#i wonder how old Rose was then. 20 maybe 21?

[master-missysversion]

People don't acknowledge enough how messed up tenrose could get, but i lovvvve messed up relationships. Can you imagine a universe where the plan in Doomsday was successful? I think a lot of people imagine this as "they would be happy and in love forever", but can you imagine them coming down from the adrenaline high and the the stress of the situation. And now Rose has to deal with the fact that she abandoned her mother. That she'll never see her mother again, and that her mother will never see her again?

[jiminjamms]

sex therapy :: 17. wicked games

chapter tags/warnings: family drama. mentions of masturbation. mentions of sex. infidelity/adultery. nonconsensual acts. manipulative undertones. strong language. classism.

word count: 3.6k

notes: this chapter incorporates the official manga relationships in the zenin household (link that illustrates the family tree). without further ado, i present to you the latest pov added to the fic: toji! likes, comments, and reblogs are deeply appreciated. xoxo

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Toji Fushiguro could not get his mind off of you.

Was that weird to admit?

When he last saw you two weeks ago in Teyvat’s meeting room, dolled up in that pretty pink dress, he had to wrestle every urge to push you onto his dick. All the times he had to retreat to his room afterward too—all because your one outfit had set off his imagination—forcing Toji to lock and then lean against his door so that he could palm himself through his sweats to dirty thoughts about you.

Gosh, what higher being in the universe allowed you to be such a hot and sexy tease? You sure loved prancing around with basically nothing and stealing looks at his colleagues as though he wouldn’t notice.

At this point, Toji was certain that he wasn’t the only therapist calling dibs on you. That most definitely pissed him off, though, because he explicitly told you that your pussy belonged to him.

Then why hadn’t you made another appointment these past two weeks?

Were you upset, perhaps flushed with utter denial, from the revelation that your husband had been cheating on you? Besides, he recalled how you had reacted so strongly to the information, racing away from the therapists who were just being honest with you.

In hindsight, Toji might have felt a teeny tiny bit bad about crushing your rose-colored glasses without much lead-up, but he was rarely the type to beat around the bush anyway. After all, he was the one to suggest a divorce in your first therapist appointment.

Of all things, echoing laughter was what finally grounded Toji’s wandering mind.

His green eyes fluttered rapidly, realizing that he had been in his office and staring blankly at his desk for... how long has this been? He glanced briefly at his tabletop clock. When he noticed how the time had advanced by thirty minutes, Toji rested his forehead on his left palm. “Damn...”

Given how he had a fully booked schedule today, he could not afford to dawdle in his thoughts. He had not noticed that half an hour had passed so quickly. How was it possible that thinking about one person (you) made him lose all sense of time?

He could do better than this.

‘Maybe you’re the one who needs a therapist,’ Megumi had recently pointed out to him in irony, and boy, do these words from his own eighteen-year-old son sting.

In contrast to himself, though, his co-workers had lately been in higher spirits than usual. That much Toji could ascertain given the hubbub that continued to filter into his suite. He would not have minded the phenomenon much had it not been for this gut feeling, this hunch, that you were the reason behind this change.

At his age, Toji has learned to mind his own business, but he still considered joining his colleagues by the reception desk to investigate. He stopped, however, upon noticing an article at his desk.

Right, this was what had derailed Toji from his work.

‘Look at this, boss,’ Geto had said when he first presented the printed webpage to Toji. ‘No wonder Y/N’s been lonely. Naoya literally took his side bitch to Mexico.’

The accompanying photo may be in low resolution, but Toji recognized the two figures hand-in-hand, stepping into a private jet. Their faces were shielded by baseball caps and face masks, their bodies clad in boring and baggy clothes. Consequently, Toji had to scoff, drumming his fingers along his cheekbone. 

Another impeccable snapshot for our collection, huh?

Quite the scandal was brewing in Japan’s high society, not to mention how the illicit relationship involved your husband, and the therapists were merely here for the show. This was what the therapists were trying to advise you about before you promptly shut yourself away from them.

The love affair—especially involving a family as influential as the Zenin’s—should theoretically be all over magazines and newspapers, but any internet search for this image would prove futile. The Zenins were good like that, relying on under-the-table tactics to ensure that this photo would go nowhere.

Only thanks to his colleagues, who had extensive contacts throughout Japan’s many ranks, was Toji able to get his hands on this printed article before the magazine editors had taken them down.

Naoya, that cunning bastard.

If he had been in Cabo prancing around with his paramour, how did he so quickly realize that his images had been circulating among Japanese media? Or, more likely, was it his authoritarian father Naobito who informed his doltish son about the impending rumors?

Either way, Toji could not believe that he was affiliated with both assholes by blood, no less: Naoya, his cousin, and Naobito, his uncle. To think how he was involved again with the relatives who he had sought to avoid, Toji assumed that fate must love toying with him.

Already, growing up in the Zenin family was hell, to put things mildly: how they would obsess over power and prestige as though those two items alone determined one’s value as a human being, how they would scrutinize one’s every action because everything had to conform to their cookie-cutter standards, and then how they would abruptly cast aside those who strayed away from their ideals.

Toji, once an established member of the household, could speak from experience. Thus, blood relation meant nothing if these were the same people who had prayed for his downfall. 

He recalled his relatives’ dirty glances when he announced his engagement twenty years ago, then the even nastier looks when he took his first wife’s surname as his own: Fushiguro. ‘She’s a woman too low for our caliber,’ Toji had been told. 

He remembered the apathy he later received after his wife’s untimely death, followed by belittlement when he chose to marry again—this time, to a single mother. Perhaps he should have heeded his family’s advice for the last bit, but his decisions seemed right at the moment. During a desperate time, he provided his then-gradeschool son with a much-needed maternal figure as well as a stepsister.  

His personal life already made him a deviant among his relatives, so when his family discovered his therapist ventures earlier this year, Toji was not surprised to be severed from the household he once had been considered to lead. Well, Toji was more relieved than bitter, anyway. He could now live life on his terms without worrying about what his father’s uncle’s second cousin twice-removed or some crap like that thought about him and his son.

As he gazed upon the pixelated photo again, he sighed and wondered: was this how low the Zenins have stooped since they had expelled him? A centuries-old bloodline built on relationships with the public and the powerful, now resorting to bribes and threats to sweep scandals under the rug? While watching the Zenin clan burn from afar was entertaining, the situation was also pathetic and sad.

To also think that his moronic cousin Naoya was now not only the household heir but also the current CEO of the family conglomerate. Not to mention that the family’s current patriarch Naobito seemingly turned a blind eye to Naoya’s flings. The older Zenin might have been a brilliant businessman back in the early ‘90s, but his elderly brain had deteriorated too far to see how, at this rate, his son would eventually drive the company and the prideful family to the ground.

Had you realized what you married into?

Probably not, but you didn’t deserve this.

Or, to put things the other way around, the Zenin family didn’t deserve you.

“Yo!”

Toji shot up from his seat just as his door crashed against the wall.

He turned to the sound’s source in surprise. Leaning against the entryway stood a personage with his white lab coat draped over his unsurprisingly shirtless chest. The incomer crossed his thick arms over his half-exposed tattoos, but one such arm frees itself to greet Toji with a mocking wave.

“Sukuna,” the older therapist grumbled, “I’ve told you to knock first.”

“Why?” the pink-haired man challenged, not caring how this must have been the hundredth time he heard the order. For him, this was in one ear and out the other. Rather than mind the complaint, he inspected his newly filed nails. “Worried I would walk into you fingering Mrs. Zenin again?”

“Only because that’ll make you jealous,” Toji retorted with equal spite, to which his colleague chose not to respond anymore.

Besides, as a savvy businessman, Sukuna knew how to pick his battles. He might come off as crude, but only because he understood that, with his financial acumen and incredible connections, he was an indispensable asset.

After some silence, Sukuna’s chest rose and fell with a long sigh. “Well, check your schedule, Fushiguro. You have an appointment coming up now.” Not only was he the most well-organized therapist but also the current receptionist on duty. He then huffed again. “Tsumiki’s mom has been waiting for you. I don’t know how you deal with such an impatient bitch. What the hell am I supposed to do when—"

And a hand shoved his face away before he could finish.

Sukuna, flinching from the unexpected approach, recoiled at a beaming woman that peered in from the door frame. Anyone would immediately notice that the overly excited client was beautiful. The plush of her full lips, the gentle arches to her face, the roundness in her doe-like eyes—her looks were akin to an angel constantly in awe. Most people could hardly believe that, with her youthful looks, she actually had a university-aged daughter (with whom Toji could see a strong resemblance, too).

Meanwhile, her large brown eyes scanned the office—the posters, the couch, the nearby mirror—until her gaze landed on Toji and lit up.

“Honey, I’ve missed you!”

Before someone could stop her, the woman welcomed herself into the premises, her lithe limbs swaying with her graceful figure. She sported a simple navy dress that contrasted with her true self because, as far as Toji knew, this woman was anything but simple.

In fact, as she sashayed into the room uninvited, Toji remembered the paparazzi pictures still sprawled on his desk. He caught Sukuna’s maroon gaze and scowled.

This is why I tell you to knock.

Hurriedly, Toji then pushed the photos under some files just as his client seated herself in the sofa seat closest to him. She then turned to her escort in the hall. “Thank you, Sukuna. You’re such a wonderful man.”

She might be oblivious to Sukuna’s irritation, but Toji did not miss the way his colleague hid a gag and rolled his eyes. “M'kay, whatever,” the pink-haired therapist muttered as he slinked back into the corridor.

Then, when Sukuna shut the door with him, she pressed her rosy lips together. “Aw, Strawberry Boy doesn’t want to join us. Guess he likes to play hard to get.”

“Mari,” Toji started, placing his right ankle over the other knee. He rested his back against his chair and held his hands behind his neck. “I do not think neither Sukuna nor any other therapist here is interested in you. Therefore, if you are seeking a summertime fling, I’d suggest you pursue someone else.”

Shot down, an exasperated Mari tossed her dark locks to one side, a die-hard habit of hers. “Like who?”

Like Naoya.

It was hilarious for Toji to think about how he was entangled with his cousin’s mistress, the very same lover in that paparazzi photo with the young executive. In fact, Toji had this theory that Naoya sent Mari here as a Trojan horse, a seemingly harmless client whose actual intention was to gather intel for the Zenin CEO from afar, a pretty façade to lure others into ruins. He didn’t have much evidence to back up the suspicion (yet), but he knew Naoya for long enough to be familiar with the silly games he’d play. Did Naoya and Mari really think that Toji would be so naïve?

“Well, in Tokyo, there are plenty of ways to meet people your age,” he finally suggested and had to suppress a slight smile before adding, “Unless...you’re into younger guys?”

Mari narrowed her eyes but for a millisecond. Had Toji not been at the top of his field, he would not have noticed. Nothing, however, got past him.

“But,” she responded, “I still like you most because you give me your time, Toji.”

Interesting. Because that would mean Naoya had been too busy for his poor sweetheart, hm?

No wonder Mari had been so frustrated. Life must be tough when one was merely the mistress of the Zenin Corporation’s CEO. Not only was Naoya Zenin a mediocre performer in bed, but the homewrecker role also came with no fancy balls, no formal recognition, and—if the affair was well-hidden—not enough public attention either.

Pity.

Toji leaned forward in one fluid motion, resting his elbows on his desk. “Do not misunderstand my intentions, though,” he clarified while lacing his fingers. “I spend time with you because, as your therapist, I am sadly obligated to do so.”

The woman frowned.

“Now, that’s not nice,” she pointed out, allowing her staccato to afflict him with guilt. "That’s not how to talk to your wife, my dear husband.”

And Toji snapped.

“Ex-husband,” he corrected forcefully. His startled client jerked backward in her seat, but that didn’t matter because he had to sternly remind her, “You were the one who filed for divorce, remember?”

Toji liked to think that he was a patient man. Well, he had to be. As he grew up, the pressure that came with the Zenin spotlight taught him to exert self-discipline and emotional regulation, skills that became even more pertinent in his current role.

As a licensed practitioner now, Toji was obligated to treat all clients equally regardless of background. But under no circumstance could he remove all biases when this was the very woman who split up with him, leaving his son Megumi and his stepdaughter Tsumiki under his care. Therefore, she had quite the audacity to keep visiting him at his office and still call him her husband, especially since she was Naoya’s mistress!

How sinister life could be. For years, no one—not even Toji himself—would have seen this coming: how his second wife would leave him, citing ‘irreconcilable differences’ on the divorce papers, only to become his first cousin’s secret girlfriend.

His sudden confrontation, however, must have caught Mari off-guard, for she began twirling at her strands again. “Just because we aren’t married anymore does not mean that I don’t think about you. It’s been so long since we’ve—"

“Three days,” Toji interjected. He had to hold his breath before his annoyance controlled him completely. “The last time you saw me was three days ago. That isn’t much long ago at all.”

The silence that ensued was admittedly awkward until Mari suddenly stood up.

For a moment, Toji had to hide his relief thinking that the appointment would end earlier than anticipated, but he should have known that Mari wouldn’t leave that easily. Instead, she approached him in slow steps, encircling the seated therapist like a vulture.

When she drew near, her hands skimmed up from his brawny arms to his equally well-built shoulder blades, gliding over his lab coat before her warm palms began to knead at his tired muscles.

“I...think about you more than I’d like to admit,” she whispered, an incantation that could set any lustful man’s heart ablaze. Her fingers continued to massage him in slow and circular motions, the gentle pressure over tight knots melting into a calm and comforting rhythm. “I care about you so...don’t be mean to me, alright? The words you sometimes say, they hurt me a lot.”

