#maybe now i can get this song out of my head

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I found and read this cute story on AO3, about Frostbite being Danny's legal parental guardian. In the story Bruce Wayne runs into Frostbite (in his full yeti glory no disguise) who is setting up for school bake sale. Got me thinking about what if Danny's past rogues took turns filling in and doing parental stuff especially at school functions. Like Frostbite does the bake sale, Pandora shows up for his games, Ghostwriter goes to all of the PTA meetings, Clockwork goes to teacher meetings, so on and so forth.

The 43rd Annual Gotham Academy Bake Sale by Faeriekit

Ohhh, that sounds good! I'll get it a read when I have some time. Thank you for the rec!

Danny Fenton is one of the lucky few who have a very involved household. His various family members would always sign up for any school event the boy needed support in. It didn't mean that the boy won everything, but as a teacher for nine years, Emily has come to learn how much it mattered to just have someone show up.

She had seen students whose entire faces light up after spotting someone in the crowd in the same amount she saw a student's hope crumble after they scanned the room.

Danny was a polite young man, a bit on the shyer side, but kind and not a troublemaker, his previous school had her believe. If anything, he seemed to struggle with fitting in, but no students blatantly disliked him.

The general opinion of Danny matched, as her students would say, "I know him from class, but I don't really talk to him. He seems cool though".

Maybe that's why so many people were supposed by his family to march into the auditorium during Danny's talent show. Seeing him wave at the row before starting his gymnastic act had been such a surprise.

Now, Gotham wasn't a close-knit community, not with the size of their city and the millions of people living within it, but everyone would have noticed that Danny was adopted.

After all, he was the only one that wasn't glowing or a large humanoid animal. They cheered the loudest among the crowd; uncaring Danny got bronze- having lost to Joey's tapping dancing for second and Damian's spectacular multi-instrumental cover of a meme song for first place- and Danny beamed back at them.

Gotham was known for not being meta-friendly, but that was only due to a few mean people who shouted the loudest on media outlets. Many of Emily's students were meta, had family that were meta, or knew someone meta. It wasn't a common enough trait one would encounter a meta on every outing, but you would see them in Gotham well enough.

Everyone knew, but no one said it out loud. In the same way, she knew which students' parents were in the country illegally but worked harder than anyone else. Saying anything would help the cops, or worse, the rich running Gotham.

Even the most prejudiced Gothamite would rather be spat on then give them aid. And those who were so prejudiced to help the poor man's enemies, well, Emily has lived here long enough to know they vanished rather quickly. The smart ones kept their mouths shut.

No one could forget what happened to that guy who accidentally insulted Penguin. His grandmother had been an illegal immigrant on his mother's side.

No one messed with that side of the family.

"Hello, Mrs. Jackson." Danny's adoptive father, Dr. Frostbite said, ducking down to avoid banging his head on the door. On one of his shoulders was a box of hotdog wieners; on the other were multiple bags of bread. "I'm here for my snack bar shift."

Emily tilts her head back to look the Yeti in the eye. He had been shocked the first time they met, but she could admit that Dr. Frostbite was a relatively gentle and wise soul. "Welcome aboard. The girls are just about to take the field. You can put that down by the crock pot over there."

The mountain of white fur brushes by her with the grace of a king as Dr. Frostbite does as she says. There were no customers at the window, so she leaned on the counter and offered him a smile. "Did you enjoy the game?"

"Yes. I was saddened our team did not win, but Danny hit a home run." Dr. Frostbite's sharp smile could have been frightening if he wasn't oozing parental pride. "I caught it all on video."

Emily opens her mouth to respond when a hand lands loudly on the counter with a loud crack. Her heart leaps, and she looks into Danny's Ember. She isn't one of Emily's students, though she does appear to be a teenager in appearance.

You know. If it wasn't for her hair made of fire. Or her blue skin. Or her glow.

"I set a boy on fire," She announces with a cackle.

"That's so?" Dr. Frostbite gently rips open the box, taking out the hotdog packages. With one large claw, he rips a hole into it and lets the few weiners slide into the crockpot with a gentle splash. "What did he do?"

"Tried to slap me on the butt." She huffs, rolling her eyes, but her smirk doesn't lose an edge of smugness.

"Well done." Dr. Frostbite praises placing the lid back on. It always surprised Emily to see such careful actions from the large creature. "I assume you did so out of Pandora's line of sight?"

"Naturally. I don't want her lecturing me in front of the whole community." Ember scoffs, crossing her arms. Behind her, the top of Pandora's head can be seen swinging side to side over the dugout, keeping an eye on the ball.

She was the best volunteer referee because even the parents knew not to shout insulting things when she was present. Emily doesn't think she has had such peaceful games in a long while. Hopefully, Danny will try out again for baseball next year so the woman can return.

"Oh hey, you're Danny's English teacher, right? Mrs. Johnson?" Ember asks, leaning on the counter to give Emily a curious look.

When the blond nods, holding out her hand for a shake. "That's right. It's nice to see you again, Ember."

The girl's hair flairs a little as a grin grows on her face. Her hand is ice cold to the touch, but she's got a firm grip that her husband would appreciate. "Likewise. I got a message for you from Ghostwriter. He sent the notes for the last PTA meeting to you and the revision playwright for the musical you two were working on."

Emily's mood brightens up. "That's wonderful. Could you tell him I'll check it out when I get home and get to my laptop since my phone broke in the last Two-Face attack?"

Ember's hair flickers in the wind when she nods, but Danny bounces right up behind her just as she opens her mouth to speak. He's wearing his Gotham Acadamy Baseball uniform with pride despite them losing. "Hey, Frostbite, can I go with Tim and Duke to get Peoeria Pizza? We'll be back before the girl's game ends."

"Only if you take Ember with you," Dr.Frostbite says, nodding to his daughter, who looks alarmed to be included. "She needs more friends."

"Hey!"

"Sure. Come on, Ember, you'll get along with Duke. He likes old-school rock."

"It's not old-school!"

Emily laughs, watching the two siblings bicker as they stride away, blending into the crowd with no one batting an eye at the glowing girl anymore. How blessed that boy was.

"I'm glad Danny has gotten comfortable here. I always worried he never was going to have a normal childhood." Dr. Frostbite confesses to swirling the hotdogs around in the water to ensure each one is cooked.

"I think you and the rest are doing a wonderful job. You're a great father." She assures him, thinking wistfully of her William. He's been on deployment for a few months now and will likely miss the holidays again, but his contract is almost up. They may try for a child when he gets in the reserves. "How are things at the clinic?"

"Oh, wonderful. I'm grateful that Mr. Wayne has allowed the expansion of Thomas Wayne Memorial Clinic. Dr. Thompkins will be covering the east side of Gotham while I help those on the west. It's much more fulfilling than working in some hospital that demands funds for the silliest things. Back home, that would have been illegal. The people would have burned me at the stake if I had allowed anyone to pass away due to greed."

"My kind of people." She laughs. A sharp crack sounds from the field as the bat makes contact with the ball, and the crowd goes wild. It's a wonderful day.

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The Prophecy (SMAU ft. Lando Norris) Part II

pairing: lando norris x singer!reader (y/n)

summary: what happens after the break-up that noone saw coming? as Y/N L/N gears up to release her next album, each song reveals a little bit of the past, present and future of her relationship with Lando Norris. Inspired by a curated playlist built around "The Prophecy".

note: this is RPF and is obviously in no way, shape, or form reflective of real persons.

genre: social media au, angst, exes to lovers, happy ending

part i

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September, 2026

[Excerpt from Kelly Clarkson interview with Y/N]

“We’re so excited to have y/n l/n with us today, I can’t get your latest song out of my head. It’s really such a great revival of the sultry pop ballads,” Kelly says joyously, and y/n can’t help but smile.

“Thank you! That means a lot coming from you – I grew up watching you on American Idol, I can’t believe I’m even sitting across from you now.”

“Oh my god, stop! You’re gonna make me feel real old. Congratulations again on your Grammy for your sophomore album, All I Ever Needed. How did it feel going into your new project with that in the back of your mind?”

Y/N shuffles uncomfortably on the couch. “Hmm thank you. I – well, it was really different. The songs I wrote on there were coming from this feeling of bliss which was fading fast by the time the Grammy’s rolled around. I had to figure out what kind of artist I am if I’m not in love, or writing about happiness. It felt embarrassing. I don’t like being vulnerable, but I love sharing love. So it was hard for me, not gonna lie. But I’m happy that we got there in the end.”

“Wow, well I was able to listen to a few other songs on this record. I gotta say, I think it’s by far your best record yet. And did you write on all of the songs this time around again?”

Y/N nods her head, a small smile creeping back up on her face. “Yeah, I did. It turns out that writing about sad things can be really cathartic. But I really want people to know that it doesn’t mean this isn’t an album about love. At the end of the day, each of these songs are love letters to every single moment or person that made me feel something – for better or worse.”

early October, 2026

[Transcription of Capital FM segment with Y/N]

“We’ve got Y/N L/N with us here on Capital FM, and we’re about to play a quick round of Never Have I Ever! Are you ready?”

Y/N smiles, holding a paddle with “I Have” and “I Have Never”. “Sure, as ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Great! Now first one: Never have I ever… regifted a gift someone bought me.”

“Ooooh, not a gift someone bought me. But things I have been sent or given in goodie bags I’ve definitely regifted,” Y/N says, and raises the “I Have Never” paddle.  

“That’s alright! I think that’s not too bad. In fact, I’d volunteer to get something regifted from you,” the host laughs. “I usually donate it, but next time I’ll keep you in mind!”

“Perfect. Next one: Never have I ever slid into someone’s DMs”

Y/N rolls her eyes and raises the “I Have” paddle. “Who hasn’t? If people say they haven’t, they’re just lying to you.”

“Who’s the most famous person who’s ever been in your DMs?” The host asks, and Y/N laughs. “Hmm Taylor Swift, maybe?”

“You’re good friends, aren’t you?” Y/N nods. “Yeah, I actually wrote ‘how did it end?’ during a studio session with her.”

“Hmm that brings me to the next question – never have I ever written a song about an ex.”

Again, Y/N raises the “I Have” paddle, but then twists it so it’s halfway. “I think sometimes, no scratch that, I think almost always songs work way better when they’re open for interpretation. Isn’t it nice how everyone can take something else from it, that way?”

“Have you ever gotten back together with an ex?” The host asks, and Y/N makes a ‘tsk’ noise. “Never! First rule in the book, or so my friends tell me all the time.”

"Even when the heart wants what it wants?"

"Even then."

mid October, 2026

[Excerpt from Call Her Daddy episode with Y/N]

“I think in many ways this album is the most naked I’ve ever felt in my emotions. But maybe that’s actually a good thing,” Y/N grins.

“They do say that sex sells,” Alex (Cooper) responds, and Y/N chuckles. “You’ll find hardly any of that on this album.”

“That’s not entirely true, there’s a song on there with some explicit lyrics,” she adds.

“Undrunk? Funnily enough, that one was probably one of the easier ones to write because it actually felt the furthest removed from myself? It’s inspired by, but not based on my own experiences. I’d say it’s my unlived life,” Y/N tries to explain.

“Talk to me about that. People are always quite eager to pinpoint all experiences of a celebrity. They know who you’ve dated, look for clues and dissect every lyric. How do you decide what to share and what not to share?”

