#ITS BEEN 4 YEARS. since i first heard this song

[prapuna]

heartbreaking: an anime you hate has good OP song AND ED song

[alonetimelover]

pairing: (ex)Harry Styles x Ginger Spice's daughter!reader x Max Verstappen

fc: Sabrina Carpenter

summary: They broke up and she decided to disappear and write a heartbreaking song. Through this process her old friends from F1 were with her. With one two-time World Champion getting closer and closer.

warnings: swearing, cheating, Harry is an asshole in this (sorry!)

a/n: Long? Oh yes. It's a long one. But also my first F1 related fic, hope you enjoy!

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f1 and redbullracing

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f1 Is there a better way to start 2023 season than with YN YSN (sweetly called the tiny boss of Red Bull Racing) in the paddock? We say there is NOT! Welcome YN, we hope you have the best time with us!

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yourinstagram thank uuuuu!

danielricciardo THE boss is here!

landonorris *heart eyes*

charles_leclerc Welcome back, YN!

ynupdates oh how i missed her face

ynsmybestie 5 months without even a photo of her finger online... it was a draught

ynsmymama yn's a vroom vroom girlie?????

ynsmybabie F1? is she a fan? tiny boss? what is going on?

⤷ ynupdates I feel like I'm the only one that knew. YN is Christian Horner's (red bull racing boss) step-daughter.

⤷ ynsmybestie isn't his wife ginger spice?

⤷ ynupdates yes! she's YN's mum. how do you guys not know that?

⤷ ynshands maybe because she's using her grandma's surname and not her mother's?

formulafan49 so we're getting las vegas content in bahrain? this sport is getting out of control with all those celebrities attending

⤷ landonorizz why are you being bothered by somebody that knows almost everything about formula 1? go be mad somewhere else

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram hiii💛 took a break and wrote a song. you're losing me is out now! i love all of you my pathological people pleasers.

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danielricciardo be a happy song with me?

⤷ yourinstagram running to you right now

⤷ landonorris bringing mum's biscuits

⤷ maxverstappen1 I'll bring myself 😊

⤷ danielricciardo you lot weren't invited, but come in... I guess

landonorris you're the only person I'm not mad at for making me cry, ynn

⤷ yourinstagram you've heard the song before, lan

⤷ landonorris shhhh

⤷ danielricciardo it won't make her fall in love with you, norris

⤷ landonorris fuck you man

maxverstappen1 💛💛

ynupdates WHAT IN THE HELL HAPPENED HERE

ynsmybestie I won't recover. I fucking won't recover

ynsmymama I'm gonna die... its so sad. its heartbreaking. I'm losing myself

hArrysbtch woah, my heart cannot take this

harrysmoustache firstly, break my heart and take it, yn

harrysmoustache secondly, why is the whole f1 here? wtf

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harryupdates

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harryupdates In his latest interview Harry was asked about his private life - especially his relationship with YN. After the question of "do you feel like you throw a great love away?" Harry answered with "I don't know. I don't regret a lot of things in my life but that's [the relationship] probably one of them." You can read the interview via the link in our story!

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hArrysbtch suddenly a six year lasting relationship was a mistake???

hArrysbtch ehh, harry. i kinda feel that the breakup (from Harry's side) happened a long time ago. there is no sparkle anymore

hArrysbtch now let me start on not mentioning her name like EVER "my last partner" her name is YN, why he can't just say it? it's been going on for years. since they started dating really...

harrysmoustache that wasn't the best interview

ynsmymama about 'you're losing me': "every artist has their imagination that they write down and then release. sometimes it's good and sometimes it should be kept private. i'm not the one to size it up." THAT WAS FUCKING LOW

⤷ harrysmoustache as much as I love him that was petty af

⤷ hArrysbtch especially when almost all critics named this song one of the best LYRICALLY and MUSICALLY in the last few decades

ynshands "I don't know if you can be ready to move on from a longterm relationship. it's definitely harder than from something that lasts months or two years." THIS MOTHERF****R IS TALKING ABOUT NOT BEING THE ONE TO MOVE ON BUT HE DID WHILE STILL BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP??????

⤷ ynsmymama this is called audacity

⤷ harrysfan49 cheating was never confirmed, was it?

⤷ ynsmybestie yes, it was. right after harry's "announcement" yn posted a story with lyrics from 'illicit affairs'. i think that's enough of a confirmation.

ynsmybestie yeah, here he comes again not being able to fucking say her name. those 6 years meant nothing?

⤷ harrysfan92 maybe he doesn't want to share his private relationship online

⤷ ynsmybestie i don't understand that. you're loving a person for six years, claiming them the love of your life, but saying the name is hard? he never mentioned her in interviews (my closest friend, my partner, someone I love). he couldn even show up at her birthday party because he had a photoshoot. just to point out, the drivers showed up in London, even though they had a race in Imola the next day.

⤷ harrysfan87 you guys are toxic. just gonna blame him for the breakup? unbelievable.

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ynupdates

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ynupdates YN AND LANDO AT THE NIGHTCLUB IN MONACO!!!!!

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ynsmybestie NO FUCKING WAY

ynsmybestie SHE LOOKS SO HOT

ynsmymama the way he looks at her ??? 🫠

ynsfan92 find somebody who looks at you just like lando looks at yn. YOU CAN'T

⤷ ynsmymuse have you seen how max looks at her?

landofan92 do I need to change my bio from norizz to yesrizz?

user39 yeah, moving on quickly when her exboyfriend is talking about how he adores her

⤷ ynsmybestie where??? because i only saw how awful he was to YN from the moment they broke up

user02 yeah, move on quickly and go trough all the drivers

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yourinstagram added to her IG story!

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lando.jpg

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lando.jpg yn showed her favourites

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danielricciardo LIAAAAAR. SHE LOVES ME MORE.

⤷ yourinstagram of course

⤷ lando.jpg i love your sarcasm

maxverstappen1 💛

yourinstagram not my fault you were the only ones available for photos

⤷ maxverstappen1 I don't mind

⤷ lando.jpg neither do I

⤷ danielricciardo I DO

⤷ charles_leclerc I DO TOO

ynsmybestie hot

ynsmybestie but also i see you YN with favouring Max and Lando, i see you girl

ynsmymama why I've never realised how hot those two are???

ynshands is there a thing she does badly?

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ynupdates

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ynupdates YN and MAX VERSTAPPEN at the bar tonight in Zandvoort, celebrating Max's win!

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ynsmybestie SEE? you defend the girl, you get the girl!

ynsmymama i mean i was rooting for them but i am still speechless

ynshands YAS PARENTS

maxfan85 after the race that he had, tying to yet another record and getting a girl? is there a thing he can't do or can't have??

ynsfan93 sooo, do we say they're together orrr?

⤷ ynsmybestie i mean, look at them. i have many friends but i'm not that cozy with any of them

⤷ ynsmymama i vote early stages of dating. yn's a touchy person in nature so you know, it can be that

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a/n: do you want to see more of them?

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part 2

[reputationolivia]

try again?

would anyone be interested in this, i thought of this plot awhile back and started working on it recently but i feel like its just gotten long and idk i feel like it might be a bit boring? so idk if anyone would be up for reading this! but i put a little snippet of it here so if anyone sees this please share your thoughts! :)

18+ minors dni

warnings: none for this one yet.

summary: you and harry dated for almost 5 years but you ended things, only problem? you got a cat together three years ago that you co-parent.

wc: 1.8k

I glanced around in search for opal as I tied the laces on my shoes. She’s always been good at hiding when she sees her crate out and ready for her, but i was ready for her today with her favorite treat in hand. "Opal, where are you baby?” I called for her. pacing through the living room I heard a faint meow coming from the kitchen, and i sighed, already knowing where she would be - the narrow gap between the counter and the fridge. I bend down and waved her treat in front of her little face to get her interested in it. “Come on out sweetie,” i coaxed, slowly her fluffy face popped out of the gap and she began licking the treat. I took this as my opportunity and gently tugged her out and scooped her up, letting her have the entire treat now as I walked over to her crate.

As I helped opal get settles into her crate I tried not to think too much about the trip ahead and what’s to come. The keys jingled in my hands as i snatched them from there small side table near the front door creating a slight sound of normalcy between all of the craziness my life has been lately. I slung my headphones around my neck, and with opal securely inside her carrier i finally stepped out into the bright, sunlit street. I caught my reflection in a car window and felt a bit ridiculous - sunglasses on, headphones dangling, and cat in tow - i shrugged it off and began my journey to the subway station.

The subway ride was pretty uneventful, at least it was at first. Opal was sitting quietly in her crate beside me as she watched the window in front of us, watching the city blur through the window. I put my headphones on and mindlessly browsed through Apple Music, i eventually decided on just playing “my station” after not being able to settle on any of my existing playlists. I wasn’t thinking of anything in particular really, i mean besides the fact that I was currently on my way to meet my ex boyfriend of 4 1/2 years. As if my phone knew what was on my mind a familiar melody began playing, i felt my body tense as i recognized it immediately, my chest tightened and the air suddenly became too thick to breathe. I reached for my phone to skip to the next song. It was his song, of course it’d be my luck that’s the song that starts playing as I’m on my way to see him again. Of course, skipping it didn’t help, the damage was done.

Moving on has been hard, actually it’s been more than hard, it’s been hell, absolutely brutal. We were together for so long, four and a half years. That’s a long time to share a life with someone, it wasn’t just the memories that lingered though - it was our plans, the dreams we shared that we’d stay up all night talking about, when the world felt ours. Marriage, kids, a beautiful house with a garden, i thought it was all within reach, that it was just a matter of time. But now? Just the sound of his voice in a song sends me spiraling. It’s only been a couple months since we broke up, and seeing him as often as I do doesn’t exactly help with the whole “moving on” thing.

But now, all we have left is opal.

Opal. Our little baby. She wasn’t quite a child, but the closest thing we had. We adopted her when she was just a baby, three months old. After we broke up neither of us could bear to part with her. we had gotten her together so in the end we decided on co-parenting opal, which isn’t ideal but at the very least she had two people who loved her, and despite our failed relationship i knew she was safe with him. Even if seeing him every time i dropped her off still hurt.

The familiar ding of the subway pulled me out of my thoughts and i realized we were at our stop. I pulled my headphones back down to the back of my neck as i stood up, then grabbed opals crate and hopped off the subway. I felt like the subway ride ended far too quickly, and before i realized it i was walking up the now somewhat familiar street towards his apartment. as i got closer and closer each step i took felt heavier than the last. It felt like i was dragging the weight of everything we left unsaid, unresolved. I tightened my grip on opals crate, her quiet purring served as a reminder that despite everything, some things hadn’t changed.

But most things had.

I wasn’t the same person who used to walk the streets of New York with him by my side, laughing at the stupidest things, talking absentmindedly about everything, and nothing at all. Yet now it feels like that was a lifetime ago when in reality it was just a few short months ago. And now here i was, walking the streets of the city we once shared, alone. Having to act normal in front of the man i loved, love but trying not to as I’m about to hand over our cat like it was just some business transaction, something normal.

Ahead i spotted him standing in front of his building. He was leaning against the wall near the doors to the lobby, looking down at his phone, a casual stance that didn’t betray any of the turmoil i was feeling. Typical harry, i thought. Always composed, always calm. I wished i could say the same for myself. I reached up with my free hand to adjust my sunglasses, hoping they hid more than just the sun from my eyes. As i approached his eyes were still glues to his phone, did he even notice i was walking up to him? Now a few feet away from him, i clear my throat in hopes of catching his attention, hoping to get this over with as soon as possible.

He finally looks up, his green eyes meeting mine, and though he couldn’t see mine due to my sunglasses i swore i could see something flash in his - recognition? Annoyance? Regret? I couldn’t quite place it. Maybe I’m just imagining things. “Hey,” he said, finally pushing off the wall and sliding his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Hey,” i replied, keeping my voice as steady as i could even though every bit of me felt like breaking and like my voice was shaking with the tension of being this close to him. We walk into the lobby and i crouch down to let opal out. Immediately, she dashed out of her crate, and toward him, brushing against him with a happy meow. I couldn’t help the slight pang of jealousy i felt at how easily she seemed to adjust to this life of back and forth we’d created for her. I wish it was that easy for me.

“It’s been a while, nice shoes by the way.” Harry said as he crouched down, scratching opal behind her ears. He didn’t look at me when. He said it, instead keeping his eyes on opal. I couldn’t tell if it was a statement or a subtle dig when he said it’s been a while. “Yeah works been a bit hectic, and thanks.” I responded as i stood there awkwardly and hugged my arms to myself. Suddenly the distance between us felt a lot larger than just a few feet.

He stood up slowly, his gaze finally meeting mine, and i just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. “How’ve you been?” He asked, for a moment i almost believed he actually wanted to know.

Good. You?”

“Same.” he said, glancing down at opal again.

The conversation stalled, i could feel the silence expanding between us, this is all we had now — awkward exchanges, empty words just to fill the space where something real used to be. I wanted so badly just to say something, anything that could break through the surface. I didn’t even know where to start, everything felt too different, too fragile and close to breaking. Opal meowed again, winding between our legs, completely oblivious to the tension hanging in the air between us.

I sighed, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “She’s been eating normally. Likes to hide under the bed more often lately but that’s probably because of all the travel recently.” Harrys eyes softened a little. “Yeah, she’s always liked her hiding spots huh.” He paused, then added, “I’ve missed her.” His words hung there, suspended in the air between us for a while and for a moment, I wasn’t sure if he was just talking about opal. I nodded at his words, something about the way he said it lingered longer than it should have, i tried to push it aside, maybe I’m just reading too much into his words. Looking down at opal again i sighed, “i’ll uh, see you later.” I mumbled, now just wanting to get out and as far away from this awkward situation as possible. I turned to walk away before he could say anything, i felt his eyes on me as i made my way towards the lobby door. His gaze was sticking with me more than i wanted it to.

As i exited the building, i felt my footsteps heavy on the ground again. I took a deep breath, taking in the fresh air and trying to clear my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about all the what-ifs. How i wish i could be done with all this. I couldn’t afford to keep dwelling on our past, especially not with everything going on. At least through all this change i still had my job, and im fortunate enough to really love my job. My job has always been my escape, allowing be to take a break from my real life and everything i had going on. I could create stories outside my own, i could be in control, or at the very least, i could pretend to be. But in moments like this, i was just me - and I couldn’t pretend to be anyone else. I had no script or direction, and I didn’t know how to fix it.

The months after the breakup have been such a blur, it’s like I’ve been moving on autopilot. Filming, press events, and trying to keep it together in front of the cameras. I was good at that. I’ve played so many different roles, performed rehearsed lines perfectly, but none of that could’ve prepared me for the messy reality of seeing him. Missing him.

