#the audience collectively groaning every time a song came up cracked me up

[emsylcatac]

Out of context awakening spoilers: 🎷🐱💨

[athenafire]

Song of Frost

Because @xdeusxmachinax​ is a poo poo head.

    "What's wrong, TB?" Darci asked, concern clear in her tone. The two had been on a date in the woods outside of town, walking off a large meal.

   He stared in to darkness, watching a pale shape dance about. A discarded plastic bag flew past them, bringing about a sigh of relief. "Hah--litter bugs." he joked, noticing his breath fogging. "We should get going, got a test in math tomorrow." Toby groaned.

   "Oh no I forgot all about it!" Darci grabbed her hair in frustration. "Why do we even need algebra?"

   "Beats me--" Toby took several steps forward, leading the way. His foot caught a root, throwing him down a ditch in to a cold, wet wallow. He winced, feeling a cold pain crawl up his spine. "Darci?!" Toby called out, hearing no answer, he called again. Once more, and a fourth time with no answer. He turned his head to the mud, catching a glance of white in the corner of his eye. He lurched back, finding it only to be the moon. "Relax, Tobs, she probably...just can't hear you." he tried to comfort himself, finding it hard to stand, and even harder to escape the mud trap.     Once free, Toby tried to remove the mud and leaves caking themselves to his side, only to find them stuck there, frozen solid. "Huh that's weird. It never gets this cold in Arcadia." he wondered aloud. A hallow sound pricked his ear, like wind rushing through a cave. "Hhnn--Hello?" he called out, trying to reason with himself. The sound came again, throwing the teen in a panic, fleeing from the small wallow.

   Toby never was a good runner, he knew this. The mud became his downfall, hitting the dirt face-first, splitting his back-pack open. Supplies, snacks, his cell phone, and unfinished homework spilled out, water seeping in to the contents. "No--no, no, no!" he began with his phone, then shoving the snacks in his pockets before he noticed the last item. A wooden mask, propped against a rock, as if placed there. A trophy he stole from his time in the Darklands.

   "Heh--" he tried again, to calm himself. "How'd you get out here?" He reached for the mask, feeling cold breath at his back. His fingers froze to the mask, keeping him there. Afraid to turn around, and unable to move, it was now, that Tobias learned true fear. He could hear lips parting, that sound, the familiar sound of teeth scraping against stone.

   The sound shifted in to a song, first, as that same hallow sound as before. They held a rhythm. Then, the song changed, morphing in to the sound of his alarm clock.

   Morning, his warm bed sheets a welcome sanctuary as he awoke in a cold sweat. It had been only days since Tobys venture in the Darklands, but each night since, he had a nightmare of cold and frost. Teeth coming close enough, but always ending before the attack.

   "Wing-man?" Arrrgh inquired. He had watched Tobys fitful dream, but dared not wake him.

   'I have a big day tomorrow, so I need lots of sleep.' Toby had told him the night before.

   "Yeah I'm fine, just a bad dream again." he assured Arrrgh, getting up to start his day, ignoring his protectors concerns. They were just dreams. That thing was stuck in the Darklands. The only ways out were that mirror, and the fetch. Neither were big enough to let it out. Toby was safe here, he told himself. ---------------------------     Later, that night, Toby had planned to expand his rock collection in Trollmarket. When he spotted a familar set of horns, a smile bloomed, "HEY! VENDEL!!" Toby shouted, trotting over to the old Troll.

    With a sigh, the leader of Trollmarket greeted him, "Tobias! What brings you here this...fine evening?" Vendel stared down at the smallest Trollhunter, folding his hand behind his back.

   "Rocks! I saw a cool bit of rose quartz the other day. Oh, and some labradorite." he pulled open his backpack to pull out several stones, dropping it in the process. Toby explained the stones to Vendel, who barely listened, more interested in the colorful book covers than the chemical composition of stones he knew by heart.

   One thing, however, caught his eye. It looked like a bit of petrified driftwood. But then he noticed the grain did not match the bend, figuring it had to be carved. What stood out the most, were two slits, centered horizontally on odd bumps. His fur stood on end, as an ancient memory stirred. "Tobias...." Vendel spoke softly, "This way. Now." His words were quiet, but sharp. He gave the teen no time to gather his things, having to run to keep up with him.

   "Hey what's got you all spooked? You look like you saw a--"

   "Not now, Tobias." Vendel warned.

   They moved in silence, finding refuge in Vendels chamber. The old Troll paced around, making sure  no listeners could spy on their conversation. Slowly, he made his way back over to Toby, gently pulling a wooden mask from his backpack.

   "Where, on Earth, did you find this?" Vendel addressed Toby, concerned. His stare growing more intense the longer Toby did not answer. Neither would leave this room, until the mystery of this mask had been solved. "This is a matter pertaining not only to the safety of Heartstone Trollmarket, but to all of Troll kind, Tobias."

    With the gravity of the situation well established, he caved, explaining his trip to the Darklands, and his fight against the furred giant, the game-master of the Gumm-Gumms, Oddball.

   Vendel grew paler with each passing moment. "Frost Troll." The fear from before came crawling back, causing the old Troll to shake, gripping his staff tight enough almost crack it.

   "Frost Troll? Is that what she was? I thought she was just a weird hairy Krubera, like Arrrgh, but, white, and hairier. ...And bigger."

   "You swear you saw only one?" Vendel asked, watching Toby nod. "Then we may be lucky." he scratched his beard, "Had the whole clan decided to join Gunmar, after all these years..."

   Tobys frown grew, "What's a Frost Troll?"

   "Raiders! The whole reason any of this even started." he ranted, "Without Juns foolish actions, Gunmar may have never--" Vendel realized the confusion in Toby. "Perhaps a longer explanation is in order." He sat down, sighing a breath he sword froze the air around it. "This is an old story, Tobias."

   "Older than you are?"

   "I was young when I last heard the thunder, before--Before the ice cracked." He took a moment to gather his thoughts.

    "Frost Trolls, rulers of the North. They came with the frost, raiding the plains, retreating to their homes in steppes and on mountain peaks. Small bands, never more than ten or twenty. Never needed more, nothing could stop a roving band of Frost Trolls from their hunt. Except for another, larger band of Frost Trolls. Some clans hired them as mercenaries, others paid off their attackers to harass those that had sent them instead. Others? Trampled in the stampede, or frozen in their wake. Stories of Frost Trolls waving banners of fur shaved from fallen warriors could summon a storm, fed by angry spirits of their ancestors who still longed for battle. With the very storm on their side, they could have taken over every other clan in the North. But they were to busy fighting each other to organize. That was until Boguta the Bright-Eyed."

   "Boguta the what?"

   "Descriptions say she had eyes as white as newly fallen snow." Vendel elaborated. "Boguta was the daughter of a errr--oh, what's the word in your tongue?

   "King?"

   "No not quite...anyway, she saw the endless carnage between Frost Trolls, and all the clans below the line of permafrost. She saw no other way, but to make alliances with other roving war bands. One of my earliest memories, was the sound of a hundred Frost Trolls storming through, and the devastation they caused. Her army grew, bringing the Northern clans to their knees in a matter of months."

   "So what stopped them?"

   "That much is unclear, but her youngest son took up her mantle. He was Temui the Timid. Small, scholarly, unlike his siblings. He still towered over most other Trolls, but he too came with thunderous footsteps. He bore the banner of his mother, and demanded an audience with all of the local leaders."

   "Why would he want to talk?"

   "What was said never left that room. But, after that, the raids stopped, all at once. Many Frost Trolls tried to...integrate in to Troll society as hunters and laborers. But, even less trusted them. He met with the new council several more times, even more after Gunmar had begun his crusade."

   Toby swallowed, fearing what may come next.

   "But--one night, every Frost Troll across all of the Kingdoms vanished. Their homes emptied of belongings, leaving only unanswered questions. No one knows why they left, where they went, or if they even still exist. Not long after, Gunmar made his move. The organized army of Temui being one of the few things we felt stopped Gunmar from waging all out war."

