#why do i imagine them both singing the song sibling dance

[f3llow-colbaltblu3-d3mon]

Because i get bored and i like drawing these two (no matter how much i suck at drawing bad batter), hfhxxhxhhxhhxhhxxj

[revols-headcanons]

random karasuno headcanons

daichi has never once had a break because of his four siblings, which is why he is so uptight and stressed. volleyball is the only place he can really relax (specifically w the other third years) and even then kageyama, hinata, noya, and tanaka are constantly testing him. he brought this up to ukai and takeda once and they both were like “have you ever went to therapy kid?" before they gave him info for a local therapist.

sugawara knows every kpop dance imaginable and forces his teammates to do them during their breaks. the only people who humor him and dance with him are hinata, noya, and tanaka sometimes. during a team sleepover, he convinced kageyama to do a dance with him, but kageyama is badly coordinated when dancing so it was horrible.

asahi knits when he’s anxious— which is all the time. he’s made a blanket for each teammate with their names on it and his bedroom is just piles of blankets at varying levels of complete. his dog appreciates the nest he can sleep in. he jokes that this is where his parents college fund has gone to. also knitting is what gets him into fashion because he jokingly knitted a bucket hat for noya and immediately wanted to make more— his room ended up having 30 bucket hats all over it and he had to give them away to his classmates and teammates.

kiyoko likes reading intense smutty romance books with a blank face. her expectations for romance are through the roof and she’s unashamed. suga has tried reading it over her shoulder and he’s walked away flustered. she reads a wide variety of books but specifically chooses the horniest and/or creepiest to read in front of the team. yachi’s shocked when she learns that kiyoko’s favorite genre isn’t dark romance and that it’s actually fluffy romance.

nishinoya made a fake tinder account of tsukishima with the worst photos imaginable (like tsukki mid-trip or him giving a disgusted face to kageyama). the bio says something like ‘i’m 6’1 if that matters and i think red heads should be killed.’ noya matches with the most amount of people and also updates with the worst opinions ever. people still get interested in ‘tsukki’ even when the bio has ridiculous takes and standards. noya is pissed that it is doing so well.

tanaka’s strangely good at dancing but horrific at singing. he tried to serenade kiyoko one day but his voice cracked so badly that he stopped mid-song and left the room. kiyoko laughed but patted his back in reassurance afterwards. the team never lets him live it down ever— the wedding speeches he received all mentioned the event somewhere. he has an excellent moonwalk and can occasionally successfully breakdance.

ennoshita writes fanfic (“story scripts”) about the team and changes the names. he gets the team to act as the characters in his films, which raises some questions when he writes a tragic story about ‘kai’ (a sarcastic asshole) being killed by his rivals ‘tora’ (a dumb asshole) and ‘shouto’ (a dumbass). he once posted a fanfic shipping two teammates (with name changes) and it got really popular.

kageyama uses 3-in-1 body wash/shampoo/conditioner. he says it’s because it’s efficient, and he gets no acne or sweat stench— this makes everyone hate him. he only changes when miwa comes back into his life after college and is horrified. he tells this story as a little joke whenever he wants people to be shocked and/or disgusted at him, even when he’s a pro.

hinata can cook but only because he has a sister and an overworked single mother. he cooks for himself and natsu often, but it’s really simple and uncreative meals because he would rather practice volleyball than work on making interesting dishes. after the time skip, his cooking skills have vastly improved and every meal he makes is some form of brazillian-japanese blend.

tsukishima had a major my little pony phase and is deeply secretive of it. he listens to the soundtrack often and has a drawer full of little collectibles. yamaguchi is the only one who knows about it, and tsukki compares himself to twilight and yamaguchi to fluttershy. he once almost said ‘everypony’ but yamaguchi screamed to cut him off. it went like: ‘stfu everyp-‘ ‘PISS’ ‘…what?’ ‘WE GOTTA PISS. both of us. right now.’

yamaguchi had a musical theater phase and forced tsukishima to sing along with him. he forced tsukki to dress up as michael to his jeremy one halloween. yamaguchi can only workout or study to musicals, which is deeply unfortunate. his favorite songs were helpless from hamilton and michael in the bathroom from be more chill. he tried to audition for school musicals multiple times but would end up having panic attacks and leaving before his audition.

yachi’s notes are the aesthetically color coordinated ones, even though her teachers talk rapidly fast. she’s always humble about it but she spends hours on them. she never has to study because she spends so much time rewriting them that the notes just stick in her brain. she’s had to recently laminate her completed notes because hinata once’s spilled broth onto her notes, which made her cry.

[miladybianca]

Sonder

(My Autobiography)

Sonder means that each random passerby is the main character of their own story, living a life just as vivid and complex as our own. We have our own stories, different experiences, and lessons to learn. Let me tell you my story. Hi, I am Alexandra Bianca Comandante Alcuetas. My grandparents from my father's side gave that name to me –Bianca, which means white or beauty. Only my family and relatives call me Bianca, then my friends and classmates call me Alex or Alexa. I'm currently 17 years of age, turning 18 this October 12. Time is so fast, isn't it? To start off, I will introduce my family. We are matrilocal; we are currently living with my mother's parents. Yes, we are an extended family. I live together with my mother's sister and her cousins. I have 2 siblings, they are both boys, and I am the oldest. Just imagine being the eldest and being the "unica hija" at the same time; well, that's a lot of expectations and responsibility. Going back, I studied my elementary years at Dasmariñas II Central School and completed my Junior High School at Philippine Christian University - Dasmariñas. I am finishing my Senior High School at Emilio Aguinaldo College - Cavite and planning to take college at De La Salle University - Dasmariñas.

If I wrote my story, one page would not be enough. Although a lot had happened in my life before, I viewed my life as boring, and I felt like something was missing, that feeling that life was the same every day. There's this feeling that I can't explain. I made myself active before, thinking I could find the answers I was looking for. I joined dance competitions and street dances like the Paru-Paro festival, became a choreographer in Junior High, joined cheer dancing in grade 7, and joined pageants and school activities. I was active in school activities as a member before. Then, I entered the life of being a student leader, still active, thinking it was easy but it wasn't. I experimented with things; I tried doing many things, thinking I would know myself more. Aside from that, I tried some things I never tried before. I tried creating a youtube channel – yes, I tried vlogging, and now I have 472 subscribers. I tried doing travel vlogs, cooking vlogs, make-up and DIY vlogs, challenges, and song covers and discovered that I have a talent for singing. So I joined Friends of St. La Salle Choir, now part of the music ministry in the DLSUD chapel, and it's been 3 years. I made myself busy, thinking I could search for the answers I was looking for. But in searching, I lost myself and did not value the things I already had.

Now I believe that it is true that you have to experience things for you to learn from them for you to find the answers to the what-ifs and questions running through your head. 2 years ago, my grandfather died. He died from COVID-19. I think it was the lowest part of my life, and it was very traumatic. There are a lot of whys running through my head. It's like I had fallen and didn't know how to stand again. At first, it is hard to accept and to start again. But as time passed, my family made me realize the true meaning of life. They made me feel the love that I had been longing for my whole life. I realized that everything happens for a reason and that nothing is permanent; everything we have now is not ours but God's. I realized that the love I am searching for is already given to me; I just don't see it. I searched for the answers that have been with me my entire life.

Now, what is more important, is that I learned my lessons and value and appreciate more the things and people in my life now. Ending this essay with a message for everyone that people come and go. "Change is the only constant in life." Nothing is permanent. Everything that is happening to us now has a reason, and it is we who decide whether to stay down or move forward and learn from it. It is we who decide our future.

[tuxedokit]

Dion song associations - lightning round

"Line Without a Hook" By Ricky Montgomery; water themings and longing vibes made me just kinda latch this song onto Dion for no real reason. it vibes.

"The Kids Aren't Alright" by Fallout Boy; this one vibes so hard actually. I don't have an infodump as to why it's connected I just think the refrain fits Dion pretty well.

"Semi-Automatic" by 21 Pilots. "The family will be better off when YOU'RE out!" Dion you mean little bitch. You mean little asshole I am going to crumple you like a piece of paper. Oughhhh

"Painkiller" by Ruel. idk man something about the vibes. The slow dance feeling of this song. The "Heartbreaks, headaches / the doctor says I'm diagnosed with / shit days, mistakes / but I'll be fine." Do you get my vision do you feel the vibes.

"Wrecking Ball" by Mother Mother. Just. Dion making these awful little mistakes that hurt his loved ones because she's an emotionally repressed teenager with Issues. Feeling remorse over how she's not as good an older sibling as she wants to be. hhhhhhh

"Trampoline" by The Front Bottoms. Dion & Frazie reconnecting after the events of the games vibes, after the psychophobia and secrets and adolescent stresses pushed them apart.

"I Like Me Better" by Lauv. Kind of a joke one but like. Dion/Gisu Dion/Gisu Dion/Gisu Dion/Gisu Dion/Gisu. I am a sappy little romantic at heart and I very much love the idea of these two being able to be happy together.

"Forest" by 21 Pilots. Something about these lyrics just,,,, I might have to do a full infodump on the vibes I get and the animatic I imagine but stuff like "I don't want to be heard / I want to be listened to" and "I took some food for thought / it might be poisoned / the stomach in my brain / throws up onto the page" and like. The whole bridge but especially "Something happened to my imagination / this situation's becoming dire / my treehouse is on fire / and for some reason I smell gas on my hands" and Dion growing up too fast because of her parentification. I just. I just. oughhh

"I/Me/Myself" by Will Wood; GENDERFLUID DION GENDERFLUID DION GENDERFLUID DION

"Glowing Eyes" by 21 Pilots; this is a vibes one but like. Dion having to work through their issues.

"prom queen" by beach bunny. You can't tell me this song doesn't vibe with Dion Aquato I will not hear it. I'm too busy having fun with the knowledge that this song vibes with Dion Aquato and he would unironically listen to this.

"Way Less Sad" by AJR. Yeah it's really easy to make AJR songs vibe but like. This one definitely vibes with Dion. She's getting better but it's slow. It's not an easy process.

"Prom Dress" by Mxmtoon. Do you see my vision. Do you see it. "I keep collections / of masks upon my wall / to keep myself from / revealing it all / upsetting others is the last thing I would do / I keep to myself though I want to break through" and "I'm sitting here / crying in my prom dress / I'd be the prom queen / if crying was a contest / makeup is running down / feelings are all around / how did I get here / I need to know" DO YOU SEE MY VISION. DO YOU SEE THE VIBES

"Angels & Demons" by Marina. Another vibes one but trust me it fits I swear. "Try to change / but I can't get a grip / wondering if I was born like this" and just. the entire fuckign song are you getting these vibes

"World's Smallest Violin" by AJR. I think about that ending bit so much. I think about it and my Dion brain ideas so much. And like. Yeah Dion's got issues but so does the whole family!! So Dion feeling like his issues are small and unimportant in comparison to everyone else's but still needing to vent. mm

"MANiCURE" by Lady Gaga. Again this is both vibes and "Dion would listen to this and enjoy it. Dion would sing this to themself under their breath while working" and I am RIGHT.

And then I have one more but I think I'm gonna give that one it's own ask because i have A Lot More to say about it than I initially thought

-💜

OK IVE LISTENED TO MOST OF THESE AND YES I LOVE YOU THEM

Line Without A Hook - separate ask

The Kids Aren't Alright - i loved fob in high school i cant communicate it very well right now but youre right. youre very right. "former heroes who quit too late / and just wanna fill up the trophy case again" dion wanting to be that good older sibling but after everything is it worth it to even try, can she undo all the damage? "empty your sadness / like youre dumping your purse on my bedroom floor" who cares if its worth it thats her baby brother shes gonna try

Semi-Automatic - "im never what i like / im double sided / and i just cant hide / i kinda like it / when i make you cry / cause im twisted up" dion wanting to be a good sibling but she just. keeps. doing the opposite. the satisfaction when her words cut deep and she can tell vs the immediate regret once she realizes what shes said, what shes done.

Painkiller - it doesnt vibe w my dion as much, but its definitely dion being in love with someone. and the chorus, absolutely, yes, correct

Wrecking Ball - idk how much i can add. throwing these punches, these hurtful words, not because she means it or means to hurt, but ... well, she doesnt even know why? all he knows is the words have been said and they cant be taken back and now raz has run away and frazie looks at them with distant sadnes and then raz is back and she still finds herself spitting venom instead of apologies and even dad is shaking his head in disappointment now and she wants to have an excuse, an explanation, a reason for throwing all this hurt but she doesnt

Trampoline - dion & frazie reconnection song what if i cry youre so right im slamming my head into the wall metaphorically. one lyric for you "sometimes i try to fake it / but you know me better" they used to be so close and frazie being the only one dion would allow to see any of those insecurities and then they drift and theyve been distant for years but she still knows her sister and despite all the pain she still loves him because dion is trying now and even before theyre family and that love was why it hurt so much (if i get a separate ask ill get more into my analysis)

I Like Me Better - didnt listen to it yet!!!

Forest - not on spotify so i couldnt get a proper vibe check, but i wholeheartedly believe u

I/Me/Myself - YOU GET IT YOU GET IT I LOVE THIS SONG IVE LOVED IT FOR A YEAR AT LEAST ITS SO YES YES YES YOUR MIND

Glowing Eyes - didnt listen

Prom Queen - absolutely dion unironically vibes to this also the insecurity resonating with him is giving me feelings also also "teach me how to be okay / i dont wanna downplay my emotions" vs dion suppressing all her emotions all the time.

Way Less Sad - "i dont wanna hurt no more / so i set my bar real low" "its stupid but its all i have" tearing myself apart

Prom Dress - I SEE THE VISION. I SEE IT. ALSO MY CHEST HURTS. /POS "i tend to handle usually things by myself / and i cant ever seem to try and ask for help" DO YOU SEE IT.

Angels & Demons - same as forest

World's Smallest Violin - rhis one sent me into a stimming frenzy cause it fit so well and also songs that end by going a bit slow and speeding up and amping up right at the end always make me insane. anywya yeah. dion not feeling like shes allowed to take up space in her pain and grief cause everyone elses is so much worse

MANiCURE - YOU ARE RIGHT this is entirely i can see dion singing along into a hairbrush in my minds eye

[gridgirldrabbles]

The Karaoke Bar

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Y/N

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: none

Request: okay I had a dream and I desperately need it to be turned into a piece of writing  imagine karaoke with the boys but make it spicy! so what if you and max had a little thing but he was too cocky to make a move (bc he’s max effing verstappen, why would he) so while you’re on stage someone says you must do “smooth operator” and then you ask pierre or charles, even daniel, just someone who might grind max’s gears, to come sing with you. this is where it gets  because the person you pick knows about you and max and then they ask “is this all to make max jealous” and you go “hell yes” and basically you sing the song and dance all close and lowkey intimate bc let’s be honest, smooth operator is a v sexy song. and whoever is singing with you whispers in your ear that it’s working but it looks like you’re flirting and just at the end of the night max finally makes his move bc he couldn’t stand seeing you up there with someone else. sorry this is so long, I absolutely did not want to wake up.

You were a well-known face around the paddock, and you had been for a long time. Charles was your best friend in the entire world, the two of you were basically siblings at this point and it meant you were at a lot of the races throughout the season. Because you were constantly with Charles you became friends with other drivers on the grid by default, particularly Pierre, Carlos, and Daniel, all of whom adored you and had a very protective stance over you.

