#wasn't going to say anything but it's almost 3am and I can't sleep thinking about him so maybe writing here will help

[kyoohyeon]

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[adoregojo]

⋆｡𖦹°‧ late night talk ➝ nagi seishiro ✶

can't believe i never wrote for nagi.. content ➠ fluff, fluff and more fluff. kinda short.. :'3

"am i sloppy looking?"

nagi light voice called, you weren't sure if it was a dream because it was around 3am and a half and your vision was blurry from heavy sleep. you opened your eyes a little to be met with your boyfriend facing the ceiling instead of you looking down and in deep thoughts.

"sei..it's too late to have a night talk." your voice was raspy and clearly still drowsy.

"but i wanna know, am i unattractive looking?" your boyfriend asked with his usual plant voice. even when nagi wasn't that good with showing emotions yet you always told him his eyes were an open window and tells enough, he was a little frown that you almost didn't notice.

"and since when did the nagi seishiro care about looks?" you stated, at least trying to lighten up the mode.

"I don't, i care what you think." he explained.

you were taken off by his words that causes the sleep to flow away. you never thought that the day will come and nagi ask you a question like that, you didn't remember saying anything about his looks specifically about him being dreary looking, his eyes remained dry and drained, like something was eating him alive that it didn't allow him to close his eyes. you were never hesitant to tell him he looked handsome showering him with compliments. so whats that about?

he still refuses to meet you eyes, was he afraid to see the look at your face? or hear the words that will come out next? even someone that lacked emotions like nagi could be sorrowful sometimes.

"well, if you asked me." you moved your body closer to him until you felt your shoulder touching his, you cupped his ear and whispered gently. "i think you're the only one ever."

nagi finally turned to lock his eyes with yours, his resting eyes were now slightly wider and his mouth as well, "really?" he blurted when his ears felt heart hot.the sudden change almost made you laugh, he looked so elated like a puppy that just got his treat.

you two were close, almost nose touching each other's. the closeness never bothered you neither will it now, you nodded with smile that made his heart flutter. he felt warm again.

"even if a if i wore that ugly sweater you hate with passion?" he asked playfully.

"I'd still think you're the only guy ever." you admitted.

"even with that hideous cowboy hat?"

"yes sei, even with that hideous cowboy hat."

"wow, you must reallly love me." he said mischievously and you roll your eyes playfully. "shut up, and i also love you for what you have in here." you patted him on his left chest, pointing to his heart.

"....my chest?"

"your heart, dumbass!"

"ooohh." he shook his understandment. you couldn't help but chuckle a bit, seriously how is this guy considered a genius?

your laughter made his black and white world into something colourful, melting his iced heart and colouring his unoccupied soul. he never thought having someone to think of him more than a genius soccer player would make him feel this alive.

damn, he was absolute smitten wasn't he?

"did that satisfy you? can we go back to sleep now?" he turned to you now sluggish figure, barely able to keeo one eye opened.

"i wanna hold you." he said as you turned around giving him you back, he took your silence as an approval to warp his arms around stomach holding you as close as possible, his massive body taking over yours. it didn't hurt to give you a couple of kisses before sleeping, right?

"quite the kisses..i wanna sleep sei." you mumbled while his lips kept smashing against every inch of your face.

"just one more."

he didn't stop at one, or two, or three..

"i only have eyes for you too.." he doubted you heard that.

love nagi..have a great day everyone └(^o^)┘

[thenwethrowitonthefire]

hello [walks in here holding four balls] two of it is for 🟡🟢 hope it makes things a little better (p.s I write what I need the most on balls while I'm having them) it took me a while to write back because(writing doesn't come easy these days). I went and watched all the videos Ron was reading lyrics (I'm glad it was recorded b&w, it's more soothing to watch), through those videos he made me realize I don't need to own singer energy/voice to read my fav lyrics or song( by that i don't mean he doesn't have good voice, personally I love his voice) as a person who never finds their voice good I always shy away to sing anything feeling I embrace myself so it helped me a lot to focus on what I like there rather ponder on what I hate. I owe this Ron Mael, he is cool and has sensei vibe (thank you sir)

can I go further and say one more thing I learned from him? it was his birthday recently so I let myself a go. we all know how Ron has this aloof face and unshifting glare(I never met Ron in person, so I take this is his face), first time I heard about sparks and searched first thing that got me was his face, I didn't say 'why he is so serious? why he isn't smiling' instead my reaction was 'so cool!' before it changes to deep sadness because once I owned a face like this. when I was younger people always would tell me cheer up, to not look serious or glare at them. I didn't know what they meant, I wasn't unhappy or angry it was just my face(I didn't know I have autism then, later realized how some autistic people struggling to show emotions) but eventually their words got me. I thought I have to change it or I'm wrong then without I know I was smiling because that's what I supposed to or mimicking others facial expressions to know how to react. I became good at it tbh, people liked me more but I felt a big lie inside, when pandemic happened I noticed even away from others I couldn't have 'my face', this shattered me. till I saw photos of Ron, and thought if he can live his life fully and be successful by being who he is and everything turn fine then why can't I? there is no wrong in him or me. (insert not that well defined here :) (if this got personal, or irrelevant I apologize. I tried to not mention yet I wanted to share how they helped me in certain way)

Russell workout videos are such mood booster, it makes me feel when I get to that age I can still live good life, I won't be as old as society tells me I will be, by sparks measure we never are too old for anything, are we? there will be still time to live, to do things I love and have more. it always amazes me how they doing what they love when they almost 80 and there is still a lot for them to go(as it should). this reminded me of 'beat the clock' actually. no one should get PhD by afternoon.

I low-key know about sparkstember but not enough, would love to know more about it. maybe I take part as well. where will they share prompt? on their official page? (loved the music video. nice work)

THE RON ESSAY IS HERE AND I AM SO HERE FOR IT!! You get it. 💖 Woo! Two balls! Thank you!

(This will get long. Very long. A million tangents. I saw this ask before going to sleep last night and so I laid awake smiling thinking about Sparks to 3am. (Don't worry, it's a common occurrence among Sparks fans.) Btw you may find the "secret password" among Sparks fans is sensing another person gets it. It's a shortcut to immediate adoption into the family because we know we understand each other, we're wired in similar ways.)

I am thoroughly impressed you already watched all of the lyric reads! Ron *is* cool and has sensei vibes and his voice is amazing! *nods to all of that*! I can't sing for shit myself and Ron is critical of his singing voice as well (maybe because his brother is the best singer in the universe) but yeah I love it on the rare occasion he does sing. I love it when he speaks, he delivers his words very well. (My favourite word for Ron to say is "sensibility".) Every once in a while someone tries to compile a list of all the tracks Ron has vocals on (and then it gets lost again haha). Some honourable mentions though: he's got some backing vocals on Pineapple (they may be hard to notice), he sings on the songs Limo Driver and En Route To The Beverly Hills Hotel (from The Seduction Of Ingmar Bergman, he's done more vocals on it but those I love the utmost), there's a version of Suburban Homeboy that features a spoken word section by Ron (they performed the song live that way in 2022), The Shopping Mall Of Love is mostly all Ron (which they also performed live in 2022 and 2023), there's a song called "What Was That?" from the unreleased soundtrack for Mai The Psychic Girl (in the late 80's and early 90's they worked really hard for this to become a film but despite all their efforts, it didn't happen). What I think you'll *really* like as well though is the promotional video for Strange Animal, which keeps disappearing from the internet. (I guess I'm going to have to put it on Tumblr because a lot of people these days may not have seen it???)

Look at me go "blablablablabla" haha. Well, you asked for it, and Sparks fans have zero chill 😂 Anyway I'm mentioning all of these because I love that he's making you think differently about your own voice, so that's some more stuff that may be really nice :)

...Btw, don't think Russell minds if we can't sing well, he just loves it when we do. He will affectionately roast us for not reaching the notes though (performance of Equator in 2014 you will always be famous) but the only really disappointing thing would be if we *didn't* sing along. Proof:

(Quick note: great song critiquing American imperialism, while also being a metaphor for Something Else.) I love how Ron at some point is trying to talk, but you know, Russell exists, so... Good luck with that 😂

If you want to see the roasting though, start around 5:55 in the next video (though the whole thing is tremendously beautiful):

Before that time Russell keeps waiting for the audience to start singing and they just... Don't seem to want to start?? And then once he's outright said it out loud, "sing it from here!", and we start singing he soon realises why we didn't start earlier, poor man is *so* disappointed - you can see it in his entire body language, just deflated. (It must suck at times to have a voice no one can match 😅💕) But we keep at it in full force, and he's smiling that big smile of his again! Continuing to tell us off for not singing it right though, which had everyone in stitches 😂 I was at this show and it was the best! (There's more videos of it out there where you may be able to see his face better, this show was performed only a handful of times but to experience the roast from different viewpoints you want Equator from the Barbican show in London from 19 December 2014.)

Okay back to Ron (see, I got so sidetracked 😂). Everything you've said about facial expressions and the effect Ron's face has on you is so relatable. Ron being who he is gave me permission to also go back to being myself again. I've always felt that I was forced to be a certain way, and it meant I was never good enough because I'm just... Not like that. I don't want to smile if I don't mean it and at the same time if I don't smile it doesn't mean I'm not happy. Also I love that he found what he liked and just... Stuck with it. Suit, tie, moustache. And Ron went, okay that's me sorted for my entire life. It's just who he is. And it's so inspiring. It's like seeing him exist made me relax for the first time in my life. (Going to my first Sparks show was the first time in my life I ever felt at home. I'm not going on this tangent but I feel it's important to point out I learned about Sparks before I knew I was autistic and that kind of saved my life.) Back to the face thing though. The pandemic actually helped me to get my own face back. Wearing a mask all the time meant I didn't have to do all the expected facial emotions, no one was going to see them! So in putting on a mask, I dropped the autistic masking. It was a real struggle for me with my face when people expected me to take the mask of again because suddenly my face "existed" again to the outside world. It's been a struggle but I chose to try to let my face just be and my life is so much better now because of that. (It turns out that apart from my family, no one actually comments or minds my face. It's fine:)) (It's not that I never smile, it's just that when I do smile it's because it just happens and I really just feel happy. When I'm among the people who I feel really at ease with and happy around, it turns out I'm actually a lot like Russell and I'm smiling all the time!)

I love that Ron has this set in stone image, and that at the same time he can be "unexpected" - his love for air Jordan shoes, sports, snow globes, rap music, his shuffle, ...I Predict. Just because he's the Boss Accountant (badass term coined by @/archeolatry that I love SO MUCH) doesn't mean he's defined in only one dimension. (I mean we know that, he writes most of the songs and all these albums and songs are different and there's so much humour in it all. Also, see Not That Well Defined.) It's just nice as hell and so freeing.

And indeed we never are too old for anything! Russell is like the real life Peter Pan, and he's also sunshine personified - having a bad day? Not anymore, Russell exists! But anyway, back to what you said about never being too old for anything. Society is so set on telling us we need to have it all figured out at a certain age. Or that our live is over at a certain age. And it's just such a lie! (It Doesn't Have To Be That Way :)) When I was younger I felt so shitty all the time, everything about me seemed wrong and I know I'd never be what society deemed successful. What helped me so much is the constant reminder that at my age, Sparks hadn't even made so many of my favourite albums yet! Nothing is bound to age. And I have every intention to be a late bloomer, continuing to bloom throughout life. I think I'm going to be really happy when I'm 55. (Though I'm not going to be as fit as Russell is haha, it's like he eats batteries for breakfast. (He doesn't. He may have a lot of energy but also he works really hard to keep it that way and to keep his voice in shape, they don't want to perform their songs in a different key. He wants to reach the notes, and he does! I think his voice only has gotten better and better with the years, which is really not the case for any other band that's been around as long as they have.))

... It's just all so beautiful, isn't it? :) They both inspire me so much.