“I think it’s sort of why I wanted to share ‘how did it end?’. Even the title track is me addressing the fact that everyone feels entitled to determine my love story. Including me, I think everyone tries to engineer or hack happiness at one point in their life. But it doesn’t work like that. And at the same time, it’s important for me to try and have some semblance of control over my own narrative, my feelings, my sense of self. And that also goes for the people whose presence in my life inspired me to write these songs. For better or worse, I’m grateful for it.”

Alex smirks. “Look, we can’t avoid the topic here. We all know that one of those people is Formula One driver Lando Norris. He’s also got a lot of very dedicated fans, who’ve been clamoring under every post of yours to leave him alone ever since you started dating. How did, and do you deal with that? It would have been easy to erase him from your social media, once the relationship ended, but you chose not to do that. Was that a conscious decision on your end, or something you ever discussed?”

Y/N takes a sip of water, and purses her lips. “I kinda feel like it’s just not really my place to expand on that – it’s between Lando and his fans. Like, it actually has nothing to do with me, I feel. If people are surprised I didn’t delete like three photos, it’s just because I like them – it’s not that deep. I can still cherish good moments, even when they’re in the past. I’m not embarrassed or ashamed of the fact that my ex was part of my life. But it’s not for me to comment on it beyond that. He’s well within his rights to want to delete them, and he doesn’t need to explain to anyone – not to me, not to his fans, anyone why he did it.”

“But it’s more than that. It does seem to imply he doesn’t like the association. And yet you referenced him in the video for “Jaded”. It’s caused some controversy,” she prods a little more.

Y/N snorts. “I was just paying homage to my co-writer, and her iconic 7 Things video. But it’s also partly me taking that ownership. A video is one of the few spaces where you can set the scene. If I wanted to expand on it, I’d have done it through art. People will be mad either way, and the props don’t add anything you can’t already infer from the lyrics.”

“Has he listened to it?”

“Have you?” Y/N counters. Alex smiles, then moves on.

end of October, 2026

[The Independent excerpt]

Y/N L/N reveals tracklist to her third album as anticipation grows!

An obvious contender for the BRITs, is what the first reviews are saying about L/N's latest record “Jaded”. The LP will arrive in just two weeks, but up until today we did not know the exact runtime of the highly anticipated album. After posting to her Instagram, Y/N L/N revealed that the regular version of The Prophecy will count 12 tracks, with the deluxe edition raising that to a comfortable 16. Fans will surely be delighted to know that they can purchase various versions, all contributing to what is looking to be a very easy chart victory.

Talking to Jimmy Fallon earlier this week, L/N stated that she hopes her fans will listen to the album in its running order. “I know it’s really tempting to skip straight to your favourite, but I spent ages ruminating over how to tell my story in the best way – so I hope that translates.”

So far, all official singles of “The Prophecy” have charted both in the Official Top 20 as well as the Billboard Top 40, with The Heart Want What It Wants peaking on top, and Jaded just outside the top 10 at #11.

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how did it end? - Taylor Swift / The Heart Wants What It Wants - Selena Gomez / Jaded - Miley Cyrus / Lie to Girls - Sabrina Carpenter / Breakeven - The Script / The Prophecy - Taylor Swift / Stay - Gracie Abrams / Science + Faith - The Script / Moral of the Story ft. Niall Horan - Ashe / Undrunk - Fletcher / Vertigo - Griff / No More Sad Songs - Little Mix / Paper Hearts - Tori Kelly / Into You - Julia Michaels / Supercut - Lorde / Genesis - Dua Lipa

[yellowbrokenblue]

Could you write something about Harry, where his girlfriend is accompanying them on tour or maybe she is a 6th member of the oned (you choose how to do it) and they keep finding a way to escape without the people seeing to sleep with each other or he tries to take her to his bunk bed on the tour bus or to his hotel room... smutttt please

“My boyfriend is literally on stage.”

kofi!

cw: public sex, slight daddy kink

There was something about being surrounded by tens of thousands of teenage girls screaming your boyfriend’s name that made you feel so good that after all of this, it was your arms he was running into. Not theirs.

Liam, Zayn, Niall, Louis and Harry were the most desired men on the planet right now, but little did the fans know that you and Harry were exclusive for a while now and there was nothing they could do about it.

The guys had been nice to you for the most part. You’d joined their North American tour to get as much time with Harry as you could. But they were always busy, between rehearsals and recording sessions you didn’t have any time together. Most of the tour was you just watching the shows and exploring the city on your own, it wasn’t exactly what you had expected.

You took a quick snap of Harry performing a solo verse on stage during the last song, before slipping away to make it backstage before the crowd dispersed and so that you could greet Harry as soon as he came off stage.

He was so insanely attractive on stage, the way his jeans clung to the same legs that you’d straddle him on, and that hair that you’d tangle your fingers in…

You stood in the wings of the stage, watching as Harry skipped off towards you, a towel in his hand that he used to wipe the sweat off of his head.

He ran into your arms, grinning, lifting you up and spinning you around.

You hand him a hair tie, and he swiftly ties his hair into a tight bun, keeping the hair away from his face. He knew you liked it when his hair was tied up, it meant you could see all his features properly.

“Good show once again, rockstar.”

“All for you, baby.” Harry said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I put on that show and you’re the only thing on my mind.��

You grin at him, your hands on his waist pulling him closer to you.

He quickly bucked his hips against your stomach, showing off the hardness forming under his pants, you look up at him, eyes wide and mouth watering.

“I’ve been waiting all day to get my hands on you, gorgeous.” Harry breathes, his hot breath hitting against your neck.

“Then you can have me. Where’s the hotel?” You ask.

“No hotel tonight, sweetheart. We’re overnight on the bus tonight, Dallas to Kansas City.”

“The bus?” You question, disheartened that you wouldn’t be getting the night in a hotel together like you expected.

“Don’t look so sad, baby.” He says, whispering in your ear, quiet enough that no one else in the room will hear him, “I’ve been waiting all day for that sweet cunt of yours, hotel or no hotel, I’m still gonna have it.”

Your heart skips a beat, “Harry, you share a bus with Niall and Zayn. They’ll hear us.”

Harry smirks. “Then you’re just gonna have to be a good quiet girl for me then, aren’t ya.”

You’d never had sex in the bus before, nothing had went further than a make out.

Harry joked around about how notoriously loud you were in bed, he joked around about how all the other guests at night would be kept up at night when he fucked you.

You had no idea how he expected you to stay quiet on a bunk in a tour bus.

“Get to my bunk,” Harry says, “I gotta pick my stuff up from my dressing room and I’ll meet you there.”

You done exactly what Harry said, you made your way to his tour bus and got straight into his bunk, pulling the curtain closed. It was as small as you would imagine, considering it was a bed in a bus.

You heard the door open soon after, with the guys making their way onto the bus and walking straight up to the small living and dining area at the front where the TV was. Harry however, kicked off his shoes and jumped straight in the bunk with you.

“Hey, gorgeous.” He grinned, pulling the curtain closed once again, and placing a fierce kiss on your lips.

“Hey.” You replied.

“I’m not wasting any time with you.” He said, “Sit here in between my legs, angel.”

He lifted you into position between his legs, brushing his face against your neck, his lips then attaching to your skin.

“Remember and be quiet.” He whispered into your ear, before returning to the soft skin of your neck.

You felt his hands on your thighs, moving closer and closer up your skirt, until his fingers brushed over the fabric of your panties.

You’d been soaking wet all night for him, watching him up on stage in those damn jeans, knowing damn well what was underneath and in store for you later.

It was soon after that Harry tore the panties from you, ripping them in half for his fingers to gain access to your pussy, your toes clenching as his fingers moved in rapid circles, the tension building between your legs.

He had to put one hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.

“Gagging you already and I don’t have a finger inside you yet, nevermind my dick.” He lowered his head to whisper in your ear, “How you gonna last, huh?”

You moan into his hand as he brings you to an orgasm. You feel your body quiver as he continues to pump his fingers into you, soaking them in your sticky cum.

“That’s it baby.”

This was one of the longest orgasms you’d ever had from just his fingers- something about the anticipation and naughtiness of being so dirty just feet away from his bandmates, paired with his hand firmly pressed over your mouth was too much for your body to deal with.

You were still processing your high when Harry moved so he was balancing on top of you, moving your body so your head was rested on the pillow. You watched as he slid his pants down his legs and shoved them at the end of his bed, and began to palm his cock over his boxers.

He was so big- it shocked you every time how he actually fit inside of you.

“Sorry for rushin’ baby, but I need to be inside of you,” He said quietly, “Just stay nice and quiet for me, okay?”

You nod, and he discards the underwear, and you hike your skirt as far up your hips as you can.

Balancing above you, he sunk his cock slowly inside of you.

“Harry, oh!-”

He slammed his hand over your mouth, keeping you quiet.

“Quiet, princess. We have company, remember.”

He stayed very still for a short moment, his cock still buried inside of you. He enjoyed watching you squirm, watching your eyes beg for him to move. Your sweet, sweet eyes. Those eyes he got to stare at while he performed, the eyes which were the last thing that he saw before he kissed you, and those eyes he got to see when he fucked you.

When he started to move his dick, thrusting his hips, your eyes squeezed shut.

“Darlin’” He whispered, “You open your eyes when I fuck you. Understand?”

You nod, opening your eyes again.

Harry was moving faster, his thrusts deep and hard. You had no idea it was possible to cum in five minutes purely from a man’s dick until you met Harry. He knew exactly what to do with your body in bed.

Your walls began to clench around him, your body shaking with every moment. By now you’d be screaming his name, but his hand was still firmly over your mouth. Any possible sound you could make was escaping through your nose as Harry’s dick pounded into you.

Harry’s bunk was small. It was crazy how little space this man needed to make you feel like this. This good.

“Cum on daddy’s cock.” Harry whispered. The tour bus TV was loud enough that hopefully they wouldn’t be able to hear the two of you by now, “Make a mess all over for me, baby.”

Harry reached for your clit, rubbing fast circles around your swollen bud until you reached your orgasm.

“Oh, god. Oh baby.” Harry groaned, indicating he was coming.

You moaned into his hand louder. The feeling of his cum filling you up.

“My sweet girl.” Harry moaned.

He felt so good.

So fucking good.

The thought of the others listening just made it all so more exciting.

[tryingtofindava]

𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐞 𝐔𝐩

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

: ̗̀➛Back to source

Scenario: Winter depression hits Ellie like a snowball, being the loving girlfriend you are you want to of course cheer her up for the holidays. What better way to do that then build a snowman? Maybe even build Ellie back up too…

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“Babe… it’s cold, c’mon.” Ellie called for you again as you tracked through the thick snow, Jackson has always had the fluffiest thickest snowfall you could ever imagine.

“It’s your fault you’re cold!! Who wears converse in the snow??” You called back to the girl, a smile on your face as you finally found the perfect place to start building up your snowman. You could practically feel Ellie’s eye roll.

The past few days Ellie had just been down, winter depression making her act like a kicked puppy 25/8. And this was your attempt at cheering up the freckled faced girl.

“What’re you even doing…??” She questions you, now beside you as you crouched to the ground and started to roll snow. “Making a snowman, duh…” You look up at her, her brows just furrowed in response.

