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The Princess and The Duke Chapter 2 More than meets the Eye Stepdad!Dave York x Cam Worker!Reader

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Your mom arrived home at the same time as you, her makeup a mess and her clothes dishevelled. Panic rose in your throat as you hurried over to her cherry-red Escalade. You had called out to Dave for help, only for his terrified look to drop into something you could only call an acceptance of inevitability.

He helped you get your mom into bed with minimal effort and now you’re sat, fingers drumming angrily on the breakfast island as you chew through your cold burger and fries. You can hear your mom and Dave bickering upstairs as Dave’s double cheeseburger with extra bacon sits in its foil across from you.

You can’t explain it, the heat rising in your chest as you listen to your mom scold Dave like he was the one to traipse back into the house looking like he’d fucked half the neighbourhood. For sure, good on your mom for having a great time, but not at the expense of someone so fucking undeserving as Dave.

I’ve known this man less than forty-eight hours and already I want to protect him like a kicked puppy.

You scold yourself internally as you put Dave’s untouched burger and fries in the fridge, if he doesn’t eat it, you will devour it later. You dump your wrappers in the trash and head up to your new room. Your head is spinning, the fucked-up scenes of your mom coming home smelling of cheap cologne and another man’s sweat and Dave just accepting it playing over and over. It makes you angry in a way you can’t place.

You’re pacing as you draw a bath, your angst playlist raging through your Bluetooth speaker as you try to sift through the jet lag, anger, and for some reason, shame. You’re not even sure why you’re so angry. Is it because your mom didn’t text you? Even after you texted her? Or is it because she’s clearly cheating on Dave and that he knows.

You pull up local events on your phone, looking for something, anything going on tonight so you could make an excuse to be out of the house. You’re angry at them both. Your mom for cheating on what you could only ever describe as a fine ass man.

And then there’s Dave.

You’re furious at him for being so self-assured and interesting around you, only to roll over and let your mom verbally abuse him the moment she graced his home – their home – with her disgraceful state. You’re too angry to rationalise or even justify the feelings coiling and writhing in your chest. You’ve known Dave properly for less than two days, but fuck, you’re livid.

You’ve often hated ex-boyfriends and flings of your mom’s and for good reason. Darren was an alcoholic, even rivalling your mom’s drinking. Jason was a bland man with no discernible positive qualities, but from the noises that came from your mom and his bedroom at that one lake-house vacation, you could tell he could fuck. And then there’s Dave.

Handsome, funny, smart, capable. And this is how she treats him?

You feel like you’re losing it, you’re twisting yourself into knots over a marriage that has existed for just over a year. Over a man you barely know, and a mother you know all too well to be surprised at. You hear the gurgle of the bath’s overflow and catch it just before it spills over.

You turn off the faucet just in time and sigh as you slump down onto your knees. You rest your head against the tub as you mash out an angry text to your dad.

You: wtf is wrong with mom?

Your message is seen almost immediately before three dots appear in a ripple as he texts back.

Dad: Warum? Was ist los?

You: Vater, Englisch.

You type back, already smiling through your foul mood as your dad messes with you. You’re more or less fluent verbally but you always struggle to read and write it, and he knows it.

Dad: Ok, what’s going on?

You: She’s cheating on her new husband already, what the fuck?!

The dance of three dots plays out for some time, then disappear and leave you hanging. You press the heel of your palms into your eyes before you pull them away to up the volume on your speaker through your phone.

You hear your mom shouting at you from outside the door to turn the music down and suddenly you’re fifteen again, you feel small and pathetic as you turn the volume down a little and slide into the bath with a sigh. You flick through local events and see there’s a blues night at a local club and make a note of it before a message from an unknown number pops up in your notifications.

Unknown: Hey, can we talk? It’s Dave.

You consider telling him to go fuck himself, or simply responding with a curt no. But you refrain from answering, dropping your phone onto the bathmat before submerging yourself under the hot, lavender-scented bath water. Your fingers slide over your skin as you decide an orgasm would make you feel better. It does, but morbidly, only because your mind is still full of thoughts of Dave.

~*~

The jazz club is packed as you try and find somewhere to sit, your overpriced beer in one hand, your phone in the other. You navigate groups of people of all ages as you appreciate the exposed brickwork and hardwood flooring of the establishment. You adjust your tight black leather trousers as you sit down, your crimson, strapless bustier a little slutty for the occasion but you don’t care. With any luck you’re going to get laid tonight.

Anything beats going home.

You’re off towards the side of the stage, the view less than optimal but that doesn’t really matter as you’re not really here for the show. You just needed to get out of that fucking house. You’d taken a painfully expensive Uber to get here, and you were going to make the most of it.

You scroll through your phone as you hear the musicians tuning up back-stage. Your father still hasn’t texted you back, and Dave has left a string of messages but you’re leaving him on read. You’d snuck out of the house earlier without either of them seeing.

Dave: Please, your mother is worried about you, she’s sorry she forgot your flight was yesterday.

Dave: Can you at least text her to let her know where you are?

Dave: Get home safe.

The last message pulls at your chest as you re-read the messages. You sigh and wiggle your thumbs over the keyboard, trying to decide if you want to answer him or not, but before you can make that decision the band comes on stage.

“Thank you all for coming out here tonight, we’re the Bluez Brotherz and we’ve got some killer tunes for you tonight. Enjoy!”

You look up from your phone and your mouth drops open in bemusement. True to their name, all four men are wearing dark suits, black ties, sunglasses and black fedoras. Just like in the film. But that’s not what shocks you, you’d seen their band name on the event page.

No, what has you reeling is the saxophone player. It’s Dave.

