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didnt-want-to-be-a-halfblood · 4 years ago

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Kitten Me This

Heyyyy, so I know some people that have weak wifi connection and can’t access Ao3 so I decided to post my fic here, too.

Summary: "No, no, you don't understand. Lou..." Will took a deep breath, petting the cat gingerly as if afraid it would suddenly shatter in his hands. "This is Nico."

"Nico... di Angelo? Your boyfriend, Nico? Son of Hades? That Nico?"

"Yes! That Nico! He's been turned into a cat!"

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"Lou! LOUUU!" Shouted Will as he practically broke down the door to the Hecate cabin.

"What??" Lou Ellen opened the door, irritation evident on her face. Her dark hair was rumpled, and her winged eyeliner was slightly smudged on one side as if she'd just woken up from a mid-afternoon nap. "You do realize that this cabin is built with magical stones? If you dislodged one with all your yelling and banging-"

"Yes, I could explode or turn into a tree- That's not important!" He moved past her and collapsed dramatically onto the nearest bed. "This is an emergency! Look!" He lifted up a small bundle of black fur.

"What's that?" Lou Ellen stepped closer to examine the bundle. The fur twitched and two brown eyes looked back at her. "A kitten? Did you bother me during meditation-"

"You weren't meditating, you were sleeping-"

"-To try and get me to take care of this scruffy thing? Will, my cabin is too dangerous to house an animal like this. It'd be getting into potions, ruining spells, and my younger siblings will try and do transformation experiments on it. Leave it here and it'll be a piglet by tomorrow."

"No, no, you don't understand. Lou..." Will took a deep breath, petting the cat gingerly as if afraid it would suddenly shatter in his hands. "This is Nico."

"Nico... di Angelo? Your boyfriend, Nico? Son of Hades? That Nico?"

"Yes! That Nico! He's been turned into a cat!" Will set the kitten on the bed, and the little guy stretched before laying down, curling up into a perfect little fuzzy black circle. It was admittedly a super cute cat.

"Are you sure that's Nico?" Lou Ellen hesitantly reached out to pet the kitten. Immediately, the cat perked its head up and hissed at her. It wasn't particularly scary, but she got the message: No touching.

"It's okay, Nico." Will cooed. "This is Lou Ellen? Remember her? She's our friend." He gently ran his fingers through its fur and cat-Nico began to purr softly.

"Okay, maybe he is Nico." She admitted. "What happened, exactly?"

Will shrugged, "We were sitting by the campfire, just talking! And I was like 'Oh, by the way I was thinking instead of going to normal lunch today maybe we could go someplace special to celebrate our anniversary.' And I searched through my bag to find my coupons for 'Benedetta's Pasta' which is this Italian pasta place in New York, and okay yeah it's not the fanciest pasta place in the world, but they do have a guy who knows how to play Taylor Swift songs on accordion and-"

"William. Focus." Lou Ellen snapped her fingers. "The longer this takes the harder it could be to transform him back."

"RIght! Uh, and when I looked up Nico was gone! And this little guy was sitting on the log, just staring at me!"

"You didn't see anything else?"

"No, I was looking for coupons."

"No magic sparks or incantations or flashes of light?"

"No, I was busy looking for coupons!!"

"Will, there's only so much I can do if I don't know how he turned into a cat. He needs the same kind of magic used to transform him into this to transform him back."

"Oh gods." Will put his head in his hands. "You're the most powerful, talented sorcerer we have at camp. If you can't do it then it's hopeless." Will sniffed as if beginning to cry.

Lou Ellen sighed. "You really think I'm the most powerful?"

"And smart, too." Will pouted up at her, hitting her with puppy-dog eyes. "If anyone can figure out how to save Nico, it's you."

"Ugh, fine. Alright. Let's talk to the satyrs and nymphs. They can talk to animals. Maybe Nico himself can tell us what happened."

So, the daughter of Hecate and the son of Apollo walked through the forest until they wound up by the riverbank. All things considered, it was a beautiful day. Hopefully the day was perfect enough that all the nymphs would be in a good mood and willing to help. Will stepped forward and cleared his throat.

"Hi! Hello! Um, I was wondering if someone could help us? We're trying to communicate with this cat." Will lifted the black kitten above his head like baby Simba in the Lion King movie.

No response.

"Please?" Will tried again. "He's actually my boyfriend and I'd really like him to not be a cat anymore by the end of the day, y'know? Isn't there anyone here who knows what it's like to be in love? To have that love taken away from you?"

No response. No movement. The trees and bushes and plant life didn't say a word.

Lou Ellen put a comforting hand on his shoulder and smiled sweetly. "Why don't you let me try?"

"Sure."

"Hey!" Lou Ellen shouted harshly. "Listen up! This here is a child of Apollo! If someone doesn't give us five minutes of their time then he's going to start reciting some of his dad's greatest poems of the 20th century! And Apollo wrote a lot of haikus in the 80s." It was definitely spoken as a threat.

The trees and bushes began to rustle as if talking with one another. Will nodded to Lou Ellen in approval. They waited for about two minutes before she spoke again.

"Okay, Will! That's it! From the top, the poetry reading begins now! Don't say I didn't warn you all-"

"Wait!" Juniper hastily walked toward them. "I'm here! It's okay, everyone. I'm here now!"

"Hey, Juniper!" Will smiled, happy to see a friendly face. "What's up?"

"Will." She smiled back. "I was just out talking to Rosemary. She needed relationship advice." Then her voice dropped to a whisper. "A lot of shrubs are envious of my stable relationship with Grover. They find most satyrs to be... unreliable in showing consistent affection. Grover and I? We're the satyr-nymph power couple. I'm kind of like the local marriage counselor nowadays."

"And I'm sure you're wonderful at it." Will said sincerely. "Can you talk to cats?"

"Hmm, well, my feline might be a little rusty. We mostly get squirrels and birds out here, but I'll see what I can do!"

"That's all I ask." Will leaned down and carefully set cat-Nico on the ground. The kitten curiously sniffed at the grass.

"Cute little guy." Juniper grinned. "Tell me little one, what's your name? How did you come to be like this?" The cat gave a little meow-squeak in response. "I see..."

"What?" Will looked back and forth between Juniper and his feline boyfriend. "Does he not remember who he is?"

"They go by the title 'The Ruler of All Darkness.' Claims to have come to the mortal realm to 'incite fear into my enemies.'"

"Nico is always so dramatic..."

"You're one to talk." Lou Ellen rolled her eyes.

"Juniper, can you ask him if he remembers me?"

Juniper asked.

"'Yes, the one who smells of sunshine. Indeed, he is tolerable.' And... something about being worried you're going to abandon it?"

"What, just because he's a cat now? Nico, I would never!" Will leaned down and let the kitten nuzzle his hand. "Neeks, we're going to change you back. And- and if for some reason we can't, that's... that's okay. Alright? You'll stay with me, you'll be the most pampered and taken care of cat in the whole world. You..." Will got choked up at this point. "So what if the love of my life is a cat now? So what if... if... We can't do any of the things we planned to do together? So what if at the most you'll only live to be another twenty years?" Will started actively sobbing. "I won't abandon you. Ever. I'm sorry, Neeks. I should've payed attention. I should've stopped this from happening. I should've-"

"It's okay, WIll." Lou Ellen hugged him. "Shh, it's okay. Maybe we still don't know how to change him back yet, but we will. I promise."

Will leaned into her and cried. "This is all my fault."

Juniper joined in on the hug. "I can ask around and see if any of the nymphs saw what happened. We have eyes and ears everywhere, surely someone saw something..."

And who knows how long Will would've kept crying when suddenly they all froze at the sound of a familiar voice.

"There you are!" Nico's voice rang out from behind them. "Will, I've been looking everywhere for you!"

They turned slowly to face a very human, very not-a-cat Nico di Angelo. He was dressed in a nicely tailored suit and his hair had been neatly brushed. He was holding a bouquet of flowers, but they were beginning to wilt as Nico's anxiousness caused them to decay.

"Why... why is everyone crying?" Nico awkwardly tugged on his suit. "Why are you guys looking at me like that?"

"Nico! You're- you're human!" Will stood up, glancing down at the kitten.

"How nice of you to notice." Nico said sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I mean..." Will frantically looked to Juniper. "But he said 'Ruler of All Darkness.'"

"Hmm... To be fair, most cats talk that way."

"She said." Lou Ellen corrected, examining the cat, much to the kitten's displeasure.

"What?" Will asked.

"She. This cat is female. Animal transformations can sometimes change the sex of the person in question, but not usually. That's, like, basic shapeshifting 101."

"I..."

"Can someone explain to me what's going on?" Nico crossed his arms. "Will, I thought you wanted to go out for lunch? We're going to be late."

"Uhh." Will took the cat from Lou Ellen. "I got us this cat for our anniversary!" The black kitten stared at Nico and gave a pitiful meow.

"You what?" Nico sighed. "I tell you 'Hey, babe, give me five minutes and I'll shadow-travel to Italy to find us a real Italian restaurant for lunch.' And I come back to find this?"

"Ohh, is that what you said? I didn't hear you exactly because I was... busy looking for coupons." Will sheepishly avoided eye-contact with Lou Ellen. Still, he could feel her death glare.

"Will, I love you, but you are not using coupons at a restaurant for our anniversary. I'm rich. Just let me pay." Nico walked up to Will and traded him the flowers for the kitten. "Where did you even find this thing?"

"Uhh..."

The kitten reached out a paw and booped Nico on the nose. It gave another soft meow.

"Oh,' Juniper giggled. "She said, 'You smell like death. Perhaps we shall form an alliance, bathe in the blood of our enemies. Together, we can destroy them all.'"

"You got us a homicidal kitten?" Nico laughed. Gods Will loves it when Nico laughs.

"Only the best for you, babe." Will casually winked, ignoring his eyes were slightly swollen from crying.

Lou Ellen huffed. "I'm going back to bed. Will, you useless homosexual, you owe me." She marched away. Juniper politely nodded to Will and Nico before following suit. She probably had more couples counseling to do.

"C'mon, Solace. Let's get you dressed. We can go shopping for our newest little family member after lunch." Nico cooed at the kitten and she snuggled up against him. "Or maybe we can sneak her into the restaurant. Would you like that, piccolina?" Nico proceeded to call her a series of cutesy names that Will didn't understand.

"Nico?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

"Interesting. You know what, Will?"

"What?"

"I love you, too." Nico gave him a peck on the cheek. "C'mon, let's go..." They walked together in silence for a moment. "So, you thought I turned into a cat, huh?"

