#he's a racing car passing by like lady godiva

[krisssssssy]

petition to change the gameplay song in Episode Ardyn to Don't Stop Me Now

tell me this isn't the perfect song

and this song is great on a loop

[stepintothelimelight]

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺ 　° I’m a racing car,

passing by

like lady godiva ✧ ⁺ ┊

PART 1 of the Spitfire Saga

TRAILER: Spitfire makes her F1 debut and changes the world of F1 forever

(2017!grid x genz!fem!reader)(SMAU)

For more Spitfire content go to my account and it’s my pinned post since tumblr hates me and won’t let me link anything :)

WARNINGS: not a lot lol language?, suggestive stuff but in a bad way, sexism, that one picture of max 💀, for me, spitfire is american, so there will be references to american things (I’m american)

fc: random girls (mostly drivers) i found in pinterest + valtteri bottas

Aaaaannnnd ACTION!

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charles_leclerc: Congrats, Mate! Just heard the good news! yourusername: jelly? charles_leclerc: I try to be nice and this is what I get ☹️ yourusername: liked a message

max33verstappen: Can’t wait to see you on the track yourusername: aww 😚 yourusername: only took me 3 years to catch up with you maxie 😁😁 max33verstappen: Good luck trying to catch me in the track, Schat. yourusername: 😠😠

user4: no one wants you here

user5: Give the seat to Schumacher. He deserves it 53847822 more times than you do.

yourbestfriend1: Take me with youuuuuu 😭 yourbestfriend1: I don’t want to deal with mr Henry alone 😞 yourusername: bro i would if i could but merc literally kidnapped me out of calc 😒 dw tho i still have to do henry’s work just in a plane ☹️ yourbestfriend1: liked a message

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mercedesamgf1 ☑️

Welcome to the paddock, Y/n!

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yourusername: awww thanks admin ❤️

user6: Schumacher better

user7: def gonna crash out in FP1

carlossainz55: ¡bienvenida Spitfire!

⮑ user18: the fact that everyone calls her Spitfire 🥲

user9: poser

⮑ user8: how is she a poser? She earned her place just like any other alternate would

⮑user9: she obviously sleeps her way to the top

⮑ user8: SHE IS BARELY 18!

user10: All y’all honestly hating on a teenage girl right now 🤡🤡

⮑ user11: literally it’s pathetic

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yourusername: POLE POSITYOSN!!!

ps sorry 4 swearing on the radio 😔

pps i didn’t just catch you max, i beat you 😇xx

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user19: icon

user20: proved them all wrong!

⮑user21: not like she won a race 🙄🙄

⮑user20: not like you could do any better 🙄🙄

user24: my homegirl really did max dirty

user25: Absolutely VIOLATED Verstappen

user54: how does she have that picture?

⮑ user55: her and max are childhood friends. they were karting rivals

⮑ user56: she, him and Charles were the big 3 of their age division

⮑ user54: isn’t she younger than them, though?

⮑user55: she raced 2 years up

lewishamilton: An honor to be on the track with you! History in the making 💪🏾

⮑ yourusername: 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨 LEWIS ON MY POST LEWIS ON MY POST 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

⮑charles_leclerc; Chèrie, you’re embarrassing me

⮑yourusername: u don’t need my help to do that 👍

user22: her and Charles HELP

max33verstappen: was that last picture necessary?

⮑ yourusername: very.

user23: her and Max HELP

pierregasly: Great to race with you again!

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danielricciardo: amazing driving, Spitfire! (and thank you for the blackmail 🙏🙏)

⮑yourusername: happy to help

⮑max33verstappen: 👎

landonorris: glad to see one of the ‘99s making a mark around here ❤️

⮑yourusername: awwwww lan 😗 come to f1

⮑landonorris: i lost my pass ☹️

⮑yourusername: again? ☹️

user24: Y/n and Lando 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨?

⮑yourusername: OH HEYLLLLL NAWWE

⮑landonorris: EEWWWW

⮑user24: what the hell 😭

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f1: WINNER! 

Y/n L/n becomes the first woman to win a formula one grand prix! She also becomes the youngest ever Grand Prix winner at 18 years, 37 days and the first driver to win on their debut race since 1961! 

Congratulations, yourusername, in the words of @lewishamilton: “history in the making.”

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mercedesamgf1: THAT’S OUR GIRL!!!!!!

⮑ user25: Y/n seat when??

⮑yourusername: yeah, when??? 😇😇😇 (joking pls don’t fire me xoxo)

user26: Y/n in the comments begging for a job is so relatable

user27: rigged

user28: Obviously a PR stubt

⮑user29: How? She outpaced everyone in Qualifying and held pole for the whole race

⮑user28: last race of the season, they need some new fans, so they bring in a woman and tell everyone to drive slower to get more traffic. It’s not rocket science 

⮑user30: the only rocket science is how on earth you got to that conclusion

scuderiaferrari: a historic race! @/yourusername

yourusername: Thank you @/f1 and @/mercedesamgf1 for this incredible opportunity. History was made tonight ❤️❤️❤️

⮑user31: damn right it was

yourusername: ALSO DID WE SEE THAT TAYLOR SWIFT LIKED THE POST???? @taylorswift ILYSM!!! TIWWCHNT IS LITERALLY MY HYPE SONG!!!!

⮑user32: ofc she’s a swiftie

⮑yourusername: what is that supposed to mean?? being a swiftie is the only way to live ??? how can you breathe without listening to reputation on repeat????

⮑ user33: TIWWCHNT STANS UNITE

⮑ taylorswift: @/yourusername: congrats on the win! Here’s to you, an inspiration to all of us women fighting our ways into men’s worlds! 🥂🍾

⮑yourusername: OH MY GODDDDDDD

⮑user34: is she still breathing?

⮑maxverstappen33: no

         ⮑danielricciardo: no

         ⮑mercedesamgf1: no

         ⮑charles_leclerc: no

         ⮑carlossainz55: no

         ⮑lewishamilton: no

         ⮑f1: no

         ⮑user35: is @/user34 still breathing?

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yourusername: WHAT A WEEKEND!!

Mercedes!! tysm for trusting me in your car and i hope that i did you proud!!! this week has been a dream 🤍

Valtteri: I know that my win tonight is due to your misfortune, and I’m sorry we will never get to race together on the track. I hope I did you proud.

Seb, to whom I’m dedicating my maiden win to. Without you, I would be no where. your never ending support and willingness to help are the reasons i’ve been able to race as long as i have. you named me spitfire all the way back in f4 and now that nickname will live in the legendd of the sport forever.

History was made tonight, and even if this is the last race i ever drive in a formula 1 car, i’ll rest easier knowing that my win in abu dhabi 2017 will inspire the next generation of female athletes in motorsport.

Thank you to everyone who came out to support Mercedes tonight!

xx Spitfire

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user36: say what you want about her, what she accomplished tonight is legendary

lewishamilton: Congratulations! Looking forward to seeing you around the track next year!

⮑user37: around, not on 😔

⮑user38: Everyone join hands in prayer that Lewis doesn’t know anything about Bottas’ seat being filled and is just being nice

⮑user39: 🤝

⮑user40:🤝

⮑user41:🤝

⮑user42: 🤝

⮑yourusername: 🤝

⮑user38: GDJEIWOSK she’s so unserious 😂😂

⮑yourusername: ❤️❤️❤️

estebanocon: Amazing race, Y/n!

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user49: YOU DON’T BELONG HERE

charles_leclerc: great to see you finally live out your dream, mate ❤️🍾

⮑yourusername: luv ya charlie 🥂

⮑user43: CHARY/N CONFIRMED??

⮑ yourusername: 😬😑🤨

⮑ user44: Y/n really out in the trenches fighting every romance rumor

max33verstappen: I let you win…

⮑yourusername: Lying is a sin, Max Emilian Verstappen.

⮑ user45: dayumm the full government name too

⮑user46: and proper punctuation!!! max lock your doors 😰

⮑max33verstappen: Why do I feel like something bad is going to happen to me tonight?

⮑ yourusername: because something bad is going to happen to you tonight.

⮑user47: Max getting threatened on main 😂😂

danielricciardo: Great race and even better weekend! Fun getting to know you, Spitfire!

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user60: Anyone see the way she was crying when she got out of the car? Couldn’t even walk, so emotional. Pathetic.

⮑user61: Ome of the many reasons women aren’t supposed to race in F1

serenawilliams: love seeing a strong woman! Keep up the good work, Y/n! 🏆

⮑yourusername: i gasped

⮑yourusername: the 🐐 is here

user51: PR stunt.

user52: Ruining F1

⮑ user53: She’s turning F1 into a joke

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mercedesamgf1

Proud to announce that we have signed a new driver to fill Valtteri Bottas’ seat! Please officially welcome Y/n L/n to the paddock!

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✧ ⁺ ⁺ don’t wanna stop

at all…┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺ 　°

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Aaaannnnnnd scene!

DIRECTOR’S CUT: hehe part 1 done! Sorry for any innacuracies and/ or mistakes. Turns out making these SMAUs is A LOT of work. Like a boatload of work. Anyway, see u in part 2!