But there was one driver in particular who had caught your eye very early on. Max Verstappen. At the beginning it wasn’t an issue, him and Charles weren’t particularly close so you could just admire him from afar. No harm in looking right? But as Charles progressed in his career and made his way into the title fight it became harder to control. The two of the had to spend a lot of time together, being two of the top drivers on the grid. Shared podiums, shared interviews, it all meant you were seeing Max more than you had to in the past.

Your eyes had obviously betrayed you enough to the point where Max had noticed your interest in him, eyes often meeting yours as you stood behind cameras, giving you a smirk that had a blush falling across your cheeks. Max couldn’t deny that you were attractive, and if you were in the grid with virtually anyone else he would’ve already worked his charm on you. But you weren’t. You were here with Charles.

It turns out that that didn’t matter. Because you were a frequent attendee of races, it also meant you had to show your face at most of the after parties, especially the ones where your best friend ended up on the podium. The fact that the boys on the grid were so close meant they often spent these nights out together, egging each other on to do more shots or ask out the girl who had been giving them eyes all evening.

That’s how you ended in Max’s bed the first time. You were both significantly tipsy when you sparked up a conversation while waiting for drinks at the bar and it turned out that you guys got on well. You should’ve known, when Max wasn’t battling Charles for P1 they got on relatively well, and the pair of you were like two peas in a pod. The alcohol coursing through your system made you throw caution to the wind, dragging the world champion to the dance floor despite his protests. While the dancing had started innocent, it took a rapid turn which ended up with you grinding against the Dutchman, his hands on your hips and his lips on your neck.

That was three months ago now and you’d quickly slipped into a friends with benefits routine with him. It seemed like every race weekend you would end up back in his bed, but you wouldn’t leave until late the next morning. If you were being honest with yourself, the morning after was always your favourite, the two of you would cuddle in bed and chat shit for hours on end, making each other laugh endlessly. You couldn’t deny that you’d caught feelings for the driver, and you’d been hoping he felt the same, not that he’d showed any signs of that yet.

It didn’t take long for Charles to find out about your new found romance, you usually spent every minute of the race weekend by his side, and you were suddenly making excuses to be gone for hours at a time. He had originally thought you’d started sleeping with Pierre, but you shut that idea down quickly, seeing him more as an older brother than anything. You were terrible at keeping secrets from Charles so you decided that telling him would be the best course of action. He was shocked to say the least when you told him who you’d been seeing, but you swore him to secrecy as he was the only one who knew.

You told Charles all about your feelings for him and he offered the best advice he could, but he could tell that you actually cared about Max by the way you spoke about him. ‘Do you actually like him?’ he had asked, wanting to make sure you hadn’t got caught up in the heat of the moment with his rival. ‘I really do, and I’m sorry that it’s him and not someone else.’ You couldn��t deny that you felt bad about sleeping with the man who could steal the world title away from your best friend, but Charles brushed it off and said it was okay as long as you were happy. ‘But if he hurts you I won’t hesitate to take him out.’ You laughed at his protectiveness over you, giving him a tight hug to thank him for understanding.

The same weekend you’d told Charles about your situation with Max, he’d managed to work his way out of the rut the team had worked him into and get himself back on the podium, top step no less. It was the end of the triple header, so the entire grid was quite exhausted, settling on going to a karaoke bar rather than a full-on evening of clubbing. It started off very PG, Lando and Carlos singing ‘Call Me Maybe’ and having everyone in fits of laughter.

The drinks soon got flowing and the songs soon got more inappropriate. The singing and dancing declined rapidly, and the boys got rowdier, shouting at each other as they were on stage. Max had yet to move from his seat, instead choosing to sit back and watch the chaos unfold before him. He could barely take his eyes off you. You were sat at a table with Charles and Pierre, head thrown back in laughter at something one of them had said. He couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous over the fact you were sat with them and not with him.

The more alcohol that he consumed, the more frustrated Max could feel himself getting. Did you even have feelings for him? He was almost positive you did, staying in his room for hours after the two of you woke up from a heavy night, kissing him sober when you left. He didn’t have time to dwell on his thoughts as he saw Charles dragging you up on to the stage.

‘This song is dedicated to Carlos,’ Charles spoke into the microphone before the opening chords of ‘Smooth Operator’ rang throughout the bar. The both of you were laughing as you started singing along, and out the corner of your eye you could see Max leaning back in his chair, arms crossed across his chest and a less than pleased look on his face. You turned back to Charles, giving him the look that could only mean you wanted him to go along with whatever plan you had.

You arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as the lyrics turned more suggestive, the rest of the boys hollering and whistling at your actions. Except one. Max could feel his face heating up at your actions, and not in a good way. Had you been leading him on this whole time? Were you actually with Charles? Before the two of you had started getting together he had thought there was something going on between the pair of you, but you assured him there wasn’t.

As he dragged himself out of his thoughts he was met with an even worse sight. Your back was pressed to Charles’ chest, his hands on your hips, just as you had been with Max the night you started hooking up. ‘He looks jealous,’ Charles whispered into your ear, having caught onto your plan quickly despite the amount of alcohol running through his body. You turned your body around, keeping as close to him as possible, ‘Good.’ You were hoping that this would make Max realise any feelings he had for you, and maybe even push him to make a more serious move. You knew you were playing a dangerous game, but you thought the risk would be worth the reward.

As the song came to an end the boys all stood and cheered, as if you and Charles had just put on a mind-blowing performance. The two of you couldn’t stop laughing as you got off the stage, and you decided you needed a drink after whatever that was. Just as the bartender had walked away from you, two hands slotted themselves against either side of you, trapping you against the bar. You’d recognise those hands anywhere; you’d gotten to know them well enough over the past few weeks.

You spun so you were face to face, close enough that you could feel his breath fanning across your cheeks. ‘That was a good little show.’ You could hear the sarcasm laced in his voice and it took all of your self-control to not roll your eyes at his words. ‘Thanks.’ You didn’t particularly want to argue with him, so there was no point in aggravating the situation further.

‘Were you trying to make me jealous?’ His words made you freeze. So he had noticed. ‘What if I was?’

‘Well it worked.’

Your heart was thundering in your chest at this point, your eyes searching Max’s face to see if he was giving you any indication about what he was going to say next. His hands dropped from the bar onto your waist, rubbing comforting circles onto your hip bones. He wasn’t annoyed, he had no right to be annoyed with you. You were technically single and you two hadn’t spoken about not seeing other people.

‘I don’t want to have to share you.’ His words came out so quietly that you almost didn’t hear them. ‘But I also don’t want to lose you.’

‘You don’t have to share me, Max.’ Your hands made their way to the sides of his face and he subconsciously leaned into your touch. It was as if the both of you had forgotten that any of your friends could look over at any minute and see what you were doing. ‘I’m all yours if you just say the words.’

You couldn’t believe that you were being so open with him after hiding your feelings for months. ‘I want you to be mine. Officially. I want to take you on dates. I want to hold your hand in public. I want you in the paddock with me and not Leclerc.’ You giggled at his last statement.

‘He’s still my best friend so I do still have to support him.’

Max buried his head into the crook of your neck at your words, huffing as you laughed at his childishness. ‘But I do want you to be mine, seriously.’

He pulled back to look into your eyes, the ones he had fallen for so deeply. ‘I’ve been yours from that first night in the club, all you had to do was ask.’

[astroddon]

WE DONT TALK ABOUT PEPA

OKAY, I really love your AU, and I couldn’t stop thinking about the way the song We Don’t Talk About Bruno would change to match this universe. And I wrote something, I hope you don’t mind the contribution <3

So, in this AU Julieta is the sibling who controls the weather, Bruno heals, and Pepa sees the future. Our protagonist, Camilo, just found alongside Dolores their mother’s vision, and they are in the nursery discussing it.

Dolores: *to Camilo* Why are you in Pepa’s vision?

Both are scared by a loud thunder, Julieta standing under the doors frame.

Julieta: Sorry, sorry, I’m just helping Bruno with last of Toñito’s things and then I heard… *whispering* The name we do not speak. *the cloud over her head lightens* Great, now I’m thundering.

She lets out a loud sigh, mumbering to herself stuff like calm yourself down Julieta, you’re wetting Toñito’s things, clear skies clear skies, while kneeling next to the bed.

Dolores: Tía Julieta… If Pe- *another thunder* If she, had a vision about someone… what would it mean?

Julieta: We don’t talk about Pepa.

Camilo: We know! It’s just… hypothetically?

Julieta: Kids, please, we have to get ready for the Guzman’s.

Dolores: I’m just saying, if it was generally positive.. or less positive…

Agustín: *entering the room dramatically* It was a nightmare!

Julieta: Agustín!! *partly annoyed, partly worried for the kids reaction*

Agustín: They need to know amor, they need to know *towards the kids* She would see something terrible and then! It would happen.

Julieta: We don’t talk about Pepa!

Camilo: We just-

Agustín: *shaking Camilo’s shoulders* If she had a vision, then it was coming for you!

Julieta: We don’t talk about Pepa. No no no. We don’t talk about Pepa…

Agustín: But!

The four of them are now in Julieta’s memory, dancing in the town’s main square.

Julieta: It was my wedding day

Agustín: It was our wedding day

Julieta: We were getting ready and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky

Agustín: No clouds allowed in the sky

Julieta: Pepa walks in with a unsettling grin!

Agustín: THUNDER!

Julieta: You’re telling the story or am I?

Agustín: I’m sorry mi cielo, go on..

Julieta: Pepa says, it looks like rain

Agustín: Why did she tells us?

Julieta: In doing so she flogs my brain

Agustín: Félix gets the umbrellas…

Julieta: Married in a hurricane!

Agustín: What a joyous day but anyway

Both: We don’t talk about Pepa no no no, we don’t talk about Pepa…

Dolores and Camilo are still in the town square. Dolores grabs Camilo to a more quiet, dessert alley. Her verse doesn’t change too much, only the pronouns, and some very subtle whispers from the townspeople are added. Camilo is impressed by the fact that his sister is finally strong enough to tell him about their mother.

The seven foot frame took me a long time trying to figure out who could sing it, and then it came clear as water that the iconic verse should belong to the townspeople. Them who always demonized Pepa’s gift.

The “Seven foot frame, rats along her back…” is vocalized by a lot of people, giving it an eerie-angel-chorus type of vibe. They cannot shapeshift like Camilo in the movie, so the image of a very scary Pepa comes from the young kids imagination. Seeing her as the babayaga of Encanto, parents always threaten their kids saying that if they behave wrong Pepa will predict a bad future for them. “Yeah she sees your dreams…” Pepa with glowy yellow eyes scaring the kids. “And feasts on your screams!” Camilo and Dolores find themselves again at the town square (“heeey”), falling on top of a pile of sand. The townspeople gathering around them.

Everyone: We don’t talk about Pepa no no no, we don’t talk about Pepa!

Villager 1: She told me my fish would die, the next day… dead! *fish dies* 💀

Everyone: Oh no!

Villager 2: She told me I’ll lose a bet, and just like she said! *shows his empty pockets*

Villager 3: *fixing her clothes* She said my dresses won’t longer fit, now look at this mess!

Everyone: Oh no! *Now back at Casita* Your faith is sealed when your prophecy is read!

Next is Isabela’s part. Maybe it could belong to Félix. It’s a very slow paced part, so I can imagine him alone, singing to himself about his long missing wife, longing for her return one day. Or Isabela’s verse can stay. It still works.

We’re back with Dolores and Camilo. She goes upstairs, and Camilo approaches Bruno in the kitchen. We can see them talking but we can’t hear them.

Abuela: *to Dolores* Oye, Mariano’s on his way.

Dolores: I heard her say, that the man of my dreams would be just out of reach, betrothed to another… It’s like I hear her know…

Isabela: *to Luisa and Mirabel, very anxious* Listen to me - I want not a sound out of you…

Dolores: I can hear her now!

Now it’s turn for Bruno’s side of the family, he’s busy finishing the meal for the Guzman’s in the kitchen. Camilo begs his tío to tell him more about Pepa.

Bruno: *sadness fills his voice* Yeah um Pepa… My sister Pepa… *suddenly his expression changes to a troubled one, to Camilo* You really shouldn’t ask about Pepa. Drop this soon or Abuela will hear you!

Bruno goes back to his activities. Antonio is looks outside from the window.

Antonio: Isabela! They’re almost here.

Everyone: Time for dinner!

Dolores and Camilo leave the scene unnoticed. All of the verses combine. The seventh foot frame one is the loudest, making it clear that is the main pre-chorus. Pepa’s children are in the nursery, piecing together the prophecy.

Isabela, Félix and Dolores: …And I’m fine, and I’m fine, and I’m fine, I’m fine…

Everyone: They’re here! (Abuela, Mariano, and Pepa living in the walls).

Don’t talk about Pepa, no no no…

Why did we talk about Pepa?

Not a word about Pepa!

We never should’ve brought up our mother!

*thunder* then *knocks*

Félix: Camilooo, you ready for- !

Aaaand, scene.

I really really hope you like it. I’m so excited for part three! Please keep going <3

OH MY WOULD YOU MARRY ME????? HOigduhoiaj

This is fantastic, I'm so happy this AU inspired you to do this-✨this masterpiece.

OKOK the idea of the nursery rhyme is gorgeous, like Pepa is some kind of boogey man for the Encanto, I can clearly imagine the part of the angelical chorus for the "7 foot frame" verse, and is fricking cool.

I love how you changed some things but they still rhyme, like the bet, or the dresses. I'm for Félix's solo in Isabela's part 🤝. It would be so moving and would express that not everyone hates her, in fact, he still loves her, but it's prohibited to talk about the love of his life, who he tries to forget.

Damn, the end scene, you killed it, the chorus of the nursery rhyme is my favourite thing. You can imagine how kids have creepy handmade toys of Pepa, and the high voices at unison with the other verses at the same time njoduodhjio I'm crying.

I you ever want to share something about this AU or any other thing I post, please do it!! I've fallen for "We don't talk about Pepa" Re-written by @eeelectricsoul .

Stay safe, and talk a lot about Pepa 🧃

[lightaflme]

— ✦ jiwoo’s relationship with txt

yeonjun ✿ yeonwoo

siblings

jiwoo calls yeonjun a grandpa/old man every other day

“imagine being born in the 90s” “you have three seconds to run”

they bicker A LOT

but other than that they are always supporting each other and hyping each other up!