"Okay, in my defense, weirder things have happened!! It was a perfectly reasonable conclusion to come to, alright!! You absolutely would've done the same thing-"

"Ha! Yeah, right-"

"You totally would have! Look, I'm just saying-"

The End.

#my fic #solangelo #Nico di Angelo #Will Solace #lou ellen blackstone #juniper #pjo #toa #hoo

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broadstbroskis · 5 years ago

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surprises- pt 1 | mat barzal

welp, here we go with barzy baby fic! how long’s it going to be? your guess is as good as mine! but i’m excited to start sharing with you guys and i’d love to hear what you think!

warnings: mention of the pandemic/quarantine

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The timing was pretty poor, you could acknowledge that.

Stuck in your apartment as a result of social distancing, you’d grown bored quickly. Working from home was only so exciting and your company’s slack channel was often getting more and more ridiculous as you and your coworkers searched for things to talk about (debates had thus far included best and worst Taylor Swift song, best and worst Harry Potter book, and ranking coworkers' new baby names).

Your roommate had left you on your own, in favor of quarantining herself with her relatively new boyfriend (ignoring your cries of betrayal as she left) so when your neighbor and friend from across the hall had come knocking, you welcomed him with open arms. “I’m bored out of my mind.” Your eyes are wide as you pull him inside.

“How do you think I feel?” You didn’t even notice the bottles of wine in Mat’s hands but you’re grateful for them as he settles them on the counter. “The only thing I can do is workout right now.”

You give him a look. “Yeah, because that’s what you need to be doing.”

“I’m going to lose my washboard abs.” He whines overdramatically, and that’s what sets you off.

Technically you’re still supposed to be working, but you know for a fact you’re not the only one who’s started drinking already and as long as you stay logged in for the next hour, no one will care. You and Mat quickly work your way through the first bottle and he’s popping the second one, while you log off your work account and place the take out order for pizza.

The second bottle goes almost as quickly, but then the two of you slow down once the food arrives. Mat pops the third bottle in your apartment after dinner, when the two of you settle in together, very closely, much closer than usual, for some Netflix.

You’re not really sure who makes the first move; you know you’re leaning against him and that his arm is around you, brushing against your shoulder, but the next thing you remember, you’re in his lap and his hands are eagerly tracing every bit of skin they can find.

That you end up in bed after that isn’t surprising. That it keeps happening is a little surprising. But, well, there’s not really a lot else to keep you occupied.

And it’s lot more fun to spend your days fucking Mat than doing almost anything else. There’s apparently a lot you two have been missing out on that you could have been doing.

Eventually, things go back to normal- or as normal as they could be after the pandemic that occurred-and despite the fun the two of you had during your quarantine, you fall easily back into friends and neighbors. Mat gets back to real training, a modified game schedule, and then into playoffs, where after crashing and burning in the first “round” (if you’d like to call it that), he heads back home to Western Canada for a shortened summer to catch up with family and friends.

You’re back at work, excited to be with people again. You and your coworkers institute happy hour Friday’s, where you all start ducking out of work two hours early-summer hours, your boss is calling them, completely ignoring the fact that no one else in your company is having them-to go to the bar, hang out, and just catch up after spending the long weeks apart. They usually end up turning into more of a shit show, with the office group chat often blowing up the next morning with complaints about how hungover people are.

It’s after one such happy hour that you first notice your issue. You wake up Saturday morning, roll over, and then immediately rush into the bathroom to throw up. Within the next hour, that happens four more times.

You’re lying as still as possible on the couch in the living room when your roommate comes out of her room and straight up laughs at your misery. “It’s not funny.” You whine at her, even though it makes you kind of nauseous to even talk.

“Yes it is.” Molly snickers. “You were home by like 8. For a lightweight like me to get to sit here and watch you be hungover as fuck when you didn’t even have this crazy night, this is my Christmas. Welcome to the club, bitch!” She cackles, not unkindly, but definitely remembering all the times that you and your friends had laughed at her when she’d been in your position.

You barely even hear her, as the first part of her sentence registers, and you bolt upright, immediately regretting it as you do so. You were home by 8. You hadn’t even had that much to drink, begging off a third drink after a headache had started. There’s absolutely no reason for you to be feeling this way.

“You’re right!” You’ve learned from your mistakes and you slowly lower yourself back down to the couch. “I must have eaten something funny.” You’re already starting to feel a little better, you think; it wasn’t nearly as nauseating to lower to the couch. You’re actually almost feeling like you could stomach some food.

“Ugh.” Molly scoffs in disgust. “Couldn’t you just let me have this?”

“Want to watch some Netflix and order breakfast?”

“Fine.”

And as the day goes on, you feel a ton better, even feeling well enough to join Molly and her boyfriend for dinner at one of your new favorite places. It’s another early night and you hold off on booze, just because your stomach’s still feeling kinda queasy from the morning.

And it’s full on rolling again the next morning. You’re back in the bathroom again first thing, which is where Molly finds you, a look of concern on her face. “So, what’s going on?”

You close your eyes, a little more sure that the nagging thought from yesterday morning might be true. “I think we need to take a walk.”

She gives you a look. “To where?”

“Drug store.”

She inhales a sharp breath. “To buy?”

“I think you know what.”

“Yeah, but it wouldn’t be real to me until you said it.”

You stand up shakily, reaching for your toothbrush. No use in putting this off longer than you need to. “Yeah, me either.

Molly squeezes the arm that’s reaching out for your toothpaste comfortingly and then turns to leave and get ready herself.

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Once you’ve got far more pregnancy tests in your basket than you’ll hope to ever need in your life, Molly looks at you. “Did you want to take them all home or?”

“Or what? Take them here in CVS? This isn’t fucking Juno, Molly! We have an apartment!”

She shrugs as the two of you start walking up toward checkout. “Maybe you just didn’t want to taint your bathroom with those memories.”

That’s a good point. “I’ll just use yours.” You crack and the two of you burst into laughter, for the first time all day.

It feels so good to laugh that you don’t even notice someone calling out for your roommate. “Moll!” You both look around for the familiar voice, searching for Molly’s boyfriend, but you’d been so distracted by your laughter that you don’t realize how close he is until he speaks again. “Holy shit! Is there uh-something you need to tell me?”

Brian’s actually right there-like standing next to you, in line. Molly’s eyes are wide, looking between you and Brian in a panic as she’s unsure how to answer, so you step up. “They’re not for her; they’re for me.”

“Oh.” Brian says. Molly breathes out a sigh of relief. He looks over at you. “Uhh. Do I need to kick somebody’s ass?”

You burst into laughter and Molly slugs him on the arm. “Bri!”

“What?” He protests. “I’m just trying to be supportive.”

You’re still laughing. “Not yet.” You tell him. “I’ll keep you posted.” Brian’s great; the more time you spend with him, the more you grow to love him and the more convinced you become that he’s absolutely perfect for Molly. But there’s a zero percent chance he’s going to be able to beat up Mat, who’s probably got a good 3-4 inches and at least 30lbs. on him.

Brian grins. “Done deal. Should I go grab some-” He pauses. “Well I was going to ask if I should grab some booze to get this party on the road but that doesn’t seem appropriate. Sparkling cider? Orange juice?”

“There’s no point in having orange juice if there’s not champagne in it.” You tell him.

“Ohh, go hit that juice bar we were at last week!” Molly requests.

“See you in a few!” Brian salutes.

“I love him.” You tell her, as he exits the door.

“You can have him as a baby daddy.” She offers.

“I might take you up on that.” You pay for the absurd number of pregnancy tests and begin walking with her back home.

She scoffs. “Yeah, like you’re gonna need a stand in.”

You’re actually pretty nervous of that fact.

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A few hours later, you’ve got a string of positive pregnancy tests sitting in a row on the living room table. Not even one negative giving you a sliver of hope. Brian and Molly are drinking for you, for all three of you, and you’re sitting in your corner of the couch numbly staring at them.

Suddenly, you can’t take it anymore. You reach for your phone and press the contact for the one voice you need to hear now.

Mat answers almost immediately, laughing, sounding like he’s having a great time, doing...whatever he’s doing back at home. Sounding young and carefree, like the 23 year old he is. Like the 23 year old you usually sound like.

“Hey!” You can practically hear him grinning through the phone.

“Hey.” You are...decidedly not grinning, but you do your best to stay upbeat and positive.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, immediately, so you must not have done too good a job.

“Nothing.” You tell him. Despite what all the tests are saying, you don’t want to say anything until you call your doctor first thing in the morning. And this certainly isn’t a conversation you want to have with him over the phone if you can help it. “Just-a little bit of a crazy weekend.” Not necessarily in the sense you’d usually be referring, but not a lie, all the same.

“Big parties?” Mat teases.

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath and trying not to cry. “Something like that.”

You can practically hear him frown. “Are you sure you’re okay, YN?”

“Yeah.” You tell him. “Just wondering when you’re coming back so I don’t have to water your plants anymore.”

“Do I still even have plants?” He asks skeptically. “I know what your black thumb is like.”

“I guess you’ll see when you come back!” The answer is no. There were no plants. You and Molly kept swearing you’d go out and replace them with new ones before he came back, but you were sure he’d be able to tell. He always could.

Mat laughs. “I know what that means.” In the background, you hear someone call for him and he shouts for them to fuck off.

“You got to go?”

“We’re about to go finish our hike.” Mat says, apologetically. “Have to get down the mountain now.”

“Ugh.” You scrunch your nose.

“Alright, city girl.” He teases. “I’m sure I’ll talk to you soon!”

“Excuse you, I am from Larchmont!”

He laughs again. “I think that’s probably worse.”

“Don’t fall down the mountain.” You tell him dryly.

“Is Molly there? I want to make sure you aren’t holding a voodoo doll right now.”

You laugh. “Bye Mat.” He bids you the same and you hang up, feeling much better than when you called.

Still anxious as shit, but at least Mat is still the same Mat.

You wonder for how long that will last after you tell him.

#mat barzal imagine #mat barzal fan fic #hockey imagines #hockey fanfiction #nhl imagines #nhl fanfiction #my hockey fics #surprises series

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anythingandeverything1d · 5 years ago

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Thank you, Next.

“(y/n) if you don't turn off your phone I will.” Your friends voice threatened. You had been receiving texts, DMs, and taggings non stop since Harry had taken his “new girl” to his red carpet premier. You didn’t want to see them anymore than your friend wanted to hear them, but you were waiting on a call..a call that would change everything for you, at least you hoped it would.

“You know I can’t.”

“I know but I wish you would.” she groaned and rolled over in bed to look at you. “You're lucky I love you. I wouldn't let anyone else’s phone drive me to madness like I would yours.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes. “I love you too. Now can we actually do something about this. What do I do?”

