#based off the maroon 5 song

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Inktober #5 Map

[jamminvroomvroom]

🎀 anon

congrats on 5k

hey bb ! i’ve been brainrotting on insatiable lando and his gf for weeks now omg

for a cute lil fic i was thinking of reader being max f’s sister and lando and her being secretly together. they’re all on vacation together and lando and reader are super insanely insatiable and the story on how they act on vacay 😈😈

anywhere she wants.

ln x fem fewtrell!reader

in which no one approves of your relationship, so lando shows them just how good he is to you…

oh my sweet 🎀 anon, i’m sorry this took so long! slowly getting back into the groove of writing, starting with this little piece! i went a bit off script but the vibes are hopefully similar to the request! huge thanks to angel bby @fairene for helping me out!enjoy! lemme know what you think!! big hugs and lots of love 💖

songs to set the mood: my love mine all mine by mitski, i know places by taylor swift, she will be loved by maroon 5, summertime sadness by lana del rey

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, fluff, angst, a bit of exhibitionism kinda, oral (fem receiving), fingering, p in v, established relationship, max being a dick, angry/feral!lando, girlboss!reader, hints of ownership kink? for like. a second, lando being wise (not canon lmao), swearing

4.2k words

fairy lights drench the pool with light, a glow dancing over the still surface in ripples. you smile, hum with content as the warm evening air washes over your skin, leaning over the balcony to take in the sight of where you’ll be staying.

footsteps sound from behind you, the master bedroom, and you quickly feel two warm arms wrap around your waist, tan and thick. you lean into his touch, chest warming from the kisses peppered over your jugular.

“you like it?” lando breathes, nosing over your earlobe.

“it’s beautiful.” you whisper, turning your head to nuzzle against him. he seizes the opportunity to seal his lips over yours, kissing you soft and deep. you spin in his arms, clutching at his shirt to hold him close, the kiss intensifying, changing pace. just as he licks into your mouth, a sigh, so loud that it breaks the sound barrier, tears you both apart.

“so is that all you two do now, suck each others faces?” max rolls his eyes, his disapproval of your relationship one of the worlds worst kept secrets.

“yes, max. that’s all we do.” you mock, biting back at your older brother.

because of course you’re dating your brothers best friend. of course you are. life is funny like that.

lando stays silent, but you feel his hand on your waist tightening. max swallows hard.

“we ordered pizza, if you guys wanna come down.” max bulldozes through the awkwardness, offering an olive branch, and leaves.

“he is such a knob.” you mutter, shaking your head. lando strokes tentatively over your cheek, soothing you.

“he’s your big brother, baby. he’ll get over this.” lando coos reassuringly, and you choose the easy path of believing him.

you and max occupy opposite ends of the excessively large dining table when you join the rest of your friends.

the tension has been palpable between you and max since he caught you sneaking out of lando’s london flat one morning, the reason for your visit quite clear. you’d stood with your ear to the door when he’d stormed past you and entered the apartment, making you more than aware that your presence was unwanted when he quickly slammed the door behind him.

you’d endured the one-sided screaming match that followed, the accusations that lando must be playing with your feelings, that it would never work out, that it wasn’t fair at how exposed you’d be to the cruelty of his fan base, that he couldn’t believe how low lando would stoop to date his little fucking sister.

you wanted to understand, and really, you tried!but max hadn’t made it easy, constantly pushing your buttons and making needless digs at the both of you. lando convinced you that this holiday during the summer break would be healing; max would get to see how much lando cared for you, and everyone got much needed time to relax. so, with your friend group in tow, the three of you jetted off to the tiny spanish island.

surely, everything would be fine.

-

everything was not, in fact, fine.

you can smell it in the air, the tension building thick and heavy. everyone thought they were slick, waiting for lando to leave so they could corner you, and corner you, they did.

lando had kissed you sweetly by the sliding doors to the garden, popping his airpods in and shouting a quick: going on a run! to the rest of your holiday party. you’d sauntered carelessly to a lounger, bikini clad, sprawling out across the chair to tan and watch the who can do the best canon ball into the pool competition that has become a long running championship. but you can feel stares, feel the walls closing in, and you push your sunglasses up to rest over your hairline.

max and pietra are locked in on you, as are the rest of your friends.

“what?” you feel hot, embarrassed all of the sudden for no reason at all.

“so, it’s going well, then… with lando?” one of your girlfriends starts, but it sounds extra high pitched, awkward. your stomach sinks as you realise the pathetically choreographed dance about to take place.

“for fuck sake.” you mutter.

“she’s just asking!” max shoots back, as if he’s offended, as if you can’t see right through him.

“it’s going great.” you state, blunt as ever whenever your relationship is questioned.

“we just wanna make sure that this is right for you.” pietra says sympathetically, her eyes soft. you’ve known her long enough to know that even though her dickhead boyfriend is being callous, she genuinely cares.

“lando is right for me, you are all so full of shit! i don’t get what it is that you’re seeing.” you try and keep your voice level, even as your blood pressure begins to rise menacingly.

“it’s not so much what we see between you, it’s more about what he was like before.” tom jumps in.

ah, yes. the infamous hoe phase.

“because no one here ever fucked around.” you glare pointedly at your brother. he lowers his gaze.

“are we sure this isn’t just a… a fling?” pietra tries again, staying soft. her words still sting.

“yeah, i know him better than you do, and i-“ max’s voice cuts you like a thousand shards of glass and you body ignites with rage.

he knows him better? what does he know?

does he know that lando can’t sleep without telling you that he loves you? does he know that lando cried into you arms after his miami win? does he know that lando feels itchy if he doesn’t tell you that you’re beautiful at least eleven times an hour? does he know that you’re so crazy about his gorgeous, loving, infuriating best friend that you’re prepared to tell your brother where to go and to never come back?

“shut the fuck up, max. you know nothing! nothing about our relationship because you never gave us a chance. you don’t see how much i love him because every time you see us together, you’re hellbent on destroying our happiness.” you point angrily, standing from your chair. before you turn to the house, you leave them all with a parting message.

“and all of you will do very well to remember who paid to bring your bitter arses here. remember whose fucking house you’re in.” you lecture, watching as they all turn sheepish as they realise how ungrateful they sound.

“i don’t think i have anything to add.” you hear from behind you.

you jump, turning to see lando leaning against the door.

“shit, baby.” you breathe, rushing towards him, your skin crawling as you wonder how much he’s heard.

“forgot my phone.” he shrugs, smiling warmly at you. only at you. “now unless anyone has anything to add, i’m gonna take my very, very serious girlfriend upstairs.” he grins smugly.

the silence is so deafening that you couldn’t of even heard a pin drop if you’d tried.

you hold up your middle finger as he leads you away.

your bedroom door slams so hard that they must hear it outside. he’s tense, enraged at the disrespect that you’d endured, but he’s soft with you, pulling you into his rigid body. he relaxes into you, walking you further into the room.

“how much did you hear?” you whisper, clinging to him.

“oh, you know, just all of it.” he laughs bitterly, fingers sinking into your hips.

“they’re assholes.” you growl, threading your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck, just the way he likes it.

“there is one good thing about it though.” lando hums, still guiding you deeper into the room. your back thuds softly against the sliding glass door, the one that leads to your balcony.

“what?” you breathe, suddenly extremely aware of his lower body.

“you’re so fucking sexy when you’re mad.” he smirks.

turns out, he didn’t steal you away to mope.

his lips crash against yours fiercely, teeth and tongue getting in on the action as he moves his mouth feverishly against your own. your neck tilts back, allowing him to swallow you whole, like his life depends on the feeling of you pressed against him. he trails kisses over your cheek, across your jaw, down your neck, two fingers grazing your ribcage. he snaps the tie of your bikini against your skin, stone cold aware of the lack of clothing adorning your body and he hums low from the back of his throat.

“they need to learn that you’re mine, that you’re always gonna be mine.” lando grunts, pulling away to slide the door open. he pushes you out onto the balcony, the one that overlooks the very pool that your friends and your brother are licking their wounds around.

“lando…” you gasp, weary of his overly adventurous attitude.

“maybe this will make them realise just how crazy you make me.” lando looks possessed, moving towards you like a wild animal engulfing its prey.

he cages you in against the wall, pulling one leg over his hip to spread you open, his fingers travelling to the flimsy tie of your bikini bottoms. you’re already soaked, embarrassingly so, really, but there’s just something about those gorgeous, haunted eyes. lando let’s the bottoms fall to the floor, kicking them away impatiently as he quickly finds home between your legs.

“think anyone else can get you this wet?” lando asks, eyes rolling back as he finds your slick folds. your jaw drops, already boneless at the feel of him. “answer me, baby. nice ‘n loud for me.” he demands.

“no, lan.” you whine, bucking your hips into his hand. he’s teasing, stroking lightly over your folds and your sensitive bud.

“and can anyone else make you feel this good? i mean, baby, i’ve barely touched you and you’re shaking.” lando’s teeth catch his bottom lip, his eyes glazing over as he watches you.

“lando, please.” you mutter, grinding down on his hand. you need more of him. he grins, flashing his teeth with pride as he renders you desperate.

“my pretty girl fucking my hand, god, you’re so perfect.” lando praises, earning a moan from your kiss-swollen lips. “bet they can hear how soaked you are, baby.”

you flush red, shame and embarrassment blurring the pleasure and you press a tense hand to your mouth, trying to silence the waterfall of whines.

“don’t you fucking dare.” he warns, sliding his fingers deep into your pussy. he gives you no time to adjust, curling them upwards and rocking his whole hand against you. his palm bumps against your clit and you writhe against the wall.

there’s no point covering your mouth, there is no hiding what’s happening. you let him have you how he wants you, a consolation for him having to hear his friends badmouth him, and he takes every liberty, mouthing at your covered tits, lapping over your peaked nipples. you cry out, weak as he manipulates your body closer to an orgasm, your wetness trickling down his wrist.

“so good to me, baby, only you, lando.” you choke, your voice echoing between the stone walls.

“that’s it, honey, make a mess for me. let ‘em hear you pretty girl.” he encourages, talking you straight into your first orgasm.

you tremble, gushing all over his hand as you cum, droplets splattering all over the paved floor. lando’s eyes turn black, mouth hanging open as he watches you fall apart, riding you through it.

lando let’s you cool down, propping you carefully against the wall, and leaning over the balcony. funnily enough, max is long gone, but the rest of them sit in stunned silence. he can’t help himself, driven mad by your quivering body and their cruel jabs, choosing whatever the opposite of the high road is. he reaches into his pocket, finding his credit card.

“get out of the villa that i paid for so i can fuck my girlfriend anywhere she wants.” he shouts, watching the way their necks snap up to look at him, revelling in their reddened faces that are not just flushed from the sun. “take this. have dinner. just fuck off.” he frisbees his card at tom, - rather carelessly really, considering just how much there was to lose on that little black square - and he revels in the way it lands square against his forehead.

they all stand up and scurry away, as few faint sorry’s! carrying through the air towards the couple on the balcony, but lando has more important business to attend to.

he scoops you up into his arms, grinning at your coy smile and your drooping eyes. he carries you to bed, planting you in the middle of the mattress.

“not done with you yet, baby, open those eyes for me.” lando coos, crawling over you, his shirt and workout shorts flung to the other side of the room. he feels delicious against you, caging you in beneath him.

“want you, lan.” you plead, a desperate smile on your face as you keen, stretching against the mattress like a cat.

“you’ll have me, baby. always gonna have me.” he smiles, eyes finding yours. “i love you.”

“love you so much.” you whisper, pulling him flush against you. “no matter what.” you affirm. he needed to hear that, it seems, his eyes sparkling with something else, other than the sheen of lust.

he kisses you, firm and wanting, his fingertips sliding up over your arms, leaving prickles of lightning and goosebumps in their wake. one of his hands interlocks with yours, twining together above your head, his body stretching languidly over yours. you can feel him, hard and throbbing between your legs, teetering on the knife edge of self control.

