#today i learned matt’s hair is. green.

[misuhmane]

face refs. ig

[mattitties]

welcome to paradise - matt sturniolo

drummer!matt is my new favorite matt.

smutty af 😘

I walk down the hallway towards my boyfriend Matt’s room, hearing the familiar sound of drumming. I can’t quite recognize the song today, but it does sound a bit reminiscent of “Welcome to Paradise” by Green Day. I open the door ever so slightly and poke my head in. His drum kit faces the wall, so he’s completely turned away from me, and he has his headset on as he pounds onto the kit.

He’s not one to enjoy having an audience when he drums, but he’s more used to me watching him now, so I close the door quietly, tiptoe to his bed, and sit down to watch the rest of the song. 

Matt is obviously attractive, anyone with eyes can see that, but when he drums, he only gets hotter. The amount of passion and energy he puts into it, the way his hair gets all messy as he starts to sweat and his cheeks get flushed, the way his fingers hold the drumsticks; there’s nothing that turns me on more than watching him drum.

I’m lost in my own world thinking about him that my eyes glaze over, stuck on him. I don’t even realize when he finishes the song and turns around and sees me.

“Babeeee?” he calls out, finally catching my attention. “You get lost in your thoughts over there?”

I blush and nod. “Yeah, a little. Sorry.”

He comes over to the bed and lays on top of me, giving me small kisses on my cheeks and lips. “When did you get here?”

“Just a minute ago. Was that Welcome to Paradise?” I ask.

His face lights up. “Yeah!! Oh my God, I can’t believe you recognized it. I thought I was getting it all wrong.”

“Of course I did! You don’t give yourself enough credit, baby, you’re really fucking good.”

“Well I just learned that song this morning so…” he shrugs before kissing me deeper. “You like watching me play?”

“Mhm,” I say into his lips. “It’s sooooo hot. Gets me all worked up.”

“Yeah?” he asks teasingly. I’m about to slip my tongue into his mouth when he gets up. 

“Ay! Come back!” I say.

“No, no, it’s fine, come here a sec.” He sits back on his drumming stool and motions me to come over, so I get up and stand next to him. He looks up at me, then at his lap, then me again. “Sit.”

“Like, facing you, or…?” 

He grabs my hips and sets me down on his lap so I’m straddling him. “I’m gonna start to play a song, and every time you guess correctly you get a kiss. And maybe I take off my shirt or something,” he smirks.

“Okay, okay. I’m ready,” I tell him excitedly.

He starts drumming a song, and I know immediately what it is. 

“Come Together, but that was too easy. Make them harder!” I say, smiling when he pulls me in for a kiss.

“Well I want to kiss you, so no, they’re gonna stay easy. Next!” He starts drumming again, and this one takes me a little longer.

“Ummmm…” I listen for a few more seconds. “Oh! Walk This Way!”

“Good job!” He kisses me again. This goes on for a few more songs, but each kiss gets longer and deeper, and we both get needier. By the 6th song I guess, I’m ready to jump his bones, so when he kisses me again, I wrap my arms around his neck and move my hips. I’m already sat directly on his crotch, so my movements aren’t missed by him.

He sets the drumsticks down without opening his eyes and grabs my ass with both hands, helping me grind more. 

We’re breathing heavier into each other, subtly whining and groaning every so often. I’m getting wetter by the second, and he’s rock hard. 

“Matt,” I whine. “I need you.”

“Yeah?” He asks. “You wanna ride me baby? Right here?”

“Uh huh,” I say, lifting up for a second so I can pull my skirt up and push my underwear to the side. As I’m doing this, he pulls his dick out of his sweatpants and briefs, jerking it a few times to spread his precum down. I’m about to sink back down, but instead I get on my knees on the floor in front of him.

I lick a stripe up his shaft as my thumb runs over his slit. 

“Ohhhh, fuck baby,” he groans, collecting my hair into a loose ponytail. 

I moan as I take him in my mouth, swirling my tongue and sucking just his tip at first, then getting lower and lower each time I come back. His stomach is heaving as he hits the back of my throat. 

“Baby- fuck, I’m gonna cum.” 

My eyes are watering as I look up at him, feeling his cock twitch in my mouth. I pull off of him and stand up, taking my underwear off completely. His dick is throbbing, leaking, and red, and he groans at the loss of contact.

“Poor baby,” I say. “Thought you were gonna cum in my mouth?”

I don’t give him any time to respond before I straddle him again and sink down, completely bottoming out on him as we gasp together.

“Ohhh, that’s it, baby girl,” he mumbles. “Mmmmm, so fucking tight for me.”

I nod and stay still for a moment, putting my head in his neck as I let myself adjust to his size.

“You okay baby?” he asks.

“Mhm.” I begin moving my hips rhythmically, and he runs his hands, calloused from the drumsticks, up my back, lifting my shirt off in the process. 

His eyes light up the second he sees I’m not wearing a bra, and he immediately dips his head and starts sucking on my right nipple, rolling my left between his thumb and index finger. 

“So perfect, angel,” he talks into my skin, his tongue lapping at my nipple.

I moan at the contact and run my fingers into his long hair, somewhat damp and curly from the sweat of him drumming, as I start to bounce on his lap. 

He groans in pleasure. “Yeah baby. Ride my cock just like that.” 

All I can do is moan and whine, the sounds of our thighs slapping filling the room as I come down harder and harder with each thrust. He’s holding my ass with one hand and my hip with the other, thrusting his hips up to meet mine.

He’s filling me up so deep that I can’t focus on anything else. He tries to kiss me, but I can’t even align my lips with his, so he opts for sucking and kissing my neck instead.

“Fuck,” I whine. “I’m gonna cum, oh god.”

“Yeah? So am I. Gonna fill you up and watch it drip out of you after, got it?”

I nod in response as I feel myself get closer and closer to my end. I’m moaning with every thrust, and before I can stop myself, I’m clenching around him, crying out in pleasure into his neck.

“Mmmmmm, fuck, gonna cum inside you angel,” he mutters.

He’s pounding up into me like a wild animal, squeezing my hips as I feel his dick twitch inside of me. 

He slows down, wrapping his arms tightly around me. We sit there for a few moments, just breathing each other in. 

“You really like me drumming, huh?” he says into my neck.

“Uh huh,” I reply. “It’s so fucking hot.”

He pulls his head back and kisses me, deep and hard. “I’ll drum for you every fuckin day if this is the kind of treatment I get from it.”

I laugh and slowly stand up, both of us hissing at the loss of contact. He stares at my pussy, still clenching and leaking our cum down my thighs, then touches me lightly to collect it all before sucking it off his fingers. 

I lean down and give him a soft kiss, enveloping his tongue, then pull my underwear back on as he puts his dick back in his own underwear.

“Come sit back down, I’ll teach you how to play something.”

[thescaryhyperfem]

" Go To #his name is testosterone "

👅 ~ FUNBUS / FRANCIS / TRASHER [[ she/her or he/it ]]

👑 MW+SCP+MORE !! MINOR (14)

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longer intro (recommended) + sonas:

Ayy guys, my name is Francis, but I also go by Funbus, SCPFunbus, Dr Funbus, Trasher, Crasher, and Fishy (really, any name works lol). I am 14 years old, do not follow or reblog me if you have 'minors DNI' and do not try to have funny business with me. I have autism (diagnosed), I'm self diagnosed with NPD and BPD.

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I am also a mudskipper and salmon otherkin. Therian is not the word that fits me, so I call myself an otherkin.

I'm also a furry. Probably doesn't fit this session but whatever lol. I love sparklefurs.

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My current hyperfixations are SCP, South Park, Nyan Cat, Dave and Bambi, Analog Horror, Mouthwashing, Your Favorite Martian, My Little Pony, Lapfox Trax and many others. I also like learning about disorders and illnesses. My other interests are very specific, like the Bear Brotherhood, the epic face, sirens (objects), etc.

My favorite YouTubers are Flamingo, Penguinz0, Dr Bob, AVNJ, Pleasant Green, Matt Rose and DDoI.

My favorite food is pizza, ice cream, cashews, mangos and salad. I've always loved salad :3

My favorite characters are Alto Clef (SCP), SCP-4666, SCP-056, Swansea (MW), Terrance Mephesto (SP), Rainbow Dash (MLP), Adraen (LT), Renard (LT), Cleetus (Flamingo), etc.

I really like drawing and making flags, mainly queer flags. I consider myself to be a vexillographer, not a professional one. My MOGAI flag account is @theflaggerrrr, go follow if you want :)

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I am gay (turigirl/gaygirl + pangay), pansensual, finsexual, aroace-spec, reciproromantic, kaitarose, objectum, autorose and gaberian (term made by me, attraction to bears or people in the Bear Brotherhood) (I'm also an otter).

I use he/it and she/her, but my longer pronouns are chair/it/xe/ze/hiem, and I use any terms with a preference for feminine terms.

I'm also transgender (transitioning to be a boy and androgynous), GNC, offgirl, xenogender, agender, non-binary, androgyne, bigender, demiboy, etc. A bit of gender fuckery :3

I'm queer and support all queer identities, I'm chill with lesboys, gaybians or whatever funky things y'all identify as, you're pretty cool. Lets get burger today!

I may post about my dysphoria on my account, so beware about that. I'm dysphoric about my weight, body hair, etc.

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ALSO SCP-3214-J!!

Also... Meew Kat... "10 images per post" MY ASS!!!!

Random graphics lulz

[tearfallpixie]

Music of My Soul - Chapter 3: Down for the Count

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“Chris, do you really think it's a good idea for you to perform in this state? You’re sick!” I scolded him.

“I’ll be fine. I promise.” He mumbled, as he dropped his head onto the back of the couch. I had just completed his make-up for the show and now we were just waiting for our call.

“I swear to god Christopher Cerulli.” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Baby, I’ll be fine.” He repeated, taking my hands in his and kissing the backs of them, making me blush.

“We’ll know I know you’re delirious.” I murmured.

“Today and Tomorrow and then we have two days off.” He promised.

“And I will make you rest fucker.” I scowled, sitting next to him and brushing some of his already sweaty hair from his face. As my fingers brushed his forehead I could feel the heat rolling off of him.

“I won't fight you on that. I promise.” He grinned tiredly.

“Did she just get Chris to agree to a break?” I heard Vinny whisper in shock.

“Oh hush you.” I glared at the drummer. “Chris, Cause of Death might be a little too harsh for your vocals.”

“It is really screamy, man, and you can barely talk as is.” Justin agreed with me.

“What about City Lights? It's pretty gentle. Plus we haven't played it in a while.” Ryan suggested.

“I can do that.” Chris shrugged, barely lifting his head.

“Koda, can you learn that one in a matter of an hour?” Logan asked.

“I already know it.” I giggled.

“I shouldn't be surprised.” He grinned, waving at us as he left to inform the rest of the crew.

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Like we expected people lost their shit when they heard the opening notes of City Lights playing and I even saw a few tears. We got to song six which was Another Life, and by that point we could tell Chris was struggling. He was holding the mic out to the crowd a lot and at the middle of the song he knelt down at the front of the stage and dropped his head in his hands. I could see his shoulders shaking meaning he was sobbing. I went to take a step towards him but thought better of it. He looked up and watched the crowd for a moment until the song ended.

“Guys, I’m going to need your help. I hate to do this but as you can all probably tell, I’m feeling like shit tonight. I’m going to try to sing for you as much as I can but if I hold the mic out I need you guys to fill in.” He rasped. “Can you do that for me?” There were resounding cheers from the crowd and I smiled. They loved him so much they didn't care if they had to sing.

“You all are amazing.” He said. The notes for Devils Night started playing and he managed through it but on Reincarnate I saw him start swaying halfway through so I moved to his side. He gratefully threw an arm over my shoulder and finished the song clinging to me. “Koda, I can't-” He mumbled, unable to finish his sentence so I just nodded and I took the mic from him.

“Guys, I’m sorry to cut the concert short but I don't think Chrissy’s gonna make it through another song. I hope you understand.”

“Get better Chris!” Came from the crowd and he smiled. Matt came to take my guitar and Justin and Ryan came to help Chris to the green room. They laid him down on the couch while I got a hot rag for his forehead. I crouched down next to him and brushed his hair away from his face.

“Are you ok sweetheart?” I murmured.

“No. I feel like shit.” He whined.

“Get some rest then. I’ll wake you when it's time to go to the bus.” He nodded slowly and his eyes fluttered shut. The rest of us got cleaned up and showered to get all the paint and makeup off. We also made sure to take our time so that Chris could sleep as much as possible.

“Koda, I got that medicine you requested.” Matt said, stepping into the greenroom.

“You are amazing. Three bottles?” I asked and he nodded.

“Why so many?”

“Incase any of us catch it from him.” I explained, cracking the seal on the bottle and pouring some of the liquid into the medicine cup. “Hey Chrissy. Can you wake up for me?” He blearily sat up and blinked open his eyes. “I got meds. Can you drink this for me?” He took the little cup and downed the liquid before making a face.

“Ew.” He grumbled.

“I know. But I have a drink for you.” I handed him a coke that I had just opened and he took a sip.

“Thank you.” He murmured.

“No problem but you are not performing tomorrow.”

“But-”

“No. You couldn’t get through tonight's performance. We’ve already informed management.” I scolded him. He pouted like a wounded puppy but I didn't relent. “It’s final.”

