#because graham asked him for another song and he gave him one and he loved it

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

i swear the list keeps getting bigger every time i look at it

[reasonsmandy]

You Make My Heart Beat

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by 2 anon — ¹ omg Person A: You always sing that one line wrong *Person B gets "mad"* Person A: But whatever, yours is better with warren PLEEEASE. ² Hi hope your having a good day/night. Anyway I was really in the mood for something where reader is Billy and grahams little sister and is in a secret relationship with Warren. And when Billy finds out hell breaks loose! If you don’t want to that’s fine :)

✧.* summary — Warren has always been a curious case for you, due to the crush he has on you he would always pick on you when other people were around. But when it was just the two of you he was another Warren, what confused you.

✧.* warnings —Warren and the reader being a little more intimate.

✧.* word count — 4.6k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes —writing a teenage love is so cute aaaaaa. I put these two asks together bc they fit my idea, I hope that's not a problem 🫶🏾 good reading my loves.

In Pittsburgh things were always very simple, you had your routine, you knew everywhere, and so did most people. But that never stopped you from always being curious about other people and wanting to get closer to them, which is why you became so close with your brother Graham's friends.

Eddie was the first to fit in with you, you took your time to become great friends, Chuck was always nice to you, you weren't great friends like Eddie but he never gave you reasons to complain about his presence, as for Warren... He was always a curious case.

When your brothers had the idea of ​​forming a band, well, when Graham had the idea of ​​forming a band after having his heart broken... You were the first to be the most supportive. You knew your brothers and the potential they had in terms of music, they were pure talent for sure, so soon you had become the band's little manager. Helping them to get some gigs around town, talking to event owners about payment, even fliers you put up around town to help them out while they rehearsed in Chuck's garage.

So little by little this had become your official position in the band, you were always there listening to news about their ideas regarding new songs or changes in instruments and passing all these updates to the small fanbase they had in Pittsburgh.

Because of that you loved being there at rehearsals, to be able to speak with propriety about the songs they are rehearsing, about their performance as a band and honestly being the biggest fan of them. And as you were always there at rehearsals your friendship with everyone grew, you had your relationship with each one of them in a special way.

Chuck and you weren't much for talking, but when that happened you liked to talk about the movies you liked in common, he had extremely similar taste to yours when it came to cinematographic works, and therefore the conversations flowed in a nice way.

Well, with Graham and Billy nothing has changed. you grew up in the same house under the same rules, so even though with time you grew up the sibling relationship hadn't changed drastically. You were always closer with Graham, as you two are close in age, you spent more time together since after Billy had grown up and got "too nice" to hang out with his younger sister.

That phase of Billy where he left you in the corner was difficult for you, out of nowhere a person who was always your support didn't want you so close anymore and that messed with you, but over time you learned to deal with it and look for other people who really wanted you around.Even after years where you are now adults, your relationship with your older brother never went back to the way it was before, and not because you had a grudge against him or anything like that... But things just had changed.

Eddie and you didn't let each other go, you were the dynamic duo, just the perfect friendship pair. You both knew that there was nothing romantic between the two of you, much less a feeling that could grow between you, that was out of the question since you considered each other soul brothers. Without much effort, you became best friends and that's how it persists until today.

Warren was a special case, you never knew how to define your relationship with the drummer in an objective and clear way, because your relationship was far from being like that. That doesn't mean it wasn't a good relationship, the perfect definition would be: confusing.

Although he was one of the people you most wanted to be around, you only had that opportunity when they created the band, and at first it was quite difficult to be alone with Warren without any band member to butt in or disrupt the moment. And for some reason, different from the other boys you couldn't start a conversation with Rojas, because you felt embarrassed and shy around him, it was like he bewildered you.

You'd already watched Warren from afar at school, and how could you not have? He's just charming…

"Hey Y/N, today we're having a rehearsal at Chuck's house, do you want to hang out there with us?" Graham screams at the bottom of the stairs, and you can easily hear him in your room.

"I'm coming down! Wait just a minute." You ask, quickly packing your things to accompany him.

The Dunne brothers walked towards Chuck's house, while talking about random things from their day. Graham was the one who talked the most, he was very excited to show Billy all the band's ideas, the older Dunne would just say "hm" or nod between Graham's lines, which genuinely made you uncomfortable. So, you decided to be the one listening to him, asking him to tell more about his ideas and commenting about everything, adding your ideas and congratulating him for his.

Graham Dunne: Y/N is that kind of person who will do anything to make you feel comfortable around her. I swear to you, she would listen to me talk about the most boring things in the world for hours just to see me happy.

You didn't walk far until you arrived at Chuck's house, Eddie and Warren were already there talking until they noticed your presence. As soon as Warren sees you, he playfully rolls his eyes and mumbles

"Oh great, the kid sister is here." Warren says, while fixing his curls.

You give him a confused look, but he avoids eye contact and pretends to focus on adjusting his drum set.

Eddie, on the other hand, walks over to you and greets you with a warm hug.

"Hey there Y/N, good to see you again!" he says with a smile. You chat for a few moments until Billy calls over to start rehearsal.

As you walk past Warren to sit on the chair you always used to sit on practice, he can't resist making another teasing comment.

"Try to keep up, kid" he says with a smirk. "Maybe if you try hard you can understand at least a little bit."

You roll your eyes and shake your head, but can't help but feel a little flustered by his attention. Warren always made this kind of comment since the beginning of the band, was it something commenting on your age or always teasing you about something you like.

Eddie Roundtree: He was clearly trying to get her attention, he didn't leave any gaps, no matter what Y/N said or did he had to comment on something.

Rojas already had feelings for you before you got close, an intense infatuation that made his heart race every time you looked back at him and smiled. He didn't know how to act on this new feeling about you; you'd always been his best friend's sister and nothing more. But when they started the band, and he started seeing you daily at rehearsals, that little crush grew more and more into a passion.

As a defense mechanism, he started to tease you with everything. He felt nervous around you and used teasing as a way to break the ice, hoping to impress you with his humor and wit. He didn't know why he was acting this way, but when he saw your eyes going towards him, it was an inexplicable feeling. Like an idiot teenager, he just wanted the attention of the girl he liked, and if that was what made him get it, he would keep doing it.

That day after rehearsal, you and Warren find yourselves alone in the garage. The rest of the band has gone out to grab food, leaving the two of you behind. You start to pack up your things, but Warren stops you.

"Hey," he says, leaning against his drum kit. "Can we talk for a minute?"

You turn to face him, surprised by the sudden seriousness in his tone.

"Sure, what's up?" You ask, playing with your hands, you were nervous.

"I heard you say you had a rough day at work..." He starts to say and you arch an eyebrow.

"Are you listening to the conversations of others Mr Rojas?" You question in a playful tone, laughing afterward.

"I'm sorry..." He says, laughing sheepishly. "I just wanted to know if you're okay, if I can help with anything…"

You can't contain your smile, this was definitely not something you were expecting from him, you approach the drummer and he avoids looking directly into your eyes, you notice that your presence makes him nervous for some reason and you like that.

"I guess you can just distract me with anything." You smile at him. "How about showing me that beat Billy wouldn't let you put on? I know you were excited about it."

Warren smiles at being close to you and then spins one of the sticks in his fingers to start playing, he involuntarily played the best way he could to impress you that day.

...

Over the years, you had grown accustomed to Warren's teasing and jabs. It was a familiar routine, and you even found yourself missing it when he wasn't around. But there was something different about him when you two were alone. He was more attentive, more thoughtful, and more interested in you as a person. He would ask about your day, your hobbies, and your favorite bands, and he always seemed genuinely invested in your answers.

At first, you didn't think much of it. You assumed that he was just being friendly or maybe trying to make up for his teasing. But as you spent more time together, you started to notice how your heart would flutter when he touches your arm or leaned in close to hear you better. You tried to ignore these feelings, to convince yourself that you were just reading too much into things, but the truth was hard to deny.

…

One day, while you and Warren were hanging out alone in Chuck's backyard, you were sitting on the grass talking about your favorite bands. The sun was shining, and a gentle breeze was blowing, rustling the leaves of the nearby trees. Warren seemed relaxed and happy, tapping his foot to an imaginary beat.

Suddenly, Warren jumped up and ran towards thr garage, calling for you to follow him. You got up and followed him inside, the smell of oil and sweat hitting your nose. To your surprise, there was a drum set set up in the middle of the room, surrounded by guitars and amps. Warren picked up his drumsticks and started playing a beat, motioning for you to join in. You hesitated at first, but then you sat by his side and started to sing along, your voice blending with his in a perfect harmony.

For the next few hours, you played music together, experimenting with different sounds and rhythms. You forgot about time, space, and all the worries that usually plagued you. You felt alive, free, and unburdened, lost in the music and the moment.

As the sun began to set, you stopped playing and sat down on the couch, exhausted but exhilarated. Warren turned to you and smiled, his eyes shining with something you couldn't quite name.

"You know, I always feel like I can be myself when I'm playing music with you." He said, his voice low and husky. "It's like everything else just fades away."

You smiled back at him, feeling a warmth spreading in your chest.

"I feel the same way, Warren." You said, your voice soft and sincere.

You sat there in silence for a few moments, just enjoying each other's company. Your heart was beating fast, and you could feel the tension in the air. You looked into Warren's eyes and saw the same intensity that you were feeling.

He leaned in closer, and you could feel his breath on your face. His hand brushed against yours, sending shivers down your spine. You took a deep breath and opened your mouth to speak, but before you could say anything, Warren stopped you with a kiss.

His lips were soft and warm, and you melted into his embrace. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You could feel his hands on your waist, pulling you tight against his body.

For a few moments, time seemed to stand still. You were lost in the sensation of his lips on yours, the feel of his hands on your body. You knew that this was what you had been longing for, what you had been missing all along.

When Warren finally pulled away, you were left breathless. You looked into his eyes and saw the same longing that you felt. He smiles still looking into your eyes, you lean to kiss him one more time but you are interrupted by Eddie's voice calling for you two from afar.

…

The problem was that Warren didn't act the same way around other people. When your brothers or the rest of the band were around, he would fall back into his old patterns of teasing and joking, and it made you feel insecure. Did he only treat you well when no one else was watching? Did he actually like you, or was he just being nice?

These conflicting emotions weighed heavily on your mind, and you found yourself thinking about Warren more and more often. You started paying closer attention to his body language and the way he looked at you. The more you thought about it, the more you realized that you might have feelings for Warren too.

Despite your doubts, Warren continued to act differently around you when you were alone. He would bring you your favorite snack when he knew you had a long day at work, or surprise you with a new album from your favorite artist. These small gestures made your heart swell with affection, but you couldn't help but wonder why he couldn't be this way in front of others.

…

Today the rehearsal was at the Dunne house, you were in the kitchen with your mother listening to them play in the distance, you were talking about your day at work and about some things in your day. Billy was singing "look me in the eye", your favorite song of theirs, excitedly you get up asking your mother for permission to go see them play one more time.

You make it in time for the chorus to start, you enter the garage already singing, you raise your fist to your face imitating a microphone while singing, Eddie smiles when he notices you, Graham laughs of your "performance", Billy rolls his eyes then smiles (he probably knew you were coming to listen), Camila was filming them and soon turns her camera towards you.

Warren felt butterflies in his stomach when he saw you, you looked so beautiful he just wanted to hold you and kiss you but he couldn't do that. So he holds back his smile when he sees you, trying to ignore your presence he ends up getting the timing of the song wrong. Billy turns to him, clearly annoyed.

"Let's take a coffee break." Billy says, turning off the microphone and taking a seat next to Camila.

"Will you stop right at my favorite?" You say, pretending to be sulking. "Very unfair!"

Warren comes out from behind the drum set, taking a seat on the couch next to Eddie and Graham.

"How come this is your favorite if you always sing that one line wrong?" Warren points out, laughing along with everyone but Camila.

If that comment came any other day you'd laugh along with them, but it struck all of your insecure thoughts about how the drummer really felt about you, you immediately frowned. And he noticed that, immediately he regretted what he said, for the first time you looked upset with him and he hated to see that.

"But… whatever, yours is better anyway." He ended up trying to make you smile, but when he saw that his favorite smile wasn't on your face, his heart sank.

You force a smile so that the atmosphere doesn't get awkward, a silence was established in the place but soon Eddie brings up a subject noticing that you wanted to escape this situation, you smile at him for saving you like that. As the conversation grows you take the opportunity to sneak out of the garage back to your room with frustration in your chest, damn be the moment you fell in love with that drummer.

You were lying in your bed, staring at your bedroom ceiling with your thoughts racing, insecurities slowly eating you up with absurd suggestions as to why Warren behaved like this.

"Hell, why do you have to be so fucking complicated?" You ask the wind, feeling a great deal of frustration with the drummer.

Your thoughts are interrupted by three knocks on the door, you take your gaze to the door that was now ajar, you can see Warren with a worried face. He was afraid of how you were feeling, afraid that he had hurt you anyway.

"What do you want? Have you come to mock me here in my room now?" You were upset, and he didn't blame you for it.

"Can I come in?" You couldn't ignore him even if you wanted to, so you nod. "Look, I'm sorry…"

"I don't understand you, you know?" You sit up to look deep into his eyes. "What do you have with me? One minute you treat me like I'm the most special person in the world and the next you just ignore my existence."

Warren drops his gaze, he was hating himself for making you feel bad anyway.

"I like you Warren, fuck I'm in love with you but you confuse me!" You were holding back some tears, and it made his heart squeeze. "So, I ask you please... Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Warren plucked up the courage to look you in the eyes, he brought his hands up to cup your face caressing your cheeks gently. His touch made you feel butterflies in your stomach, his gaze was so intense it made your heart race.

"I love you so much Y/N..." Rojas confesses, his brown eyes seem to see through you. "I've loved you since I was a stupid teenager and that's why I might have been a jerk to you, I clearly didn't know how to act in the presence of a woman as wonderful as you, I wanted your attention and that was the only way I could get it."

You listened to him attentively, trying to understand his position regarding everything that had happened between the two of you so far.

"Now we're adults, there's no reason for me to act this way I know..." He says, now holding your hands. "But there's a lot at stake here, you know? I don't mean to say that it's not worth risking things for you, in fact there were times when all I wanted was to send my fear of your brother's reaction to hell."

You laughed weakly at the last comment, little by little that weight of insecurities left you as he told how he felt.

"I just wanted to make sure none of this affected you negatively, I didn't want your relationship with your brothers to be damaged by something I did." He confesses, you quickly cut him off to clarify something.

"Everything would be so much easier if you had told me this before, pretty boy." You say taking one of your hands to his hair strands. "I know Billy can be... Intense at times but I would help you work things out."

"I just need to make it clear to you that my heart is yours, and this may sound extremely cliché but I feel that you make my heart beat." You couldn't contain your smile. "Please forgive me for being a big asshole to you, I didn't want to hurt you in any way, my love."

You don't answer, you just kiss him deeply in the intention of solving all the questions between you. He gently pulls you onto his lap, holding you close like he's afraid of losing you every second, you keep kissing him while stroking his hair, his hands caress your skin under your shirt and you sigh with the contact making him smile in the middle of the kiss.

You part your lips from his, a smile spreading across your face as he brushes the hair from your eyes. The way he looks at you makes you feel like you're the only person in the world.

"Is rehearsal done?" you ask, flashing him a mischievous grin.

"I'm not sure," he shrugs, "Camila and Billy took off somewhere, but I wasn't really paying attention. I was too worried about you."

You roll your eyes and laugh, feeling a warmth spreading through your chest. "And what about the others?"

"Eddie, Chuck, and Graham are still in the garage," he whispers, his breath hot against your cheek.

"So that means I have you all to myself?" you say, your smile growing wider and more playful.

You trail your fingers down the front of his shirt before lifting it up and over his head. His eyes follow your every move as you toss the shirt aside. You lean in to kiss him again, your lips soft and warm against his skin. He shivers under your touch, his hands finding their way to your waist and pulling you closer to him.

"I believe so, Hermosa," he murmurs, his voice low and husky as you continue.

You keep kissing his neck, feeling his pulse racing under your lips. The atmosphere between you two is electric, filled with passion and desire that had been building up for far too long.

Warren's hands wander up and down your back, feeling the curves of your body. You can feel his muscles tense and relax with every touch, his breath hot on your skin.

You pull back for a moment, looking into his eyes. They're filled with so much love and adoration that it almost takes your breath away. You can't help but smile, feeling your heart swell with emotion.

"God, I love you," he whispers, pulling you in for another kiss.

Your lips meet again, this time more urgently, as if you're trying to make up for lost time. You run your fingers through his hair, tugging gently, making him moan into your mouth.

It's like nothing else matters in that moment, just the two of you, lost in each other. You feel his hands slip under your shirt, trailing up your back, making you shiver with pleasure.

You finally break the kiss, both of you gasping for breath. Warren leans his forehead against yours, a smile on his lips.

"I never want to let you go," he whispers, and you feel your heart skip a beat.

"I don't want you to." You answer, still out of breath. "Come on Rojas, I'm all yours."

…

In a few weeks the band and Camila were going to move to LA, and your heart ached at the thought of having them away. They were all what kept you happy and losing them all at once was scary.

Warren told you to meet him earlier before rehearsal, so soon you were in the garage waiting for your favorite drummer. You hear a noise and soon you see your boyfriend entering the place, he runs to you hugging you tight.

"My girl!' He says between kisses on your cheek. "I missed you so much princesa."

"Missed you two." You say kissing him.

"Hey kiddo, Mom said Warren is home, did you see him?" Billy walks in coming across Warren kissing his sister. "What the fuck!?"

Billy without thinking approaches you, pushing Warren away from you, losing balance, Rojas falls and you get scared with how quickly everything happened, you quickly get closer to your brother, pulling him away from your boyfriend.

"Hey Billy, it's okay!" You say calling his attention to you.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Billy doesn't lower his voice, he continues his tantrum. "What is on your fucking head Warren! Are you crazy?"

"What's going on here?" Graham enters the place trying to understand the reason for the confusion.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you." Warren feels a shiver down his spine at the older Dunne's words.

"Would anyone care to explain to me what's going on?" Graham looked confused. "Why is Warren on the ground?"

"Warren is fucking Y/N." Billy says, bringing his hands to his face in frustration.

Warren stands, watching you with a concerned look. You say "is everything alright?" in a whisper and he nods in agreement.

"Is that true?" Graham was shocked.

"I'm in love with her." Rojas says, Graham can't help but smile and Billy rolls his eyes.

"You can't be fucking serious." Billy scuffs. "You barely talk to each other."

"Or you just don't pay attention to anything but yourself…" You say and Billy looks at you in disbelief.

As you speak up to your brother, you can see the shock in his face. He never expected you to be so bold and confrontational.

"Excuse me?" Billy says, his eyebrows furrowed in disbelief.

"You heard me," you say, not backing down. "You never bothered to pay attention to me or what's going on in my life. All you care about is yourself and your fucking band."

"I can't believe you're saying this," Billy says, his voice rising.

Billy looks taken aback by your outburst. He opens his mouth to say something, but no words come out. He just stares at you, his face turning red with anger.