“take me, lando. have me how you want me. ‘m yours.” you croon, disguising a helpless whine as you arch your body into his. you’re squirming for it, to feel him sink deep and claim you his.

that seems to usher him along, and he drags his cock through your folds with a slow roll of his hips, the head catching your sodden entrance. you hiss, the intrusion not even nearly enough, but the sensation overwhelming you nonetheless. he slides into you carefully, stilling when his hips hit flush against yours. you do not want careful.

“fuck me.” you groan wetly, hot breath fanning his face as your mouth instinctively fills with saliva. you’re close to drooling for him.

“beg.” he snaps, jaw tight as he battles his natural instinct to utterly ravage you. “beg me to show you that i own you.”

your legs quiver, pussy clenching around him and he cannot help but buck his hips and suppress a whine. he styles it out, tantalisingly slow as he rolls his hips, grinding against your pleasure point, your slick walls. blood rushes in your ears, your body feral with need. you can’t even tease, disobey him for the fun of it, not when he’s wound you up so delectably. your body keens for him, hums with the sparks, a live wire.

“don’t wanna be able to walk when you’re done,” you slur, beginning to ramble. “want to feel you so deep that i’m ruined. ‘m yours, lando. have me.” you plead.

pleasure shoots through him, then, rapid and unwavering. he’s unforgiving as he rails into you, immediately stoking the fire in your belly. all of his body weight is on you, sweaty skin sticking and slapping as his hipbones bruise into yours.

“is that how you want it, huh, baby?” he manages to growl, scooping up your wrists in one big paw, his other hand working down the planes and curves of your body. he finds the triangles of your bikini top, hastily tearing them down just enough so that your tits spill out. all for him. all his. “look at this perfect fucking body,” his breathe hitches, awestruck. “is it all mine?”

you cry out, nodding shamelessly as he ghosts his fingers around the swell of your nipple, switching to the other when he’s satisfied with the peak. he alternates between them, twisting and tugging, barely there and all too hard. you can only plead his name and tighten around his cock.

once he’s overstimulated your chest, he works his fingers further down your body, stopping now and then to dig into your flesh, appreciating the soft feeling of your skin under his calloused hands.

“and this hot, little cunt… is this mine, too?” lando breathes, right against the shell of your ear. his thumb presses hard against your thrumming clit, smearing your slick over the bud. “to play with? is it baby?”

“god, yes.” you manage to bellow, the strained words tearing over your vocal chords.

“yes, what?” lando snaps, slapping lightly over the bundle of nerves.

“it’s yours!” you sob, choking on your own voice.

“to…?” lando coaxes, a smirk tugging at his swollen lips as he looks at you expectantly.

“to play with.” you stutter, cheeks tinged hot with embarrassment that seeps down your neck and between your sweat-dampened bodies.

“that’s my good girl. my pretty, pretty girl.” he mutters, more to himself than to you.

“‘m so close.” you breathe, writhing up the mattress, his body atop your inescapable. he toys with your clit, pinching the electrified nerves, watching how you buck your hips and leak onto the mattress. he’s covered in you, his belly glistening in the sunlight that washes over you, sealing you forever in this golden, sparkling moment.

“want me to cum all over your tummy, baby? mark you mine?” lando gasps, driving into you with one goal in mind. he has to get you there, wants to be painted in the remnants of your pleasure and hung up in every art museum in the world. if only he wasn’t so selfish, yearning to keep this stunning sight to himself for the rest of his life.

“n-no,” you pause, your jaw going slack for a moment as he circles your clit just right, grinds his hips so deep. “inside me.” you beg.

“fill me up.”

his vision blurs.

lando just about folds you in half, carnal desire surging through his veins. the hand keeping yours suspended over your head falls away, finding your navel where he applied a brutal, sweet pressure that leaves you blind and wailing. his other fingers busy themselves sinking into the meat of your thigh, dragging you backwards and forwards on his throbbing length.

your body goes limp, tears of pleasure trailing wetly down your face as your orgasm hits you, and lando can’t help but bury himself as deep as he can go. the rutting of his hips and the messy rub of his whole hand against your clit leaves you awestruck, sobbing into the air of the room. you’re covering him in waves, shivering as you grow overstimulated but you can’t help but chase the high. your violent quivers and dripping cunt make him whine, high pitched and divine, and he drops onto you, filling you up. he can’t seem to stop, painting you white from the inside out, watching the way it drips out of you, coating the base of his cock.

this can’t be over yet, he decides. he needs to hear you scream.

“lemme help you with that.” he mumbles, slinking down your body, eyes fixed solely on where you were joined together.

you don’t even get a chance to mourn the loss of him buried inside of you, no. you’re too busy pushing at his curls, pleading that he lets up, but he can’t. it’s not that he won’t, it’s that he quite simply can’t.

his tongue runs up the seam of your pussy, lapping over the mixture you’ve made and you can’t do anything but cry and thrash, white hot with pleasure and pain. its so good that it hurts, and you give in, knowing that he isn’t going to stop unless you say the magic words. lord knows, you won’t. lando knows you won’t.

it’s torturous, really, the way he sucks your clit into his mouth, drags his tongue over his mess and slips it right into your entrance. he swirls and sucks and nips and tugs. it’s like he’s turned a faucet on, watching hazily as you drip and drip, more of you and him seeping onto his tongue. he’s insatiable as he licks you clean, unable to resist luring you into a third orgasm.

and when it hits, god, does it hit.

the scream he pulls from your body is deafening, makes him shake with the intensity of it, the vibrations rippling through your body and ricocheting off of his. you relax limply into the mattress, urgently needing a break. you watch through hooded eyes as he slurps anything left of you from his reddened lips, your thighs clenching unconsciously. he just chuckles, flopping down beside you.

“tired, baby?” lando teases, stroking over your rapidly rising and falling ribs.

“just a tad.” you deadpan, unable to hold back the giggles as serotonin soothes you.

“oh, sweetheart. i’m not even nearly done with you yet.” lando grins toothily, deviously.

something he said about fucking you ‘anywhere’ you wanted dawns on you and your eyes widen.

-

anywhere really did mean anywhere.

he’d had to carry you to the shower when you were finally done, holding you close under the spray. you were lost to the memory of him pushing you into the sideboard in the hallway, laying you flat across the kitchen counter, eating you like dessert on the very same sun lounger that you’d been perched on when this whole marathon commenced.

you’re utterly spent, eyelids sagging when he finally sets you down on the sofa, playing on his phone while you fall asleep watching the office.

you’re curled up in lando’s lap, legs hanging over the end of the sofa when max finds you. hair still wet from the much needed shower and fast asleep in his best friends arms. he actively chooses to quell the disgusted curl of his lips. you look so peaceful, safe. his plans to throttle lando for his earlier stint subside.

“call me a wankstain on society later, if you want, but please don’t wake her up.” lando speaks with a hushed tone, not even gracing max with eye contact, his eyes remaining on the candies he’d been crushing before the other fewtrell turned up.

“i- no, i wasn’t gonna call you that. i did, however, consider driving that very nice, very vintage lambo you hired off a cliff.” max mutters. lando scoffs a laugh.

“you would have paid for it.” he still doesn’t look up from the phone. max eyes the way lando strokes your side, in time with the crests and falls of your breath. it’s tender, intimate.

max considers that there’s a strong possibility he was wrong.

“mate, listen-“

“nope. she’s your baby sister, i get it. i get it. you can hate me for it, but you crossed a line going after her like that.” lando finally looks up at max, glowering sternly.

“i’m gonna talk to her.” max bows his head, as if he’s ashamed of himself and lando softens slightly.

“you should, mate. she wants your support, your approval means everything.” lando says. “look, i love her. i really do. and while you were accusing me of trying to ruin her life, you were crushing her.” lando sighs, his voice wavering with a hint of pain. max meets his gaze.

“for the record, i don’t think anyone will ever be good enough for my little sister, but you come pretty fucking close.” max relents, pushing his pride aside, finally. lando smiles, small and knowing.

“i just wanna make her happy.” he shrugs, a look of hopeless romance, utter devotion and pure happiness radiating off of him in waves as he gazes down at your frame. something in max’s belly snaps, the apprehension dissolving to mush. he had gotten this all wrong.

“you do.” he hums, watching how you curl further into lando as you stir in your sleep, the drivers fingers delicately combing your hair away from your face. “but,” max quips.

lando grimaces, bracing himself.

“if you ever, ever, pull something like that again,” max shivers with disgust at the insinuation. “i will remove your bollocks and make you watch me crash the miura.” max swears, pointing a finger of warning.

“seems like everyone’s come to their senses, no more… pranks from me.” lando holds his free hand up in mock surrender.

“have you two kissed and made up yet?” you murmur, stretching out in lando’s arms. you rub sleep from your eyes, sitting up and leaning into your boyfriends solid frame, resting against him as your eyes flit to your brother.

“we’re good. ‘m, uh, sorry.” max nods, attempting to be heartfelt. lando chokes on a laugh as it falls flat.

“you’re “uh, sorry”?” you deadpan, crossing your arms over your chest.

“i’m really sorry.” max tries again, and you grin cheekily at your brother, watching as his shoulders release the tension they’ve been carrying all afternoon. he turns to leave, halfway to the door when you call out to him.

“hey, max?”

“yeah, lovely?” your chest warms at the sweet nickname. you’d forgotten the last time he’d called you that.

“wash your sheets.” your eyes blaze with amusement and you hear lando’s sharp inhale of breath, shocked that you’d gone there.

“you didn’t- my god, you did not-“ max splutters, his face almost green with nausea.

“you’ll never know for sure.” you grin. you think he’s going to faint.

serves the bastard right.

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Daylight (Song Fic)

Based on “Daylight” by Maroon 5

WandaxReader // Angst

Summary: As morning closes in on Westview, you spend your last moments with her.

Trigger Warnings: Death

*There’s a throwaway line that could potentially be interpreted as the reader being latinx or having latinx roots. 

Word Count: 2,696

A/N: I found this mostly finished draft and finished it. Nothing special but still thought I'd post it.

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Here I am waiting, I'll have to leave soon

Why am I holding on?

We knew this day would come, we knew it all along

How did it come so fast?

You stood by the bottom of the staircase, hand trailing down the railing. Your eyes flit over to the top of the stairs, thoughts of your boys who now lay asleep run through your mind. The events of the last week played over and over in your head; even though it had only been a short time, it felt like a lifetime. 

So many questions ran through your head, the inability to focus on a single one and the struggle to even muster up an answer left an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. You do not know where you came from nor what you were, and that scares you. According to everyone, you have been gone for a long time now. 

Your thought process is interrupted as the red hue of the retreating barrier that gave you this reality catches your eyes through the window. It got closer and closer with every passing second; your time was running out faster than you were prepared for. 

This is our last night but it's late

And I'm trying not to sleep

'Cause I know, when I wake

I will have to slip away

Your attention is brought over to Wanda when you hear the click of a lamp being turned off in the living room, another one still lighting up the space. Dread fills your body; You did not want to be in the dark. You want to be able to see her, to hold her close to you and feel her heart beat against yours, to be able to gaze into her eyes and say “I love you” one last time. You want to say goodbye.

With that thought running through your mind, you walk towards the lamp she just turned off and light it back up, just as she turns off the other. She tilts her head to the side in an inquisitive manner, a soft smile shaping her lips. You take a few moments before answering as you try to commit every small detail of her to memory. 

“I, um… My grandma once told me that it’s bad luck to say goodbye in the dark,” you finally answer. The excuse was lame, but you can not bring yourself to care. All you cared about was this moment, here and now. All you cared about was her. 

“No she didn’t,” she says softly with a gentle shake of her head. A quiet, amused sigh escapes your lips. 

“Yeah, no. No, she didn’t,” you walk closer to her, standing a few feet away from her, “I just… I wanted to see you clearly.”