[kastheory]

steve did not bully eddie in "the past" steve was a grade below him for 3 out of 4 years of his high school career freshman steve heard this weird loudass sophomore talking w his friends at 100 decibels in the hallway about fighting elves in the woods or something (steve did not know what larping was nor care to find out) and then he went to class bc are you insane hes not fucking w a sophomore you dont normally fuck w people ahead of your grade especially if they yell at people and wear chains and get into fights in the woods (with elves?) and you dont even have classes w them. you dont even care much about them in the first place beyond passing gossip like HAVE YOU GUYS EVER BEEN IN HIGH SCHOOL. sorry. anyway.

then steve keeps catching this guy in his periphery over the next two years shouting about board games and controversial food opinions and metal bands that steve likes a few songs from but could not ever imagine giving that much of a shit about. like at all. and by (steve's) year 3 the motherfucker is bouncing off the walls giving speeches about what the hell ever and saying he cant fucking WAIT to get out of this FUCKED UP PLACE!!!! YEP ITS TRUE IN LESS THAN ONE MEASLY YEAR ILL BE SAYING MY SWEET SWEET GOODBYES TO THIS BRAINLESS CONFORMIST PRISON!!!! and hardly anyone reacts beyond rolling their eyes or snickering to their friends about it and this includes steve because who cares literally who cares. this guys been causing a ruckus since the beginning of time and hes weird and unpredictable and not worth trying to shove in a locker he would probably evade the attack anyway like a nimble mouse or squirrel he might even try to bite you. and steve didnt shove anybody in lockers in the first place so who cares and yeah he has pretty eyes and a funny way of talking and moving around but WHO CARES

and then steve goes through the first round of nightmarish shit that would become a yearly ordeal and then wraps up junior year in a perfectly normal not haunted whatsoever fashion. and then hes a senior and in his subtly cringefail era (ongoing) and that freak guy is STILL HERE for some reason and kinda pissed off and possibly a bit devastated about it so okay great now steve has a few classes with this angry weirdo loudguy but. crucially. he has had a lot of OTHER SHIT to deal with lately (MONSTERS ARE REAL) (GIRL DIED IN HIS POOL) (GF RESENTS HIM) (HAS NO FRIENDS) (COLLEGE APPS) so the only effect eddie's constantly loudmouthed & often unwarranted input during class ever has is that it adds a little flavor to the constant metaphorical and literal headache of steves life.

and then he goes through round 2 of shit and finishes his senior year with little hope for a satisfying future ahead of him and never once thinks about that guy again except when his fellow grads whisper about oh my godd did you hear that the freak flunked out again hahaha and yep sure enough eddie's not there at the graduation ceremony. and he thinks huh i wonder what his fucking problem is and then he MOVES ON. the end. thats the extent of """their past""" at least in terms of any actual interactions btwn the two of them i promise okay listen to me. i was there

[sylvia-plaths-fig-pie]

Teach Me ♡ Sam Winchester

Pairing: Sam winchester x reader

Wc: didn't check but it's not too long

Tw: not proof read, no use of y/n, slightly suggestive if you squint ig, mentions of cannon typical violence but not really

Summary: Sam hears you playing piano (listen to the song i imaged bellow), you're so at peace (so beautiful) that he can't help but utter the words "teach me" and that's exactly what you do.

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For once you Sam and Dean were actually staying in a nice hotel. Yep a hotel not a motel. It was appart of the ruse to be fancy business people, and that included staying in a nice hotel.

While the case was tough and you all had many sleepless nights it turned out to be a simple salt and burn and the ghost was gone.

And that lead you to now, standing in the hotel lobby looking at the beautiful grand piano in front of you.

You used to play piano as a child, your one constant throught the hectic hunting lifestyle growing up was piano, but it had been years since you last actually played. But how you longed to play once more.

That's why you found your self sitting at the stool, your hands tracing the keys as you thought of what to play.

You settled on your favorite 'easy' tune, one that you knew you would never forget; a piano cover of this is love.

And so you played.

And played.

And played.

You were at peace for the first time in a long time. It felt right.

Maybe in another life, if you weren't a hunter, you could have been a professional pianists. If you had proper training, and the time, and a piano all to your self. Yet it wasn't ment to be.

Sometimes you just wanted to leave this life forever, chase your dreams, maybe be a music teacher, have a family or something? That's what normal people do, right?

But you couldn't, or rather you wouldn't, you couldn't leave the Winchesters. Or at least you couldn't leave one spefic Winchester. Of course you cared for Dean as though he was your own older brother, but Sam... you couldn't imagine a life without him. You would do anything for that boy, it terrified you, and yet you stuck by him through everything regardless of the pit in your stomach everytime he was in danger, or the ache in your heart when he looked at you.

Dean made fun of you constantly, always teasing about your sight 'crush' on his brother. He always said Sam felt the same, but you knew that wasn't the case. So you had to settle for looking out for him from afar, being too scared to say anything to make it awkward.

So you played.

And played.

And played.

"Teach me."

You look up from the piano in front of you, coming out of what felt like a trance.

"Teach me." Sam said again, sitting beside you on the tiny piano stool. It clearly wasn't ment for two people to sit on, yet there he was, all 6"4 of him, perched beside you.

You studied him for a second, unsure as to whether he really ment his words or not. It appeared that he actually was in earnest.

At first you wanted to say no. Not because you didn't want to teach him, the opposite really. You didn't know whether you would be able to keep your composure if you had to hold and move Sam's hand in order to teach him.

Just as you were about to come up with some excuse you made the mistake of looking him in the eyes. His eyes, that were already trained on yours, were embodying his 'puppy dog' eyes as you and Dean coined them. Eyes that melted your heart and made it impossible to say no.

"Fine." You rolled your eyes and sighed at Sam, looking away from him. 'Don't make a fool of yourself' you heard yourself saying in your head.

You were just teaching him how to play piano, Sam's a curious guy, there is nothing more to it, no lingering feelings or longing stares (well from him anyways). You were just being a good friend.

That's what you and Sam are. Friends.

"I'll teach you happy birthday since its almost Dean's..." you trailed of catching a glimps of Sam's wide smile from the corner of your eye. "So you need to put your thumb on C."

He didn't move.

You looked at him in the eyes now, raising an eyebrow. First he asks you to teach him, but now he isn't following the very first instructions? You were confused untill-

"I don't know why your looking at me, I don't know which one C is." Sam laughed.

Shit. You'd forgotten about that.

"Oh sorry," you mumbled awkwardly, "it's the one before the two black notes, can I?" You gestured to his hand, signalling to Sam that you wanted to place it in the correct place your self.

"Sure go right ahead," you pretended not to notice his smile growing even wider as you took his hand and rested it in the correct position on top of the piano. Surely his reaction was just in your head, right?

"Wait, I'll put my hand on yours and I'll tap what fingers you need to play the notes, does that make sense." Your explanation was convoluted but Sam just nodded giving you the green light.

You moved to rest your hand on top of his, leaning into him so that your right hand was atop of his right hand.

Blush crept up your neck, you prayed Sam didn't notice. Judging by how focused he was on your hand ontop of his hand, he seemed not to notice.

"Ready?" You questioned.

"Go easy with ne now," he joked, "it's my first time."

"Shut it winchester." You laughed. You loved it when Sam was sassy, he knew it too.

Gently you began to tap his fingers so he played the correct notes.

C C D C F E

C C D C F E

*click*

The sound of a camera stop you, spinning round to see what the source of the noise was.

Dean was stood beside the piano with a with eating grin on his face. "Cheese," he said sarcastically as he pocked his phone.

"Dean what are you-?" You began to ask but he cut you off.

"I'm going to show it to everyone on your guys' wedding day" he said nonchalantly, smirking.

"But we're not-"

"Sam and I aren't-"

"Why would you-?"

"That's so weird to say-"

You and Sam both began talking at the same time. Each of you growing extremely red. Your hands still on top of one another's.

"You both need to cut the bullshit!" He cried shaking his head. And with that Dean turned and left before calling down the hallway, "I'm going to the bar to get drunk, you better have confessed some feelings when I'm back cos I'm suck of hearing you mope about one another to me!"

You and Sam stared at eachother.

Silence.

You wanted to scream, or cry, or run away, just something. But you didn't know what to do. Even if you did, you were frozen. You just stared at Sam, eyes wide, shocked at Dean's outburst.

"Dean's right."

"what...?"

What!?!?

Did Sam know about your silly crush? Did Dean tell him? You were going to kill him.

Or did he mean.... no he couldn't, could he? Could Sam really reciprocate your feelings. You swalled down the thought, not wanting to get your hopes high for nothing.

That's when Sam began to speak once again.

"My whole life I've always wanted to find my person you know." Sams eyes were facing down at the piano key's unable to meet yours. "And I thought I found people in the past, but all of them... well you know what happened."

Of course you knew what happened. He'd told you in a moment of vulnerability in one of the first nights that to spent all night talking while researching a case. You knew eachother inside and out. You knew eachother darkest and deepest secrets. You knew eveything about eachother.

"And since then I've been so scared," he continued, "scared that if I got close to anyone that they would end up the same. Then you happened. We met you on a hunt and you've stuck with us ever since and I kept being drawn to you, and I hated myself for it. I wanted to keep you far away to protect you, but the more I wanted to protect you the more I wanted to..."

He trailed off and took in a large intake of breath, lifting his eyes with determination to meet yours.

"The more I wanted to be closer to you, the more I wanted to hold you to be there for you.. to kiss you." His eyes momentarily flicking down to your lips, your breath hitched.

"The more I relised I was in love with you, that I am in love with you." He flipped his hand so that he was now holding yours, lacing his fingers between yours. You didn't speak, you knew he had more to say and you were more that happy to listen. Your brain was going a hundred miles an hour, Sam's words were simultaneously grounding you and making your brain go into overdrive, but his hand holding yours assured you that this was real. This moment is real. It's real.

"So I talked to Dean about it, about you, alot and I've finally stopped fighting it. I know you can take care of yourself, and I know your not afraid of the risks of this job, the risks of being near me, as you've lived through so many horrors with me, you were by my side though everything and I don't think I can go on any longer without you knowing, I could never forgive myself for letting you get away..." He stopped speaking, he said what he wanted to. It was your turn to speak now. Yet you couldn't find the words, they all seemed lodged in your throat. You wanted to say it back but you couldn't, all you could do was look at Sam, your eyes wide.

"You don't have to say anything if you don't-" Sam began, trying to make you feel comfortable, he was worried you didn't feel the same. He wasn't aware that it was complete opposite reason as to why you couldn't speak. But you cut him off with a new found confidence.

"I swear to god Sam if you don't kiss me right now." You pleaded, avoiding his eyes.

A moment passed. Then you felt his hand leave yours. Panic surged through you. Oh god what had you done?

Then his hands were on your face and his lips found yours. You closed your eyes falling deeper and deeper into him, you were intoxicated, you couldn't get enough. His lips were rough and soft, neddy and patient all at the same time. It was so much, it would be too much, but it wasn't, it was perfect.

It felt like you and Sam were the only two people in the world. It felt right. All the horrors of life, all the monsters, demons, angels, eveything, none of it mattered in that moment. Nothing but the two of you existed in that moment.

And then all too soon he pulled away.

"I'm assuming you feel the same way?" He asked almost bashfully, redness creeping up his neck.

"Sam winchester, I love you and all your dorky-ness," you dramatically declared as Sam rolled his eyes, "and i-"

You were cut off by his lips finding yours once again. You were just where you wanted to be and for once the world seemed right, or at least it seemed okay with same by your side, or more accurately Sam's lips on yours.

"FINNALLY!"

You and Sam jumped away from one another, startled by a loud cry.

Dean was stood at the bottom of the corridor, his arms raised in the air in a sort of celebration.

"TOOK YOU BOTH LONG ENOUGH!"

You and Sam just looked and eachother and began to laugh.

"I guess he does have a point..." you commented between laughter.

"Yeah I guess that means we have to make up for lost time." He laughed, resting his hands in your hair.

"What do you mean?" You asked, playing along, ot was much more fun this way.

"Well I suppose I can think of a few things..." he trailed of suggestively, "what do you say?"

You smiled at him knowing exactly what he ment, and couldn't help but reply with what lead to this moment.

"Teach me."

[nadas-dirthalen]

I Saw Solas's Origin in an Achievement Icon and It Opened My Eyes on 15 Years of Lore

— PART TWO: if you haven't read previous parts, do it now! —

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Welcome, friends and travelers! I wanted to get some thoughts recorded before Veilguard's release so I could see if I am right about an absolute BOATLOAD of theories I have.

In short: I saw the achievement list when it was released. I have seen the backstory hints for Solas included in said list. AND MY MIND WAS BLOWN.

You have been warned: THIS COLLECTION OF THEORIES INCLUDES SPOILERS FOR EVERY DRAGON AGE GAME AND ALL PROMOTIONAL MATERIAL UP TO AND INCLUDING OCTOBER 18, 2024.

Come sit down with me. Make a nice cup of tea (and hide it from Solas). We've got a lot of unpacking to do.

(this photo isn't the spoiler, I just like it.)

Today's Docket: (Almost) Every Hint the Elvhen Language Gave Us Along the Way

Today we will be reviewing:

The Lullaby from the Deep Roads in Trespasser

Elven phrase: Ar dirthan'as ir elgara, ma sula e'var vhenan.

Lullaby: "Suledin (Endure)"

A breakdown of the word Suledin

Lullaby: "Where Willows Wail"

Song: "I Am the One"

Decoding the word (Indecipherable) from the Temple of Solasan

The Lullaby from the Deep Roads in Trespasser

I wish I'd posted here this summer, but finding this lullaby during a Trespasser replay and actually going out of my way to translate it was the first inkling I had that Solas might be Titan-wrought.

We know that Mythal mined Titans. But this lullaby is the first concrete indication that I had that she made Solas from lyrium, too.

For our purposes, I am not pasting the incorrect translation given by the codex. Just the elvish.

Ir sa tel'nal, Mythal las ma theneras. Ir san'a emma. Him solas evanuris. Da'durgen'lin, Banal malas elgara. Bellanaris, bellanaris.

It took me a long time to translate, and there are some parts I'm not even sure that I have correct. But they came together for me once I saw Solas's achievement icon, and I will explain some of the new pieces later on in this post.

Since the dwarven word for lyrium is Isana, I am making the guess that Ir san'a translates the same way.

I am one, not [nal] [anymore] Mythal gives me dreams Lyrium within Becomes Solas evanuris Little stone boy Never grants me elgara (the Domain, the Titan—more on that soon) Forever, forever

Da'durgen'lin has been ringing in my mind for months. Plural months. Seeing the achievement icon, that was the first word that came to me. Mythal's da'durgen'lin — her little stone boy.

He was once a part of more than one, and now is alone. Just one. Mythal gave him dreams—dreams that called him. He became Solas, evanuris. Little stone boy.

And now, he will never be of elgara, a spirit of the Titan, ever ever again.

Forever, forever.

"Ar dirthan'as ir elgara, ma sula e'var vhenan" — What does e'var mean, and what in the world does it have to do with Sera?

Second big "Solas might be Titan-related???" thought this summer: hearing Vows & Vengeance episode 1 and hearing a phrase that had eaten my brain since I first heard it used. Ar dirthan'as ir elgara, ma sula e'var vhenan. Something Solas says, a little flippantly, to Sera—and something he sighs at, when she does not understand it.

But in V&V, when he says it to the Eye of Kethisca, its lyrium song... quiets.

So what does it mean? Well, some of the words had poked at me for a while. But with the achievement icon, I believe I understand them, when I think about their Titan implications.

Ar dirthan'as ir elgara, ma sula e'var vhenan.

Ar: The elvish page on the DA wiki says this is the word for "I" or "me." We're sticking with that.

dirthan'as: This one gave me pause. We know dirth as "knowledge" or "wisdom," but also as "tell" or "speak." To understand it, I looked at the suffixes, the TWO suffixes. The "--an" suffix we recognize mostly from place names (vir abelasan, Solasan). But the "--as" suffix? I recognize i from "vhenas:" "home". So for this one, I am taking "place-home" to mean "domain." Domain of wisdom.

ir: Wiki says "I am," and I'm sticking with that.

elgara: We know "elgar" is elvish for spirit. But why the extra A? It puzzled me, until I realized Solas's Titan connection. I think the extra A comes from lyrium spirit. (And from the previous song, I think elgara is referring to that connection back to the lyrium, Solas's place in the Titan's choir.)

ma sula: In Elvish, the placement of the "ma" determines the subject/object of the sentence. When you see "ma" before a verb, it means, "you do the verb." Since "sula" is likely "sing," this means, "you sing" — or, "sing to me."

e'var: THIS one blew my brain wide open. "Var," we know from the Wiki, is "our." But why the E? Well, think about "Our" in the context of a Titan. Who is our? This refers to the Many.

vhenan: Heart. We know that one.

Taken together?

Ar dirthanas ir elgara, ma sula e'var vhenan. I am a lyrium spirit of the [Titan/Domain] of Wisdom, sing to me in the song of All Our heart.

Think about Sera. Think about small painted boxes, and go watch one of the many theory videos equating Sera with Andruil. Think about why Solas might have been trying to speak to her with those words, in the same way he spoke to the Eye of Kethisca.

Then hope for a Sera cameo in Veilguard. Cross your fingers and light your candles with me.

"Suledin (Endure)"

This is another one of those ones where I won't be posting the (incorrect) translation. My translation here is spotty, with a lot of my guesses or unknowns going into [these brackets]. But even with many guesses, I think this says enough to let us know one thing: this is about Solas, and possibly even written by him.

