, strings of please, Gwil, sir falling from her lips and he was going to loose it. She was going to be the death of the older man. He kept on, his tongue working double time when a word spilled from her lips that made him stop. "D-Daddy!"

It was as if she regretted what she said instantly as she looking down to see Gwil looking up at her with something animistic in his eyes. "Gwil I'm sorry I didn't me-" She was cut off by his large hand wrapping round her throat. "Daddy huh babygirl? Have to say, didn't peg you as that type but here we are." He said adding a little pressure, causing her to let out a gasp. "Daddy is going to take very good care of you love, gonna make you see start princess." He whispered, right in her ear, gently biting at her ear lobe. "If you need me to stop tap my thigh twice okay love?" He asked, his caring side flashing through. She could only nod, too turned on to talk. Gwil grabbed her throat again and let himself get in position, she was already keeping again, trying desperately for anything but it still took her by surprise when he sunk in so easy, like a knife through butter, she was so soaked for him, she;d already made a mess of the jacket he had placed down.

He took his time with the first few thrusts, letting her get used to it but when she fought back a little he decided enough was enough, he had waited long enough. His thrusts got harder, his hand moving from her throat down her body, teasing at every inch he could, avoiding her clit at all costs, he wanted her to come without being touched. Wanted her to make a mess. "Do you have any idea babygirl, how many times I have pictured this? The first day you showed up in my class in that pretty little summer dress, I wanted to take you over my desk right there and then, you would have loved that though wouldn't you? Would have loved everyone watching huh?" He smirked, knowing his words got her going more. "Y-Yes daddy!" She whimpered. "Wanted you so bad too, got off so many times thinking about you, wanted you so bad." She repeated. She was loosing it, with every single thrust he was hitting that spot, she had tears pouring from her eyes, there was no pain just sheer pleasure as he landed a smack to her backside. "You know how jealous I got, seeing all your little boyfriends come and go over the last three years love? Those silly little college boys had no idea how to treat you, give you what you need!" He groaned and punctuated it with a particularly hard thrust. Gwil was totally satisfied as she moaned out so sinfully.

"Only you daddy! Only you c-can! Please let me cum I need it so bad." She whimpered. He smirked and gently tugged on her hair. His thrusts became rougher, 10x more intense, his own moans starting to get out of control as he felt her getting close. "Come on then babygirl, come for daddy, you feel so fucking good round me, so fucking tight." He whined, his hips feeling lazy and a little like jello as the pretty girl beneath him came, a silent 'Gwil' on her lips as she clenched, eyes shut tightly. The sight alone was enough to make Gwil melt and let go, gently leaning down to stifle her soft whines with a kiss. Their breathing eventually came down, Gwil pulled away a little and laughed, gently pushing the soft mess of hair from her face. "Full steam ahead huh?" He smirked, making her roll her eyes. "For real though, that was incredible." He mumbled, a hand tracing soft patterns on her arm. "I know Gwil, trust me, when I told you I've been after you for a while I meant it, everything else was a distraction but that was everything I expected it to be and more." She admitted, looking up with a radiant smile. Gwil gave one right back.

"So shall we make this a regular thing as long as we keep it between us?" He smirked.

"Absolutely."

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Plz be nice, I have had this idea for ages cause I love Heathers and have had this idea for a solid week now so here we are???

[sporadic-writer]

Ask and you shall recieve!

Straight out of the movies pt. 2 (or the sequel if you will)

Part 1 here

Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: sometimes the sequel is worse than the original, but not this time

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You walked into the place you and the girls shared. After closing the door behind you, you leaned against it and looked in a spaced manner towards nothing. "Shhiit.. Did that really just happen?" You whispered to yourself.

Walking up the stairs, heels in hand, you entered the room you and Sam were sharing. She was on her phone in bed and under the covers. When you came back in she looked at you with a smirk. "How was the goodnight kiss with your movie star? He text you yet?"

"Amazing..! But he isn't my movie star Sam." You chuckled at everything. "And no he hasn't texted or anything. I don't expect him to right away. He's in a cab with the others. I texted him after he gave me his number and that is it. Probably won't til after he sleeps." While you spoke you changed and removed your earrings and put them away. Following that you plugged your phone in and laid down next to your friend. "What time you waking up?"

"I have no clue. Let's just sleep enough so we have no form of hangover."

You agreed with her and you both turned the lights off and soon fell into a peaceful sleep.

Time Skip

You awoke to the door downstairs shutting. Next thing you heard was Liv saying to those awake that she had the food. Knowing you didn't want to miss anything, you pushed yourself out of bed, grabbed your phone, saw it was only 11ish, and headed down the steps.