“Make the second layer for me, Els.” The demand left your lips, she sighed as she started rolling up the snow to make the second layer.

Once you finished the base of the soon to be snowman, Ellie lifted the second part up on top of your base with ease. A small smile etched on your lips, you looked over at Ellie, only to see the auburn haired girl working away at creating the snowman’s head.

You’re smile only grew, as your turned away to start to find little stones and sticks, to decorate your snowman.

Picking up everyone you can get your hands were filled with little stones, you dumped them at yours and Ellie’s feet. The two of you glanced at each other, giving her a nudge before you guys got to work.

Giggling as you guys bumped hands trying to pick up the same pebbles. Smooshing them into the snow of the snowman.

Taking a step back you admire your work, hands on your hips. “He’s naked…” Ellie mumbles, you looked up at her, you could see the faint smile pulling at the corners of her lips.

“Not anymoreeeee~!!” You spoke gently in a sing song voice, taking your bobble bag off and stretching it to fit over the snowman’s head. Ellie follows yours lead and unwraps her scarf and placed it around the snowman’s head.

Admiring your work, you nudge Ellie with a grin. “Not too shabby, huh…?” You wiggle your brows, which warned a roll of the eyes from your girl.

But you could see her faint smile, small… but still definitely there. “It’s not the worst lookin’ snowman I’ve ever seen…” She hummed, shrugging. You giggled at her before leaning up to capture her lips in a sweet kiss. “Let’s head homes your shivering…”

You whisper softly, running your hands up and down her arms. She took your hand, and pulled you along. “Finally! I’m gonna get hypothermia out here!!”

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eh it’s short n shitty but I wanted to get it out the way since I was supposed to post this for Christmas… my bad :p so excuse the poor spelling and grammar I’m sleep deprived and wanted this out the drafts LMAO

Always last list for the Christmas chronicles this year hehe

[sellasstories]

UNFOLD (I)

word count: 2.0k

main characters: cameron brink, hailey van lith

⚠️warnings⚠️

swearing

summary:

cam’s guide to making friends at the fiba U17 world cup (don’t do as she does, though)

hailey’s guide to getting a best friend at the fiba U17 world cup and then helping said friend make other friends

obligatory background pazzi

Cameron Brink is sixteen years old, and it’s nothing like she thought it was going to be. Six years ago, if you’d told her that at she’d be staring at her name on the finalized list of players on a FIBA Basketball World Cup team, she knows she would’ve wrinkled her nose in disgust and gone off to draw or paint. But as she allows a small smile to cross her face as a deep feeling of relief floods her body, she can’t help but look outward.

All around her, the other girls (her future teammates, she thinks nervously) chatter and push each other around in excitement while she stays rooted to the spot, hands fisting the bottom of her shirt in an attempt to not take up too much space. She’s made her choice; this is going to be her life now, so she had better learn to love everything about it. It’s not a sobering realization exactly, just something that she can’t help but see as another hurdle in her journey to feeling like she truly belongs somewhere.

Cam has participated in enough conversations over the past few days to know that everyone else here has lived and breathed basketball practically from the womb, and it only intensifies the disconnect she feels from the rest of the group. She knows she’s good enough to be here, she just hasn’t figured out how to match the assurance and swagger of her teammates that already have the sport running through their veins.

She takes a deep breath, looking more closely at her surroundings. Azzi was one of the more quiet girls, but she’d been nice all week… maybe she’d be good to talk to? Cam takes all of one step in her direction before she sees another blonde practically catapult herself onto the youngest member of the team, freezing her in her tracks. Cam instantly recognizes Paige, the #1 ranked player in their class, and shakes her head. No way she’s getting in the middle of whatever is building between the two of them.

A persistent tapping on her lower back nearly makes Cam jump as she tears her eyes away from the two guards in front of her. She whips around to see Hailey jerking back to avoid getting hit by her braid. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry,” she says quickly.

Hailey shrugs. “No worries. Can you move real quick, though? All the posts are crowding the list and I can’t even see if my name is on it.” Her tone is casual, but it’s hard to miss her furrowed brows and clenched jaw as she tried to see around the taller girl.

Cam feels her cheeks heating up as she scrambles out of the way. “My bad, um, your name is on there-” she slaps her hand over mouth, realizing that the shorter girl may have wanted to read it herself, “-fuck, I should’ve just let you see, I’m so, so sorry!”

She trails off again when she sees the huge grin on Hailey’s face. The normally serious girl has gone completely still as she beams up at Cam. “What the fuck are you apologizing for? This is the best day of my fucking life!” She shrieks, grabbing both of Cam’s hands and beginning to jump around as her energy returns.

Slightly self-conscious (and wary of her ponytail), Cam hesitates for a moment before joining in. Looking around once again, she accidentally makes eye contact with Fran and is quick to avert her eyes at the slight smirk from the older girl. A Drake song starts blasting from the gym speakers, and as Cam lets Hailey dance around with her, she thinks that maybe she fits in just a little bit.

• • • • •

The Brinks might have been more excited than their daughter, who they needed no encouragement from to start booking flights and hotels so they could watch the whole tournament in Belarus. Cam was grateful to have them there, but disappointed when she learned how strict the team travel policies were.

She knows that she’s probably too old to be wanting to sit next to her mom on the plane, but she misses the comforting presence as the plane speeds down the runway. Luckily, she’s sitting next to Azzi, someone who, in the short amount of time that they’ve known each other, has become something close to a friend. There are certainly worse places to be sitting.

“You good with planes?” The dark-haired girl asks abruptly. “Paige isn’t, she was telling me on FaceTime last night.”

“Yeah, I’ll be ok,” Cam is quick to assure her. “I’m not gonna, like, throw up on you or anything.”

“Mm,” Azzi responds absently, attention clearly elsewhere. Cam follows her line of sight, not surprised when it leads to Paige.

“You really like her, huh?” Cam can’t miss the soft look in Azzi’s eyes.

The guard blinks, carefully smoothing her features. Seeing Cam’s genuine smile, she relaxes a bit. “Yeah, I really do.”

“Well, I hope you get married someday.”

“Married?” Azzi says incredulously. “That’s not even- slow down, we’re just friends.”

Cam raises her hands in surrender. “Whatever you say. I just hope it all works out, really.”

Azzi shakes her head in mock annoyance. “You’re so weird.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Cam knows Azzi didn’t mean anything by it, but it still stings. Not knowing what else to say, they lapse into silence.

Azzi must notice the shift in Cam’s demeanour because she extends an olive branch in the form of a question about the older girl’s mom. The two of them discover that they have more in common than they thought. In between hours of sleep, they’re able to keep up a light flow of conversation about their families, dogs, and mutual love of romance novels.

They’re both soundly asleep when Cam is awoken by repeated tapping on her shoulder. Her eyes fly open and she’s struck with a sense of deja vu when she’s greeted by Hailey’s face uncomfortably close to her own. Slightly unsettled, she instinctively presses her back farther into her seat.

“Finally! I was gonna do something drastic if that took any longer,” Hailey whispers impatiently.

Ignoring her, Cam glances out the window. Sure enough, it’s still pitch black. Rubbing her eyes, she realizes that Hailey has Paige in tow. The two guards are standing awkwardly in the aisle, struggling to keep a low profile.

“What was so urgent that you just had to wake me up at-” Cam checks her phone, “-four in the morning?”

Hailey shrugs. “We have important things to discuss. Oh, and that one-” she jerks her thumb at Paige standing behind her, “-wanted to sit with her girlfriend or whatever.”

“I did not!” Paige exclaims.

“So you didn’t wanna sit with her, then?” Hailey fires back.

Paige throws up her hands in defeat. “Ok, I did, but she’s not my girlfr- you know what, never mind.”

“That’s what I thought,” Hailey turns back to Cam. “Anyway, the whole point of this was getting you to come sit with me.” She extends a hand to the taller girl. “Cmon, I promise we’ll have fun.”

Still a little disoriented, Cam grabs a few things and manages to avoid banging her head on the ceiling as she stands. All the noise and shuffling finally wakes Azzi, who unexpectedly grabs Cam’s arm and pulls her back down.

“What’s going on?” She mumbles sleepily, resting her head on Cam’s shoulder.

The taller girl is a little taken aback, but she hopes that this means Azzi might actually like her. “Honestly, I’m not really sure,” she whispers back. “Paige is here, though, and I think I’m gonna go with Hailey for a bit.”

Azzi perks up at the mention of Paige. “Have fun, I guess,” she yawns, already looking for her best friend.

“You too,” Cam can’t resist giving her a playful nudge before she stands up again. This time she does bang her head, cursing as she steps into the aisle.

“It’s still weird hearing you cuss,” Hailey remarks as she leads them to her seat.

“What? I do it all the time,” Cam whines.

“You’re just too… innocent, I guess? It just feels wrong to me.” Hailey finishes buckling her seat belt. She looks up at Cam with a smirk. “Watch your head!”

“Fuck off,” Cam mutters, smiling despite herself.

“Be nice, I left the aisle for your lanky ass. And by the way, still weird hearing you say it,” Hailey nods like she’s just confirmed a hypothesis.

“Are we not the same age? I thought Azzi was the only young one here.” Cam leans back in her seat, eyes already sliding closed.

“I’m a few months older, but that’s not even important,” Hailey tilts her head. “It’s all about the vibe, y’know?”

“I guess, but more importantly, why do you know when my birthday is? Did you stalk me or something?” The shorter girl’s unabashed nod makes Cam pause. “I’d have to imagine that’s a lot weirder than anything I do.”

“I guess we’re both weird, then,” Hailey concedes. “But I had a good reason, I promise.”

Cam raises an eyebrow. “And what was it?”

“Because you’re sexy,” Hailey deadpans, laughing maniacally when Cam turns bright red. “No, for real though, I just needed to find out more about my future best friend.”

“So we’re best friends now?”

“We will be for this tournament, at least.” Hailey says confidently. It’s a statement, an assurance, not a question, and Cam is suddenly jealous of how easily the words come out.

“I’d like that,” she admits, her voice a little quieter than before.

“And I’m gonna figure you out,” Hailey says almost to herself.

Cam laughs self-consciously. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Hailey says nonchalantly. She pulls out her AirPods and offers one to Cam. “We can listen to whatever you want.”

The younger girl’s hand stills abruptly. “If I take this, will you tell me what you meant?”

“Fineee,” Hailey drags out the word. “I just don’t get you. You talk to me fine — talk back to me, even — but I don’t think I’ve seen you have a real conversation with even three other people on this team.”

“That’s not true,” Cam protests.

“Who, then?”

“Well, there’s Azzi-“ Hailey rolls her eyes, “-and Paige, I guess? Maybe Hayley?” Cam lowers her gaze in defeat. She plucks the AirPod from Hailey’s outstretched hand. “Fine, I get it.”

“Hey, it’s okay, I didn’t mean anything by it,” Hailey makes sure her genuineness comes across. “Just, why me?”

Cam shrugs noncommittally. “It’s just hard sometimes, I guess? Plus, you won’t leave me alone- I don’t mind though,” she’s quick to add. “It’s a little easier with you, somehow.”

Hailey hums, seemingly satisfied with the answer. Wordlessly, she hands Cam her unlocked phone with all her downloaded songs.