Her delicate hands crawled up to his chin next, her left thumb tugging at the plush pillow of his lower lip. The most dangerous thing about Mari wasn't how she embodied a young lady’s exuberance with a mature woman’s elegance. Rather, it was her ability to place spells like these. Back when he had less self-respect, Toji might have forgiven her and caved in, her simple but flirtatious touches like trances that could crumble his resolve.

But you still fuck your ex-wife?

Of all moments, your words from weeks ago decided to haunt him now, your revolted expression a clear image in his memory. His heavy-lidded eyes batted quickly as he came to a realization: Why was he doing this?

In the revelation, Toji stopped Mari’s wandering hands from traveling toward his black slacks.

“Mari,” he said very firmly. As he pulled her away from him, his green eyes held her shimmering brown ones. “No.”

“What?” Given the woman’s visible surprise, Toji could also imagine the smoke that fumed from her nose. After all, this was the same man who once would go weak on his knees for her. Mari stepped back, folding her arms defensively. “Why not?”

“You say that my words hurt you, but I would argue that you’ve hurt me far more,” the therapist explained. As he regained composure, he twirled his chair so that he could face his client squarely. “Have you heard? Your own daughter Tsumiki isn’t even returning to Tokyo for her university’s summer break because she is too ashamed to see you.”

“Good!” she shot, surprising the man with her soured temper. “Would not have cared to hear from her either! Tsumiki had always sided with you and your urchin-headed son. But you know what? You’ve changed, Toji. You, and all the other therapists here, too. I don’t know what has been up with you four, but this clinic was far better back when Naoya worked here.”

Toji had a talent for hiding the whirr behind his thoughts, but he could not conceal his surprise this time. Although he wanted to, he never bothered to mention Naoya in his appointments with Mari before. However, it turned out he didn’t have to be the first one to bring up his cousin since Mari did so herself. Had she not reminded him, Toji would’ve forgotten that Naoya was once a sex therapist too, the family pair once working several doors away from each other. 

Since the opportunity already presented itself, Toji took the chance to inveigle his ex-wife. He stood up from his office chair and closed the little gap between him and his glaring client. 

“Let me tell you something,” Toji started, his voice low but steady. “You genuinely think Naoya is all that great of a person? That man has received countless complaints from his former clients about manipulation and derogatory remarks. He’s disrespectful. He’s deceptive. He's a complete con man. Therefore, I would actually argue that our office is much, much better without that elitist and misogynistic asshole.”

Come on, woman. Take the bait. I’m waiting. Three, two...

“Naoya is not that kind of person,” Mari erupted, likely faster and with more fury than she intended.

Well, that was easy. Toji appeared unruffled from the outside, yet he grinned inwardly.

While he paid no mind to how the woman shook her hands from anger and flung a weak fist into his strong chest, he did—however—find more amusement when she added, “Spreading false rumors about your own relative doesn’t make you the bigger person.”

Unfortunately for her, she tended to act and speak before she thought, not realizing that rushing to Naoya Zenin’s side made her suspicious. 

“What? Do my claims about ‘my own relative’ upset you that much?” Toji challenged, quoting her words. He rolled his shoulders back after pushing the woman’s hands from his pectorals. “He’s my baby cousin, so naturally, I have seen his good and bad sides. Just throwing that out there. Unless,” his voice then dropped into a deep bass, “for some reason, you know something I don’t...?”

The inflection in his tone was purposely inquisitive, and he raised an innocent brow with his questions. He could see the emotions that threatened to spill past her walls, from how she furrowed her brows in contemplation to how she pursed her lips in wrath.

But Mari bit her tongue at the very last moment. “No,” she quipped and folded her arms defiantly. “Naoya is not my business.”

Sounded rehearsed, but oh well. The paparazzi photos from their recent Mexico getaway might prove otherwise, though.

“If you say so,” Toji shrugged. 

He was satisfied enough with Mari’s reactions to his cousin’s name, and he liked thinking about how two heartless people had found passion in each other. Just as Toji retreated to his seat, a knock rapped at the door and opened to Geto at the entrance.

“Time is up, boss.”

Even as the appointment ended and was followed by other clients that day, Toji’s mind buzzed into the evening. 

Call him obsessed, but—for himself, for his son, for his stepdaughter, for his colleagues, and for you—he sought revenge. As Toji mulled over his strategy in his home library that night, he could feel himself about to detonate like a time bomb when the apartment buzzer rang unexpectedly.

“Megumi!” Toji’s low timbers boomed, hoping that his son would hear him from his room upstairs. He chased toward the entryway in hurried steps, calling the teenager’s name again because only the boy’s high school friends would be visiting at this hour. Toji swung the door open. “Megumi! Yuuji and Nobara are downst—”

His words vanished when, in the place of two bubbly teenagers, there stood you. 

You raised your gaze from the ground, the overhead lighting leaving a warm glow on your features as you met Toji with reddened and lachrymose eyes.

“Can...we talk?”

last chapter || next chapter

end notes: 1) For me, this was another challenging chapter to write, as I balanced between introducing the many layers behind our main therapist and inundating you—my lovely readers—with too much information without adequate context. 2) Originally, I had named Mari something else. I changed it because her name eventually reminded me of a different anime character and I didn’t want the association. Haha. 

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[ms-m-astrologer]

Transiting Mars enters Taurus

Sunday, June 9 - Saturday, July 20, 2024

Although Mars is in its detriment here [ie, transiting through a sign (Taurus) which is opposite a sign it rules (Scorpio)] - and although there are a few potential rough spots - this really isn’t a bad transit at all.

Mars in Aries is always ready for a fight, and probably throws the first punch in 75%-90% of all the battles it experiences. Mars in Taurus has to play by that Venus rule book, though. Patience, calm, perseverance, and steadiness can help us get what we want, at least as well (if not better) than carrying chips on our shoulders. Some ways it may play out in Mars’ areas:

Physical strength - “strong as a bull!” This is more of a “brute force” placement and relies on that, rather than being aggressive or flexible.

Energy levels - steady, once it gets going. The problems here are actually getting Mars to budge, and (as with Mars in any fixed sign) in knowing when to quit.

Sexuality - sensual and passionate. A lot of paying attention to everything in our bodies and not just the gonads. Not usually a “wine and dine” kind of placement, that’s too complicated.

How we go after what we want - slowly, steadily, patiently. If you have a project requiring such an approach, this is a wonderful time to launch it.

Some really beautiful aspects and situations ahead of us. Allow a day or two on either side of the given date.

Tuesday, June 11 - Mars/Taurus square Pluto Rx/Aquarius, 1°45’. I really liked Kathy Rose’s take on this particular aspect - it has such a horrible reputation, but by approaching it differently it can be harnessed in a positive way. Look for ways to break through barriers (or maybe even recognizing there’s a barrier in the first place).

Friday, June 21 - Mars/Taurus sextile Mercury/Cancer, 9°12’. Great for finding practical solutions, and for getting on the same page as others.

Friday, June 28 - Sunday, June 30:

Mars/Taurus sextile Venus/Cancer, 14°39’

Mars/Taurus trine Ceres Rx/Capricorn, 15°37’

This is an aspect pattern called an “easy opposition,” with Mars providing a constructive outlet for the Venus-Ceres opposition. It can be extremely fertile, so if becoming a parent isn’t on your agenda right now, I’d abstain if I were you. Great for working through any domestic issues.

Thursday, July 4 - Saturday, July 6:

Mars/Taurus trine Juno/Virgo, 18°56’

Mars/Taurus sextile Saturn Rx/Pisces, 19°23’

Mars/Taurus opposite Pallas Rx/Scorpio, 19°49’

And this is an aspect pattern called a “mystic rectangle” - we have two oppositions whose ends are sextile/trine each other. It’s really good for cooperation, problem-solving with others’ help, and tackling difficult work.

Monday, July 15 - Mars/Taurus conjunct Uranus/Taurus, 26°19’. These two in aspect together promote independence. (I know this from close observation; many people in my family have some combination of the two!) We’re all about being ourselves, albeit in a calm, steady, down-to-earth Taurus way. (This is also the first day of the Republican Party convention. Yikes. MAGAt as an angry Mars-Uranus/Taurus good old boy….)

Saturday, July 20 - Mars/Taurus sextile Neptune Rx/Pisces, 29°50’. Ending on an inspired note; taking a practical vision forward with us. We can manifest our dreams into reality.

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Christmas Reruns 2023 Day 3: A Christmas Miracle (3/3)

Merry Christmas if you celebrate it and happy holidays if you don’t!  One of the things I love about Christmas is watching reruns of all the old classic Christmas movies–Christmas is a big time for nostalgia.  A few years ago, I decided to incorporate that tradition into my fandom life and post my CS holiday reruns.  So here you go!  Enough holiday (mostly) fluff to get you to New Year’s Day. (With a new story posting on Christmas Day.)

Rating: G

Word Count: 2446

Other chapters: 1 2 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32

Notes:  Here’s the conclusion of A Christmas Miracle.  Once again, it was written in 2013 and fits within my A Wish Your Heart Makes universe.

“If you hadn’t cast the curse in the first place, dearie, Pan never would have had the opportunity to curse us the second time.” Mr. Gold hissed.

“Oh, that’s rich!” Regina said with a sneer, “considering it’s coming from the imp who provided me with the curse in the first place!”

Emma sat in her favorite booth at Granny’s and watched her adversarial family members face off. She was rather impressed. They’d remained civil for nearly two hours.

“Come on guys,” Mary Margaret said, walking up to Gold and Regina, her hand extended in a pacifying gesture, “let’s not argue. It’s Christmas!”

Regina turned on her. “Stay out of it, Snow. It’s all your fault anyway.”

“My fault?!” Mary Margaret yelled, her hands coming to rest on her hips.

“Don’t play stupid,” Regina sneered, “Or maybe you’re not playing.”

“Just a minute! You can’t talk to my wife that way!” David charged into the fight.

Regina rolled her eyes and turned back to Mary Margaret.

“Yes, Snow,” Regina continued, “if it wasn’t for your total inability to keep your mouth shut, we wouldn’t be where we’re at.”

“Where we’re at? Where we’re at?!” Mary Margaret fumed, “That's…that’s not even grammatically correct, let alone accurate!”

Emma rolled her eyes. They were arguing about grammar? It was definitely time to go get some air…before the magic started flying. She got to her feet, and wobbled for a second on her high heels. Why had she let Mary Margaret convince her to dress up? If she had to come to this party, couldn’t she have at least been comfortable?

Emma turned her back on the argument, on Neal and Henry talking in a booth on the other side of the diner, on Hook who had gone up to the bar for another drink. Pushing the door open, she stepped outside.

Hook looked up as he heard the bell over Granny’s door chime. He caught a glance of golden hair and a soft blue dress before the door closed behind Emma. The lass had been rather quiet since dinner; he wondered what was bothering her. It was obvious something was; something beyond the obvious awkwardness of this party.

The voices rose behind him, everyone trying to shout down the others. Something crashed against a far wall. He shook his head. Snow White really did see the world through rose-colored glasses. How on earth had she thought this group of people would have a good time together?

Hook took a final swig of the beer he was drinking, and then headed for the door. He had no wish to remain in what was turning into an all-out battlefield. Of course, the thought of spending some time alone with the lovely Emma, might have played a part in the decision as well.

Pushing the glass door open, Hook stepped outside. There she stood underneath the awning, shivering. Why hadn’t she grabbed her coat before she’d stepped out?

“It’s a bit cold to be standing outside love,” he commented, stepping up behind her.

“Yeah, well,” she answered, turning toward him, “it beats getting caught in the middle of World War III in there.”

He laughed and shrugged out of his coat. He draped it over her shoulders and was rewarded with one of her rare smiles. They stood there for a moment watching the snow gently fall through the dark, evening air. Hook caught strains of music coming from the convent; it seemed the nuns were ringing in Christmas with carols.

“Joy to the world the Lord is come…”

“It doesn’t look like Mary Margaret is going to be able to get in all the Christmas traditions she was hoping for,” Emma commented. “We didn’t get to the Christmas carol sing-a-long.”

“It’s a shame,” Hook commented, looking over at her, “that was the part I was particularly looking forward to.”

“Really?” she asked looking at him with skeptical eyes, “You want to sit around singing carols?”

“And why not,” he asked with a grin. “Some of the songs I have heard here in Storybrooke would be particularly appropriate to the evening at hand.”

“Such as?” she asked with a matching grin.

“When we finally kiss goodnight,” he sang in a soft baritone, “how I’ll hate going out in the storm, but if you really hold me tight, all the way home I’ll be warm.”

She rolled her eyes, but he saw the smile that draped her face. A moment later, she turned back toward the street with a dejected little sigh. They stood in silence for a minute. “…And heaven and nature sing. And heaven and nature sing. And heaven, and heaven and nature sing.”

“It’s really coming down,” she finally said looking up at the streetlight across from them.

“Aye,” he answered with a smile. “We’ll have a fine blanket come Christmas morning.”

“Great,” she said with a grimace. “Just what I wanted for Christmas.”

“Oh come on love,” he said, turning her back toward him. “Surely there was a time you liked snow.”

He expected a witty retort, but instead she dropped her eyes and turned back toward the street. “I do remember one day,” she finally responded. “I was about six. I’d been living with a foster family for almost three years. They were great; I really thought they would adopt me. One day, it was close to Christmas, I remember, my foster dad took my foster brother and me out to play in the snow. We made the biggest snowman I had ever seen. We made snow angels, had a snowball fight, the whole nine yards. Later, we went in and my foster mom had made us a big pot of hot chocolate.”