“CHOI YEONJUN PLEASE WINK FOR ME!!!”

jiwoo getting shy when yeonjun starts screaming for him and being like “please do a flying kiss for me, bae jiwoo!!!!”

they may seem like they hate each other and can’t stand being by each other (jokingly), but at the end of the day they love each other very much!

soobin ✿ woobin

platonic soulmates

00z of txt!

they do everything with each other. going out, taking pictures, random dance play, vlives, the list keeps going

my day gets better when i see a vlive notif that says “🐰 dance time! 🦦” how about you

txt’s resident multistans

also very good friends even before txt. jiwoo is actually soobin’s first fan 🤔

“i have been in the soobin fanclub, get in LINE”

during hybe caterers, they went viral for dancing to asap/other gg songs together and making everyone their fan, especially seventeen (dino and jiwoo meet: spiderman meme)

woobin is a very popular pairing within moas!

beomgyu ✿ beomwoo, woogyu

troublemakers, one doing something stupid, one trying to handle the other

at first, jiwoo would just try to calm down beomgyu and stop him if he does anything stupid

but then beomgyu got him and now they cause trouble together rip yeonjun

annoying yeonjun together because why not

“yeonjun you are literally ancient” “booooo 👎” “you guys are so annoying 😔”

literally their moments together contain them being stupid

but overall they are very nice friends to have, they are so caring :((

like they can have fun when it’s time but they also know when to care for u and </33

taehyun ✿ jihyun

best friends

at first they could not get along for some reason??

but now they are moas’ favorite besties #jihyunforthewin!!

they know literally everything about each other. and when i say everything i mean. everything

one moment they are hugging and saying “i love you” to each other and then you blink and they are fist fighting

“taehyunnie ~~ i love y-“ *slapped*

jiwoo is always so impressed with how talented taehyun is

*taehyun is singing* “i am actually going to kiss him backstage!!!!1!1!1!” “jiwoo you are on camera” “oh come on i do not care!!! i need the world to know i love taehyunnie!!!”

oh yeah jiwoo calls him “taehyunnie” a lot

terry kang and elijah bae 🫰

hueningkai ✿ wookai

best friends

they love each other very much!!

calling each other pet names as a joke but now they don’t think it’s a joke anymore 🫣

“babe, do you want to go out with me tomorrow?” “of course, honey” “what 🧍‍♂️”

molang lovers!!

literally half of the molang plushies hyuka has are from jiwoo. sometimes jiwoo even gets matching ones for the both of them

BABIES </3

fake maknae and real maknae

hueningkai also babies jiwoo?? even though it should be the other way around??

actually it goes both ways

“our woowoo~ you are so cute!!” “WHAT 😗”

masterlist

[kikilefangirl]

New Beginnings For Late Bloomers

Bucky Barnes x Reader

(Word Count: 2.4k)

You answered the Wakandan prince and princess’ call almost immediately. You quietly and swiftly made your way from your room, taking the familiar route south to the lab.

King T’Chaka’s death was so recent that his presence was still very much felt around the palace. Everyone, of all ranks, collectively mourning the loss. As you passed through the halls, you thought of his children—you couldn’t imagine losing your father, especially in such a jarring way. You bristled before turning the corner, bracing yourself for whatever was on the other side.

A pale skinned, dark haired man appeared to be sleeping in a large tube. Beside it, Prince T’Challa and Princess Shuri were in deep conversation with another white man, this one blonde. He stood opposite them and face to face with you.

You weren’t one for rudeness, but you had never seen a white man in person before, and it was strange. You found yourself switching back and forth between the and his sleeping friend. The first and second white men you had seen up close. They both had white skin tinged with pink, and their hair really was bone straight. The blonde gave you a warm smile, maintaining a slight recline and dropped shoulders.

You weren’t very good at interrupting or with strangers; your shyness was a terrible hindrance, and it was a wonder you even had friends in the royal family. The stranger’s reaction saved you the trouble, causing both siblings to do the same. Immediately, your eyes drifted the man in the tube, lightly pressing your fingers on the glass.

T’Challa cleared his throat and gestured at the blonde, “Y/N, this is Captain Rogers.”

You nodded at him and followed his downward gaze––to the other white man. Because you were closer, you could see his breath fog up the glass in front of his nose.

“We need you to watch over Sergeant Barnes while he is within our borders,” Shuri said. Though he looked relatively peaceful, what this Sergeant Barnes was like when he was awake must be hard.

“Your daily tasks will be to tend to him.” T'Challa explained.

Your gaze softened when you glanced at Captain Rogers. His concern was plain to see, enough to make you muster up whatever courage you had to speak.

“I will do as I am asked. Sergeant Barnes will be well cared for during his time here.” You replied. You gave him a small smile.

The man nodded at your reassurance, and you excused yourself. You had a lot of work ahead of you.

…

The sound of giggling and shuffling feet took you out of your reverie.

You were greeted to the sight of children laughing and chasing each other on the river bank. You smiled at their antics, but had to shoo them away. They were playing outside of Sergeant Barnes’—erm, Bucky’s hut while he was sleeping. You noticed how little the man allowed his body to rest, and you did your best to prolong it.

You knew the kids had broken his sleep, so you entered his hut, anyway. As you expected, the man was on his back looking at you with heavy lidded eyes.

“Please, try and go back to sleep,” you whispered, averting your gaze.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him tilt his head back on his bed. You took the opportunity to light an incense on the outer edge of the hut while you went about your daily tasks. It was the one that usually lulled him back to sleep, but Bucky was wide awake.

You occupied yourself with menial work in an effort to ignore his eyes on you. You were taking out an old blanket but when you touched the other side, you felt a thick, runny liquid. The harsh smell of iron hit your nostrils almost immediately.

Blood.

“I had another one after you left.” A raspy voice called from behind you.

You quickly wrapped the blanket in your arms, doing your best to hide the sight. Bucky was sitting up; he may have been looking at you, but his eyes were much farther away. The color wasn’t familiar to you, but the distant sadness in them was. You could see fresh scratches poking out from his tunic and the slight grimace on his face.

Gently, you set the blanket back down and grabbed the tin of shea butter from your supply bag. You unscrewed the cap and scooped the product out. You made your way to his bed, sitting on your knees beside him.

You pulled the cloth down to reveal the familiar nub where his arm used to be.

“Your head therapy with Dr. Amari has been switched to Tuesdays and Thursdays, for now. Shuri needs time to grieve the king and the mind must come before the body, in your case. ” You said softly, applying the shea butter evenly and without fanfare.

Bucky was leaning away from you, but he nodded nonetheless. You never had to yell or shout to get his attention––he always heard you, no matter how quiet you were.

When you were done, Bucky offered you a tired smile, but you couldn’t return it. You felt your face get hot and averted your gaze. It was different when you had nothing more to do, and he was just staring at you.

“I will get you new bedding and clothing when I return.”

You darted out of the hut as fast as you could, only stopping to let out the breath you had been holding.

…

“I don’t know if your treatment is working, Shuri.”

The princess was busy working on a new project. With heavy protective goggles on, and a wicked grin, there was no telling what she was up to. Carefully, Shuri shut the lid on it, and spun towards you.

You held up the bloody fabric, and Shuri frowned.

“Ah, Y/N, Sergeant Barnes’ brain will take more work than his body.” She said, scanning the blanket.

“He claws at himself while he sleeps.” You replied. The memories of his episodes were so clear in your mind. For a man who was fairly quiet and calm, in those moments he was mechanical and unflinchingly cruel. It was the first time a cold feeling settled in the pit of your stomach and it was truly awful.

Shuri was periodically glancing up at you as she read Bucky’s file. The farther she read, the more the princess looked puzzled. She clicked her tongue, then suddenly clapped loudly. The sound made you jump.

“Shuri!” You hissed. The girl was bouncing on the balls of her feet, animatedly. An especially devious smirk made its way onto her face.

“He is from New York City, ah! The city where dreams are made of!” She sang. Her off key version made you cringe at first, but a smile soon replaced it.

The Wakandan princess’s bubbly mood was the thing you enjoyed most about her. She was always so excited to explore and plot anything she wanted; it was refreshing to see.

“Take Sergeant Barnes to the market! It is a city environment to remind him of home.” Shuri exclaimed wildly.

Your eyes widened in horror at her suggestion. Shuri lit up, her ideas kept coming.

“He needs you to go with him. It can be a date!” You nearly choked.

“Princess Shuri!” You cried out. It was actually more of a high pitched squeak.

You gazed down at the blanket. It’s rich brown color was tinged with a darker one. The sickly smell of blood—Bucky’s blood—still invaded your senses. Your job was to care for him while he was in your country’s custody.

You sighed and agreed.

…

Bucky knew something was wrong the second you found the blanket.

The slight downturn of your chin as the realization dawned on you—he should’ve buried it when he had the chance.

The scratches were deep this time, but Bucky healed fast. It had been just over eleven hours since they happened. He had since changed into new clothes, so as to spare you from seeing the gashes, but he didn’t have the tools to get rid of the blood on hand.

Bucky heard your approaching steps, and went out to greet you. It was the height of the late afternoon heat; the dark haired man could see you approach through the vapors.

He knew it had been a long time since he’d been around a woman as Bucky, not the Winter Soldier. That was the exact reason why he wasn’t used to how you looked then. Your deep brown skin glowed as you came closer. A gold armband sat on your upper left arm, shining in the sunlight. You had on a green two-piece, decorated in bright Wakandan prints.

Bucky missed his phantom limb during times like this. It meant he was still capable of being the smooth, confident guy from Brooklyn and not the mess he truly was. He shifted his weight, bracing himself for your arrival.

…

“Would you like to come with me to the market?” You asked.

You wouldn’t look up at him for more than a second, but you did sit near him during the escort over. On his left side, too.

Once you two made it to the market entrance, it was in full swing. Hundreds of people were mingling through the stalls. A woman was haggling a tailor for a shoddy job he’d done. The smell of spices and roots hung in the air.

You snuck a glance at Bucky, giggling at the curious stares he received. And what a strange sight he was—a very white man in Wakanda. It was unheard of.

“I was told you were from New York City. Manhattan?” You said.

Bucky turned to you, mildly offended.

“Brooklyn, doll. Real different.” He said. You watched him inhale, taking in the bustling vendors and patrons.

You put a slight pressure on his shoulder, leading him to a street show. The performance was fun and free as the drummers played their sing song rhythms. Even you felt the urge to sway your hips to the beat.

A crowd had gathered, stomping and clapping as they went along, growing more boisterous as the dancers went on. Lost in the moment, you failed to notice Bucky’s balled fists and his blank stare. The only reason you did, was because in the middle of your small dance, you bumped into a hard body. The way you bounced off of him jostled you back to reality.

You got him some water, pouring it on your hand and then on his forehead. The cold shock worked, but with it came those scared, disoriented eyes. Ordinarily, you wouldn’t try and steer the big man any direction. You never could, Bucky was just kind enough to oblige most times. This time, he seemed so splintered, he followed without protest.

You led Bucky into an empty alleyway.

“I’m sorry. Please, let me take you back.” You said, apologetically.

You thought it would help him, not this. You leaned back on the wall opposite to him, waiting for Bucky to decide what to do. Slowly, heavy breathing subsided and he lifted his head from the ground.

“I don’t want you to think I didn’t like it. I did. But the people and the sounds and the—I know I was raised in a big city, but it’s been a long time since then.” Bucky said, finally.

He met your concerned gaze and almost looked relieved. The man stood up to his full height in one swift motion.

“I don’t think I like them anymore.” He admitted in a low, gravelly voice.

Your heart sank at his omission. Bucky had no idea who he was anymore, or what made him happy. He needed some peace that didn’t come from his place at the river, that was too familiar.

“I know a place you might enjoy, but it will take time to get there.”

Bucky had complete faith in you, and nodded imperceptibly.

…

It was a quiet ride up the mound.

By now, it was nearing dusk. The sky was a vibrant mix of purples and oranges and reds. Bucky hadn’t spoken again, and you hadn’t pressed him.

“It’s an undeveloped hot spring, Prince T’Challa and I found it together as children. No one will bother us here.”

You stalked through the heavy foliage with a clear head, muscle memory guiding the way to the cave. You were very aware of Bucky’s silent presence behind you. He navigated the vegetation with ease, carrying the food and water in a basket.

You huffed just taking the towels and blanket, and he looked unfazed. The both of you finally reached the mouth of the cave as soon as the last rays of sunlight faded. You watched as Bucky’s face darkened in the dim light.

“There are lights on the far end, vibranium powered so they will last.” You said. Bucky had far better sight than you, and he successfully found and turned them on.

He pointed the bright light toward the cave ceiling, setting off a series of shadows and patterns above you. You smiled softly, satisfied with your work. Bucky was still shook up from the market, but once he stepped into the hot spring he physically seemed more comfortable.

“Don’t stay in too long, it could be dangerous,” you warned him. A blast of warm air hit you, and you laid down on the blanket.

“Got it.” Bucky replied.

Occasionally, you heard the sound of water sloshing around, but you were too lazy to turn your head. There was no one around for miles to interrupt the calm, so you finally closed your eyes.

You heard water streaming to the cave floor as Bucky drew nearer. You thought nothing of it, until you felt warm, sopping wet hands wrap around you. You gasped the intrusion—if you hadn’t known who it was you would’ve screamed.

Bucky pulled you into him. Your face rested on his bare chest, catching the heat emanating from his warm skin. You didn’t have time to freak out.

What he did next wasn’t quite like a cry. The noise was so soft you thought you misheard it at first. It was a strangled, ghost of a sob.

“I-I can’t stop saying I don’t know.”

Bucky clung to you, letting all of his frustration and pain roll off him in waves. You took your cheek off his chest, the warm water leaving your face hotter than normal.

You stopped Bucky before he could recoil—gripping his shoulder.

“Horrific things happened to you Bucky, and I am sorry for that,” you started, staring off at the hot spring behind him. Steam rolled off its surface and wafted upwards and into nothing.

“You are rebuilding yourself and that is alright.”

Bucky peered down at you with a hardened kind of fascination. His eyes raked over you and he broke out in a grateful smile. A true smile.

“Thank you.”

He paused as he regarded you, dropping his shoulders.

“Doll? Can I kiss you?” The request sent you toppling over on the inside. You swallowed hard.

“Why?” Your voice was small. It was the cost to stare Bucky in the eyes while you asked. He needed to see how dead serious you were. You could be fragile, too. You blinked rapidly in anticipation, trying to concentrate over the roar of blood rushing through your veins.

“You never asked me to be someone, now I can be someone else.”

Your jaw dropped. You mustered all the courage you had and met his lips. The kiss was hesitant and soft. There were no expectations, just a sweet moment for two people that needed more of them.

[captainshyguy]

Lost and Found Writing/Music Masterpost

part 2 of the masterpost! you can find part one, with all the visual art here!

Story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31398755/chapters/77651207 STORY/CHARACTER PROFILES

I’m in a writing server, and there’s a profile bot that you can set up to essentially give a summary of your story/characters on command. It has a word limit, so it’s good for practicing snappy summaries. Anywhere, here’s the ones I made for the story as a whole, and then all the main/secondary characters! This is good if you want to see how i describe the characters and how they stand out in my head! 

HERE it is!

MUSC 

Now I haven’t made my own music for the story, but like a lot of people who build stories, I have a bunch of songs I associate with it. I’ll link the playlists I have here, but also a short description for why each song is where it is. 

Main theme: Blue Healer by Birdtalker is a song I only heard after finishing the story, and yet I feel like it still sings through each chapter. It’s a song about how you have to let yourself feel sadness (the titular blue healer) and sit in it for some time instead of trying to stuff it down. How you can’t heal without learning how to accept what’s hurt you. It’s gentle and slow and it’s fits both in vies and themes. it pops up in the playlists too 

Secondary theme: The Call by Regina Spektor is what I considered the theme for a while. It’s very gentle, and the lyrics fit very well. Pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light, and you’ll come back when it’s over, especially. 

LEAF’S PLAYLIST (link)

Leaf’s playlist is largely theirs, but also the unofficial playlist for the story, them being the main character and following their story beats. 

QUIRREL’S PLAYLIST (link)

His playlist for the story! A little shorter, but still a bunch there. 

LEAF AND QUIRREL’S JOINT PLAYLIST (link)

A lot of these are mainly just songs I can see them dancing to, but hey. 

Ghost Theme: Who I am by The Score fits my Ghost very well. It has a strong, unshakeable confidence, just like Ghost has in themself. They know who they are. 

Hollow Theme: Tightrope by The Score, is a lot more unsure, like Hollow themselves. Balancing on a tightrope of expectations put upon them by the kingdom. 

Hornet Theme: White Face, Black Eyes by AJJ. This is on Leaf’s playlist too but I think it fits Hornet’s arc and the lessons she learns. I’m struggling to find one for her overall, but hey, one day. It has a serious, graveness to it that fits her.