They listen in silence for a while before Hailey taps Cam’s shoulder yet again. “Sorry, I can’t sleep,” she sighs. “Who knew that flights over ten hours would be so uncomfortable?”

“Me, actually. I lived in Amsterdam for three years and going back and forth was terrible,” Cam says shyly.

“Wait, are you serious? Tell me everything!” Hailey knows she probably sounds unreasonably excited, but she’s determined to learn everything that she can about Cam.

The taller girl recounts her favourite moments, and the conversation jumps from there, somehow getting to how Hailey got her seatmate (Hayley, the irony isn’t lost on either of them) to go sit with Paige’s seatmate (Fran) so that her and Paige could then end up next to Cam and Azzi respectively. She takes credit for remembering that Hayley and Fran are both committed to Stanford, and Cam giggles while giving her a round of applause.

When they both start to drift off, Cam lets Hailey settle on her shoulder, and it feels like the start of something. The younger girl doesn’t realize it, but since she and Hailey sat down, she hasn’t missed her parents at all.

[artyandink]

dainty smiles .ᐟ.ᐟ

↳ SYNOPSIS: CLARK always happens to get distracted when you come up to his barn with your guitar and a half finished song in your notebook. you claim it’s cause his ‘fortress of solitude’ helped you think, well, he didn’t mind it, as long as he got to sit here, and help you and maybe zone out while gazing at you being so passionate about something you love. Or… maybe not.

↳ PAIRING(S): clark x bonnie

↳ WARNINGS: fluff, implications of sex :)

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↳ thinking out loud by ed sheeran

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↳ can I be him by james arthur

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The pen hung between Clark’s lips kind of just… dropped, when he heard the familiar click-click of your cowboy boots on the worn wood of his barn, replaced by a wide grin, cause he knew what this meant. That you were here with another incomplete song that his barn gave you inspiration for.

“Your ‘fortress of solitude’ is inspiring,” Was what you’d said to him with a bright smile.

Chemistry homework on his lap was kind of just pushed aside, cause when you’d just walk in, sit on his barn’s bed and just let him see the magic of your songmaking, well, he couldn’t focus on anything else, it was rather difficult.

“Hey, sweet boy.” You grinned, reaching the top of the stairs, guitar hung by the strap you’d clipped onto it, and it was the one which had the signatures of him, Pete, Chloe, your mom, your dad, his mom, his dad and Logan’s on it. In your other hand was clutched a notebook and pen— he knew it, he thought, and couldn’t help the twinkle in his eye either.

“Hey, Bonnie.” Clark patted the space beside him, and when you took off your guitar and slumped down, he quickly kissed your hair. As usual. “Another song?”

You pointed a finger at him as if to say ‘bingo’, then he had to move the chemistry work out of the way for your head to fall into his lap, for which he started scratching your head.

Ah, a slump.

That was no bueno.

Clark chuckled softly at the sight of you laying your head in his lap, running a gentle hand over your pretty hair and twirling one of your curls around his finger, not missing the adorable pout on your lips as you huffed and closed your eyes.

”What’s not working?” He questioned, still running his fingers through your hair. It was a frequent struggle that Clark had seen a few times before— he knew how much you loved songwriting, but he knew you hated getting stuck in a slump when the lyrics didn’t come easily.

“The writing.” You rubbed your face with a sigh. “Sat there for ages in my room— not one word, like, c’mon.” You went ahead and grumped.

Oh, yep. Definitely a slump.

Clark winced at your words, not liking how frustrated you sounded, and pouted. He hated when you got like this, stuck in a slump where no words would flow— it made you frustrated and it made him frustrated cause you just got so cute when you were grumpy. He took a brief moment to watch you grump, amused slightly.

“S’not coming at all?” His hand found your cheek and rubbed a small circle into your skin with his thumb, wanting to comfort you.

“No.” You shook my head, climbing to sit curled up on his lap, head tucked in the crook of his neck— you were both five year olds with each other. Well, you were to music blocks as Clark was to seeing Lana with other guys— you tended to get a little overdramatic and lose hope for the world and what’s in it, but he was always the guy who could get you out of it.

When you made a home for yourself on his lap, he let out a breathless laugh and quickly wrapped his arms around you, holding you close against him, finding comfort in your warm body against his. You were always so good at this— making your way into his arms, it had become a regular little occurrence now.

Clark pressed a kiss to your forehead, still rubbing small, soothing circles into your skin with his thumb. “You okay?” He questioned, resting his chin on the top of your head, taking comfort in the way you fit so perfectly against him.

“M’not a musical genius, Clark.” Ok, You were being dramatic, but still. “What m’ I gonna do with my life?” You sniffled, very dramatically.

You. Dramatic? Say it ain’t so.

Clark rolled his eyes at your theatrics, biting back another laugh as you sniffled against his neck, finding it cute but also feeling for you on a serious level— having a passion for something and then experiencing a block on that passion was the worst feeling. He pulled you closer against him, holding you tight against his broad chest.

“Hey, hey, calm down there, Bonnie.” He began quietly, nuzzling into your hair with his nose. “You are a musical genius. Sometimes things just go a bit wrong, that’s all.”

“But it’s going really wrong.” You were definitely being overdramatic, sometimes you were a bit too passionate for the arts. You sniffed into his unreasonably soft jumper.

Dramatic, passionate, artistic.

Yeah, that was you in a nutshell. Clark chuckled softly, finding your dramatics a little amusing before focusing back on trying to comfort you and soothe the pain of the slump in your work. He gently patted your back, rubbing the skin under your shirt with the tips of his fingers as you sniffed into his jumper.

”It just means you’ve got writer’s block.” He murmured against your head, burying his face in your hair. “S’not the end of the world.”

You looked up to him with big eyes, fingers curled into his jumper. “Y’sure?” See, only Clark could bring you out of this kind of ‘dramatic episode’.

Looking down at the puppy eyes you were giving him, he couldn’t help but to bite back a smile as you looked up at him. You always knew how to play him like a fiddle, cause all you had to do was give him those puppy eyes and a tug on the sleeves of his shirt, he’d be at your beck and call.

He lifted a hand and pinched your chin between his fingers, bringing it up a little further so you were looking directly at him. “Of course I’m sure. Writer’s block happens to the best of us— take Chloe for example.”

While Chloe, though, you could also say that she had a never-ending supply of stories with all the weird in Smallville. “Ok.” You grinned, kissing his cheek. “Mood lifted. Now, I can help you with this Chem homework.” You grabbed his work like it was yours, holding it up for both your eyes.

Clark’s heart did a backflip in his chest at the touch of your lips on his cheek, and he chuckled softly at your enthusiasm that had suddenly returned. He ruffled your hair affectionately, watching you grab the Chemistry work he had all but forgotten was laid on the bed beside him.

“You’re a lifesaver, seriously.” He said with a laugh as he leaned back against the pillows again, adjusting you so you were more comfortably sat on his thighs, pressing a kiss to your temple affectionately and brushing back your hair. “This stuff always falls in front of your face.”

“This stuff happens to be my glorious hair.” You laughed, poking his own messy hair— courtesy of you, you loved playing with it. “So you, my friend, need to respect it.”

Clark scoffed loudly, pouting at the mention of your hair being glorious— which it was, of course— before frowning when you pointed out his own messy hair, all due to you and your wandering hands. He batted your poking hand away, grabbing it as it reached for his hair again. He raised your hand to his lips, laying a kiss to your knuckles before pinning it to his chest. “I feel the need to mention your obsession with my hair.”

“It’s soft, I don’t know what conditioner your mom buys for it, but I want it.” You hugged him and nuzzled his temple with a giggle. “Spill the secrets.”

Clark rolled his eyes in amusement at your obsession with his hair— you’d spent far too much time with your fingers in said hair, running through it, pulling it, twirling it, the list went on. He chuckled softly at your nuzzling, closing his eyes as you pressed your face into his temple.

“You’re obsessed, seriously.” He said quietly, grinning, with a laugh escaping his parted lips. “S’just conditioner, Bonnie. You’re acting like Ma’s got some secret formula for it.”

“Yes, it’s a secret formula, and I need the secret. Or your water.” You plopped your hand in his hair and played with it, typical. “Now focus, you’ve got Chem.”

Clark groaned loudly, rolling his eyes at you as you placed your hand in his hair and gave it a quick little ruffle again— yep, typical you. You’d probably end up doing this all night if he left you to your own devices— no, not probably, definitely, his hair was way too soft to ever keep your greedy little hands out of it. At least it felt nice.

He leaned his head back against the pillows with a huff, opening his Chem book again as you ordered him to ‘focus’. “Yes, mom.” He teased in response.

“Do I need to call your actual mother?” You joked, then winked and waggled your brows, implying something. “Unless she’s busy with your dad.”

Ok. Gross.

Clark’s lips curled in a grimace at the mere mention of his parents and the implications of what they might be doing, a sound that resembled a hiss falling from his lips as he leaned back again.

“Jesus Christ, no.” Clark muttered under his breath, screwing up his face as he tried to focus back on his Chem work— or at least, tried to, before your wandering hand started fiddling with his hair again. He jokingly placed a hand over your mouth, trying to stop any more gross comments from coming out of your mouth.

You removed his hand, snickering. “What? They’re consenting adults— plus, I know my mom and dad do it when Logan and I are out of the house. Poor Nutmeg.”

Yeah, poor Nutmeg.

Clark let out a low groan, his cheeks heating up slightly at the mere mention of his parents, well, doing it. It was gross enough to think about, but for you to say it out loud? Gross.

“Oh, come on. Please stop talking.” He said through gritted teeth, trying not to laugh at your giggles, finding you extremely cute when you were in a joking mood. He took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment while you sat on his lap. “Please, for the love of all things good in this world, change the subject.”

As much as you wanted to continue being a little shit, you just decided to smile, peck his temple, and just keep swimmin’. “Ok, Chemistry.” You settled back against his chest again, humming. “Atomic structure’s easy. Electrons in outer shells, nucleus has neutrons and protons in it.”

Clark was more than thankful for the change in subject— thinking about his parents doing the do was the biggest mood dampener ever, and getting you to change the subject to your genius brain was a complete relief. He rested his chin on the top of your head, wrapping his arms a little tighter around you.

“Yeah, exactly that. Electrons, protons and neutrons.” He said with a small nod, running a hand over your back while you spoke, maybe as a form of feeling your warmth.

You were both unreasonably warm.

“And the atomic number shows you the electrons in the shells. Max 2 in the inner shell, and 8 for every outer shell.” You turned your head. “Got it?”

Clark nodded as he listened intently to every word you said, loving the way your knowledge was just seemingly endless and he admired you for it. He knew there was a reason he loved having you this close and in his lap whenever you started talking about something intellectual.

”Got it.” He whispered softly, pressing a quick kiss to your hair before shifting so he was more comfortable.

Somehow he’d managed to distract you from your work, not the other way round.

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What are, in your opinion, the most iconic hanfu for men and women from each dynasty?

Hi! I'm so sorry this reply is delayed, I had to do a quick trip abroad and didn't have my laptop with me, also wanted to spend some time finding photo examples for this :D

OK! Here we go!

Qin/Han Dynasties (Pic 1, 2): Quju (wrap-around) and Zhiju (straight-edged) are what I think of for this period. Both men and women wore these robes.