Which brings us to: Sparkstember :)

Sparkstember was created by our very own fellow fan @/newwaveworm (new-wave-worm on Instagram). (I'm not tagging people directly in this post because I don't want to be invasive, but they're all really nice people :)) The first Sparkstember was in 2021, and in 2022 it seemed to have caught on on a bigger scale. Sparks shared the prompts list and shared so much of everyone's stuff! They were loving it. Same in 2023. (If you've seen what Instagram and tumblr looked like on Ron's birthday - that's a preview of how it gets on there during Sparkstember, but then it goes on for the full month!) Sparks have at some point sent newwaveworm a parcel with gifts and signed stuff to say thank you for coming up with Sparkstember, it's really sweet. They've even spoken about Sparkstember in an interview last year! You can read it here. (Both of the art pieces Russell and Ron mentioned in the article were made by @/nedison, who's day was obviously made when they saw this - it was so cool!)

I don't know the prompts list yet for this year as so far they usually get posted close to the last week of August, but here's the one for 2022 and the one for 2023 to give you an idea. I'm personally assuming it'll be similar this year (I don't really know that for sure though!) so I've started working on the early albums.

Sparkstember to me is just a really lovely time and people interact with each other a lot, I've shared almost all the pieces people made in 2023 and 2022 on my Instagram page (pineapplefulfillseveryneed) and put them in highlights so if you want, you can see what Sparkstember is like. (Don't worry, I can't see who looks at my Instagram story highlights, so your anonymous cover won't be blown :)) Honestly, to me Sparkstember is near the same level of exciting as a Sparks tour or the release of new material. The entire fandom comes together to tell Sparks how much we love them and it's just a joy to feel so connected to everyone, see so much cool art and make new friends. In a lot of ways it truly feels similar to when there's a tour and people travel from all over the world just to see Sparks. (Sometimes art made by fans ends up in the fanclub newsletter later on as well so that's another exciting thing! I've never made it in though, and it would be a huge honour if at some point I did. So if you do end up making stuff, there's always a small chance that that may happen :))

Don't feel pressured to create something for every day if you partake though, any and all participation is super cool and super appreciated! Picking the days you like best is what I'd recommend because it's supposed to be fun and not stressful :) I consistently truly have a lot more time than most people (because I've been unable to function in society in a normal way) and it's still incredibly challenging to the point it almost makes me ill at times. (I don't sleep well at all for the entire month, both because I'm so excited and because I'm very audhd which means I suck at planning and end up not having anything ready for the next day so then I still have to come up with something. It takes up literally all my time and my brain can't catch a break 😅) ... You've had a little taste of what Sparks fans are like though, so yeah we're just a little bit mad like that because we love them so much. (Sparks is a little bit mad as well though, in 2008 they played 21 concerts over 21 days, playing a different full album every day. I didn't get to witness that but it's one of my favourite things they've ever done, there's quite a bit of footage of it on YouTube and they're some of my favourite concerts! I always think about that during Sparkstember, because who but Sparks and who but Sparks fans would do something like that.)

[deceasedream69]

Y/N

Part 2 of Maeve or...

All I remember are little pieces.

I remember being tied next to Spencer's girlfriend. The poor lightning of the room, and the stink of it. I also remember bits of when the team came to our rescue. 

I remember Spencer speaking with our captor. I remember Maeve, a knife pointed at her throat... I remember when the unsub came up to me and press the button. I couldn't do or say anything, but I could very much see and hear everything. 

I remember the feeling of the dialudid coming through the needle and into my system. It was horrible, filling my mind with memories of my past, my mouth was dry and my head was spinning. 

But I specially remember Spencer running to untie me before saving Maeve, which honestly shocked me the most. I was specting to be left there until someone else from the team went to untie me. But it was Spencer. I could feel him hugging me while he tried to lift me so I wouldn't lay on the dirty floor. I remember feeling safe, until I couldn't remember anything else. 

- 

- "they said she's going to be ok, but she needs to rest", Hotch gave the good news to the whole team. I wanted to go check on Maeve but at the same time I wanted to delay what I knew was coming. I still had to check on her. So I nodded after recieving the information and headed to Maeve's house. Well, I had to shower and all of that before.

When I got there it was drizzling outside, so I closed my jacket a little more before knocking. I was wondering if she was still awake, giving that it was almost midnight. But either way I know how this situations can take your sleep away and sometimes you just need company to get through it all. 

She opened the door cautiosly, and when she noticed it was me she seemed more calmed, opening the door completely she let me in. 

- "hey, just wanted to check on you and see if everything's ok. I didn't see any doctor checking on you"

- "you were busy"

I could see she was upset. 

- "are you always awake at midnight... or do you..."

- "look, Spencer. I know you're here to try and help but... I'm fine, you should go and check on her at the hospital. Did she wake up already?"

I shook my head. 

- "why are you telling me to go with someone else when I want to be here with you"

- "because I know you'd rather be there with her"

- "what?"

- "I'm not blind, Spencer. I noticed it all. Every little part. You like her, and that's ok. She's beautiful and you get to see her everyday."

- "but..."

- "it's ok. I'm happy if you're happy. Besides, how can I not be happy, I don't have a stalker anymore"

I just stood silent. How come everyone knew who I like except for me. I mean, I always felt drawn to her, to speak with her, tell her unnecesary facts and just get to be around her, mostly because she was the only one listening, but we are coworkers, it's impossible. Besides, I don't think she likes me back, maybe that's why I tried to search for someone else. 

- "I can't apologize enough for what you've been through, Maeve. I want to make it up to you, so I brought you this"

- "Spencer..."

I got out of the apartment and in again. This time holding a heavy box. Putting it on the table, I ran my forearm through the top because it was a little wet from the rain outside. 

- "A little gift so you can forgive me and enjoy the days you rest after what happened"

- "Spencer, you shouldn't have..."

I just hugged her. She was an important part of my life and I'm just so thankful for it. Specially because she didn't get mad at me. 

I said my goodnight and left the apartment. It stopped raining but the floor was wet. I liked that feeling. I was thinking about Maeve's reaction when she opened the box. It was a box full of all of her favorite books that she told me couldn't afford. It was around 10 books so it wasn't that much but I hope she liked them very much. 

I thought about going back to the hospital but it was too late already to go, so I'd check on y/n tomorrow morning. 

- 

I woke up around 3am. I was a little confused at the beginning but then I heard the typical hospital noises. I sighed and tried to fall asleep again, but I couldn't. I had an amazing thirst, so I looked around me for some water, but nothing. I rolled my eyes. I didn't even know if I was allowed outside my room and I didn't know how to call for a nurse. 

I stood up slowly, noticing how the back of my hospital clothes were missing a big piece at the back. 

- "every movie ever warned me about this". I closed it with my hands while I walked slowly towards the door. "son of a bitch!", I screamed whispered. I didn't noticed the things connected into my arms and accidentally pulled one. Which hurted a lot and caused the liquid to start falling onto the floor. "shit shit shit, of course this happens to me", I said trying to grab the needle back to make it stop, but it didn't. 

I grabbed some buttons that were next to my bed and started to press them. Maybe this is what I should've done since the beginning. 

The nurse came rushing in and found me out of my bed, pressing the button with the needle dripping liquid on the floor. 

Of course she was very confused but after I explained what happened she angrily explained to me that I should always call the nurse or wait. So I smiled shyly and drank my water in silence. 

After she left I noticed my phone was on the nightstand right next to me. I turned it on and started to check through it. 

Thats when I noticed a few messages in Spencers chat. 

* in the chat*

- No, I died. Hell's actually pretty fun :D

But before you get all worried tomorrow, I'm not going to work tomorrow, I have this desease called "death"

- very funny

- wait, what are you doing up

- Planning on how to save you from hell

- didn't you hear the "it's actually pretty fun" part?

- fair

- you didn't answer my question

- how can you even text me from the hospital

- I have 4% of battery, so answer the question

- what are you doing up?

- was thirsty, made a mess at my room. I'm still thirsty actually, but I asked first

- you almost overdosed, it's very common, drink a lot of water

- I'm scared of the nurse

- why

- I'll tell you when you come to visit me

- who told you I'm going to go visit you?

- The fact that you went for me over Maeve

(I was so nervous to send that message but I wanted to see his reply)

- you better get some sleep

- I could say the same to you

- goodnight y/n

- no goodnight kiss? damn, goodnight Spence <3

*off chat*

I smiled and turned my phone off, I couldn't wait to see Spencer in the morning. 

[crstormzy]

castiel headcannons | my candy love

ok so i have this really annoying habit of inviting fictional characters to live in my head rent free for god knows how long. specially when they are assholes. specially when they're the type of assholes i'm really fond of. specially when they're castiel veilmont.

i also have the even more annoying habit of making extremes out of these characters in my head, but oh well... it be like that sometimes.

anyways, it's 3am where i live and i cannot sleep so here's some of the extremes i've taken castiel to during the last few years i've been obsessed with him:

so, first things first, my man is a genius. i'm not talking the einstein kinda genius, but more of a mozart or michelangelo or something like that. he likes art and he understands it and he is so good at it. like, otherworldly good.

he has an awesome vocal range, but he can rock the higher register. and he can also rock the growls so that makes for an interesting combination.

i don't care what others say, i just know castiel can cook. and i'm not talking instant noodles or frozen pizza either, i'm telling you my man can cook. call it perks of living almost alone from a young age, but he is a really great chef (and a really great lover, so be ready for a lot of breakfast treats if you're dating him).

although he is a singer (and a pretty good one at that), castiel just loves bad karaoke nights. like, all out awful singing: out of rhythm, out of breath, out of tune. he's paid to be a good singer all other nights of the year, so he definitely seizes the opportunity to just be a shitty one for a while.

songwriter is coded into his dna. like, waking in the middle of the night, genius ideas, music out of everything type of songwriter. dude writes like he's running out of time.

his lyrics are so deep, always with beautiful metaphors and the kind of thing that just guts you every. fucking. time.

or they're just vulgar nonsense. there's literally no in between.

can sleep anywhere. tour bus? yeah, sleeping. library table? long gone. the most uncomfortable chair in existence? catch him going. his bed, though? forget it. after midnight his brain simply starts running a mile a minute.

not. a. morning. person.

no, seriously. he hates mornings with a passion, specially during hsl. probably because he's always going to sleep horribly late, but he hates having to wake early for anything at all. the only exception is if he's really really really excited about something.

he can hold his liquor, but he hardly ever drinks enough for it to be necessary because he doesn't like the idea of losing control of himself.

stopped smoking somewhere after high school. he was never really dependant on nicotine and after a while (specially after crowstorm) he just stopped altogether. the sensation was nice and all, but kinda of not worth it anymore.

was bullied into becoming crowstorm's vocalist.

also hates instagram with a passion. shows up once every three months, posts a single story (after his manager grilled him for weeks to make any appearance at all) and promptly vanishes again.

would get rid of his phone if he could but, since he can't, he just isn't much of a user.

castiel please stop telling paparazzi to fuck off please for the love of god the press team is begging you stop trying to rip their cameras out of their hands please please

can be very polite and well mannered when he wants to (but he never does)

my boy is a charmer. like, literally everyone falls for him. and then he opens his mouth and just manages to be the biggest asshole ever.

(he claims it's also part of his charm)

lots of people speculate about how many plastic surgeries he's had. partly because he's very pretty, but mainly because of the nose and the eyes. no one believes his nose wasn't bought, and lots of people think he wears contacts.

(in truth he is terrified of plastic surgery, but, ironically, if he wasn't his nose would probably be top of the list of things he would wanna change)

anyways i could spend literal days talking with how much time i've spent with him inside this silly little brain of mine. these are some of the headcannons i could think of on spot but god knows i have so many more...

[cherrylng]

Coldplay Interview - Chris Martin & Jonny Buckland [INROCK (August 2002)]

"'Parachutes' is an album that’s not worth listening to." - A controversial comment! Coldplay, Chris & Jonny

COLDPLAY / CHRIS MARTIN & JONNY BUCKLAND INTERVIEW & PHOTOS : P.G. BRUNELLI / INROCK

Chris Martin's (vo./g/p.) voice was hoarse that day. The next day it was even worse, he had no voice at all and the whole interview was cancelled. I was relieved to hear about the new album "A Rush of Blood to the Head" a day earlier.

