#one of those 'listening to on repeat while writing a reply' song

[loulovingho]

Bucktommy all dressed up and dancing together

oh you gave me the perfect excuse to write buck and tommy dancing to the song I put on repeat and imagine them having played at their wedding. If you'd like to listen before, after, or while reading, here you go.

“You look fancy!” Buck noted with a smile as he walked into their new place. “Got a hot date I don't know about?”

Tommy was dressed to the nines. A black and white tux with a bowtie, hair perfectly coiffed. It was a bit confusing, seeing as they had planned to order tacos and spend the evening putting furniture together once Buck got off work.

“Something like that,” Tommy replied slyly. “Go get changed. I've got your tux on the bed.”

Buck tilted his head, confused. “Where are we going?”

“Who said we were going anywhere?”

“Tommy, I- I don't get it.”

“Humor me, Buckley.”

“Oh, we're whipping out the last name, are we?” Buck asked, wiggling his eyebrows as he headed for the bedroom. “Okay, Kinard, I'll play along with your silly little games.”

Buck went into their room and got changed, put on his dress shoes and fixed his hair as well. He had no idea what was going on, but he couldn't help the butterflies in his stomach. Tommy had a way of making Buck feel like he was the only person in the world. And even though he didn't know what was about to happen, he had a feeling this was one of those times.

He came back into the living room to dimmed lights, candles lit, and Tommy holding a bouquet of red roses.

Now Buck felt a little worried. His eyes widened. “Did I forget an anniversary? Oh my God, Tommy, I-”

Tommy moved in closer, cutting off his worries with a kiss, two fingers under the chin as per usual.

“You did not forget an anniversary,” he whispered against Buck's lips before pulling back from him and handing over the flowers. “I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Well,” Buck smelled the flowers, “you succeeded.”

Tommy shrugged. “You're always surprising me, keeping me on my toes, figured I should return the favor sometime.”

“Oh please, you surprise me every day. I'm always learning something new about you.”

Tommy held out his hand for Buck to take, and Buck glanced between him and the flowers. “Shouldn't I put these in a vase?”

“We will in a minute,” he nodded toward the table near them, hand still outstretched. “Lay them there for now.”

Buck gently set them down, then placed his hand in Tommy's. He let Tommy lead them to the center of the living room, where he then stopped.

“What're we doing?” Buck asked, utterly confused.

Tommy pulled their stereo remote out of his pants pocket, pressed a button, then stuffed it back into his pocket. He kept his hold on Buck's hand, but took a couple steps back, asking, “May I have this dance?”

The music began and, although he felt like he had just arrived on a new planet and skipped the tour, Buck said, “Of course.”

From this moment, life has begun

From this moment, you are the one

Right beside you is where I belong,

From this moment on

“You look beautiful tonight.” Tommy spoke softly, bringing Buck close to him. They each had an arm wrapped around the other's waist, their other hands still intertwined as they began to dance.

“Thank you. My boyfriend picked my outfit for me.”

“Oh he did, did he?”

“Mhm.”

“He's got good taste.”

Buck swore Tommy's eyes twinkled as they stared at one another. The whole world could have imploded in that moment and Buck would have been none the wiser.

“Hell yeah he does. You should, uh, should see how good he looks though. Smokin' hot.”

From this moment, I have been blessed

I live only for your happiness

And for your love, I'd give my last breath

From this moment on

“Not that I'm complaining but, um, what's all this for?” Buck asked.

Tommy let out a sigh. “I was thinking about how we never got to dance at Maddie's wedding, and that's a damn shame. I was looking forward to it.”

Buck couldn't help but laugh. “That was six months ago, Tommy!”

“Six months too long.”

I give my hand to you with all my heart

I can't wait to live my life with you, I can't wait to start

You and I will never be apart

My dreams came true because of you

Sometimes, Buck felt like he was dreaming. That Tommy was a figment of his imagination. Someone he created to make himself feel complete.

And maybe another person couldn't actually complete you, but Tommy came pretty damn close.

Buck moved his arms to drape over Tommy's shoulders, hands cradling at the nape of his neck. Tommy used the change as an opportunity to bring them even closer, his arms around Buck's waist, hands settled at the bottom of his back.

“I love this song,” Buck said, resting his head on Tommy's shoulder. “Reminds me of when I was little, hearing it on the radio.”

From this moment, as long as I live

I will love you, I promise you this

There is nothing, I wouldn't give

From this moment on

“Anything Shania is a favorite of mine, but you know that already.”

Buck smiled, humming as he turned his head to nuzzle into Tommy's neck. “Walking in on you dancing to Any Man of Mine in your underwear? I'll never forget that one.”

Tommy snorted. “It's a wonder you didn't leave me right then and there.”

“It's a wonder I didn't propose right then and there.” When Buck realized what he said, his body stiffened. He went to pull back, to ask if that was too much, but Tommy kept him close.

“I would've said yes.”

The words were spoken barely above a whisper. Buck almost missed it completely. But he didn't. He heard Tommy and it made his heart skip a beat. He melted into him further.

Oh, you're the reason I believe in love

And you're the answer to my prayers from up above

All we need is just the two of us

My dreams came true because of you

Technically, they weren't dancing anymore. Instead swaying gently as they held each other up.

Buck lifted his head slightly, just enough to look into Tommy's eyes. “Did we just sort of propose to each other?”

Tommy smiled, his nose scrunching up in the way Buck loved so much. “I don't know. A little bit, I think. A promise, maybe?”

Buck nodded, laid his head back down. “I like that.”

From this moment, as long as I live

I will love you, I promise you this

There is nothing I wouldn't give

From this moment, I will love you

As long as I live, from this moment on

Buck made no effort to release himself from Tommy's grasp as the song ended. He closed his eyes, now wet with tears as he became overwhelmed by the amount of love he felt. “Can we play it again?” he muttered out, willing his voice not to break.

Tommy moved just enough to hit replay on the remote and press a lingering kiss to Buck's forehead. “As many times as you want.”

From this moment, life has begun

From this moment, you are the one

Right beside you is where I belong

From this moment on...

[kit-williams]

Perpetually at your beck and call...

Female Perpetual Serf!Reader x Typhus Herald of Nurgle

Tag list: @bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy

@plegg

Song listened to on repeat while writing/typing: Reckless Battery Burns by Ghost and pals

Word count: 2674 too many

TW: casual body horror?

Blessings of the Grandfather upon you all!

It hurt. Your skin knits itself back together as you crush the last of those strange flies was crushed in your hand. Your lungs burned as you realize you've lost track of time... you lost track of how long you've been held on the Inquisitorial vessel... how they were able to get you to admit your deepest memories when no one else had been able to. Memories dance raw in your mind... memories of loyalties... memories of lifetimes ago... and it all seemed to snap wildly. It was as if fate reacted violently to the fact you dare uttered Calas Typhon's name once more.

The buzzing had finally died down... well in the immediate area as it still lingered and echoed. You pushed out of your now unlocked cell and your heart ached with your long held loyalties oh child of Barbarus... child of poison... as you looked down at the warped Death Guard at your feet. You devoted your life to them... to Mortarion... to Calas... you were with the loyalists when your master betrayed with his father... and still you devoted your life to the Death Guard. Even if their name and heraldry changed after the siege of Terra... you followed ever loyal daughter of poison... because someone had to remember their once noble origins... when their Father's hearts were noble... when he cared... even as you faded into the background you made sure you remembered. Twas the least you could do as a Serf.

But, a young inquisitor snatched you up when you dared question his goals... when you dared question him questioning the chapter on their geneseed. You knew it was Mortarions but it had been buried long under Dorn's or Robute's lineage. Pain became your reality for who knew how long... the worst pain was when they managed to wound your soul directly as those took the longest to heal, compared to when they removed a limb or immolation and everything in between... they never gave you enough food or water to comfortably heal and now you were pushing your body to heal. They just somehow knew you were guarding something close to your soul and maybe that's why you screamed out his name... you screamed out for your master Calas in perhaps some sad delirious hope that your erstwhile master would come and save you.

Calas was rude and could be a little cruel at times but you could see his noble heart and good nature mixed in with that arrogance but you also could see how he saw you as his possession and while he could be a bully... you realize you've missed his funny barking laughter , you found the flatness of his nose a little attractive, the way he kept his beard... just small things endeared him to you and you always wondered what you did to endear yourself to him. That he would put up with you at times stomping a foot at him and snapping at him in your birth tongue and his always cheeky reply back. Perhaps you really did hope Calas would come and save you. You finally pulled yourself away from the body and ran.

Typhus had felt the tug of being summoned... like some demon as his true name was spoken aloud. No one alive knew his name anymore and those that did, even Father respected his new name, all called him Typhus. But there was a fluttering between his rotting hearts as his name was uttered like some prayer though other times he could feel it was as if sludge was crawling between them... barbs dragging... no care for his name and then there was that fluttering again. A desperate plea made for him... his ruined lips pursed as they dropped out of the warp and a gentle tisk left his mouth... some nosy inquisitor looking into things long since decayed. He smirked and barked out a laugh as it was why he was the herald of Nurgle and not his Father. He would bring the blessings of Grandfather to those that dig up the dead!

You ran through the maze of corridors as there was so many dead around, you avoided the zombie like forms shuffling around or had to run through them in your desperation to get through. Your stomach empty as you were tired... you missed your home... you missed watching over the Astartes... you don't know why after all this time you were missing Calas teasing you. You felt so raw and vulnerable... you want to wake up before everything fell apart and this all be some nightmare and you weren't cursed with immortality... forced to watch the Imperium you grew up in fall apart... learn Barbarus' destruction... have your legion fall to some malignant cancer in the warp.

You skid to a stop as you stared in horror at the massive bloated marine. The buzzing was so loud as it was coming from him. The single horn on his head reminded you of lord Mortarion's scythe. But your eyes darted over the armor and your stomach dropped to the floor as your heart raced to your throat and was pounding in your ears racing so fast that it might just give out... that was Calas Typhon. You had fastidiously tended to his armor that you just knew. His head tilted to the side as those dim yellow lenses looked at you... as if he couldn't pin down something... as if you looked on the edge of being a familiar sight to him... as if he knows you shouldn't be alive. You broke first... you always did...

Typhus was once a man named Calas. A man who enjoyed the wet eyes and pouty bottom lip of his personal serf... a man who enjoyed when he pushed her far enough that she snapped at him in their shared tongue. Calas had liked to think he was better than his biological sire... but really he knew he was no better as he too took an unhealthy attachment to the human under his service.

Calas stop... a whimper left your mouth... he remembers the blush crawling over your face... down your neck... down to the swell of your breasts that rose pleasingly as you took in a deep inhale. How you looked at him with those wet eyes as you breathed out No and stop yet made no effort to pull away. Calas would have loved to say that he ignored his desires... Tell me this means nothing... that this is just my duty... you had begged in that moment. You both were hypocrites and liars... in that moment.

Typhus gripped his scythe tightly watching you run from him as he was not a sentimental creature like his father. A swarm buzzed after you as you turned the corner leaving him to his thoughts. He had a feeling what Grandfather Nurgle would say... the eternal sentimental one... perhaps he was feeling like 'Calas' today... so perhaps he would... indulge his sentimental side.

Skin was pulled back as you ran down the hallways and small chunks of flesh pulled away from your muscle on your arms and legs. You nearly slip onto your face as you pass by so many bodies, piles of sludge that could have been human could have been a machine, and piles of armor that their wearer simply vanished out of. You crush a fly as it dug into your cheek whittling down their numbers but you know that they pulled back. You slide to a stop at a rusted bulkhead as it looks out of place. The cogitator is dead and still you try to desperately to gain a sudden burst of strength to pull the door open but fate was not on your side.

You had to escape... you knew it deep down you had to escape! There was an airlock nearby... it was stupid and it was going to be painful but there was no way you were going to make it to the hanger. It was stupid of you to think you could out run him even as bloated and swollen monstrosity that he somehow was slower than a baseline human... you run back past the hallway you ran out of and you watch him, he was still horrifyingly fast, suddenly barrel down the hallway at you all in the corner of your eye. Bones snapped as he grabbed you violently and knitted back together. You inhale as he uses both of his hands and squeezes, you feel your ribs fracture and you screamed out, "CALAS! MERCY PLEASE!"

His yellow eye lenses flashed brightly as he felt that fluttering of his rotting hearts, this was whom had summoned him. Rusted and ruined ceremite clad fingers gripped your chin as he easily held you with one hand. But, Typhus was intrigued as you had no blessing of Nurgle anywhere on your soul and yet you were not putrefying to his touch nor to the bite of the destroyer hive. You make the mistake of feeling tears gather in your eyes and Typhus looks at those wet eyes... OH! He remembers you! His favorite serf with the wet eyes and pouty bottom lip whenever he was difficult with you! Oh it was not just him being a sentimental fool it really was you! "You are not dying." He wheezed out with a grating chuckle as you squirmed in his rotting grasp, "It has been..." He paused thinking, "Millennia." He clicks his tongue against his teeth as you don't look a day over thirty... and he remembers that you had asked for a day off to celebrate it, "What is your secret? Come now, " He coos softly, "tell your Master." His finger gently brushes your cheek as you squirm against him.

When you fail to answer him, Typhus squeezes you hard and you shriek as you can feel that bones will snap soon, "I CANNOT DIE!" You shriek out and with that answer he loosens his hold on you. You rest limply in his hand, like a cloth doll, as you struggle to catch your breath. You weakly life your head and grab his wrist as you whisper out, "Calas..." You watch him tilt his head slightly, "please. Please let me go." You don't see him relish the feeling of the way you say his name makes his hearts flutter like insect wings fresh from their chrysalis.

His barking laughter fills the hallway, "And leave you all alone?" He shakes his head, "Oh no, Grandfather would be most displeased with me if he found out I left you all alone." He drinks in the fear in you have in your eyes as you thrash about after mentioning Grandfather.

"Calas! Calas! Please Mercy! CALAS PLEASE!" You scream out in desperation as you try to pull yourself free as hot fresh tears roll down your face.

He relishes the way his hearts flutter as you say his name, "Shhhh," He pulls you closer, your name falling from his ruined lips, "I am not going to hurt you." He whispers softly petting you trying to sooth you, "You are working yourself up over nothing... just like you would before," He chuckles and it sounds wet... yet there is a buzzing underlying it, "Old habits die hard hmmm?"

"I do not wish to go! Please Calas!" You sob again and he just holds you closer as he hums... softly buzzing... as your name leaves him in soothing whispers.