Making a bee line for the kitchen, you grabbed some water and downed it due to being dehydrated.

"Liv if you got me my Dunkin order I will love you forever." You were on your phone and you looked up to a shock. Tom, Harrison, Mark, and Greg were all in the living room connected to the kitchen. Suddenly aware that you had your big Coca Cola shirt, rainbow cat sleep pants, and last night's makeup, which luckily held somewhat well, on make you a tad self-concious. "Uh.. sup guys!" You waved awkwardly, they laughed with your friends at your surprised face.

"Morning Y/N/N. They guys and Liv brought breakfast. Harrison texted me and suggested it. I said they could all swing by." Sam tossed you a breakfast sandwich and you luckily caught it and sat on the counter in front of them.

Taking a bite you glared at her. "Would have liked some notice.. I look like shit."

Tom spoke and looked at you sweetly. "Nonsense love. I love the pants actually. Suits you." Biting into the sandwich, you blushed and he winked at you. Smooth bastard. "Plus I wanted to come by and see if you are still interested in that date today."

"Oh she is! Aren't you Y/N?" Whitney sat next to Greg at the couch. She smiled, "We don't have any serious plans. She is all yours Tom." He smiled at her and back to you eagerly.

Looking to her you spoke. "I can answer for myself Whitney thank you. But yeah of course. When did you want to leave?"

Checking his watch, his TAG Heuer more like it, he shrugged and said, "Whenever works for you really. I didn't have any fancy shit planned."

"Don't worry, we will keep your friends occupied while your away." Mark's words and arms leaning on Harrison and Liv did leave you assured and not guilty for leaving.

Taking the last bite, you smiled and hopped down. "Awesome. Uh Tom I will go change and get ready then we can roll out. That sound good?" His eyes met yours and he smiled lightly.

"Perfect love." You kissed his cheek, surprising yourself a tad, and rushed upstairs. Once in your room you fixed your makeup, put on a casual and cute outfit, sprayed some perfume, then headed back downstairs. You smiled seeing Tom was waiting for you at the door. "Ready to head out?"

"Absolutely love." He opened the door for you and you both headed out and walked in the sun lit sidewalk of NYC. Grabbing your hand he smiled and said, "You look cute as hell. Don't get me wrong, that dress last night was really, really something, but jeans and a black tank top is a nice contrast. Plus, I love the bling."

"Thank you. I gotta keep up with your nice shit. That watch is incredible, and could cover my tuition I think." He laughed at this and thanked you. Next thing you knew you both slowed down and stopped in front of a horse and carriage ride. "Oh my gosh! How did you know? The girls told you didn't they?"

"Yeah I asked for ideas and they told me how your folks took one of these together." His hamd squeezed yours as he helped you in. After sitting you got closer to his side and his arm went around you. Peacefully, you and Tom strolled around the edge of the park and eventually through it until you reached the other side of the city. People watching while getting to know each other was fun. Luckily, Tom's thick sunglasses kept fans away.

The carriage slowed down near the south end of the Upper East Side. Tom tipped the driver, generously, you noticed and went back to your side.

"You hungry?" He looked at you as you took in the view of the city.

Facing him while you walk you said, "Yeah I could eat. Anywhere in mind?" As you spoke you scanned around. Not being from the area, you were a tad unsure of the local cusine.

"There's a place off 5th Ave. I like that I've been to before if that works?" Nodding eagerly he pulled you along and before you knew it, you were out of the bustling steets and in a little cafe. "This place has awesome lattes and stuff. And get whatever you want. My treat." You tried protesting, saying you would get it or split, but he refused.

You both ordered and awaited your food. There was a peaceful still in the conversation but he broke it. Not that you were complaining though. "So what are you studying at school?"

"Biology. Um mainly concentrating in ecology, conservation stuff. I also have a double minor in marine biology and history." You smiled as you spoke. You were always proud of your studies.

"Why history? It's still cool but kind of an odd ball to the other stuff." He sipped his Pepsi as he spoke.

Chuckling, you agreed. "Yeah I know but I took more courses than I realized and thought, what the hell, it won't hurt anything and it's interesting." Finishing the sentence you shrugged. The smile he gave you looked impressed, it made you blush and made pride swell inside you.

"That's very cool Y/N. Really it is."

"Oh I know!" You smirked at him. "But come on, you are the film star. Plus I do know how to use Wikipedia. Dance, gymnast, all that, very cool as well." Now it was his turn to blush.