Chris Martin: It was a bad idea to go to Kylie Minogue's after-show party when I had a cold. Everyone was smoking like crazy and I had to talk even though I didn't want to, so it just got worse. I think I'll be better by Glastonbury… (coughs as he says this).

The first album was full of positivity that "it will get better someday," wasn't it? Back then you guys were still unknown newcomers, full of motivation. But this album is less positive, I feel, than you were then. Chris: There's still some optimism left. It's just more realistic than before. Jonny Buckland (g): "Parachutes" had both sides. There were happy, happy parts and there were darker parts than now… Chris: The positive message on this album is "do what you can now, now, before anyone gets in your way". Terrorists, global corporations, nuclear warheads… the list of fear mongering is endless. The message "Live each day to the fullest" is optimistic at first glance, but behind it all, there are people out there who are planning to drop bombs on us and who want to harm us if they get the chance.

There's a lyric in the song "A Whisper" that says "If you can tell me somethin' worth fightin' for"*, does this have anything to do with what you've just said? Chris: No. It's a song about a girl you like or someone you love. If Jonny was in a fight with someone, I wouldn't hesitate to attack them. It's an interesting thing about human nature, even if you're normally a very passive person, when you see someone you love in difficulty, you take aggressive action against the person who's causing you trouble. This song is about revenge in those situations. Although, I don't think revenge is a good idea in any case. It's a song about aggression.

So where's the positive love then? Chris: There's one positive love song on the album, "Green Eyes", about a girl, but other than that it's not that great. All the songs on the album have the message that girls are great, but I don't think I understand girls that well. Jonny does, though. But you can't express that much subtlety with a guitar…

"A Whisper" is like Coldplay's version of Pink Floyd. To be honest, it's such a different type of song that I was surprised. Jonny: Me and Chris and I went to Liverpool while the rest of the band were at home and wrote that song there. I was pretty ill at the time, I couldn't even get a good night's sleep. Then, at 3am, a great chord suddenly came to my head and I couldn't stay still. Chris: We rented a big house for the weekend. It was fine to make loud noises, so I would write songs and play them in the middle of the night. I'd wake him up and he'd put some seriously awesome riffs on the songs I'd written. It was a lot of fun. I came up with the idea on Saturday night and it took me until Monday to write it, and then when the other guys came to Liverpool, we finished it together. That way of songwriting was a lot of fun too.

You played new songs on the US tour and at festivals last year, were these songs easier to play because you'd tried them before? Jonny: Actually, it's harder to play them because they lose their freshness. New songs are much more engrossing and we don't really know what they're going to be like yet. The ideas we all have in our heads don't always come together properly. Chris: Half of the album was written before we went into the studio, and the other half after. As soon as we'd written the new songs, we started to drop the old ones that we'd almost forgotten about, which meant that there were a lot of ideas and bits of songs that didn't really stick and didn't get finished.

Chris, you were in an artist's slump a few months ago, what happened? Chris: Not really an artist's slump… Twelve months ago, we all lost our bearings. I couldn't sing and we didn't play any good shows for a while. So I took a break and did some voice training. Then I got back into singing and playing music again. So I didn't write any songs for a while. If you call it a slump, it wasn't just me, it hit the whole band. But we've overcome it and we're a stronger band now than ever before.

Why did you decide to take voice training? Chris: To improve. And to strengthen my throat. When I lose my voice (as I do now), I feel anxious and insecure. I've actually become more confident in myself and it's paying off on tour. At the concerts last summer, we even got to the point where we didn't care if the audience didn't like us.

Do you think you were a little nervous when you were supporting a heavy metal band like System of a Down? Chris: We tried to have fun. It's pretty funny when people throw beer bottles at your face.

Did you get to work with completely different types of musicians, like DJ Faultline, because you had the training and the confidence to do it? Or do you think you would have done it even if you hadn't? Chris: I think I probably would have. By the way, it's not DJ, just Faultline. I did a couple of songs in my style and they were pretty trippy. (Training) was like running a marathon with a coach, helping me mentally and making sure my voice was taken care of. You might think it's stupid, but it was a lot of fun. I feel like I'm working out, I feel like I'm Rocky (laughs). She pointed out what I was doing wrong and told me what I needed to improve on, which was really helpful.**

It's been reported that you said you were going to break up the band because it would be impossible to make anything beyond a new album. How much of this is true? Chris: I don't remember saying we were breaking up. I do like to keep it vague. It's hilarious that people are so bothered about that sort of thing. What I was trying to say was that we've done a really good album and if we were asked to do another one right away, there wouldn't be any good songs left. I won't release another album until I can do something better than this one. That could take two years, or it could take 12 months…

When you sing "Nobody said it was easy" in "The Scientist", are you referring to the process of making this album? Chris: It's about a girl. The funny thing is, I was complaining to my producer, co-producer, and manager the whole week I was writing this song that I'd never make an album.

How do you know you can't make it? Chris: I just didn't think it was a good song. That was last November. But then this song came in and we were able to breathe new life back into the album. Jonny: After the tour, we spent a few months in a studio in London, trying to start recording. We had a lot of songs ready, and we were euphoric and proud of how good they all sounded. We were so cocky. We didn't doubt that everything was great. But when we listened to them again, they were totally ordinary. There was nothing great about it at all. So Chris and I decided to write more songs. Chris: The Liverpool episode was when the band and the album was finally coming together. In London, it's just too much of a distraction. We have our own house, we have our own friends, Kylie was throwing parties. We needed to get away from all that.

I hear it [the debut album "Parachutes"] was banned in China? Jonny: I don't know if it's still the case, but at first they were bothered by the song "Spies" on "Parachutes." But once we removed that song, we got permission to release it. Chris: I heard that a Chinese singer covered "Yellow" in Chinese and it was a big hit over there.

"I've been like this since I was two years old, and in my primary school's report card it was always written that I should think before I speak, but I haven't changed at all…"

What do you think of the first album now? Chris: An album not worth listening to.

But it's the songs you play on stage, isn't it? Chris: Yeah. That's fine. It's a completely different thing. You hear it, but you don't listen to it. Once you finish it, you don't want to listen to it anymore. (P.G. Note: Do you turn it off every time the song comes on the radio?) Because there's never anything that's good enough, I can't listen to it properly. For example, "See You Soon", a song from our early days. When we played it live last year, I was listening to it back on the record and I was so pissed off. It's not good at all, so I guess that means I'm right. Jonny: I don't think I'll go out of my way to record it again. But I'm angry that we didn't get it right the first time. Chris: The more I think about it, the more I get bogged down in the recording. It's amazing. 50% of the album is devoted to "In My Place", the very first song written. Because it's older, we were able to spend more time on it than the other songs, but it felt strange to spend so much time on just one song.

You don't ever think of giving up and doing something else? Chris: No. The more solid a song is, the more challenging it is. Jonny: The only songs I'd cut out are the ones I don't care about. The harder the song is, the better it is. Chris: The hardest songs on "Parachutes" were "Yellow", "Trouble" and "Everything's Not Lost/Life Is For Living". But I consider those songs to be the best songs on the album. It took me a while to be satisfied with them, though.

You've managed to break out in the US while other UK bands have struggled, was this as planned? Jonny: We didn't expect to get our songs on the radio, we thought we'd struggle more. We were in danger of not even releasing the album. Chris: But once the door was open, we took our time and attacked it. Especially in America, you can't miss an opportunity.

There's a song about Amsterdam, what did you like about that city? Chris: I know Amsterdam has a good image of smoking weed and riding bikes, but it's also a great place to write songs. I wrote this song in Amsterdam. We also wrote one in Milan and one in Australia, but we can't name all the cities.

You write songs while you're on tour? Jonny: Yeah. We write all the time. Sometimes we rehearse new songs at soundchecks and sometimes we arrange them. It's a whole new dynamic playing new songs at gigs. Chris: We try to play new songs as much as possible. We come up with new ideas during soundchecks, experiment with them, and sometimes just finish them. Jonny wrote his part of "Amsterdam" during a show. That was really amazing. We decided to play it at the end of the Sydney show. We didn't even have a title yet. He said he didn't know his part, so I told him to improvise whatever he wanted! And it worked out well.

Were you aware of the expectations? Did you keep writing songs until you burned out of anxiety? Jonny: I love writing songs. There were times when that was on my mind. I also wanted to have as many songs ready as possible so that when we went into the studio we had a lot to choose from.

Chris, you get in trouble a lot because of your bad mouth, don't you? Chris: Yeah, that's true. A lot of singers get into trouble because of their bad mouths. It's a strange feeling when you say something stupid and then you hear it all over again. For example, say I just said we're better than the Beatles…

Then I wonder if you were doing a Noel Gallagher impersonation. Actually, he's been quoted as saying Oasis are bigger than God. Chris: John Lennon never said that. …I've been like this since I was two years old, and I've always been told to think before I speak in my school report card, but I haven't learnt a thing. I'm sure I won't get over it until I die.

Do you think you've changed since becoming famous? Chris: It's hard to say. There's always more information coming in and it affects you little by little. It's hard for me to say until later, when I can look back on it. But as long as you keep a low profile, it's not too much of a problem. We're not that famous, so we can walk down the street like normal people. I don't think Madonna would be noticed if she was wearing a ponytail and jeans. They'd recognise her if she'd show up in a limo with her bodyguards. I've even been asked a few times by people who don't know I'm a member of Coldplay what I think about Coldplay. I get annoyed when people say they don't like us, but it doesn't make me feel insecure. They just don't like it. When Jonny and I started the band five years ago, we wanted to put two more people in the band and play concerts. A lot has changed since then. But from the beginning our goal was to be the best band in the world and that hasn't changed. The little ambitions (number one album, playing at Glastonbury) are always changing though.

Recorded in London on May 28th

Translator’s Note: To sum it up, in Chris’ words, the second album’s entire theme was about “Girls, girls, girls” LMAO

I've tried to find where and when exactly Coldplay (or Chris) played with System of a Down, but records of such a concert is very hard for me to find. Because both Coldplay and SOAD's documentation of their tour dates covering from 2000-2002 basically either has been abandoned for years (Coldplay Timeline) or never properly documented (SOAD's Toxicity tour), I can't find actual verification to correlate Chris' claims.

Sooooo there’s also some things to point out.

*I tried to find such a lyric in “A Whisper”, but there were no such lines that existed in the song. Then I figured that it must’ve been on another song, and I found that the line was actually on the next track, “A Rush of Blood to the Head”.

**I think in this part, Chris was talking about two different people, Faultline and the vocal training coach that he was taking lessons from. Because Faultline’s actual name is David Kosten, but the vocal training coach was referred to as a woman in the original text.

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angst prompt 9 with jonathan pls 🥺

Prompt:

I need to be with someone who actually wants me. And I know that's not you.

Jonathan byers x female!reader.

Jonathan likes someone else, and y/n can tell.

Liar Liar

It was 3am in the middle of winter. Y/n had her window open, looking out at the now falling snow. She hadn't been able to sleep, so instead she sat up in bed and read. When she saw the snow fall however, she wanted to watch.

Her elebows rested on the windowsill as she looked out past her neighborhood. It was cold enough for the snow to stick to the ground, and so in no time outside stayed to turn white. She had been up restless that night due to Jonathan. They had been together for 2 years now, since their Freshman year, but lately he's been acting different.

He's been distant, and he's been hanging around Nancy Wheeler, a lot. Y/n didn't think anything of it at first, Jonathan was allowed to have his own friends, but as time went on, she started to worry he liked her more than just friends.

She hadn't confronted him about this, she was too scared. She didn't want to be wrong, and end up jeopardizing their relationship even more, but at the same time this feeling gnawed at the pit of her stomach.

She took a deep breath before shutting the window in front of her and turning to her bed where she climbed back in and tucked the covers around herself. She closed her eyes, willing her body to finally fall asleep, to turn off these thoughts that went in an endless circle and just sleep. And eventually, it did.

She woke up the next morning at 6am to her mother calling from downstairs. She got up groggily from bed and slipped on some warm clothes for the now 2 inches worth of snow that accumulated while she slept.

School wasn't called off, it almost never is. And so when she went downstairs her mother had breakfast made, and after she finished, she heard Jonathan's car horn signaling his arrival outside.