A little background info:

Seb is Spitfire’s mentor and funded her career since 2009

Charles Max and Spitfire terrorized their Karting generation

Seb gave her the nickname- in German F4 she was well known to be very blunt and had a very fast mouth. Seb called her it over live TV once and it stuck

Lando and Spitfire are old friends since they were always a little different from the rest of the kids - she was a girl and he looked like a toddler

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[afrenchwriter]

[...] They were both slightly drunk and in high spirits when they got back into the Bentley. As soon as Crowley started the engine, the same man Aziraphale had always heard in the demon’s car started to sing:

“Tonight, I'm gonna have myself a real good time / I feel alive / And the world, I'll turn it inside out, yeah / I'm floating around in ecstasy / So (Don't stop me now) / (Don't stop me) / 'Cause I'm having a good time / Having a good time…”

Aziraphale watched as a large grin stretch his friend’s lips. Then, the demon made the engine roar and launched the Bentley into the traffic.

The angel immediately gripped his arm, gasping.

“Really, my dear!”

Crowley ignored him and shouted over the music (“…I'm a racing car, passing by like Lady Godiva / I'm gonna go, go, go, there's no stopping me…”):

“I think we should celebrate properly, angel! By doing something we never did!”

Aziraphale stammered at that, couldn’t help but tighten his fingers around his arm. “What do you mean, something we never did?”

Crowley turned his head to look at him (“…I'm travelling at the speed of light / I wanna make a supersonic man outta you…”), offered him a blinding smile.

“Dancing, angel! We should go dancing!”

Aziraphale’s heart leapt in his chest for the umpteenth time that day. It was a universal truth that angels didn’t dance; but Aziraphale wasn’t an ordinary angel – and he couldn’t recall the number of times he had wanted to dance with a certain demon.

Enjoy your day, Aziraphale. Make the most of it, to the very last minute, all right?

Right. He was certainly not going to miss that opportunity Crowley was offering him so wholeheartedly, as he usually did. He slightly loosened his grip around his friend’s arm.

“If we do that,” he said, “I think it would be more reasonable to go back to the bookshop. You know humans are not yet allowed to–”

“Is that a yes, angel?”

(“…I'm a sex machine, ready to reload like an atom bomb / About to oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, explode…”)

Aziraphale felt his cheeks flush. “Yes, Crowley. That’s a yes.”

The very last chapter of In Between Days is giving me a hard time, but at least it gave me the opportunity to finally work around my favourite song of Queen - and yes, there will be dancing (it is a fic for @hasturswig after all, there had to be dancing)! 

[carewyncromwell]

“I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky like a tiger, Defying the laws of gravity -- I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva... I'm gonna go, go, go -- there's no stopping me! I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah! 200 degrees -- that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit! I'm travelling at the speed of light! I wanna make a supersonic man out of you!”

~“Don’t Stop Me Now” by Queen

x~x~x~x

Charlieeee!!! My sweet dragon boi, how long it’s been since I’ve drawn you!! 🥰

I thoroughly blame this on my dear @drinkyoursoupbitch​, for reminding me of how much I love this short king (and yes, the books state this guy -- along with the Weasley twins -- take after their mother Molly and are much more on the stocky side compared to their father Arthur or brothers Bill and Ron). My musical accompaniment while drawing this was the Charlie playlist I made a while back, which you can access here! 

In my headcanon, post-Hogwarts Charlie 1) grows his hair out longer; 2) gets several tattoos (only one of them is visible in this picture: the one on his arm of a Swedish Short-Snout’s bluebell-colored flames); 3) gets several scars and bad burns while working at the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary; and finally 4) pretty consistently wears the band tees he’s either gotten from Muggle concerts he’s attended with Carewyn or as gifts from those concerts she attended that he couldn’t. (Charlie’s favorite Muggle band is Queen, though he also loves other rock artists like Bon Jovi and Guns ‘N Roses. And, naturally, among magical artists, his OTL musically is the Weird Sisters.) I imagine this particular scene being Charlie coolly telling somebody to chill, ‘cause “he’s got this,” before he and his buddies calmly restrain a Hungarian Horntail ten times their size with their wands. 😏

Hope you’re all doing well! Have a magical day! 🐉

[sparkly-key]

A missed rendezvous Pt. 1

First part is written for Whumptober 2023 Day 7 - "I paced around for hours on empty. I jumped at the slightest of sounds." | Alleyway | Radio silence | "Can you hear me?"

Content warning: Panic attack, reference to torture

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Crowley was late.

Well, no, actually, Aziraphale was late, but Aziraphale was punctual to a fault and that was why the angel struggled not to fidget in Crowley’s body, as though doing so would wrinkle the demon’s corporal form.

Whatever confidence he’d feigned in Hell was quickly evaporating.

“Oh, fiddlesticks,” Aziraphale-as-Crowley muttered, running his hands down the top of his thighs. He wrinkled his nose when the fabric that brushed his palms wasn’t his typical soft material, but denim instead.

Agnes Nutters couldn’t have been wrong, could she? The disguised angel had climbed out of the Holy Water unharmed hours ago, with Hell quaking at his back and Michael aghast at the sight. They’d chosen their faces, and seemed to have chosen well.

A slight breeze whispered along the back of Crowley’s neck, eliciting a shiver from the corporation. Aziraphale looked out over the square, the playful zephyr dancing through the treetops. The setting sun’s golden rays were starting to tint the blue sky, a marked difference from the slightly overcast canvas he and Crowley had met under in the park that morning.

“I’m sure we agreed on Berkeley Square,” the angel told himself.

The night of the failed Armageddon, Aziraphale had hastily nixed the idea of meeting at the bandshell, their last conversation there plaguing him. (“Even if I did know where the Antichrist was, I wouldn’t tell you – we’re on opposite sides!”) The bookshop had been a strong possibility, but as a sanctioned embassy of Heaven, it felt too … risky to meet there.

Aziraphale rose to his feet, wringing his hand as he strode toward the Bentley – Belatedly, he realized whose body he was inhabiting and tried to lengthen his stride and not be as tense as he felt.

He slid into the car carefully, the image of the vehicle engulfed in flames still fresh in his memory. Not a scratch, he’d told Crowley-as-Aziraphale that morning.

The Bentley sputtered as he turned the key in the ignition, indignant that the imposter would think it was anything less than perfect.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to offend,” Aziraphale assured it, flexing his hands on the steering wheel. He knew how to drive – had insisted on taking the test before it was required to obtain a license. “Off we go, then, shall we?”

His grip tightened as the Bentley roared to life, darting out into traffic as if Crowley truly was the one driving it.  The pedal pressed against the floor despite Aziraphale lifting his foot off it. It sped through the streets of London, barely letting the angel steer.

The radio crackled to life, music blaring through the speakers as Aziraphale winced.

I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky

Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity –

The angel hemmed as he shut the music off. Maybe he could convince the Bentley to play something more calming, like Bach or Moza-

“GAH!” He cried as the song returned at a deafening level. His hands jerked on the wheel, causing the car to swerve just slightly against the Bentley’s path. (If it had truly been Crowley behind the wheel, the Bentley would not have been so impertinent. Or maybe it would have. It had been a rough couple of days.)

I'm a racing car passing by

Like Lady Godiva

I'm gonna go, go, go

There's no stopping me

“I don’t suppose you could play anything less … rambunctious?” Aziraphale asked hesitantly, raising his voice to be heard over the noise. It went louder. “I should have asked before I shut it off! I’m sure you’re just as worried as I am - I’m sorry!”

The radio didn’t shut off, but it did get drastically quieter.

“Thank you,” the angel sighed.

They reached the park minutes later and as much as Aziraphale complained about going 90 miles an hour through central London, he could admit there were perks.

He got out and patted the Bentley’s hood gratefully as he passed in front of it. The sun had sunk further down the horizon since he’d left Berkeley Square and Aziraphale fought the urge to nod or smile at those starting to leave the park in acknowledgement as he strode toward Crowley’s favorite bench.

It was empty.

He looked toward the path they’d tread earlier, where he’d started to chase after the angels who hustled a bound and gagged Crowley-as-Aziraphale away.

(“Renegade angels, all tied up with string,” Uriel started, their hands folded neatly in front of them.

“These are a few of our favorite things,” Sandalphon concluded, his gold tooth flashing as he smiled cruelly.

Aziraphale didn’t know what was more painful – Hastur’s bat striking his skull or the Sound of Music reference.)

A raucous chorus of quacks erupted from his feet and Aziraphale startled, his eyes drawn to the brood of ducks circling the park bench. The largest of them waddled forward, voicing its impatience as the angel stared at it in befuddlement.

“Sorry, dear things, Crowley isn’t - oh!” He realized, miracling a handful of frozen peas and scattering them on the ground. “Apologies for the confusion, I had forgotten who I was for a moment.”

The fowl crowded closer, pecking the ground greedily. The leader decided that the angel was holding out on it and nipped at his leg.

“How rotten Crowley must spoil you,” Aziraphale murmured, bending to offer another handful of the tiny vegetables to the duck. It showed no wariness as it gobbled hungrily from his palm - of course it wouldn’t fear Crowley, the demon who’d sheltered the blameless goats of the blameless Job as quickly as he’d sheltered his children.

The memory came unbidden and Aziraphale couldn’t stop the small noise that escaped his throat as he recalled days of sitting in this place, nearly driven out of his mind with worry for a demon who’d done something so against his side that the angel had lost him for three and a half decades.