“Just make a statement. Maybe that would help, you know something to shut everyone up. Something like back off I see his new bitch she's not even that pretty.”

“That is in no way helpful Lex.”

“I think it would be fantastic to see though.”

You threw a pillow over at her. “Okay but seriously. What does a break up post even say when I haven't talked to Harry and nor will I ever again. We aren't friends and I don't want to be either.”

“Knock knock.” Ash walked into the room and jumped on the bed, flinging the leftover popcorn from movie night everywhere.

“ASHTON!” you yelled pushing his shoulder. He just laughed and high fived Lexi in response.

“Whatcha cuties up to today?” Ash had been hanging around a lot more since Harry had ended things with you, which was surprising because he was more of Harry’s friend than yours. You weren't complaining though, he had helped a lot with getting over the break up and you even thought he might be falling for Lexi which she so desperately needed.

“(y/n)’s about to write her statement on the break up with Harry so that her phone will hopefully stop making its dreadful sounds all day.”

“Ohh interesting.” he replied placing a pillow on Lexis lap and laying back on it while kicking his feet onto yours. “What do you have so far?”

“Nothinggg I don't even want to write this. It’s been what 3 months since we broke up...why even try now?” 2 months and 16 days actually but who was counting right?

“Hand over the phone cutie.” You placed the phone in his hands and tried to see what he was writing. Lexi was watching and laughing. This can't be good... “How about some Taylor Swift lyrics, we know how he feels about that. Ex’s unite right?” Ashton laughed at himself and I moaned a complaint. He handed the phone back, but instead of Taylor Swift, it had a different song.

“Thank you, next? Really?”

“Its simple. Makes a point. I like it. Lex?”

“Post it girl.” she held a thumbs up and you clicked send, forever ending your relationship with Harry Styles. After tweeting that you posted a pic of you, Ash, and Lexi tangled in the blankets of your bed and laughing to instagram with the same caption. You then turned the phone off, forgetting about the call you were waiting on, and forgetting about Harry.

“What should we do now?” you asked looking at the other two.

“Bar?” Ashton asked wiggling his eyebrows. “I can invite the other guys too.”

“Ehh...” you contemplated. Going out was not on your mind, especially while waiting for the madness of everything to calm down. “Come on (Y/n)...It’ll be fun! Plus the boys will be there and so no one will actually have the chance to look at you.” Lexi smiled her devious smile and you rolled over giving in to the peer pressure. The two of you got dressed while Ashton called up the rest of his group, telling them to meet us at the bar in an hour. You may not have loved the idea of going out but you had to admit putting on make up and clothes made you feel like a person again. You looked good too. Maybe I’ll meet my husband tonight...or maybe I’ll get drunk..both are wins right? Your thoughts were interrupted by Ashton who loudly whistles as you and Lexi walked down the stairs.

“Wow...” He smiled and looked you both from top to bottom. “You clean up beautifully cuties.” He held out his arms and we each took one laughing as he led you to the car.

At the bar you had definitely regretted your decision to come. Even with Ashton, Luke, Calum, and Michael surrounding you, people were asking questions, taking pictures, and pointing. You felt overwhelmed and stressed. Apparently your post had made the top trend on twitter and everyone wanted to talk about...except for you. “Lets dance” Luke said grabbing your hand and pulling you into the crowd of people. Luke was making you forget everything, he was purposefully dancing like a freak causing you to laugh so hard you had tears in your eyes. You looked over at Lexi and Ashton dancing together. Everything seemed normal again. You were letting yourself have fun. Luke pulled you closer as the song slowed and you rested your head on his shoulder, his hands on your waist. He tugged you closer and lowered his hands and you were okay with it.. you were maybe even enjoying it. Lukes lip went to your ear.. “wanna get a drink?” You nod your head and he grabs your hand pulling you to the bar. You had almost made it when another hand grabs you. You turn to push the hand off and stop dead. Your heart drops into your stomach and you instantly feel sick. Standing there was your green eyed angel wearing his famous black skinny jeans and a blue floral shirt. A mixture of emotions clouded his face but when he looked at you his mouth quirked up into a soft smile, revealing the dimples that made any girl go weak in the knees. Luke turned and steps in front of you. “Harry. What are you doing here?”

“Funny. I could ask you the same thing.” He hadn't dropped your hand yet and people were starting to notice the scene, including Lexi and Ash who had rushed over. Lexi grabbed your hand Ash pushed Harry back a step.

“Harry, man. Calm down.” Ash said with his hands out in front of him.

“Don’t tell me to calm down Ashton.” Harry shoved Ash hard. “Don’t ever tell me to calm down, especially when you have your hands on my girl and you've been sleeping in her bed.” Ash looked from Harry to you and laughed.

“Your girl? You mean the one you broke up with? Hate to break it to you Harry but she's not yours..not anymore.” Harry was fuming. He grabbed Ash’s shirt and pulled him forward.

“Harry stop.” You had been watching the whole thing unwind in horror, along with all of the other people in the club who were about to video tape Harry Styles beating up Ashton Irwin. You stepped in front of Luke and Lexi and faced Harry. Just looking at him brought tears to your eyes. “Please stop.” you whined wiping a tear as it fell down your cheek. Harry’s expression changed. He dropped Ash’s shirt and stepped forward. His green eyes were glittering with tears as well. He walked forward and pulled you into a hug, your face flat against his chest and his arms tight around your waist. You could feel his tears falling on the top of your head and your tears were soaking into his shirt. You took a breath and breathed in his smell, allowing yourself to feel safe in his arms for the moment and listen to his heart beat slowing down. You had almost forgotten how much you loved his hugs. The way his arms fit perfectly around you, the way his head rested on top of yours, the way your head could bury perfectly into his chest and hear his heartbeat. Unfortunately the hug didn’t last as long as you had hoped. Harry stepped away, holding onto your hand still. He just seemed to realize that he had caused quite the scene.

“Can we talk?” he asked looking at you, his eyes begging for a chance. “Alone... please (y/n).”

“No- no this is crazy Harry.” Lexi said stepping forward towards you. “Why are you even here. To hurt more than you already have? To rub your new girlfriend in her face some more? Just fuck off Harry. Look at her.” Harry looked at your face with a pained expression. “Can’t you see how much you're hurting her right now? You're a real asshole Harry.” Lexi was ready to pounce, and to be fair she had a reason. She had nursed you back to your normal self after the break up. Staying over for weeks making sure you were eating and showering and sleeping. She was afraid what one more conversation would lead to.

“I know I hurt her...” Harry looked at his feet. “I need to talk to her though....I need to-”

“You don't need anything Harry.” Ashton walked up to Lexi and put his hand on her shoulder. “Just get out of here before you cause more trouble than you already have.”

Harry sighed and looked up. “I will when she tells me to.” Everyone looked and you and you looked at the floor. Of course, leave it to me to be the bad guy..I don't even want him to leave....I just want things to be the way they were before-

“(y/n)” Ash's voice interrupted your thoughts. “Tell him to leave.”

You looked at Harry and your heart broke all over. He was crying at this point, tears streaking down his cheeks, bags under his eyes, his hair slightly more tangled than normal, and he even looked a little thinner. There was no way you could tell that boy to leave right now. You felt everything he looked like he was feeling. “Harry-” he looked down crying a little harder. He thought you were going to tell him to go...Ash and Lexi looked relieved and gave a reassuring nod in your direction. You turned to them, tears in your eyes, “I need to talk to him.” Their eyes grew wide and uncertain. Harry’s head whipped up and he looked surprised as well. You turned to him hand out, “We need to talk, but not here.”

Harry nodded and grabbed your hand, leading you out of the club where paparazzi had began to huddle. Probably heard there was a fight...You looked back once more as the door closed at Lexi and the boys who seemed to be begging you to reconsider. Too late now... Harry shielded you from most of the cameras and questions, looking for a quiet place to sit down. Apparently the only place he came up with was his car. He opened the door and helped you in before jumping in the other side. He quickly turned it on and put it in gear. “Where are we going?” you asked suddenly very nervous.

“Somewhere we can talk without people intervening and listening..” Harry must've sensed your apprehension because he threw in a “if that's okay with you..” at the end. You had nodded your head and starred out the window. It was raining and dark and you had no idea where he was going but luckily the drive was helping calm you down a bit. Your mind cleared and your breathing slowed, the tears also seemed to stop. Harry pulled into his driveway and your breath caught in your throat. There were so many memories here. Good and bad. Like the first time you had come over, or the last time you had moved out... When you broke your foot jumping over the fence to scare him, the way he kissed you on the porch before carrying you inside- “Sorry this was the only place I could think was free of people and paparazzi..”

“ssokay” you mumbled getting out of the car and following him inside. At the door a large furry surprise greeted you. “Clifford?” you asked looking at Harry. He just shrugged.

“Im watching him for the week.” You followed Harry into the living room and settled yourself on the couch. Harry stood a few feet away pacing in circles, fingers tearing through his hair the way they did when he was stressed. “(y/n)...” he breathed out looking at you, his green eyes locking on yours. “I don't even know where to start...” You didn't say anything. You didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I never meant to hurt you...I never meant for any of this to happen.”

“What do you mean? Any of this to happen? Me getting terrorized by your fans? Getting questioned about what I did to end the relationship? Getting hate because you got a new girlfriend no one likes, which by the way is somehow my fault? Getting my heart broken after you had promised it wouldn't happen?”

“All of it! Okay all of it! I didn’t want any of that to happen-”

“You didn't want it to but it did Harry. Its your fault too. All of it.” “I love you.” He looked at you so seriously you were taken aback.

“Wha-”

“I am in love with you. I never stopped being in love with you. I fucked up. When I broke up with you it was because I followed what management had said. I was an idiot and I let them convince me the best thing in my life was going to bring me down. I-”

“Harr-”

“No stop. Let me finish. I have never made such a big mistake before. I knew as soon as you left that I had screwed up. I wanted so badly to follow you but I thought that giving you time was going to help. I thought that you would rather never see me again. But everyday I have been away from you I haven't been able to even breathe normally. I thought finding someone else, a distraction would help but the minute she walked through my door it felt so wrong. Everything about it. I couldn't do it. And then I saw your tweet today, and I saw Irwin in bed with you and I couldn't breathe. I called Louis for help. He said to man up and do something so I came to the club. Baby I’m so sorry. So sorry for everything just please don't go...I need you in my life even if its as a friend I just can't let you go, not again....” He stopped talking and looked at you. You had absolutely no idea what to say. You were still processing everything. “(y/n) please don't go...please give me another shot. I’ll even beg.” He got down on his knees and grabbed your hands pressing a warm kiss on top. “Please baby.. say something...”