"Y/N, I think you should calm down." Warren says, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"No, Warren. I'm tired of him always acting like he's the only one who matters." You say, turning to face Billy. "You didn't even notice that I was happy, that I was in love with someone. All you cared about was yourself."

"Unbelievable!" Billy storms out of the garage, leaving you alone with Graham and Warren.

As you let out a frustrated sigh, Warren notices your unease and takes your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing your knuckles gently. Graham watches the exchange between you two and chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief.

"I can't believe my little sister is dating Warren Rojas." He says, the amusement evident in his tone.

You and Warren laugh along with him, feeling more at ease now.

You lean your head on Warren's shoulder and he kisses the top of your head softly. Graham takes notice of Billy's absence and decides to go check on him.

"I'll see how he's doing." Graham points towards the garage door. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Once Graham leaves, you turn to Warren, still worried about his fall due to Billy's outburst. You reach out and cup his face, showing your affection.

"Are you okay, pretty boy?" You ask him, your concern evident in your voice.

"I'm alright, princesa." He assures you, giving you a small smile. He leans in and plants a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Sorry about that whole scene, seriously." You say, feeling embarrassed by your brother's behavior.

"It's not your fault, Hermosa." Warren says, using the affectionate nickname he has for you. "I'm just happy to be with you. And now I'm going to tell the whole world that you're mine."

You smile and pull him in for an intense kiss, never wanting to let him go.

...

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[frankterranella]

A Letter to my Grandchildren: Don’t Be Afraid to Dream Big Dreams

Recently, my daughter and son-in-law gave me the happy news that later this year I am going to be a grandfather to a new baby girl. I already have three wonderful grandchildren—Bryce (9), Caroline (7) and Giovanni (3) and I can’t wait to add a new female to even out the group. How Giovanni will feel about having a little sister I cannot say. But I think eventually he will love her as we all will.

Last month I turned 70, and looking back at those seven decades of living, I think it’s useful to try to distill what wisdom I have picked up, so that my grandchildren can have the benefit of my experience. As I prepare to welcome a new member of my family, I think the most important advice I can give them is to dream big. Dream far beyond what you might consider the bounds of reality, because your dreams are likely to be the ceiling of your reality. Few of us achieve beyond our dreams, but many of us dream well below what we can achieve. I urge my grandchildren to have outrageous dreams of achievement. The sky’s the limit. Dreams make life better, even if they never come true.

Dreams have always loomed large in our culture. Martin Luther King said “I have a dream” and inspired a nation to embrace civil rights. John Lennon imagined a world with “all the people living life in peace” and sang “You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.” Dreams help us to imagine a better world for ourselves and others. And it is the personal dreams that I want to focus on today.

Several years ago, I saw a Broadway musical production of Pretty Woman that began with a character on Hollywood Boulevard walking up to people on the street and asking each of them “What’s your dream?” The people on this boulevard of broken dreams all seem to have dreams of better lives, but little hope that their dreams will come true. It’s a common state for many of us. Yet our fiction is full of stories about outrageous dreams that do come true.

Shoeless Joe by W.P. Kinsella is all about dreams coming true. In fact, the movie that was made from the book was called Field of Dreams. You probably know the story. A farmer in Iowa turns his cornfield into a baseball field for old-time players who were banned from playing, or who just never got the chance to play. Among those is Shoeless Joe Jackson, a member of the Black Sox team that took money to throw the 1919 World Series. Jackson was banned from baseball in his prime.

Also playing on the “Field of Dreams” is Moonlight Graham, a small-town doctor who got to play just one inning with the Giants before life took him into the medical profession. But the dream that the farmer most wants to make come true is that of his own father, who banged around minor league ball as a catcher for several years, but never got to realize his major league dreams. Getting a chance at last to play with major leaguers, the young catcher asks the farmer, who he does not know is his son, “Is this heaven?” The farmer responds, “No. It’s Iowa.” But for many people, heaven is defined in those terms. It’s the place where dreams come true.

Another film about the power of dreams is Flashdance. It’s the story of a woman who works as a welder but dreams of being a dancer. The movie contains a song that was a hit for Irene Cara. It’s called “What A Feeling.” The song begins with the lines:

First when there’s nothing But a slow glowing dream That your fear seems to hide Deep inside your mind

And of course that is where most dreams reside. Most of us (in the words of a song from Gypsy) “got the dream, yeah, but not the guts.” But the woman welder in Flashdance finally has the guts. The song we hear there says, “Take your passion and make it happen.” And she does. But she spends most of the film getting up the courage to apply to a ballet academy. It’s not until after she is told, “You give up your dream, you die” that she finally takes the plunge. Dreams often require a leap of faith.

How does passion fit into all this? Passion is the fuel that makes dreams come true. Once you’ve found your dream, it is passion that propels you to take the often-hard steps toward fulfillment. And if you have enough passion, the sky’s the limit. You can make your dream come true.

There’s an old song by Oscar Hammerstein and Sigmund Romberg called “When I Grow Too Old to Dream.” That’s actually a very sad thought – that one could be too old to dream. But you’ve probably met people like this – people who have given up on life. You give up your dreams, you die inside. Dreams are always in the future tense and so if you feel you have no future, you can have no dreams. But for those of us who have dreams, it’s a reason to get out of bed in the morning.

To my grandchildren I say in the words of the famous disk jockey and philosopher Casey Kasem: “Keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars.” Whatever your dream is, I hope you never grow too old to take your passion and make it happen.

[danishmuseuminterns]

Communication Intern Emmelie's Favorite Danish Music

Sounds like home....

In an attempt to culture Communications Specialist Amelia a bit about Danish music, she suggested that I make a playlist for the blog – so you, too, can get a bit of a look into some of my favorite Danish songs. Some are new, some are older, but all of them are really good (In my opinion).

I’d say Danish music has a bit of everything, and while we’ve had many great exports (Lukas Graham, Mø, Lars Ulrich), leaning into the Danish language for many genres – from pop to hip hop and to rock and new wave, is something that sounds like home to me, so while I’m an avid listener of many American artists (read: Taylor Swift), some Danish ones will sneak into my playlists too.

I’m very insistent that you can still enjoy music, even if you cannot understand the language, but I have tried to include a little fact or two about each song or artist, just for context, and I swear all off these are mainly non-explicit, so you can sing along with your family!

Here is the link for the playlist on Spotify

Here is the link for the playlist on YouTube

I have added a few more on both, if 12 songs aren’t enough for you!  

Johnny Deluxe & Anna Nordell--- Drømmer jeg?

This one is one of my all-time favorites – and you can sing along with a Swedish friend, too! “Drømmer jeg?” (Am I Dreaming?), from 2004 is a collaboration between the Danish band Johnny Deluxe and Swedish singer Anna Nordell. The song deals with a relationship (or situationship?) between two people on either side of Øresund, between Denmark and Sweden and the I really like how one sings in Danish and one in Swedish

Pauline - Ny og Næ

Pauline is relatively new to me, but this one I really like. “Ny og Næ” (Now and then) has a very catchy chorus and is overall very enjoyable. “You gave me rain when I asked you for shelter”.

Andreas Odbjerg -  Føler Mig Selv 100

Andreas Odbjerg is an artist who have taken over Denmark the last few years. I saw him live at Grøn Koncert in Odense last year – his hometown - and it was such a good experience! This song is about having fun and not caring about what everyone else thinks. It’s so fun and catchy and you definitely want to dance when Andreas is singing “Everyone is watching while I’m dancing by myself”!

Andreas Odbjerg – Hjem fra Fabrikken

I included another one by Andreas Odbjerg, mainly because this song is very sweet and catchy as well. It is about going home from work, excited to see the one you love at home. “Baby, are you missing anything, I’ll bring it to you. It doesn’t matter if it’s heavy or expensive, as long as you’re happy”

Tobias Rahim – Flyvende Faduma

Tobias Rahim is another artist who really exploded in popularity in the last few years. His songs are both deep and pop-heavy, and he definitely has some more explicit songs. This one though, “Flying Faduma”, is very sweet and about young love and friendship. “In a hot air balloon, we’re killing time, when you look at me, I see something new in me”.

Pil – Når Du Går Herfra (Nattely)

Pil is, like Pauline, relatively new to me. This song about heartbreak and dishonesty is not the happiest, but it does tackle the subjects of giving up on another person. I really like it and it has been among my most heard tracks of 2022. “Where do you go when you leave my place? ‘Cuz you’re not going home when you leave my place”

TV2 - De Første Kærester på Månen

This one means a lot to me – when I was young, I lived in Nuuk for about a year, and we would have the TV2 CD in the car, playing and singing this song on our way to and from school. The title directly translates into The First Couple on the Moon, and it deals with growing up, meeting challenges along the way but then overcoming them in the end. “And now we’ve landed here. We have everything we need, and we’re still standing. And no matter what happens on the last day of school, we’ll be the first couple on the moon”.

Minds of 99 – Emil

Minds of 99 has had a very strong position and reputation on the Danish music scene for a long time now. Since 2012, they have made rock and new wave tracks that are timeless and unique. This one, “Emil”, has a sort of nostalgic vibe, that reminds me of summer. The lyrics are quite simple, but I can’t help but listen and whistle whenever the track starts.

Minds of 99 - Hurtige Hænder – Acoustic Version

Another one of my favorites from the band, this acoustic version of their song “Hurtige Hænder” (Quick Hands), is mesmerizing and very good in my opinion. “You are carefree, I love it. I love how you are yourself, I wish I knew you”.

Sys Bjerre – Tabt mit hjerte

This beautiful and kind of sad song is originally by Anne Linnet, but I really adore this cover. The title, “Lost my heart” is, of course, about love and loss.

Benjamin Hav - Spice Up Your Life

I really have no idea why this song is referencing another really good song by the Spice Girls – but that doesn’t take away from how good I think it is. Benjamin Hav’s music is usually a bit more up-beat and he is known for featuring on more party-ish songs, but this one is sort of gloomy in a very interesting way. The music video was also filmed in the area where I grew up, so enjoy the nice images of Southern Jutland! “You think I remember everything you say. The truth is, it's not a lie. I got us a coffee, you got the next one, I said: "I'm all alone at home", You said: "It's funny, that's just life", But you know, maybe we'll meet again.”

Jung – Hun Kommer Tilbage

Jung is another artist I had the pleasure of seeing live last year and this track, “She’s Coming Back”, has definitely been on my summer playlists last year. I have to admit that I’m not always sure what they are singing, but I get the main meanings of their songs.

I hope you liked my little list, and that it gave you a little taste of what Danish music CAN sound like today! There’s a lot more out there, and it’s good!

[banana-pancake5]

Under the cut because it’s quite long :D

What am I doing? I should be asking him about his situation! Here I am making him think about all my problems! He has enough in his plate-

A series of small little taps on his leg made him look down. Angie was tapping his little hand onto Donnie’s leg. Donnie didn’t know why he was doing it but it felt a little grounding and comforting. Lee was still tugging at Donnie’s mask tales but he didn’t stop him. Usually to would be getting on his nerves at this point but he didn’t want to ruin his little twin’s fun.

Then Mike started talking. He started talking about his experience. He reminded Donnie of how his his brothers, even in the future, cared. They took him in as apart of their family immediately.

Donnie stared at Mike, although Mike was busy preparing the graham cracker for the s’more.

He got it. He understood. Donnie was so glad. Nononono that sounded awful. Why was he glad that Mike has had such an awful experience!? No he wasn’t glad that he had the experience. He was glad that he wasn’t the only one. He was glad someone, other than everyone in his new timeline who hid under a crafted facade, understood. He was glad he could talk to someone who, though he may be downplaying his own problems, could relate.

His face became hot under the threat of tears. Why am I so emotional today? Shut up tear ducts I need to think not cry!

The tears were becoming a bit more of a problem. They were now at the corner of his eyes. He didn’t dare blink in the case that they would fall.

When Mike talked about Donnie’s brothers he seemed so sure. He was so sure that they loved him. So sure that they wanted him to be happy.

Drip… Drip…

There come the tears.

Mike didn’t seem to notice. He had finished prepping the graham cracker and was now looking into the fire. He seemed to have wet eyes as well.

Mike moved on from the topic of Donnie’s brothers. Donnie checked on the marshmallow. He brought it away from the fire and closer to his face, it was really just an attempt to hide his face as the tears dripped down. Little El in his lap looked up with grabby hands trying to reach for the Marshmallow. The Marshmallow was practically done but he put it back to the fire as he wiped the tears from his eyes. The marshmallow gave him something to focus on as Mike spoke. It helped give him an easy thing to look at when his eyes suddenly felt like looking at Mike would be the end of the world.

Mike began talking about the small things. Explaining how sometimes it makes all the difference when you focus on the good, however subtle it may be.

Although Donnie couldn’t watch a sunset because the sight of the red sky made him sick, or find any cool rocks because anytime they were outside the resistance they were under the looming threat of Krang, he could listen to his favorite song, he could sing loud during karaoke nights in his older self’s lab, he could pull pranks on Leonardo, he could talk to Casey, he could watch Michelangelo paint on the walls, and so many other small yet meaningful things. There was fun in the apocalypse, it was just difficult to find. But he would find it.

“Don’t get so stuck in the past that you can’t live in the present.”

He didn’t want to live in the present. He hated it. But he had to. It was really really hard to think not think about his brothers every conversation he had with Leonardo and Michelangelo. And it was even harder to not think about the huge gap in the family, the one brother that even in another timeline he can’t have one more moment with, Raph. But he had to move past that. His new present needed him so he would pull through.

Knowing he had to pull through and be strong didn’t help one bit. Even when you know you need to it can still feel impossible. But he could always try.

His face was still hot with the teats that slowly escaped. He wiped them off as soon as he could but it still left a wet trail down his mask.

They both sat there looking into the fire a moment. It reminded Donnie of the resistance. But this fire was more comforting than the raging fires all across the apocalypse. This fire had someone in the other side. Someone who understood Donnie. Someone who shared some of the same trials.

It was strange talking to someone about these things. It was just on the edge of uncomfortable but it stayed there, just in the edge. In every scenario in his head a conversation such as this would tip the bottle, it would suffocate him, he would be screaming for it to end. But not this time. This was comforting, this was nice. He could only hope the same for Mike.

Mike sniffled. Perhaps a tear fell, but Donnie couldn’t see.

“Does that make any sense?” Mike asked after the silence became too loud.

“Yeah…” Donnie’s voice surely revealed he had been crying and if it hadn’t the little sniffle he gave certainly did. he hated it, but he continued, “Thanks, it’s… it’s nice to talk about this stuff. It’s nice to know someone else gets it. And uhm,” why am I so bad at comforting people??? “I’m sure your Donnie wants the same for you… Eh- I mean the happiness. I’m sure he wants you to be happy in whatever situation you’re in.”

Mike sniffed again but didn’t say anything immediately.

Donnie reached over to the graham cracker Mike had prepared. It was sorta sloppy but he couldn’t blame him. He carefully squished the marshmallow between the crackers with expert precision. The s’more was practically sparkling. Truly a perfect s’more.

“Bon appétit!” Donnie proudly lifted the s’more into the air as a show of its magnificence. Then he carefully lowed it to baby El who excitedly received it. Hopefully he would enjoy the s’more.

———

Oh my this got way longer than I expected :>

Thank you!! I’m so happy to hear you and your friend enjoyed the art so much!! I hope you can enjoy this one as well! (Sorry I forgot about mini Dee ;-;)

I hope this is an easy thing to continue off of! Also again I LOVE your writing so much!! You convey emotion really well!!! And because of this whole interaction I really really wanna start watching the 2003 show (I’ve only seen rise and 2012)

Also I would love to see that paragraph about the hug! (Even if you don’t use it in this interaction I’d love to read it if you would like to send it in an ask :D)

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion cabins 11 & 14 yet again!!

“Greetings from Cabin 11, I have come to inform you about how to correctly create a S’more”

Donnie will NOT tolerate any burnt marshmallows

(@tmnt-fandom-faimly-reunion)

From where he was sitting by the fire, three baby turtles in his lap and one only slightly less baby turtle at his side, Mike hummed. "This is no four star Michelin restaurant, but I can certainly take that under advisement," he lied. He took the paper, holding it up to read and squinting at it to pretend like he was committing it all to memory.

Unfortunately, as he did so, it came in range of El's grabby hands.

"Hey!"

It was too late. The paper had gone down the hatch.

"...guess he's hungry?" Mike said. He huffed as a sudden thought struck him. "Hey, I know you've probably got a lot of people to lecture - I mean, uh, coach? - about the perfect s'more making process, but if you wanna stick around for a little bit and take a load off... I'm sure my nephew here would love to try a correctly made s'more, and you seem to be a world renowned s'more chef. He's never had one before and he deserves the best."

Mike was perfectly fine with munching on clumsily half-burnt marshmallows, no chocolate required, but he didn't want that to be El's first s'more and he did not have the patience to sit there and wait for a marshmallow to turn a nice gentle golden brown... he was not opposed to outsourcing, though.

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

[theonewiththefanfics]

Give You Hell (one-shot)

Synopsis: When you’re in a relationship with someone famous while being famous it can be difficult. But not for the Reader and Harry, yet when her past comes knocking, she’ll make sure to know where she stands.

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff, some minor angst, like microscopic 

Warnings: swearing, reference to past abusive relationship, but nothing explicit.

Word count: 3428

100% inspired by ‘All American Rejects’’ ‘Gives You Hell’

Dating someone famous while being famous yourself had pros and cons, much like everything in life. The cons mostly came from the outside, not from the inside. It was the opinions of others, thinking what they said mattered, the scrutiny of the press, hoping one of them would mess up, and they could run some bullshit article just so their numbers could go up, without a second thought of how the people involved felt, and it was some jealous fans who didn’t seem to comprehend the people they admired were actual human beings with feelings and thoughts and emotions and autonomy. But other than that, Y/N’s and Harry’s relationship was just like any other. Save for when their emotions bubbled over, millions of people heard them in songs.        They’d met at the iconic yellow-suit-Harry Brit awards. She’d been right next to Hugh Jackman opening the show, a red glittering bodysuit with a black and gold ring-master jacket, a top hat adorning her head as she dominated the stage. If Harry had been sloshed at that point (much like he was later on, but who was Y/N to say, given how most of the night was a blur for her), he would’ve absolutely started drooling at the sight of her, and he was one of the thousands who stood up, hollering and clapping as she and Hugh ended their performance.