He drove her to school every morning, despite anything else that may have been happening between them that always stayed consistent. "Morning", he says quietly, and Y/n can tell he's been experiencing his own insomnia. "Good morning" she says with a small smile and leans over to kiss him. He turns his head however, and she kisses his cheek instead.

"Let's go" he says with an awkwardly and Y/n nods, buckling her seat belt before Jonathan drives down the road slowly.

She sits through school as usual, her and Jonathan only had their last class of the day together, social studies. Despite that however, she can't help but have thoughts of him all day. She tries to confide in her best friend Robin during lunch, but it doesn't go to plan. "I don't know how mens minds work!" Robin said, her shoulders scrunching up as they do when she talks about this type of stuff. "I like women, I don't bother understanding the opposite gender" and with that, Y/n was left hopeless.

And to top it all off, when she went to history, Jonathan was no where to be seen.

After school she went out to the parking lot to Jonathan's car, ready to confront him about his absence, but when she got there she saw that Jonathan wasn't alone.

Nancy was standing with Jonathan by the back of his car, and before they could see her, Y/n went to the car over and listened in on their conversation. "Thank you for today, Jonathan" she hears Nancy say, and she can see the reflection of her smile in the glass. "It was no problem, really" he replied flustered, that smile Y/n loved so much flashing across his face. "So... I'll see you tomorrow?" She asks, and the boy nods.

Just as Y/n thinks she's about to leave however, Nancy goes on her tip toes and plants a kiss on Jonathan's cheek, causing his face to burn a shade of bright red.

Y/n feels tears come to her eyes, but she holds them back. As soon as Nancy is gone, she walks over to where Jonathan stands. He's still so awed by the kiss that he didn't even realize she came from the wrong direction. "Y/n" he said, smiling down at her, although she knew it wasn't a smile for her, it was from Nancy.

"Hey" she replied quietly, and Jonathan took her hands in his own. "Wanna come back to mine tonight?" He asked, and she looked up at him. Maybe she was wrong, maybe Jonathan did still love her? "I'd love to" she says with a smile, and Jonathan bends down and kisses her lightly on the lips before moving to the passenger door and opening it for her.

She gets in and watches as he goes around to the front of the car where he enters the driver's side. He starts the car and turns on the radio, tapping along to the beat on his steering wheel as they exit the parking lot.

Y/n still has hope as they pull into his driveway, however her dreams are crushed soon after.

They get into the house normally, Jonathan taking her coat at the door and telling her to sit while he gets them food. She takes her normal seat on his couch and turns on the TV, waiting for the boy to come back.

When he does, he's holding 2 sodas and a bag of chips. When he sits down, he places the bag of chips between them.

They switch through the channels until they land on some random game show, and Jonathan sits back ready to watch. Y/n however, turns to face him "So, what did you do today? You weren't in History..." she finally brings it up, and he looks over "Oh, uh.. I had other stuff to do" but Y/n isn't going to let go of it that easily.

"Oh" she says, "Like what?" And Jonathan takes a moment before turning his head towards her again, clearing his throat before speaking "Uh... I went out with Nance" he says. Nance. Y/n bites her lip to prevent the tears from forming in her eyes "Oh, so you and Nancy are good friends? Thats nice" She asks as casually as she can, but it seemed as though those were the magic words to make Jonathan open up.

Apparently he took it as an opening, that y/n was okay with it, because he opens up like a book and starts talking about Nancy like it's a middle school crush. "Yeah I mean she's just... she's really cool. And she knows what she wants, and she's determined and so thoughtful of the people around her, and when she's concentrating she does this cute thing where she bites her thumb" he imitates the motion and laughs, however when he looks over at Y/n, tears are openly coming down her face now.

"Y/n" he starts, moving immediately to comfort her. "Are you okay?" But she pulls away, wrapping her arms around herself. "You like her, don't you" she says, and Jonathan hesitates for a moment before responding "what, I no" he says, trying to touch her again but she pulls away and gets off the couch.

"Jonathan I saw you two together earlier!" She says, and his mouth drops "I saw her kiss you, and I saw the way you looked at her and I know that look Jonthan that's how you used to look at me" the tears are coming more than ever now, and Jonathan recollects himself, however he doesn't move to comfort her this time.

"Y/n, this is crazy" he says, motioning towards her "You're not denying it though, Jonathan! Because you know it's true" she responds, wiping the tears from her eyes as she recollects herself. "I love you" she says sincerely, walking towards him and looking him in the eye "But I need to be with someone who actually wants me. And I know that's not you."

Jonathan is left speechless as she moves away from him and towards the door, but at this he finally gets up to follow "Y/n, this is insane just come back we can talk about this" he tries but she shakes her head, pulling on her coat "There's nothing to talk about" she says with a sad smile, "I hope you're happy with her, Jon" and she exits the house, making new steps in the snow as she goes.

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There for you (Christen Press x Reader)

Written on my phone, at 3am while bored at work so excuse any mistakes.

Warnings- Mentions of homophobia, alcohol abuse, abuse.

Words: 1K

"I didn't want you to find out this way. I didn't want... I didn't want you to find out at all."

"You know we all love you regardless, right?" Alex spoke, everyone else nodded their heads in agreement.

"Maybe. Doesn't matter now. Everything's going to be different."

Ali took a step closer to me, "Y/n."

I slipped on my shoes before heading to the door, "I can't do this."

After leaving the hotel I didn't know where I was going. My head was a mess and I just needed to get away from them.

I was an alcoholic, sober for almost 2 years now. It was something I never told anyone especially from the national team. Something that I found easier to deal with alone. Until now, I had let it slip when they were trying to get me to have a drink with them and I snapped.

Since I was younger, I had turned to alcohol to help drown out my problems. My parents were abusive both physically and mentally. More mentally than physically up until they found out I was gay when I was 16, that was when they tried to beat the gay out of me. I was on the brink of death when the police had showed up due to a report of concern from the neighbours. They were convicted for attempted murder while I was in the hospital for weeks then sent to live with a foster family. They were nice enough, but it was safe to say I was pretty messed up. That's when the alcohol abuse started. 

Soccer was my only solace, the only place where I felt calm. I managed to hide and control it to only drinking myself to sleep for years. When I started drinking before games or in the middle of the day, I realised that I had to stop. I confided in my manager and the coaches for national and club team about my problem. We faked an injury and I checked into a rehab facility for a 90 day program. I started seeing a therapist as well. 

When I came back, I was in a much better place. I was sleeping better and not as anxious. I was just happier. I still struggled with physical touch or when someone moved too fast around me. It was still hard, especially when the team went out, but I had made it 2 years sober so far.

After walking for an hour, I found myself sitting in a random bar with a glass of whiskey and a glass of water in front of me. The water was the only thing that I had drunken. I didn't even want to drink the alcohol, it was more a reminder of how far I had come. Maybe a way to test myself, to make sure I was still strong enough. Someone sat next to me and the glass was moved away. By the perfume, I knew it was Christen. The women I was madly in love with, not that I would ever tell her that. She was too important to lose. I figured they used my IPad to do find my phone when they couldn't find me.

"I wasn't going to drink it."

A hand rested on my forearm, "I know, but you don't need to torture yourself. Y/n, I know you didn't want us to know, but we're your team. We're here for you, regardless of what you're going through. The same way you're always there for us." She paused for a second, intertwining our fingers, "I'm here for you y/n/n, if you'll let me."

I pulled my hand away, "Chris, I-" I stopped when my voice cracked. She led me out of the bar and to the park across the street.

Her arms wrapped around me, "I know what you think, that I deserve better or you don't want to put your problems on me." Christen pulled away, cupping my cheeks, "I want you y/n, every part of you. You deserve to be happy. Let me be part of that."

Tears started falling which she swiped away with her thumbs. I don't know how she knew. Since I began developing feelings for her, I had done everything in my power to not let her know. The only person I ever told was Ali and I know she would never tell anyone.

All I could do was nod. I knew if I said anything that any sense of control over my emotions would disappear. Christen watched me for a few seconds before leaning in, connecting our lips. I melted into her, my arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer. It was soft, slow and gentle. Everything I never knew I was craving. All things I had never had before.

In my whole 28 years of life, I had been in one relationship that only lasted a couple of months. There had been plenty of drunk one-night stands before I got sober, but never relationships. I was always too scared. Christen was the most caring, accepting and loving person I knew. Of course she would be the one to come in knocking down all the walls I had built to protect both myself and others.

Once we pulled away, I whispered as if to not pop the bubble around us, "How long have you known?"

"A week or so. You hid it very well."

"Did Ali-" I cut myself off knowing she would know what I was asking.

"No, she would never. You fell asleep with your journal open. Im sorry, I didn't mean to snoop, but it was open to a page about me." Journaling was something my therapist had recommended and it helped me get out what I was feeling without actually having to tell anyone. Normally, I would be pissed if anyone read it, but I was kind of relieved she had. It meant I didn't have to tell her myself.

I was terrified of what was to come. Terrified of hurting her or my problems being too much for her. Being in a relationship was something I didn't know how to do, but for Christen I would do everything in my power to be a good partner.

Part 2? If so leave ideas for what you want to see

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ALRIGHT FUCKERS THIS IS GONNA BE A HELLA LONG MEGAPOST AS I WAS GIVEN THE OK

BASICALLY this is gonna be a collection of bullshit me and @blackfliesinbluesugar have come up with and drawn

It starts with Goldie still living in Ireland at 17-19 and Scrooge from ages 18-20 staying in Scotland. And long story short they're dumbasses as teens. Cliche forbidden romance type stuff. Goldie's dad has shot people in the foot for trying to mess around with Goldie or just even talk to her for too long. So the only logical explanation they have is make Scrooge hide in the barn when he visits.

Basically Scrooge chills in the barn for a while cause Goldie's the only one that ever really goes in there because she's in charge of all the chores there. Which is where the context of this post is from

After the first time they fooled around Goldie was like 'oh crap what if I got pregnant D:' and told her mom she's going through a phase of flowey/big dresses when in reality she's trying to hide a potential baby bump. Now her mom doesn't care because she's too caught up in the fact that Goldie is finally 'acting like a lady.'

So eventually because they never put together that 'hey, if we keeping doing this we're gonna end up with a baby', Goldie does end up pregnant. And because her dad is a dick and a 'I catch you with my daughter then you die' type of shotgun dad, Goldie is freaking tf out.

About a month after she finds out she's pregnant, the O'Gilt's (well mostly just Goldie and her mom lol) get invited to a fancy dinner and Scrooge is really wanting to see Goldie again. So what better way to see her than to travel to Ireland, steal a uniform, and sneak into said dinner party as a busboy. Problem is he can't risk Goldie's dad seeing him again so he tries to slick back his whiskers

But while Scrooge is running around, he eventually spots Goldie across the room. Now he's never seen her in anything fancy, usually just the flannel and green work skirt. And he just about dies 😭

By now she has a bit of a baby bump she's had to hide so she normally goes for high waisted dresses that immediately flow out.

Anyways, as Scrooge is putting on the uniform he realizes he has absolutely no idea how to actually be a busboy. He doesn't know the first thing about dining and stuff so he's just like AAAAAAA

As they both see each other, Scrooge gives a dorky grin and Goldie smiles before realizing he snuck in. Right when Scrooge goes to see her he gets dumped with a bunch of dishes he has to set. Goldie sees him struggling to figure out how to set a table and he just gives her a nervous grin while she's like 'oh you beautiful dumbass -_-'

She's turning red cause she's trying so hard not to burst out in laughter as Scrooge slips and a bunch of silverware falls on him

He's getting yelled at by the director but he's just giving Goldie a goofy grin from across the room.

Her parents: remember to be calm and not make a scene no matter wh-

Goldie watching Scrooge trip on the tablecloth: BWAHAHA

But as the dinner progresses, Goldie remembers Scrooge doesn't even know she's pregnant. So she keeps trying to tell him but they both constantly get pulled away to do other things.

Towards the end of dinner Scrooge gets a free moment and realizes then that 'holy shit I actually like really love her!' So he darts to wherever she is and is struggling to get it out cause he doesn't know how much time he has left. He eventually spits it out and tells Goldie he loves her and is immediately called away. Scrooge takes her hands and quickly kisses her cheek before running to wherever the director is calling him from.