The duck wandered away, sated. His brood followed, their cacophony carrying through the park as the world spun for Aziraphale.

They had been so focused on surviving the threat that they hadn’t truly considered any other alternative. He’d never considered it during either, as he flicked Holy Water at the glass partition while Dagon and Hastur hurried to hide him from the demonic mob that only seemed to grow louder as they exited the room.

(“Get him out of here,” Beelzebub ordered with just a hint of fear. “It’ll cause a riot.”)

Of course Hell would be scared of Crowley, one of their top performers whose creativity alleged indirectly damned millions. (The demon waved away Aziraphale’s concern when he saw Crowley’s report on the Spanish Inquisition.)

But Heaven be afraid of Aziraphale? Preposterous.

Aziraphale sank unceremoniously to the ground, trying to force his breathing to slow like he’d read in one of the psychology textbooks he’d purchased from uni students desperate to get more than $15 for a book they had paid 20 times that for.

What if they’d found out about the switch?

His heart thudded against his rib cage, the beat echoing in his ears.

Surely they would have come after Aziraphale already if that was the case.

“H-he-he’s alive,” the angel stammered, bowing his head as if uttering a prayer. “He has to be.”

Barely even a day earlier, the blond wouldn’t have had a doubt that Heaven and Hell were very different places and of course Crowley was safe, spared from a punishment similar to the one he refused to even mention more than 150 years later. But now he could only think of Gabriel’s frustration that Adam wouldn’t bring about the apocalypse and end humanity.

This was like Edinburgh all over again, cut off from the demon. For a moment, he contemplated another rash of extravagant miracles. Would the Metatron themselves journey down to Earth to intervene in the chaos or would Gabriel step in? If he got started right now, maybe Crowley would be freed before the end of the day.

Or somebody would put together that an apparent demon was drawing on their Grace and Heaven’s power, ending the charade and sending Crowley back to Hell’s execution.

The angel couldn’t wait for decades, years, centuries for his best friend to be freed. He’d have to get the demon himself.

He latched onto the faint ember of hope as though it was a buoy in the storm, forcing himself to calm down.

“I can’t have a heart attack,” he muttered between counts of four. Inhale. One … two … three … four. Exhale. “Firstly, because Crowley would never forgive me for killing this body.”

One … two … three … four. Inhale. One … two … three … four. Exhale.

“Secondly, angels don’t have heart attacks,” he rationalized as it finally no longer hurt to breathe.

As an angel, Aziraphale knew all the ways to get into headquarters. As somebody currently impersonating a demon, he didn’t know if they would work. So it would be easier to be escorted.

With a huff, the angel pushed himself off the ground and headed toward the Bentley.

Next

[hitchell-mope]

Don’t stop me now by Persey, Hades and Hadie

Persey: Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time

I feel alive

And the world is turning inside out, yeah

And floating around in “ecstasy”

(They lay their hand in the middle of the door and pure white lightning spreads from their fingertips)

So don't stop me now

Don't stop me

'Cause I'm having a good time, having a good time

(The doors burst open and Persey starts laying waste to the guards with their electric powers)

I'm a shooting star leaping through the skies

Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity

A racing car passing by

Hades (joining in on the skirmish with her fire powers): like Lady Godiva

I'm gonna go, go, go

There's no stopping me

I'm burnin' through the skies yeah

Two hundred degrees

That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit

I'm trav'ling at the speed of light

I wanna make a supersonic man out of you

Persey and Hadie (now fighting back to back): Don't stop me now

Persey: I'm having such a good time

Hades: I'm having a ball

Both: Don't stop me now

Hades: If they wanna have a good time

Persey: just give me a call

Both: Don't stop me now

Hades: Cause I'm having a good time

Both: Don't stop me now

Persey: Yeah I'm havin' a good time

Both: I don’t wanna stop at all

Hadie (finally joining in on the skirmish with his magic): I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars

On a collision course

I am a satellite

I'm out of control

I am a sex machine ready to reload

Like an atom bomb about to oh oh oh oh oh explode

All three: I'm burnin' through the skies yeah

Two hundred degrees

Hades: That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit

All three: I'm trav'ling at the speed of light

I wanna make a supersonic woman of you

(Persey has felled a guard and is punching him in the face as he he lays on the floor defenceless)

Persey: Don't stop me don't stop me

Don't stop me

Hades (cheering them on): hey hey hey

Persey: Don't stop me don't stop me

Hadie: Ooh ooh ooh

Persey: Don't stop me don't stop me

Hades: Have a good time good time

Persey: Don't stop me don't stop me

(They backflip off the guard and continue the fight)

ooohh

(The fight gets increasingly more violent and bloodier as the three draw closer to the throne room)

All three: Oh, I'm burnin' through the skies yeah

Two hundred degrees

Hades: That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit

Hadie: I'm trav'ling at the speed of light

Persey: I wanna make a supersonic man out of you

(They throw a guard out the window at terminal velocity)

All three: Don't stop me now

Hades: I'm having such a good time

Persey: I'm having a ball

All three: Don't stop me now

Hadie: If you wanna have a good time

(He brains a guard with an earthen golf club)

Just give me a call

All three: Don't stop me now

Hades: Cause I'm having a good time

All three: Don't stop me now

The twins: Yes we’re havin' a good time

All three: We don't want to stop at all

[fogmade]

Yee !  Just posting to announce a faceclaim change for both Helga and Peeta.

[mirclealignr]

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It was a rough case, and it had taken a toll on the whole team in different ways. Spencer was usually slow to come to terms with his feelings and speak about them with the rest of you, but it was always so obvious when he was hurting. You were grateful you could read him like an open book, it meant you could be there without him explicitly asking for your support.

“You want some music?” You asked him, hand hovering over the car radio.

“Sure,” he shrugged, a half hearted smile gracing his lips before he turned to look out the window again.

“Great!” You replied, enthused, turning the volume dial up and skipping through radio stations to find the perfect song.

You’d see a real smile before the end of the night, without a doubt. And with perfect timing, ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ began playing out of car the speakers. You grinned excitedly, it was just what the two of you needed.

Spencer was already nodding his head gently to the beat of the infamous Queen song, but that wasn’t enough for you. As you tapped your fingers against the steering wheel, you looked over with an anticipated smile.

“I’m a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva!” You belted, laughing and flunking the next lyrics when Spencer turned his head abruptly in shock.

“I’m burning through the sky, yeah! Two hundred degrees, that’s why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit!” You continued, dancing around in your seat, “I’m travelling at the speed of light, I wanna make a supersonic man outta you!”

Spencer’s smile grew slowly by the second, and soon he’d plucked up enough courage to join in, “Don’t stop me now!” Spencer sang with a grin.

You quickly squealed in excitement, careful not to miss your cue, “I’m having such a good time, I’m having a ball!”

“Don’t stop me now!” He repeated.

“If you wanna have a good time, just give me a call!” You laughed, voice straining to keep up with Freddie’s.

Spencer laughed heartily, looking at you before back at the dark road ahead, knowing he had you there to cheer him up whenever he needed it. He loved you, and one day he’d say it out loud with as much confidence as he did in his head.

[astudyinfreewill]

Dean’s Top 13 Queen Traxx (listen on Spotify)

Side A - for life until you met him

1. We Will Rock You (for the early years’ bravado)

buddy, you’re a young man, hard man / shouting in the street, gonna take on the world someday / you got blood on your face, you big disgrace / waving your banner all over the place

2. I Want To Break Free (for families that hang heavy around your neck)

but life still goes on / i can’t get used to living without, living without / living without you by my side / i don’t want to live alone, hey / god knows, got to make it on my own / so baby, can’t you see / i’ve got to break free?

3. Hammer To Fall (for when it’s you and your family against the world)

here we stand or here we fall / history won’t care at all / make the bed, light the light / Lady Mercy won’t be home tonight

4. Bohemian Rhapsody (for when you realize you don’t want to die)

mama, life had just begun / but now i’ve gone and thrown it all away / mama, ooh, didn’t mean to make you cry / if i’m not back again this time tomorrow / carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

5. We Are The Champions (for when you go down swinging)

i’ve paid my dues time after time / i’ve done my sentence, but committed no crime / and bad mistakes, i’ve made a few / i’ve had my share of sand kicked in my face / but i’ve come through

6. Save Me (for when an angel rescues you from hell)

save me, save me, save me / don’t let me face this life alone / save me, save me, oh, save me / i’m naked and i’m far from home

Side B - for him

7. Don’t Stop Me Now (for when death can’t keep you down and it’s because of him)

i’m a shooting star, leaping through the sky like a tiger / defying the laws of gravity / i’m a racing car, passing by like lady godiva / i’m gonna go go go there’s no stopping me / burning through the sky, yeah / 200 degrees, that’s why they call me mr fahrenheit / i’m travelling at the speed of light, i wanna make a supersonic man out of you

8. Under Pressure (for when you teach him about love and learn a thing or two)

‘cause love’s such an old fashioned word / and love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night / and love dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves

9. You’re My Best Friend (for when he just needs to know)

oh, you’re the best friend that i ever had / i’ve been with you such a long time / you’re my sunshine and i want you to know / that my feelings are true / i really love you

10. Love Of My Life (for when he leaves; and he leaves; and he leaves)

love of my life, you’ve hurt me / you’ve broken my heart and now you leave me / love of my life, can’t you see? / bring it back, bring it back / don’t take it away from me

11. Too Much Love Will Kill You (for when you think he deserves better than you)

i’m just the shadow of the man i used to be / and it seems like there’s no way out of this for me / i used to bring you sunshine / now all i ever do is bring you down

12. Who Wants To Live Forever (for when you lose hope)

there’s no time for us, there’s no place for us / what is this thing that builds our dreams / yet slips away from us?