       Much to his dismay though, Y/N wasn’t one of the people assigned to sit by his table, instead, she was a couple of rows behind, whispering something into Billie Eilish’s ear, the two erupting into uncontrollable laughter.        He felt like a creep as he tried to catch every possible glimpse of Y/N, her smile making his heart race. She’d been on his radar for a while, had even thought about asking her to collaborate on a song for ‘Fine Line’, but at the end of the day, it was an album of personal discovery (and when one of his producers told him Y/N was halfway across the world in the middle of Norwegian woods for the next half-year working on her own music, he didn’t want to be a bother). But seeing her then, Harry wondered why he hadn’t reached out on his own, especially after at the after-party Lizzo had dragged Y/N to him and introduced the two.        The following day, pictures of them dancing together, drinks in hands and drunken grins on their faces would sweep the web, sparking millions of rumours, but, at that moment, they didn’t care, nor did they care about what was written because as Harry twirled Y/N under his arm, as much as the connection was there, that night they went their separate ways. Even when they were drunk, they understood that about the other person, and wouldn’t accept anything else, but a sober and coherent ‘yes’.        Sometime midday the next day, Harry reached out to Y/N through a DM on Instagram checking in on how she was doing, which then turned into a six-hour FaceTime call.        “What do you mean you’ve never had a hangover?!”        Y/N laughed at Harry’s almost offended expression. “I mean I’ve never had a hangover. I’ve never thrown up while drunk or after being drunk, my head’s never hurt – nothing. I mean I’m tired, but that’s because I’m still on New York time and got to bed at like five AM.”        “You… are something else.”        She wiggled her eyebrows. “Is that something else something good?”        Y/N didn’t know, but when Harry saw her eyes sparkle, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately knew – she was it. “The best.”        “Well…” she bit her lip. “If I’m the best, would it be too forward of me to ask you out for a coffee?”        What Harry didn’t know was that when she saw him smile as if those were the best news in the world, her heart skipped as well, and she knew he was the one.        “Only if it’s my treat.”        “But I was the one who asked you out.”        “Yes, but you can pay for the second date.”        Holding in her squeals of joy was tough, but she raised her eyebrow, giving Harry a sly smirk. “Already so confident there’ll be a second date?”        Harry scoffed. “And a wedding!”        Seeing Y/N throw back her head as she laughed, made all sorts of butterflies fly through his stomach.        “Okay, Styles. I’ll take your word for it.”        Three months into the relationship, the two were booked to appear on The Graham Norton show together, which was also the first time they’d appear officially as a couple at a work/outing kind of a setting since the rumours started floating, and a picture of Harry kissing Y/N outside of a hotel room had sort of confirmed that.        “So, you two.” Graham pointed between Y/N and Harry with his cards. “Have started to date? Not to say anything Harry, but Y/N… I didn’t think boy-bands were your type.”        That made her lean over in laughter as Harry gave everyone a shocked face, before slumping back and pouting, nudging Y/N with his knee. “That’s not funny.”        “I mean it kind of is.”        “She was twelve when she swore off boy-bands.” Graham nodded, taking a sip of his wine. “Isn’t that what you said last time you were here?”        “Hey, it’s been ten years since I said that!” Y/N laughed. “Cut me some slack. All the people I was crushing on are married anyway… with kids… and could probably be my dads… I have issues, don’t I?”        Everyone exploded into giggles while Harry shook his head, chuckling.        “Love you with all of your issues.” He nudged her shoulder, and she nudged right back, taking a sip of her drink.        “Yeah, give it a couple of months. You’ll regret your words.”        The thing was Y/N was so wrong, and she’d never been happier to be so wrong. Each morning they were together, Harry woke up to her showering him with kisses or vice versa. As private as Harry was, his Instagram stories were now filled with pictures and small videos of them, of Y/N’s face half-covered by a blanket, glasses crooked as she smushed her cheek to his chest and watched a movie, or her eating breakfast while re-watching old Bones and Castle episodes with captions like ‘dunno how she keeps the food down’ and ‘she swears it’s just for research’, while her feed was full of candid Harry photos or her rummaging through his closet and showing everyone his immaculate style, and giving tips how others can recreate it (also she may or may not just use that as a reason to steal his clothes).        Generally, people loved it, and their love for one another. It was refreshing to see them enjoy each other’s company, and not be afraid to do so, especially now, given how it was a couple of days before Y/N ended her tour in New York in Madison Square Garden, to which Harry had specifically flown out for despite being in the middle of filming for ‘The Little Mermaid’. Three AM blinked on the clock, as the two finally drifted off to sleep after five hours of a passionate reunion when her phone dinged, indicating a message had arrived.        “Turn it off,” Harry grumbled into the skin of Y/N’s back. “’S too early.”        She hummed in agreement, furrowing her brows as her palm blindly searched for the offending device, and she squinted her eyes as the light burned her retinas before widening in shock at the message.        Harry felt her body go rigid, and he pressed a kiss to her neck. “Everythin’ alright, lovie?”        “Uh – “ she stuttered, trying to process the words on the screen. “Uh, yeah. Yes, everything’s fine. Just… some last-minute changes for the show. They want something really big for the ending, and some of the propositions are just…”        She could feel a smile stretch across Harry’s mouth. “Extravagant?”        “You could say that, yeah.”        “Sounds like it’s gonna be one hell of a show. Not that the others weren’t.”        Y/N switched the phone off wiping away the message first and then turned to cuddle into Harry’s chest. “It most certainly will.”        For the next two days, she was an anxious ball of mess, as her crew got everything ready, and her and her band rehearsed relentlessly before she asked all of them to gather at the studio to add a song to the setlist.        “It’s gonna be a couple more hours, Hazza,” Y/N murmured into the phone as Harry had called in to check on her. “ ‘M sorry. You don’t have to wait up for me. I know you’re still adjusting to New York time.”        “ ‘S alright,” he slurred, clearly already falling asleep but determined not to. “Can’t sleep without you anyway.”        At those words, Y/N’s heart did that stupid flipping thing it’d been doing ever since Harry entered her life to stay, and a shy grin blossomed on her lips. “You’re exhausted, sweetheart. But I’ll tell you what - if you do go to bed, I’ll be sure to wake you up with a kiss when I get back.”        “You promise?” She could hear the smile on his face.        “Swear it.”        “Alright, lovie. I’ll be waiting to cash in on that kiss.”        “I’ll run to give it to you as soon as I can. G’night.”        “See ya’ in a bit.”        Y/N let out a shudder as she heard the call disconnect. She entered back inside the studio and clapped her hands, drawing the attention of her producers and band members. “Where were we?”

***

       The hour before a show was always nerve-wracking for Y/N. It’s when the adrenaline truly started to rush, when her feet and palms got all tingly, and her ears and cheeks heated up. It was when their warm-up band exploded on stage, and the crowd got pumped up. But the best moment that night by far was right when she was about to run out, Harry had pulled her back by the wrist and kissed the living daylights out of her.        “You’re gonna kill it tonight,” he muttered against her lips, words skimming her mouth and making her smile as bright as the sun. She seemed to do that a lot around him. It’s why he now dedicated Golden to her every time he sang it.        “Thank you. For being here.”        Harry flicked her nose. “Always. Now go. People are waiting.”        When Y/N finally appeared on stage, pretty much glowing as brightly as the stage lights, her fans went wild, and even more so when she jumped, starting off the show. The whole time, her gaze flitted to backstage just to get a glimpse of Harry, and whenever she did, she saw him dancing, singing along, filming her having fun and some clips of himself as well, going absolutely ham to her songs.        As the night was moving towards the end, usually, she’d feel euphoria from giving a great performance, after hearing thousands of people sing her songs in unison, now Y/N felt closer to throwing up and fainting.        “So uh…” She pushed back strands of sweaty hair, hollers of people echoing in her head. “This is a very special show tonight. Umm… this is the first concert my boyfriend’s come t - .” She didn’t even get to finish the sentence before the cheers of the people interrupted her, deafening the girl even with the earplugs.        “But umm… it’s also a special show because two days ago someone reached out to me, and uh… he… well, he was as important of a person once the same way Harry is right now, and he wrote this.”        Y/N went over to where the piano chair was, lifted it and fished out her phone from it, revealing the message that’d been basically haunting her nights and days since receiving it.        “Breaking up with you was the biggest mistake I ever made.” To her own surprise, her voice was steady and sure, unlike her hands which were trembling like leaves in a storm. “I know you look happy and in love, but I know it’s not true. I’ve known you for five years, I know how to see through the mask you put on every day just to make sure others are happy while you yourself suffer an inauthentic life. But you do deserve to be happy. And I’ll be waiting for you if you decide to give us a chance again. I’ll be at your concert in Madison Square.” She looked out into the crowd. “You wrote a song once for me. If you sing it, that’s how I’ll know you feel the same.”        By the time she got to the end, there were no more shouts or screams, but confused murmurs. Y/N let out a shuddering breath, hoping that she could manage to do what she wanted, and everything didn’t fall apart. “The thing is, I’d like for Harry to come on stage, please.”        She could see the fear in his eyes as he jogged to stand next to her, but he disguised it with an overenthusiastic smile as he waved over towards the raging sea of people. He’d seen the message, had seen her reread it more than fifty times by that point, and as sure as he was in their relationship, when someone who held such importance, no matter if good or not, in someone’s life came knocking again, you could never be too sure what would happen. Harry didn’t want to say anything, believing if it was important enough, she’d tell him. Guess that was it.        “So, uh…” Y/N pulled Harry’s arms over her shoulders and grasped onto them, grounding them both. “This is for you.” Y/N looked over into the crowd before glancing over her shoulder, Y/E/C eyes meeting Harry’s wavering green ones. “And you,” she whispered so that only he could hear. “Hope you know I mean everything.”        As the cords started playing, she felt Harry unwarp his arms from where she’d been holding them over her shoulders and a smile erupted on her face.        “I wake up every evening,” Y/N sang, “with a big smile on my face, and it never feels out of place.”        “And you’re still probably workin’,” Harry’s voice joined in, grin as wide as the Cheshire cat’s, as he now had a microphone in hand, the other placing earplugs in his own ears, “at a nine-to-five pace… I wonder how bad that tastes.”        “When you see my face hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell,” the two harmonized, Y/N’s eyes locked onto the masses, imagining the face of her ex-boyfriend who had the audacity to send that message.        “When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell.” Harry was looking at the crowd as well, now fully understanding the message and the person behind it, and although he lived by ‘treat people with kindness’, he couldn’t help but gloat at the fact he got to sing with the love of his life on stage, and basically serenade a break-up song to a person who didn’t know how to appreciate what he’d had.        Y/N cocked her head to the side. “Now, where’s your picket fence, love, and where’s that shiny car? It didn’t ever get you far. You’ve never seemed so tense, love. I’ve never seen you fall so hard. Do you know where you are?” It was hard not to smile, knowing where she was and who she was with. Harry threw an arm over Y/N’s shoulders as she sang, giving a mock sad look, while Harry pouted. “And truth be told, I miss you… And truth be told, I’m lying!”        “When you see my face hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you find a gal that’s worth a damn and treats you well.” Y/N pointed towards where she imagined her ex was standing. “Then she’s the fool, you’re just as well, hope it gives you hell! Hope it gives you hell!” For a split second, the music slowed down, guitar strumming in the air, as Harry pulled Y/N by the palm and towards his chest.        When the next lyrics came out of his mouth, he knew them to be true as he sang them to the man, he’d heard Y/N talk about, to the man who thought everything he’d done to her, every horrible word and deed was justified, to the man who thought breaking someone else down was the only way to bring themselves up. “Now tomorrow you’ll be thinking to yourself, where did it all go wrong, but the list goes on and on.”        “And truth be told, she misses you,” Harry hummed, Y/N letting out a large laugh, holding onto his bicep, as he slightly changed the lyrics. “And truth be told, she’s lying! When you see her face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you walk her way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell!  When you find a gal that’s worth a damn and treats you well.” Harry sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “Then she’s the fool you’re just as well hope it gives you hell.”        “Now you’ll never see,” Y/N took over the song. “What you’ve done to me.” She placed a hand over her heart. “You can take back your memories, they’re no good to me. And here’s all your lies, you can look me in the eyes, with that sad, sad look that you wear so well.” She dragged her finger down her cheek, giving a pout while Harry mimicked her stance before turning the mic to the audience.        “When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell,” the crowd sang back with such vigour, Y/N was sure the whole ground was shaking just from their voices, and the clapping and stomping to the drum rhythm would bring the whole world down. “When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you find a gal that’s worth a damn and treats you well, then she’s the fool you’re just as well, hope it gives you hell!”        The two were jumping around the stage like madmen, adrenaline filling their veins. “When you see my face hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell!” “Hope it gives you hell!” Everyone else repeated.        “When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell!” “Hope it gives you hell!”        “When you sing this song and sing along, well you’ll never tell. Then you’re the fool, I’m just as well, hope it gives you hell!” Y/N grinned once more, placing her hand over her heart, meaning every word – she was just as well. She had amazing friends, a career that’d flourished, and a person who loved her more than words could describe.        “When you hear this song, I hope that it will give you hell!” Harry crooned down the mic, knowing their happiness would, Y/N’s happiness would give him hell. And he enjoyed it, knowing how good her life was.        “You can sing along I hope that it puts you through hell!” Her voice became the only sound as the last word echoed around everyone, her chest heaving up and down from the exertion, from all of the emotions running through her body as well as the overwhelming feeling of not only having Harry watch her perform but to end up performing with him.        When his hands wrapped around her body, it startled her out from the daze, and the popping confetti startled her even more, as the rest of her band joined the two to take their bows, grins on all of their faces while they did so.        “Not the song you thought I’d sing, is it?” Y/N laughed into the mic, Harry’s arms tightening around her waist. “There’s a reason I blocked your number, let alone you from my life. Don’t think I won’t do it again.”        “But I would like to say thank you, to the asshole in question,” Harry said, making Y/N’s forehead scrunched up. “You let go of the best person ever; you had the honour of calling yourself her boyfriend, but instead, you chose to walk away. So, thank you for that. Because now I’ll have that honour and pleasure for the rest of our lives.”        Yeah. It was one hell of a show.

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A/N: I love ‘All American Rejects’ and have been listening to ‘Gives You Hell’ non stop. It’s the best break-up song ever, and you won’t convince me otherwise. 

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[tokyokookmin]

I really loved your explanation regarding vmin it was retable. kanmom51 anon, Im using a little of your ask for @tokyokookmin to explain and narrate a lil about JIMIN shes a JM biased too so I felt that it would be appropriate to ask her.

"Because it’s no secret that JM doesn’t get any praise from the company, the choreographer, and all."

"When it comes to the members it’s a different topic. They hype Jimin up. We have J-Hope constantly praising JM. Jk completely in awe with JM dance. Jin thanking him for helping him rehearse."

"So for me Bighit for some reason doesn’t do anything for JM, no credit in his work, no acknowledgement, nothing."

I felt that every single word that this anon has said is pure truth and this remark deserves much more attention. We all know what's currently going on with JM, the situation is really bad and its getting worse, toxic solo stans are bashing him and they are comparing him to other members from every perspective + even the hate that he's getting bcuz of him "annoying jk" in that memories 2020.

I need you to explain on how a wonderful person JM is. Your impact makes a huge difference on people mindset. tysm keshhh.

Hey there anon!, I deeply understand your emotions. The hate that JM is going through is really bad and I have personally reported those accounts on twt etc. I even took a few snapshots of a tiktok video comment section... I will surely share them some day or another. Well then lets get started! I can't compare J-HOPE TO JM because they are my biases and both of them captivated my eyes, I just can't resist their flawless moves and they make a great dance unit... it would be incomplete without one of them + JK lol.

Most armies would say that JK is the golden maknae or he's the best overall in the team, well y'all took JM for granted, he's capable of doing so many things as well. But before that we need to talk about his dancing skills, I have made one blog about the 3J. Here's the link if you would like to know about their achievements/viral moments https://tokyokookmin.tumblr.com/post/654670945252933632/a-guide-to-the-dance-line..... this blog was mostly just me collecting info's lmao-.

1. DANCE ☝️

Well I found this incredible video from tiktok and I thought that this video would be perfect to describe his contemporary skills. Utmost respect to the creator for creating such a masterpiece!

Jimin Van Fleet Award!

Do we really need to talk about this? We all knew what impact he had given to audience with his remarkable traditional korean fan dance.He is extremely talented, after all he trained in contemporary.

“I received many really big awards today. I sincerely appreciate it, and it was a day when I thought I would like to share it with you with better music and stage in the future. Thank you all for your support. #JIMIN# We have been unclear” #JiminWorldwideLoved 📷📷📷📷

"As emphasized by the ballet dancer, being lifted is not easy, just like in the case of Jimin in the said stage. A strong core, glutes, and chest are vital for the one being lifted." https://youtu.be/3RW91KT3bXw - another review from a japanese dancer.

He is extremely versatile and he can master any sort of genre.He excels in dancing,his moves and fluidity of his body is astonishing they way he moves every tissue in his body to perfectly to complete the cheoreo is just mind blowing, he is truly the embodiment of dancing! Believe me or not, you should pay more attention on his facial expressions... he keeps it graceful. His fingers and angle are on point.

From MAMA 2016 Lie meets Boy meets evil to MMA 2020 black swan 🦢..I wonder what's coming up next.

2. Loving member

Jimin is the member that I connect emotionally to, he's a sentimental person but he just doesn't show it you just have to pay attention on his behaviour and actions. He consoles many of the members and he provides comfort for them. The picture I attached below sets a great example.

1. BTS MAMA 2018... It was a tough year for them. They were close to disbanding, and the members were emotionally drained. My heart sank when I saw hobi breaking down in front of the crowd, you can find tons of fancams but you should take a close look at Jimin. He handled the situation very well and I love the way he gives his subtle touch of love towards the other members.

2. Taehyung grandma death announcement

I don't think that I need to explain the about the situation. Taehyung was really sad and felt guilty as he couldn't mention his grandma name. He broke down and Jimin immediately noticed him and ran towards him and just gave him little pat/huggie.

3. The Final

Even by looking at the picture you can see the comfort. You know that GCF-TOKYO song “there for you’ which implies that Jk means he will be there for jimin but "you gotta be there for me too” which means jimin gotta be there for him too. So yeah, JM just know jungkook well and he comforts Jk pretty well.It was so cute and i wished i was a part of the audience, i would have had a panic attack looking at them being so cute,fluff,intimate ON STAGE . Too bad it’s impossible now .

3.He's a badass [ athletic/ physical ]

Jimin has often talked about his experience in kendo,japanese fencing,Geomdo (검도, 劍道) “Way of the Sword” & hapkido. HAPKIDO: electid korean martial arts .It is a form of self-defense that employs joint locks, grappling, throwing techniques, kicks, punches, and other striking attacks.

https://youtu.be/oUcHghZQxiw - a video you may refer to.

.4.Academic excellence

After Namjoon Jimin has the most remarkable academic achievements in bts. He was one of the top students in junior high and was THE top student in Busan arts high school from ALL the departments. Fun fact Jimin IQ is 128! He was valedictorian too.

"When he was in junior high, he was one of the top students so Jimin's dad thought of enrolling him in a foreign language school. When he decided to go to an arts school, his teachers tried to stop him and were disappointed. He was accepted as the top of his class and attended Busan High School of Arts. He was doing really good. Then he switched to K-pop dancing and decided to be a trainee in Seoul. Teachers also tried to stop him and were disappointed. Park Jimin's life is really something.

36. Our Jimin didn't spend a lot of time preparing for the arts school. He was dancing popping when he decided to go to the arts school. He then learned modern dancing for a little over a year and was accepted at Busan High School of Arts as the top of his class even though he was a dance majorπ TT TT Every member in this group could've been successful at anything. That group is our pride, BTS.