You grabbed his hands and stood up pulling him onto his feet with you. You reached your arms up around his neck earning a gentle sigh from him. He lifted you so that your legs were secured around his waist and your hands were cupping his cheeks. You smiled and placed a gentle kiss on his nose, thinking I’ll figure the rest out later, and looking into his green eyes. “I love you too.”

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Check out Part two! Hope you all enjoy and are staying healthy and safe xoxo

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iamdorka · 5 years ago

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IMAGINE - 'Can you do a GC where you and kels are together and you guys decide to play never have I ever and of course it turns sexual and it gets revealed you and kels are in the mile high club'

Another little story for you 💕 let me know what you all are thinking. I wrote this a few days ago and now that we are finishing our hiking trip and there is internet I can upload it to you. Hope you had a great weekend because I sure did❤

- So… there is no chance I will get these in a box too. – Y/N stated as she came from the kitchen with arms full of bottles of alcohol. They were in the progress of putting all her apartment in boxes in just 2 days which was kinda a mission impossible but the boys offered her their helps so with 5 pairs of hand they tried to beat the impossible. – If I have to see a box again… I may just hang myself. – she continued.

- You know that you have to unbox all of these when they will be at our place… - Colson said sneaking behind her, kissing her messy hair.

- Could you just not remind me of that? – she asked then put those bottles in the middle of almost empty room where once a tiny desk was.

- So there are two options: you help me drink these… or I drink them alone then probably die from alcohol poisoning. Choose wisely. – she sat down on the ground taking the first bottle of vodka in her hands.

- I think we can take a break… - Slim stated then joined her sitting on the ground. - … we are pretty good at these boxing thing maybe if this music thing does not work out for us… we should just make a moving company. – he joked grabbing a bottle himself too just to helping a bit to erease the tiredness from his body.

- That’s a fantastic idea. Why haven’t I thought about it in the past 10 years? – Colson asked rolling his eyes smiling at his friend while sharing the vodka bottle with his girlfriend.

- How can a person have so many things Y/N? If I didn’t know that only one person lives here… I would have thought that at least a family of ten owns all this shit. – Rook joined them straight laying down next to them pouring some liquor into his mouth.

- I thought about just burning this apartman down then have a fresh start but Colson talked me down. – she admitted biting her lips putting her tired head to Colson’s shoulder.

- If we plan to get wasted… we should do it the right and fun way. – Baze came from one of the rooms with a tiny box in his hands.

- What are those? – Slim asked with a curious look on his face.

- Ohh… ohh… my shot glasses collection from all around the world. – Y/N recognised the box which brought back so many memories.

- You bought those… or stole those? – Rook asked laughing.

- Let’s just say…. 50-50. – she admitted with a satisfied smile on her lips.

- What a sneaky girfriend I have here… - Colson patted her bare thigh proudly.

- So… before we really kill ourself we could maybe play something… - Baze sat down beside them too. It was quite like an outside picnic but inside, in an empty room and not with food just with alcohol. So it was totally not like a picnic… maybe an adult one.

- Not before we order some food because I’m starving. – Rook said it out loud but really all of them felt that way.

- Already done that. Chinese on the way… - Y/N said that and she bowed sitting while enjoying the boys’s calppings.

- You know we could have avoided all of this and just hire someone? – Colson asked her quitely.

- But would that be this funny? – she grinned giving him a little kiss on his lips.

- We have such different interpretations of that world apperently. – he acknowledged smiling, giving her a real ass vodka tasting kiss.

- So… I will start before we will lose you both. – Slim took the role of the game beginner while giving everybody a tiny glass. – Never have I ever… woken up drunk the next day. – he said after some thinking.

- That’s quite a strong start. – Baze commented as 4 of them took a shot inmediatly.

- Don’t look at me… I sleep the hungover off. It’s my superpower. – she told them smirking.

- Not the only one. – Colson whispered it with a devious grin.

- Never have I ever… received a serenade. – Y/N was next and as the words left her mouth she watched as Colson was the only one who drank that time.

- When was… OHHH i remember. – Rooked asked then asnwered that for himself trying not to laugh.

- It was my best performance ever. – Y/N said.

- Do you even remember that? – Colson looked at her.

- Thanks to the various videos and hearing that story over and over again every time that Taylor Swift song comes up on the radio… I can put that together quite well. – she grinned.

- Never have I ever… kissed someone without knowing him/her. – Rook said the next one.

- You definitly want to be drunk as fuck to the time our food gets here. – Colson admitted because this time all of them drank that shot.

- I don’t really mind that. – Y/N joked. – But babe… you are the next one. – Y/N patted his face just a little bit as he was looking at her with his ocean blue eyes.

- Never have I ever… illegally taken something across the border. – he just poured the alcohol into this mouth not even caring about the glass.

- And I am the one who wants to get wasted… - Rook commented on Colson’s actions.

- It was a long day… you can chill the fuck out. – and then he ruffled his friend’s hair just because why not.

- If you ever touch my hair again… I will end you. – he threatened Colson.

- Okay okay… crazy boys. Our food is here apparently… but before that one last: Never have I ever… fucked on an airplane. – Baze said it as Slim started to get up because he chose himself as the least drunk one to talk with a new person. He said it because he was almost certain that this time nobody will drink and that their liver will be saved… not that with that he was already late.

But two of them drank anyway. Y/N and Colson poured that alcohol in each other’s mouth than crowed that with a heated kiss.

- Ohh our lovely mile high club members… - Rook winked proudly at their friends. – Do you want a plaque or something?

- Sometimes you just have to do… what you have to do. – Colson admitted pulling Y/N between his legs just to have her closer.

- I don’t wanna end this game just know… I cooked up so many other good questions in my head. – she whined slighlty drunk already. Eating just gummy bears all day then drink all of this vodka in a really short time wasn’t definitly a good idea.

- Tell me about those… - Colson said her close to her ears.

- Never have I ever been in handcuffs…. – she said it quite excited.

- Been there… done that. In both ways. – Colson said with a smirk. – Though it was way more fun with you than with that policeman… - he looked at her girl mischievously.

- Definitly agree on that. – she nodded not even realising they were not alone. - Never have I ever doubted in my sexuality. – she continued and before even she could finish her sentence she was already drinking like that vodka it was just water.

- Hmmm… a question I would love to talk about later…. – he admitted whispering those words to her girlfriend’s ears. – Also why do I think the ’Never have I ever feed my drunk girlfriend with chinese food just because she was just lazy as fuck and I loved her so much…” question will be the next one…

- Because You are so smart Mr. Baker…. – she bit her lips.

- A word that slightly never used to describe him… - Rook just could not not comment on that… he just could not do that.

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amyscascadingtabs · 5 years ago

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julian santiago and the case of the sister’s mystery boyfriend

so, finally, finally, i finished my assignment for the @b99fandomevents fic exchange! i was assigned @397bartonstreet and i chose to include the prompts 'amy's brother finding out she's dating someone from an instagram post' and 'peraltiago from a third party's perspective'. thank you for the creative prompts and thank you so much for your patience!

read here on ao3

DECEMBER 2014

Julian Santiago considers himself to be pretty close with his only sister. He's only two years older, they've gotten along throughout most of their childhood, and still do today. They're piano portrait buddies, although he accepted a while ago that he’ll always be a little bit closer to the stairs than she is. They shared a room as well as secrets growing up, and she's the first person he tells when he meets his first real boyfriend. Likewise, Julian is the first Santiago brother to learn when Amy gets together with Sergeant Teddy Wells and the first to learn when they break up. They're close, and out of all the seven competitive brothers, Julian likes to think he's the one who knows and understands his sister best.

It's a mystery on multiple levels when he can't figure out how okay she seems about the breakup. His sister, the person who cried for days straight when she broke up with her college boyfriend, his sister who has never been known for taking relationships lightly or being far from tears when she’s going through something, is sitting in their parents’ couch a mere five days after her breakup and seeming fine. She’s laughing and grinning in the most genuine way he recognizes, nodding with surprise when he asks if she’s okay, and Julian understands if she wants to appear strong in front of their hyper-judgmental parents, but this is eerie. She’s too okay. It’s mind-boggling, and either he’s not getting an answer or he’s not asking the right questions, but eventually, he makes the educated guess that there must be someone else in her life. She must have wanted for this to break-up to happen, he figures, and a new mystery lover could very well be the reason. Julian simply has to figure out who it is.

It doesn’t take him many hours - two, actually - before he has a guess. He’s heard his sister talk about her detective partner, Jake Peralta, before, but this is excessive. It starts with a retelling of some funny anecdote he’s told once, continues with her mentioning how she won over him in a confusing set of games and ends with further repetitions of Jake said this and Jake told me that until Julian is as certain as can be. They're dating, he knows it, but he has to be sure - he has to find some way to dig this secret out of her and be the first of the brothers to know - so he brings it up.

Not in front of everyone, of course. He’s made that mistake before and it ended with Amy being too furious to speak to him for weeks. No, he waits until his dad suggests the siblings go out on a walk while Camila finishes up what is sure to be a delicious roast dinner, and while he’s not by definition alone with his sister, it’s the maximal amount of primacy which can be had during Santiago family gatherings. David and Victor are power-walking fifty feet ahead of anyone else, Luis and his wife Emma are walking thirty feet behind with their three-year-old twins. Tony, Isaac, and Christian are close but too deep in conversation about different kinds of protein powder to listen to anything else, their respective girlfriends are deep in conversation about what Julian thinks is a reality show but might as well be politics, and Simon is trying to keep up with David and Victor while holding a camera in front of his face. It’s chaos, but Julian finally has a chance to have a conversation only with Amy, so he jumps on it.

“So, that Jake guy, huh?”

“What?” Amy flinches, looking at him like he just started speaking Russian to her. “Why are you bringing him up?”

“You two are definitely dating, huh?”

“What?” She nearly screams this, earning herself a confused glance from everyone nearby, and Julian almost jumps to the side in shock. “What - why are you - what would make you think that?”

“I don’t know”, he shrugs, “maybe because you’re mentioning him once every five minutes?”

“He’s my work partner.”

“Who you talk about constantly.”

“I don’t talk about him constantly!” Amy’s still gaping, nose scrunched and eyes clearly judging him for his apparent stupidity. “That’s - you’re - I don’t.”

“You do, though.”

“I don’t!”

“Sure”, Julian grins. “I know you just want to keep it a secret from mom and dad, that’s fine, but you can tell me.”

“Jake and I aren’t dating!” She’s wheezing her words, looking anxiously around her before lowering her voice further. “We’re not. We’re really not.”

“But you’re… something?”

“He has a girlfriend, Julian.”

“Ohh…” He contemplates this confession, the cogwheels in his brain working and immediately jumping to the next guess.