13. Somebody To Love (for when you find it again)

got no feel, got no rhythm / i just keep losing my beat / i’m okay, i’m alright / i ain’t gonna face no defeat / I just gotta get out of this prison cell / one day i’m gonna be free, Lord / find me somebody to love!

[theladybarnes]

AVENGERS, ASSEMBLE - CH10: GOODBYES FOR NOW

I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva I'm gonna go, go, go, There's no stopping me!

FEATURING: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, & The Avengers WORD COUNT: 2,425 SERIES MASTERLIST: ★

The traffic comes to a halt on the way to central park. Tony insisted on taking you there himself. Of course it was most likely the fact he wanted to show up in his new Acura. The engine roared with every press to the gas. “We should’ve taken a cab. The cabbies always know the best routes.” you sighed against the seat.

He glanced over at you, shades covering up the fake hurt in his eyes. “And miss out on taking this beauty out for the day? Tell me you don’t love her purr.” He followed up pressing on the gas again for a minute and looked at you gauging your reaction.

“Tony, cool it. People around us are starting to stare.”

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with people staring at you the other day.”

Now this certainly caught your attention. “Just what exactly are you talking about?” Unfortunately, traffic decided to move forward and Tony had to focus on the road. It was a whole minute before he giggled. “Tony, tell me!” you whined, giving his arm a light slap.

“You mean to tell me that all during lunch yesterday, you didn’t notice at all just how Rogers was staring at you?” The wind whipped your hair around your face, covering up the shocked expression that currently crossed your face. “Seriously, Sprout? Even Romanoff was getting annoyed with how much he kept focusing on you. At one point he wasn’t even eating, just resting his dumb face on his hand looking at you.”

“You’re wrong.” You stared ahead not looking at his reaction anymore. “He was just..tired.”

TWO DAYS AGO

The team all stumbled out of the black SUVs Natasha had taken. Not that anyone in SHIELD would have protested to the seven of you. A part of you felt kind of bad looking in the back to see all the guys squished up together but after Natasha volunteered to drive, it only made sense to call shotgun and join her. Especially when she was so kind as to give you control of the radio. Much to Tony’s dismay.

“Tony, you know I really do think they’re gonna be a little bit busy.” Clint muttered, eyeing the broken in front window. The door barely hung on the hinges and there was glass everywhere. The majority of the group was pretty much against it originally, but after Tony happily reminded them that he just fell back from earth hungry. No one really had the heart to say no.

“Nonsense, Barton. From the looks of it, the business could do them some good.”

So, the rest of you piled in helping set up a fallen table and pulled in chairs together. The store owners of course were delighted not only to have the Avengers of all people but also customers. Tony, ever the social butterfly, buttered them up with selfies, autographs, and claims about how they have the best shawarma around town.

They ate it up so fast, urging all of you to sit down immediately and began to cook up the group food. Somehow you got squished in between Thor and Tony despite your attempts to sit next to Steve. The blonde glanced over at you from across the table with a small smile. Natasha beside him helped Clint with a current neck pain before she tended to her own aches.

It’s not long until you were all given assorted amounts of the delicious shawarma and side dishes. Thor and Steve immediately dive in, the two’s appetites are vastly larger than the groups. The rest of you took more normal amounts of food on your trays and joined in on the eating. For the most part, it was Tony, Thor, and Clint that took up most of the conversations.

Fatigue hit you a lot faster than you expected. Every now and then you attempted to join in on topics brought up, especially ones where Thor questioned Midgaridan culture, but you slowly found yourself sitting back on it. There were moments you would try and ask the others questions about themselves, wanting to know them from outside of work. Steve would always answer enthusiastically, causing you to grin over at his responses. Natasha would chime in now and then, a small smile on her face when you’d turn to her. She was probably amused by it all.

Eventually, the noise died down, the team began to eat slower, talk less, and just settle into their own individual tiredness. “We should remember this day.” you mused quietly. Murmurs of confused noises were all that you got from them. Reaching into Tony’s pocket, you ignored the slaps he gave to your hands and pulled out his phone. Standing a few steps back, you aimed the camera at the rest of the team. They didn’t seem to notice really till the phone's camera shuttered.

It wasn’t posed or anything, just candid and simple. Natasha looked over her shoulder at you curiously. “What about you?” she asked quietly. A hint of concern in her tone. “I’m fine being right here. Besides, this one is just for me.” You walked over to show her the screen. “First mission with my friends.” Steve picked his head up to look up at you, a smile on his face again. Natasha mirrored his expression before grimacing when she noticed you were looking at Steve again.

“Alright, let’s pack things up. We still got some work to wrap up.” Clint grunted, scooting out of his seat. The rest of you began to help pick up the trash, Steve even offering to help the store owners before they convinced the group to leave.

Before you could make your way out, Tony pulled you back, taking you to stand by the company logo in the back of the room. He took his phone back and held it up in front of the two of you. Wordlessly he urged you to pose like him. With a small smile you held up the peace sign beside him and posed for the picture.

“This one’s just for me. Sprout’s first mission.”

You’re taken back by his comment and can’t help but hug him again. “You keep making me cry today.” you laughed letting him go. Tony shook his head with a chuckle. “And it’ll be the last time today. Promise.”

Steve had waited behind for you guys to catch up. The same gleaming expression was on his face as the two of you approached. Tony did his best not to groan at the sight of Steve looking at you the way he did, but you were a little distracted when the blonde laid his hand on your shoulder. His warm hand cupped at the base of your neck and shoulder.

“You two ready to go?”

The car rolled up to the destination without you even being aware. The memory pulled you into such a heavy distraction that the car ride flew by. Tony was just finishing up his version of the story when you laughed over at him. “Oh God, you weren’t even paying attention were you?”

“Nope.”

At first glance the only other cars in the area were Tony’s car, Steve bike, and the standard SHIELD car that they usually give for quick city visits. You really tried not to stare too long at Steve as he cut the engine off on his bike and kicked the brake bar out. The sound of the car’s trunk being closed tore you away from the distraction.

Getting out of the car, you glanced down to the briefcase in Tony’s hands. “Glad we could get this thing off earth.” Tony mumbled. His focus stayed on the silver case. “I couldn’t agree more.” No matter what secrets this thing could hold for humanity, all it brought along with it was chaos.

Another car pulled up to the curb, you turned in time to see Thor come out the door before he reached in to grab Loki. The man was rewarded with heavy cuff links and a muzzle courtesy of his older brother. Two more men in black suits exited the car before it took off. The SHIELD agents walked off to stand guard of the area.

Bruce, Tony, and Dr. Selvig had worked together to create a device that would not only hold onto the tesseract but also be able to transport Thor and Loki back to Asgard. Once the cube was secured, the group slowly made their way to saying their goodbyes. Thor quickly shared a few words with his friend before nodding at you to come over.

“Little Lady, it was quite the honor fighting alongside you.”

You suddenly felt very sad to think it might be a very long time till you saw Thor again. He was surprisingly such an easy guy to become friends with. You could see yourself having all kinds of adventures if he stuck around long enough. “Thanks for sticking by my side. I hope our next meeting will be under better circumstances.” you peeked over his shoulder to catch Loki glaring at the two of you.

“I promise we’ll meet again. You can even get around to showing me that tube thing you spoke so highly of.”

“You mean Youtube, Thor. And I will if you promise to bring me back some of those Asgardian weapons you were telling me about. I could use one.”

He nodded with a laugh before he quickly pulled you into a big bear hug. The air left your lungs quick as he swayed a bit before setting you down. The two of you turned to catch Loki and Steve with slight annoyed looks. “Well, Pigeon, I’d say I’d hate to see you leave but we both know that would be a lie.” you smirked. Considering his mouth was covered, all he replied to you was with a shrug and turned his face away.

Steve quietly ushered you to the side as the two began to set up for their departure. It was the first time you had seen him since the other day. You took a second to actually look over his outfit. It was a lot similar to the one he wore when you both agreed to work together. Playfully, you nudged at his boot with yours. Though he kept his face forward, he didn’t hesitate to nudge your foot back with his.

The rest of the group moved to surround the two as they suddenly turned into a bright blue light and shot up into the sky. All of you left in awe of what you just witnessed. If you haven’t already had such a weird week, that was surely someway to end it.

Not long after that, the group began to disperse. Ready to head their separate ways. Natasha and Clint were back by their car to give Bruce a bag. Hopefully he won't need to help out for a while. Him and the big guy deserved a break. Tony and Steve shocked you by peacefully parting ways with a hard hand shake. Slowly you approached the two of them and gave them a small smirk. “I’m glad to see you two are getting along.” you cooed, leaning against Tony’s car.

Steve rubbed the back of his neck with a chuckle. “What can I say? Looks like we’ve managed to find some common ground.” Tony hummed in agreement before he mimicked your position. “Cap’s right. We both got something worth keeping the peace for.” Steve glanced over at you before he left over to say his goodbye to Bruce.