"Let's call us even shall we love? Now don't let my hard earned money go to waste. That sandwich looks amazing. If you don't eat it I will." While you ate the getting to know each other continued. He told you about his younger years and you the same. He was something else. The feeling was quite mutual. The Brit was enamoured with your smile, charm, and intelligence. Plus, you didn't make a big deal of him being famous. It was a merely a bonus to him. He was already planning ways to treat you.

Eventually the night ended with you strolling the streets of New York. The 2 of you found yourselves watching a street show in Time's Square. Never before had you both taken in the little things, like a street performer, before. You were busy with school, he was busy with a demanding career. Despite that, together life was simple and it was just the 2 of you. Arms were around each other, everything was just like a movie.

"You know Y/N, I haven't had this much fun on a date in a while. Was this up to par with the movie-like moments we had last night?" The shine in his eyes from the bright lights surrounding you made them dazzle.

Genuinely, you replied. "Absolutely movie star. Also, quick note, I like when you call me 'love' it's very classic Brit of you." Your arms went around his neck while people around you on the side street continued on.

"Anything I can do to top it off... love?" The smile he gave was teasing. He knew just what he was doing and how he made you feel.

"Well. A kiss in Time's Square wouldn't hurt if that's what you mean?" With a smirk, he saw the same lights in your eyes as you did his. His one hand moved from your waist to your jaw. As his other held your waist, lips met in the middle and sparks flew. It wasn't altered by any alcohol or late of the night. His tongue grazing your lip signalled you to let him in for more. You smiled and moaned as the kiss deepened. It was pure movie bliss until someone walking bumped into Tom. Separating, suddenly you gasped in shock but laughed as you remembered all that was happening.

"Got caught up in that moment didn't we? Well, did that make the sequel good enough for you?"

"Oh absolutely. Now, why don't we get some ice cream and walk back? Tomorrow I need to pack a bit and we can discuss the continuation of this franchise."

"Oh so this will continue further? Mmm I like the sound of that." He lightly kissed you again. Together you ate a cup of ice cream as you walked back. As Tom and you laughed at a joke you made about the walk back being the credits rolling, he knew you were too special to let slip out of his grasp. This was probably going to be his favorite part for quite a while. Even in his own head he laughed at how corney that sounded, but the feeling was real regardless.

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Northshore 104.9 Interview Transcript

Unfortunately, I do not know the names of the interviewers so I figured I labeled it as Interviewer1 and so forth.

Interviewer1: ...A local artist spotlight coming up but really, we've got quite a local artist spotlight going on right now! Because we have Beverly's own Angie Miller in the studio, also known as Zealyn but we all know her as Angie.

Zealyn: Hello.

Interviewer2: Hi Angie!

Interviewer1: Hello! And also we have this on Facebook Live right now so if you happened to be in the office and you would like to also, you know, uhh... see Angie here in the studio and see what goes on behind the scenes.

Zealyn: See all your beautiful faces.

Interviewer2: Aww.

Interviewer1: You are so sweet. Yeah.

Interviewer2: So welcome! Welcome back to the Northshore.

Zealyn: Thank you.

Interviewer2: You're out in California now, right?

Zealyn: Yup, yup, lived in California for the past few years now and just umm... get out here as often as I can.

Interviewer2: Oh, that's a good answer. I would never come back.

Zealyn: I mean- Well-

Interviewer1: I mean, her mom, you see her mom, you know, your family's here, Tana's here. So yeah, and your brother.

Zealyn: Yup, yes, definitely to see family is would...

[video got cut off for some reason]

Zealyn:... And other things. Mainly family. Yeah.

Interviewer1: Of course! So, you are out on tour because you just released a new EP called A Weekend in Maine.

Zealyn: Mhm.

Interviewer1: And you're going to be doing music from that and your other hits as well tomorrow night at The Cabot, Beverly.

Zealyn: I am, yeah.

Interviewer1: I mean- Angie from Beverly at The Cabot in Beverly-

Interviewer3: How cool is that? So cool.

Interviewer1: I know. And local people opening for you as well, right?

Zealyn: Yeah, yeah. Danny Godwin and Miette Hope. She went to Berkley and now she's living in New York. But they both have lived here, still lived here and... incredible musicians. But umm... yeah, A Weekend in Maine released in just like three weeks ago and this is the tour for the EP and it's been so fun singing all the songs live.

Interviewer3: Excellent. And you wrote all these?

Zealyn: Yeah, yeah.

Interviewer3: Wow!

Zealyn: I wrote them all umm... some with co-writes like other people I loved constantly in LA, I'm just writing with new people and working with producers and just trying to stay creative as possible and find a new sound, you know, something that people haven't heard before.

Interviewer2: Now, if you don't mind, can we flashback for just a minute?