Except she wouldn’t. His sister wouldn’t. Or would she?

“Are you, uh -”, he whispers, “are you the other woman?”

“JULIAN!” They’re earning themselves looks and raised eyebrows again, now also from an older lady walking past them. Amy shoots her an apologetic smile before returning to the conversation. “Trust me, I’m not in love with Jake. And even if I like him - it wouldn’t matter.”

“Why wouldn’t it matter?”

“Because I would never date someone I work with, dumbass! It’s unprofessional.”

“You dated that pilsner guy -”

“Teddy and I worked at different precincts. Jake and I work at the same. It would be...” She grimaces. “I don’t know. I just don’t think it would work. Either way, it doesn’t matter because I don’t like him.”

“You’re talking about him a lot, is all I’m saying.”

“Julian”, she says his name like it’s a warning about life and death. “Let. It. Go.”

“Like the Frozen song?”

“You’re hopeless”, Amy declares, walking away from him in a pace so rushed he has to jog to keep up with her.

“Fine! Fine! You don’t like Jake!”

It pains him as an older brother to give his sister that much privacy when he could be repeatedly teasing her, but Amy’s threatened to beat him up once before and Julian knows from experience his sister is strong. As tempting as it is to do the opposite, he lets it go.

OCTOBER 2015

Julian doesn’t ask his sister more questions about her love life for the year that passes by. Jake the work partner must still be dating someone else, seeing how Amy steers clear of him bringing up for the next months. Whether she has feelings for the guy or not, Julian’s still unsure, but asking seems to do no good and eventually, he gives up.

He can’t shake the suspicion that she’s dating someone else, though. Every time they meet up that summer, Amy is in a better mood than ever. She’s practically glowing every time someone asks her how she’s been, laughing and participating in every conversation even when she says she’s tired from work, and there seems to be an air of confidence and happiness around her that he’s not seen since his sister was promoted to Detective. Whatever - or whoever - is causing it, Julian can’t help but be happy for her. She still mentions Jake now and then, but nowhere near the frequency she once did; whatever unrequited crush was once there, he figures it must have calmed down.

In the end, Julian doesn’t give much thought to the possible mystery boyfriend. If it was serious, Amy would surely tell them, or at least tell him. Therefore, it comes as a pure shock when a late October evening, his half-hearted Instagram scrolling leads to a major discovery.

Julian recently moved in with his boyfriend of five months - Lucas - and while he usually doesn’t have as much time to spend on social media as he’d like, he’s found that during an episode of Game of Thrones is his best shot. Lucas is too into the show to care what Julian does as long as he can rest his head on Julian’s shoulder and have his hair played with, and the episodes are long enough for Julian to thoroughly go through his own Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram feeds. So thoroughly, in fact, that sometimes he has time to go down the rabbit hole of random accounts and comments discussing Broadway shows or veganism, or simply do some benevolent stalking of his loved ones. Go through what accounts his sister follows, for example, and see if there’s anything juicy there she’s not telling him during their weekly phone calls.

There are a lot of inspirational accounts about books and studying, even an account that seems to be centered specifically around laminated documents. She dutifully follows simon_says- the Instagram created by their youngest brother to advertise the supposedly successful YouTube channel no family member truly understands the point of - as well as a bunch of her friends from college and what seems to be every single Santiago family member who has social media. She follows a single account for a handmade jewelry store that Julian quickly scrolls through, and then she follows her co-workers.

Jake Peralta’s Instagram is frequently updated. Mostly with quirky selfies of himself, but also with pictures of chicken wings, Taylor Swift records, and pictures taken together with a short-grown man in beige clothing tagged as charles-foodie-boyle. He’s posted a single selfie in which Amy appears as well, grimacing behind her desk, but Julian doesn’t make anything of it. Considering there’s a twenty-to-one ratio of pictures Charles is tagged in versus pictures Amy is tagged in, he would almost consider it more likely that Jake’s dating him. He checks out Charles Instagram, simply out of curiosity. That’s when the heart attack occurs.

Charles Boyle posted a picture merely an hour ago. It’s taken in a gruff-looking bar, the lighting a little dim and the details a little out of focus, but he can see the three people in it clear as day. Charles is in the front of the picture, smiling enthusiastically and doing a thumbs up, but Julian’s attention is drawn to what’s happening in the background. His sister, wearing a purple blouse he’s seen at many a family dinners and her hair up, is pictured kissing the one and only Jake Peralta.

Julian has never been so angry about an application lacking a zoom function before. Not that he needs it; it’s clearly his sister and it’s clearly Jake Peralta, he’s looked at the man’s face in enough selfies to be certain, and they’re clearly kissing. She even has a hand on his shoulder, displaying more PDA than Julian had ever thought his sister was physically capable of. There are two beers next to them on the bar table, but it’s a work night and Amy’s not the type to get black-out drunk on weeknights. Not black-out drunk enough to be kissing random people. No, Julian has to get the bottom of this, and he has to get to the bottom of this now.

“Lucas?”

“Yeah?” His boyfriend’s voice is distant, his green eyes focused on their television screen.

“I have to make a phone call. Family emergency.”

“Okay,” Lucas mumbles, squeezing Julian’s knee when he disentangles himself and leaves for their bedroom. “Be back soon?”

“I promise!” He half-shouts, unsure if he’ll be able to stick to the wording of soon. He has a lot of questions for the person he’s about to call, and he’s still formulating most of them in his head as his phone searches for and calls up Amy Santiago.

She answers after three signals. She must still be at the bar, he judges from the odd clinking glass and the muffled conversations in the background, and there’s a confused tone to her voice when she speaks.

“Julian? Did anything happen? Is there an emergency of some kind?”

You bet there’s an emergency, he wants to say. You not telling us about your dating life.

“You’re dating Jake Peralta, aren’t you?”

There’s silence on the other end of the phone. Then, a yet more confused, but also curious, voice.

“How on Earth did you figure that out?”

“I, uh, Instagram-stalked you,” he admits, somewhat sheepishly. “I was bored, and I.. I went onto Charles Boyle’s account? He had a picture of you and Jake, that he posted like an hour ago. You two were… kissing.”

Yet more silence, then a loud and angry statement, shouted at someone else on the other side.

(“Charles! I’m going to kill you!”

“Ames, why are you killing Charles this time?”)

“Sorry,” she says when she returns to the phone, not with as much background noise now; she must have walked a bit away. “I’ll yell at him later. But yeah - uh - it’s true, I guess.”

“So you’re dating?”

Amy sighs. “Please don’t tell mom about it. You know how she is about everyone I date.”

“Yeah, yeah, you don’t have to remind me twice,” he assures her, “but now tell me everything. How long have you been dating?”

“A little over four months,” she admits. “I mean, I almost thought it was obvious - I feel like I’ve talked about him a lot.”

“You talked even more about him before you were dating!”

“Did I?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Yes. You literally didn’t shut up about him,” Julian snorts, thinking back to when he first questioned her about it on that winter walk. “Either way - I’m… happy for you.”

He can’t see her reaction on the other end of the call, but he has a distinct feeling that she’s smiling, the kind of shy but genuine smile often accompanied by blushing cheeks.

“Thanks, Julian. I’m really happy, too.”

“He’s treating you well and all those things, right?”

“Obviously.”

“Because I’d beat him up otherwise. Or I’d send Tony to do it,” he offers. “Or pay Simon to make a video about him? Point is I’d find a way.”

This makes Amy laugh, a burst of melodic laughter that reminds him of inside jokes and morning cartoons when they were younger.

“I think I’m good, thanks. Jake’s amazing. I can tell you about him over lunch next week?”

“Lunch next week sounds great.”

“Talk to you later?”

“Absolutely. Have a good night, Ames.”

She hangs up on him. After making a single victory gesture in the bedroom mirror, Julian immediately phones Tony to inform him there’s a winner in the bet on whether Amy would ever date a coworker.

JANUARY 2016

Julian meets the famous Jake Peralta for the first time four months later. At that point, he's built up so much curiosity it feels like he's bursting at the seams, itching to actually meet the person he's heard about since the day his sister transferred to the Nine-Nine. He's excited, but he’s also wary. Amy's talked about this guy in every single phone call and meeting he's had with her for the last months, insisting that you’d love him, Julian, I really think you’d get along until Julian had started to question whether she was trying to pair him together with Jake.

The information Julian has gathered is that Jake is supposedly brilliantly funny with a sweet personality, an amazing detective, worthless at math and basketball and an intense fan of Die Hard and Taylor Swift. (The last piece of information, Julian’s gathered on his own through more professional brotherly Instagram stalking. It’s the same method he’s used to discover that Amy doesn’t, for once, have horrible taste; Jake Peralta actually is cute when he’s not grimacing in pictures. Not Julian’s type, but cute.)

It’s overwhelmingly positive information. Then again, Amy described Teddy Wells with nearly as many positive adjectives to a beginning, and the hours Julian spent listening to that man talk about pilsners are hours he’ll never get back. Therefore, it’s a positive surprise when Jake shows up to the casual siblings-and-partners dinner and lives up to Amy’s description.

He’s far more handsome in person than his Instagram feed makes him out to be, which Lucas seconds before mentioning to Julian that someone should give Jake a proper lesson in taking non-quirky selfies. As a service to the world, he says, and Julian punches him in the shoulder before agreeing.

Jake is visibly nervous to meet so many of the brothers at the same time, seeming tense and giving short replies to a beginning, but once he relaxes, Julian is fully prepared to agree with his sister - Jake is funny. He’s genuine, a natural in conversations, and he chimes in with the jokes or comments no one else would think of. He’s effortlessly nice, almost remembers every different brother’s name, and it’s clear that he meets the most obligatory criteria; he makes Amy happier than Julian’s seen her in a long time. She’s almost shining, grinning and laughing and watching her boyfriend with a gaze so enamored it would have made Julian nauseous if it had been anyone else. He later catches Jake looking at her in the exact same way.

The new couple sticks together for the duration of the evening, never leaving each other’s side for more than a couple minutes. It doesn’t even seem like they’re thinking of it but simply gravitate towards each other without a second thought, seeming displaced once the other one leaves. Julian watches them share secret smiles, looks and squeezes of hands without having a clue what the two of them are communicating, only that they seem to be checking in with each other, speaking a sort of private language. It’s all kinds of cheesy and it’s all the lovey-dovey-ness he can stomach for a day when he can see them kiss through the window the moment they’ve left, but he loves his sister, so he lets her be. He’s happy for her.