Tony stood silent next to you while your gaze was focused on Steve’s back. “Stare any longer and I think he might get the idea that you like him.” A gasp fell past your lips and you nudged his side. “C’mon, kid. You can’t keep moving at such a glacial pace. I thought that was more his style.”

You stared at him confused a bit before he spoke up again. “You know, because he was frozen?” When you didn’t laugh at his joke he let out a feigned groan. “Well you better get talking to him anyway because I gave up your seat.” Bruce walked over towards you two now with a small smile.

“It’s nice to see you again, Scout. Hope you don’t mind.” he chuckled as Tony helped take his bags to the back of the car. Bruce could ask for anything from you after the other day. You could never be thankful enough for him and the big guy. You placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a genuine smile before allowing him to enter the car.

It’s when they’re both seated in the car that you look back at them finally. “You two gonna go off and have fun science parties?”

“You bet your ass.” Tony adjusted his glasses back on his face before he looked over at you. “You gonna be okay? If Rogers doesn’t keep up with that chivalry that Dad spoke so much about, I can send Bruce here to rough him up a bit.”

The three of you all glanced over to Steve who was patiently waiting for you to join him by his bike. His eyebrows shot up and looking from the blush on his cheeks, he must have heard some bit of the conversation.

“I wouldn’t say it’s Steve you have to worry about.” You stood away from the car and waved down at the two. “Don’t wait up.” you joked before turning to run over to Steve. The last you hear from the car is Bruce letting out a laugh and Tony peeling away from the curb.

Steve’s smile grew the closer you got towards him. There was no telling where the road of your relationship may go. For all you knew, today could be the only day where things work out or end up sizzling out. What you did know was that you wanted nothing else but to go out on this ride.

“From what I remember, I owe you dinner.”

“I could go for that right now. I heard about this nice place actually.”

Steve handed you the helmet from under the seat and waited until you were strapped on and on the back of his back before he spoke up again. “Where to?” he asked over his shoulder.

“Brooklyn.”

The two of you laughed for a moment before he nodded his head and kicked the bike’s roaring engine on. Steering the two of you into the city’s glowing sunset.

A/N: Thank you to everyone that read this series. It didn’t get as much reading as I had hoped but there’s still gonna be a continuing. I hope you guys are ready for more Scout. Next story will take place in CA: TWS

[flamencodiva]

Curse to Karaoke 1 - Just Want To Have a Good Time With You

Description: Dean and Y/N get hit with a spell on a witch hunt. What happens when they don’t realize the spell has taken effect?

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst, Fluff, Singing, Violence, Eventual Smut (*warnings may changed based on how the story is written)

Word Count: 3577

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics​

Curse to Karaoke Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Dean and Y/N stalked through the abandoned building. They had traced a witch back to it after a series of unexplained deaths occurred. 

“Man I hate Witches!” Dean groaned as he saw the ingredients for a spell that included, a rotting bird and what seemed like bones of a swan. 

“You and me both Winchester… You and me both… Yuck,” She hissed as what looked like a heart sitting in the middle of what looked like a summoning ritual. 

Y/N looked to the elder Winchester and sighed. She had met him on a vampire hunt two years ago and they had met on and off for hunts ever since. Always ending in drinking and sexual tension that ended with each of them looking for release from other people. Y/N shook her head looking at the ingredients and made a small gagging noise. 

“Did Sam say what these people did before they kicked the bucket?” Y/N asked as she rounded the corner, her gun out and ready. 

“Well, supposedly it started out with singing...singing Y/N…. If that is not evil I don't know what is,” Dean scoffed. 

“I resent that Dean-o… It depends on the song and how you sing it,” Y/N raised her eyebrow pointedly at him. 

“You are never going to let me live down that I sang ‘Right Said Fred I’m too sexy’ are you,” Dean sighed. 

“Nope,” Y/N smiled and winked at him, making him groan. 

 Dean was sure that Y/N didn't know the effect she had on him. Even though he had sung the song as a demon once, it only took five shots of whiskey and three redheaded slut shots for her to get him to do it again. Y/N had fallen on the floor laughing her drunk ass off when he did it, only for Dean to have his revenge when she sang ‘Rupaul's Supermodel.’ It was a good memory to have before things got fuzzy and they were in separate rooms with different people. 

 “Ok, so according to Sam, these people just kept singing and ended up dancing until they just dropped dead…. He’s trying to piece together how though.” Dean looked behind a door with his pistol at the read while Y/N surveyed a separate room. 

 “Ok, well, hopefully, no one was singing any show tunes… that's just wrong.” Y/N gave a shudder and shook the thought out of her head. 

 Dean chuckled as they made their way back down. Before either of them could realize what happened, they were thrown back by a blast of light. The witch began to chant her incantation as Dean and Y/N aimed their guns and pumped her full of witch killing bullets. Both of them grunted as they stood Dean helping Y/N who held her side. 

 “That’s going to bruise,” She moaned. 

 “Yeah, lets head back to the bunker and tell Sam we got it taken care of,” Dean winced as he limped off. 

 Reaching the bunker Dean and Y/N made it to the library where Sam was waiting for them. Dean and Y/N plopped their duffels on the war room table before sighing. Y/N cracked her neck and gave a small groan as she stretched. The shirt she was wearing rose just a bit for Dean to see the skin under it making him cough as he turned and blushed. Y/N shook out her sore muscles before walking to Sam. 

 “Ding Dong the witch is dead, Sam,” She smiled as she gave him a warm hug and smiled. 

 “Good to see you guys are back in one piece, did she wammy you guys?” Sam chuckled looking at the state of his brother and best friend. 

 “Yeah she said something weird, I’ll write it down and we can see what it actually does,” Y/N grabbed the legal pad off the table and began scribbling on it. 

 Dean held back a groan as she sat on top of the table, her legs crossed, pun resting on her lip as she thought about the witch's incantation. Dean turned around and adjusted himself biting his bottom lip some. This was his best friend and he couldn't cross the line with her, sure they flirted but that was the extent of it. It was harmless, and she didn't have the same feelings, right? No, she couldn't have, besides with the life that they led he knew it would only be a matter of time when fate decided to rip his happiness away. 

 It started gradually, Y/N and Dean looked at each other and it was almost as if they could hear music surrounding them. Sam watched as Y/N finished writing the incantation and slammed it on to Sam’s chest as she walked to Dean. 

 “Tonight, I'm gonna have myself a real good time. I feel alive and the world I'll turn it inside out, yeah” Y/N belted out as she walked to Dean. “And floating around in ecstasy. So” 

 “don't stop me now don't stop me” Dean joined in with her as Sam raised his eyebrow at them. 

 “Uhhhhhh, Guys?” He tried to get their attention. 

 “ 'Cause I'm having a good time, having a good time” Y/N trailed her finger along Dean’s chest before she jogged her way to her room. Dean followed behind making his way to his. 

 “I'm a shooting star, leaping through the sky Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity” Y/N belted as she turned in her room while she changed into a corset and skin tight Jeans. “I'm a racing car, passing by like Lady Godiva,” she paused at the door after slipping into her black four-inch sued stilettos and dragged her body along the frame. 

 “Uhhhhh, Y/N…. what is going on?” Sam waved his hand in front of her face and watched as Dean turned in his doorway shaking his ass. 

“I'm gonna go, go, go” they both vocalized while Y/N brought herself up. “There's no stopping me I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah Two hundred degrees, That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit, I'm traveling at the speed of light” Y/N and Dean met in the center of the hallway where Dean grabbed her hips while Y/N bent her back away from him and Dean gave her a small roll where she brought her chest to his.  “I wanna make a supersonic man out of you” She placed her nose to his before pushing away from him. 

“Don't stop me now,” they vocalized

“I'm having such a good time, I'm having a ball.” Y/N sang as she slid across one of the library tables while singing. 

“Don't stop me now” she vocalized with Dean

“If you wanna have a good time, just give me a call” she grabbed her phone before tossing it to Sam who almost dropped and moved out of the Way as dean and Y/N moved around. 

“Don't stop me now,” they echoed.  

“'cause I'm having a good time” Y/N jumped off the table and towards the bookcase placing her back against it before she slips down. 

“Don't stop me now” Dean stood in the middle of the library facing Y?N legs slightly apart as he moved his arm in a windmill motion while swaying his hip and bringing his arm down bending at the elbow. 

“yes, I'm havin' a good time I don't want to stop at all” Y/N got up and made her way to the garage where she used the railing to spin and shimmy her hips. 

“Ok… this is weird… Um, guys HELLO! We’re belting out Queen here what’s going on?” Sam clapped his hands but it was no use. 

“Yeah, I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars,” Dean slid down the hall to land right by Y/N in the garage. “On a collision course... I am a satellite, I'm out of control” He winked at her as he grabbed her hips and smirked as she swayed them. 

“Oh, god I know this part….” Sam groaned. 

“I am a sex machine, ready to reload” Dean pumped his arm in a piston motion as he jumped up from his knees in front of Y/N. “Like an atom bomb about to” He jumped over the railing landing in the floor of the garage before heading to Baby and sliding across her hood. 

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh explode” Y/N sang with him as she leaned her body on baby and tilted her head back. 

“I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah. Two hundred degrees. That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit” Dean circled around the car taking Y/N’s hand before pulling in her as she spun into his chest and he ground his hips into her. “I'm traveling at the speed of light, I wanna make a supersonic woman of you” He turned her to press his chest against hers before dipping her. 