“And?” she closes the gap between you as she reaches out for your hands.

“And…”  you look down as you hold her hands in your own, “Here you are.”

A buzzing sound fills the room and both you and Wanda stare out to the approaching energy field. Your grip tightens up around her hands, fearing that you yourself would suddenly disappear without a warning. The sinking feeling in your chest was back stronger than before, the realization that time was fleeting crashing back again. You tear your gaze away from the window and look at your wife, the woman you loved, and say, “Dance with me.”

Her eyes, which were previously holding worry, soften as she settles her sights on you once more. “Please?” you add softly.

And when the daylight comes I'll have to go

But tonight I'm gonna hold you so close

'Cause in the daylight we'll be on our own

But tonight I need to hold you so close

Ooh whoa, ooh whoa, ooh whoa

Ooh whoa, ooh whoa, ooh whoa

“Please?” you draw out the word, your hand outstretched for her to grab if she accepted. F.R.I.D.A.Y. had been blasting music throughout the compound speakers all day for no known reason and no one had been able to make the AI stop. Additionally, no one knew why the AI was playing music; You choose to believe that one of the ex-S.H.I.E.L.D. agents that was now working for Stark Industries had successfully tampered with the AI’s systems as a prank.

You were helping Wanda in the kitchen with lunch when your favorite song from when you were a child came on. A wide smile spreads across your cheeks when you hear its first notes, a wave of nostalgia and happy memories washing over you. Letting go of the kitchen knife you were holding, you start dancing along to the music, not caring if your moves matched with the rhythm. 

Wanda stops stirring the pot and looks at you with a confused albeit amused expression. You catch her stare and, somehow, your smile widens. You were completely captured by her eyes, the way that she smiles, the shape of her lips. You couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to kiss her. 

“Come on Maximoff, join me,” you say while doing the silliest dance move you could think of. This brings out a laugh from her, and you make it your mission to hear that sound again. “No, no, no, I don’t dance,” she shakes her head in amusement. 

“Come on, dance with me,” you drag just about every word in that sentence while extending out your arm towards her, “just one song, one song and we can get back to cooking.

“Please?”

She rolls her eyes playfully at your antics; even though she has not known you for a very long time, she finds you to be quite endearing, perhaps even charming. She can’t help but think that Pietro would have liked you if he were still here. 

She reaches out for your arm, “Fine, just one dance.” An excited grin breaks out on your face and you pull her close to you just as a bachata song begins to play. A smile breaks out on your face as you look up at the ceiling, a different set of images of family gatherings and parties flashing through your mind.  

Here I am staring at your perfection

In my arms, so beautiful

The sky is getting bright, the stars are burning out

Somebody slow it down

You hold both her hands in yours, “have you ever danced bachata before?” 

“I have never heard this type of music before,” she answers honestly, a soft blush coating her cheeks. You give her a soft smile before saying, “that’s okay, just follow me, you’re in for a treat.

You explain the simple dance moves while showcasing the steps, your hands swinging along to your movements. “And you just repeat those steps. Oh, and you have to move your hips as you step.” 

Wanda watches you intently and tries her best to follow in suit. You watch as she stares down at her feet, trying her best to match your movements and rhythm. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed in concentration, her mouth curving in a way indicative of her biting the inside of her lip. She looked cute when she was concentrating.

“You know you’re allowed to mess up the rhythm a little bit and enjoy yourself, right?” you ask teasingly.

Her eyes lift up from the ground and focus on you, giving you a playful glare while the corners of her lips tick up in amusement. “Shut up,” she says softly, though her tone indicated no annoyance. Regardless, your comment managed to do the trick, as you notice her body becoming less stiff and fully giving into the music.

This is way too hard

'Cause I know, when the sun comes up

I will leave, this is my last glance

That will soon be memory

Soon enough, the both of you fell into rhythm and Wanda had mastered the basic steps. “I’m gonna give you a little spin now, okay?” you ask with a small giggle. 

Wanda looked up at you, and you could sense a bit of anxiety from her. She took a quick breath, relaxing once more before saying, “okay.”

You can’t hold back the smile that comes to your lips. You could feel a flutter in your chest. “Okay, in three, two, one.”

You let go of her waist and you spin her around and she laughs her wonderful laugh. “See? It’s easy,” you smile at her. “You were right,” she admits, her shining eyes met yours. Your heart could not help but melt. “Let’s do it again,” you say as a similar beat is about to come up again. “Okay,” she breathes out. 

You begin to spin her once more, but this time, she lost her balance and knocked into you.

The slight misstep somehow had you both tumbling to the ground with you falling on top of her. 

A fit of giggles erupt from the both of you as you move off from on top of her. “Are you okay?” you ask, still giggling, as you stand up and stretch your hand out to her. She gives you a soft “yes” and a nod as she graciously accepts it and you help her up off the ground. As you do, you accidentally pulled her right into your arms. The air seems to electrify around the both of you, the light teasing air suddenly dissipating into a more serious atmosphere.

Goosebumps cover your skin as time seemingly stills around you. All you can do is stare into the lovely green hues of her eyes. Thoughts of how much you’d like to kiss her ran through your mind. Neither of you realized how close your faces were to one another until Tony’s voice cut through the tension that penetrated the room, “Want me to set off the sprinklers? Make it a scene from Singing in the Rain?”

You both immediately break away from each other, putting a few feet of distance between the two of you. 

“Wh-what do you want, Tony?” you ask as you feel your face burning with the embarrassment of being caught. “Don’t mind me, Casablanca, I’m looking for my coffee mug,” he says as he crosses his arms over his chest, his signature cocky smile on his face. You quickly grab his Iron-Man-helmet-shaped coffee mug from the counter and hand it to him. “Here you go, see you later,” you avoid his eyes and all but push him out of the kitchen. 

“Let me know for next time, I’d love to watch Grease live,” he says ironically. You let out a fake laugh while holding out your middle finger at him as he leaves the kitchen. You hear him singing both parts of “Summer Nights” as he walks away down the corridor.

Silence then settles over the room and part of you is hesitant to look at her. You played with your thumbs as anxiety twinged in your heart. You couldn’t have been the only one who felt that, right? 

And when the daylight comes I'll have to go

But tonight I'm gonna hold you so close

'Cause in the daylight we'll be on our own

But tonight I need to hold you so close

Ooh whoa, ooh whoa, ooh whoa

Ooh whoa, ooh whoa, ooh whoa

A shaky intake of breath makes you snap your head at her. She was still staring out to where Tony had just disappeared through before her eyes landed on you. An electric surge suddenly filled your body and, before you could think about it, you began to speak, “Wanda, I--”

“Would you like to go out with me?” she suddenly blurted out before you could finish your sentence. A stunned silence overtakes you as Wanda herself seems to begin to understand what exactly she just said out loud. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-- I did not--,” she begins to stumble through an apology, but it was your turn to interrupt. 

“I would love to go out with you,” you say, a smile quickly growing on your lips, “I would absolutely love to go out with you.”

Relief floods her expression as you see the tension roll off her shoulders. As realization sets in, she also breaks out into a radiant smile that makes your heart melt. “I hear there’s a nice coffee shop that opened recently not far from here. Maybe we can go there tonight?” you ask tentatively as you bite the inside of your cheek.

“That sounds nice,” she says as she looks down and begins to play with her fingers. You caught the light blush covering her cheeks and you feel your own begin to warm up. “Perfect,” you clear your voice, “it’s-it’s a date then.”

She looks up into your eyes, the smile never leaving her face, “it’s a date.”

I never wanted to stop

Because I don't wanna start all over, start all over

I was afraid of the dark

But now it's all that I want, all that I want, all that I want

Memories of your first date flood your mind. You remember the coffee shop that you went to, where you did not leave until closing time and then walking to Central Park. It started to rain and there was nowhere to take shelter, so you both played in the rain, despite shivering by the end of it. You remember the museum date you went on and imitating the T-Rex in the dinosaur exhibit. The younger kids that hung around laughed and started to imitate you. You remember dancing on the Compound’s rooftop under the stars while everyone slept. You told her you loved for the first time in the moonlight. 

Memories of a life before magic stones and genocidal maniacs became clear after having been fuzzy in your mind for so long. 

“Yes,” she finally says, “I’ll dance with you.”

You smile a grateful smile. You place one of your hands on the small of her back; she, in turn, wrapped an arm around your shoulder. Your other hands joined together in the air as you looked into each other's eyes for a few brief moments. You both sway gently around the room, falling into a rhythm that is all too familiar to you both. As many times before, no music played to accompany your movements; you did not need any.

You give her a slow spin, and she giggled. “Careful not to trip,” you say gently with a smile. She playfully hits your chest as she gracefully lands in your arms once more. You begin to hum a tune as you continue to dance. She lays her head against you and sighs softly.

You stare down at her lovingly. ‘I wish we could stay like this forever,’ you think to yourself.

And when the daylight comes I'll have to go

But tonight I'm gonna hold you so close

'Cause in the daylight we'll be on our own

But tonight I need to hold you so close

Another buzzing sound interrupts the moment, and you both instinctively look out the window. You look on as the force barrier continues to approach quickly and a feeling of dread bubbles up at the bottom of your stomach. 

“It seems like we’re out of time, darling,” you say quietly, as if speaking too loudly would make the barrier close faster. You realized you were still holding on to each other as you felt her grip tighten around your arms. Neither one of you was ready to let go. 

You tear your gaze away from the widow, your eyes falling on her. You find yourself taking in every detail of her again.

“Wanda, I--” you begin to say, “this may not be the best time for this, but I feel like I need to know. What am I?” 

Her gaze softens as she stares into your eyes. For a moment, you were transported to the day you taught her to dance in the kitchen while you cooked together.

“You, my love, are the combination of everything we’ve been through. Every memory, every fight, every dance… You are the embodiment of our love. But most importantly, you are who you have always been.” 

She gave you the softest of smiles. And you gave her one back. You tighten your hold on her briefly, wanting to tell her how much you loved her in any which way possible.

Another electrical sound reverberated throughout the house. Time was up; the barrier finally hit. 

And when the daylight comes I'll have to go

But tonight I'm gonna hold you so close

'Cause in the daylight we'll be on our own

But tonight I need to hold you so close

Ooh whoa, ooh whoa, ooh whoa

Ooh whoa, ooh whoa, ooh whoa

Ooh whoa (yeah), ooh whoa (yeah), ooh whoa (yeah)

Ooh whoa (yeah), ooh whoa (yeah), ooh whoa

Everything around you began to decompose, the layers of the past peeling off the walls as time flew backwards. You caught a look at your own skin, how it seems to glow a brilliant gold as you slowly start to fade away along with everything that surrounds you. You felt no pain, not even a tingle. Your eyes fall back on hers.Tears stained her cheeks, but her eyes only held love and adoration. 

You place your hand on her cheek and wipe her tears away. You give her a soft, sad smile. You will meet again. Somewhere, somehow, you will be together again, along with your boys and a dog named Lucky.

She smiled back at you, the warm touch of her hand falling on top of yours. It was at that moment that you knew she would be okay, and that is all the reassurance you needed. 

You pressed your forehead against hers and wrapped your arms around her waist, sinking into the fading feeling of her warm touch. “I love you,” you whisper to her while hugging her close to you.

“I love you, too.”

You closed your eyes and squeezed her hand for the last time, and you welcomed the surrounding darkness that enveloped you in a familiar, loving warmth.