60. Wow! If there's only one dance class, it's really incredible~ It's hard to get a top student from dance department. And it was achieved by a male student and it's Park Jimin TTTT

67. That's what I know too.. I was looking into Busan Arts School before and one class for dance is probably correct. It was mostly music and art classes that I remember. So from Busan Arts School, one out of ten classes and a male student from dance department getting accepted as the top of the class...the percentage is just incredible. I know that the dance class has about 40 students? And male students could be 25:15 or 30:10. Jimin broke through this and became the top.

Namjoon and Jimin really made a huge gamble. They could've went the easier way. Truthfully, if they went their way, they both would have succeeded. But becoming an idol and not knowing what their future will be and BTS not being successful from the beginning must have been really hard for them. But now I'm glad they're successful and they can realize they've made the right choice."

cr @artimitatesjimin

I really respect and idolize him. His personality is unique and its different.He's been through alot. Being kicked from BTS for 8+ times, the members ranking his looks as the last and being called fat and ugly, that's really disturbing. He starved and went on diets just to please the audience and to have a jawline. He works his ass of and he really deserves more. He's obviously cutie,sexy,lovely,sweet guy! He prioritize his career, family and fans before anything. He has absolute heavenly vocals (+crazyyy high notes) and he is the definition of stage presence. PARK JIMIN IS THE STANDARD. Solo toxic fans are definitely going to attack on me but this is the reality.Jimin deserves more and he's such a sweet person. He performs with his whole heart and expresses it wonderfully,he goes all out and each performance comes out from his soul. He loves to perform. I MEAN FOR THE LOOKS, JIMIN IS THE FIRST FOR JUNGKOOK~.

He once even wasn't able to attend THE GRAHAM NORTON SHOW due to his sore muscles.

He went through alot and he deserves the #1 in brand reputation, who doesn't admire his determination?

Each member is unique in their own way. I want no hate or malice on my platform ~

Bits and pieces I collected anon! love ya ~ stay safe.

[honesthammie]

Te amo

I am working on a few of the other prompts and a part 2 to prompt 4 the soulmate au I just recently got another puppy and I still have uni work to do so I'm a bit behind schedule with these and I'm so sorry. Hopefully this little kinda songfic makes up for it.

13th doctor x female reader

Warnings: swearing as usual, fluffy, sad thoughts, twist the original songs meaning, long as fuck.

Probably terrible as its my first songfic

I don't know much Spanish so some of the examples later on are Google translated and I know it can be wrong so I do apologise for any mistranslations

This is based off Rhiannas song Te Amo but I'm switching it up a little. I dont why 13th doctor came into my head when I was listening to it but it gave me this lil oneshot idea so enjoy! The picture is not mine but the rainbow effect added is done by me! Same for the picture later on.

I've been travelling with this amazing alien for a whole year now. The adventures are always amazing if she's there! The others sometimes complain and say its boring, especially on a junk planet but to see her face light up with excitement makes my day and it well worth the dirt we cover ourselves on by the time we are done. And when she finds something that she thought was useful and it turns out, it's not her scrunch is amazing.

Okay, I'll admit it. I'm in love with this alien. I know, weird, a human and an alien together? But I can't help it! I'm completely besotted with her. If she even looks in my direction, my legs go to jelly and I get butterflies. I know, cheesy. But thats exactly how I feel around her. I barely want to touch her because I nearly fainted the last few times. And I fear she may pick up on how I'm distancing myself from her. I don't want to break her heart and leave, the thought of her look kills me as is so I'm trying to get her to kick me off.

It doesn't seem to be working though. I've been distancing myself since I found out about how I feel, which is now 6 months ago and she's trying to get me to be as close as I was with her.

I'll tell her. On one of our amazing adventures but I can't do it straight forward, it's making me sick with anxiety just thinking about it. I'll fancy it up, make her work it out. Whenever we are next to each other and the moment is right, I'll tell her in another language!

I finally get out of bed after I finished writing in my diary. I slip some comfy clothes on and head out to the TARDIS library and hope no one is there, especially her. I'll be distracted and right now, I need to concentrate. I wonder the warm halls, grateful that the TARDIS had considered my preferences. I think the TARDIS likes me more than the others because I talk to her and show her gratefulness for taking us somewhere amazing and I chat to her regularly and I try to involve her in my conversations. The others find it weird, except for the Doctor, she just smiles and joins in with me. Im still learning how to translate her but I think I've sort of got it.

I reach my hand forward and grab the aged bronze doorknob and open to the giant room. There were so many floors that an elevator had to be used to access some of them as the Doctor said "walking would literally take weeks to reach some floors". Thankfully the TARDIS organises them to make them easier to find. I looked forward and saw an interactive map in front of me. My hands touched the screen and many subjects and categories came up. Anything ranging from kiddie tales to straight up smut, I have a feeling either River or Missy are to blame for that addition.

I've never met them but the TARDIS showed me videos from her database and brought books to my attention about them. They both seem very dirty minded people so I'm not surprised those are there. I wonder if the Doctor has ever stumbled upon this section or is it for none Doctor eyes only? If she does know about them, has she ever read one? No, don't go there you stupid brain! She probably doesn't know!

I quickly stop that train of thought and catch my breath. I've never thought about those kinds of things about anyone before. Stupid Timelord, making me go all weird and think dirty things. Now my face is all red, I really hope I'm alone in here. I quickly focus back to the task at hand, finding a new language to learn. The TARDIS seemed to know where to go and blue arrows appeared, guiding me to the right section in what could be a maze.

As I walking, I felt excitement rise within me. What if she felt the same way? What if she was impressed by how far I wanted to go just to say those 3 words? Would her hazel honey eyes sparkle with delight? Would she scronch her nose in amazement?

Before I knew it, I'd arrived at the language learning section and there were many alien languages but the TARDIS seemed to have a better idea of what would be perfect for me as a white hardback book fell off the 4th shelf onto the wooden floor. I picked it up and noticed how smooth the cover was and how old yet unused it looked. The white was a little off, almost a dull cream from ageing which made the gold writing harder to read. The title was simple:

Spanish basics and need to knows.

I did always find Spanish in school fun to learn, more than French or German anyway and I don't wanna stereotype this into a typical French is the language of romance. I never really found it romantic sounding compared to Spanish.

I picked up the book and quickly flicked through to the right page and took a note on my phone as to what the translation was and put the worn book away. I quietly thanked the TARDIS and rushed out of the library and back into my room where I could practice without getting caught.

A few weeks have passed since I picked up the new words and practiced them until I was confident and had the TARDIS' approval that I was saying it right. Today the Doctor wanted to take us to this party in the 18th century and we all decided to dress for the part once we landed.

Yaz was wearing a beautiful black and red ballroom gown, accented with little bows around the bottom and lace cuffs. She had her black hair curled into a ponytail. It was simple and cute, much like her style normally. Graham and Ryan wore similar suits but Graham wore green accents and Ryan wore yellow accents.

I let the TARDIS pick my dress. She picked a black and dark blue ballroom gown with blue roses on the bottom. It had black lace underneath and blue lace as the cuffs. The gown also seemed to glitter slightly in the light making me sparkle very subtly. I put my comfy boots on as you couldn't see my shoes as I walked anyway so why did it matter? With all the running we do, I'm not risking my ankles with heels, thank you very much. I had my (h/c) hair in (fave style). It suited my dress perfectly.

I nearly choked on oxygen when I saw how hot the Doctor looked in her suit. It took me a few moments to realise we match. We both blushed at the realisation. Of course the TARDIS makes us match! No wonder why she was more than eager to help me pick an outfit! Stupid sentient ship, shipping us already!

I quickly cleared my throat and complimented everyone on how amazing they looked but I just couldn't take my eyes off the Doctor for long. She was like a magnet for my eyes. Someone help before she realises!

"Don't we all look brilliant? Perfect for the party! 18th century Yorkshire to be exact! What a great century for you guys. Now then, this party is for Nobles and higher, as per usual in these times. Ryan, I suggest you keep in mind about any racist comments that may come out. But as long as you say your Graham's personal butler, you should be welcomed with little resistance. And Yaz, I want you to be (y/n)'s personal maid. That does mean you'll have to follow your so called "masters" around and do anything they ask unfortunately and Graham, (y/n), please act like the others around you and use them. Unfortunately this is the only way all 5 of us can join the party. You'll be fine as long as you bite your tongues. Now the Noble Edward Collins is the host so be sure to thank him for inviting you, even though you technically weren't. And try not to get too drunk, I know what you humans are like! Now follow me." The Doctor explained. I was going to tell the Doctor today, but I guess, I'll have to wait.

The Doctor opened the doors and we were in a cupboard under some gorgeous marble stairs. As we walked towards the party I noticed some family portraits along the walls. They were a very beautiful looking family. The mother had long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. The father was buff, long brown hair and daring brown eyes. There were two children, a girl and a boy. The girl had long brown hair and sparkling blue eyes, whilst the son had blonde hair and brown eyes. They also had a brown greyhound dog laying by the sons feet. The son must be the host, Edward. He looked not much older than 10 in the last painting but the daughter was no where to be found in the portrait and theu all looked mournful. Is she dead and is that the picture capturing the moment of grief? Why would anyone want that? It's so strange, even for this time period.

The Doctor held me and Yaz close, stopping us in our tracks. My heart was racing at the simple touch. But as soon as the touch was there, it was gone. "I hope its okay with you (y/n) but you're going to have to be married to someone."

My heart stopped for a moment and I nearly choked on air. "What? Why?"

"Because women like yourself would have been married as young as 13 or 14. Now your only choices are me and Graham. You can't choose Ryan as he's supposed to be a butler and you can't choose Yaz as she's your maid. The choice is yours, I just need to know wether or not I should refer to you as my darling wife or not?"

What. The. Fuck.

Why did her even calling me that l, turn me on? Obviously, I'm going to choose her but I'm going to have to perfect my reasoning here.

"As much as I love Graham, it's going to be awkward if I have to kiss him or anything because he's like my grandad! I guess you'll do Timelord. Come on then husband, we don't want to be late to the dancefloor!" I spoke clearly hoping she didn't notice how excited I actually was to have even a hint of a relationship with her. It may be fake but ill take anything when it comes to her.

We arrived at the welcome committee and handed our cards over, aka the psychic paper. We were going as Mr and Mrs (last name). The Doctor was holding my hand this entire time and it's driving me insane. I don't know if she can feel my racing pulse under her fingers but if she can I hope she puts it down to excitement! We walked down the most grandest staircase you would ever lay your eyes on.

First we walked around, greeting everyone as they came up to us or if she dragged me to someone she knew, but not personally. She was cute when she was fangirling over these people. Yaz found it annoying as she just wanted to party but I couldn't help it. The way her eyes shimmer with recognition was more beautiful than any galaxy she could ever take us. Sometimes her eyes flickered with admiration and it did make me have jealousy for just a moment before I remembered, I'm staying with her and they aren't .

As the party moved on we met the host Edward. He looked a lot different than in his paintings. He was around 20 years old now and his blonde hair was below his shoulders. He looked a lot like his father with his muscley build. And he was very charismatic which I did not like as he poured all his charm into the Doctor. Does everyone here know that he's gay or does he see through the Doctors disguise? Either way, it was rubbing me the wrong way. I quickly excused myself with Yaz and walked into the bathroom.

"I did not like him. I do not like this Edward guy. Something about him rubs me completely wrong. He's handsome but something is telling me he knows the Doctor isn't a man."

"I felt the same way. He knows something we don't. Before we go out there again, do you mind if I ask you a question?" Yaz asked. My mind was racing a hundred miles an hour. She knows. The jig is up with Yaz. "How do you feel about her, honestly? One minute you 2 are inseparable, then you distance yourself and now you are a nervous wreck around her! I won't judge but I just want to make sure my theory is correct."

Shit. I guess I really was obvious. Does she know?

"If your theory is about me falling hopelessly in love with the Doctor then you'd be correct. I can't help it. I'm going to tell her how I feel without being completely stupid. I just need a right moment to say it." I spoke with a heavy sigh. Hopefully, Yaz can help create that moment thay I need. She nods her head and opens the door. We walk back to the Doctor and notice Edward has gone to other guests and she was talking to Graham. I looked around and saw Ryan flirting with a pretty lady near the food table. Why am I not surprised?

A few hours had passed and the Doctor seemed bored with standing and talking so I made a plan in my head. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dancefloor as the next song came on. I didn't quite know how to dance properly but I knew the basics if it. She has to lead and I simply follow suit. It took a few moments but I got the hang of it with the Doctors help. Soon we were dancing so gracefully underneath the most beautiful candelabra that lit up her face perfectly.

Her hair swayed to our perfect dance ever so gently. Her eyes sparkled with amusement and her lips were in a permanent smile. She even laughed a couple of times. Then as the music slowed down to a pace that was perfect, I grabbed her waist and looked her. My heart was going crazy and my legs were about to buckle but I had rehearsed my lines. I can do this.

"Hey Doc. Its been an amazing time with you but I can't continue this without being honest with you. But everytime I get close, I back down in fear. So I'm going to let you figure it out. Doctora te amo. Entiendo que si no sientes lo mismo y me iré si quieres. (Doctor i love you. i understand if you don't feel the same way and i'll leave if you want.)" I spoke with as much passion and intention as I could. I looked into her eyes and saw her confused and trying to work out what I said. I would find it cute if my heart was beating right out of my chest. "Well, I've had a great time but I'm fucking knackered. I'm calling it night. I'll be heading to the TARDIS if you need me."

"I'll come with ya. I'm knackered as well and we both need each other to undo the corsets and mine is starting to hurt a little bit. How we used to do this for a full day, everyday, is beyond my understanding. As beautiful as we look, I don't think its worth the pain this will bring in the morning." Yaz spoke with a slight mumble as proof of her mental state and finishing with a yawn. I chuckled at her state and walked back to the TARDIS with a small amount of chat along the way.

She is right though. These corsets really do hurt you after a while, I'm glad I chose not to wear heels or else I'll be fucked for in the morning. I would literally scream. I think the Doctor had the right idea in wearing a suit, no pain. I do feel bad for leaving her but I just need some space after basically admitting everything that's been built up within me for too damn long. Maybe I should tell Yaz how it went and maybe she can help determine if the Doctor is happy or not.

We walked back into the wardrobe room and I helped Yaz out of her corset. She immediately sighed in relief. She finished getting herself into comfy clothes and started to untie my ribbon.

"So did you tell her?"

"Sort of. I basically told her everything but in Spanish. I just hope it doesn't change anything, except in a positive way, of course! If she wants me gone, I've told her that it's fine and I understand. She's very socially awkward and as cute as I find it, it may not help me in this situation. Do you have any clues on how she may react once she figures it out?"

Yaz stopped untying my corset for a moment and placed 1 finger upon her chin in thought. Her eyes were almost shut and seemed almost completely black in the light. After what seemed like forever, she took her finger off her chin and beamed a toothy smile. Her eyes sparkled as she remembered something and seemed to gleam slightly menacingly. A smirk replaced her smile soon after.

"There's a few times she's shown affection towards you. And I mean romantic affection. She always chooses to hold your hand over anyone else's if given the choice. She always steps I'm front of you when an enemy threatens to kill us all or hurt us in anyway. When you go wandering around on your own, she's terrified thats she's lost you forever to an enemy we don't even know of!" Yaz starts explaining carefully as if she's worried on how to word it.

"Those are just friendly affec-"

"I wasn't done. I was warming up." Yaz interrupts me as I was about to go into a self deprecating speech on how I'm just a friend to everyone and never a lover. "She always looks to see your face on adventures because she secretly loves your reactions, bad or good. When the Master revealed himself, she looked straight at you for support on how she should react. When she came back from the Kasavin, she ran straight to you and made sure you were ok first before any of us. When we were in the Tsungra medical ship, the first person she asked for was you! Whilst she was unconscious on board the ship, she kept mumbling your name, over and over again. When she saw how gorgeous you looked today, I thought she'd take you right there on the spot! She fucking loves you (y/n)! You're just so unbelievably blind to it all!"

Yaz was almost red with rage. Did she really do all that, for me? The TARDIS mustve read my mind and seemed to hum positively in reply. If everything Yaz said is true then she'll be so happy about it and maybe we can be a thing! But then again, maybe losing so many in a similar position as me will turn her away. Maybe her soul is awry and she's asking why right now.

Once I had gotten changed I went to sleep almost straight away, I suppose all that dancing and social ques having tired me out more than I thought.

I woke up to a soft knock on my door. I rubbed my (e/c) eyes and told them I'd be a few minutes as I've only just woken up. It wasn't until I finished brushing my (h/c) hair that I remembered what happened yesterday. All the panic rushed within me at once and I nearly threw up. I took several deep breaths and opened the door.

"GRAHAM THANK FUCK ITS YOU!" I almost shouted at him. He looked a little bewildered for a moment before he seemed to remember what brought him here in the first place.

"Hello Love, I'm here because Doc wanted to speak with you privately in the library. She says that the TARDIS will guide you to her location. She seemed a little off after you and Yaz left. Did something happen? Is everything ok?" Graham asked cautiously. He must be so confused.

"Sort of. I'll explain more when I get back but what do you mean by "a little off"?"

"Well she seemed lost in all sense of the word. She kept muttering "Te Amo" all the time. She was all over the place aswell. She got me and Ryan back here not long after you guys. Something about not trusting Ryan to not get alcohol poisoning without her around. She hasn't really left the library since if I'm honest. She's been in there for 12 hours. I only know she wants you because she whattsapped me on my phone. Whatever is going on, please sort it out, she's starting to really worry me. She hasn't been the same since that Master guy came around." Graham spoke clearly, albeit confused. I nodded my head and walked in the opposite direction to him and hoped the TARDIS would take me there quicker than normal. I want to treat this like a plaster, rip it off in one go.

Sooner than I realised, I grabbed the all too familiar door knob of the library. I took a deep breath and walked in. A blue line appeared towards the interactive map. I awakened the console and I saw a black screen with a few words on it. It looked like a message with how it was presented.

Hello (y/n)! Don't walk until you calm. Breath deeply and try not to panic. I promise you, all will work out in the end. I see more than you realise and I know my thief better than anyone whoever stepped foot into my being. I know of her main problem about the situation. If she loves you, drink this. It won't hurt, she'll know what it is.

The TARDIS

I should have been surprised by this new knowledge that she could speak to me, in a way, but I've seen so much and I am so tender hooks so I didn't take much notice of it. I quickly sat down and tried to control my breathing. After about 5 or so minutes, I felt calm enough to finally meet up with her and hear what she has to say.

I followed the blue line carefully until I spotted her in a comfy room. She mustve gotten changed at some point as she was wearing her usual rainbow outfit, minus the jacket. She was sat on a deep purple sofa, legs curled into her body. Her shoes were on the carpeted floor underneath her, seemingly forgotten for the moment. There were many books surrounding us from many cultures and spieces. One wall had a cozy wood burning fireplace crackling within the silence that surrounded us.

Her face was scrunched within deep thought. Her eyes sparkling with an emotion that I couldn't quite put my finger on; hope, sorrow or excitement? Her lips had a small smirk gracing them and her teeth had bitten a small part of it. Her hands were holding a book in a way where I couldn't quite see what it was.