“Wow. Chris replaced Ricky with female Ricky.” Ryan laughed.

“Now, lets get you back to the bus so that you can sleep more.” He grumbled some more but stood to his feet and took my hand. I didn't say anything and just led him to the bus. After helping him into his bunk I went to the front with everyone else.

“He really likes you.” Logan mused.

“I don't know what you are talking about.” I mumbled, shaking my head.

“If any of us tried to drag him off stage or stop a performance he would hiss a fit. He asked you to help him.” Justin told me. “The only other person who could pull that off is Ricky.”

“I’m not doing anything different. I’m just taking care of him!” I protested, trying to end the conversation but picking up my computer.

“Maybe, maybe not. But he listens to you. That means more than you know.”

[yarrystyleeza]

Feeding The First Bite

Requested by @itwasthereaminuteago

(so my thoughts on this are soft!matt with the ship dynamic: established relationship, and the tone is hurt/comfort and absolute utter fluff)

Word count: the range of 950 words! A little thing to brighten your day! <3

You and Matt have been dating for six months now, you first pumped into each others at Josie's during the spring break, you were having a girls night with your friends, playing games of pool and singing to karaoke machines, him and his friends were sitting at the counter having a drinking night after a long exhausting day at the court, you went to the counter to pick up the refills you've asked for.

"sorry." you pleaded as you had to pass between him and his friend to take the refills, "it's fine" he nodded with a shiny smile, "where's your table?" he gently asked as he stood up and held two glasses in his hands, "Matt, I can help her..." his friend begged, he shook his head, it was when you noticed the sight aid cane he held under his arm, "it's fine, Foggy, just lead me where you at," you wrapped your palm around his upper arm and walked to where you and your friends sat, you introduced him to them and had a couple of drinks and pool rounds together.

You stayed behind that night, Matt did too, after both of your friends left — you had another round of drinks, you talked together, and he seemed interesting, he had a great sense of humor, and he was truly nice. You exchanged numbers, and ever since that day you kept on meeting at the bar, sometimes your friends had your company, other times you went there by yourself, just to sit by him and talk about your week or day at work. And eventually, both of you confessed how much you liked each other, and decided to label your relationship as lovers.

He learned that you loved going to the park on the weekdays afternoons to take a break from work or clear your mind, and have clean air to breathe, — you let him into your world, and brought him to the park you loved, you walked with him, fingers locked upon each other, sat with him either on the benches or the fresh green grass — and had lunch together.

And every time you went there together, Matt always brought something new to try with you, whether it was sour candies, new Chinese food, weird soft drinks, anything that seemed odd to you and him; he believed that when you got into his life — you brought something new with you, and he wanted to be reminded of that each time you met.

You were sitting on the park seat reading a book, sinking in between the words, trying your best to forget how awful your day at work went, it was rough, and your boss was more asshole than he usually is, he yelled at you loud in front of everyone at the office — because you forgot to bring some papers, loud enough to make you walk silently to the bathroom and weep, and you did, you cried so loud and left the building, to sit here and try to clear your thoughts.

A poke in your leg interrupted your reading, you rose your nose from your book to see Matt standing in front of you, neat clothes and flowing hair, and a wide grin he wore, "hey y/n, how's your day going?", he said, butterflies jumping through his throat and into his voice, you aimed your eyes back down to your book, even though you know for sure he couldn't see how sad you are, "hey, Matt." your voice came out dead, and your tone was dull, damped in gloominess, utter painful vagueness, his shoulders fell, and a frown went up his face, he sat down next to you, his hand reached out to raise your face up to him, gently holding your chin up, "you're okay?" he pouted, he knew you weren't, but he wanted you to get the weight off your chest and talk to him, "no, not a good day at work," you confessed, voice cracking out a sob, "my boss was a little more of an asshole today," the tears you held back for hours went streaming hot on your cheeks, your lungs wheezed and in seconds you were melting into waterfalls, "it's okay, angel," he exhaled, and rounded you in a hug, he knows that you feel better with hugs.

"here, I brought you Dango's," he cheered, offering the weird looking lollipops, "I was walking by this Japanese store on my way here and thought you might wanna try it with me," he explained, as he took off the wrappers, "here, I want you to try it first, angel," with a smile full of sunshine — he closed the sweets to your lips for you to take the first bite, you smiled, and took a small bit of the lollies he offered.

It tasted like rice starch and sweet strawberries, covered with the stinging sweet soy sauce flavor, the savor melted down to warm your aching heart. You hummed and nodded as you chewed, he smiled and pecked your lips, you stuttered and blushed.

"I guess you liked it," he said, "I did--" you replied, but suddenly got hit by a wave of sadness, again, "hey, y/n, we can talk about that asshole later, okay? We'll figure it out together," you nodded, he wrapped your hands around your popsicle and took a bite, you couldn't contain the chuckle, "well, someone had to cheer your little heart, sweetheart," he said, holding your knuckles up to his lips, he pecked them both with the softest kisses, then let them go to place his lips on your temple, "the first bite tasted sweet and new, just like the day I met you, angel."

This was a request I've been trying to post for a reeeeaaally long time so here it is!!! Sorry for the late posting. 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

So so so sorry for taking so long

Edit: I will work on the second prompt asap!

Tell me what you think about this! And thanks for dropping the prompt! <3

Feel free to submit a prompt from this list in my ask (I only write for Matt Murdock)! <3

[dastanbladeswriter]

Pizza Time

One winter night, they'd all settled in Cyrus's living room, and Alfred offered to whip up a long pizza. The TV in front of the black table was off, and once the pizza was ready, Alfred pulled it out of the oven as everyone gathered around the table.

«Guys, I'm not sure if I should stick with college or not,» Alfred said as he passed the last slice to Marijan, then dropped into his chair with a heavy sigh, pulling a bit of a face. «Man, the costs are killing me, and I'm not even sure if it's worth it...»

He was the tallest of them all, a little on the heavy side, with brown eyes and a button nose, but his medium-length copper-red hair was his most striking feature. Plus, he was rocking a baggy yellow hoodie and some jeans.

Marijan leaned back in his chair and nodded, crossing his arms. Over time, he had become a successful IT professional. He was wearing a tight denim shirt that highlighted his skinny frame, his short hair was always a bit messy, and he'd grown a slight dark beard.

«Well, Alfred, investing in education usually pays off in the long run. At least, that's how it worked out for me.»

After hearing Marijan's words, Alfred started chewing on a slice of pizza.

«Studying history and philosophy is interesting,» he said after swallowing a bite. «I like those classes, but sometimes it feels like we're learning about people from ancient times who had way bigger problems than we do,» he continued, wiping his lips with a napkin. The red-haired guy then paused, looking at the pizza crust. «I mean, imagine having to fight off a mammoth just to get yourself a pizza!»

The joke got everyone laughing, and Alfred settled back into his seat, smiling.

Cyrus, sitting to Matt's right, took a sip of soda and raised an eyebrow. He had grown into a tall, lean guy with very short, almost buzzed hair. He was wearing a light brown long-sleeved shirt and black pants and had a habit of chewing on licorice to ease stress.

«And here I thought my commute to work was tough,» he said with a sarcastic smile. «But I've never had to dodge a mammoth on the subway!»

The laughter grew louder, and Matt wiped his hands with a napkin before chiming in. He was wearing a blue hoodie and jeans.

«Well, I don't know about you guys, but to me, job interviews are the prehistoric beasts of today. HR questions are scarier than a dinosaur!» he said, grabbing another slice of pizza.

«Yeah, and I don't get why they can't just get to the point,» added Cyrus, shaking his head a bit. «Are you motivated? What brings you here? Why did you apply for this job? MONEY!» he shouted, throwing his arms wide, making the group laugh even harder.

«Tell me about it, Cyrus. And then they ask you, 'Where do you see yourself in five years?'» Matt said, laughing. «Well, hopefully not answering these damn questions in another job interview!» he shouted, playfully tossing his napkin at Cyrus, who caught it mid-air and tossed it back onto the table.

«Exactly!» shouted the green-eyed guy with a half-smile. «Everyone says young people don't wanna do anything. I'm young and I wanna work, but I don't wanna get exploited,» he said as he reached for a bottle of Coke on the table. «Like, a few weeks ago, I agreed to work on this farm,» he continued, cracking open the bottle and pouring Coke into his plastic cup. «This dude tells me, 'I'll pay you twenty bucks a day.' For seven hours, man, under the sun, and I had to get up at four in the morning,» he said, shaking his head and lifting his gaze.

«And what did you say to him?» Rick asked, glancing sideways at him.

Rick was a well-off young adventurer, dressed in a light blue hoodie, with fish tattoos on his right wrist. He had short, light brown hair spiked, a beard, and was of average height.

«I asked him why the pay was so low. And you know what he said?» Cyrus responded, turning to look at him, eager to share the rest of the story. «'Well, because you're not experienced, you need to learn.'» he went on, throwing his arms up in the air again. «But all I'm doing is picking four peaches off a tree, I'm not training to be an astronaut!» he exclaimed, waving his right hand with an exaggerated expression that made Anthony, sitting across from him, burst into laughter.

«Oh man!» Anthony managed to say between breaths.

He also was of average height and had his dark brown hair tied back in a ponytail. He wore a loose black shirt and dark sweatpants and leaned back in his chair, unable to contain his laughter.

«Get this, Cyrus. Last year, I went to ask for a job at a bar, and it was even worse,» Anthony continued, turning his gaze to Alfred, who shook his head, already knowing the story, as he got up to toss the pizza box in the trash.

«Oh yeah?» Cyrus asked, nodding in surprise.

«Yeah. They wanted to pay me twenty-five bucks a day, and on top of bartending for twelve hours, I had to clean the whole bar too!» Anthony exclaimed, turning back to Cyrus.

«No way,» Lewis chimed in, resting his hand on his chin.

Lewis was a young lawyer with short blond hair and a passion for bodybuilding. He was wearing a tight gray shirt that showed off his chest and light blue jeans.

«I'm serious,» Anthony continued, nodding and looking at Lewis on his left. «I told the owner, 'What, you want me to wash your car too while I'm at it?' And he goes, 'Well, if you've got nothing else to do, go ahead and wash it.'» he went on, raising his hands. «Screw that!» he exclaimed, throwing his hand back.

Alfred returned to his seat, shaking his head even more, and Matt noticed.

«Al, didn't you send in a resume to the supermarket nearby?» Matt asked, resting his elbow on the table and propping his chin up with his hand.

«Yeah, they wanted to pay me four hundred bucks a month for six months, working twelve hours a day, six days a week,» Alfred replied with a disgusted expression. «Maybe they should put up signs saying 'Looking for slaves' instead of 'Hiring staff,'» he continued, curling his lips and raising his thin eyebrows. «And you know what else they do? They make you sign a part-time contract that says you're hired to work 8 hours a week, but you end up working 60!»

Rick, who had been silent until then, grabbed the water bottle and filled his glass.

«Well, at least we don't have to worry about getting chased by mammoths at work,» he said with a half-smile.

Lewis, sitting to Rick's right, held out his glass to get some water as well, letting out a light sigh.

«Sometimes, winning a case feels like climbing a fucking mountain, folks,» he added, leaning forward and nodding gratefully as he took his glass back.

[fallen-child-escapism]

Woober Rock:Chapter 4

Wembley woke up to his stomach growling. He sat up and yawned and looked over. Boober was curled up against him. His hair fell against his pillow. Wembley could see one eye. It was closed but it was more of Boober's face Wembley had ever seen. He felt guilty looking, surely Boober hid his face for a reason, and looking at it was a breach of privacy. Wembley turned away just in time for Boober to start shifting before he sat up. Wembley acted as if he had just sat up, stretching and yawning, all with closed eyes. Boober startled himself and fell out of bed,"Wembley!", he shrieked. "Boober!", Wembley matched his energy. Boober pushed his bangs over his face before he stood up. He fumbled with his tail,"Goodmorning, uh, sorry for scaring you" Wembley leaned towards the edge of the bed," scared me? I scared you!" Wembley's stomach grumbled and they both looked at it. "Uh...Breakfast?", Boober offered. "Yes please! I haven't eaten since second supper last night!", Wembley tossed the blanket off of himself and rushed to his bag to grab his shirt. Boober fixed his hair again and grabbed his hat and scarf from their hooks. They undressed with their backs to eachother. Sure, every fraggle looked the same under clothes and their bodies were covered in thick fur anyways but it was a sign of respect.

The boys walked to the great hall, where the smell of radish waffles and coffee filled the air. They said some goodmornings to some fraggles as they made their way to the table. It was a new Fraggle custom to have meals together 3 times a day, with the other two meals being had in each owns cave. And with this custom came a brand new grand kichen just off the great hall where Fraggles would take time with a team to make the meals for the rest of the rock.