[kazumiwrites-fanfiction]

Just Like Animals

SUMMARY: Floyd isn't what he appears to be on the outside. WORD COUNT: ~300

WARNINGS: Basically yandere/possessive/jealous Floyd, NOT FLUFF, Floyd being genuinely scary to everyone except you, Grim please be careful, Floyd hurting someone (implied??), scary ending (to me, I'm weak) A/N: When I say Floyd is one of my fav characters (was my first pick at the start, now Azul is my first) yet I still knew I had to write this- I could most definitely make a whole series out of this with yandere TWST boys but I'm tired and lazy (I absolutely want to do the Octavinelle trio because I'm biased but I also don't have time) (I can 100% see Jade being creepier than Floyd but I don't think my "I get scared when watching horror movies" self could handle it) I casually wrote this in under 30 minutes hahaha I need sleep and to do my homework Song this is based from is: Animals by Maroon 5

© kazumiwrites - All rights reserved; please do not steal, edit, copy, repost (etc) my work without my express permission.

Floyd had never stuck you as the possessive type. Or the jealous type.

But you couldn't deny that you felt a bit relieved when he offered to 'squeeze' whoever hurt you.

You knew he was good at protecting you, after all.

What you didn't know was the nature of how he looked after you.

You thought it was normal, but it clearly wasn't to others.

No one was hurting Floyd's koebi-chan, and everyone knew it.

Not even Jade or Azul could get away with doing anything to you. If they even touched a singular hair on your head… Pretty things wouldn't happen.

And if it was anyone else, worse things would definitely occur.

He was always in a good mood with you - but when he was away from you, his moods were often sour.

He was such a lighthearted goofball when he was with you that you found yourself forgetting how dangerous he could be.

You had seen him almost hurt Grim once because "he had been too rude to you" (you were used to it at this point, there was no use in hurting the furball).

Every time you even tried to be friendly to another human, Floyd was always there, almost like he was claiming you as his.

He was always there, always with you.

It got to the point where it could be seen as creepy.

Still, you brushed it off as it was just Floyd. He was always like that.

Then one day, you woke up, freezing as you felt someone beside you in your bed. You turned to see a mop of teal hair. It made you feel sick, almost like you were going to throw up.

Why was he here, in your room - laying so close to you? What was going on?

Floyd nuzzled into you, holding you close to his chest. His special treasure.

"I'm never letting you go, koebi-chan~"

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Teen and Up Rated Fics Masterlist (13)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 /

Created: January 28th, 2024

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All's Fair-wineredroseblossoms (ao3) Summary: “I dream of you,” he said, his voice husky and desperate. Somehow, the space between them had shrunk to nearly nothing. He was so close he could smell her scent: honeysuckle and soap. It was intoxicating, maddening. His lips grazed the shell of her ear as he murmured. “I dream of you, and such dreams as I would never speak of to a soul, save … save for the woman who inhabits them.”

but the rain is always gonna come (if you’re standing with me)-starryprose (ao3) Summary: Katniss, Peeta, and the rain. Based off the prompt “One character is caught in the rain someplace & they are contemplating what to do when their partner comes running out of nowhere with an umbrella & they go home together.”

Christmas Wish-burkygirl (ao3) Summary: Katniss has only one chance to be able to give Prim the Christmas she deserves, a talent contest sponsored by the local radio station. Still grieving over the recent death of his father, Peeta is spending a quiet day in the bakery when a bittersweet Christmas song drifts over the radio, stirring up a longing for his lost love. This songfic is a one-shot from the Flying Solo universe, inspired by Michael Buble’s cover of All I Want for Christmas is You.

Come Morning Light-crazyundeadfairy (ff.net) Summary: A very AU take on Peeta's rescue in Mockingjay.

Happy Birthday Peeta (Perfect)-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: Jrosely requested a surprise party for Peeta. Katniss and Peeta have been best friends since they were little, and on Peeta's birthday things change between the two.

If We Met Up at Midnight-Mollywog (ao3) Summary: Had the messenger arrived a day earlier, he would have been greeted by a yellow flag above our door, and had to turn back, summons undelivered. The odds, however, are not in my favor.

Impressive-burkygirl (ao3) Summary: A prequel to The One, in response to the prompt: “Well that’s the single most impressive thing I’ve ever seen someone do.”

Longest Night-LastLeaf (ao3) Summary: I know it's him without even having to turn around, though I'm still shocked he's here. Peeta Mellark isn't exactly the type to slum it in the Seam. But here he is, bundled up in a long, dark wool coat with large buttons down the front, a fine maroon scarf snugly knotted at his throat. I don't see Peeta outside the bakery very often, but every once in awhile I might run into him at the public market in Town. When that happens, he'll give me a lopsided grin and a friendly “Hey, stranger,” but, even though we've gotten to know each other a little bit in the past year or so, we rarely talk about anything personal. On the night of the Winter Solstice, Katniss finds a way to help Peeta Mellark.

On the First day of Christmas…-oakfarmer (ao3) Summary: District 7's tradition of 'Christmas' has spread to the post war District 12. Peeta tries to help Katniss embrace these new strange customs. Hoping a few of them may bring his true love some cheer during the winter season.

Side Project-Ronja (ao3) Summary: A collection of scenes written for "the Project", but removed for various reasons - usually pacing and for sheer length. Not necessarily compliant anymore with the rest of the story.

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 21/03/2024

Poké Village

Season 5 Featured on: SiIvaGunner's Highest Quality Rips: Volume C

Ripped by XxFemBu55yL0V3RxX

I've yapped on and on before on here about what the true core of SiIvaGunner is, be it comedy, emotion, shitposting, community, lore, what have you. There obviously isn't one true answer to that question: it's all subjective, not just based on your own reading of the channel, but your own experiences with it. As an aspiring writer, I love digging deep into its narrative and theming, the stuff found in Nice, Slick, Blackness and NIGHTMARESCAPE 〜Unrestrained HyperCam 2〜 (Final Boss Phase 2) - but other people are far more invested in the act of ripping itself, the people who go the mile beyond that even I do and keep up with all the various fan channels, or even make rips themselves. But no matter your angle, there's one thing that binds everything together, the thing that Poké Village and so many other rips represent. To share what you love, and love what others share.

I'm sure that at this point, Violet Snow Memories is one of my most-linked posts on this blog, but that's exactly because it represents that theme so well. Kyle Hyde's duology of DS Adventure games aren't exactly worldwide phenomenons, yet there are still people out there - people like Uncle Fill - who wish to share their love for the games in any way they can. And in turn, I myself have enjoyed hundreds of rips representing games and franchises I've never really engaged with much, franchises like Touhou with Imperial Touwer or Sable with Sable's Stickerbush. But it doesn't really matter whether or not I'M a fan of these series, when its ever-so-evident just how much the people making these rips love them, the love you can see in the rips themselves. And hell, I've said it before and I'll say it again: It was Chaze the Chat's love for Maroon 5 as a band, its early history and distinct style highlighted in the rips on SiIvaGunner, rips like As Miku Collides, that got ME invested in the band in return. Each ripper on SiIvaGunner, each contributor and fan submitter, wishes to share a piece of themselves with SiIva's audience, and it's truly heartwarming to see how many of us are able to look beyond the boundaries of fandom to appreciate real quality.

Which, then, brings us back to Poké Village - a rip featuring the Pokke Village theme from the Monster Hunter series. First appearing when the series was still primarily on the PlayStation Portable, and only reappearing on the core-fan installment Monster Hunter Generations. The franchise is far from niche, the song far from obscure - but it still isn't exactly a theme known to those *outside* of the Monster Hunter sphere, in the way that we for instance all know the tune of Green Hill Zone without having played a Sonic game. SiIvaGunner isn't exactly a gathering spot for the Monster Hunter community (the games themselves have a pitiful amount of rips on the channel), but by just Poké Village alone, you may be fooled into thinking otherwise.

What XxFemBu55yL0V3RxX's created here is a beautiful 7-minute arrangement of the aforementioned Pokke Village theme, initially led by the very same nostalgic Game Boy hum that leads much of the Johto Pokémon games' soundtracks. The extensiveness of the arrangement alone speaks volumes - it reminds me of rips like Jesus of the Underground right off the bat - but its hardly where the rip stops to impress. For one, I think the choice in game to use for this "bait-and-switch" arrangement is incredibly smart and quite deliberate. As an outsider, I need not have played a Monster Hunter game to get a sense for what Pokke Village is like, due purely to my associations with Ecruteak City and how those feelings are leveraged in the rip. I have no nostalgia nor attachment to any Monster Hunter game, yet the emotion present in just the rip's first half alone, the way the theme swells and settles, it conveys the rural village atmosphere pitch-perfectly. And all of it is, of course, elevated by the rip's unexpected twist - the remarkably seamless switch from the Pokémon GSC sound, to something far closer to a ground-up arrangement.

At first, I drew the conclusion that it was directly based on the Ecruteak City or Cianwood City theme of Pokémon HeartGold/SoulSilver, the 2009 remakes of the Johto Pokémon games for Nintendo DS. And while the arrangement feels incredibly similar to the sound of the DS, from the samples used to their quality, I can't directly connect the instruments used to either of the two city themes (which share a melody but with differing arranges). Yet the vibe is what truly matters, XxFemBu55yL0V3RxX is able to harness the warmth and comfort of those familiar DS-era samples to further bring home the sheer vibe of the Pokke Village theme that elevates the rip beyond its starting point, beyond its initial concept. I love pleasant surprise escalations like this, like I covered back in Plantasia 2, and much like that rip itself - I love how Poké Village is using it purely to further push a message of affection for a piece of media XxFemBu55yL0V3RxX seemingly holds very close to him.

Melody swaps between themes with such similar atmosphere are always some of the most surefire hits on SiIva, I'm reminded of just how quickly Aquadial enchanted me to name just one. And Poké Village certainly fits that mold, but I'm enamored by just how far XxFemBu55yL0V3RxX went to celebrate this theme that many of us are likely still rather unfamiliar with, to champion a franchise otherwise so underrepresented on SiIvaGunner with a seven-minute tribute covering two entirely different styles of arrangement. And it makes me so happy that it all worked, that the rip was able to hit the way it does without me having ever played a Monster Hunter game. Or in other words, that I was able to love the piece of himself that he shared in this rip.

[randombush3]

Sunday Morning

florence pugh x footballer!reader

summary: based off the Maroon 5 song ‘Sunday Morning’

words: 1470

warnings: gets a little bit angsty

notes: just a little in-between-er while i work on the lengthier, juicier stuff. And absolutely NOT proofread x

This is rare.

Waking up to a bed with both of you in it. Not needing to attack the day ahead. Being allowed to listen to the rain falling, softly beating against the windows of your bedroom.

Sunday mornings like this are so special.

You yawn as you slowly open your eyes, skin prickling. Expecting it but feeling betrayed nonetheless, you glance at where the covers should be, knowing they’re bundled around your girlfriend because she gets so cold during the night ever since you developed that habit of rolling over in your sleep. You steal what’s yours back, not waking her but not minding if she stirs. She makes a quiet noise as your cooler skin slots beside her furnace, but this is the only sign of life.

Clouds shroud the light that briefly illuminated the bedroom, and you drift off once again, this time, with your girlfriend twisting to fit the mould you are in, burying her face between the pillows and your arm.

You struggle to remember the last time you woke up like this. You don’t live here half the time, having to find ways to split time between football and actually having a life. Things just get so crazy, and living the life you have built with Flo gets hard to do. She knows you try, and is also to blame when it comes to the lack of occupation your shared apartment has at times.

Every plane ticket you buy to lengthen the distance is bought because you will gladly hit the road, get up and go, if it means that someday you will be led back to her. You can leave easily because you know you will be coming back, and you know that when you head on a flight bound for wherever she is, you are returning home.

Thinking back to the week you’ve had — the tears you’ve shed, the stress, the pain — this may have been all you needed. To hold her again. To love her and to touch her. After all, in the darkness, she is all you see. The light at the end of a tunnel, the encapsulating warmth that draws patterns over your skin and marks you as hers and only hers forever. The happy ending to a horrific seven days.

Your musings must have woken her. Maybe you were thinking too loud.