NOVEMBER 2017

Because Julian now follows Charles Boyle on Instagram, he finds out about the engagement through an excessive number of insta-stories the moment he wakes up on November 1st, 2017. Amy doesn’t answer her phone for a full three hours after Julian’s first tried to reach her (he does not want to know why), but when she does, she facetimes him on his lunch break to show off the ring and tell the slightly insane story of how the proposal went down.

The proposal follows almost immediately upon Jake’s release from prison. Even before that, the couple had already spent six months apart while he was in witness protection and Amy told all her brothers they were broken up but whispered the truth into Julian’s ear late at night after a couple of glasses of wine. From the stories Amy’s told him, he’s wondered more than once how many more brutal hurdles this couple will have to face, and it’s with great happiness he congratulates her on the engagement. She deserves this. Jake deserves this, they deserve this, and he couldn’t be happier for them.

“So I win the craziest engagement for the year,” Amy brags when she’s told him everything, and Julian has to agree that she does. Then he starts sketching up plans for a private two-person heist he can surprise Lucas with.

MAY 2018

Julian isn’t at his sister’s wedding. He was going to be, thank you very much, he wasn’t intending to miss it, but apparently, nothing’s ever simple in his sister’s life and a bomb threat interrupts the planned event and sends every member of the Santiago family back to their respective homes and hotel rooms. The actual wedding, he learns, takes place outside their precinct with the couple’s colleagues and a few gawking New Yorkers as witnesses, while the real family has to be happy with an impromptu dinner at a nearby restaurant the next day.

It's a chaotic dinner. Luis, Christian’s and Isaac’s kids are spilling food and getting overtired, Roger Peralta and Victor are massaging their own shoulders while shooting each other threatening looks, Simon’s filming and there is definitely a hint of competition to every toast held by the bride and groom’s parents. Still, it's pleasant, and there is laughter and smiles all around when the just-married couple tells the story of how their wedding day went down.

They're almost sickeningly in love, Julian notes, acting like they're part of their own private universe where they can finish each other's sentences and give each other glances that he supposes are meant to be secretive but definitely isn't. They were only a couple of minutes early to the dinner - late in Santiago measurements - and the buttons on Jake’s shirt were clearly buttoned in a haste. Julian loves his little sister and all, but he did not need to think about that image of her.

In the end, he's happy if she's happy, and just-married Amy is by far the happiest Amy he's seen in his life. She barely listens when he tells her he and Lucas are leaving, watching Jake with googly heart-eyes as he's telling Tony some story and glancing back at Amy about every tenth second.

It's what she deserves. As much as he doubts any man could ever be good enough for her, the way Jake watches Amy with awe every time she speaks is everything Julian could ever wish for his sister.

#my writing #b99fandomevents #b99 summer 2019 fic exchange #b99 fic #brooklyn 99 fic #brooklyn nine-nine fic

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ifmywishescametrue · 2 years ago

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Ohh maybe 3, 34 and 50 for the ask game? :)

thanks for the questions!!

3) What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

broadly, college AUs and non-powered AUs where the characters are younger than they are canonically. more specifically, if I reread my own fics I find that small, inconsequential details tend to overlap and not on purpose. like, Bucky always likes strawberry ice cream for some reason, and I think I've had Steve injure himself while surfing twice lol

34) What aspects of your writing are inspired by/taken from your real life?

there's not much, but there's definitely a few small things that come from me or people I know! the only somewhat notable one I can think of is in falling like the stars. I had Tony tell Pepper about how people generally like Bucky more than him because he's more charismatic and outgoing, but he's always been fine with that because he has his own strengths with his mind and his intelligence. that was literally taken from my own life with me and my sister lol (with me as Tony, and her as Bucky). I didn't think it was sad until a few different people commented and said it was heartbreaking and I was like ???? do i need... therapy??? (i still think it's a well-adjusted point of view but oh well!)

50) Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

I'm going to use this one to (somewhat selfishly lol) answer question #37 – Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics. What do you like about it?

I love take me away to you, but it didn't really do much on the numbers side. That's not at all why I wrote it (or anything, for that matter) but I was kind of surprised by it. This fic has a lot of the staples of my writing (getting back together, non-powered au, inspired by a taylor swift song), and I think it has some of my favorite scenes I've ever written – truth or dare on the subway, dancing in the kitchen, polaroids in bed. It's a very soft fic to me, despite the hints of angst, and I personally loved playing around with the non-linear narrative

#answered asks #thanks again!!

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dreamaboutwhathappens · 7 years ago

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little reputation things™

*ahem*

BUMMM BUMM BUM BUMMMM BUMM BUMM KNEW HE WAS A KILLA

i i i i see how this is gon go

“but if i’m a thief then he can join the heist”

baby let the games begin! let the games begin! ahAH AHHHHHHHH

GETTING .5 SECONDS INTO END GAME AND UNDERSTANDING WHY THE ALBUM IS CALLED REPUTATION

“ahHHH and ya heard about me”

ed sheeran rapping on a taylor swift song

“i swear i don’t love the drama IT LOVES ME”

ed in the background of the last chorus: “be yoUR A TEAM NOW”

the string plucky things in the beginning of i did something bad

“if a man talks shit then i owe him nothing”

THEN WHY’S IT FEEL SO BANG BANG GOOD BANG BANG GOOD

“and i’d do it over and over and over again if iiiii could”

RAH DI DI DI DI DI DI DI DI DI DAHHHHH

“they’re burning all the witches even if you aren’t one”

taylor apparently wanting to be set on fire

((agreed))

the harmonies on this album filling my entire soul

“oHHH LORD SAVE ME MY DRUG IS MY BABY I’LL BE USING FOR THE REST OF MY LIIIIIIIIFE” aka the only prayer i’ll ever say again

i get so high OH... trip of my life OH

the way she sings “using for the rest of my life oHH OH OH OHHH” after the bridge damn son

“my reputation’s never been worse so he must like me for me”

taylor finally discovering alcohol

the way she says “coz i know that it’s delicate” so.... delicately

how delicate feels like a rain shower in a desert

:) i :) don’t :) like :) your :) little :) games :)

OH look what you made me do

“i don’t like your kingdom keys, they once belonged to me”

“i’m sorry the old taylor can’t come to the phone right now. why? oh! BECAUSE SHE’S DEAD” is singlehandedly the most iconic thing i have ever and will ever hear.

so it goes being chill and then the chORUS AND ALL THE PIECES FALL!!! RIGHT INTO PLACE!!!

;) scratches ;) down ;) your ;) back ;) now ;)

o n e t w o t h r e e

how getaway car is the only song i ever want to hear ever again

WE NEVER HAD A SHOTGUN SHOT IN THE DARK

think about the place where you first met me

“there were sirens in the beat of your heart”

the way she says getaway

the chorus of this song feeling like driving down a highway with the windows rolled down in the middle of the night

GO! GO! GO!

being part of a heist, leaving money in a bag in a shady motel, stealing keys and getting tf out in her getaway car. zoom zoom bitch.

COS NOTHING GOOD STARTS IN A GETAWAY CAR

“all the boys in their expensive cars, the range rovers and jaguars never took me quite where you do” calvin harris WHOM

the drums in king of my heart are more important than my need to breathe

“your love is a secret i’m hoping, dreaming, dying to keep”

~up on the roof with a school girl crussshhhh drinking beer outta plastic cupsssss~

i’ll never let you goOOO

but we were dancing BASS DROP dancing with our hANDS TIED, HANDS TIED

“oh baby can we dance, through an avalanche?”

“swaying as the room burnt down, i’d hold you as the water rushes in” .... “so i punched a hole in the roof, let the flood carry away all my pictures” ..... h e c k

fiRST TIME FIRST TIIIIMEE OH

how dress is literally an orgasm turned into a song and i’m... into it

take it oH OH OH OH OFFFF

“carve your name into my bedpost”

“but if i get burnt at least we were electrified”

wildest dreams who???

“and i woke up just in time, now i wake up by your side”

say my name and everything just stops -EVERYTHING STOPS-

THE ALARM BELLS IN THE BEGINNING OF NICE THINGS

ra’lin’ the chandilier

THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE! THINGS! DAR!LIN!!!

AWaaaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAAY

“and therein lies the issue, friends don’t try to trick you, get you on the phone and mind twist you”

the sound of shots being fired from every possible angle

if only you weren’t.... so shadyyyyy :)

they don’t care about the HE SAID SHE SAID

the way she says “and here’s to my baaabyyy”

the organ?? piano???? during “and hereeee’s to youuu...” oh my god

CACKLE “I CAN’T EVEN SAY IT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE”

her voice at the end when she just says “nice things”

her world crumbling around her and that’s just fine?? because of joe???? i wasn’t ready

I’M THE ONE HE’S WALKING TOOOOOOO

“loves me like i’m brand new”

“all my flowers grew back as thorns” .... “all the flowers that we’d grown together died of thirst” again.... clean WHOM

I’M DOIN BETTER THAN I EVER WAASSSS

i’m laughing with my lover makin forts under covers trust him like a brother yeah you know i did one thing right

not because he owns me but cos he really knows me. which is more than they can say.

“you don’t need to save me, but would you run away with me?” “yes.” :’)

call it what you want is the lightest, softest pink sunrise seen from the window of a peaceful airplane in the early morning of a good day

how we went from pop anthems to??? i’m bawling in a sea of tissues on my bedroom floor at two in the morning and new year’s day is the most beautiful song i’ve ever heard???

it’s just a guitar and a piano and she’s harmonizing with herself

“don’t read the last page, but i stay”

“i want your midnights, and i’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year’s day”

“i can tell that it’s gonna be a long road” as in she knows that even if it’ll be a long road they’ll always be together don’t TOUCH me

hold on to the memories, they will hold onto you

and i will hold onto you

“please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh i could recognize anywhere”

oh cool my heart’s shattered into a million pieces this is fine thanks

how there’s ten seconds of silence at the end of new year’s day because you bet your ass i need recovery time before the album starts over again and i gotta get back to boppin’

BUMMM BUMM BUMM BUMMMM BUMM BUMM KNEW HE WAS A KILLA

((they were not ready for it))

#reputation #taylor swift #I DARESAY I HAVE EVER LOVED AN ALBUM THIS MUCH #it's all just??? so good??? help #help help help #every song is so different but so good??#oh god #oh my god #i cnanot believe #all the sounds and the lyrics and the FEELINGS #these songs not only have lyrics to tell how she feels but like #she somehow made them sound like those feelings too #like getaway car straight up feels like driving 75 down a highway at midnight when you listen to it #and that's so COOL #goddammit this album is good #random thoughts with grace

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lostinthemazeofmythoughts · 8 years ago

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Turning Tables(f)

A/N: This is based on Taylor Swift’s song “Enchanted“. I hope you all like it and tell me if you’d like a part two. I was feeling a little inspired. :)

-Marina xx

Enchanted –> Listen to it, while reading the part :)

Pair(s):Jimin x Reader

Type: Fluff

Words: 931

Ugh. Once again I was at my father’s job annual gathering. I really don’t like being here. Every year high status people from my dad’s company would have this little party before Christmas to celebrate another year. However, not only was it compulsory to go, but also you had to get dressed up as if you were going to prom. Ugh. As much as I love my family, that’s how much I hate that specific event. Everyone here is self-centered and that’s what I dislike the most; all their fake drives me insane. But here I am forcing laughter and faking smiles at my dad’s co-workers. However, I heard that there’s a boy around my age that will be here tonight. Oh, how I’d do anything to get out of here.