Boober gave himself a good helping of waffles with a large mug of coffee. He watched wembley tower up waffles on his plate and hummed. Then they sat together by the pond, waiting for their friends. Boober picked at his food and Wembley had downed 3 waffles by the time Mokey and Red walked up with their own plates. "Hey Boober, Hey Wembley!", Red chirped. "Goodmorning you two", Mokey smiled and took a seat next to Boober, Red joining her. "Whats the plan for today? I have a swimming class to teach after breakfast but I'm free for the rest of the day!", Red was loud, especially for it being so early. But most Fraggles were. "Im on lunch duty today so I was gonna take my team up to the Gorgs garden for fresh ingredients", Mokey smiled,"But Gobo said he wanted us all to go up with him to get the artifact from his Uncle Matt" Boober spoke up," Not into outer space right? We wont actually go out there right??", Mokey took Boobers paw in her own. "Of course not, Im pretty sure he just wanted to show us how he does it". Boober sighed," Good! I'll learn from a distance then" Wembley chuckled next to him. At that moment Gobo plopped down next to the green fraggle, "Mornin' guys! Are yall ready to visit the portal later? Uncle Matt said this next artifact was going to be the coolest one yet!". Boober held his face in his hands and Red scoffed,"sure". Mokey glared at her," Red!" Red rolled her eyes but didn't say anything more. Wembley was bouncing in excitement, "ooh! What is it Gobo?" Gobo shrugged," I dont know yet, He said he wanted it to be a surprise cus of how magical it was" "Is he going to sterilize it before he sends it at least?",Boober groaned. Gobo laughed without answering.

They finished up breakfast just as the great hall began filling with more and more fraggles. Red had rushed off to her and Mokey's cave to get ready for her swim lesson, and mokey met with the other lunch team fraggles and left for the gorg garden. That left the boy fraggles alone until lunch. They all returned their plates to the dirty dished pile and walked back to Gobo and Wembley's cave. "What did yall do last night?", The explorer questioned after they got settled. "W-what do you mean?", Boober had the image of a sleeping wembley replaying in his head and all the things he was thinking. "I dunno, just what did yall do?", Gobo shrugged. "Not alot actually. Just talked for a bit and went to bed", Wembley said, tapping on his bongos to keep his handd busy. "Really? thats all?", Boober couldve sworn Gobo looked him in the eye. Surely he couldnt know he was up panicking over being so close to wembley. Surely he didnt know he stayed up thinking of the green fraggle. Surely he- "Yeah actually! But boy did we get some good sleep, right Boober?", Wembley smiled. Boober gulped, "Yeah...we did". Little did he know Wembley was having a crisis.

Did Boober know he had seen his face? He'd hate to make him uncomfortable. What if he hated him for breaking his trust?

"What did you do last night, Gobo?"

Gobo reminisced about his night with Todd. "Me and Todd just hung out. Played some music, talked, just hung out", Wembley gave Gobo a teasing look but didnt say anything. "Um! I just remembered I had some laundry to catch up on, You guys have fun", Boober blurted out as he got up and fixed his hair. Wembley's stomach sank as he noticed it and his mind immediately started worrying about this morning again.

Total filler chapter, Im not sure how to write for Red and Mokey :/ I love them but rarrrr yknow? lol

[fishthegenderwitch]

Stuff I learned June 3-23

so I fell asleep earlier after posting about my scrushy crawlnut migraine times, and woke up a lil bit ago, still migrainily.

I took some Advil, Tylenol, water, and now I can tell you guys about the day I had. (Might be a contributing factor to a hurty brain. i took in a lot of information.)

Under the cut: what I learned today about the uses of kudzu (it evolved to be used plentifully by humans, which is why it grows so quickly and abundantly!), plastic upcycling, and the Wieliczka Salt Mine in Poland.

I learned a great deal about the uses of kudzu, in the process of educating a friend about it. Kudzu has been used as a form of erosion control and to enhance the soil. As a legume, it increases the nitrogen in the soil by a symbiotic relationship with nitrogen-fixing bacteria. It’s used in many food dishes, including as a jelly from the flowers (which apparently tastes like grape jelly), a starch, and a tea. The starch is flavoured as a summer drink in Vietnam, and used as a thickener like cornstarch.  Nearby bee colonies may forage on kudzu nectar during droughts as a last resort, producing a low-viscosity red or purple honey that tastes of grape jelly or bubblegum. (I want to try this so bad!) It’s used in traditional medicines, and has a lot of food nutrition. It’s used as a fibre for baskets. Clothing, and paper usage. Soap, lotions, and ethanol. It’s super duper useful. This was before I even got to work, I learned all this knowledge.

At work, a coworker rushed out of the donation centre to show us a book about the tour at the the Wieliczka Salt Mine in the town of Wieliczka, near Kraków in southern Poland. Holy heck you guys! The sculptures! The art carved directly into salt! The history! Never in my dreams would I have imagined that humans had created this as a thing, without being shown. I did not take photos of the book, but I will add them tomorrow when I’m back at work. There’s a historical tour of how the first miners mined the salt, the tools and structures for support they had, there’s a green lake! :D

THEN, there are the carvings and the grand halls and the tunnels. Finally, the WAYS that the salt erupts from the walls and surfaces: in stalactites, stalagmites, King’s Hair curls, crystals, and amazingly geometric shapes. When you think “salt mine”, most people think of the salt deserts in the US (or at least, the three customers in the store that I pestered to look at the book all said this.)

ADDITIONALLY, today I talked with a customer who comes in every weekend about cleaning up plastics from the Great Lakes. He’s a photographer, and doing a work right now based on that, so we discussed the uses of plastics as recycled/upcycled products, which I’d watched multiple videos on last night and in the morning. Brothers Make, a southern UK based business run by brothers Jonny and Matt, gather plastic trash from the beaches (and have it collected by friends and family) and turn it into furniture, jewelry, and useful tools.

“In 1950, 2.5 billion people produced 1.5 million tonnes of plastic. In 2016,  7 billion people produced over 320 million tonnes of plastic.

- sas.org.uk (2020)“

Their YouTube channel has a ton of videos on the things they’ve made along with the fascinating process of cleaning, shredding, melting and molding plastic, along with how you can do it at home!

[nijjhar]

Tares unfaithful to Abraham and Yahweh Jews of appearance and not spirit... The Tares unfaithful to Abraham and Yahweh Jews of appearance and not spiritual are getting Bundled up. https://youtu.be/Jj6TGWkMKwY The Promised Land belongs to the Faithful sons of Abraham and not to fake "Saltless" Jews outwardly who cannot build their tribal "Covenant" with Abraham. https://youtu.be/5vpu-FYuBuM Holy Gospel of our Supernatural Father Elohim, Allah, Parbrahm, etc., delivered by the First Anointed Christ, which in Punjabi we call Satguru Jesus of the highest living God Elohim that dwells within His Most Beautiful Living Temple of God created by the greatest artist demiurge Potter, the Lord of the Nature Yahweh, Brahma, Khudah, etc. and it is called Harmandir or “Emmanuel” according to Christ Rajinder:- Yes. He came to save the Jews because they were spiritually greedy sick people whilst the Gentiles and the Samaritans were spiritually healthy, especially the people of Joseph whom the 11 crook brethren wanted to kill but sold as a slave to the Egyptians. With the power of Yahweh, the faithful son of Abraham, "Salt of the Earth", he was graced with the wisdom of Elohim, Allah, Parbrahm, etc. and he was honoured by the sons of Man, the Egyptians and gave him the highest position whilst the crook 11 Patriarchs kept cheating and lying to the Egyptians so much that they made them slave and maltreated them highly. Moses brought them back faithful to Abraham and the same Barren Land became Lush Green or Father Abraham killed the fattened calves to honour the faithful sons. But the old habits die hard and by the time of Christ Jesus, they became super Bastard fanatic devils - John 8v44 by becoming Jews outwardly of appearance and adultered their Scriptures especially the Chapter on circumcision, the tribal mark of Abraham to Isaac and his seed only. Such "Saltless" sons of the most Powerful Satan Al-Djmar Al-Aksa that is showing its colours now destroying relatively faithful sons of Abraham, the Palestinians with curly hair of the Semitic race. President Morsi was a recent example of this Satan, He was Muslim outwardly as the Jews are today but the faithful sons of Abraham locked him in the jail and he died there - People of "Salt" like the Samaritans.  I will make a YouTube Video on this topic. Matt 13v24-30:- Is there any doubt about the Tares' unfaithfulness to Abraham and Yahweh? THEY BURN EACH OTHER leaving the sons of Man, Wheat plants live in Peace as the African and the Brazillian people with the tribal marks do. https://youtu.be/lM4-ZSIEseM PREDICTIONS. End Time Sectarian worldwide riots are going to happen soon after 14/11/2023 Sectarian riots on a very large scale are expected. https://youtu.be/elALmrW9ufw Punjabi - Sectarian riots worse than 1947 are looming. Enter the House of Allah for Salvation. https://youtu.be/JZAP01aoKIU I am a retired university lecturer in Metallurgy hailing from Punjab, India where the Second Coming of Christ = Satguru Jesus in the name of Christ = Satguru Nanak Dev Ji took place in 1469 among the most greedy and Sat++++anic people of the Khatri tribe. Through five more Lights, He Preached the Gospel to perfection for over 150 years still the Darkness could not be comprehended. Thus, in Four More Lights, the Royal Kings came to protect Sikhism and promoted the rule of righteousness. The greediest Kings and Emperors of Darkness still carried on with their Sat++++anic activities as Mullahs in the Mosques. The New Testament has good information on what is going on. In fact, Matt 13v24-30 is getting fulfilled and the Tares, the Jews, Muslims, etc. outwardly are getting bundled up in Israel for the Final Burning through Atomic Bombs.   Now, these University Theologians are dead in letters of the holy Books totally incapable of understanding the Parable puzzles that only you learn through “intuition” by His grace only that the illiterate Shepherds and farmers were able to do as God is inside them and taught them which the greedy Temple (Winepress coining the moral laws) Priests (Husbandmen) loving Mammon more than God could not understand. That is why Jesus didn’t throw Pearls before swine in Jerusalem as the two men in the Genersate were doing and ended up locked up in the silence of the graveyard so that no one should listen to them as the Oxford University Professors of Theology are doing to me. Cutting the matter short, the Atomic War is expected to occur soon after 14/11/2023. This is how I have calculated it:- 70 years old Donald Trump declared Jerusalem to be the Capital of Israel and moved his Embassy to Jerusalem. Now, there were Five ...... Kindle. ASIN: B01AVLC9WO Private Bitter Gospel Truth videos:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/nobility.htm www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/Rest.htm My Books:- ONE GOD ONE FAITH:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/bookfin.pdf and in Punjabi KAKHH OHLAE LAKHH:-  www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/pdbook.pdf Very informative Channel:- Punjab Siyan. John's baptism:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/johnsig.pdf Trinity:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/trinity.pdf

[murdock-barnes]

One More Time

Part 2

Matt Murdock x Enhanced!Fem!Reader

Summary: Matt says he’d give anything to see the sky one more time. As his girlfriend who has telepathic gifts, you make it possible.

Warnings: None! Fluff

Word Count: 1,2K

A/N: I just hit 100 followers thank you!!!!🥳 This precious little work is my gift to you. When I watched this scene I felt like I'd do anything to make Matt see the sky again. That's why I wrote this. I hope you enjoy it! ❤️❤️

You tossed and turned in bed. Something Matt said was stuck in your head. Tonight after dinner, you two were sitting on the couch chatting as you sipped your wine. All this time in your relationship you didn't really talk about his inability to see but one thing lead to another and you were talking about it.

"Do you remember what it was like... to see?" you muttered as you played with the hairs on his nape.

He nodded slowly "Yes, I remember."

You thought on it for a second. You couldn't quite wrap your head around the idea of not being able to see. "I can't imagine what that must be like."

Matt chuckled slightly. "You know, I'm supposed to say I don't miss it." He paused and leaned into your touch as your hand stroked his cheek.

He continued "So they teach you in trauma recovery; define yourself by what you have, value the differences, make no apologies for what you lack. And it's all true, for the most part..."

He looked lost in his head so you snuggled up to him. He said "It doesn't change that fact that I... I'd give anything to see the sky one more time."

The last sentence shattered your heart into million pieces. You reached and planted a kiss on his cheek. You rested your head upon his shoulder as you held each other. Your mind wandered off. Matt was the best person you've ever met. He was the man you love the most. He deserved everything. You'd give him anything. Thus, you'd find a way for him to see the sky again.

That morning, you reached out to Wanda who previously helped you with your telepathic gifts. You spent a few days practicing your abilities with her. You discovered that you could reflect the image of the sky into his mind. However, you wanted him to actually see the world again. You pushed your limits and with the help of Wanda you figured out how to do it.

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Sunday afternoon, you prepared a picnic basket and took Matt to Central Park. It was a beautiful day. The sky was the bluest blue and the clouds looked fluffier than ever. You laid a blanket on the grass and sat with Matt. You two ate and spoke and laughed for a while. As the sunset was getting closer, you were sitting across him on your knees.

“There is something I wanna show you, Matt,” you spoke softly. You were so excited that your heartbeats were loud in Matt’s ears. He was trying to make sense of this change in you.

“What’s gotten into you today?” He chuckled.

You smiled “Just wait…”

You reached and placed your fingers on his temples holding his head between your hands. He stilled and waited. You balanced your breathing. In, out, in, out… You reached to that link between his mind and yours. Once you had a firm grasp on it, you did what you newly learned. You locked your mind to his.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?” His soft voice came. You didn’t reply as you lifted your head to the sky. Then… you opened your eyes.

Matt jumped with a gasp, colors and shapes filling his sight. He saw again. He saw through your eyes. You gazed upon the clouds and he saw them. The white, fluffy, beautiful clouds. The sky was turning from blue to orange as the sun started setting. He saw the flying birds following each other around. Tears rushed into Matt’s eyes. His arms were around you embracing you firmly.