She murmurs something unintelligible, eyes half-open but indefinitely looking at you. Then, louder, she brushes her hand over your hip, touch feather-light and careful, saying your name wistfully. You are quickly reminded that this day-off has come about due to a fractured ankle, a pang of grief stabbing into your heart like a blunt knife, forced through. You’ve been allowed three days to process and make sure you’re in the correct mental state to even begin recovery. She held you last night while you cried, and asks you again how you are feeling.It is a question commonly used in your relationship, but packs more meaning right now. There are a lot of feelings, obviously.

“I want to do something today,” you reply quietly, not needing to raise your voice barely above a whisper. Such is the tranquillity of two women alone in bed together. (Unless you happen to be doing something else — then forget that statement.) “So I don’t become a lump on the sofa.”

She chuckles, shaking her head. “Rest your bones with me right now,” she whispers, amusement not hidden at all. “And then why don’t we go for brunch later on?”

“Yeah, okay,” you mumble, disappointed once more by the restrictions in place. You don’t bring your crutches into the bedroom for fear they’ll haunt you while you dream. “I can drive us to that place in Greenwich. I’ll go slowly.” It’s a desperate attempt.

Her reply is instantaneous. “Absolutely not.” The attempt fails like it inevitably would. “Can we watch TV? I’ll grab your crutches.” And with that, you start hobbling away to the kitchen to prove you can move on your own, and get tricked into making her coffee. You never want to leave.

Three weeks later, she visits you in Barcelona. Your apartment here is your own, empty of things that smell like her. She changes that quickly, taking over every surface with things she somehow managed to fit in her suitcase, spreading out her shit until you can barely find your toothbrush. You know that brands send her their products to try, but don’t hesitate to remind her she doesn’t have to actually use them. You’re sure your bathroom cabinet might fall off the wall with how full it is.

It’s Sunday again, the fourth day of her trip, but the first day of doing nothing. There's quite a bit to do and see in the city, and she’s forced you to show her around. You get a lie in today because the girls have a game later. You can’t play for another four weeks at the very least, but have promised to watch and support them. Even if the thought of playing still makes your fists clench and your breath hitch. How are you supposed to not do what you were born to do? It’s your destiny, your fate, and a stupid ankle shouldn’t have gotten in the way of that. (But it did.)

“Morning,” she says, blinking in order to adjust her eyes to the light pouring through the blinds. “What time is it?”

You shrug, unable to check because your girlfriend is on top of you and your phone is too far away. “I know that you said you didn’t want to—”

“I recall you agreeing,” she interrupts indignantly.

“Right.” You smile. “I’m really feeling much better; my ankle doesn’t even hurt. So… we can—you know?”

“Feeling frisky?” she teases, sitting up, straddling you. Your fingers trace her every outline, feeling like artwork. Irreplaceable. You would definitely hang her up in a museum. (If she were a painted picture, not a person. No — that would be unethical.)

Flo leans down and brushes her lips against yours, half expecting you to have teeth waiting there for her. You take it slowly at first, however, aware of how big a lie your update on your ankle is.

You’re interrupted by the buzz of the bell at the entrance. Lucy and Keira are asking to be let up, considering they don’t have to start preparing for another two hours. They know Flo’s round, which typically means to leave you the fuck alone, but Lucy says she brought coffees and wants to talk to her favourite person. It makes you and Keira both feel amazing when the person she means is Flo. Really amazing.

With a sigh, you let them up, and enjoy the rest of the day in the shadow of your girlfriend.

Then, when Flo flies back to England and you’re left alone, you suddenly feel out of place and unwanted. It seems the one good thing about you — football — has been snuffed out with a small breath, and there is a crushing weight on your chest all the time. Maybe it has been there all along. Maybe Flo helps you not to notice.

With her gone, all you can do is notice. It consumes you to the point where you stop charging your phone and leaving your flat and attending your recovery sessions. It’s flagged up immediately by the club, who can fix the work-related problems, but you don’t tell anyone about the radio-silence Flo is on the other end of. The poor woman has to reach out to your friends to make sure you’re alive.

After a week, you send her a text; a brief hello. She responds quickly, and you reply hours later. She doesn’t text back for a day. And then you sway back and forth like branches in a storm, stable and unsteady. The weather changes, and you’re still together when the storm ends.

The arguments happen while you are in separate countries, and end within two weeks. The next time you see her, you’ve been on good terms, though some wounds are still fresh. Flo knows that you are going through a time where living is becoming increasingly harder to do, especially since your recovery period has been extended due to your blip in attendance.

Currently, you’re waiting for your plane to taxi onto the runway. It’s raining in Barcelona and you’re not supposed to have any time off, but as you stare out through the glass oval of a window, you swear you catch a glimpse of Flo in the reflection. It’s Sunday morning, and the sun hasn’t risen yet, and you’re hoping your heartbeat emits a signal for Flo. Something that sings ‘I’m coming back to you’. You will always find a way to bring yourself back to her.

tags: @pewpughpew @ridleypugh @jeyramarie @flosbelova @kassies-take @delfiore @yelenabelovasbxtch @xsophiesx @slut4milfs69 @sunshadesnrainbowz @wandasbb @karsonromanoff

[narrycherries]

love of my life : the playlist

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the following playlist is subject to change with new additions // the artists are listed alphabetically, not in any particular order — the songs are also not listed in any particular order // these songs are picked based on my personal music preferences // if you’re wanting to listen to the playlist, feel free to remove any artists you don’t like :) ** these songs will span the entire story.

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˖⁺‧₊˚ love of my life :: the playlist ˚₊‧⁺˖

˖⁺‧₊˚ adele ˚₊‧⁺˖

take it all

all I ask

˖⁺‧₊˚ ariana grande ˚₊‧⁺˖

off the table

pov

love me harder

supernatural

safety net

˖⁺‧₊˚ bailey zimmerman ˚₊‧⁺˖

rock and a hard place

never leave

˖⁺‧₊˚ christina aguilera ˚₊‧⁺˖

unless it’s with you

˖⁺‧₊˚ cody johnson ˚₊‧⁺˖

the painter

˖⁺‧₊˚ colbie calliat ˚₊‧⁺˖

worth it

˖⁺‧₊˚ demi lovato ˚₊‧⁺˖

easy (noah cyrus)

˖⁺‧₊˚ harry styles ˚₊‧⁺˖

canyon moon

golden

fine line

woman

daydreaming

daylight

late night talking

little freak

matilda

satellite

love of my life

falling

meet me in the hallway

from the dining table

˖⁺‧₊˚ kacey musgraves ˚₊‧⁺˖

cherry blossom

angel

easier said

heaven is

butterflies

love is a wild thing

golden hour

too good to be true

lonely millionaire

ruthless

˖⁺‧₊˚ lady gaga ˚₊‧⁺˖

always remember us this way

is that alright

i’ll never love again

˖⁺‧₊˚ lana del rey ˚₊‧⁺˖

love

cinnamon girl

cherry

love song

california

the greatest

˖⁺‧₊˚ miley cyrus ˚₊‧⁺˖

rose colored lenses

wild card

bottom of the ocean

you

never be me

angels like you

˖⁺‧₊˚ niall horan ˚₊‧⁺˖

put a little love on me

still

san francisco

black & white

save my life

too much to ask

you could start a cult

flicker

if you leave me

must be love

˖⁺‧₊˚ one direction ˚₊‧⁺˖

right now

strong

you & I

long way down

love you goodbye

what a feeling

if I could fly

where do broken hearts go

end of the day

infinity

˖⁺‧₊˚ pat benatar ˚₊‧⁺˖

heartbreaker

˖⁺‧₊˚ selena gomez ˚₊‧⁺˖

crowded room

souvenir

nobody

˖⁺‧₊˚ SZA ˚₊‧⁺˖

nobody gets me

˖⁺‧₊˚ taylor swift ˚₊‧⁺˖

the prophecy

begin again (taylor’s version)

sweet nothing

peace

dancing with our hands tied

I don’t wanna live forever

delicate

gold rush

ivy

wildest dreams (taylor’s version)

midnight rain

cornelia street

false god

afterglow

all of the girls you loved before

tis the damn season

treacherous (taylor’s version)

the 1

this love (taylor’s version)

maroon

state of grace (acoustic version)

happiness

back to december (taylor’s version)

sad beautiful tragic (taylor’s version)

˖⁺‧₊˚ tove lo ˚₊‧⁺˖

come undone

mateo

stay over

anywhere u go

˖⁺‧₊˚ zayn ˚₊‧⁺˖

dusk till dawn

˖⁺‧₊˚ 5 seconds of summer ˚₊‧⁺˖

lover of mine

best years

complete mess

[certifiedtrashmouth]

#66 for Spotify wrapped: Eddie Munson x Reader

(I'm currently reeling after reading Maroon, that was such beautiful heartbreak. I'm a little lost after it 😭🖤)

TRACK 66 - moodswings by 5 seconds of summer (eddie munson x reader)

a/n: first of all, i apologize for maroon!!! even though this song is a perfect recipe for angst, i tried to swing it as fluffy as possible to make up for that emotional damage lol. also i’m also having a ‘bad day’, and wish i had an understanding eddie to make it better.

warnings: mentions and subtle descriptions of depression

“through bloodshot eyes, the sky is falling. it kills when i try to push you away.” 

The room is dark when Eddie walks in. Your roommate had let him in, motioning him towards your room when he’d silently asked where you were with a look. Your door had been shut, so he knocked softly a few times. When he gets no response, he lets himself in quietly, shutting the door back behind him. 

He can barely make out the shape of you in your bed. It’s a messy mountain of blankets, a lump in the center he can only assume is you buried beneath. The only sound in the room is the hum of the fan in the corner. 

His movements are careful as he approaches, toeing off his shoes and discarding his jacket as neatly as possibly on the back of your desk chair. He takes in the state of your room: messy. Clothes litter the floor, there’s a few cups and plates stacked on the desk, your school bag is left unzipped and peaking out beneath the edge of your bed with your schoolwork carelessly poking out. There’s a half burned 3-wick candle left without its metal lid on your dresser - odd, considering you always try to recap the candles when they weren’t in use based on your incessant belief that them being left exposed would deteriorate the scent. 

“Sweetheart?” he whispers when he finally makes it to where you’re curled up, sitting on the edge of the bed as slowly as possible as to not fully disturb you. He can hardly make out the rise and fall of your shoulders as you breathe deeply. 

You’re not asleep. He knows you aren’t, because you snore. It’s something he’s light-heartedly teased you for relentlessly. 

But you’re not responding, and something in the back of his mind knows better than to press you any further. Instead, he takes a hand and gently places it where he believes your thigh is hidden. The warmth of his palm stirs you finally, and he watches as you very slowly turn and shift from beneath the covers. When he finally catches sight of you, his heart simply breaks. 

Your hair is a mess, and your eyes are glassy. Bloodshot, even. It’s obvious you had been crying, whether it was hours ago or seconds before. 

You don’t have to say a word. He stands, and you immediately lift the covers for him. He crawls into the cocoon you’ve created for yourself and so subtly invited him to join you in. Under the covers, it’s warmer than the previous chill of the room. Not by much, but still enough to be comfortable. He shifts himself into a comfortable position quickly, and in a moment’s time you’ve thrown yourself at him. You cling to his t-shirt as your face presses into his chest, leg thrown over his waist, tugging yourself impossibly close. 

He doesn’t mind. He just wraps his arms around you, letting his hand immediately go into auto-pilot as his fingers trail up and down your spine through the oversized t-shirt you’re wearing. The repetitive motion melts you as you relax, moving yourself even closer to him if that were possible. Your head ends up resting against his collarbone, nearly buried in his neck, and he tilts down his chin. 

His lips meet your temple in a chaste kiss before he murmurs, “Bad day?” 

You only nod. Words seem to have escaped you for the time being. 