"I feel so good when you say my name." He speaks after he is certain you've cried yourself into a migraine and all that leaves your lips is a strangled sob, "My hearts flutter every time you say it. But, when one of those other mortals said it," He glares at a nearby body of an Inquisitorial agent and spits acid upon it, "It felt like hooks and sludge pulls and covered them... like they were unworthy to say it." Individuals of his swarm have crawled out and skitter over your flesh and over his carapace as you realize being held in his arms... you barely have any fight left in you. "How did they get my name." He asks softly.

You sniffle, "They... they tortured me for it."

"Awww poor baby." He says as he cradles you close, "My dearest little serf... did you need me to come save you?" As soon as that left his lips something inside of him swelled as he wondered if this is how Grandfather Nurgle felt when saving Grandmother Isha from the Prince. The fluttering of his hearts... was you begging his name wasn't it? Pleading for your old master to come and save you from the cruelty of the Inquisition. Oh yes Typhus had certainly come and saved you! You sobbed as you were too weak from all the torture you endured and now this... it was too much. "Shh shhh there there my little dear you need not answer me. Oh you poor little creature... what did they do to your soul? No wonder you are such a mess right now... but rejoice... your master has come back for you, Rejoice!" He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him again as you just weakly struggle and cry, "Rejoice, but you must call me Typhus now outside of a few rooms. However this might not be exactly the same as Grandfather Nurgle's romantic heroism of Grandmother Isha... what we have is close enough." He purrs or rather buzzes in delight. You watch him pull the face grate away from his mouth... and if your stomach had not already been empty you were certain you would have emptied it. Typhus chuckles at the rolling motion of your stomach, "And just like Grandmother Isha... you will come to learn to love my tender affections."

"Please... no..." You hiccupped out before you dug your blunt nails into flesh mixed with armor as he cups the back of your head pushing his mouth to yours. A dexterous tongue violates your mouth and pushes into the back of your throat. You gag as nothing comes up, as there is nothing to empty, tears roll down your cheeks as you struggle against Calas no Typhus "kisses" you. Your mouth was filled with the taste of an over-ripened fruit and as he pulls his tongue back it feels like he left something behind in your mouth.

He groans slightly, "So sweet," he scrapes his tongue along his teeth before kissing and licking your tear trails, "Oh yes I am eager to get reacquainted with you." His mouth pushes into your flesh in an attempt to leave kisses as you just cry and work yourself back up into a tizzy, "Oh yes... and unlike last time my dear... this will mean something... mmm," His tongue swipes across his maw, "perhaps I might try to make Grandfather a great-grandfather." He barks out a laugh as you struggle in his grasp trying your best to escape but as long as one of his hands is on you... you're not getting away. He retrieves his scythe from it leaning against the wall as he puts his mouth plate back on.

Isha was distressed just like you as the plague lord carried her back to his garden and just like her... you were weakened from your time in cruel hands. Typhus was certain many would see this as but another blessing for him as the truly favored of Nurgle as why else would he be gifted an Isha of his own! He remembers how pretty your hair was and it seems it was shaved off by your captors he is eager for it to grow back and have his nurglings weave flowers into your hair... once all the lingering damage done by the Inquisition had healed, Typus was certain you'd make a fine Isha to stand by his side as he spreads blessings! Your eyes wide with fear as you near the threshold and like a good husband he carries you across it. You may be Typhus' stand in for Isha but unlike the real one... no one is going to try to save you from your new husband.

[fordtato]

Ok this ask is about jersey boy

It is probably the best thing I've ever read. No joke. I've read loads of books by famous authors but jersey boy is better than all of them by a mile. The emotion? The way I can feel everything that happens? I could go on and on forever about how amazing it is.

The fucking frog and the scorpion was my favorite chapter. I could feeeeel the tension and the hopelessness and everything oh my god

I cried MULTIPLE TIMES reading this fic. I listened to a song on repeat that captured the feels while I was reading the frog and the scorpion. I'm planning to make an animatic with this song about the fic. Yes, it deserves all the fanart for it.

You NEED to write the next gravity falls thing (if there is one) I nominate you for the job. Alex if you're reading this hire Hana rn. like you can write these characters SOOOOO well. You probably understand them more than anyone else judging by your videos and this fucking fanfic. (And you'd obviously be able to fix the timeline) Oh my godddddddd.

TLDR: You're such an amazing writer and you have so much talent like what the hell ur like fanfic jesus and your stuff inspires me so much ok byeeeee

i am late to replying but when i read it it really cheered me up ty so much

Jersey Boy is one of those things i work on as a treat after i finish the other things on my to-do list, and as you can imagine... that means it is coming slowly.

but im so glad you like them, and i am honored that you enjoy my writing so much

[h-c-u]

No longer a secret pt 3

Summary: The one where InternetTM has ideas and the relationship officially goes public.

Pairing: Toto Wolff x fem!reader

W/C: 4k

Rating: PG, age gap

TWs: none

A/N: I didn't expect the characters to grow this much, but I guess we're in it, guys, gals and pals. Also, below you can find a link to a playlist I listen to while writing all of this softness. The songs on it don't apply to either of the characters, just put me in a good mood for fluff. Also-Also - I don't have a clear plan for a part 4, so it might be few days before I'll write it.

Taglist: @crimeshowjunkie, @omgsuperstarg

Series Masterlist | Masterlist | List of tags | Playlist for the series

You hated waking up early, especially alone in bed, but there had to be some cons of being with a man like Toto. Although it was more of a personal preference, than a true inconvenience. And during most mornings out of season, you had him all to yourself...

But today he was most likely either in some early meeting, or still in the gym, and you had your own meeting in about 30 minutes, so it was time to get up and get ready. 

You've just finished making a quick breakfast and a second coffee for your guest when there was a knock at the door. 

Mr. Zane, or Mark - as he insisted you should call him - was definitely worth whatever Toto was paying him because he was able to find a discrepancy in your contract that not only could void it after 30 days of you not being assigned a "full-length uninterrupted interview", based solely on the word uninterrupted, you could also sue the network based on precedence you wouldn't be able to repeat under any threats.

He already drafted a proper resignation letter mentioning all the legal things, and next to that, there was a letter from his firm stating that a failure to comply would result in legal action. You only wanted to add one condition to the things he prepared - you wanted to be the one to announce your departure from the network first; on your personal social media and without naming specific reasons.

He quickly edited the file to include that condition, and passed the tablet to you to sign, and just like that - everything was taken care of. And as a bonus, he checked a statement you quickly prepared, just to make sure the wording was ok, and after a few tweaks, you had it ready to post as soon as you got a reply from the HR department. And Mark assured you that they should confirm everything when the message will be marked as read since everything was effective immediately. 

A twenty-minute meeting saved you a full month of additional work, and with that, you were officially free. And unemployed. You would just have to return all the network-issued gear and vacate the room they paid for as soon as possible, which shouldn't be an issue, since the majority of your things were already here. You also no longer could use your press pass and network ID, but that wasn't going to be a problem, since you had no desire to do so. Sure, it was a dick move to leave your colleagues in the middle of the season, especially when there was supposed to be coverage tomorrow on track. But your resignation was a great opportunity for someone to put to good use. 

To your surprise, you got the notification that your Network acknowledges your resignation and accept the terms before Mark left the suite, and you had to make sure three times that it was indeed real because it still felt like a dream. After he finished the coffee, he congratulated you on your freedom, and just like that - he was gone, leaving you alone with your thoughts, and you immediately went into damage control mode, making call after call to your friends in the network, letting them know that you're no longer with the company; you didn’t want them to find out from a company-wide email, or worse - your social media. To those you couldn't reach, you wrote a message, and since all of you were basically in the same camp, there was no one who was bitter or angry; your friends fully supported your decision. Sure, there were a few less-than-appropriate comments, but all were in good faith.

Toto came back from the gym while you were still on the phone, and gave you a quick kiss on the top of your head in passing, because he didn't want to hug you when he was still sweaty, and before he disappeared in the bathroom, you mouthed "It's done, thank you...", and you could almost feel the pride radiating off of him, even though you basically didn't do anything. A question on the other side of the line made you turn around and focus on the reply.

When he came out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his hips you couldn't help but stare a bit, and Toto just smiled when he caught you, came closer, and wrapped his arms around you, while you put your right hand on his shoulder blade, pulling him closer, so you could rest your cheek on his chest. His skin was so warm after the shower, that you could just melt into it, but you knew you couldn't stay like that long, because he had to get ready, and you had to continue the call session. Well, you technically didn't have to, but you wanted to explain whatever you could in person. 

You eventually let go of him, still deep in a conversation with your friend from the weather department, who just asked about your plans for t   future. You started telling her a rough idea of the project, and while Toto was getting dressed, you went to the kitchen to make him a coffee and take the breakfast out of the fridge, so he wouldn't miss it. You knew you didn't have to do that, but you enjoyed doing small things like that for him, and he did the same for you.

It looked like he would have a virtual meeting first because he took out his laptop, so you left him at the kitchen island and quietly closed the door to the bedroom, from where you continued your calls. You honestly thought that it would take less time, and after the sixth call, everything became so repetitive, that you honestly started to regret that you didn't make a group chat and let them know by a meme that you quit. 

But you eventually finished, and it was almost 11. It's not like you had something else to do today since you were officially free, but that feeling of guilt for not doing anything specific was present in the back of your brain, so you sighed and came into the other room, trying to figure out if Toto was still in the meeting, and when you heard your own voice coming from his laptop, you realized that he definitely wasn't. 

You lowered the barstool he was sitting on so you could take a look over his shoulder to see what he was watching, and the sudden movement down made him laugh. You hugged him from behind and rested your chin on his shoulder, because for once you could do that without abysmally tall high heels. He was watching your interview with Lewis from yesterday, and you came just in time to see him walking into a frame and putting his jacket over your shoulders. 

- My hero... - you laughed, and you pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. You stayed like that until the video ended, and after it did, you reached under his arm and scrolled down to see the comments, and you immediately started shaking, trying to contain laughter.

- "Y/N is so strong because I simply would have fainted if he did that to me..." - you read out loud the latest one, and he took over scrolling, so you wouldn't have to strain your wrist. - Oh, Mr. Wolff, please catch me in your strong arms if I faint...? - you couldn't help yourself and he shook his head with disbelief.

- It will be hard for me to catch you if you're behind me... - he laughed, and pulled you in front of him, basically switching your positions, so you leaned on him and intertwined your fingers with his on your stomach. 

- This one is funny... "Y/N is definitely in a secret relationship with Lewis Hamilton. In this essay I will...". - he read out loud, and you couldn't help but laugh. A quick look in the top right corner told you that you were still logged into your account on his computer, so you hit reply and commented "Where is the essay, OP...?", and he laughed even harder. 

- I like this one "A single mom who works two jobs, and one o  the jobs is definitely making sure his favorite son won't get sick", it's a reference to a song... - you added and you could feel him smiling, while you typed, but you hesitated before you hit send. - Are we ok with that...? - you made sure, even though it wasn't anything specific, just a slight suggestion. "Ok, but like are we sure-sure he's single?" 

- Are you ok with that...? - he flipped the question, and instead of replying you just sent the comment, and you could feel him pulling you closer, so you basically sat on his lap now. - Do I want to know what that means? - he pointed at one of the comments that read "Where is that fan cam of Toto to "big boy" because I suddenly need it to survive.", and you laughed again.

- I don't think I've ever seen this specific one, but people take clips of other people, in this case, you, and put them together to different songs. I suspect in this case they refer to you looking very hot, Neshama Sheli. - he couldn't help but laugh. 

- I don't think I'd like to see that... I would be much more interested in seeing fan cams of you, Schatzi. - you shook your head and wrinkled your nose, when he pressed a quick kiss to your temple, while you continued scrolling, and while there were a lot of comments about pet race, Toto's gesture was the second thing people talked about the most, and you both laughed from one more "I volunteer as a headset!", referring to the fact that there were times when he didn't treat his headsets the best. 

Only after you saw a comment where someone said that they can't wait for your next interview with Lewis, you realized something. 

- Shit, I forgot to post the official information about my resignation. - you immediately grabbed your phone and posted the prepared statement across all your social media. 

- By the way, I requested a Mercedes pass for you till the end of the season, so you could still come and go to the tracks as you want. - he said when you finally closed his laptop and turned around so you were facing each other. 

- Thank you. - this time you had to lean a bit to kiss him, and you would have lied if you said that you didn't enjoy it. 

- Is there anything else I can do for you, love? - he asked, pressing his forehead to yours. 

- Actually... - you took a deep breath - I want to get in front of the possible rumors, and I want to announce, well... us. - a giant smile bloomed on his face while he pulled you for another kiss. 

- No more hiding...? - he asked more as a formality, but he also wanted to make sure that you were 100% ok with sharing that part of your life.

- No more hiding. - you confirmed, your voice surprisingly confident.

- Then what are you waiting for? - you couldn't help but laugh. 

- It's a whole process... You know business and management, I know journalism, but more important - I know social media, and I know exactly how quickly the information and wild theories will spread in this community. – this whole endeavor would require some finesse, and you honestly debated if you shouldn’t leak your relationship to a few drama channels yourself to avoid ripping the Band-Aid yourself, but it would be much messier that way.

- I understand. What do you need me to do...? - he asked and leaned back on the stool a bit, so he could look at you better. 

- Take a selfie with me... I was thinking about posting it with information that I will go live and answer questions for about 30 minutes to dispel any craziness that will definitely come up sooner or later. - you explained your plan. All of it still seemed so surreal...

- Sounds good. Is that all you need? - he asked again, closing his knees a bit, and squeezing you between them.

- I mean, I still need to get the rest of my stuff from the other hotel, but I'll do that later today. - you sighed. You had more things to do, but this one had a deadline 

- I'll drive you. - he said as if it was the most obvious thing, and it wasn't even a question.

- Toto, you have a race to think of... And I am perfectly capable of doing that myself. - you tried to steer his mind away from taking care of you, but he didn't budge.

- I know... But consider this - I want to. - well, how could you argue with such sound logic? - Do you have any ideas for the photo?

- Not really, but I don't want it super staged, so I guess... just smile...? - he placed a quick kiss on the tip of your nose, and you turned around, sat on his lap, and turned the camera on the two of you, while he leaned a bit forward and rested his chin on your shoulder. You quickly took a few pictures in a row, while he placed another kiss on your cheek and you couldn't help but smile. And when you started lowering your phone, you felt the vibrations in his pocket, but it was to be expected. He chose to ignore them in favor of another few seconds this close to you. - Answer your phone, Meu Tudão... - and with a heavy sigh he did, while you stood up from his lap and started to choose the best of the photos. And the one when he kissed your cheek and you smiled was just perfect. 