Zealyn: Ah, yeah. Of course.

Interviewer2: So you're a local girl, there's- we have tons of local people who loved to sing, who loved to perform-

Zealyn: Sure, yeah.

Interviewer2: Hopefully I think, want to make it big someday so, can you like just quickly like, what made you want to get into this? And what made you want to go, "American Idol, maybe I have a shot at that"?

Zealyn: Well, I always grew up singing, it was always like the first love of mine uhh... and I think about the age... 10 or 11- I forget the age but I remember watching an episode of American Idol when I was a little girl. And I was like, "Oh my gosh, I wanna be on the show one day." like, "I wanna be on American Idol."

Interviewer2: Wow!

Interviewer3: That's so cool. I got chills.

Zealyn: Oh yeah. It was just like one of those things that I said as a girl and my mom and I would watch it every single year, we'd vote for our fave- the whole thing.

Interviewer2: You really got into it. Watch parties, the whole night.

Zealyn: We got into it. Fully.

Interviewer3: Her mom and I did the same thing. It was such a good thing for like a mother and daughter to do and get excited about.

Zealyn: Yeah. Watch parties as in, just me and my mom with some popcorn and- yeah. *laughs*

Interviewer1: And candies.

Interviewer2: But, I just think that it's incredible because it's not impossible. You know what I mean like-

Zealyn: Yeah.

Interviewer2: You're a local girl; you're from Beverly, Massachusetts, like anyone in this area who thinks they wanna do something in the singing or performing industry. It's durable, you did it and it's like, "Don't give up on it." You know what I mean?

Zealyn: Well thanks. I mean, definitely, even after the show, I realized I knew absolutely nothing about the music industry. The industry is like crazy, it's hardcore. So much different than I thought it was.

Interviewer2: I've been in the radio industry (for) 6 years and I know nothing either. It's amazing I can push a button.

Zealyn: We just pull it off. We're making up as we go.

Interviewer1: So you make it through, I mean, I can't even imagine- I mean, we can only imagine from watching the show, what the process is like and you make it through the finals in season 12.

Zealyn: Yes.

Interviewer1: When you look back on it, is it almost seem surreal in a way?

Zealyn: Totally. In one hand, it feels like it was yesterday and like, "oh cool" and the other hand, it feels like it was another life. Like, it doesn't feel like that was me. I looked different, acted different. I was 18, you know? So it definitely feels like another lifetime ago but yeah, everything that you've seen on tv if it looks dramatic or if it looks intense, it's 10 times more than that.

Interviewer3: Really?

Zealyn: Yeah. It's like- it's a grueling process, not just for me, for the whole family. It took a toll- it takes a toll on your physical health and mental- I mean, yeah, it's quite the-

Interviewer1: So you came in third right?

Zealyn: Third, yes.

Interviwer1: Okay. So, you're on that final show?

Zealyn: Yeah, yeah. We were there til' the end. The whole process altogether from audition to the end of the tour was almost 2 years.

Interviewer1: Wow!

Zealyn: Yeah.

Interviewer1: Wow. I had no idea it was that length of time.

Zealyn: Yeah. It takes a- the audition process is six months itself and-

Interviewer3: And you go on tour with them. With the top ten?

Zealyn: Yeah. We went on tour with the top ten for 2 months but there was a whole month of rehearsals, it's a long process. That's why I- I was choosing between college or American Idol and I knew that if I did American Idol and it worked out, I was like, "Man, that would take up a lot of time." Maybe I should just be safe and go to college or... Yeah. Umm... But then it worked out.

Interviewer3: And there you are! And when did you come from- go from Angie Miller to then Zealyn? How long ago was that change?

Zealyn: Yeah, so I released an EP under Angie Miller and that's when I actually played at the Cabot last time I played all those songs. And it's still- I mean- When you're 18 and thrown on national tv and they're saying, "who are you? who are you? what's your sound?" you don't know anything. Like, I didn't know anything. So American Idol in a way created me. It chose my sound for me and my look and it chose the way I was gonna act and be perceived by America. So they did it all for me, they created Angie Miller and I just, I couldn't stand it. And I just kinda wanted to be me and it's funny that changing my name made me feel more like me. No, I didn't change it legally or anything.

Interviewer2: Yeah!

Interviewer1: Right. By using your performance name-stage name and performing.

Zealyn: Yes. It feels more genuine, it feels more- that's why- there are a few fans who are like, "Why would you not go by Angie?" but I wish people would just know and if people are listening and didn't know I went by Zealyn like, it's me. I'm Angie. It's just a stage name.

Interviewer2: Right!

Interviewer3: Mhm.