You lowered your gaze to the trees. Matt took in all the green, the way leaves and branches danced in the slight wind. He saw children running around and playing. He saw the smiles on their faces. He was fully sobbing now appreciating the beauty of the world and people.

When he saw a dog playing fetch with its owner, he was filled with joy. He saw a dog again. Unbelievable! He started laughing. It was the most beautiful song to your ears. Knowing that he’s truly happy gave you a forever bliss. You looked around the park showing him as many things as possible. When you saw a few women walking by, you looked another way.

“No looking at pretty women, Murdock.” you playfully said.

He laughed in response. “I’ve got eyes for only one pretty woman.”

You smiled and as much as you wanted to look at him, you didn’t. You didn’t want to freak him out. He would see himself as a grown man for the first time. You would show this to him later, in a more private environment.

You watched the sunset together. Matt saw the bright colors blur into darker ones. This was his heaven; watching the sunset with his angel in his arms. He watched people chatting, eating, walking… He watched birds and dogs. He watched and watched… He took in the material world around him.

When the sun set and using the ability started giving you a throbbing headache, you decided to break the bond. You focused on the presence of it and slowly retreated. As you broke the bond, you opened your eyes.

You both felt dizzy for a second and for sure you were kinda drained due to the use of your powers. You looked at Matt. He had the biggest smile on his face. His eyes were still wet with tears. You reached and wiped them away.

“I don’t know what to say… Thank you. Thank you so much.” he whispered and chuckled.

“You don’t need to thank me, Matty. I’d do anything to make you happy.” You leaned in and kissed him deeply tasting his salty tears.

“How did you do this?”

“Well, after you said that you wanted to see the sky, I went to Wanda and practiced ways to make that possible.”

He stilled in disbelief “All that trouble for me?”

“No trouble and yes, all for you. It’s all for you, Matty. Always.” You kissed his cheeks. Matt’s heart filled with pure love. He knew that you loved him as crazy as he loves you.

“Can you do that again some time? I wanna see Foggy.” He said.

Your heart swelled at his words. “Of course, Matty.”

“I wanna see you too. Will you show me?” He questioned.

You giggled “Yes, I will show you anything you want anytime you want, baby.”

You settled between his legs, your back on his chest. You leaned your head onto him. He wrapped his arms around you and planted a kiss on your head.

“You are my angel. A gift from heaven. I definitely don't deserve you.” He whispered to your ear.

You smacked his arm lightly “Matthew Michael Murdock. If I hear you say such things again, I will rip your tongue out.”

He laughed “What? I thought you loved being called my angel?”

You said “I am so serious, Matt. You may not realize it but you are worthy of me as I am worthy of you. You are worthy of everything.”

He gave in to you “Okay, darling.” He peppered kisses along your cheek. “I love you more than anything in this world. You know that, right?”

You smiled “Mhm. I love you forever, baby.”

[carters-things]

Sick Days

Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: Matt taking care of you when you're sick

Warnings: None, just a bit of fluff

a/n: I am discovering as much as I love writing these I'm not nearly as gifted at writing as everyone else lol so I apologize for the lack of description, i have no clue how to write without it sounding weird. so enjoy this little oneshot of Matt just being gentle with you.

Masterlist

As Matt comes home he places his cane by the door and glasses on the side table. “Y/N?” he calls out. He is normally met at the door by you running up and wrapping your hands around his neck followed by an attack of kisses but today it was just him. Searching the apartment he hears your heart beating faster than normal but your breathing is steady. Matt finds you on the couch asleep in a ball. Sinking down onto the edge of the sofa he gently starts rubbing your back, slowly waking you up so as to not scare you. A deep cough comes from your lungs as you start to regain consciousness. “Oh honey…” Matt says softly brushing the hair out of your face. “Are you ok?”

“I’ve been better” you muster up between coughs, not even opening your eyes to look at Matt. He pauses for a second, with his hand resting on your back between your shoulder blades then moving to your forehead.

“Your lungs sound clear but you’re burning up. Have you eaten yet?”

“No.. I haven’t done much of anything” you groan trying to find a position that doesn’t hurt your aching rib cage. The couch returns to its position in the absence of Matt as he leaves to go to the kitchen. You hear him start rustling around, the clanging of pans and bowls as you fade back in and out of sleep. What feels like 5 minutes pass when Matt places a gentle kiss on the side of your temple when he comes back with a bowl of soup and some ibuprofen, and a cold wet cloth. “Sit up sweetheart” he whispers to you as he helps guide your legs to the floor and steady yourself in a sitting position. The simple movement of sitting up is enough to make the whole world spin around you. He places the cool towel on the back of your neck and that helps ground your spinning feeling.

“I feel like I got hit by a bus. How do you do this every night!”

“You learn to live with it” He laughs you off. “Where does it hurt?”

“Where doesn’t it hurt..” you groan. “It feels like someone is sitting on my chest. My lungs are on fire and the excessive coughing is causing my ribs to ache. The sinus pain and headache make it seem like my face is going to explode… and the chills are just the icing on the cake.”

“Here take this. It’ll help with the pain and bring your fever down.” He gives you the ibuprofen and you choke it down with some soup. Your stomach turns when the food hits it. You don’t know how long it's been since you have had something to eat, your stomach doesn’t know what to do with the sudden nutrients. You slowly take bites, giving the food time to settle and allowing you to catch your breath.

“You don’t have to do this. I don’t want to get you sick..” your voice cracks as you start coughing again.

“Well I can’t just leave a beautiful woman helpless on my couch now can I?” he smirks. “Come on. You need to get into bed.” Matt takes the bowl and sets it on the coffee table as he wraps his arm around your waist and helps you stand to your feet.

“I don’t feel very good…” You say practically turning green.

“It’s ok. Take a breath- we’ll take it slow”. Has hand rubbing circles under your shirt on your lower back. Your skin burns under the touch of his calloused fingers, but the gentleness of hands is soothing.

“Don’t get too handsy there Mr. Murdock, no taking advantage of me tonight”

“I wouldn’t dare!” he scoffs, placing a kiss on your cheek.

Matt leads you slowly to the bedroom as you sit gingerly on the side of the bed. You pull back the sheets and roll into the pillows stiffly, closing your eyes to help with the spinning sensation. You feel the bed move moments later from Matt climbing in the other side. He settles in pulling you close to his shirtless chest. You try to fight him on it to keep him from getting sick but your fragile self is no match for his strength. His skin is so warm and the rise and fall of his chest and his steady heartbeat is enough to loosen the tension in your body.

“I’ve got you y/n. Just rest.” he says as he pulls the comforter up over you, placing a lingering kiss on the top of your head, taking in the smell of you. One of his arms wrapped around your waist, the other running his fingers up your jaw into your hair.

“You need to go out tonight, don’t worry about me.” you say slowly fading into sleep.

“Shhh.. I don’t care what happens in Hell’s Kitchen tonight. My priority tonight is you.”

[honey-baby-blossom]

Angel - matt murdock

summary | you and your boyfriend, Matt, spend the afternoon studying for your exam, but unfortunately, get distracted easily

warnings | fluff, matt being a tease, so much love it's sickening, a little spice but not too much, gn reader insert, no use of y/n

word count | 2.2k words

notes | this is my college!matt one shot because I'm obsessed plus happy valentine's day !!!!! also @catholicdaredevil for the advice and love !!!!!!!

You didn’t quite trust the warmth in the air as you took the first few steps outside of the residency building. Your thin cardigan which you had mentally anticipated to be too thin for the chilly air was suddenly just right in the sun. You held off your excitement, pulling your bag closer to your hip as you stepped down the brick stairs and onto the stone path through the lawn.

You were partial to the cold rather than the heat. It was easier to manage the freezing temperatures rather than the hot sweat of summer. Plus, the winter just had so much goodness wrapped in it. Christmas and cozy sweaters and hot chocolate and cold hands wrapped around warm ones. But it was days like this that made you change your mind. Days of sunshine and overalls and butterflies and long meandering walks. It was days like this that made being in love feel fresh and new.

You recognized that tuft of brown shaggy hair immediately and if you weren’t running before, you were now. Your bag bounced against your leg until you reached him with your cheeks flushed and your chest heaving.

He smirked up at you from his seated position in the grass, his dark glasses soaking up all the sunlight that would usually be lighting up his warm chestnut eyes. Your excited heartbeat only quickened, and you forgot about the weather and the assignments you needed to finish, it was just him.

“It’s your turn today,” he said, straightening his posture with his back leaning against the wide tree bark. The sun was shining against his exposed arms now, but in an hour or so it would be hidden behind thick green leaves and pink flower buds that were in the earliest stages of birth on the tree limbs.

“How could I forget?” you smiled back, dropping to your knees, and finding the most comfortable position against him- a skill you perfected incredibly early on into your relationship.

His hands found your waist and helped pull you into him, his legs spreading so that you could sit between them. He let out a quiet breath of relief as your back relaxed against his chest and your head rested on his shoulder. He liked having you with him like this; it felt soothing to have the thing he loved most in a safe cocoon made of his own strength and care. It drew attention to your small frame, how he could tuck your arms and legs against your body and hold you in your entirety with one arm and use the other to rub your back or play with your hair.

Matt Murdock reminded you of a toddler in how he loved touching you. His fingertips were always searching for you, holding onto your clothes or your flesh and when he did get a part of you in his grasp, it usually ended up in his mouth. You worried that any soft part of your body would soon grow rough and calloused from how often he would rub and kiss and squeeze. The underside of your biceps, the bit of flesh between your jawline and your carotid artery, your inner thighs, the crease where your rib cage turned into your stomach. If a black light could show where you were kissed or touched the most, those spots would shine bright enough to alert NASA.

“What are we learning about today, Angel?” he murmured to you. The combination of his breath and lips tickled your earlobe, forcing out a soft giggle and twitch of your neck.

“I have my art history test later today. Or we could throw out learning entirely and practice what we’re good at,” you said, wiggling your body towards him with a shy smile. He laughed back at you, pressing a chaste kiss to your nose before turning you back around in his lap.

“Art history then. But who knows?” he smirked, kissing your shoulder up to your neck, “If you pass, we could celebrate.”

He always said things like that. little flirts and teases that would have irritated you if you weren’t so completely in love and in need of a reason for him to touch you.

“I left my books at home, we should go back and get them,” you said, trying fruitlessly to keep your heartbeat steady with the lie. He threw his head back in a laugh, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist and squeezing you into him.

You rolled your eyes and huffed, watching as his hand snaked inside your bag and pulled out the thick book you would need. You stopped wondering how a blind man could tell identically shaped books apart long ago, surrendering to the idea that maybe he was just magic. Everything about him seemed like a fairy tale anyway.

“Read to me, Angel. You know the deal,” he said, plopping the book into your lap before wrapping his arms back around you and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

You couldn’t help but smile. Every cell in your body smiled at him, your skin buzzing with warm, sweet love for the boy wrapped around you.

You flipped open the book, searching through pages to the chapter you would need for the test. Despite how much a part of you wanted to toss the book far away from you and force the boy of your dreams to kiss you instead, you wanted to pass the test and eventually the class. It was one of the only necessary courses for your major that you genuinely enjoyed, which is why you stayed patient with the flutter of excitement in your heart and began reading the words aloud.

Matt, by necessity, kept his body, mind, and feelings deeply connected. He survived through sound and touch, taste and smell. Not only were they already heightened from the lack of sight, but the accident dialed everything to one hundred. He learned to stay in perfect harmony with them, using everything he could interpret to paint a picture of the world around him. He was good at it, too, but sometimes it was too much. His senses were so easy to trigger. An intense smell or taste could make the picture he worked so hard to create disappear for a few moments and the blindness would really set in.

He welcomed that feeling with you and he finally understood the saying “love makes you blind.” He scoffed at it before. He’s always blind. But he wasn’t, not really. Not when he could win a boxing match faster than his old man used to. But when it was you…

The smell of your hair. The taste of your skin. Your lips. Your voice. Your silky skin. Your breathing. Your heartbeat. It was like you forced the spotlight in his mind to shine on you, only you. The spotlight star that existed so bright in his mind that it terminated the rest of the universe with the lightest of touches.

His eyes fluttered closed as he listened to you tell him about the themes of renaissance art and the contrasts between Greek and Spanish sculptures. He knew the information was interesting, respected it at least, but truly couldn’t comprehend a word. All he heard was your voice, dripping like cream and honey into his ears and filling up his brain. It would have put him to sleep but he willed himself to stay conscious. To stay with you. For a few more moments…

You noticed his breathing changed slowly, how it deepened and slowed. His hold on you never faltered, lips still pressed against your neck in a never-ending kiss. It worried you sometimes, how tired he always seemed. Something deep inside you wanted to let him sleep. To tuck him in and rub his shoulders, cook his meals, dress him, and make sure that he was taken care of every hour of every day so that he would never need to worry. Even if life could let you make your wish come true, he would beat you to the punch, you thought with a smile.

You moved carefully as to not wake him, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth in focus. You straddled his hips, your knees pressed sturdily into the grass on either side of him as you stayed careful not to put too much weight on him. His hold on you moved to accommodate the new position, always making sure he had you even in his sleep. You reached up and held his cheeks with a wide smile.