Melava inan enansal ir su aravel tu elvaral u na emma abelas in elgar sa vir mana in tu setheneran din emma na lath sulevin lath araval ena arla ven tu vir mahvir melana ‘nehn enasal ir sa lethalin

Time was once a blessing I am a song-journey [with no way forward] Eternal are sorrows within In spirit, no longer "we" The land of waking dreams no longer exists Love is purpose Love is the journey of [joy/victory/blessing] A way out of the trap between [my speech and the Many] Time of singing again Triumph over loss, lyrium elvhen man

Ask me, one day, how all these mentions of Love might relate to Lucanis. To Spite. To the climax of Veilguard itself.

I hope I'm right.

A quick breakdown of the word Suledin...

It is very possible that it is, in fact, three words made into one. Sul • e • din.

Sul: possibly shortform for Sing

e: possibly referring to the Many, as in e'var

din: end, or the dead.

Suledin: Sing our dead. As in, go on living, remembering the lost. Go on being, breathing, and carrying the memory of the forgotten. Not strictly endure, but outlive.

Var lath vir suledin, then, might mean: our love will outlive this.

Crying yet?

(Banter source: Varric/Solas after the first memory in the Jaws of Hakkon DLC.)

Lullaby: "Where Willows Wail"

Tel’enara bellana bana’vhenadahl, Sethen’a ir san’shiral, mala tel’halani Ir sa’vir te’suledin var bana’vallaslin, Vora’nadas san banal’him emma abel revas. Ir tela’ena glandival, vir amin tel’hanin. Ir tela las ir Fen halam, vir am’tela’elvahen.

My translation:

Nothing is eternal, the tree of the People is forever [ruined/blighted] I walk the path here in the land of waking dreams, I give you no help I am [one of The All], [but I cannot endure because of] our [bad/ruined/blighted] vallaslin [Vora] inevitable [here] becomes nothing within the sorrow of freedom I am not [good/holy] [belief], the path the one of no glory. I did not give myself the name Wolf, we [are not called the elvahen.]

I'll let you cry with me. Solas is alone. He can't help you. He is stuck.

The tree of the People... might be the branches of the We. The lyrium, connecting him to the Titan. The blood of the We that makes up all that Solas is.

It is forever ruined. He is cut off. He is one of the All, but he has no ability to find strength in that pain, because of the vallaslin—the one he burned off his face, leaving a scar.

Y'know. The vallaslin in the shape of lyrium branches. The ones in the shape of his body. The ones that so many of us were wearing for 10 long years.

The sorrow of freedom.

Let that ring in your mind, as I have.

"I Am the One" — and now, we're beginning understand the Forgotten Ones, aren't we?

No translation needed. Let me bold what I want to focus on.

I feel sun Through the ashes in the sky. Where's the one Who'll guide us into the night? What's begun Is the war that will Force this divide. What's to come Is fire and the end of time. I am the one Who can recount What we've lost. I am the one Who will live on. I have run Through the fields Of pain and sighs. I have fought To see the other side. I am the one Who can recount What we've lost. I am the one Who will live on.

Solas is the one who can remember what was lost. Cool, elvhen empire, right?

But he says I have fought to see the other side. This song crops up in Origins. Why would it say that, when Solas hadn't actually physically been back to the Fade by then?

Because that's the wrong other side. The original other side was any life outside of his Titan.

The divide isn't between us and the Fade. It's between the Fade/Evanuris and the Titans of the real/waking world.

And with all Titans being forgotten, with them forgetting how to wake up... isn't it peculiar that Solas is the sole one who can remember?

What does it mean, then, that Solas is the one who will live on?

And was any of this why the elven version of this song was what they used for Solas ans Elio's chanting in Vows & Vengeance episode 1? Because something about that song prompted them to use it, even though the elvish is not BioWare canon because it was written by someone else.

For whatever reason, they wanted us to know Solas was singing these lyrics. That this was his message, when dealing with a lyrium orb.

Trust me, I'm still going. If "Titans = Forgotten Ones" isn't clicking yet, it will by the time I'm through with these posts.

The (Indecipherable) from the Temple of Solasan Codex tells us everything we need to know. But what does it mean?

This one's long, but I'll break down this codex bit by bit.

Faintly carved into the stone is a figurebound in chains. Two other figures haveturned their gaze from the central image.The script below the image is ancient,though Solas is able to provide a partialtranslation: Pride in our accomplishments and in our hearts. That same pride became (a word meaning corrupted or altered) within him, he sought to claim (indecipherable), cast from favor and so he was bound. Hidden from mortal eyes, death lies within.

Here goes.

Faintly carved into the stone is a figure bound in chains. Two other figures have turned their gaze from the central image.

I believe this means: two worlds that don't accept Solas as their own. Or, the "We" that turned away from him.

The script below the image is ancient,though Solas is able to provide a partialtranslation: Pride in our accomplishments and in our hearts

The use of our here is insane. Because I don't think it's our in the regular way, I think it's Our in the capitalized way. If I were to translate back to Elvish, I'd write it like: Solas in e'var enasalin la e'var vhenan.

I think it meant to say: the Titans harbored pride. Pride in themselves and the We; but Pride that turned their focus away from the We.

Ambition.

That same pride became (a word meaning corrupted or altered) within him,

That same pride was preyed upon and altered. By whom? Well, who filled him with dreams?

(This needs a LOT OF CONTEXT from the Blackened Hearts memory in DA:tv, Memory #3, before I can definitively say more!)

he sought to claim (indecipherable), cast from favor and so he was bound.

Ah, (indecipherable). He sought to claim a new life. He sought to claim love. He sought to claim independence. And the Stone struck him out of it. Separated him. Cut him off from the whole like a rotting limb. And so... he was bound, because he was untethered. Mythal bound him to her, and (probably) made his vallaslin in the shape of the body he'd just had. (Lemme cry about that a whole other time oh my god)

Hidden from mortal eyes, death lies within.

BECAUSE THE WORLD FORGOT THE TITANS.

The Titans are hidden from mortal eyes. The TItans are starting to exhibit their blighted selves with the emergence of red lyrium.

The Titans, perhaps, are doomed — unless Solas fixes them by tearing down the Veil? Unless the lyrium that grows in the Fade is also needed by the Titans in the waking world?

ANYWAY: if you're still here reading, thank you. Truly. I'm hoping Part 3 will come soon, but I truly don't know yet! Busy week, chronic pain, etc.

Next up: The Titans' Magic and Lyrium.

[jeon-ify]

that night : j. yunho - pt. 1

a/n: this is my first actual fic since i’ve just been posting scenarios and requests :3 !! this idea came from listening to ‘you broke me first’ by tate mcrae. its a great song and it reminds me of yunho but toxic yunho. it would kinda be good if you listen to the song while reading !! idk girl i just write

genre: smut, drama, early 20s- mid 20s romance, toxic/dark romance, 18+

warnings: smut, dark romance, toxic!yunho, yunho has a threesome with y/n’s best friends, yunho is a cheater, reader swears a lot, yunho calls reader a psychotic bitch, san is a druggie, alcohol, cocaine, yunho begs, yunho gets sad and guilty, reader claims she moved on, san is annoying as hell, wooyoung is readers bestie!!

“san! i haven’t talked to you in so long, i’m sorry! how have you been?” your phone rang, you look to see that san called you about 20 times. you’ve been ignoring him, since he’s done almost every drug under the sun in the past year since you all have moved to different cities.

“man I called you 6 times. stop playing dumb. yunho’s asking about you again, please call him back. i’m sick of his shit.” san sniffles sharply. you’re sure he’s doing crack again, but when is he not?