   "And that's when it all started?"  

   Vendel nodded. "They wore masks during battle, much more elaborate than that one, covered in marks, and braided beads dangling from their horns and beards." he scratched his own again. "Tobias...if Gunmar has even one Frost Troll, this could mean he has more..."

  Vendels words echoed in Tobys mind. A roving band could topple an entire village. And Oddball had listened intently to Gunmar, obeying his every command. If Gunmar had even a few integrated in to his standing army, did Jim even have a shred of hope?

[iamsonyeondone]

prince!au // zhong chenle

☆+｡･ﾟfluffy!! and an itty bit angsty  

☆+｡･ﾟ 1.8k words

prince chenle was no doubt born to be someone of a high caliber

even if he didnt have that royal blood in him, everyone’s amazed by his abilities

the skills he has to play the piano at such a young age aS well as sing with the most angelic voice

and that he was meant to charm anyone and everyone who sees him, perform or just as he is

he is also such a hardworking student, as quoted by his tutors

and that anyone who has personally met him agreed that he’s really sweet and altogether a well-rounded person

not to mention how he makes the atmosphere much more calming and fun during balls

especially when he’s joined in by his other 6 best friends

everyone is torn between him and his brother when it comes to the better heir to the throne

but chenle doesnt make this topic of his utmost importance because he’s more than sure that his older brother was going to take over

and he’s completely fine with it, if not, more than proud to have the kingdom be taken by his sibling that he cares for

which also means that he has the choice of doing what he loves most

which was to perform and dazzle the crowd

he’s always performed for the balls held at the palace 

whether it was a symphonic piece on the piano, a heart-warming tune with his voice, or both!!

and he definitely loves the attention when everyone cheers for him at the top of their lungs

until you came along

you were the child of a duchess and you were very popular for being a violin prodigy

from little, you’ve always performed for balls too and from there, you were given the opportunity to learn it on an advanced level when you were scouted

and when you came to one of the certain royal ball wink wink chenle was a little dumbfounded when he found out that there was someone who was just as good as him at performing

but when he saw you perform, putting all your emotion into the violin while your movements remain precise

he cant help but be mesmerised

and you on the other hand, was glad that there was someone you could have a middle ground with

“good evening your majesty, your performance was amazing today,” you greeted him while the adults paired up on the dance floor

“you did pretty well yourself. i’m sorry but i’ve never seen you before,” he turned to look at you, an adorable smile on his face

“my family and i move around quite alot, probably why you’ve never seen me although i was born here,” you returned a smile back, taking a bite of one of the snacks from the table

“i see, so i bet you’ve seen some of my friends,”

“i’ve seen a lot of people of course, you’ve got to be more specific than that, your majesty,” you chuckled

and chenle takes a moment to get a better look at you 

“just call me chenle, its weird when a friend of mine calls me that,”

and from then onwards, the both of you laughed the night away

playing hide and seek on the palace grounds and sneaking some food from the kitchen as well as him showing you wround his favourite hiding places from the stuffy meetings

its safe to say that the both of you became very close friends at the end of the night

and chenle was quite upset when you hear your mother looking for you

“i have to go but i hope we get to meet again some time,” you smile, still giggling from the aftermath of causing quite a mess in the kitchen

“i do hope to see you when we hold another ball in about a month. it’ll be boring if you dont come so you better promise me that,”

chenle lifts up his pinky, wiggling it towards you with a wide grin

with your smile mirroring his, you intertwined your pinkies with his and waved goodbye

during that long painful month, chenle was really distracted by the thoughts of you

the way you laughed at his lame jokes or just by his own dolphin-like laugh, the little stories you tell him from your mansion while the look of disgust sticks onto your face

and maybe it was also the way you smiled at him with twinkles in your eyes

and the sound of your laugh which sounded far more angelic than the opera singers who come by to perform

chenle is scared to admit that he is in fact in love

while you were gladly accepting the strong feelings enveloping your heart

being reminded of his high-pitched laugh always gets you giggling during dinner

which raises eyebrows from your parents

and the way you would naturally squeal when you remember him smiling back at you with his pinky finger raised, makes your butler tease you about it every single day

and when the day comes that you attend the ball at the palace, youre spoiled for choice when your maids show you your choices

“which one looks better on me,Ms Lim?” you tilt your head thinking that it may give you a clearer decision

“the blue one looks amazing on you milady although all of them accentuates your beauty,” she smiled, while you groan in frustration when nothing comes to mind

“could you bring Mr Park in? he’s painfully straight-forwards sometimes but i think it’s actually beneficial in this case,” you sigh, flopping onto your bed while she fetched your butler

when you hear the familiar ‘yes milady?’ you shoot up from your spot and pouted

“Mr Park, i dont know which dress to choose for Chenl- the royal Zhong family ball,” 

and he stands there for a moment, ready to spit out a teasing remark before picking a more simpler outfit from the collection of choices

“contrary to popular belief, milady does in fact look better in something more simple. And im confident that prince chenle will agree,” he smile before bowing and taking his leave

and your face explodes in the colour red at his statement

you slipped into the outfit and twirled in front of your full-length mirror

until your mother knocked onto your door

“we need to talk,”

chenle waited anxiously in the corner of the ballroom, at the exact same spot the both of you had met

and while the other kings and queens from distant kingdoms as well as duch and duchesses greet him, he only had his eyes on finding you

so when you finally walked through the entrance with your family, his heart skipped a beat

and chenle had this big unstoppable grin on his face

that is until your eyes meet and the only thing he is met with is a sad smile

“why the long face?” he greeted you, still mustering a small smile as you curtsied

“its,,, nothing. but dont you think you hear the king and queen calling you over?” you chuckled, darting your gaze to his parents who had been calling him over by the piano

an indication that he started charming the crowds as usual

but with a bigger plan in mind

“did you bring your violin?” he asked excitedly, taking hold of your hand and squeezing it tightly

“of course, but why?” you raise a brow, suspicious of the next action of this mischievous boy

“get it quick, its going to be our first duet together,” he laughed, dragging you towards the growing crowd around the piano

once chenle adjusted himself on his seat and nodded as the cue, he began playing each note with care as you soon followed

the piano churned out a harmonious tune while your violin had a soft sadness undertone to it

and chenle finally had a hunch, even without having you to tell him explicitly

this was your first duet with him and it may be the last

once chenle ended the song, the both of you stood together to bow in front of the audience with your hand in his

and even though the crowd had already dispersed to continue waltzing around the room, chenle didnt let your hand go

“theres one more place i havent shown you yet,” he smiled cheekily as he sneaked his way around the palace guards

even with the numerous questions you had been showering him with, chenle simply shrugged and continued with a “you’ll see”

and when he pushes the heavy maroon curtain away to reveal the small secluded garden, you gasp in admiration

the garden was small yet bursting with life - roses blooming beautifully in the moonlight while the soft splashing of the water fountain came as a comforting lullaby

“i come here whenever i want to fully unwind,” he sighed, taking a seat on a bench that had been sheltered by a short tree yet its branches reached further than most 

“or did you mean when you’re being called to study?” you teased, taking a seat next to him, making him scrunch his nose in annoyance

and the both of you sit in silence for awhile, watching the stars twinkle in the navy blue sky

until a thought comes to you

because chenle, the boy with the loudest and highest-pitched laugh, was quiet

and you feel yourself growing more conscious of the situation

“so why did you bring me here? there must be a reason why since my ears havent bled yet,” 

and when you look at him, he’s not looking back and that once cheerful smile is nowhere to be seen

and maybe your eyes are just playing with you because theres this hint of pink on his cheeks

but maybe you’re just seeing things

“you mentioned that you move around a lot so how long will you be overseas this time?” 

and when he finally stares back into your eyes, sadness evident yet still attempting to smile, your heart shatters into a million pieces

youre silent for a moment, unsure of how to tell him about the news while you try your best to word it in your head

“i’m,,, i might not be coming back- but! ,,,,but its not final,” and chenle smiled, a little chuckle leaving his lips

“then until our next meeting, i’ll look at the sky and think of you. it’s not that hard trying to find some similarities between you and the moon yknow - a little grey-”

and the sad mood lightens up as you nudged him hard, knocking him over as his clumsiness only further pushed him off the bench

the night ended with laughter and giggles as always

and whenever you look at the night sky in your temporary home, you stifle a giggle when you’re reminded of the dolphin laugh you’ve come to love

a/n: ew this is so sappy but i hope you guys love sappy ksjhalfals tbh that last line is so full of crack and if you dont laugh at it, youre not human

[timelordthirteen]

In These Final Hours

Mr. Gold/Belle, G

Summary: Belle's friends drag her out for drinks and karaoke on one of her last nights in Storybrooke. After a couple of glasses, she gets up the nerve to sing a song about unrequited love, secretly directed at her friend Mr. Gold. Except Mr. Gold is in the audience.