Weijin/ North-South dynasty (Pic 3, 4): This is hard...xD Too many styles to pic from OTL I do LOVE the drastic long sleeves of this period, the robes get split from one long robe to the top/bottom separated Ruqun style. Men and women shared most fashions during this period too. For women, the hair styles start evolving in complexity, a lot of gold hair pieces (no flowers yet). The clothing starts looking more "flowy" compared to the heavy, serious robes of Qin/Han.

Tang Dynasty (Pic 5-8): Tang was a period of dramatic economic growth, it was also when the Silk Road flourished so there were merchants coming to trade and do business. It's difficult to pick one "iconic" style, but for women I usually think of dresses that tie around the bus with either a form-fitted, thin shirt underneath, or a larger-sleeved robe worn over top (pic 8). This bust-tie style wasn't seen before this period. OR, a form-fitted top, maybe with a little vest over top, and a waist-tie skirt (pic 7) (this is a good style to go on outings, easy movement).

There was also a particular group of ladies who wore these long, dramatic head pieces that almost formed a giant halo around their head (pic 6). I'll talk about them in a later post too.

For men, the round-collared robes became popular, with these bumpy looking "hats" (the vertical portion and the portion wrapped around the head are actually separate pieces so it's not really a hat, I'll explain more in later posts).

Song Dynastyn (Pic 9-12): In my mind, Song's style was a lot more gentle and soft compared to the lavish, bright colours of Tang. Song was a dynasty that focused on the arts, Song dynasty's emperors were all very artistic (they tended to lean away from focusing on military defense which, unfortunately, led to the dynasty's downfall).

So I think of soft colours during this dynasty, simpler hair styles. A wrap-around top with a waist-tie skirt, topped with a loose outer robe (pic 9). For men, Song dynasty is famous for men wearing flowers in their hair or adorning their hats (pic 10, 12). The work hat also developed these giant, loooooooong sticks from the side (pic 11) which is great for social distancing xDD

Ming Dynasty (Pic 13-15): The biggest change to Ming dynasty's hanfu is we go from soft, flowy silks to thicker brocades, this makes the clothing look "stiff" and allows for clear-cut shapes using pleating (if you've ever worn a Ma Main Qun (horse-face skirt...wtf are these translations O.O) you know what I mean.

The collars for the tops also develop these high-rise styles (although they can be criss-crossed styles or round-collared too). I absolutely HATE these high-rise collars because my neck is short and anything wrapped around it makes me itchy (I can't even button the buttons, my neck is too chonk). Whenever I buy one of these robes I have to move the buttons down so I can flip the collar down otherwise I can't wear them T__T

So I usually think of a short or long "Ao" (top) paired with a Ma Mian Qun for women (pic 13, 15). The Ma Mian Qun (horse-face skirt) is recognizable by the pleating, it shot into into the spotlight in China in July 2022 when a lot of Chinese Hanfu-hobbyists noticed Dior had a skirt that was constructed the same way, only the length was shorter. It was a whole big controversy with people accusing Dior of copying the style without giving credit, so now most people in China know of this skirt (I'll post a pic below of Dior's version). It's not uncommon to see people wear it paired with a cute, modern-top in China

For men, one of the most iconic clothes for men in this dynasty is the "flying fish robe" (pic 14). These were worn by imperial guards and named for the pattern of the brocade. Because the guards need easy movement, the robes cut off around the calf, and the sleeves are tightened using arm cuffs.

So, there's my "iconoic" hanfu for every dynasty. That was hard T__T I wanted to pic so many xD Oh, and here's Dior's skirt:

Left is Dior's, right is a Ma Mian Qun. Ma Mian Qun's pleating style is quite unique, I don't have one on hand to take photos but here's a video of someone twirling in one and you can kind of see the pleating. Some people speculate maybe Dior saw these skirts on Taobao or something, thought the design looked nice and took it without realizing the historical significance of the outfit. I don't know the details, I only heard about the controversy very briefly (back then I hadn't really dived into Hanfu yet).

[gracie-eilish]

you can see it with the lights out..🌊✨

an: not officially inspired by taylor’s song. this was just another idea i had already started

The evening air was cool and salty, the kind that makes you want to breathe in deeply just to feel alive. The beach stretched endlessly before you, the waves whispering their ancient secrets as they danced up the shore. But tonight, the beach wasn’t just a beach—it was magic. With every step you took, the sand beneath you glowed blue, lighting up like the universe had spilled its stars onto the shore.

Billie had brought you here tonight, surprising you with the bioluminescent beach because she knew your love for the ocean and your dream of seeing the northern lights. “It’s not the northern lights,” she’d said when you first arrived, “but I thought maybe this could be just as special.”

And it was. God, it was.

You couldn’t stop giggling as you ran along the water’s edge, kicking at the waves and watching them spark into brilliant streaks of blue. Billie stood a few feet back, her arms crossed, a small smile playing on her lips as she watched you. Every now and then, she’d pull out her phone to snap a photo or video, but most of the time, her gaze stayed on you.

“You look like a little kid,” she teased when you twirled around, letting the glowing water lap at your ankles.

“Can you blame me?” You laughed, reaching out for her hand. “Come on, Billie! Look how cool this is!”

She let you pull her into the shallows, laughing when you splashed at her feet. “Okay, okay! I get it! It’s magical!”

“It is magical,” You said, staring down at your feet. The way the water and sand glowed around you made it feel like you were standing in the middle of a dream.

After a while, Billie pulled you back onto the dry sand, wrapping an arm around your waist as you walked to a quieter part of the beach. “Let’s sit for a bit,” she said softly, guiding you down onto the sand.

You settled close together, her arms wrapping around you as you leaned into her chest. The ocean stretched out before you, glittering with faint blue light every time the waves crashed. The sound of the water, the cool breeze, the warmth of Billie’s embrace—it was all so perfect you felt like your heart could burst.

“This is the best date ever,” You murmured, tilting your head to look up at her.

Billie smiled down at you, her eyes soft and full of love. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

For a while, you just sat there, holding each other and whispering sweet nothings. Billie made you giggle with cheesy lines about how you were the light of her life, and you teased her back, calling her a sap. But beneath the teasing, there was a warmth and sincerity that made your chest ache.

Eventually, Billie’s arms tightened around you, and her breathing grew a little uneven. You glanced up, curious, and saw her biting her lip, her brows furrowed in thought.

“Hey, you okay?” You asked, brushing your fingers against her cheek.

She nodded, but her gaze stayed fixed on the ocean. “I’m just… thinking.”

“About what?”

She hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her hoodie. “About… us. About how much I love you. About how perfect this is.”

Your heart fluttered, and you reached up to cup her face, “Billie…”

Billie held you close as she watched the mesmerizing ocean. Everything felt perfect—better than perfect. And then she said it.

“Marry me.”

You froze. Your heart stopped. For a second, you thought you had misheard her. “What?” You asked, blinking up at her in surprise.

“Marry me,” she repeated, her voice softer this time but no less intense.

You stared at her, my brows furrowing as you tried to figure out if she was serious. “Are you joking right now?”

Billie let out a nervous laugh, her hand coming up to scratch the back of her neck. “I know it sounds crazy,” she admitted, “and I don’t have the ring on me or anything. But—”

“You have a ring?” You interrupted, your voice hitching as you turned around to completely face her.

Her cheeks turned pink, and she nodded, her lips curving into a small, sheepish smile. “Yeah… I have a ring. It’s back at home. I wasn’t planning on doing this tonight, but—”

“You actually have a ring?” You interrupted again in shock, your voice barely above a whisper.

Billie’s eyes softened before she responded, “Yeah baby… Of course I have a ring.” She hesitated, her eyes searching yours before she continued. “It’s a pink diamond, just like you always said you wanted. It’s surrounded by little sparkly diamonds, too. I’ve had it for a while now, just waiting for the right moment.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you processed her words, “Of course I have a ring”. You could die right there. She wasn’t joking. She’d thought about this, planned it, and she’d gotten you the exact ring you’d always dreamed of. Your hands flew to cover my mouth as the emotions hit you hard and soft (an: see what i did there🤪)

“Are you serious?” You asked, your voice trembling as you moved closer to her, straddling her hips.

She nodded, her expression softening as she cupped your face in her hands. “I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. I love you, and I can’t imagine not spending the rest of my life with you. So, will you marry me?”

The tears spilled over as you threw your arms around her, burying your face in her neck. “Yes,” you whispered. Then louder, “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!”

Billie laughed, holding you tightly as you both cried and laughed together. She pulled back just enough to kiss you—soft and slow at first, then again and again, as if she couldn’t get enough.

But as you started to settle back into your embrace, your own breath caught as you realized something. A new wave of nerves and excitement rushed through you as you thought about what you wanted to do next.

“What’s going on?” Billie asked, tilting her head as she studied your face.

You bit your lip, suddenly shy. “Hang on,” you said, reaching for your phone. After a few swipes, you pulled up a Pinterest board you made months ago. “Here,” You said, turning the screen toward her.

She leaned in, confused at first. But as she scrolled through the board, her expression changed. Pictures of sunsets, candles, beaches, and other romantic setups filled the screen. Then, at the bottom, a folder titled ‘her proposal’.

Her face softened, her lips parting as her eyes grew glossy. “You… you were planning to propose to me?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

You nodded, swallowing hard. “I don’t have a ring yet, but I wanted it to be perfect. I’ve been thinking about it for so long, Billie. I just…” You paused, looking into her watery blue eyes. “I just wanted you to feel as loved and special as you make me feel every single day.”

Her breath hitched, and before you could say anything else, she pulled you into a fierce hug. “I can’t believe you,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. “I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you.”

You pulled back just slightly, looking into her eyes. “So… I know I don’t have a ring yet, but I don’t want to wait anymore either.”

Billie raised an eyebrow, a gorgeous smile tugging at her lips. “Oh, yeah? You gonna do it right now?”

You giggled and nodded, taking her hands in yours and looking her straight in the eyes. “Billie Eilish Pirate Baird O’Connell,” you said dramatically, “will you marry me?”

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she nodded, her lips trembling with a smile. “Yes,” she whispered. “God, yes.”

You both laughed through your tears, kissing each other like you were the only two people in the world. The waves glowed blue behind you, the stars shining above, and nothing else mattered except for each other and the promises you had just made.

You stayed there on the beach, wrapped up in each other, laughing and kissing and dreaming about the future. It didn’t matter that you didn’t have rings or that it wasn’t some elaborate plan. All that mattered was each other—two people so in love that we couldn’t wait another second to promise each other forever.

✨🌊🫧🩵🥂💍

an: if you could tell by my unintentional location theme, i’m a raging water sign and loathe not living by the beach. anywhosiessss. hope you enjoyed!!💋🩷

[take-my-divine]

BTS 2025 Comeback

(Take my tarot interpretation with a grain of salt and sugar)

I asked the BTS members what they envision for the 2025 (or even 2026) comeback. Each one of them has an element that they want to stress on.

Overall and common theme— Two of Wands

They want to open more doors for themselves and expand their legacy

Woodland Oracle— Finding Self Worth, Inspiration, and Wisdom

BTS have felt and seen a lot of things. The process has made them wise and experienced. Their only advice is to not downplay themselves and continue walking with their heads up high.

(Now let’s get to what each member wants to do with the group comeback. I got some interpretations of what they want their music and visuals to look like and sound like.)