Myson Theme: Heirloom by Sleeping At Last. I like to imagine this is a song by Grimm to Myson. You remind me of who I could have been. You inherited a fight that you were born to lose. 

Songs and the reason they’re on their playlists is explained under the read more! It got a little long, even with just a sentence or two for each. 

LEAF’S SONGS

Plant Life- Owl City: Their main, overall theme. Whimsical and light whilst also having heavier lyrics. Heaven knows, I could really use a friend. 

Title Theme- Hollow Knight: Self explanatory. It’s the vessel’s theme. Another overall theme.

Sound of the Shire- Lord of the Rings: Last overall theme. Hits that bright, optimistic friendly feeling I want with Leaf whilst also being very melancholy at times.

I Need a Minute- Imagine Dragons: Theme for Leaf in the lab. Upbeat, but with bleak lyrics. He said your eyes are much too bright, the things you say are never right, the sins of all the world lie on your head. 

Hey Brother- Avicii: Theme for the batch as a whole and their bond. 

All I Know- Five For Fighting: For when the vessels start getting taken and it’s all Leaf can do to hold on to Tall. Mournful and sad.

Bird With a Broken Wing- Owl City: Leaf climbing out of the Abyss. A little too upbeat, but the lyrics are too perfect to resist. It feels like I’m a lone survivor, forgotten in a dark and deadly world. 

Boulevard of Broken Dreams- Green Day: This one is more gritty, fitting since Leaf has learn that Miram killed their siblings and now they’re all alone in the wastes outside Hallownest. Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me. Til then I walk alone. 

Hopeless Wanderer- Mumford and Sons: A lighter one, and ironically, more hopeful. Leaf taking on the world after Tridant. In the dark, I have no name. 

Wandering- Animal Crossing: Peaceful and simple. Leaf falling into the routine on the road, decades passing in their quiet travels. 

Uranus: Sleeping At Last: Theme for the chapter they’re alone in the desert, the melancholy catching up. They feel pain but they have forgotten why. 

Enter Hallownest- Hollow Knight: The call back to Hallownest. Finding this kingdom and delving down below. In we go. 

Greenpath- Hollow Knight: Self explanatory, I put this one on here bc of its significance to Leaf and their fondness for Greenpath. It’s curious and bright. 

Door- Minecraft: This has sort of a like...curious sweetness to it that I associate with Leaf, especially as the flashes haven't quite sunk in yet and they’re avoiding them. 

City of Tears- Hollow Knight: Also self explanatory. Mournful, and Leaf stats questioning more, even as they stuff it down. 

Moon- Sleeping At Last: Theme for Leaf and Quirrel’s talk at the balcony in Crystal Peak. Soft and muted and cosy, under the stars and Quirrel’s arm. Fun fact, this is where Leaf actually fell for Quirrel! It just..took them a while to catch up. 

Sleepwalk- Forrest Day: Theme for the Deepnest saga, specifically the chapter where Leaf is hard dissociating and drifting constantly between the past and present. Then it becomes it becomes it becomes a problem....

South- Sleeping At Last: Theme for Leaf dissociating in the Infected  Crossroads. Quiet as they’re just...hitting their limit with this. That’s how I lost touch of who I am, and who I was. Some truths get tired, the longer we wait. 

Silhouettes- Colony House: Resolving to get to the bottom of this and find what they’re missing! Upbeat and determined. Nothing silhouettes til the lights come on. 

Pluto- Sleeping At Last: Getting closer. Accepting that this may hurt them but they need to keep going. Around White Palace. I rebuild when I break down, I wake up more awake than I've ever been before. The heaviness that I hold in my heart's been crushing me

Sorrow- Sleeping At Last: Late White Palace and the aftermath. Less determined and more breathless. Slowly, then all at once, a single loose thread, and it all comes undone

Broken Vessel- Hollow Knight: Well. You all know why this is here.

Ultra Deep Sea- Pokemon Sun and Moon: The immediate aftermath of the Tall fight. Leaf sitting there for days in a painful, grey haze. 

When I'm Gone- Shawn James: Theme for Tall and Leaf's goodbye. I’ve made a lyric comic with this! Once I am gone, don't mourn for me, I hope you take pride in what I used to be. 

General Taylor- The Longest Johns: Theme for taking Tall to Queen’s Gardens and burying them. Carry him to his burying ground.    

Disappear- H.1: Theme for Leaf sitting in the Resting Grounds with their grief. 

Midnight- Pixlemon: Theme for the quiet at the beginning of post infection, Quirrel distant, Leaf unsure what to do with their grief. 

White Face, Black Eyes- AJJ: Ruminating on that grief a bit, but also talking about it with Quirrel. Tired and exhausted, but a sort of catharsis here. Love what you can til it dies. Then let it lie, let it fly, away. 

Vanilla Twilight- Owl City: Similar to above, but just a little lighter, after getting it off their chest. Missing Tall, but not being alone. 

Reporting From the Weather Balloon- Little Inferno: I see this as a sort of theme for the group as a whole, though I cant quite pinpoint why. There’s a sort of...coming together with it, a slow rise from the ashes. Also doubles as the theme for the chapter where Leaf shows Hollow the constellations. 

This World to You- Eve: Has a similar purpose to Vanilia Twilight, but this one is more....final, almost. Contemplative. Leaf tlking about Tall and their siblings to Quirrel as they paint together. 

The Dance- Westlife: Again, similar, but I have a lot of ‘contemplating loss’ songs in here. This one has a sort of acceptance to it. Leaf cherishing what they did have. I could have missed the pain, but I'd have had to miss the dance. 

Nine- Sleeping At Last: Theme for Leaf’s dream right after The Abyss. Walking in that blank, flat darkness and finding their reflection. Quiet, contemplative. I’ve been less than half myself for more than half my life. To know and love ourselves and others well is the most difficult and meaningful work we'll ever do.

Greggs Woods- Night in the Woods: Leaf lying in the aftermath of The Abyss, unable to really move, just..thinking things over and their family sit beside them.

Blue Healer- Birdtalker: I put this here too because it’ a good wind down to Leaf’s arc.Talking though their sadness nd grief, sitting with it, etc. 

The Last Goodbye- The Hobbit: Leaf and Quirrel winding up to leave and the gang making their goodbyes around Hallownest. The road is now calling. 

Time Adventure- Rebecca Sugar: Leaf looking back on Tall and thinking of them. You and I will always be back then, and so, you and I will always be best friends.

Stuff We Did- Michael Giacchino: Song specifically for the memory of Leaf and Tall sitting atop the counter and looking down at the few siblings their have left, the night before Tall is taken. Tall telling Leaf they love them and they need Leaf to remember that. 

Drive- Imagine Dragons: Leaving Hallownest. It’s relaxing and muted and the story is over. The characters have each other and it’ll be okay. I’ve got my head on aright, I’ve got my people strapped tight. 

Story of Us- Taylor Swift: This is ENTIRELY here because it has a bouncy beat that Leaf would enjoy jamming to and absolutely nothing else, no story significance. 

Deer in the Headlights- Owl City: Same as above, its the same bouncy vibe and Leaf would love it. 

QUIRREL’S SONGS

Seven- Sleeping At Last: This song just...encapsulates Quirrel. How I feel about him, who I write him. It’s so...free. It’s free its friendly, its whimsical, its breathless, its hungry but so, so gentle all at the same time. It’s Quirrel walking through a meadow with bright shiny eyes, it’s him speeding up just a bit when he sees something interesting, but slowing down with a grin for Leaf because he loves them. This song is Quirrel, it’s the song I’m most sure of across every single playlist. How nice it’d be, if we could try everything. When everything feels heavy, I’ve learned to travel light. But I wanna be here, truly be here, to watch the ones that I love bloom. And I wanna make room, to love them through and through and through and through the slow and barren seasons too. I feel hope, deep in my bones, that tomorrow, will be beautiful. And I’m ready, god I'm ready, oh I'm ready, restless and hungry, I'm ready, for whatever comes next. 

Mercury- Sleeping At Last: Quirrel setting out on the road, Monomon’s mask slowly taking his memories away. I'll go anywhere you want, anywhere you want, anywhere you want me.

Hopeless Wanderer- Mumford and Sons: Like it’s place on Leaf’s, its Quirrel being more comfortable on his journies on the road. 

Dreams Don’t Turn to Dust- Owl City: This one fits Quirrel’s whimsy bout the road, and also inability to stay i the same place. I’ll miss you with all my heart, but i’d rather be alone. 

The Traveller- The Alan Parsons Project: Same as above but leaning even harder into it. The traveller is always leaving home, the only kind of life he’s ever known. There’s always one more mountain left to climb.

Pompeii- Bastille: Theme for....Quirrel’s entire time during return to Hallownest. Pieces falling into place about being connected to Hallownest. And if you close your eyes does it almost feel like you’ve been here before. 

Black Holes- Aviators: Immediate aftermath of killing Monomon. On here almost entirely for the gritty, floating vibes and I'm told to kill you though you were my only friend.

Mr Loverman- Ricky Montgomery: Sitting with his head against the glass when Leaf finds him. I’m Mr loverman, and I miss my lover man. 

New Invention- IDKHOW: Quirrel’s lowest point. He’s doing VERY badly. Theme for his haze when they’re in the hotspring with Hornet and the others.It’s very harsh in a way his music usually isnt. The girl is like an architect and I am just a new invention. 

Critical Mistakes- 888: Still in his lowest point, but when he runs off to Blue Lake. I want a house on a hill by the ocean, I’d let the tide wash away all my critical mistakes. 

Ancient History- The Crane Wives: Quirrel sort of like...letting Leaf in and explaining the memory situation. My dreams keep digging up the bones of memories. 

The Dance- Westlfe: Similar function to its place on Leaf’s playlist. Quirrel coming to terms with his pain and grief around Monomon. He’s glad he got to love her. 

Time Adventure- Rebecca Sugar: Again, fits the same bill. Sort of relaxing into it. 

Color- Finish Ticket: His arc wrapping up, Accepting how little he remembers and moving forward. We grow as we learn to let go, pushing through the black and white inside, see in color.

Saturn- Sleeping At Last: Finishing off with a quiet bit of contemplation, a message of peace. How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.

The last two, Hold Each Other, and Sleepwalk are mandatory ‘These fit stag beetles and broken legs Quirrel and I have to put them SOMEWHERE, I love that damn story.’ 

LEAF AND QUIRREL SONGS

Blue Healer- Birdtalker: What can I say? x] It’s the fic’s theme, it fits the both of them, and it’s a gentle pace for their more slow days. They’d have a nice dance to it. 

Honey and the Bee- Owl City: This one I think actually encapsulates their relationship well. It’s sweet and warm and it has bee and honey motifs, like the two of them. If I reached for your hand for the rest of my life, who knew the other side could be so green

Start of Something Good- Daughtry: Nether Leaf or Quirrel really get moments to consider their feelings towards each other before they get together, but i think this optimistic look, a sort of ‘this could be the start of something good’ fits from an objective perspective. 

Somebody to You- Banners: This is one of those ones that just...I can see them dancing to, beaming in a village plaza with dancers around them. I'll make the moon shine just for your view, I'll make the starlight circle the room

Heavy- Birdtalker: Functions similar to Blue Healer, in that its a bit more of a low energy one that I can see them dancing to, with fitting lyrics. We're all lonely, together. 

Everything- Michael Buble: Sweet, simple, perfect dancing pace. You're every line, you're every word, you're everything

Shut Up and Dance With Me: Higher energy dancing one, also fits that village plaza where lots of people are dancing under warm lanterns vibes. 

Sparks Fly- Taylor Swift: Works the same as above, though, winding down just a little bit. 

[lol-q]

There’s so many things I love about the show that I haven’t seen people give enough credit for and I want to go on a little ramble because people are focusing so much on what they don’t like vs. what they do. So here’s my list. Sorry for the grammatical errors 😬

I love that the lesbian main character is this sweet, innocent, big hearted young woman and not portrayed as a overly sexual fuckboi that hits on every woman. I love that Fatou is soft and gentle. More lesbian rep like that please

I love the soundtrack. It’s exactly the type of stuff I imagine Fatou would listen to and it’s not just the top 100 hit songs.

I love that they use the soundtrack as a way to connect to the plot line, like the lyrics to the song Fatou was listening to when she was on the rooftop said “And I hate to leave you feeling all alone.But your story cannot start until you've grown. You can find how to be OK on your own. I just can't be the one that makes you feel at home” which was a hint as to where the plot was going

^^ also the song playing during Kieu My and Fatou’s museum date

I love the little mannerisms Nhungi chooses to show as Kieu My. The happy little bounce she did in ep 1 when she called out Fatou’s name and when she subtly checked Fatou out by looking her up and down.

I love how their rooms show their individual personality so well. Like Fatou’s room in the beginning of the season was normal and then it became increasingly messy as the episodes moved forward, showing her stress and chaos in her life

I love the height difference between Fatou and her brother lol

I love when her brother and her were thinking of what to get their parents so they split the bill on a gift - a very subtle way of showing siblings interacting

I love when Fatou and Ismail interact cuz it’s so funny

I love the physics teachers speaking voice, he sounds like kermit the frog

I love fatou’s eyebrows. Idk it’s just so perfect. Give me tips plz

I love that the characters rewear clothing. And it’s not a show where every episode is a new outfit with new clothes. Very realistic and it always bothered me when teens on highschool on tv have new clothes every episode

I love that Fatou’s original bio on tinder was “wanna cuddle?”. I feel like that girl would rather cuddle with someone than win the lottery. She’s so soft (also why did it say she was 24 in ep 2 when she was on tinder lol)

I love that the show showed the struggles of coming from a bilingual family and being the only one that struggles to speak it. When fatou was talking to her grandparents with her brother and her brother had to translate for her and it was awkward af, I felt that. I’m the youngest in my family and I struggle to speak Tagalog so people have to translate for me sometimes and it sucks.

^^ I relate to fatou so much in that scene cuz the dynamic in my family is the same as Fatou’s. My parents lay off and let me and my brother do our thing unless there’s an indication we need their help. The only time I ever spoke about school with my family was when report cards would come and they would see my grades weren’t that good. I remember my mom seeing I had a D in middle school and automatically jumping to conclusiosn without letting me speak. My brother is academically successful and he would also try and get me to do more school stuff when I was younger. Like he would make me do math problems to help with my grades. So it’s all very relatable for me

I love when Fatou sings, her voice is so soft and smooth.

I love whenever Kieu My and fatou are flirting both so blatantly and yet so subtly. Like the tension is there but it’s still awkward despite how smooth they both try to be it’s so adorable

I love how Fatou and Kieu My are so confident flirting and talking to eachother through texting but when it’s irl it’s still awkward and new. It shows the reality of an actual relationship in the making. It’s not just a full head dive into “I love you”.

I love when they were at the table tennis bar place and Fatou was hyping up Ava when there were dudes looking at them and Ava did a fancy ass turn and smile. She’s so pretty

I love that Fatou’s problems were shown in subtle ways in the beginning with money. Counting money at her job and when she wa trying to pay for the drink at the bar. It was a small interaction but in real life it would cause a lot of stress and anxiety if money counting problems kept happening over and over again

I love Yara and Josh’s friendship. More platonic friendship between a male and a female please. Also more Yara in general please.

I love that Zoe owned up to her actions last year to the entire group (minus Ismail Constantine and Kieu my) on New Years. I see her owning up to the role as Nora’s big sister.

