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keerysfreckles · 5 months ago

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ok, so I saw your Newsies smau and I was thinking...

Reader plays Eurydice on Hadestown and a while back she broke up with her toxic ex. But then she meets one of the drivers (u can choose which one) at a show one day and yk they fall in love. Inspired by the song All I've Ever Known from Hadestown.

This is hyper specific and u can ignore this, I'm just rambling here

all i've ever known — LN4

pairing: lando norris x bway!reader

warnings: slight smut, allusions to smut, not proofread

a/n: sorry not sorry but ive never listened to the hadestown soundtrack SO going off the vibes of the show and what i know of it from tiktok 🤞��

masterlist !

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for the past three months oscar has been begging lando to go to a broadway show with him. every time the brit is asked, he argues that lily should go with oscar. which he denies, explaining lily's hate towards musicals.

yes, maybe oscar was trying to set up one of his closest friends with his teammate. what could be so bad about him trying to be a good wing man?

after asking non stop during the weekend, lando finally agreed to fly to new york with oscar.

on the plane, oscar tried his best to explain the musical to lando. lando however only got more confused as oscar kept talking, so he opted to look it up on google instead.

"why are you so insistent with me going with you anyway? there's 18 other drivers to pick from," lando asks as he and oscar walk through the streets of new york, on their way to the theater. oscar kept looking down at his phone at google maps, displaying the directions to the address.

"first off, you're the closest friend i have on the grid. and second, there's someone i want you to meet."

lando chuckles, "so this was just to set me up?" oscar simply nods. "does my love life seem that depressing to you?"

oscar doesn't answer as they arrive at the theater, already having a large line queued. the mclaren drivers wait in line, signing things and taking pictures here and there as the line continues moving.

both men are handed a playbill at the entrance, to which lando immediately flips through as oscar leads them to their seats.

oscar points out to lando his friend, y/n, in the small booklet. her black and white picture is at the top of the second page, along with a male, who lando could only guess was the other lead in the show.

"your friend is the lead?" lando asks in shock.

oscar laughs, "yeah, she's actually going to school for musical theater at nyu."

lando whistles and looks through the cast again, now noticing a certain celebrity who's playing the male lead.

"jordan fisher?"

oscar only laughs again at his over enthusiastic friend. "you know, for someone who kept saying no, you seem pretty excited to be here."

before lando could come up with a proper comeback, the lights started dimming in the theater, hushing the crowd.

oscar kept stealing glances towards lando throughout the whole show. he couldn't help but smile as his face lit up as y/n first stepped out on stage.

lando looked like a kid in a candy store. his cheeks flushed and eyes wide, with a smile adorning his features.

at intermission lando immediately started praising y/n towards oscar, telling him how she was made for the stage.

"why don't you tell her that?"

lando only furrowed his eyebrows in response.

"at the end of the show people wait by the stage door to hopefully meet the cast. y/n promised she'd meet us out there."

the two continued talking. oscar answering any questions lando had about the show so far.

the second act of the show went the same as the first, lando being in awe of y/n and oscar smiling at his friend because of his actions.

intentional or not, oscar could tell lando already thought highly of y/n. now the australian could only hope they'd get along once they met.

as soon as the lights dimmed on stage, the audience roared in applause and cheers.

oscar and lando cheered louder when y/n stepped forward, there was no surprise there.

now the duo was waiting outside the theater, their arms wrapped around themselves to try and keep them warm in the chilly new york wind.

"you alright? you seem kind of nervous," oscar states, noticing lando swaying more then usual. a nervous habit he's picked up on over the past year or so.

lando simply shrugs. he was not about to share with oscar how he might've just fallen in love with girl on stage. he never believed in love at first sight before, but now his mind has been changed.

the stage doors opened, revealing y/n and her costar jordan fisher. both were eager to meet the fans who waited, and signed pictures and other items, as well as take pictures with the fans and answer any questions they had.

as y/n was finishing signing a picture for a fan, oscar called her over.

"oscar!" y/n giggled as she jogged towards him and lando.

oscar hugged and congratulated her, lando doing the same.

"so you're the famous lando he keeps talking about," y/n smiles up at him, taking in his features for the first time.

lando laughed before looking at oscar, "what on earth have you told her about me?"

"nothing bad don't worry," oscar pats his shoulder, as y/n simply chuckles.

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three weeks have passed since y/n and lando met. they were lucky enough to get each other's phone numbers before departing on the night they met. the two haven't stopped talking since.

lando told y/n he'd be back in new york with his close friend max.

y/n couldn't help but grow excited at the news, counting down the few days until lando would be back in the states.

to add to the surprise of lando showing up, he was currently waiting outside the stage door, just like last time when he was here.

he made sure to keep the secret of being in the audience tonight, knowing how happy it would make y/n once she saw him there.

just like every other night, y/n was talking with the fans, simply going down the line taking pictures and signing items.

it was when she turned, "lando!" she laughed, finally noticing the brit standing off to the side.

she ran towards him, jumping against him to tackle him in a hug. he held his arms out, prepared for impact as he spun her around once.

"i thought you were getting here tomorrow," y/n holds onto his biceps as he sets her down, his hands never leaving her waist.

"i convinced my friend to leave a day early. mainly 'cause you had a show tonight."

"lan, that is so sweet," the nickname fell right off her tongue. lando couldn't help but feel his cheeks warm as she said it.

"only issue is he's still getting here tomorrow," lando frowns slightly, "he was busy filming a video for quadrant."

y/n nods in understanding, then an idea hits her. "well if you don't have a hotel already, you could stay at my apartment?"

lando chooses to ignore the feeling in his chest as she asked, simply nodding.

"great! my cars just parked in the garage behind the theater," y/n boldly grabs a hold of his hand, not that he'd complain for one second about it.

"sorry it's not as fancy as your many mclarens," y/n laughs as the two get in the small car.

"it suits you," lando smiles, sending a shiver down y/n's spine.

the continue continue talking on the way to y/n's apartment. the conversation flowing from lando's hobbies, to y/n's least favorite food, and to what they like to do on their free time.

"it might be a bit messy," y/n states as she unlocks the door.

lando looks around after stepping inside. the walls of the living room are decorated just as he imagined, colorful yet collected. everything went together.

"are you hungry? or just tired?" y/n asks.

"i'm insanely jet lagged, but was worth it staying up to see you perform again," he smiled, watching as a blush made it ways to y/n's cheeks.

"are you okay with the couch?"

lando nods, watching the girl get two blankets and a pillow from somewhere in a room down the hallway. lando guessed it was from her own room.

y/n now noticed lando was still wearing jeans, knowing their not the most comfortable item to sleep in.

after finding a pair of extra large sweatpants and a larger shirt for lando, the two exchanged goodnight. y/n closed her door as she heard the netflix app loading on her living room tv.

what both y/n and lando weren't aware of, is how they couldn't get the other out of their heads.

lando thought about how close he and y/n have gotten in the past month. he only wanted to know more about her.

y/n was in the same boat in her room, as she kept tossing and turning, messing up her sheets more and more. of course she would admit she likes lando, just never to his face.

she loved when he was around, and only wished he was around whenever the two were apart.

five minutes pass as y/n's done contemplating about the ordeal. 'now or never' she tells herself while getting out of her bed. she takes a deep breath before opening her bedroom door.

"lan?"

lando was stood in front of her, equally as startled. she notices his hand raised slightly, she could only guess he was going to knock on her door.

lando's gaze flickers between y/n's eyes, before silently pulling her face towards his. her hands immediately fall to his waist while their lips collide.

he simply pushes forward, guiding them into her room as the kiss only grows more heated.

y/n moans into lando's mouth as his teeth graze her bottom lip. the two's lips stay connected as y/n's legs hit her bed.

their heavy panted breaths mix as y/n brings lando's shirt over his head. she can't help but stare at his toned body, blushing as he catches her in the act.

lando helps her lean back onto her bed, kissing down her exposed neck, his pants growing tighter at the feeling of her fingers gripping onto his curls.

"lan," y/n mumbles, "lando," she calls again.

he looks down at her, his pupils wide and breathing jagged. "yeah?"

"do you want this? like really want this?" y/n asks, not wanting to force anything on him.

lando quickly nods, "y/n i've never been more sure of anything."

he leans down to kiss her, this one being slower than before. a silent agreement between the two, both knowing how they needed this.

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tokischaaaaa · 4 months ago

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si las más puta' son las más fina'

!hamzah x !reader

summary : in miami, the reader is @ a club, hamzah is there and just got kicked out for fighting a guy. he obviously isn't in the best mind, while sober, however, the reader goes outside to check on him since moments ago they exchanged glances from a distance multiple times.

warning! : smoking mention, cursing, smut

word count! : 1.2k

"y/n, come here, let's take a shot!" your friend said, obviously hammered already. you waved her off, looking around for the curly-haired boy you had been exchanging glances with, but he had disappeared. for some reason, when you were dancing and met his eyes, you felt less overwhelmed by the blasting music and sweaty bodies surrounding you.

"i'll meet back with y'all, i just wanna check something," you whispered to one of your slightly more sober friends. she nodded, and you started to walk toward the exit before being stopped by the dj queuing your current favorite song, "fina" by bad bunny.

you groaned and continued outside. "this mysterious cute boy better be worth it to skip a bad bunny song," you muttered to yourself.

as you finally got outside, you saw the boy from before sighing while looking up at the sky. "here goes my attempt at rizz," you thought, cringing to yourself.

"pretty ugly tonight," you sneered. the boy looked at you and gave a small grin. "yeah, sure is, a shitty one too," he groaned, his voice numb and emotionless.

"okay," you said, rolling your eyes. "that dude beat your ass and your aura. damn, couldn't be me," you added with sass. you couldn't believe you had even left the safety of your friends for a boy who kept making eye contact with you. scoffing, you started heading back to the club's entrance, but were halted once you heard behind you,

"least i'm not dressed like a slut," the stranger said.

too irritated to respond or say something witty back, you felt embarrassed that out of all the people in the club, he had caught your attention. you waved your hand at him, signifying that he could go fuck himself.

as you were about to enter the club, you felt a strong tug on your wrist. assuming it was a homeless man, you jerked your hand away, still looking at the entrance, trying to get in as quickly as possible.

"no, please, though, i'm sorry, i should've controlled my tongue."

"that is not a homeless man," you sighed to yourself, turning around to face the stranger from before.

"what do you want now, bruh?" you groaned, now just wanting to get away from this jerk.

"just to hear me out," he sighed, his head hanging low.

"okay, you have a minute, that's it," you said, looking up at the dark blue sky.

the stranger started explaining what had happened, causing him to slip up and call you a slut. "so, as i was saying, the dude i got into the fight with was this frat white dude who kept saying he'd slip it into you before me. i wasn't saying that or even suggesting that. i'm assuming he got that from seeing you and i exchange glances."

after the stranger finished his sentence, you felt tears welling up. maybe it was the tequila shot you took an hour ago, or the curse of insomnia rubbing off on you and your fatigue starting to settle in.

"oh my god. this makes so much sense, thank you. i'm sorry you got kicked out of the club," you said, quickly wiping any tears that attempted to escape your eyes.

"it's no problem. it started getting boring in there; all the music was becoming the same," he scoffed.

"boring? do you hear what they're playing now?" you cried, surprised he couldn't hear "fina" playing. you grabbed his wrist and ran with him inside the club. once inside, you felt a pair of familiar hands around your waist. you began to slowly grind on him, seeing if you could get him to calm down. he let out a moan that only you and he could hear. you slowly looked up, seeing the stranger making sure the security guards couldn't see him.

"me gustan las suciería', baby, how 'bout you? tengo el bicho afeita'o y cabezón como caillou besito' en el cuello, besito' en el toto"

as the music got louder, you took his chin and brought it down to face you. you brought your noses together, then your lips, and your hands all over each other's bodies, exchanged names, called each other dirty names, then shared a taxi, and finally ended up in a hotel bedroom.

"yo soy tu bambino, tú eres mi villana vamo' a hacerlo hoy porque nadie sabe lo que va a pasar mañana ey, por la forma en que me chinga, a veces pienso que me ama, ey"

he now had your tit in his mouth, his dick inside of you, and you were kissing all over his head, praising him and urging him to get rougher. you started to feel a knot tie inside of you.

"hamzah, please, i'm gonna finish soon," you moaned as a bead of sweat fell onto your tit.

he nodded, stopped sucking your tit, and repositioned himself to support his next move. he raised his torso and began to grind his hips in a circular motion. your moans became clearer and louder with each circle hamzah made.

you released all over his cock, your orgasm accompanied by his release of cum inside you.

you collapsed on his stomach. "no sé qué tú me hiciste, mami, que me tiene' loco," hamzah said, quoting the song. a large grin appeared on your face. "you do like the song!" you exclaimed with the remaining energy in you. he nodded with a grin. moments later, both of you were passed out on the hotel bed.

two weeks later

"mandy, but it can't be that. i don't think i was unsafe," you said.

"y/n, listen, you and the girls were at a club a few weeks ago. did anything happen there?" your friend mandy asked. a blush appeared on your face. you tried to hide it, but it was too late; mandy was giggling her ass off. "yeah, that's what i thought," mandy said, bursting out laughing. "listen, let's go to my place. i have some tests there," she said, putting her arm around your shoulder.

"oh, what would i do without my dear nurse mandy," you scoffed.

once you arrived at mandy's apartment, you said hi to her boyfriend, martin, who was busy doing something on the computer. you followed mandy to their bathroom, took the test, and handed it to mandy. you were too nervous to see the result. "mandy, read it to me," you said sternly.

"okay," she said, taking a deep breath. mandy looked down and saw two lines on the test.

"guess who can file for child support from bad bunny!" mandy said, laughing her ass off once again. you went up to where mandy was to examine the test to see if she was right.

two lines.