Emma fell silent, and Hook waited. He heard the pain in her voice and softly began rubbing her shoulder. She leaned into his touch. “…holy infant so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace.”

“What then, love?” Hook asked after a moment. He wasn’t sure he wanted to hear the answer.

“The next morning, my foster dad disappeared,” she answered, and he saw the tears in her eyes. “They never found him; no one knows what happened. Well, my foster mom kinda fell apart. She couldn’t afford to take care of two children, so it was back into the system for me.”

Hook closed his eyes. It must have been devastating for a little girl to lose the only family she had ever known. Turning her once more to face him, he wrapped her in a hug. She resisted for a moment, and then he felt her arms wrap around him.

“I think it’s time we make a new memory surrounding snow,” Hook said after a moment. She pulled away from him and looked questioningly up into his face.

“Yeah?” she asked, “and what would that be?”

Hook grinned. “Well, love. I propose we go play in the snow tomorrow.”

“Play in the snow?” she asked with a raised eyebrow, “Really?”

“Aye, lass,” he smiled at her, “We can bring Henry.”

“And what exactly would we ‘play’ in the snow?”

“First,” he answered, with a wicked grin, “We make a devastatingly handsome snowman with a hook. Then we make a beautiful blonde snow maiden looking adoringly up at him.”

“Are you sure the blonde isn’t rolling her eyes at him?” Emma asked with a grin. “Sounds more true to life.”

Hook put his hand to his heart and staggered as though mortally injured. “You wound me, lass.”

“Hmm,” she said grinning, “that might play to your advantage.”

“Aye? And how is that?”

“Well,” she said with a grin, “if you’re injured you’ll need someone to take care of you.”

Was the lady actually flirting with him? His grin blossomed into a full blown smile. She smiled back for a moment and then turned back to the street. He heard a defeated sigh.

“What’s troubling you, love?” he asked. She didn’t answer for so long he thought she was deliberately ignoring him. The nuns started up a new carol. When blossoms flowered ‘mid the snow…

Finally she turned back toward him. “It’s just…” she made a helpless little gesture with her hands. “I don’t know…Every single time it looks like things are starting to work out, like good is going to succeed, like the bad guys are going to get defeated, like we might get a bit of peace and happiness, something else happens. Someone casts a curse, or kidnaps a kid, or…”

“Or disappears sending you back into the system…or turns you in to the police for his crimes…or sends you off to another realm with no more protection than a seven-year-old lad so that you can come back and be the savior?”

“Yeah,” she said, and he saw the tears brimming in her eyes. One escaped and slid down her cheek. Raising his hand, he tenderly wiped it away.

“Emma, love,” he said, his voice going deep and gravelly, “I can’t promise you peace and happiness, but I can promise to always be beside you, helping you, protecting you and those you love. You need never fear I’ll abandon you.”

She whirled away from him and started pacing. The lass was seething. “Yeah?” she snarled at him. “I’ve heard that before. 'I love you, Emma.’ 'You’re like our own daughter, Emma.’ 'Let’s go to Tallahassee, Emma.’ 'We just wanted to give you your best chance, Emma.’ It’s crap! All of it!”

“You doubt me, lass? Even after Camelot?” he asked and was ashamed to hear the pain in his voice.

She stopped and looked back at him. The first Noel the angels did sing…

“No,” she finally answered, “the hell of it is that I don’t doubt you. You’ve proven again and again that you will do anything for me…even at your own expense. But Hook, you’re not indestructable. What if you disappear? Or are kidnapped? Or are killed?”

Hook’s heart swelled. That was real feeling in her voice. The lass was a lot further gone than she thought. He cupped her face with his good hand again.

“Love,” he answered meaning the word with all his heart, “as I said, I can’t promise you nothing terrible will happen, but for today, for this moment all is well. Perhaps, all one can do is create the good memories to be our solace in times of distress.”

She looked up at him for several moments and then slowly nodded, briskly swiping her hands across her damp cheeks.

“So about those snowmen…?” he asked playfully.

“Henry and I will be ready bright and early tomorrow morning,” She answered with a smile.

For the first time in nearly as long as she could remember, Emma felt hope. It was hope that she found shining out of Hook’s blue eyes as he smiled at her.

“I’ve got a gift for you, love,” Hook said, holding out a small, thin box.

“Oh,” Emma said ruefully, “Hook, I didn’t get you anything.”

He smiled gently. “It’s no matter, Emma. I have no need of gifts.” He held the box out to her again, and she reached for it automatically. Lifting the lid, she saw a silver necklace with an opal and silver swan pendant. Emma ran her finger over the jewel.

“It’s beautiful,” she said softly.

“Aye,” he answered looking at her. “It is beautiful, and strong and graceful. Much like you.”

She looked down and then met his eyes. “Is that really how you see me?”

“Aye, lass,” he said gently. “Indeed it is.”

Il est ne le divin enfant… It seemed the nuns had decided to venture into French carols.

“Thank you, Hook,” she said simply. “Well, I don’t hear any yelling, so that probably means they’ve either stopped fighting…or killed each other. Either way, I suppose we should go back in.”

“A moment more lass,” Hook said. That pirate grin of his was back.

“What?” she asked warily. She had come to know that tone in his voice, and it meant trouble.

“Well, love,” he said with a raise of his eyebrow, “I think it is only right that we follow holiday tradition.”

“Exactly what holiday tradition might that be?” she asked. He pointed to a spot over her head. She looked up and saw a sprig of mistletoe hanging right above the two of them.

“You’re terrible, you know that?” she asked with a smile and a slight shake of her head.

“Perhaps so,” he answered playfully, “but your mother has her heart set on her family following the traditions this year. What manner of a daughter would you be if you were to blatantly deny her greatest Christmas wish?”

Her breath caught and her heart began to pound. Well, why not?

“Well, in the spirit of Christmas tradition…” she said with a little wave of her hand.

He looked surprised for a moment, then the grin was back. She was determined she wouldn’t let his kiss affect her, she wouldn’t! Then his lips settled against hers and all rational thought fled. All that existed was this man and the sensations he aroused in her. Her arms wrapped around his neck. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pressing closer, closer. She could never be close enough. She blossomed for him like a flower in a spring rain. The kiss went on and on. It lasted forever; it ended far too soon.

Finally, with a groan, he pulled his lips from hers.

“Emma, love…” he breathed. She couldn’t say a word if her life were on the line. She was glad his arms were still around her because her legs felt like jelly. If he were to release her, she would melt into a puddle at his feet.

Hook took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the charming rogue was back.

“Well, love,” he said gently rubbing her back. “I had it on good authority that the last time was a one-time thing. It seems I’ve just experienced a Christmas miracle!”

She rolled her eyes, but didn’t pull away. Though it scared her half to death, she couldn’t deny it any more. Being in his arms felt like…home.

“Well, don’t get too used to it buddy,” she said. Her voice didn’t sound convincing even to her.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it, love,” he said with a raise of one eyebrow. “After all, I’d have to wait an entire year for another Christmas miracle.”

“Very true,” she said with a grin, “But there are a lot of holidays between now and then.”

He laughed. “I like the way you think, Emma. I like the way you think!”

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[kentuckyanarchist]

Songs of 2022

Year-end lists always seem doomed to become outdated. Am I really expected to have heard all the best songs of 2022 in 2022? It’s never going to work, they’ll seep through over the course of the following year or years. But giving it six weeks is better than nothing, so here we are in mid-late February.

1. Tomberlin, “Stoned”.

Stoned indeed: woozy, baffled, bodily undone.

2. Camp Cope, “Running with the Hurricane”.

Camp Cope perfected a bassy, blunt melancholy with How to Socialise & Make Friends; here they don’t so much break from that template as turn it to other—affirmative? aggressive?—purposes.

3. Caroline, “Good Morning (Red)”.

The year’s most something-new-on-every-listen song, its most capacious.

4. Christian Lee Hutson, “Age Difference”.

Lyric of the year: “Do my impression of John Malkovich critiquing food in prison / At first it isn’t funny, then it is, and then it isn’t.”

5. Big Thief, “Change”.

A panoply of possibilities on such a sprawling, immersive album by the absolute best in the game, but this most plaintive and stubborn lament just edges the rest.

6. Rachika Nayar ft. Maria BC, “Heaven Come Crashing”.

Sounds for the silentest disco.

7. The A’s, “Why I’m Grieving”.

A path not taken from an archive not delved-into; a peppy sad spurt of jolly heartbreak.

8. Black Country, New Road, “Snow Globes”.

I’m still not sure if this song’s about going mad, getting old, living through winter, all three, or none.

9. Arctic Monkeys, “Body Paint”.

Searching, insistent: like Alex Turner’s got you caught in a lie.

10. Stella Donnelly, “Cold”.

This could’ve been any of Stella Donnelly’s songs where the lilt of her voice is always dropping into conversationality, but this one, where she ends the conversation, full-stop, shuts me up the most.

11. Martha, “Irreversible Motion”.

So many of these songs are about little things, like the bones of the inner ear; this one maybe more than all the others.

12. Florist, “Red Bird Pt. 2 (Morning)”.

A delicate retrospective collage, a slow bashful loving appreciation, a puzzled amazed asking-why, a cautious comfort.

13. Aldous Harding, “Fever”.

Aldous Harding’s songs have this wonderful, dignified refusal to cohere; this one just lopes, or loafs, in and out of view.

14. Meg Baird, “Will You Follow Me Home?”.

The way Meg Baird’s vocals stay half-submerged here is what gets me: “Will You Follow Me Home?” goes from lazy river to maelstrom without you quite noticing.

15. Brian Eno, “Making Gardens Out of Silence”.

If you ask me, “Making Gardens Out of Silence” is a panorama from the time after humans, built from salvage by whatever-comes-next.

16. Hurray for the Riff Raff, “SAGA”.

A lot of these songs express a specifically 2022 kind of bafflement. “SAGA” doesn’t know how to get past this condition either, but it’s pushing against the boundaries.

17. Lana Del Rey, “Watercolor Eyes”.

You think you know someone’s schtick, but they surprise you.

18. Black Belt Eagle Scout, “My Blood Runs Through This Land".

Alternating between wordlessness and breathlessness, either way keeping on building to something.

19. Jake Xerxes Fussell, “Love Farewell”.

Stoic and stolid, Jake Xerxes Fussell bets on metaphor but could’ve made do with just rumble, growl and twinkle.

20. Ezra Furman, “Ally Sheedy in The Breakfast Club”.

Secret-telling in movie-theatre darkness.

21. Let’s Eat Grandma, “Happy New Year”.

Let’s Eat Grandma have the saddest synths but this one’s rose-coloured.

22. Joshua Burnside, “Louis Mercier”.

Time-travel klezmer-pop that jostles you like a cobbled towpath.

23. Beth Orton, “Weather Alive”.

When talking songs become singing songs so sylphlike and effortless.

24. Sault, “Life We Rent but Love Is Free”.

Sounds like certain small parts of London, for certain small moments, on busy summer days in the past.

25. Bill Callahan, “Coyotes”.

One for slickrock and sagebrush, which are not without their romance.

26. Yard Act, “Tall Poppies”.

A self-consciously small story, a kitchen-sink drama, a talking head, no denouément.

27. Angel Olsen, “All the Good Times”.

A rhinestone widescreen production, a road movie on a soundstage.

28. Beach House, “Hurts to Love”.

Generationally speaking, the ending of Skins series 1 still packs a fair bit of a punch, so rewriting “Wild World” by Cat Stevens makes more sense than you’d think.

29. The 1975, “The 1975”.

Imagine taking “All My Friends” and making it about your cock and it’s still good; that takes rare talent.

30. Craig Finn, “Birthdays”.

Comforting because it really is nice to know there’s someone in this world who’s always known you, and comforting because it’s Craig Finn doing Craig Finn stuff with his big dumb Craig Finn voice.

31. Julia Jacklin, “Lydia Wears a Cross”.

A bodily song: knees, eyes, clothes, adornments.

32. Anaïs Mitchell, “On Your Way (Felix Song)”.

You get the sense Anaïs Mitchell finds nothing all that difficult—eulogising, philosophising, doing justice to a life, picking out the pithiest reminiscences, in just under three minutes she bowls it all over.

33. Billy Woods, “Pollo Rico”.

Intrusive thoughts, compulsion to repeat. A personal history of madness.

34. Bright Eyes, “Arc of Time (Time Code) (Companion Version)”.

This year Bright Eyes re-recorded some of the songs from the 2000s I love/hate the most. “Arc of Time” gets remade without the beats or the keys, but stays smart and wry and death stays on its mind. 

35. Fred again.., “Berwyn (all that i got is you)”.

Fred again..’s songs are urban explorations, entries to London’s subterrene.

36. Yeah Yeah Yeahs, “Spitting Off the Edge of the World”.

Cosmic.

37. The Big Moon, “Ladye Bay”.

Supersized, tectonic.

38. Drive-By Truckers, “The Driver”.

Grimy, grunting noir.

39. Ethel Cain, “American Teenager”.

D. H. Lawrence would’ve liked Ethel Cain and her Great American Hauntedness.

40. Girlpool, “Butterfly Bulletholes”.

Such a shame to lose Girlpool in 2022 but they were four or five bands in just two people, they gave us a lot.

41. The Beths, “Expert in a Dying Field”.

This one speaks for itself.