You quickly cropped it so the proportions would fit the layout of the website, and made the picture a bit brighter, but that was it. The description only read "30 min live AMA at noon, get ready". You turned the screen in Toto's direction, so he could take a look, and he gave you thumbs up and a huge smile, and that was enough for you to post it. 

Not even a minute passed and the notifications started blowing up your phone to the point that you had to turn them off for this specific app in fear of it crashing every few seconds. 

You still had at least 10 minutes till the live, so you got something to drink from the fridge, because you suspected that 30 minutes of talking might make you a bit parched. You also carefully chose the place you wanted to stream from. Definitely not in front of the window because of the light, and you didn't want to share the view, so you opted for a couch set on the wall perpendicularly to the floor-length windows. You also made sure that there weren't any personal items in the frame, just in case. 

Toto was still on the phone, but as soon as you started your live, he moved to the bedroom, because the things he was talking about weren't exactly public. 

- Hi everyone... Oh, wow... There are a lot of people here... Jeez... - you looked at a quickly growing count indicating how many people were currently watching you, and the number was significant; you knew that neither of you was exactly anonymous, but it still exceeded expectations. - Ok, I'm gonna give everyone one more minute to join in and then I'll start answering questions... - you explained and leaned back a bit, but still made sure that the angle was good. You slowed down the chat, just so you'd be able to read anything. - How am I...? I'm great! Nervous as hell, but I'm actually great. - you didn't want to be quiet for that minute, so you decided to answer a few general questions. - Where am I...? I'm currently at the Ritz-Carlton... - You saw that the number of viewers started to stabilize, so you knew it was time.

- Ok, time for some serious questions and serious answers. As usual, I won't engage with anything vulgar or inappropriate, so make sure to keep your questions clean. But first some general info, so we're on the same page... - you took a deep breath because it would be the first time you shared that information out of your own free will. - Yes, me and Toto Wolff are together. We've been together for just over a year now... - you couldn't help but smile when you saw the flood of reactions in the chat, and you tried to catch as many questions as you could. - Did anyone know? No, not until yesterday. We decided to keep it private because of my career. Is someone blackmailing me to share that information...? - you couldn't help but laugh. - No, no... I'm doing it out of my own free will, no blackmail involved. - you took a moment to get to another question. - Did my departure from the network was because of our relationship? No, it's not. I keep my work life separated from my private life and there was no influence either way. - another quick break to catch up and read the question. - Why did I quit my job? I didn't quit my job. It was a mutual departure because our priorities no longer lined up and continuing that partnership wouldn't be good for either me or them. - you stuck to the things Mark approved earlier today. - Why am I sharing this now? Since I no longer will be working around the track, there was no reason to keep it secret. - you noticed that Toto left the bedroom, the phone still in his hand, but he was no longer on a call. You didn't ask him to join you, and you were prepared to do the AMA alone, but he sat next to you and wrapped his arm around you, and the chat exploded again. - Say hi to everyone... There are over 20k people watching us now... - you almost instinctively leaned into him. 

- Hello everyone! And wow! 20k just for us? That's impressive! - he leaned forward a bit, so the angle would be better. 

- Do you want to answer a few questions, Ya Amar? - he smiled, and you could see on the screen that he wasn't looking at the camera, only at you, and that warmed your heart. 

- Sure, why not... - he chuckled quietly. 

- So how did we meet? - you relayed one of the questions that popped up in the chat with a smile because the mere memory of that afternoon was more than enough to put you in good mood. 

- Well, believe it or not, it was nowhere near the track. She actually yelled at me, because I accidentally destroyed the flowerbed in front of a small B&B she was staying at, and that was enough for me to know then and there... - he smiled when you looked at him, and you couldn't help but blush a bit. 

- And I did that fully knowing who he was because the older couple put so much work into maintaining that flowerbed and he just... run over it! - you built on top of his story. 

- In my defense, I did that to avoid hitting a squirrel! - now both of you were laughing, and it took you a second to remember that you should be answering more questions. 

- Where was our first date? - you read the question out loud, and you were preparing to answer it when Toto cut you off.

- Oh, that's easy... Deutsches Technikmuseum in Berlin, and it lasted what... 10, 11 hours? - he replied and pulled you closer.

- Yup, it's a very big museum, and we were there since it opened till it closed, and we still didn't see everything. And after that, we went to a park and just sat on the grass and talked. It was perfect. - you added. You didn't want to share more details like - a much too expensive, very poor-quality dinner you sneaked onto the roof of the brewery on the museum grounds... Or the cheap strawberry champagne with glitter, which you chose only because you thought he would never buy or drink it, and which later exploded in his hands before he even managed to open it, soaking both of you in a pink, sugary, sticky residue; fortunately, neither of you got hurt then.

- Indeed... It was perfect because it was with you... - he leaned a bit and pressed his forehead to your temple, and you looked at the chat again in search of another question.

- Do we live together? Come on guys, that's too personal. What did we do for our first anniversary...? We spent a whole week on a cabin cruiser in Greece, just the two of us... - you could feel his hand gently stroking your back. - Ok, we're over the 30min mark here, so one last question and we're done. Make it a good one, guys... Ok, ok... - you took a moment to actually choose the question. - What are our favorite things about each other...? For me, it's your smile. - you replied, more to him, than to the chat. - I know it's cheesy, but it represents so many things... It makes me feel safe and cared for, it tells me that there is nothing to worry about, and no matter what - everything will be all right. And even when I'm having the worst day of my life, when I see you smile, it all disappears, because you give me the strength to get through everything. - you said and he pulled you in for a quick kiss. 

- For me, it's also easy... You make me want to be a better person in every area of my life. You push me to do things I wouldn't even consider before I met you by forcing me to look at things from different perspectives. You have this way of listening to my problems, that makes me realize exactly how to deal with them, doesn't matter if it's about work or about something private... And you make me want to be a better man for you, a partner you could be proud of. - this time you were the one who pulled him into a kiss, not caring how many people were watching you, although currently, they were watching more of the ceiling than the two of you. 

- Ok guys... Thank you so much for watching, that's going to be it for today... - you centered the camera on you and Toto again. - Take care, everyone! - and with that, you ended the live. 

- That went well. - he said, pulling you closer, and you leaned into his body. 

- Actually, better than I expected. But I guess we'll see what the articles will say in a few hours. 

- Do you think there will be articles...? 

- Oh, there definitely will be articles... And I can guarantee that at least one of them will be titled something like "Austrian billionaire and his latest, much younger fling" or "A principal and his student". People on my side of the media are vultures... - you couldn't stop the sigh that came out of your chest, but even though you knew that people would take the one thing about your relationship and run with it till the end of Earth, you honestly didn't care. Not when Toto's arms were tightly wrapped around you. - Oh, and an honest heads up - you and your team will definitely be asked about me during media hour... - you closed your eyes, letting yourself relax a little. 

- Do you care about how we will be perceived? - he asked with that pure childish honesty in his voice. 

- 6 months ago, I honestly wouldn't be able to sleep because of it... But now...? - you smiled and looked up just so you could see his face. - Now I truly don't give a fuck. - he couldn't stop the light chuckle that made his chest vibrate under you. - And I pity people whose lives are so boring that the only entertainment they can come up with is making up lies about two people who clearly love each other... - you leaned back again, savoring this moment, because you could just feel that it will and soon. After all - it was still racing season, and even though positions for tomorrow were already assigned, Toto still had a lot to do before the race. 

Part 4

A/N 2: Please don’t feel obligated/pressured to reblog, because I write mostly for myself. A comment would be appreciated though :) Love, G.

[girlboypersonthingy]

Let’s Dance!

Voltron (+Matt!) x reader that one super soft time that you danced together AND AND AND the song you danced to 🥹❤️‍🔥

Side note: I will always write the reader as gender neutral but some of the song lyrics use she/her pronouns so…sorry about that :,(

LANCE 💙

You had just finished training with Keith and Shiro and you were exhausted. Those boys pushed you hard because they know you can do it and they want to make sure you can always protect yourself. You sigh as you walk slowly through the halls, tilting your head side to side in an attempt to stretch your neck. As you turned the corner, you could hear music and hilariously bad singing (more like shouting) coming from the blue paladins room. A smile creeps up on your face as you approach the open door way, the music loud now. You stand in the door way, arms crossed as you watch the taller boy twirl around his room. He shouts out the lyrics, making dramatic faces and wild hand movements. As he turns, he notices you watching which yanks a stunned squeal from his mouth.

“Having fun?” You ask with a dorky grin, walking into his room. He exhales with relief, putting a hand to his chest. “Geez, (Y/N). I thought you were Keith.” That comment ripped a laugh from your mouth. “What? Can’t let big bad Keith see you dancing all pretty?” You reply as you approach him. “First of all, Keith is not big and bad. And secondly…you think I’m pretty?” His once normal smile turned into a mischievous grin, his eyes half-lidded as he wiggles his thin brows. You laugh again, this time it was more of a giggle. He always made you feel this way, all giddy and excited and blushing. “Of course. You’re gorgeous, Lance.”

His smile falters a bit, his heart beating faster now. “Really?” He speaks softer now and you’re barely able to hear him over the music. “Huh?” You shout before he just shakes his head and grabs you by the wrist. You smile like a lovesick goofball as he pulls you in and your chests meet, his arms quickly snaking around your waist. You stare up at him as you both laugh and sway to the music. Then you lean your head on his shoulder, wrap your arms around his torso tightly and close your eyes, your smile never fading.

Lance isn’t quite sure how to keep it together now. He can smell your shampoo and he can feel you breathing against him and oh my god was he in love with you. Suddenly, his hands begin to travel south, softly grazing over your butt and you pull back with wide eyes and an open mouth. “Excuse me! You better watch it, lover boy.” He quickly brings his hands back up to a more appropriate place on your back as a chuckle leaves his lips. “Sorry. Moment of weakness. You just have that effect on me, (Y/N).” You go back to leaning into his shoulder as you continue to sway with him.

KEITH ❤️

You turn off the shower and hear music coming from the room next to yours. As you wrap yourself in a towel, you listen and think the song sounds kind of familiar. The song comes to an end but then starts again. This makes you smile a bit as you dry off and quickly get dressed. You approach the door next to yours and knock. The song stops just before the door opens, Keith in the doorway.

“Hey.” “Hey yourself.” You fiddle with the hem of your shirt as you look at Keith then back into his room. He watches you and sighs softly. “I mean, if you wanna come in you can, but my room is a mess and-“ You don’t even let him finish and instead scurry in and plop down on his bed. He nods and turns to see you hogging up his entire bed. “Why’d you stop the song?” He shrugs, standing still. “Do you want me to play it? I thought you came in here to talk or something.” You nod, rolling over so that you were now on your stomach, your chin resting in your hands. “Yeah, I like that song and apparently you do too since you’ve had it on repeat for a while now.” This brings a small, shy smile to his lips before he forces it away. He goes to resume the music, leaning against his wall with crossed arms in typical Keith fashion.

You smile as you listen to the lyrics, wiggling your feet in the air to the beat. You look up and see Keith now mouthing the words and bobbing his head to the beat. Your smile was uncontrollable now, his cute gestures making you rise to your feet and close the distance between you. “You’re cute.” You blurt out before taking one of his gloved hands in yours. He tries to fight back a smile, his cheeks turning red. “No.” He responds bluntly as you gently pull him into a hug. He sighs, but it’s a comfortable, relaxed kind of sigh as he feels the warmth of your embrace.

His hands very slowly and carefully come up around your back, tightly squeezing you to his chest. You let out a soft “hmm” as he squeezes, making him think it was too hard. He goes to pull away but you keep him against you. Your arms quickly find their place around his neck and you hide your face there. As you breath nervously, it tickles his neck and causes him to gasp slightly. Now as you went to pull away to look up at him, he held you tightly in place, not wanting you to see his probably really dumb but also adorably shy and blushy face. He was so stiff, breathing shallow and quickly. He loved feeling you up against him like this but he didn’t know how to act.

Slowly, awkwardly you both begin swaying to the song. His hands stay glued to their spot on your upper back as yours gently begin to play with the hair covering his neck. He just can’t keep up the stubborn, quiet, bad boy act with you. At this point, he’s a smiling, blushing mess. He has always had a soft spot for you. You just make him feel safe and seen and validated. He continues to mouth the lyrics now that you are literally too close to even see his face…but you can feel his jaw moving ever so slightly. He’s too cute.

PIDGE 💚

You sat beside Pidge on the floor in their dumpster fire of a room. You didn’t mind though, they always made room for you to sit or lay comfortably with them. You had earbuds in that Pidge had actually made for you since you’d mentioned to them how much you like music. You were stoked when they gave them to you and now you always have music playing. Pidge was typing away on their laptop, the clicking noises and the music faintly coming from your ears were the only sounds in the room at the moment. Pidge smiled a bit as they realized you were listening to a playlist they had made for you.

They began softly humming along as they continued to code, fingers tapping quickly along the keyboard. You notice Pidge glance over at you so you pop an ear bud out to see if they were trying to talk to you. They weren’t talking but their humming made you gush with love for them. You’d never mentioned it but you thought their voice was so nice and soothing. You scoot yourself closer to the small paladin, gently pushing one of the ear buds in their ear before you lean your head on their shoulder. You’d think Pidge would be annoyed and shoo you away so they could focus, but instead they lean against you as their typing slows slightly.

You are humming together for a second before Pidge suddenly pushes their lap top away to turn and face you. They were kneeling on their knees now, admiring the way you watched them move towards you. You smile brightly at each other before they tackle you into a hug, making your laugh ring out. You put one hand back on the floor behind you to brace yourself and rest your other hand on their back, hugging them to your body tightly. Pidge continues to hum as they rub their hands up and down your back, their eyes closing. You take your hand from behind you and gently rub Pidge’s hair.

Suddenly, you’re up on your knees too, both of you holding onto the other as if this would be the last time you’d ever see or touch each other again. You began swaying back and forth to the song playing in your ears as Pidge continued to rub your back and you let your hands roam their short hair. “I’m surprised you pushed your work aside for me. That’s so unlike you.” You mumble into their shoulder. “You are just as important as everything else I have to do right now, (Y/N).” You feel your heart swell as you bite your lip at their sweet words. “Also, you’re sooooo freaking needy. I’m kinda used to it now.” You frown and lean back to look at them. “You’re a brat.” You pout and try to pull away, but they start laughing at your reaction and that makes you smile and melt back into their embrace once more.