"shit," you groaned. mandy cleared her throat and stopped laughing. she embraced you in a hug. "we'll figure it out, y/n, trust me. but now, let's get you some water," mandy said, leading you to the kitchen.

as mandy got out some cups for the both of you, you looked at mandy and martin's couch and saw a person there. you went up to mandy and asked who the stranger on the couch was.

"oh, that's hamzah, martin's friend."

you nodded before realizing the familiarity of that name.

"mandy, why is my name in your mouth?" hamzah groaned, facing you.

"shit," came out of both your mouths simultaneously.

~ fin(a)

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also lmk if you want me to make another part cuz idk what to do wit this one lol

#hamzah x reader #slushy noobz #hamzah imagines #hamzahthefantastic #hamzahthefantastic x reader #hamzah x y/n #Spotify

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sophswritingthings · 1 year ago

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it’s me again :)

could you do a dancer reader with mizu? 😁

pairing: mizu x fem!dancer!reader

warning(s): none

a/n: I’m using this ask as an excuse to continue the fic I just posted >:) ALSO BABE I WAS WORKING ON THIS ASK WHEN YOU SENT ANOTHER ONE SO ITS QUEUED I PROMISE

summary: after joining mizu’s little crew, you start to sort of miss your job. dancing, even if it wasn’t always the best work environment, dance was something you enjoyed. It was your passion.��

word count: 590 words / 3,187 characters

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you held your fan in your hand; the only thing (besides money) you’d brought with you from your traveling life. your fan was the only thing your mother had ever given you; and even though maybe she wasn’t the best person, you couldn’t help but feel attachment to it.

with a flick of your wrist, you sprawl out the fan. you drag your foot around in a circle, hiding those mysterious brown eyes behind that of your yellow fan.

your eyes close for a moment, letting yourself feel the gentle beat of a song in your head, feeling the footsteps and the moves.

knock.

you look up to see mizu standing in the doorway.

she was holding a unlit candle in her hands, that must have been what the noise was. she had most likely knocked it over, catching it in her hands before it fell to the ground.

you had stopped dancing, tucking your fan away.

“don’t let me stop you,” she narrows her eyes, taking a few steps into the room. “continue.”

she says the word as if it is a command. your eyes widen a little, but you do comply. her words were… oddly comforting, in a way. knowing she wasn’t judging you, or making fun of you for doing so.

you fall back into the rhythm rather quickly.

than you feel a hand on your waist, another one grasping your hand. your eyes widen, looking up to see mizu having you in her hold.

her hands around you felt nice; one caressing your waist and the other clasping your hand tight.

“you—know dance?”

she nods a little.

“I was taught quite a while ago,” she pauses, stamping her foot down just beside yours. “I’m nowhere near as good as you; I can tell you that.”

you chuckle a little at her words, casting your gaze away from her.

“I’m not that good, either,” you murmur, letting your gaze slowly shift back to mizu. “It’s mostly something I do for fun..”

“fun?” she scoffs, “I saw your performance, the day we met. I watched every second I could; you have skill.”

you nod a little at her words, eyes still wide as the moon she was even this close to you. never before had she could anywhere close to touching you, let alone complimenting you in such a way.

“s-shall—“ you clear your throat, “shall we continue, then?”

she nods. she takes your one hand again, spinning you around effortlessly.

you smile, laughing to yourself. you feel like something of a princess dancing with her prince.

her eyes stay trained on that smile, her ears taking in that laugh.

“you have such a beautiful smile,” she whispers, the words flowing off her tongue so effortlessly, like she’d been waiting to say it.

“ah, thank you..” that blush reappeared on your cheeks, “you have beautiful eyes.” you’re brown eyes locked onto her blue ones, watching them widen.

your comment about her eyes stuck a chord with her. so long had she spent being so embarrassed and disappointed for being some half-breed monster; for having the blue eyes of a white man.

now here you were, telling her how beautiful they were.

“thank you,” she murmured back, stepping away from you. now she had a little blush tinting her cheeks.

“of course,” you bowed. “I.. suppose it is an appropriate time for bed, yes?”

“yes—yes, I’d say so,” she began to exit the room. “let’s do this again, sometime.”

you nod, gazing after her as she left. “let’s.”

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#mizu x reader #mizu x you #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu #x reader #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #ask #asked and answered #request #fic request

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sofiareidings · 1 year ago

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I'm Not Yours

Summary: You're getting over a breakup and meet a cute guy on a case, what you didn't realise was that your best friend has been waiting for years. Warning: Swearing

A/N: I'm sorry my post is so late!! I had it queued up to post at 9am like normal and then it didn't?? And then I had a math test so I couldn't go on my phone or anything, AND THEN HALF THE STORY JUST DISSAPPEARED SO I HAD TO REWRITE IT?!?!? It has been quite the hassle. Also this was a prompt from @andiebeaword's 3000 follower celebration! The first sentence of the story was the prompt. Also, I meant for this to be gn!reader so if anyone sees any she/he pronouns for reader please tell me! Love you all <333

Word Count: 1.5k

Song Suggestions: Yours - Conan Gray

"I can't stand you choosing another person over me, again."

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His bright blue eyes shined in the sun, a ray hitting across his face perfectly. Pushing his short brown hair out of his face while smiling at you made your insides flutter, completely forgetting about your ex now.

"So as I was saying, it would be best for you and your team to set up here. There's lots of room and we haven't used it in years." His voice came out in this long, deep tone. JJ walked into the room raising an eyebrow at you before taking over the conversation with the officer.

"What was that look?" Jumping slightly, you turned around and saw Penelope. It was that once a year situation where she actually had to join the rest of the team for a case. "Someone likes the officer."

The girls took any chance they could to get you to talk to the guy. They weren't wrong, you did think he was insanely cute but, you just weren't quite sure if you had the guts to really talk to him.

"I do not!" You laughed, "And even if I did…it's not like anything could happen." Penelope continued pestering and Emily joined the conversation and made sure to give her opinion as well.

***

"You better at least get his number, we're only gonna be here for a few more days." Penelope had been bugging you the most out of anyone, "Well, I let you sit on that thought. I need to go work my wonderful magics so I will talk to you about this later." She smiled and strutted away back to her laptop setup down the hall.

"What was Garcia talking about?" Turning back to the task at hand, Spencer was standing at a board. Working on the case. "Is this about that officer?" His voice was very flat, little emotion which was unusual for him. Especially around you, the two of you had been best friends since you transferred to the BAU.

"Yeah it was, she's trying to get me to get his number." Not turning from his work you started to flip through some files and continue to talk. "I do think he's pretty hot, but I also think it's way too early to start putting myself out there you know?"

"Yeah, yeah I guess I can understand that." Peeking over his shoulder briefly to look at you. Hearing the way you were talking about this guy was leaving him conflicted. The first day he had met you he'd already fallen in love. No statistic or math problem could explain how that happened. He's been sitting on the sideline for the past three years, watching you go from boyfriend to boyfriend, letting him be your shoulder to cry on when it was heartbreak after heartbreak. But honestly, he didn't know how long he could keep going like this.

"...But it could also be some type of fate thing. Like, I break up with a toxic asshole and then meet a dreamy police officer? I don't know, what do you think Spencer?" Walking over to him to put up some photos and thoughts on the board you look up at him, waiting for his response.

"Whatever you think is best I suppose," It took him a long time to respond, the way you were speaking of this guy was just breaking his heart more and more. It was taking all his power to not just scream 'I LOVE YOU!!' and see your reaction. "Do you want to ask him out."

"I think so, I guess he is really nice, and really good looking…" Going on about him a bit more, you paused then changed your thought process. "I mean everything and everyone is telling me to go for it but some small part of me is saying no."

"I think I'm just being paranoid, why shouldn't I put myself out there? It has been like three months. And if it doesn't work out, so what? At least I tried. I think I'll do it." Just like that, the hope died. Should he just say it? Get it out there and hope for the best? This was impossible.

"What does that mean? Are you just not ready to put yourself out there again or is it because there's someone else?" A small glimmer of hope ignited in him, maybe he still had a chance after all.

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"I'm going to do it. So you can stop annoying me about it, Pen." She smiled and started to ramble about how it will be so good for you. The case had been solved and you were all packing up. Everyone with the exception of Hotch and Rossi were in the room given to the team.

"I'm so glad you're going to do this! You two would be such a sexy pair I just know it." You and Penelope continued to talk, but Spencer was just heartbroken. Standing on the opposite side of the room he could still hear you. He was packing up his things slowly, hoping to get a chance to talk to you alone.

"You should just go for it kid, don't let them get with another guy without you atleast saying it." Derek, giving his opinion to Spencer while leaning against the wall. Tossing a ball now that he was all packed up.

"What if you say something and they like you back?" Derek counter protested. Spencer thought about it for a minute, he had a point. But on the other hand he couldn't tell what would be worse; watching you ask someone else out again or telling you and losing such an important person in his life.

"I know, I just don't want to ruin three years of friendship. What if I say something and they never talk to me again?" He questioned, still listening in on your conversation.

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"I'll be done in a minute!" You called out to Penelope and Emily. Still packing up your things it was only you and Spencer left in the room.

Finally throwing your bag over your shoulder you started to catch up to the rest of the team you heard Spencer call out to you. "Wait! Can I talk to you for a minute, please?"

"Yeah, of course." A little confused on why he sounded so nervous you stood infront of him, waiting for him to continue. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing it's just," He cleared his throat, no or never. "I was just wondering if you gave that officer your number yet."

"Oh, not yet. I was actually about to do that. Why do you ask?" Titling your head, curious. He started to fidget with his hands, not sure what to say.

"Oh, so you are going out with him." His voice barely above a whisper. "That's nice I suppose."

"Okay…" You smiled and started to head to the door. "I'm going to go now, see on the jet Spencer?"

"I- please, I need to say something." He tripped over his words, come on Spencer, just say it!!!

"Are you okay? You seem nervous." Why was he acting like this? It was so confusing to you.

"Okay, I'm just going to say it." He sighed, "I don't want you to go out with that officer. I mean if you really want to you should do it of course but I don't want you to because I want you to go out with me. If you don't feel the same way tell me but it's just, I can't stand you choosing another person over me, again." Biting the inside of his cheek, waiting for your response.

"Oh," Was all you could say at first. You didn't really know what else to say. "You, you like me?"

"Yeah, I do. And if you don't feel the same way I get it and pretend I never said anything because I don't want to lose you. But if you go out and date this guy I'm going to have to put up a boundary, I'm sorry."

"Spencer, I don't know what to say," You laughed lightly, not sure how to say what you were thinking. "I feel the same way, I just assumed you never would like me back so I have been trying to get over it."

"Really?" He smiled and gave that puppy-dog face he always made. "Are you serious?"

"Why would I lie?" Throwing your bag over your shoulder you hugged him then stepped back giving a small smile. "We should go though, the jet is supposed to leave like now. But can we talk about this later?"

"I would like that." The two of you started to head out, and you completely forgot about the officer. Spencer just walked out with a huge smile on his face. Why didn't he say this sooner???

#criminal minds #sofiareidings #spencer reid #criminal minds fandom #bau #fandom #fanfic #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x gn!reader #spencer reid x you #andies3kwritingcelebration

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wehangout · 3 months ago

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Another @shamelessdvdcommentary requested by the wonderful @suzy-queued with questions made by the amazing @callivich! This one is for Slick back My Hair (You know the Devil's in There)! These are a lot of fun, so hit me up if you want to see this for a different fic 😘

Give us some stats - (when you wrote it, word count, how long it took to finish, is it a one-shot/multi-chapter, etc)

Wrote it in 2015! It’s a long one-shot, and I think my second ever shameless big bang.

What was the initial inspiration for your story?

Okay. Took me a minute. I knew this was inspired by a one-shot I wrote for GW2015 that has since been taken down, but I also knew the one-shot was inspired by something and it took forever to go back and figure it out. Anyway, the initial one-shot was inspired by the Day 7 theme of “Imagine Your OTP – go to the website http://otpprompts.tumblr.com/ and choose a prompt!”. I don’t recall what the exact prompt was (I think digging a grave together), BUT apparently I still have the one-shot posted here on tumblr if you wanna read it! So, yeah, the Big Bang fic was inspired by this one-shot which was inspired by GW2015. Phew. That was a novel on its own

If the story is written from a character’s POV, why did you choose this character?

Mickey. Because I am me.

What was your favourite scene to write?

I’m not sure, but reading back, I really like the scenes with side characters as assasins. Sheila, Jimmy, and Angela. Fun stuff.

How did you come up with the title?

Ugh. This was back when iTunes was a thing lmao. I basically went through all my music, picking out songs I thought might fit the fic’s plot, then went through the lyrics.

Are there any little moments or references you hope readers will notice?

Two! I had fake IDs with the names John Foley and Axel McClane which is a reference to John McClane and Axel Foley – Die Hard and Beverly Hills Cop respectively. And I also had this line “Two inches to the right and it would’ve hit your fucking heart, Ian.” "Two inches to the left and it would have missed me completely” which was reference to The Mighty Ducks. Only one reader picked up on these lol.

Was there anything you struggled to write? If so, how did you overcome this?

The Terry fight scene. And, honestly, I just pushed through it.

Favourite line in the story?

Okay, the “My hero” continuation, but also, back in 2015, I wrote, word for word, “Knew you’d come.” I mean, it’s Ian saying it, but obvi why it’s a fave lmao

What are you most proud about in the story? (plot, characterisation, dialogue, twist/cliffhanger, etc)

I wouldn’t call them twists, but the little surprises that turn up along the way – Sheila being a badass, the texter being Mandy.

Are there any ‘behind the scenes’ info you’d like to share - e.g. what’s going on in a characters head in a certain scene or how you came to write a certain line?

At the end, where Mickey goes to save Ian. Ian’s “goodbye” is legit. Dude was sure they (at least he) was going to die.

Reading back the story now, is there anything you’d change or add?

It’s very quick. I’d probably add more depth to it. (also the title shh)

Would you ever write a sequel to this story?