42. Nilüfer Yanya, “Shameless”.

Breathless, almost somehow fleshless, rattling ribcage xylophone.

43. Mesadorm, “Soap Opera”.

Skew-whiff boiler-hiss robot pop.

44. Porridge Radio, “Back to the Radio”.

Porridge Radio’s skills are in cacophony, cataclysm, crisis, ruination, disaster mismanagement.

45. Wet Leg, “Too Late Now”.

Every introspection needs a wise-crack or two.

46. Wilco, “Tired of Taking It Out on You”.

Aged 29, I had chickenpox recently; I recovered but it’s made looking in the mirror interesting, all these new small markings on the same face.

47. Plains, “Hurricane”.

The lyrics to “Hurricane” read like an apology, but Katie Crutchfield’s voice always sounds a little barbed to me; that’s what makes this work, I think.

48. Daniel Avery, “Higher”.

Frenetic travel in place.

49. Kevin Morby, “Bittersweet, TN”.

Kevin Morby hits all the requirements, he straight-A’s being a country singer.

50. Beabadoobee, “You’re Here That’s the Thing”.

In 2023 I resolve to continue to love silly rhymes, campfire rhythms, dewdrops and holding hands.

[simmer-roo]

25 Get to Know me Questions!

Name: Esme Sparrow

1. When did you last cry? The night before my wedding when Julian and I got in an argument… but it’s ok.

2. Do you have kids? No but I can’t wait!🥹

3. Your eye colour? Brown🤎

4. Scary movies or happy endings? Are you kidding, happily ever after please!

5. What songs are on the soundtrack to your life? Pretty much anything by Andrew Belle!

6. Any pets? Pedro, my cat and Hammy the hamster (unoriginal name, ik)

7. How old are you? 24

8. Do you play any sports? Too busy with my nose in a book

9. How tall are you? 5’7

10. When is your birthday? February 20th!

11. What is your zodiac sign? Pisces ♓️

12. Do you have a job? If so what is it? Freelance painter! My dream job🥰

13. Where do you live? In Newcrest, in my dream home☺️

14. Who do you live with? Hubby Julian (we just got married! I’m writing this while on our honeymoon!), kitty Pedro, and Hammy the hamster.

15. What is your favourite drink? A nice refreshing Ridgeport🍹

16. Do you have a best friend? Lindsay and Leah!

17. When did you first feel like an adult? Honestly I still don’t feel like one most of the time! I feel like an imposter lol

18. What is one thing you want to do before you die? Open an art gallery for others to come enjoy my art and maybe I’d even consider selling some pieces!

19. Do you like books? If so what’s your favourite one? How many times can someone reread the Court of Thorns and Roses series? The limit does not exist.

20. What are your hobbies? I really love to paint (good thing that’s my job😉), but I also love baking and reading! Oh and playing with my cat!!

21. What is your personal style? I’d like to call it… elevated causal

22. what is your favourite type of weather? Hey siri, play sunny and 75 by Joe Nichols

23. Do you have a favourite emoji? 🫶🏻

24. Do you use simstagram? if so what’s your @? @lifewithesme

25. what is the last text you sent (and who did you text)? I sent Lindsay a text to let her know our flight landed in Tartosa! “just landed in Tartosa! Honeymoon, here I come! See you in a few days, miss you already! Say hi to your hubby and baby scout for me😘”

Hey y’all! This is just an introduction to one of the sims from my new gameplay I’ve been working on. I have a huge backlog of screenies to edit and post for her and her husband who you’ll all get to meet in my next post! I’m so obsessed with their lives lol. Can’t wait to share more!!

Also: DISCLAIMER!!!!!

This sim was originally created by the wonderful @ellcrze. You can download her from ellcrze’s patreon here.

[waitingformyfavoritesongs]

3:55 pmpdt 22 March 2023 Wednesday

Incubus burned my feet. 3:56 pmpdt incubus probably likes slavery & doesn’t want to do hard risky work. Intaglio print making is hard risky work & so is building construction. You will probably never see incubus doing something brave & virtuous. 3:58 pmpdt

4:14 pmpdt 4:15 pmpdt burning possibly acid pain near right hip. I’m afraid of what I might really be. But, I’m also afraid of anyone I don’t know including incubus. Did anyone see the news of a man sitting on a broken window of a tall building in New York? FBI was trying to serve a warrant for bank fraud. Incubus is going to kill me o piece by piece Bcz he’s a liar heinous animal. He doesn’t love women, only vagina. & boobs. But he will do anything heinous to make it look like he’s gay. 4:20 pmpdt dusty rose is the same height as gio. We should assume behati would have went for a younger better looking man if she wasn’t coerced into marriage? 4:21 pmpdt

4:30 pmpdt incubus/miñion burned my vag with acid again. 4:31 pmpdt incubus invented homosexuality. It’s his reverse psychology tactics to vilify homosexuality. 4:32 pmpdt & he’s trying to use those gullible enough to believe in him. It’s a net/web. He sets out multiple ones to normalize & make lying for him acceptable. It’s probably his tactic to get away with child (coughing! Left side rib & skull pains 4:34 pmpdt) 4:35 pmpdt child rape torture murder. He probably plans to set them up like puppets like that 6 year old who shot his kindergarten teacher in the hand. Maybe she’s his type. & then he says oh that kid did that Bcz he’s evil. But they could tell that I was going to be b4 I was conceived? B4 I was born? So maybe my youngest sister has different parents & she’s a surrogate baby? Is that what happened to king david & bathsheba? I doubt it. Naming someone pee sounds insulting. I forgot my thought. King David was goat. But it’s not okay for women to be loose. Los= loose saw it in online dictionary. Reverse psychology crap. I don’t believe in myself anymore but he destroyed a part of my brain. I’m a sacrificial lamb. 4:42 pmpdt acid under skin arms. He is doing it to torture me. No matter how or what I will be dead. Soon. Tortured to death. Bcz he sets it up easy. So he has an alibi. But I bet it would be really hard to see him the same way if it was his own p*nis caught in the act. But he controls everything. So how can you catch him? The only thing you would have to go on is anything that makes it look like he’s trying to hide something. Like torturing me & isolating me. $ you can tell he has all sorts of escapes. Bcz if power. Not admitting anything. Not facing his accusers. Not going to court. Possibly framing some one for things they didn’t do. Making other people sacrifice. & lying about marriage & children & love & s*xual flings. 4:49 pmpdt lying about artistic ideas. Lacking integrity. 4:49 pmpdt do you think a woman is more likely to have integrity? Children probably would never have survived without it? 4:50 pmpdt it’s. The battle of the s*xes. Gender. 4:51 pmpdt

5:02 pmpdt I really doubt people would live 1000 years. It’s probably closer to 200 years. 5:03 pmpdt that 900+ years with Noah I have to wonder if that was in Alaska ? Wondering but I have a mental block that keeps me from completing the evaluation in my mind. 5:04 pmpdt

5:05 pmpdt tongue acid? 😞pain & left upper skull 💀 pain. 5:05 pmpdt 5:06 pmpdt incubus doesn’t want to do any hard work himself. He doesn’t want to harvest more raw new material from asteroids ☄️ that he made with the power of black holes 🕳 which operates acid throat pain like the vacuum cleaners of the universe. He would rather kill me off slowly and put me through slow agonizing death ☠️ to save capitalism. Everyone was cruel to me so I don’t really see the point in capitalism. 5:08 pmpdt he’s a lazy b*tch. He likes easy smart stuff not hard stuff. 5:09 pmpdt in my intaglio printmaking class most of my classmates were women. Gum pain. 5:10 pmpdt incubus is eating my gums. 5:10 pmpdt

5:12 pmpdt I only remember 2 guys in that class. 5:13 pmpdt the teacher 👨🏻‍🏫 was a man 👨 & the class assistant was a woman.

5:15 pmpdt when I was in schoool (5:13 pmpdt jaw bone 🦴 pain sharp stab in btwn? Gum & tooth 🦷?) 5:16 pmpdt I thought 💭 yellow? Orange? Lights were used to reduce light 💡 pollution so more stars 🌟 are visible in the night sky 🌌 but it’s okay. 5:18 pmpdt

5:19 pmpdt I felt my gums hurt & tighten so I assumed bad stuff was happening. Incubus is heinous b*tch. 5:20 pmpdt

5:22 pmpdt so, incubus wants manjeri an example of me without high lighting his sh*t? 😑I HATE incubus. 5:23 pmpdt I wish incubus would change his name from Adam to incubus vag pain sharp 5:23 5:24 pmpdt I think it’s more fitting.

5:33 pmpdt he wants people to think 💭 I’m crazy. Probably to hide his human s*x trafficking activities. He probably has pizza 🍕 gate at his other mansions behati doesn’t go to. 5:35 pmpdt

8:17 pmpdt incubus made the bathroom smell very bad. I’m confused now. The chemical smell that I smelled b4, I wonder if it was actually mold or mildew? You think architects would have solved this problem with the way they charge for this minisuite. Architects are probably heinous b*tches Bcz that’s what Scott’s dad david? Is. Cano. 8:21 pmpdt he raised that b*tch. They both let me eat the one black banana at their house and told me it was good for me. Is it???????? 😵😖😭😤😤🥵🥵8:22 pmpdt also that Tiffany fry? In Los Gatos who found a mountain 🏔 lion 🦁 in her backyard? Incubus is trying to cash in on a story I held onto for days. We are not collaborating. He’s only trying to save his own ass. 8:24 pmpdt si you don’t really think 💭 that he’s the way that I suspect him to be. He really REALLY hurt me badly a lot. 8:25 pmpdt

[wickedpact]

dear tumblr user crim wickedpact pls write the essay/dissertation about nicky being shakespeare's fair youth (if you have time, ofc!!)

Not To Imply Nicky Was Shakespeare’s Fair Youth But Ive Read The Fair Youth Sonnets & Nicky Was Definitely Shakespeare’s Fair Youth, an essay by me, tumblr user crim wickedpact

background knowledge: our man shakespeare wrote some 120 sonnets about a young man referred to as the Fair Youth during the mid 1590s; there has been some debate among shakespeare enthusiasts whether shakespeare’s interest in the Fair Youth was platonic or romantic (but like. they were definitely romantic). no one knows for sure who the Fair Youth was, but it was definitely nicky and my first and most important piece of evidence regarding this hypothesis is the ‘lmao babe do you remember that guy who had a crush on me?’/ ‘i try not to remember the guy who had a crush on you’ look joe and nicky exchange when Merrick brings up shakespeare during the movie. especially since gina confirmed in a tweet that joe and nicky canonly did know shakespeare

my second piece of evidence is that it just Works (except for a couple small facts like.. the Fair Youth was prolly closer to his 20s than his 30s. and the fact that shakespeare implies that the Fair Youth slept with his mistress at one point. but he doesnt know what hes talking about shhh we IGNORE)

long post under cut

A. The Description Matches

when describing the Fair Youth (who I’ll call the FY from now on), shakespeare says he has a ‘gold complexion’ and ‘beautiful eyes’ and compares him to a ‘summer’s day’. He says the FY has “A woman’s gentle heart" and “An eye more bright than [women’s are], (...) Gilding the object whereupon [they] gazeth”

As much as shakespeare’s perceptions of sexuality and gender are very........  late 1500′s (whoo boy sonnet #20 is a wild ride) ...... the description does match, and also:

  B. The Fair Youth Refused to Get Married

it’s never really said why one way or another (shakespeare assumes it’s because the FY is selfish) but the FY didn’t/wouldn’t take on a wife and have a kid, and this was something that was a real sticker for our man Willy S. because, as he says in his sonnets a million times: beauty doesn’t last forever, but having a child not only passes down the FY’s beauty, but also blesses the woman the FY would have a child with (im not saying shakespeare wanted to bear the FY’s children, but he definitely did)

Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. For where is she so fair whose uneared womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?

(ie. If you don’t renew yourself/ have children, you deprive the world and deprive a woman from having your child, since what woman out there is so beautiful that she wouldn’t want to bear your child?)

Like.

1.) if nicky is the FY then so many of these poems center around the idea of nicky growing old sometime soon and that must have been pretty funny to Nicky and

2.)  the fact that shakespeare would have been So Desperate for nicky to find a wife must have been the opposite of funny to joe. considering the ease of his and nicky’s relationship and the fact that being gay in late 1500s england was probably not a walk in the park, it is very likely shakespeare wouldn’t have known they were in a committed relationship-- or at least not known how close they actually were. Thus:

  C. The Rival (aka. Joe)

shakespeare mentions having a poetic rival in regards to the FY in several sonnets. In sonnet #21 he talks about how he’s not like Those Other Writers who use grand metaphors to talk about their muses

So is it not with me as with that Muse, Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven itself for ornament doth use And every fair with his fair doth rehearse, Making a couplement of proud compare With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems, With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare,

(ie. I’m not like other poets who, when inspired by a ‘painted beauty’ use heaven and every other beautiful thing on the planet to make a grand comparison to their muse: he specifically lists the sun and moon as examples as well as other beautiful things)

He then goes on to say

And then believe me, my love is as fair As any mother's child, though not so bright As those gold candles fixed in heaven's air:

(ie. my love [the FY] is as beautiful as any other beautiful person, though I wouldn’t compare them to the stars/heavens (which is what he means by the 'gold candles’. those are stars.))