Goldie is shocked and stays still for a moment but by the time the shock wears off she realizes Scrooge is already long gone and they don't see each other again. And now Goldie's like 'crap crap crap, he said he loves me and I didn't even tell him I'm pregnant.'

They aren't able to communicate for a while cause Goldie's so focused on trying to keep her family pleased while still hiding her baby bump, and Scrooge keeps getting sidetracked and forgetting to write. (You can't tell me that isn't something he'd do because he kept getting distracted in the life and times when coming back home). He has her address, and he has started a letter, and even his family knows about her. 3ish months pass of no communications until one night Goldie starts contractions.

She darts to the barn after the first contraction and realizes she has to do this alone. A letter takes a day to get to Scrooge and going to Scotland herself would take closer to 7 hours. At that point it would be safer to not move.

It's like 3am by the time she lays and the egg ends up being pretty small. The entire time Goldie was just getting sicker and sicker. She ends up too weak to even hide the egg and has a high fever. She seriously thinks she's not gonna make it for the first night she can barely stay conscious.

The next morning she has just enough strength to lazily hide the egg in the hay and sluggishly make her way back to the main house. Her parents are already up and she explains she started feeling iffy while doing chores and collapses.

Because her parents aren't completely heartless and she still is their daughter, her parents' main focus shifts to trying to nurse her back to health. They assume she fell with a bad flu and don't know she had spent all night laying an egg.

During this time she writes to Scrooge telling him to get over here asap, it's an emergency.

Goldie's parents take over her chores in the barn and the moment they said that Goldie went into panic mode again. During a lunch break she climbs through her window and runs to the barn to hide the egg better. She does, and she successfully makes it back to her room but collapses again and sleeps until the next day.

Scrooge arrives 3 days after she lays and now she's really panicking. She's still weak and sick, and her parents are coming closer and closer to finding the egg. Scrooge when he sees her is genuinely freaking out. Not only for the future and that he now has an egg, but because Goldie did it by herself in a dirty barn. She's still a little loopy even though it's been a few days and Scrooge just feels heart broken that he wasn't there to help. He starts going on a tangent about how she could have died but Goldie just kisses him to get him to stop blabbering.

Scrooge helps her clean up a bit cause even with her parents looking after her, she's still a mess. But as he's washing her and the egg up, they hear fighting from the main house. Her parents realized she wasn't in her bed. She starts crying and tells Scrooge he needs to run home asap because if her dad finds out he'll most definitely kill him and/or the baby.

(This was the first doodle for the au before deciding on an exact age/place/look so don't mind the sloppiness)

Scrooge escapes right as her dad comes in. She pulls the excuse of she thought she felt well enough to do chores.

Scrooge rn is running like a madman back to Scotland. He went from chilling with his family to being a father who's child needs to be kept secret within a day.

By the time Scrooge gets back home it's the middle of the night and is ngl feeling pretty overwhelmed. He tells Downy that he messed up and she's just like ??? So Scrooge holds up the egg and Downy just purses her lips like 'ah'

The next morning Scrooge explains to his family what happened and doesn't leave out any detail. Fergus and Downy obviously have mixed feelings. Scrooge is barely 19 yet he already has a kid??? But in the end they realize they can't change what's happened and focus on helping Scrooge protect this child.

Once the baby hatched, all mixed feelings from Downy erased and she just went into 'this is my grandbaby and no one will touch her' mood.

Scrooge and Goldie kept in contact from the moment Goldie gave away the egg. Because of the little incident of Goldie 'trying to do chores while sick,' she was put under close monitoring for the next few months and couldn't visit each other. After constant writing back and forth, they find a date to meet up half way between Scotland and Ireland so Goldie can meet her baby. They try to decide on baby names through the letter but they can't agree on anything. Goldie finds out that Scrooge moved out of his small Glasgow home and into McDuck Castle. He gives her the new location on the map as well.

The first time Scrooge tries to sneak out with the baby Fergus is just standing right outside with his brow arched and Scrooge starts freaking out.

Before Scrooge can apologize for trying to sneak out, Fergus just asks if Scrooge would like him to go with.

Scrooge is a little shocked but can't talk with the frog in his throat and just nods. Along the way Scrooge explains how he and Goldie have been trying to find the right time to sneak out for weeks because it was so hard for Goldie to get free time. She was sent to go across country to get supplies and uses that opportunity to go meet up with Scrooge and the baby again.

Fergus just nods and continues.

When they do see Goldie, she almost breaks down at the sight that the baby survived and is being raised in a good house hold and can't stop holding her. The baby is about 3 months old by now. They finally agreed on a name and she ended up being named Maryanne. (Yes Jelly and I chose that because it means Star of the Sea)

She has to give the baby back to Scrooge cause stupid teenage and still getting over pregnancy hormones are getting the better of her and she starts full on sobbing as she sits on the ground. Scrooge freezes cause he's like aaaaaa what do I dooooo while still holding the baby.

But Fergus crouches down to her and asks if she wants a hug. All Goldie can say is 'uh huh' and he just wraps himself around her. She hugs back and Fergus rocks back and forth until Goldie's calmed down.

'I'm sorry I pulled your son into the mess. I-I was just so scared that my papa w-would kill one of us that I didn't know what else to do.'

Fergus pulls her away so he can actually look at her. And part of him feels that tinge of fear and sadness that the two teens had experienced. He grabs onto her shoulders which causes Goldie to look up at him.

'While I dinnae agree what you two did was right. Ah'm proud of you. Because what you did, finding the will to give up a child for their own safety, took a lotta strength there, lass.' And before she can react, Fergus pulls her in again and let's it sink in.

Scrooge is still holding the baby but now he's sitting down and bouncing the cooing baby on his knee while watching the scene unfold.

Over the course of the next few months, Goldie visits as much as possible and she grows closer to the family and Scrooge every time. On the times she can't visit, Fergus accompanies Scrooge in order to protect them from Goldie's dad. She's had a few close calls with her dad, but nothing too serious

After those events, Goldie practically moves in with the McDucks and they work on raising Maryanne. However like in the Rosa series, they're still experiencing tax trouble and Scrooge says he's gonna have to go to South Africa. The baby is about 2 by now and Scrooge is almost 21, while Goldie is about 19 and a half.

(This next section was an accident but basically it started as jotting down ideas but turned into a fic after I said it would take 20 seconds to write but turned into 2 hours fjdbfndn)

Scrooge is torn between whether or not to go until Goldie says she'll go with him. And because she's stubborn, no one objects. So the three travel across the world together. Maryanne practically grows up on the sea and all of those adventures where Goldie is present in the DT17 Rewriting History book happen.

On adventures they trade off tying the baby to their backs until she's old enough to not need to anymore. Although for the more dangerous ones, one of them stays behind.

But because they weren't married and had a kid in their teens, they were generally looked down upon. It got to the point where they just started saying they were married in order to avoid conflict with others. And after a while they actually forgot they weren't in fact married

'Huh, I forgot we're not actually married.' 'WAIT WE'RE NOT???'

Or

'We're married' 'Oh ok, can i see your marriage records?' '... oh right'

But some old lady or old guy either way starts criticizing Goldie for being a young mother and they just deck the shit outta them and run. Or Goldie fighting someone with baby tied to her back.

Maryanne grows up to be an ocean cartographer and leads sailing expeditions and that's all we have for her. Also she has super blue eyes lol

That's basically almost all of the things we have for this au lol

[aliasimagines]

The Cat's out of The Bag//Jason Todd

a/n: i suck at titles 🤷🏻‍♀️. Anyway hope you like it 💕

word count: 1130 (? At least i belive so, i checked it when I finished writing it at 3am but im just too lazy to do it agian)

requested by @im-hqlover

Jason and reader were trying to hide their relationship from other people at school, but somehow someone finds out and soon the whole school know about their relationship. (Maybe kinda angst and fluff too, because I love this combination.)

It was one of the first things you talked about as a couple. One of the first 'rules' that were set in the relationship. Neither of you made a big deal out of it, Jason completely understood and was very much okay with keeping it a secret.

It's not that you were embarrassed about dating Jason. But he was very popular. A lot of people from school had crushes on him. And you were kinda okay with that, because you knew that he trusted you, that he chose you, he wanted to be with you not anyone else. But maybe some people at school couldn't handle Jason being in a relationship so calmly?

Just thinking about it made you stress. So you didn't tell anyone. Okay maybe a few closer friends knew about it but noone you guys didn't trust. And it was cool, everything was going fine.

So when you walked into school one day, only to hear people whisper behind your back and to get stared at by everyone you had no idea what could have happened.

Until some girls walked up to you while you were still packing your books in your bag from your locker.

"You're Y/N, right?" you heard from behind you. You turned around to see Becky and her two side pieces friends. You noded confused. These three were like the Heathers of Gotham High.

"Yes..?"

"Is it true?" Becky asks now louder, her words drawing more attention from the passing by students. You had no idea what she was talking about. You had no idea why she would wanna talk to you of all people.

"What is?"

"You and Todd." added Chelsea, the girl on Becky's left. "I personally don't think so."

You gasped. What? How did they know?

"Todd? As in Jason? I don't even know him.." you tried, still caught off guard. The third girl, Sarah lifted her phone and held it out for you to see. On her phone the school tumblr was opened and there was a picture of you and Jason walked out of a bookstore hand in hand. The picture was blurry as you were only lit by street lamps and the store's sign. The picture was taken last night.

You cursed mentally. Someone from school must have seen you and upload this pic to the schools social media. You felt sick. All those whispers made sense now. You slammed your locker closed and left without a word. You ran to the one place were you knew noone would disturb you. The art classroom. You practically tore the door open and fell on the floor. Fortunately noone was in. You felt your thoughts getting louder and louder. It was getting so overwhelming you wanted to scream but you just went to hug your legs close to your chest. You could have sworn that the empty and half covered canvases were mocking you while thei finished pieces just rolled their nonexistent eyes.

You closed your eyes and tried to focus on your breathing. You wish it wasn't a wednesday. Jason didn't have a first period on wednesdays. If he was here this whole thing would be so much easier. You could call him, sure. But between patrolling all night and studying for his finals in all his free time Jason needed all the sleep he could get. And he should wake up soon as it is almost 8am.

Somewhat calmer you took out your phone to maybe listen to some music that'll help you figure out how to get to class. I mean you knew you had to walk to your classroom in a few minutes but there was nothing else that you wanted to do less than that. But yes. Eventually you have to get up and go out. You bit your lips summoning all the courage as you heard the bell ringing.

You opened the door, peaking out if there was anyone on the corridors. When you saw none you hurried through the school with your head hanging low. You tried so hard not to make any noise, to sit on your chair without making a sound, to make yourself invisible. You tried so hard to focus on the teacher but every two minutes you heard someone whisper your name quickly followed by Jason's... You wished for a lifesaving bell instead you heard your phone buzzing slightly. Carefully you looked at the screen.

Jason wrote.

Quickly making up an excuse for the teacher about how you felt sick, which wasn't suspicious at all, you were out on the corridor once again.

Jason: 'I'm in the library. Can you get out of class?'

You: 'Already out, be there in a sec'

Entering the library you knew where to search him as the two of you met up there once or twice. You weren't wrong, behind a big shelf full of classic literature stood Jason leaning against the wall, clearly frustrated. As he saw you he pushed himself away from to wall and opened his arms. Without hesitation you hugged him. He buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"I am so sorry, y/n." he whispered. "I came as soon as I saw the headlines."

You pulled away so you could look at him.

"The whats?"

"Headline.. Oh shit, you didn't see? It's all over the internet. Gotham Gazette has already written a damn article about it. Bruce is making calls at the moment but..."

"Oh my god..." you panicked. Not only the school but whole Gotham knew about yout relationship now. Great, and now you wanted to cry. Jason noticed and cupped your face.

"Please baby, I am so sorry. If I could I would erase that damn picture but... Ah no... I know it's overwhelming, it's okay, if you feel like crying I've got you okay?"

You noded and hugged him again.