I’ve considered it, but one half of the dynamic duo gets taken in this one. What other plot could there be?

Are there any ‘easter eggs’ in your story - e.g. references to other stories you’ve written, a trope you often use etc?

I think I did the big Oh moment in this, along with a few others. I think that’s about it.

If you’ve chosen your most popular story, are you surprised by the popularity?

This is definitely not my most popular, lol, but I appreciate the love it’s received!

Were you nervous or excited to post this story?

Oh, always excited

Did you have a beta or a friend who helped you as you wrote?

I did! Again, this was back in 2015 when my pal Ella @hubrisandwax was still around. We had similar time zones, so we’d Skype and write at night (poetry, bitch), and have our own little sprints. She was my cheerleader and beta!

Anything else you’d like the readers to know about the story?

I know this is an Ian and Mickey romance, but I actually preferred the scenes after Ian was taken. Getting into Mickey’s head when he’ll do literally anything to get Ian back? Including torture and murder his own brother? That shit was fun.

#fic commentary #ian and mickey #my fic #slick back my hair (you know the devil's in there)

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orangeinecstasy · 1 year ago

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lucky: one word, pt. two ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟrobert keating

✧: part one

paring: robert x fem!oc

summery: luck brings them together once again, but after the honeysuckles preform a song about robert, will his perspective on kate change?

a/n: hey everyone! so i originally uploaded these to wattpad, but i wanted to have a bit of a platform change. please let me know what you guys think. my requests are currently open so pleas feel free to send in an idea you have. enjoy!

wc: 2.02 k

*reblogs, likes, and feedback are greatly appreciated!!

Looking into Robert's blue eyes, it truly felt like the world had stopped moving, but that was quickly interrupted by the bartender setting down my drinks. You've got to be fucking kidding me. Right now, the universe, right now?! I glanced down at the drinks and back up at him.

"Shit, I'm sorry I've got to go, but meeting you was really wonderful. Stay lucky!" grabbing the drinks. I leave the bar before he can respond, cursing myself as I do.

However, that was a couple of months ago. I stood outside the band's latest venue, having a last smoke before we went on. Sometimes I thought of that blue-eyed boy, but I never went out of my way to try and find him. There was something almost beautifully sad about not knowing him, and there was a crazy part of me that wanted to keep it that way. Wanted that wonder between the two of us.

Taking the final drag of my cigarette, I throw it onto the concrete below me, stub it out with the toe of my boot, and then walk back into the club's venue.

"Hey, you good?" Fawn says as I walk in, her arm wrapping around my shoulder. "Never better!" I smile, giving her arm a gentle squeeze before gathering everything I need for tonight's show.

"Let's fucking do this, lassies!" Willow yelled out, pumping her fist into the air as the four of us walked on, the crowd erupting in cheers.

Settling behind the drum kit, I look in the cup holding my drumsticks, ensuring I have a couple extra. Even though I had played hundreds of shows, there was still that feeling of nervousness that would build in the pit of my stomach. So many people think that the singer or the guitarist is the "most important band member," but when you truly think about it, it's the drummer. We have to control the tempo, one of the few critical parts of a song. If we slip up, even for a second, the whole set could be ruined.

Still, I take a few deep breaths as I slip in my in-ears and grab a pair of my sticks. I look down at the drum kit, then at the crowd before my sticks come crashing down on the kit, starting the first song of our set.

After we played the second to last song in our set, Kira paused, the spotlight encapsulating her amber skin in an incandescent glow, "Hey guys! Tonight, for our last song, we're going to perform a new one that our amazing drummer, Kate," she moves out of the way allowing me to come into a better view for the crowd. They cheer, "She wrote about this guy she met at a pub. Lucky boy, if you're still out there, she's single. We hope you like it!" The cheers continued as Kira made the announcement. After a beat or two, the cheering calmed, queuing me to start our newest song, Lucky.

"One, two, three." I strike my drumsticks together as I count before starting our final song. The energy that flowed throughout me was like nothing I had felt before. A part of me was really nervous about performing a song I wrote by myself because most of our music was written by the four of us. But that feeling faded as I got into my favorite parts of the beat. But sadly, like all things, the song came to an end.

My breath was heavier than usual as my eyes stared down at the drum kit below me. I took out one of my in-ears to hear the crowd yelling the loudest they had yelled the whole night. I slip my sticks into my back pocket before pulling my shirt up and allowing it to rest on my shoulders, exposing my mind drift and the black bralette I was wearing underneath. Honestly, I didn't care that much; anything to help me cool off before saying our final goodbyes.

I grabbed Kira and Willow's hands, the four of us taking our final bow of the night. "Thank you, everyone!" Fawn said into her mike as we split apart. "Hey, can I borrow that for a second?" I ask Fawn, and she nods, handing me the mike. "I just want to thank everyone for responding positively to our newest song Lucky. It truly does mean the world to me. I love you all. Have a great night!" smiling, I set the mike back down onto its stand before looking into the crowd to see who I should throw my stick to. Then I saw them. Those eyes that I will never forget. The eyes of my lucky boy, Robert.

Once I snapped out of it, I realized that I had been standing there about to throw my drumsticks for an awkward amount of time. Laughing at myself, I throw the sticks to a pair of girls, my eyes quickly flashing back at Robert's before finally walking off the stage.

"Guys…" I say as I start to remove my other in-ear and detach the cords from my exposed body, "I think I just saw the lucky boy in the crowd. I could be going fucking crazy because we just played a song about him, but I swear I would notice those blue eyes anywhere." I set my in-ears down, my hands pushing through my curls as my brain tried to wrap around what I had just seen.

"You're fucking joking!" Willow yells, clapping me on my bare back because I have yet to fix my shirt. "That's crazy!" she laughed, shaking my shoulders as we returned to the dressing room. I love it when my friends think it's the funniest thing in the world when I have a crisis.

I huff, my hand falling from my hair to my side as I lean down to rummage through my bag, grabbing my cigarette and lighter. "I'm going to go out for a smoke. I'll help pack up in a sec." The girls gave a unanimous okay as I started to walk out the door. "Don't forget that we're meeting that band that Kira is friends with after the show!" Fawn called out from the dressing room as I opened the back entrance door. "Okay!" I shouted back quickly before stepping outside into my much-needed alone time.

Lighting the cigarette, I hate a long drag off of it, letting the smoke fumble lazily from my lips. "It couldn't be him. Not in a fucking million years. You're just being crazy, Kate. Get out of your head." I mumble to myself, taking a couple more long drags off the cigarette before a few fans come up to me, asking for pictures and autographs, so of course, I obliged. "Okay, my loves, I have to go. Thank you so much for coming to the show!" throwing my cigarette on the ground, I set it out, waved goodbye to the fans, and went back in through the back door. As I walked in, I could hear the chatter of my bandmates and some unfamiliar male voices coming from the band room, which made me realize that I still hadn't fixed my shirt from half taking it off at the end of the concert. Welp, those pictures will follow me across the internet, I thought as I fixed my white t-shirt back into place before entering the dressing room.

"Hey guys, sorry for being late. I got caught up taking pictures." my hands reach for one another, returning to that nervous habit of twisting my now infamous horseshoe ring. "You're all good! Guys, this is Kate, our drummer. Kate, this is Ryan, Josh, Eli, and-"

"Robert." I cut her off, my eyes slightly widening as my eyes met his. "I cannot fucking believe this." I start laughing to myself, and after a few moments, so does Robert.

"I think they've gone a bit mental…." Ryan says, looking over at Willow with a confused look which she simply shrugs at, not knowing what's going on either.

"This is the lucky boy. Robert is Lucky." he stands, still slightly laughing to himself as he walks over to me, arms wrapping me in a slightly unexpected hug. "It's nice to see you again, horseshoe girl," he said low enough so that only I could hear. "Well, the two of us are going to go for a smoke. We'll be back soon." Robert said as we broke away from the hug, his hand now holding onto mine as he quickly dragged me out of the room before anyone could interject.

The two of us stepped outside into the light night Dublin air, making a slight shiver run down my spine. "I assume we didn't just come here to have a smoke." my eyebrow cocks, as I look up at the taller cigarette between his lips, a lighter following closely behind it. "Hmm, that's debatable." he chuckled, handing me the already lit cig, which I took a long drag from.

"What a fucking crazy way to meet each other again, huh. First, at a pub where we have matching rings. Now at my gig where you were pretty much forced to hear a song completely written about you. At the same time, I stood on stage for five minutes half naked." an embarrassed chuckle leaves my lips, the realization of what the two of us truly experienced setting in, making me unable to look him in the eyes.

"I mean, I'd be more than interested in seeing you half-naked again. Fuck, even fully naked." he laughs, trying to dissolve some of the tension between us as he takes the cig back, taking a few quick drags off of it.

"Phffttt, I think you might have to do a little more convincing than that, love." I nudge his arm gently. "Well… You know what they say about bass players." the two of us erupt in laughter, like old friends who had just shared the most personal inside joke.

"You are a fucking Wiseman." I take the final drag off the cigarette, then step it out.

"But seriously, I know this might sound crazy, but don't you think this is the universe telling us something?" he turns to face me more clearly, the ocean-blue eyes looking into the deepest parts of my persona.

"If I'm being frank, I think it might be. Maybe it's time to test our luck, hmm, Bobby?" I smile up at him, our bodies naturally moving closer until his arm is wrapped around my waist, mine around his neck. "Yeah, I'd like that." he leans down, and I can hear my heart in my chest as our lips finally connect. We melt into each other, and it feels like time is standing still.

We slowly pull away, both of our faces slightly flushed. "We should probably head back." I rub my nape gently, and he nods in agreement, taking my ringed hand into my own.

We walked hand in hand back into the dressing room, and the conversation between our bandmates paused. "Well, look who it is, the lucky couple," Eli says, which causes the room to start filling with laughter.

Even though it was all fun in games at the moment, when I looked up at Rob and he looked down at me, I knew that I was the luckiest girl in the world. So maybe wearing a horseshoe ring for all those years was a good idea.

#inhaler dublin x reader #inhaler band #inhaler dublin #inhaler #robert keating #bobby skeetz #eli hewson #elijah hewson #ryan mcmahon #josh jenkinson

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spinachcattt · 18 days ago

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Cozy Cottage - Greta Van Fleet and co.

Summary: the gang goes to a cottage to celebrate the end of summer. Many memories are made

Content warnings: drinking

To celebrate the exit of summer and enter of autumn, Amelia and Sam planned a cottage trip for all the boys and their lovely girlfriends of course. So, the car was packed full of people and various other items, making the group ready to make some fall memories. “I call aux!” Gracie yelled as she jumped into the passenger seat. They had decided it was best if Danny drove, given that he was the best driver and it was a longer drive to get there. “I already know Priscilla is gonna sleep the whole way there” Josh teased her as he scooted in next to her, going to kiss her on the cheek as she turned away from him. “I’m not kissing you after that. And I'm gonna stay awake the whole time now that you’ve said that.” Josh laughed, making eye contact with Jake and shaking his head. Amelia and Sam were in the second row of seats next to Jake and pulled out a deck of cards from somewhere. They quickly started a very intense game of crazy 8's. Jake was sitting behind Gracie on the passenger side, he began poking her as she queued up a list of songs.

It was about halfway through the drive now, they had stopped twice, once so Gracie could pee and then again so Danny could get gas. All the boys had gotten out to go get snacks and when they had come back the four girls were all belting out the lyrics to Safari Song. “You've got to be kidding me” Sam rolled his eyes as he took his seat beside Amelia. “What, we’re just singing our favourite song from our favourite band.” She said as she scream sung the bridge in Sam's face. “You are a little shit” Gracie turned around to look at Jake as she excitedly pointed to the speakers saying “This is my boyfriend's song did you know that?” Jake laughed and kissed her on the forehead, the song continued playing as they pulled out of the driveway. Priscilla did fall asleep, but so did Josh. Evelyn was blowing Danny kisses from the backseat as he laughed and smiled, looking back at the road.

Eventually, they got there. They quickly unpacked all their stuff and made something quick for dinner. Opting to eat outside to enjoy watching the sun set. Danny and Jake worked together to make a fire to keep them all warm, everyone bundled up and huddled close to the fire. “I say we go swimming tomorrow” Amelia blurted out, everyone looked at her. “What? We have a lake. Plus i’m sure it won't be that cold” Josh looked at her and very carefully said, “Sunshine, the water might be warm but the air outside is cold, so even if we’re not cold in the water we will be out of the water” He was being condescending on purpose, knowing it would piss Amelia off a little bit. “Okay Joshua, then you can be boring and sit out. And if you do come in the water, I will drown you” She laughed as she said she would drown him, everyone joining her. “Well I say we need some drinks, what do you guys say?” Everyone cheered as Jake and Gracie got up to go fix everyone a drink. Jake grabbed the alcohol and began pouring it into glasses. Gracie came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him, “I’m really happy we’re here” She tucked her face into his shoulder as he continued to mix something up. Something that had entirely too much alcohol. He turned around once he was finished and placed a kiss gently on her lips. “Me too” They stood in the kitchen smiling at each other for a moment before Danny and Sam came in. Danny yelled “Hey lovebirds, where’s the drinks?” With a big smile on his face. Sam and Danny helped the other two carry out the drinks. And so that’s how the night fell, the 8 of them drinking around the fire, warm from the inside out.