you did not want to hear about yunho. you haven’t heard about or seen him in almost 4 years now, recovering from that night.

~~~~~~~~~~~

you call yunho, in hopes that he’d pick up. you left him a voicemail asking if he’d want anything from target when you were off work tonight.

*hello!! it’s yunho, sorry i couldn’t take your call. leave a message and i’ll call back!*

“i’m gonna stop at target, babe. did you want anything? love you, call me back.”

you finish your target run, grabbing a set of shampoo and conditioner and other necessities as you’ve been out of your favorites for a week now. you step out of the car, grabbing your bags and unlocking the door to yunhos apartment. you didn’t live with him, but you practically did since you were there almost every day of the week.

“~yuyu, fuck its so good! so big!” “you fuck us so good oh my god.”

“you’re both so fuckin’ pretty. my god.”

no fucking way.

your heart dropped to your ass, at a loss of every word in the dictionary. you felt like you were being run over by a truck 100 times over.

it felt like every moment with yunho was flashing at once.

he told you he loved you a million times a minute, you thought you were the only one. you thought that yunho would love you and only you, but how could you be so stupid to trust anyone else again?

you walk to where the noise is coming from, tears flooding your eyes, threatening to fall. the door is cracked a little, you see a pile of black hair and red hair mixed, one on top of the other. one of the girls has a tattoo on her wrist while the other has one too— it looks all too familiar.

one tattoo being a moon, the other being a sun.

your best friends.

you want to cut off the star tattoo on your wrist so fucking bad. how could they ever betray you like this? they never approved of yunho, but he’s inside both of them, fucking them on your shared bed. in your (what was once) home.

you didn’t even want to acknowledge the situation, instead you dropped the target bag at the door of the bedroom, leaving as soon as you could.

hours later, yunho calls. no answer.

you stare as your phone rings.

*32 missed calls from yuyu 🫶🏻✨*

yuyu 🫶🏻✨: hey, sry i didn’t call back. where’d u go?

yuyu 🫶🏻✨: babe?

yuyu 🫶🏻✨: y/n, pick up the phone.

yuyu 🫶🏻✨: not funny.

Read at 12:43AM

yuyu 🫶🏻✨: ur reading my fkn messages but ur not answering n its pissing me off

yuyu 🫶🏻✨: alr whatever lmao dnt pick up.

Today at 5:21AM

yuyu 🫶🏻✨: i cnt sleep, thibkin about yoj

*2 missed calls from yuyu 🫶🏻✨*

you watch your phone ring, waiting for the ringing to stop. your tears flow, deciding to call him back.

“baby? my fucking god, i mis-missed you. *hiccup* had me worried sick.” he slurs. he’s fucking crying.?

“you’re a fucking liar. my best friends? you’re drinking, you piece of shit. and you’re fucking crying?”

“relax, they’re not your best friends and i know that cus they did that to you, plus me and you baby, we don’t belong to each other. been wanting to leave. felt so fucking locked up. you won’t let me do what i want, you controlling fucking psychotic bitch.”

what the fuck.?

you watch the time on the phone call increase as he mumbles what you really meant to him.

you feel like you really did trap him, but you both didn’t agree on a poly relationship. for him to fuck your best friends is an insane thing to do to someone.

you end the phone call after 57 minutes of yunho talking about how much he fucking hated you for never letting him fuck your friends.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“i’m never talking to that piece of shit again and never bring him up to me. i have things to do, i’ll text you.”

you hung up the phone after 35 seconds.

you’ve grown past the situation with yunho, healing and becoming a better person. you were single, traumatized from your past relationships being a burden on you. but, your best friend wooyoung always supported you through and through. he wanted what was best for you, even though he introduced you to yunho. it wasn’t wooyoungs fault that yunho had fucked up (or was already fucked up), he just wanted to help you find someone. you had your own apartment, your own car and your own lash studio. you were booked for days on end, always working and being your own person.

but, with healing comes pain.

you’d occasionally think about yunho, how he’d pamper you in gifts and he’d take you anywhere you wanted. you thought about the nights that you’d cried to him, he’d hold you in his warm chest, making sure you were held and you didn’t feel alone. you sometimes still toss around in bed, thinking yunho was next to you, on your right side. you’d still bake matcha and white chocolate cookies as if he’d eat them with you, a reminder that you loved yunho— as your love language was baking— and every time you see those cookies, your heart begins to ache.

you pick up your phone and text your best friend, as he’s the only person you go to for anything.

—————-

to: woo 🧍🏻‍♀️

y/n: bitch get up

y/n: r u awake yet

y/n: GET THE FUCK UP BRO ITS AN EMERGENCY

y/n: if ur not up in the nect 5 minutes i’m calling the cips

y/n: next *^ & cops^*

y/n: man i just need to talk 😩 san called me

*seen*

woo 🧍🏻‍♀️: girl what the FUCK

woo 🧍🏻‍♀️: did u call the cops yet

woo 🧍🏻‍♀️: is the cop hot

woo 🧍🏻‍♀️: bitch WHI CALLED

woo 🧍🏻‍♀️: im calling u rn answer

your best friend calls you in no less than 3 minutes after your series of texts.

“why is san calling you? what’d he want?” wooyoung asks, concern masking his voice.

“woo, i just started feeling like i finally moved on from all that bullshit. he fucking calls me like ‘oh yunho wants to talk to you’ and i’ve been dodging yunho for fucking ever. i know he’s been calling me but-“ you ramble to him. he cuts you off, questioning:

“did you ask him what he wanted from you?”

“it doesn’t matter because im over it and im over fucking everything. its all bad news and i don’t wanna go down that hole again, woo. if you’re so curious ask him yourself. i don’t care and i honestly don’t wanna know.”

“okay. i won’t ask.” wooyoung says in defense. he has a sixth sense, and his sense is telling him that maybe something is wrong with yunho, or maybe he wants to try to give you the closure you deserve. though he already gave you closure— just not the kind you expected from someone you’ve loved for 6 years.

but a part of you really wanted to know why he called. a little portion of your heart still aches for yunho, but you’re healing, remember?

the phone call ends after small talk, and you stare at yunho’s contact info for 7 minutes. you open messages and read the last message he sent you. you have him blocked, but you know it’s his number.

May 19th, 2021 at 3:21AM

*You have new messages from (***)***-**** *

(***)***-****: baby, i’m so sorry.

(***)***-****: you won’t ever forgive me, but i’ve changed. my star, my love, my moon, my sun.

(***)***-****: i can’t sleep anymore.

(***)***-****: i’ll leave you alone, okay?

December 10th, 2022 at 1:21AM

(***)***-****: i can’t live without you.

(***)***-****: it’s been so fucking long

(***)***-****: js need to see ur face. keep staring at the same pic but it was so long ago

(***)***-****: my messages are green, why are they green?

(***)***-****: i met someone today, his name started with an M but i can’t remember what his name was

(***)***-****: he’s helping me heal. ik i don’t deserve to heal but i wanna be better bc u deserve better

(***)***-****: i wanna be the one for u my love

(***)***-****: i fucked up but pls believe me when i say i’ll change for u bb

(***)***-****: i’m going to sleep, goodnight my angel

January 8, 2023 at 7:08PM

(***)***-****: everythibg remjnds me of u baby

(***)***-****: ur everywhere i go

(***)***-****: ur everything i see

(***)***-****: mingi won’t let me live diwn what i did to u

(***)***-****: i deserve to fucking die

(***)***-****: i really lost u

Today at 10:32PM

(***)***-****: i still miss you, my love.

(***)***-****: want you to carry my children and be in my life forever.

(***)***-****: i’ve bettered myself. i’ve changed, please let me see you again.

*seen*

shortly after you open his book of messages, your phone rings.

*2 missed calls from (***)***-**** *

———————

you watch your phone ring twice, your heart dropping 6 times over, you didn’t think he would be this bad about it, but maybe he aches for you the same way you ache for him.

maybe yunho is sorry. maybe he changed and maybe he wants to be with you again.

your phone rings again, the same phone number showing up, as your shaky hands press the green button.

silence. the first 8 seconds is silent as yunho tries to process and come up with what he’ll say to you.

he tried calling you for 3 years on end, you’d blocked him. he was so used to your voicemail being the only thing left of you to heal him.

“h-hello?” there it is. the voice you refused to hear for almost 4 years, its there. it’s no longer only in your head, it’s his voice on the other side of the 7 inch screen against your ear.

his voice makes your stomach twist and turn, your hands sweating as your chest forms a hole within itself.

“you don’t need to say anything, just listen to me, hm? you can hang up any second you want, but if your heart still aches for me the way mine does for you, you’d listen.

my love. i’ve ruined you and tore you to shreds. i don’t even know where i begin. you are the most precious thing that has ever happened to me. the minute you entered my life, i took you for granted and fucked up. i didn’t realize how much i loved you or how much you meant to me until you left. that night is a blur to me, you didn’t deserve any of that. you deserve to be treated like royalty, you deserve to be treated in the most beautiful and enchanting way because that is how you made me feel. but i went and fucked that up for the both of us. i didn’t mean what i said to you. i was drunk but that’s no excuse to talk to you the way i did. it’s not right. it never was.

the only time i ever find myself doing right is when i beat myself up for doing you wrong.

i stay at the same apartment, san comes over and does whatever he needs to do but i haven’t touched a drug since you left me. the minute you left was the minute i decided to better myself. mingi is helping me be the person i want to be for you. my god, i hate myself for everything ive done to you. i’m not asking for your forgiveness, i know you won’t give it to me. but i want you to know that i still am here and i still love you. i love you better and i love you the way you deserve.

are you still with me, y/n?”

he breathes. you breathe. you finally breathe.

“i- yunho. i don’t know how to feel about any of this, you really hurt me and i can’t trust anyone anymore. you fucked my best friends, in our room. i don’t even know why i even looked at my phone or why i even answered san when he called me. i’m doing better, but you calling me again is really making me feel like i’m falling down that hole again.” you try your hardest to not let him hear you grow weak to his confession. his heart caved in, and his stomach grew empty when you’d brought up his mistake.

“i understand. i won’t push or do anything to make you uncomfortable. but, i want to have coffee with you, or one of us can come over and we can talk about this, hm?”

you sigh. you felt like all the healing and all the self care you’ve been doing is going straight down the drain.

but do you wanna listen to what he has to say?

“i’m free tomorrow afternoon. but i can’t stay long.” is all you say. you don’t wanna keep this conversation going, nor do you even want to talk about this at all. you are growing selfish; only wanting to see yunho because you miss the attention you used to get from him.

“as long as i get to see you, its okay. i look forward to talking to you, y/n. been waiting forever. is 4:30 fine with you?” he sniffles and lets out a calm chuckle from within his throat.

he’s aching just as much as you are.

“yes. goodnight, yunho.”

“goodnight, star.” that nickname. the same nickname that dragged you into his lore. he speaks lightly. the phone call ends and he sounds like an angel, making your head spin and your heart confused.

you don’t know whether to trust yunho again because, maybe, he is sorry. maybe he wants to make things right with you.

for the rest of the night, you cannot sleep. you don’t decide on going tomorrow, you really don’t want to face yunho after what he did to you. after 4 hours of tossing and turning, rereading texts from yunho, drinking water, and listening to nothing but the buzzing in your ear, you finally manage to get sleep.

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first fic!! yay!! i know yall are gonna hate yunho because what he did to y/n is trash and ass and all of the above. i hope you guys start to understand yunho further in the story. idk what im gonna do with this fic but i hope i come up with part 2 in a timely manner cus i dont want it to be dragged lol. but!!!!!!!!!! i hope you all like this fic just as much as i HATE it 😋

[moachaa]

Off stage

TW/ sex in public place, noonakink, unprotected sex

Extras❕: freeze era (silver tyun 🙏), btw the age gap isn’t too much > 4 years, I don’t know a single thing about how txt works, their schedules, what do they do so let just do it !

Synopsis: Its been over than 2 years that you work with txt, they know you well and you got along with everyone! But there was that one member with who the feeling went, a little different..

MDNI❗️

As usual, you were at Hybe’s building spending a quite ordinary day, sometimes seeing members around in the corridors, either alone or together. Txt were very busy these days with their last comeback since it was a huge success, they had to practice very hard and the recording sessions of their songs became even longer than before.

And you, like all the staff, of course you have to follow the rhythm, as busy as them, there was even more work now for you all. Your schedule has been changed and your work days are also longer than before.

Currently you’re working among txt’s stylists, for their new concept photos, the outfits were very various and you had to find the perfect clothes for each members. Everything has to be per-fect.

You were searching in one of the many closets in the room for a grey blazer for Taehyun.

“The combo blazer + white shirt would be amazing for this photo concept.. I have to find it!”

You mumble to yourself, your hands scrolling fast through each hangers in the closet, looking for that grey blazer you spotted few days ago as you were taking a break here.

You heard the sound of the door opening and as you turn around you see Taehyun entering inside with his phone in his hand, he was wearing that grey blazer you were looking for. A little surprised to see him already wearing it, because you were supposed to give it to him in first place. You simply ask him.

“Oh hi Taehyun, how are you today ?” taking a casual tone, greeting him as you both always did through years since you’ve been working here.

Even if it was very basic and yet informal, since staff aren’t really supposed to be close to members except if you’re not new here, among all the members in the group, Taehyun was the one with who you were the least close, though you can’t help but feel something which makes you the closest despite this distance.

“Good.” He answers as usually.

This conversation is very dry..

“I thought you’d stay in the makeup room, you seem to be already wearing your outfit.” You continue, discreetly sneaking the fact that you noticed he was already wearing the blazer you had to prepare him.

“Mmh, yeah Ana helped me and gave me that new blazer.” He explains.

“Ohh I see..” You nod, not really care about the fact that it was “Ana” who gave this blazer to him. “So, why did you come back here ?” You ask.

“Oh I was looking for a pen.”

You immediately look around for a pen, and you spot one on a table next to a bunch of papers. “Here.” You hand it to him.

“Thank you.” He takes it in his hand, slightly brushing his fingers against your palm when he takes the pen. Did he do it on purpose !?

“And.. may I ask why do you need a pen?” You quickly start talking again before any other awkward silence.

“Ana wanted to see one of my magic tricks.”

Her again?

You didn’t know much about her except that she was new here since last week, but she seems to have taken her marks quickly here, especially with others..

“Oh okay..!” You answer kinda surprised that the conversation keeps going with her name inside. “Well, I’m sure she’ll enjoy it, you’re pretty good a magic tricks and you never miss impressing others each time.” You answer with a little smile even if your tone was a little dry when you talked since you knew this magic trick wasn’t for “others” but for “Ana”.

But after all, she was just a staff member like everybody who’s working here..

Photoshoot for the concept photos of the comeback

All the group was ready, they started by taking pictures of members individually. It was Beomgyu’s turn, he was clearly comfortable with this theme and seems to like the vibe of the set they chose. “In another life he could’ve been mannequin..” you think to yourself.

But suddenly something snapped you back to reality and caught your attention instantly : Taehyun has entered the set, with that grey blazer, a cap and underneath some strands of his silver hair. Definitely not the same level. He has a the whole attitude and immediately finds the perfect poses for the cameras.

You decide to move forward towards the cameras to take a look at the pictures. When your eyes shift to the screens, you see that Taehyun also shifted his eyes, he wasn’t looking at the cameras anymore but toward the staff team. You look up and sees his gaze piercing into yours, he was looking at you with the same look he gave to the cameras when he was posing, you felt more than observed, and the fact that you weren’t sure that he does it for the picture or just on purpose bothers you. You decide to move aside to check your theory and as you go to the left, you also see his eyes moving to the left, so you move to the right, and his eyes do the same.

Okay now what..?

“Are you okay?” Beomgyu asks you when he sees you moving in all directions while looking at Taehyun.

“Oh! Yeah, I was just checking something !” You answer taking a relaxed tone to not look suspicious sneaking another look toward Taehyun to see if he was still looking.

But strangely, Taehyun stayed focused on the shooting, it almost bothered you that he didn’t look at you anymore. But you couldn’t say anything since he probably didn’t do it on purpose, but your mind keeps replaying this moment wondering “what if..?”. But after all, you both never really had something.. unfortunately. While you were asking yourself a hundred questions, an unfamiliar voice echoes through the whole room, eventually catching your attention, or maybe because you hear his name in the sentence..

“Taehyun look toward me!” a feminine voice said. While keeping his attitude Taehyun turns his gaze toward the woman, so as you. You want to see who it is so you get a little closer walking behind cameramans discreetly.

You can finally see her, a new face you’ve never seen before.. You naturally look at her badge with her name written on it and instantly, this unfamiliar and curious feeling you got about this random woman gets replaced by a strange feeling of jealousy.

“Ana ?” You think while she takes notes on random stuff about Taehyun’s poses.

You were about to talk to her when another voice interrupts you. “Y/N! Come please!” the manager is calling you. “Yeah!” You answer stepping back, your gaze switching between Ana and Taehyun, all your questions multiplying by hundred. You quickly make your way back toward the spot you were previously at where Soobin was waiting behind the set with some makeup artists around him fixing little details on his makeup.

The manager scolds you “Where were you!? You were supposed to help us with the outfit while Taehyun was shooting!” You couldn’t admit the truth, but talking back was worse so you just apologized, looking down embarrassed. Getting yelled at in public is one of your worst nightmares that you could barely hold back your tears.

“I am sorry..”

“You better be, we struggled to find Soobin’s blazer, it was in the closet in the makeup room and you were the only one who got the keys!” He kept going on and you and felt even more humiliated.

“I am sorry…” you repeat.

“Cut! Change! Soobin’s turn!” A staff member yells as everyone start moving in the room, the makeup artists putting away their stuff, the stylist following behind and Soobin entering on the set ready to pose as Taehyun leaves.

You walk to the back of the room to avoid the crowd or anybody’s gaze after this public humiliation, and sit on a chair staring at yourself. While looking at yourself in the mirrors, you remember something.

Your hands slide in your pockets, looking for those keys the manager talked about, you couldn’t find them.

“Shit..” you curse, panicking, looking around.

“I think you’re looking for this?” A deep voice with a nonchalant tone says behind you followed by clicking sounds. You look up and sees in the mirror reflection, Taehyun holding the keys you were looking for.

“Oh! Yeah, I was looking for them!” You said surprised by his sudden apparition behind you, as you turn around to take the keys of his hands, putting them back inside your pockets.