"It's just... I know it's stupid but-" you took a deep breath" I'm just kind of afraid..? People been whispering since I'm here and school only started half an hour ago"

You looked at Jason and it made you hurt, you knew he felt guilty even though he had no reason to do so. Shaking, you took his hand.

"Jay it's not your fault, you can't do anything about it now." you said. He bit his bottom lip.

"I know.. I just hate seeing you so hurt."

"It's so much better now that I've got you here."

"It's gonna okay. We are in this crap together, alright? There might be some people who want to have a say in about our relationship, and yes some people might look at you with jealousy because they think they ever stood a change. But they don't because I love you . No one else. "

[lightningwave]

Jaya Angst : "You Are The Reason."

<<TW DISCLAIMER>>

The master of lightning's head rested on his wife's lap, while she was desperately holding his wrist between her hand, searching for any pulse on it. Tears were streaming down her face like an endless ocean of pain and despair, as Nya heard the voices from the other ninja coming behind her back, sounding distant yet so close to her. 

"Nya… I don't think he's going to make it." One of them said softly, touching her shoulder on an attempt of comforting her. She abruptly let go of this gesture, grabbing against her chest her husband's body even tighter, yet making sure not to aggravate his wound. A big, deep wound in fact. One which covered all of Jay's chest, bad enough for his flesh almost to be seen. Nya looked at him, searching for any sign of consciousness on his face. She softly caressed his cheek, wiping the blood that was found over it. 

"Jay…" She stared at his eyelids, still closed. "P-Please answer me. Stay with me. Please, I need you to stay with me." Nya broke into tears, dropping so many for almost not being any left on her. 

Stay with me.

Stay with me.

Stay...

A great emptiness started growing upon her heart as she saw that Jay wasn't responding to her call. The others were surrounding both of them, watching from meters away as the master of water completely denied that her husband was already gone. Until a soft groan was heard, giving her the ray of hope that she needed in that moment. 

"Nya…" Jay smiled, trying to hide his pain. "I love you." He was trying hard for the words to come out from his lips. "And I'm sorry." 

She tried to hold back her tears, as these couldn't even let her speak. "Jay… You have nothing to be sorry for. I-I l-love you too. I'm the one who needs to apologize. I couldn’t tell you enough." Her heart shattered at this realization, acknowledging that now he wouldn't be able to hear it from her anymore. 

Jay just held her hand, feeling the warmth in this."By knowing I was loved by you, is more than enough. You were the only person I ever needed by my side. Words are powerful, but actions are more. And you got to show it by them, sweetheart." He kissed her hand. "But what I'm sorry for, is that I didn't get to keep my promise."

Nya trembled, not saying it but still knowing where this was going. "W-What are you talking about?" 

"My wedding vows." Tears left Jay's eyes. "I promised that I'd be by your side forever. That I would be with you until we gave our last breath." His voice broke. "B-but guess forever doesn't last that long, d-does it?" 

"No J-Jay, don't say that. W-We are yin and yang, remember?" She took out her medallion, placing it together with Jay's. "We belong together, we are one. You can't d-die… Y-You can't, please...I'm begging. Don’t leave me, I can’t do this alone." 

He smiled at her gesture, but hid with it many tears. "I don't want to leave you, I never wanted to." He watched both of their medallions joined together. "But this bond will always keep us together. "

Jay's eyes started closing, his pulse fading away. Nya's eyes grew wide in fear. "JAY?!?" She screamed, realizing her husband wasn’t responding anymore. She stared at his lifeless body, covering her shirt in blood as she hugged him tight against her.

"NO, JAY! DON’T LEAVE ME! PLEASE, COME BACK!" She cried in agony, with this breaking apart anyone who could hear her pain. 

She snuggled her face upon Jay’s chest, wishing to feel any heartbeat coming from it. But she found nothing but silence and death. The man with the smile that could enlighten a whole room by himself, was now gone. His laughter, his personality, his kindness, courage and sweetness weren’t there anymore for making her world better. He wasn’t there to hold her when she cried, neither to kiss her forehead while she’d be falling asleep on his lap. Jay was gone, and she couldn’t do anything about it. The bleeding was too much for her to stop it, yet she felt guilty for not saving him as he did with her not once, but twice before. He was able to bring her back from the death, and still she could just watch his joyful soul fade away. He was dying, but she couldn’t save him. And she’d live with the guilt forever. 

Months had passed since then, she wouldn’t leave the room they used to share. She would wear Jay’s medallion along with hers, while clinging against the clothes he was wearing the day he died. The blood washed away from them, but his scent still remained. On the night, and even the whole day long sometimes, she’ll sleep hugging both of his belongings to make herself feel that he was still there. That Jay was still alive.

Whenever there was a thunderstorm, it was the only time she’d go outside. She would stand under the rain, not caring if she’d get sick the day after and wearing Jay’s medallion, while seeing as the lightnings danced all across the sky.

"I miss you Sparky." She whispered, wishing he could hear her. "I-I need you."

Nya didn’t always stop to realize it, but she knew that no one had ever given her the kind of affection Jay did. And no one ever will, as he was one of a kind. He was supportive, caring and understanding towards her at any time, and he was the only one she’d ever imagine as the love of her life. Her body began to tremble as the rain increased. She knew no one would come and tell her to get inside before she catched a cold. Everyone was asleep at 3am. She knew it and used that to her advantage. Soon, Nya felt a burning sensation on her throat, this leading to her throwing up the few things she'd eaten on the day. A smile of relief was drawn on her face, as her body finally collapsed on the floor.

[kurinhimenezu]