(I also used three different decks because the members wanted different pictorial representation. I used the mythology card deck for Namjoon, Jin and Hoseok, original Arthur Waite for Yoongi and Taehyung, and Cat tarot for Jimin and Jungkook)

Namjoon

Ace of swords + The Fool

Namjoon is bursting with creative and intellectual energy. He wants a new chapter for BTS’ perception and career. He’s not too strict with what he wants but he wants something bold, divisive and unique for the comeback.

I see him gravitating towards two songs— Spring Day and Sea (hidden track from ly her). It seems he wants to expand on those two themes. BTS have gone through a lot of seas and deserts and spring days in the past two and a half years and he wants to showcase that pain and fulfilment.

Jin

The Chariot

Well Jin was a bit curt sjdjjdjd. I sort of see him want the same thing as Namjoon— a revisit of the Sea themes. I also see Jin wanting to recreate that map of the soul seven rollout. He really wants to travel and explore a lot with this album. It seems his heart is really all about exploring and trying out new things. He doesn’t seem to want to jinx it or hold himself back by already coming up with an image but he too wants a song like Sea.

Hoseok

King of Swords + Six of Swords

Hoseok also wants a Sea song theme. He sort of wants to show BTS’ self discipline and ability to bounce back. Something about moving on and also rising from ashes. He sort of sees BTS group returning with vengeance and prowess unlike any other.

Yoongi

Ace of Swords + Six of Pentacles reversed + The Fool

Yoongi has similar cards as Namjoon but from a different deck. He’s not really thought of revisiting songs but he too shares the vision of going all out and bold. The reversed six of pentacles is showing me that Yoongi really wants to talk about something that was really unfair that happened to BTS. Something about them being betrayed or cheated out of something. Maybe the media? Or something that happened to them personally? He wants to bare his and BTS’ bruises. If Namjoon wishes for something hopeful, I see Yoongi wishes for something dark and contemplative.

Taehyung

High Priestess Reversed + the Emperor + Knight of Wands

Taehyung wants to make a song about similiar things as Yoongi— something about trust being broken, shallowness, superficiality, ignorance. I think this is because he sees BTS as an outlet that can help bring awareness to certain things. But at the same time he wants to show a “cool” side. Like despite all BTS went through, they came back like the Emperor and Knight card here. He might want something that’s also flirty. My brain heard Fake Love so I guess he wants something like that.

Jimin

The Chariot + The Magician Reversed + Page of Cups.

Like Jin, Jimin wants to travel with this work. He feels the most comfortable with BTS, and he treats their work like a throne. He might want to make a song also talking about some deceit that he has faced— like Yoongi and Taehyung. He also wants to try something super new and connect with his inner child once again with BTS.

Jungkook

The Sun Reversed + Lovers

Awwww… he’s just so happy to unite with the members. I guess that’s what he wants to make the music on— about the period where they weren’t together and then their reunion. It seems he wants this to be the defining track on the album. For him, the BTS bond is what makes the music hit for others and for himself too. So that’s really what he wants to focus on. He might take hands on approach with this track.

• • • • • • •

Overall I think the men are restless to come back. They have so many stories to share and concepts to explore. They all pretty much want the same thing.

[maxinemaxmayfield]

Twelve Days of Stranger-mas (10/12)

I'm using the twelve days of Christmas prompts from the @strangerthingswritersguild to create an ongoing fic with a short chapter for each day! steddie | teen&up | temporary character death

A/N: This chapter contains an audio clip, however a written version of the message has also been included, so it can be read without listening to the audio.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | PART SEVEN | PART EIGHT | PART NINE

Day 10 Prompt: Ten Secret Codes

Eddie – or whoever he is now – doesn’t fight them. He goes willingly, back through the forest, back through the trailer park, fortunately now void of bats, and back through the gate.

He looks awful. His hair hangs limply around his gaunt and sunken face, eyes staring blankly. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t seem to hear them either.

They take him to Steve’s, wrap him in blankets to try and warm his strangely cold, pale skin. They manage to get some water down his throat, past his parched, cracked lips. They’re all lost on what to do. Expected he might come back wrong, might be dangerous or have lost his memory. But this… shell? They don’t even know if Eddie’s still in there. 

There doesn’t seem to be anything else to do but wait. Steve insists the kids get home, rest and check in with their parents so they don’t panic. Begrudgingly, they agree, but promise to be back at sunrise the next morning. 

Eddie continues to sit on the sofa, wrapped up and staring straight ahead. Steve can’t take the silence, turning on the radio before he drops down into the armchair. The Police croon about watching him, and Steve closes his eyes, the exhaustion hitting him all at once. 

Every single day, every word you say–

The radio turns to static for a moment, then tunes into a different station. And then another, snippets of songs for no more than a few seconds. Steve’s eyes fly open, head whipping around to look at Eddie, but he’s still unmoving as the radio plays.

Help me if you can, I’m– lo-o-ost– Don’t run away, it’s only me– I’ve been waitin’ for so long– last thing I remember, I was runnin’– I lost my power in this world– Help me– escape–

“Eddie?” Steve asks aloud. 

The radio crackles once more, before landing on Lionel Richie’s voice – Hello? Is it me you’re looking for?

“Holy shit. Okay, uh… hang on – El! El uses the static, maybe… shit, okay, Eddie, c’mon,” Steve decides, guiding Eddie out to the Beemer under the cover of darkness. He’s only sure of one thing – Eddie’s alive. Eddie’s still Eddie, he’s just… trapped.

PART ELEVEN

[brookediamonds]

If youre still taking requests, maybe smth ab axel being the golden retriever boyfriend to the reader. Most people think she doesnt like him and is pitying him but axel makes her smile and laugh and he wants her to smile and laugh as much as possible because its his favorite thinf about her

the reason why i smile | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

Summary: You have a classic case of RBF and there's only person on this plant that can bring the biggest smile to your face. And his name was Axel Kovačević.

side note: Axel is apart of Miyagi-Do in this world!

Word Count: 2.1k Warnings: none! fluff

(a/n: I couldn't decide what song I liked better for this, it was between Smile by Avril Lavigne or Crazier by Taylor Swift)

not my gif

"She always looks mad."

"That's just her face."

"She looks so mean."

People couldn't be far from it. You were anything but mean. Sure your eyebrows were always closed in together, and smile lines were nonexistent on your face, but you were surely a smiling on the inside kind of person.

The only people who really knew that were you, your parents, and Axel Kovačević. It's nothing personal to the rest of the world, but what did everyone else have to offer?

You and your teammates have just finished another lesson with Sensei LaRusso and Sensei Lawerence, your body was still running off adrenaline from the sparring you just finished, earning a kudos from your Sensei's.

"That was an awesome match," Axel said as the two of you tied your shoes.

"It was whatever," you respond humbly, with a shrug. Axel snorted making you bump hips wit him.

"Hey, guys!" Sam chippers, walking up to you and Axel along with Miguel.

"Hey," Axel greets them as you continued tying your laces.

"We're gonna head to Golf N'Stuff right now, do you all want to join us?" The curly haired girl asks with a bright smile.

"Yeah, sounds like fun!" your boyfriend responds happily. "Right, (Y/n)?"

You glanced up at the blue eyed boy next to you with an amused expression.

"I guess," you sighed dramatically adjusting your tank top. "But I'm not going like this."

"Of course, we're gonna get changed and meet over there at six," Sam assures you.

You nod and stand up, grabbing your gym bag. Axel followed suit, trailing behind you as the two of you left the Miyagi-Do dojo.

"Good news!" Sam skips over to Tory and Robby who stood over by the exit talking amongst themselves. "I got (Y/n) and Axel to join us later tonight!"

"You actually got her to go?" Tory raises her eyebrows surprised by Sam's news. "Did you have to bribe her or something?"

"Look, I know she's been hard to get to know, but maybe she'll open up a little more after tonight," Sam encourages the group.

"Especially with Axel around," Miguel adds in. "She seems to talk a little more with him."

"Huh," Robby realizes. "You're right, she does talk to us more when he's there."

"I bet they're dating," Tory chimes as the four of the friends began walking to Sam's car.

"I doubt it," Miguel scoffs. "Girl never smiles, much less shows she likes anyone."

"But she does smile when Axel is around," Sam points out to her boyfriend. "Tory might be on to something."

"Okay, let's not speculate," Robby says holds his hands up in defense. "I'm sure they're just friends because they joined us at the same time."

"I'm with Robby on this one," Miguel agreed with his step-brother.

The girls rolled their eyes, sharing a secretive look between them as the four gathered in the Mercedes.

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Soon enough six pm rolled around, everyone meeting at the entrance of the arcade building. As you and Axel exited the car, your new friends waited patiently for you both.

"Alright, do you guys wanna start with mini golf or the arcade?" Miguel inquires as the six of you stood together.

"Mini golf!" Sam and Tory shout out making the boys laugh.

"Sound cool with you guys?" Robby asks turning to you and Axel.

"As long as (Y/n)'s on my team, we're good to go," Axel rubs his hands together, making your snort.

Sam’s eyes sparkled mischievously as she took notice to your lingering eyes on the boy next to you. "Actually, I’ve got a better idea. How about… girls versus boys?"

"I like that idea," you spoke walking over to the brunette. Axel's face drops seeing your betrayal.

"And loser buys snacks," Tory adds in with a devious smirk.

"Deal," Miguel agrees. "Hope you ladies brought your wallets."

"We won't need them," you taunt back. "Let's go get our clubs."

Tory and Sam fist bump behind your back, happy they were able to get you on their team. The music played loudly around the venue, neon lights lighting up the outside as everyone grabbed their gear.

As the six of you lined up at the first obstacle, you placed the ball down steadily lining up your shot. As you were about to hit the ball, you feel a presence lean down close to you, his voice low and warm, "good luck."

"Go away," you swat Axel away from you as if he were a gnat in your ear. He laughs watching as you carefully hit the target, the ball smoothly going down the drain.

"Nice one!" Sam cheers you on. You glare over at Axel who stood happily behind you, as if he hadn't tried to sabotage you.

As Sam went up next, you walked over to the tall boy, using your golf club to lean on.

"Don't think that flirty tone is gonna work on me," you say lowly so no one else would hear you.

"I do not know what you are talking about," Axel responds, playing dumb.

Without your knowledge, Tory catches Axel squeezing your left hip, before moving to go next at the ball. She knew it.

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After winning by one shot, the six of you decide to head inside and continue your fun with other games. As all of you split amongst yourselves, you went along with Sam and Robby to grab some game cards for the rest of your group.

"So, how'd you do it?" Tory asks moving to stand beside Axel.

"Do what?" He asks out of confusion.

"How did you manage to get with (Y/n)?" She smirks. Miguel looks over at the blonde wide eyed at her question.

"Tory!" Miguel mutters.

Axel barks out a laugh, a tint of a blush creeping up his neck.

"Holy shit," Miguel whispers seeing Axel's sheepish look. "You are dating (Y/n)!"

"What can I say?" Axel smiles softly, looking over at you as you stood in line grabbing a card. "I like a challenge."

"No but seriously, she's hard to read, how'd you get her to open up?" Miguel questions the tall boy next to him.

"She's actually one of the easiest people to talk to," he says. "Once you get past her 'don't talk to me' vibe, she's a great listener."