“Don't stop me, don't stop me” Y/N pushed away from him while wagging her finger at him. 

“Don't stop me, hey, hey, hey” Dean joined in as they opened the doors to Baby and were about to climb in when Y/N stood on top of the door frame and smiled singing at Dean. 

“Don't stop me, don't stop me, Ooh ooh ooh,”, they continued to dance around Baby with Sam trying to get their attention. 

“I like it,” Y/N belted out. “Don't stop me, don't stop me” 

“Have a good time, good time” Dean turned in his spot before they climbed into Baby and he started the car.  “Don't stop me, don't stop me, ah, Oh yeah Alright” They vocalized as Sam jumped into the backseat. 

“Oh, I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah, Two hundred degrees That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit. I'm traveling at the speed of light” Y/N sang as she pulled her self out of Baby’s open window as Dean sped down the road wind in her hair. 

“Y/N! Seriously! Dean what are you guys doing!” Sam screeched as Dean hung out the window while driving baby. 

“I wanna make a supersonic man out of you” Y/N sank back into the Impala and smiled as she pinched Dean's ass. 

“Don't stop me now, I'm having such a good time, I'm having a ball, Don't stop me now. If you wanna have a good time (wooh) Just give me a call (alright)” They sang together their faces inches from each other. 

“DEAN WATCH THE ROAD!” Sam held on to dear life as Dean continued driving along the road while singing with Y/N. 

“Don't stop me now ('cause I'm having a good time, yeah yeah), Don't stop me now (yes, I'm havin' a good time). I don't want to stop at all” They held the last line together before Y/N began vocalizing and settling on the opposite side of Dean's, with her head out the window. 

“La da da da daah. Da da da haa.Ha da da ha ha haaa, Ha da daa ha da da aaa. Ooh ooh ooh” Y/N finished. 

 Sam watched Dean and Y/N intently as they stopped singing. Dean looked to Y/N as if nothing happened. 

 “So we, headin to spurs?” Dean smiled as he looked at Sam from the rearview mirror. “Hey, you let Y/N take the front seat this time!” 

 “Thank Sam,” Y/N smiled at him as she adjusted her leather jacket.  

 “Ummmmm, huh,” Sam gave a chuckle. “Are you guys ok?” 

 Dean scoffed and raised his eyebrow at Sam, “yeah why? We’re just headed to spurs like we always do after a hunt!” Dean leaned into the driver's seat as he drove with one hand on the wheel and the other out the window. 

The Impala rolled into the dirt parking lot of the small dive bar where the trio made their way inside. Y/N and Dean climbed out of the car while Sam hung back looking at them he tilted his head curiously and squinted his eyes at them slightly. They didn’t even know they were singing. He thought back to the spell Y/N wrote and his eyes widened. 

 “Oh, fuck!” he cursed as she scrambled out of the Impala to go after them. 

By the time Sam made it into the bar, Y/N and Dean had grabbed a couple of stools and ordered their drinks. They were well into drinking their shots trying to out drink each other. Then it happened, Y/N started to receive free drinks and began flirting with a guy by the pool tables. Of course, Sam knew she was just trying to hustle them for money but something happened and Dean began to seethe a little. He downed a shot and took another glance at Y/N. 

 “I know there's no form, and no labels to put on to this thing we keep and dip into when we need,” Dean gave Y/N a sideways glance as he sang the words. “And I don't have the right, to ask where you go at night. But the waves hit my head, to think someone's in your bed,” He slammed the glass down and turned his back to the bar while looking at Y/N. 

 “Ummmm, I didn't even know you knew this song,” Sam muttered and looked around but no one else seemed to notice what was going on. 

“I get a little bit, Genghis Khan. I don't want you to get it on with nobody else but me with nobody else but me” Dean jumped off the Stool and pointed to Y/N as she circled the pool table letting one of the men touch her hips as he ‘taught’ her to play pool. 

Sam watched as he made his way to one of the support beams and pressed his back against it while slamming his fist into it in frustration glancing at Y/N. 

“I get a little bit, Genghis Khan, don't want you to get it on with nobody else but me, with nobody else but me” Dean pushed off the beam and turned while sliding towards the bar. 

“And the lights, they glow, like I just lost the World War and the scene slips away to the evenness I fake,” He slapped back his drink and looked back to watch Y/N sink a ball into the pocket with delight while she flirted with the stranger. 

Sam raised his eyes at his brother as he paid attention to the lyrics. 

“It's a cheat somewhere, 'Cause I don't really want you, girl. But you can't be free 'Cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene” Dean slid once again from the bar and turned on the spot. 

Sam took one more look around and noticed that no one was paying attention except him. 

“I get a little bit, Genghis Khan. I don't want you to get it on with nobody else but me, with nobody else but me.” Dean pointed to Y/N legs spread apart as he ran his hand down his body while thrusting his hips. 

“Woah! Ok, did not need to see that move,” Sam huffed and tried to get Dean's attention but to no use. 

“I get a little bit, Genghis Khan, don’t want you to get it on with nobody else but me, with nobody else but me” Dean continued the move until he moved back to the beam leaning on it once again shaking his head. “I wanna make up my mind, but I don't know myself. No, I don't know myself.” he tilted his head back into the beam with a sad look as he sang. “I wanna make up my mind but I don't know myself. No, I don't know myself. I wanna make up my mind, but I don't know myself. No, I don't know myself” 

Sam watched as Dean slid onto the bar floor on his knees as he sang what felt like the ending of the song. 

“I get a little bit, Genghis Khan. I don't want you to get it on, with nobody else but me. With nobody else but me.” He brought up a knee in order to push himself and spin on both of them using his other foot to stop himself. “I get a little bit, Genghis Khan, don't want you to get it on, with nobody else but me. With nobody else but me.” Dean jumped up and made his way back to the bar as if nothing happened. 

 Sam sat there with his mouth gaped open staring at his brother. 

 “What?” dean huffed almost in annoyance as he watched Y/N saunter happily over to them with a wad of cash in her hands. 

 “Guess who just got us 3 grand?” Y/N said as she leaned against Dean, “Looks like my boobs were good for something,” She said as she winked at him, making him chuckle. 

 “You don't know the half of it, Sweetheart.” He muttered as she finished his drink. “Why don't you order us some food while I see if I can hustle us some more,” He kissed her cheek and walked away. 

 “Y/N?” Sam gave her a curious look. 

 “Yeah, Sam?” Y/N knocked back her shot before ordering two double bacon cheeseburgers with fried egg and fries and a salad for Sam. 

 “You didn’t notice anything weird with Dean?” Sam leaned towards her. 

 Y/N shrugged, “No weirder than usual.” 

 Sam watched as Y/N eyed Dean and how she focused on a girl that began flirting with Dean. Y/N smiled at the bartender as he placed the drinks and food in front of them. 

 “Black sheep, come home, Black sheep, come home, Black sheep, come home” Y/N began as she looked at Dean. 

“Oh no not again!” Sam moaned as he let his head fall to the bar top. 

“Hello again, friend of a friend I knew you when.” Y/N began moving her head to a guitar rhythm that suddenly surrounded them. “Our common goal was waiting for the world to end.” She did it again. “Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend,” She made her way to the bar top as Sam pulled the food to safety as she marched on it. “You crack the whip, shape-shift and trick the past again” Y/N slid down to her knees before opening them to switch leaning to another side. 

“OK, this is… I need to fix this… what the…” Sam’s eyes widened as she walked to Dean with a bottle and he sat down as she kneeled pouring a shot into his open mouth before she grabbed his hair, pulling him and pushing her away from him. “What is this Coyote Ugly?” Sam muttered as she continued to sway her hips on the bar top. 

“Sending my love on a wire, lift you up every time, everyone, ooh, pulls away, ooh from you” Y/N ran her hands across her body as she swayed her hips. “Got balls of steel, got an automobile for a minimum wage. Got real estate, I'm buying it all up in outer space.” Y/N made her way off the bar top as Dean began grinding with her. Before turning to the girl he was flirting with to dance with her. 

“Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend, you crack the whip, shape-shift, and trick the past again” Y/N belted out as she walked to a thin metal pole that Sam didn’t notice as she used it to dance and grind. 

“Sending my love on a wire, lift you up every time, everyone, ooh, Pulls away, ooh.” Y/N twirled on the pole before wrapping her legs around it and using it as a stripper would. 

“I didn't really need to see this side of you Y/N/N,” Sam moaned. 

“It's a mechanical bull at number one, you'll take a ride from anyone, everyone wants a ride, pulls away, ooh, from you” Y/N got off the pole and made her way back to the bar top. 

Sam watched as she took a bite of her burger as if nothing strange happened. Y/N could feel Sam’s eyes on her and she rolled her eyes not bothering to swallow her food. 

“What Sam?” Y/N swallowed and looked around. “Is there something wrong?” 

“Y/N… You… You didn't notice?” Sam ran his hand through his hair in frustration. 

“Notice what?” Dean asked as he made his appearance, “Ohhh bacon cheeseburger with a fried egg, Awesome!” 

“Hey what happened to sweetcheeks over there?” Y/N asked as she bumped Dean. 

Dean shrugged, “Wasn't feeling it.” 