So shakespeare insults poets who compare their subjects to the sun, moon, and stars (amongst other things) and in the comics, Joe does literally exactly that

That man is the stars in my sky, and the sun that lights my days. That man is the moon when I'm lost in darkness, and warmth when I shiver in cold.

shakespeare also goes on to say in the same sonnet “Let them say more that like of hearsay well / I will not praise that purpose not to sell” which is to say ‘let people who like that kind of language use it, I wont because I don’t want anyone else to have the subject of my affections (the FY)’.

(which is a bit of a contradiction regarding his feelings abt the FY getting married, but these sonnets are full of contradictions. shakespeare was a confused dude; man spent the first 100 or so sonnets convinced the FY loved him back only for him to start wondering if the FY ever loved him near the end)

(not to mention Marriage For Love wasnt really.. much of a thing in Ye Olden Times but thats a different conversation. so shakespeare prolly didnt associate marriage with love/competition? anyways)

Shakesy-boo goes on to complain about this rival several times. In #79, he says

Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent He robs thee of, and pays it thee again. He lends thee virtue, and he stole that word From thy behaviour; beauty doth he give, And found it in thy cheek: he can afford No praise to thee, but what in thee doth live.

(ie. everything ‘your poet’ (as the FY apparently favored this unnamed rival) says about you, he takes it from you in the first place. he talks about your virtue, but learned the word from watching your behavior. he calls you beautiful but only discovered beauty by looking at your face. every compliment he gives you he took from you in the first place)

[and, as a smaller example, he also bemoans the fact that people want to paint the FY in #67, saying, “Why should false painting imitate his cheek, / And steal dead seeming of his living hue?”. and yknow. Joe’s an artist.]

And then another example in #86

Was it the proud full sail of [the rival’s] great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?

Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?

(ie. he’s talking about how he’s having difficulty writing abt the FY and is rhetorically asking if ‘the proud sail’ of the rival’s verses was the reason his ‘ripe thoughts’ were killed in their ‘womb’. He then asks (again rhetorically) if it was the rival’s ‘spirit’ (or creativity, maybe) ‘’’‘by spirits taught to write’’’’ that killed his own drive to write. none of the analyses I’ve read really explain what shakespeare means by ‘spirits taught to write’, other than maybe being a joke or reference to something we dont know, but... ‘taught by dead people to write in a way mortal people can’t’ very much sounds like a description of an immortal poet, eh?)

Which brings me to,

  D. Willy Boy Thinks There Are 500 Year Old Writings About the Fair Youth

shakespeare talks about people having written about the FY ‘500 years ago’ from the late 1500s in #59 which......................... would have been around 1100 AD. :thinking face:

Oh that record could with a backward look, Even of five hundred courses of the sun, Show me your image in some antique book, Since mind at first in character was done, That I might see what the old world could say To this composed wonder of your frame;

(ie. Oh if I could look back 500 years and see how you were described in some old books so I could see/reference what people used to write about you)

Which again brings me to,

  E. I’m Not Saying shakespeare Stole From Joe, But:

1.) In #22, shakespeare says this,

For all that beauty that doth cover thee, Is but the seemly raiment of my heart, Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me: 

(ie, your beauty is due to the ‘clothes’ my heart gives you-- probably means something like ‘you’re beautiful because i love you’. goes on to say his heart lives in the FY’s chest, and the FY’s heart lives in shakespeare’s chest)

so: shakespeare tells the FY he has shakespeare’s heart. in comparison, Joe calls nicky ‘my heart’ in the comics...... :thinking face x2:

2.) In #109, shakespeare tells the FY ‘thou art my all’,

For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all.

which rings similar to Joe’s ‘he’s all and he’s more’ as well as (from the comics) ‘he is my everything’

and just saying. joe looks pretty #done the mention of shakespeare.

  F. The last One

Despite shakespeare writing 30+ poems about the FY eventually growing old, the very last poem he writes about/for the FY says,

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle hour; Who hast by waning grown, and therein showest Thy lovers withering, as thy sweet self growest. 

(ie. you [the FY] have power over the ‘mirror’ (fickle glass) of time as well as time’s ‘harvesting’ ability (sickle hour) and as you grow older, you remain beautiful while your lovers [shakespeare] wither and grow old)

The transition from ‘get married and have a baby before you get old!!!!’ in #1-20 to talking about the FY’s presence in 500 y/o books in #59 to admitting the FY isn’t growing old in #126 kinda seems to imply shakespeare learning of/about nicky’s immortality at some point, and this last poem is him accepting it.

TLDR: not only does it make perfect sense if nicky was the Fair Youth from the FY sonnets, but it also makes perfect sense if joe was the Rival from the FY sonnets. its canon nothing will convince me otherwise

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Chapter One: The New House

Pairing: Snape x OC

Word Count: 2,472

Rating: E

Plot:  Severus, forced to live with his parents once again, moves into a new house with them… except the house itself isn’t new. Its old, very old indeed.

Warnings: none

A/N: Snapetober! I will be posting chapters often to this slice-of-life gothic slow-burn romance I have in my head :D Not following any prompts but I hope the general atmosphere of these chapters are spooky? Mixed with some gothic… maybe some supernatural elements ahead ;) Enjoy :D

Posted: 10/1/21

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Severus Snape hated his life. His parents were awful, his family had no money, no support from anyone, and everyone he'd ever known hated him. The majority of his 20 years of life had been like that, except for a small bit of it where it wasn't, where it had been alright. For a few quick years, he had one friend who understood him, although it was now as he sat in the backseat of his father's car, looking up at the clouds, that he wondered if she ever did.

The clouds coated the sky, covering every sliver of sunshine with thick grey. No light broke through and as a result, everything looked as miserable as his life felt. The droning of the car engine and tires on concrete grated his ears as he tried for peace of mind.

His father's suitcase - sandwiched above Severus' trunk and his mother's large bag - dug into his side, poking at him deeper with every turn the car took. They'd been driving for almost an hour but he knew they weren't even close to their destination; they were still inside the city, still inside its limits. He didn't need to know where they were going, even if he'd like to, he knew his father couldn't afford to move to any city nor any country home close by.

His mother sat quietly in the passenger seat, watching classy houses with nice, white picket fences and short little rose hedges pass by as they drove. She looked away from the window when they stopped at lights or when his father needed to look at the map for directions; Severus suspected she didn't want to know if any of the four-member families out on their daily evening walk around their block looked in to see who owned the beat-up little pile of scrap metal driving by their house.

He didn't care though. He hardly cared about anything lately. The last time he could remember caring was the scroll parchment he'd received for graduating Hogwarts. That was all he'd wanted for two years. After he'd lost his only friend - his only best friend - he focused on school and school alone. He thought everything about his life would change the second he got hold of that certificate. For a few long days it had felt like a first-place trophy, but it wasn't. It was what it was: A certificate, of completion, of participation. Nothing more.

Maybe he could have been something. If he'd gotten a job, saved up while living with his parents, and finally moved out, leaving them behind forever... But he didn't do that. He spent two years wasting time meddling in a bigoted cult working, selling potions for scrap. Hardly making enough to stay off the streets pretending like it was better than living at home just because the new sinking ship he'd found himself in was with his friends. Maybe eventually he could have made it work if it hadn't been for the Aurors who busted their small section of Death Eaters dedicated to making money selling illegal potions.

He supposed they threw themselves a party, thinking themselves big-shots, catching a handful of young adults making money out the back of a shady pub. He remembered the headline in the Daily Prophet: "Fourteen Death Eaters caught and awaiting sentencing". He supposed his mother thought herself a saint now too, bailing him out, saving him from days of "possible abuse" as if it were any worse than the prison he'd lived in all his life.

At first, he couldn't figure why - not for the life of him - she'd even care what happened to him. He wasn't a child and he wasn't her problem anymore. He knew she derived some sick pleasure knowing he not only owed his existence to her but now his freedom as well... and then it all came out. They bought a new house and it wasn't built to be kept up by two people, hell not even three but he was sure his extra pair of hands would come very handy to them.

They didn't even need to pay him. Not only was he their child, but that bail money was something he couldn't even attempt at paying back, and not because it had been a lot. She'd paid it in wizarding money left over from her witch days and she knew his wand had been broken as part of his sentencing. He'd have to beg some stuck-up department deep in the government for a wand permit which cost money. Then he'd have to buy himself a new wand, then work to pay her back all while "bumming" it at home while his father yelled about getting a "real job", one that didn't involve "devil magic" in the "devil society" that was the wizarding world. And he was sure he wouldn't be able to show up for work with a bruised eye or swollen jaw, even if by some miracle his employer could look past his new criminal record.

He held in a wince as the car turned again and the top luggage fell onto his head. He was back to old habits trying to pretend he didn't exist.

"Hey," Tobias said, glancing at him in the rearview mirror. "Fix that."

Without a word, Severus shoved the luggage back onto the pile behind the driver's seat and sat back. They were on the outskirts of society now. The scenery had turned to country, and the smog of the city had cleared, though the skies were still dark.

His father stopped for a few moments and refolded the map on his lap. His mother carried on watching the world outside, unresponsive to either of them or the happenings inside the car.

"What's that say," Tobias handed Severus the map and lit a cigarette while he waited, not bothering to open the window.

Severus brought the map up to his eyes and squinted. His eyesight was poor and worsened by the approaching dark. "S-starts with 'c'..."

"S'got a double 't' or 'h'?"

"'H'." Severus handed it back and Tobias started driving again.  He took several turns and headed onto a rougher road.

Within minutes the tame country became wild and morphed into a long stretch of woods. For the first few minutes, he hadn't even noticed despite being completely focused on the environment that passed them, like his mother still was. The first few trees seemed to go on, and just when he thought they'd clear them and continue driving past open fields, the trees persisted until he realized they were deep inside a forest now.

A few more minutes passed and they finally did exit the forest into a wide field of dead chopped trees cleared to the side on either edge of the steep hill the car was climbing. Severus sat up finally, hearing his spine crack and snap into place after being hunched over for the better part of the day. He liked the colorful mushrooms and bright green moss growing on the black logs of the discarded trees.

"Here," Tobias grumbled, rolling down the window. He flicked his cigarette butt and rolled it back up.

Severus sat forward and looked out the windshield up at the house they were approaching. It was large and clearly abandoned, probably for a good decade. The shingles were covered in dead leaves, the paint was chipping, the windows were gray and smeared with dirt likely blown during wind storms. The porch was missing a step and the columns holding up the covering were slanted. It was more yellow at the top and browner at the bottom - rot on the foundation most likely.

He slumped back in his seat. At least, if it turned out horrible, if it came down the second they stepped inside, or the walls melted from mold before their eyes, their old home was still waiting for them, the cursed thing. Almost all houses back home on Spinners End were abandoned. No one to sell to, no one to buy decrepit eyesores in the shadow of rundown factories. But at least he still had the option if it all went wrong.

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Severus stuffed his suitcase into the closet, kicked it in, and shut the door. Unpacking could wait. He turned around and looked at his room as a whole. It was small, located up the stairs in a corner. It had a slanted roof which was odd, considering there was a third floor above him. It would do though, it was on the opposite side of the house as his parent's room, so it would certainly do quite nicely.

He moved to the window and looked out to watch the mist settle below. His father was gone to town to purchase things they'd need: a lighter apparently for the fireplaces since this house was built before furnaces and never renovated. He felt like a poor house servant to a rich Lord, but it was better than feeling like a roach in his old home. They needed coal too, or maybe wood, whatever old metal kitchen stoves and ovens used.

Severus walked out of his room to look down the hall again. It was a larger house than he was used to - it practically felt like a palace - and was sure it would take a few days to memorize how to find the correct corridor places.  It wasn't Like Hogwarts, which typically took several years to memorize the right paths.

He walked down the opposite way he came and observed the way the dust clung to the walls giving the blue wallpaper a very muted look. The original owners liked their colors, practically every room had a different color to it. Corridors were blue, bedrooms green, dining room orange, library red, kitchen white, bathrooms pink... At least none of the colors were very offensive to the eyes, even without the dust they were all very muted and earthy.

He had explored the bottom floor, the second floor had all the bedrooms, and the third-floor stairs must be around somewhere, hidden. As he walked a new corridor he noticed there were spaces on the wall which had, at one time or another, held frames or mirrors but they were long gone. He turned the corner to a long hallway with very tall windows on one side. He could see the mist again and possibly behind it was more to the forest surrounding the house. He mentally noted which turn brought him to the back wall of the house. He walked on and at the center were the stairs to the third floor tucked into a gap in the wall opposite the windows.

The handrails were covered in dust and between the wood pillars were cobwebs that swayed as he crept up. There was an open floor filled with ghostly sheet-covered furniture. A chandelier holding half-used candles lay on the floor with a long chain still connected to the ceiling. Its crystals refracted light from the large windows on either side of the room.

He sat on a couch - not bothering with the cloth - and sighed. Eventually, they'd put him up to getting all this old stuff down so that his father could sell it, although, they'd already been inside once before and said they couldn't find the stairs to this floor - or large room.

He got up and walked back down the stairs peering into the small crevice between the handrail and wall. When he reached the bottom step he noticed the indent on the edge of the left-hand wall and pulled on it. A little ring popped out and when he pulled on that, the wall rolled out. No, it was a door. He pulled it further and closed it behind him. He stepped back against the windows. The wallpaper blended seamlessly and would have been hard for him to tell that it was a door at all. He pressed the blue-colored ring back against the wall and walked back to his room.

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Severus heard a car door slam and sat up in bed. His father was finally back with the supplies to hopefully get dinner started. His nap must have been a few hours because the sun had already dipped below the tree lines.