SHIRO 🖤

You walk through the halls of the castle looking for your favorite person- Shiro. You checked the training deck only to find Keith and Lance training and totally not goofing off together. You checked the kitchen only to find Hunk and Pidge laughing and trying whatever new thing Hunk has cooked up. You pass Allura in the hall and ask her where Shiro may be. “Mmm did you check the observation deck? Every so often, he goes there to be alone and reflect.” Your face drops. “So…should I not go bug him then?” The princess smiles sweetly at you. “You should definitely go check on him.” You smile back at her and soon, you’re nearly running to where you knew he would be.

As you open the door, faint music hits your ears and you see Shiro sitting on the floor, in some sort of yoga position as he softly sings along to the song. “Hi.” You say just loud enough to be heard over the music, causing the man to turn and look at you. “(Y/N)! Hey. What’s up? Everything okay?” He starts to stand but you put your hands up. “Oh yeah! I’m fine…just…found myself missing you, I guess.” He gives you a lovely smile as he sits back on the ground, throwing his arms open for you. “Come here.” He begins to laugh softly as you full on sprint to him, throwing yourself into his arms and against his chiseled chest. A throaty “ugh” leaves his mouth as you hum with content at being wrapped up in his arms. “I’ll never get tired of you doing that.” He speaks clearly to you as you bury your face into his shirt and breath in his scent.

You’re straddling his lap now, your hands coming up under his arms and around his back. Often when you two hug, he lets his hands innocently roam your body. He’s not trying to cop a feel, he just likes to feel every curve of you. It lets him know you’re really real. So, he lets his hands wander down your back and onto your thighs and then up your arms. Soon, his hands rest on your face as he gently pulls you away from him, wanting to get a good look at you. His eyes look tired and he is barely smiling. “You okay?” You ask softly.

He doesn’t respond, instead he stands up, grabbing you by the waist as he lifts you up with him. He’s holding you like a parent holds their child who is too tired to walk on their own…but he was the tired one. “Shiro, put me down.” You order, but he ignores you, holds you tightly and begins to sway to the music. You can’t help but smile and hold onto him. As your legs wrap around his waist, your forehead soon meets his own. His eyes are closed, but yours stay open as you watch his lips move. He’s singing ever so softly, his voice smooth and deep as he rocks back and forth with you.

Soon enough, Shiro feels your legs start to slip off him and your hands loosen their grip on his shoulders. “(Y/N)?” He leans back to look at you and gasps as you nearly fall from his arms. You were dozing off to his sweet singing. He chuckles softly as you open your sleepy eyes. Finally, he begins walking to your room to lay you down for a nap. Maybe he’ll join you.

HUNK 💛

This was a very rare occasion where you found Hunk NOT in the kitchen and instead, he was helping Pidge clean up their room. He said it was good to clear the area in order to clear your head, as well. Pidge didn’t agree with that, but they appreciated the help anyway. Hunk put on some music as they got to work, sorting the trash from the old plates of food goo from the pieces of technology that Pidge needed still. You poke your head in, finding yourself bored and also intrigued by the music playing.

“Whoa, looks like the galra blew this room up.” You tease as Pidge lays on their bed, acting all exhausted and dramatic. “Right?! That’s what I said.” Hunk replies, making Pidge groan in protest. “It’s not that bad. I know where everything is and it’s MY room so why does it matter?” You saunter in slowly, watching as Hunk attempts to pry the younger paladin off their bed. “C’mon, Pidge. I swear you’ll feel so much better and clear headed once your room is clean.” “I’ll help, too.” You respond cheerily. “Good, you two deal with it then.” And now Pidge is checked out, their face deep in their computer screen.

Hunk sighs and looks to you, smiling a bit. You smile back and walk closer to him. “I like this song.” You speak before he nods in agreement and begins to do a silly little dance. Your smile only grows wider as you watch him, nodding along to the beat. “Okay, dancing Queen!” You joke as he holds his hand out to you. Your smile fades slowly and suddenly you can hear your heart beat over the music. Was he…trying to dance with you?

As you slowly rest your hand in his, he snaps his fingers to the beat and wiggles his hip. You nervously sway back and forth as he steps closer to you, holding both of your hands now. You weren’t great at dancing, but Hunk was such a good lead, you didn’t know he had such good rhythm. He pushes you away from him then pulls you back in then twirls you around, making you suddenly relax and start to smile again. Why were you so nervous? It’s not like he was necessarily a great dancer, but you didn’t want to look like a dork in front of him.

As you two laugh and sway together, Pidge just looks up at you and groans. “Ew. Can you guys not be all cute in front of me?” You throw your head back as you laugh at their comment and suddenly, you feel your feet slip out from under you. You accidentally stepped on an old plate covered in food goo and you went tumbling backwards. Almost like a cheesy romcom movie, Hunk lunges forward and saves you from the fall very gracefully, dipping you in his arms. You stare up at his shocked face, a blush growing on yours. His expression quickly softens as you reach up to rest a hand on his warm cheek. “My savior~”

ALLURA 💖

Occasionally, you liked to go to the training room late at night when everyone else was resting or doing other things. You like to be alone and focused, not worried about the others watching you or trying to give you advice. You also like to play your music and just vibe by yourself. Tonight was one of those occasions. You kept restarting level three of the training simulator, not wanting to push it too hard but wanting to keep your heart rate up. You hear the door behind you slide open with a whoosh and you are pleasantly surprised to see Princess Allura standing in the doorway, pink pajamas hanging off her tall body. Suddenly, you’re knocked on your butt by the training bot, causing you to groan in pain and Allura to giggle at you.

“Hey. Why are you up so late?” You stand and rub your butt as you walk towards her slowly. “I was just going to ask you the same question.” She replies with a forced smile. “I like training alone. I get nervous with everyone standing around watching me.” She nods and steps into the room. “But what will you do in the heat of battle when you’re surrounded by the enemy, (Y/N)?” You shrug and look away from her. “In the heat of the moment, I’m sure I’ll figure it out. Now, you answer my question.” You rest your hands on your hips as you raise a brow at her, watching her frown. “I’m just…worried. I can’t seem to fall asleep.” She reaches for your hand just as the song changes.

You give her hand a gently and reassuring squeeze before an “ooh!” leaves your mouth. “I love this song.” You tell her as you loosen your grip on her hand and rub your thumb over her knuckles. She couldn’t bring herself to look at you as tears formed in her eyes. She was so tough and strong and resilient, but she felt like she could really let her guard down around you. As you notice her lip quivering, you are quick to grab ahold of her other hand, pulling her closer to you. “Oh, Princess. Don’t cry.” Those words make her loose it, a soft yelp coming from her as she begins to full on cry in front of you.

You pause, unsure of what to do now. You’ve never seen her so distraught. “Come here.” You pull her up against you and hug her tight, rubbing soft circles on her back. Her arms hung at her sides, her wet face against your neck as her shoulders shook with each sob. You begin softly singing the words to her, meaning every word with all of your heart. Slowly, she seems to calm down with a sniffle and a sigh. “What can I do to make you happy again?” Your voice is at a whisper now, your hands reaching for her face. You want to pull her back and look at her.

“No. Just…hold me.” She keeps her face hidden in your neck as her arms come up around your waist. Her wish was your command. You hug her close again and continue to sing to her, gently swaying to the music. As you feel her relax and slump against you, her feet start moving along with yours. “Everything will be okay. I promise…I’ll always take care of you.” Sure, she was way stronger and smarter than you, but you’d do anything for her. Anything.

MATT 🧡

You and Matt were both scheduled to leave for an important mission tomorrow. Except…you weren’t going together. He was going one way, you were going another. You had been stressed and down about it all day, trying to bury yourself in your work and distract yourself with music as to not be consumed by sadness. Although you were gonna miss him endlessly, there were just more important things to focus on right now. But he could feel it, feel the worry and sorrow radiating off you.

“(Y/N).” He calls out, you don’t look at him. “Hey. Everything is gonna be fine. Before you know it, we’ll be together again.” Matt jumped slightly as you pushed yourself up from your chair fast and angry, making the chair fall back behind you. “I just don’t get why we can’t stick together! I just want to be with you always. I NEED to be with you or how will I know if you’re okay? H-how will I know what’s happened to you if you go missing?” After thinking about the words that just left your mouth, you turn away from him, tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. It would be silent now had you not started playing music. As much as you hate to admit it, if something ever did happen to him, you’d rather be there to witness it than to be left worried and confused and wondering what went wrong.

“Whoa, hey. Come on, now. I’m a big boy. I can handle myself.” Before you know it, he’s turning you to face him with a sort of sad smile on his face. “And so can you. We’re gonna be fine, honey.” He quickly wiped your teary eyes before just holding and examining your face. He was literally scanning your face, you could see his eyes shifting, his smile slowly fading. He just wanted to keep that image of your slightly sad but beautiful face in his head. He wanted to be able to metaphorically look back at that image in his head because…he was scared, too.

As he felt his eyes begin to sting and his throat start to close up, he pulled you you into a hug hard and fast. His shaky hands were holding your head to his shoulder, your arms tightly wrapped around his waist. You both cried for a moment and you began taking mental notes of this moment with him. You noticed the way he smelled kinda woodsy and musky, the way his breath sounded in your ear right now, the way his hands were freezing cold even through your clothes, the way he is still trying to pulling you in closer. As you both inhale and exhale together, your embrace loosens. His hands slowly fall down your body, eventually stopping on your lower back.

You start to sway to the music, your eyes closing as you lean into him more. After a moment, Matt starts to follow your movements and now you can’t help but smile a bit. There’s literally not enough room between you for you guys to be dancing, you’re both totally stepping on each others feet. You don’t mind, you wish you could be even closer. You wanted to crawl into his clothes and sink into his skin. You start to hum softly into his neck, enjoying this soft, sweet moment.

“Matt…” He pulls back to get a good look at you. “Promise you’ll come back to me?” His heart aches at your words, but he forces a smile and hugs your waist tightly before lifting you off you feet and spinning you around. Little goof doesn’t even set you down right away, he just looks up at you with hopefully eyes, melting at the way the light is glowing behind you.

“I promise.”

[unreliablesnake]

My new swag (Joel Miller x reader)

Summary: Joel's ex makes you snap, and it's revealed that you come from a rich family.

Note: This brainrot comes from me reading this amazing chapter of Summer Submission by @elvinaa. I just wanted the reader snap and reveal that she comes from a ridiculously rich family (like Nick in Crazy Rich Asians), making Allison and Sarah shut up at once. Thank you so much for giving me permission to write this!! / The title comes from this song because I've been listening to this on repeat while writing. /Not proofread or edited. I'll die on that hill one day.

Warnings: age gap, no outbreak, rich Joel.

It would have been a blatant lie if you said you weren't nervous. Joel was there by your side, promising a wonderful evening for the two of you, but you knew his ex-wife and daughter would also be there, which foreshadowed the upcoming drama. Why would they start and behave now of all times?

And just as expected, drama slowly unfolded. First Allison and Sarah made their snarky little comments, trying to anger you and Joel simultaneously. Then Charles started talking shit, giving you a glimpse into the series of lies those evil witches were spreading about you.

Then there were the looks of familiarity from people who had already known you and your family. But you knew they would keep their mouths shut about this. No one needed to know the truth, especially not Sarah or Allison. Oh, they would be a hundred times worse if they knew. A part of you wanted them to find out, the thought of the look on their faces being quite entertaining, but this wasn’t the right time or place for that.

Being in the company of Stella and Neal felt like a breath of fresh air. They were always so nice to you, making you feel safe and sane in the shitstorm you got yourself into by choosing Joel. You didn’t even know where you would be if they hadn’t taken you under their wings.

Sometimes you wondered if it was a good idea–staying with Joel, that is. Maybe you should just go home and leave this madness behind. Not because Sarah and Allison wanted you to leave, not because you were afraid of what they would do, but because that was the only way you could keep your remaining sanity and dignity.

“You okay?” Neal asked you on the dancefloor, knocking you out of your darkening thoughts.

Letting out a sigh, you thought about what to say. He could see right through you, there was no reason to lie. “Why am I here?” you asked him, being sure he would know what you meant by this short question.

Neal groaned, a sound that was accompanied by a disapproving look as he guided you. “Just breathe in, then breathe out. Calm down. They can’t hurt you with their stupid lies. I mean, they could, but I’m sure you can protect yourself. You don’t need anyone’s help, not even Joel’s.”

Maybe he was right; you shouldn’t let those vicious women get to you. So you put on a smile and gave Neal the sweetest look you could possibly manage. He couldn’t help but laugh as he complimented your sudden good mood, making you laugh as well. It felt nice. It felt warm. You were beginning to feel like yourself again.

“When was the last time you were at an event like this?” he suddenly asked when a slower song was playing and he held you closer than before.

You had to think about this for a moment. “A few years ago. I can’t even remember what the gala was for, but I sure as hell remember my adorable peach-colored dress and the way guys kept staring at me,” you replied dreamily, earning a smug smile from the man in front of you. “Oh, please, I went there with my dad. He chased away everyone.”

The two of you laughed at the thought, then he tilted his head to the side as he watched you. You cocked an eyebrow, having no idea what was going through his handsome head. Whatever it was, it drew a mischievous smile on his face.

“I remember what you wore at that Christmas party last year,” he suddenly said with a wide grin.

Of course, he was there. You attended the grandiose Christmas event your father’s company hosted for prominent people, feeling free and good because you onew no photos of you would get out from the event. Your father always made sure of that, no magazine was brave enough to take a risk. This way you knew Sarah wouldn’t find out, and so you had one less thing to worry about.

Your father introduced you to Neal himself, for some reason finding this young man worthy of meeting you. The two of you had fun, but at the end of the event you didn’t give him your number, and told him he shouldn’t risk stalking you on social media. He took the hint and let you be.

Before you could say anything, you noticed Joel on the side of the dancefloor, his eyes fixed on you. You watched him approach with a smile, honestly happy to see him. “Joel, did your conversation go well?” you asked sweetly.

Your innocent question kicked off a conversation between Joel and Neal that made you tense up. You didn’t like where this was going, and in all honesty, you found it ridiculous. Joel was jealous, it was clear as day, while Neal was having the time of his life messing with him.