He doesn’t mind. You both know he’ll stay here with you as long as you need. He won’t bring up nor judge for the messy state of your room nor your mind. He won’t press you to talk if you aren’t ready to. For now, he’s content just being here for you. He’s content to hold you in his arms, to remain in this bubble until you find a way to put the pieces back together and begin to feel better. All he wants you to know right now is that he’s here, and he always has been, and he always will be. During the good days and the bad days. 

You lay there together for an endless amount of time. It’s just you and him, the smell of his stale cigarettes and drug store cologne mingling with the waning remnants of the candle and dust. Everything about the moment is safe - there’s no judgment, no pressure, and certainly no hurry. His actions are a clear wordless whisper; take all the time you need, love. We have all the time it’ll take.

When the time comes and you’re ready, he’ll have the smiles ready. He’ll have his plethora of badly timed jokes and ridiculous stories to tell. He’ll fill you in on his day, or he’ll listen to you ramble as to what’s bothering you, if anything, if that’s what you need. But the time is not now. Right now is the time for silence and heavy tranquility. For hushed healing and effortless affinity.

He’s here for you. And that’s enough for now.

[lamialamia]

Title Tag Game

Rules: write out any fic titles you have that are based off of lyrics, list what songs they're from, and tag some writers! :-) (if you don't have a lot of finished fics, you can include your wips, or if you have way too many to list out, pick your faves!)

thank you @impalachick for tagging me, I use lyrics as titles too often and I'm so glad I have an excuse to talk about them xD All of them are Sledgefu btw. Maybe one day that shall change, but not today!

Good Old-Fashioned Accident - a little word play inspired by Queen's Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy

Everybody Is Somebody Fool - funny enough this is based on this playlist from youtube instead of a single song

Some sunny days - Jaimee Pauls's version of We'll Meet Again. A classic, jazz standard that I see referenced in a lot of fics (as titles of course)

Bitch Better Have My Blood - word play from Rihanna's Bitch Better Have My Money. Because the fic is 'bout vampire lol

When you kiss me, heaven sighs - LA VIE EN ROSE. Edith Piaf. Nuff' said. This fic is a retelling of Princess and the Frog so obviously i need a kissing reference to be its title.

a little love, a little sympathy - Maroon 5's Sugar. A sweet song for a sweet (and porny) POV from Snafu to Sledge.

that’s why they call me Mister Fahrenheit - Queen's Don't Stop Me Now. Fun song for a fun fic ;)))

Apparently I am all about jazz, Queen, Rihanna, and Maroon 5?? I forgot about that last one tbh

Tagging @blood-mocha-latte @gorgeousundertow @theweirdgoodbyes and @ep6bastogne

[cryingabtab]

Save Me A Spark (Part 2)

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual references

Author's Note: I'm using the song "Miss Murder" by AFI in this chapter. There is a cover of this song by Halocene, and it's kind of what I imagine Cassie's voice to sound like. That being said, we're going to pretend that "Miss Murder" is a Cult of Aorta original. We're going to pretend Cassie wrote it.

Part one

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The day was just as chaotic as Cassie had anticipated. It took forever to get Rory’s drums in the van, longer than usual for some reason. They got caught at every red light on the way to the venue. When they got to the venue to start setting up, the people assigned to help them set the stage were just not getting Cassie’s vision. It took two hours before the stage was set correctly. They did some runs through a couple of songs, Hazel broke a string, and Rory snapped a drumstick in half. Luckily they had spares on hand, a lesson that had been learned the hard way a few years prior. By the time they finally were able to take a break to eat, it was 5:30. 

They sat down with their food in a room towards the back of the venue where they were meant to get ready and began to eat. “So, we got a ton of new followers after this morning.” Ash grinned before taking a bite of her sandwich, “We also sold out.” She brought her hand up to cover her mouth. 

Cassie stabbed at her pasta salad before looking over at Ash, “I genuinely have no idea if this was because of my announcement at the coffee shop or because of Austin fucking Butler following our page.” 

“If you think about it, it could very well be both.” Hazel began, “My running theory is that he saw you this morning when you announced our show. I doubt he would’ve heard about us otherwise, therefore you’re the reason he followed us. So your announcement got him to follow us, which then got others to follow us, and those followers might have watched our story and bought tickets.”

Cassie looked at Hazel and blinked a few times, “Huh. That makes sense actually.” She admitted, taking a bite of her pasta salad in defeat. Cassie didn’t like to get her hopes up or jump to conclusions, but the possibility had crossed her mind. It was different when others confirmed her assumptions. 

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m, like, ninety percent sure he’s gonna come watch our show.” Rory chimed in, a huge smile on her face as she started right at Cassie. 

Cassie rolled her eyes and couldn’t help but smile softly as she looked down into her lap. “Let’s just try to focus on putting on a good performance, okay?” she murmured. She didn’t want to acknowledge that it was a possibility that he could show up, but she also wanted to put on the best show possible, just in case he did. 

Once they finished eating, they rushed to get themselves performance ready. Cassie started with her makeup, a base that would have her looking flawless under the stage lights, siren eyes, and a glossy maroon lip. She then did her hair in loose waves. Her outfit consisted of black fishnets under black jeans that were torn to shreds with chains hanging down from her waist, a cropped black tank top with delicate lace details on the neckline, black combat boots, and a thick black choker with hanging chains and a pentagram pendant. 

Once the girls had finished getting ready, it was thirty minutes to show time. They couldn’t have been more excited. 

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Austin walked into the venue, hood over his head. He, again, didn’t want to get recognized, as this wasn’t about him. From what he’d seen on the band’s instagram, these girls deserved all the attention to be on them. He waited for the show to start in the spacious outdoor venue, standing towards the back and off to the side. 

Just as Austin got settled, the first note rang out. He almost gave himself whiplash from how fast he turned his head to look directly at the stage. There they were, with Cassie front and center. She looked gorgeous, somehow even more so than that morning. Austin hadn’t realized that was possible. Then Cassie started to sing. 

“Hey Miss Murder, can I?

Hey Miss Murder, can I?

Make beauty stay if I

Take my life?”

Austin’s eyes widened as he listened. Cassie’s voice had a slight grit to it, yet it was that of a siren’s song, melodic and alluring.

“With just a look, they shook

And heavens bowed before him

Simply a look can break your heart”

Austin felt as if he were in a trance. She was hypnotic. The look on her face as she sang was intense and sultry. As the song continued, she would move her arms, hands, and hips fluidly to the music. 

What really got Austin, was when Cassie started to scream. It was guttural, violent, and almost frightening. It was impressive how she switched from the guttural scream to her heavenly singing voice, then right back to the scream for the next verse. He felt heat go right to his groin at that moment and his breath was caught in his throat. The way her head tilted back to look up at the sky as she screamed and sang was an image that he wanted painted on the inside of his eyelids.

After the first full song Austin had heard from them, he was hooked. The music and the feelings it provoked were like a violent drug. The show continued for the next hour and he never took his eyes off of Cassie, not even sure if he blinked the entire time. Her stage presence had him by the throat. 

“Thank you all so very much and goodnight!” Cassie beamed into the microphone before they walked off the stage. 

The second they got off the stage and out of sight, Cassie pulled her bandmates in for a hug. “Holy fucking shit we killed it. I genuinely think that was the best performance we have ever done.” Cassie praised, a smile plastered on her face. Anyone who knew Cassie, knew that she didn’t just hand out praise, it needed to be earned. So when she gave praise, she wholeheartedly meant it. 

“Oh Cassie!” Hazel faux sniffled, “You’re gonna make me cry.” Hazel tightly hugged everyone back, her fake cries causing everyone to burst out into a fit of laughter that caused the group hug to break. 

They began to walk towards the back of the venue to pack up their stuff, laughing and reminiscing about the near perfect show and the extraordinary energy of the crowd. 

“So was I wrong?” Rory interrupted, “He didn’t come? No one saw him?” 

Cassie rolled her eyes, “Dude I told you he has better things to do. He’s an actor for fuck’s sake. He's in town filming.” 

“Okay, I understand that, but he didn’t just follow us for no reason.” Rory continued, “We need that publicity, sorry for being hopeful.” 

The rest of the walk to the back was silent. Once they got there, they quickly packed up their belongings and took them to the van before heading back to the stage to help take the set down. 

Austin had stayed at the venue as people slowly filed out. He was hoping they’d come back out. Then with only a few stragglers left in the venue, the band emerged back on stage to pack up their instruments. Austin’s eyes lit up. This was his opportunity and he wasn’t going to miss it. He took a deep breath, wiped his palms on his jeans, and started walking towards the stage. 

He slowly approached the barricades surrounding the stage and leaned against them as Cassie was directing how everything needed to be broken down. Austin watched for a moment before clearing his throat. “Hey!” he shouted, hoping to get acknowledgement from at least one of them. 

Cassie stopped directing the break down and looked over as she rolled her eyes, wondering why someone was interrupting her process. When their eyes met she let out a soft gasp, eyes widening. “Um…Hey…” she sputtered. The perplexity she was feeling was written all over her face. Never in a million years would she have expected this. At this point, the other band members had noticed that Cassie had piped down and glanced over to see what was going on. Upon assessing the situation, they walked over to stand next to Cassie. Rory leaned over to Cassie, standing on her tippy toes, and whispered in her ear, “I told you so.” 

Austin stayed silent for a moment before motioning to the barricade and speaking up again, “May I?” he asked, that signature grin of his adorning his face as he made eye contact with Cassie.

Cassie turned around to grab one of the venue’s employees. “Hey, would you mind letting him through?” she asked sweetly, motioning back in Austin’s direction. The man nodded and Cassie chirped out a quick “Thank you” before the man hopped off the stage and opened the barricade to allow Austin in. 

Austin walked through the barricade and made his way onto the stage, his eyes still fixated on Cassie. Once again, he was stunned by her beauty. He found her even more beautiful up close. Her hair was wild from all the moving she’d done on stage. He thought about what it would be like for him to be the cause of her wild hair. He felt his face heat up as he attempted to shake the thought. He stopped in front of them, smiling warmly. “Hey… um, my name’s Austin. I just wanted to tell you all that you’re so talented and I really enjoyed your show.” Austin looked at each girl as he spoke and then made eye contact with Cassie once again.

Cassie felt her face heat up and for the first time in a long time she felt timid and tongue tied. Luckily, Ash spoke up so she didn’t have to say anything yet. “Yeah we know who you are.” Ash chuckled, “But thank you so much. We’re so glad you enjoyed the show. My name’s Ash, that’s Hazel, that’s Rory, and this is our leading lady Cassie.” Ash pointed to each girl as she introduced everyone and shook Cassie’s shoulders once she got to her. 

Cassie just knew that her face was bright red. She couldn’t believe that Austin Butler was right in front of her, talking to her and her band, and that he watched their performance. Cassie didn’t get nervous often, but when she did she had trouble with thinking of things to say. But when she did think of something, it would just fly out of her mouth without a second thought of if it’s something she should actually say. “Not to be rude but like what are you doing here?” Cassie asked Austin, internally cringing as soon as she said it.

Ash smacked her on the arm, “Cass what the fuck?” 

“I’m just curious!” Cassie tried to save herself, “Sue me, jeez.” she breathed out.  

Austin was holding back chuckles at this point. “It’s okay” he said before moving his hand to tug on his bottom lip, “I was at that cafe this morning. I thought I'd come check out the show.” he looked Cassie up and down, moving only his eyes. His eyes lingered on every curve, every visible tattoo, and the thick choker on her neck. He felt heat spread through his entire body.

“I fucking knew it” Rory laughed before focusing on Austin, “This one here” she shook Cassie’s shoulders, “told me that you had better things to do.” 

Cassie squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath, silently wishing that the floor would swallow her whole…or that aliens would come down and beam her up into their spaceship. Cassie’s eyes shot open as she heard Austin’s heavenly laughter. 

 “What would’ve been better than experiencing such an astounding performance?” Austin asked.