I love when Josh was drinking a lot during New Years and Fatou was trying to get him to slow down. It shows how big her heart is for her friends. Also I think Josh and Fatou could be great friends

I love that Kieu My looks at Fatou like she hung the stars. When Fatou mentioned she knew Kieu My was a Scorpio, it’s the first time I’ve ever seen that girl smiled so big (before episode 5 of course)

I love that whenever they kiss Kieu my is smiling.

I love Sira’s side profile. There I said it. Girl has the jawline of a Greek goddess.

I love that they change Fatou’s hair. She looks good in every hair style but it’s always nice to see her in different styles.

I love that they showed the struggles of being a passive and gentle person. Because we’re not assertive in regular everyday life we are easily looked over. And it’s hard for us to muster the gusto to be assertive and take what we need because we prefer shying away from conflict and just letting things flow. I relate to fatou’s character so much in that sense. I lowkey think this is the universe’s way of telling me to stop being so passive about life and to take charge idk.

I love that the topic of white savior and performative activism was touched on. And I love that it was between two friends because it’s very realistic to how dynamics work between young people these days. The way they handle it differs in opinion but the fact that they even spoke about it was great.

I love that moment when Kieu My wrapped the vietnamese pancake in the lettuce snd handed it to Fatou. Its so sweet. If I was Fatou I would have forgiven her right then and there lol

I LOVE THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE TWo. YES MORE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE.

Episode 6. Just all of it. Even the angsty part. I want more of that. Episode 6 yes. I’ll marry episode 6

Kieu My wearing Fatou’s cardigan. 💕💕💕💕💕💕✨✨✨✨✨😫😫💕✨✨🥺

^^ but also as a person that tried bangs before, you can’t tell me that girl woke up with her bangs perfectly in place lol. This girl probably bought a mini straightener or something too

Fatou telling Kieu My it doesn’t matter if she wears make up or not rather than going off on how she looks prettier without it. She’s just like “it doesn’t matter. You’re pretty no matter what, my little space nerd”

Pissed off fatou is a hot fatou. Js

I love Sira’s acting in general. But the way she shows Fatou’s sadness is great. It’s not just tears and that’s it. When she got fired it was a build up of tears but she wasn’t sobbing, same thing with the cashqueens argument. But she broke when her and Kieu My got in a fight.

Finn being socially awkward. It’s so funny cuz Zoe is this bubbly party girl and her boyfriend is so awkward. Nice balance.

^^also his hair makes me laugh idk why

Ismail opening up to Fatou shows how so many people feel at ease with her. Girl has a calming presence for everybody, she doesn’t even realize how much she’s helped others.

I love that Constantine wears the same jacket over and over again. Idk it seems to fit his character.

^^also kudos to the actor who plays him, he’s doing an amazing job

Love Fatou. Love her dimples and her soft voice. She gets all high pitched when she’s normally speaking but when she was fighting with Kieu My her voice became lower. Just love the way Sira’s voice sounds. Also Nhungi’s speaking voice.

Love the shaky camera movements. The fast pans and the slow motion dance scenes.

Love the aesthetic of Kieu My smoking but PLEASE DONT SMOKE, CHILDREN. ITS BAD FOR YOU.

Love the different aesthetics of the cashqueens

Love maike. Great actress. Give this turtle an Oscar.

Love Kieu My climbing the roof to help her Fatou. Softie to her girlfriend but an ice queen to the world lol.

Love the actors. Love the characters. It just makes me so happy.

This is so well written, i might actually cry no but really it was really nice to read your positive and cuteee facts after the tag check :/ and it really helped because i get mad and sad when i see bad takes. Everything you said was so true and i think im fangirling over this essay. And it made me emotional 👉👈.  Represantation does really matter.

This season is so important for so many people and i don’t think some people realize that when they’re ‘’criticizing’’ some things. Not only we have a lesbian main, we have a black lesbian main who is the softest person in the world and she has LD and/or ADHD. I sometimes can’t believe we got to the point of skamverse where we get rep instead of hurtful,problematic seasons and plots, some might interpret that as shade but it really isn’t, careless storylines really does hurt ppl and why would you want to hurt people when you can give 8 min of sapphic museum date instead 👭🌌 :)

i love this season, i love this gen and i love this essay

[sylvie-writes]

Evans Family Christmas

pairing: chris evans x reader ft. Dodger hehe

requests: I need all the ugly Christmas sweaters, hot cocoa, Christmas cookies, everything in my life with the avengers or with Chris and his family 🥺 -anon

2. Just imagine that you and Chris are spending your first Christmas together and you’re decorating cookies and singing Christmas songs together and dancing around the living room with the fireplace going and of course hanging a stocking for Dodger. @aubreeskailynn​

warnings: just chris being the dirty minded man that he is

word count: 2,079

author’s note: pardon any mistakes! this is also for @fangirlovestuff​‘s birthday challenge! I’m so sorry for the long wait :(

challenge prompt: 25. that couple where one cooks and the other can’t cook for shit

PART OF MY CHRISTMAS CELEBRATION (check the tag for the masterlist)

gif below was found on giphy

From your spot in the kitchen, you could hear the deep chuckle of the man you have loved for the past two years. He was currently on the phone with his mother who you assumed was inviting you both to the annual Evans’ family Christmas get together.

Chris rushed into the kitchen a giddy smile on his adorable face and fists excitedly curled into his chest like a small child. You didn’t even need to hear the words spill from his mouth to confirm your suspicions that the two of you were, in fact, going to the party.

One who cared for Chris as much as you did, could easily tell that the bright grin on his lips was the genuine one he sported when around his family. A career such as his, made time with family limited and you were always more than happy to go along to any event with Chris’s family. Even if that meant you’d see them once a year or twice a week.

The Evans family truly lived it up on the holidays, something definitely instilled in your boyfriend who acted like a frat boy at parties. (You have many videos of him being the happy drunk that he is, to say so.)

With this being your first Evans Christmas, Chris literally went all out once his mother called him that week before. You were unaware of this until an ugly Christmas sweater was laying out on your side of the bed just the day before Christmas. As you had been working all day, Chris had run out to accomplish some errands but you had no clue it actually meant this. With a small giggle, you decided to amuse yourself and try on the sweater. The sweater itself looked like it had been pulled straight out of any cheesy 90’s holiday movie you could imagine. Decked in lights attached to a battery pack and lots of gaudy tinsel, the sweater was the literal embodiment of any office Christmas party attire. Even the Grinch would have turned his head at all of the very questionable, yet somehow eye catching, components of the knit top.

You decided to venture down the stairs in the sweater to surprise Chris, but oh how the tables had turned. Instead of surprising the man, he shocked you first and not for a good reason. Jaw half dropped, you slowly walked into the mess of a kitchen. Various cookie making ingredients spilled among the counter and you found the culprit’s back turned your way. His entire black sweater was covered in flour and somehow even the back of it. At the mess you let out a tiny, but very audible, shriek causing the man to cautiously turn.

A nervous smile graced his lips and he held up two mugs of hot cocoa.

“Heh heh. Your sweater looks nice, honey...” There was no sign of amusement on your face, and you just horridly stared at the colossal snow storm of flour in the kitchen. “...hot cocoa?”

You just slowly turned your head in his direction and if an eye can invisibly twitch, then yours was doing so. An insane chuckle left your mouth and you just walked closer, snatching the mug from him. The last thing you wanted to do was clean this damn kitchen, especially after a long day at work. You loved Chris, but that man never followed through with things. Of course it wasn't intentional, but if you did wait for him to do said things, they’d never get done in a timely manner.

A timer sounded from the oven breaking your small staring contest with the man who nervously gulped from time to time as you were yet to say a word since entering the kitchen.

“Sounds like your cookies are done, lover boy.” You turned on your heel heading to the living room, but not without looking over your shoulder to utter a quip.

“Wouldn’t want to burn those things. Especially after the mess you’re going to have to clean all by yourself.”

Chris knew you were teasing, as confirmed by the discreet wink, and he just shrugged his shoulders, laughing. He had already planned on cleaning the kitchen, but this time he actually meant it.

An hour later, Chris joined you on the couch, a plate of decorated cookies in hand. He threw an arm around your shoulder and kissed your forehead. You decided to take a cookie and hummed in approval when the sugar dissipated on your tongue.

“My, my, Chris Evans. If you weren’t an actor, I’d say you could become a baker!”

In thanks, he once again kissed you, but this time on the forehead, making you crinkle your nose a bit. A few seconds of silence passed before he spoke again.

“I see you found the sweater. Do ya like it?”

You looked up at him with a dazzling smile and pecked his lips.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Against the plush lips of the man you murmured, “I hate to ruin the moment, but is the kitchen clean?”

Chris pulled back with a deep chuckle that seemingly lasted for minutes. He tried to speak between the choppy laughter, but failed and instead gave you a simple nod of his head. Leaving the man to his giggles, you quickly snuck off and then rushed back into the room in no time as Chris was finally ceasing his howling.

Arms secretly folded behind your back and a large, corny grin on your face, Chris’s eyebrows raised in suspicion. He cautiously reached out to pull you closer to him, pretty much to the point where you dropped to sit on his lap.

Once seated, you brought your arms around to your own lap and opened the glittery Christmas gift bag. Just as you were about to pull the final piece of tissue paper from the sack, you called Dodger who loyally came running in from the next room. At the point Chris was so utterly confused that he wasn't even aware Dodger had joined you both. Although, the man did wear a smirk that was borderline concerning.

The pup then curled up next to you on the couch after venturing in. Finally, you started to rummage through the gift bag, revealing its contents that had suspense looming in the air for a good while. Honestly, as you pulled out a beautifully embroidered stocking, which was for Dodger, Chris released a shaky breath that he had been unknowingly holding in.

You turned to see his reaction and instead started laughing at his tremendously cherry red cheeks. His smirk had also dropped and he now partly resembled a sad puppy. Even though he looked downcast, you could spy a sea of playfulness in his eyes.

“Oh my gosh, babe! Why are you so red?” It was now your turn to try and talk in between laughs.  

Chris shook his head in a manner of disappointment, dramatically sucking in air and widening his eyes as one would do when traumatized.

“Let’s just say I had assumed there would be stockings in that bag, but...not that kind.” His ears were all red now and the two of you were cackling loudly, causing Dodger to leave the room.

“You dirty man! I swear for a few seconds I thought I was looking at Clifford the Dog!” you continued to tease him for a good five minutes and Chris just accepted it until a feel-good, Christmas classic came on the radio and he scooped you up.

For a quick second you squealed in shock, but then the man set you down on the floor in the middle of the living room. He held out a hand and you accepted it.

Of all the songs that could have graced the radio, it had to be Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas Is You. Thank the heavens the blinds on the windows to the house were shut or the whole neighborhood would have seen you and Chris dancing like fools. The two of you energetically bounced around the living room. Your hair was flailing around as Chris’s arms madly waved up and down. Off key singing resounded from the you both and poor Dodger became the unsuspecting victim to the horrid sounds. Regardless that he was all the way in another room.

From then on, you and Chris spent the rest of Christmas Eve alternating between decorating cookies and doing some Christmas themed karaoke. The night ultimately ended when the both of you crashed from your sugar highs on the couch, not even waking until Dodger came and nudged you in the face, annoyed.

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Christmas morning came quick and unfortunately that meant both you and Chris had to be up bright and early for the party at his parents house. It had been a good couple of months since you’d seen them all last.

After a couple of groans and tossing around, you managed to find the legs to leave the bed as Chris did the same. The two of you went your separate ways and did the necessary tasks before you later met at the front door. You and Chris both had your ugly sweaters on, even Dodger had one on as he was coming along too. In your hand, you held a bin of the cookies from the night before and in the other you held dodger’s leash as he practically pulled you out the door. Chris, who was chuckling at the dog’s excitement, trailed behind with the many gifts for his family members.

The Evans clan greeted you both with open arms, quite literally, as you were engulfed by all of his siblings at once. Poor Dodger was thrown into the mix and got a bit squished, but he enjoyed the embrace nonetheless.

As soon as you and Chris stepped foot into the house and the door shut behind you, Chris’s sisters ushered you into the kitchen where you just looked back to your boyfriend who gave you a thumbs up and a cheesy grin. Little did you know that you were about to learn the most sacred thing about the family, which is their gingerbread recipe. For a good couple of hours, you chatted with the ladies and helped tediously decorate gingerbread while Chris and the guys were in the other room. Occasionally he’d pass by and steal some cookies to which you’d smack him. The man would quickly retract his hand and like a child in a cookie jar, he’d dash away, but not before placing a kiss to the crown of your head.

Once dinner was served, everyone sat around the table, quieted down, stomachs full and feeling a food coma from the endless amount of servings. You and Chris managed to fight the urge to rest and instead collected dishes to wash. Just as you started scrubbing the dirtied plate Chris had handed you, he nudged your hip with his own. In confusion you turned to the man who motioned for you to look up.

Resting above your heads was a tiny piece of mistletoe, delicately hanging by a little silk ribbon. You lowered your gaze back to the man who had turned and now placed his hands on your hips. Pulling you flush against his chest, Chris kissed you deeply, prompting you to wrap your arms around his neck. Suddenly, you heard some cheering and could feel a protruding smile on Chris’s lips. Looking towards the direction of the sound, you saw the shutters on the kitchen pass through open, allowing everyone in the dining room to peek in.

“I was just about to give you guys some more dishes, but I should’ve known you both were up to no good. Thankfully your niece and nephews are in the other room!” Scott then set down the dishes and dramatically shut the mini doors making both you and Chris laugh.

“I’m hoping you won’t remember your first Evans’ Christmas for this.” Chris still had his arms wrapped around your waist and smiled down on you with a glimmer of hope.

Letting out a breathy laugh, you replied, “You and I both know I will, but hopefully there will be plenty more of these to come.” With that, you trailed your fingers up to his hair and gently tussled the locks, earning yourself a soft kiss on the temple from the satisfied man.

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[pluviophile-bookworm]

HSMTMTS 2x11: Let us pull up a chair as the dining room proudly presents... the reason for my next mental breakdown

I can't believe myself, honestly. Oversleeping on the one day of the week that I've got something exciting to wake up for? Oh well, I'm up now and I'd better go ahead and do this before my dashboard has showered me with spoilers. I mean, I have never really minded spoilers, but when it comes to this, somehow I do. Though I do wish something had forewarned me about last week's snap ending (get it, 'snap'... I'll see myself out). I'd better dive in already.

Yes, Mr Mazzara, that's what I've been saying for a while! Ok, maybe I haven't been very vocal about it, but it was in the foreground of my mind that they should have asked for Mr Mazzara's help re: transformation! I'm just glad he pointed it out. Not that he could have done much while he was busy playing therapist for his beloved Miss Jenn. Oh well.

Were those Ash and Ricky doing actual paired-up warmups? That is what they should have been doing for weeks now. That and having actual off-stage interactions, too. But I still subscribe to the theory that the gang had some good rehearsals off-screen — otherwise there's no way they could have been this good on stage as we saw in the previews. I said it last time and I'll say it again — not everything is for us to see.

Wow. The one time our leads are in unison, and it is about both being injured. The East High drama club must be cursed — they can't have one production run smoothly and without what can only be described as pure unbridled chaos.

They don't have any understudies? That explains some things... but also how? But also, I'm so happy Ashlyn is going on. No way she would have missed her first (first of many, right?) chance of being the lead because of some 'minor' injury.

Ricky and Nini still can't talk to each other properly. Oh well. Take your time. It's not like I care about this pairing anymore.