The next morning, Sam and Amelia got up to begin cooking a warm breakfast for everyone. Amelia made cinnamon buns for them to enjoy as Sam made bacon and eggs. They poured the orange juice into a pitcher and set the table. Once everyone woke up, they sat down and enjoyed their wonderful breakfast. “So, what’s on the agenda for today?” Gracie asked as she polished off her second cinnamon roll. “I was thinking we could go for a walk?” Priscilla suggested, everyone agreed. “No one is to let Evie climb any trees though” Danny pointed out as they began getting ready for their walk. Evie pouted but made no move to disagree, (she would do it anyways). And so they set off. They began walking the trail, observing the trees in their various stages of colours. Reflecting on past events and sharing new laughter. Evelyn did find a tree to climb, but got down without any serious scratches or bruises. Danny made sure to give her a hard time about it, but ultimately was happy she was happy. When they got back to the cabin it was around dinner time. Josh and Jake volunteered to make some pasta. Meaning Jake would do all the real cooking and Josh would stir it every once in a while. The rest of them scattered to different parts in the house. “Jake” Josh said from the counter he was sitting on. Jake hummed in response as he chopped up various vegetables, “Do you think you and Gracie will be together forever?” Jake looked up at his older brother, questioning why he was asking. “Why do you ask?” Josh shrugged and stood beside him, “You have an answer” Josh pressed on, “Yeah, I mean. I hope I marry her someday” Josh smiled seemingly happy with that answer. The two continued chatting and cooking until everyone was called for dinner. Once again, they enjoyed a lovely meal before heading back outside for another campfire. Amelia and Sam pointed at stars, Josh and Priscilla shared a chair and some marshmallows, Gracie swayed as Jake strummed a guitar, Evelyn and Danny sat beside each other, hand in hand. Each couple happy, in the company of each other and their little family surrounding them.

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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 2 years ago

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DADDY ISSUES - Part Four: Vegas

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Your new life is amazing, without Elvis. Well, at least until you get a mysterious package in the mail that's about to change your life. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: a friend fight with some harsh words that were painful to write but i don't think anything else!

Rating: Pg-13 || Word Count: 5058

A/N: ahhh it's been AGES i know but i've been working hard so expect lots of updates!! i have several parts already queued. i'll be posting a chapter every tuesday + thursday until the fic is completed!

also just a reminder that there's a playlist if you're interested and i've put the link to the taglist below!

Song Rec: vegas - doja cat

This is Part 4 of Daddy Issues. Find the rest of the series here!

[ masterlist | taglist ]

🦋 mila

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A year later, you find yourself living in a brand new apartment with Trixie, the girl whom you stood next to during the chaotic filming of the 68 Comeback Special. Apparently, her family is extremely well-off and has absolutely no issue sending her money without question. Although you’ve tried to assure Trixie about a thousand times that you don’t want nor need the money she continues to shovel into your pocket, she insists on supporting you. At first, it was easier to give in because you actually really did need the money, since you were unemployed with no prospects and a scant resume. But now, you’re just starting to feel selfish.

Fortunately, with Steve’s help you’ve managed to secure a job working at KNBC, California’s NBC television station. You might still just be a secretarial worker, but a job is a job. Surprisingly, you find yourself with an unprecedented amount of free time compared to what you had when you were constantly picking up night and weekend shifts every other week at the diner. Not to mention that you make a lot more, too. It’s nothing to brag about by any means, but far more than enough to get you back on your feet. Slowly but surely, your debts dwindle little by little every day.

So far, living with Trixie has been pure bliss. She’s incredibly sweet and very neat and tidy. She doesn’t leave her laundry on the floor, always takes the trash out, and is usually cheerful in the morning. Some days, she even meets you in the kitchen with a carafe of steaming hot coffee already brewed. She never brings home creepy guys who hang around past their welcome and she’s nothing but respectful of your space. She works similar hours to you as a designer at a fashion magazine conveniently located only a couple of blocks down the road from KNBC.

You honestly couldn’t have asked for a better situation and, for the first time in a very long time, you feel safe, happy, and healthy. Little do you know what’s to come when a surprise package shows up on your doorstep.

You’re in the bathroom, elbows deep in water and soap as you wash your face first thing in the morning. Trixie, the early morning bird she is, has been awake for several hours already and is in the kitchen making breakfast. With the bathroom door closed, you can hardly hear anything going on down the hall so it takes you a moment to process Trixie’s shout that you’ve received a delivery. Squinting your eyes to protect them from the soap sliding down your face, you turn toward the door and yell back.

“Who’s it from?”

A few seconds of silence pass before Trixie replies.

“Uh…Y/N, why are you getting a package from E…ley?”

You shake your head. You can barely hear her over the sound of the water and the closed door. Your fingers quickly scramble to turn off the faucet and you grasp for a towel to hurriedly dry your face before rushing out of the bathroom. Sticking your head around the corner, you glance at Trixie with furrowed eyebrows.

“What did you say?” you ask.

“The package,” she responds, holding it up, “it’s from Elvis Presley.”

“I…from who?”

“Can you hear me, honey? Elvis. Elvis Presley? Famous musician and actor? We're both huge fans? We were in the audience while he filmed his comeback special on NBC? Ringing any bells here?” Trixie gestures wildly, her eyes big and wide.

You shake your head and approach her, holding out your hands so she can pass the package along to you. As soon as it touches your fingers, you snatch it up and sit down on the couch in the living room. Sure enough, as you look at the address label on the package, there it is. Elvis Presley.

To be perfectly honest, you’ve all but forgotten about him. With everything going on in your life, you’ve been too busy to pay attention to celebrity gossip or keep track of the music charts. You also have to admit that you might have been more inclined to forget him after suffering the embarrassment of turning down his…offer.

Glancing up at Trixie, you see her biting the nail of her thumb anxiously, a big grin breaking through her face. You shake your head again and sigh a deep breath before your fingers start digging into the wrapping of the package. Once you’ve torn through the wrapping paper and flipped open the cardboard box, your fingers catch onto something soft and silky. Shooting a confused expression at Trixie, you pull out the object and stand to let it unfold. Your breath catches in your throat as it drops down into its full form. Trixie shares the expression, her gasp accompanying yours.

“Oh my god…” she says in awe.

You hold it up to your body and wander over to the floor-length mirror hanging in the entryway. As you press the fabric against your figure, your eyebrows raise. It’s almost the same blue color as your horrible dress from Chadney’s Restaurant, the one you’d been wearing when you officially met Elvis for the first time. Although the color is comparable, the quality is nowhere near the same. This dress is made of silk, softer than any fabric you’ve ever felt before, and definitely a major upgrade from the scratchy cotton of your old work uniform. The dress has a sweetheart neckline with a cut out of the side and a leg slit that rides higher than you’d normally be comfortable with. As you run your fingers over the seams, you feel a few hand-cut jewels. They look like diamonds, although your brain is incapable of believing that.

“Hey, there’s a note with it,” Trixie’s voice knocks you out of your disbelief and you turn toward her.

She hands it over to you and, as you unfold it, two long green strips of paper fall out. Trixie bends to pick them up and examines them as you read the handwritten script of the letter out loud, although the handwriting is atrociously difficult to decipher.

“Cinderella,” you pause and gulp as your brain flashes back to the moment when Elvis had first called you that. When he’d invited you into his dressing room after the special. When he’d pulled your panties from his robe pocket…

“Cinderella,” you clear your throat and continue, “I figured I oughta replace that blue dress you ruined on account of me. I hope you like this one better and that you find the rest of the contents of this package to your taste.”

You pause, your eyes wandering over toward the package which, apparently, has more to give. You reach for it, digging underneath the wrapping paper until your fingers curl onto something lacy. You pull it out and heat immediately floods your face and neck. Trixie’s hand flies onto her mouth as you both stare in silence at an expensive-looking lingerie set hanging from your fingertip. You immediately drop it back into the package and shiver.

“What does the rest of the letter say?” Trixie asks, leaning forward to glance at the note over your shoulder.

“Uh…replace that blue dress, blah, blah, blah…contents of this package…Don’t make me wait until midnight. And don’t forget who-”

You stop abruptly as your brain circles around the last few words of the letter.

“What?” Trixie asks, peering more intensely over your shoulder. “What does it say, Foxie? I can barely read his chicken scratch.”

Foxie is the nickname Trixie had started calling you. Until this point, you’ve never understood why. But as your eyes roam over the contents of the package Elvis sent you, you start to understand that maybe you’re more of a fox than you realized.

“Don’t forget who owns you, princess.”

Trixie’s mouth pops open and she stares at you with wide eyes. You collapse further onto the couch and cover your eyes with your palms. Your heart pounds in your chest as you run through everything you just discovered.

“Wait, I’m sorry…did I miss something?” Trixie asks. “What the hell is all of this, Y/N?”

“It’s nothing,” you reply a little too quickly. “It must be some kind of a joke or something. I don’t know.”

“Some joke! Some expensive joke. These fell out of the letter,” she says, handing over the two green strips of paper.

Your eyes widen as you scan the printed text on the paper. Two tickets to one of Elvis’ concerts at the International Hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada. You run a hand over your face and toss the tickets back into the cardboard box they came in. With a building rage, you grab onto the other contents of the package and shove them back in, tucking the wrapping paper back over them like a blanket.

“No, no this is insane. I don’t know what kind of sick joke this is. But no,” you mutter to yourself.

“Y/N, honey…I really don’t think this is a joke. I mean, two front row tickets to an Elvis Presley concert in Las Vegas? Do you know how expensive these are? Who would blow that much money just to get a laugh? I can’t even think of anyone else you know and I certainly didn’t pull this stunt.”

“Look, I don’t know, but I can’t believe that…well, he wouldn’t have any reason to send this to me. I mean, I told him no the last time he offered, so he should-”

“What? What do you mean you ‘told him no?’ Y/N what is going on here that I don’t know about? I’m completely lost.”

Shit. You slipped.

“Oh, no. It’s nothing,” you stutter, waving your hands frantically. “It was…nothing.”

“Well, it was obviously something?” Trixie gestures to the package. You sigh and she places a hand on your shoulder. “Foxie, I’m your best friend in the world. You can tell me anything.”

Your gaze drops down to her brightly painted purple nails and you heave a deep breath before lifting your gaze to hers. Her eyebrows are furrowed in concern and you know that she genuinely does care about your well-being.

“You’re technically my only friend in the world, Trix. But yes, I guess something did happen that I never told you about.”

“Well, what is honey? Now, I really have to know,” she gestures to the package again and you chuckle.

“Well, to start off, the 68 special wasn’t the first time I saw Elvis. I saw him in 1956 at Russwood Park, too.”

“Right. I remember. We’ve talked about it plenty of times. What does that concert have to do with this?”

“Well, I maybe…kind of, sort of…did an embarrassing thing.”

“Like…what?” she quirks an eyebrow and you squeeze your eyes shut to counter the embarrassment you feel rising in your chest.

“I slid my underwear across the stage at that concert,” you blurt, wincing at the memory of your own actions. “And apparently I made an impression because he, Elvis I mean, sent his producer to bring me to the dressing room after we filmed the special. It was several hours after, so you were probably long gone by then. I was staying with my cousin, Steve, you remember him. Anyway, so I wound up in Elvis’ dressing room and it was just the two of us and he just…he just pulled my panties out of his pocket! The ones I’d given him, you know, years and years ago. I mean, I never in my wildest dreams would have expected…do you think he washed them? I mean, ew!”

“Calm, Foxie! Calm and focus. Slow words.”

“Right, sorry,” you laugh painfully and gulp before continuing. “Uh, after he pulled my panties out he sort of asked me if I…like, if I wanted to be his…sugar baby?”

Trixie’s eyes close and reopen wider and she leans forward as if she hasn’t heard you correctly. She blinks in shock.

“Well, what did you say? Did you tell him no?”

“Yeah, I said it was wrong. That I’m not the kind of person who sleeps with married men. Apparently, he didn’t take the hint because…” you gesture again to the infamous package.

“Yeah, I’d say not. What did he offer you? That’s how it works, right? You take care of him and he does something for you?”

“He offered to pay my debts and buy me gifts and stuff. The usual things, I imagine?”

“And he hasn’t contacted you since then until now?”

“Not one time.”

A few moments of silence pass. Trixie settles back into the couch, tapping her finger on her leg, obviously deep in thought. Your eyes just lazily drag around the scattered contents of the package as you contemplate what to do.

“Maybe…” Trixie starts, “you should go see what he wants?”

Your head snaps toward her.

“What?”

“I don’t know, maybe…maybe he has a different offer for you. Or maybe you can finagle your way into an even better arrangement.”

You throw your hands up, motioning for her to stop.

“Trixie, what are you talking about? I can’t do this. It’s wrong.”

“Yeah, I know, but you could use the extra cash and, after all, it is Elvis Presley.”

You just stare at her for a moment, your eyes flicking around her face to see whether she’s joking. Based on what you gather from her expression, she’s being completely serious. You scoff and stand up, grabbing harshly onto the box to take it right to the trash can.

“I can’t believe you would even say that, Trix. I expected better from you.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Trixie asks, standing and propping her hands on her hips.

“For God’s sake, Trixie! The man is married with a baby. What would I do to all of that if I said yes? I’m not a homewrecker. All he wants to do is use me anyway. He’ll probably drop me in three days for another woman. No thanks, not gonna happen. I’m not doing this.”

“Well, give it all to me, then,” Trixie shouts back, stalking over toward you and grabbing ahold of the package. You pull back firmly, preventing her from snatching it out of your fingers.

“Excuse me? What are you gonna do? You’re gonna go see him?”

“Maybe I will.”

“Well, I hate to break it to you, but he doesn’t want you. He wants me!” you shout, ripping the package away from her.

“Oh, that’s very nice of you. If you’re not gonna take him up on it, someone should!” she yells back, reaching for the package again.

“If you didn’t want to support me financially any more you could have just said it!”

“Don’t even!” she holds up her pointer finger. “You know very well that’s not what this is about. I have no problem helping you. You’re the one who’s always complaining about how pathetic it is that you have to mooch off me.”

“And not everyone has the luxury to just leave their lives, you know!” you yell. “I have to work, Trixie. To pay my bills, to keep my car, to avoid going to prison. Not everyone’s mommy and daddy are around to bail them out when they make stupid decisions!”

Right after the words escape your lips, your eyebrows unfurl and grief settles quickly in the depths of your stomach. When you notice a few glinting tears gathering in Trixie’s eyes, the reality of what you’ve said and its consequences are all too clear. Trixie huffs and stares at you for a moment before spinning on her heel and stalking down the hallway to her room. You drop the box on the counter and thrust your face into your hands, jumping at the rigid sound of her bedroom door slamming shut.