You pull up your camera and take photos, you need evidence of this to lord over Dave at a later date, when you hope you can stop being angry at him. The band starts with a cover of Gimme Shelter by The Rolling Stones, and you can’t help but like them already.

You sip on your beer as you occasionally take some more photos of Dave on the sly. But for the most part, you just listen to the music, and study Dave from your seat. They reach the middle of their set and take a break for refreshments. Dave sets down his silver saxophone on a stand and hops off the stage. You watch as women fawn over him as he makes his way to the bar, you can hardly blame them, you were only touching yourself in the bath to thoughts of him this morning.

You decide to make your move as he reaches the bar, you need another drink anyway. You saunter up to him, low heels clicking on the hardwood floors, a plan formulating already as you practice a few voice training exercises to get your throat warmed up.

~*~

Dave orders for the whole band as they schmooze with some of the event attendees. He isn’t built for small talk and fending off women. So, as always, he volunteered to get the intermission drinks.

“Hey there handsome, you look good with a saxophone between your lips, seems like you’re pretty good with your mouth huh?”

The all too familiar voice makes Dave flinch visibly as he recognises Princess Luna’s voice. He turns slowly, and his stomach drops as he sees who’s voice it actually is. You.

“Chill the fuck out Dave, I’m just messing with you.”

Your affected voice is gone and Dave freezes for a moment, unsure if he was imagining Princess Luna’s voice when he heard you speak, or if you really did affect your voice to disguise it. He’s not sure which thought is more troubling.

But one thing is for certain, he is glad to see you. Your mother hadn’t so much as talked about you all day, his texts were a lie. It was him who was worried about you, she seemingly couldn’t care less. That troubled Dave, and he wondered if his daughters would be so estranged from him some day if he didn’t make amends with them.

~*~

“Dave?”

Your voice snaps him out of his spiral and he gives you a stern look. It makes you thrum with arousal, the way his brow creases, his jaw set in a hard line as he purses his lips. His hand flexes into a fist on the bar as his nostrils flare.

“Sorry I just didn’t expect you to be here.” He mutters as his drinks are placed on the bar.

“Right back at you,” You grumble, annoyed you didn’t get the response you were hoping for, even a hint of a laugh would have been enough, but clearly, you’ve hit a nerve, “I can leave if this makes you uncomfortable?”

Daves eyes go wide as he wraps his fingers around the bottle necks, condensation beading over his skin and you try not to stare. His face softens and he lets out a deep, emotive sigh as he turns to face you fully.

“Fuck, no. Sorry it’s just been a long day, could we sit down and talk after this? Get something to eat?”

His flustered response has your heart beating hard in your chest and you try not to whine at the smell of his cologne and the way sweat beads on his temple from the exertion of playing with such passion you can barely believe it’s him up there playing the sax.

“Sounds good, I was just going to eat your left-over burger and fries when I got home, so this is a step up.”

Dave’s lips curl up into an incredulous smile as he looks you up and down with a quick flick of his dark eyes. You’re glad you’d dressed up a little, instead of turning up in an old boyfriend’s hoodie and jeans like you’d initially planned.

“Alright, meet me backstage after the show.”

“Yes, sir!” You give him a mock salute and you clock the way Dave’s pupils dilate at the word sir. Yet another piece of information to file away in your mental David York Dossier. You swear he grumbles something under his breath as you turn back to order a drink.

“Hey Francis, this one’s on my tab.” He points at you with his thumb as the bartender reaches you.

“You got it Dave, what can I get for you?”

The man behind the bar is slight, a cropped beard accenting his strong jaw as his ice blue eyes are somehow penetrating yet warm at the same time.

“Just a beer, not about to take advantage of my-,” You pause, almost calling him your stepdad but you stop yourself, it still feels wrong to think about him that way, “My mom’s husband.”

“Uh-huh, good on you, one beer coming up.”

~*~

You watch the rest of the show from the bar, perched on a stool in full view of the stage. Dave plays like his life depends on it, revealing to you a side of him you never could have expected. He’s passionate and full of vigour and it does nothing but stoke the fire in your belly as you watch him lose himself to the music.

As their final set finishes, you’re clapping along like a seal on Adderall. The music was beautiful but the soul and passion the whole band had for it all made your heart swell with happiness. You almost forget you’re mad at Dave.

“So, what did you think?” Dave asks as you hover around the stage as the band packs up. You offered to help but it became painfully obvious that they were a well-oiled machine, you’d probably only interfere.

“It was great, I’ve always loved rhythm and blues, and your Stones covers were magnificent.” You gush, genuinely in awe at it all.

“Yeah? Your mom hates the stuff, so I wouldn’t have expected it to be your thing.”

“One thing you’re going to come to realise Dave, is that my mom and I are very different people.”

“Yeah, seems that way.”

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, tension rolling off him as he takes a deep breath. The anger from before bubbles up again and you shake your head in disbelief. This ridiculous submission to your mother’s behaviour sours the idea of spending any more time with Dave.

“Actually David, do you know what? I’m going to head home, I’m not in the mood to talk to you right now.”

Dave’s eyes snap open and there’s a darkness there, it’s cold and menacing as you take an instinctive step back. Your skin pebbles with goosebumps as you take another step. Dave moves as if to touch your arm as his face softens instantly, but you’re not having it.

“I’m getting an Uber home, don’t fucking follow me.”

Dave calls your name as you storm out, you catch Francis out of the corner of your eye, standing at the bar, looking at you with a bemused grin. You flip him off without looking in his direction. Dave calls your name again, louder this time. But you lose him in the throng of people outside. You duck down an alley and hide behind a dumpster.

Your heart is hammering in your chest as you scold yourself for acting like a fucking child.