"Severus," his father called out to him, his echoes from one side of the house bounced off every wall to reach Severus' ears. "Now."

He swung his legs over the bed and left his room, stumbling down the dark hallway towards the front of the house. He stopped at the foot of the stairs looking down. His father was smoking again and had dropped several grocery bags on the floor. He blew the smoke out of his mouth and looked up at Severus, then motioned for the bags and pointed in the general direction of the kitchen.

Severus obeyed and carried them in, placing them on the counter - which had been dusted - and started taking out the contents. The only modern appliance in the house was the fridge, tall silver and brand new; it must have been the real major cost of the house.

His father had bought a large head of cabbage and a pack of sausages. There were matches but no coal which means they might be having cold soup for dinner again. He put everything away and came back to stand at the door.

He stepped aside as Tobias entered the house again. Severus thought about stepping out and walking around for a bit, not wanting to be in the same house as his parents, but felt the distance between his room and theirs was enough for today.

He turned to the stairs and saw his mother holding the banister looking down at him.

"Tomorrow there'll be a list of chores for you in the kitchen," she said. Her stiff voice echoed throughout the house and she kept her eyes on him waiting for a response.

He gave none and she left, unbothered. It was the way of their relationship. She'd ignore everything he said, and he'd do the same. He walked up the stairs, hearing how they creaked and groaned under his weight, echoing off walls and resonating down the hall. He headed to his room and closed the door. It was only around nine, fully dark, but he was done with the day. Dinner wasn't worth facing them and staying awake any longer wasn't worth the boredom and loneliness.

He took his pillow out of his trunk and fell onto the bed, almost disappointed it didn't break and send any amount of adrenaline or chemical of any kind to his brain. He moved his pillow, slid his arm under it, and closed his eyes.

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Sunday Stumped Day 35

It’s another Sunday Stumped Day!

Sometimes we straight out get stumped. So every few months we will pick a Sunday when we’ll post of a list of asks that we need your help on. 

In this round, we are focusing on asks for specific stories.   If your ask for a more general “type of” story is not included, it does not mean we are ignoring it, it just means we need more time to research and answer these asks. 

If  you know the answer to any of these asks please shoot us a message/  ask/  with the Post number and the fic details and we’ll add it and give you a shout out with our thanks.  Any links you can provide will also be super helpful.

Thanks!

Post 1 , Post 2 , Post 3, Post 4, Post 5, Post 6, Post 7, Post 8, Post 9, Post 10, Post 11, Post 12, Post 13, Post 14, Post 15, Post 16, Post 17, Post 18, Post 19, Post 20, Post 21, Post 22 , Post 23, Post 24, Post 25, Post 26,  Post 27, Post 28, Post 29 , Post 30, Post 31, Post 32, Post 33 and Post 34 can be found here - and there are still fics we need your help with.

576.  Anonymous said to everlarkficquestions:  Hi, I am searching everlarkfic that I read couple years ago in ff.net. Post mockingjay, Katniss and Peeta are getting married then when they’ll rebuild Peeta's family bakery, peeta got collapse and they find out that he was dying. In the end peeta died. Annie and Katniss's mother had to move Katniss to district 4 to taking care of her. In district 4, Katniss met with gale and they were slowly building relationships from there?

577. its-hopeless-romantic said to everlarkficquestions: Hey,I am looking for fic in which Peeta is Katniss's college professor (he is 10 years older than her) and they fall in love. He is teaching history of art and I remember he invited her to the opening of his galery. I remembre that he goes to Italy to teach for a few months and before that he introduces her to his family. I think it has 2 long chapters in second one there is his proposal. (It's called Lessons in Love or something like, but I can't find it)thanks 💕💕💕

578. alwayseverlark said to everlarkficquestions:Hi! Looking for a in Panem fic (I think no games) , where Peeta is working in the mines and an accident happens and Katniss is looking for him thinking he’s dead , but Gale thinks she wa s looking for him instead and when he realizes , he’s mad at Katniss.I am not sure if this is one fic... or if I’m mixing two different fics...Thansk!

579. stonyspideypool said to everlarkficquestions:I'm looking for a fanfic were I think katniss wants peeta to take control/be more dominant so she calls johanna and johanna tells her that peeta would never force himself on her and he has dealt with so much blue balls over the years that he's used to it or something (lmao) sorry that's all I remember 😅😅Love the page btw💙❤ literally its the only reason I'm on tumblr, thank you💕

580. amesielee said to everlarkficquestions:Hi I'm looking for a fanfic. It's either a one shot 2 shot or 3 shot and it's about Peeta and Katniss having sex. It's their first time and once it's over Peeta grabs a wash cloth for Katniss to help her out. She then gets mad and assumes he has done it before with Delly. I think Peeta didn't know it was her first time. And Peeta says maybe we are just good together. He then asks if she loves him. It's on Tumblr. I hope you can help xx

581. booksandeverlark said to everlarkficquestions:Hi there! Another story I remember reading but can’t think of the title. I know Leeta is older then Katniss. Peeta knew Katniss’ Parents and is their age. Katniss likes Peeta and Peeta keeps telling her he’s too old for her but she doesn’t care. They start to date and Katniss dad finds out before they can tell and eggs mad. I think Peeta also gets hurt protecting Katniss and how she reacts makes her dad see they are serious. Thanks so much for the help

582. everlark-always said to everlarkficquestions:Trying to find a fic...modern au where katniss is with her friends (Annie Johanna Finnick Gale madge....) at a party and they find her the next morning in bed with Peeta?

(582) This could be I Dare You (To Stay) by Thewritershae - thank you @allie-rose

583. justanotherrandomaccount9999 said to everlarkficquestions:Hi! Do you know of a fic where it the story is about each time peeta ruins a cake? I read it before but forgot the title. The last time was when he made Katniss a cake for her birthday but dropped it when she said she was pregnant. Thanks for everything you've done for this fandom btw :)

584. pleasantturtletheorist-blog said to everlarkficquestions:Hi! So this might be a tricky one (bc I don’t remember much of the plot lol) but basically in this fic Peeta was like “don’t deny me post-sex cuddles” or something along those lines hahah. And I remember the scene being really cute but I can’t remember much else about it. I know this is very vague but if you could help I’d really appreciate it!! 🥺🥺

(584) This is possibly Blowout by Annieoakley1. - Thanks to @sunsetsrmydreams

585. yeeyeejones73 said to everlarkficquestions:Hello:) I was wondering if y’all know the name of a fic where it’s canon post mockingjay and everlark is growing back together slowly. I remember peeta gets a boner while Katniss and him are sleeping. I also think Peeta accidentally sees Katniss in only her towel after a shower and it’s super cute and awkward. I hope y’all can help and also thanks for all y’all do!

586. superpineappleenthusiast said to everlarkficquestions:Hey, I'm looking for a fic where the tributes of 74th games escape the arena. Thanks!

587. anonymous-loner95 said to everlarkficquestions:What the fic where Peeta thinks he's about to sleep with some random girl, which I think is actually is Jo, but is tricked into a room with Katniss?

588. thatgirl56834 said to everlarkficquestions:Hi! First of all, I love this blog! You guys rock! I’ve been looking for a one shot I used to read all the time. It was where Katniss and Peeta were friends in middle school and kissed after their dance but then Katniss moved away. Years later they ended up being neighbors and getting together. Peeta lied about who he was at first but then Katniss figured it out. If you know what this fic is, I’d love to read it again! 💗

588 FOUND!  Wishes Old and New by Peetasbunmyoven. Thank you, @sunsetsrmydreams and @allie-rose

589. neonsnail said to everlarkficquestions:Hey I'm looking for a fic where peeta meets katniss and she has some kind of vision that if she gets pregnant prim dies and tries to stay away from peeta but she fails and then she sleeps with peeta to try to get pregnant and fails then disappears and they meet again a few years later and become a couple

589 FOUND! The story ha been identified as The Fool by Myusernamehere but unfortunately it has been deleted by the author.  Thank you @katnissdoesnotfollowback​

590. everlark-always said to everlarkficquestions: what’s the fic where Peeta cheats (post mockingjay) on Katniss and because of this she ends up with someone else?

591. everlark-always said to everlarkficquestions: Peeta and Katniss are in highschool and Peeta goes to prom with Madge and Katniss goes with Gale. She wears a burgundy dress and at the pre prom thing she meets an old friend from home named Josh.

592. tributeintraining said to everlarkficquestions:I'm looking for a specific fanfic I read years ago. It's a modern AU where Katniss and Gale are in a band together. Katniss is the guitarist and doesn't sing. Gale is married to Madge but was having an affair with Katniss. The public finds out and she leaves the band. She goes solo and starts a PR relationship with Peeta. Her first solo performance is singing "Shake it out". That's all I remember. Thank!

593. supreme-doritos said to everlarkficquestions:Hi! im looking for a fic where the rebellion happens early and the capitol gets overthrown before the 74th hunger games by a tribute (then victor) from district 7. At one point katniss and peeta (who lost his leg in the bombing) look after haymitch but he ends up killing himself so they don't starve during a really harsh winter. Before he dies he asks katniss to give chaff a naked lady mug/glass (i cant remember the name lol sorry) Thank you! I really appreciate you guys <3

593 FOUND!  The Avalanche And Little Pebbles by Dyce - thanks to @eggplant8

594. entwodreiquatrocinq-blog said to everlarkficquestions: So i'm looking for this fanfic I read once on FF.net. Peeta and Katniss are intimate in the catching fire arena, and later in district 13, she finds out that she pregnant. Peeta is either in a coma or captured and one of his brothers survived. I believe there is a fight between Katniss and the brother, and he says something like "just because you f'ed my brother in front of the entire country doesn't mean....."  That's all I remember, I hope it's specific enough. :)

(594) Possibly The Sharp Edge of Memory by Titania522 - thanks @eggplant8

595. lettrsto said to everlarkficquestions:hi guys!! i can't remember for shit the name of this one shot, i guess it was written for promptsinpanem, where katniss dates gale, but haymitch hates his guts so k&g make a deal w peeta so katniss fake dates peeta while she's actually dating gale behind haymitch's back. can you guys give some help, pretty please? does it ring any light? thank you!!!!

(595)  FOUND by the asker!  Yours And Mine by Andthisisthewonder

596. jonerys-everlark said to everlarkficquestions:I remember a fanfic where Katniss and Peeta were in the 74th games when Katniss learns that Peeta is with the Careers, she remembers him telling her something (I think) but I know that she then waits until they are gone, and says to the audience something to the effect of , “I have something to say... he has not betrayed me, he is protecting me, as to his confession in the interview, I’m still trying to decide how I feel about it” or something like that, basically, she knows he is on her side an

Do any of these fics ring a bell? Please let us know!

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"Roads That Cross... on a Day Off"

You can read the previous chapters here: (1), (2), (3), (4), (5), (6), (7), (8), (9), (10), (11), (12), (13), (14), (15), (16), (17), (18), (19), (20), (21)

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Inspired by 'Call it what you want', which is honestly THE simbar song. The author regrets nothing.

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Simón’s left arm was asleep.

He noticed it the moment he woke up, but he refused to move. The prettiest head of blonde locks was using it as a pillow, and who was he to disturb her?

It was a rare occurrence that he woke up before Ámbar. She was a natural early riser while he liked to sleep as much as possible. He usually woke up from her movements as she started her day, or— and this was his favorite— with some caress or kisses from her part. He could start becoming a morning person if that was what awaited him.

So, uncommon as it was, he wanted to cherish this, just this, having her close in complete calmness. Ámbar’s back was to his chest, their legs close together, and his free arm was around her middle, holding her against him. He wanted to run his hand over her skin, or maybe take hers in his, but he didn’t want to risk anything putting an end to this moment.

He fleetingly wondered how long his arm could go without blood flow before it did some damage.

Oh well, who cared.

He couldn’t see her face spooning her like this, but he noticed when she started waking because the even rhythm of her breathing he had been following changed. She began to move, stretching slightly in a way that pressed her back more into him. Simón did hold her hand then and kissed her shoulder. She hummed softly and turned her head to look at him.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he said with a smile.

“Good morning,” she murmured, her voice groggy from sleep. She rolled to rest her head on his chest, which his left arm appreciated. He laid on his back. “What time is it?” She asked after a moment of just relishing the closeness.

Simón extended his right arm over to the nightstand to check his phone. “Almost eleven.”

“Eleven?!” Ámbar jumped, as if he’d said four in the afternoon. “Wow, I hadn’t slept in this much in a long time…” She said, recovering from the surprise. She brought her gaze to his with a coquettish look. “You really wore me out.”

Simón smiled smugly and gave a small shrug. “Well, what can I say? I like to be very thorough,” he said playfully. “Or… maybe all of this was part of my evil plan to get you to let me sleep until a decent hour.”

She raised her brows. “Decent hour? By the time we go downstairs, we might as well have lunch.”

He gave her a look. “You’re totally exaggerating, it’s not that late.” He turned on his side and ran his knuckles softly over her right arm. “And anyway, I wasn’t planning on going to the dining room.” He smiled at her. “How does breakfast in bed sound?”

Her eyes sparkled. “Really?”

“Of course. It’s the least my queen deserves.”

She tilted her head to the side with the cutest melted smile.

“Aww.” She cupped his cheek and leaned in to kiss him. “I love you.”

He gave her another peck. “I love you more.”

She drew back with a gasp in fake outrage. “You do not want to start that discussion, mister.”

“Oh really?” He said, playing along.

“Yep, because you’re going to lose,” she said confidently. “So better give up now while you still can.”