“Thank you, you’re saving me..!” You sigh relieved. “Where were they ?”

“In my blazer, I think you put them inside before giving it to me but Ana took it and probably not noticed.” You nod understanding before looking at Ana who was taking notes on her paper while Soobin was posing on the set.

“It’s fine, at least I didn’t lose them!” You shrug.

An awkward silence which doesn’t seem to bother Taehyun who keeps showing this unfazed expression wherever he is, on the other hand disturbs you.

“Soo.. What did you think about this shooting ?” You say in a dynamic tone trying to lift up the mood. Your question manages to catch his attention back to you as he turns his head toward you

“Well, I like the role I have in this set, and the ‘romantic’ side of each member is well shown-off with different personality and mine fit really well with the kind of person I would be.”

One thing about Taehyun that always makes you fold and keeps surprising you even if you know him since a while now, is that whenever he talks he looks like everything has a deeper meaning and he wants to add small details in each thing he does. He sounds so smart it makes you listen to him whenever he talks.

“And you?” He replies back.

It catches you off guard because you weren’t used to him asking you questions. You took at least 3 seconds to react, quickly shaking your thoughts off your head to focus back on the conversation.

“Oh? Yeah! Yeah I loved the concept, the set was very pretty and I really like working on the design of this comeback” You nod fast hoping your answer doesn’t sound ‘stupid’ or whatever makes you look nervous since you’re trying to play it cool since the beginning of this conversation.

But, Taehyun’s reaction catches you off guard even more than the previous question.

He chuckles, and.. the way his lips curve in a smirk when he does it drives your attention away from the main topic.

You don’t know how to react so you simply laugh along with him,while your mind is racing with too many thoughts. Your laugh got cut off by Taehyun taking one step closer asking in a quieter voice.

“No I was talking about me…” before adding “What did you think about me?” giving you the same gaze as when he was on set. The same eyes, cold with a hint of lust behind.

So it wasn’t a random move ?! Your cheeks go red while strangely, the temperature becomes hotter in the room despite the cold weather today. “Hot..” was the only word which escapes your lips at this right moment. You couldn’t even realize what you just said when..

“Okay cut! That’s all for today! Good job everyone!” You didn’t know if this stop was a relief or a disappointment, but you couldn’t keep going on this conversation after what happened. Did he really ask your opinion about him during the shooting ? What were you really thinking ? Of course he nailed it ! But on further level..

You sigh “Come on..” you mumble to yourself. Meanwhile everyone starts moving in the room, some staff members leave, some arrive, some people are removing all the stuff on the set, turning off the lights, cleaning everything, people are talking about the shooting as you notice something else.

Where did Taehyun go ? In one second and a wave of people, you lost sight of him. You start looking around in the room and you spot a manager heading toward the exit with the members, Taehyun standing behind them, leaving the room. You only saw his figure moving toward the exit.

You check your phone and realize it’s the break time, so you decide to rest a bit. You also leave the room, heading back toward the makeup room where is a couch at the back. The perfect spot to take a small nap since everyone will probably go to the dining room to eat. You lay down, a heavy breath of relief as you can finally relax before closing your eyes. You don’t even have any idea about when the break ends, you just want to rest.

An hour later

You got woken up by a conversation happening in the room where you were sleeping. It takes you a few seconds to opens your eyes before your realize there is something on you, a blanket. As your eyes are slowly opening themselves, the current conversation in the room takes another tone, that’s when you hear the name “Ana” that your eyes immediately open fully.

The couch you were sleeping on is slightly hidden behind a wall so we can’t see you. You quickly pretend to still be asleep to not get caught as you try to listen to the conversation. You recognize a man’s voice.

You know well this voice, it talked to you barely a few hours ago : Taehyun.

The other voice is a woman’s voice, you didn’t hear it pretty much before but it is still not unknown to you.

“Ana stop this.” Taehyun says in a stern tone.

“Stop what ? You were the one who gave me that look during the shooting !” Ana answers in a sarcastic tone.

What the-? You couldn’t understand what was happening it was too blurry for you to understand, and you just woke up. Your mind was still in between sleep and reality.

“I never looked at you.” Taehyun responds.

“Then what were you looking at ‘cause something definitely caught your attention, you weren’t even looking at the cameras anymore!” Ana continues.

Then, a silence in the conversation fills the whole room.

Suddenly someone enters inside the room. “Ana why are you here, no staff member is allowed to go in the makeup rooms during breaks!” A manager scolds her, opening the door fully gesturing her to leave the room.

No answers, but the close door and there was only one person left in the room now, you weren’t sure whether it was Taehyun or Ana but there was no way you show up since you’re not supposed to be here as well. You discreetly peek behind you trying to see the person in the room with you.

You were about to take a closer look but you hear footsteps coming toward your direction, you immediately hide under the blanket until the person arrives next to you. You feel them touching the blanket slowly removing it.

“Oh no..” you mutter panicked. As the light enlightens your face.

“You are very bad acting.”

There was only one person who could say that kind of stuff in a such voice tone.

You keep your eyes closed wondering if you should open them or not as you feel the the blanket slowly sliding over your body.

“This girl is a whole show in herself.” Taehyun says before continuing. “You should thank me for covering you with my cloth while you were sleeping.”

A cloth ?? You sit up a bit seeing him sitting on a chair in front of you, holding on his laps that grey blazer.

It wasn’t the blanket..? Your mind rushes once again with numerous thoughts.

“Why?” You simply ask very surprised of his move.

“You were trembling like a scared cat, mumbling random stuff in your sleep.” How embarrassing this situation is ?

You scratch your head trying to find an answer.

“Ah I did..?” You laugh nervously “My friends often tell me I have a restless sleep! I always say nonsense haha..”

Taehyun‘s reaction isn’t the one you expected at all, instead of simply showing a unfazed expression or giving a simple answer, he leans in his face closer to yours and says.

“Are you sure you were saying nonsense in your sleep ? Because if you want me to be honest with you..”

He pauses and fixes your hair softly with his hand, tangling his finger between the messy strands.

“.. I think you knew pretty well the topic you were talking about in your sleep. And it had pretty much sense.”

At this right moment, your heart never beat that fast, you are wondering what you could’ve said, there are too many possibilities, you’re thinking about the different scenarios that can happen because he heard you talk. You also wonder if he’s not lying to make fun of you.

Your panicked expression is obvious and he notices it, bringing his hand over your shoulder, rubbing it gently as he talks in a soothing voice to you.

“Don’t worry, I’m not embarrassed or something by you.”

“What did I say..” you ask preparing yourself to the worst.

Taehyun pretends to think as if like he almost forgot. “I don’t remember very well, but you said my name many times..” his voice dropping to a whisper.

That’s right, this is the worst scenario you imagined. Among all the things you could have said in your sleep, his name came out of your mouth. You look away embarrassed before he adds .

“Don’t worry you said nothing weird.” In a more relaxed and cooler tone. You sigh relieved.

You quickly stand up and pick up your phone which fell of your pocket while you were sleeping, and check the time, it was

5:45pm

You kind of overslept but nobody called you ? Before leaving the room you turn around one last time.

“Thanks for the ‘blanket’. “

“No problem.”

Back home, you got a message from the staff team

➜ Tomorrow’s practice session. Everyone on time! 7AM!!

“Ain’t got no choice..” you sigh.

Tomorrow’s morning 7:24

You are waiting in the big practice room with some staff members, it was very silent and nobody has the energy, after a few more minutes the members arrive. Today they practice 0X1=LOVESONG’S choreography, the chorus part.

After a quick warm up, everyone is ready, on their spot. You were standing behind the cameraman to take note of everyone’s position to fix the little mistakes.

“It’s all good!” You give the signal, before the music starts.

Huening-Kai’s movements were very detailed and the dance fits really well with the song, you are glad everything worked out until now.

Suddenly your concentration got disturbed again, by the members switching positions. You didn’t know about the choreography, so everything was new to you, like this moment when Taehyun changed to the center’s position. He brings a new passion to the dance and looked desperate. The way he was playing every words of his lines in his movements.

Suddenly the music stops and the choreographer walks toward the member stopping in front Taehyun giving him an advice about his hands, the way he moves them along with the music.

“You have to make it look you’re really desperate for someone, your line says ‘please use me like a drug’ you have to imagine someone who’s as important as something you can’t get enough of, even more if you can !” the choreographer mimics the movements of the dance and tries to show him how to do.

You look at Taehyun who seems to be thinking about how to do this part of the song.

“Please.. use me like a drug” he repeats doing the movements in a stronger way accenting the desperate behavior in his arms.

You notice how sincere the lyrics are, you never realized before. The music starts again on the part where they stopped and Taehyun does again the line where he did a mistake. And once again, he looks at you, the same eyes, with a serious expression despite the lyrics of the song he’s saying right now.

“Please..” his eyes shifting to look at you.

“…Use me like a drug.”

The music stops and the choreographer applauses him. “That was perfect, just like a pro!”

And immediately Taehyun looks away from you and goes back to a normal attitude.

“Thank you.” he says glad. “Imagining someone I can’t get enough of was easier than I thought.” he changes tone.

You look at again at him surprised, when your gaze meets his a second time.

What is he playing..?!

You keep your cool and head back toward the staff team telling them. “Taehyun’s part is done, there’s nothing else to add.” there was a bit of hurry in your voice, because you want to finish as fast as possible this practice session..

5 months later everything is done! They finished recording the song, the mv, the choreography. It was very tough and dynamic and the hours spent at the studio, the makeup rooms, the meeting rooms… became numerous! But you made it, everyone worked so hard, and it was finally their first performance on stage.

You are a part of the stylists team responsible for everyone’s outfit for this stage. You have to find a white cloth for each member with ripped parts and some accessories. You get a black and white sweater for Taehyun, with ripped jeans.

“The emo style kind of suits him for this song.” You say to yourself.

Someone arrives behind you. “I’ll give it to him !”

You turn around and see Ana.

“Oh? Hum..”

“Don’t worry I’ve got you !” she interrupts you before you could say anything and takes the cloth away from you before leaving the room.

You’re confused but after all she’s a part of the stylists too. You shrug it off and start looking for the other accessories Taehyun will wear on stage. You are about to leave the room to go help Taehyun with them when Ana stops you in tracks, entering in the room almost bumping into you.

“Oh! Hey! Be careful!” she laughs. “Oh these are Taehyun’s accessories, don’t worry I’ll give them to him too!” She takes the belts away from you leaving the room not letting you say a word.

What is she doing ?? This was starting to annoy you.

You decide to keep looking for some clothes to take with you, when you feel a hand wrapping around your waist pulling you backwards. You are in a darker place away from the noise.

“Hey—!” A mouth covers yours, cutting your words off with a forceful kiss. The space is so small you are almost pressed against the person’s chest.

Someone walks in the hallways right next to the corner you are hidden at.

“Where’s Taehyun?” Ana says. You barely realize who is with you, pressing their lips on yours without any explanation when..

“Let me..” The person removes their lips from yours and whispers in your ear, followed by a warm breath next to your neck.

“Taehyun !” A staff member shouts in the hallways.

You need to confirm your doubts so you finally break your silence.

“Taehyun?” You say, hoping it’s nobody else than him.

A small silence in between two heavy breaths..

“Y/n. You know me..” he whispers, bringing his hand to your cheek rubbing his thumb over your lower lip.

“You’re supposed to be on stage right now-!” You tell him worried.

He cuts you off again with another kiss, pressing his lips harder against yours, backing your head on the wall behind you. “I love how worried and protective you are with me..”

“It’s my job!”

“Don’t talk about job or any of your stupid responsibilities..”

“Taehyun I’m gonna be in troubles if you don’t go on stage right now!” You say worried of the consequences.

He sighs. “That’s why we don’t have much time.”

“Time for what ??” You ask confused.

“A fucking quickie..” he groans in your ear.

“Taehyun are you serious right now ? I’m older than you..!”

“So? I have always been interested by you. And it doesn’t matter if you’re older Y/n..” he pauses and wraps his right hand around your waist and the other on your shoulder slowly removing your buttons.

“It’s even better…”

With this, he drops your shirt on the floor, leaving you in tank top.

“Ana is going to worry..” You mumble

“Ana?” He says in a mocking tone.

He brushes his fingers over your bare shoulder before continuing.

“What’s with Ana?”

“She’ll be jealous..”

“Come one Y/n..” he chuckles

“You’re the one who’s being jealous right now..” he teases

“But don’t worry about Ana you will see that she is nothing to me soon.” bringing his hips closer to yours

Despite the fact that you know well that if someone sees you, you’ll be fired right away, you can’t help but thinking about giving this a try. You’ve always wanted to be with him.

Your desires take the best of you and you whisper stuttering your words. “Do you have a condom..”

Taehyun hands stop moving and get replaced by his mouth on your bare shoulders kissing circles patterns on your skin.

“No.. there’s only my microphone in my pockets. Why? You wanna scream on speakers my name ?” He teases biting the strap of your tank top, pulling it down with his teeth revealing more of your skin.

There are too much thoughts in your head to think straightly about an answer, he isn’t helping at all and he knows it.

His hands go lower and rest right above your jeans, undoing them dropping them over your ankles the cold air reaching your legs, making you shiver. He turns your body around your chest stuck against the wall his hips pressed against your butt from behind, a hand on your chest, the other on your shoulder slightly pulling you backwards, making your back arch.

“This position is perfect don’t you think?”

You feel his hand putting more pressure of your chest squeezing your breasts making you react instantly.

“Yes..” you nod.

“Thought so.” A smug on his face as he pulls down his zipper taking out his cock already hard, stroking it slowly while feeling your body in his arms.

“Taehyun we don’t have much time.” You say in a hurry.

“You’re very impatient y/n. You’re one who’s taking it the only thing you should be doing is waiting for me..” he buries his face in your hair, inhaling your scent letting out a content sigh. “The real show is right in front of me, almost naked…

…And the best in this show, is that it’s private.

All for me.”

“Taehyun..” you repeat with a bit of neediness.

He doesn’t listen to your pleas and keeps teasing you, making you wait, knowing that you’ll get even more needy.

Suddenly you hear the speakers turning on and the music starting. They are going to start in just a few minutes.

“You’ve never answered me by the way.” He says in a more casual tone.

“About what..?” You ask confused.

“What did you think about me during the shooting.” He suddenly pushing himself inside you.

You almost yelp out loud but quickly cover your mouth with your hand.

“You did well..!” You whimper, your breath hitching on the rhythm of his thrusts. His grip on your breast tightens as he pulls you backwards making your back arch even more.

“I’m glad y/n. You didn’t lie, because I saw your eyes that day.”

“What.. are you talking… about Taehyun ?”

“Come on.. you remember that day.” He acts hurt and thrust himself harder in you.

You moan out loud, your hands trying to keep their hold on the wall. His hips go slower as he pulls out his microphone of his pockets and puts it in front of your mouth.

“If you wanna say something, tell it to all our fans.” he mocks before picking up speed immediately thrusting even deeper inside you.

He knows exactly what he is doing to you right now and this doesn’t help you to keep your calm.

The only thing you did was to clench even more around him. Your body is taking so much pleasure at the same time that your words can’t barely follow.

Your reaction manages to affect Taehyun’s body too, he drops the microphone on the floor a loud cracking noise coming out of the speakers. He grips your body tighter and brings his chest against your back leaning his chin over your shoulder breathing heavily next to your ear.

“Noona…” he breathes out.

“You’re so tight..” he groans out. The way he sounds so turned on gets you more and more hot. He pumps his hips faster.

“Let me cum inside you..”

He never called you noona before, so the way he said it for the first time, at this right moment makes it even more.. soft yet hot.

His cock warms up your insides, a wave of pleasure at each thrusts. You move your hand over the one which was squeezing your breast . “You can cum inside.. me” a soft moan escapes your mouth.

There’s nothing more to say, with a low groan and one last thrust, he pushes himself deep inside you filling you up. The feeling is so overwhelming yet so good. You rest your forehead against the cold wall panting as he pulls out, his grip on you loosening.

You both don’t exchange a single word for a few seconds before you hear the manager walking by the hallways again, calling Taehyun.

“Taehyun!”

Taehyun doesn’t sound worried at all, he is too caught by the moment you two just had.

He pants again.

“Noona..”

[bitethe-hand]

Different This Time

Hazel Callahan x Bassist!afab!Reader

'I stand by my reasons for wanting you, It may sound simple but for me it's new' 3.5k

You sat slumped in a random chair with your bass in your lap staring at the door of the band room. It was currently after school and your bandmates were arguing over the setlist and newer songs you have for your upcoming gig. Tired of the bickering you abruptly stand up and place your bass on its stand. 

"Y/N, do you have anything to add?" You looked between the three of them and shook your head. "No actually I'm gonna go to the bathroom," and walked out of the room. You turned the corner and took a deep breath, leaning against the wall rubbing your hands over your face. "I am so goddamn tired of this shit." You whispered to yourself and shoved the bathroom door open only to be met with another person. 

Hazel. 

You were normally someone who always focused on yourself and never really had crushes in school. But freshman year when you first noticed Hazel Callahan, you were fucked. You had at least two classes with her every year and even though you guys hardly ever talked, your stomach and heart always felt fuzzy when she was around. 

You exhaled a breath through your mouth when you noticed her. She quickly looked at you when she heard the door open and you both stood across from the other mouths agape. "Uh-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you..if I did." You said walking into the bathroom, letting the door close behind you. You noticed the blood covered paper towel in her hand and some smeared blood under her nose as well as a cut lip. 

"Oh, it's okay," she said slowly and quietly while her eyes were still on you. You smiled and looked away, breaking eye contact and made your way to the sink next to her. You looked at her through the mirror and she was now focused on cleaning the blood from her face. "Are you...okay?" You questioned while touching your own lip. She mimicked you and looked down at her now crimson finger, "yeah! Yeah! It's okay, just from the self defense club." 