===First Kiss===

~~~Shinso Hitoshi~~~

==KurinH==

The clock read 2.30am

You've been working non stop for almost 6 hours now. Your eye were dull; not really seeing anything as your fingers move on their own accord, mod plans already memorized in your head. A mis-clip of a wire sends the whole mod sparking uselessly in your hands.

You yelped in pain at the sting of the zap and with a cry of indignation; threw the whole thing in a pile of more broken mods. Ignoring the pain and the possible blisters, you slumped against the work bench in defeat. You spied your phone still on the last message your aunt has given you.

*You're still there at UA right? When are you going to make some money out of your tinkering toys?*

'They're not toys..they're support items for heroes!'

*I cannot believe you didn't end up in the hero course! That's where the money is really at*

'Heroes need support too auntie..'

*your mother should've know better..sending you to an expensive school with your weak quirk and you didn't even end up a hero! What a waste*

*Did you know that Inko's kid got into the hero course?? And HE'S QUIRKLESS*

You buried your face in your arms, eyes shut; refusing to let the tears fall. 'Why can't she let me be..? I don't even live with her anymore..I didn't even pay for this school..I got in on a support tech recommendation..!' You couldn't help but let out a small whimper.

'Still..is it true..is this all just a waste..?' The girl straightened her protective goggles and looked at all her pending blueprints..all the unfinished mods and WIP prints. 'My efforts..my ideas..' Then looked towards Mei's workbench and saw all her completed 'babies' as she called them.

'I..am..I..?'

"...(y/n)?"

You slowly turned your head at a wide eyed brainwasher. "Shinso..kun..? What..how did you even get in here? This mechanic room is for support students and their heroes-in-progress only.."

"I couldn't sleep and I got bored-hey..your hand.." Shinso strolled inside the workroom and frowned, seeing her red, blistering hands.

Pulling out a soothing salve from his pocket, he kneeled down before her and takes her hands in his before applying the cream; making sure to get every inch. You were too exhausted to even care how gentle he was being.

"How did you even know I'd get injured like this?"

Lavender eyes looked up at her briefly before giving the other a Cheshire grin. "Let's just say I've taken to carrying medical supplies whenever I'm around you and your crazy group of friends..I guess it got to the point that it became a habit to carry supplies around".

Closing the container, Shinso frowned, now noticing how her eyes lost their shine. Even when she's having an off day, her eyes were still expressive. It was the first thing he noticed the first time they met in middle school. She was never scared to talk to him, her eyes so open to everyone she talks to and now..now they look almost dead. It gave him chills.

"Did..something happen..?"

The girl sighed and took off her goggles. Fingers fumbling with the frames.

"Shinso..can you..brainwash me..?"

He froze at the request. He could never..not her..never to her.

You sensed his hesitation and grabbed at his wrists in desperation. "Please ! Just this once! I'm tired of feeling like I can never contribute to anything! Friends..family..academics..its never enough!"

You couldn't help the tears that flowed as you lowered your head. "Just this once..tell me to not feel like this..please.."

Shinso's heart shattered seeing her so broken like this. He wasn't a stranger to feeling like he wasn't enough. His childhood was more or less the epitome of the feeling. He bit his lip before eyeing the opened messages on the table.

The boy frowned, a sudden urge to protect coursed through him as he stood up and wrapped his arms around his girl. 'That hag...!' He tightened his grip around her, an arm around her shoulder and a hand at the back of her head. He knew how much she loves the feeling of getting petted.

"Brain washing is not the answer kitten..you know this.." he gave her a soft chuckle when she mumbled something about quirk evolution and memory alteration. How can she not see how smart she is? How her friends look up at her intellect? He even overheard the teachers praising how innovative her mods are for non-combative quirks! Shinso pulled back slightly, not letting her out of his embrace as he wiped her eyes.

"Don't you dare listen to that woman. You are smart enough to get in here..make amazing weapons and not even for physical quirks..Principal Nezu is eyeing you to even intern under him and you think your aunt knows what she's talking about?" Shinso snorted, making you let out a watery laugh.

He smiled softly and pulled her head back into him. Pressing his cheek against her temple. "You're amazing..more amazing than anyone I've ever known..you throw out ideas and theories like it's nothing..people would kill to have a brain and drive like yours..don't ever doubt yourself..and even if you do, know that I'm here..cheering you on and believing in our capabilities for the both of us"

You closed your eyes as he talked. You always did lovethe sound of his voice. Quiet and deep. So soothing. You're convinced that his relaxing voice is part of his quirk.

You can feel your despair ebb away at each word that comes out of his mouth. Letting out a long exhale, you buried your face against his body, finally relaxing. "Thank you..so much Hitoshi..you've.." you sucked your bottom lip in hesitation.

Shinso chuckled and tilted her chin up to look up at his face. "Anything for you..my kitty~"

Your face flushed red as you shut your eyes tight. He couldn't stop himself in time before leaning down and kissing her on the forehead.

You gasped, eyes popping open.

The boy pulled back slowly and cupped your cheeks; gently stroking your face. "Was that okay..?"

You smiled happily as you nodded your head. Shinso smiled back in relief and brought you into his arms again.

"..."

"Toshi..?"

"Yes kitten..?"

"You're my hero"

Hugging you tighter, his eyes watered as he smiled against your hair.

The clock read 3am.

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[glitchky]

Double date

A story because it's 3am and I can't sleep~ (Kapkan, Jäger, Bandit and Glaz) Sorry, it's my first time writing with Glaz and Kapkan so excuse me if it isn't too good!

"Are you ready yet?" Bandit would ask his boyfriend who was taking forever to get ready. "Ja! Sorry uhm, I never went on a double date before" "It's just Tim and Max, why? Are you scared?" "..." "Bhah! You're scared of them?" "Well yes! There tall and strong-- they speak loudly too-" Marius would say shyly. "Ah don't worry I'll protect you from the big scary Russi-" "Are you two ready?" Glaz would ask as he leaned on their doorframe. "Yeah, glad you know how to knock" Bandit said while raising an eyebrow. "Max they're ready" "Finally, come" Kapkan would gesture them to follow. "Uh" Bandit would give Jäger an unsure look. Jäger would shrug and follow Kapkan outside the base.

"We'll be taking my lada" Kap would smile. "No seperate cars?" Bandit asked. "Nope, get in" Kap said getting behind the wheel. Jäger did as asked and Glaz would follow in along with Bandit. The drive there was rather quiet untill Jäger tried to talk with the others. "So.. uhm..! Why did you two want to go on a date with Dom and me?" "You seem like nice company, Max said you're great teammates too and that he wanted to get to know you better outside of work" "oh.. that's sweet of him" Marius would smile. Kap would give him a friendly wink in the reerview mirror, it made Jäger chuckle. Bandit was just trying to figure these two men out. "We're here" Glaz would say soon to get out the big car. "Uhm" Marius nervously chuckled as they were in the middle of a forest. "Are we going for a hike?" He asked. "Yeah" Kap would answer. "We can also stay the night, set up a camp and relax in the arms of mother nature" "oo" Marius liked that idea, Bandit didnt. "The fuck we're not" "Shame" Kap would say starting to walk. "Why? Scared of some bugs Dominic?" Tim would tease, following Max. "No, I just know Marius, his dumbass is gonna wander off and we'll have to find him in the middle of the night and besides we didn't come prepared at all" "We have two tents in Kap's lada, just incase" Glaz would say. "Oh! Staying the night together would be so cool! Not what I expected from a date but!" Bandit would facepalm, ofcourse, ofcourse Jäger would be excited about this.

Time passed as the four made their way into the forest, the three had convinced Bandit to stay the night in the forest. It took Jäger some sweet kisses and a promise to not wander off. Bandit would do anything for Jäger's sweet touch anyway. Besides, Kap and Jäger seemed to be close, both being hunters and all haha. For now they were setting up their tents. "Seems like those two are getting along just fine" Glaz would say to Bandit while setting up a tent with him while Kap and Jäger were setting up the other. "Heh yeah, but Marius kinda gets along with everyone" "Oh? Well, Max usually isnt this lose around others. He must have a liking towards him" "I cannot blame him really" "Hah, ofcourse" Glaz would roll his eyes with a smile. "Marius, catch" Kap would say, throwing the hammer at him. "AH!" Marius would flinch as it almost hit him across the head. "Oh" Kap frowned, Marius forgave him but Bandit kept and eye out. "Max you mudak" Glaz would yell. "I wasn't thinking alright?" "It's fine! He didn't hit me!" Marius reasured. "Yeah, good thing he fucking didn't" Bandit would walk over, Bandit was pretty protective towards Marius. Not just because he loved him but also because he cared alot about his safety. "Geesh, what if I did hit him in the head? It's only a hammer. Maybe a small bruise or so" "How about I hit you with it and we'll see what happends dummkopf" Bandit would say, Kapkan was suprised by the sudden attitude but he shrugged it off. "Look I'm sorry, no need to get angery with me" "Yeah, relax you two" Tim said. "Nobody got hurt, please let's keep it that way.." Marius begged. "Mh" Bandit would walk off. "Tim, let's finish this tent then." "Alright" Tim would walk back with Bandit. Kap would sqaut down infront of Jäger. "Is he always like that?" He'd tilt his head confused. "Ja, he gets angery easily. Especially if it involves me. It's cute in a way really." "Yeah, threathening to hit me with a hammer sure is cute" "He didn't mean it" "If you say so tiny"

Soon night came and the stars came out from behind the trees and lit up the sky. They all sat at a fire they had made and were making smores. Marius was really happy with this. "This is nice" He said. "You think so?" Tim would smile. "Too bad that we didn't bring an extra jacket, Max looks like he is going to turn into a popsicle" "Huh?" Tim would look over to see Kap with his arms wrapped around himself. "Fuck off, I'm not that cold" Tim would chuckle and take off his warm coat, Kap would refuse it but Tim smiled and wrapped it around him. Max's face shot red as he hid most of his face into the fluffy part of his boyfriends jacket. Tim would find this adorable. "Marius are you cold or anything too?" Bandit would ask. "I'm alright!" He'd respond cheerfully. "Mh gutt" Bandit gently pulled Jäger closer by his waist and gave him a soft kiss on his head, Marius would smile and lay his head against Dominic's shoulder. "Maybe we should all start heading to bed" Dominic would offer, holding his lover close. "Maybe, the fire is growing small" "Yeah, we'll see you two in the morning. It's been nice" "Yeah, sleepwell" Glaz would wave them goodnight. Bandit got up and carried Jäger inside their tent, not the way he expected to spend the night but it was nice. He laid down and pulled Jäger close to himself both for warmt and because he just loved cuddling him. At first he hated it but Jäger got him addicted now. "Goodnight mein liebe" Bandit softly said, spooning Jäger, holding his arms around his waist. "Goodnight schatz" Marius would smile at him from over his shoulder. Bandit leaned closer and gave him a loving kiss. "Liebe dich" "Liebe dich auch" Marius would whisper back at him as they were ready to fall asleep together. Meanwhile Tim had dragged Max inside their tent aswell, he was sitting down with Kap on his lap who still wore his jacket. "Still cold?" He'd ask, lovingly running his hands over Kap's legs. Kap nodded resting his arms around Glaz' shoulders. Glaz gently pulled Kap closer and held him close to his chest. "Then I'll keep you warm" He said and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek afterwards. Kap would roll his eyes but he liked that Tim kept him warm. He didn't feel like freezing his ass off tonight anyways.

The two couples spend the night cuddled up together to keep eachother warm untill dawn came. They slept well and it was amazing to wake up by the sounds of nature. The 'date' got the four a little closer to eachother and they'll definitely do something like this again!

[flxwxr-blurbs]

Part 2: [2:40]: "Mhh let me think.." Jaemin said in a small voice, scratching his chin to look like he is deep in his thoughts.

"Your biggest secret is that you are actually really good at math but just too lazy, so you copy my damn homework every day you piece of-"

"Wow, wow boy, raise that voice at me again and you won't see the end of it!" you whisper yelled back at him. He rolled his eyes, looking down at his phone. He received a message but you couldn't read it from afar.

His smile dropped slowly, not in a sad way more in a.. annoyed way. He frowned.

"What is it?" You asked, looking at the boy who seems more than disappointed by the message he just got.

"It's just my dumb friends saying I should come home.", well it is pretty late you can't deny that. You two got caught up in talking, forgetting that people are trying to sleep and that, even though it's weekend, you shouldn't mess up your sleeping schedule.

"Do they know you are here?" he shook his head, signaling a no. He shrugged.

"They DO know you though, but I am not sure if you want to know them." he laughed. You, on the other hand, looked a bit horrified, trying to figure out the reason WHY you wouldn't want to know them.

He noticed how you tensed up slightly, looking directly at you now. "No, no! Not in that way, they are just idiots. I assure you that none of them could do anything harming if their life would depend on it."

You nodded, acting like you weren't even that afraid anyways. Maybe meeting them would be nice, you thought...

"You won't meet them," he said looking at you.

"Huh? How did you? Did you-" you gasped silently, making him look at you confused, "Did you read my mind?" his eyebrows furrowed together, not being able to say anything for a good minute, being too surprised at your question. "It was just a lucky guess, but that you think I have some sort of supernatural ability is funny. Which, I don't. But that's beside the point, my friends were dying to meet you and if that interaction would ever really happen I-" he paused, what is he supposed to say now? 'Oh, I talked about you as if you were my girlfriend but they figured that you aren't, but since they are little shits they are gonna tell you'. No, he would rather end his immortal life than admit any of that. His eyes wandered around acting like he didn't say anything to start with.

"Jaemin? Finish your sentence.."

He gulped "Well you know they are" he paused again thinking of anything fitting, "They are weird childish teens, damned to forever be in their puberty stages, you don't want to meet teen boys in their puberty now do you?"

He had a point. Who likes to deal with teenage boys in their puberty? You most definitely don't. But it's not like they will be any different from him, and this terrible phase they are stuck in nor Jaemin will stop you from meeting them.

"They won't be any different from you Na Jaemin soo I won't mind." you shrugged slightly. 'Oh no, think of more'

Sadly, he knew no matter what he would say, he couldn't talk you out of it, internally excepting that his friends will embarrass him right in front of you. He could swear if he wouldn't be dead and there would still be blood rushing through him, his cheeks would have a red color painted on them, showing the same color as your cheeks ever so often did.

"I think they will like me," you said almost to yourself as you didn't even notice Jaemins existential crisis and regret of all his past life decisions. He laughed nervously "Yeah... They will." 'They definitely will' he thought internally face-palming himself. 'Great, just great'

"When you wanna meet them?" he asked now, slowly excepting it as he sighed. "Why not now?" his eyes widen. No not now that would mean the death to him.

"No omg you can't, what about your parents?? It's like uhh Oh! It's wayyy too late! Look! 3am" he shoved his phone practically into your face, "You need to rest and, uh and in uhh in about three hours your parents will be awake! Yeah, that won't be a good idea."

You nodded, he wasn't wrong. You really needed as much rest as you could possibly get. You yawned at the thought of sleeping, your eyelids feeling heavy.

"Good. But then pinky promise that I will meet them tomorrow night!" You held out your pinky finger, watching him with tired eyes as he sighed, happily but defeated. "I pinky promise, but now I reallyyyy have to go, so please rest and we will see each other tomorrow." he lowly whispered. His caring and worried voice making your heart jump a bit as he leaned forward again, admiring your flushed cheeks and the effect that he has. His cheeky smile. Oh how you hated him, but you couldn't bring out any comment, feeling too tired for that.