“You’re turning thirty fucking years old next month, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

~*~

Dave is livid, scanning the sea of people outside the club, desperately tyring to pick you out. You have no right to speak to him like that. No-one speaks to him like that.

“Fucking brat.”

He hisses under his breath as he pulls out his phone to call you, it’s late, you’ve had a few beers, and despite being mad at you, he’s worried. Ever since he picked you up there’s been a burning desire to protect you seated deep in his chest. And he’s blown it already.

“She’s not going to go home with you man,” Francis’s voice makes Dave jump, and immediately he reaches for his gun. Or rather, where his gun would be if he was carrying, “Let her go.”

“Francis, if I wanted you advice I’d fucking ask for it.” Dave snarls as he tries to play off his panicked grab for the phantom chest holster as adjusting his suit jacket. Francis just leans against the brick wall of the club, taking a long, pointed draw on his vape pen. A cloud of strawberry flavoured vapour billowing over Dave as he wrinkles his nose up at the stench.

“How long has she been staying with you?”

“What?” Dave asks, blinking a few times in shock at the question.

“Simple question man, how long?”

“Since yesterday.”

Francis’s eyebrows raise at that and a smirk twitches across his lips.

“Uh-huh, and you and her mom,” Francis says with venom lacing his tone as he mentions her, “Been together what? A year?”

“Get to the fucking point Francis.” Dave snaps as he resumes his search for you in the thinning crowd but with no luck. He’s furious at himself, this is literally his job, finding people, and yet you’re eluding him like it’s nothing.

“How is it that I’ve never met her mom, and on the first damned night your stepdaughter is in town, she just waltzes in and can’t take her eyes off you?”

“Fucking hell Francis, she didn’t even know I played until she saw me on stage.” Dave’s the one getting angry now, he and Francis have been friends for a very long time, but he doesn’t appreciate the insinuation. He also doesn’t appreciate how his chest constricts at the thought of you unable to take your eyes off him.

“Sure, but the universe works in mysterious ways Dave, watch yourself around her.”

“Francis, if you don’t shut the-!”

“There she is, getting into that Uber.” Francis points with his vape pen towards you scrambling out of an alley and into your cab. Dave glares at you, then at Francis before storming off wordlessly, saxophone case gripped tightly in his hand.

As he gets to his car he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He opens the message without hesitation, but it only makes his blood boil.

You: Don’t even bother trying to talk to me when you get home.

It takes every last shred of self-control for Dave not to throw his saxophone case against the floor in frustration. He takes a steadying breath before loading up his car and driving home.

~*~

You arrive home much later than Dave, your Uber driver definitely fucking you over to make a better rate but you’re too tired and frustrated to care. You barge through the front door, not caring who sees you. Then you hear it, your mom’s voice calling your name from the kitchen and you sigh.

“Hey mom, what’s up?”

“Come in here, have a drink with me.” She’s slurring and you roll your eyes as you do as you’re told, kicking off your shoes before heading into the sad beige kitchen.

“What’re you drinking?”

You ask as you take in your mother, perched in the same stool as Dave was this morning. Her wine glass full with some kind of rosé and you gag internally.

“Wine, you want some?” She waves the almost empty bottle enthusiastically and you roll your eyes, heading to the fridge.

“Nah I’ll get a beer or something.” You call over your shoulder as you immediately look for the burger and fries you stashed away earlier, ready to dump it all into the air fryer to freshen it up. But it’s gone, you grumble to yourself as you grab some European import lager and shut the fridge.

You sit in the same seat as this morning and watch as your mom scrolls through Instagram with one hand as she slurps on her wine with the other. You tap out a rhythm on the counter with your fingertips.

“So, did you want to chat or?”

“Hmmm?” Your mom asks without even looking up. You roll your eyes and decide to change tactics.

“Dave home yet?”

“Grumpy bastard’s sulking in his man cave, seems like his evening was a bummer.” She actually fucking laughs. Your blood boils as you shake your head, you feel like you should apologise, especially now. You were taking your frustrations out on the wrong person, even if you are still mad at Dave, he clearly was having the worst night of you all.

“At least he’s got a burger to cheer him up.” You grumble to yourself as you look down the hall, you can see the basement door is open. You wonder if you should go down there to say you’re sorry.

“Oh that crap? I threw it out, you know I don’t like that garbage in the house.”

“Alright, well, this was nice.” You sigh as you head back to the fridge, downing your beer before getting two fresh ones.

“Night hon.” You mom calls after you absently as you hear the glug of wine as she refills her glass.

“Night mom.”

You could almost laugh at the ridiculous nature of the evening if you weren’t feeling so damned furious at the whole fucked up situation.

“Hey, Dave, you down there?”

You call down the stairwell, not wanting to disturb him if he was busy, or wanted to be left alone. You hear your name called from within and the way Dave says it with such hope has you biting your lip.

“Come on down, if you want?”

You don’t answer, instead just heading down without a word, beer bottles in hand as you peer into the so-called “man cave”. In reality it’s a pretty modest space, dark red carpet, mahogany panelled walls.

Dave is sprawled out on an L-shaped sofa in the middle of the room, his suit and fedora replaced by a tired looking green USMC t-shirt and grey sweatpants. His feet are bare, propped up on a glass coffee table as some sci-fi show plays on the tv. The domesticity of the scene makes you smile.

“I come baring a peace offering.” You say as you hold up the beers in your hand, hovering near the end of the sofa as Dave pauses the show.

“With my own beer?” He teases as you sit down next to him, his face set in a teasing smirk as you hand him one of the bottles.

“I’ve lived here less than two days Dave, I’ve not had a chance to do groceries, so take what you’re given.”

“You’re something else.” Dave huffs before you clink bottles in a casual toast.