"Oh right! Yeah, that explains why you're still on campus right now." You laughed quietly to yourself, looking down at the sink. There was a short silence that fell upon you both.

"Uhm, why are you here so late?" Hazel asked, this time looking at you through the mirror. "Just band practice. But they're all fighting so I just came here to take a breather." This time you turned your head to be met with her side profile. Even if it was just for a second you admired the curve of her nose and the way her lips looked. She turned her head and locked eyes with you and it felt like she was admiring you just as much as you were admiring her. 

"Um, I should get back though. It was nice talking to you Haze." You said quickly and backed out of the bathroom, not wanting to look away from her. 

"Yeah, I'll see you in class. Bye Y/N."

~~

It's been 2 weeks since your bathroom encounter with Hazel and you could say you've gotten closer with her. Instead of her just sending you a small smile whenever you saw each other, she started saying hi. You sat behind her in Mr.G's class and every so often she would turn around to ask or say something that would make you huff out a quiet laugh. 

You stood at your locker chatting with your best friend who is also the drummer of your band. "Wait so you've been crushing on her these past 4 years and you're just now talking to her?" He asked with raised eyebrows. 

"As friends, yes. We're friends." You explained to him. "Oh gosh, that's even worse! Why don't you just ask her to hang out, speed up the process a little bit.." You instantly shook your head, "No, I couldn't, I mean she's so..." you started, looking over at her with Josie and PJ.

"Dorky?" He said and you rolled your eyes as you looked at him. "I was going to say out of my league." This time it was his turn to roll his eyes. "Oh my god, not even Y/N..." he continued on and you peered over at Hazel again but this time she took notice and gave you a big smile. You reciprocated before realizing she’s walking over to you. "Dani, shut up!" you hushed at him and turned around meeting eyes with Hazel. 

"Hey Y/N uh I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch today?" Your mouth was slightly open to say something but closed again. "or not! That's fine I was just hoping we can go over Mr. G's assign-" you felt a kick to the back of your knee, making you slightly buckle before quickly standing back up straight. "Yeah we definitely can. Where do you go for lunch?" you asked, leaning against the lockers with your arms wrapped around yourself. 

"The bleachers. But if you want I can meet you back here and we can walk there together?" She said, You couldn't quite pinpoint her feelings but she had a slight anxious look in her eyes. "That sounds great! I'll see you then." You smiled. She gave you a thumbs up as she backed away then the bell rang to your next class period. You looked at Dani as he had an amused smirk on his face. "Oh she wants you." 

"Just shut up."

~~

You walked towards your locker, chipping at the nail polish on your fingers. You see Hazel already there, leaning against the lockers on her phone. You took a deep breath and walked up to her letting out a slightly shaky "hey," trying to seem as casual as possible. She looked up at you with a smile and a slight sparkle in her eye, putting her phone in her pocket. "Hi. You ready?" 

You nodded at her, "Yeah let me just-" you pointed at your locker to grab your other book and binder. "Oh yeah, definitely. Sorry." Hazel said, moving out of your way. 

You began walking in a comforting yet slightly awkward silence, sharing glances at each other not really knowing what to say. Hazel opened the door that led to outside motioning for you to go first. "Thank you," you said quietly. She cleared her throat, "so how's your band?" 

"It's pretty good, we get to open for an artist coming to town in two months but in the meantime we play small shows and gigs around the area. It's fun." You grinned as you spoke. You sat at a random spot in the bleachers and continued to talk instead of working on Mr. G's assignment. 

That night you lied in bed restless. Tossing and turning to the point where your neck hurt, you huffed and sat up. You turned on your lamp and groaned. Your mind was filled with thoughts of Hazel you couldn't even sleep. You looked at the notebook on the corner of your bed and grabbed it, deciding to start writing. 

A week later you walk into school with a huge smile on your face as you walk to your friends. They all noticed your grin and notebook in hand. "What's got you smiling like the Cheshire Cat?" Molly, your lead guitarist, asked. "More like who.." Dani added. "I wrote a song!" You exclaimed and held out your notebook opened to a specific page. "Different This Time," Molly held the notebook as the three of them read through the song. "I also made a few demos for how it could go. I'll send them in the group chat."

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"Damn, that Hazel girl got you locked in. It's a good song." Nico, your lead singer and rhythm guitarist said. "Thanks Nico, but what do we say lads? Wanna play it at our next gig?" You nervously looked at the three of them. "Will you be singing it? I mean you wrote it." Nico asked again. you smiled at Nico, "Yes, I will definitely be singing it." 

Spending everyday after that practicing with the band the song and setlist for your opening gig coming up. You also began spending more alone time with Hazel. As you were walking out of the school you saw Hazel standing outside her car with a nervous face as she looked around before seeing you. She waved at you as you walked over to her. "Hey Haze, you okay?" you questioned moving your head in front of her face. "Yeah, I'm okay. Hey, you wanna come over?"

"Like..right now?" She nodded at you. "Yeah, why not?" you said as she opened the passenger door for you. 

You looked out the window while Fleetwood Mac quietly played in the background. Your eyes slowly shifted to Hazel's hand on the steering wheel and down to her other hand that lightly held the gear stick, fingers tapping along to the beat of the song. Your breath began to get heavier but you reverted your eyes back to the window before you could let your mind wander. "So where are we going again?" You asked, breaking the silence.

"Oh I was just thinking my house. We can watch a movie or play video games. Unless you want to do something else?"

You shook your head, "no, going to your house sounds great." 

Walking into Hazel's house you couldn't help but look around. "I had no clue you lived-" 

"Yeah I try not to tell people." Hazel cut you off, "Come on, let's go to my room." You followed her up the staircase looking at all the pictures and paintings that littered the walls of the hallways. You walked into her room and your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to conceal the smile that would paint your lips. Her room was just so her. 

"You can just put your bag and things in that chair." She said, taking off her own bag and shoes. You complied, placing your belongings on the chair in the corner and made your way over to her by her bed. You couldn't help but notice the way her eyes scanned you as you stood in front of her. Suddenly feeling slightly self conscious, you held your hands behind your back and cleared your throat. "So what kind of movies do you have?" You muttered in a shy voice. 

Hazel looked back up to meet your eyes but all that she said was, "nice socks," with a giggle. You looked down and realized you were wearing Iron Man socks. You laughed with her, "hey you too." You pointed out the Spiderman socks she had on. She looked back up at you with a smile and the same look in her eyes you can never pinpoint. But it didn't matter to you. You loved the way she looked at you. 

She looked away and grabbed the remote lying on the bed and tapped the side next her for you to sit. "Maybe we can watch.." "Twilight?" you grinned at her. She gave you the same look back, "Yes, Twilight." 

For the next few hours you spent watching Twilight and sharing a bowl of popcorn and some snacks. "Okay, are you team Jacob or Edward? I don't know why I didn't ask you this during the first movie," Hazel asked as the credits began to roll on screen. You deeply sighed and adjusted the pillow behind your head to get a better look at her. 

"..Neither"

"Neither?!" You shook your head with a tight lipped smile. "I'm actually team Alice." 

"Okay, I can get by that." Hazel said as the opening credits to the next movie rolled in. Your face facing the TV and you felt Hazel lean closer to your ear. "I am also team Alice," She whispered, her breath on your ear giving you goosebumps. You turned to look at her as she leaned back now looking at the TV, huffing out a quiet laugh before returning your gaze back. 

Focusing on the movie the only things heard was the dialogue from the screen and the crunching of popcorn being eaten. You brought your hand down into the bowl, reaching for some when you felt Hazel's hand touching yours. You froze, dropping the popcorn from your hand and shifting your eyes down towards the bowl. Hazel's fingers slowly grazing over yours. Moving your gaze up to her face and see her also looking at your hands. 

Hazel intertwines your fingers together and looks up at you. You felt high. Everything was moving slowly, the movie playing was muted and all you could focus on was Hazel's eyes. How stared right back at you and how she blinked so slowly. The apples of her cheek hinted with pink and her lips, slightly parted as she moved in closer to you. You felt yourself leaning in too, eyes flicking from her eyes to her lips. You closed your eyes, noses touching and her breath on your lips. 

Am I about to kiss Haz-

"UHHH MHH" 

You and Hazel jumped apart, hands untwining and placed back in your laps. You looked at the door hearing more moans. You look back at Hazel and her face is now wide and red. "Is that your-" you motioned at the door.

She sighed and wiped her face. "Yeah, fuck I'm sorry. That's so embarrassing." You went to place your hand on her knee and say something before she abruptly got up from the bed. "I'll just take you home now. It's already 10." She said turning off the TV and sliding on her shoes with her back facing you. You went to the corner of her room to put on your shoes and grabbing your stuff, completely shutting out the sounds coming from the other room. 

You looked at Hazel as she focused on the road, this time The 1975 playing faintly through the speakers. "I just remembered I forgot to tell you. My band and I are having a gig on Sunday at that small bar Chameleon's Doors open at 6. You should come by and watch us perform if you're not busy," you told her, needing to break the silence. She finally looked at you and gave you a closed smile, "I would love to go." 

You arrived in front of your house and you unbuckled your seatbelt. "Thanks for having me over, I had fun. Let's do again?" You said to her, turning your body towards her. "Yeah definitely. And I'm really sorry about my mom, she's been kind of doing this since her and my dad-"

"Hazel it's fine," you said, grabbing on to her hand. She looked down at your hands and back up to your face, noticing you had inched closer. "Please..don't be embarrassed." You whispered, everything began moving slower again. This time you intertwined your fingers, lips parting as you moved closer to her. 

"Y/N.." Hazel whispered, just centimeters away. "I think I might kiss you."

You smiled, "me too." Your eyes closed and felt her lips on yours. They were soft and plump, it was a soft and gentle kiss. You pulled away from each other, admiring each other. Hazel let go of your hand, bringing her own up to your facing. You leaned into her hand as her thumbs caressed your cheekbones. You looked at her through your lashes and her mouth opened to say something. 

"I..really like you Y/N. Like a lot." She breathed out. 

"I like you a lot too, Hazel," you whispered back as you reconnected your lips. You moved your hands up into her hair, running your fingers through it. The kiss was more passionate and you mindlessly pushed your chest closer to hers. You pulled away breathing heavier as Hazel beamed at you, chest rising. There was a few seconds of comfortable silence where you sat there admiring each other. 

"I should probably go." You said, licking your lips as you moved away to grab your bag. You gave her one last look before opening the door. "And you are coming on Sunday right?" You added looking at her holding onto the door. 

"Yes, I will be there." She smiled gazing at you. You flashed her another smile. 

"Goodnight Hazel." You said, your eyes look at all her facial features. 

"Goodnight Y/N." 

You closed the door and walked up to your house, turning around every so often to see Hazel waiting for you to get inside. You got to your door and waved at her, earning one back , then unlocked your door and walked inside. Instantly running your room and collapsing on your bed, giggling into your pillows. Turning over you had the biggest grin on and the deepest shade of red your face could possibly get. "Oh my god." 

And Hazel on her way back smiled to herself reliving the moments that just occurred in her head. "Oh my god."

~~

You stood at side stage making sure everything was set up. You haven't told anyone about what happened because you wanted to put your focus into practicing for this gig. "Alright guys, let's have fun!" Nico said as you guys walked on stage. You adjusted your mic and scanned the crowd looking for Hazel. You spotted her walking in with some of the girls you noticed that were in the fight club. 

"We're Metal Heart, thank you for coming out tonight. Hope you enjoy the show." Nico said and Molly began playing her intro riff. You played 4 songs, every so often looking at Hazel and sending her a smile as she watched you like you were some goddess. 

"This is going to be our last song for the night. We'll cool down and get you guys ready for the next band to play up here. This last song was written by our beautiful bassist, Y/N." 

Claps and cheers were heard as you waved to the crowd. You walked up to the mic to say some words. "Thank you. This is a love ballad I wrote about someone," You looked at Hazel and continued. "It's about meeting someone and wanting a different and special connection with them. This is 'Different This Time' hope you enjoy." 

Your voice drew in Hazel and as the crowd swayed and moved, Hazel got closer to the stage. She stood staring up at you. You were breathtaking to her, the way your fingers flicked against the strings of your bass, how the glitter on your eyes and cheeks sparkled in the lights shining on you. Hazel Callahan was head over heels for you, and has been for the past four years. The song came to an end and you bit your lip as cheers roared through the bar. Looking down at Hazel again seeing she wore a grin on her face.

"Once again, we're Metal Heart. Thank you so much for having us and enjoy the rest of the show!" You said into the mic and began walking off stage. 

"Oh my god?? Hazel is actually in love with you. She was so enamored by you, she could not take her eyes off you." Dani said, shaking you by your shoulders. "So we..kissed the other night." You confessed and the three of them gasped. "And you didn't tell us?" Molly shouted, lightly pushing you. You laughed and let out a quiet 'sorry' as you walked past them and to the floor. 

Hazel stood in front of you with her hands under the bottom of her vest. You nervously walked up to her, picking at your nails again. "You did really well." She smiled at you. "Thank you Hazel," you responded looking down trying to hide your blush. She then grabbed your hands in hers, getting you to look at her. She took a few steps closer, leaning to your ear. "Wanna take a step outside?" You looked at her nodded, then held her hand as you led her outside to a more quiet spot. 

You smiled and leaned against the brick wall and she did the same. Not letting go of your hand, she looked down at them as her hand caressed the top of your hand. "Can I ask..was that song written about me?" She spoke up, looking you in the eyes. You nodded at her, "yeah, it was. I wrote it when we started hanging out together." You told her, your heart beating fast.

"It was so beautiful." She said quietly, pulling you closer and holding your hand in hers bringing it to rest over her shoulder. You stood there in silence, leaning in once again. 

"Hazel.."

"Yeah?"

Your noses were touching as you looked into her eyes. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

She grinned, placing her hands on your waist and passionately kissed you. Your arms reached around her neck and she pulled away. 

"I would love to be your girlfriend Y/N." She tightened her grip on your waist and she pulled you into her lips again. 

"Get some Hazel!" someone yelled. You pulled apart and saw Pj, Jose, and the others watching you guys and cheering. 

~~

Thank you for reading! I haven't written in a while so hope you enjoyed! barely proofread. also the song that inspired this is the link below, please go give it a listen if you haven't heard it before!

[sweetstarart]

40 Wallace Wells Headcanons!!!

He loves the band gorillaz! His current favorite songs are Dare, Dirty Harry, Rock The House and 5/4

He used to animate and draw in college but he hasn't really picked it up since then

He and Scott don't have much closet space, so they put some of their clothes in a kitchen cabinet. Scott is very scared Ramona will open it one day

When he eats burger He takes the pickles off and saves them for last. He does the same thing with shrimp pasta and also likes it most when there are 5 shrimp left over to eat. Scott thinks this is weird.

He's quite a powerful psychic, but since he's a beginner he has no idea how to utilize his powers. In the future, Old Wallace becomes one of the most powerful psychics in Toronto

Old Wallace's hair turned grey after what him and Mobile simply refer to as a "Psychic Mishap". This same mishap lead to him also needing very strong prescription glasses

He has 5 favorite colors, Green, Pink, Black, Teal and Red. If you ask which is his favorite, he'll usually cycle through 3 of those options before telling you he doesn't have a favorite

He scratches his knuckles when he gets nervous

He keeps his hands behind his back while doing this so people are less likely to notice

Sometimes he taps his fingers instead

Starting book 2, He's been taking French classes. He likes to say dumb things in French around the house that don't apply to whatever they're talking about, Scott is none the wiser

He likes turtles!

Although Wallace sometimes kicks Scott in his sleep, he can actually be fairly affectionate sometimes if he's feeling happy or lonely. Sometimes he hugs Scott in his sleep

Strangely enough, he doesn't do this to mobile until a few years into their relationship

Wallace used to have braces and acne in high-school. It is one of the very few things he's insecure about

He constantly forgets Young Neil's name and swears its either Francis or Dennis

Him and Other Scott have known eachother since they were kids but only became friends in high-school, when Wallace would stay over at his house from time to time

According to Scott and Other Scott, seeing Wallace win a drinking game is one of the most horrifying things they've ever seen

His record is 19 beers in 5 seconds

Oftentimes He wears a variety of Bracelets on his arm. His sweater usually obscures this, but they can be heard clanking together when he runs. When asked why he does this, he says he's "Matching with a friend"

His birthday is July 4th

He ran away from home during high-school, leading to him crashing at his friend's houses until he finally got an apartment

He frequently stayed with Scott, Other Scott and Roxy (until they stopped being friends towards the end of high-school)

Like the anime said, he let Scott crash at his place and he never left. At first, he figured since Scott let him stay over a week once, it only seemed fair to do the same. Soon a week turned into a month,but he couldn't bring himself to simply tell him to leave

He's somewhat of a pushover, but is too prideful to admit it (or embarrassed... who knows!)

He has tons of pride merch that he saves specifically for the month of May. Not June, because he "likes to stand out" (It's actually because when he started doing this, he got the month wrong)

He won a Ball point pen from a high-school drinking game. He calls it his most "prized possession" and he keeps it in a jewelry box alongside his bracelets

Scott is listed as "The first guy you should call if I ever get drunk and pass out bc he knows good and well he owes me a favor" on a list his frequent bartender asked him to make (Her name is Leni btw)

He and Gideon (the cat) would actually get along pretty well if they ever met

He and Gideon (the man) would not get along very well. But Wallace would find him extremely attractive in secret

He finds most of Ramona's exes attractive with the exceptions being Roxy and Kyle katayanagi

He passed his driving test while completely drunk. He woke up the next day and had no clue how to drive and couldn't even remember doing it until he found the license in the kitchen sink