“Why don’t you just leave me alone?” you whisper to Elvis’ nonexistent frame as you toy with a piece of the wrapping paper.

You’d lied to Trixie, which you now feel increasingly bad about. You had heard from Elvis. Just a few letters here and there for the first couple of months after you rejected him the first time. You threw them all away without opening a single one. After a while, they just stopped coming and you thought you were in the clear. You were obviously wrong.

You glance around the apartment, thinking about how lucky you are to even be living here in the first place. Guilt racks through your body painfully and you sniff back a couple of tears before reaching across the table to grab the two tickets. As your eyes circle around the words, you sigh and then shuffle down the hall toward Trixie’s room. With a deep breath, you knock quietly on the door and lean against it.

“Trixie? I’m so sorry, Trix. I’m just overwhelmed and frustrated. I didn’t mean to call you stupid or…shame you for your upbringing. And I really shouldn’t dare considering how much you’ve done for me,” you say quietly, resting your forehead against the door. “It just feels so…unreal. This whole Elvis situation. Don’t get me wrong, of course I’m interested but it just…feels so wrong. He’s married with a kid and I…I’m scared.”

You wait a few seconds but hear nothing on the other side of the door. You turn with a dejected sigh and retreat to hide in your room. But as soon as you turn your back, the door clicks open. You whirl back around to see Trixie peeking her head out.

“I’m sorry,” you say but she holds up a hand.

“Don’t apologize. I’m the one who should be doing that. I have no right telling you what to do with your life. I certainly shouldn’t be mad at you for not accepting. This situation is very…unusual. I guess I just got jealous at the idea that the Elvis Presley wants you so badly that he went to all this trouble. And I hate to see you struggling. I know the money would reduce a lot of stress so I just think you should…I don’t know, consider it.”

“I know, Trix. I could use the money, of course. But I’m scared and embarrassed. What’ll happen if I eventually get old or uninteresting? If he gets bored of me and drops me for someone else? I barely know the man but he feels dangerous to me. Steve said something about him being unfaithful to his wife and…it’s just all so much.”

Trixie nods, leaning against the doorframe and crossing her arms over her chest. You sigh loudly.

“At the same time, though…” you offer a small smile and pull the two tickets from your back pocket. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to take him up on this? It’d be a shame to waste two front row tickets, especially with how expensive they are nowadays. And it would give me the opportunity to tell him off once and for all. What do you think? Another roomie adventure?”

You wiggle the tickets in the air with a suggestive shrug. Trixie laughs and nudges the door open with her hip. She throws her arms around your shoulders and you lean into her touch, closing your eyes and squeezing tightly. When she releases you, you’re greeted by a massive smile on her beautiful face.

“I guess we should get packing, then,” you say, gesturing at the tickets which have tomorrow’s date printed all over them.

“I’ll call the hotel and make reservations!” Trixie shouts, clapping her hands together.

With that, she disappears into her room to start packing. You trudge back into the kitchen to retrieve the package and then disappear into your own room. A few minutes later, you hear Trixie’s favorite Elvis record playing from her room.

You spend most of the day packing and preparing to leave since you’ll need to depart first thing in the morning to make the concert on time. At least one full hour is spent on the phone with your boss at KNBC as you try to explain why you can’t come in tomorrow. Another hour is wasted when you spend it calling everyone you know at the office to see if they’ll fill in for you. Luckily, the last person on your contact list agrees to take your shift. You thank them endlessly and accidentally promise an autograph from Elvis, although you aren’t sure if you plan on being that close to him.

You pass out as soon as your head hits the pillow that night and, even though you’ve both slept in, you and Trixie are groggy as ever in the morning.

As you lift your suitcase from the bed, your eyes land on the package from Elvis, half-unopened and not packed in your case. You pause in the doorway for a moment, staring at it. Last night, it was all too clear why you shouldn’t bring it. The answer to his proposal was and always would be a firm no. But this morning, as your gaze falls frozen on the beautiful things he’d sent you and the haunting words he’d written, your heart thumps with anticipation. Sighing frustratedly, you click open the suitcase and shove both the dress and the lingerie inside.

You and Trixie leave LA around 11 a.m., piled into her blue Jeep Wagoneer. Two hours into the four hour trip, you switch off and take the wheel so Trixie can get some extra rest. She was awake until two in the morning pairing up the perfect outfits. To your surprise, the drive is over in a flash and, the next thing you know, you’re inching through the Vegas Strip, stuck in horrific traffic.

You check your wristwatch as you get caught by yet another red light. You have roughly four hours to get ready for the show. After parking and checking in at the front desk, you take your bags upstairs to get unpacked. Even with exploring the hotel, grabbing dinner, and getting changed for the concert (which includes the forty minutes you spent debating whether or not you should wear the blue dress Elvis sent you), you find yourselves with time to spare. You decide to head down early and see if you can get seated before the rush.

When you arrive outside of the showroom, you’re shocked to see the area relatively deserted. You check the ticket twice to make sure before approaching the security guard standing in front of the doors.

“Hi,” you say cheerily. “We’re here for the Elvis show and were just wondering if it’d be possible for us to be seated a little early? If not, that’s alright, but we figured we’d check.”

“Well,” the guard starts, his eyes tracking not-so-sneakily up and down yours and Trixie’s figures. “We normally don’t allow people in before the scheduled time, but I might be able to make an exception for two ladies as lovely as yourselves.”

He winks and you press your lips together to keep from laughing. You glance at Trixie out of the corner of your eye and see her holding a finger to her mouth to mask her amusement.

“Oh, that’d be awfully sweet of you…Henry,” Trixie says, flashing him her most charming smile.

Your eyes drop down to see his nametag which reads Henry. You bite your tongue as you watch Henry flash Trixie a smile. He glances around the surrounding casino floor to see if anyone else is watching before pushing open the big black door behind him. He gestures with his hand.

“Please come on in, ladies. Will you need help finding your seats today?”

“Oh, you’re too generous, Henry,” you say as you both glide past him into the showroom. “But I think we’ll be alright. If we get lost, we’ll be sure to find you.”

You throw in a wink for good measure and spin on your heel, dragging Trixie into the room. Only a few steps inside and you’re both laughing so hard that you can barely breathe. Your laughs dry up in a couple of seconds, however, when you start to take in the space. You mutter in awe and point around the room, admiring details like the golden curtains pulled over the stage and the ornate statues adorning each column. You pull out the tickets and use them to direct you both toward your seats in the front row.

“Damn, we’re literally right here,” you muse, glancing straight ahead of you onto the front of the stage.

You’re seated at a round table that’s clad with a very fanciful tablecloth, dishes, and wine glasses. A candle, unlit, rests in the middle of the table and there’s a note propped up against the glass. You tilt your head as you reach out to grab it.

“Oh my god,” you mutter as you read the writing on the outside. Princess.

“Ooh, what’s that?” Trixie asks, plopping into one of the chairs next to you. You open the note as you join her.

“Princess, I’m so glad you made it. When you get here, come see me backstage. I have a present for you,” you read, your eyebrows furrowing.

You glance at Trixie but she just raises her eyebrows and shrugs. With a deep breath, you grab onto your purse, still clutching the note in your fingers.

“Alright, well I guess now’s as good a time as any to break the hard news. I’ll be back, I hope. If anything happens to me back there, you get everything in the apartment,” you say with a goofy smile.

Trixie laughs and shoos you away just in time for the showroom doors to open and release a line of audience members into the area. You hurry toward a door on the left side of the stage which you assume leads to the backstage area, considering the security guard who stands in front of it. You clear your throat before announcing yourself.

“Uh, hi! I’m here to see Elvis. Well, everyone is here to do that, I guess, but I have this note and uh…well, here,” you say nervously and hand over the letter. He examines it as you wait and anxiously wring out your fingers.

“Y/N?”

Your head spins as a vaguely familiar voice sounds from behind you. A smile immediately spreads across your face as you recognize Elvis’ producer, Jerry. You give him a wave and a shrug as heat creeps into your face.

“Hi…” you greet him quietly.

“It’s nice to see you again,” he says, approaching you. He waves off the guard dismissively. “She’s good to go. He’s been expecting her for a long time. Here, I’ll show you back.”

The guard shimmies out of the way so Jerry can open the door. He gestures for you to enter with a smile and you thank him as you step through.

“Changed your mind, huh?” Jerry asks as you follow him through the backstage area.

“Uh, no actually. Not really. I’m just here to tell him to save his postage,” you say, feeling the need to justify yourself although you can’t explain why.

“Can’t blame you. These kinds of situations don’t work for everyone, although this will be a first for him.”

“Do you think he’ll be disappointed?” you ask jokingly.

“Oh I’d bet on it.” Apparently Jerry didn’t take your question as a joke. “Like I said before he’s been waiting for you, specifically, for a long time. I’m sure he’ll be very disappointed, but don’t let that stop you. It is your decision, after all. Good luck.”

Jerry points toward a dressing room door with big black letters which read ELVIS. You clear your throat and thank Jerry. He nods curtly and then spins on his heel to return to the work he probably needs to get done before the show starts. You straighten the hem of the blue dress he’d sent you and clutch firmly onto the strap of your purse, into which you’d also stuffed the lingerie at the last minute. It suddenly occurs to you that perhaps you were supposed to wear the lingerie under the dress…

Oh well, you think to yourself. Too late now.

You take a few deep breaths and smile awkwardly at the cast and crew who pass through the area on their way to get ready for the show. You know it’s ridiculous to think that everyone knows why you’re here but, despite the sheer unlikeliness of it all, you still feel embarrassed and shameful that you actually came. A few times, you debate backing away and returning to your table with Trixie to just enjoy the show. But something stops you every time. Eventually, your desire and curiosity move you forward and your knuckles knock on the door three times.

Ignoring the fight or flight mechanism that triggers in your chest, you wait for the door to open. In a matter of seconds, your wish is granted and he stands before you. He’s wearing an incredibly detailed white jumpsuit with flared pants and a popped collar. It’s unbuttoned all the way down to his waist and you gulp as your eyes immediately fly to the bare skin of his chest. As your gaze flicks back up to his face, you find him smirking down at you, his eyes already hungrily digesting your figure which stands in front of him. His body is elongated and pulled taut as he leans against the doorframe. He still looks good, as healthy and as sexy as ever, although his sideburns and hair are much longer than they had been almost a year ago.

“Princess,” he says in a voice even deeper than you remember. You begin to notice the painful thudding of your heart against your chest as his eyes take you in. “I figured you weren’t comin.”

This is it, the perfect opportunity for you to reject him and explain why you can’t take him up on his offer. But your brain stalls. It’s completely blank as you stare up at him with helpless doe eyes. He examines your figure once more before pushing the door open to create a space underneath his armpit for you to enter. You glance up at him, waiting for further instructions as if you need a translation. He flips his head toward the room.

“Inside.”

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louisupdates · 2 years ago

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By Nicole Goodwin / Durham Reporter

21:35, 8 DEC 2022

There were tears as Louis Tomlinson fans met their idol at HMV in Newcastle this evening after queuing for a signed copy of his latest album, Faith in the Future.

But one of the most adorable reactions came from the singer's youngest fan in the queue, Jude Harrison, who was left in complete shock after meeting the former One Direction star.

After chatting to Louis and getting him to sign a copy of his album, the realisation soon set in for six-year-old Jude that he had just met his idol. And the look on his face was priceless as he walked away with his hand over his mouth trying to process the exciting moment.

Jude's mum Stacey said: "He's so chuffed, I haven't been able to put him to bed because he's that excited still. It's currently 15 minutes after his bedtime but he's still bouncing, still running about."

The 32-year-old, from Blaydon, added: "Straight away when we got home he was asking for the Alexa to play Louis. He's rang everybody he knows, FaceTimed everybody to show them his signed copy of the album, and told them the whole story and said Louis told me I've got lovely blue eyes."

Super-fan Jude likes to wake his mum up at six o'clock in the morning playing the Faith in the Future album, which was released in November. His favourite song is Written All Over Your Face, which is the second track on the album.

Jude became a fan of Louis during lockdown in 2020 after hearing some of his music. Stacey, Jude, and his five-month-old sister would have discos in the kitchen every day to try and lift the mood because they couldn't go anywhere due to Covid restrictions.

And after noticing her son was becoming a fan of Louis and One Direction, Stacey would pick out some of their songs for Jude to dance to during the kitchen discos. It wasn't long before Jude became a super-fan of Louis and he was ecstatic when he found out that he was going to meet his idol after Stacey secured a place for him at Louis album signing at HMV.

Stacey added: "I waited for four hours in a queue online to get the tickets but I didn't want to tell him until I knew I had tickets. When I eventually told him he couldn't believe it. He was so excited and was running round the dining room table."

Stacey explained that Jude had a couple of questions he wanted to ask Louis and she was a bit nervous about what he would say. And when the moment came Jude and one grilling question for the star - "Why do you swear so much in your songs?"

Jude continued to tell Louis that he wasn't allowed to sing those parts because "mummy said not to sing that part". Louis responded by laughing and telling Jude to "block your ears" during those lyrics.

Stacey added: "Louis said that Jude was the name of his favourite football player too. My Jude has no interest in football whatsoever but you'd think he was football's biggest fan by his reaction.

"He also said that Jude had lovely blue eyes and that was the bit Jude really loved, his eyes were like saucers. I had to usher Jude away in the end because I think he would have stood there all day but it was really nice of Louis to give him that time."