“Yeah, you’re not the first man to tell me that.” You say with a soft, humourless chuckle. Dave doesn’t press, but you notice the furrow in his brow as he registers your tone.

“Look, I’m sorry, I know this can’t be easy, with me and your mom, and our,” He pauses, waving his free hand in the air as he tries to find the right words, “Situation.”

“Nah, I’ve been a moody bitch since I landed, I over-reacted, and I don’t have any right to be mad, or pass judgement here.”

“You’re not a bitch, but I appreciate it, thanks.”

There’s a pause in the conversation as you both sip pensively on your drinks. It’s not uncomfortable or weird, just a natural lapse in the conversation.

“So, the blues band?” You say with a raised eyebrow, your lips set in a mischievous grin.

“Yeah,” Dave rolls his eyes before taking a long swig of his drink, you have to stop yourself watching the way his neck muscles ripple as he swallows, “What’d you think? Honestly?”

“Honestly?” You waggle your eyebrows at him, “It was very Duke Silver of you, very cool.”

Dave frowns, confusion apparent on his face as you realise he has no clue who that is.

“Oh shit, you’ve never watched Parks and Rec?” You exclaim as you reach for the remote on the coffee table.

“Afraid not.” Dave smiles at your enthusiasm, letting you flick onto YouTube on his smart TV without protest.

“Ok so, don’t bother with the first season, unless you’re some kind of completionist,” You ramble on as you bring up a clip of Nick Offerman playing the sax as Duke Silver, “But it’s great, really witty and fun, and a great way to pass the time, could probably use it to stave off the boredom on your business trips.”

You don’t notice it, but Dave flinches at the mention of his job. He wipes away the grimace before you’re done speaking, plastering a fake smile on his lips as he looks to the screen. His eyes light up as the clip starts. You scoot a little closer to him, eager to see his reaction.

“Hey, that’s Nick Offerman, from The Last of Us!” He points excitedly at the screen as you sit back, watching his reaction to the clip.

“That’s based on a game right?”

“You’ve not seen it? Damn, it’s good!” Dave responds with a shake of his head as he watches the performance.

“I’ll watch it if you promise to watch Parks and Rec?”

“Deal.”

“Oh and I’m ordering pizza, seeing as mom threw out a perfectly good midnight snack, you want anything?”

“If you’re buying?” Dave grins at you before looking back to the Duke Silver compilation, “Damn, that man can actually play the sax!”

“Oh you’re going to love his character in this, I just know it.”

You spend the rest of the night watching the first few episodes of the second season of Parks and Rec, drinking beer, and eating pizza. You catch Dave up on the plot of the first season and he seems to be content with that, already hooked from the first episode.

Dave’s laugh is infectious, and you can’t help but lean in a little as the night goes on.

~*~

Eventually you fall asleep, and Dave keeps watching, turning the volume down as to not disturb you. By the time he’s ready to go to bed it’s gone three in the morning. He covers you with a throw blanket and clears up the beer bottles and pizza boxes before hauling your passed-out mother, still hunched over the breakfast island, to bed.

He descends the stairs to the basement and as expected, you’re still out like a light, snoring gently on the sofa. He pauses for a brief moment, watching your sleeping form for too long to be considered appropriate, but he doesn’t care, not tonight. He flicks the light off and pads into his office, leaving the door ajar just enough so that if you need him, he would hear you.

Dave climbs into bed and smiles to himself. He can’t remember the last time he felt so at peace, nor had such a good night in. He drifts off to the memory of your laughter and the way you fell asleep against him.

He definitely didn’t wrap his arm around you over the back of the sofa at some point during the night, and he certainly did not let you fall asleep against his chest. No, that would have been wrong. So very wrong.

Even if it did feel so right.

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cosmicnuisance · 22 days

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As asked by @cynicallyoptomisticdaydreamer - another 5 songs playlist breakdown!

In line with the last 2, today I'm doing my Tim Drake playlist, which you can listen to here. Again, the rest of my playlists are all public on my spotify account.

Our first song is Out of Touch by Addison Grace! I think this one just oozes Tim Drake vibes. The lines about isolating yourself so as not to draw attention to yoruself but simultaneously worrying what your worth is to others if you can't provide for them just hits me in the feels.

Next wong is Mid 20s Skateboarder by Pkew Pkew Pkew. I like the vibe this song has and the unpolished roughness of the vocals. The feeling of grasping onto something that doesn't belong to you anymore- drowning your feelings and praying you don't ruin yourself in the process. Yeah.

This one followed by Ain't No Rest For The Wicked by Cage the Elephant. I think it is reflective of all the Batfamily, but Tim especially, who comes from a place of not quite understanding why people do what they do, because he was born into a background that's so far removed from the streets of Gotham. The song's a goodun and I reccommend it!

Next up we have Imposter Syndrome by Sydney Gish, which solely by the title is definitely a Tim Drake song. My boy has struggled with identity his whole life and it's shown in the comics- the constant switching from hero name to hero name and back, his struggles with sexuality, and his feelings about being Robin and part of the batfamily speak volumes. I especially like the lines in this song that goes "Nobody even knows my name and/No one suspects that I'm not fine, and/Nobody outs behavioural Frankenstein" like that is HUGELY autism-coded and man...man.

Finally, we have Family Line by Conan Gray. I'm not gonna lie- I think this song is in most of my batkids playlists, and I definitely feel it applies more to Jason and Damian than Tim, but I still out it there for a reason. I think it really shows the dysfunctionality and breakdown of communication we have been getting in modern DC comics in the batfamily. For Tim's case, I especially feel the lines "All of my pain and all your excuses/I was a kid but I wasn't clueless/(Someone who loves you wouldn't do this)" hit home hard not just in terms of the absence of Jack and Janet in his life, but also of Bruce's apathy and how reluctant he was warm up to Tim. He was harsher on Tim during his term as Robin than he was to most others except maybe Steph, and it took him a long time to view Tim as a son, and even then Bruce fell short as he does so often on that front.