No, this can’t be! They were right about the boy, but who would have guessed him to be Park Jimin-aka my crush and the most popular boy in my school-?Great, just great! I felt my lips curl into a small smile and heat warmed my cheeks as his figure made its way towards me. I felt him eyeing me up and down with his beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

“Um, excuse me miss, but have we met? I think I know you from somewhere?”

“Well, to be honest, we attend the same school and you’re in most of my classes, but no, we haven’t actually met.”

“Oh, that explains. Well, allow me to introduce myself then. Name’s Jimin. Park Jimin.”

“Yeah. I know. I’m (Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you (Y/N).”

He said with that heart melting smile of his and we shook hands. I have had the biggest crush on him for about 3 years now but I know I don’t stand a chance. Why? Well, simply because he’s socially acceptable, perfect and has an amazing personality, while me? I’m a bit of a fangirl, a nerd and socially awkward. So, chances are low. At least now he knows about my existence.

We went and sat on a table and talked about everything and nothing.

“(Y/N), what is your passion?”

“My passion?”

“Yeah. What is the one thing that when you do you escape everything?”

“Hmm… I guess my passion is music. I could listen to music to all hours of the day. But what I love the most about music is that there is a song that fits into every situation.”

“Wow! I haven’t really thought about it this way..”

“Yeah. So, what is your passion Jimin?”

“Dancing. My passion is dancing. I love how through every move you can release stress and how you can get lost in the beat and discover more things about your body.”

“That sounds amazing.”

“It is…”

I giggled lightly at his answer. He does have a truly amazing personality. And even though we are different, why do I feel like we are the same?

"So, Jimin… If you could describe yourself with one word, what would it be?”

"Many people tell me I’m charming, but honestly I’m very awkward…”

“You? Awkward? Allow me to laugh please…”

“Yeah, why?”

“Because, you’re the guy every girl in school wants, you always know what to say and you have an amazing personality.”

“Thanks. But, I still believe I am. What about you?”

“Romantic for sure. A hopeless one as well.”

“Aww you’re cute.”

I blushed at his comment. We sat a bit in silence until he decided to speak.

“(Y/N), do you have a boyfriend?”

“No.. Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No.”

“How come?”

“None has caught my attention so far.”

“Ohh…”

Yeahh…”

Again we got lost in silence but after a while we exchanged phone numbers. It’s the first time I’m enjoying tonight.

~2 hours later~

“Really?! A blueberry!? Was I supposed to laugh? Ha ha ha”

“Come on (Y/N). Admit it! You like my jokes.”

“Okay, maybe a bit. They’re smart.”

“I told you!”

We laughed again. Then someone put their hand on my shoulder and I turned around only to see my mum. That is not good.

”(Y/N), it’s time to leave. Hello young man.”

I got up and so did Jimin. He extended his hand to my mother.

“Nice to meet you Mrs. (Y/L/N). I’m Park Jimin.”

“Nice to meet you too Jimin.”

I really don’t want to go.

“Well, it was nice meeting you (Y/N). I guess I’ll see you around at school?”

“Yeah.. Goodnight Park Jimin.”

“Goodnight (Y/N).”

After a short hug we left. We got in the car and I put my headphones on getting lost in the music. A blush crept on my cheeks as every slow song was being played reminding me of tonight. I’m truly wonderstruck because will he ever know I was enchanted to meet him?

After a while we reached home and I rushed upstairs to my room. I put on my pajamas and head to bed. 3 days. Only 3 days till I see him again.

I tried to sleep but my mind is doing something else. But do I really love him? Will we ever be together? Oh Jimin. Oh Park Jimin. What have you done? I really hope that this was the very first page and not where the story line ends… My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again, Park Jimin. These are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon… I was enchanted to meet you. Please, just please don’t be in love with someone else. Please, don’t have somebody waiting on you…

#park jimin #fluff #jimin x reader #imagine #scenario #oneshot #bts #jungkook #jin #namjoon #taehyung #yoongi #hoseok #jiminie #night #enchanted

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linaliveshere · 8 years ago

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Hold up, Harry Styles?!

There is no bigger name in the world right now than Harry Styles. The singer has just released his much-anticipated solo album, a self-titled, 10 track masterpiece which shot to the top of the charts in 84 countries.

From the smoothness of opening track ‘Meet Me in The Hallway’, the rocky vibes of ‘Kiwi’ and ‘Carolina’ to the Bowie and Prince inspired debut ‘Sign of the Times’, this album is something so extraordinary and breathtaking in a time where brit-pop and brit-rock are more valued now more than ever.

It’s no lie that since the start, Harry has always been pinned as the ‘one’ out of One Direction. His charisma, personality, talent and of course his looks, made him irresistible to almost everyone who crossed his path. When the group kept on growing and gaining popularity, Harry’s performance ability quite literally outshone the rest of the boys, to the point during the stadium tours that One Direction were doing, Harry was the main reason a lot of people went to watch. The aura around Harry has always been so positive and uplifting, and it draws anyone in, no matter if you listened to One Direction or not.

There was always speculation that Harry would be the first and the most successful of the 5 boys when it comes to going solo. However, he kept going with One Direction and his song writing ability was continually highlighted. People of all ages, gender and credentials realised his absolute potential.

When One Direction inevitably went on their hiatus, a lot of people, including myself, thought Harry would be the first of the remaining members to branch out into a solo career. Imagine my shock when he uploaded to Instagram for the first time in over a few months with his infamous long locks adorn in his hand. And the even bigger shock when the rumours surrounding his acting debut came true with pictures of him on set of Christopher Nolan’s upcoming war epic, Dunkirk.

Even throughout all this, Harry’s personality, values and morals have not wavered. He remains down to earth and will do anything to make his fans happy. If you look up ‘Harry Styles Fan Experiences’ on any social media platform, dozens upon dozens of articles, videos and blog posts will come up. I have been lucky enough to be a part of that special group of people who have met him, and honestly it was one of the best things that has ever happened to me.

His intelligence and forethought about everything gives the effect that people know everything about him, but we hardly know anything at all. He still manages to captivate an entire audience without the absolute sole reliance on social media. Many stars these days rely on that to keep their relevance, but not Harry. That’s what is special about him.

I am not going to lie when I say that when the hiatus was announced, my first thought was immediately to Harry and the fact that he could now possibly go solo, which is all I’ve wanted.

Another thing about Harry which puts him head and shoulders above the rest is his out their personality and how he does express himself to the public. One of the things that is publicly known about Harry, especially at the start of One Direction’s fame, was how he felt about how the general population saw him. In One Direction’s first documentary, A Year in The Making, Harry was greatly affected about what people said about him. As time went on, he became more confident in his ability and in himself, which made him stand out from the rest. From becoming a front runner for the skinny jean and boots craze, to the dad tops and the crazy suits, which he is synonymous for now. Moreover, the way he handles rumours and if anyone does talk bad about him or the ones that he loves, he still treats everyone with the same kindness. With continuous taunts about his sexuality, especially from people who are meant to be ‘fans’, he stays respectable and tells ‘it’s never been a question to me’.

Seeing him grow and become more confident gave me so much confidence in me and my ability to live my life. I know they say that having a role model is an easy way out or a lame thing to do, but I can proudly say since the time I was 15 that Harry Styles was someone who helped me make decisions, brought the best people I know into my life and gave me some of the happiest and best memories ever, some that I will treasure for the rest of my life.

Break-down of the album:

Meet Me in the Hallway: An incredible opening to the album. Smooth guitar and Harry’s vocal ability is significantly highlighted in this song. This song just makes you feel like you’re floating around on something to be honest. Angst lyrics from his point-of-view about wanting someone a lot more than they want you.

Sign of the Times: The debut single, and the longest track on the whole album, pays homage to two of Harry’s greatest inspirations- David Bowie and Prince. It represents a lot of what Harry stands for as a person, and again his vocal ability is realised in a song with this much power and vigour. An unbelievable introduction to the rest of the album. The music video just makes this song that much more epic, with Harry being flung over 1000 feet in the air from a helicopter.

Carolina: The first official dance bop of the album, this song was written about a girl Harry knew for less than a day, and she left such an impression on him that he wrote a bloody song about her?! And yes, her name is mentioned in the song, it’s just up to you to figure out where. The la la la la in the chorus will without a doubt will be stuck in your head for days on end. The lyrics ‘there’s not a drink that I think could sink her’ resonates with me on a very personal level, so I can’t wait to send a cheers Harry’s way when he sings this song at one of the concerts I am going to.

Two Ghosts: This is the song that every media outlet has been claiming is homage to Harry’s 4-month relationship with Taylor Swift 5 years ago. Despite that, this song is beautiful. The lyrics are about love lost then the hope that something may happen again. It is probably the one song that is closest to Harry’s One Direction days (even though it’s still quite far from it). It has been said that Harry has been holding onto this song for quite a while, and it shows.

Sweet Creature: If a song could make you fall in love over and over again, this song is it. The delectable ohh ahh’s, with cherished lyrics such as ‘Two hearts and one home’, along with the infinite strum of an acoustic in the background makes this song so undeniably happy and makes you want to hug everyone you love.

Only Angel: If this song is not considered the follow up single to Sign of the Times, Harry and his team are idiots. The start of this song starts out very melodic, almost identical to the grafting of Sign of the Times. Slowly you start to hear a ‘woohoo’ in the background, and that gets louder until the beat completely changes to an absolute rock out. This is a massive homage to one of Harry’s favourites, The Rolling Stones. The lyrics by now take a bit of a sexy turn, talking about someone who is naughty and nice at the best of times. The heavy use of guitar and drums in this song will make is a fun one live.