He smirked. “Or what?”

Ámbar’s eyes narrowed with challenge just as he wanted. With the hint of a smile on her lips, she rose and sat astride him, keeping his gaze from above.

“Or I’ll have to show you just how wrong you are.”

Simón kept his mask of a straight face. “That remains to be seen.”

One beat later, he went and flipped her over, making her explode into giggles that he captured with kisses in between his own smiles.

Maybe breakfast could wait.

*****************

The instant that “Esta Noche No Paro” stopped playing, claps and cheers replaced the music. Gastón was fascinated with the final product. It was magical to see everything put together when he’d been right there, in front of the camera, not knowing the shots that would come out of it. He was happy to see that both his dance moves and the choreography’s synch had come out great, but even more than that, he was happy to see the twinkle on Matteo’s eyes and the huge grin that split his face in two. They’d watched the video at the Roller with Delfi, Jazmín, Pedro and Ramiro, and Gastón could honestly say that Matteo and Delfi deserved all the praises that came their way— The video was amazing.

Everyone was very excited, so much so that Pedro gave them all smoothies on the house. Gastón had missed hanging out with his friends like this, a lot. Just their cheery conversations were sweeter than any drink. It was good to be back, no matter how short the visit.

The group dispersed after a while, everyone continuing their daily routines. Gastón and Matteo stayed on a table, Matteo still stuck on the video.

“It’s just… I really think if there is one person that should be receiving praises right now, it’s Luna,” he said, half awed by her, half lamenting she wasn’t there. “I mean, she came up with the video, shemade it happen… I really don’t know how to thank her for all of this.”

Gastón looked at his friend and pretended to think for a second. “Mmm, I don’t know, maybe you could give her a bouquet of flowers,” he proposed, which Matteo seemed to like. “… And, while you’re at it, get back together with her.”

Matteo immediately became self-conscious. Gastón pushed forward. “Come on, dude, I’ve been here for a total of two days and it’s already obvious to me that you two still care about each other. Can you explain to me why you’re not together yet?”

Matteo averted his gaze, looking disheartened. “… A lot of things happened. Every time we get closer, we end up hurting each other and… Luna doesn’t feel the same way anymore.”

Gastón looked at him in disbelief. “Are you kidding me? Matteo, she organized a whole music video for you. To cheer you up, to make youhappy. What else do you want? For her to write it in the sky?”

Tentatively, Matteo brought his gaze to his. “You really think so?”

“Everyone thinks so,” he declared. “You just need to gather the courage and go for it.”

Hope and worry mixed in Matteo’s expression. He looked down, seeming deep in thought. Gastón wished he didn’t drown in those thoughts of his so much and listened to his heart.

Just then, Nina entered the Roller with Jim and Yam and his eyes followed her as she walked over to a table, settling with her laptop as they talked about one thing or another.

Gastón filled his lungs with a big, deep breath. Time to start following his own advice.

***********************

By the time they finally deigned to leave the bed it was like two in the afternoon, and only because Ámbar thought it’d be a bad idea to introduce herself to Simón’s mom while in bed with him. She wanted to make a good impression— The woman didn’t need to know how she was defiling her son.

They sat on one of the couches in the living room for a more neutral setting. Ámbar chose a white top with a white linen sweater over it for the occasion. It made her look harmless enough. She also liked how its black and cream pearl embellishments combined with her dark jeans, and the weather had been a bit cooler lately. Simón had also opted for wearing his jean shirt over his purple t-shirt instead of tying it around his hips for that same reason.

They settled in front of her laptop’s screen for the video chat. It had been Ámbar’s idea to have it through there so it was more comfortable, that way neither side had to be holding up a phone.

Just as Simón had told her, the call hadn’t been a serious affair at all. She’d been a little nervous at the beginning, but Simón’s mom’s wide smile and warm personality put her at ease quickly. The woman didn’t seem to hate her at all, and she seemed too genuine to be pretending to like her. She reminded her so much of Simón. She knew that he mostly looked like his dad from the photos she’d seen on his Instagram, but he had his mother’s eyes, and the more Ámbar talked to the woman, the more pieces of him she found in her. It warmed her heart.

It wasn’t a very long chat, but Simón’s mom found the time to tell her a fun story of when Simón was a kid, much to his embarrassment and her insurmountable enjoyment. She promised to show her the family photo albums when she visited Cancún. Ámbar loved the idea.

“You’ll have to show me your photos too then,” Simón told her, his eyes shining with excitement and curiosity.

Ámbar did her best to keep her smile in place. She didn’t have any photos from when she was a kid that she knew of. Sharon wasn’t one for sentimentalities like that. If she had any, they were probably taken by Amanda on specific dates like her first day at kindergarten and at the Blake. Maybe some from old birthdays. Ámbar had no idea where those could be though… if Sharon had kept them at all.

The only old photos she knew she had were from photoshoots. She’d first asked for one when she turned twelve, and had some more done after that. When all cellphones started having decent cameras, it became easier to have photos.

Ámbar chose not to say any of it, and tried not to let it darken her mood, but the bitter reminder stuck on the back of her mind. The contrast between Simón’s mom’s sweetness and the cold, scolding texts she’d been receiving from Sharon was too great. Ámbar was ignoring them. Her godmother had no right to reprimand her for anything when she was keeping her secret at the expense of jeopardizing her happiness.

The video call ended with Simón’s mom teasingly warning him to behave and giving Ámbar permission to put him in his place if he didn’t. The irony of Ámbar promising to keep him on the right track was not lost on her, but it was just playfulness in the end. She only hoped that the future plans they’d talked about did come to pass.

After that, Simón insisted on inviting her out for lunch. “When was the last time we had time for an actual date? We need to seize this opportunity!” He took her to a restaurant he’d visited before with Pedro and Nico. It was nothing fancy, completely unlike the restaurants Sharon took her to the times they ate outside, but it was nice, and the food was delicious. The company was the best part, of course. Ámbar felt like she could’ve eaten anything and anywhere as long as she was with Simón. She nursed her drink slowly just so they could stay there longer, smiling and conversing. She suspected he did the same.

They had a brief fight over who would pay the bill. Ámbar argued that there was no need for him to spend money on her when she had more than she needed, but Simón insisted that he had invited her so it should be his treat. She proposed splitting it, but Simón wanted to pay for both. Sensing that it was important to him, she relented.

She grabbed his hand as they left and they walked down the street with their fingers interlocked. Ámbar would’ve been happy to just walk around with him for the rest of the afternoon until the sun went down, but he proposed they went back to the mansion.

When they got there though, she didn’t get to cross the front door before Simón stopped her.

“Wait for me right here, don’t move.”

Ámbar frowned but did as told while he disappeared inside, curious as to what idea he’d come up with.

He reappeared about five minutes later, with both hands behind his back, sign that he was hiding something.

“Okay, so, um, I want to make you a surprise,” he started.

She smiled with interest. “Okay…”

“But, in order to do that, I’m going to need you to be out of the mansion for a while.”

Ámbar raised a brow. Now this was unexpected, but she was too curious to say no. “Like for how long?”

“I don’t know, an hour?”

“And… what am I supposed to do in the meantime?”

Simón finally brought his hands forward, revealing one pair of her skates and her helmet. “You can rollerskate,” he said cheerily. “I’ve noticed that with so much work you haven’t found much time to do so lately. And, I mean, it’s a shame really, to deny the world the chance of seeing the queen of the rink in action.”

Her heart melted with the flattery, and especially for how thoughtful a gesture it was. “You’re so cute. But the idea of this day was to spend it together,” she argued, moving closer to place her hands on his shoulders. “I would rather skate with you. I miss it.”

He showed a sympathetic smile. “Me too. We can do that if we find some time at work one of these days. But now,” he handed her her things, “you can have some alone time and clear your head.”

Ámbar received them with an acquiescent smile. “Okay.”

“I’ll text you when you can come back.”

“Okay. Just try not to destroy my house with whatever you have planned.”

Simón chuckled. “I won’t. I may have to borrow a couple of things though, you don’t mind?”

She shrugged. “You live here, grab whatever you like.”

They shared a short parting kiss.

“Have fun,” he said with a smile.

Ámbar gave him one last peck just because she could and left.

**********************

“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.”

Nina smoothed her hands down her skirt. They were sweating so hard, and she knew it had nothing to do with the mellow autumn sun shining over them in the quiet square.

It was all about the boy in front of her, who’d always had the ability to make her heart pound. And to whom, she realized, she still hadn’t said anything.

“Yeah, well, we’re still friends, right?” She somehow managed to articulate nervously, trying to show a smile. “I mean, if you need something, advice or anything like that, I can help. Although, I don’t know if I’d really be much help. Maybe you should talk about it with Matteo?”

Gastón looked at her in silence, in the eyes, in a way that did nothing to calm her heart.

“Matteo can’t help me with this,” he said, just the slightest hint of sadness in his voice showing he wished it were not so. “No one, really... It is about you and me.”

Yes, that was exactly what she’d feared. “…You wanna talk about us?”

Gastón nodded solemnly.

“Could we take a seat?” He invited her gently, signaling to the bench right next to them.

They both sat, keeping some small distance between them, but they were still very close. When had been the last time they’d been this close? Alone? Nina was having a hard time keeping his gaze. She was gripping the strap of her bag so hard her fingers would probably hurt later.

“Look, Nina,” Gastón started, his tense shoulders the only thing that betrayed he was nervous too, “I’ve been thinking a lot these past few weeks… and you have no idea how much I miss you.”

Her heart clenched painfully.

God, how many times had she dreamed with him saying those words? So many scenarios, so many things she’d wished to say. And now she was frozen.

“Every second I’m not studying I think of you,” Gastón continued, his emotion-filled voice hitting her with each word. “Hell, even when I’m studying I think of you— That I haven’t failed a class is a miracle.” He looked down, ashamed. “And I know that saying this now is unfair when it was me who wanted to end it but… I need to correct my mistake.” Gastón looked up. Honest, determined eyes bore into hers. “I want us to be together again, Nina. I want you to be my girlfriend.”

Nina felt herself tremble.

“I… I don’t understand,” she uttered, her brain registering the words but unable to process them. Or perhaps she was too scared to. “What happened with all you said? What happened with not making each other suffer and letting destiny bring us back together someday if it was meant to be?” She’d held on to that. To the belief that their names were being kept by the sea and maybe they’d find each other in the future. She’d accepted that, and now he…

“That was before my best friend fell off a fence,” Gastón said, somber, and his expression just quieted her once more. “He could’ve died, Nina. One bad hit in the head is all it takes. And I would’ve been a hemisphere away.” His hands clenched. His face reflected how much the idea tormented him. “I started thinking of possibilities. Matteo could’ve died or ended up in vegetative state or in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. Accidents happen every day— And what if it had been you?” He said, his eyes dancing between hers in fear. “What if something had happened to you and I wouldn’t have been able to be there?” His jaw set. His head shook slightly. “I can’t trust a hypothetical future when I could die tomorrow.”

Nina’s throat tightened. “Don’t say things so horrible, please.”

“It’s true,” he dismissed her pleading, not harshly but with the calmness of someone who has complete certainty of what he’s saying. “That’s why I had to come. For Matteo, and for you. To ask you to give me another chance.”

He seemed to want to hold her hands but didn’t dare to do so. They fell back on the bench, right on the edge of the flounce of her skirt. Nina had no chance to be either disappointed or relieved by that because his eyes held her captive.

“I’m so sorry,” Gastón said, like from the bottom of his heart. “I gave up on us too soon. I was a coward; I see that now. I thought I was doing what was best for us, so we wouldn’t have to suffer from being so far apart. But maybe I was just thinking of myself and what I thought would hurt me less. Maybe I was just too afraid of you finding some other guy… And now, because of that, my greatest fear came true,” he said dejectedly, averting his gaze. “I’ve been told that you have a thing with Eric…”

“No!”

The word was pulled from her lips before she made a conscious decision. She was not surprised to see the surprise in Gastón’s eyes because she was caught off guard too. She began to backtrack rapidly.

“I mean… He’s a very sweet guy,” she said, because not saying it would be unfair. Just the fact that she’d denied him so adamantly made her feel mean. “We see each other every day and we talk. We’re kinda similar, we get along very well. And…” She doubted. She felt awkward telling him all this, but after everything Gastón had said to her, she had to be honest, she couldn’t act like there was nothing there. “…He likes me…”

She decided not to mention the kiss. It’d been a mistake and Eric had apologized. But by Gastón’s face, she might as well have.

He looked down, putting on a solemn mask. “…I understand.”

“No, you can’t understand,” Nina said immediately, and this time she meant the strength with which she spoke. She didn’t know where it came from but suddenly it was burning, and when he met her gaze this time, she looked at him straight on. “You can’t possibly understand because I don’t. Everyone’s telling me that I should give Eric a chance and, honestly, there are many reasons why I should, starting with the fact that he’s here and wants to be with me, but I can’t even think about being with Eric because I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Now it was him that was rendered speechless. His eyes searched hers, a new light in them, and she’d already taken the jump, so she let the words fall whenever they led her.

“You may have gone very far away physically, but you stayed in my heart,” she confessed. The most real, hardest truth she’d ever had to admit. “And with it stayed the sadness, and this horrible feeling that I’m missing something…”

Gastón didn’t doubt this time— He took her hands in his.