Dean and Y/N ignored Sam as they talked about the prospects of the people in the bar. Sam scoffed and shook his head. 

“What Sam?” Dean and Y/N growled. 

Sam sighed, “Nothing, nothing… Maybe I’m going crazy or something.” 

The rest of the night was filled with jokes and more drinks before the headed to the bunker. Sam watched as Dean and Y/N looked at each other blushing before wishing each other goodnight and going to their own rooms. Sam was on his way to his when he heard soft strings of music surrounding the bunker. 

“Oh fuck!”

Part 2 

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[morimallow]

Waking Up To You On A Rainy Sunday Morning

Read part one here.

Pairings: Tetsuro Kuroo x reader, Koutarou Bokuto x reader, Keiji Akaashi x reader, Kei Tsukishima x reader

Tetsuro Kuroo

HE IS A HEAVY SLEEPER AND JUST THIS MORNING, HE UNCONSCIOUSLY KICKED YOU OFF THE BED.

Instead of kicking him off too, you just decided to connect your phone to the speaker placed on the bedside table where he's facing.

You played the song Don't Stop Me Now by Queen, the rain and booming thunder singing along.

I'm a shooting star, leaping through the sky

Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity

I'm a racing car, passing by like Lady Godiva

I'm gonna go, go, go

There's no stopping me

He started groaning as you sing along to the loud music.

“Shut uuuuuuuppppppppp.” and he placed two pillows to cover his ears.

You sat on his stomach and started to sway your hips to the beat.

I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah

Two hundred degrees

That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit

I'm traveling at the speed of light

I wanna make a supersonic man out of you, you sang loudly as you squished his face with both of your hands.

“I hate you so much, let me sleep.”

“You dickhead, you kicked me off the bed as if I was a soccer ball!”

Koutarou Bokuto

Bokkun is a sweet being and he loves to sway your hips together to slow beats. ma'am I am weak 🥺

You were playing with Bokuto's drooped hair because you woke up to the sound of thunder and you started to think how lucky and loved you are by this man.

There I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired, lonely place

Walls of insincerity

He started to wake up to you gentle voice ringing in his ear. You don't really say you love him verbally. But once in a while, you'd sing a song to relay your feelings since he always needs reassurance.

Shifting eyes and vacancy vanished when I saw your face

All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you

“It was for me, too,” he whispered as you continued to sing. He held your hand and guided you to the middle of the room.

Your eyes whispered "have we met?"

Across the room your silhouette starts to make it's way to me

He placed both his strong hands on the curve of your hips after he placed yours around his neck.

The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks, like passing notes in secrecy

And it was enchanting to meet you

All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you

Tears started falling as you sang, remembering every lovely gaze he gave, his soft touch..

You love this man so much you want to marry him then and there.

He placed his forehead against yours as he whispered I love you's over and over.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonder struck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you

“You're the love of my life.”

Keiji Akaashi

I honestly don't know why I picture Akaashi as a religious Christian. :)))))

You were still awake at 3AM when it started to rain.

It reminded you of how you and Akaashi first met. It was at a concert of Hillsong Worship. You went there alone and sat beside him. He prolly felt your faith when you were singing and he adoooooored you so.

It was raining at that time too so you thought of singing the song when you caught him staring at you.

Take this fainted heart

Take these tainted hands

Wash me in your love

Come like grace again

Akaashi lazily hugged you from behind as he heard you sing.

Even when my strength is lost

I'll praise you

Even when I have no song

I'll praise you

Even when it's hard to find the words

Louder then I'll sing your praise

You finished the song together then gave you a peck on the lips. He went back to bed because baby is drained. Skshdkshsa

Kei Tsukishima

You insisted to have a sleepover at your house because your parents went abroad.

Plus you heard that a storm will pass by a tonight.

Even though you're sleeping on the same bed as Kei, you still don't know if he is comfortable with you holding him so you just hugged yourself to sleep.

The loud thunder woke you up and you hastily sat up to get your comfort blanket under the bed.

As you wrap the blanket around you, lighting illuminated the dimly lit room and that startled you.

You start to sing the song you always sing when you're scared and alone (Suffocate by Hayd), forgetting that your boyfriend Kei is right beside you sleeping.

You said stay here

But I'm running out of air

I hope you know

As I wait

I suffocate

Your voice was trembling with fear as the sound of thunder empowers your voice.

I hope you know

I hope you know

The air gets cold

When you don't hold me

It was the first time Kei heard you sing. It was heavenly, he thought. But you were scared.

He snaked his arms around your body covered in your comfort blanket, “You should've told me you were afraid. I'm here, okay..?”

“Just sing and follow my voice, this storm is nothing.”

The sky turns grey

The sky turns grey

The flowers fade

And blow away

You slept peacefully after that in your boyfriend's arms.

[kilesplaysthings]

classic songs for the IkeSen boys~

from a playlist compiled by yours truly ;) Was a bit iffy about the Mitsunari and Yoshimoto ones, but I think there’s some fitting lyrics there! What do y’all think? :D

Nobunaga: Back in Black by AC/DC

Back in black, I hit the sack. I've been too long, I'm glad to be back. Yes, I'm let loose from the noose that's kept me hanging about. I've been looking at the sky 'cause it's gettin' me high. Forget the hearse, 'cause I never die. I got nine lives; cat's eyes; abusin' every one of them, and running wild. ‘Cause I’m back, yes I’m back. Back in black. Yes, I’m back in black.  

Hideyoshi: Hearts on Fire by John Cafferty

Time will not allow you to stand still, no. Silence breaks the heart and bends the will, and things that give deep passions are your sword. Rules and regulations have no meaning anymore. Hearts on fire. Strong desire rages deep within. Hearts on fire. Fever's rising high. The moment of truth is here...

Mitsuhide: Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Tears for Fears

It's my own desire. It's my own remorse. Help me to decide. Help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure. Nothing ever lasts forever. Everybody wants to rule the world.  

Ieyasu: Carry on, Wayward Son by Kansas

Masquerading as a man with a reason, my charade is the event of the season. And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely means that I don't know. On a stormy sea of moving emotion, tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean. I set a course for winds of fortune, but I hear the voices say 

Carry on my wayward son. For there'll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest. Don't you cry no more.  

Masamune: Born to be Wild by Steppenwolf

I like smoke and lightning, heavy metal thunder, racin' with the wind, and the feelin' that I'm under. Yeah Darlin' go make it happen. Take the world in a love embrace. Fire all of your guns at once and explode into space.  

Like a true nature's child, we were born, born to be wild. We can climb so high. I never wanna die. Born to be wild...  

Mitsunari: Beautiful Loser by Bob Seger

He’s your oldest and your best friend. If you need him, he’ll be there again.

He’s always willing to be second best. A perfect lodger, a perfect guest.

Beautiful loser, read it on the wall and realize you just can’t have it all.

Shingen: Eye of the Tiger by Survivor (you know I had to use this for him lol)

Risin' up, back on the street. Did my time, took my chances. Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet. Just a man and his will to survive. So many times, it happens too fast: you trade your passion for glory. Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past. You must fight just to keep them alive!  

Kenshin: Behind Blue Eyes by The Who (ok so he has one blue, one green, but you know what I mean lol)

No one knows what it's like to feel these feelings like I do, and I blame you.  No one bites back as hard on their anger. None of my pain and woe can show through. But my dreams, they aren't as empty as my conscience seems to be. I have hours, only lonely. My love is vengeance that's never free...

Yukimura: Fire in the Twilight by Wang Chung

Taking a break from the role of the everyday boy; the man who leads the way, the man who leads the way. Is he for real or is he back to the old way boy? Can he lead the way, oh can he lead the way? He's searching, but he's lonely, and he's hurting, but he's only, waiting for a chance just in time to live a life. Does he need ya, does he want ya, does he listen to what you say? Is he only waiting for the simple way?

Sasuke: Deja Vu by Dave Rodgers (gotta give our memelord a meme song lolol)

Déjà vu! I've just been in this place before, higher on the street, and I know it's my time to go. Calling you, and the search is a mystery. Standing on my feet, it’s so hard when I try to be me, woah! Déjà vu! I've just been in this time before, higher on the beat, and I know it's a place to go. Calling you and the search is a mystery. Standing on my feet, it's so hard when I try to be me, yeah!

Yoshimoto: The Sound of Silence by Simon & Garfunkel (I find Yoshimoto to be quite a sad and resigned figure. I feel like this song kind of fits him with how useless and silent he feels as a fallen leader...in a way? Plus, this is kind of artistic and hipster-ish which seems to be fitting for him lol)

Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, because a vision softly creeping left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of silence.

"Fools" said I, "You do not know silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you.Take my arms that I might reach you." But my words like silent raindrops fell and echoed in the wells of silence...

Kennyo: Man in the Wilderness by Styx

Another year has passed me by. Still I look at myself and cry, what kind of man have I become? All of the years I've spent in search of myself and I'm still in the dark, 'cause I can't seem to find the light alone. Sometimes I feel like a man in the wilderness. I'm a lonely soldier off to war sent away to die - never quite knowing why. Sometimes it makes no sense at all...

Ranmaru: Ooh Child by The Five Stairsteps

Ooh child, things are gonna get easier. Ooh child, things’ll get brighter. Someday, yeah, we’ll get it together and we’ll get it all done. Someday when your head is much lighter. Someday, yeah, we’ll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun. Someday, when the world is much brighter...