Cassie shrugged, “I just thought you’d be busy, Mr. Big Shot” she teased, finally gaining some of her confidence back. “I'm sorry to cut this short,” Cassie continued, “but we have to finish packing everything up, get it loaded into the van stuff. Thank you so much for coming to see us, though.”

“Of course. Thank you for putting on such a great show. But uh,” he motioned around to everything that still needed to be packed up, “you want some help?” Austin was hoping that they would accept his offer.

Cassie’s eyes widened, taken aback. He wanted to help them pack up? “I mean..if you want to.”

“Great,” Austin chirped, “Direct me.” 

For some reason, that statement made Cassie warm all over and weak in the knees. She definitely wanted to direct him in more ways than just packing up equipment. She let out a shaky breath before clapping her hands together, “Well let’s get packed up.”

They got everything packed up and started walking it to the van. The venue’s employees had already loaded up Rory's drums, so they didn’t have to carry anything that was too heavy. Austin insisted that Cassie let him carry her guitar case; she played in some songs. 

“Fine. You can carry it, but if you drop it you’re a dead man.” Cassie threatened.

Austin replied with a chuckle, “Yes ma’am.” He reached out and grabbed the guitar case from her, his fingers brushing her hand as he carefully took it. It felt as if he touched a live wire, electricity shooting through his body and straight into his heart…and other places.

Cassie felt it too, her breath hitching when their hands touched for that brief moment. 

While Rory, Hazel, and Ash walked near them, in their own conversation, Austin nudged Cassie a bit, “Hey.”

Cassie looked up at him and laughed, “What?” 

“You know you’re really talented right?” 

“Well I would hope so. Feels surreal that you’re saying that to me though, because I think you’re really talented.”

“I appreciate that,” he blushed, “but this isn’t about me right now.” He smiled down at her as he spoke

Cassie felt her heart skip a beat as she looked up at his smiling face. “Oh please,” she giggled, “you’re just as nice as everyone makes you out to be.”

Austin chuckled, “You’re cute, Cassie.”

Cassie held back more giggles as she playfully rolled her eyes. Her face was beet red, she was sure of it. She was just glad it was dark out. “Oh my god, stop.” Cassie grinned, reaching her arm out to playfully push Austin. She finally let her giggles loose as she heard his heavenly laugh loudly ring out into the night. 

They finally approached the van, the group of them neatly loading everything they had. Cassie closed the trunk and leaned against it to look at Austin. “Here. Put your number in.” he handed her his phone. She put her number in and handed it back. 

“You better text me, butler.” she teased

“Oh you have my word.” he chuckled, “I guess I should let you guys get to it.”

Cassie's bandmates were watching, giving each other looks. 

“Austin,” Rory interrupted. He looked at her. “Can we get a group picture with you for our Instagram please?” 

Cassie rolled her eyes. Rory and her damn publicity.

Austin shot her a kind smile, “Sure, why not?”

“You know what to do, Ash.” Rory patted her on the back.

Ash grabbed her phone and set it up against the car, putting the camera on a timer. She made sure everyone was in frame before pressing the button and backing up to the rest of the group. Austin wrapped his arm around Cassie’s shoulders, which made Cassie smile like a fool. 

Once the picture was taken Ash went to retrieve her phone. 

Austin, with his arm still around Cassie, maneuvered her into a hug. Cassie felt her body tingle as she hugged him back. “I’ll text you, yeah?” He mumbled before pulling away. Cassie smiled up at him, feeling out of breath, “Okay.” she breathed.

With that, Austin departed.

The band got into their van, Cassie in the driver's seat. She sat down and put her forehead on the steering wheel, closing her eyes and letting out a deep exhale. Her entire body felt hot. Her heart was pounding so fast she thought that it might explode.

“Hey Cassie?” Hazel asked from the back seat.

“Hmm?” Cassie hummed.

“What the fuck was all that?” Hazel squealed. 

“Honestly, I have no fucking clue.” Cassie sat up and ran her hands through her hair, lightly tugging at it as it was a nervous habit of hers. 

“Well. First I would just like to say I told you so…again,” Rory gushed, “but I'd also like to say that he was definitely giving you heart eyes and holy shit babe, my heart swelled.” 

Cassie just laughed in response and shook her head. She started the car and began the drive to get everyone home. She told the girls everything they wanted to know about the encounter.

When Cassie got home, she took a shower and went straight to bed. And as usual, she couldn’t sleep. She stared at the ceiling and thought about her night. Austin was so kind and so warm. He was the most gorgeous man she’d ever laid eyes on. Pictures truly didn’t do him any justice. Then she heard her phone ping. She rolled over to check it, seeing a text from Austin. 

“It was lovely to meet you Cassie. I hope you made it home safe.’

A lazy smile spread across her face and she felt her cheeks heat up. 

She wasn’t going to get her hopes up, but God did he make her feel fuzzy.

[gleefulpoppet]

Chapter 7: Right There in Front of Us

A half laugh, half choked-off sob only partially makes it out of Blaine’s chest as he nuzzles into Kurt’s hand and closes his eyes for a moment before looking again with a tiny hopeful smile. “Just like the song?”

This brand-new story is based on a Maroon 5 song and will be posted (at minimum) every Saturday, Tuesday, and Thursday. Chapter Seven is [here]. Or, you can read it from the beginning on AO3 [here].

[lovesongbracket]

Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

Your Song

Written By: Elton John & Bernie Taupin

Artist: Elton John

Released: 1970

The song was composed and performed by Elton John but the lyrics were written by Bernie Taupin. It originally appeared in his self titled and second album. Elton John hadn’t come out of the closet yet, but Bernie Taupin knew, which is part of the reason why the lyrics avoid using gendered pronouns. In a 2013 interview with Rolling Stone, Elton John said: “What can I say, it’s a perfect song. It gets better every time I sing it. I remember writing it at my parents' apartment in North London, and Bernie giving me the lyrics, sitting down at the piano and looking at it and going, ‘Oh, my God, this is such a great lyric, I can’t fuck this one up.’ It came out in about 20 minutes, and when I was done, I called him in and we both knew. I was 22, and he was 19, and it gave us so much confidence. ‘Empty Sky’ was lovely, but it was very naive. We went on to do more esoteric stuff like ‘Take Me to the Pilot,’ of course, but musically, this was a big step forward. And the older I get, the more I sing these lyrics, and the more they resonate with me.”

[Verse 1] It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside I'm not one of those who can easily hide I don't have much money, but boy if I did I'd buy a big house where we both could live [Verse 2] If I was a sculptor, heh, but then again, no Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do My gift is my song and this one's for you [Chorus] And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple but now that it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind That I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world [Verse 3] I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss Well, a few of the verses, well, they've got me quite cross But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song It's for people like you that keep it turned on [Verse 4] So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do You see, I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen [Chorus] And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple but now that it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind That I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world [Outro] I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind That I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world

She Will Be Loved

Written By: Adam Levine & James Valentine

Artist: Maroon 5

Released: 2002

“She Will Be Loved” is the third single released from the band’s 2002 debut album, Songs About Jane. The song peaked at number five in the US (becoming their second top ten there), number four in the United Kingdom and number one in Australia (for five consecutive weeks). As of June 2014, the song has sold more than three million copies in the United States.

[Verse 1] Beauty queen of only eighteen She had some trouble with herself He was always there to help her She always belonged to someone else [Pre-Chorus] I drove for miles and miles And wound up at your door I've had you so many times But somehow, I want more [Chorus] I don't mind spending every day Out on your corner in the pouring rain Look for the girl with the broken smile Ask her if she wants to stay a while [Post-Chorus] And she will be loved And she will be loved [Verse 2] Tap on my window, knock on my door, I Want to make you feel beautiful I know I tend to get so insecure Doesn't matter anymore [Pre-Chorus] It's not always rainbows and butterflies It's compromise that moves us along, yeah My heart is full and my door's always open You come any time you want, yeah [Chorus] I don't mind spending every day Out on your corner in the pouring rain Look for the girl with the broken smile Ask her if she wants to stay a while [Post-Chorus] And she will be loved And she will be loved And she will be loved And she will be loved [Bridge] I know where you hide Alone in your car Know all of the things that make you who you are I know that goodbye means nothing at all Comes back and makes me catch her Every time she falls, yeah [Pre-Chorus] Tap on my window, knock on my door, I Want to make you feel beautiful [Chorus] I don't mind spending every day Out on your corner in the pouring rain, oh Look for the girl with the broken smile Ask her if she wants to stay a while [Post-Chorus] And she will be loved And she will be loved And she will be loved (Please don't try so hard to say goodbye) And she will be loved [Outro] Please don't try so hard to say goodbye (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh) Please don't try so hard to say goodbye (I don't mind spending every day, ooh) (Out on your corner in the pouring rain) Please don't try so hard to say goodbye

[aaliyahq]

[cisfemale and she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [AALIYAH KHALID]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [MIMI KEENE]. You must be the [TWENTY-SEVEN] year old [FRONT DESK AT SEASCAPE LUXURY HOTEL]. Word is you’re [CHARMING] but can also be a bit [GULLIBLE] and your favorite song is [SHE WILL BE LOVED BY MAROON 5]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [FISHER COVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it! / @aurorabayaesthetic

CHARACTER BASICS

NAME: aaliyah khalid NICKNAME: ali AGE: twenty-seven DATE OF BIRTH: april 18, 1996 ZODIAC SIGN: aries GENDER & PRONOUNS: cisfemale, she/her ORIENTATION: bisexual STATUS: single mom HEIGHT: 5′3″ OCCUPATION: front desk at seascape luxury hotel NEIGHBORHOOD: fisher cove DAUGHTER: aisha khalid (3 years old)

BIOGRAPHY

aaliyah khalid was born into a household where mistakes were deemed unacceptable due to their public status and her mother's ambitions to follow in her grandfather's political footsteps left little room for imperfections. the demand for perfection was especially prevalent in the eyes of her mother, who yearned to leave her own mark on the political landscape, beginning with aurora bay.

being the baby of the family, ali was able to get away with more stuff than her older siblings. yet, she too had to maintain an image of perfection, especially in her parents' presence. she excelled academically and attended church religiously, earning a reputation as the quintessential good girl. however, her parents were oblivious to the unorthodox means by which she achieved her excellent grades, as she cunningly acquired answer keys and sought assistance with assignments from her peers. she had a way of charming people into making them do her work and keeping them quiet at the same time.

ali also had a penchant for sneaking out to college parties and using a fake id to frequent bars just outside of aurora bay, activities known only to her inner circle. however, her true passion lay in the drama club, where she showcased her talent for acting, relishing the attention that came with being one of the school's popular students. her dream was to become a famous actress and win an oscars one day, but her parents' expectations of their children following the family's political path obstructed that path.

during her senior year of high school, her mother lost the town's mayoral election, which significantly altered her mother's disposition. and although ali felt a sense of disappointment, she was secretly relieved that her mother hadn't won, as the family's scrutiny would have increased than when her mother was just a council woman. subsequently, her family decided to moved from aurora bay, while letting her stay just to up to her graduation.

she entered the university of southern california for college, majoring in political science during her first year. yet unbeknownst to her parents, she gradually began taking more courses from the school of dramatic arts in subsequent years.

in her thid year in college, she met someone who was quite older than her and the two hit it off quickly. they simply clicked and aaliyah fell head over heels for him. it was also around this time that she has started going more into open auditions to pursue an acting career, realizing that it was definitely much harder than she thought it would be. it didn't matter that she had a pretty face and good acting skills because pretty much everyone in LA did. she eventually landed a role in a short indie film, which ignited her passion for acting. following this, she secured background roles and minor parts in smaller television shows and feature films. he supported her through all of it and she was grateful for his enduring presence.

after what felt like years of waiting, her big break was finally around the corner after she was signed by daniel ibarra. it was for a pretty huge production based on the best-selling novel called it ends with us and they wanted a fresh face for the lead role. however, what was supposed to be her rise to stardom fell through when her personal life crumbled. ali discovered that the person she had been involved with was married and that she has unwittingly become the other woman. and as if that wasn't enough, she also learned that she was pregnant and there was no way they could delay the production of the film. breaching the contract, she dropped out from the film and attempted to return to her parents. but upon learning what she's done, her mother wanted nothing do with her especially now that she has ascended to a prominent position in the office and was planning on her campaign in the succeeding years.

one of her older siblings has taken pity on her and helped her resettle in aurora bay, wherein ali reached out to one of her close friends, who offered support during her pregnancy. the brunette became a bit of a recluse at that time, grappling with depression during her pregnancy. it felt like everything in her life was going wrong and at that time, she even contemplated giving up her child upon birth. but her perspective changed the moment she held her newborn. one look at the little bundle in her arms and she knew that there was nothing she won't do for this child. she named her aisha, which meant alive and well, because that's all she ever hoped for her to be. she knew that she wasn't going to raise her like her parents did her and that she would simply allow her little girl to be the best version of herself and that she would support her no matter what. however, for now, she's just a mother who's still a little clueless on how to handle this while trying her best.

currently, aaliyah is working at the front desk of seascape luxury hotel and she's pretty good in putting on a practiced smile in front of the guests. it also helped that she had a pretty face, which lead to generous tips from guests. she still talk to her older sibling from time to time, but strives to rely on them less even when she's still finding her footing in life. she has yet to actually give up her dreams of becoming an actress, but for now, they're just on hold as she's focusing on becoming a good mother first.