And with that, he was gone, the lights were off and left were only you with a warm feeling on your cheeks, a heart that was beating too fast, sleepy eyes and Jaemin on your mind.

'What a ride tomorrow will be' is the last thing wandering through your mind, as sleep took over you.

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I don't know if you were fr with tagging you but if you were then @1love1houseofcards, thank you for liking the first part so much! 💕

[lilolilyr]

WIP tag

@banashee tagged me to post another work in progress, so I will post, un-edited, whatever bullshit I came up with last night when I was already half asleep after watching an ep of Suits and then reading an old Hanni&Nanni (St. Clare's) book. I think what my brain came up with is a crossover between those and also my ever growing fanfic multiverse so there's timetravel and dimensions and shit... oh, and naturally it's gay.

Wip lverse

Central arrives at Lindenhof

R/T (teaches) just been outed or sth, girls behind them but school threatened with being closed- dance, with boys from other school, H idea: dance ww mm, boys? Jenny's brother -> have an in, & if not all boys join doesn't matter as long as no Lindenhof girls dance with them. T/R gerührt but also hope won't nach draussen dringen)

Light off

Ugh wheretf are we, middle ages? Fuckinf castle and it isn't even hogwarts. Light...

Edits lumos maxima to fit kronleuchter

War nich lang dunkel also gleich wieder ans helle gewöhbt

Year? Oh lemme guess... Uniforms, awkward dance, electronic light but no smart tech in sight,... Must be xx... Hate that. Already bad capitalism of after & still shitty institurionalised homophobia & racism & misogyny of before.

Eyeroll

Well source isn't here, all muggles

???

Explanation:

Muggle= nonmagical

^or>: sacrilege!

Why?? Why does religion fit better or worse to nonmagical world? If anything magic is sth u can't explain fitting to religion, and as I have magic and you don't, if God exists likes me better than u

Pls no existential discussions before 3am after I had 3 vodka

Gross

Anyways

Looking for source: different universes, if timetravel splits, no-good bc vicious cycle, looking for source

Not here

U sure?

Knocks on Wall

Opens

Body in wall

O.o

Dude dead

Windstoss, zeefällt fast

Shield

Ugh now can't check for..

Well otherwise body!

...

Call the cops- poliicee! Just tell them sb hit a spec spot of the wall & it opened to a body. S the truth. & don't worry bout everyone being shocked, s a body in the wall, u gotta be shocked.

Girls notice T R stressed & not as close as want - H N Hilda J B C go 'need to talk to both' -> form wall so they can hold hands. Before leave turn around, T quickly presses kiss to Rs hand

Central thanks for assistance, & as thanks help against homophobia: a little confoundus maybe? Yeah, everyone in Castle who is homophobic & wants to act on it in some way is gonna forget homophobia exists. Forever? Hm naaah just until goes to sleep, but if next day same, same. Maybe enough to realise world doesn't end...

Isnt confoundus illegal?

Not if administered in a way xxxx by xxxx intentions and duration blah

???

Yeah lawyertalk u wouldn't understand

Oh shut up Harvard

Harvard? Yeah-

Already exists?

Founded in xxxx! Bitch. Bet already prestigious

...

Marianne near freak-out

Never allowed herself to think about it

Not since kissed Carla that day

Knows Carla just thinks about it and doesn't act on it, but she needed pretend wasn't a thing

Punches stuff in sportraum

H:??

Explains

So?? Not a problem for T R

Well they're not students!

?? Difference

Changing rooms! Schlafsaal!

So? I mean if makes u feel better guess can just turn around? But like eh. Hey actually... Ur into girls... So u know what looks good...

???

Would u be willing to check me out & tell me..... Bc want to impress some guy... U get to look without having to feel bad & I get info!

Not sure same (wlw mlw attraction)

Eh whatever best I've got. So?

Shrug sure whatever

In underwear when rest comes

???

Look

M shrugs like go for it

H explains happily

Rest also wants opinion

Petra eg afraid doesnt look good because Figur- M says pretty face way more important. Hilda says plus character more important anyway! M kinda almost laughs which makes Hanni laugh out loud.

Mamsell? Or sb comes around corner, Hanni (still in underwear) tries to hide, falls over tangled in skirt.

Who didn't ask M? Carla... What's with her anyway?

///before mamsell//Who's the prettiest?

Flickers to C. C blushes

Aww

Another pair of birdies?

Shut up!

Not since...

Omg so there is a since!

M heftig Yes but never again bc knew couldbt be!

Well now could...

C still won't tell mom- not cause she wouldn't approve but she'd worry about me and can't put her under strain bc health

M course

Just kiss already!

Oy!

Well?

Laugh and then they do bc wtf might as well happen this day already is so goddamn weird

Meanwhile J/B like when are they finally gonna figure it out lol

& Elli slowly realising that maybe those obsessions with Sadie and MrsQ etc were actually crushes xD

Hanni- heteroflexible

Nanni- ace

Jenny- bi/pan

Bobby- genderfluid, pan

Marianne- butch lesbian

Carla- femme lesbian

Elli- bicurious/bi

Doris- nonbinary/transmasc and still figuring out his sexuality

Hilda- lesbian

Carlotta- bi

Petra- straight

Jürgen straight

Peter x Wolfgang

Claudine trans girl

Sadie??

Yeah ok imma not explain but I might post a proper (ish) version on ao3 or my draft blog @thelucyverse some time :)

Tagging whoever sees this and wants to share!

[gwilyoubemine]

Headcanon: Tying Gwil up and bringing out his submissive side.

honestly, i should be sleeping but here i am posting this. i was thinking about ideas for gwil headcanons when i thought huh.... sub!gwil, what a concept. i thought it would be fun to play around with the idea so here it is. also, it's nearly 3am so i'm not sure if my check for mistakes was successful : - )

also why are my headcanons so detailed, i might as well write full fics tbh.

warning: gets quite saucy

this gif kills me, i had to include it.

• it's late on a friday night when you and gwil get back to your apartment. you've spent the evening at a local bar with some of your friends and you're both cold and a bit tipsy from the alcohol

• after you are stripped from your coats and gwil puts them away, he returns to you with a smile tugging at his lips. he starts to unwrap your scarf from around your neck and makes a teasing comment about how cute your pink cheeks are

• "your cheeks are probably redder, you know" you say, nudging him playfully and he just laughs, placing his warm hands on your face to squish your cheeks

• he looks so endearing with his flushed cheeks and the mussed hair from the wind- you can't resist leaning forward to giving him a light peck on the lips. before he gets the chance to chase your lips, you are turning away from him and collapsing face first onto your shared bed

• gwil folds his arms over his chest as he follows suit and approaches the bed, an entertained grin playing at his lips. "i am in need of another one of those kisses.' he says, taking a seat on the bed and settling a hand on your back

• you turn your head towards him as he starts to draw absentmindedly, tracing random shapes across your back. "are you really?"

• "very much so, love" he murmurs, flashing you his signature warm smile.

• "come down here and i'll see what i can do."

• gwilym repositions himself so that he is lying down next to you and proceeds to scoot closer, his face only inches away from yours. he circles his arm around you and pulls you into his chest

• "so where's my kiss, darling?"

• you respond by inching your face closer to his and pressing a light kiss against the corner of his mouth, just to tease him. he huffs in response and pinches your side

• gwil takes it upon himself to kiss you instead, his hand lifting to settle on your cheek. the kiss starts out quite innocent- a few light pecks followed by him lightly biting down on your lower lip. but soon you're lying on top of him with your hands gripping at his shoulders, with lips that are determined to kiss gwil senseless.

• gwilym is just as enthusiastic- perhaps even more so- as he kisses you with one hand curled around the back of your neck and one slipped beneath your top, splayed out against the warm skin of your bare back.

• when gwil rolls you over and slips his leg in between yours, you can't contain the soft sound of approval that falls from your lips. he pushes his thigh up and presses it firmly against your clothed core.

• he catches and muffles the whimper you let out with his lips, barely keeping himself from pinning your arms above your head and taking you right there

• you begin to grind yourself against his leg and this only gets gwil more worked up. "god, you're sexy." he ends up groaning out. "my sweet girl grinding against my thigh."

• your cheeks heat up at his words and the pulsing in between your legs becomes harder to ignore. it would be too easy to lie back and let gwilym show you a good time- to give him the control as per usual

•"gwil-" you say, quite breathlessly, pushing at his chest to get his attention. he meets your eyes with a gaze that is heavy and full of lust. he looks slightly confused as he breathes out a low "what do you want, love?" before starting to press kisses across your jaw. even though he's kissing you slowly, you can almost feel his impatience radiating off him

• "you know...that ugly tie you bought a few weeks back? you ask him, settling your hand against the back of his neck to bring his face up to meet yours.

• his eyebrows furrow in confusion, he clearly doesn't know where you're going with this. "what about it?" he asks, cupping your chin. "and for the record, i still think it's quite nice."

• it's hard to get your words out when gwil's stare is fixed on you, when his thumb is brushing over your bottom lip. "i-i told you to throw it away and you protested so i teased that you could keep it on one condition. do you remember that?"

• gwilym is silent as he thinks back to the conversation. "what was your condition?"

• "i told you that you can keep the tie as long as you let me tie you up with it one day."

• his eyes widen slightly and he takes a moment to let your words sink in. "you want to tie me up right now?" he asks and you can hear the tinge of embarrassment laced in his words.

"i think it would be fun." you whisper and the thought of gwil agreeing to this already has you wet, and itching to grab that awful tie.

• "i don't know, babe-"

• you interrupt him with a chaste kiss, your hands settling at his shoulders to slide down his forearms. "please, baby. i promise you'll like it." you murmur against his lips. his eyes flutter close and you take this time to kiss his lips again.

• gwil eventually climbs off you and tells you that you can get the tie, a sentence that has you up on your feet and scrambling through his closet in seconds

• and soon you're standing at the edge of the bed with gwilym's tie in your hand, excitement racing through you. you're quick to crawl back onto the bed and push him down against the mattress so that you can straddle his hips. his chest rises and falls at a faster pace than usual as he watches you with a heated gaze.

• "i'm going to take your shirt off." you tell him as your fingers move to the buttons of his white shirt. he is biting down on his lip as his eyes follow the movements of your hands.

• you lean down to leave a trail of kisses down his chest and you hear his breath hitch when your lips brush over the sensitive skin below his stomach. it takes you seconds to strip off his shirt and throw it aside. the trousers are off next, leaving gwilym in nothing but his black boxers.

• it's the sight of his hard cock straining against his boxers that has you swallowing thickly. you move your eyes up to meet his, just to see that his eyes are already glued to your face. the look of anticipation painted across his features and the flush dancing across his cheeks quickly send your heart into a frenzy

• "lift your arms." you tell him and you see him hesitate- he was not used to your commanding tone. it wasn't often that he let you take control like this.

• "lift your arms for me, my love." you repeat, crawling over him to press an open mouthed kiss against his collarbone.

• this time he follows your order pretty quickly, lifting his arms above his head as his eyes shift elsewhere in embarrassment. "keep your eyes on me." you tell him as you bring the tie up to his hands.

• it takes a bit of time to tie his hands to the headboard above him but as soon as you're sure about the position, and sure the tie isn't wrapped too tightly around his wrists, you move away from him to stand and examine your work

• gwilym looks so perfect with his hands tied above his head and his rosy cheeks, the sight is practically picture perfect. the muscles in his arms look more prominent than ever and the obscene outline of his thick cock pushing against his boxers is a sight that almost has your mouth watering.

• "god, gwil-" you start, your eyes trailing up and down his form shamelessly. "you look so good."

• he bites down hard on his lip again and stares up at you with heavy lidded eyes. "take off your clothes, please." he says thickly.

• "since you asked so nicely."

• you make a show out of stripping off your clothes and the way gwilym eats up your performance only fuels the strong feelings of lust currently consuming you. the bra and panties you're wearing are gwil's favourite set and it's obvious by the look on his face. he curses quietly to himself as his gaze roams over your body.

• you move back to gwilym, straddling his hips again, and capture his lips. he responds eagerly, a frustrated groan leaving his mouth and you can feel his arms struggling against the restraints.

• gwil wanted nothing more than to put his hands on your face, to run them across your skin. to touch you all over and make you feel good. he wasn't used to not being able to touch you.

• "you want to touch me, don't you?"

• "more than anything."

• "and what would you touch first?" you find yourself asking, your voice tight.

• his hungry eyes move lower to settle on your breasts and you know his answer without a single word having to leave his lips

• "since you've been such a good boy, i'll let you do something else." you drawl, pulling away from him to quickly undo the clasps of your bra. gwil watches you free your breasts with his lips parted, a quiet groan leaving him.

• you settle yourself higher up on his body and lean closer so that your chest is hovering just above his face. "suck on them." you find yourself saying firmly and gwilym doesn't need to be told twice. he lifts his head and latches his lips onto the skin of one of your breasts, humming appreciatively against your skin.

• he sucks harshly and his relentlessness has you curling a hand into his hair. you let out a string of gasps when gwilym starts to suck hard on one of your nipples, the pleasure causing you to throw your head back- a throaty moan leaving your lips.

• "such a good boy." you whine out, pushing your chest closer to his face. he seems to be enjoying your words judging by the muffled sounds of approval leaving his lips. the needy whine that falls from your mouth when his teeth begin to graze over your sensitive nipple has gwilym's arms tensing, the desire to touch you driving him insane at this point.

• you move your chest away from him and reposition yourself so that your hands are hovering over the elastic band of his boxers. "you're such a golden boy, gwil. do you know that? i have to reward you for being so good. you're so good for me." you whisper, dragging down his underwear to let his hard cock spring free. "fuck" he groans out, his eyes fluttering close.

• "you're so hard." you murmur as you pull his boxers down his legs, tossing them aside and leaving him completely naked. "it looks pretty painful."

• "it is." he chokes out, his voice low.

• "do you want me to do something about it?" you ask him as you begin to caress one of his thighs. gwilym tenses up immediately.

• "yes." he breathes, trying his hardest to stay composed. "yes, what?" you respond quickly, leaning down to suck a hickey onto the soft skin of his inner thigh. 

• his flush has spread to his neck and chest now and his gaze is pleading with you, begging you to hurry up and touch him. 'yes, please." he corrects himself, closing his eyes in embarrassment.

• "that's what i like to hear."

• the sounds gwilym makes as you suck him off are beyond sinful. his voice is music to your ears. keeping his hips still against the mattress ends up being a challenge for him so you find yourself pushing them down every so often and slowing your pace whenever he gets too eager. it's not long before gwil is moaning out beneath you, the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat nearly sending him over the edge. "fuck" he practically growls and at this point, his wrists feel sore from how much he's been struggling against his restraints.

• you move your lips away from his cock when his breathing becomes more laboured and his hips begin to stutter. gwilym groans out in response.

• "since you've been behaving so well for me." you say as you move towards the headboard to untie gwilym's hands. in a flash, gwil has you flat on your back with all the air sucked out of you. he kisses you wildly as he kneads one of your breasts with his left hand and rips off your panties with the right, rendering you a moaning mess.

• all you can think about is his hard cock brushing against your folds and his warm breath fanning across your face. he brings his lips to your ear and starts to move his fingers in slow circles over your clit. "i am going to fuck you so hard, sweet girl."

• and boy...does he