You used a gentle finger to trace the planes of his face. Across his cheeks, his nose, his eyelids, his lips. You licked your lips and pressed a kiss to his forehead, working your way down all the places you had just touched. It was when you reached his lips that he woke up again. His breathing caught in his throat for a moment, then he sighed into you, his hands finding your hips instantly.

“I was having the most wonderful dream,” he smiled, kissing your cheeks as his eyes slowly opened.

“Tell me,” you whispered, lips busy against his neck and jawline. You felt his heartbeat and breathing quicken, a rush of confidence pulsing through your veins.

“Just you, Angel. It’s always you,” he mumbled, turning to meet your kisses.

Kissing Matt Murdock was addictive. More than tobacco or sugar or cocaine. Maybe more than heroin on a day like this. When it was his hands searching your body for a new spot to squeeze and his sweet breath mixing with yours. His stubble scratched your cheeks in the best way, his warm skin burning across yours. A flash of the night before ran through your mind, causing your hips to twitch against his.

“Matty,” you sighed, your hands mindlessly gripping the collar of his shirt. A low growl rumbled in his chest, his heavy hands moving to your thighs, letting their grip release slightly.

“I know, Angel,” he mumbled, kissing your cheek once more before sighing and leaning back.

You looked back at him, blinking slowly to readjust your eyes to the sheer beauty of the boy against you. His lips puffy and wet, eyes up towards the sky as he blinked tiredly.

“Tell me why you call me that again. Please?” you whispered, your voice small as you blushed with the question. Matt licked his lips as he smiled, adjusting his hands against you.

“Call you what?” he smirked, letting out a soft laugh when he felt your hand smack his shoulder. He let out a deep sigh and reached up to hold your jawline, his thumb brushing across your cheek.

“I called you ‘angel’ for the first time on a Wednesday. I had woken up late for class and my shirt was on backwards and I was running to class. It was across campus and in all my running, I lost where I was,” he said, telling the story with the same enthusiasm as if it wasn’t the thousandth time you’d heard it. “But all of a sudden- “

“I love this part,” you whispered, holding his collar tighter. He nudged your fingers with his chin and pressed a short kiss to your knuckles.

“All of a sudden I heard a voice. The sweetest, clearest voice that ever rang in my ears. And like the good catholic I am, I immediately assumed it was from the heavens. The voice asked if I needed help and touched my arm with the gentleness of rose petals,” he continued the story, periodically ending his sentences with a kiss against your hands. “So, without thinking, in my rushed and tired state, I called you an angel. I felt the heat of your cheeks and heard the quickening of your heartbeat and unfortunately your humanity proved that you were not in fact an angel. Not to mention I couldn’t sense the wings. But I still, to this day, remain unconvinced. So, until God himself comes down to say you are, in fact, only human, I will call you Angel. My sweet, sweet Angel.”

Your smile felt like it would permanently alter the makeup of your face. Like it would force your bones to forever accommodate the expression to honor the fierce love and innocence of your feelings for the boy in front of you.

“I love you. Matty, I love you,” you whispered, your face pressing against his neck. You drew in as much of his scent as you could, almost tasting it in the back of your throat.

“I love you more, Angel. Always,” he murmured back, tilting your jaw upward to press the first of an endless number of kisses to your sweet lips.

[nationalharryleague]

Valentine’s Day

Summary: Y/N receives a special candy gram on Valentine’s Day. 

Genre: Valentine’s Day Fluff with Middle School Band Teacher!Harry 

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Hi my valentines!!! There’s about 30 minutes left of Valentine’s Day for me and I finished this piece right in time!! Thank you to the angel herself @tbslenthusiast​ for beta reading this for me and I cant wait to hear what you all think!! More of my writing can be found in my Masterlist and I would love to hear some feedback! 

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Valentine’s Day was never fun for you. You dreaded this day every year.

Valentine's Day in a middle school was full of teddy bears and flowers purchased by someone’s mom and having to tell 12 year olds to stop kissing in the hallway. You also knew that you would be inevitably interrogated by your students about your love life before getting any of them to listen to your lesson about the industrial revolution.

And every year, your answer stayed the same.

“It is none of your business,” you would begin with a teasing sigh. “But if you all have to know, I am happily single.”

And every year, you were met with a chorus of disappointed whines.

Your students were always desperate to wiggle their way into your personal life, a side-effect of being one of the youngest teachers in the school. You were closer in age to them than to some of your coworkers and they took advantage of that fact constantly, creating an open and honest dialogue with their favorite history teacher.

“But do you have a crush, Miss Y/L/N?” Jenna, one of your favorite students, piped up this Valentine’s Day from the front row. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way she raised her eyebrow at you from her desk, inquisitive and adorably curious.

“How about this?” you started, raising your own eyebrow to match her’s. “I’ll tell you if I have a crush, if you can tell me why the printing press was so important to the industrial revolution.”

Your heart started to drop as you watched the massive smile stretch across her face, exposing a mouth full of braces with pink rubber bands. They weren't supposed to learn about the printing press for another week.

“It made information more affordable and easier to access which bridged the information gap between the rich and the poor,” she answered like she had the textbook right in front of her. She crossed her arms triumphantly and leaned back into her seat while the class oohed and ahhed around her, knowing she had kept up her end of their deal.

You felt your cheeks heat as your classroom descended into giggles as your flustered face. “Nice job, smarty pants,” you let out with a nervous giggle.

“Remember, honesty is the best policy,” another student shouted out, pointing towards the poster on the wall of your classroom next to the world map that read the same saying.

“Okay, okay, okay,” you conceded, raising your hands in surrender to the classroom full of seventh graders. “I do have a crush.”

Your students erupted at your admission. Whos, whats, wheres, whens, and whys were thrown out by the class, but only a gentle smirk rested on your features, refusing to relinquish any more information to the children demanding it.

“You aren’t getting anything else than that!” you raised your voice to settle the rowdy classroom with a laugh. You moved from the front of the class back to your desk, listening to the gentle click of your heels on the white tile and gathering the stack of worksheets for that day’s lesson. “Now, pass these around and stop asking questions,” you playfully scolded.

“That’s not what your poster says, Miss Y/L/N,” Jenna spoke up again, pointing out another poster on your wall.

Never stop asking questions! was written in bold rainbow colors on the wall and it was now staring back at you.

You let out a chuckle and shook your head at the floor, knowing they had caught you once again. “I’m going to take down all my posters and you’re going to have to learn in a boring classroom soon.”

“We are just looking out for your love life!”

“You deserve a boyfriend!”

“Or a girlfriend!”

“Just someone who loves you!”

You smiled wide at the class full of endearing faces in front of you. They had nothing but good intentions and were sweeter than Valentine’s Day candy. You loved these kids like they were your own.

“Guys, I appreciate your concern,” you confessed. “But I promise I have it under control.”

After that, they began to settle down, eventually letting you give your lesson on the industrial revolution and scientific advancements of the period.

But you knew you had told them a lie.

You did not have it under control, at all. You were hopelessly in love with the kind man with curly hair and green eyes down the hallway in the band room and had no idea what to do about it.

Harry was one of your first friends when you were hired last year, volunteering to show you around the school and fill you in on all the workplace gossip. He had flecks of cheeky mischief in his eyes as he told you about the gym and spanish teachers’ affair and how the coffee machine was broken by one of the math teachers after a bad administrative evaluation. You had listened adoringly, like he was explaining the meaning of life, and you hadn’t been able to shake your crush since.

You brought each other coffees on the daily and were always in and out of each other’s classrooms. He always made sure you were a chaperone on his field trips and you always made sure he was one on yours. He had even convinced you to let your classes come to band practice once a month so they could play music from the time period your classes were currently studying.

He was endearing and kind and charming and so so good with all the kids. He was also incredibly sexy, which made it even more difficult to control yourself around him. You had the fattest and most uncontrollable crush on him, but he was your friend and you didn’t want to ruin that.

The ring of the bell that signified the end of the class period brought you out of your Harry induced haze, waving goodbye to your students and shouting after them to do their homework and to stop kissing in the hallways. You stood against the door frame of your classroom and watched their little awkward bodies skurry towards their next class, but your attention was soon caught by the tall man who’s chocolate curls stuck out high above the sea of middle schoolers that surrounded him.

“Good morning, love. Happy Valentine’s Day,” he smiled wide, dimples appearing like they were inviting you to poke them, as he reached your classroom and your heart fluttered at his affectionate pet name.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Harry,” you beamed back at him, hoping he and the passing students didn’t pick up on the adoration that was becoming very hard for you to hide.

“Oi, stop that,” he called over your shoulder, slight disgust showing on his face. You turned around and were met by two kids sucking face behind you. “Guys, just go to class,” he exasperatedly sighed when he was met by their shocked and embarrassed faces. Once they were gone, the two of you descended into a fit of giggles.

“They have no shame!” you laughed.

“Absolutely none!”

“Why are you over here? Not that you aren't welcome, but don’t you have a class to teach?” you teased gently as students began to gradually fill up your own classroom.

“I thought I would stop by and wish you a happy love day.” He smiled wide at you and spoke sweetly. If you weren’t reading into it too closely, you thought he might even be blushing a bit. “And it’s okay,” he waved off his class, clearing his throat and his voice returning to normal. “They’ll survive a few minutes alone. I trust them.”

“You shouldn’t,” you giggled again.

“Yeah,” he nodded with a chuckle. “I probably should get back, but I wanted to invite you to come to my classroom and get some cookies whenever you get a chance today.”

You felt your heart soar at his invitation, no matter how friendly the proposal. “I am free next period.”

“I know,” he winked, and your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. “I will see you then,” he grinned as he began to walk backwards down the hallway, maintaining eye contact for as long as he could, before spinning down the hall just as the bell rang to start the next period.

You tried your best to focus on your lesson about the renaissance with your sixth graders, but your mind kept floating back to the delightful man who had invited you for cookies. 

Had he invited all of the teachers for cookies? Or did he ask just you? Was he just being nice? Or did he actually want to see you? Had he been flirting with you?

The lesson was interrupted when there was a knock on your classroom door. You opened it up to find one of your students, Matt, dressed in a giant heart costume holding baskets full of labelled chocolate bars.

“I’m here to give out Valentine’s Day candy grams, Miss Y/L/N!” Matt exclaimed, his face barely fitting into the far too large hole cut out for his face. Every year the student council set up a candy gram fundraiser and the kid in the suit never got any less cute. You let out a chuckle as you looked down at him, opening the door further and letting him into the room.

You watched with a smile as he called out students’ names and the genuine surprise and flattery that passed over their features. Cheeks turned red and shy smiles played on their lips as they made their way to the front of the room and retrieved their candy from the giant pink heart.

You were caught off guard when you heard your own name be called. Matt held out the meticulously wrapped pink candy bar out to you as the class let out an “ooh” and your cheeks heated with embarrassment. Your cheeks heated even further as you read the label.

To: Miss Y/L/N

From: Mr. Styles

Will you be my valentine?

Your heart fluttered in your chest and you had a very hard time holding back the large and toothy grin that wanted to appear in front of your students.

“Who is it from?” one of your students asked excitedly.

“I don’t ask who your Valentines are, do I?” you teased, but held the candy bar close to your chest over your heart. You could feel your heart racing underneath your hands.

The giant pink heart standing at the front of the classroom finished distributing his candy and your class led a chorus of goodbyes as he left the room, onto the next classroom to spread some more innocent young love. You impatiently watched the clock tick down the seconds until the bell rang and released both you and your students out into the school.

And just when it felt like it might never come, the bell rang through the school and your students were off into the chaos of a passing period. You followed closely behind after you gathered your things, the candy bar slid carefully into your bag. You flowed along with the flow of children that carried you down the hallway, heart racing as Harry’s classroom came into view, your feet quickly matching it’s tempo.

Your footsteps echoed on the tile in the acoustics of the large room, your voice bouncing off the walls as you said hello. He had been tuning a guitar when you came in, his attention flashing up from the instrument in his hands to you.

“I was promised cookies,” you teased him. “They better be good.”

“I promise they are. They’re my nan’s recipe.”

“Of course they’re your nan’s recipe,” you sighed with a chuckle.

“What’s so bad about using my nan’s recipe?” he asked incredulously, grinning as he settled the guitar back into its stand and moved towards you.

“Absolutely nothing,” you sighed adoringly. “I just think it’s very sweet.”

“You haven’t even tried them yet! You can’t say they’re too sweet.”

You couldn’t hold back the giant smile that was so wide it made your cheeks hurt, chuckling at his cheesy joke. He made you feel warm when he moved closer to you, like someone had just turned up the heat in the large room.

“I meant that you were sweet, silly,” you tried to joke, but it came out genuine and soft. You bit on your lip nervously, replaying the affectionate tone in your head over and over.

“Thank you, sweetie,” he smirked softly at the pet name and you felt like you were soaring.

He was close to you now, having crossed the room and standing only a few feet away from your body. You wanted to close the space between you two, to kiss him with all your might, to tell him you would love to be his valentine. But just as you built up the courage, he stepped away towards his desk, retrieving a cookie for both of you.

The cookies were shaped into small perfect hearts with a coarse pink sugar pressed into the soft biscuit. The cookie melted in your mouth and the sugar granules crunched between your teeth. You had to hold yourself back from releasing a moan at the taste. They were dainty and delicate and you could only imagine how much time he had put into them.