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jasonsmirrorball · 6 months

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TONIGHT YOU ARE MINE: THE PLAYLIST + COMMENTARY

note i spent so much time on this au i thought its soundtrack deserved its own post, and then i realised i wanted to add notes on why i chose each song. i don't think anyone really cares, but this was fun to do so i thought i'd put it here, too.

me, myself & i, 5 seconds of summer

this was a song which i thought really fit the reader's internal struggle throughout this fic, with refusing to accept help and that ultimately being the cause of the breakup.

silver springs - 2004 remaster, fleetwood mac

the document i wrote this fic in was originally titled time may have cast a spell on you (but you won't forget me) for the line in this song. i really liked the idea of this being from jason's point of view during the breakup. the whole 'i know I could have loved you/but you would not let me' felt very fitting for the both of them.

ain't no rest for the wicked, cage the elephant

this song was suggested by fall nonnie when we were first discussing songs that the band might perform, and i loved it so much.

tonight you are mine, the technicolors

another song i think the band would perform, that jason and reader would spend making eyes at each other – probably long before they actually get together.

midnight rain, taylor swift

do i have to explain? i will anyway. just, the idea of chasing success and inadvertently hurting the one that loves you. i think midnight rain is a lot sadder, and obviously a story in its own right that doesn't perfectly fit this fic, but that specific aspect really spoke to me. they get their happy ending in this one.

mess it up, gracie abrams

i think gracie abrams is a queen at writing songs for girls (gn) who do it to themselves, and that was perfect for this fic. 'i keep thinking maybe if you let me back in/we can make it better breaking every habit' is very reader and jason in this fic.

grace, florence + the machine

grace is very much an apology for the platonic aspect of jason + reader's relationship. when they broke up, it wasn't just jason as a boyfriend that they lost, but also their best friend. grace was written to florence welch's younger sister, and it makes me ache so much thinking about this line, 'and you, you were the one i treated the worst/only because you loved me the most'

cassandra, florence + the machine

cassandra. where do i even start? 'they cut out my eyes and sent me home packing/to pace around the kitchen for scraps of inspiration'. the idea of losing your sense of self, the ability to write which you've always had, and then it slipping away from you with one single breath. this was for the reader.

everywhere, everything, noah kahan

another song suggestion from when we were discussing this au. the kind of love jason has for this reader.

why am i like this? orla gartland

another self pitying song for the ones who make mistakes and beat themselves up for it. why am i like this?

october passed me by, girl in red

a sad sort of love song for the sad lovers of this story

doomsday, lizzy mcalpine

a bit angry, jason's perspective during the breakup of not being allowed to make that decision with the reader. of being pushed away, and the underscoring of how much devotion there was before it all fell to pieces. i think he's allowed to be angry, i would be too.

too young, louis tomlinson

this au would not be the au it is without a louis tomlinson song. i think this is from reader's perspective, an apology to jason, for giving in and giving up. i also love louis tomlinson and this song so much. i think that, if the timeline of the breakup had been longer, always you also would have made it onto this playlist. i think it's an honorary song, anyway.

meddle about, chase atlantic

sexy song for jason and reader to make eyes at each other on stage to. but also i listened to this while writing the smut scene so.

#jay my heart #jasonsmirrorball #sweetaurore #guitarist!jason

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playlist: when a thing is over

me, apropos of nothing: the opening to “your ex-lover is dead” is tk strand’s breakup thesis. when there’s nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.

because i’m unhinged, may i present the soundtrack to my neuroses: when a thing is over, the breakup era playlist that got me through writing the second chapter of to build a home.

(randomly, i have to write in total silence or i get distracted. but this was inspiration aplenty.)

some songs have direct ties to certain scenes, some are just here for the vibes. and much like the fic, the playlist is angst with a happy ending.

listen here

full tracklist under the cut.

Broken :: Lifehouse i'm falling apart, i'm barely breathing / with a broken heart that's still beating

Mine Again :: Black Lab every day, i will wait 'til you're mine again / i will die every day, 'til you're mine again

Strangers Again :: Ari Hest i want yesterday to come back again, nothing is as simple as i once knew / why can't everything be the way it was, before the day that i lost you

The Night We Met :: Lord Huron i had all and then most of you, some and now none of you / take me back to the night we met

Palace :: Sam Smith i'm gonna miss you, i'm still there / sometimes i wish we'd never built this palace, but real love is never a waste of time

Where I Stood :: Missy Higgins there were sounds in my head, little voices whispering / that i should go, and this should end, oh and i found myself listening

Death By A Thousand Cuts :: Taylor Swift you said it was a great love, one for the ages / but if the story's over, why am i still writing pages

Breathe Again :: Sara Bareilles all i have, all i need, he's the air i would kill to breathe / holds my love in his hands, still i'm searching for something

Not as We :: Alanis Morissette for now i’m faking it, 'til i’m pseudo making it / from scratch, begin again, but this time i as i, and not as we

Before You Go :: Lewis Capaldi our every moment, i start to replace / 'cause now that they're gone, all i hear are the words that i needed to say

Someone You Loved :: Lewis Capaldi now the day bleeds into nightfall, and you're not here to get me through it all / i let my guard down, and then you pulled the rug, i was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

Jealous :: Labrinth but i always thought you'd come back, tell me all you found was heartbreak and misery / it's hard for me to say, i'm jealous of the way you're happy without me