Did EJ just use the word 'dig'? Boy, the boy's got it baaaaaad. Also, what is it going to take for these two to realise they're in love? For all we know, they might have that big kiss we're all dreaming of and still be like 'nah, it's nothing, we're buddies'... give me a break! But I mean, at this point they might just be turning into Redlyn 2.0, where even a kiss doesn't define things. But hey, if they do follow in Redlyn's footsteps, that only means good things in their future, right?

What did that fake French git do to my boy Carlos? He's not supposed to look this inanimate until right before the climax of the play! Well, I mean, at least Seb serving as his interpreter means that Seb gets more lines for a bit. Too bad he can't go on for someone with more lines in the play.

Miss Jenn's 'words of inspiration' were less than inspired... yeah, this show's going down. Or it would, if it depended solely on her. Let's hope the kids do better. I mean, I know for a fact they will... at least for about 5 minutes of the thing. There is still room for things to go wrong and I'm scared.

Oh, my sweet boy... I wish I could jump in there and do something to help him feel less nervous. Thing is, if I were there, I'd probably be the most nervous of them all, even if I were playing Townsfolk #3 or something, and everyone's nervousness would rub off on me, and I would be making things worse instead of helping. So yeah, I'm kind of glad I'm not there.

Ahhhh who called it? @redlyncentral was it you? Ash got flowers for her Biggie! And there's a card whose contents we've yet to see. But that doesn't seem to be helping either. My sweet, sweet Reddy... I hope and pray he'll be alright.

Well this is awkward! Who told Mike to show up and shake everything up right now? Miss Jenn is literally on the brink of exploding, and now she's stuck in this completely unnecessary love triangle. She needs some space. And a quiet place to breathe, thanks Mr M for suggesting it.

'Did we forget to build a mote around the school or...' Yeah, you tell her, Rick! That girl whose name I never want to pronounce (because it makes me think of much nicer people and she's making me hate it) has no business being there. She's not... being given a redemption arc, is she now? Some people just don't deserve it. And if hating her is an unpopular opinion now, well, I never did care much about having popular opinions. I can live with that.

'Lily, scram!' Yes, thank you, Natalie! I've always wanted someone who would voice my thoughts in a way that the characters can hear them. Make this girl a main next season, won't you? (Just so we're crystal clear, I mean Natalie, not the other one.)

OMG Mr M is in the play! In a way... I love that!

I love, love, love the way they did the prologue. 'Repulsed [the prince makes an over-the-top gesture of repulsion] by her haggard appearance [the witch shows off her face to the audience]...' I love this. I would pay a lot for a chance to see their entire play, you know?

Oh dear, somebody give my boy Reddy some sort of... medical aid against all the throwing up! I've got a nice pill that helps me with my bad cases of motion sickness. Hey, so maybe I could have helped if I were there after all. Great, now I feel bad. But also, is all the throwing up an excuse on the writers' part to keep my boy off-screen for the majority of this episode? Because it's a really lame excuse.

Gina's 'Many questions' continues to be a mood. What exactly is Miss Jenn expecting from the kids? Last-minute adjustments? No way. This spells disaster.

Was Carlos on vocal rest or something? Because he shines like the star he is... despite all the very obvious nervousness backstage. I mean, I wouldn't have it any other way, but... oh well, I wouldn't say it's unrealistic. In my personal performing experience, the most nervous ones perform the best. (So... what is that saying for my boy Reddy? Good things only.)

I've already had the opportunity to geek out about Be Our Guest yesterday, but... I mean, just look at them! Carlos doesn't need actual candles to be on fire, Ashlyn is stealing the scene without any lines in it, Gina is absolutely gorgeous, and don't even get me started on EJ and Big Red looking at their girls in absolute awe! This is everything!

Aww, look at them! Gina and Ashlyn dancing together, I mean. They're sisters and it really shows. And I love them both so much.

Kourtney is an absolute show-stealer! I'm still upset about some casting choices (one of them is in this scene, doing his absolute best with the crumbs he has been given), but she is absolutely perfect. I think I'll rewind and watch this entire scene again before moving on with the rest of the episode.

I'd just like to point out that Frankie's voice in his lower register is everything!

'You absolutely dusted that stage'... Not EJ making a pun so punny even I could not have thought of it... boy is absolutely smitten!

Not me tearing up when Jordan Fisher appeared as Gina's brother... like, I knew it was happening — I knew it even before it was announced. And I still teared up because, well, it's emotional in-universe and out.

Awww, my boy Reddy is so in love with Ashlyn... I mean, who wouldn't be... but — not Ricky saying Lily might not be as mean as they thought. Especially not to Big Red of all people. To him, she was just as mean as they thought.

'Side hustle project in the south hallway'? Ooh, what is it, I want to know now!

Why do I feel like things are a bit too awkward between Kourtney and Howie? Not that I'm too invested in their relationship, but if it bothered me, imagine how it must feel for the stans.

No, Ash, you absolutely do not need to add any fancy riffs to the song! Especially not just because L... well, that girl did it. You're unique and lovely and a literal Disney princess inside and out. That girl? She's just a wolf in a sparkling golden dress.

Awww... Big Red literally lowers Ash's blood pressure! Those two are such an amazing couple! (Full disclosure, though, he kind of does the same for me too; the other night I had this horrible nightmare, and I woke up in cold sweat in the middle of the night, and then... ok, getting too personal there.) The point is, if even the fantasy of a Big Red hug makes me feel better, imagine what his actual presence would do for Ash at that moment. Where is my boy? Everyone seems to be looking for him.

Oh... guess they took my advice to give the poor boy something for his vomiting issue. Good for whoever thought of it.

And we're back to the Porter siblings... forgive me if I still can't wrap my head around calling Gina's brother Jamie. I don't know about you guys, but thanks to my lovely new friend Paz he will always be Theodore to me. I guess we can headcanon that as his middle name. Anyway, I love it that they made a joke about the hilarious height difference between him and Gina because, well, it's the only thing I can think about when I look at the two of them. It reminds me of me and my little cousin who has been taller than me since she was 10, and is still growing taller now at 13. But, I mean, it's not very hard to be taller than me, since I'm so, so short... ok, this is not about me. Moving on.

Was I the only one who actually laughed out loud at Ricky drinking from the bowl as the Beast? I mean, that part has always made me laugh in the original movie, but something about Ricky's take on it makes it even funnier.

Meanwhile, my girl Ash is absolutely killing it as Belle. Not me having the very same expression as Big Red while watching her... gosh, I love both of them so much! Also, no offence to the rest of the cast, but Julia really is the best vocalist out there. Out of all of them. I said what I said.

My apologies to Ricky, but his voice is just not it when it comes to playing the Beast. Still, with the other option being him putting on that fake deep voice from the audition, I'm glad he didn't.

Ahhhh Portwell nation you ok guys? Since we didn't get them singing Something There, this is very much the next best thing... and boy, is it good!

Those glances between Kourtney and Howie, on the other hand... what on Earth is happening there?

Ok, so you all know just how strongly I feel about Seb's casting as Chip, and yet... boy had one line and absolutely ate it up! Give him an actual singing role next time, Miss Jenn!

EJ being starstruck by Jamie not because he's a big music producer, but because he's Gina's brother... excuse me while I sob!

Excuse me, what!!!! 'A big brother figure'? Boy, this didn't turn out the way I thought it would... now I'm scared.

Way to ruin things, Jamie! And I don't even mean the fact that his name is not Theodore. It doesn't matter what his name is anymore. He might just have put a spanner in the works of Portwell, and they were just doing so well! Ugh, I'm so frustrated. I wish I'd never boarded — what did I call it — 'the majestic S.S. Portwell'. What if it doesn't set sail now?

And there goes another disappointment... Carlos' 'the orchestra hasn't vamped this much since Bop to the Top' line had nothing to do with Seblos, and everything to do with what might still be the downfall of this show. I am not ready.

No. Miss Jenn did not just say that. She did not just tell Ricky — who, may I remind you, not that anyone's forgotten, just fell off of a high place last episode — to 'jump off of something high'. I realise she's under all the pressure, but that is not an excuse. Well, at least she heard herself.

Oh my gods... Nini — well, Nina, actually — did not just call him 'Richard', did she? That's it, that's the point of no return. And well, I kind of wanted them to reach it.

Told you, didn't I? I told you that-girl-who-must-not-be-named was evil! I always follow my intuition and it has not once deceived me. Redeem that, if you can! Guess what? You can't. We've just reached another point of no return.

Wait, a bloody cliffhanger? I cannot handle this. I physically cannot handle this. If you need me, I'll be sitting on my bed in shock, trying to process everything that happened. I'll need a while to get a grip on myself.

[gwynsnesta]

Take On The World - Gwynriel

Gwyn and Emerie had been invited for a dinner at the River House with the Inner Circle. It would be near the tenth time the two Valkyrie’s had been invited. Their High Lady and High Lord seemed to like them very much. Azriel couldn’t blame them. Not even Amren could find something to hate about them. They were too kind and perfect.

Azriel had winnowed Gwyn in while Mor, herself, had gotten Emerie from Windhaven. Gwyn had been so nervous when Az had gone to check on her. She was pacing back and forth believing that she was a burden and only being invited because they wanted to see Emerie. That Nesta would get piss if they left her out. He assured her that wasn’t the case.

“But what if they actually hate me and they’re just lying about it?” Gwyn had asked with tears in her eyes. His shadows had given her a comforting hug before Azriel was allowed to. He stayed with her and listened to all her worries.

“Honey, they love you. Just like I do.” He kissed her forehead, “You’re Auntie Gwyn to Nyx. I don’t think they’d give you that title if they didn’t like you.” He murmured and she chuckled lightly against his chest. “You are a part of our family. Our friend. You paint with Feyre every weekend. You and Rhys have a bond like Nesta and I, Cassian and Feyre. You’re our family too.” He would tell her time and time again. For all eternity if need me. Because she deserved it.

“You better not be lying to me.” Gwyn would say back. Azriel couldn’t help but truly laugh at this. “I would never lie to you, Gwynie.” He whispered as his shadows danced for her. “You’re mine and I am yours. Always and forever.”

“Always and forever.” She replied.

They arrived quickly because they were already running behind due to Gwyn’s almost breakdown. Not that Azriel would complain. One day at a time for the both of them. Feyre had greeted them at the door with a hug to each and a kiss on the cheek. Everyone else was already here.

Nesta and Cassian laughing with Lucien who had his arm wrapped around Elain as she smiled. He may have once felt love for her but now he felt the sibling love. She was his sister. Lucien was slowly becoming a brother. Amren was having a private chat with Varian. Rhys, Mor and Emerie were playing with Nyx, and Feyre chatted along with Gwyn about her training and their painting classes.

It was well into the night, after they ate, when everyone was starting to wind down that Rhys and Cassian had almost cornered Azriel. “What?” He had snapped after being split from Gwyn who was on the other side of the room with Nesta.

“We want you to sing.” Cassian replied back smirking.

“And why would I do that?” Az muttered trying to keep one eye on his brothers and the other on Gwyn.

“Because you haven’t sung for us.” Rhys told him, “Gwyn has. You haven’t. You aren’t equals if you haven’t both sung.” Cassian nodded to Rhys.

“You’re telling me that Gwyn and I aren’t equals because she’s sung for you and I haven’t?” Azriel raised a brow, “You’re both fucking delusional.” His brothers gave him a big pout but it wouldn’t work on him.

“Oh please sing!” Gwyn clapped happily. He looked up at her and she’d moved from across the room to behind his brothers. “You have such a wonderful voice, Az.” She seemed so happy and he didn’t want to ruin it.

“One song and that’s it. For at least another five hundred years.” Azriel responded.

“Deal!” Cassian almost shouted.

Azriel took the centre of the room with his Rhys passing him a guitar from his other-worldly cupboard. It still creeped Az out at times. How one thing wasn’t there and the next minute it was.

“Thank you.” He muttered to Rhys as he began his song. One he wrote himself for a certain redhead. He didn’t care if he was her mate or not. He cared that he loved her. Who needs a mating bond when he has the best woman ever.

Just say the word

We'll take on the world

Just say you're hurt

We'll face the worst, oh

Azriel’s eyes moved to Gwyn. Everyone held their breaths at the lovely sound of his voice. Such love and such care inside each word. His heart felt full, his body felt warm. He felt… happy.

I can see, see the pain in your eyes

Oh believe, believe me and I have tried

No I won't, I won't pretend to know what you've been through

You should know, I wish it was me not you

And just say the word

We'll take on the world

And just say you're hurt

We'll face the worst

Gwyn held tears in her eyes. Az hadn’t moved his eye contact from her. There was only her. No one else. He couldn’t imagine his life without her. If something would ever happen - he just couldn’t. His shadows swarmed around her, dancing to his song. Playing with her hair. Grabbing at her.

Nobody knows you the way that I know you

Look in my eyes I will never desert you

And just say the word

We'll take on the world

And it's the fight

The fight of our lives

You and I we were made to thrive

Oh yeah

And I am your future

And I am your past

Never forget we were built to last

Azriel watched as Gwyn’s cheeks blushed. He didn’t care that there were other people here. To him at that moment there weren’t.

Step out of the shadows and into my life

Silence the voices thay haunt you inside

And just say the word

We'll take on the world

And just say you're hurt

We'll face the worst

Azriel meant every lyric. He’d face the worst with Gwyn. All her nightmares, their pasts, their future together. As long as he had her by his side, he’d be okay. Dead or alive. Together forever and always.

Nobody knows you the way that I know you

Look in my eyes I will never desert you

And just say the word

We'll take on the world

We'll take on the world

Oh oh oh oh

And nobody knows you

The way that I know you

And nobody knows you

The way that I know you

He felt something snap into place as he watched Gwyn’s reaction. Azriel knew what it was but he was too afraid to admit it. At least yet.

We'll fight, we'll crawl, into the night

I won't let go with you by my side

The calm, the storm we'll face it all

But the word echoed in his mind like a chant. His mate. Mate.

And just say the word

We'll take on the world

And nobody knows you

The way that I know you

Look in my eyes I will never desert you

And just say the word (just say the just say the word)

We'll take on the world

Take on the world

When he finished they all clapped. Gwyn was by his side in a minute placing a delicate kiss on his lips as her tears fell. He hadn’t realised he held tears of his own until she wiped them away. Az held her tightly as he stood.

“Bloody hell!” Cassian patted him on the back, “You’re one lucky girl, Gwyn.” He laughed proudly.

“I’m the lucky one.” Azriel corrected. She blushed furiously. He smiled at her and kissed the side of her forehead as his other family members said how proud they were.

The night drawled on until Azriel winnowed Gwyn home. She was half asleep as he held her in his arms from the River House to his bedroom. Their bedroom. They’d moved in together even if they hadn’t done anything past making out. But he didn’t mind. Not when she laid on his chest and he could kiss her.

Gwyn was only able to change from her dress to his top before lying on the bed. He moved her so she was under the covers and hugging him. He wanted to cry. To die at her cuteness.

“You know, I’d take on the world with you any day.” She whispered to him, “Because I love you.”

“I love you too, darling.” He hugged her so tightly. Azriel couldn’t believe he was her mate! He didn’t believe for long he deserved her. But maybe… he did.

There and then he promised he’d tell her soon. At a nice dinner. Where he could sing to her afterwards. As she slept on his chest, he wrote his song for her. One of love and happiness. Of peace in his world of violence. Of light and dark. Of a kind priestess and a brooding spymaster.

He’d tell her. Tomorrow. The next day. It didn’t matter. But he’d tell her. Mate. It was if she was calling him home. As if she was his home.