I didn't want to disturb her as she looked so ethereal with the warm glow of the fire highlighting her in the perfect way. Unfortunately, it's plaster time and I wanted this sorted sooner rather than later. I took a deep breath took in the picture for memory.

"Hey, Graham said you wanted to talk to me? Is everything ok?" I asked gently and as softly as I could so she was carefully brought out of her little world. I didn't want to scare her. She raised her eyes from her book for a moment and bookmarked the page she was at with a little TARDIS paperclip. She placed the book on the table at the side of her and patted the seat next to her.

As I sat down my nerves were through the roof. She gave nothing away as she stared at me for a minute, as if assessing something about me.

"Why are you so nervous? Calm down. You are right, It is to do with last night. You left pretty abruptly after basically confessing your feelings to me. I was so confused, not just about what you said but about myself and what I wanted to do about you." The Doctor spoke monotonously. Did she mean get rid of me? "I had to first of all, find out what you said, well done on learning a new language by the way, one even I'm not fluent at. I'm guessing the old girl had something to do with that idea. Not that, you aren't smart enough but you don't know what languages I do or don't know."

The Tardis seemed to chuckled at the accusation and I simply nodded my head. "I wanted to buy myself time and to impress you."

"You impressed me a long time ago Miss (l/n). That is just a cherry on top. After I figured out what you said, no thanks to my old friend here, I went through a lot of thinking. I've not been in many relationships and you know my history regarding the ones I have been in. You know, River and Missy? And I have such a bad past with it ending in nothing but tears for me. I always lose those I care for deeply." She spoke with tears spilling from her gorgeous eyes. I grabbed her face gently and wiped away the stray tears that managed to escape their home.

"That was when you were a man. You're a woman now, everything is so different. Relationships can be heartbreaking. I know what you're main problem is and the TARDIS has a solution to that. I just need you to tell me the truth. How do you feel about me? Do you want me to stay or not?" I stated holding the small shot glassed amount of liquid in my hand. The liquid was golden and sparkled slightly in the light. There were specks of orange and silver within it and it was as hot as a nice cup of (hot drink). Her eyes sparkled with hope and shock. Her lips were smiling wide. And she seemed to giggle at the sight of it. She held it for a moment as if examining it like a rare artefact, maybe it was. Either way, I trust her judgement and if she's happy about it, then so am I. Once she had analysed the drink, she practically leapt into my arms and pushed me down on my back. She smelled of custard creams and the TARDIS which was odd but completely her and I couldn't imagine her smelling any other way.

"That does solve our problem! What she has just given you is the rarest liquid in the universe seeing as only one thing in the entirety of space can produce it. That drink is known as the nectar of the chosen ones. It's rare as the race that used to make them has practically gone extinct. There's only 3 left in the known universe and you're living in one. That drink is the blood of the TARDIS. It grants you immortality if you drink it. It is said to resemble your favourite beverage no matter who you are. However, it only lasts 100 years and you must drink it every century or else your body clock will kick in and you will age and be as mortal as you are now." She speaks with a warning as we sit up holding holds.

"I have no problem with that. I would sacrifice everything if it meant I got to call you mine. Just please tell me and I'll drink it." I told her with adoration in my eyes.

She held me close and planted a soft and gentle kiss to my lips. It was short but it sent more fireworks than you can imagine through my body. I knew I had found her. She grabbed my waist and whispered next to my ear:

"Te Amo"

[natbarzal]

Connor McDavid - Until we’re gray and old

this was requested on my Wattpad and I think this fic turned out quite well so I thought I'd post it here too😊it's a little inspired by the songs 'Say you won't let go' by James Arthur and 'Love someone' by Lukas Graham

just wanna say, I don't know how exactly weddings go, so sorry if something doesn't make sense, and also, I of course know that Edmonton is in Alberta, but since Connor is from Ontario, I thought it they'd get married there :)

warnings: none

word count: 2.2k (my longest one here on Tumblr yay😂)

enjoy! 💜

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Y/n's pov:

I stood in front of the full length mirror, taking deep breaths while staring at the beautiful wedding dress I was wearing. Today was the day I was going to marry the love of my life, and no matter how excited I was to finally become Mrs. McDavid, I was also very nervous. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear the door of the room I was in open and close.

"You look very beautiful sweetie. Like a real princess." I turned around to see my mum admiring the dress with a light smile on her lips.

"Mom, I'm so nervous." I told her, my voice slightly shaky. She looked into my eyes before stepping closer to me and taking my hands into hers.

"That's completely normal, my dear. You should see how nervous I was before I married your father - I wasn't very far from running away." she said, laughing at the memory. I laughed too, feeling just a little more relaxed.

"What made you change your mind?" I asked, looking at her curiously.

"I remembered how much I love your father and that there's absolutely no one in the world that I'd rather spend the rest of my life with. Are you sure you want to spend the rest of your life with Connor?" she asked, looking at me with soft eyes and squeezing my hands.

"Yes." I answered without hesitating for a second. "Yes, I am sure. But that's not what I'm nervous about.. what if- what if I fall while walking down the aisle? Or- or I mess up my vow or I drop the ring while slipping it on Connor's hand? Mom what if-" I rambled anxiously, becoming more and more nervous again but my mum cut me off.

"Alright, no more 'what if's, okay? Everything is going to go well." she said and I nodded, closing my eyes and taking another deep breath. That was when we heard light knocks on the door.

"Yes?" my mom called as we both turned to look at the door.

"It's me. Can I come in?" said my dad from the other side of the door.

"Yeah dad, go ahead."

He opened the door and his jaw dropped the moment he saw me. He closed the door behind himself and just looked at me for a moment, being at a loss of words. I let go of my mum's hands and twirled around before stopping and looking at dad.

"So how do I look?" I asked, a nervous smile present on my lips. He looked up from my dress and into my eyes and I saw that his were already filling with tears.

"Beautiful, my darling." he whispered, coming closer. "I can't believe my little princess is getting married. I remember the day you were born like it was yesterday and now? Where did the time go?" he asked and quickly wiped the tears that slipped out of his eyes.

"Please don't cry dad, or I will cry too." I said.

"Give me one last hug as a Y/l/n?" he asked and opened his arms for me. I smiled before stepping closer to him and wrapping my arms around his neck, his wrapping around my waist. We hugged tightly for a few moments before I pulled away and looked at mom whose eyes were a little watery now as well. I motioned for her to join us and she did. We all hugged for a little while longer before there was another knock on the door.

"Yes?" I called after pulling away from my parents and straightening out the dress. The door opened and my best friend and maid of honour, Celeste, poked her head into the room.

"Are you ready?" she asked me. I looked over at my parents once again before looking back at her and nodding my head yes.

"I'm ready." I said confidently. My mum came over to me and kissed my cheek, smiling at me before exiting the room. Celeste looked at me and gave me excited thumbs up before turning around and walking out as well. I reached up and pulled my veil over my face. My dad came closer to me and offered me his arm to take, which I did and we walked out of the room together just as 'All of Me' started to play.

Leon and Celeste were the first to walk down the aisle, then my mom, then my little cousins as flower girls and then finally my dad and I.

As we were walking, I smiled at some of the people we passed. It was a small wedding really, just our closest family and friends, around 50 people in total. We didn't need nor want a big wedding, being able to celebrate it with the ones that are closest to us is the most important.

Before I even noticed, we were at the end of the aisle and my eyes were met with Connor's blue ones for the first time today. Connor came closer and stretched out his hand. My dad went to place my hand into Connor's, but not before saying "Take care of her for me, son."

"I will. I promise." Connor said and my dad finally handed my hand to Connor, going to sit down in his chair. Connor helped me up to the altar and then we took our spots opposite from each other. Connor reached to throw my veil over my head, revealing my face. 'You look beautiful' I saw him mouth and blushed before he took my hands and we turned our attention to the priest.

"Dear friends and family, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of Y/n Y/l/n and Connor McDavid in marriage. In the years they have been together, their love and understanding of each other has grown and matured, and now they have decided to live their lives together as husband and wife." he said, looking up at the guests.

"Y/n and Connor, remember to treat yourselves and each other with respect, and remind yourselves often of what brought you together. Take responsibility for making the other feel safe, and give the highest priority to the tenderness, gentleness and kindness that your connection deserves. When frustration, difficulty and fear assail your relationship, as they threaten all relationships at some time or another, remember to focus on what is right between you, not just the part that seems wrong. In this way, you can survive the times when clouds drift across the face of the sun in your lives, remembering that, just because you may lose sight of it for a moment, does not mean the sun has gone away. And, if each of you takes responsibility for the quality of your life together, it will be marked by abundance and delight." he recited. Connor and I were looking at each other the whole time and God bless whoever made waterproof mascara, because I felt my eyes slowly but surely filling with tears. God why do I have to be so emotional. Connor's eyes were a little glassy as well.

"Now it's time for your vows. Connor, you shall start." he said and everyone's looked to Connor. He took a deep breath, indicating he was just as nervous as I was before starting to talk.

"Y/n, I love you so much. When I saw you for the first time in that little café in Edmonton 3 years ago, my exact thoughts were 'Wow, that's the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.' You can ask Leon, I told him about you almost immediately." everyone laughed at that a little and looked at Leon who nodded and chuckled at the memory.

"When I came to your table and asked you if I could sit with you and you smiled at me for the first time, I knew I had to get to know you. Then, when you agreed to go out with me, I was over the moon." he said, smiling big at me. I smiled back and carefully wiped the tear that threatened to slip from the corner of my eye.

"Then we went on our first date, and then on many more dates, and every single one was amazing. By the time you agreed to be my girlfriend, I was already madly in love with you. And with every passing second that we spend together, you make me fall for you more and more.

When you agreed to marry me, I felt like the luckiest guy in the whole world. There are days when I wake up and I pinch myself to assure myself that I'm not dreaming when I see you sleeping beside me.

You're perfect for me. You're everything I could ever want in a girl and more and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, trying to make you as happy as you make me. " he finished, looking at me with so much love. I smiled back at him, a wiping away the few tears that slipped down my cheeks before clearing my throat and starting my own vow.

"I love you too Connor. I remember when I came home after you asked me on that date, I was jumping around in excitement for at least 5 minutes, that's how happy I was." I said and everyone laughed a little again.

"When we started going on dates and everything went so well and then when you asked me to be your girlfriend.. I almost couldn't believe it. I never thought I'd have someone this interested in me.

I honestly thought I would never find 'the one' till I found you. You changed my life so much and I'm so grateful for that. You make me the happiest person in the world. Even on the worst days, the ones where everything goes wrong and I just want to give up, you manage to make me smile and thanks to you, I keep going. With you, every single one of my problems goes away. " I said but it was slowly getting harder to keep talking through the tears that were now flowing from my eyes. I saw a few tears slip down Connor's cheeks as well.

"I'm in love with you, more that I thought it would ever be possible for me to be in love with someone. You're my soulmate, my better half, and I want to stay with you until we're gray and old." I finished and and at this point, I think almost everyone here was crying. I reached my hand up to wipe my cheeks before the priest started speaking again.

"Do you, Connor McDavid, choose Y/n Y/l/n to be your partner in life, to support and respect her in her successes and as well her failures, to care for her in sickness and in health, to nurture her, and to grow with her throughout the seasons of your life together?"

"I do." Connor said, looking at me with absolutely no hesitation present in his voice.

"Do you, Y/n Y/l/n, choose Connor McDavid to be your partner in life, to support and respect him in his successes and as well his failures, to care for him in sickness and in health, to nurture him, and to grow with him throughout the seasons of your life together?"

"I do." I answered, looking straight into those beautiful eyes that I fell in love with 3 years ago.

"Now it's time to exchange your rings." the priest said. One of my little cousins, being the ring bearer, ran up to us with the rings on a tray and held them up for us. Connor took mine first and reached for my left hand.

"I give you this ring as a symbol of my love for you. Let it be a reminder that I am always by your side and that I will always be a faithful partner to you." he said as he slipped the golden ring on my finger. I smiled and took the other ring off the tray, taking his left hand into mine.

"I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and faithfulness. As I place it on your finger, I commit my heart and soul to you. I ask you to wear this ring as a reminder of the vows we have spoken today, our wedding day." I said, slipping the ring onto his finger.

"By the power vested in me by the State of Ontario, Canada, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride." before the he could even finish the sentence, Connor had his arms wrapped around my waist and his lips were on mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him with all I had. Everyone started clapping and cheering, but in that moment, everything Connor and I were able to focus on was each other.

Everything was perfect.

I wanna live with you

Even when we're ghosts

'Cause you were always there for me

When I needed you the most

I'm gonna love you 'till

My lungs give out

I promise 'til death we part

Like in our vows

[taetaespeaches]

“Are you slowly trying to steal my entire wardrobe?”

jungkook x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.5K

a/n: Honestly, this was supposed to just be them doing laundry together all cute and shit and then I don’t know what happens when I start writing but it never ends up where I initially plan and now here we are, 1.5K words in, and they haven’t done a single bit of laundry. Regardless, I kind of like where this ended up and I hope you all enjoy! Thanks for reading :))

p.s. I’m dedicating this to my lovely pal @babeejeon​ because she just finished her exams (yay!) and now has some time to enjoy some fluffy Kookie xo

STEPPING into your apartment, the sound of your boyfriend singing his group’s new song met your ears, your lips curving up into a soft smile. Kicking your shoes off and dropping your bag, you listened to his soothing voice as you made your way to the kitchen.

With his falsetto resounding through your apartment, you dug out a box of Teddy Grahams from the cupboard as you thought about how you could get used to coming home to him singing every day.

With your hand shoved in the box, you walked toward your boyfriend where he was standing next to the washer and dryer as he separated both yours and his laundry into piles.

“The ‘ON’ bridge truly is a blessing to us all,” you complimented with a grin, your wide-eyed boyfriend cutting his singing off in surprise as he registered the comment. His lips formed into a shy smile as he shook his head, a cute giggle slipping out. “You started laundry date night without me,” you pouted.

Before answering, his eyes fell to the box of cookies triggering him to hold out his hand with his palm up, silently asking for some. “Don’t pout, I just barely started,” he told you as you placed a few cookies in his hand. His other hand came to grip your wrist, tugging you toward him.

He popped the snacks in his mouth before wrapping his arms around the back of your neck, bending down to bump his nose against your cheek. Still chewing the treats, he kissed the corner of your mouth before leaning back just enough to look at you.  

“How was work?” He asked, swallowing the cookies before resting his forehead against your own.

Your hand that wasn’t holding the box gripped onto his slim waist. “It was fine.” You tickled his side a bit causing Jungkook’s face to form into a stunning smile as a boyish giggle slipped out of his lips. Pushing your mouth to his, you shared a smiley kiss. “How was work for you? You’re done early,” you asked against his mouth, Jungkook pecking your lips once more before pulling away from you and focusing back on the laundry.  

“Yeah, they were gonna have us run through the choreography a few more times but the hyungs convinced them to let us go home and rest,” he told you.  “But it was good, just kind of a tiring day.”

Nodding, you began helping him sort the laundry as he told you about work. Reaching into your dirty clothes hamper, you noticed the hoodie you definitely stole from your boyfriend about a month ago. Swiping it quickly, you tried to hide it behind you but Jungkook took notice and flashed you a suspicious look.

“What are you doing?” He gave you a small smile. “The darks are over here,” he told you as he reached behind you and grabbed the hoodie out of your hands. “We’re gonna have to do two loads of darks this time I—" Jungkook cut himself off with a gasp as he realized what he had just taken from you.

Tilting his head, he shot you a questioning look with his eyebrows raised. When he pushed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, you shrugged, holding back a laugh.

“I’ve been looking for this for three weeks.” Jungkook shot you a feigned glare as you smirked. Biting back a smile of his own, Jungkook looked inside your hamper only to spot one of his oversized t-shirts. “What the hell, baby?” He asked as he pulled it out, holding both items of clothing as he prepared to interrogate you.

At his feigned outrage, you couldn’t help but laugh as you leaned against the dryer watching him as he pulled out yet another one of his t-shirts. “Are you slowly trying to steal my entire wardrobe?”

“Your clothes are comfy,” you pouted your bottom lip, Jungkook smiling in response.

“I know they are,” he cutely complained. “They’re my clothes.”

“Hey, I was gonna return them,” you informed him.

“Is that so?” He smirked, amused by the conversation.

“Eventually,” you grinned, earning a giggle from your boyfriend. “I really was planning on returning them but I kept forgetting them when I’d come over and then they’d still be here so I’d wear them again, and it’s just been a vicious cycle of wearing and washing and forgetting to return and then wearing them again because they’re so comfy and I can’t resist,” you ranted on, Jungkook cackling at your explanation.

He pulled out yet another one of his hoodies and started laughing harder.

“They smell like you,” you explained cutely, trying to speak through both of your laugher.

“That’s not fair,” he whined through his giggles. “You can’t be cute about it.”

“If we lived together this wouldn’t even be an issue,” you interjected, not even thinking about the words before you spoke them.

“Wait, what?” He asked, wide eyed as his laughter cut off rather quickly.

“Don’t blame me, blame the living arrangement,” you raised your arms up in innocence, Jungkook’s lips curving up just slightly.

“Is this your way of telling me you want to live together?”

“Wait, what?” You mimicked his earlier surprise, the weight of your words finally setting in. Jungkook stared at you, his eyes wide as he chewed on his bottom lip. Of course you had thought about living with Jungkook before, but you both had never really discussed it. You already constantly stayed over at each other’s places, so moving in together didn’t seem to be a huge issue. Maybe it was coming home to him singing that moved these thoughts to the forefront of your mind, but in that moment, you absolutely wanted to live with him. “Maybe?”

“Maybe?” He questioned.

“I mean, I was just saying that it would be easy to share clothes in a shared living space, but—”

“Have you thought about living together before?” He cut you off, his hands ringing his t-shirt in his hands, a sign that he was slightly nervous.  

“Of course,” you admitted simply.  

“Let’s move in together.” He spoke the suggestion with a giddy grin, and you couldn’t help but smile and let out a single breathy laugh in response.

“What?” You asked, your smile widening.

“Yeah. Wanna?” He looked utterly adorable, the corners of his eyes crinkled from smiling so big.

“Really?” You asked, showing your surprise by the turn of events. Jungkook giggled at that, nodding as he stepped a bit closer to you, reaching out for your hand. “Is it really this easy?” You giggled, allowing Jungkook to intertwine his fingers with yours.

“I don’t know, I’ve only ever lived with the members since I left home,” he smiled shyly. God, he’s cute.

“God, you’re cute,” you told him, Jungkook giggling in response. “Shouldn’t this whole thing be more dramatic or something? Like, this is a big step,” you chuckled, Jungkook bringing your hand to his lips, his breathy giggles tickling your fingers as he placed a kiss to your thumb.

“Do you want more build up?” He smiled, you smirking at his expression.

“What do you have in mind, Jeon?”

Jungkook immediately dropped to his knees, taking the box of Teddy Grahams from your hand and setting it on the floor next to him before wrapping his hands around both of yours. He looked up at you and started begging, “please move in with me, please move in with me,” his voice feigning desperation.  