A video of Jude after meeting Louis

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ardent-fox · 10 months ago

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✨ Tag Game Master Post ✨

Hi, all! Catching up on these two games I was tagged in during the holidays 💖

First up, thank you to the lovely @lupeloto for creating and tagging me in this fun Tag Game! 🥰

📺 Favorite tv show? At the moment, Our Flag Means Death (shields self from tomatoes being thrown at her 😁)

🕴️ Favorite character? Oof, this is difficult. Gonna have to go with my precious baby boy, Stede

💋 Favorite relationship in the show? Blackbonnet (shocking, I know)

👯‍♂️ Fav sibling relationship in the show? No blood relations but the entire crew is chosen family, so… all of them?

🎨 Favorite art form? Music, with a heavy focus on lyrics/words

⚡️ A talent you wish you had? Being able to draw would be cool

☀️ What is one thing that can always make your day better? My toddler nephew saying the most hilarious things, he's barely 3 and already the funniest person I know

🎬 Favorite fictional character of all time? Atticus Finch (any works he appears in besides To Kill a Mockingbird do not count)

🌅 Dream place to travel to? Thailand or Ireland (either "land" would do, get it? 🧍‍♀️ ...I'll see myself out)

🎈 You’re planning a huge party, what’s the theme? The Masque of the Red Death, get fancy and spooky, bitches 🎭💀

🍕 Favorite pizza topping of all time? All kinds of cheese and extra mushrooms

🥂 You can pick ONE celebrity to have dinner with… Who? Andrew Garfield, {Marge Simpson voice} I just think he's neat

🎥 Favorite movie that you kinda know is bad but you still love? Rocky Horror Picture Show 👄

👖 How would you describe your style? The "I gained a substantial amount of weight in the past 5 years and haven't bought anything new since, so I now wear whatever I can fit into and lots of dresses and skirts cause pants are uncomfortable and shopping for them is a nightmare" style 😬

🖤 Finally, something making you smile this week? My mom's reaction to a present she really wanted, seeing her that touched was soul ascending ✨

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Next, I got tagged by @deedala, @tanktopgallavich, @suzy-queued and @lupeloto to complete this round of Weekly Tag Wednesday, thank you my darlings! 💙

Name: Lyds

Location: Unknown location in Europe

Astrological Sign: Taurus squaaaad ♉

What's a TV show or movie you plan to re-watch this year? Hubby has never seen Giant, so I'll be rewatching it soon as well as some other classics like Some Like It Hot and Philadelphia Story, I'm sure I'll rewatch Frankie and Johnny for the umpteenth time as well. As far as shows go, I rewatch Our Flag Means Death at least once a month since it's my comfort show, and might do a Shameless rewatch since I've only seen the whole thing once (excluding all the Gallavich scenes)

What's a book or fic you will probably re-read this year? The entirety or The Menagerie by @crossmydna and Honeycomb by @metalheadmickey with artwork by @heymrspatel 💕

What is a song you will likely continue to play on repeat? I've been replaying One Of Your Girls by Troye Sivan for days and don't plan on stopping anytime soon, also still listening to Hozier's entire Unreal Unearth album whenever I'm chilling

What's a tasty treat you look forward to eating more of this year? Gonna steal Ri's answer here and say cinnamon buns, as well as my husband's homemade pizza rolls that I previously mentioned, as they're our favorite thing to eat while binge-watching

What's a time sink that you will continue to sink time into this year? Scrolling this beloved hellsite

Did you pick up any habits in 2023 that you plan to continue? Only unhealthy ones that I plan on ridding myself of in 2024 👋

What's your toxic trait? Inflexibility and freaking out when things don't turn out the way I've planned

What is a coping mechanism you will continue to indulge in this year? Staying in my burrow with my hyperfixations

Tell me something you like about how you look! My full, rosy lips against my smooth, pale skin

Give me at least three adjectives describing things you like about yourself. Honest, open-minded, creative 🌸

I'm out of the loop (which is about to change since I celebrated the last of the festivities today) and haven't been keeping up with the tags lately, but am still going to tag some peeps if you want to do either or both of these: @heymrspatel, @stocious, @too-schoolforcool, @xninetiestrendx, @krysmiss, @sleepyfacetoughguy, @michellemisfit, @whatwouldmickeydo, @vintagelacerosette, @metalheadmickey, @rereadanon, @francesrose3, @darlingian and anyone who sees this and wants to play! ✨

#tag game #fandom friends #personal

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ruthserbel · 1 year ago

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Fanfiction Information [x] Chapter Title: Chapter 7 Song: N/A Release Date: June 25th, 2023 Word Count: 3.9k Content Warnings: N/A Notes: For once there isn't a lot to say here besides my posting schedule - since I'm busy for the next month and a few weeks. I will be planning on posting one either next weekend (I get an extra day off this coming week, so I should be able to do that this weekend) or the following weekend (I will be gone, so it will be queued).

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Aria’s POV

Aria sat in a chair by the window, watching some birds flying in the distance through the window. She watched them for a few minutes, as they swooped down to the ground. A few moments later they would take off again. Holding a few small twigs in their beaks, the birds disappeared within the tree branches.

After a while of watching the birds, Aria's attention was drawn back to Lily. Lily had grown close to the cats that would wonder the castle - which Aria had been told belonged to Riftan's wife. They were told that there were three cats originally, although one was missing.

Aria leaned back in her chair as Jasper moved to lean against the table beside her. The two of them talked quietly while Lily kept herself preoccupied with the cat on the ground. It had been a week since she had admitted to her brother about her mixed feelings for Ruth. He had dropped the conversation afterwards due to Ruth coming back into the room.

"So..." Jasper said as he looked down at his sister.

The two of them hadn't had a chance to talk about it since she had admitted it to her brother. She knew the moment he had a chance; his questions would come. She let out a small sigh before she looked up at her brother.

"So..." Jasper repeated, a grin playing at his lips. "My sister, who had never shown interest in anyone, has decided to show interest in someone..." Jasper said, playing judging his sister’s shoulder.

Aria let out a groan and tapped the hand he used to nudge her. "I said 'I think', didn't I?" Crossing her arms across her chest, she continued. "It also isn’t a big deal," she added.

"Mm," Jasper hummed before giving a small laugh. "It is though," he added after a moment. "Like I said, you have never shown interest in anyone before..." Jasper continued, as he looked back over to Lily.

"It actually kind of worried me," Jasper admitted. "I was worried that you had been too busy with me to experience that." Jasper added, keeping his attention on Lily as he spoke.

Aria shook her head at his comment. "No..." She whispered as she looked at her brother, who looked back at her after a moment of silence. "I guess... It's true that I was never interested in anyone growing up, but..." Aria trailed off.

"He is..." Aria started again, before trailing off again as she thought. She had a hard time trying to explain why she felt the way she did about Ruth. She let out another sigh before she shrugged. "I don't know... But it wasn't anything to do with you," Aria said and she shook her head. "I just never... felt that way in the past," she explained before she turned her attention to Lily again.

While Jasper and Aria had been speaking, Lily started to pay attention to the two of them. She was now looking at them, her head tilted to the side as she tried to understand their conversation.

"Felt what way?" Lily questioned.

"Uhh..." Aria groaned, as she tried to think of a response to Lily, however Jasper spoke up first.

"It's nothing," he said nonchalantly as he pushed himself away from the table. "How about we leave the cat alone for a while and go for a walk?" Jasper asked Lily, as he walked over to Lily.

Lily nodded in response, and she stood up from the ground. Once Jasper reached her, he placed his hand on her head. Aria noticed Jasper's confusion at first, when he moved his hand to her forehead, before turning to her.

"Aria... Come here for a second?" Jasper asked, as he moved to the side. "Does she feel warm to you?" Jasper asked as Aria moved towards them.

Once there, Aria gently put her hand on Lily's forehead. She instantly noticed the difference between her temperature and Lily's. Aria frowned before she replied.

"Yeah, she does," Aria stated as she moved her hand away from Lily's forehead. "Do you feel okay?" Aria questioned Lily, who shook her head.

"I'm fine," she replied quietly before she walked towards the door. "Jasper, c'mon," she said motioning for them to leave.

Jasper laughed at Lily's eagerness to take a walk, before he turned to look at Aria. "Are you joining?" He asked before he started to walk towards the door.

Ruth's POV

Ruth wandered into the dining hall, holding a few pieces of paper that he had been working on. He scanned the hall, quickly finding Riftan sitting at the table with a few knights.

Making his way over to Riftan, he set the papers down in front of him when he reached their table.

"Here you go," Ruth said as he sat down beside Riftan, who turned to look at him, and looked around for a second.

"Thanks," Riftan grunted, before he pointed to Ruth's side. "Where are the other two?" he asked, referring to Aria and Lily, who nowadays accompanied Ruth most places.

"Did Ruth bore the females already?" Hebaron joked from across the table.

Ruth rolled his eyes at Hebaron's question. "No," he retorted to Hebaron before replying to Riftan. "I'm not sure, they didn't come to the library today," Ruth explained as he leaned back, giving a small shrug.

"Weird," Riftan replied with a small grin, before grabbing the glass that was in front of him, taking a sip.

Ruth rose his eyebrow in confusion. "What's weird?" He asked, as Riftan set his glass back down on the table.

"Well," Riftan said as he pushed the papers into the middle of the table. "The three of you typically spend your days in the library since they got here," Riftan said with a small shrug.

"I'd call it unfair," Hebaron interjected from the other side of the table. "Wizard gets to sit inside all day while the rest of us work on the construction," Hebaron added, as he leaned back.

Ruth let out a small laugh at Hebaron's complaints. "Not really up my wheelhouse," Ruth replied, waving his hand in the air as if the brush off his complaints. "Sorry about that," he added with a joking tone.

Hebaron rolled his eyes at Ruth's reply. "Sure you are," he replied, turning to Gabel beside him. The two continued the conversation they were having before.

Riftan turned towards Ruth again, ignoring the two men across the table from him. "You know what's weirder?" Riftan started keeping his voice down. He left the question in the air for a moment before he continued.

"Ruth Serbel, the man who typically wouldn't like people entering his space. He however has seemed fine with Aria entering," Riftan said, keeping his voice quiet. A smirk grew on his face as he spoke.

Ruth shifted his eyes to Hebaron and Gabel across the table. He checked to see if they were listening to their conversation, which they didn't seem to be. Once Ruth confirmed they weren't paying attention, he looked back at Riftan.

"I've heard that she ended up staying in your room the other week." Riftan added after a moment, the smirk still playing at his lips as he spoke.

Ruth opened his mouth to protest, but he closed it shortly after. He couldn't deny the fact that she had spent the night in his room. As he thought about it more, he also couldn't deny the fact that he typically didn't allow anyone into his room.

"This actually makes me curious," Riftan continued, pulling Ruth out of his thoughts. "It seems like you've grown quite close to Aria," he added, raising his one eyebrow questioningly.

"Does it seem that way?" Ruth answered Riftan's question with one of his own.

"Oh, yeah," Gabel answered from across the table.

Ruth turned to look at the two across the table, who seemed to have started to pay attention once Aria's name came up. Ruth shook his head after a moment before he replied to the group who were now waiting for his answer.

"Just... Let me think about it for a while," he said hoping that would get them to leave him alone for now. "Besides, I have to leave now anyway, so this conversation is ending now," Ruth said as he stood up from his seat.

"Yeah, I'll need to leave for now too," Riftan said as he stood up as well, grabbing the papers from the table.

The two departed from the table, walking in silence as they made their way to the hallway. Once they reached the hallway, Riftan was the first to break the silence between the two.

"So... That's a yes, isn't it?" He asked with the smirk appearing on his face again.

Ruth let out a sigh. Of course, Riftan out of anyone else would see right through him. The two have known each other for a long time. "I'm not sure, okay?" Ruth replied.

Before Riftan could reply again, they heard a yell coming from down the hallway.

"Ruth!" Lily yelled as she ran down the hallway, holding a handful of flowers out. "Look Ruth," Lily said, this time quieter as she got closer to them. Ruth looked down the hallway as Lily approached them.

Ruth looked down the hallway, his gaze fixated on Aria as she approached. The hallway was silent - besides the quiet footsteps of them approaching. Ruth felt a light jab to his side, but he didn't look over to see where it had come from. He had an idea, as Riftan was the only one beside him.

"Still not sure?" Riftan whispered from his side.

Ruth stayed silent, not responding to Riftan as Lily came closer, although he didn't take his gaze off Aria. He felt as though his body was going warm, although the temperature in the hallway hadn't changed.

It was in that moment that he was able to recognize the truth - although he feelings had been so jumbled before. He was in love with her. "Fine..." Ruth whispered to Riftan as Lily reached them.

Ruth looked down at Lily for a moment, although his mind was elsewhere. He hadn't though much when he had first seen Aria when they had first met. He had also found it inconvenient that he was tasked with looking after them. But now as he stood there, he was realizing he hadn’t minded it since the beginning.

Ruth looked at the flowers that were outstretched in Lily's hand, clearing his mind. "Maybe I do know the answer, but... Now's not the time," he whispered again to Riftan.

Once he said that, he thought about the stories he had heard about Conan. Due to what had happened between Aria and Conan in the past, Ruth wasn't sure how Aria even felt about 'love'. Ruth held back a sigh as he reached his hand out, placing it on Lily's head.

"Those..." Ruth started, before he felt the warmth coming off Lily. "Those are nice," he replied as he moved his hand from her head to check her forehead.

"She was warmer this morning," Aria said - noticing what Ruth was doing - as they got closer to Ruth and Riftan. "Although she felt fine," she added before they stopped in front of them.

"Mm," Ruth said as he moved his hand from her forehead. "Do you still feel fine Lily?"

Lily gave a small nod in response as she lowered her hands. She then turned to Aria. "Can we find something to put these in?" Lily asked.

"I'm sure we can find something," Aria replied as she held her hands out to take the flowers from Lily. "Although for now, you should go lay down for a bit, see if you cool down a bit."

At first Lily started to shake her head but let out a sigh before she placed the flowers into Aria's hand. "Fine," she said as she reached her hand out for Jasper's.

As Lily and Jasper walked away, Riftan gave a small wave as he departed as well, leaving just Aria and Ruth alone.