Fly Before You Fall :: Cynthia Erivo your resistance to sadness is futile but you're a fighter, can't stand defeat / you're a magician at hiding the hurt from you, but i see and i hear you, loud as a bomb, wanting a shoulder to cry on

I'll Never Love Again :: Lady Gaga don't wanna feel another touch, don't wanna start another fire / don't wanna know another kiss, no other name falling off my lips

Stars :: Grace Potter & The Nocturnals i lit a fire with the love you left behind, and it burned wild and crept up the mountainside / i followed your ashes into outer space, i can't look out the window, i can't look at this place

Rivers & Roads :: The Head And The Heart nothing is as it has been, and i miss your face like hell / and i guess it's just as well, but i miss your face like hell

Echo :: Jason Walker i don't wanna be an island, i just wanna feel alive and get to see your face again / but 'til then, just my echo, my shadow, you're my only friend

Say Something :: A Great Big World and I am feeling so small / it was over my head, i know nothing at all

Not Over You :: Gavin DeGraw if you ask me how I'm doing, i would say I'm doing just fine / i would lie and say that you're not on my mind

Better :: Ben Platt i'm not good at pretending that i'm happy to be alone, part of me is a question, can't answer it on my own / 'cause i lost part of me when i lost all of you, now i'm lost

The Fear You Won’t Fall :: Joshua Radin it hasn’t felt like this before, it hasn’t felt like home before you / and i know it’s easy to say, but it’s harder to feel this way, and i miss you more than i should, than i thought i could, can’t get my mind off you

The Weight of Us :: Sanders Bohlke i'm not ready, i’m not ready / for the weight of us, for the weight of all of us

Every Little Thing :: Dishwalla don’t give me up, don’t give me up tonight / or soon nothing will be right at all, salvation / when you find out who you are, it’s too late to change

Collide :: Dishwalla when the cold comes crashing down, and the fight lost what it's about, i could tell that you had left / and it's a shame what we've become, when we hurt the ones we love, and it's a place i cannot go anymore

All I Want :: Kodaline when you said your last goodbye, i died a little bit inside, i lay in tears in bed all night, alone without you by my side / but if you loved me, why'd you leave me

Your Ex-Lover Is Dead :: Stars there's one thing i want to say so I'll be brave, you were what i wanted, i gave what i gave / i'm not sorry i met you, i'm not sorry it's over, i'm not sorry there's nothing to save

Afterglow :: Taylor Swift hey, it's all me, in my head, i'm the one who burned us down / but it's not what i meant, sorry that i hurt you

Come Home :: OneRepublic & Sara Bareilles come home, come home, 'cause i've been waiting for you for so long, for so long / and right now there's a war between the vanities, but all i see is you and me, and the fight for you is all i've ever known

Ghosts That We Knew :: Mumford & Sons so give me hope in the darkness that i will see the light, 'cause oh, they gave me such a fright / but i will hold as long as you like, just promise me we'll be alright

#playlist #tarlos #when a thing is over #to build a home #fic extras #911 lone star

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soldiers, poets, and queens - playlists for ulysses, rosaline, prufrock, and caprizant for @bombawife‘s OC week (album art by @thedragonchilde)

ulysses: 01. setting up the courtroom - joby talbot | 02. bone + tissue - gallant | 03. still - colton ryan and molly gordon | 04. god bless the child - billie holiday | 05. how i am - jason howland | 06. thunder in a blue sky - namo feat. aedan peterson | 07. the nutcracker, op. 71, act I, scene 1: no. 4, arrival of drosselmeyer - pyotr ilyich tchaikovsky | 08. paper forest (birds) - emmy the great | 09. birdhouse in your soul - they might be giants | 10. hello my old heart - the oh hellos | 11. howl - black rebel motorcycle club | 12. when your feet don’t touch the ground - ellie goulding | 13. fragile - poets of the fall | 14. reflets dans l'eau - claude debussy | 15. relay - fiona apple | 16. god only knows - clay hine, drew mcmillan, tim brooks, and tim reynolds | 17. a long way past the past - fleet foxes | 18. lean - oh land feat. vitamin string quartet | 19. any other world - mika [listen]

#Finally playlists for the whole family <3 #cats the musical #cats oc week #OCs #if music be the food of love play on

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omg wait that fic got me thinkin abt 1970's-80's summer camp au with a murderer. we got the loner, nerd, popular girl, etc etc. class clown connor x popular nerd mitchell who laugh about knowing each other from elementary school and cry in each others arms while saying over and over theyll get out of there together. Horror and gay people.. shakes

Anon dont DO this to me i JUST finished a 100k fic

mention of blood <3

“Jason Voorhees,” Mitchell hissed, dragging Connor roughly by the wrist through the forest, an aluminum baseball bat hanging in the other. His light-washed jeans, cuffed at the ankles, were stained knee-deep in mud. Across one shoulder, a spray of drying scarlet blood stained his camp shirt. It was still wet, fresh. “What the fuck kind of name is that -”

Connor was stumbling along, pale and shell-shocked. He was in worse shape than Mitchell in that the blood that he was covered in was actually his—a cut at his throat, small but steady staining his collar. “Oh - my gods, Lou - she’s -”

“Lower your voice,” Mitchell said sharply, though it likely hardly mattered. They were hardly sneaking through the forestry quietly. They should really get some cover if they were going to do this. “Back here.”

Mitchell pulled them around the corner of the cabin, tucking them along the side. The darkness was likely their only saving grace. He listened out carefully. No one following them, not for the moment.

“Oh my god,” Connor inhaled from his side, staring down at his hands. “Travis - Katie, they 're-”

“They’re at the Big House with the others,” Mitchell said calmly. “We just have to get there first, Leo said the car was working again."