Kiwi: This is my favourite song off the album. When I first saw the track list to the album, my eyes immediately were drawn to Kiwi, because every other song I know that is centred around this word tend to be about one thing and one thing only. Much like Only Angel, there is a heavy influence on guitar and drums. The lyrics insinuate alcohol and drug use, which include ‘It’s New York baby always jacked up, Holland Tunnel for a nose, it’s always backed up’ which has sent many people into an absolute frenzy. And if that didn’t suffice enough, the lyrics of the outro bridge ‘she sits beside me like a silhouette… hard candy dripping on me till my feet are wet…. and now she’s all over me, it’s like I paid for it’ sent Twitter on the night of the album release into a manic.

Ever Since New York: Harry debuted this on his Saturday Night Live residency, and it was quite a soft-spoken song with a lot of ad-libs and key changes, again like much of the album, referencing to his outstanding vocal talent. The studio version was different, which I did not mind at all. The sounds of a piano come through and take central dominance in some parts of the song, making it very melodic.

Woman: ‘Should we just look up romantic comedies on Netflix and see what we find?’ The talking opening gives way to a kazoo/duck sound which dominates much of the song (which we now know is Harry’s voice extremely edited). The sultry lyrics underlie a lonely Harry and how he wishes she was doing all these things to him as she was doing to her significant other at that point in time. The bass in this song is incredible, and the music breaks between verses and chorus’ hold some epic guitar action.

From the Dining Table: An undeniable of loneliness and how tough tour life and fame can be in terms of relationships. To add another shock to the system for everyone listening to album, the first lines talking about masturbation. The lyrics ‘even my phone, still misses your calls by the way’ is a yearning to those who have love and left him, despite the fact if they used him or not. A great counterbalance to the opening song of ‘Meet Me in the Hallway’, and a perfect ending to an incredible album.

Buy Harry Styles now or stream:

•Apple Music: https://itun.es/au/GY8ejb

•Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/user/harrystyles_official/playlist/5fwwLMCP6Pz3qYsLIdPa83

Watch the Behind the Album movie here: https://itunes.apple.com/us/music-video/harry-styles-behind-the-album/id1234039985

To see if Harry is touring near you this year, head on over here: http://hstyles.co.uk/tour

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mysemi-professionalopinion · 4 years ago

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Folklore

Well. Taylor Swift released a new album.

With a pandemic raging and most of the earths population on lockdown I suppose it was bound to happen.

You want to talk about it?

the 1

It takes skill for a song to pull you to the exact mood it needs you to be in within 30 seconds. It might be the simplest piano chords, sustained so perfectly, that do it. Or the slightest chime-y, shimmery synth buried in the back. Maybe it’s the percussive guitar that starts up just before the verse which makes you feel excited and happy and ready. Excited for some adventure you don’t know you’re about to take. Happy about your place in the world in that moment. Ready for whatever comes your way. That’s a nice place to be at the start of a song and an album.

There is a familiarity in the melody. An element that brings me back to her first album that comes out in the pre-chorus. It’s very settling. Reflective.

That reflective quality carries in the lyrics. Looking back at a past relationship. Remembering all the small moments that made it special and wondering what could have happened, what the love you had might have turned into.

It’s such a simple song. Simple and complete and immersive. The perfect way to start an album called folklore

cardigan

There is no waiting in cardigan. It starts building. It starts and immediately begins setting up something big. Growing. Preparing. A shaker that sets you heart racing. Percussion that sounds like high heels striding down a long corridor. Heading to what is next. The vocals of the first verse are restrained. No harmonies or doubling. The restrained leaves so much room the pre-chorus can do nothing but grow and expand. Taking up the space, giving us an airy double vocal and the harmonies that we want. Growing into a chorus that feels large and powerful without ever needing to get loud.

The harmonies are the star of this track. They are what give the song its motion and control its dynamics. It feels big and full and empowered when they are floating through the background. When they drop out, it focuses the listener to the words and the emotion of the main vocal.

The melody in the bridge brings in that throwback to Taylor’s early work that appears in the 1. I can’t tell if it was intentional or just the result of having so many songs in her catalogue that it was as inevitable as her releasing an album during quarantine.

the last great american dynasty

For anyone who has never tried their hand at songwriting, I’ll let you in on what I believe to be the hardest and least talked about part of songwriting: storytelling. The ability to take a few characters and create their life— world, hardships, loves, and ending — and sand it down to two verses and a couple of choruses. To be able to convey as much as you need to about someone in-between hooks. Taylor Swift does it so flawlessly, people might think it’s an easy thing to do. But there is a reason she is one of the only popular artists to have songs like this.

I could say a hundred things about the production and instrumentation and the harmonies, all of which were incredible in this track, but the storytelling is what sets it apart. The combination of storytelling and fun, exciting songwriting and production make this song special.

exile (featuring Bon Iver)

I feel like anything I say about this track will be completely insufficient in fully describing what this song is.

my tears ricochet

I like harmonies. Harmonies that are panned as far as they can go and reverbed to oblivion most definitely fall into the category of harmonies I really like. Starting a song with them isn’t the most common trick in the pop playbook but my tears ricochet does it well.

They transition into the instrumentation that flows under the song and building back up to lift the chorus and fill in the spaces between lyrics. Making it big, changing the dynamics of the song without the need for anything extravagant. They also add to the theme of being haunted that rises up in the lyrics. Giving an otherworldly, ghostly element that takes what is being said and imbues it with emotions and visceral feelings that place the listener in a very specific place.

Another thing this track does exceptionally how it builds in various instrumentation and elements throughout the song. The first half of the song is rather subdued. The focus is on the lyrics and emotions if the vocals but underneath there are strings and synths lifting up the song.

Around the 2 minute mark they start building. Then the percussion comes in. Then comes more background singers and harmonies. More instruments begging for attention. More pads laying under everything making them bigger than they would be on their own. All of the elements that had been subdued and quiet in the background lift up and force the listener to feel the song in a way that they hadn’t before.

This song is a masterclass in music production.

mirrorball

This is another example of production following the lyrical content. Everything is light, shiny and bright. Reflecting the like the mirrorball. Sparkling like the millions pieces of glass that it breaks into. Showing the light side that she wants you to see because the mirrorball doesn’t know how to do anything other than shine that light back.

seven

I’m not quite sure what to think of seven. The verses have an ethereal feel to them that so different to everything I have heard from Taylor Swift that when it switches to her more natural sound it feels a little jarring.

It’s a good song but I don’t think it will be one I play on repeat.

I do however like that the song called seven is the seventh track on the album. And it is followed by the eighth month.

august

I imagine that when she is finally able to tour this album, Taylor Swift will have a lot of fun creating the performance for this song. The variation in the tone, energy, and instrumentation between the verses, the chorus, and the bridge create a rollercoaster that builds up then drops down and spins just enough to keep everything bright and exciting without knocking you over.

The vocal performance is a key factor in the changes between elements. The verses are low energy with a breathy double vocal draws you in, extra layers lifting certain words up just above the rest of the verse. The chorus jumps up. There’s more movement in the melody. Taylor has a way of lifting the ends of words up that makes them feel lighter and happier and more plucky. It’s very unique to Taylor.

this is me trying

I really like the synth/ organ/ percussion combination that underlies this song. It’s fuzzy and dark and the perfect base for the instrumentation that comes in during the chorus. This is another great example of a really well mixed song. Each element exists somewhere, on some level within the song, rising in and out of focus. The extra layers in the vocal are hidden so perfectly that they don’t feel like they are at the same time that they are lifting and expanding Taylor’s voice.

Also, the space that pops up around the word “trying” in the chorus is amazing.

And the line “they told me all of my cages were mental, so I got wasted like all my potential” is such a good line. Like damn Taylor. We know you’re a better writer than the rest of us, don’t rub it in.

I need to move on from this song because I keep finding things I love and I’m going to get stuck in a rabbit hole if I’m not careful.

illicit affairs

This track has such a nice guitar riff. It’s sweet and simple but it moves and gives a sparkly energy underneath everything.

Again there are pieces that feel so much like early-Swift; broken hearted bits that feel like The Story of Us. Maybe it’s the emotion in the way she’s singing that’s so familiar. Maybe it’s that the lyrical content is closer to the love stories and break up songs that the world first fell in love with. Maybe those little pockets in the melody and the emphasis she puts on certain words are just the truest expression of what the Taylor Swift sound is.

I’m starting to feel like I’m repeating myself with how I’m feeling about these songs but there are only so many ways to say: This song is perfectly mixed, these elements works flawlessly together, those harmonies and background vocals have such a wonderful energy, How is she such an incredible songwriter, and MY GOD THE DYNAMICS. So instead of repeating myself for the last 6 songs, I’m going to rapid fire bullet-point my thoughts as I listen as quickly as possible.

Let’s do this.

invisible string

happy, plucky, colourful.

Oh that’s a nice drum tone

This song makes me happy. The music is uplifting, the lyrics talking about how interconnected people are and how you never really know the effect of the littlest things.

Those strings!

mad woman

beautiful piano

Angry Taylor

Did she just say the F word? I’ve never heard Taylor swear before. That’s feels weird.

Really angry Taylor.

This song does a great job of expression the frustration I think most women feel about the perception surrounding them and their feelings. It feels as though there is an expectation placed on us that we can’t get mad, we can’t fight back, we can’t be anything but happy and that there’s something wrong with us if we’re not. It’s a theme I’ve heard from her before and I love every time she forces people to confront it.

epiphany

nice build

I really like her vocals here. The way she jumps up at the end of the verse is really cool.

I feel like this is the kind of song that you need to listen to while lying on your bedroom floor with headphones on. It’s floaty and ethereal and I like it.

betty

Harmonica

Country Taylor

The F word again! What’s going on?? Is it okay that she’s saying it because she’s saying as someone else?

I have so many questions about what between these two characters

peace

I love that guitar tone

I’m waiting for something other than that pulsing synth, guitar and vocals

Ohh now there’s a really chill piano, it started literally as soon as I wanted something more

I like it

hoax

there’s something so great about a song as stripped down as this

The strings!

I really like how her vocal layers are placed in the mix.

16 songs. One I wasn’t immediately a fan of but 15 I would and will probably play on repeat. hoax is such as calm way to end and already calm album. This definitely feels like an album that Taylor wrote because she wanted to write. There is no angle, no outside influence. Just music being brought into existence because it needs to exist. I think that has given us a chance to see Taylor Swift for what she is at her core.

Overall, I think the harmonies in the album may have killed me, sent me to heaven, brought me back, revived me, and given me a lollipop for my trouble. Everything is mixed so flawlessly that I can’t even think about what bad mixing sounds like. And on top of all the incredible production and expert songwriting, we got to hear Taylor Swift say the F word.

Readers sometimes talk about Book Hangovers, where you get so lost in a fictional world that you kind of just wander around on an abstract plane of existence once you’ve finished the book. I think this album has given me a Music Hangover. It’s going to be a while before I can listen to something else.

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