Tory looks over at Axel impressed with his description of her, now seeing how intently she always paid attention to those around her.

"Okay, we have enough for pretty much every game here," Sam, Robby, and (Y/n) come back to the group.

Miguel and Tory watched as you immediately went to Axel's side, your arm barely grazing his.

"I think we should start at basketball," Axel says turning to you.

"Fine, but don't cry when I beat you," you respond sassily making Robby and Tory laugh.

"She's so mean," Axel exhales watching you saunter towards the basketball machine. "I love it."

He walks off after you, placing a hand on your back making you turn back to him with a slight smile.

"Did we miss something?" Robby asks Tory seeing you bump your hips with Axel's to scoot him over to his side.

"Tory and Sam were right," Miguel admits with a playful eye roll. "They're dating."

"You see!" Sam cheers raising a hand to high five Tory.

"Makes sense," Robby nods looking over at you both as you let Axel stand behind you to guide your hands shoot the basketball.

And completely miss, making you laugh and gently punch him in the shoulder.

"They're cute," Sam pouts seeking her own affection from her own boyfriend.

As the other four watched you, you turned your back to them, facing the boy who just beat you in the game.

"Why are they looking at us like that?" You crossed your arms, your mouth falling into a straight line.

"I might've told them I'm hopelessly in love with you," Axel says grabbing the tickets that printed out of the machine. He stands up straight, taking a step towards you as you narrowed your eyes up at him.

"You what?" You laughed softly.

"They figured it out," Axel explains with a slight grin. "Someone can't keep their hands off me."

You rolled your eyes playfully, shoving him away from you softly, unable to hide your shy smirk.

"Whatever, you're the one that's always hanging off me," you flip your hair over your shoulder.

"I can't help it, you're irresistible," he says nonchalantly making you blush. "Now, let's win some more tickets because I see a stuffed dragon begging me to win it for you."

"You're ridiculous," you scoffed glancing over at the pink dragon sitting on one of the shelves behind the counter.

"You love it," Axel teases you, quickly pecking your forehead.

"Fine, but only because you made me lose," you say grabbing ahold of his hand, leading him to another game.

Axel can't help but smile at his girl, enjoying every minute she dragged him around.

"So cute," Sam cooes as she inserted her game card into a game of ski ball, seeing Axel and (Y/n) walk hand in hand toward the air hockey table.

"Adorable," Robby nods his head in agreement.

"Wait!" Axel stops you two in your place, making you come to a halt. "'Let's do this real quick."

"Axel," you groaned as he pushed you into a photo booth. You sighed as he shut the curtain closed from prying eyes, and slid a five dollar bill into the machine.

"You will love it, come here," he places an arm over your shoulder making you scoot back into his hold, wanting to be annoyed.

"I hate pictures," you grumble as you waited for the countdown.

"Not with me you don't," he says teasingly leaning in close to you to press a sloppy kiss against your cheek making you push him away as you laughed.

"That was perfect," he grinned seeing it pop on the screen, perfectly capturing your relationship. "Let's do something silly."

You decide to go along with the boy you adored, and stick your tongue out holding up a peace sign as he copied your same pose.

"Okay, now sweet," he suggests, his expression softening. He leaned his forehead against yours, his bright blue eyes catching your breath, like they always do.

"Axel," you murmered, feeling a flutter of warmth spread through you.

He grinned before molding your lips with his own, the final flash capturing the sweet moment. When he pulls back, you're flustered but peck his lips one last time.

The screen displayed the photo strip preview, and Axel reached out to grab the print as it slid out of the machine. He held it up with a triumphant smile.

"Look at that beautiful smile," he says pointing at the first picture where you're fighting to hold back a smile as you push him away in the photo.

"Gross," you fake gag.

"Hey, it's my favorite thing about you, you know?" Axel defends your feature. You look up at him with curious eyes.

"Really?" Your tone is genuine, a certain look of innocence Axel hardly ever saw.

"I thought it was obvious," he remarks pulling his phone out, and opening his gallery. He wiped through rows of phots of you smiling, some of them you weren't even looking at the camera.

"I love to see you smile," he exclaims, still scrolling through more photos. You can't help but smile, actually smile, with the way your heart melts as he looks at your pictures fondly.

Axel's eyes wonder over to you as you admire the photographs.

"That's my girl," he says proudly making you shake your head.

"Yeah, you still owe your girl some nachos and a slushy," you remind him playfully as you both moved to leave the booth.

"Yes dear," he replies with a mock-serious tone, staring down at you lovingly.

Your group of friends walk up to you, peering over your shoulder to see the photos.

"What were you two doing in there?" Miguel teases you as he bumped his shoulder against yours making you roll your eyes.

"Getting proof," Axel said confidently, pulling out the photo strip and holding it up for everyone to see. "She loves me!"

"Axel!" you whined as everyone closed in on him, taking in the pictures.

"Freaking adorable," Tory states giving you a sideways smile.

"Who knew (Y/n) smiled," Robby eggs you on making you frown.

"See what you did," you said snatching the photo out of Axel's grip. "You're messing with my street cred!"

"Worth it," he shrugged, completely unbothered. "I will buy you Reese's to make up for it."

You perked up at the idea of the peanut butter dessert. "Fine."

As you walked along with Sam and Tory, Miguel and Robby fell back behind with Axel.

"They have us wrapped around their fingers, don't they?" Robby sighed out referring to their girlfriend whom walked ahead of them, sharing laughter.

"Oh for sure," Miguel agrees.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Axel grinned, already thinking of ways on how to win you that pink dragon that called your name.

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(a/n: OMGGG I loved writing this!!! It was so cute and fun, I might write more on this trope. Thank you for this request!!)

[searchforahero]

UH normally i don't share my writing when it's this unedited but. here we are.

dicktim WIP set a couple weeks after red robin #12 (tim's confrontation with ra's)

They’re sitting at Tim’s kitchen island, eating food Dick taught Tim how to make years and years ago. It’s a flavorful pasta that can be made in under fifteen minutes that Tim always throws together when he’s too tired to really get into it after patrol and doesn’t want take-out. The only light in the room comes from the TV flickering on mute and the blinking lights and colors of the city through Tim’s window. It’s just bright enough for them to sit comfortably, and for Tim to see the way Dick is looking at him intensely out of the corner of his eye.

They eat in silence for a few minutes before Dick sighs deep from his chest and puts down his fork. He looks at Tim with a tenseness that makes him nervous and waits until Tim puts down his fork in turn before he starts speaking.

“Tim, I have a question that’s been plaguing me for months, and I’ve already asked you, but I don’t think you were honest with me last time.” If Tim didn’t know better he would say that Dick shudders in that moment, maybe he doesn’t know better, or maybe the lighting is just playing tricks on him. “I need you to be honest with me this time Tim.”

Tim wants to say no. He wants to say yes and mean no. He wants to say yes and mean yes Dick I’ll tell you anything, I’ll bare my soul to you if only you would do the same and we could become one. He stills his expression and tells Dick “Uh, sure man, go ahead, what’s eating you?”

“That night. With Ra’s.” And Tim knows exactly which one he speaks of, regardless of how many there have been before it. And he knows what Dick is going to ask before he asks, hears it ringing in his ears like a siren song, begging him to follow Dick into the depths, to bare himself wholly, to reach into his own chest and present his still beating heart to Dick like a present. “How’d you know? How did you know I’d be there to save you?” Dick looks bereft, lost and terrified and empty in a way Tim hasn’t seen him in years, and Tim hates himself for putting that expression on Dick’s face.

The lie was weak then, and it’ll be even weaker now that Dick is working from a clearer mind, now that he isn’t riding off the feeling of knowing someone he feared for is alive and well. He has no other though, and at least this one is tethered to the deepest feelings of belief he used to carry with him like a shield when he was young and naive. He smiles at Dick, but his cheeks twitch and his lips curl downwards of their own volition, and it’s weak to his own ears when he finally says “You’re my brother, Dick. You’ll always be there for me.”

He hopes the darkness obscures the way his face betrays him, but he has his doubts as he watches Dick’s face crumble into an expression of pure anguish. Dick stands up from the counter abruptly and circles over to Tim’s side until he’s right next to him. Tim pivots on his stool so he’s facing Dick, he has to look up at him to meet his eyes, and he’s not entirely sure he wants to, so he stays staring at the Beast Boy design stretching across his chest on his ugly green sleep shirt.

“Tim.” Dick takes in a shuddering breath that makes his chest move along with it. Tim still doesn’t look up. “Tim, look at me.” Tim tries to force himself to look, but he knows that the pain he has put there will tear him to shreds, and his eyes stay firmly on the graphic of Dick’s shirt.

Dick takes Tim’s head in both of his hands and forces him to look up ever so gently, and Tim was right about what he would see, but he was also so so wrong, because Dick’s beautiful blue eyes are sparkling with unshed tears and the skin around them is red, even as the tears refuse to spill. Tim can count every time he has seen Dick cry on one hand, he prays that this will not become one of them.

“How did you know I was going to catch you?”

Tim tries to look away from Dick, but he can’t bear to break out of Dick’s gentle grasp and his eyes are endless in a way that is keeping him entranced. He swallows dry and tries to find words, but he is all out of new ones. Dick has so easily stripped him down to nothing but the ugly, bruised and bleeding truth hiding deep inside of him.

“I didn’t.”

Dick slumps like a puppet with its strings cut, his head lands on Tim’s shoulder and his arms reach around until he’s wrapped around Tim like he’ll never ever let go. Tim is tense until he feels Dick shudder with his entire body, and a hiccup escapes him alongside a sob. Tim couldn’t do anything but wrap his arms around Dick and hold him back as tightly as he can if his life depended on it.

He can feel Dick’s tears seeping into the shoulder of his shirt. Maybe it doesn’t count if Tim doesn’t see him. Maybe Tim is full of shit.

They stumble together as Tim gets to his feet and pushes until Dick is at arm's length. He stares into Dick’s eyes and watches where wetness tracks down his cheeks and makes his skin glisten. Dick leans forward until his forehead is resting on Tim’s. Dick whispers with something akin to reverence, “I’m so glad you’re still alive. I don’t know what I’d do without you Tim, I don’t think I would survive. I couldn’t bear to wake up every day knowing you were not doing the same, looking at the same sun and the same moon and breathing the same air.” He shudders and a wet unhappy laugh leaves him.

Tim guides them bodily towards his room until he’s hitting the backs of his knees on his bed and toppling backwards with Dick sprawling on top of him. They curl around each other with a desperation yet unknown to them and in that moment Tim feels that he would simply wither up and die if he was ever apart from this man again.

[toytoriyadorm]

CHAPTER 5: Busy!

Yuukei pushed open the front doors of the gigantic dollhouse, no longer surprised by the messes this dorm likes to leave in its creative wake. Around them were tens of students, some bustling around with things like props to toolboxes and even the occasional outfit on a mannequin. Others, meanwhile, were either on the floor painting a set or at one of the bright pink tables sifting through a large stack of scripts.

A very busy day for Toytoriya, it seems.

With Grim peeking his head outside Yuukei’s school bag, the two walked up to a lively group of students. “Hi there, do you know where I need to go to see the dorm leader?” 

However, the group paid him no mind, ignoring him in favor of chattering about the recent changes made to the manuscript in front of them. 

“No, no, no. This still won’t work. Not against the star actor!”