He's had tons of flings, but never had an actual boyfriend until he met Mobile

He is so gay, that he litterally pukes rainbows

He thinks Stephen is hot. His only reason for not pursuing him is the fact that Scott made him promise to never make out with his friends

His favorite food is shrimp Alfredo

The reason Wallace makes bacon so often is because he bought it in bulk once as a dare from one of his friends. No clue what kind of bacon it was, but it expired a year from that day and the bottom shelf of his fridge was packed full of it for months

He always loses at rock paper scissors

He knows how to play piano

He has Hayfever

And... that's it! Except not really, I actually have way more!

But thats all I'm posting for now...

Thanks for reading!

[etz-ashashiyot]

I'm bored and stuck waiting and happened to remember that on my old blog I had made this statement:

Since I have a minute, I figured I'd finally drop the list with some brief explanations:

1. By Way Of Sorrow - Coyote Grace version

This song and its lyrics, especially as sung by a queer/trans bluegrass band, could not be more Jew-ish in vibe. I am aware this is a cover, but I have only ever heard their version and that's the one that matters to me. I love love love this song, so much, and it perfectly captures how I feel about having been welcomed into the Jewish people after years of exclusion and othering from numerous other quarters. Am Yisrael has taken me in, treated me like family, connected me to the Divine, healed my wounds, and helped me feel as whole as one can in a broken and unredeemed world - while giving me the tools to join the work of tikkun olam myself.

2. The Farthest Field - The Lumber Jills version

This is the best version I could find; the original I was shown I can't find but will link if I do. This song was actually introduced to me by one of my orthodox rabbis, and I agree with him that it can be understood as a beautiful image of geulah.

3. Hallelujah - Coyote Grace & Girlyman

This one just makes me happy, and the words, message, and themes are very on-brand for Jewish vibes as well in my opinion.

4. Be Thou My Vision - old Irish Hymn (this version and this version are my favorites)

This one is very obviously a hymn and therefore decidedly Not Jewish. On the other hand, the words aren't so explicitly Christian that it rules out use by Jews (in my opinion) and especially if you translate the words into Hebrew, it sounds just like a traditional piyyut. (@springstarfangirl if you want to add your beautiful translation, please feel free!)

5. Down to the River to Pray - Alison Krauss

This is one where I do think the lyrics are a lot closer to being Christian specific, but it makes the list for a couple reasons: first, I've encountered it in Jewish-specific contexts without modification (one of our rabbis actually had us sing it like a regular song during zemirot), and second, there's a modified version by Nefesh Mountain that's quite enjoyable.

6. Whither Thou Goest - traditional

Yes, this one is a hymn too, but the words are directly quoting the Book of Ruth - her famous vows to Naomi, and to the Jewish people - and so it's already practically a Jewish song. It also has a special place of pride for me as a ger, and also because I used it as my wedding song in both the English (as heard in this version) and I also transliterated the Hebrew for our singer to do as well. It works nicely in both languages!

7. Roll the Ol' Chariot - David Coffin

This one I think is a little less direct, but I love it and included it for two reasons: first, it's a song of getting through it and surviving and thriving under tough circumstances, and second, you could very easily put liturgy to this melody instead.

8. For the Autumn Sky - traditional

Ignoring the last verse, this hymn could be very easily adapted into a beautiful Sukkot melody. For the last verse, I'd either simply leave it out, or one could write a Sukkot or Tu Bishvat themed verse to distinguish it. Incidentally, this was one of my favorite hymns growing up.

9. Sanctuary - Shaker melody

The video for this one is obviously mega-Christian, but it's on the list because we actually sing it all the time in shul and it has a special place in my memory from going to camp as a kid. Our shul is definitely not the only one who uses it in a Jewish context, either: this version by Cantor Julia Cadrain is really lovely.

10. Genesis 3:23 - The Mountain Goats

Where are my fellow Mountain Goats fans?? I know you're out there, lol. Look, I know that John Darnielle is coming at this from a Christian perspective, but two things: first of all, TMG has a number of Jewish fans I think at least in part because the lyrics speak deeply to the specific feelings around life (and other people) being horrible to you, surviving, and thriving even in the wake of deep trauma. Second of all, I think this one in particular brings up a number of interesting ideas about the meaning of home, of homecoming, of returning to a home that no longer really exists in the same way, and of exile and redemption. What would it look like to return to Gan Eden? Is this what geulah is supposed to look like, at least in some interpretations? What does it mean if not?

Anyway, this is it for now, but I may add to this list later, because there are definitely a few more! Please also feel free to add your own in the notes!

[content-d3leted]

Undertale is actually the best game of all time. (Prepare yourself for some rambling lol)

Its characters are so unique and loveable, and the plot and the universe its in has so much depth, there's so many easter eggs throughout the game, all the different AUs are so creative, and the soundtrack is AMAZING-the songs are so incredibly intertwined with one another with all the motifs throughout the music, it is just an all-round immaculate franchise, and I adore it.

I can't quite remember how long my interest in it lasted, maybe 2 years? But I first discovered it in September 2019, by watching jacksepticye's playthrough he did in 2015, where I became completely hooked on it! I remember learning all the names of the songs in Undertale's soundtrack by heart in chronological order, and also drawing the characters for hours on end!! Genuinely one of the most enjoyable experiences of my life.

My favourite character is Papyrus (NYEH-HEH-HEH!!), with Mettaton coming in at a close 2nd place. But to be honest, every single one of the characters are brilliant!!

For about 4 years I've been trying to kill Sans (unsuccesfully), but I can almost get past the last stage by now, so thats progress at least..but tbh it was such a horrible feeling to murder everyone else, especially Papyrus, on the genocide route- but it had to be done I suppose.

Undertale means ALOT to me, especially since it helped me get through some super difficult times back when I was in school, due to really bad depression etc. It also helped me make an irl friend too (who is now one of my best friends)! So yeah, undertale truly means the world to me.

And deltarune is just the same, completely incredible!! The battle theme (Rude Buster) is one of the greatest game songs I've ever heard, and I often listen to it on repeat. I had a short second phase of undertale/deltarune a year after my first one, where I became obsessed with Sweet, Cap'n and K_K. They are such good characters aaaaa I love them!!! I can't wait for chapter 3 of deltarune to be released soon!!

But omg the undertale/deltarune soundtracks are so fun to play on instruments (especially piano for me), especially fallen down, home, your best friend, death by glamour...the list goes on lol.

Undertale also introduced me to my first ever gay people so I have Undyne, Alphys and Mettaton to thank for making me realise I was in the LGBT+ community!!

So in conclusion, Undertale is the best game. Yes.

Why are you reading this surely you have better things to do

[syddsatyrn]

Chapter 1⛤Chapter 2 ⛤ Chapter 3 ⛤ Chapter 4 ⛤ Chapter 5 Masterlist

⛤Pairing: - Eddie Munson x FemReader

⛤Warnings: Swearing, drinking smoking, fluff, friends to lovers

⛤Words: 1.6k

⛤Song: "Photograph" By Def Leppard

⛤Summary: Moving away from Hawkins was the biggest mistake of your life. You left your best friends and forgot to stay in touch. Years later, you decide to hit up your good friend Steve. Its time to make a plan and make amends. The one thing you didn't expect was feelings to resurface when you saw your old highschool crush.

⛤Notes: This series is 18+ Minors scram. Special thanks to @hellfiremunsonn for being my sound board and fanfic support. You are an absolute unit! I have returned from the dead with a fluffy fanfic with a Sydd Satyrn twist. Enjoy!

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⛤Chapter One: Phone Call

It had to be the worst day you’ve had in a while. You were late to work and your boss scolded you. The cafe was so busy today, you had to skip lunch and your feet are killing you from all the rushing around and taking orders. You broke a plate in the cafe kitchen and accidentally cut your finger. You tripped trying to get to your car and scraped your knee, everything spilled out of your purse and you had to go through the embarrassing motions of picking everything up in public. Today was a total bust.

When you walked through the front door of your apartment, you breathed a sigh of sweet relief. You were not scheduled for tomorrow so at least you’ll get some time to relax. You notice your mom has already come over and dropped off a few boxes of your old high school stuff. She’s attempting to clean out the garage and says everything must go. It wasn't much but you still had to find the energy to go through it all.

After a much needed shower, you poured yourself a glass of wine and called in some Chinese takeout. It didn’t take long for you to devour half of the food in front of you. A reality show is playing on the television, you lean back and finish your glass of wine. The sun is starting to set, things are finally feeling peaceful.

That's when you notice the reflection on the TV screen. Those dusty old boxes staring at you piqued your curiosity once more. Despite your lack of energy, you really wanted to know what was in those boxes. After getting yourself another glass of wine and a pair of scissors, you grab the first box and set it on the coffee table. You opened the box and to your surprise, it was a bunch of your old Polaroid photos from high school.

You looked through each one, remembering each face like it was yesterday. There’s a photo of Steve and Robinat Starcourt mall. Oh and this one was from Prom when no one asked you out, you went with Nancy Wheeler, one of your close friends. You guys had the best night goofing off and dancing. Each photo was something special you left back in Hawkins.

After senior year, your parents got divorced and your mother ended up with full custody. This meant saying goodbye to Hawkins and hello to Shelbyville. Has it really been that long? Since you saw your friends. At first, you visited and called but life just got in the way. Long hours at work, finishing school, and just surviving in general kind of took over. Maybe a dash of depression thrown in.

You pick up another one, it is a Polaroid of Eddie Munson passed out in your bed. You had such a huge crush on him in high school. He was so hot in a bad-boy kind of way. Eddie was kind of like your best friend though, there were many late movie nights at his trailer, and sleepovers while your parents were out of town.

You chuckled to yourself when you remembered that one time Eddie climbed through your window. Your parents heard something and came to check on you, you had to stuff him in the closet before you got caught. All these memories flood your mind and you start to tear up, feeling a little too nostalgic. You notice the phone number scrawled on the bottom of the Polaroid of Steve and Robin.

You know that number, you're pretty sure it's Steve's house phone number. You had to wonder what that man was up to these days. Is he still obsessed with his car and his hair? Did he finish high school like he wanted? You wondered if he and Nancy ever got back together. You sure miss your old hometown and all the trouble you and your crew got into.

You finish another glass of wine and look through some yearbooks, you giggle at old goofy messages written on the inside covers.

“You better visit or we will kidnap you! Miss you already” -Robin

“Don't change a bit, sweetheart.” -Eddie

“Keep your head up and Don't do anything stupid!” - Steve

“Love you so much! Call me!” -Nancy

You glance at the pile of photos on the coffee table, the Polaroid with the phone number is eating away at your ability to focus. The nostalgia clouded your brain or maybe it was the wine. Would they even want a phone call from you? Have they forgotten all about you? You brushed off all the self sabotaging thoughts and picked up the phone. You had no idea who would pick up but at least you had enough liquid courage to try.

"Hello, Harrington residence." Said the lady on the phone.

"Hey there Mrs. H, it's Y/N."

"Well oh my stars! We haven't seen you in ages! How are you, hun?" She asks politely, she's always been really nice to you.

"I'm good! I'm making good money, everything is rather ordinary in Shelbyville." You try not to sound depressed when you mention the last part.

"Good! And how is your mother? You tell her hello for me okay?"

"She's great! She's lost weight and her new boyfriend is pretty cool. I will tell her you said hello." You weren't one for small talk, but you humored her anyway.

"Oh goodness, I'm sure you're calling for Steve? He got a new apartment just a few months ago. I can give you the number."

"Oh, that would be great! Thank you!" You reply.

Mrs. Harrington gives you the number and you write it down on the back of some junk mail. You say your goodbyes and hang up. After a couple of deep breaths, you dialed the new number.

"Hello?"

"Steve?"

"....Y/N?" He sounds like he just got a phone call from a ghost.

"Yeah, it's me." You said, a little nervous.

"How the hell are you?! I haven't heard from you in what feels like forever." Steve's over excitement made you grin.

"I'm good! My mom brought over some boxes with my high school pictures in them. I was feeling nostalgic so I thought I'd call. How are you?" You ask, a lot of your worries fade away as you keep talking to him.

"I'm doing alright! I got an apartment with Eddie downtown. He does a lot of shows now so he's often out trying to live the rockstar life. I bought an old Camaro and fixed it up so it's all mine. Things are good."

"How is the rest of the gang?" You ask.

"Nancy went to college in Indianapolis, Robin works at the record store now. She lives just down the road. Eddie has been a little reclusive lately but I think overall he is fine." Steve sounded a little bummed about the Nancy part.

"Wow, sounds like you guys are staying busy. I wasn't sure if you'd still–" Steve cuts you off.

"You should totally come visit! You can stay here, and we can invite everyone. It will be like old times. What do you think?"

"I uhm…do you think everyone wants to see me?" You ask, unsure of your place in their lives since it's been so long. You honestly thought they would all be irritated with you.

"Are you kidding?? Dustin and I still talk about you all the time, Robin does too. But you know who I think misses you the most?" He says in a playful tone.

"Who?"

"Eddie." Steve chuckles.

"Why do you say that?"

"He still keeps one of your senior photos in his wallet." He has to be gossiping as usual.

"Still?!" You were genuinely shocked. There's no way, he has to be kidding.

"Yeah, he was pretty bummed when you moved. Poor guy. He was down bad."

"Shut uuuuup. He doesn't like me like that. Haha, we were just close friends." You try to brush off his words as nothing but nonsense. Steve is just implanting ideas in your brain.

"Close friends don't sleep in the same bed together." Steve snorts.

"Whatever Harrington." Your face gets a little red as you remember the many times you shared a bed with the brown haired misfit.

"So will you come stay? For a week?" He asks again, this time a little more desperate.

"Well…I do have some vacation days saved up…" You admit it would be fun. It sounds like they miss you and want to reconnect despite the time and distance.

"YES! This is gonna be so rad!" Steve is stoked.

You make a game plan with Steve, figuring out when would be a good week. You had to give your job enough notice to cover your shifts. Steve offered once again to give you a place to crash and you accepted. The final decision you both made was to keep this a secret from the others. It will be a surprise and everyone will "totally flip out" he says. You agree to stay silent and you say your goodbyes and hang up.

Then it dawned on you. You'll be staying at not just Steve's apartment, it's also Eddie's. You are bound to run into each other. You both are going to need some time to talk. It's no secret you miss him and can't wait to see him, but is he going to feel the same way about you? Does he still have feelings for you? Do You have feelings for him? Does he really still keep a picture of you in his wallet?

[thecoleopterawithana]

Suicide

If when she tries to run away / And he calls her back, she comes / If there's a next time, he's okay / Cause she's under both his thumbs She'll limp along to his side / Singing a song of ruin, I'd / Bet he says nothin' doin' / I'd, I'd call it suicide

This is likely one of the first songs Paul ever wrote. It predates Rock 'n Roll washing up onto the Mersey shores and the tingles that started going up and down Paul's spine. Not yet acquainted with his "confidante", Paul's earliest compositions were done instead on his home piano.

This particular tune seems to have come about around Paul's fourteenth birthday, in mid-1956. It is not known how this song sounded at its genesis: did it already have the lyrics, or was it like the contemporaneous "When I'm Sixty-Four", for which he originally had only the tune?

We hear "Suicide" for the first time in the Get Back sessions, with complete lyrics and John joining in right from the first verse. From Paul's comments on the song, it does seem like he had the lyrics in mind from the get-go:

That was a song I’d had forever, since I was about 16. I had my Dad’s old piano at home, that I used to tinker about on when there was no-one in the house. And my feelings were, then, that if you were ever going to be a songwriter, the height of it all was Sinatra. That would be the greatest stuff that you could do, really a little bit before rock ‘n’ roll, so you were thinking of standards and things. So around that time I wrote “When I’m 64” and this other thing. I thought it would be a bit of a Rat Pack, smoochy, with words like “When she tries to, run away, uh-huh…” Boom! And stabs from the band, you know.

— Paul McCartney, in the McCartney - Archive Collection (2011) liner notes.

I'm curious about the timing because, in usual McCartney fashion, we have quite dark lyrics being camouflaged by a jaunty little tune (à la "Maxwell Silver Hammer", "Another Day", etc.) And they are made even darker if they were written by a fourteen-year-old boy.

When I first heard of this song, I assumed, based on the title, that it'd been written after Mary's death. So I was quite surprised when I saw its origin dated to potentially even earlier than that (although I don't really know what information these estimations are based on).

Regardless of the exact date of origin, this song had been on my mind since I heard it brought up in @anotherkindofmindpod's Fine Tuning: Ep 2 Shoulder to Shoulder. Together with Ep 4 Shells & Barriers and the wonderful analyses that emerged from it, I've been wondering about what influenced teenage Paul to write a song about a woman trying (and failing) to escape an abusive marriage. From @bidisasterhawkeye's contribution to the aforementioned post:

For those unaware, Paul's mother had a quite tragic background. The second of four children, her younger sister Agnes died at age two (cause unknown) when Mary was around eight years old. When Mary was ten, her mother died giving birth to another baby girl (who also died). At that point, Mary's older brother left their home in Liverpool to join the army and Mary's father took Mary and her toddler brother, Bill, back to his home country of Ireland. In Ireland, they apparently lived in extreme poverty as Mary's father tried and failed to become a farmer. Ten year old Mary was apparently not enrolled in school there because she was given the role of homemaker and mother to her baby brother. When Mary was around 13, her father went to Liverpool and acquired a second wife with children of her own, and this new stepmother was apparently "cruel" enough that Mary ran away at age 14 (as did Bill later).

I might have seen it mentioned somewhere around here recently (please let me know if you know where!), but it's curious that Paul wrote about women running away in "Suicide" and "She's Leaving Home", when his own teenage mother went through the same. The latter song seems to apply better to Mary's situation at fourteen. Whose story is Paul telling in "Suicide"?

Maybe it's not that deep, and "Suicide" is indeed only a joke song. Paul certainly seems to want us to believe that:

It was a real early song of mine, and I used to do it as a joke, really. […] So I never did anything with it but around the time of McCartney, I was just goofing around on piano and at the end of one of the takes there was a little bit of tape left, so I just did it and didn’t think to use it because it was Rat Pack, tongue in cheek. But I used that little fragment at the end of one of the tracks, ‘Glasses’.

Haha, good ol' Paul, goofing around with a meaningless little tune called "Suicide" right around the same time stuff like this was happening:

I was going through a bad time, what I suspect was almost a nervous breakdown. I remember lying awake at night shaking, which has not happened to me since. One night I'd been asleep and awoke and I couldn't lift my head off the pillow. My head was down in the pillow, I thought, Jesus, if I don't do this I'll suffocate. I remember hardly having the energy to pull myself up, but with a great struggle I pulled my head up and lay on my back and thought, That was a bit near! I just couldn't do anything. I had so much in me that I couldn't express and it was just very nervy times, very very difficult.

— Paul McCartney, in Barry Miles' Many Years From Now (1997).

I'll leave further ruminations on the emotional implications of "Suicide" to your discretion. Or we can take a page out of Lewisohn's book and simply conclude:

But though the words wanted work (and didn’t get it), ["Suicide"] was a charming little tune, a dance-band piece with a dash of modernity, light, engaging and original … quite exceptional for a first attempt by a boy on the cusp of 14.

[thesinglesjukebox]

CHAPPELL ROAN - "HOT TO GO!"

2-4-6-8, who do we appreciate? You all! This wraps up this month's coverage -- see ya in November!

[7.00]

Alfred Soto: Chappell Roan's The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess is a sparkling collection of moods and passing desires, best when euphoric. The ballads might have been even stronger had she spelled out their choruses. [7]

Dave Moore: Spelling is fun! [3]

Grace Robins-Somerville: It's been too long since we've had a "spell the words out with your arms" song in the zeitgeist, and seeing people do the H-O-T-T-O-G-O dance at weddings has cemented its staying power. It's nice that lesbians have their "YMCA" now.  [8]

Katherine St. Asaph: "Hot to Go!" is a crowd chant-along that shouldn't work at all as one. The template is "YMCA," but the difference and the problem is that "YMCA" is instantly parseable when spelled out, while "H-O-T-T / O-G-O" takes a moment's reassembly. The other highlight line in "baby, don't you like this beat? I made it so you'd sleep with me" is endearingly blunt -- more musicians should be that honest -- but nevertheless cannot honestly be chanted by anyone but Dan Nigro or Chappell Roan. Nevertheless, it cannot be denied that "Hot to Go!" is hugely effective at getting crowds to chant along. [7]

Aaron Bergstrom: Retroactively furious about the idea that one or more of the Village People potentially did or did not endorse Jimmy Carter in the 1980 Presidential election. [7]

Scott Mildenhall: Who or what is a hottogo? The chant falls short of total clarity by going two steps further than succinct, but therein lies the charm. Bursting at the seams of some slightly thin fabric, Chappell Roan carries this so far and fast that she might struggle to find her way back. [7]

Leah Isobel: There are about five perfect hooks on Chappell's debut album. "Baby don't you like this beat?/ I made it so you'd sleep with me" is one of them, precise and funny and melodically flawless. I think that was the moment that sold me on her whole project: the bluntness balanced by craft, the expertise made human by the raw and embarrassing vulnerability of wanting sex, wanting recognition, wanting anything at all. Also, have y'all heard the fanmade Rhythm Heaven edit for this? Banger! [8]

TA Inskeep: Every generation gets a new cheerleading-cheer anthem -- think Toni Basil's "Mickey" or Avril Lavigne's "Girlfriend" -- and here's the latest, with a bit of "Y.M.C.A." thrown in for good measure. It's hard to ignore Roan's joy on this chorus; this is also a rare pop single where its meme-ability actually draws me in (cf. "Call Me Maybe"). How can you not smile when you hear this? [7]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: Of all the guises that Chappell Roan inhabited on her debut album, this always felt like the truest — she sounds like Devo if they slayed, still gawking and midwestern and not quite fitting a perfect archetype of pop stardom but still, nevertheless, a star. The weepy ballads (some of them great) fade away in the face of this, the goofy chant-a-longs and dance instructions wearing one's resistance down on the strength of pure charisma and craft. There are hooks upon hooks here — I think I've had just the synth chord on the prechorus stuck in my head before. [9]

Ian Mathers: I took the number of times I've caught myself humming this song since I first heard the record last year and divided it by a very large number and got this score. I am not currently interested in Discourse beyond that. [10]

Nortey Dowuona: You're trying to take out Chappell Roan the way you took out Amy Winehouse and I don't like it. Not one bit.  Also, the '80s actually kinda sucked -- let's not go back. (This song is great btw.) [8]

Jel Bugle: I know everyone loves Chappell, and I’ve not really bothered to get too excited. I like the Casio keyboard sounds, and spelling out words in songs is always a good trick (see "D I S C O," and I’m sure Olivia has a spelling words out song?). I can see why Sabrina is winning the chart battle here in the UK. I just feel like this song is okay, warm rather than hot -- a sort of personality over the strength of the song. Plus, I’m getting tired of this song constantly being pushed to me by Spotify -- if it happens again the [6] becomes a [5].  [6]

Taylor Alatorre: For all the talk of Chappell Roan hailing the return of “recession pop,” this strikes my ears as more of a grasping imitation of the real than most of what PC Music was accused of putting out. Maybe that’s unavoidable given the generation gap, as well as the decline of the universal pop star – Chappell covers “Bad Romance” on tour, but she doesn’t exude the belief that she can be a legitimate successor to Lady Gaga. She’s ambivalent about the compromises required for mass appeal, even on songs like this one which are structured, at least internally, toward that end. It’s all the external festooning and DIY-style pageantry which redirect the song’s course toward a cozier ideal of attainable imperfection, a glitzy and glammy take on self-sabotage. Which, in the end, is its own kind of earnestness. “HOT TO GO!” is confident enough in its own gangliness to bill itself as a coming-out party where everyone, even the normies, is invited, despite the singer’s doubts about the long-term viability of this promise. [6]

Tim de Reuse: The appeal of "Pink Pony Club" was immediately evident to me on first listen. But this one's a silly Chappell Roan song: The narrative here is buried under catchy turns of phrase and the hokey pokey-ass pre-chorus, leaving us to wring pathos out of a few scant lines in the verses. So, what's the draw? The simple build-and-release drama of a I-IV-I progression? The energy of a jittery, unkempt synthesizer-driven beat? Is the chant of "H-O-T-T-O-G-O" sugary enough to overcome my pop-pessimist cynicism and light up my long-calcified dopamine receptors for once? Eh, kinda. It's well-constructed, but it just isn't aiming all that high. [6]

Will Adams: Silly fun pop that doesn't require much thought -- just do the little dance and enjoy yourself! [6]

[Read, comment and vote on The Singles Jukebox]

[sarah-bear706318]

Chasing Storms and Finding Love. Chapter 4

Series Summary: When Tyler's baby sister joins him and his team for a season she seems to catch the eye of a certain StormPar member much to her brothers dismay... will she listen listen to her big brother or follow her heart?

Chapter Summary: Reader Tyler and the wranglers head to a country bar to celebrate Y/n first chase. Reader and Scott get closer share a dance and maybe a kiss🤭

Pairing: Scott Miller X fem!reader, Tyler Owens x sister!reader

Warnings: Sneaking around, Pissed off Tyler, Love Struck Scott, ALOTS of kissing, A little age gap, Cussing, Drinking, Storms(duh), Falling in love, Slow burn

@nikkicloudie @papichulo120627 @thespillingvoid @turnerintoabutler @lindsayjoy444

A/N: The reader was a sorority sister and I am using the same sorority and the letters as the one from the show Greek that was on years ago, just so I don't accidentally use the letters or name of a real sorority house.

With your first chase now done you sit on the tailgate of your brothers truck looking up at the sky. As the adrenaline wore off your mind was able to really absorb what you just witnessed. Yeah you saw your brothers stream his videos and pictures from inside a tornado hell you have a PhD in Meteorology, seeing it up close was something totally different. It was safe to say you wanted more!

Tyler comes over and slings his arm around you and sits down. "So what'd you think" he ask. You look over to him with a smile and tears forming "It was the most amazing incredible thing I have ever witnessed. Thank you so much TyTy" you say using the nickname you gave him when you were 3.

"Wow haven't heard that name in since you were 12" he laughs and you smack his shoulder. "I'm glad you liked it and I got to share it with my favorite little sister"

"I'm your only little sister jackass" "that's why your my favorite" you just roll your eyes and laugh.

"So I was thinking to celebrate your first chase we can go to this country bar down the street from the hotel...they have karaoke and a mechanical bull" he says knowing you can't say no to that.

"Well hell yeah let's go" you yell as you jump off the truck "but I'm showing first as beautiful as that twister was I feel gross" "that's fine get in the truck" Tyler says opening your door then doing around to get in the drivers seat.

After about an hour drive you, Tyler, Boone and the rest of the crew pull into the parking a lot of the hotel. When Tyler parks you get out you stretch your legs, out of the corner of your eye you see Scott and Javi walking over to the truck and you start to smile.

"So how you fun sweetheart" Scott ask as he gets closer, your heart flutters at the nickname and you smile.

"After Tyler fixed the drill yes it was amazing and so beautiful, it was nothing like I have ever seen before!" you beam

"Yeah we saw the stream that shit was crazy" Javi said

"Yall watched the stream really?" you say looking at Scott feeling a little embarrassed due to your freak out, but also giddy knowing Scott watched. From what you have been told Scott never watches the stream.

"Yeah of course we watched couldn't miss your first chase Dr. Owens" Javi said "Plus Scott wanted to make sure you were ok he about had a heart attack watching" he looks over to Scott and smirks. Scott's eyes go wide and his face turns beat read.

You feel the blood rushing to your cheeks knowing Scott was worried about you "You were worried about me" you say softly with a smile

"Well...you know...driving straight into a tornado...isnt umm safe..." Scott is stumbling over his words but its the cutest thing you have ever seen.

"Thats sweet of you to worry" you say and shift your from one leg to another. "So we are going to this country bar down the street to celebrate my first chase if yall wanna join" You say looking in between the guy. "theres karaoke and a mechanical bull" you say in a sing song voice adding "oh and plenty of jack daniels cant forget the whiskey" you laugh

The guys look at each other and nod before Scott reply's "yeah sounds fun. What time you thinking" "Hold on let me ask Ty" say before turning around calling your brothers name.

Tyler heads you way looking at Scott then to you, "Whats up sis" "I asked Scott and Javi to join us they wanna know what time" You see your brother's eyes narrow at you and the two of you have a silent conversation you can tell he doesn't want Scott to come but he also has never been able to say no to his little sister. "I was thinking around 8 that good, gives my crew time to shower and all"

"Yeah sounds good" Javi says and Scott nods.

"Great well I'm gonna shower get all the grossness off me and get ready I'll see yall in a bit" you say with a smile letting your eyes linger on Scott for a second longer, then you head to your room, looking even more excited about tonight.

After you shower, you do your makeup in a darker smokey eye with a nude lip stick and decide to leave your hair down and just straighten it. After looking at everything you own at least 100 times you finally decide on an orange halter that ties at the waist some cut off short shorts and of course your cowgirl boots and hat. You are from Texas after all!

As youre putting the finishing touches on you hear the door and see your brother come in dressed in his cowboy getup, he got ready ready in Bonne and Dexters room to give you some privacy.

"oh hell no you better change that is so much skin and those shorts are way to short" Tyler says putting his hands on his hips trying to give you the same look yalls dad gives you.

"No this outfit is cute and I showed more skin at the longhorn games in my cheer outfit"

"Year well I didn't like that outfit either"

"You did on my ZBZ sisters" Tyler didnt have an argument and he knew it

"Fine lets go" Tyler rolls his eyes and opens the door as you grab your stuff smirking knowing you won

You get to the bar you head inside to meet everyone. Tyler had told you on the way over that his and Javi's friend Kate was coming in from NYC and her plane just landed so she would also be joining everyone.

After your hellos to the crew you head to the bar for your first drink of the night. You stand there for a few moments before the bartender comes over to get your drink order. "Can I get a double jack and coke with a lime please" The bartenders nods and lets you know he'll be back in a few. You look over to your brother and his crew and see a new girl hugging your brother, that must be Kate shes pretty you think to yourself and by the way your brother is looking at her he thinks so too.

The bartender comes back with your drink "Thats $12 miss" you reach into your pocket to pull out your card when a voice stops you "Put her drinks on my tab tonight and can I bud light in a bottle" you look over and see Scott handing the bartender his card, and oh have mercy does this man look amazing.

He's out of his white StormPar button up and blue slacks and instead wearing a tight black tee shirt with blue jeans. He's still wearing his ball cap but no sunglasses. It takes your brain to catch up to your mouth so you can speak.

"Scott thank you but you don't have to keep paying for my stuff" you say with a laugh

"I know I just wanted to buy a beautiful girl a drink" when he says that you know your blushing hard, so you look away. The bartender comes back with his beer and Scott thanks him and takes a sip and looks over to you.

Before you can say anything else to get your flirt with Scott your brother is by your side slinging his arm around your shoulder "hes such a cock block" you think to yourself. "Y/n this is Kate the friend i was telling you about, Kate this is my little sister "Dr. Y/n Owens" you roll your eyes wgen he calls you by the formal name.

"Just Y/n is fine please its nice to meet you my brother says good things about you" you see your brother blush

The four of you stand at the bar and talk( well you and Kate talk your brother and Scott just stare at each other) and finish your drinks

"Y/n" everyone turns at the sound of your name and sees Javi and Boone heading for the bar "Wanna do a shot with us toast your first chase" Javi ask. "Hell yes I never turn down a shots" you say waving the bartender over. " 6 shots of jack and can I get another jack and coke please" Y/n says, once again trying and failing to pull her card when Scott stops her.

"I told you sweetheart your drinks are on my tab tonight" you smile at the name and you hear your brother go to say something but you elbow him in the stomach then hear Boone choke on his drink laughing.

" I'm not gonna have you pay for everyone" "It doesn't matter its on me" he says and tells the bartender to once again add it to his tab.

The bartender comes back with all 6 shots and your drinks a few minutes later. You all hold up your shot glasses when Boone speaks up

"May all your ups and downs and in's and out's be under the covers bottoms up" you all laugh and do your shots

Another couple drinks later you have a little buzz going and have got more of a nerve to flirt with Scott, even with the daggers keep throwing your way.

"So Y/n T tells us you have a good voice you gonna get up there and sing for us" you here Boone ask from across the table. "I was planning to, I was queen of karaoke at the ZBZ house" "Well sis noone is up there go do your thing" Tyler says Before you can say anything the whole table is begging you to go you roll your eyes and down your drink and head to the stage

You pick your go to song (Heads Carolina, Tails California ) grab the mic, and take a deep breath its been so long but hearing your friends and brother cheering you on makes you smile. You nod your head to the DJ and the song starts

"Baby, what do you say we just get lost

Leave this one horse town like two rebels without a cause

I've got people in Boston, ain't your daddy still in Des Moines

We can pack up tomorrow, tonight let's flip a coin"

As you're signing you look and see Scott smiling from ear to ear. You wonder what he thinks of your singing voice and hoping you dont mess up. You start getting more comfortable on stage and start to add some dancing. As the last part of the song some up you hear your brother yell "Thats my sister" and you smile

"Oh, heads Carolina, tails California

Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer

Up in the mountains, down by the ocean

Where it don't matter, long as we're goin'

Somewhere together, I've got a quarter

Heads Carolina, tails California

Oh California, ooh-ooh, ooh yeah

Carolina

California"

When the song some to an end you make your way over to the table everyone giving you high fives and telling you how good you sound. You make it to your seat over by Scott and see he's smiling.

"You have a really good voice" he says as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a hug and you felt the butterflies go crazy.

"Thank you I guess if storm chasing doesnt work out I can always move to Nashville" you laugh.

All of a sudden the music and you hear the tunes of Dylan Scott "Can't have mine" and Scott holds his hand out to you "Can I have this dance" all you can do is not and he leads you out on the dance floor.

You and Scott dance in comfortable silence for a minute before he speaks up.

"I'm really happy you came to chase with your brother, I really like you Y/n"

"I really like you too Scott" you say before laying your head on his chest.

When the songs ends you and Scott are still dancing lost in your own little world. When you finally pull apart you look over to the table and see everyone looking with smiles on their face, well everyone but you brother who is looking like he wants to throw Scott in the middle of a tornado.

You go back to the table hand in hand with Scott. After another couple rounds everyone at the table starts to break off some going back to the hotel some playing pool and others we wont name names(Boone is trying to get someone to go home with him).

Its after 1 in the morning and you are ready to go the days events catching up to you, but your brother just started a game of 2 on 2 pool with Javi Kate and Lily so Scotts offers to take you back to the hotel. You text your brother to let him and head out to Scotts truck.

He opens the door and helps you in then goes to the drivers side. The hotel is only a few miles down the road so the trip doesn't take long, before you know it you are pulling into the parking lot. Scott parks the truck and runs to your side to help you out. The small gesture makes your heart beat faster.

Scott walks you up the stairs and to your door. You both stands there looking at each other before you break the silence. "Here take my number" Scott smiles and hands over his phone for you to put the number in, then you send yourself a text so you have his.

"I had a great time tonight and thank you for the dance and all my drinks, you're gonna have to let me pay back one day" you smile and laugh

"I'll dance with you anytime sweetheart, as for the drinks you never have to pay me back I'll buy you're drinks anytime" He says with a smile.

You unlock your door and look back at him "Good night Scott" "Good night sweetheart" he says then he leans in and presses his lips you yours.

The kiss is short and sweet and has you seeing stars. You can tell from that one kiss you want it all with this man. You pull away and smile at him as you walk into your room and close the door. You touch your lips wondering if that just really happened...Yes Yes it did.

You take off your make up brush your teeth and get ready for bed. As you are crawling under the covers you hear your phone ding..

🩵ScottyBlueEyes🩵: Good Night beautiful

You text him back put your phone up and turn off the light, and you go to sleep with the biggest smile. This is the start of something beautiful you just know it.