When you made it to your table before the auction, Allison sprung into action, aiming at provoking you two until you broke. But you were done with their bullshit, and Joel didn’t seem to care much either. He put a hand on your thigh when Charles asked if you enjoyed the event, and his fingers tightened around your flesh when Allison made a few more unwanted comments.

You glanced over at Neal for a moment, thinking about how dancing with him was so far the best part of the night. Maybe it was the fact there was no drama with him around. Maybe it was the fact he knew the real you. Maybe both.

“Do you like it?” Joel asked with a gentle nudge.

Since you were zoning out, you had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. “Like what?”

“That painting,” he whispered, flashing a charming smile at you.

It was beautiful, you didn’t even deny it. But then he raised the white card that until now lay on the table and said, “Twenty thousand.”

You shot him a shocked look, demanding to know why he suddenly decided to bid for it, and when he said he wanted to buy it for you, you had a mental breakdown. He was going too far with this. You knew you had to stop him. But as you tried to come up with the plan to convince him to give up, you heard Neal’s voice from the other side of the table.

And that’s when these two–Joel and Neal–began their own stupid little bidding war. You tried to convince Joel once again, but he didn’t stop so you picked up a white card from the table and said, “Two hundred and fifty thousand!”

This shut them up. In fact, it shut everyone up.

You noticed the knowing smile that crept on Neal’s lips, but your attention was averted by Allison, who scoffed and said, “It’s easy to be generous with Joel’s money.”

It was rich coming from her, but you managed not to laugh at her statement. Sarah began to complain about you spending her father’s money, Allison joined the choir soon after, but you were more focused on Joel who was watching you with a serious expression on his face.

“What was that?” he asked.

“I snapped and bought the painting myself to stop you two morons,” you said, pointing at Joel first, then moving your fingers to point at Neal.

He laughed, seemingly having a little too much fun, but Joel was dead serious as his eyes burned a hole in you. “This is for charity,” he repeated his previous words. “And I’m still paying for it at the end of the day, so I should thank you for making a generous offer in my name.”

“Charity, my ass. It was all about winning. At least I had a good reason to buy this painting with my own money and support this cause due to my family history,” you said, having to bite on your lower lip before your tears would begin to fall because of the memories.

Joel’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t try to ask you about the my own money part of your speech despite having a frown on his face when you said it. Good. You wanted to forget this and enjoy the rest of the evening in peace.

But Allison had a different idea. She took a sip of her drink, then she said, “And how are you planning to pay for it? You said you were buying it with your own money after all.”

“Yeah, you don’t have that much money. Hell, you couldn’t even pay for your own dress,” Sarah said with a mean smile.

Oh, you poor thing, if you only knew. If Joel hadn’t shown up in the shop, you would have paid for everything yourself. But as she and her mother kept giving you those vicious looks, acting like rabid dogs ready to attack, you felt something snap in you.

“You know what? I’m not gonna stay here and listen to the two of you. You’re terrible, pathetic people, and you,” you said, pointing at Allison, “don’t even have money. Assuming I just spent Joel’s money was truly rich coming from you, the very woman who has been blackmailing him for more of his money that you don’t even deserve.”

Stella’s lips curled into a proud smile, while Neal silently clapped to cheer you on. You glanced down at Joel for a moment who had a very, very confused look on his face.

“I’ll go pay for the painting then I’m heading home,” you stated, talking mostly to Joel. “Have a good night, everyone.”

“What the hell?” you heard Sarah’s voice from behind you.

It was soon followed by Neal who said, “You know, her family has more money and power than you can even think of.”

He shouldn’t have said that, but it was water under the bridge now, you weren’t planning on going back and telling everyone to keep quiet about this little detail. So you walked outside, heading straight to one of the organizers to check where you could pay for the damn painting that you bought. You asked them to put a note on it, one that was intended for Stella who deserved this beauty for helping you so much throughout the past few weeks.

As you walked towards the front door, you heard a familiar voice behind your back. “Hey! Would you stop?”

“Why?” you asked before telling him how terrible you felt the whole night.

It had been a nightmare so far, and you told him that you weren’t expecting things to get any better. Then one thing followed another and he ended up saying something that deeply hurt you.

“I’m not the one making a scene. I don’t start fights, I finish them,” you informed him angrily, doing your best to keep your voice down. “Talk to your ex and daughter, get them to behave. Oh, and tell Allison that if she does or says anything that hurts my reputation back home, she better do it knowing my family has an army of bloodthirsty lawyers who would be more than happy to tear her apart in court for defamation.”

Joel opened his mouth, seemingly about to say something to this, but then he remained silent. Out of morbid curiosity you stayed there, waiting to hear what he had to say. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke up and said, “Is it true? What Neal said about your family.” You nodded as you folded your hands behind your back. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Because we’re not like you, we don’t want the world to know we’re rich, you were dying to say. It was true, your family was ridiculously private, and you went against everything you had been taught all your life tonight by letting them find out the truth like they did.

“That’s my family’s money,” you said in the end. “I bought the painting with the money I inherited from my grandfather. I don’t want my family’s money, not yet. I want to live a perfectly normal life while I’m studying. I’m already getting a lot of shit for not studying in England, I don’t need them to have more to say about my life.”

You could see the wheels turning in his head, but you weren’t about to wait and find out what he had to say.

“I’ll go home now,” you said before turning around and going outside to get a taxi.

This was for the best. You both needed time to calm down, and you could only hope he would come after you soon. If he didn’t… Well, at least you would know what kind of man he was. He only wanted you when he couldn’t have you. Now here you were, ready to be with him, but he didn’t seem as invested in this relationship as you were.

[littlemissaddict]

Hi don’t know if I ever sent in this request in but a Luke from Julie and the phantoms x reader were the reader is getting physically hit by carrie because Carrie wants the reader to steal her one of Luke’s songs seeing how successful the reader and Julie’s band is doing but the reader refuses like finds out and tries to give Carrie the song but the reader won’t let him

Hi, so I've just written one very similar to this that I don't know if you sent or someone else did and while I don't really write for jatp anymore I written a little something for you anyway. I apologise for it only being short but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

You recognised the voice immediately, the calling of your name from down the empty hallways, how could you not when you had been friends since you were tiny or you had been up until a year ago when she cut you all off when you stuck by Julie after her mom passed. Closing your locker you briefly braced yourself for the onslaught that you were about to endure before turning to greet her as civil as you could.

"Carrie" you acknowledged her as she came to a stop in front of you.

"I need you to do something for me" she spoke, skipping over the pleasantries and getting straight to the point, "I need you to steal me one of your boyfriends songs"

"Excuse me" you blinked at her, surely you had heard her wrong.

"Listen it's no secret that since you added those holograms" she added air quotes to them which gave you the impression that she had somehow worked out the boys secret but that seemed impossible, "to your little group that it has gained you all some traction in the music world so I," she pointed to herself as if it wasn't already obvious who she was speaking about, "need you to steal me a song befitting the vibe that Dirty Candi brings that will propel us to stardom"

"Listen Carrie you may think nothing of stealing from a friend but I would never do something like that so I'm sorry but you'll have to try something else to help propel you to stardom" you replied, repeating her own words back to her in hopes of her seeing how ridiculous she was being.

"Oh I'm sure you can be persuaded to help an old friend out" she smiled sweetly, trying her best as if you couldn't see right through that fake smile of hers.

"No Carrie I really can't be now please don't ask again" you told her, watching as the smile fell from her face only to be replaced with what you could only describe as rage for not getting her own way.

What happened next, you definitely did not see happening and from the shock on Carrie's face afterwards neither did she, which told you the slap you received across the face was a spur of the moment reaction that she hadn't fully thought through. Though despite it not being premeditated didn't mean that it didn't sting and Carrie didn't stick around for much longer after that so you couldn't have done much even if you had wanted to. Not that you did, you were one to let go which is what you did with what had just happened because something told you that she wouldn't be back anytime soon asking for a song.

The stinging had subsided by the time you had reached the studio but to your surprise it was empty apart from Luke whose face lit up when he saw you. Placing his guitar to the side and jumping up from the couch to come greet you but he comes to a sudden stop just before you.

"What happened to your face? Why does it look like a handprint? Did someone hit you?" You sigh realising that while your face may not sting anymore it didn't mean that the mark had gone down if Luke's quick fire questions were anything to go by.

"Carrie" was all you got out before Luke interrupted.

"Carrie? Why would she hit you?" Luke wondered out loud as he gently brought a hand up to your face, running his fingers across the marked skin all the while his eyes never leaving your face to gauge your reaction as he didn't want to hurt you anymore than you'd already been.

"She wanted one of your songs for Dirty Candi, I refused to steal one for her" you replied with a shrug, preparing yourself for the worst as you knew how protective Luke was over his songs.

"All this over a song?" he asked in disbelief, "if she's gonna hurt you over something as silly as this she can have one, she can have them all I don't care but I do care about you" he revealed. You warmed at his confession, even though you knew he cared but to hear that he cared more about you than his songs was definitely something but you still stood by your earlier statement that Carrie was not getting one of his songs.

You shook your head as you spoke, "Don't even think about giving her one, she's not taking credit for something you have worked so hard on" you told him sternly, "if she wants to get ahead in the music world then she needs to work for it and not expect it to be a given right because nothing in this world is" you finished only to find Luke staring at you with a weird look on his face.

"I love it when you get so passionate about something"

"Yeah well you better listen and not give her what she wanted" you narrowed your eyes at him knowing that he like to distract to get you off a topic then go and do exactly what you'd asked him not to.

"I did, no songs for Carrie" he confirmed, though he would talk to Julie about getting her to watch whenever she was around because he couldn't have you getting hurt again.

"Good, now lets go find everyone" you say with a tug on his hand as if you didn't know that you'd find them in the Molina's kitchen.

[sunjaesol]

Love is Blind x Juke

For the past two days @thedeathdeelers and I have spiralled into a Love Is Blind x Juke fanfic in the dm's and this is what came out of it. So, a co-written Imène and Ophelia special for Juke Jeudi. Ta-da!

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“Hi,” a voice called out from the other side of the Pod. This was it. The start of this mess. 

Luke perked up. "Uh, hey, I'm Luke."

"I'm Julie." A pause. Then a laugh. "This is really weird, huh?"

Luke laughed as well, the tension of the last twenty-four hours slipping away. One second he was drunk in his apartment with his buddies on the Netflix website, the second he was on a flight to San Diego for a freaking reality dating show. Or rather: a marriage show. Insane. But whatever. It wasn't like he was actually going to find someone. He was just gonna lay low, write some songs, and then dip after ten days.

"So, Julie, what made you sign up for this thing?" he asked, draping himself across the couch. A cup of rum and coke dangled in his hand.

"Um… I guess I wanted to do something I'd never do. I'm always waiting for love, you know, instead of… just going for it. So here I am. What about you?" Her voice was pretty, slightly raspy, yet melodic, and he felt himself listening to her intently.

"I'm here to write songs," he replied, blunt.

She laughed. "What?"

"Yep."

"You're here… for songs?"

"Don't take this the wrong way," he said, "but this is like a retreat for me."

"Well, that's excellent, actually," she replied, smooth. "Because I happen to be a songwriter."

***

Julie went into her second date after an hour long conversation about music and their favourite bands with Luke. She felt giddy, but knew a first impression didn’t mean anything in an experiment like this. Sitting down, she called out: "Hello?"

"Hi, I'm Nick," a male voice said.

Julie smiled. "I'm Julie."

"Julie," he repeated, and she heard the scribbling of paper. "So, tell me about yourself, Julie."

"Um… what do you wanna know?"

"Where are you from?" he asked. 

Easy enough. "I’m from Los Feliz."

"No way!" He laughed. "Me too!"

Her brows raised. "Really? Where did you go to school?"

"LF Public High."

"Ah," she sighed, "I went to the arts school. It would be crazy if we've met each other before."

"Or maybe it's fate," he teased.

An amused smile twitched on her lips. Guys that flirted with the word ‘fate’ to wrap a girl around their finger; she’s met those before. "Yeah, who knows."

***

After three full days of jamming and creating music with Luke, somehow able to connect on such an intense level with a shimmery wall between them, they found themselves in amiable silence. It wasn’t awkward, somehow. The song they worked on had been rather emotional, about family and history and regret. It brought back memories she hadn’t dared to discuss in the Pods. But now… 

“Not to like, um,” she licked her lips, “dump all my trauma, but—”

“It’s okay,” he whispered.

“My mom, uh, died… two years ago.” Julie took a steadying breath, though let the tears roll as they came. He didn’t see her. She could cry. “She’d been sick for a while—terminal cancer—so we were prepared, but… nothing actually prepares you for it.” She heard him hum, encouraging her to continue. “And that’s why I applied for the show. The day she died, I felt like I died with her. I’ve just been on auto-pilot. So, ‘Love Is Blind’ was honestly this, like, desperate attempt to feel again, but I didn’t think I’d actually marry someone. I just wanted to break free of this dead feeling… if that makes sense.”

After a beat of silence, Luke said, “It does. Trust me, it does. I’m sorry, Jules, for your loss. That’s the worst thing that could ever happen, I–” A curt laugh left him. “I wish I could hug you right now, fuck.”

“It’s okay,” she sniffled.

“You’re probably the strongest person I know, not gonna lie,” he continued. “Trying to keep living after that… you should be so proud, Jules.”

Julie’s lip wobbled as she sank to the carpeted ground and shuffled to the shimmery wall, pressing one hand against it. She hadn’t had a sip of alcohol today—even though the producers wanted her to—so she knew all she felt was pure.

“I am proud,” she agreed. “Only a crazy alive person locks themselves in a Pod for seventeen hours a day.”

A laugh barked out of him. Jumping off the couch, he sat cross-legged in front of the shimmery wall. His heart hammered a nervous beat. “I, uh, relate, to be honest, to, like, mom stuff.”

“Oh?”

“My mom hasn’t died, fortunately, but… when I was seventeen, we got in a really big fight. Like, we said some nasty stuff to each other. I ran away. I didn’t speak to them for six years.” He shook his head. “And I know it’s not the same. Trust me, I know. I left by choice. But it felt like the death of my bond with them. I felt like I was dead to my parents. They never tried looking for me. Maybe because they knew where I was, but… they never tried reaching out. Until I did it at twenty-three.”

Julie sighed, “I’m so sorry, Luke.”

“It caused me to produce some fire songs, but… I don’t know if it was worth it.” He chuckled, tears rolling down his cheeks in surprise. “I don’t think I ever told someone that before.”