Motonari: Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen

I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky like a tiger defying the laws of gravity. I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva. I'm gonna go, go, go, there's no stopping me! I'm burning through the sky, yeah! Two hundred degrees, that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit. I'm travelling at the speed of light. I wanna make a supersonic man outta you! Don’t stop me now!

[leah-halliwell92]

Happy Birthday Freddie

Summary: Just something short I wanted to write.

Mom and Granny had been telling me the same thing for years now.

“He’d have doted on you as if you were his own,” mom said quickly followed by granny with, “Especially with that no good father of yours Mercy.”

I rolled my eyes as I kept on walking to where mom had told me about for as long as I could remember. I felt my heart skip beats the closer I got to this special place, especially considering what it meant to mom. He’d been close to mom for years and became the support she needed after my dad left us even when he got sick. I remember uncle Jim being an ever present fixture in my life. Supporting what my grandfather believed to be a pipe dream of becoming a singer. How he backed me fully when he introduced me to Uncles Bri and Rog and through them the enormous family I have now.

I remember the devastation that came with his passing, how raw and numb I felt knowing I’d lost my biggest support. But I kept going, I had to beg uncle Bri not to put a word in for me unless it was truly necessary to do so. I wanted to at least get noticed on my own. And I did, I got my big break and then only then did I agree that it was finally time for a collaborative project with my uncles. 

Now a week before said project is due to start, I found myself here...to tell that one uncle I always wished I had that I'd made it. I was a champion in my own right and I was going to ride this as long as I could. I saw the almost ethereally tall tree and gasped at the sheer height of it. It was no wonder mom and uncle Fred loved this place. It’s isolated without feeling empty or desolate. I sat at the base in a naturally shaped space carved out by the roots of the tree and settled in. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply feeling both jittery and stupid for what I was about to do.

“Hi,” I began just going for it, “I know you probably don’t know me but my mom said you were the best man in her life and has been saying so for all of mine. If it wasn’t for the photos and uncle Jim I’d have never believed mom and gran knew you as personally as I know uncles Bri and Rog. Phoebe likes to tell me stories of you too! Of how funny you were and all the stunts you pulled. But most importantly, they told me of your spirit, your heart and kindness, of how you were with friends and family, and I can’t help but think that I missed out on one hell of an uncle.”

You stopped and dabbed away at the tear that fell before clearing your throat and continuing, “Is it horrible of me for wishing you were here? Uncle Jim used to say that it was and wasn’t at the same time. He used to say that things happened for a reason and that that reason is often not known by anyone. I didn’t understand then but I seemed to as I grew older and he got sicker.”

You gave a watery chuckle at all those conversations. 

“I’d always say I didn’t care and that the one who got you sick should get his ass handed to him for depriving me of my other uncle, of taking away my uncle’s brother and uncle Jim’s husband. I was so angry and sad and lonely because I felt alone in what I wanted to do,” I stopped for a moment and took several deep breaths. I can’t break now, I needed him to know.

“Uncle Jim told me once that mom, him and you would have been the best set of parents anyone could ask for. Grandpa got so angry for calling uncle Jim ‘Dad’ once despite my gran and mom having no problem with it and the pride in their eyes. How could I not? He raised me, he was the only dad I had,” you said, “Anyway, I hadn't come here to make anyone sad. I came here because well because I wanted to feel close to you in a way. And coming here seemed to be the closest and most obvious place considering how mom feels about it. And uncle Bri says that he talks to you a lot too. I also figured that your birthday would be an obvious day to do it too. So...instead of singing happy birthday I’m going to do the next best thing.”

I wiped my tears away and stood clearing my throat once I was on my feet.

“Tonight, I'm gonna have myself a real good time I feel alive and the world I'll turn it inside out, yeah And floating around in ecstasy So don't stop me now don't stop me 'Cause I'm having a good time, having a good time

I'm a shooting star, leaping through the sky Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity I'm a racing car, passing by like Lady Godiva I'm gonna go, go, go

There's no stopping meI'm burnin' through the sky, yeah Two hundred degrees That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit I'm traveling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic man out of you

Don't stop me now, I'm having such a good time I'm having a ball Don't stop me now If you wanna have a good time, just give me a call Don't stop me now ('cause I'm having a good time) Don't stop me now (yes, I'm havin' a good time) I don't want to stop at all...”

I breathed a sigh of relief as a weighted seemed to lift and an unexpected warmth bloomed. As I walked out, I swore I heard humming but chucked it on it being the wind through the trees. I passed by the florist and picked up some yellow roses for the vase at home and some lunch feeling so much lighter than I did earlier. 

Walking to the door passed the gate of my home I found a cat hiding behind the flower pot of daffodils mom insisted on keeping around. He looked spooked and cold so I decided to get him inside warm and fed.

The rest of the day was spent nursing this kitty back to health before having to go to Uncle Bri’s to work. The cat seemed adamant to sleep on the mantle above the hearth where a picture of uncle Jim stood. I found odd but not unlikely, granny always said to be open to all sorts of possibilities growing up. 

I grinned knowingly at the cat and put the roses in the vase that stood beside Uncle Jim’s photograph. The sparkle in his eye was unmistakeable and strangely familiar, as if he knew something I didn’t. I walked up to him and pet him behind his ears. 

“I guess tomorrow we’re going to the vet then huh?” I asked a smirk on my face, “I guess a name tag will be good too...I’ve always been fond of the name Freddie.”

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[theshieldjanitor]

"♫" good ship lollipop

Over the years, it had gotten easier and easier to wake up happy. He had plenty of reasons to be. Four of them were already in the kitchen, making small chat as he walked in. It was impossible not to have the biggest grin on his face when he saw his picture perfect life. Jenny was helping Kadi eat Cheerios, Oliver was finishing the last of his homework, and Emma was putting the finishing touches on breakfast. Who couldn't be happy when seeing that.

He strolled in, stopping only to ruffle Jenny's hair before planting a kiss on his wife's cheek. "Morning. Smells delicious."

Emma smiled, giving him a little hip check to keep him from "sampling" it. "It's not done, so don't even think about it."

"I don't need food." That earned a eyebrow quirk from pretty much everyone capable of providing one. "Really. I am unstoppable today."

"Why?" Oliver asked. Ted pointed at his son. "I'm glad you asked. You know why?" The Jones kids all shared a look, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

"I can't be stopped because," he turned to Emma as he started singing. "I'm a shooting star, leaping through the sky like a tiger, defying the laws of gravity. I'm a racing car, passing by like Lady Godiva. I'm gonna go, go, go. There's no stopping me..."

The embarrassing dance moves then began. "I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah! Two hundred degrees, that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit! I'm traveling at the speed of light. I wanna make a supersonic man out of you." He pointed at his kids to help with the backup vocals.

"Don't!" Jenny laughed.

"Stop!" Oliver continued.

"ME!" Kadi yelled, most likely since it was one of the few words she knew.

"Now!" Gordon said with a mouthful of Cheerios.

Ted didn't even care enough to make a comment on how that man must be living in their walls. He continued serenading his wife, his kids laughing along with her. By the end, he swept her into a dip, placing another kiss on her lips.

Yes, there was no stopping him now. Not when he had everything he ever wanted.

[spacegaysss]

Don’t stop me now

I’m a shooting star, leaping through the sky

Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity

I’m a racing car, passing by like Lady Godiva

I’m gonna go go go

There’s no stopping me

 Iker Casillas/Sergio Ramos

Sergio opens his arms when he sees Iker walking towards him across the pitch. At this point it’s not even something they need to think about, the hugs are just a given in their relationship. Especially after a game like this, when they’ve been kept on the edge, fought with everything they have and came out of the other end victorious because they worked together as a team.

Sergio couldn’t even explain what he’s feeling right this moment. There’s just pure joy pouring out of his heart and rather than contain it to keep it all to himself he wants to share it with Iker. His captain probably understands him best in moments like this.

They just stand there for a while in the middle of the pitch and it feels like everything is happening around them but here in the safety of their embrace, the world has stopped moving. They exchange a few whispered words, a quiet laugh and Sergio still feels like his heart is trying to race away from him. Iker seems to sense the adrenaline rushing through him, feels the same way probably, since he’s pulled tighter into the other’s hot embrace.

At this moment, everything is just bubbling over, the feeling of joy over the win and his love for Iker combining in what feels like a shooting star leaping right through him and he turns his head and kisses Iker on the side of his neck.

Sergio doesn’t even see the cameras all around them, or their teammates walking almost dazedly across the pitch to thank their fans. There’s no room for all that in him, when he’s feeling so full of rapid thoughts, emotions and Iker.

This will be a moment he remembers forever. Years from this night, when he’s desperate, alone, carrying all of Real on his shoulders. When the victories and the fans have left them and he doesn’t know how to just make it all go away. He’ll remember Iker’s sure hands on his shoulders, the feeling of his kit against his chest and the false security of knowing that they can do everything as along as they’re together.

He’ll remember this moment when Iker’s gone.

(the gifs aren’t mine, if you know the creater please let me know!)

So this is part 2 of my drabble series for the amazin @shutupanddontjudge who will always listen to my complaints about Real Madrid and especially cry with me about Sergio and Iker. Hope you liked this one!

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