Notes: For the June prompt at @a-monthly-rumbelling: drinking, karaoke, dancing, kissing, date. I think I worked them all in in some way. Go me. Also note the blink and you'll miss it Red Warrior. ;) Unbeta’d so there’s probably tons of errors.

[AO3]

“Come on, Belle!” Ruby whined. “You have to come out with us.”

Belle gave her friend a look as Ariel came around to sit on her other side. At the end of the counter, Mr. Gold waited for Granny to ring up his lunch order. He barely spared her a glance as he handed over the money, and she sighed.

“Yeah, Belles,” said Ariel as she twisted back and forth on the stool. “It’s your last weekend in Storybrooke. Monday you’ll be in the big city, and you’ll forget all about us and this little po-dunk town.”

“Oh, I will not,” Belle said, smiling and shaking her head. “I could never forget either of you!”

“So you’re coming tonight, right?” Ariel asked, tilting her head as her smile widened into a grin.

Ruby slid off her stool and stood between Belle and Ariel, her arms around both women’s shoulders. “There’ll be karaoke...” she said in a sing-song voice.

Belle groaned and tipped her head back, while behind her, Mr. Gold paused with his lunch sack dangling from his left hand.

His other hand squeezed the handle of his cane, twisting it into his palm. He looked back over his shoulder at the women, just as Belle started laughing, and then strode out the door. He hurried across the street, covering the two blocks back to his shop at a fast clip that made his damaged ankle throb. The pain gave him something to focus on temporarily as he tried and failed to put the conversation out of his mind.

The shop door closed hard, rattling the bell and making it clang harshly. Gold ignored his lunch, setting the bag on the counter by the cash register, and moved through the curtain into the back room. He didn't feel hungry anymore. He barely felt anything except an aching pain in his chest that made it hard to catch his breath.

Belle French was leaving Storybrooke.

He pressed his lips together and sagged on the old cot with his head in his hands. She was light and sweetness and beauty, the one person who saw the possibility of good in him and made him want to be better. She was the love of his life, and he was already bereft at even the thought of never seeing her again.

Of course, he had never told her. He was far too much of a coward for that, and she was far too good for the likes of him. It would have ruined their friendship, and ended the soft, quiet moments he so enjoyed. He love it when she came into his shop and wandered around, asking him about this object or that book, or when she sat down with him for tea, sipped out of vintage china. He lived for their impromptu lunches when they both happened to be at Granny’s, and the evening walks when they were both leaving work at the same time.

She was leaving, and the library would no longer be one of his favorite places, a refuge from the town that looked at him with disdain. Every day he would look across the street and remember the fleeting hours when Belle French was his.

Belle French was drunk.

Maybe not falling down, slurred speech, throwing up in the bar bathroom drunk, but drunk enough that karaoke became a thing she was actually willing to do. She should have stopped at two drinks. She was always a two drink limit girl, but it was her next-to-last day in Storybrooke, and while Ruby and Ariel were wonderful friends, they were terrible influences.

She stared out at the crowded bar, seeing only vague figures and shapes in the glare of the lights, and licked her lips. The screen on the karaoke machine gave her a ten second countdown, and she closed her eyes. She didn’t want to think about the room full of people, half of whom didn’t care who was singing what on stage, or how her choice of song was probably pretty strange after Ruby and Ariel tag-teamed some Taylor Swift. The only thing she wanted in her mind was the one person who would never hear what she was singing, or the words she wanted to say.

Gold frowned down at his drink as he leaned against the bar. The whiskey was mediocre and on top of that it tasted watered down. He set the glass to the side and tried to look inconspicuous. That was difficult since aside from the third Thursday of every month when he collected rent, he otherwise never set foot in the Rabbit Hole. It wasn’t a dive bar exactly, but it was typical of a small town where most patrons wanted nothing more than cheap, domestic beer in a bottle. A few people looked at him strangely, but his usual glower put them off asking any questions about what he was doing there.

He felt foolish watching Belle and her friends, lurking like some kind of creeper in the shadows. They were having so much fun, laughing and singing, spinning each other around in haphazard dances. He’d never really known that kind of freedom, the kind that let him stop caring what others thought and embrace the moment. Except once after getting caught in a light spring shower turned pelting rain, when he’d pulled Belle into the shop to escape the storm. She’d held onto his hand and twirled around and around, her blue eyes sparkling. On impulse he'd waltzed her around the floor, a bit slow and crooked with his ankle, but carefully avoiding knocking the antiques with their elbows. She'd looked up at him, eyes wide and lips parted, mouth begging to be kissed, but the moment passed as soon as it began, and he knew he must have imagined it.

The alcohol burned his throat as he tossed back the last of the awful whiskey, wincing as he swallowed. He was about to leave, when he saw Ruby coaxing Belle up on stage. After a minute or two, the music started and he drew himself back into the darkness.

The song had a lower pitch which made it easy for Belle to hit most of the notes, but she could feel her voice nearly crack as she came to the end of the first verse. She closed her eyes again and tried to put it out of her mind, to do nothing except feel the words and the song and the ache in her heart. When she opened them she almost dropped the microphone.

Gold was standing at the back of the bar.

It was absurd. He never came to the Rabbit Hole, never seemed like the type, but there he was, gazing back at her with a slight smile. The first part of the chorus started and everything seemed to fade around her, as though it was just the two of them. Then she blinked, and suddenly he wasn’t there anymore. Her eyes scanned the room, but the lights were too bright to see the crowd clearly. Most weren’t even looking at the stage or paying her any mind at all.

A tear formed in the corner of her eye as she thought about all the times she'd tried to get her feelings out, tried to see if he felt the same way, only to come to the stark realization that he didn’t. Every one of her subtle advances had been deflected or ignored, and she wasn’t brave enough to make an idiot of herself with followers and balloons and a banner exclaiming her devotion.

He didn’t love her, and that had to be okay.

The song continued, but Belle couldn’t anymore. She set the microphone down and stepped down off the stage, wobbling a bit on in her heels. Ruby came towards her, but she brushed off the contact and marched straight back to their table where she snatched up her purse. She could feel all the eyes in the room on her and it made hers burn as she blinked away more tears.

“Belle, where are you going?” Ruby called out. “And what was with that song?”

Ariel started to follow after Belle, but Ruby caught her by the arm and held her back. “It’s only nine, you can’t leave yet!” Ariel said.

Belle stopped and turned, shaking her head, more at herself and her foolishness than anything else. “I have to go. I’m sorry, I - ” She swiped at her cheeks and gave Ruby a sad, half smile. “I’m sorry.”

Before she stepped through the door of the bar, her eyes jumped to the corner where she thought Gold had been standing. It was still empty.

Perhaps, she thought, he’d never really been there at all.

The streets of Storybrooke were empty, save for a few people standing outside the Rabbit Hole, smoking.