Julie smiled. “I’ll keep it a secret. Thank you for sharing that with me, Luke.”

“No problem,” he tried to sound nonchalant, but to him, it came off infinitely grateful.

“How’s your relationship with them now?” she asked.

“It’s… it’s alright. It’s not perfect in the slightest, but, you know, I come around for dinner or lunch at least once a month, I keep them in the loop, they keep me in the loop, they’ve attended one of my concerts…” He trailed off. “We’ve come a long way.”

“That’s great to hear,” she smiled. “Family is so important to me, so I would’ve felt so bad if I wouldn’t be able to—” She paused, warmth spreading in her body and face.

Luke frowned. “What?”

“If, um, if I wouldn’t be able to, um, meet them,” she uttered awkwardly. They had come to the silent agreement that they wouldn’t marry and simply be each other’s confidante for the ten days in the Pods. Julie has never felt like this before though. She felt… she was in love. Which was crazy, but how else could she explain the feeling in her gut?

A smile grew on Luke’s face. “You wanna meet them?”

“Don’t goad me like that!”

Luke laughed. “I’m not! I’m not! It’s… it’s cute, Julie, that you wanna meet them. Y’know, I wanna meet your dad, too. He sounds cool.”

Julie smiled. Her heart felt like bursting. “He is.”

***

The next day, Julie stood in the kitchen of the women’s quarters stirring a carrot and bell pepper soup on the stove. Luke’s favourite. If they ever were to meet in real life, she’d introduce him to other, way better, soups, but this would do for now.

Suddenly, Carrie—another contestant—appeared beside her. “You’re talking with Luke, right?” Carrie asked. 

Julie looked up. “Yeah, why?”

“Well,” she shrugged, haughty, “he's my number one, so.”

Julie frowned. Luke’s her number one? Since when? She had never heard Carrie speak about him. Did something happen in the Pods that she wasn’t aware of? “I thought Nick was your number one.”

The woman rolled her eyes. “Nick is so passive. I like Luke a lot more. I mean, musicians are hot, right?”

Carrie was baiting her, Julie realised, replying with a weak: “I… I guess…”

“Yeah,” Carrie affirmed, “so he’s my number one. I heard he’s yours, too.” The blonde tried to pull off an air of nonchalance as she inspected her perfectly manicured nails, but Julie didn’t bother with an answer and chose to add a pinch more paprika to the soup instead. She smiled; yeah, he’d like that.

Aggrieved Julie didn’t respond, Carrie continued: “So, why are you making soup?”

Julie threw a disbelieving look at Carrie. “It’s for Luke. For his birthday?”

Carrie, who had already lost interest in the conversation, suddenly whipped her head back towards Julie, hair flicking with the motion. “It’s his birthday? When? Since when?”

Julie rolled her eyes at the girl, and shook her head. Deciding to make a dig, she said: “I thought he was your number 1?”

Carrie frowned and pointed at the pot. “Can I give him some, too?”

"No,” Julie puffed, in disbelief that the woman even dared to ask her that. “That's honestly weird for you to ask, Carrie. It’s disingenuous."

"Okay, whatever," she grumbled and skulked away to talk to Kayla.

***

"So... I talked to Carrie..." Julie brought up after Luke had accepted and had taken a swig of her homemade soup. It had to be their sixth date at this point, but it has felt like forever. 

The man looked up from his guitar in confusion, wracking his brain for the last time he spoke to Carrie. "Okay?"

"She said you're her number one."

His frown deepened. "What? Really? We've spoken maybe twice."

"Oh." A relieved laugh left Julie. "Oh, wow. Then she's super jealous, or something." Her cheeks felt warm. "I was a little worried for a second, to be honest."

Luke grinned. "Yeah?"

"Mh-hm..."

"Y'know, I was worried about Nick," he confessed.

That surprised her. "Really? Why?"

"‘Cause I know you did have a connection with him."

"Yeah," she admitted, "but not in the way that we connect. Nick's like... a friend. That's all."

"Then you should tell him that," Luke said, amused. "'Cause he thinks you guys are fated."

Julie rolled her eyes. "Oh, jeez."

***

It was his favourite time of the day—sprawled across the sofa, snacks littering the floor—as he scratched out a chorus to Sunset Curve’s new song.

But that’s not why it was his favourite.

It was his favourite because he could just about hear Julie scribbling in her own journal right across that damn shimmery wall separating them, almost picturing frown lines between her brows. Which was weird, ‘cause he had never actually seen her.

It was weird, right?

But that didn’t stop him. Luke felt a silly grin taking over his features as he hummed along what he imagined would be the pre-chorus, leg swinging over the armrest—

And then he froze, stopping all movement.

Because he could be hallucinating, but he swore he just heard singing coming from the other room. The one that contained Julie. The human wrecking ball that had already captivated him before he had ever seen her.

Or heard her, apparently.

Holy shit. Holy shit. 

Luke nearly fell off the couch as he stumbled into a sitting position, jumping from his spot to the shimmery wall. He splayed his fingers as he pressed his palms against the damn thing keeping them apart, and then placed his ear against it.

He stopped moving; stopped breathing. She was singing. And it was fucking beautiful.

Shit. He was fucked.

He remembered Julie telling him about her complicated relationship with music; how she hadn’t sang in over a year. But now she was singing, here, with him, and he was finding it so hard to keep himself in check. He could clearly hear Alex’ voice in his head telling him to ‘cool it, Patterson. You’re going to scare her off.’

And that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Afterwards, Luke barged into the men's quarters and yelled: “I'm marrying Julie!”

Dean barely looked up from his paperback. “Yeah, we know.”

"You haven't talked about anyone else," Seth added.

"Oh," Luke said, scratching the back of his head. "Well, yeah. Now I'm gonna do it."

"Cool, man," Garrett grinned. "Get that woman!"

***

On the tenth day, Julie wore her prettiest dress. A purple number, nothing too special, as she hadn’t actually thought to get married on this show. The other women had ornate dresses, but she’d have to do with this one. 

Then again, she wasn’t actually sure Luke would propose. He told her he loved her, but that didn’t mean he wanted to marry her in a month; that didn’t mean he wanted to go through with the experiment; the reality show. 

Opening the door to the Pod, she heard Luke already pacing on his side. 

“Hi,” she said.

“Oh!” he exclaimed. “Hey!”

She paused at the wall. “You’re nervous?”

“It’s the tenth day, so, uh…” Luke shook his head and stared at the silly velvet box in his hands. This was ridiculous. Insane. Every other synonym for that word. He wasn’t marriage material. He was a guy from an underground rock band that came here to get inspired and write. But here he fucking was.  

“I don’t wanna say we’re fated, ‘cause I don’t believe in that shit,” he suddenly continued, the words flowing out of him. 

Julie smiled. “Me neither.”

“But I do—I do think you’re my person, Julie. That we should be together outside of the Pods. When we make music it’s like–like–”

“Magic,” she finished, her smile widening and her hands pressing against the wall. 

“Yeah,” he breathed. Sinking onto both knees, he kept his eyes on the box. “We’re magic together, I think. And I love you. I know that. I love you.”

Julie let her forehead drop against the wall as she giggled. Nothing about this made sense. No one would be able to understand what she felt right now. “I love you, too.”

“So… Julietta Rose Victoria Marie Molina…” He took a steadying breath. Now or never. “Will you do me the honour of marrying me?”

An elated sob left the woman, nodding profusely despite him being unable to see her. “Yes!” she exclaimed. “Yes!”

***

The white doors slid open in a swoop and their identities were revealed. Luke took a step forward and found his jaw falling slack at the short woman several feet away from him. She… was perfect. Down to those cute, scribbled-on sneakers.

Julie laughed, showcasing a gap between her teeth, and waved at him. "Hi."

"Hey," he grinned, his walk turning into a jog—he had to get to her—and grabbed her into a hug. "Holy shit."

"I know," she laughed, latching onto him. "Neither of us had a proposal outfit packed."

"Julie–Jules, you–" Pulling away slightly, he felt moisture building in his eyes from the shock and tension. His hands cupped her cheeks. "You're–wow."

"Thanks," she giggled, her eyes also wet. "You're wow, too."

***

After the couples arrived in the resort in Mexico, Julie and Luke settled into their suite. They unpacked their suitcases as they chatted about their flight, rosy-cheeked and happy. The camera flipped to Julie in the confessional, seated on the terrace in a pretty blue dress.

"Luke and I have arrived in Mexico," Julie said. "And it's definitely weird, suddenly, like, being able to touch him and see him, but it also feels so natural. We're just really excited to continue growing what we have and make more music."

"Julie's gonna do the speaking for me this vacay," Luke added next in his confessional, a big smile stretched across his cheeks. "I'm twenty-nine, guys, I've forgotten 10th grade Spanish, y'know."

“Yes, we’ve kissed,” Julie continued, shy, “on the plane. We wanted to do it away from the cameras, and um… it was–it was good.” Her eyes averted as her smile grew. “It was really good.”

Luke plopped down on the bed. “What do you wanna do first? Check out the pool? The beach?”

“The buffet,” she emphasised. “I’m super hungry.”

He laughed. “Sounds good to me.”

Julie slid beside him. “I also wanted to talk to you about something, now that we’re here…”

Luke nodded. “Okay.”

“Um… so we’re now sharing a bed…”

“Yeah.”

“I’d like to wait until after the wedding before we have sex,” she admitted. His face gave nothing away, simply listening to her. “It’s not that I’m not attracted to you, I am, but it’s something I want to honour, you know?”

“Of course,” he whispered. “I can wait, Julie, don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah?”

“Sex isn’t that important to me,” he said with a shrug. “It’s great, but it’s not everything.”

“Duh,” she deadpanned. “Music is.”

He laughed. “Exactly, you get it.”

The woman let out a relieved breath. She didn’t think Luke would be appalled, but she hadn’t been totally sure. Now, she could sleep beside him without the stress. Kissing his cheek, she said, “Besides, we can do other stuff.”

He wiggled his brows, mischievous. “‘Other’ stuff?”

With a roll of the eye, she pushed him away and got up. “Let’s get food.”

“Yes, Boss!”

***

The next day in Mexico, all the couples met up at the pool. It was the first time they all could see each other and properly meet. Neither Julie or Luke were worried their affection would sway, but they were nervous to approach Carrie and Nick. Both had claimed a connection, but now they were a couple themselves.

It especially bothered Luke, if he was honest. Julie was… incredibly beautiful, especially in that purple dress she wore tonight, and he wasn’t blind to the eyes Nick had been giving her. 

Afterwards, Julie and Luke sat on the bed curled towards each other, discussing the events of the night.

"So... what did you think of Nick?" Luke asked, feigning nonchalance.

Julie smirked at his obvious attempt to seem cool. "He was… nice."

"Yeah? Got a crush on him?"

"Sure," Julie deadpanned, "and that was why the conversation ended after, like, two minutes, and I stayed by your side for the rest of the night."

Luke grinned and placed a hand on her knee. "Yeah?"

"Mh-hm." She caressed his tattooed arm. "Don’t worry. I... there's not a shadow of doubt it's you, Luke. Trust me."

Luke's smile melted into fondness. "I trust you."

***

After Mexico—where one of the couples devolved and split up, leaving four couples left—they all returned to Los Angeles. Unfortunately, they couldn’t move back into their regular apartments, but all had to share the same complex. Julie and Luke lived on the third floor in a shiny, white apartment. It was the furthest thing from Luke’s actual place.  

On a positive note, they could finally introduce their partner to their friends and family. Like now. 

"Today, I'm meeting Luke's friends and band members," Julie said to the camera, standing outside of Luke’s studio in the heart of Mar Vista. "I've talked with them on the phone a couple days ago, but this'll be the first time we'll be face to face."

Luke drifted on his heels as he barely looked at the camera, clearly addressing Julie. "I'm not worried. Julie's, like, the puzzle piece we've been missing. And I fucking love her. So. Yeah."

Julie and Luke walked in where Reggie and Alex were already seated in an old, leather couch. Reggie seemed nonchalant, but Alex often flitted his eyes to the camera.

"Hi," Julie greeted. "I'm Julie!"

"Ooh," Reggie cooed. "You're even prettier IRL!"

Alex eyed her in disbelief. "Yeah. Blink twice if you wanna escape our Luke."

"Awesome support, guys," Luke grumbled.

Julie worried that the boys perhaps thought that what she and Luke had was too good to be true—that it wouldn’t last—and all it would do was interrupt their music career. She didn’t stop worrying until Alex gently pulled her away from the guys mid-practice session, and took her on a short walk around the garden.

Somehow, he knew exactly what was on her mind—and exactly what to tell her.

“Luke’s a pretty open book with just about everyone, or that’s what people think. He likes to show everyone all the good sides to him; the music, the cheerful attitude, the constant pep-talks. But he’s never, and I mean never, talked to anyone about his mom as openly as he did with you.” Alex stopped to turn and face Julie. “He’s always worried about dumping all his problems on others and it’s been his thing ever since we’ve known him. He just hides it all to himself, until he explodes and writes a song about it.”

He shrugged, though Julie could see the worry in Alex’ eyes. “But the fact that he shared some of that stuff with you, let you hear ‘Unsaid Emily’… Julie, you’re it for him. And if you’re it for Luke, you’re it for us.” Alex grimaced at his choice of words, but didn’t correct himself, choosing instead to smile encouragingly at Julie.

A moved Julie nodded in relief and pulled the drummer into a tight hug. “Thank you,” she whispered. 

That evening, it was time for Luke to meet Julie’s family, namely: her father, brother and aunt Victoria. The rest of the family would attend the wedding. Which, according to Julie, was ‘a lot’. She’d prepped him for tonight, but she still seemed nervous as she rang the bell and waited for the door to open. 

“What’s the prob?” he asked. 

“Well—”

The door flung open and an older woman in athleisure squealed at the sight of Luke. “Lukas! Come in, come in! Oh, mija, you did such a good job picking him!”

“Tia—”

“My name is Luke, actually—”

Victoria continued unperturbed and ushered them inside. He barely had time to soak in the interior as she continued babbling on. "Thank you, Lukas—" Victoria gushed.

"It's Luke—"

"—for taking my Julie off the street. Twenty-seven! Who would've thought!"

"Ah, yes," Julie drawled beside him, slightly peeved. "The old crone's age of twenty-seven."

“I think she was the one who took me off the street,” he said, throwing a smirk Julie’s way to ease the nerves a bit.

Her father and brother popped in from the kitchen, the former with a wide smile and the latter rather sceptical. “Is that my daughter’s fiancé I hear?”