But you weren’t shocked. Harry was like that. He was gentle, taking care and measured precision with everything he did. He spoke to the kids with tender care, making them feel talented and successful, and was always there to lend a helping hand whenever one of them needed it. And he spoke to you the same way.

“Harry-” you began softly, but he cut you off before you could finish.

“-Yes, I would love to.”

“What?”

“I would love to be your valentine.”

Your heart jumped in your chest, flattered heat rushing to the surface of your cheeks, but you also looked at him with a slight confusion. He had asked you to be his valentine, hadn’t he?

As you looked at him in slight shock, you noticed the small and meticulously wrapped pink candy bar that sat on his desk. Oh my god, they didn’t, you thought.

You could only imagine the confusion that fell onto Harry’s features as you moved away from him and towards his desk, picking up the candy bar and reading the writing on the wrapper.

To: Mr. Styles

From: Miss Y/L/N

Will you be my valentine?

Oh my god, they did.

“Harry,” you chuckled, looking back towards him and holding the chocolate bar up. “When did you get this?”

“I got it this morning when the kids delivered it,” he said dumbfounded. “Why?”

“Because I didn’t send this.” You walked over to your bag that you had left near the door and retrieved your own matching candy bar. “And I’m assuming you didn’t send this either?”

You handed the pink package to him and he read the label closely, eyebrows furrowing even further, then relaxing as you watched the puzzle fall together in his head as it had in yours.

“The kids sent these to us from each other, didn’t they?”

“I believe they did, Mr. Styles,” you nodded.

His cheeks turned a bright red, embarrassment flooding his features. “I’m sorry about before then,” he stammered out. You watched the panic on his face as he searched for something to say that would cover his tracks, but you cut it off when you connected your lips to his.

His lips were soft and velvety and he tasted exactly like the sweet sugar cookie he had gifted you. Your lips moved gently over each other and you slid your hands up to play with the curls that rested at the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you as his hands found their spot on your hips. You couldn’t help the smiles that fought their way into the kiss and you broke apart moments later, both flushed and flustered, small giggles leaving both of you.

“I would love to be your valentine if you would have me,” you said breathlessly as you looked up to him.

“It’s all I could ask for.”

“This is the best Valentine’s Day ever,” you said softly against his lips, already pulling him back in for more.

“We’re just like the kids in the hallway.”

“They’re not too bad. I understand it now.”

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!! REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK MEAN THE WORLD!!! :)

[indiee19]

Doesn't Time Fly

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: You and Alex growing up together.

warnings: light swearing, sad in some parts

word count: 4.1k

-Request from Wattpad

a/n: Hope that you enjoy. Also, sorry that this was kind of delayed, I'm currently moving so I'm sorry.

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1993

You sat in the very back of the class. You had just moved to High Green, Sheffield and knew no one. Because you didn't know anyone, the seats beside you were empty, everyone else sitting beside their friends.

You thought that you would just sit by yourself for the rest of the day, maybe even the year, but to your surprise, three boys came to sit beside you.

"Hey, aren't you the girl that just moved in to the big white house on the block?" one of them with light brown hair, sitting to your left.

"Yeah," you said, cheering up a little. They all made a shocked face, one of their mouths wide open.

"Oh my gosh, you're so lucky," another one with dark brown hair said. He looked down at your arms that were crossed on the table, seeing your silver bracelet that you had on. "Wow, that's cool, where'd you get it?" he asked, picking up your hand that it was on.

"My nan gave it to me for my birthday," you said, smiling.

"I'm Alex by the way. And this is Matthew J. Helders the third, but we call 'im Matt, and that's Jamie, or you can call him Cookie if you want to," Alex said. You introduced yourself and then the teacher called for everyone to quiet down, your day now being turned around, having made three friends that you lived close to.

From that day on, you four were the best of friends, and hardly ever stayed away from each other, always going to the park, going to each others houses and staying over, making new friends.

It was the start of something amazing.

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1997

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You ran through your house to the front door, almost running into your mother on accident. "No running in the house!" your mother yelled.

"Sorry," you called back. "I'll be back in a few minutes! I'm going to Al's house." You quickly closed the door and began walking to Alex's house, excited to see him after he was gone on holiday for two weeks.

You and Alex had grown up in the same neighborhood since you moved and you  became very close with him, along with a few of his friends that lived in the neighborhood: Matt Helders, Jamie Cook, Andy Nicholson, and someone named Nick O'Malley, and the best part was that all of you lived within a two minute walking distance.

Though it was a two minute walking time, you still rushed to get there, eager to Alex and hopefully go hang out with everyone else. You reached his house and walked up the two front steps, knocking on the door.

"Coming," Penny yelled. She opened the door and said hello to you.

"Hi, Mrs. Turner, is Alex home?" you asked.

"Yes, and how many times do I have to tell you, you don't have to call me Mrs. Turner, Penny will do," she laughed, moving aside so that you could come in. "He's in his room."

"Thank you ... Penny," you said, walking upstairs to Alex's room. You knocked on the door, but when no one opened it, you opened it instead, seeing Alex watching a show - Danger Mouse, his favourite.

You walked over to him and tapped on his shoulder, making him jump a little. "You scared me," he said, standing up, giving you a hug. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too, Al," you said, sitting down in the floor, Alex doing the same. "How was your holiday? What all did you do?" you asked, excited to learn about everything he did in Belfast.

"Well, first we visited the Peace Wall, and you know how mum is, so she of course took at least fifteen pictures of me there. Then, we went and saw the Ulster Museum and that was really, really cool. We saw the Botanic gardens and the Belfast Castle which was awesome," he said, just as excited as you.

He told you all about the trip, explaining every detail that he could. He told you all about the castle and the museum and anything else that he could remember. As he was telling about Botanic Gardens, you both heard Penny call yours and his name, asking for you both to come downstairs.

"Okay, we'll be right there, mum," Alex called, standing up, holding his hand out for you. You took his hand and both walked downstairs to the kitchen, seeing Penny placing two plates with sandwiches on them.

"What do you two want to drink?" she asked, going to the cupboard and getting two glasses.

"Water, please," you said.

"I'll have water too, mum," Alex said. She nodded and got you both a glass of water, handing it to you both as you sat down, starting to eat the sandwich. "After this, do you want to go see Matt and Jamie?" Alex asked, his mouth full.

You nodded and started to drink the water as Penny told Alex not to speak with his mouth full and you laughed as you put the glass down.

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1999

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You heard your mom call your name from downstairs. "Honey, come on, Alex and them are here," she said.

"Coming," you yelled back, quickly adding the finishing touches of your costume on, rushing downstairs. You saw Alex, Matt, Jamie, and Andy all waiting in the family room, talking to your mom.

You saw them in their costumes, Alex dressed up as Steve from Full House, Matt dressed up as Cory from Boy Meets World, and Andy dressed up as Jesse from Full House. You were dressed up as D.J. from the show, you all deciding on a group costume months ago for your last time trick or treat-ing. Though, Matt didn't seem to want to dress up as someone from Full House, so he went with Boy Meets World.

"Okay, everyone, come together, I want to get a picture of you all," your mom said, taking her camera out, snapping quite a few pictures of you all.

"Mum," you complained, knowing that she would take at least twenty pictures of you all.

"What? Their parents wanted me to take some pictures," she said, taking a few more.

"Yeah, a few, which means four," you replied. Your mother scoffed and stopped taking the pictures, letting you all leave.

"So, which house are we going to first?" Matt asked. Andy was first to come up with an idea, saying that you all should go to the house on the end of the block.

"Race you there," Jamie said, pushing Andy and Matt out of the way so that he could start running towards the house.

"Hey, that's no fair, you got a head start," Matt yelled, him and Andy running after Jamie. You and Alex kept walking, laughing at them. Alex shook his head, laughed and looked down at the ground. "Goofballs," you laughed, continuing to walk, seeing Matt run into Jamie, falling onto the pavement.

You heard a slight whisper of your name and you looked at Alex. "I, uh ... I just wanted to say ... uh, um, t-that ... your, uh-your costume looks really good," Alex stuttered, tripping over his words, pausing very often to try and get the right words to come out of his mouth.

You thanked him and told him the same, an idea coming to your head instantly. "Race you to the house," you said, slightly pushing Alex to get a head start. "Oh, I don't think so," Alex laughed, catching up to you, grabbing you from behind, ultimately beating you, making you all laugh.

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2002

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You and Alex were sitting on your bed, both of your heads against the headboard, and you were fiddling with your fingers. "Love, can I ask you something?" Alex said, turning to look at you. You looked at him and nodded. "Have you ever kissed someone?" he asked, refusing to meet your eyes now.

You shook your head. "No, have you?" you asked. He said no and you took his hand. There was a moment of silence before anyone said anything. "C-can I kiss you?" he asked, finally looking you in the eyes finally.

You nodded and you both leaned in to kiss one another, lips moving in sync. It was a soft, elongated kiss, not a full on make out, but a longer kiss than you would have ever expected. You heard your mother call both yours and Alex's name from downstairs. "Alex, Matt and them are here and they're asking for you," she yelled.

You both pulled away and Alex brushed a piece of your hair out of your face. "I've got to go now," he said, standing up, and you did too. You walked down the stairs with Alex and saw Matt, Jamie, and Andy sitting in the family room.

"You ready, Al?" Jamie asked, standing up. Alex nodded and everyone else stood up, ready to leave. "Bye, love," Alex said, hugging you before leaving, everyone else saying goodbye. You said your goodbyes and went back upstairs to your room, reaching into your bedside drawer for your journal and a pen. You opened it and began to write about what had just happened.

'I had my first kiss today. It was with Alex, up until now I never realized how cute he was. But, unfortunately, he had to leave. I assume that he was going to practice with the boys, apparently they've decided on a name - Arctic Monkeys. It's a silly name, I'll admit that, but what else would I have expected from Alex?'

Your mother called you down for dinner, and you put your journal and pen away and went downstairs.

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2002 *two months later*

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You sat in the back of the class, waiting for Alex and Matt to get here. You had some really important news to tell them - especially Alex - and wanted them to be the first ones to know, you had waited to tell your mom, that's how much you wanted them to know first.

You watched the door like a hawk, hoping that whenever it opened it would be them. Ten minutes passed and it was almost time for class to start, you knew that they were at school, having walked with them. Then, finally, one minute before class was going to start, they walked in, walking to the back to sit beside you.

"Hey, where the hell have you guys been? I've been waiting in here forever," you asked, class now starting.

"We were discussing a few things for our band, apparently Glen quit so now we don't have a lead singer," Matt whispered. The teacher asked everyone to get out their books and you three did so, continuing to have your conversation.

"Alex could be your lead singer," you replied, lowering your voice so that only you, Matt, and Alex could hear it. Alex gave you a surprised expression, his mouth agape. "What?" he asked, "I can't sing."

You shook your head, looking down at the floor. "Then you have clearly never heard yourself sing in the shower while you're at my house then," you answered, eliciting a quiet laugh from Matt, making Alex glare at the both of you. You kept on trying to persuade him, Matt helping you out and, finally, after a few minutes of trying to convince him, he said that he'd do it.

"Oh, and I have something to tell you both," you said, excited to tell them, to see their reaction. "Okay, what is it?" Alex asked, excited to find out as well. You breathed in deeply before telling them.

"Well, yesterday, after school someone asked me out," you said, the both of them now intrigued. They both looked at you and asked you who it was, you quickly told them and they were shocked.  "Well, what did you say?" Matt asked, curious.

"I said yes," you answered. Alex looked up at you, not expecting you to ever have interest in the guy that asked you out. "What the fuck, love," Alex said loudly, everyone in the class looking back at him.  "Mr. Turner, for that, it will be detention," the teacher said. You glanced over at Matt then at Alex. You didn't think that he would get so mad over you dating, I mean, he's dated someone before, so why couldn't you date someone as well?

You and Alex didn't talk to each other for the rest of the school day, it was only when you all started walking home that you said something to each other. "So, did Alex tell you that he's now going to be the lead singer?" you asked Jamie and Andy, Alex looking up at you.

"What, really, Al?" Jamie asked, happy, him and Andy smiling like crazy. "Uh, y-yeah, I am," Alex answered, never once taking his eyes off you. "That's fucking amazing," Jamie laughed.

You slightly smiled at Alex, and he returned it. As you all walked to each others houses, you ran into a kid named Nick that you went to school with and that you all lived close to one another and you all said hi to him.

You reached Jamie's house first, then Andy's, then Matt's, then Alex's and finally yours. You went inside and went upstairs to your room, sitting on your bed, getting out your journal, writing about today.

-

2003

-

When you heard the doorbell ring, you immediately jumped up from you seat, rushing to the door and opening it, greeted by Alex's big eyes and his adorable smile, guitar in hand and a notebook in the other. You stepped aside and let him in, taking off his jacket and putting down his things in the family room as you shut the door.  "Hey, love. I've missed you," he said, hugging you. "I've missed you too, Al," you said, pulling away from the hug. "So, what did you want to show me?"

He sat down on the sofa, you sitting down beside him. "Well, me and the guys have been working this song for a few months now and I wanted to show you it before we play it tonight," he said, getting his guitar and the pick out of the case. "Okay then, sing away, Al," you laughed, excited to hear the song, knew that he put so much time and effort into his music and couldn't wait to hear it, hear his angelic voice.