Interviewer1: But I do get what you're saying that you know-

Interviewer2: Fully.

Interviewer1: Becuase you had to obviously, use your real name on American Idol and you know, when you're talking about the fact that they- because they knew everything about you. And how do you go back to you?

Zealyn: Right.

Interviewer1: Yeah. I think it is hard.

Zealyn: Yeah, and it took- I think it was 2016 or 2015 was the year that I decided to just start creating music and thinking of changing my stage name and it was really really hard to find a name to replace your name like it's the weirdest process.

Interviewer3: Oh yeah.

Zealyn: Umm... Zealyn was the first name that I felt peace about and it felt like I could say, "Hey, my name is Zealyn." and it felt right. But yeah, Zealyn was my way of getting back to my genuine self. *laughs* Yeah.

Interviewer3: That's amazing.

Interviewer2: I love it.

Interviewer1: I love that story. So, we have a little clip of one of your new songs.

Zealyn: Yay.

Interviewer1: So, what was the title of this song?

Zealyn: This song is called Airline Wine. I umm...

Interviewer2: Very catchy. Did you help her write this?

*Interviewer3 shakes her head*

Zealyn: I went to Europe for the first time last year and umm... I had a writing session and one of the first days I was there, I was so jetlagged and I did not know what to write about. And my- yeah.

Interviewer3: I love them. I absolutely loved them.

Zealyn: And my friend who I was with had one of those little airline wine bottles.

Interivewer2: Wine cooler.

Interviewer1: Yeah, and they- I mean they come in these little mini bottles.

Zealyn: Little plastic- yeah. And she was like, "Why don't you write a song called Airline Wine?" and it totally is a joke.

Interviewer1: And you're like, "Whoa."

Zealyn: And I'm like, "Wait a second, that's kinda catchy."

Interviewer1: Alright, let's listen to a little bit of it.

*Airline Wine starts playing*

Interviewer2: Ooh, I like that.

Interviewer3: That was beautiful.

Interviewer2: Get her on the house party.

Interviewer1: Oh yeah.

Interviewer3: Absolutely.

Interviewer2: I don't know about you but I want a glass of wine now.

Interviewer1: And so this is on your new EP that is called A Weekend in Maine and it was released a few weeks ago. And you'll be performing all kinds of great music tomorrow night at the Cabot in Beverly.

Zealyn: Oh yeah. Yeah, I released two EPs under Zealyn so I'll be releasing from both those- I'll be playing a lot of music from both those EPs as well as some of the classic covers and songs that people would recognize from American Idol umm... Yeah. Just kind of doing it all.

Interviewer1: So sounds fun tomorrow night.

Interviewer2: That's right. So-

Interviewer3: A Weekend in Maine, I love that name.

Interviewer2: I love that name too! That's where all my weekends are spent with the kids. It's really just cool.

Zealyn: Same same yeah. A lot of memories.

Interviewer2: Where in Maine?

Zealyn: *to her mom* Do you remember exactly where?

Tana: Madison, Embden.

Zealyn: Madison, Embden?

Interviewer2: Okay. I was thinking of the Naples bridge, Denario.

Zealyn: Okay. I was just a little kid. I didn't pay attention to where it was.

Interviewer2: No, you're just happy to be here. Right? Running around.

Interviewer1: You're having a good time.

Zealyn: Just Maine, I loved it.

Interviewer2: So we're speaking to Zealyn a.k.a. Angie Miller as we all know her from here on the Northshore and we gotta wrap it up. We're really running late but just any final words to anyone who wants to pursue music?

Zealyn: Oh man, just love it. Enjoy the process. If you're not enjoying it, it's not worth it. But yeah just umm... don't listen to what everyone else is doing, create your own sound. Be you. Could be creative, surround yourself with creative people, I mean, yeah. You gotta enjoy it in order to last in the industry for sure.

Interviewer2: That's awesome.

Interviewer3: I love it.

Interviewer1: So let's give away a pair of tickets right now to see tomorrow night. The show starts at 8, you've got a couple of opening acts and then, Angie Miller a.k.a. Zealyn at the Cabot theater. If you are free to go, this is tomorrow night, starts at 8, call our line right now.

Interviewer3: Okay, give us a call at 1-800-370-1049. Again 1-800-370-1049, the tickets can be yours. Go see Zealyn. Angie Miller at the Cabot in Beverly tomorrow night. 1-800-370-1049.

Interviewer1: Okay. Call now to win. And this is what's in store for tomorrow night at the Cabot.

Interviewer2: Thank you so much, Angie.

Interviewer3: Thank you, Angie.

Zealyn: Thank you.