Aria's POV

Aria stood silent for a moment, watching after Riftan as he left. "Uh..." she said after a moment, before looking back to Ruth.

"I'm headed to the library for a bit," Ruth said, pointing in the general direction of the library. "If you want, there is a vase to put those in the library..." he trailed off.

Aria looked down at her hands again, which were still holding on to the handful of flowers Lily had handed to her. She gave a small nod in response. "Sure," she said quietly before Ruth and her started to walk towards the library.

The walk to the library was silent as the two made their way to the library. Aria felt awkward being alone with Ruth after her conversation with her brother. She had just admitted to liking Ruth, however she now felt awkward around him.

Ruth had never shown any sign of liking her that way, so she was sure he didn't feel the same way. She let out a small sigh with the realization of that, fiddling with the flowers in her hands.

"Hmm...?" Ruth questioned as they entered the library. Aria hadn't even realized they had made it all of the way to the library, her mind elsewhere as they walked.

Aria shook her head. "Nothing, just thinking," she said, giving a small smile.

Once inside the library, Aria found the vase that Ruth had mentioned, and she set the flowers in it. 'I'll need to get some water for it later,' she said thought to herself as she sat down in her regular seat.

Ruth, who had already sat down and picked up a book, peered over at her for a second. Although Aria hadn't noticed, as she was fiddling with the flowers - arranging them in the vase.

Lily had just grabbed a few as they were walking, so there was a random assortment. The assortment reminded her of the ones she would pick for her mother when she was younger. A smile growing on her face as she thought back to her childhood for a second.

As she thought about it, she looked up at Ruth. It was now that she was realizing - Ruth knew quite a bit about her past, although she knew nothing about his. This had now spurred her curiosity.

"Ruth..." Aria started after a moment of internal debate. Aria bit her lip as Ruth peered over his book again, looking at her as she spoke. "I was wondering..." she said as she pushed the flowers aside. "When did you and Riftan meet?" She asked, wanting to at least know something of his past.

"Well, it was a while after I had left the World Tower I guess," Ruth said as he closed the book in front of him. Ruth set the book down on the table before he spoke again. "Back when we were both mercenaries," Ruth explained.

"World tower?" Aria questioned, her head tilting slightly. She had heard of something like that existing in the past. In her village, they had never heard much about it besides it's existence. "I've heard of it, but... I guess I know nothing about it," Aria admitted.

Ruth let out a small chuckle as he explained.

"It is the origin of sorcerers, a repository containing all of the worldly knowledge - although..." Ruth trailed off with a sigh. "I would refer to it as living hell. I took the opportunity, and escaped."

"Escaped?" Aria questioned.

"Yeah, I left." Ruth said with a small shrug. "Although it was considered high treason. That has made others from the World Tower treat me as nothing more than a mere criminal."

Aria sat there, confused for a moment. "Why did you leave it it was considered high treason?" Aria asked, still confused as she looked up at the man that - apparently - others would consider a criminal. He looked nothing of the sorts, nor did he act that way.

"Best way to explain it is that it was stifling..." Ruth explained, shrugging again.

"How long were you there for?" Aria asked.

"Born there," Ruth replied with a sigh. "I still have family there as well, although, as you can imagine, our relationship is a bit... strained."

Silence filled the room for a moment as neither of them spoke. With the silence, Ruth slowly rolled up his sleeve, revealing a small drawing on his wrist. Aria stood up, and leaned across the table without thinking. She reached her hand out to trace over the drawing on his wrist.

"There's a long reasoning for this, but..." Ruth said as Aria traced the enchantment on his wrist. "In order to master the attributes of magic, you need to be awarded this by the World Tower..." Ruth explained.

As Ruth spoke, Aria stated to realize how close she had gotten to Ruth. She hadn't realized that she was inches away from him when she leaned over. Her hands moved to his wrist without her thinking. She felt her face flush as she realized, looking up at Ruth, who was looking down at her as he spoke.

"Sorry," she whispered, but she didn't move back. Aria started to feel a weird sensation in her stomach as she slowly pulled her hand away from his wrist. Her fingers lingered on his hand for a moment as she maintained eye contact with him.

"It's fine..." Ruth replied in a whisper.

Aria's face flushed more, but she stayed still. The feeling in her stomach became more prominent. She felt her heart start to race as she looked at him. She went to open her mouth to speak, but nothing came out, as her breathing hitched for a moment.

Both Aria and Ruth jumped when they heard a knock at the doorway of the library. Aria quickly leaned back before she looked in the direction of the doorway - seeing Jasper. Jasper stood in shock at first, before he quickly composed himself.

"Sorry, just..." Jasper started, clearing his throat after a second. "Uh... Lily's fever doesn't seem to be going down... It actually seems to have gotten worse," Jasper said from the doorway.

Ruth stood up from across the table as Jasper spoke. "She probably just has a cold, but I can come check," Ruth said as he walked towards the library door.

"I'll come too," Aria said, following behind Ruth. Once they reached the door, Jasper leaned over to Aria, whispering in her ear as they walked to Lily's room.

"Sorry," Jasper whispered.

Aria shook her head. "Shh," she replied quietly to her brother as they walked. This wasn't a conversation she wanted to have now. Nor did she want to think about what was happening before her brother interrupted. Had it continued, Aria was unsure what would have happened, the thought of which made her face flush again.

As the three of them walked down the hallway to Lily's room, they passed Aria's room. Aria stopped outside of her door for a minute. "Actually... I'll join in one second," she said to Jasper and Ruth before she opened her door, closing the door behind her.

Once she was inside her room, she pressed her hands against her cheeks. She could feel the warmth radiating from them, causing her to let out a groan. She had to compose herself before she left the room again.

Ruth's POV

Before Ruth or Jasper could reply to Aria, she had already closed her door. The two men stood in the hall confused for a moment, Jasper breaking the silence.

"Well," Jasper said as he turned to continue walking.

"Yeah," Ruth replied, following Jasper the rest of the way to Lily's room - remaining quiet as they did so. Ruth wasn't sure how much Jasper had witnessed, nor did he want to ask.

Ruth wasn't one to get caught up in the moment often. However, once he had realized Aria was so close to him, he lost all train of thought, or restraint.

Once they had entered Lily's room, Ruth walked over to Lily, who was still asleep in her bed. He lowered the blanket that was covering Lily up slightly. He gently placed his hand on her forehead, frowning as the temperature he felt now. Jaser was right - it was indeed higher than before.

Ruth pulled the blanket that was covering Lily back up, before he stood up. "I'll have a maid bring some cloths and some water," he said as he walked towards the door.

Ruth stepped outside the door, and looked around the hallway for a maid. It took him a moment, but once he found a maid, he requested the items needed, explaining the situation. He was sure Lily's fever was due to a common cold, although the temperature she had right now was too high.

Once the made agreed to bring the items to Lily's room, he made his way back to Lily's room. "They'll bring it here," Ruth whispered as he walked back into the room. Jasper had moved to sit on the side of Lily's bed while Ruth was gone. He looked up as Ruth spoke, and gave a small nod in response.

He looked around the room to see if Aria had joined while he was gone, although she wasn't there still. Ruth them turned back to Jasper as he spoke again, letting Jasper know what he was going to do to try and help Lily.

"I believe she just has a common cold, which there isn't much I can do about that. What I think we should do for now is just keep her fever down as best as we can, so the water and cloths will help with that." Ruth explained as he moved further into the room. "I'll let Aria know when she comes in here, but I think it might be best if one of you stay in here with her tonight. Just to be safe," Ruth added.

"Actually," Jasper said, as he turned to fully face Ruth now. Ruth had an idea what Jasper was going to say, which caused Ruth to hold back a sigh. He had figured Jasper had caught some of what had happened in the library. He knew that their following conversation was going to revolve around that.

"Before Aria gets back... Can we talk about something?" Jasper asked, which Ruth nodded to, making Jasper continue his train of thought.

"What happens between you and my sister is not my concern," he said as he raised his hands. "I won't question you on that," he added, letting his hands fall back down to his side. "Although, what is my concern - and I'm sure you understand where this is coming from... Is your intentions behind it," Jasper said, raising an eyebrow slightly.

The room fell silent as Ruth thought for a moment. He knew why Jasper was worried, although he wasn't sure how to address his feelings to Jasper either. With Conan still being an issue within Aria's, he wasn't sure now was the time to do so anyway.

Ruth let out a sigh before he began to speak, reply to Jasper. "I know my previous answer might have not been any help to you on knowing my intentions with your sister..." Ruth started, before he walked over to the table in Lily's room, leaning against it as he continued.

"Right now... Isn't the best time for anything to happen." Ruth answered. "Right now your sister is dealing with what has happened in the past..." Ruth trailed off, knowing Jasper would understand what he meant. "As well as what she worries might happen in the future." Ruth added, which caused Jasper to tilt his head in confusion.

"Future?" Jasper asked, his eyebrows furrowing. "What do you mean?"

"I haven't told her this yet... As I'm worried it will make matters worse..." Ruth trailed off, frowning slightly. He remembered his conversation with Conan beforehand. Ruth could tell Conan wasn't going to just sit quietly, not while he was this close to Aria again.

"And I will say this beforehand," Ruth continued, "without your sister wanting to inform Riftan of any of their... history... There isn't much I can do but try to keep Conan away from her, and make sure it stays that way while he's here," Ruth explained. Before he spoke again, he quickly looked to make sure Lily was still asleep.

"He hasn't changed, although it seems like now he's just had years of fighting experience..." Ruth said, letting out another sigh.

Silence fell around them again. Jasper took in what Ruth had said, understanding the meaning. Before Jasper could speak again, Ruth continued speaking.

"So... For right now, it doesn't matter... It isn't the best time for anything... That's the answer to your question, and my intentions. Yes, I have feelings for your sister." Ruth said, letting silence fall around them again.

They sat in silence for a minute. The weight of confession lifted from Ruth's shoulders. The silence in the room hung, creating a quiet atmosphere. The sound of a knock started and ended the silence.

"It's me..." Aria's voice said as she opened the door, quickly picking up on the silence in the room. "Sorry," she said, as she quietly closed the door behind her.

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umazane-muesli · 10 months ago

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Jukebox January: Day 19

(Queuing for the next morning again, sorry it's very late)

Today: songs starting with S:

Oh my God there are so many songs starting with S. SO MANY. Why are there so many. What the fuck. My notes app is a bloodbath right now I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. Artists make more songs starting with X instead challenge

Anyway I've tried my best to wrangle them but this is going to be an incoherent mess at best. Let's go:

Sata vuotta - BEHM

I don't know why it took me so long to start listening to BEHM, but her latest album has been a constant in my December and January. This song is my favourite on it, I love the violin melody, and I think she has a beautiful voice :)

Senida - Senidah ft. Žene

Continuing my Slovenian music propaganda with Senidah this time.

Sédè - N3

I have to shout this one out because Jan played the guitar on it ^^

Stand by - Extremoduro

I love this song so much. I first heard about it (and this band) when I went on a language exchange in Spain when I was in high school. My exchange partner listened to this song, and even though we haven't kept in touch, it still makes me think of her sometimes. It's been one of my absolute favourites for 10+ years now.

Si te vas - Extremoduro

I normally try not to put too many songs by the same artist in the same post, but i swear to god all the best Extremoduro songs start with S. What's the deal with that.

Salir - Extremoduro

Teenage me listening to this song: hehehe swear words in spanish >:)

Adult me listening to this song: hehehe swear words in spanish >:)

San Francisco - Maxime Le Forestier

San Francisco - Scott McKenzie

Grouping these 2 together because they're sort of about the same thing really, San Francisco during the flower power movement. But I like the vibe of both. Thank you Kuesli for including the other San Francisco I was thinking of, because I somehow had THREE. Madness.

Short Film - Ethan Gruska

This is my favourite song from a very soft, calm album. I love the sort of muted sound from the piano and the slightly mysterious atmosphere.

Le Sud - Nino Ferrer

This song is like. Weirdly depressing at the end and also a bit dated let's be honest, but I think it still has its charm, I learned it in choir as a child and I'm a bit attached to it.

Stay - ČIUTŌ TUTŌ - Monika Linkyte

I have to admit this was not among my favourites on first impression, but I really warmed up to it and it is definitely one of the songs that stayed with me the longest after eurovision, I still very happily listen to it.

Somma Time Man - Salt-N-Pepa

This song is so fun and sounds SO 90's. It's a bit silly and puts me in a good mood.

Something in the Air - Pegasus

I discovered this band as a small festival in Switzerland around the time this album came out, and it was so fun to hear from a band for the first time as they're playing live. I haven't done that much (haven't been to many festivals) but yeah, Pegasus kind of stuck with me since.

Some Things Have to Be Said - Florent Dorin

Yeah I know this song is 9 minutes long and the french accent (and probably questionable English) is uuh discernible, to say the least (though miles better than his earlier songs) but listen, I love this guy so much and this song is such a journey, his music has gotten so much richer as time went on and this is the best example I think.

Sorry - dodie

Speaking of people who's music has gotten much richer with time, this is one of my favourite songs from dodie, I love the strings and the harmonies. At the end it blends into the next song (called When) and I will neveeer not lose my mind when artists do that.

Show me the way - Styx

Still loving you - Scorpions

Yes I have a power ballads playlist and yes I will use it against you >:)

Salut les amoureux - Joe Dassin

I love how perfectly bittersweet this song is, it's about a couple who breaks up on good terms, without any drama, they just go their separate ways. Just a little bit sad but not in a way a typical break up song is.

Satama - KUUMAA

The latest single from Kuumaa, exactly the kind of song they do best, I love it.

Somewhere out there - Donald Glover and Danny Pudi

Yeah this was in my playlist so i'm including it lol, even though it's not a "proper" song. Community is one of my comfort shows and this is from one of the best moments in it :)

Spirit in the Sky - KEiiNO

I'm going to admit a dirty little secret: even though I do like Eurovision, I haven't watched it religiously every year. And so I didn't even know this was a eurovision song until very recently; I only had it in my library because someone on a discord server had made (very good, might I add) playlists for completely unrelated little blorbos. Anyway, very funny that I'm coming back to this song now.