They were on the other side of camp, approximately a mile. They could make it a mile. It was just a mile.

“Silena,” Connor breathed out. “And - Charles, oh my god, they're - dead -”

Mitchell took in a very slow, a very shuttering breath. He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut. “No. We can’t freak out right now. We have to find our friends, and then we have to go. That’s what we have to focus on right now.” Mitchell opened his eyes. He stepped in closer to Connor, setting his bat to the side and quickly inspecting the cut at his throat as best as he could in the moonlight. It wasn’t deep, thank the gods.

Mitchell met Connor’s gaze next, his wide eyes. He brought his both hands to cup Connor’s face, firm—not romantic in the slightest, but incredibly steadying. He stared deep into his eyes, pleading. Connor blinked back at him. “Connor. I need you to keep it together for a bit longer. I need you for this.”

Connor swallowed tightly. “Okay.” He nodded, only slightly shaky. “Okay. I’m here.”

“Take this,” Mitchell handed over the flare gun, bright orange. “You’ve got three shots, be careful with them.”

Connor took it with numb hands. Mitchell plucked up his bat, stepping back. Still, he reached out to squeeze Connor's hand, tight and quick. They both ignored the tacky blood on his skin. "Let's go. We don't have much time."

They just had to make it a mile. It was just a mile, Jason Voorhees be damned.

Then, of course, they don’t make it to the Big House until it’s too late.

Meanwhile in the background solangelo and piper/jason/leo are living through the 1996 masterpiece Scream in the Big House, chunky 90s landlines and all. Yes matthew lillard is still there. Yes the fic would be tagged with ‘Final Girl Piper McLean.’ It would be set vaguely in the 80s/90s and lean HARD into the aesthetic. The fic playlist would have Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) on it.

#im normal about horror movies yeah totally normal #conchell #no i cant start a new fic because i have spend the past 3 months rotting my brain with the ghosthunters au and i need to BREATH #but just IMAGINE THIS #god the fic playlist would slap #solangelo

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Jason Grace playlist

songs that, in my opinion, tell his story and describe him as a character… basically songs that make me think « jason grace coded » when listening to them.

⚠️ potential spoilers for book 3 of the trials of apollo, the burning maze

Do i have to explain this one…

An uplifting anthem of hope. Its about not giving up when you feel like you’re going in circles, not giving up even though you’re desperate. It fits him i think

Its a song about personal growth and realizing the world is bigger than your own desires or fears. Its about embracing change and opening yourself up to the world outside and what it has to offer

Insecurity… self doubt… the feeling of emptiness and desorientation… lacking self confidence in your ability to meet someone’s expectations AND actually being unable to live up to it…

Im not explaining this one or i’ll cry. But the first verse is pretty self explanatory.

Not a lot of people agree with me on this one, but this song is about feelings of confusion and self doubt, its about questioning the purposes of your existence and looking for new ones. And i think it fits jason’s story.

And thats it ! I picked the songs from my own jason playlist on spotify, it has 45 songs in total, you can check it out right here

#jason grace #heroes of olympus #hoo #jason grace my child #pjo #riordanverse #the lost hero #character playlist #Spotify #toa #pjo hoo toa #jason grace defender

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badgermcghee · 1 year

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thank u for the tag @maxwellshimbo this was a fun selection of questions djjdjd felt like an interview

share your wallpaper:

my phone wallpapers r both the ones that cycle through photos so there’s a mixture of nice photos I’ve taken, meme edits, and pet pics. my laptop just has the default carousel of apple images lol.

last song you listened to:

I’ve been listening to the eurovison 2023 playlist lololol last one specially was aijā by sudden lights!

currently reading:

I’m in the middle of the wolf and the woodsman by ava reid, but I did have to leave it at home while I’m on holiday.

last movie you watched:

pretty sure it was the people we hate at the wedding on the plane OH wait we watched like half of jojo rabbit the other night in the hotel

craving:

hmm.. bubble tea i think

what are you wearing right now:

dark green twill pants. light green long sleeve, dark green button up. Monochrome baybee

how tall are you:

uhh like 167cm???

piercings:

first on one ear, thirds on the other. septum, both nostrils, snakebites!

tattoos:

nada

glasses? contacts?:

neither

last drink:

fancy expensive milkshake in Paris

last thing you ate:

fancy expensive pasta in Paris

last show:

lord uhh i watched the stand up to cancer bake off episode that was on tv does that count

favourite colour:

green probably

current obsession:

eurovison <3333

unrelated obsession:

uhh trying to think about something that is not eurovision.. does hannibal count im about to go to Florence so it’s on the brain

any pets:

three Guinea pigs <333 @gingerpigs

do you have a crush on anyone:

im aromantic 🤣🤣

favourite fictional characters:

jason grace my blorbo <3 carter kane by other blorbo <3 always insane about hannibal cast of characters.. sakura from cardcaptor sakura

last place you travelled to: im in france rn and I’m about to be in Prague for like 8 hours

if u follow me consider urself tagged lol it’s a free for all!!!!!!

#badger badgers #tag game #tag game tag game #Spotify

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safety-frog · 2 years

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Your Weekly Tunes: The Father

Jeff.

YouTube

Spotify

Space Dad’s songs are below!