***

"Luke is meeting my best friend, Flynn, today," Julie said outside of a bar. "I'm a little nervous, because Flynn is super protective of me, but I think it'll be fine!"

Luke smirked. "People love me. Everything will be great!"

That was, until Flynn said a quick hello and then shoved a ten-page questionnaire in his face. She smirked. “Just to see you’re not a serial killer and won’t break my friend’s heart.”

“Because those two are mutually important,” Julie replied, sarcastic. 

Luke scratched the back of his head as he thumbed through the pages. “I–I have to do this now?”

“Why? Scared?” Flynn pressed. “Also—” She whipped a cotton swab from her pocket and grabbed Luke’s face, pushing his mouth open. "Just the usual," she muttered and swabbed the inside of his cheek. "Just normal DNA things…”

After the horrible bar situation, Julie paced along the kitchen island continuously apologising for her friend’s behaviour. “I swear she’s usually not like this, I’m so embarrassed, like she’s protective, but not—”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Luke grabbed her shoulders to stop her from pacing with a relaxed smile. “Yeah, it was weird, but it wasn’t the end of the word.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He smiled. “You have a Flynn, I have a Reggie and Alex," he soothed. "It's all cool."

***

As Carrie and Nick argued for the umpteenth time at the Cheese Tasting Date, Luke and Julie were bent over Luke's songbook, scribbling and discussing the bridge of a song.

"No, no, there should be an inverse and then, like, the reveal, that he was never there at all," Julie said.

"I don't wanna write a sad song, Jules. It's a love song," Luke bounced back.

"I mean—" She popped a piece of brie in her mouth. "---it is a love song, just not a happy one."

A grin ticked up his lips. "Is it about Nick and Carrie?"

Julie swatted his arm. "Luke!"

"What! C'mon, Jules, look at 'em." He nodded at the pair currently shouting at each other outside, two cameras on them. "They're not exactly soulmates."

Another pairing, Vivian and Dean, joined them at their table. "Oh my God," Vivian said, "can Carrie and Nick just end it already?"

"Carrie wants those followers, she can't leave just yet," Dean added with a roll of the eyes.

"Yeah," Julie trailed, "it's... a lot."

"What're you working on, dude?" Dean asked.

Luke grinned. "A song, obviously."

Viv sighed dreamily. "It's so romantic, honestly, that you guys have, like, a 'thing'."

Dean frowned. "We have a thing."

His fiancée's brows raised, challenged, and Luke and Julie recoiled into their songwriting shell again.

***

The wedding was a no-brainer. After a teary-eyed dress fitting and a fun bachelorette party with the girls—where Carrie tried to disrupt her happiness one final time—Julie found herself in the hotel room of a beautiful ranch where she and Luke would officiate their marriage. Somehow, the month felt like a year and her relationship with Luke felt like a decade. 

“Are you nervous?” Flynn asked, buttoning Julie into her dress. 

She shook her head. “No, just healthy jitters.”

“Good.” The two stared at each other in the mirror. “You deserve this, girl.”

Victoria came in with glasses of champagne. “Well, I’m nervous, so drink up, my loves.”

On the other side of the hotel, Luke, Alex and Reggie sat in the plush chairs, ready for the wedding. Luke’s foot bounced up and down in anticipation, ready to hold her and kiss her and be hers. He knew he was a romantic, but he never thought it could get this deep. 

“Do you think she’ll say yes?” Alex asked. 

Luke nodded. “Yeah. There’s honestly not a doubt in my mind, dude.”

“But what if she does?”

“Then…” Luke took a swig of his beer as a salute. “Then we’ll have a killer album in no time.”

Soon after, the ceremony began. Luke first went down the aisle where he smiled and nodded at all his friends and family. His parents sat in the front and smiled proudly at him. 

And then came Julie. Julie, in a beautiful gown and a shimmering face, taking his breath away. It felt like he had tunnel vision. She, too, couldn’t look anywhere but him, and felt her racing heart calm down the second he helped her up the steps. Her father had tears in his eyes as he gave her away. 

“Hi,” she whispered. 

“Hey,” he whispered back, smiling, “you look gorgeous.”

“Thank you.”

The officiator began his speech, Luke and Julie exchanged quick vows—though most has been said in the countless lyrics they’ve written together—and they sealed it all with a kiss. They were married. Forever. 

For the final time, Julie spoke to the camera with shiny cheeks and sparkling eyes. “How do I feel? I mean, I think you can guess.”

Luke jumped into frame and picked her up, bridal-style. “You’re looking at Miss Julie Molina-Patterson, Netflix! Hell yeah!”

***

At the reunion, they were the only couple left standing. Obviously.

***

[canirove]

Nayef Aguerd Imagine | three

Author’s note: People on Wattpad keep asking me to write more about him, and the other day I read this combo between @yoursselo and @mountttmase and thought, oh, that could be a nice imagine! So all credit for this goes to them 🥰 I basically just added some context and a bit of dialogue. Hope you still like it and thank you for reading! 💜

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“Thank you for coming to pick me up from work today, Nayef.”

“You’re welcome” he smiles as he opens the door of our apartment. 

“Though you didn't have to, you know? You must be exhausted after this week's training.”

“I could say the same about you after the long shifts you've had this week” he says. 

“Yeah… We both have been quite busy” I say, letting myself fall on our sofa. 

“We have” he sighs, sitting next to me and lying down, resting his head on my lap while I run my fingers through his hair. “I've barely seen you, and I've missed you so much.”

“Same.”

“We should probably make the most of the free time we are going to have during the next couple of days, but I seriously can't move a finger” Nayef says.

“Same” I say again. “I for example really need a shower, but I'm so comfortable sitting here…”

“I could also do with a shower.”

“Didn't you take one after training?”

“I skipped it to go pick you up.”

“Oh, great. So we both stink” I chuckle.

“Yep” he replies. “Maybe we could take a bath together.”

“We don't own a bathtub, Nayef.”

“But we do have a shower” he says, getting up from my lap. “We could take one together.”

“I'm too tired for shower sex.”

“I wasn't thinking about that.”

“Sure” I snort.

“I mean, maybe a bit” he says with a cheeky smile. “But we both are so tired, that I was thinking about a relaxing shower. We can light some candles, put on some music, you wash my hair, I was yours… those things.”

“And we could use that set of towels your mum got us for Christmas, the expensive one.”

“And then wear our cozy dressing gowns and come back here and cuddle while watching a movie.”

“And maybe order some pizza?” I ask him.

“And order some pizza too” he smiles.

“Ok, then let's do it” I say, standing up. “You get the candles, I go look for the towels.”

“And the music?”

“I am obviously in charge of that.”

“Of course you are” he chuckles.

“C'mon, let's do it before we get too lazy” I say, taking his hand and trying to lift him up from the sofa.

“I'm coming, I'm coming.”

“Nayef!” I laugh when he stands up with a jump and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer towards him. 

“I love you. You know that, don't you?”

“I do” I smile. “But c’mon.”

“Fine” he sighs before following me, taking advantage of walking behind me to hug me again and kiss my neck, making me giggle like an idiot.

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“Your hair is so soft…”

“Uhm.”

“Simply beautiful.”

“Uhm” I repeat.

“Are you listening to anything I'm saying?” Nayef chuckles.

“I am. But I'm also focusing on the way you are running your fingers through my hair and on how you are massaging my scalp. It feels like one of those treatments they give you at fancy hairdressers.”

“What?” he laughs.

“Like, I knew you know how to use your fingers, but dear lord.”

“I beg your pardon?” he laughs again. “This was supposed to be a cute and relaxing shower.”

“And it is. It's not my fault you are twisting my comment about your fingers.”

“Because you definitely weren't implying anything sexual, were you?”

“Nope.”

“Liar” he says in my ear before turning on the water and rinsing my hair with the same care from earlier. “Oh, this song…” Nayef says once he is done.

“Our song” I smile.

“Did you pick it on purpose?” he says, hugging me from behind like he had done earlier.

“Yes and no.”

“What?” he says as he starts rocking us from side to side, my hands resting on his arms. 

“Since this was supposed to be a romantic and relaxing shower, I chose my romantic playlist, the one that is all songs that remind me of you or of moments I've lived with you.”

“Cute” he says, kissing my shoulder while we keep dancing. If you can call dancing to what we are doing, and inside a shower.

“But, I wasn't expecting to get to listen to it while we were here. I just let the shuffle do its work.”

“Well, it is doing it perfectly” he says before starting to sing in my ear while we still move, a stupid smile on my face. 

“What about this one? Do you remember it?” I say, moving on his arms to face him once the song ends and the next one starts.

“Of course I do” Nayef smiles. “It's the song that was playing the first time we kissed. You looked so beautiful that night” he says, caressing my cheek.

“You, on the other hand, looked so hot” I smirk, moving my hands up and down his back, my fingers following the shape of his muscles.

“I always look hot” he smirks, making me laugh. “And I think it was around this part of the song when I kissed you, wasn't it?”

“Yep. When the chorus start.”

“Then I guess I'll have to kiss you again.”

“You…” should. But I'm not able to finish my sentence, his kips finding mine. 

And like that night, his kiss is the softest one, one that makes me melt in his arms.

“I love you” he whispers against my lips, his hands cupping my face.

“I love you too” I whisper back before he kisses me again, those three magical words being constantly repeated throughout the whole night as we help the other after the shower, when we are sitting down on the sofa with our comfy dressing gowns eating our pizza and watching our favourite movie, or when we go to bed, cuddling on each other’s arms. 

“This has been the most perfect night ever” I say, caressing Nayef’s cheek.

“It has. And do you know why?” he asks, the hand of the arm around my waist moving over my back, his fingers trailing up and down.

“Because the pizza we ate was delicious?”

“Almost” he chuckles. “It was perfect, because I got to spend it with you.”

“Awww, Nayef.”

“I love you” he says, pulling us even closer.

“I love you too” I say before kissing him. 

[studiodelta]

MAKE A GOOD IMPRESSION

+10 PROFESSIONAL NETWORKING | -7 SINGING OR -7 RAPPING what better way to kick off the quarterly workshops than with a workshop on workshops? pr professionals from all companies will be hosting special talks with trainees to showcase their own trajectories in the industry and teach them how they can grow and foster their professional connections so they’re remembered next time an event organizer needs someone to sit on a stage and give their opinion on something. and of course, there will be a q&a after each talk! since you’ll be spending a lot of time listening to other people talk you might lose a bit of practice with your own vocal skills, but hey, no one can get very far without others to back them up.

RAP INTENSIVE

+15 RAPPING | -10 ANY ANCILLARY SKILL the rap coaches you all know so well from all three companies under the axis labels have gotten together to provide a unique opportunity for trainees this quarter! sign up to the rapping workshop to be immersed in the history of big shot influences over the styles currently present in the charts, and of course, to improve your wpm! just keep in mind that this isn’t a class on how to look good while rapping - in fact, you’ll probably be making some very silly faces - and you won’t be writing your own bars for this class either.

LANGUAGE 101

+10 FOREIGN LANGUAGE | -7 ANY PERFORMANCE SKILL as the eyes of the world fall on the korean entertainment industry, the need to communicate in a different language becomes more prevalent each day. in order to jumpstart your journey in learning a new language, axis is inviting you to join the foreign language workshops this quarter! trainees can sign up for one of the following month-long intensive classes, that will cover the basics of grammar and sentence structures: english, mandarin or japanese. if there is a particular language you are really keen on learning and it’s not listed here, feel free to make your case with a coach and your request might just be granted! naturally, sitting in a room repeating after a teacher for hours might even make you forget a little about what it’s like to perform in our own language. [ muns may submit an in-character piece to their company blog about their muses asking to be taught a different language. if granted, it is understood that axis will provide a special instructor for that language to go along the other workshops as well. ]

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[lelitachay]

1 (søsken) and 6?

Hi, Noni! Thanks for the questions!

1. Song that reminds me of Søsken:

To be honest, there are several songs that had inspired Søsken or parts of it. But to be concise, let's mention two songs and an album.

"In the blood" by John Mayer. This one shouldn't come as a surprise since it was included in one of the chapters. Chapter 14, if I'm not mistaken. I remember while I was writing that chapter I wrote the scene which included the song and then erased it. And then I wrote it once again. Till this day I'm not sure if the song belongs in there. It messes with the time frame the story is set in. Søsken is set in the middle 90s and the song is from the 2010s. It also seems weird to include the lyrics like that. But still believe those lyrics speak to Elsa and I can't make up my mind about taking them out of the chapter or not.

"Into my mother's arms" by Kaleo. This song isn't a spoiler in itself but it has inspired something that will happen in future chapters. The first time I listened to it, which was two or three years ago, I felt it was Elsa speaking and ever since I couldn't take it out of my mind.

Now, the album that reminds me of Søsken is Divenire by Ludovico Einaudi. I enjoy listening to soft piano while I write and I've got to admit Divenire has been on repeat throughout the most important chapters I've written. One of them was titled after one of the songs in the album. Ludovico's music has been great inspiration. I highly recommend it.

6. Story by another author I re-read all the time:

"All it cost" by Nova42. That's the story that started it all. She has written a prequel, an in-between story and she is currently writing the sequel to All it cost. Till this day no story has represented Anna and Elsa in a better way. Nova is an excellent, excellent writer. Her stories can make you cry your eyes out in one scene and laugh in the next. The setting, the plot... Everything is amazing. Please, if you haven't read it, please do. Ice read each chapter more than ten times I think. We also like to analyse the characters through comments. Following that story and Nova has made me grow so much as a writer.

This doesn't mean I haven't read and enjoyed other stories as much as well, but this one is the one that stands out.

Sorry for the long reply, but I couldn't just name a song or a story and not explain why. Lol.

[bookwormscififan]

My Words Sound Better from Your Lips

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A/N: Just a fluffy little MadMare hug tackle.

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Mare stood in the doorway of Mad’s lab, arms crossed and shoulder resting against the doorjamb. He’d been watching Mad work for the past hour, a stupid smile on his face and eyes bright as he watched the scientist humming while working.

Mare didn’t always care much for what Mad was working on, preferring instead to be pleasantly surprised by the results, but occasionally Mad would get so deep into his work that he’d forget there was a world beyond the lab. Those were the times Mare loved to just watch him, observing the genius at work.

Mad’s humming turned to muttered lyrics, and Mare tilted his head as he tried to parse out the words. Was Mad making up a song for this experiment, or was he singing something he already knew? Mad set aside his equipment, making notes as he observed the developments, words becoming clearer.