“But it’s a solid plot!” A short student piped up, “A tragedy about a time traveler’s desperate attempt to fix what he’s lost! Simple enough to entice the audience but is still outside the box so as to not be cliche!”

“Uh, exc-” Yuukei tried chiming in.

“Do you think our dorm leader is looking for outside the box?? He voted for Neige during VDC even though all he did was sing a stupid kids’ song!”

“Hey, so-”

“N-not to put a pin in this debate, but…a reminder that if we’re changing the script we only have a day to implement the changes.” An elegant student with a dinosaur sticker muttered.

And with that comment, the crew in front of Yuukei went silent, breaking up in order to scramble with their– apparently– bad script. The Ramshackle student let out a sigh as his question went unanswered.

Unfortunately, the same thing would occur with the other Toytoriya members, all too engrossed in their dorm projects to give any attention to the newcomer in their midst. Any and all questions coming from Yuukei, Ace, and Deuce were met with “Sorry! Can’t talk now!” and “I don’t know, excuse me!”. As friendly as the prefect could be, he could feel his patience beginning to run low.

“Nyeh, Deuce, maybe you were onto something back at the entrance.” Grim glowered at the hectic scene from the bookbag. “It must have been a mistake for any of us to come at all…” 

“Don’t say that,” Yuukei glanced at his familiar, “It's just a busy time! There’s gotta be someone who can help us…”

Then, out of nowhere, Deuce and Yuukei felt a cold hand touch their shoulders. Whipping their heads around, the two jumped as they met the equally cold eyes of a red-haired student, who was smiling cheerfully. 

“H-hello!” Deuce said aloud, “Could you help us? We’re looking for someone.”

The girl nodded profusely, the extra limbs behind her sewing up a dress as she signaled to Deuce. 

“Oh thank god,” Yuukei sighed. “Now we can get back on track! Ace, let's hurry and- Hey, where’s Ace?”

The blonde student paused as he looked around, unable to spot his ginger-haired classmate amongst the commotion. Suddenly, the sound of metal crashing onto the floor and a few good swears turn the trio towards the front of the foyer, where both the lost Heartslabyul student and a drying banner are covered in fresh paint.

CHAPTER 6: Fight, Fight, Fight!

“No, no!” A Toytoriya student ran over to the now-ruined banner. “My assignment! My poor assignment!!” He pointed a finger at Ace. “You–!”

“Hey, I’m sorry!” Ace apologized as he looked at his now-colorful pants. “I didn’t see the paint, I’ll get out of your hair now!”

“No!” The student screamed, “You need to compensate me right now and fix this!”

“Compensate?!” Ace yelled back, “It's just paint, m-”

Before the “man” could slip out of the red-head’s mouth, he was met with a hard slap to the face by the student.

Deuce’s jaw dropped as the room went quiet. 

“Ah, this is starting to feel familiar.” Yuukei thought, as he watched Ace throw his fist right into the guy’s stomach.

“Henchman!” Grim yelled from the bag, “Looks like he got reinforcements, we gotta help Ace out!” 

As the two groups began duking it out, a crowd of pastel pink began to form around the area, entranced and horrified by the brawl in front of them. 

But once the accusing student pulled out his wand on Ace, intervention finally appeared. The student couldn’t even mutter a word as a glass box trapped the Toytoriya students in place.

“I leave for two minutes, and you guys begin fighting like infants?” A deep voice comes from the staircase leading upstairs. Yuukei looks up to see a disgruntled, older-looking guy with marks of what appeared to be black paint on his cheeks.If not for his uniform, he would have thought the man was a teacher rather than a student.

“Who started it?” He questioned, his tired eyes looking around the room with a threatening glare. The room immediately pointed to the newcomers, leaving Deuce and Yuukei to sputter out a futile explanation. But before the tall student could grab and throw them out, a voice broke through the silence.

“Ahh wait, wait!” The crowd broke apart, revealing a blonde student in what looked to be harlequin makeup. He appeared rather relaxed for someone who had witnessed a brawl. “Don’t go kicking people out just yet, Pat!”

“That’s a lot coming out of the student who was supposed to be managing in my place, Saturn.” The white haired student, Pat, replied, ignoring the trapped students banging on the magic glass.

“But I was managing! And keeping an eye out too…” Saturn trailed off, scratching the back of his shaggy, blonde hair. “Anyways, that Heartslabyul guy knocked some paint over, sure, but the kid in there threw the first slap.” He pointed to the group trapped in the glass box.

“Oh, really?” Pat turned his head to the now-terrified dorm students, who had all backed into the corner of the trap. With the wave of his wand, the contraption disappeared. “All of you, upstairs, everyone else, back to work! I know we’re all in a crunch, but the Festival is tomorrow, and your dorm leader would be disappointed to hear he can’t see everyone’s work because you all chose to watch a fight instead!”

[nazghcul]

FOR ONCE someone cared, not that he didn't have his broski and friends supporting him when it came to his music career, it felt better knowing Benny became so passionate about his music. His heart did that little dance in his chest that was felt all the way down the pit of his stomach. "Thanks for the interest babe, didn't expect you to be so supporting or even passionate about my songs. With all these copy and past versions, i feel like people mostly listen and not appreciate or give credit. Maybe i'm being a bit petty, but that shit irks me. I'm no one sticking my nose into other people's musical choices or how they take their career you know. But, of course i'll break down the subliminal messages and translate the wording for you. Italian is no different than spanish but i know you'll get certain phrases however, i'll translate any you don't fully understand." He smiled at his boyfriend. "I will say that i don't like that guy, as long as you play his songs while i'm present, we're good or else i'll be all types of grump." There was no denying Ludo had anger issues more so when this italian copy version Benny mentioned popped up in their conversation. Thankfully that guy was now a switched up topic. For the better.

"I've never messed around anyone outside my age range. I don't know what's the appeal there, fucking around with old people isn't right, i see them as my parents or grandparents. And i see why you dated outside your age, no hate. It was never my thing. Sorry you had to go through that, as always your father keep sticking his nose. He tried with me, and here we are." Ludovic never feared anything, not even death but he did fear not having Benny part of his life anymore. Crazy how he ended up changing for someone when he never thought that would be possible. Benny flipped the world upside down for him, all it took was one kiss to set him free. "Hope you can trust me. It's okay if that's hard for you now but, hopefully i can change that for you." Ludo whispered softly, kissing the other again. Only Benny could ever set him free, giving up on him for whatever dumb reason would be idiotic in itself. His tongue slipped between Benny's soft pillowed yet warm lips. When the kiss broke, hazel hues locked with Benny's blue ocean like ones, smiling at him.

"The ocean is like hell, dense, lonely, dark. Beautiful to marvel at, yet deadly. I guess for you, i can see why you choose it. it's less painful than a plan crash, i assume you'll feel the pain there compared to the ocean, you are more than likely to feel like another sleepy night. Just that you won't wake up. Well, given your tan skin, and how the ocean seems to call you. You are one hell of a sexy merman, take me with you. On the ship and boat, die a slow death in your arms." This was a deep conversation however, Ludo was being serious. If anything, he wanted death to be nice and take him with Benny. As they headed into this shop, Ludo had seen this nice silver pendant in the shape of an ocean which also had initials, lucky he saw one with and L. Guiding his boyfriend to the spot where he saw the necklace, taking it out from where it hung, showing Benny after. "Saw this, and luckily they have one with a B."

Visibly,   Benji   pursed   his   lips   into   a   pout.   He   hated   knowing   that   Ludovic   wrote   songs   for   him   and   Benji   had   been   unaware   of   it.   Why   didn't   he   listen   to   those   rumors?   Because   mostly   rumors   like   that   were   just   bullshit.   ❝I'll   listen   to   all   of   them   from   now   on,   and   ask   you   frequently   when   I   don't   understand   something.   Luckily,   Italian   and   Spanish   are   similar.❞   If   Benji   was   honest   he   had   to   admit   that   he   couldn't   wait   to   know   everything   Ludovic   kept   hidden   in   his   songs.   But   listening   to   all   of   those   had   to   wait   until   much   later.   Back   at   his   personal   prison   with   his   father,   Benji   would   have   enough   time   to   listen   to   all   songs.   Right   now,   he   rather   enjoyed   the   free   and   carefree   time   he   could   spend   with   his   new   boyfriend.

❝Yeah,   I   really   thought   that   at   first.   Two   or   three   years   before   I   met   you,   I   dated   someone   my   age   briefly.   If   you   can   call   it   dating.   But   turned   out,   he   said   that   he's   never   been   interested   in   me.   Richard   paid   him   for   leaving   me.   This   made   me   stop   trusting   guys   my   age.❞   But   with   Ludovic   it   was   definitely   different   and   Benji   understood   that   now.   Yet,   he   also   had   no   doubts   that   his   boyfriend   could   get   everyone   to   spread   their   legs   for   him.   Was   this   triggering   his   jealousy?   Yes,   secretly,   Benji   felt   the   little   green   monster   of   jealousy   creeping   up   again.   He   didn't   even   want   to   imagine   how   everyone   was   swooning   over   Ludovic.   And   sadly,   Benji   was   already   well   aware   that   they'll   run   into   a   bunch   of   ex-flings   sooner   or   later.   Will   Benji's   jealousy   endure   that?   Probably   not.   Benji   could   already   tell   that   he'll   start   an   argument   when   it'll   become   too   much.   Luckily,   the   kiss   distracted   his   mind   right   away   from   unnecessary   overthinking.   All   he   wanted   was   to   enjoy   their   date   for   as   long   as   it   lasts.   Sooner   or   later,   they   will   both   lose   their   patience   and   crave   each   other   again.   Benji   could   already   feel   that   his   body   was   growing   impatient.   Ludo   was   just   too   handsome   and   his   kisses   were   pure   sin.   The   only   way   to   distract   himself   was   to   keep   moving   while   holding   a   nice   conversation.   His   mind   shouldn't   go   anywhere   sinful,   not   yet   at   least.

Benji   hummed   and   nodded,   not   surprised   at   all   that   Ludovic   considered   both   scary.   It   was   the   most   rational   answer.   ❝It's   mainly   a   question   of...which   death   do   you   think   you   could   deal   with   a   little   better.   Most   people   will   probably   choose   death   by   plane   crash   because   they   hope   it'll   be   faster?❞   Benji   shrugged   a   little   bit.   ❝But   if   I'd   have   to   choose,   I'd   choose   the   ocean   and   the   ship.   Drowning   is   torture,   that's   true,   but   having   the   ocean   as   your   grave   sounds   nice   to   me.❞   A   bright   smile   settled   on   Benji's   lips.   ❝That   was   a   downer,   I'm   sorry.   It   didn't   mean   to   be   one,   I   just   love   the   ocean   a   lot.❞   He   chuckled   and   followed   his   boyfriend's   gaze   over   to   the   shops.   Immediately,   his   blue   eyes   flickered.   ❝Don't   mind   actually.   What   did   you   see?❞   he   asked   as   he   moved   closer   to   the   small   shop   Ludovic   mentioned.

[nexus-nebulae]

every day i wish that Rats SMP was a cartoon bc it would make the greatest show ever i think

[itsalwaysdark]

i was gonna make a post abt how i dont rly like like. Genre changing covers of songs and then realized upon introspection is that i sort of just dont like rock covers of songs generally