“Oh my god, you’re so lame,” you laughed, moving your hand to his head, threading your fingers into his hair as Jungkook’s begging dissipated into laughter.

“What’s your answer?” He asked, suddenly shy again as he stared up at you, his eyes sparkling.

“Ok,” you whispered.

“Ok?” He asked excitedly.

Nodding, you smiled. “Let’s move in together.”

Jungkook quickly stood up and scooped you up by the backs of your thighs, easily setting you on top of the dryer, you squealing in surprise. Taking your face between his hands, he kissed you hard as your hands settled on his slim waist.

“How do we even do this?” You mumbled into the kiss, Jungkook shrugging in response.

He pulled away a bit, nudging his nose against yours. “I guess we have to start apartment hunting.”

You caught his lips again in a lingering kiss, Jungkook chasing after you as you pulled away, your hands on his waist squeezing to hold him in place.

“Have you been thinking about living together for a while or is this just your easy solution to get me to stop stealing your clothes?” You asked with a grin, Jungkook giggling against your lips as he kissed you again.

“Definitely just trying to save my clothes from your stealing ways,” he whispered before placing a kiss to your jaw.

“I thought so,” you whispered back as his lips trailed down your neck. His hands found your hips, pulling you to the edge of the dryer so he could press his body flush against yours.

“Living with you is just a plus,” he smiled beautifully. “But the hoodies are definitely the priority here, don’t get it twisted.”

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me before I change my mind,” you smiled, Jungkook laughing as his mouth met yours once again in a toothy giggly mess of a kiss.  

[iamdunn]

Miraculous Flash Forward part 7: The Reunion

A Miraculous Fan-Fic

Written By

AJ Dunn

The festivities were meant to begin around noon and carry on late into the night. Finishing up with the Super Hero team’s arrival and hanging out. Adrien dressed quickly, hoping that his outfit, while casual, wasn't too casual for Felix’s liking. He was wearing blue jeans, a long-sleeve black shirt, and a light blue short sleeve, button-down hooded shirt. The hood was his new trademark style and he couldn’t go without it. Although he hoped it wasn’t going to be too hot for the long sleeves. He had a few bruises fro m sparring in his father’s atrium and broke a few of his prized statuettes. It was a good way to alleviate some of the frustration, hurt, and anger he had allowed to steep in him all these years. The world didn’t need to see that side of Adrien.

He made his way downstairs to his coup and pulled it out of the garage. His phone rang through to the car stereo as Adrien clicked a button to answer it. 

“There is a tent set up at the back of the Place De Vosges park behind the stage, meet me there,” Felix ordered. “I’ll announce you at exactly 12 noon.” 

“On my way,” Adrien said. It only took a few minutes to drive there, and he had a good 30 minutes, in case of traffic. Adrien parked the car by the curb next to the tent Felix had mentioned then rushed inside hoping no one saw him. He sat down at a chair set up for him and waited. It reminded him of his modeling days and wondered if Felix had hired a make-up crew and expected him to wear a custom Graham De Vanily line outfit. No such thing happened. He sat alone for a while until his cousin joined him. 

“You look nervous,” Felix said.

“I just haven’t been in the public eye in so long, I don’t remember how to act.” Adrien stared at his hands as he leaned his elbows on his knees.

“The boy who spent most of his life as the model, sunshine boy, and face of his father’s fashion company?” Felix snorted a laugh. “It's muscle memory Adrien, just like your… your kung fu.” he gestured with his hands toward Adrien. 

“But that’s not me anymore, and I don’t want to present as someone I’m not.” Adrien scoffed. “That’s the same as lying,” he emphasized. 

“I guess…” Felix thought for a moment. “Just be yourself.” he narrowed his eyes. “But let’s not start throwing kicks or punches while on stage save that for the drunken after-party.” Adrien laughed. 

“Only if you join me with some kicks and punches of your own.” 

“I’ll think about it.” they both laughed. “It’s time.” Felix stood up as he heard the emcee Nino introducing him. He slipped through the opening opposite the street and entered the stage. Adrien could hear the crowd clap for him.

“Thank you thank you,” Felix said as the crowd quieted.

“These past 5 years have been a time of healing for all of us.” Felix started. Adrien’s emotions already welling up in his as he tried to swallow it back. He decided to practice his breathing techniques while he waited for his cue.

“Some of us.” Felix paused. “Affected on a more personal level. The family of the man who wrought years of torture on all of us without anyone knowing who he was. We, the Graham De Vanily and the Agreste family felt the final blow of Hawk Moths’ actions just as much as the rest of you and because of that. We have had to work extra hard to ensure our place in YOUR lives would not be clouded by the actions of one man. We do NOT condone his actions, we do NOT acknowledge him. We DO, however, ask that you forgive us our ignorance in his actions, and accept us as one of your.” the crowd cheered as Felix went silent for a moment. “And when I say we. I am referring to myself and…” Adrien stood at the opening waiting for his introduction. “Adrien.” He stepped out of the tent hearing even the quietest whisper die out. “Now, let our Sunshine boy say a few words, then let us celebrate once again.” He stepped away from the mic as Adrien glanced nervously at Nino. Nino gave him a supporting nod as he stepped up to the mic. 

“I… I can’t tell you all, how sorry I am for what my father did to you all, but…” He felt a hand rest on his shoulder. He looked up and found Luka smiling at him. The wrecking ball in his stomach settled down as he turned back to the crow. “I had a lot to process but that doesn’t excuse my actions in leaving you all without a word all these years and I hope you can find it in your heart to…” he searched the audience until he found her face in the back. A look of shock and bewilderment as if she had forgotten to breathe. “I am sorry.” His words were meant mostly for her. He stepped back from the microphone looking for a clear path to her. As if the audience saw what he was thinking they cleared the way all turning their eyes on Marinette. Adrien ran across the stage leaping from it. Landing softly on the grass he walked up to Marinette hoping his actions didn’t scare too her bad as he approached her. 

Her face froze in shock as he reached her. Bright pink tinting flushed over her cheeks as her mouth gaped open. He rested both hands on her shoulders as he looked down at her. She didn’t move so he pulled her into a hug. Finally, her arms came up around his waist and she pressed herself into the hug. She began to tremble in his arms. 

“Can we have a minute alone?” he whispered into her ear. He felt her nod so he releases one arm from her and used the other to pull her along to the farthest side of the park. They found a bench and took a seat in the shade. He watched her as her eyes focused on the ground.

“I am sorry, for the things I left unsaid.” his voice quivered as he fought back the tears. She was crying and he knew he would be too if he didn’t focus his breathing. “I can’t expect you to forgive me…”

“But I do.” her eyes shot up to his. The moistened eyes and cheeks made him choke. He never wanted to see her cry. “I know why you left, I know it must have been hard for you to face us, to face me.” Adrien reached his hands up cupping her face on both sides as he ran his thumb over her cheeks wiping away the fresh tears. 

“About that too, but I meant…” he could feel his cheeks warm up as he remembered her words that day, how she had told him it was okay if he didn’t feel the same, but that she loved him. “I should have told you back then. But I...I do feel the same.” Her tears seemed to stop suddenly as she looked up at him in surprise. “It has always been you.” 

“But you said…” She choked. “There was a girl that you loved.” Adrien smiled. 

“How many times did you deny to my face that you had feelings for me?” Adrien released her face and folded his hands together looking at the sky. “Even you can’t deny how easy it is to love Ladybug,” he said. 

“Ladybug?” she giggled 

“Are you laughing at me now?” Adrien smiled at her. 

“It’s just. Well, you should ask her when you see her tonight.” Adrien froze for a minute. He couldn’t be Adrien while he was Cat Noir, and Marinette didn’t know that about him. 

“I won’t be staying for that part.” he frowned. “I have to return home, I have, responsibilities.” 

“Home?” Her face dropped to the ground again as her arm came up around her chest to hug herself. 

“I have another confession for you.” He said taking her chin in his hand tipping her face to meet his again. “I live in Shanghai, where I teach Kung Fu to kids and learn how to cook from the World’s Greatest Sifu.” 

“Uncle Cheng?” Marinette’s eyes widened. 

“And I stock my closet with Marinette designs.” her face lit up at the mention of her brand. “Thank you for the bonus Cat Noir Onesie.” A realization came across her face.

“That was you.” she punched him in the shoulder then pulled her hand back quickly. “OUCH!: Adrien laughed at her. “Wait, what about the week I spent there with my parents?”

“I saw you from across the street, when you went to the museum, and when I stopped by the restaurant.” He sighed, he didn’t want to get Cheng Sifu in trouble. “Don’t be mad at him. It was I who couldn’t face you.”

“So, you have been in Shanghai this whole time?” She looked confused taking his hand in hers.

“Well, the last three years.”

“But we have been searching for you everywhere.” Marinette scowled. “Don’t you think I would have checked there first?”

“Oh, uh, about that.” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I uh, I changed my name from Agreste to Graham De Vanily, because…”

“That part you don’t have to explain.” she sighed. “When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow.” 

“Then why can’t you be here for the Hero Celebration?”

“There is… something I have to do. I might come back afterward if you want me to.” Marinette smiled. 

“Alright stop hogging the Sunshine boy,” Alya said, grabbing them both by the arms and dragging them back to the group. 

“What about the wedding,” Marinette asked as they walked back. “Your best friend is getting married. He needs you to be his best man.” 

“I thought it was you getting married. Besides I don’t even have a tux.” he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly hoping she hadn’t heard the first part. 

“Oh, I already took care of the tux, just in case. I did a favor for Felix in exchange for your measurements. He tried to act like he didn’t know, but I knew better.'' The group was dancing to Kitty Section. Adrien began to move as he stood in front of Marinette. “Who would I be getting married to anyway?” Adrien froze for a moment

“Luka?” Adrien tried to sound casual about it. But Marinette began to laugh as she danced with him.

“He and Zoe got married a few years ago, they have twins now.” Adrien was surprised but also happy for his good friend. He glanced up to the stage watching him strum on his guitar. “He focus’ more attention on making stringed instruments, but they have a record deal and they play venues like this.” Juleka strumbed on her guitar as Rose sung and Ivan played the drums. Adrien marveled for a minute when he realized the old keyboard was set up with no one playing it. The song came to an end and as if he could hear his thoughts.

“Adrien, care to join us for old times sake?” Luka asked through the microphone. He could feel his face light up as everyone turned to him cheering. Adrien climbed up on the stage and took his spot at the keyboard. A microphone was sitting in front of it. 

“Forgive me… It’s been a long time since I played.” Adrien said shyly

“Take your time, brother, we haven’t played this one since you left, so it'll be a refresher for all of us.” Luka smiled at him. Adrien beamed at the reference to family he hadn’t heard in forever. Rose's voice hasn't changed much, it was still squeaky and meek but when she began to sing, she became a total rocker. Adrien never really understood the song about Unicorns, but it did have a feel good beat and always made everyone cheer. They played out the song as if it had been yesterday. 

“Thank you Adrien.” Rose hugged him before he left the stage to rejoin Marinette, Juleka grabbed him after Rose then Ivan and Luka. 

“Welcome home.” Adrien blushed hoping his feelings didn’t expose him too much. On his way back to Marinette, his whole class took a minute to welcome him home, grab him into a hug, high five or some other friendly gesture. Marinette waited for him where he had left her. 

“We’re going to slow it down now and give Kitty Section a Brake.” Nino said over the mic. A melodic piano tune began to play and Adrien knew it well, it was their song. The song he and Marinette had danced to every time they danced. It slipped his hands around her waist as she lifted hers over his shoulders and he pulled her tight against his chest. He had to stoop forward now that he was so much taller than her. He tightened his grip on her and slowly lifted her off the ground. He was so deeply entranced by her as her arms tightened around his neck. Her face now buried in his neck. 

“I just remembered how you loved dancing with your feet off the ground.” He could hear her chuckle a little at the reference to their New York trip. She lifted her head up from his neck as he felt her lips press against his cheek, then tucked back against his neck. As the song ended he returned her feet to the ground. “It is better this way, so you don’t step on my feet and trip us both.” He said playfully scratching the back of his neck. She swatted at him and huffed. He reached out to grab her arms as she pulled away from him. With her back turned to him he wrapped his arms around her again then placed a kiss on her cheek. He released her just as quickly.

Kitty Section went on to play a few more songs. Adrien took Marinette to get a plate of snacks from the buffet table and sit back down at the bench from earlier. The day waned on as the sun began to set. 

“Dudes and Dudettes lets’ give Kitty Section a hand as they are done for the night as we now surrender the stage to Jagged Stone his first song is a shout out to all you super heroes out there to join us up on stage. Here’s Jagged Stone playing Miraculous.” Nino ran off the stage and disappeared. 

“Hey, Marinette, can we talk… You know.. Over there?” Alya grabbed her hand and drug her away before Adrien could say anything. This was perfect though. Adrien snuck off to the tent and called on his transformation. He found his way to Marinette’s old Balcony and scanned the area waiting for the others. Ladybug was the first to land on the stage with Rena Rouge and Carapace at her side. Soon, Viperion stood beside Ladybug with Purple Tigress beside him. Polymouse and Pigella were there too. One by one the team that took down Hawkmoth took their places on the stage and held their stance. Vesperia landed flawlessly. Suddenly the entire team began to chat together led by Ladybug.

“Cat..Cat...Cat...Cat...Cat” Ladybug called out.

“Cat Noir!” the entire crowd called as his face flushed with joy. He thrust himself into the air allowing his body to sumersault just before landing between Viperon and Ladybug. With one knee and hand on the stage, his other hand on his baton he looked up to see the crowd going wild and cheering. 

“Welcome back Kitty.” Ladybug said as Viperion stepped aside making room for him and Ladybug at the center of the stage.

“What’s a Ladybug without her Cat Noir?” He recited the words from Marinette’s card. They all struck their superhero poses as the entire audience lit up in camera flashes.

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

Home | Part Two

Pairing: 13!Doctor x Daughter!Reader, Graham x Reader (platonic)

Summary: while the fam are away, you and the Doctor have a mother/daughter bonding day

Word Count: 

Warning: none?

A/N: as always spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :)

Part One | Masterlist

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The control room was unusually quiet. 

Living on the TARDIS for the past month with The Doctor and her three human companions, you’d gotten used to the sound of constant conversation. That’s why you liked going for your morning swim in the TARDIS pool room, it gave you a chance to get away on your own for a while. It’s not that you didn’t like being around them, its just after travelling alone for so long it was a shock to the system to now be travelling and living with four other people. 

Walking closer to the central control panel, towel in hand catching the water droplets falling from your post-swim wet hair, you spot The Doctor down in the hatch under the floor messing with various glowing wires. 

“What are you doing?” You ask, making her jump and she hits her head. “Sorry” you apologise, stifling a giggle as she rubs her hand against the point of impact on her scalp. 

“Just some basic maintenance on the old girl, making sure she’s ready for our Doctor Daughter bonding day” she says with a massive grin as she climbs back up on the main deck and closes the hatch. You look at her slightly confused.

“But, what about the others? Where are they?”

“Dropped them back on Earth while you were swimming. I do that every so often, give them a day to check in with friends and family and do whatever it is humans do. Usually get bored and travel 24hours ahead to pick them back up again but not this time. Me and you are going to have fun. So what do you want to do?” 

She stares at you expectantly like an excited puppy and you just look back at her, bewildered. 

“um…” you look around the TARDIS as you try to think of something to say and something catches your eye. A small tank full of liquid bubbling away and floating in the liquid… a severed hand. “What the…? Why do you have a hand in a jar?” You ask, making your way over to study it closer. 

“Oh that? I got into a sword fight with the leader of the Sycorax on Christmas Day and he cut off my hand. It grew back though. Anyway-”

“No hang on. That is not enough information. I want details. Who are the Sycorax? Why were you fighting them on Christmas Day? Do you even celebrate Christmas? How did your hand grow back? Why did you keep the old one?”

“It’s a long story”

“That’s fine, we’ve got a whole day. This is what I want to do today, I want to stay in the TARDIS and listen to your stories”

“Really? All the planets and galaxies we could be exploring and you want to sit here listening to me?”

“Absolutely! You’ve had such fascinating lives, I want to hear about them. All the planets you’ve saved, bad guys you’ve fought, people you’ve befriended. Everything… Please?”

She studies you for a moment then smiles, taking a seat on the steps.

“Fine. Make yourself comfortable, we’re going to be here for a while”

— — — — 

Almost three hours passed in the blink of an eye. You weren’t just listening to the Doctor talk, you were imagining it all. In your mind you were right there with her, fighting Daleks and Centurians and all sorts. But it wasn’t all fighting. She also told you about the fun times she’d had with past companions. She was just finishing telling you about a woman named River Song. 

“Wait… so, you're married?!” You exclaim

“Technically yes, but it’s complicated”

“You married the daughter of one of your companions…?”

“Like I said, complicated. Anyway-” she changes the subject “did I tell you about the time a woman in a wedding dress appeared in my TARDIS? One minute she’s walking down the aisle, the next minute she’s here. She actually ended up travelling with me for a bit, great woman Donna”

“Donna? The same Donna who was with you when I was created? That Donna?” 

“Yeah thats her. I forgot you two met”

“I loved Donna! She was so kind to me, I thought about her a lot actually while I was travelling. Can we visit her?”

The Doctor’s eyes suddenly fill with sadness and for a moment you think…

“Oh, did she-? Is she…?” You ask awkward, not quite able to bring yourself to finish the question. The Doctor looks at you confused before realising what you're asking.

“Oh! No! No no, she’s alive, she’s fine. She’s back on Earth with her family, married now too. She’s happy”

“That’s great” you breathe a sigh of relief “then why did you look so sad? You scared me!”

“She doesn’t remember me. She can’t ever remember me, or she will die.” 

“I, I’m so sorry” you whisper sadly

“She saved the universe and she has no idea.”

“What happened?” You ask but when The Doctor looks at you you realise she might not want to talk about it “I’m sorry you don't have tell me-”

“No it’s okay. She touched that” she gestures to the hand in the jar “and absorbed Time Lord DNA. She was human, but had the mind of a Time Lord. All that knowledge, it’s too much for any human. It was overwhelming her, killing her. So I went into her mind and erased it all. The knowledge, the adventures, me.”

“I don't understand. You went into her mind? How?” 

“Time Lord trick”

“Can I do it?” You ask and she studies you for a moment, thinking. 

“I’m not sure. Maybe. Try it” 

“What?”

“Try it now. With me.” She turns her body to face you and takes your hand, bringing your fingers up towards her face. “Focus. Empty your mind, and focus on trying to see mine.”

She gently pushes your hand till your index and middle finger are pressed against her temple and instantly your eyes close as you feel a strange sensation wash over you.

“I see a long corridor, lined with open doors” you describe

“That’s it. Choose one and look inside” she instructs quietly

You do as she says, and go to a door. You peek inside and see The Doctor with the fam, dressed in old fashioned clothes dancing with people you’ve never seen before.