Belle kept her head down and her arms wrapped around herself as she walked. The click of her heels seemed abnormally loud and the street lights reminded her too much of the lights on the stage. She made her way passed the library, and then another three blocks to the street where her small little house was. A little further down was Gold's big Victorian, and she felt a pang for all the moments they had on this very street, saying goodbye to each other before she went inside. She reached in her purse for her keys as she made her way up the front steps, but her fingers fumbled with them and they dropped to the pavement with a metallic clank.

She bent to pick them up, but another hand reached for them first. Startled, she straightened and stepped back, meeting a pair of warm, whiskey brown eyes.

“Adam...” she said, breathless with surprise.

Gold smiled softly, unable to contain the joy he always felt at seeing her. “Belle.”

“I, um,” she stopped and took her keys from his outstretched hand. “I didn’t, uh, expect to see you.”

Tonight. Here. Ever again.

He wasn’t sure which she meant, but he nodded anyway, hands folded on the handle of his cane. “I heard you sing.”

“Oh...” She swallowed. “I - I thought you were there, but...”

“I suppose I was trying not to be seen,” he admitted, giving her a crooked smile.

She smiled back, and swiped at her face again, hoping the low light hid her reddened eyes and streaked makeup.

Silence loomed for a long moment, and Gold felt his nerves stretching thin. “So, you’re leaving.”

She looked away, her eyes naturally going across the street to his shop. “Yeah, uh, it happened kinda fast. I just...I needed a change, you know?”

He nodded again. He didn’t know at all, but whatever made her happy was what he wanted for her. They were quiet again and he squeeze his cane, twisting the end against the pavement. He thought he knew what the song meant, the lyrics about knowing or thinking the other person didn’t love you, didn’t feel the way you did about them, and how moving on was the only option. The words were true. You couldn’t make someone love you, but if they already did and you didn’t know it...

“Well, I should get home,” she said finally, moving to her front door of her little green house. Everything was packed into boxes, but it was still home for the next two days.

Gold’s frustration boiled over and he spun on his heel, his voice louder than he intended for an empty residential street. “Did you mean it?”

Belle paused with her hand on the door, her key sticking out of the lock. “Mean what?” she asked, not looking at him.

“The song,” he clarified, closing the distance between them. “Did you mean it?”

His voice was quieter now, and she could feel him just behind her, could hear her mother’s voice too, as clear as the day she died. Do the brave thing.

“Yes.”

He swallowed hard and squeezed his eyes shut. “Belle...”

She turned, slowly. “Adam, do you...?”

His eyes opened and he reached for her, touching his fingertips to her cheek and grazing them down along her jaw. “Oh, Belle. How could you think I didn’t?”

Her lip trembled as she grabbed for his tie, trying to pull him closer. He moved at the same time, his fingers sliding into her hair to tilt her face up for his kiss. Her arms circled his waist, slipping into his suit jacket as his lips captured hers. A second or two later she was against the door, the wood cold and solid on her back while he was warm and soft at her front. The kiss was rough and messy, weeks and months and years of desire pouring out of them through the insistent press of tongues and the urgent grasping of fingers.

Belle let herself sink back against the door, and shifted one of her hands to get a fistful of his hair. He’d cut it a few months back, from shoulder length to a short crop that showed off how silver it had become in the last year. Though she was disappointed she hadn't gotten her hands on it when it was longer, it was still just as soft as she’d always imagined.

His lungs were burning when he finally broke the kiss, trailing his mouth to her ear and down her neck before he wrapped her in his arms and held her close. “Belle,” he breathed. “Please don’t leave.”

She squeezed him to her and smiled as he pressed a kiss to her neck through her hair. “Never.”

Gold pulled away, his eyes shining with emotion, and waited while she unlocked the door. She held it open for him, and he gave her a shy smile, nervous about what might come next. The deadbolt locked with a sharp click, and she turned, holding out her hand for him to take. He wrapped his warm fingers around hers and let her lead him up the stairs to her bedroom.

The words still hadn’t been said out loud, but they both knew they would be soon.

Meanwhile, back at the Rabbit Hole, Ariel was very excitedly trying to tell Ruby what she’d witnessed on the street outside the library. She’d gone after Belle, knowing her friend was deeply upset, but turned back when she saw Mr. Gold. He'd followed Belle down the street, walking with a determination Ariel had only ever seen when he was hunting down missing rent, and she smiled, sensing that the song might have finally pushed the two idiots to act. However, Ruby was not paying her the least bit of mind, her attention entirely focused on the girl on stage belting out a Hayley Kiyoko song.

Ariel was saying something about Belle and Gold, but that was old news as far as she was concerned. If those two finally worked out their issues and got together, great. It meant her best friend might stay in town after all.

“What’s her name?” Ruby asked, shouting over the music.

Ariel shook her head. “Who?’

Ruby gave her a look and pointed to the stage.

“Oh!” Ariel exclaimed, smiling knowingly. “That’s Mulan...”

In case you're wondering, the song Belle sings is "I Can't Make You Love Me" the Bonnie Raitt version (because that's the only version for me).

[itbethatwaysometime]

Uncharted - Chapter 1

Relationship : James “Bucky” Barnes x Reader

Warnings: nothing yet, but if there is anything I’ll mention it (smut, violence etc.)

Word Count: 2059

Part 2

https://myfandomsbeatcancersass.tumblr.com/post/164981543348/uncharted-part-2

A/N: Hi! This is my very first fanfic post here on Tumblr. This is not my my first fanfic, but I’m still very new:) I’m planning on this to be a very long fic. I think I’m going to post every Thurday but I’m not sure yet... At the moment I already have seven chapters written and I’m not planning on finishing soon. I’m working on this but you can still send in requests for imagines... Hope you enjoy !

*not my gif

Unknown Location. Hydra Base

A venomous voice leaks through the thin walls of the dingy underground base.

“How did you let him slip through your grasp?” The dangerous women asks. She sits  on a chair that stood a foot higher than everyone else. Her demeanour seemed calm, her face as cold as stone, yet her voice was dripping with anger and her eyes held so much contempt.

A yellow light bulb hung right over head, casting a shadow over her face. Only her hands and feet were visible. She was gripping the armrest of her throne with vice and her long legs were crossed and laid diagonally to the floor. Long emerald green boots with sharp teeth adorning the sides glinted in the dim light, threat seeping through every pore.

A man kneeled before her. He was of average height, grey hair slowly taking over his brown locks. His frame was built, but obviously older than most agents. He wore scrappy clothing, his pants were repaired more than once and there were streaks of mud on his boots.

“I-I I don’t know, ma’am. He-e somehow took out all th-the trackers. We c-can’t find them.” he stutters, he’s on his knees hands clutching his sleeves to prevent them from shaking.

“So, you are telling me, that you lost track of the Asset?” she hisses. “You had ONE job.” Her voice finally giving away some of the anger she felt.

“I’m sorry, Madame Viper, please spare me, we will find him again.” He pleads with her.

“Your pathetic attempt at an apology is useless. You are useless. I had high hopes for you Zemo. But, you just let me down.” Madame Hydra tuts. A moment of tense silence goes by,  she finally lifts an elegant hand up. Her fingers wrapping delicately around the velvet leather of her whip, she swings her arm back and strikes him right in the throat, leaving him bleeding to death on the floor. She sighs as she signals some other soldier to take the body away and clean up the mess.

The rest of the audience of the room perks up, standing straighter as her unforgiving gaze passes through them.

“Find him.” She commands, and that’s all the persuasion they need before scurrying off to accomplish their task, hoping that the Lord will spare them of the wrath that is Madame Hydra.

Stark Tower, Avengers Base

Avengers, please go to Conference room B, an urgent meeting has been called on by Nick Fury, F.R.I.D.A.Y says through the coms. A collective groan echoes through the common room as the  members of the team of heroes begrudgingly get up and hurry to the conference room.

Steve is already there leaning on the far wall and Director Fury stands tall, arms linked behind his back.

“God, it’s barely noon, why are we here?” Tony whines, he rubs tiredly at his eyes,  

“Maybe if you weren’t hungover all the god damn time, you’d be awake enough to get herr without bitching.” the director shot back.