Green Grass: Tom Waits- “God took the stars and he tossed 'em/ Can't tell the birds from the blossoms/ You'll never be free of me” and “ Don't say goodbye to me/ Describe the sky to me”

So this song is from the perspective of the singer being dead and singing to someone he loves visiting the grave. The feeling of the singer being not exactly dead while being almost foreboding really fits in with the idea of Jeff during TAG. He’s not quite dead, but for most of the show, not quite alive as he exists outside of Earth. (And spoiler!: keep out an eye for this song again with Lucy and a cover that gives it a whole other meaning)

Cats in the Cradle: Johnny Cash- “ And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon/ Little boy blue and the man in the moon/ "When you coming home, dad?"/ "I don't know when"/ But we'll get together then/ You know we'll have a good time then” and “And as I hung up the phone, it/ occurred to me/ He'd grown up just like me/ My boy was just like me”

Harry Chapin did the world a service writing this song, and Johnny Cash a service by covering it. You can’t listen to this song and not believe it was written about Jeff Tracy with Scott. Everything from the little boy blue and man in the moon, to the way the narrator speaks of being absent while the son still adores. (Second spoiler!: perhaps this one may pop up with Scott as well)

Lazarus: Ray Wylie Hubbard- “ At least we ain't Lazarus and had to think twice about dying” and “So here we are now, still preceding grace/ We ain't easy to look at and keep a straight face”

This song’s lyrics aren’t as “Jeff Tracy” as some of the other songs on the playlist, but damn does it’s sound make up for that. The driving, pounding beat of a simple guitar and rough voice of Hubbard make for something that should be Jeff’s theme song.

Simple Man- Jason Manns (ft. Jensen Ackles): “ And be a simple kind of man/ Oh be something you love and understand/ Baby be a simple kind of man/ Oh won't you do this for me son if you can” and “Oh take your time don't live too fast/ Troubles will come and they will pass”

There’s so many versions of this song, it was hard to only pick one for the playlist! The original Lynyrd Skynyrd was a long time contender, but this cover ended up here as rather than a classic rock song, it gives the feeling of Jeff singing words of wisdom to his young boys.

Jupiter- Sleeping At Last: “ Make my messes matter/ Make this chaos count” and “While collecting the stars, I connected the dots/ I don't know who I am, but now I know who I'm not/ I'm just a curious speck that got caught up in orbit”

Another song about young Jeff, just starting out in his International Rescue venture, trying to make some sense of his life. We always see Jeff so composed, but the idea of seeing him worried about what’s to come and not having all the answers is so humanizing.

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds are go #thunderfam #Jeff Tracy #music #playlists

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star-favoured-walker · 1 year

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Playlist meme

Rules: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, and then tag 10 people.

I was tagged by @gaysessuale (Thank you slu77erino del mio cuore, beloved)

Since I don't have Spotify or any streaming service for music, I'm just going to play my "most listened to" playlist on the phone.

One Last Time - LP

Runnin - Adam Lambert

Naked - James Arthur

Miele - Giusy Ferreri

Kiss The Sky - Jason Derulo

No More - Three Days Grace

Runnin' (Lose It All) - Naughty Boy ft. Beyoncé, Arrow Benjamin

Mr. Sandman - SYML

Antartide - Pinguini Tattici Nucleari

Curse - Imagine Dragons

I'm tagging @kittycatdeathtrap, @sinha-ri, @jeidafei, @naniya27, @a1y-puff, @allenwalker14th, @astxlphe, @gradelstuff, @lucasdelacruz, @ultra-firelily

I'd love to know more about your music taste! I've been moot with most for years but I haven't interacted much with some of you, so hopefully you don't mind!

#tag bait #but in an affectionate way

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darcyfangirlsfrequently · 2 years

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We Fell in Love in October, chapter 9 - October 9th: The Playlist

Dedicated to @gaelic-symphony my dedicates beta-reader, and @bacchicly, who reminded me that smol is good

Summary: Instead of picking "their song," Tara and Emily have a playlist.

Chapter word count: 276

Total word count: 10,848

Can also be read here on Ao3

"You know what we should do?" Emily asked that Wednesday out of the blue.

"What's that?"

"We should make ourselves a playlist."

"Yes! Oh my god, that's a great idea." Tara whipped up her phone and opened Spotify. "Okay, what should we call it?"

"They're Lesbians, Harold."

Tara stared at her. "Seriously?"

"Yes! Seriously!"

"Perfect. I love it." She typed the title in and the playlist was created. "Okay, first song?"

"We Fell in Love in October. Obviously."

"Right, of course," Tara said as she added the song. Okay, what else?"

"She, but not by Harry Styles, by dodie."

"So all the lesbian or queer girl anthems."

"Yes. Obviously."

"Ooh, on that note, I should add Sofia by Clairo."

"Yes. You must. And Pretty Girl."

"Oh yeah, naturally."

They went back and forth suggesting songs and finally came up with their final playlist.

They're Lesbians, Harold

We Fell in Love in October by Girl in Red

She by dodie

Sofia by Clairo

Pretty Girl by Clairo

Moon Song by Phoebe Bridgers

Crush by Tessa Violet

Cover Me in Sunshine by P!nk

Take Me or Leave Me from RENT

18 by One Direction

Best Friend by Laufey

Pancakes for Dinner by Lizzy McAlpine

Little Miss Perfect by Taylor Louderman

Ordinary by Allie Grace

Kaleidoscope by A Great Big World

Lucky by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat

Silk Chiffon by MUNA ft. Phoebe Bridgers

In Case You Don't Live Forever by Ben Platt

I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys

***

That day as they walked home hand in hand, something was slightly different. This time they were sharing a pair of earbuds and listening to their playlist.

#Temily fanfiction #Temily High School AU #Temily #Tara Lewis #Emily Prentiss #Criminal Minds

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TGIF: Roundup for June 2, 2023

Save the date! “Writing the Next Chapter,” the 2024 Asian American Leadership Conference, will take place on April 23-24 in Orange County, California. More info coming soon.

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