“That’s the time we met Mary Shelley and Lord Byron. Strange night” 

You laugh and she tells you to try another door. You do and this time you see a man wearing a bow tie and a fez waving a mop around. 

“Ah that was when I exploded the TARDIS, creating a big bang to reset the universe.”

“Wait, that’s you? What are you wearing?!” You laugh and she gets defensive.

“Hey, bow ties are cool!” she protests

“I was talking about the fez”

“Also cool- just shut up and go to a different door”

You walk further down the corridor and stop at a door when you spot a man you recognise. Your father. He’s sitting on the floor cradling another wounded man. You hear him shouting at the man to regenerate, but he dies. You step away from the door as the Doctor sobs, clutching the dead mans corpse. It’s hard to see him like that.

“I’m sorry you saw that, I should have shut that door” the present Doctor says and you remove your hand from her face, opening your eyes to look into hers.

“Who was that?” 

“The Master, another Time Lord.”

“Another Time Lord? There are more? Can we visit them? Ooh, can we go to your planet-”

“No”

“Why not?! I want to see where you grew up, meet your family-”

“I said no” She says more firmly, startling you as she abruptly stands up and walks away “end of conversation”

“This isn’t fair! I’m one of them I have a right to meet my relatives!” You protest.

She spins around to look at you with such anger in her eyes you barely recognise her.

“No you don’t! You are nothing like them and I will never take you there so just leave it!”

She goes to the TARDIS control and starts fiddling with buttons before reopening the hatch she was working in this morning and climbing back down. She restarts working on wires and you silently watch her for a few moments before getting up and walking off down the TARDIS corridor to your room. You curl up in your bed and try to block out the Doctor’s harsh words. Instead you imagine what the other Time Lords and their planet would be like. It’s not long before you drift off into a light sleep. 

— — — — 

You're awoken not long later by the sound of the TARDIS engines, signalling that you were travelling. You rush out of your room back to the control room in time to see the fam coming back on board. The Doctor greets them in her usually cheery way but you cant help but feel hurt that she jumped forward to pick them up early. So much for Doctor Daughter bonding day. You quickly turn on your heels and go back to your room before anyone spots you. But someone does. 

A few moments later there’s a knock at your door and Graham pokes his head in.

“Alright cockle?” After the mix up during your first meeting Graham had actually become like a father figure to you and you found yourself confiding in him a lot. “What are you doing?” He asks when he spots you packing your few belongings into a backpack.

“Leaving. She clearly doesn’t want me around so-”

“Wait! What are you talking about?! Y/N stop!” He grabs your hands, stopping you from packing anymore and forcing you to look at him “What happened?”

“I asked her to take me to her planet, introduce me to the Time Lords. She got angry and shouted at me and then she skipped forward to pick you guys up early because she doesn’t want to spend time with me.” Your voice cracks slightly and you look away. 

“She does want to spend time with you Y/N, she’s just… awkward. Listen, we’ve all asked her multiple times about her home and every time she either shuts us down or changes the subject. She’s very private about all that stuff”

“But I’m her daughter! I’m the one person she should want to share that stuff with. Instead she told me that she’ll never take me there because I’m not a Time Lord.” You take a deep breath “What if she’s right? What if I’m not a real Time Lord? What am I?”

Graham sighs and shakes his head. 

“I don't know love, only you can answer that. And you know what, who cares if you're not some fancy shmancy Time Lord? I don’t. Ryan and Yaz don’t. We love you just the same, because you're amazing.” He places his hands on your shoulders and looks right into your eyes “You're Y/N! And that’s more than enough” he smiles at you.

“Thanks Graham” you give him a small smile “sometimes I wish you were my real dad” 

“A boring old man like me? Nah you don’t” he laughs “you unpack that bag and join us when you're ready okay?” 

You nod and he leaves the room. You replay his words in your head and sigh, unpacking your stuff again. When you're finished you head out into the control room and spend the rest of the evening chatting to Yaz about what she got up to with her family. 

— — — — 

The next morning you get out of bed early and get ready for your daily swim. You walk down the quiet corridors towards the pool room. The fam are still asleep at this time of morning so the TARDIS is nice and quiet. When you reach the pool you're surprised to see The Doctor stood waiting for you. She looks at you with an awkward apologetic smile as you walk over to her. 

“Never seen you in here before” you state emotionless.

“I want to show you something” 

“In the pool?” 

“No. I knew you always come here every morning and I needed to see you before the fam wake up”

“Okay?” You shrug

“Come with me” 

You follow her back out of the pool room and to the control room. She walks to the TARDIS door and steps out. You stop when you reach the door, cautiously looking out at where you were. 

Before you was a planet unlike any you’d seen. But it was on fire. The sky burnt orange as dark smoke rose from what was left of the buildings. You looked at The Doctor with confusion. 

“Welcome to Gallifrey. Home of the Time Lords” she holds her hand out to you and you take it, stepping out onto the dusty burnt ground. 

“This is your home?” 

“What’s left of it. It was destroyed.”

“By who?” You shake your head, unable to believe what your eyes are seeing.

“The Master.”

“Why? Why would anyone do this?” You feel your heart sinking the more you take it all in. Even though you’ve never been here before, it hurts to see it like this. 

“I don't know” she replies honestly, as she notices the tears filling your eyes “This is why I didn’t want to bring you here. I didn’t want you to see this. Not because I don't think you're a ‘real time lord’ or because I don't want to spend time with you”

You turn to her shocked, how did she know-

“Graham” you whisper to yourself

“He told me how upset you were. And then he told me off for causing it. I’m sorry Y/N. I shouldn’t have snapped at you, I shouldn’t have taken this out on you. It’s not your fault. And you're right, you do have a right to know who you are, and where you come from. I will try to be more open with you.”

You look into her eyes and smile at her as you pull her into a hug. After a moment she pulls away and smiles back at you.

“Take as long as you need here then come back inside, okay?”

You nod and she walks back into the TARDIS, closing the door behind her. You turn back to look at the planet before you, taking a few steps closer. You take a seat on a small mound of burnt grass, bringing your knees up to your chest. You fold your arms over your knees and rest your chin on them, staring out at the planet imagining what it would have once looked like. 

“Beautiful isn’t it” an unknown male voice beside you. 

You look startled at the man who is now sat next to you. 

“Who are you?”

“Me? Im the one who created this masterpiece. You can call me… Master”

Then suddenly everything is dark. 

Part Three

[cali-holland]

Interview Trouble- Tom Holland Mini Series

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: You and Tom spend a lot of time during interviews denying your secret relationship.

Word Count: 2000

Based On: I Hate Love Songs by Kelsea Ballerini

Warning: a tiny tiny bit of sexual implications

Masterlist    Tom Holland Masterlist

*Gif is not mine*

~~~

“Y/N, you’re on in ten.” Your assistant told you through your dressing room door.

“Be out in a minute!” You called back to her before returning to your phone.

“How do I look?” You asked Tom through FaceTime.

“Beautiful.” He beamed, making you blush. “Do I look alright?”

“You’re going to the pub, you’re not going to an interview.” You teased, “But you look great.”

“Hurry up and come home, darling. It’s not the same without you here.” Tom pouted.

“Three more days.” You told him. “I have to go before they ask why I’m taking so long.”

“I love you.” He replied, blowing a kiss to the camera.

“I love you too.” You blew a kiss back before hanging up the phone. You let out a sigh as you set your phone down and double checked your appearance in the mirror.

Six months ago, you and Tom began your relationship, but decided to keep it out of the public eye. Even before you were dating, there were rumors that you two were an item, so you both knew it’d be better to keep your privacy. With you being a successful musician and Tom being a successful actor, your differing schedules kept you quite busy, but you always managed to find a few days to see each other. 

You exited your dressing room and were ushered on stage for your interview with Ellen. Smiling and waving, you walked out onto stage as music played and the audience cheered. You gave Ellen a welcoming hug and took a seat in your chair.

“Welcome back. It’s nice to see you again.” Ellen greeted you.

“Thank you for having me back. I love coming here.” You smiled.

The interview started off simple with questions asking about your new album. It wasn’t until after the commercial break that the interview steered into dangerous territory with you.

“Your lead single is called “I Hate Love Songs”.” Ellen started and you nodded, letting out a nervous laugh, “So, would you not consider yourself a hopeless romantic then?”

“I think I have some hopeless romantic qualities, but not the big cliche ones. I wrote the song as more of a sweet, satire about love songs.”

“Did you write it with anyone in mind?” She asked teasingly.

“No, I don’t think so.” You laughed. You could feel your cheeks warming up because you definitely wrote that song with Tom as your inspiration.

“You don’t think so? What does that mean?”

“I don’t know. I thought maybe you expected me to have someone in mind. I don’t need to have a boyfriend to write a love song.”

“So you’re single then?”

“Yes.” You lied.

“You’re saying yes, but you’re blushing very hard right now. Anyway, I thought I could help you out with ‘Who’d You Rather?’” She teased.

“Okay.” You let out a laugh and watched as the screen pulled up two photos.

“So, Joe Keery or Timothee Chalamet?”

“Oh, I love Joe so much, but I think I’m going with Timmy.” You stated.

“Alright, Timmy. Timmy or Shawn Mendes?”

“I know Shawn, though.”

“So Shawn?”

“I’ll go with Shawn because I know him personally.”

“You know, this is dating and it’s not real. But anyway,” Ellen said, and you held back a laugh as Tom’s picture came on screen. The cheers from the audience increased as everyone had heard the rumors, “Shawn or Tom Holland?”

“Tom’s a good friend too, though.” You replied.

“Rumor has it you know him well.” She joked, making you laugh.

“Do you want me to pick Tom? Is that what this is?” You asked.

“I’m just saying.” She shrugged teasingly.

“We’ll go with Tom then.” You nodded as the cheering increased.

“Tom or Ryan Gosling?”

“I’ll go with Tom still.” Your somewhat fast response made even Ellen laugh. A few rounds later, you were still on Tom. You knew you had to switch off of him before you said anything too consequential. You also knew that Tom would watch this interview and you were entertained by the thought of him figuring out you chose someone else over him.

“Tom or Niall Horan?” Ellen asked you.

“Ooh,” You let out, thinking about it. “So you see, Niall was always my favorite in One Direction.”

“Is Niall beating out Tom finally? Is Tom going to be upset with that?” You could tell where she was going, trying to get you to spill something about your life.

“Why would Tom be upset?” You replied.

“Well, you know.” Ellen hinted.

“I gotta go with Niall.” You smiled with a shrug, playing off her attempts. The line of photos ended there, signaling the end of the game.

“So I got Niall?” You asked.

“Yes, unless you want to go back and choose Tom.” She offered.

“I’m fine with Niall.”

The next day, you got a call from Tom that began with “So Niall Horan is my competition?”

~~~

Before you could go back to London, you did a Carpool Karaoke session with James Corden. After going through the basic interview questions and a few songs, James shifted the interview’s focus onto your personal life.

“Now, how often do you get to go out and watch a movie? You know, actually go to the cinema and see a film?” James asked.

“I wouldn’t say I go often, but I go whenever there’s a good film out that I really want to see.” You said, already knowing where this was headed.

“Do you go see Marvel movies in cinema? I heard you’re a fan.”

“I try to go see those so that they aren’t spoiled for me. It’s really difficult though because so many people go see them. I’d have to be really inconspicuous.”

“Who would you say is your favorite superhero?”

“That’s tough.” You sighed. Feeling in the mood to tease the fans out there, “I think I’d say Spider-Man. He’s always been so relatable.”

“You don’t have another underlying reason for picking Spider-Man?” James asked with a laugh.

“Nope, definitely not.” You laughed.

“Now, do you currently have a favorite actor?”

“My favorite? That’s a difficult one.” You stated, thinking it through.

“There’s not one specific actor that comes to mind? Not even one specific brunet British actor that you hang out with a lot, who even plays Spider-Man?” James pressed.

“You sound like you have one in mind.” You teased.

“I think I’d go with Tom Holland right now. What do you think about him?”

“He’s a good friend and a good actor too. I’ll say he’s my favorite if you want me to.”

“Would you ever date an actor like Tom?”

“I don’t know.” You stated.

“Is that you actually don’t know or you don’t want to say anything that will lead to rumors?”

“I normally don’t have to say anything for rumors to start.” You joked, making him laugh.

“I think you just started some right there.” He laughed as the music started up again. You knew that this video would spark so many rumors just with that comment.

~~~

A few days later, you and Tom were celebrating you coming back to town. You were at a club in London and definitely thought that the two of you were being sneakier with your actions. You were so caught up in how much you loved Tom that, for a night, you forgot you were trying to be discreet about your relationship; so caught up that you and Tom both thought that you were safe making out in a corner of a crowded club before making your way to a vip room together. That was an issue saved for the next day.

“Tom, answer your damn phone before I throw it out the window.” You mumbled into his chest as he began to wake up.

“Good morning to you too.” Tom chucked. He kissed the top of your head before stretching over to grab his phone from the nightstand.

“Holy shit.” He breathed out, blinking rapidly as his phone continued to get flooded with texts, emails, and all other sorts of notifications.

“What happened?” You asked, sitting up and stretching so he could fully sit up.

“Someone saw us last night.” Tom said, showing you the latest video trending on Twitter. It was the two of you from the club; Tom had you pushed up against the wall with his hands running over your butt as you pulled on his hair. The video ended with you two making your way to the private room. The video was poor quality, but there was no denying who it was. By the end of it, both of you sported messed up hair and Tom was basically wearing your lipstick. You felt sick to your stomach thinking that millions of people have seen that by now.

“I have Graham Norton tonight, and I know I’ll be asked about it.” He groaned.

“There’s no way we can play that off.” You sighed, “I didn’t want to go public yet.”

“I know. I liked having this secret.” Tom ran an anxious hand through his hair.

“You’ve dodged relationship questions before. It’ll be fine.” You gave him a reassuring kiss.

“God, I hope so. I should call my manager. It might be good if you did that too.” He said and you nodded, knowing he was right.

Your managers both came to the same conclusion: don’t discuss it and act like it didn’t happen. Both of you had brushed off relationship rumors before; this was just more difficult to ignore.

Sitting on the couch among a few other celebrities, Tom felt himself feeling more nervous than usual.

“So, Tom, how are you feeling today?” Graham asked right off the bat.

“I’m feeling good. Thanks.” Tom nodded, letting out a nervous laugh.

“You didn’t have too rough of a night? Not hungover or sore or anything?”

“No, my night was fine.”

“Oh, ‘fine’ is how you’d describe it?” Graham turned to the audience, “I don’t know if anyone heard, but Tom had a pretty interesting night.” A photograph of you and Tom last night appeared on screen, causing the audience to cheer. “Y/N just said she was single a few days ago; did you make a move last night or was this a pre-established thing?”

“I don’t- no.” Tom laughed, scratching his neck in an anxious manner. “Photoshop these days, man. Incredible.”

“So that wasn’t a video of you and Y/N getting it on in public?” He teased.

“Definitely not.” Tom shook his head. “Y/N and I are just good friends.”

“I wonder how many girls are out there wanting to be your good friend.” Graham joked, before moving on to ask Tom about his movie. And for that, Tom was grateful.

~~~

“Are you sure about this?” Tom asked, squeezing your hands gently.

“Yes, it’s time we just get it over with. They already know.” You laughed lightly, making him chuckle as well.

You and Tom had decided to finally go public with your relationship by confirming it in the music video for your latest single, “I Hate Love Songs”. You filmed it a few weeks ago, and it would be released today.

Tom held you as you watched over the video one last time before your team posts it. In the video, you walked through the usual cliche scenes of love stories: catching bouquets, romantic movie nights, and kissing in the rain. At the end of the video, the camera cut over to you as you walked over to a large bed. You laid down and winked at the camera, before Tom appeared next to you and pulled you into a kiss.

“What do you think?” You asked as the video ended.

“I love it. And I love you.” Tom smiled.