“Language.”

As the group settles down, Fury speaks up.

“We have found a potential new recruit,” he pauses as Maria hands out manila files to the Avengers, “We’ve been monitoring her for the last couple of months and she seems to be a perfect match.”

“That’s what you always say.” Tony yawns.

“It’s true.” Sam snickers.

“Alright, settle down, folks. From what we’ve seen she’s mastered more martial arts styles then I can count, she has the mutant ability to create portals and she has an intelligence that can match that of Tony’s and maybe even Banner.” The room goes silent and more than a few eyebrows raise.

“We’ll need two of you to extract the newbie tonight at around nine o’clock, understood?”

Fury says. “I want Cap on this one, whoever goes with him is your decision.” He points at all of them. With one last hard stare towards Tony, Nick exits the room, Maria trailing not far behind.

The moment the door closes, the room fills with uproar.

“Why doesn't Wanda go? She’s a girl, she’ll do better with another chick.” Tony shouts.

“Don’t speak to my sister like that.” Pietro retorts.

“Why don’t you go with Stevie, he likes you best.” Nat asks Sam, he rolls his eyes in response. “I’ve already checked on newbies, last time didn’t go well, I’m not going this time.”

“You know what, Vision should go.” Clint suggests. “I”m pretty sure we shouldn’t send in the red, powerful, synthetic being to go get the newbie. For all we know he’ll just pass through the wall of this girl’s apartment.” Tony snaps back. They all nod in agreement.

“You know what,” Steve speaks up, taking the powerful ‘Cap voice’,” Tony you’re coming with me.”

“What?” The man cries out in shock.

“Yep, Tony, you’re coming with me whether you like it or not. Everyone in this room has been sent to scout a new recruit at least once, except for you.” Tony gives him a ‘I’m done with your Star spangled ass’ look.

He groans, “Fine. But, you’re buying me shawarma.” Steve rolls his eyes.

“We’re leaving at 8:30 pm”.

Everyone exits the room to do whatever heroes do on their day off.

——————————

Your POV

“Ok, avocados, roman lettuce, cucumbers, olive oil, coconut oil, tomatoes, milk, oranges, strawberries…” you were walking through the isles of your local grocery store, going through you mental checklist making sure you didn’t forget anything.

You placed the items in your cart and once you were confident you didn’t forget anything, you went to pay.

“Would you like a bag?”  The 16 year-old snot nosed cashier asked you.

“Yes, please.” You answer. He nonchalantly passes you two plastic bags, not bothering to actually help you on this ‘very’ busy Wednesday evening. You carry your groceries to your second hand car, get in, and drive back to your tiny 3 1/2 apartment. How strangely domestic, you thought to yourself.

Yet, you liked it. As a kid you were always one for adrenaline. After your parents died, you were passed through so many foster homes, it was an ironic game of hot potato. You ended up leaving the system and fending for yourself. The powers definitely helped out a lot. You found out you had them when you were maybe twelve, almost thirteen. You were running away from some bullies and ended up cornered in an alley, instead of panicking, you just ran straight through the wall. Throughout the years, you trained yourself to be a strong and independent woman, studying hard in school and training hard on your own.

You hummed to the generic song on the radio when you turn the corner of the street that lead to your apartment. You lived in a quiet part of Manhattan that was a little sketchy but you didn’t mind. The old building was made out of classic red bricks with stairs leading up to each apartment complex.

You juggle your groceries and try to open your door without dropping your keys. You don’t want to be the victim in a cheesy horror movie.

You flick the lights open and walk into your tiny home. It’s small, but cozy. Right behind the front door is a small hallway where you put down your jacket, your shoes and your keys. You walk down a couple of steps and there’s your kitchen, dining table, couch and TV. And, when you go back to the hallway on the left, there’s your bedroom.

You drop all your groceries in the kitchen go take a quick shower.

After, you start cooking your dinner. As a kid you had a lot of free time, so all you did was absorb information, as much as you could take in.  You didn’t make friends to easily, partially because you were shy, but mostly because you didn't trust easily. You were always suspicious,  your father taught you to be. When you started living on your own, you were so focused on your studies and your training that not having much of a social life never really bothered you. Friends came and went, but you somehow always ended up on your own.

You connect your phone to your wireless speaker and start playing some music. You press shuffle and the loud guitar riffs of Iron Man by Black Sabbath fills your ears. You start cutting up the ingredients and adding some oil to the pan, adding the onions in and letting the caramelise slowly. Another song comes to an end. You’re left with the gentle sizzle of th—.

“I like her already, she has good taste in music.” You hear a somehow familiar voice come from right outside your apartment door. You could tell that there were two men standing outside your home. You silently close the stove and turn off your phone. You walk carefully to your room, avoiding the creaky wooden panels. You pull out your 9mm and put your back to the wall waiting for their next move. They sounded pretty nice, but you were always cautious.

“Hi, (Y/n). Could you let us in? We would like to talk to you about a sensitive topic that would be better discussed in private.” The second voice said. How the hell does he know my name?

You don’t respond.

———————

Steve’s POV

“Tony you can’t just break down the door!” He tells him. Jesus, what was he thinking?

“No, of course not. I can’t break down the door… but you can.” The smaller man says happily, as if he just cracked the Da Vinci Code. The Captain puts a hand to his head and sighs disapprovingly.

“(Y/n), we promise we aren’t going to hurt you. Just open the door please.” He prods gently.

“Are you serious? ‘We aren’t going to hurt you’,” he repeats mockingly,” you heard Fury, she’s smart, that won’t work.” Steve rolls his eyes for what seems like the millionth time today, that’s the effect Tony has on people.

“Ok, we’re coming in.” “Finally.”

He lays his hand on the handle and easily twists it off the door, it swings back with a small creak. The smell of a dinner being cooked immediately fills their noses.

“Jeez, she can cook too?” Tony whispers.

The apartment was tiny, he could barely fit in the first hallway that leads to the kitchen, thank  god he didn’t bring his shield, he would've been stuck. The stove was obviously left in a hurry, the spatula left messily to the side, the pan was still emitting a bit of steam; she’s still here. He hears Tony click on his gadget thing over his wrist and holds it up instinctively.

He motions his hand toward the door that’s about six feet away from them. She’s in there.

A small gush of wind blows their face and they stare at each other confusedly. A small swoosh accompanied with Tony yelping and swearing forces him to turn around in the tight space. He sees Tony, now kneeling on the floor, his mini propellor useless on the side with his hands in handcuffs behind his back.

“What the FUCK lady?” Tony yells. He turns around again and sees a small woman with (h/c) hair holding a gun up. She was wearing a loose AC/DC shirt with a pair of comfortably looking grey shorts.

“Who are you and why did you break into my apartment?” she asks, her voice calm and collected.

“Look, we just wanted to talk, we promise we aren’t here to harm you in any way.” he says reassuringly. She scoffs. “Are you serious?”

“I told you it wouldn't work.” Tony remarks from behind him. She tilts her head to the side and stares intently at him.

“Why is Tony Stark in my hallway? And why is Captain America also in my hallway after,” you look to your broken down door,” after assaulting my door?Aren’t you supposed to stand for justice or something like that.” She puts her gun down and sneaks a glance at Cap who looks down sheepishly. She walks around him and Tony, kneeling on the floor, to flick the light switch, finally illuminating the two intruders faces.

Needless to say, that was not the reaction he was expecting.

[bucky-rhymeswith-lucky]

In Any Universe

So yeah, another song-based fanfic (sort of).

Depressingly enough, the song is Happier once again. I like to think Bruce and Thor weren’t in the scene to be part of the spell, but they would be one of the people who would try to get them out (I really have a hard time writing those two, so I’m sorry ;-;).

(I’ll follow up part 2 as soon as I can, which isn’t much, but whatever. Enjoy!)

Steve really hated magic.