"Uh, j-just keep in mind that the lyrics could possibly change by next month or so. So, yeah," he said, getting ready to strum his guitar.

'There's always somebody taller with more of a wit. And he's equipped to enthrall her and the friends think he's fit, and you just can't measure up, no, you don't have a prayer. Wishing that you made the most of her when she was there.

They've got engaged, no intention of a wedding. He pinched your bird and he probably kicked your head in. Bigger boys and stolen sweetheart. You're better off with out her anyway. You said you wasn't sad to see her go. Oh, no.'

You watched as he strung the cords on his guitar, watched as he played the little riff after finishing the second chorus.

'Have you heard what she's been doing, never did it for me. Picks her up at the school gate at twenty past three. She's been with all the boys, but never went very far. And she wagged english and science, just to go in his car.

They've got engaged, no intention of a wedding. He pinched me bird and he probably kicked my head in. No, now the girls a bone, but I'm sure they'll carry it on in similar ways.

Bigger boys and stolen sweethearts. Oh, I'm better off without her anyway. I said I wasn't sad to see her go, yeah, but I'm only pretending, you know. Yeah, I'm only pretending, you know. Yeah, I'm only pretending, you know. Oh, I'm only pretending, you know.'

He slowly stopped strumming, looking back up at you, an expression of worry, wondered if you liked the song or not. He hesitantly asked you what you thought about it, holding in his breath.

"Alex, I-I ... I love it, it's amazing!" you exclaimed, hugging him tightly. He let out his breath and hugged you back.

Though, as much as you liked the song, you knew that there was a reason for it, he always makes his songs have some sort of meaning, and you wondered what it was about. You pulled away from the hug and asked him, curious after you had the thought.

He breathed in deeply, exhaling before he started to speak. "Well, its about t-this girl ... that I like ... a-and before I 'ad the chance to ask her out, she told me that she was asked out by someone bigger than me and she said yes. A-and I feel as if they're going to get engaged with no wedding - a-and they've even talked about it too actually. Ever since then, Matt and them asked me if I was sad to see her with someone else, and every time I say that I'm fine, but the truth is that I'm probably not. Well, I know I'm not," he explained.

You were now more curious. Who was the girl? Did he like someone and not tell you? I mean, he told you everything let alone told the guys about who he liked. "Who's the girl?" you asked, propping your arm on your knees, holding up your head.

He didn't respond, just looked down at the floor. "Come on, do I know her?" you questioned, desperate to find out who it was.

"Well, yeah, k-kinda," he said nervously. He opened his mouth, about to say something, but the ringing of his phone stopped him from doing so. It was Matt. Alex answered and they chatted for a bit, hanging up after about seven minutes. "Alright, I'll see you in, like, ten minutes, maybe?" Alex said, putting his guitar back in the case and picking it up, grabbing his coat,

He walked to the front door and so did you, saying your goodbyes to one another. "Oh, and you're still going to the show tonight, right?" Alex questioned.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Al," you said, quickly adding that you'd be bringing your boyfriend, who you just now realized was much bigger than Alex and that you two had talked about marrying with no wedding. But that could just be a coincidence, right?

-

2005

-

You heard the door to the bathroom open, quickly wiping your tearstained face, still crying softly. "Love, are you in here?" they asked - it was Alex - and he now knew.  You stayed silent. Maybe he would just walk out, leave like everything was fine, even though it wasn't. He said your name now, wanting to know where you'd run off to, worried about you and what had happened.

You tried to conceal your cries, but a faint whimper left your lips and he heard, walking over to the stall that you were in. He opened the door, seeing you look up at him - nose red, face tearstained, makeup smudged because of the immense amount of crying you had done in only the matter of five minutes.

"Oh, love, what happened?" he said calmly, kneeling down beside you, hugging you and holding you tightly. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, crying into his shoulder, his shirt becoming damp from your tears. "Shh, shh, it's okay, it's okay," he said, comforting you as best he could, rubbing your back, trying to soothe you and calm you down. You wanted to speak, wanted to tell him what happened, but every time you tried, the tears would start to come again, making it nearly impossible for you to speak.

It must have been twenty minutes before you were able to speak and be understandable and you lifted your head from Alex's shoulder. "Do you want to tell me what happened now, love?" he asked; you nodded, wiping your face.

"Uh, umm, w-well, I went to go get me and him some drinks and when I was finally able to get them and get back, he wasn't where he last was, so I looked around for him, and when I did finally find him, I saw him w-with another bitch all over each other. A-and I walked over to him to ask what the hell was going on and instead of him answering me, that bitch did and said that they'd been fucking ever since we started dating," you explained, talking about your boyfriend -well, ex-boyfriend now - tears welling up in your eyes. You closed your eyes, a few tears trailing down your face.

"Oh, love, I'm so, so sorry," Alex said, wiping your tears with the pad of his thumb. "Well, he's a fucking dumb cunt if he cheated on you," he smiled, trying to cheer you up.

"I know, but I really liked him," you replied, hugging him again, but this time tighter. "Can you take me home, please, Al?"

He nodded and you both exited the stall and bathroom, walking past the guys and telling what happened and where you were going. They all frowned and asked if you were okay, to which you replied with a "Yes, I am."

On your way out, he came up to you and tried apologizing, but you wouldn't listen and Alex wouldn't let you stay near him for more than five seconds at a time. Your now ex-boyfriend begged you to listen to him, and to Alex's dismay, you turned around to talk to him. "Babe, I'm so sorry, I don't know what the bloody hell I was thinking. Please, forgive me," he apologized. You looked over at Alex and he shook his head no.

"I-I ... no, I'm sorry," you said, turning back to Alex, walking out of the club, walking to Alex's, and his mums, car, getting in and starting to drive home. You stared out the window the entire time and either one of you hardly spoke, what had just happened enough for the both of you.

He was the first one to speak, breaking the silence that had plagued the car for ten minutes. "Love, can I tell you something?" he asked, pulling up to the curb beside your house. You nodded and he quickly spoke. "Y-you know the song I showed you about two years ago, Bigger Boys And Stolen Sweethearts?" he asked.

"Yeah, why?" you replied, sitting up in the passenger seat. "Did you ever figure out who I wrote it about?" he asked you.

You shook your head no and asked who it was about. He just looked at you then at the floorboard. You were confused for a moment, then it hit you. You ex was much, much bigger than Alex, you and him always talked about getting married with no wedding, he always picked you up at twenty past three, and you did miss english and science to go in his car.

"It's ... about ... me?" you said in disbelief. He nodded. "Yeah, to be honest, I've always 'ad a crush on you, and the day I was going to ask you out, he did and that's why I got all mad when you told me," he explained. You blushed and slowly leaned in to kiss him.

"I like you too, Al," you smiled, kissing him softly, taking him by surprise. He kissed you back and cupped your face in his hands, yours going around his neck. He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes. He nudged your nose with his, eliciting a laugh from you. "You're so pretty," he said. "Be my girlfriend?"

"Yes," you said. He smiled and pulled away whispering a 'yesss' to himself. You laughed and decided it was time to go inside, tired. You said your goodbyes and you walked in, going to your room.

-

2006

-

"I love you," Alex said, kissing your temple.

"I love you too, Al. I'm just going to miss you," you responded, kissing his lips this time. He had to leave, his band now taking off and gaining the popularity that they deserve and worked so hard for. You didn't want him to go, but he had to.

If you didn't have uni then you would've gone with him. You saw Matt and he waved Alex over, the band yelling 'goodbye' to you. "Goodbye, love, I'll call you as soon as we land," he said.

"You better," you joked, kissing him. "Don't forget about me, Turner."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he said before walking away, waving you bye. You slowly turned around and walked outside to your car, soon receiving a text from Alex.

-

"I love you."

[desmondkane-of-ao3-fame]

I’m in a big Skara appreciation mood today, so-! Story prompt! Skara using her kickass strategist skills to matchmake :3

A delightful idea I never actually thought about. Let’s see.

Skara isn’t just a strategist; she’s also a romantic. A romantic soul will always try to aim for the biggest, most romantic way of getting people to fall in love with each other, including her friends! And one day, while discussing strategies with her team, a tired Hunter accidentally reveals his crush on a certain green haired boy. When Skara says she can help him, he merely shakes his head, knowing nothing will work for him. But Skara’s a smart cookie, and with her own completely platonic fantasies about asking Willow out as a basis, Skara knows how to pull this off!

She starts by setting up an elixir vial and filling it with a potion she tells Hunter will make him super confident, along with a small makeover. When Hunter goes to school the next day and see’s Edric sitting in his seat, Hunter downs the elixir and sits next to him, attempting to be suave and cool, leaning back in his chair until he literally falls out onto the floor. Edric helps Hunter up, grabbing his hand, and they both feel a shock of sensations rush through them. Hunter’s confused, but Edric realizes Hunter was using a potion to help see if two people like each other, at which case they’ll feel a shock upon contact. Hunter realized that Skara intended him to do something to get Edric to save him, given his terrible suaveness, and realizes this means Ed does like him back. Score one for Skara.

Learning about her success with Hunter, Viney comes up next, asking Skara for help with her own crush on another Blight. Skara ponders this one a bit, but this one is actually a lot easier to do given it was actually something someone did for her: a fake medical emergency! This time, she convinces Viney to fake an injury during Flyer Derby practice, and Skara ‘rushes’ her to the Healing wing, ‘coincidentally’ just as Em is doing her healing internship. When some of the adult Healers can’t figure out what’s going on, Emira tries to figure it out, and out comes Viney coughing up ‘her’ heart, landing in her lap, with the words ‘EM; DATE?’ written on it. Em’s so stunned, yet so impressed by the gaul, that she says yes. Skara’s plans are two for two now!

Finally, Gus decides to ask Skara for help with his own crush; Matt! Skara’s not really familiar with him at all, but when Gus says he’s in Construction and Illusions, Skara decides on her biggest project yet; she helps Gus set up a big tower, using illusion magic to spice it up. When the tower gets rolled up to Hexside, Skara states only a true genius can rescue Gus from the top. Matt, totally to prove he’s a genius and not because he likes Gus, tries to climb it, but fails, eventually deciding to use his illusion and construction magic to safely bring the tower down to ground level. When he does, a nervous Gus admits it was an idea to admit to Matt he liked him based on some old human fairytale Luz told Skara once. Matt, blushing, calls Gus ridiculous for not just admitting to Matt he likes him, since Matt does too and all. Gus is ecstatic, and Skara feels accomplished at getting three for three! Gus even offers to help Skara with her own crush! But uh, Skara doesn’t have a crush, no sir-e! Especially not on Willow, nope!

Ok so maybe Skara has a bit of a crush on Willow. And maybe she wants to confess to Willow, like, really badly. But someone as awesome and smart and funny and strong and pretty as Willow can’t actually like her, can she? So she’s just resigned herself to asking if Willow even has a crush and helping her with that. The trouble is, Willow doesn’t have a crush, she says. But she can’t look at Skara whenever she says it for some reason. Skara just frowns and accepts that she can’t really help Willow if she doesn’t have a crush.

Except, obviously, she does. On Skara! So when everyone Skara helped realizes Skara AND Willow like each other, they decide to help Willow confess. She’s nervous, cause she still isn’t sure why someone as awesome and funny and smart and pretty as Skara would like her, but Willow goes along with it, asking Skara to meet up with her behind the school at lunch. She tells Skara she likes her, and she wanted to tell her sooner but didn’t think Skara would feel the same. Skara, stunned, collapses to the ground for a moment, before Willow leans over her, begging if she’s ok, not realizing she’s in kissing distance for a few seconds before both girls blush madly. Skara, however, works up the courage, even in this position, to admit she’s liked Willow for a bit herself. The two smile to each other, and, holding hands even after Willow helps pick Skara up, decide to make a date for after Friday.

When Skara later learns of her Entrails friends role in Willow’s confession, she makes a mental note to get them all the best seats at Skara and Willow’s wedding.

[midnightsslut]

Taylor Swift Tours Masterpost

Hey everyone! For absolutely no reason at all, I’ve decided to compile a masterpost of all the regular setlists, surprise songs, covers, and guests on Taylor’s tours with links to YouTube videos when available (I’m only including videos that weren’t featured in official tour movies). I’ve noticed that, although there are posts like this for specific tours, like Red or reputation, some of this information is pretty hard to find, and it might be useful to some to have it all in one place. Also, I’m something of a Taylor Swift live performance ~connoisseur (💀), so I thought I might share. :) Here we go

Note: This is only part one. I don’t know when the posts for Red, 1989, and reputation will be up.

Part One: Fearless & Speak Now

Fearless Tour (April 23, 2009-July 10, 2010)

This tour did not feature a ‘surprise song slot,’ but she did sometimes change the setlist up a bit. She also brought out a couple of surprise guests (most notably John Mayer and Katy Perry), but not nearly as many as she did on her later tours.