When you sit in your lab,

Doing your experiments and testing theories,

Do you know you make me glad?

Because I know you’re thinking of me.

Mare’s heart skipped a beat as he recognised the song, one he’d been working on as a surprise ballad for Mad’s birthday. Hearing his words and secret thoughts coming from Mad’s lips made his cheek flush, and watching the small smile growing on Mad’s face made him look absolutely adorable.

Mad squeaked as he was suddenly tackled into a hug, arms wrapping around his waist and over his shoulders, cutting off the song he was singing with kisses to the crook of his neck. Dropping his notebook and pen, he grasped Mare’s hands, holding him close behind him as he tilted his head to give Mare more room.

“Mare!” Mad laughed, closing his eyes and leaning back against Mare’s chest. “What’s this about? I thought you were working.” He shivered as Mare let out a soft breath against his skin, adjusting his grip to hold Mad loosely around his waist.

“I’ve been watching you work for the past hour,” Mare replied, nuzzling into Mad’s neck. “You know I can’t stop myself from listening to your humming. You were singing my song,” he added in a soft whisper, tracing the shell of Mad’s ear with his nose.

“I heard you singing it the other day,” Mad squeaked, turning in Mare’s hold to face him. “I thought it sounded really nice.” His hands found their place on Mare’s chest, fingers twitching to feel the softness of his shirt against his fingertips.

“I can’t write ballads to surprise you if you’re gonna keep repeating the words,” Mare chuckled, eyes shining as he looked at Mad, lifting a hand to trace the freckles across his nose. “But please do keep singing while you work. You know your voice is simply angelic.”

Mad blushed, hiding his face in Mare’s chest at the compliment, then squeaked when Mare slipped a hand under his chin to lift his head and give him a kiss, seeing the glossy look in his eyes from the feeling behind the contact. Giving Mad a smile, he leaned back in for another kiss, sighing when Mad returned it and wrapped his arms around his neck.

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[wrongcaitlyn]

hellooo! ok this is quite a long message so i completely understand if it takes you a while to get to it / if you don't listen to all the songs - no pressure at all!!

i have given you song recs before but i cannot stop obsessively thinking about your fic and so i wanted to share more ✨nico di angelo songs ✨ (or at least ones i think would fit interestingly)

firstly!! 'everything to help you sleep' by julien baker (i reccomended one of her songs last time to but they're all so nda coded) and this one fits esp with the recent chapter where nico had a nightmare. it has quite religious themes but feels a lot like it could be him talking to bianca 'thought i made out your reply / the seconds between sound and light' and 'if i scream a little louder, i know you would have heard it'. her song 'turn out the lights' also has a similar idea of not being able to keep away nightmares (that one is a bit more self-deprecating though - but also one id highly recommend!!)

and more by her!! 'good news' is from her first album and i love it a lot - it doesn't fit perfectly but some lyrics really do - 'your long hair, a short walk / my biggest fear and a slow watch' and then straight after 'always scared that every situation ends the same' only for the song to end with 'i ruin everything i think could be good news'

and then 'repeat' (still jb) is also very nico to me and maybe aimed more at will? 'say i miss you like a mantra til i forget what it means / doesn't matter what you tell me i just need to hear you speak' - i feel like it kind of has that same of theme of how nico feels like bad things will just keep happening to him over and over again.

also!! this might not fit super well as a nico song but 'cartwheel' by lucy dacus is so so so solangelo to me (my goal in life is to write a will solace-centric fic called 'skin scarred and sun-kissed lol) especially in your universe with nico's father - not so much the second verse though.

okay then 'dream state...' by lucy dacus could potentially be a devestating nico song about bianca. i mean it literally begins with 'we woke up to the thunder' 'and then the water came / and washed it all away' and then she says 'without you i am surely the last of our kind' (this song also has a sequel in '...familiar place')

then (final song lol) 'keep the rain' by searows (he even has a song called haunted which is also kind of nico and i thought was a funny parallel) feels very much like nico + therapy + talking to will: 'i don't know what steps to take / i do the easy ones until it helps' and then THE RAIN MOTIF comes through again 'when you keep the rain from coming'

and i would just overall highly recommend listening to lucy dacus and julien baker!! i love them both so much as artists + they both have some of the best lyricism i have seen + their work is just very masterful

ok thank you for letting me take up your time and babble on so much!! <333

I THINK YOURE THE ANON WHO GAVE ME THE RECS OF ITLL ALL WORK OUT AND FAVOR AND JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT I'VE EXTENDED NDA3 FOR THOSE SONGS. THANK YOU FOR THE RECSKDSF AHH

okay now onto these!!

everything to help you sleep is SO nico oh my god 😭 can never have enough religious imagery and the "if you scream a little louder, i know you would have heard" is making me think specifically of smth in nda3 and AHGLSKDF this is so perfect omg😭 i NEED to listen to julien baker's discography istg i will at some point

turn out the lights is also. so. oh my goddksjf "is it real or a dream? which is worse?" and "i just wanted to go to sleep" is so😭 i wanna cry ik i put this angst on nico so really i'm the only one to blame but like this is so so perfect and fitting :((

and honestly i think those lyrics you quoted from good news was able to convince me on it's own but then i listened and looked at the lyrics and "when i stay up and throw my voice about you or less about you and more about how i ruin" is just SO him like going to the studio late at night all the time and justGOD THIS SONG IS SO PERFECT😭 it's literally just him constantly getting his hopes up that that's the last time and then these things keep happening to him and ahgskdf :((

(sorry i'm so incoherent i'm having a hard time conveying how much i love these in ways other than keysmashes)

anon. you recommended repeat. and then i searched it up and looked at the lyrics and listened to the song. and then i saw "ALL MY GREATEST FEARS TURN OUT TO BE THE GIFT OF PROPHECY". WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCKJSKGJASKLJTLAWE

sorry i need to find a way to include that somewhere ANON YOU'VE GIVEN ME TOO MANY GOOD SONGSJSDFDS i love this one so much😭😭

honestly cartwheel to me seems so will pov but also both of them like "and i remember when you used to call holed up in the closet in the hall scared you wouldn't live to 45 the same age as your father when he died" is so😭😭 i love this </33

(also i would 100% read a fic called skin scarred and sun-kissed)

dream state IS THE BIANCA AND NICO SONG WTFSKJDFD the lyrics you quoted are literally so so fitting and HEARTBREAKING but that's just the way it is with bianca tbh (also i'm a sucker for repeat lyrics so i love that ending with the slow build and the production and ahhh)

RAIN MOTIFS. WHENEVER RAIN IS MENTIONED IN A SONG I IMMEDIATELY THINK NICO AND THIS ONE IS SOOO AHGSDHF

you're so right with the "i don't know what steps to take i do the easy ones until it helps" it's literally him :// this is perfect😭

and i most DEFINITELY HAVE TO listen to julien and lucy bc like. those songs hit so hard. i swear i'll get around to it at some point i have so many artists i've been meaning to listen to and then i just go and listen to ttpd for the 35023809328th time😭

thank you so so much for the recs!! now to once again rearrange nda3

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Tagged again by @fvriva ! Aren't I popular

The game this time is to shuffle your On Repeat playlist & pick 10 of the randomized outcomes (gulp)

1) LADY GAGA - Peso Pluma, Gabito Ballesteros, Junior H -> Been trying to listen to more music in my target language & this one has those bittersweet melodies that hit just right. Perfect for evening yearning

2) Master of None - Beach House -> oughh I love beach house...always puts me in my feelings & this song is no different. Using it as character inspo

3) No Facade - Carter Ace -> one of my favorite artists rn tbh. Hard to pin down his genre but it's somewhere between neo-soul & indie rap (if that makes any sense??)

4) i - Kendrick Lamar -> Self Confidence Anthem for me. I listen to this song whenever I need to replace self loathing w/ self love!

5) Deep Conversations - Khary -> Go-to smoking song during the twilight hours. "Isn't that kinda on the nose?" You may ask. I do not reply bc I can't hear u over the song

6) Drink - Destroy Boys -> Destroy Boys is a huugee guilty pleasure band for me. Nothing wrong w/ em (to my knowledge), it's just very poignant sapphic grunge & being transmasc I sometimes feel like it shouldn't resonate w/ me as much as it does (still blast it whenever the songs come on, dysphoria be damned)

7) The Perfect Girl (Instrumental) - Mareux -> I have only ever heard the instrumental & true fans can die mad ab it. Stuck this on loop while writing up story drafts at night. Idk somethin ab the spacey melody just puts me in a mood to write

8) sever the blight - hemlocke springs -> fans of my blog (that is to say, my friends) will recognize this song instantly. What more needs to be said? It goes hard as fuck

9) KRUSH ALERT - shonci, HR -> saw this guy on Instagram make a phonk song out of Colombia's emergency alert system & thought it was a banger so I immediately saved it. Listen to it when I draw fucked up body horror creatures

10) 16 - Baby Keem -> this is 100% a spiderverse song to me. If I slipped this song into the album would u even notice. I bet u wouldn't

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Meet the Mun

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

Oh, goodness. In 2013 This actually started out as a Twilight Princess Zelda with some friends, who I parted ways with on not so friendly terms. Then it was an OoT Zelda in a group, before November 2014 when I turned her indie. I've loved OoT Zelda since I was young, at first, it was solely for her beauty. As I grew older, and began to understand her character, I only loved her more.

some past urls have been: 'greaterlight' - 'magickick' - 'sagexftime'

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

Smut. I will not write it, even though we're both of age. Anything of the like will strictly be fade to black. Nothing against those who enjoy writing it, and I'm not sex repulsed. It's just not my thing.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

I do like action, though I rarely get to write it. I also want to explore her extreme guilt for what happened. Let's be real, the events of OoT happened because *she* decided her dream was prophecy, and set the gears turning. It was, as she even says herself, all her fault. I feel like she's one of the most flawed Zeldas out there. Most of them are selfless, kind, completely devoted to saving everything. While OoT Zelda was similar, she's also very selfish. She sent a total stranger on a quest, she expected him to protect her while she sealed Ganon away, and even in the end. She abused her power over time to create new timelines. She didn't even ask if Link wanted to be sent back to his childhood.

Good intentioned as it was, it was selfish.

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

I've made this Zelda my own, really, as we get hardly any adult Zelda canon. We get two legitimate scenes with her, and two small ones. That's it. If an idea comes to me, I'll introspect on it, and if I feel it deserving, make a headcanon post about it.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

When writing her, I'll often listen to the ending of OoT. The part where she and Link are together in the sky, and listen up until the end, then repeat until I've finished writing. Not *always*, but often. I absolutely adore the music.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

I can do both! I've been told very often that people are intimidated by the lengths I can reach. All I can say is please, don't be intimidated by how long my replies can get. As long as you give me something to work with, length doesn't really matter.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

Oh goodness yes, when it's developed well. I don't have any current ships on Zelda's blog anymore than I can remember, they've all been lost to the echoes of time. One of them is still alive, but it's strictly on Discord. That being said, if you want to plan a ship, let me know! My Zelda is heteroromantic, demisexual. All you cute guys out there hit a girl up

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

You can call me Bear, you can call me Danny. Either works!

ᴀɢᴇ?

I turned 32 a few months ago

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

January 9th

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

Orange and Brown

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

I mostly listen to animated music. I don't know if I could pick a true favorite, but the first song that comes to mind is the reprise of "Part of Your World" from The Little Mermaid (who I also write lmao, I have four main blogs)

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

When The Wind Blows

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

I'm afraid I don't watch television

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

Part of Your World (I was practicing it yesterday, only got the first half recorded cause I didn't like how the second half came out u_u)

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

Tomato Soup with lots of cheese :3c

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

Winter. Long nights, starry skies, snowy fields. I adore it.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

I don't want to exclude anyone, there are many people I care about on Tumblr. But if I had to choose one person, I'd say @trencri. I've known Donnie for two years now, but it feels like we've been friends for ages. We've talked near every day for those two years. We relate on a lot of subjects, both IC and OOC.

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27 & 29 for AO3 ask game ? :3

27. What do you listen to while writting?

So this depends what I'm writing and when. Sometimes I have TV shows, youtube or my normal music playing while writing. If I'm writting on my phone I normally have nothing playing.

For 'Um Documentário' I actually wrote it partitally while watching The Blair Witch Project

'We Were Supposed To Find This' I listened to Timeless by Taylor Swift when writting it.

'Right Where You Left Me' I listened to Right Where You Left Me by The Academics while writting it.

Some fics actually have a playlist I listen to as I write and those fics are normally titled as a song lyric from one of the songs in the playlist.

Darling I'll Do It All Again Playlist In Every Other Universe Playlist Your Hands Protect The Flame Series Playlist

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

So I haven't been able to post this fic yet (because it's very very unfinsihed) but I've been working on a fic that I've been calling my Rom Com Ghosthunter AU. (It is much more Rom Com with a side of fucking around with ghost stuff right now.) It has a ton of banger lines in it. (Under read more)

Cellbit lets Roier move the planchet, because he knows this is Roier and not some ghost that happens to live in Roier’s house. Cellbit watches as the planchet moves letter by letter spelling out a word and he keeps track of each letter as it does. After a few moments the planchet stops moving over the letter a.  “Poronga? Really?” Cellbit asks, raising his eyebrow. “I don’t know, man. Maybe the ghosts really like dick, Gatinho. Who are we to judge.”  Cellbit pushes the planchet to goodbye before he lightly shoves Roier. Sure, he may not believe in ghosts but what was wrong with a little caution when experimenting?  “Yeah, and the ghosts name is Roier.” “Hey, pendejo I’m not dead, yet.” “Yet.” Cellbit replies as he places Roier’s Ouija Board back in its box. 

and

“Is he your boyfriend?” Forever asks, as Richas runs back to his room in Forever's house. “Who?” Cellbit asks, feigning ignorance as he packs up his backpack. “‘Who?’” Forever mocks. “The guy you’ve been spending so much time with.” “I have no clue who you’re talking about.” Cellbit lied, trying not to think of the brunette who has wormed his way into his life. Forever hums obviously not believing Cellbit. “I don’t know who you mean.” Cellbit repeated, as he shoved his notebook into his bag. “The one who was in your bed the other day.” Forever continues. “Brunette, speaks Spanish, unfunny.” “He is not unfunny. ” Cellbit protested. “I thought you had no clue who I was talking about?” Forever teased, raising his eyebrow. “I don’t.” Cellbit replied, looking away from Forever.