Not because there’s no certainty to it as other people say, because after running into Loki a few (hundred) times in the past year it really showed Steve how damn true the God forsaken thing is, but because magic has this way of revealing too much of who he is. The times that the magic spell was directed at him, it was revealed to the Avengers how miserable, left out, and lonely Steve was underneath the suit and the muscle.

After all, admittedly, Steve is always going to be the small and weak Brooklyn boy he was before the serum, before everything.

But for fuck’s sake, the team does not need to know.

So yeah, Steve hated magic. Though after a few more run-ins Steve came to the realization that magic probably hated him as much as he does, which says a lot about his luck, really.

And, well, yeah. He hates himself too for that. Steve was stuck between wincing and blushing when he realized his inner conscious sounds a lot like a certain genius.

“Is everyone okay?” Steve asked as soon as they landed on something solid, versus on how they were dropped with a sudden feeling of vertigo 0.5 seconds ago.

“Well, for one I feel like puking because of whatever Loki just did to us, but I’m fine,” Bucky said, making Steve roll his eyes with a fond grin. Clint snorted as he pushed himself off the ground, already holding an arrow in one hand and a bow in another.

“You always feel like puking, Barnes. I’ll hold your hair back for you, if you want,” Clint said, and gave Bucky a shit-eating grin when the man shoved him hard enough for him to hit the other wall on their side. 

“Shut up lovebirds. Does JARVIS know where we are, Stark?” Natasha said, calm and collected, the same time Steve scolded Clint and Bucky to keep quiet. Though he hated himself for turning to Tony attentively as soon as he can, which of course made Bucky (that bastard) snicker.

“Yeah. JARVIS says we’re in another universe, which is not surprising seeing we got Loki’d once again, and other than that we’re lost, really,” Tony said, his voice sounding a little bit mechanical because of the suit, though Steve liked it all the same.

(That piece of information is irrelevant, but of course when it comes to Tony possibly anything that is not Tony is irrelevant.)

(Steve really needs to get his act together and focus on the situation.)

“Thanks, Iron Man. Listen Avengers, we have no idea where we are, so all of you know what to do,” Steve said, putting his shield on his back and facing the rest of the team. “We keep our eyes open for any threats, get as much intel as we can, and then figure out how to get out of here along the way. Clear?” Steve instructed with a serious tone.

“I love it when you talk dirty, Cap,” Tony teased, and Steve curses the cowl for not being able to hide most of his blush that no one paid attention too anyway, except from the knowing looks on Natasha’s part, “but we should probably get other clothes that don’t scream ‘superhero team from a different dimension’“, Tony added, and Steve inwardly groan.

Yeah, Steve really hated magic.

They ended up in a theater, sitting in one of the seats in the middle.

After finding casual clothes (a rather long, horrific story that Steve really wants to forget) to walk around in, they retraced their steps back to an alley that is apparently behind a theater. Steve, along with Natasha and Bucky, felt as if the theater has something big to contribute in whatever universe they were in, like it was some sort of clue as to why they were here, so they ended up buying tickets (”I’m not a billionaire for nothing, Steve.”) to watch whatever show there was.

“Been a long time since I went to one of these,” Clint muttered, and Steve had to agree. Bucky hummed his agreement, while Natasha simply waited for the show to start, eyes flickering to every stranger that enter as she keep her eyes out for threats. 

At his left side, Tony scoffed.

“My parents forced me to go on these shows for business; it gets sickening after the first fifty times,” Tony said, his eyes never leaving the stage, and Steve only had a second to wonder what exactly does theater have to do with business before the audience in front started clapping as the host (well, assuming that is the host) walked to the center of the stage.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! I bet all of you are thrilled for the show!” The host greeted cheerfully, and Steve can’t stop the chuckle that escaped his lips at Clint, Bucky, and Tony giving their own version of sarcastic ‘yays’ and others, and finds that Natasha also smiled and rolled her eyes at the three. The rest of the audience, as Steve noticed, are pretty thrilled.

Steve has to admit that he is a bit curious on what’s the show about.

“Very well!” The host said, satisfied with the crowd’s reaction. “I won’t hold this out for long. Let us all welcome our very talented and absolutely handsome singer and songwriter, Steve Rogers!” The crowd cheered, and Steve is stuck between going pale and blushing.

Oh no oh no oh no oh no--

“Holy shit,” Tony whispered as Clint whooped and Bucky shoved his arm, not that Steve really felt it as he go numb from embarrassment. Natasha raised an eyebrow at his reaction, but he kept staring at the stage as the host left and out came the Steve Rogers of this universe they’re in.

Steve paled.

It was a pre-serum Steve, on stage, about to sing a probably self-written song, since he was a songwriter after all.

It wasn’t even him on the stage, but he wants to puke (and possibly pull Other Steve off the stage).

“Oh my God,” Clint breathed out as Other Steve started to speak, and he felt Tony squeeze his arm in comfort, whispering in his ear to breathe.

“So, uh, this is a song I wrote called ‘Happier’, and it’s for-” Other Steve stopped suddenly, eyes searching the audience until his eyes settled on the entrance of the theater. Steve turned to follow his gaze, and saw another version of Tony. He’s pretty sure he heard Tony stop breathing from beside him as he immediately snap his eyes to the front, having a quick conversation with himself of how pathetic he would look if he puked right now.

He knew the look Other Steve gave Other Tony. It’s the look he always gave Tony whenever Tony found a date or someone to fuck for the night.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck---

“Uh, I hope you enjoy it,” Other Steve said instead, and Other Tony went to sit right in front of Steve. On the other hand, Clint, Bucky, and Natasha are clearly stuck between laughing or comforting Steve as Tony clearly get the same reaction as Steve, which is hyperventilating and trying to look for the nearest exit to run out of.

Steve was long gone past that though, he’d take a hammer and try to hit his head until his skull cracks and the serum cannot fix it. Though he’s not sure he could do that anymore, since it was the time Other Steve started to strum his guitar. 

“Think you can do that too?” Tony whispered in his ear, making it extra quiet for Other Tony not to hear them. “I don’t know,” Steve answered, wincing as he hear his voice waver slightly. If Tony noticed, he didn’t say anything, which made Steve grateful.

Walking down 29th and park I saw you in another's arms Only a month we've been apart You look happier

Other Steve sang, and Steve just wanted to die, really. Contrary to popular belief, Steve would rather die than see another version of himself confess to another version of Tony. Clint and Bucky seemed to settle on quietly laughing on the irony of things, and Natasha hit them both on the back of their heads at least twice before agreeing with them. Tony was silently watching him, and he knew it.

Saw you walk inside a bar He said something to make you laugh I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours Yeah you look happier, you do

Steve still wasn’t breathing quite right, but he told himself to inhale and exhale properly.

Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you But ain't nobody love you like I do Promise that I will not take it personal baby If you're moving on with someone new

‘Dammit’, Steve thought as his heart start to ache, each word hitting too close to home.

Cause baby you look happier, you do My friends told me one day I'll feel it too And until then I'll smile to hide the truth But I know I was happier with you

“Well damn, other you is a real music genius,” Natasha said, and Tony hummed his agreement. They all became quiet as Other Steve ran down the stage and out the door as fast as he could, Other Tony’s voice as he shouted after him drowning in the applause of the audience.

Natasha, Clint, and Bucky stood up to run after them, and Steve inwardly groaned before standing up and doing the same. He could hear Tony’s footsteps follow him as they run, and Natasha gestured for them to stop behind the wall that leads to the alley. Clint and Bucky stop behind the other wall just before Other Steve and Other Tony began talking.

“Steve, what was that about?” Other Tony asked a bit breathlessly, and there was a short moment of silence before Other Steve talked.

“It was about a friend, okay? That’s all,” Other Steve said defensively, making Steve wince and thank the Lord he was behind Natasha and in front of Tony. Other Tony, on the other hand, scoffed.

“A friend, huh? Steve, that’s bullshit. Who exactly is it? Peggy?” Steve winced at the name once again. “Sharon? How about--”

“It’s about you, okay?!” Other Steve said, and Steve swore that he felt the bile in his throat. “It’s about you, and how I still love you even if you’re in love with Pep-” The sentence was cut abruptly, and after a few progressing seconds Steve realized they were kissing.