Regular setlist: Fearless Tour

1. ‘You Belong with Me’

2. ‘Our Song’

3. ‘Tell Me Why’

4. ‘Teardrops on My Guitar’

5. ‘Fearless’

6. ‘Forever & Always’

7. ‘Hey Stephen’

8. ‘Fifteen’

9. ‘Tim McGraw’

10. ‘White Horse’ (x)

11. ‘Love Story’

12. ‘The Way I Loved You’ (x)

13. ‘You’re Not Sorry’ / ‘What Goes Around… Comes Around’ (x)

14. ‘Picture to Burn’

15. ‘Change’ (x)

16. ‘I’m Only Me When I’m with You’ (2009) (x) OR ‘Today Was a Fairytale’ (2010)

17. ‘Should’ve Said No’ (extended version)

Footnotes:

*Starting from the show in Uncasville, Connecticut on August 28, 2009, ‘Change’ was removed from the setlist. It was added back in Greensville, South Carolina on September 4, 2009. Starting from the show in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania on October 1, 2009, it was removed again.

*European shows on the 2009 leg often removed ‘I’m Only Me When I’m with You’ as well as ‘Change.’

*Starting from the show in Brisbane, Australia on February 4, 2010, ‘Today Was a Fairytale’ replaced ‘I’m Only Me When I’m with You’ in the encore.

Surprise songs:

1. ‘The Best Day’ - Evansville, Indiana (April 23, 2009) Note: This was actually the first show of the tour. Unfortunately, I haven’t found a video of this performance.

2. ‘Two Is Better Than One’ - Brisbane, Australia (February 4, 2010) (x)

3. ‘The Best Day’ - Moline, Illinois (May 8, 2010) (x)

4. ‘Jump Then Fall’ - Foxborough, Massachusetts (June 5, 2010) (x)

Surprise guest performances:

1. ‘Your Body is a Wonderland’ and ‘White Horse’ (already part of the regular acoustic set but performed as a duet here) with John Mayer - Los Angeles, CA (May 22, 2009) (x)

2. ‘The Way You Love Me’ with Faith Hill - Nashville, TN (September 12, 2009) (x)

3. ‘Hot N Cold’ with Katy Perry - Los Angeles, CA (April 15, 2010)

Speak Now World Tour (February 9, 2011-March 18, 2012)

Regular setlists:

Eurasia (February 9, 2011-March 30, 2011)

Note: All of the performances linked below are from the Eurasian leg. Therefore, their quality is questionable. I’m only including these because this leg had a slightly different wardrobe than the North American leg which was recorded for the tour movie. I’m not including videos from performances where the costume is the same.

1. ‘Sparks Fly’

2. ‘Mine’

3. ‘The Story of Us’

4. ‘Back to December’ / ‘Apologize’ / ‘You’re Not Sorry’ (x)

5. ‘Better Than Revenge’ (x)

6. ‘Speak Now’

7. ‘Fearless’ / ‘I’m Yours’ / ‘Hey, Soul Sister’

8. ‘Fifteen’ (x)

9. ‘You Belong with Me’

10. ‘Dear John’ (x) - I’m only including this video because she wore her hair loose lol

11. ‘Enchanted’ (x)

12. ‘Long Live’ (x)

13. ‘Love Story’ (x)

North America & Oceania (May 21, 2011-March 18, 2012)

This is based solely on the first North American show

1. ‘Sparks Fly’

2. ‘Mine’

3. ‘The Story of Us’

4. ‘Our Song’

5. ‘Mean’

6. ‘Back to December’ / ‘Apologize’ / ‘You’re Not Sorry’

7. ‘Better Than Revenge’

8. ‘Speak Now’

9. ‘Fearless’ / ‘I’m Yours’ / ‘Hey, Soul Sister’

10. ‘Last Kiss’

11. ‘You Belong with Me’

12. ‘Dear John’

13. ‘Enchanted’

14. ‘Haunted’

15. ‘Long Live’

16. ‘Fifteen’

17. ‘Love Story’

Notes:

Starting from the show in Toronto, Canada on July 15, 2011, Taylor started playing acoustic covers right after her performance of ‘Last Kiss.’

Starting from the show in Denver, CO, on September 27, 2011, ‘Ours’ was added to the encore, right before the performance of ‘Fifteen’. This marked the live debut of the song. If Taylor had a surprise guest, this was the song she would usually cut from the setlist.

Starting from the show in Perth, Australia on March 2, 2012, ‘Safe & Sound’ (x) was added to the encore. ‘Ours’ (x) was shifted to the acoustic set and was played right before ‘Last Kiss.’ It was only skipped at the show in Auckland on March 17. I’m including a video because, although the performance from the encore was featured in the tour movie, this version takes place on the B-stage and has a different costume (the purple Susan Hilferty dress she wore for half the show lol).

At the shows in Melbourne, Australia on March 12, 2012 and Auckland, New Zealand on March 16, 2012, ‘Fearless’ was skipped.

Surprise covers:

1. ‘Livin’ on a Prayer’ by Bon Jovi - Newark, NJ (July 19, 2011) (x)

2. ‘Dancing in the Dark’ by Bruce Springsteen / ‘Livin’ on a Prayer’ by Bon Jovi - Newark, NJ (July 20 & 24, 2011) (x), (x)

3. ‘Cowboy Take Me Away’ by the Dixie Chicks - Newark, NJ (July 23, 2011) (x)

4. ‘Lose Yourself’ by Eminem and ‘Smile’ by Uncle Kracker’ - Grand Rapids, MI (July 28, 2011) (x)

5. ‘Jack & Diane’ by John Mallencamp and ‘I Want You Back’ by the Jackson 5 - Indianapolis, IN (July 29, 2011) (x), (x)

Note: ‘I Want You Back’ was featured on the Speak Now World Tour Live CD. The second link will direct you to the audio.

6. ‘I Try’ by Macy Gray and ‘My Wish’ by the Rascal Flatts - Cleveland, OH (July 30, 2011) (x)

7. ‘I Heard It Through the Grapevine’ by Gladys Knight & the Pips and ‘Ghetto Superstar’ by Mya - Washington, DC (August 2, 2011) (x)

8. ‘Stay (I Missed You)’ by Lisa Loeb and ‘A Sorta Fairytale’ by Tori Amos - Washington, DC (August 3, 2011) (x)

9. ‘Who Knew’ by P!nk and ‘Unpretty’ by TLC - Philadelphia, PA (August 6, 2011) (x)

10. ‘Sugar, We’re Goin Down’ by Fall Out Boy - Rosemont, IL (August 9-10, 2011) (x)

11. ‘Just a Dream’ by Nelly - St Louis, MO (August 13-14, 2011) (x)

12. ‘God Only Knows’ by The Beach Boys and ‘Sweet Escape’ by Gwen Stefani - Los Angeles, CA (August 23-24, 2011) (x), (x)

Note: ‘Sweet Escape’ was featured as a bonus track on the Target deluxe version of the Speak Now World Tour Live CD. The second link will direct you to the audio.

13. ‘This Love’ by Maroon 5 and Bette Davis Eyes’ by Jackie DeShannon - Los Angeles, CA (August 27, 2011) (x), (x)

Note: ‘Bette Davis Eyes’ was featured on the Speak Now World Tour Live CD. The second link will direct you to the audio.

14. ‘Realize’ by Colbie Caillat’ - Los Angeles, CA (August 28, 2011) (x)

15. ‘Drops of Jupiter’ by Train - San Jose, CA (September 1, 2011) (x)

Note: ‘Drops of Jupiter’ was included in the Speak Now World Tour concert movie. An audio was also featured on the standard CD.

16. ‘Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)’ by Green Day - San Jose, CA (September 2, 2011) (x)

17. ‘Untouchable’ by Luna Halo - Sacramento, CA (September 3, 2011) (x)

18. ‘Closer to Love’ by Matt Kearney - Portland, OR (September 6, 2011) (x)

19. ‘You & Me’ by Dave Matthews Band - Tacoma, WA (September 7, 2011) (x)

20. ‘Nashville’ by David Mead - Nashville, TN (September 16-17, 2011) (x), (x)

Note: ‘Nashville’ was featured as a bonus track on the Target deluxe version of the Speak Now World Tour Live CD. The second link will direct you to the audio. PS: This is one of my favorite covers she’s ever done.

21. ‘Lucky’ by Britney Spears - Bossier City, LA (September 20, 2011) (x)

22. ‘Swing, Swing’ by The All-American Rejects - Tulsa, OK (September 21, 2011) (x)

23. ‘How to Save a Life’ by The Fray - Denver, CO (September 27, 2011) (x)

24. ‘Animal’ by The Neon Trees - Salt Lake City, UT (September 28, 2011) (x)

25. ‘Baby Girl’ by Sugarland - Atlanta, GA (October 1-2, 2011) (x)

26. ‘Ain’t Nothing ‘Bout You’ by Brooks & Dunn - North Little Rock, AR (October 4, 2011) (x)

27. ‘Breathless’ by Better Than Ezra - New Orleans, LA (October 5, 2011) (x)

28. ‘Boys of Summer’ by Don Henley - Dallas, TX (October 8, 2011) (x)

29. ‘The Back of Your Hand’ by Dwight Yoakam - Louisville, KY (October 11, 2011) (x)

30. ‘Wide Open Spaces’ by The Dixie Chicks - Lubbock, TX (October 14, 2011) (x)

31. ‘What Hurts the Most’ by Jeffrey Steele - Oklahoma City, OK (October 15, 2011) (x)

32. ‘Dare You to Move’ by Switchfoot - San Diego, CA (October 20, 2011) (x)

33. ‘No Parade’ by Jordin Sparks - Glendale, AZ (October 21, 2011) (x)

34. ‘You Learn’ by Alanis Morissette, ‘Baby’ by Justin Bieber, and ‘She’s So High by Tal Bachman (all played in succession along with ‘You Belong with Me’) - Toronto, Canada (July 15, 2011) (x)

35. ‘Complicated’ by Avril Lavigne, ‘Baby’ by Justin Bieber, and ‘I’m Like a Bird’ by Nelly Furtado - Toronto, Canada (July 16, 2011) (x), (x), (x)

Note: She only played excerpts from each song. A full video isn’t available.

36. ‘Complicated’ by Carolyn Dawn Johnson - Edmonton, Canada (August 18, 2011) (x)

37. ‘Summer of 69’ by Bryan Adams - Vancouver, Canada (September 10, 2011) (x)

38. ‘Where Were You (When the World Stopped Turning)’ by Alan Jackson - Vancouver, Canada (September 11, 2011) (x)

39. ‘All You Wanted’ by Michelle Branch - Glendale AZ, (October 22, 2011) & San Antonio, TX (October 25, 2011) (x)

40. ‘Run’ by George Strait - San Antonio, TX (October 26, 2011) (x)

41. ‘Hold On’ by Jack Ingram - Memphis, TN (October 30, 2011) (x) (skip to 21:46; this video includes all the Speak Now Tour covers)

42. ‘Cry Me a River’ by Justin Timberlake - New York, NY (November 21, 2011) (x)

Surprise guests:

1. ‘Baby’ with Justin Bieber - Los Angeles, CA (August 23, 2011) (x)

2. ‘I’m Yours’ with Jason Mraz - Los Angeles, CA (August 24, 2011) (x)

3. ‘Tonight, Tonight’ with Hot Chelle Rae - Los Angeles, CA (August 27, 2011), (x)

4. ‘Super Bass’ with Nicki Minaj - Los Angeles, CA (August 28, 2011) (x)

5. ‘That’s What You Get’ with Hayley Williams - Nashville, TN (September 16, 2011) (x)

6. ‘Bleed Red’ with Ronnie Dunn - Nashville, TN (September 16, 2011) (x)

7. ‘Big Star’ with Kenny Chesney - Nashville, TN (September 17, 2011) (x)

8. ‘Keep Your Head Up’ with Andy Grammer - Nashville, TN (September 17, 2011) (x)

9. ‘Just to See You Smile’ with Tim McGraw - Nashville, TN (September 17, 2011) (x)

10. ‘Yeah!’ with Usher - Atlanta, GA (October 1, 2011) (x)

11. ‘Live Your Life’ with T.I. - Atlanta, GA (October 2, 2011) (x)

12. ‘Meant to Live’ with Jon Foreman - Glendale, AZ (October 21, 2011) (x)

13. ‘She’s So High’ with Tal Bachman - Vancouver, Canada (September 10, 2011) (x)

14. ‘The Middle’ with Jim Adkins - Glendale, AZ (October 22, 2011) (x)

15. ‘Just a Dream’ with Nelly - Houston, TX (November 5, 2011) (x)

16. ‘Right Round’ with Flo Rida - Miami, FL (November 13, 2011) (x)

17. ‘Alright’ with Darius Rucker - Columbia, SC (November 18, 2011) (x)

18. ‘Who Says’ with Selena Gomez - New York, NY (November 22, 2011) (x)

19. ‘Fire and Rain’ and ‘Fifteen’ (part of the regular setlist but performed as a duet here) with James Taylor - New York, NY (November 22, 2011) (x)

Surprise songs.

1. ‘Superman’ - Kansas City, MO (September 24, 2011) (x)

Note: This is the only live performance of ‘Superman’ to date. The video begins with an excerpt of her ‘Last Kiss’ performance, so you’ll have to skip to circa 1:30, but unlike other recordings, it’s complete. This is six minutes of pure joy.

2. ‘Never Grow Up’ - Lexington, KY (October 29, 2011), Houston, TX (November 5, 2011), Raleigh, NC (November 17, 2011) (x)

3. ‘Eyes Open’ - Auckland, New Zealand (March 17, 2012) (x)

Note: This marked the live debut of the song, as it had not even been released at the time of the performance.