[nnightskiess]

r e q u e s t : Hi ! How are you ? I’m so sad as to what happened with Naya she was a huge inspiration in my life and It hit me really bad But I want to ask for an imagine where you are Santana’s little sister and you come in to join the glee club and you’re better then Rachel and she starts saying stuff but you pop off on her and Santana backs you up?? If you can, sorry if it doesn’t make sense

                                                             ✫彡

Y/N sat cross-legged on a chair in the back row, texting one of her friends to try and pass the time. Mr. Schuester was late, as always. Her older sister, Santana, walked in with Brittany close behind her. They sat down in the chairs in front of Y/N and turned around to the younger Lopez to engage her in their conversation. 

Their conversation was cut short when a loud clap of hands and an exciting yelp, coming from no other than Rachel Berry, interrupted them. Santana immediately rolled her eyes, knowing she was about to say something stupid again. 

“You guys, I have amazing news!”

Y/N groaned loudly, knowing whatever Rachel had to say would probably only have interest to Rachel herself.

“I just made up my mind on what song I’ll be singing for regionals.” She went to stand in front of the group. If she had paid close attention, she’d seen that not all of them were pleased with her statement. 

“What you’ll be singing?” Y/N cocked an eyebrow when Rachel stared at her for a few seconds. “We can all sing, we’re not your ensamble.”

“Didn’t you see how much everyone loved my solo at sectionals?! I want... I mean, we want that same standing ovation for regionals!” 

“Oh, hell no.”

Puck cleared his throat, looking between Y/N and Rachel. “I kind of think Little-Lopez has a point.” 

“Yeah, why can’t someone else get a solo this time? Sure, you’re an amazing singer but maybe you should give someone else a... chance... for once?” Artie tried to reason with her but his voice slowly died down after seeing Rachel’s disappointed expression.

The girl looked at Y/N for a split second only to see her with her arms crossed and a sneer on her face.

“So I’m taking you guys don’t want to win regionals then? Because we won’t if we’re changing our obviously, well-oiled, brilliant plan.” She took a deep breath and scribbled the name of the song down on the whiteboard- Always Starting Over from the musical If/Then.

“Listen here, Berry.” Y/N cocked her head to one side, “That obviously, well-oiled, brilliant plan of yours makes us look like your jazz hands, dancing oompa loompa’s who are just there to try and make you look better. Well, Willy Wonka, get this- I’m done being your background furniture that you picked up along the road just because we were free to take and have piss stains all over us.”

Santana whistled proudly at the insult her younger sister had just thrown at Rachel and it earned a few hums of approval from some of the other Glee club members.

Rachel was taken back for a few seconds but regained herself and cleared her throat, “Did you forget the cheering I got after my part? Why can’t you see that that’s exactly what we need to win regionals as well?”

“Ptchh, you should get your facts checked because they weren’t cheering for you. We all know I’m the better singer out of the two of us.” 

Santana crossed her arms and gave Rachel a smirk, knowing who had won this argument. Everyone knew that the sassiness that ran in the Lopez family wasn’t only given to Santana. When it came to that, the two sisters were basically carbon copies of each other.

“That is so out of line! You talk the talk but when it comes to the performance you don’t walk the walk.” Rachel pointed a finger at the younger Lopez sibling and Y/N shot up, her fists balled up in rage. She was about to lounge at Rachel until Mr. Schue walked in.

“What is happening, guys?” 

“Y/N is throwing a spanner in the works of our way to end up on top at regionals.”

Mr. Schue put his bag down onto the piano and eyed the younger girl for a few seconds, silently asking her for an explanation.

Santana rolled her eyes, “Hardiharhar, don’t be so dramatic. Y/N just expressed her displeasure and put her in her place- the lowest of the low in the hierarchy, where she belongs.” She shrugged.

“Santana.” Was all that Mr. Schuester said before turning to Rachel, who pointed to the song written down on the whiteboard. 

“I’ve practiced this song for months and I think regionals is the right moment to finally sing it and show them what I got.” 

He nodded, “Wow, If/Then is a great musical. Are you sure you can handle this song?��

Rachel nodded enthusiastically.

“Very well then!” He turned to the group, “I think we just found our first song for regionals.” He smiled his goofy smile. Mercedes and Kurt looked at each other before rolling their eyes while Quinn sighed and sank into her chair.

Santana furrowed her eyebrows again and shook her head in disbelief, hoping she didn’t just hear him say that.

“Um...hello?” She waved her arms around until Mr. Schue looked at her. “Okay, good! You do see us! For a second I thought you completely forgot about the rest of us existing.”

Mr. Schue sighed and looked down before eyeing his students, “Listen, I know everyone here works very hard, and each of you has an amazing and unique voice, but for now I think that we should just let Rachel sing the solo at regionals. However, that doesn’t mean that I render any of you unworthy of taking the lead another time. You will all get to sing a part in the second song, I promise.”

“How’s that fair? We didn’t even get a chance to tell you what we would like to sing or show you what we got.” Mercedes spoke up.

“Rachel practices every day. She deserves to sing.” Finn shrugged.

“No one asked you, Finn.” Y/N shot at the boy, who widened his eyes in response. “You don’t have a leg to stand on in this discussion, we all know you will probably get the male lead.”

Y/N then turned back to Mr. Schue. “Everyone knows Rachel is your favourite and I’m sick of it. You treat her like she’s the best thing since sliced bread.”

“That’s not true. I don’t do favourites.”

“Yes, you do. You clearly favourite that vest because it’s all you’ve been wearing for the past two weeks.” Santana shrugged.

Mr. Schuester rubbed his temple. Having to deal with not only one, but two Lopez girls was making him age faster. Especially at times when they let their minds run rampant. 

Y/N crossed her arms. “I signed up for Glee club, not for ‘Sing-And-Smile-In-The-Background-Of-The-Rachel-Berry-Show’ club. Half the time, we’re not even on stage during her songs.”

“Wait, does that club exist?” Brittany mumbled under her breath. 

“Guys, when have I ever steered you wrong? Please, trust me on this.” Mr. Schuester placed his hand on his heart. 

“I think you’re just jealous.” Rachel’s tone was challenging as she sat down next to Finn. 

Y/N shot up again.

“Yes, you might know how to sing, but you’ll never be able to leave the audience as impressed as I ever will.” 

Santana now shot up as well.

“Qué acabas de decirme?” (What did you just say to me?)

Both girls made a move to lounge at Rachel but Quinn, Mike and Sam held them back. They struggled to do so while Y/N threw all the Spanish insults she knew at the girl in front of her.

“Enough!” Mr. Schuester tried but his voice didn’t stand out in the chaotic yelling. He sighed before clearing his throat.

“I want you both out.” He directed to the two sisters.

“Now!” 

Everyone fell silent and it seemed to do the trick. Y/N slowly turned to him. Mr. Schue had a stern look on his face while he glared at the siblings. He kept pointing at the door. 

“Fine.” Y/N grabbed her backpack, waited for Santana to dust herself off and grab her belongings too.

“You know what? I could use a break.” Santana huffed as both of them walked out of the room. Their heads held high, no dignity lost over what just happened.

They walked to the football bleachers where Santana immediately lit up a sigaret. 

“Do you think he kicked us out... permanently?” 

It was times like these, when it was only the two of them, where Y/N still depended on her older sister. 

“Maybe.” Santana shrugged her shoulders, “If he can’t appreciate having you in the club then that’s his loss.”

Santana gave Y/N  a playful nudge with her shoulder when the younger Lopez still seemed deep in thought. Y/N looked up to see Santana’s soft smile and she immediately sent her a goofy smile back. 

“They can’t go to regionals without us. And if they do find a way, we’ll just have to start our own Glee club, huh?” She smirked. “I’m sure it won’t take long before Mercedes is sick of it as well.” She comforted her little sister.

“Yeah, but what will we do in the meantime?”

Santana furrowed her eyebrows, wanting Y/N to elaborate.

“I can’t believe I’m about to say this- but I actually really like Glee club and I was pretty excited for regionals.”

Santana nodded, “I know you do. I can see it in your eyes when you sing.” She took another drag of her sigaret. “Between you and me, I enjoy singing in Glee club as well.” 

Y/N nodded softly and brought her legs close to her body so she could let her chin rest on her knees. 

“San?” 

Her sister hummed in return.

“Was Rachel right?” She looked up at Santana, “Am I really not giving that good of a performance?” 

“Baby, no.” Santana gave her a stern look, telling her not to go there. “You might’ve only done one couplet by yourself so far... but even in the songs where you sing background vocals, you manage to outshine the rest.”

“But there must be a reason why I haven’t got the chance to lead a song yet.”

“Yup. And that reason is Rachel, dwarf, Berry.” Santana shrugged. “You know I’d tell you if you sucked.”

Y/N laughed at that, Santana so would.

“If Mr. Schue isn’t letting us show him what we got, then we have to come up with another way to get through that head of his how capable you are of leading a song.” 

Santana suddenly stood up, put out her sigaret with her shoe and motioned for Y/N to take her hand.

It was a few days later and neither Santana or Y/N had attended Glee club after what happened on Monday. Rachel had made herself very clear to Y/N that she was very disappointed in her since Y/N’s jealousy caused the club to not be able to partake in regionals. Brittany had tried convince the two girls to join Glee club again with a clumsily, selfmade powerpoint and even Finn had kindly asked them to reconsider going back. But they simply couldn’t, at least not just yet.

But now that it was Friday, everything was ready to go. 

The two Lopez girls decided to wait a few minutes until everyone was present before they walked into the room. Mr. Schue stopped talking and turned around, a disappointed look on his face.

“We’re not here for a pity-party and we’re definitely not walking in with our tails tucked between our legs,” Santana started as a few band members shyly shuffled their way into the room, instruments in hand. 

“We just want to show you that we are fully capable of leading a song.” Y/N spoke as she shoo’d everyone to the side. 

“Hit it.”

[glee performance of tina turner’s ‘river deep, mountain high’, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=82lYMlXB-fI ]

Rachel seemed unsettled during the performance, clearly noticing how everyone else was enjoying the two sisters sing. Mr. Schue, who had seem hesitant at first, was now visibly entertained and impressed and had already long forgotten what happened a few days earlier. Rachel sunk further into her seat when she noticed that. 

Everyone knew the Lopez girls both had beautiful voices, but that they would sound so well together was news to them all. Mr. Schue now realised what a shame it was that he had never explored letting different kids sing together, and that all his attention had always been on the same people.

What topped the performance off, was the excitement in the sisters’ eyes. They were clearly having fun with the song and their minds seemed to have no memory of why they originally decided to perform. It was just them and the music they danced and sang along to.

But when the band played the last melodies, they suddenly seemed to remember and turned back around to the group with proud smirks on their faces.

On the last note, Santana held her hand up for her sister to high five.

Everyone started clapping and Mr. Schuester stood up, walking up to them.  

“Ladies! That was fantastic!” He gave Y/N a pat on her shoulder. “Now that is how you sing a song! Well done!”

Rachel silently clapped along. She would never say out loud how much she had enjoyed their performance.

“I’m sorry, Rachel, but now that I’ve seen this-” Mr. Schue rubbed his chin, “I want to try a different approach at regionals. This is what will get the crowd’s attention!” 

He turned to Rachel, an apologetic look on his face, “Do you mind giving your solo to Santana and Y/N?” 

Rachel shrugged absentmindedly, trying to make it seem like she didn’t care, “It’s healthy to have some competition. It will push me to become a better performer.” 

Mr. Schue nodded and turned back to the Lopez girls. 

“Congratulations, you two. It’s yours!”

Everyone clapped again until Santana spoke up.

“No, no, no. I’m backing out.” 

“W-why?” Confusion was written all over Mr. Schue’s face. “I thought it’s what you two wanted?"

“What I wanted was for you to realise that there are other people capable of leading a performance.” She turned to her sister, who had been confused at Santana’s decision up until now. “People like Y/N, for example. You take it. I know you can do it without me.”

Y/N tried to convince her otherwise, “But you’ve never had a solo either! We should-”

“Uh, uh.” Santana waved her finger, “I want you to take it.” 

The two had a little face off for a few seconds, it was their way of talking to each other without words. Santana cocked her head to the side, knowing Y/N was about to give in.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Fine.” 

Santana smiled widely, grabbed her sister and planted a kiss on her head.

“I’ll always back you up.” 

She winked at Y/N before the two of them went to sit down, ready for today’s Glee club.

[myblueeyedbuggers]

My Boys

Chapter 12

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11  Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader (Best Friend) Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 2420

Warnings: Slight bit of swearing

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change.

Eyup My loves! Soo How’s your week been? Good I hope, so a bit of news for you all, there’s only  two/three more chapters left till this book is finished and then we’ll be moving onto (Drum roll) The First Avenger! Woooo! I hope you’re all as excited as I am. Anyways without anymore rambling, I give you chapter 12, enjoy!

So I can safely say that the rest of the week passed pretty quickly, with only a few ‘minor’ incidents, one of em being a massive food fight caused by yours truly and Steve getting himself stuck in the basement for 2 hours after seeing, and I quote ‘a possessed girl dressed as undead batman’.

I still haven’t told him that was me….oops

Apart from that it was pretty normal, cut to today where I’ve been blessed with the task of lookin’ after my best girl for Buck’s parents anniversary whilst they go into the city to celebrate, I mean it’s the least I could do for em. Plus, the last time the lads were trusted with lookin’ after Becca, Buck’s parents came home to the entire house covered in flour with Becca laughin’ at em cause they managed to lock themselves in a cupboard. We had to call the fire department to get em outta there.

Anyways, we kicked the boys outta the house so Becca and I could have a girls day in, now don’t get me wrong I absolutely adore this girl and I would practically do anything for her.

“Y/n can we play princesses please?! Mama got some dresses from our cousin we can wear!”

I can literally feel my soul burning right now. I honestly tried to say no, there’s nothing more I hate more that being forced into them things but one look into her bright little eyes made all my resistance die away and so I uttered the words that sealed my doom. “Of course, Becs only if we can have a tea party in em”. So here we are, me in a navy style party dress, lace covered my arms and the hem of the sweetheart neckline resting just on my collarbone,  the knee length satin skirt covered my legs.

Honestly, I wasn’t as bad I thought it were gonna be, I even let my hair outta the classic ponytail it’s always in so Becca could style it a tiny bit, to her credit she did a decent job. My h/c locks fell in small waves across my back, with the longer strands near my face tucked behind my ears and Becs even convinced me to pop on some of her mama’s makeup. Now I ain’t a fool, I know makeup’s pretty expensive and only let her pop on a shimmery light gold eyeshadow and some tinted lip balm, much to her disappointment I confiscated the mascara, I refused to let that death stick near my eyeballs.

Becca looked absolutely adorable, we’d managed to find her dance dress from last year and it suited her down to the ground. Baby pink lace covered her arms up to her wrist, the middle part had little gems dotted here and there with a pink satin ribbon separating the skirt from the top, from the looks of it the skirt was made outta some layered netting that poofed outwards when she span around. Don’t ask me how but I managed to wrap some ribbons in her braids and added a lil tiara on the top of her head and if you’d asked me, she looked like a real-life princess to me.

“So, your highness, what would one prefer to do? Would one like to have tea in the parlour or waltz in the ballroom?” my attempt at the British accent was apparently appalling, judging by the level of giggles coming outs Becca’s mouth. Eventually she calmed down enough to give me an answer “I think a waltz would be most fun lady y/n” she said in an equally bad accent. Slowly a smile spread across my face as I moved over to the record payer, I didn’t even pay attention to which one I put on before I turned back to Becca and offered her my hand, lowering myself into a bow that looked like a squid tryin’ to tap dance. Very elegant I know.  