Steve wished the ground would just swallow him up.

“You’re stupid, you know that?” Other Tony whispered, and if it weren’t for his super-soldier serum he wouldn’t have heard it clearly. “It’s always been you, Steve. It’s always been you.” They kissed once again, and as a sudden light begin to swallow the Avengers all Steve could think was “Thank the Lord.”

Poor Steve, thinking it was all over.

I’m guessing this would be at least 4 parts?? I’m not sure, but this is certainly not the end.

So yeah, it might take a week for me to post again, but I’ll make sure to start something right after posting this so I hope you guys liked this! (Reblogs and comments are appreciated :) also constructive criticism.)

[gracemyface]

Talent Show (McCall + Hale  Packs x Younger!McCall!Reader)

Key: Y/n – Your name          F/c – favorite color Warnings – Sad themes Song Used – Another Empty Bottle by Katy McAlister None of the members of either pack knew you were going to sing, you kind of hoped they just wouldn’t show up. Sure, they had all repeatedly told you that you had a nice singing voice and that you should always join one of these talent show things but that wasn’t what you were afraid of, it was the song you were performing. You wrote it yourself, it was based on your life really. It’s about a girl who just wanted to be loved and for her parents to love each other, eventually she kills herself because she believes it’s the only way to receive it. Not that you were planning on it it’s just that you couldn’t help thinking that everything would be better if you did, maybe it was just the message that came across. You were up next and the other person was nearly done, you just hoped you wouldn’t puke on stage. You stretched your fingers as the person stepped through the curtains again, giving you a thumbs up and pat on the back. You stepped out as they just finished putting the piano in place, you turned to the judges and the audience as your F/c dress spun around with you. You heard a collective audible gasp from the pack, your mom, stiles’ dad, and Alisson’s dad because they all knew how bad your anxiety was. “Hello what is your name and what will you be doing for us today?” The kind woman asked with a smile, you tried to return one “My name is Y/n McCall. I will be singing and playing a song that I wrote that touches on the subject of what my growing up was like”. The judges and audience clapped but you could see the confused looks of your family and friends, you ignored them and sat down on the piano bench. You put the microphone in the stand before beginning to play the song… “Momma was a bit naïve and her Daddy was a blinded thief He went and stole away what was left of the remains of a family She'd hide away behind a door she kept locked But the walls weren't thick enough to block out The angry noises of the voices that once soothed her to sleep

And she lies tonight Underneath the caving roof And she cries tonight Wondering what she can do And she tries tonight Remembering who she once knew But they've died inside Another empty bottle takes a life This world can be so cruel She lives her life as a broken tool And she believes she's unable to fix this broken machine And what's the use to throw yourself at love If in the end it never seems enough To be able to get through all of a life's broken dreams She watched her father live in regret She heard her mother cry in an empty bed And she swears this is the best life gets

Oh, and she lies tonight Underneath the caving roof And she cries tonight Wondering what she could do And she tries tonight But she's out of memories that she once knew And she dies inside Another empty bottle takes a life” At this point there was an interlude, you didn’t need to have supernatural hearing to know that there were a handful of people crying already. Your fingers ached and so did your heart, this song hurt to sing but you could manage just to get your point across. The lyrics began again… “And every little bit, every little bit of her wants to see the light Oh, but every single night another little bit of her dies inside She's trapped in her mind She feels more alive, she feels more alive In her own dreams And she's wondering what's beyond the sky, could she see the light if she falls asleep? Oh, 'cause she feels more alive in her own dreams

So tonight she lies Lifted up through her own roof Dried eyes tonight There's nothing more that she could do And they cry tonight The daughter that they hardly knew And she's lost in time Another empty bottle takes a life” You ended the song with a voice crack, pulling your fingers away after a few final drifting notes. As soon as your hands were no longer touching the ivory keys and your voice no longer sang the words that had broken their hearts the people cheered, and loud. You could barely hear your own heartbeat in your ears as you got up and bowed, all cheering died down for the judges to speak.  They looked at you speechless before the first one held up a sign ‘10’, your breath caught I your throat as the next was ‘9’ and the final one was a ‘10’ as well. You had the most points and your song had one you the competition, your first competition like this. “Congrats Little McCall!” Erika whooped, you blushed and covered your face making the crowd chuckle. “Serious congratulations to the winner of our talent show, Y/n McCall! Your prizes are this trophy-” The judge in the middle said, stopping to refer to the tall golden trophy next to her. “A four-hundred-dollar check and if you choose to you can move on to the finals and there is a chance of a scholarship to a performing arts college” She finished and you gasped, covering your mouth with your hands as happy tears trailed down your face. “Thank you” You managed to croak out and they all smiled, the entire crowd. You got off stage and ran to the area where your associates were, Scott scooped you up and swung you around. “That was amazing!” He said, leaving sloppy gross kisses all over your face that made you groan. “You have a beautiful voice” Lydia said as she and Allison pried you from Scott’s overemotional big brother hug, each pulling you into a hug themselves. “That was badass!” Erika said squeezing your arm and Boyd pat your head “Truly”. Derek smiled at you, completely catching you off guard, and pat your back “Warn me next time”. Stiles picked you up like Scott did, John pulled you away and said his congratulations before dragging his son away. Isaac held your hand for a bit and that made you smile, you blushed thoroughly and stuttered a thank you to his complements on your outfit and voice. Finally, after going through so many of your family and close friends, you saw your mother who was wiping her face and blowing her nose with a hand kerchief. “Oh my talent show baby” She said, pulling you into her chest and kissing your forehead. “Thank you mom” You whispered into her hair as the judges walked over with your prizes….maybe Talent shows were your thing after all….      

[mori-sketchbook]

:333333 every one of those questions for both you and Andras.

sometimes meesh….. somtimes

(1) Do You Sleep With Your Closet Doors Open Or Closed?

closed! they are full length mirros

(2) Do You Have Freckles?

only when super tanned

(3) Can You Whistle?

nope *cries*

(4) Last Song You Listened To.

All Star, which i normally cant stand cuz it gets stuck in my head like no ones business but this was a surprisingly good cover

(5) What Is Your Favourite Colour?

i usually default to maroon/burgundy but i think gold is inching into first place

(6) Relationship Status.

engaged

(7) What Is The Temperature Right Now?

15′C but muggy as all hell

(8) Did You Wake Up Cranky?

oh boy did i

(9) How Many Followers?

1,129

(10) Zodiac Sign.

Sagittarius

(11) What Is Your Eye Colour?

blue but with marbley grey

(12) Take A Vitamin Daily?

yes, but i should take more tbh

(13) Do You Sing In The Shower?

yeah but i never remember the words so just mumble along

(14) What Books Are You Reading?

Half Blood Prince audio book

fun(ish) fact, i was super into reading until the good ol’ depression killed my ability to read so i started listening to audio books recently as a part of my therapy and the harry potter series has a very clear ramp up in difficulty as they age so i figured it’d be a great way of working my way up again

(15) Grab The Book Nearest To You, Turn To Page 64, Give Me Line 14.

There is one, and only one, advantage to somebody who cannot play the violin insisting on doing so anyway, and the advantage is that they often play so loudly that they cannot hear if the audience is having a conversation.

(16) Favourite Anime?

Shirokuma Cafe!

(17) Last Person You Cried In Front Of?

Kaedian :’>

(18) Do You Collect Anything?

movie props!

(19) What Did You Have For Lunch?

a little pizza~

(20) Do You Dance In The Car?

i can barely sit in a car im so tall let alone dance

(21) Favourite Animal?

sometimes sharks, sometimes octopi, sometimes armadillos

(22) Do You Watch The Olympics?

opening cermonies and anything with beefy ladies *cough*

oh and archery!

(23) What Time Do You Usually Go To Bed?

aim for 11/12 but as for actually falling asleep…..