“I love you too.” You kissed before giving your team the okay to release it. You stayed cuddled up in Tom’s arms as you watched the different reactions flood in. As expected, the media went crazy with the confirmation and the fans were living for the fact that you two were actually together.

~~~

Part Two

[riversofmars]

Negotiation

So @rocketoo7 and I had a chat and agreed that there is just not enough fanfiction of River Song kicking ass in hand to hand combat. So here you are, literally just River fighting off bad guys and the Doctor & Fam watching adoringly/terrified/a little horny. Recreating this awesome bad ass scene from the most recent episode of Star trek: Discovery because, you know, Georgiou and River have the same BDE. Writing action is hard so I sort of did this as a quick exercise to practice, it's no great work of genius but it was fun. Anyway, enjoy! :D

Ship: River/13

Rating: T (I guess?)

Word Count: 1600

AO3

Negotiation

“So what’s the plan, Doc…“ Graham asked as the Fam crowded together behind the Doctor. The were in a sort of bar in the far-flung reaches of the galaxy. What had been meant to be a lovely walking tour ending with a pint at the pub, had turned into a bit of an unfortunate situation that involved guns and a band of bandits wanting to steal the TARDIS. 

“Working on it…“ The Doctor retorted drawing herself to full height attempting to shield her friends from the guns pointed at them. 

“You always say words beat guns, this would be a great moment to prove that theory.“ Yaz quipped. 

“I suggest you show us to your ship.“ The bandit leader, an unpleasant looking fellow with greasy hair, said. 

“Well, that wouldn’t be much use because you wouldn’t be able to fly her.“ The Doctor retorted, trying to reason. 

“That’s our concern, not yours.“ He shot back, annoyed at her back-chat. “Get a move on.“ He pointed towards the door of the bar. 

“Why would we show you to our ship when you want to steal it and leave us stranded?“ Ryan asked. 

“Because you want to live.“ The bandit snarled.

“Living, yes, big fan of living, maybe we can come to some sort of arrangement where we just, you know, drop you off somewhere along the way?“ The Doctor intervened, trying her best to sound positive. 

Suddenly there was a discharge of energy, like a flash of lightning but it wasn’t a shot as the Doctor had expected.

“Did I interrupt a critical moment of diplomacy?“ River Song looked around the room at the shocked faces all round, immediately guns were pointed at her and ignoring that fact, she gave a little wave to her wife who seemed frozen to the spot. 

“How did you get in here?“ The leader of the bandits barked at her. 

“Oh you know, just your standard vortex manipulator, cheap and nasty time travel but it’ll do in a pinch. And when one’s wife is being held at gunpoint? It makes for a great entrance.“ River retorted in amusement and winked at the Doctor who shook off the initial shock. 

“Did she just say wife?“ Yaz asked and exchanged confused glances with Ryan and Graham. They had seen a lot of things travelling with the Doctor but having someone teleport into the middle of a stand off claiming to be the Doctor’s wife… that was new. 

“You know her?“ The bandit leader looked back to the Doctor.

“Ah well, see you got yourself into a bit of a tiff now. That my friend River…“ The Doctor caught River’s affronted glance and corrected herself. “And when I say friend, I mean wife, and unlike me doesn’t mind hurting people, shouldn’t like that, kinda do…“ She shrugged giving her wife a little wink. 

“Glad to see some things never change.“ River smirked. 

“Well, you know I like a bad girl, me.“ The Doctor grinned. 

“You can show me just how much when we’re done here.“ River retorted smoothly. 

“Are you flirting?“ The bandit leader interrupted, annoyed at being ignored. 

“Sorry, it’s been a while. She was a white hair scotsman last time we met. Back to you, you were saying?“ River turned to the bandits almost patronisingly. She was already formulating a plan. There was seven bandits in total… shouldn’t be too difficult. 

“I want that device.“ He pointed to her vortex manipular.

“When I say, you hide behind the bar, okay?“ The Doctor spoke softly and turned to the Fam. They nodded uneasily, before returning their attention to the face off between the mystery woman and the bandits. 

“Hand it over.“ He insisted. 

“What, this?“ River lifted her wrist that the vortex manipulator was strapped to. 

“Hand it over or you die.“ All guns were on her now. 

“I don’t respond well to threats.“ She shook her head disapprovingly. 

“And I don’t respond well to surprises.“ He squared his jaw.

“Oh, then you’re gonna hate this.“ River smirked and gave the chair next to her a kick, knocking it right into him, knocking him over.

“Now, Fam, right now, take cover.“ The Doctor exclaimed and Ryan, Yaz and Graham didn’t need to be told twice, they dove behind the bar and watched the mystery women swipe her arm across a nearby table throwing glasses at the men coming towards her. They turned from the flying splinters guarding their eyes just long enough for River to grab a bottle and smash it over the closest attacker’s head knocking him out. She ducked an oncoming punch and rammed her knee into another bandit’s gut.

“Okay, who the hell is she, Doctor?“ Yaz exclaimed watching the scene in front of them in shock. 

“Long story, people usually need a flow chart…“ The Doctor retorted, looking on uneasily and admiringly in equal measures. 

River ducked a blast and threw herself into the shooter, she knocked his arm with the gun up and smashed her elbow against his temple. As he fell to the floor she kept hold of his arm and took the gun, shooting a man coming at her from the right. 

“See, boys, when you let me have a gun, things are almost over.“ She taunted with a smirk. She jumped onto the edge of a table to her left flipping it over, knocking out another bandit with the other half of the table flipping upwards. She landed and steadied herself from the little stunt when someone lunged at her from behind and put her in a headlock, forcing her to drop her gun. She rammed her elbow into his stomach, then knocked her head backwards into his face. He let go groaning in pain. Probable a broken nose, nothing too serious. Behind her, the lead bandit pulled his gun on her. She whirled around pulling the man with the broken nose in front of her and used him as a shield. He took two of his boss’s shots before he stopped firing. River grabbed a hunting knife that was strapped to the bandit that was limp in her arms now and threw it, catching the bandit leader in the shoulder. He let out a strangled cry of pain and dropped his weapon. Plenty of time for River to drop the dead bandit and pick up her gun again. 

“Oh mate, that was like stealing sweets from a child.“ She grinned slightly out of breath as she headed towards him.

“River!“ The Doctor shouted as one of the others slowly got back to their feet but River was ahead of her. She only half turned to fire, she barely looked, but struck them down. The leader of the bandits scrambled for his weapon but River stepped on his wrist and held the gun to his head. 

“Remind me. What was your negotiating position again?“ She asked in amusement.

“I think he got your point.“ The Doctor drew her attention as she got up from behind the bar, all the other men were either dead or unconscious. 

“Did he? Because my finger is rather itchy.“ River chuckled. 

“You bitch.“ The bandit leader spat. 

“Sounds to me like he hasn’t learned his lesson.“ She stepped off his hand but only to deliver a kick to the side of his head and knock him over. 

“I’m going to hunt you down. You’re gonna wish you died here when…“ He groaned in pain.

“Spare me the empty promises, that implies you’re gonna walk out of here alive.“ River pointed the gun at his head. 

“River.“ The Doctor tried to get her attention. 

“Not now Sweetie.“ River huffed.

“I really think you’ve made your point.“ The Doctor insisted more firmly. 

“You’re no fun at all.“ River sighed and used the hilt of the gun to knock him unconscious.

“That was…“ Ryan didn’t really have words. They looked around the room taking in the destruction.   Broken glass, thrown over tables and chair, seven grown men flat out. River meanwhile pocketed the gun. It would be a nice addition to her collection and a lovely memento of this trip. 

“Fam, meet Professor River Song.“ The Doctor grinned as River walked up to join them. The three of them didn’t know what to say. There was a lot of information they had yet to process. 

“You’re welcome.“ River smirked.

“That was… quite the safe. Very impressive.“ The Doctor had to admit as she came to a halt in front of her.

“Oh, you were watching?“ River smile innocently. 

“Very carefully.“ The Doctor couldn’t help but admit. 

“I bet you were.“ River smirked. 

“Worked up a bit of a sweat haven’t you. You look a bit flustered.“ The Doctor observed, brushing back her curls a little. 

“In my defence, so do you.“ She replied in amusement, running her hand along the Doctor’s coat collar.

“Right, okay, we get it.“ Yaz interrupted the flirting, unable to watch any longer. “Beating up bad guys is a turn on. Now, can we get out of here before they wake up?“

“Wouldn’t want me to have to do it again, would we.“ River sighed and winked at the Doctor who blushed. 

“Let’s go back to the TARDIS.“ The Doctor agreed and they crossed the room, stepping over the bandits. 

“So, what sort of a professor are you?“ Graham asked trying his best to sound casual and ignore the destruction all round.

“Archeology.“ River replied cheerfully. “Love a tomb.“ 

[otheroutlandertales]

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Witches - Part 10

by @whiskynottea

She knew she shouldn’t be there. 

No, not again. Not after evading the Comte for years, jumping from time to time and place to place. Not after managing to hide and build a new life for herself. 

A life where nobody knew who she was. What she was. And nobody could track her down. 

Despite all that, there she was.

--

Becoming a nurse during the war had been a natural choice for Claire. Hiding the blue light hadn’t always been easy, but she’d managed just fine, using the blood on her hands as a cover and trying to divert people’s attention when she had no other choice but to use her magic. And by doing so, she had healed many soldiers that made it back home to the open arms of their families and loved ones. She knew that Raymond would be proud of her. 

She’d met Frank just before the war and she loved him because looking at him didn’t bring any of her memories back and she could keep the pain aside. Frank was sophisticated, elegant, different. He didn’t understand her completely but could embrace most parts of her. He loved her laughter, her wittiness, her spontaneity, even her bad cooking. He accepted that Claire needed a purpose in life and that staying at home and raising their children would never be good enough for her. He didn’t exactly love that, but he put up with her need to work. He didn’t know about her gift, of course. Burning witches might have fallen out of fashion, but there were plenty of madhouses ready to accept her. When Frank asked her to marry him on their way to the restaurant where his parents were waiting for them, he had a wide grin on his face and love in his eyes. Claire hadn’t given it much thought. Frank was a good man, and that was all she could ask for. 

And now, with the World War behind them, they were supposed to recover from the despair they had lived in and come to Scotland to reconnect with each other. Scotland. Frank had insisted.

Her throat was tight even at the sight of the rolling hills and the heather at the sides of the road. No matter how many times she had jumped back and front in time, she had never come to Scotland again. Scotland meant Jenny and Jamie and Brian. It meant Lallybroch. It meant home. She wasn’t strong enough to be there without them. 

And yet, here she was, biting her lip so hard she could taste blood. She blamed the wind for her tears and gave Frank a fake reassuring smile. 

She was supposed to be here and focus on her relationship with Frank. To go sightseeing and listen to her husband talk about parts of history she had actually lived. She was supposed to dream of a quiet home in the suburbs of London that would soon be filled with children’s cries and laughter. She was supposed to find what to do with her life. She was supposed to be happy. 

When her head hit the pillow the first night of their vacation, when Frank’s arms pulled her closer to his body, Claire stared at the white wall in front of her for what felt like hours. Tears were soaking the pillow, tears that she had kept locked inside for years. But the past was gone and she was here now, with a man who loved her and a life without danger waiting for her to live it. The life she’d managed to secure for herself after many sacrifices. She had to live it. She owed it to Raymond. 

That was what Claire intended to do in the morning of Samhain, when Frank woke her up,  talking excitedly about ancient rituals. She kept her heart closed to the rolling hills dusted with heather. She kept her heart closed to a past gone forever. She could go to watch these druids with him. She would hold his hand and focus on their future. 

This was what she thought, at least until she realised that Frank was driving them to the hill. Her hill. The stones. Frank’s gaze was fixed on the road and he missed the terror in Claire’s eyes. Her heart was beating like a drum in her chest. In her panic, she couldn’t think of any good excuse to back away from the stones. She climbed up the hill and saw the druids dancing around the stones in the sunrise. Her breath left her body in a gasp. 

The stones were buzzing a single word. Home.

Fate or coincidence, this was a twisted way to play with her resolution. She’d never imagined that she’d feel the stones’ buzzing running through her body ever again.

Claire left the hill with Frank, holding his hand tight, afraid that his long fingers were the only tether keeping her from running up the hill and disappearing into the past.

She kept herself occupied to distract her thoughts from the hill. She visited Reverend Wakefield with Frank. She let Mrs. Graham read the leaves and her hand for her, and felt her throat constricting when the old lady revealed her destiny. She left the house laughing with Frank at the lady’s antics and tried to focus on herbology. 

No matter how hard she tried though, all she could see in front of her was the bright blue forget-me-nots next to the stones, challenging her.  

Her heart was still beating for the past. She hadn’t forgotten them. None of them. Jenny’s hugs, Jamie’s lopsided smiles, Brian’s warm eyes. 

Her family. Her people. The ones who knew everything about her and accepted her nonetheless. The ones who didn’t want to let her go. 

After Raymond’s death, which she had sorely discovered a few years before, the Frasers were the only family she had and she needed to protect them, even if that meant sacrificing her own happiness. Claire reminded herself of this fact. If she’d go back, she’d never find the strength to leave again. 

No more time jumps, she promised herself. Stay here, be safe, keep them safe. 

But then she closed her eyes and thought of the last time she’d been at Lallybroch. 

Jenny, next to the parlour’s fireplace, reading Don Quixote aloud. Brian resting in the armchair with Bran’s sleepy head on his lap. Jamie sitting on the couch next to her, his fingers barely brushing hers and electrocuting her whole body.

She had stolen a kiss from him that night. Her last night. Their first kiss. It had been everything she’d dreamed of. Hesitant and sweet at first, passionate and consuming when they couldn’t keep from each other anymore. His hands had trembled lightly before he cupped her face, securing her against him, as though entreating her to stay there with him. All air left had her body at once, leaving her dizzy. For a few wonderful minutes, her whole world focused on his strong hands, his soft lips, her desperate heart. The way her magic had danced in her veins.

It broke her that she would never feel her heart fluttering that way again.

She’d stayed awake that night, feeling her heart break piece by piece. She’d waited for dawn, standing next to the window of her room, craving to see the sunlight strolling down the Scottish hills one last time. With a last tear, she had closed her hand around the stone of her necklace and left everything behind.

There was a single, tear-stained note on her bed.

Thank you for giving me a family when I had none. You’ll always be my heart, and for that, I can’t risk you. 

Forgive me,

Claire

She didn’t know if Jenny had known of her departure. If she had seen it, she never said anything. 

Up to the day she walked up the enchanted hill again, searching for those forget-me-nots with her heart beating at the same rhythm as the stones, Claire truly believed that she’d left the Frasers forever that dawn. 

She just wanted to get the forget-me-nots, she said to herself. A connection to the past, a way to show that she still cared. She was holding the flowers in her hand when she looked back at the bottom of the hill, but her body remained rooted in place. The stones were buzzing. The breeze caressed her hair like an old friend. The flowers in her hands were not enough, would never be enough.

In a single moment, she threw every single resolution she had made during the past years in the wind. The decision, reckless as it was, made her feel terrified, elated, free. Alive. Claire raised both hands in front of her, ready to grasp her future. The past. Her sister, her father, her love.

When she came to, the ground was damp and the soil’s scent attacked her nostrils. The stones were still buzzing their magic song, calling to her, singing with her, and the one embedded in her necklace joined them as if elated to find its long-lost friends. 

--

Claire looked around, wondering if the time was right. 

When she saw the redcoats on the horses, she smiled to herself. When she heard the guns, she cursed. 

Without losing another moment, she broke into a run, determined to find somewhere to hide. She had to go back home. She had to go to Lallybroch. 

Little did she know, that she’d meet one of her beloved Frasers in less than an hour since the stones took her to the past. 

Little did she know, that dislocated shoulder or not, Jamie Fraser’s eyes would twinkle when they’d meet hers again and the smile she’d loved would curl up his lips.

Little did she know, that pregnant belly or not, Jenny’s hug would be just as fierce when she would hold her in her arms again. 

The end

[cacti-are-like-flamingos]

Texted Love

Henry Cavill x Fem!Reader

Part 2

Central Masterlist | Texted Love

"Our first guest is none other than the famous and dear friend of mine, (Y/n) (L/n)!"

A smile snaked its way on your plump lips as you came out from behind all the decorations, your eyes shining from the bright stage lights. Twitch played Drew Barrymore by Bryce Vine as you walk down to the main area, having heard it was one of your favorites. The nervousness that you once had was quickly disappearing, and instead the vibe of the song was taking control of you as you began singing.

You danced your way over to Ellen, your lips pronouncing every all the lyrics with such clarity and joy. Your hips subtly moving to the rhythm of the music, rolling from side to side. The blond laughed at your goofy entrance, her pearly whites shining with silver sparkles.

As the music came to a faded out end, you hurried over to where your host was, greeting her with a quiet, "Morning Ellen," and a hug with a kiss to the cheek. Your voice full of giggles as the two of finally sat down on the two white single seaters.

"Wow that-that was quite the performance!" Ellen joked, making you burst into another fit of giggles.

"Why thank you! I really do try my best."

"Do you usual do that?" You gave her a funny look, a smirk tugging on your lips.

"Do what? Burst out into song like a Disney character? Hell n-well. Actually....maybe...dunno. Gotta ask my staff." It was her turn to giggle. It took either of you a minute to compose yourselves, staring at each other as the room got quiet.

There was a look on your face, one that Ellen knew very well from having had you many times before on the show. Opening her mouth to say something, Ellen was interrupted by you calling out to her in what could only be referred to as an 'alien voice.' The strange sound your voice made causing her to go through another series of laughs and giggles as she desperately tried to compose herself. You grinned, loving the reaction you got in return.

"I'll stop now. Hahaha. I'll stop now." And with that said the interview went under way.

...

"Hehehe. Okay, okay. I-I need to ask you some questions. And these questions revolve around a certain....someone." Ellen wiggled her brows, noting the way your eyes just lighted up with joy at the oppprtunity of talking about the handsome man.

Oh boy, did you love him.

"Ah! My favorite subject. Do continue!" You shouted, fixing your clothing as you leaned in more into the cushions of your seat. You really just loved to toy with the media these days.

With a grin, god there's so many smiles and grins you realized, the talkshow host continued, "So what's going on? Are the two of you talking, flirting, sharing grandmas secret recipes, battle plans- what are you two doing?" You snorted before turning serious.

"We plan to attack by midnight. There's five groups with few subdivision, but the main will attack the South, North, West, and East. The fifth will attack the headquarters. Soon enough Wendy's shall be ours by the first light of dawn." The audience laughed at the mention of the fast food company. Ellen shook her head, her cheeks already hurting from so much smiling. Chuckling, you answered honestly.

"We have spoken actually. Well, not really talk talk. Like not orally but we've been texting and it's all nice and yeah." "And yeah?" "And yeah."

"Oh (f/n), you always mangae to make me laugh so much. Anywyas, for those of you who don't know," Ellen satred at the camera, "A while ago, while on the Graham Norton Show, (Y/n) learnt that she was Henry Cavill's celebrity crush," The crowd 'ooo'ed' much like the other interviews. You snickered, "(y/n) being (y/n), told on national television for Henry to hit her up on Instagram." You nodded.

"And he actually did. Hehehehe." Watching you, mischief introduced itself into her blue eyes. Not a good sign. Knowing you, you would play along and so much more. Its one of the reasons why many loved to have you on their shows. You were a goofball, always playing around, always keeping the conversation going. You were perfect.

And plus, you always did love going out with a bang.

"Do you think anything will come of it?" "Like relationship, romance wise?" "Yeah." You thought for a moemnt. In truth, you kind of hope it did but at the same time you were scared. You've never been in a relationship before, what if you were bad at it? You had always been a lone wolf in your life, opting to do everything on your own despite the many times help was offered.

Not the time to think this!

"Well I mean our zodiac signs say that our compatibility is favourable so I guess so." There was a moment of silence as everyone tried to process what you just said.

"W-What?" You gave Ellen a look as well as towards the audience who werw now snickering ag you.

"What?! I just wanted to raise the percentage!" A roar of laughter. Ellen looked at you, "Percentage?" You nodded, a stupid grin on your warm face. "Like when you're 99% sure that 2+2 makes 4 but you just want to get that one percent in. Just to like, make sure." "And how does this affect...?" You shrugged," I mean in my head it's like I now have a 1% chance of getting with him. The previous was like 0.5% chance." They continued to laugh at you.

"Wow, I feel bullied right now." You continued to joke around.

...

Throughout your whole interview, Henrybhad been watching it on his phone, a smile on his face. He still sat in his car, having previously needed to go to some place urgently, however, the news of you being live prompted him to take a few moments of distraction.

However, a few moments soon turned into a whole 25 minutes.

Oh he was definitely late. But it was you, so who cared.

He chuckled when the interview had reached your percentage bit, his eyes tracing the ways your face moved about. Admiring the your eyes shined whenever you were successful in making another laugh. Shaking his head, he plugged his car key's into the ignition, activating the vehicles engine. Quickly, he tapped out of the live stream, going to the still opened Instagram tab that remained on your conversation from the night before. Pressing on the voice recording button, he chuckled. Thinking of how dumb his next words were but finding the idea of how riled up you'd get after it, was extremely funny.

"1%? Babygirl, you have 100% chance to get with me."

...

The interview had then ended and lunch had quickly rolled in, your stomach grumbling angrily. Picking up your phone, you noted that you had a voice message from Henry. Arching a brow, you preased on it. Not caring if the volume was all the way up and that you weren't the only one in the car.

---"1%? Babygirl, you have 100% chance to get with me."---

The car came to a screeching halt.

"DID HE JUST CALL YOU BABYGIRL BECAUSE IF SO, FUCK GIRL YOU'RE AT THE FUCKING TOP OF YOUR LIFE. YOU'VE REACHED YOUR PEAK DUDE." Your assistant screamed at the top of his lungs. Staring wide eyed at you from the driver's seat, his face equally as shocked as yours.

"BICTH HE CALLED ME BABYGIRL! FUCK! AND HIS VOICE, HOLY SHIT. I'M DYING!"

"AHHH/AHHHH!" The two of you screamed simultaneously.

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Oh Henry. If you only knew the chaos you were causing.

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Nahhh, he's a little shit. He would continue fully knowing of the chaos he causes.

...

(A/N): Made this at like five am so if there's grammatical or spelling errors then please don't mind them. :)

Hope you enjoyed!