For S I also want to include 2 non-songs:

Starmania: it's a French and Canadian (Québec) musical from the 80s (well, '79 technically, but it feels extremely 80s). It's such an odd thing, it has the camp and flamboyance of the 80s, but a surprisingly dark dystopian plot. It's weirdly dated and not dated at the same time. The original cast had several singers who were or would become big stars in France (and french speaking countries)(including a eurovision winner lol). There's a robot waitress, and a gang, and a guy who's totally not David Bowie. It's pretty weird. The plot is kind of impossible to explain, but you can go listen to the songs, they're really good :)

There's a new version on tour now I think, and honestly I would love to go see it, because I've only ever heard the songs. (Seems pretty expensive though lol)

Single Handed Sailor - Dire Straits

The second thing I want to include is the album Strangeland by Keane. It came out around when I went on a school trip to Spain and I listened to it a lot during the long bus rides. I just have very fond memories associated with it.

And now frankly way too many bonus songs:

The Story - Brandi Carlile

Sinnerman - Nina Simone

Seven Wonders - Fleetwood Mac

Sad Song - Oasis

Sutra - Lollobrigida

Si Tú Me Quieres - Alex Cuba, Gian Marco

Stille Før Du Kom - Oh Land

Sunday Morning - The Velvet Underground and Nico

Someday - City of the Sun

Surrender - Birdy

Statues - Amy Macdonald

Sunset Lover - Petit Biscuit

Samara - Blanco White

Sve Još Miriše Na Nju - Parni Valjak

Sweet Woman - Cris Williamson

Saturn - Sleeping At Last

Sausalito - Lydia Luce

Shut Up and Dance - WALK THE MOON

Strah me je - Jet Black Diamonds

Stranger - Bec Sandridge

Would you believe me if I said I did actually try to cut as many songs as possible? Anyway, if you've read until the end, thank you (what a mess) 💛

#jukebox january #music game

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okimargarvez · 2 years ago

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MERRY GRINCHMAS

Original title: Merry Grinchmas.

Prompt: Penelope discovers her boyfriend is the Grinch.

Warning: none.

Genre: funny, romantic.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot, part 97 of 365 pills of Garvez canon life.

Legend: 💑. Song mentioned: none.

GARVEZ STORIES

MERRY GRINCHMAS

Penelope and Luke are in a mall. On the way they almost got into an accident due to a heated argument. He made the mistake of criticizing the Christmas lights they saw by the way, as well as all the theme songs played on the radio. She wanted to believe it was just a moment, but she soon had to change her mind, when the man didn't hesitate to criticize the line of children queuing to sit on Santa's lap. Now they are exactly in front of a Christmas tree much taller than her, but also than him. This is actually why they came here, when Penelope discovered that in their house there wasn't even a fir tree by the bedside table, an unforgivable thing for her, known for being the right person to ask about Christmas or other festive decorations. -How can you not like these things?- she asks him, admiring a bulletin board with really cute mini trees and so accurate in detail.

Luke mentally counts to twenty before opening his mouth and answering her, but that doesn't lessen the acidity of his tone. -They're just commercial tricks.- not even for her can he make such an effort. -Even Santa Claus is an invention of Coke.- he dismisses the issue with a shrug, declaring his disinterest in continuing this discussion. Neither of them always willing to change their minds.

Penelope almost covers her ears with hands, and she notices that fortunately there are no children around her. -What are you saying!- she barely holds back her scream rising in her throat. -This isn't the first Christmas we spend together, how could you keep your true nature hidden for so long?- she asks him then, scrutinizing him as if she were seeing him for the first time or she couldn't recognize him.

Man also has the solution to this dilemma. -Simple.- he replies, deliberately pausing to make her nervous. -Last year we had a case, do you remember that man who choked people with flashing lights?- he's enjoying making her rethink such an improper use of her beloved decorations. -We were away so long that I didn't have the strength to express my dissent. And you spent Christmas at Morgan's place.- he reminds her, not very happy with this last part.

However, she follows another direction. -You hate Christmas!- she accuses him, and he doesn't deny it. -You're the Grinch!-Luke smiles at the comparison, because, in fact, this is one of his favorite movies and also one of his favorite characters.

But he still wants to clarify. -I don't hate Christmas, I don't like how it has been transformed by consumerism.- he begins to explain. -There is almost nothing left of the true spirit of Christmas.- here comes the Catholic influence. -You know what that means, don't you? It is the memory of the birthday, of the birth of Jesus.- as expected. -Nowadays people only think about how to spend their money as possible to give totally impersonal and often useless gifts...-he just can't mitigate the disgust he feels, he doesn't even make an attempt. Penelope doesn't entirely disagree with what he said.

But she has to defend her position to the hilt. -It's not always like this!- she protests. -I put a lot of effort into choosing the gifts, I also think about it the months before, and I don't buy them all...- he nods, agreeing without problems.

He looks at her intensely. -But you are the exception among the crowd.- he strokes her cheek.

She closes her eyes enjoying his touch, then snaps out of the trance. -And what do you have against Christmas lights?- she moves on to the next point, as they walk precisely in that department of the shop. -Don't you think they're an art form?- she doesn't know where that last sentence came from either.

However Luke takes it seriously. -Well, maybe they could even be, the fact is that I see around a lot of lights on and people off, as Bukowski said.- damn, he improved his score again. Penelope racks her brain in search of the trump card.

Then she hears a not very innovative piece of music playing on the loudspeakers. -And the songs?- she gives herself a high-five. -Aren't those good either?- she challenges him with a look, and he naturally accepts.

-They are all the same, to say the least.- she opens her eyes wide and closes her mouth to reply, but he anticipates her. -And half are created for advertising purposes.- also in this case his arguments are more than reasonable. She's certainly not going to tell him.

She picks up a bauble decorated with a snowman and pretends to concentrate on it as she speaks. -Well, it's absurd that I have to say it, but the world can't go on with love alone!- silence from him. -Is there anything about Christmas that you like?- she asks then, tired, exhausted. -Do you think you can tolerate a tree?- she awaits hopefully.

-Let's say that, compared to all the rest… yes.- he gives her at least that joy, but it doesn't last long. -Even if its origins are uncertain, most likely pagan.- he explains.

-I know, I have a book that talks about all the legends about Christmas!- she gets excited right away.

Luke chuckles. -I should have known that.- and he shakes his head.

-Anyway, the choice of the tree is also important.- she begins, and he knows it's over. -It is a fir tree because, being evergreen, it was considered by the druids a symbol of the rebirth of life. And with the same sense it is inserted within the Christian narrative.- this time she sank him, she thinks. -Because it is added to the tree of Eden, which is both a symbol of humanity's fall into sin, and of its forgiveness.- she winks.

-Wow, you're really a freak of this party, aren't you?- it's not a question.

She replies anyway. -You don't know how much.- she keeps talking serious. -And in any case Santa Claus also has non-consumerist origins, and I'm sure you know it, but you like to be the contrarian and spoil my holidays.- she pushes him affectionately.

He places her hand on her hip. -Just a little.- his fingers moving slowly.

-I was sure of it!- she exclaims. -Well, Luke Alvez, known as the Grinch, I bet that by December 25th I will be able to get you on my side, to convert you.- she says in a confident tone. -I have almost a month of time.- she recalls, to reassure herself even more.

-And what's up for grabs?- he whispers deep into her ear.

She swallows. -Nothing, this time, although I'm sure you'll give in.- she reiterates.

He caresses the skin of her neck with warm breath. -But, if you're so confident…- he continues.

Penelope gives in and tells him. -If I lose, next year I won't do anything related to commercial Christmas in your presence.- she gives him time to imagine the sacrifice.

And he savors it. -What if I lose?- he doesn't seem too concerned about her response.

-You will wear Santa costume that I already bought for you.- she winks.

-Well, it could have been worse.- he says. -But I offer you an alternative. You show me what's beautiful in your vision of Christmas and I do the same with mine.- he suggests. -Deal.-

Note: I have to admit, I'm the Grinch (actually daughter of Grinch, because that's my dad) while my husband is the one obsessed with Christmas, but we also both catholic, so we are a mix of Pen and Luke in this story.

#garvez #criminal minds #cm #penelope garcia #luke x penelope #penelope x luke #garcia x alvez #alvez x garcia #penelope garcia x luke alvez #luke alvez x penelope garcia

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handelplayssims · 2 years ago

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It’s the weekend and Gunther’s off work! For once, I can focus on his own wants and whims rather than doing work! Or important socializing. First want that Gunther has is to get a job promotion, related to his aspiration. Which, for the aspiration itself, isn’t really needed at this point. Still I can do Gunther’s daily task for extra points. Review Food or Drink or Write Column. Both are pretty tied together. Checking his hunger need and I guess it’s time for a breakfast out! And I have just the place.

The Sunny Side Up diner! Though I decided to nab one off of the gallery that had it’s interior renovated to a style I thought fitting.

It’s just one of those comfy casual up and coming breakfast spots! Just a nice place! Probably the restaurant I visit to the most out of all thanks to...well, breakfast. Breakfast good. And good for lunch as well.

...though I am suddenly realizing that Gunther could have gone to one of the Windenburg cafes for food or drink. Ah well!

OH GEEZ, raging werewolf! I’ve only had the Werewolves expansion pack for several weeks now so I haven’t really seen how this pack meshes in it’s werewolves with everything. I guess it’s the same as normal, Sims just appear but uh...watch out.

And it looks like we got ourselves a special button that allows us to review this restaurant. Nice! Waiter! Bring me your Americano and an Everything Bagel. That is your special for the day yes? Do not fail me. We ate and drink and...we didn’t seem to get any special moodlets or anything. Then again, if you finish a drink, you food eating gets de-queued so that might have something to do with it. All we got is the normal high taste quality thing from being a celebrity. Alas! Well, that is still enough that I can at least write in his column and feel fine about it.

Oh and this popped up. Thanks to having a negative moodlet while the background music of pop was blaring, this could happen. Do we lionize this negative experience and also gain a dislike of pop while we’re at it? I say...sure why not. He’s a hipster and he’s pretentious.

(Though it was the Carly Rae Jespin song everyone adores so HOW DARE!)

And so we return home, look up some art to inspire ourselves and then set to writing our column about how terrible the food is at the Sunny Side Up Diner. Would anyone be influenced? Probably not, it’s the only diner in town, after all.

So anyway, let’s bounce off of that and actually make progress in Gunther’s aspiration by working on those skills! And the most appealing one is working on the Gourmet Cooking. However, there is a thing.

This house has the Simple Living challenge from Cottage Living, in which we need to have all ingredients in order to cook food. It’s one of those that some simmers just slam on all of their played homes, as it adds to the realism and I personally do like it as well, but just bet on most kitchens having a stocked fridge. It feels fitting for intended chefs and perhaps other poor folks as well, to continually have to think about this.

Annnd look at that price for a stocked fridge! Whew! Those fancy ingredients I threw in really added up! A few moments of waiting and then, bam! Stocked fridge. Also ghosties popping up to cheer up our delivery person and Gunther. How nice! Perhaps I’ll make them a little something as well.

-sharpens knives- Let’s get a cooking!

A thing to also note is that, essentially thanks to Mila Munch, I decided this lot should have the Chef’s Kitchen lot trait as well. Since, well, she is that super chef that cooks! But it’s a nice thing that Gunther is carrying on that tradition from Mila.

And with one lobster tortellni, we rank up to 9! Nice nice nice. Though I thought we were level 7…

And we got such a nice buff that the hunger moodlet won’t go down for awhile thanks to Gunther not wanting to eat anything else thanks to that beautiful dish. Lovely! Pays to make your own fancy foods.

Gunther’s second want is to finish writing a book which...well okay we can write a book from scratch. Between a bout of poetry or writing a non-fiction book, I’d figure it’s time to write some more poetry. As this artist does! I even give it a unique title! “Upon the Winter’s Bale.” And thus do I set Gunther down to write for hours upon end. Riveting gameplay. You are a lot more lazer focused when it’s just one person and their desires in a household.

Ah hello there Guidry! In any haunted house, this dude will show up and hang out. He’s an extremely flirty guy but very helpful. I basically only keep him around if the vibes are right in the house. Aka no vengeful spirits! But Gunther’s not the true object of the ghosts ire so Guidry gets to stick around.

Anyway, the book quality was fantastic so I have Gunther submit it off to a literary digest, which gives him even more money than selling it normally. Which is good because technically, poetry is not the best selling books. But it soothes the artistic soul.

Also I think to actually ask upon Guidry for a NAP repeal signature. It isn’t his thing but well, he’s dead and will pop up anywhere so I can see why he’s not into local politics.

Anyway, I did ask about making the place less spooky and got the advice of actually getting a séance table. And so we shall!

Doing stuff on the séance table raises up the medium skill, which’ll help with all of these ghosties and specters around the place. Might change the chair though. It’s a bit extra for being out in this shed.

-googles: how does one make a house not haunted- Hmm. Not getting any good results here. Does a house ever get un-haunted? That is a thought.

Anyway, the offering of food didn’t work this time for the spectre. Well. Let’s see about a handcarving? Didnt’ like that either! Welp! Uh, hope things go better next time? To bed with us!

Neighborhood Watch!

Manuia Mete in the Mete household has died. Manuia had his last laugh.

Rory Oaklow in the Oaklow household left her job as a Locker Room Attendant in the Athlete career.

...hold the phone. She’s in my played households! I need to check something. ...oh snap. Both that household and Gunther’s didn’t have their Neighborhood stories adjusted to be off. Time to reset that! And there. All off. Guess I gotta be more aware about that.

#sims 4 #liveblogging #gunther munch #windenburg #dine out pack #cottage living pack #paranormal pack

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