You’d think after the past few weeks I’d been with the Barnes family, I’da got used to being tackled by the siblings, but alas I am surprised every-time, hence why I’m on the floor with a hyperactive 4 year old sat on top of me. Becca’s giggles filled the entire room, she quickly got off me and started jumping around to the sound of the jumpin’ jive and leaving me to slowly die on the floor, for all of 5 seconds before she yanked my arm outta my socket to get me dancing with her. I swear this girl isn’t even human, one second she’s sweet and delicate the next she’s bulldozing people to the ground and pullin’ em to the next life, I mean she’s 4 she shouldn’t be that strong!

Thank the lord she’s adorable. Quickly the music took over my mind, my feet moving along to the music, Becca was doin’ some twirls around me with the biggest smile on her face, I don’t know what made me do it but I grabbed her gently by the waist and spun us around in time to the music, her little arms reached into the air as we both laughed our heads off. Of course, me being me, I lost my balance and my butt suddenly met the sofa, with Becca landing next to me with a small yelp, it was quiet for all of 2 seconds before we burst out laughin’. Think it took us about 3 minutes before we calmed down, a comfortable silence fell between us, the music slowly faded to a stop as the record reached its end, and we stayed like this for a while before Becca broke the silence.

“Y/n, can you sing like mama? She don’t do it often cause it reminds her of my nana….” My eyes drifted over to Becs, her lil eyes dulled a little when she said it and now they were filled with a small glimmer of hope, and I really didn’t wanna be the reason for that light goin’ out. If I were being completely honest singin’ wasn’t something I ever wanted to do again, during my time with the Црни лабуд, singing was the only thing that made me feel like….well me I guess. It was the only sliver of light in so many years of darkness and once I was free from them I made myself a silent vow that I’d never do it again, that I was a new person. But one look in her little eyes was enough to make me break it. “I ain’t too bad, only know a couple of songs on the piano but I can try if you wanna”

Apparently Becca didn’t need to be told twice, in a flash of pink she was off to the other room, bellowing for me to follow her, I mean it ain’t like I gotta choice in the matter is it ? the sound of something hitting the floor in the room opposite me made me move even quicker (if that were even possible). Becca was stood in front of a oldish looking piano, a small bench was tuned over in front of her, and a white sheet was discarded on the floor next to her as she bounced up and down excitedly, I couldn’t help the smile on my face as I turned the bench over on it’s feet. Not even 2 seconds later Becca clambered up on it and looked at me with a bright smile, I swear she gets cuter every second like how does this happen ? I try it and I end up put away in a mental asylum.

“You got any requests princess ?” my legs carried me across the room and towards the seat, cracking my knuckles together and stretching out my fingers before turning to look at the younger lass, a look of concentration covered her face in response and it took her a few seconds to answer. “Dream a little dream of me ? think that’s what mama calls it” I swear I tried to stop the soft smile, but I really couldn’t help it this time. “sure sweetheart” and with that I hit the opening notes, the feeling of the keys under my fingertips were so familiar it was like no time had passed since I last played, I kept my voice soft and quiet as I sang. I think I was halfway through my second verse when I felt Becca cuddle into my side, she ducked her head under my arm and put her head in my lap, a soft yawn left her mouth as her eyes started to close to the sound of the music. It was at the end of the song that I looked at her again, soft snores escaped her mouth and her hand was grasping gently at the top of my skirt, I felt my heart melt even more that I thought possible, completely unaware of the small audience I’d gathered until a small cough came from behind me.

Aw shit…..

Bucky’s POV

If you’d told me a year ago, that after spending a couple of hours at Coney island with my best mate I’d come home to what must be an angels voice singing my sister to sleep. I’da never of believed ya, think you coulda imagined our confusion when me and Steve heard piano coming from the dining room. Steve shot me a look of pure bewilderment, and I couldn’t blame the guy to be honest, “thought you’d said your mama gave up piano couple a years ago”. I’m guessing my face mirrored his, cause I ain’t the slightest clue either, mama stopped playin’ years ago so who the heck could it be? “yeah she did bud, swore she’d never set her hands on it again…..”. I’m completely and utterly baffled at this point, where’s Y/n when ya need her ? she’d figure this out.

We both took a step towards the closed door, eager to know what the hell was going on when something stopped me, the sweetest sound I’d ever heard in my life sang along with the melody, I coulda sworn it sounded like the lullaby mama sang to us when we were kids. I guess I spent too long listening cause Stevie boy pushed past me and walked in, the sounds were so much clearer and more vibrant it felt like I’d died and gone to heaven right then and there. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I realised just who was creating this beautiful sound, there she was, sat in front of the piano as her fingers danced gracefully across the keys. Her voice, oh god her voice sounded like that of an angel, the weak afternoon sun shone over her hair and made her look even more angelic than humanly possible. I barely even noticed Becca asleep in her lap before Y/n finished her song and the ever-living pain in my ass decided to reveal that we were there. I mean he coulda chosen any other way of revealing our presence but no he had to let out the tiniest little cough, coulda got her back for the eyebrow incident….

Y/n literally went stiff as a board before she turned to look at us, her cheeks were red as a rose and a sheepish smile covered her face, it was only a couple of seconds after that both Steve and I noticed what she was wearing, he burst out laughin at her but me, I for once in my life couldn’t say a damn thing. She looked absolutely breath taking, her hair fell down in soft waves and framed her face, the shade of blue in her dress brought out the small flecks of green in her e/c eyes and brought out her hourglass figure. Her lips were drawn into a natural pout and it was that second it dawned on me she asked me somethin’….shit.  

“whaaaa…….” Nice one Bucky.

Steve, the lil punk, could barely stop himself laughin’, at some point he’d moved to take Becca off Y/n and stood behind y/n with his fist in his mouth to smother his laughter. My best friend ladies and gentlemen. If looks could kill he’d be 10 feet under right now.

“Buck ? I was askin’ if you were okay ?” Y/n’s face showed a tiny bit of confusion and much to my horror amusement, “YeAh I’m okay….” And just at the moment puberty strikes in the form of a voice crack, as if this weren’t embarrassing enough. At this point Steve was barely keeping it together, he had actual tears coming outta his eyes and went bright red in the face tryin’ to stop himsen laughing, in front of me y/n furrowed her eyebrows and did look genuinely concerned for my mental state. She didn’t say anything for a few seconds, just looked at me before she lifted her hand to my forehead and held it here for a minute, thank god Steve chose to leave the room before this or I’da never heard the end of it.

“You sure you’re okay, feelin’ a bit warm and ya actin weirder than usual Buck” okay quick say something before this gets even more embarrassing, first thing that pops into ya head in 3,2,1…

“Yeah I’m sure, think I ate somethin’ funky down at the pier, makin’ me real gassy”……why am I like this? Normally I can charm any girl of their feet but with y/n, I’ma bumbling mess.  She didn’t say a damn word, she just raised her eyebrows whilst a small smirk covered her face, before she turned and left me to have a very small breakdown underneath the dining table.

Meaning I let out a noise that sounded like a bear stubbing it’s toe in the middle of winter.

I thought my luck couldn’t get any worse, but nooo old lady luck decided today I needed a second helping, cause the second I did that Y/n walked back into the room. Brilliant. I was too busy stumbling over my words to processes what she was doin’, before I knew it she’d walked back to me and stood on her tip toes….then planted a small kiss on my cheek.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered Barnes”

And just like that, she left me with my jaw on the ground and heart beatin’ outta my chest, cause I’m starting to think that she was right. I’m sure as hell coming down with something, and I’m pretty sure it ain’t a regular ol’ bug…..

SOOO, if you got this far hope you enjoyed it, as always any feed back or constructive criticism is welcome, thank so much for reading and hope you have a great day/night/week.

lots of love

Rose xxx

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Male Companions react to their baby/babies’s first words being “dad”

(I um...may or may not have even more maxson smut in the works so I’ll try my best to get through some cute fluff stuff first 😌 also I may have gotten carried away with a few of them 😭)

Danse:

The former Paladin didn’t ever imagine he’d ever be so lucky. Here he was, his best friend turned wife snuggled into his side as the both of you lovingly watched the newest addition to your family, his sweet little baby, as they rolled around on the carpeted floor. Just as he thought the night couldn’t have been better, that sweet little amber eyed child crawled up his lap, braced themselves with their tiny fingers clutching onto the chain of his dog tags before..

“Daddy!” They happily squealed, effectively making Danse gasp before smiling and scooping his child in his hands as he leaned back- holding them against his chest. He felt complete.

Deacon:

After everything Deacon had been through, he thought this whole predicament would forever be out of his reach. Boy was he happy he was wrong. Thankfully, you weren’t out on a mission- unless you consider going to the power noodle stand for dinner a mission. Regardless that meant that he was at home watching his little bundle of joy while you were out.

He couldn’t help himself but give in, he was supposed to be putting his baby to sleep but they just wouldn’t go down. So, he decided to play around with them, waving their prized teddy bear above them whilst talking to them with the infamous “baby voice.”

However within moments he dropped the bear, hearing his baby coo..

“Dada.” All with a cute bubbly grin.

“Yeah..that’s right.” Deacon would quickly respond, pushing his shades up to rest on his head. “I’m daddy.” He practically would coo back, scooping them up, only to laugh as they reached up and stole his glasses.

Gage:

Okay, Gage wasn’t one to cry no matter what the circumstance. Especially if it was over something emotional...that is, until the birth of his precious little baby. Boy, had they ran him through the runner, the mere idea of what danger they’d be in from literal birth because of their parents was good enough to make Gage feel as though he aged at least an additional five years.

No matter what though, it was all worth it when he was able to sit down and enjoy moments like the ones playing out before him.

The raider had momentarily went back inside the grille to grab something to drink, quietly emerging from the steel doors to be met with the sight of your moonlight silhouettes on the balcony. You holding his baby up with one hand, the other pointing off to some far off formation of stars that you pointlessly explained to your child. Once he finally approached, he felt his once frozen heart swell in his chest as he laid eyes upon his baby, their little hands wrapped around their favorite plushie...until they registered that the man coming up behind their mommy was...

“Da da!” They happily muttered, making their father’s one good eye widen to the size of a saucer. With a shaky breath, the oh so fearsome raider would reach into your arms to run his thumb across his baby’s plump little cheek.

The second you looked over your shoulder at him you couldn’t believe your eyes. There he was, a single tear rolling down his cheek and a pleased grin shaping his lips.

Hancock:

At first he didn’t fully understand. He had been playing some old record you found ages ago, dancing around with his sweet little baby in his arms when they spoke up in that tiny voice of their’s. However when he turned the music down and they enthusiastically beamed at him, leaning to where they could stare into his darkened eyes and say...

“Daddy..” with the cutest little coo..

Oh lord he couldn’t contain himself, going full speed to go find wherever you went off to and trying to get them to repeat it. Hell, if you didn’t stop him, he’d carry your child all around goodneighbor, telling everyone he could what their first words were.

Macready:

Internally, Mac did a little victory dance. He didn’t mean to, but he couldn’t help but find his mind drifting off to the memory of Duncan’s first words. He had tried for so long to coax his son into saying “dada.” Or just something similar...but much to his surprise, his first child’s first words were literally....”doggy.” In honor of the stray dog that would routinely pester their little farm.

So, when your baby looked up at him with those lovely eyes reminiscent of your own, their cute chubby little hands on either side of his face and plainly babbled..

“Dada..”

He couldn’t contain his joy.

Maxson:

He couldn’t believe it.

With one of his two babies put down for their nap and the other in his arms, he shone a bright proud smile.He flinched the slightest bit when the twin that was still awake tugged at his beard, however before he could put them beside their sibling-

“Da..da.” His precious little dark haired baby cooed, drooling with quite possibly the sweetest smile the young father had ever seen plastered on their little chubby face.

The elder’s bright eyes somewhat widened as he gazed at the baby, that proud smile impossibly growing wider. Their first words..Oh he was so proud. Right then and there he felt like he was going to explode from joy, a very strange and foreign feeling for him to experience.

Once he finally put his baby to sleep and was able to go back to your sleeping form he unfortunately was whipped with the crippling reality..one day he was going to have to raise that sweet little child to be a soldier.

Nick:

There wasn’t much he loved more than spending time with his new family, especially times like this where his miracle of a baby was propped up on his lap- the upper part of their body resting against the dark hickory style wood of his desk as the detective aimlessly tried to sort out files.

Just when he was about to hand his little one back to you, suddenly they whined, grabbing onto the tan ragged lapels of his trenchcoat.

“Daddy!” They shrieked, pulling with what little strength they could muster to try to climb back in their father’s embrace. At first he was shocked, his golden eyes flickering before he flashed a toothy smile, happily pulling his little one back to him before leaning back in his swivel chair so they could finally be happy and rest against their father’s chest.

Old Longfellow:

Look, making long story short, he cried. Like, full on tears of joy. He wasn’t an emotional one and if he was ever asked just why he had such a strong response, he’d completely blame it upon his newfound sobriety but..when his “miracle” of a baby stood up in his lap- looking him dead on with their kind, innocent eyes, just to smile and plainly say

“Daggy..”

Oh god he couldn’t help it. Even if they were off by a little bit, he knew what they were saying and the words were good enough to send him into a fit of happy tears.

Preston:

It was early, far too early for you to be awake, but that didn’t stop your precious little one. Luckily Preston was always a morning person, finding a way to expertly sneak around the creaky floorboards of your home to reach his baby somehow before they managed to let out a peep.

Call it a father’s intuition.

This had become such a running thing that it was just routine by now, every morning starting with him grabbing his own little “mini me”, placing them on his hip and singing along to a song or two as he gathered breakfast.

However unlike most mornings, this time the little child greeted their father with a big toothless grin- making cute “grabby hands” for him as they squealed

“Papa!”

He felt like he was struck with lightening, his own smile taking over his face as he practically leaped to pick them up. Twirling them around when he scooped their little body up.

He couldn’t wait to tell you.

Sturges:

It had been a long day of repairs for him, like always. No matte what though, he was the happiest he had been in his entire life. Holed up in your little humble home in sanctuary with you lounging out next to him, life couldn’t be any sweeter.

That is until your newly able to walk child walked towards the two of you, a glimmering piece of metal that upon further inspection would be travels to be a small socket wrench in their hand. With a cute, proud grin on their face- they’d unsteadily toddle towards their father, placing the object on his lap.

“Papa!” Their sweet little voice chirped, causing a look of pure shock to overwhelm the previously resting man.

Grinning ear to ear, the synth man would practically rip his utility gloves off so he could grab his little one by their tiny waist, hoisting them up and above his head. He’d proceed to make little “vertibird” like noises as he gently swayed them, causing them to turn into a messy of squirmy giggles. If anyone asked him what his heaven would’ve been, it would be this. This one particular moment.

X6-88:

Falling in love with you in the first place was already a scary experience for him. Finding out that somehow he managed to get you pregnant months later, that was reality shattering. He loved it though. More so, he loved his little child- their birth making him feel so human like, but in the best of ways. However he was once again put into that state of wondrous, exciting fear when his little curly headed toddler grabbed his coat- affectively grabbing his attention so he would be met eye to eye with their similar icy gaze.

“Daddy..?” Their sweet little voice called to him, looking up in such a way that made his heart physically twinge. However, before he even knew what he was doing, he knelt down, adjusted them onto his hip before kissing their nose.

He...he could get used to this.