(24) Are You Wearing Makeup Right Now?

only a little, not been taking care of myself lately tbh

(25) Do You Prefer To Swim In A Pool Or The Ocean?

pool maybe? but id rather just sit and look at the ocean

(26) Favourite Tumblr Blog?

eh?? no real fave but Clients from Hell is always a good read

(27) Bottled Water Or Tap Water?

neither

(28) What Makes You Happy?

*stares into the camera*

(29) Post A Gif Of What You’re Currently Feeling Right Now.

(30) Do You Study Better With Or Without Music?

if im taking stuff in, with music, if im writing stuff down, without

(31) Dogs Or Cats?

doggos but i do love cats too

(32) If You Were A Crayon What Colour Would You Be?

some weird offshoot pastel grey

(33) PlayStation Or Xbox.

i guess playstation, i;ve owned a ps1/ps2/psp but no xbox

(34) Would You Swim In The Lake Or Ocean?

if we’re talking idyllic waterfall lagoon from some fantasy book then lake, if not then neither pls

(35) Do You Believe In Magic?

(36) What Colour Shirt Are You Wearing?

grey NASA tee

(37) Can You Curl Your Tongue?

no it confuses me how people have control over those muscles (ears too wtf)

(38) Do You Save Money Or Spend It?

i go through periods of saving then periods of spending

(39) Is There Anything Pink Within 10 Feet Of You?

 a lighter

(40) Do You Have Any Obsessions Right Now?

i guess the history of Hyperion (Borderlands) and the departments in the Ministry (Harry Potter)

i tend to hyper focus one aspect rather than a franchise as a whole

(41) Have You Ever Caught A Butterfly?

only to save, leave them be pls

(42)Are You Easily Influenced By Other People?

initially yeah but then those people quickly become an annoyance and everything they do annoys me

(43) Do You Have Strange Dreams?

i have the blandest dreams ever as can be seen here

(44)Do You Like Going On Airplanes?

i dont dislike them but the longer the flight the more claustro i get

(45) Name One Movie That Made You Cry.

Up, in the cinema, front row with my crying friends, you know the scene

(46) Peanuts Or Sunflower Seeds?

sunflower seeds pls

(47) If I Handed You A Concert Ticket Right Now, Who Would You Want The Performer To Be?

it was a life goal to see David Bowie in concert :’

i guess either Pulp if they ever toured again or just whoever puts on the best show

(48) Are You A Picky Eater?

ill try anything in a restaurant but at home with everyday meals i am put off by food a whole bunch

(49) Are You A Heavy Sleeper?

maybe??? its hell to get me to sleep but once im out i think i stay out pretty well

(50) Do You Fear Thunder / Lightning?

no i LOVE it

(51) Do You Like To Read / Write?

in theory…

(52) Do You Like Your Music Loud?

pls no

(53) Would You Rather Carve Pumpkins Or Wrap Presents?

pumpkins i guess but not by much

(54) Put Your Music On Shuffle, What Is The First Song That Came Up?

Mariner’s Revenge - Decemberists

(55) What Season Are You In Right Now? (Weather)

summerino

(56)What Are You Craving Right Now?

i can still taste that pizza so im good for the moment, it will be chocolate tho, its always chocolate

(57) Post A Screenshot Of Your Tumblr Feed.

no that’s weird

(58) What Is Your Gender?

…..nope

(59) Coffee Or Tea?

Coffee~

(60) Do You Have Any Homework Right Now? If So, What Is It About?

nothing official

(61) What Is Your Sexuality?

Pansexual/Polyamorous

(62) Do You Make Your Bed In The Morning?

not even a little :’>

(63) Favourite Pokemon?

(64) Favourite Social Media?

i tend to avoid it really, i dont wanna know what ur doing sorry

(65) What’s Your Opinion On Instagram Stories?

i dont even know what they are? if theyre the same as snapchat stories then??? theyre fine i guess

(66) Do You Get Homesick?

not so much homesick as “omg i need to get home im having a panic attack”

(67) Are You A Virgin?

nop

(68) What Shampoo And Conditioner Are You Using Right Now?

original source i think?? just get whatever

(69) If You Were Far From Home And Needed To Sleep For The Night, Would You Choose To Rent A Crappy Motel Room For $60 Or Sleep In Your Car For Free?

Car for sure

(70) Are Both Of Your Blood Parents Still In Your Life?

nope

(71) Whats The Next Movie You Want To See In Theaters?

it was Atomic Blonde until i heard about all the queer baiting and shit, and i would’ve watched it regardless cuz kickass older woman beating people up but theres enough violence against queer people as it is

(72) Do You Miss Your Ex?

would you like to pick between, abusive ex number 1, abusive ex number 2, friend who we got together cuz we were being pressured by friends and realised we were just friends, ex who was obsessed with me and i didn’t feel anything for but you’re too young to realise that shit aint love, ex who was so torn up about his sexuality he seemed to genuinely fear admitting it or the ex who i never technically got together with but was in love with but had no idea how to go about it cuz “healthy” and “relationshop” where not two words that belonged in the same sentence according to past experience

honestly the best relationship i ever had before Kae was just a friend who was there for me after being abused and we fucked from time to time and there was no “going out” aspect to drag us down

(73) What Is Your Favourite Quote Right Now?

shrug, never been one for quotes

(74) What Eye Colour Do You Find Sexiest?

green i guess?? gimmi unnatural contacts, they can be sexy, i never see a natural eye colour and think “i wanna bone that” tho

(75) Did You Like Swinging As A Child? Do You Still Get Excited When You See A Swing Set?

dont have a question about sexiness followed by a question about swinging and expect my brain not to go there

but yes swings are the best i love them

(76) What Was The Last Thing You Ate?

leetle pizza

(77) What Games Do You Have On Your Phone?

WoW companion App is the closest to a game, D&D character sheet app too

(78) Would You Give A Homeless Person CPR If They Were Dying? Why Or Why Not?

wtf yes???

(79) Been On The Computer For 5 Hours Straight?

ask me if ive been OFF the computer for 5 hours straight

(80) Stalked Someone On A Social Network?

no i actively avoid most of those sites, tumblr is the closest but i tend to follow the art only blogs of people anyway

(81) Do You Like Meeting New People?

in theory???? but generally no

(82) Do You Wear Rings? If You Do, Take A Picture Of Them.

i do, always at least 2, a spinning ring for anxiety and a spiral copper band. will wear more if feeling fancy

(83) Do You Sleep With Your Bedroom Door Open Or Closed?

bed is on a mezzanine but the other doors are clsoed

(84) What Are Three Things You Did Today?

walked the doggo, talked to landlord, avoided a withheld number who was ringing for like a solid 5 minutes leave me alone

(85) What Do You Wear To Bed?

i just take off my jeans and sleep in that

(86) List All Of Your Different Beauty Products You Have Right Now.

ughhh soap scrubs, face cream, sea salt hairspray, coconut oil…errr makeup/nail varnish i guess i dunno

(87) Are You A Day Or Night Person?

is neither an option

(88) List All Of Your Video Games On Your Phone, Console Etc.

*groans* n-no thats way too much effort

(89) Tell Me About A Dream That You Had And When It Happened.

i dreamed a was in a shop (well.. it was a white void with a single shelf) and i picked up a mug and looked at it. that was it. the endand it was a couple months ago

(90) Favourite Soda Drink?

hmmm cherry coke or fanta

(91) What Sounds Are Your Favourite?

audible ones

crunchy leaves are good? OMG wait no that echoing ice crack sound on massive lakes that stuff is the best

(92) Do You Wear Jeans Or Sweats More?

jeans

(93) How Do You Look Right Now?

exhausted

(94) Name Something That Relaxes You.

if only i knew

(95) What Tattoo Do You Want?

hmmm ive considered my sigils but the act of marking them on my skin is a whole part of the process for me so maybe not, geometric stiff is my jam tho, i dont like “picture” tattoos

(96) Favourite YouTuber?