HEADCANONS & PERSONALITY

won homecoming queen during her senior year and was part of the student council as well. she's one of the popular kids, but she's charming and nice to mostly everyone unless they've done her wrong then she can hold a petty grudge like no other.

she didn't really identify as bisexual until college because she had genuinely believed that she was straight during high school since she had been in an on-and-off relationship with a guy at that time. except that even at that time, she already found girls attractive and she enjoyed kissing one particular girl.

has no social media presence ever since she dropped from the acting industry since this was the deal she made with her older sibling, who wanted to make sure that what happened to her wouldn't get in the way of their mother's campaign. she does have a private instagram account but she has less than a hundred followers there and it's only reserved for her close friends. even her profile picture there is something random.

has recently started using tinder again, driven by a longing for companionship. yet, she recognized that finding someone new had become considerably more challenging with the added responsibility of her child. she was hesitant to introduce her child to numerous individuals who might not become a lasting presence in their lives. as a result, she leaned more towards the casual hookup culture to fulfill her social needs. however, living in the tight-knit community of aurora bay made it a double-edged sword, as the likelihood of encountering past connections again was remarkably high.

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WANTED CONNECTIONS

voted most likely to run away with you: the on-and-off boyfriend she had back in high school. they're relationship wasn't particularly healthy and they were probably somewhat codependent with each other at that time, but he was the first person that she really fell in love with.

and i damn sure never would've danced with the devil: the older man she had a relationship with during her third year of college, who turned out to be married at that time. they were a force of nature together but when she found out that he was married, she felt like she's been played for a fool. also the baby daddy who has no idea that he's a dad? oops.

i'd live and die for moments that we stole: her first girlfriend from college who made her realize that she was really into girls and that there was no denying it anymore even if for some reason, the two of them fell out. back in high school, she already felt her heart skip a beat for another girl, but she was in complete denial at that time and just blamed it on their teenage hormones.

it's nice to have a friend: the person she reached out to when she returned to aurora bay. this person would have been her rock and supported her through the pregnancy. with them, she could be her most vulnerable self with no pretense at all.

got a long list of ex lovers, they'll tell you i'm insane: she definitely had her share of hookups and one night stands during those times when she wasn't seeing someone exclusively. and being back in aurora bay for the past 4 years, she has recently started getting back to the hookup culture too. maybe even has one or two friends with some benefits on the side?

'cause baby now we've got bad blood: could have been close friends in either high school or college, but for some reason that we could plot out, they hate each other guts now.

neighbours

a babysitter for aisha

frequent guests in seascape luxury hotel

found family kind of connections

exes in good term/bad term

friends / childhood friends / frenemies

crushes / tinder matches

people from the industry that she could have known from before

all the plots please.

[themoonsbride]

Can you do a Peter/Henry x reader based off the song Animals by Maroon 5?

oh my gosh, sorry it took me so long to answer your request, I've been trying to come up with ideas on how to write it and finally got my brain working so / sorry it's short

Animals. xo

warnings; 'hatred', competitiveness, cursing, eating disorder (I think?)

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You were speed walking down the hall quick to get into the rainbow room, you were late. which meant 2 things, Brenner would be on your ass about it later, and Peter would've already been there. He was so full of himself and sought he were better than other, clearly most didn't notice this, and if they did, they didn't give a shit. But you noticed, and it somewhat bothered you.

Why? no damn clue. When you'd first spoke to him, his tone. it seemed almost like he was trying to make himself sound better than you were. and quite franky, you decided that 2 could play the competitive game. So now you'd been trying to beat him before most things without directly saying to him that you'd beat him or were actually competing with him, but he knew.

he knew and he hated it. he didn't want someone to be 'better' then he was. Especially since you were another orderly, it just made it seem like more competition. He wanted to remain with his ego of feeling like the best.

You hated how competitive he could be, always watching your movements like a cat about to pounce on a mouse and tear it's guts out. The side glances that would constantly be shared, they'd always seemed like one was rubbing it in the others face. but after awhile it seemed like there was something else there too, something you couldn't figure out.

You entered the breakroom, to see Peter already there, you felt your blood boil, you didn't fully understand why you hated his competitiveness so much, or maybe it wasn't just how competitive he was, maybe you hated him for something else. something you couldn't figure, didn't want figure out. Maybe you were scared to find out.

You saw him smirking to himself, which only made you huff in anger. you were side glancing him with pure annoyance, but even when you felt done staring him down, you just couldn't seem to pull your eyes away from his figure. away from his blonde hair and his gorgeous blue eyes and -

wait what the fuck? why were you thinking this?? you were pulled away from your sudden realization to see not only Peter looking back at you, but someone was tugging lightly onto your hand, you looked down to see a tiny Eleven.

She was super sweet, confused and quiet yes, but sweet.

She was holding up a book towards you, it was a picture book.

"book" her small voice croaked, you put on a smile for her and grabbed it before going to one of the side benches and quietly reading it to her, she was cuddled up to your side while your arm was around her.

--×♥︎×--

It'd been around 2 more weeks, Brenner ended up being on your damn case about being late that one time shortly after you helped take the children to the cafeteria for lunch.

It didn't really matter to you, as long as you hadn't received the shock punishment, you could care less. but things around the lab had seemed, different, well, more so felt different. But you weren't exactly sure what it was.

It was lunch and you were in the breakroom, reading a book since the food was pretty gross and had an awful after taste so you didn't eat that much anymore. spending the 25 minutes you had reading were worth more than eating spoiled food.

Peter didn't come into the breakroom too often, assuming he probably spent his breaks in his room or something. It felt somewhat weird to spend your break in your room to you, because you only entered your assigned bedroom when you clocked out for the day, so it felt like whenever you went in there it was only meant for sleep. Maybe he did sleep for 25 minutes, maybe he didn't, but if he did, you didn't blame him.

Though you didn't eat the food, you still drank the coffee. it was practically the only thing your heart was running off of sometimes. which was extremely unhealthy but hey, who cares about health anymore when you're working for Hawkins Lab? they expirament on children for God's sake.

You found yourself distracted from your reading and thinking about Peter and what he possibly could've been doing before quickly shaking your head to wash the thought of him away.

Though the both of you had still been acting competitive, the energy of your competitiveness felt off now, it didn't feel like hatred. it felt like something else, but you just couldn't tell what it was. Was he feeling like this too?

You supposed you didn't mind be competitive with Peter anymore. It gave you something to look forward too, something to do in the first place anyway that is. It helped keep your mind occupied which was appreciated, though you'd never say that to him in a million years.

--×♥︎×--

Now whenever Peter wasn't around, you felt bored, and like something was missing. It felt like you were just constantly being watched, to which you were, but when Peter was around and you would both silently try to get to meeting before the other and get to the rainbow room or could clock out before the other person, it distracted you from the fact you were being watched, and how awful your job actually was.

Recently you could tell he must've felt the same way too, because whenever you'd enter the room, it'd seem like his shoulders would drop, as if his muscles were resting instead of tensing. There would still be glances that you would always do between eachother, but they were definitely different now rather then before.

It drove you absolutely crazy.

but you just didn't understand, couldn't understand. Why was the hatred you had for eachother missing? why did it exist in the first place? was it even real hatred from the beginning?

Did you both go from hating eachother to secretly loving eachother?

[monzabee]

i was wondering if you associate any songs with the drivers? other than the obvious ones like smooth operator or that one friday song. just more like “this is written about them” or “this song is their vibe”

there’s this song my boyfriend loves called CHERIE by darius and it reminds me of charles. also taylor swift’s sparks fly for some reason? i think it’s the green eyes lyric. plus feather by sabrina carpenter and karma by taylor. HES TAYLOR CODED TO ME??? and im honestly not even her HUGEST fan so idk why. anyways, these are more songs that remind me of him then ones he’d listen to.

adele reminds me of lando cause i can just fully imagine him knowing every adele song. also greedy by tate mcrae, never be like you (idk who that’s by), blame it by t-pain (i literally have no reason for this one😭), meet me halfway by the black eyed peas, and we found love by rihanna. oh and fireball by pitbull

dangerous woman by ariana, fetish by selena gomez, and moonlight by kali uchis for carlos

voulez-vous by abba and mamas boy by dominic fike (maybe cause it says maxa maxa million or maybe cause the sad tiktok edits) for max.

the real slim shady and without me for seb vettel

5SOS always gives me danny ric but i think that’s cause i accidentally mentally mashed all my fav aussie’s together. also life is a highway and this one rap song i actually got FROM him that’s so stupid but it’s like “i feel real good today.” paper planes by m.i.a and sunflower vol 6 by harry.

i have so many more but this is too long already. i’ll end it by saying i genuinely think the entire sport of F1 gives viva la vida and that “all the birds of a feather” rio song

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OKAY WAIT THIS IS A PRETTY GOOD LIST??

i do totally agree that charles is taylor swift coded, but i was listening to folklore the other day and he's so mirrorball coded and it definitely breaks my heart, but i also feel like mirrorball can also be fitting for a lot of other drivers😭 he's also so fearless coded if you know what i mean😭 but i feel like adele is more charles' lane because he's a sad boy at heart and he said he does enjoy her music👀

GREEDY BY TATE MCRAE IS SO LANDO CODED AND I WILL NOT SHUT UP ABOUT IT EVER😭 for some reason i do associate a lot of olivia rodrigo's songs with lando, at least the upbeat ones, like i feel like he's just a teenage girl at heart and i love him for that. also, in a weird way unwritten by natasha bedingfield reminds me so much of lando, i guess he also gives me romcom vibes🫠

i've been saying this for months, i even have fic based off of it that i have to finish but maroon by taylor swift is carlos coded!! i do have to finish that fic but yeah😭 also, he's so lana coded?? like million dollar man, off to the races, lust for life... HE EXUDES OLD MONEY ENERGY FOR SOME REASON (probably because he kinda is)

there's this one song that my dad used to play for me called sun goes down by david jordan and i associate that song with seb a lot, but honestly he can be anything coded really?? taylor swift? fits. eminem? also fits because he used to be a little menace. i also kinda think panic! at the disco and seb could be a vibe🫡

to me daniel is definitely country coded and that's it😂 like i'm talking dolly parton😭 9 to 5? definitely his anthem. also, PITBULL😭

OKAY THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN SO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MAKING ME THINK ABOUT THIS BESTIE