“I feel the same,” he said with both relief and desperation. “I’ve been feeling the same way all these weeks, Nina. I miss you like I didn’t even think I could miss someone. I’ve been so angry at myself for letting you go when it was the last thing I wanted.” His right thumb ran over her knuckles and he followed the caress with his eyes. Nina felt it like a spark. “I know I have no right to ask you anything… But I just can’t go back without at least trying to get you back.”

“…But then… we’d be together but apart again?” She said, discouraged by that bleak future. They’d already been through that— Did he really want to go back to it?

“You were the one who said that I was never really gone,” he noted. “As long as we still have each other here…” He brought their joined hands to his chest. “…Isn’t that all that matters?”

She didn’t know if she could feel his heart against her fingers or if it seemed so because she could see it through his eyes. She was too overwhelmed. “Gastón—”

“Say yes, Nina.” He squeezed her hands. “Please.”

She wanted to say yes. She wanted to jump into his arms and hug him tightly. She wanted to believe that love conquered all and they would be okay.

But she had thought that once. She’d believed it with all her heart, all through that summer, only for him to put an end to the story she’d been trying to write.

She couldn’t just forget about all the nights she’d spent crying over him since then. Names in the sea or not, it had been the death of something and she’d mourned it. Her heart was just starting to heal a little and he wanted her to rip all the carefully placed stitches and re-open the wound once more?

What if it just bled out again? What if their love wasn’t enough?

“… I need to think about it.”

Gastón looked disheartened but nodded and let go of her hands, lowering them slowly. “Yeah, of course. I understand.” He tucked his hands inside the pockets of his jacket, like stopping himself from reaching for her once more. “I leave in three days. If you could tell me by then…”

Nina nodded, utterly unsure of how she was even gonna make heads of what she felt to come to an answer, but knowing that it was the least Gastón deserved, and she as well.

She either chose to give themselves another chance… or she closed this chapter forever.

She knew it wouldn’t be easy no matter which she chose.

****************

Luna couldn’t understand what was happening.

She’d gone out for ice cream with Michel just like they’d promised. One second they were goofing around, laughing like always, and then the next, Michel was kissing her.

She froze, her brain scrambling to comprehend the situation. She hadn’t expected a kiss. She hadn’t given any sign for a kiss. He hadn’t just stumbled and fallen into her mouth, right? Nono, he was holding her face, and the way he was pressing against her lips was way too deliberate. Which meant it wasn’t a joke either, and even if it had been, it’d be a terrible one.

Finally, the repulsion she felt broke through the paralysis of confusion and she pulled away from Michel.

“What are you doing?” She asked, shaken up.

Michel was grinning. “I don’t know, I kissed you,” he said with a dreamy expression like something magical had just happened.

Meanwhile, it must have been one of the few times in her life Luna couldn’t see any good in a situation.

“Yeah, I realize that,” she replied, and she really couldn’t help the bite in her voice. “But, why? I mean, I didn’t— I never told you to kiss me!”

Michel’s shoulders deflated and his smile began to fade. “What are you saying? You didn’t like it?”

“Michel, how could I like it?” She honestly couldn’t believe he was even asking right now. Was he that detached from reality? In what world did he think this was okay? “We talked about this, didn’t we? Yesterday.”

“Yes, but,” he showed a tentative smile, “you said we are like birds of a feather and that you like hanging out with me…”

“Yeah, as friends,” she declared, keeping his gaze so he knew she was serious. A grimace wrinkled her face from all this situation. “God, Michel, you misunderstood everything, I thought we’d made things clear.”

Michel’s face finally lost all its light and became covered with remorse. “Luna, I’m sorry. Can we talk about this?”

“Why, I don’t know— Are we gonna talk and then you’ll try to kiss me tomorrow?!”

At seeing him wince in pain and regret, Luna’s outrage decreased somewhat; she didn’t want to be mean.

She closed her eyes, sighing heavily. “Look, Michel, I’m sorry, but this made me very uncomfortable and I need to go.”

She passed by his side and walked away, not looking back once, even when she heard him calling her name.

She wasn’t just shocked, she was hurting. She trusted Michel, she thought they were friends, she thought this outing had been as friends— Had he been just waiting for an opportunity to do this? Couldn’t he have at least leaned in slowly so she could move away instead of grabbing her face like that?

She rubbed her lips with the back of her hand as if that would somehow erase it. She knew it was just a kiss and she was probably exaggerating but… If she said she didn’t want something and then he just did it anyway, that was… that was just wrong.

She speed-walked to her house, wanting nothing more than to forget this happened.

A few meters away, a fresh bouquet of flowers laid discarded on the ground.

**********************

Ámbar felt the fresh air against her face. She closed her eyes for a moment, just taking in the feeling of her racing heart and the energy flowing through her muscles. She really had missed this.

She was standing by the lime green railing of the center of the park, her back and elbows resting on the metal as she took a break to refill her energy. She’d done pirouettes and jumps around this fenced circumference for a little over an hour, earning some appreciative stares from people passing by, which she enjoyed greatly. She loved feeling admired, especially because she loved what she did and knew how hard it’d been to reach this level. She remembered how her love for rollerskating had been born and wondered if any of the people who’d seen her today had left wanting to learn how to do the same. She hoped they tried it— It was a beautiful sport.

Eventually, she’d dropped the techniques and just skated around the park, looking at the scenery, at the sky, just letting her mind wander as the homely feeling of sliding on wheels lulled her accumulated stress away. When had been the last time she’d skated just for the sake of it, no choreographies or competitions in mind? It seemed like a lifetime ago.

A vibration on her jeans pocket made her open her eyes. Her heart jumped with excitement. She pulled out her phone and saw the contact she had been waiting for.

My love💙: All done, you can come back 👍

My love💙: Go directly to your room

Ámbar skated to a nearby bench to take off her helmet and change back into her boots. She wondered what Simón had planned. Maybe he’d cooked her something? She knew he and Pedro used to take care of cooking when they lived in the loft. Nico apparently couldn’t be trusted to make toasts without burning them. She wondered what kind of dishes Simón knew how to make. Maybe he could teach her some and she could make him pancakes. She was sure she could do it with some guidance from Mónica.

The idea made her smile as she made her way back to the mansion. She quickly wiped it off when she realized, showing a neutral face instead. Oh god, she’d just smiled to herself in the middle of the street. Was this what had become of her? Ámbar Smith, smiling in public like a love-struck fool. She blamed Simón.

She welcomed the heating system when she entered the mansion. She hadn’t realized how the early evening air had cooled her until she felt the contrast with indoors. Following Simón’s instruction, she rearranged her stuff in her hands and climbed up the staircase.

The minute she walked into her room, she stopped in her tracks.

“What the…”

Half her room had been invaded by bedsheets. From the foot of her bed to the back was some kind of tunnel made of different blankets, which didn’t reach higher than her waist. Some things from her shelves were on top of the ends of the blankets on each side; she gathered they worked as weights so the blankets didn’t fall off. The back of the tunnel opened into her closet. She could hardly see it— It was completely covered by bedsheets. It was like having a tent in her room.

At the front of the tunnel, she recognized the pink round ottoman she usually kept in her closet. It was standing on its side instead of the usual way, so it blocked the entrance to the archway of fabrics. Just then, she watched it slide to the right, leaned against her bedside. Behind it, crawling to fit under the blankets, appeared Simón, grinning from ear to ear.

“Surprise.”

Ámbar’s mouth was hanging open.

“I… What is all this?” She said with a stupefied smile.

“You said you’d never built blanket forts before, so I decided to make one for you,” he announced cheerily. “Come on in, check it out.” He crawled to the back. “Close in your way in!”

Still dumbfounded, Ámbar left her rollerskates and helmet on the floor next to her vanity. Usually, she’d put them back in their place first thing, but considering her closet was now a fort, that would have to wait.

She kicked off her boots and got on her knees to enter the tunnel. As she went inside, the construction became more evident: The blankets were hanging from her vanity’s chair, one of her sofa chairs and her desk on the left side, and from her bed, her second sofa chair and her pink bench on the right. She turned to put the ottoman back in its place and realized it basically worked as a sliding door. Wow, her boyfriend was so clever.

She crawled to the back, where Simón was waiting for her, sitting crossed-legged. The whole floor was covered in her dark grey carpet, and there were many pillows and blankets placed around. Bedsheet walls —there was no other way to describe it— flowed down at her right, left and in front of her closet’s shelves. Ámbar simply couldn’t believe her eyes.

“I asked Mónica to make us some snacks,” Simón said, still smiling, placing a small tray with food and drinks between them as she sat on his left. “I gathered you’d be hungry from skating. Oh! Wait, I forgot something.” He reached for an extension cord on his right and flicked the switch. Light shone all around them. “There you go.”

Ámbar looked around. Two garland lights had lit up, one on each side of them. She looked up, finding an arrangement of tiny golden lights illuminating the bedsheet ceiling. Were those Christmas lights? Where had he even gotten those?

The more she looked, the more details of his work she noticed. The bedsheet walls existed because he’d attached two parallel strings from the back of the closet to the front to hang them from. He’d taken care of hiding the cables of the lights so they wouldn’t disturb the space. There were at least three bedsheets, and she wasn’t even going to count the number of blankets he’d used in all of this.

She remembered his words that morning in the bathtub. “Don’t you feel like we’re in our own little world like this?”

It did feel like that. Like he had built a world just for her.

“Wow…”

“Do you like it?”

She could feel his eyes on her, but she couldn’t tear her own from the splendor around her.

“It’s… perfect,” she said with some difficulty. Her throat had gotten tight. No one had ever put this much effort into doing something for her.

“I mean…” Simón relativized, looking around with a little grimace. “I did have to tape a lot of things together because they kept falling off…”

“Do not mess with my fort; it’s perfect,” she countered him strongly, trying to hide the tremble in her voice.

Simón chuckled lightly. His eyes stared into hers, and he must have noticed the emotion in them because his expression softened. He didn’t comment on it, just handed her a snack from the tray with a gentle smile. “Let’s eat then.”

They shared the food in comfortable silence until conversation arose naturally. How had her skating gone, how he’d found Christmas lights. It didn’t go any deeper than that.

Once finished, Simón slid the tray outside of the bedsheet wall. “To make sure we don’t knock over anything. I’ll take it back later.”

Ámbar leaned on her hands to move closer to him and kissed him. She needed to do so for a while now. He tasted of the juice he’d just drunk. It stayed on her lips as she pulled away.

“So,” she said curiously, “what do we do now?”

“I’m not sure,” Simón replied, and began to pile some pillows behind them, against the closet’s doors. “Usually when I did this I was with a friend or a cousin.”

Ámbar settled against the pillows as he did the same. “And what did you do with them?”

“We talked about kid stuff, like videogames or cartoons we were watching…”

“Uh huh…”

“Or we imagined that this was our secret base and we were professional spies, and we had to crack some code to get into the bad guys’ files or infiltrate their base to beat them.”

She gave him an appreciative look. “You’re saying I’m dating an ex-CIA agent? That’s hot.”

“Who said I ever retired?” He replied with a flirty brow lift.

Both chuckled. They shared a soft peck and Ámbar snuggled closer to him, circling her arms around his middle and resting her head on his shoulder.

“What about you?” He asked, moving some strands of her hair back. She looked up at him. “What did you play with your friends?”

“We usually invented stories for the barbies.” She dug deep into her memories, bringing back those moments long past that she hadn’t thought of in years. “Like, there was Sofía, Nicole and Camila and they were best friends, and they did everything together, from shopping to saving the world…”

“That sounds very cool.”

“It was, until Camila found out that Nicole had hooked up with her boyfriend.”

His eyes widened. “Nooo.”

“Yes.”

“That bitch.”

“Right? How could she do that to her after she bought her tickets to Milan’s fashion week?”

“The audacity. I hope Camila put her in her place.”

“Hell yeah she did. We cut her hair and everything.”

Both laughed. The things one did as a kid.

“There was this other story,” she continued after a while, “in which the doll was in love with this guy that was about to fly to another country, so she had to run to the airport to catch him before he left to tell him she loved him, but the craziest things happened to her on the way there, making it suuuper difficult.”

“Did she ever catch him?”

Ámbar turned pensive.

“I wanna believe she did,” she responded. “That she told him she loved him, and he loved her too, and they lived happily ever after.” She looked up at Simón.

“Even with the distance?” He asked, caressing her arm softly.

“Well, no one says he could never come back,” she stated. “Or she could’ve gone to him. I’m sure they found a way.”

Simón smiled, looking into her eyes as he tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Yeah, I think so too.”

Their gazes stayed locked until the gravity pulled them in. Their mouths met for a long second, fitting perfectly against the other’s. The kiss turned into many— Soft, languid touches of their lips that felt better than even skating.

“Did you do this with your friends too?” She couldn’t help but quip.

Simón let out a laugh. “Definitely not.” And he went back to kissing her.

Ámbar felt light; lighter than she ever remembered being. Safe, calm, warm— Like wrapped in a blanket after having been cold. Simón was like that. Like the first sunny days after winter. Like a warm bath after a long day. Like sitting in front of the hearth after having been drenched in the rain. Little things that made everything better. He was made of them, and he took care of giving her each one.

He didn’t only help her find who she wanted to be, but he also allowed her to be the carefree little girl she never got to be. Simón gave her things she didn’t realize she needed until she lived them.

Ámbar pulled back slowly and looked into his eyes.

“My love?”

“Yes?”

She curled her fingers around his t-shirt, trying to find the words to express everything she felt.

“Really, thank you so much for this. It’s… the nicest thing someone has ever done for me and…” She swallowed. “I love you. So much. So much so that it kind of makes me wanna cry.” She chuckled weakly, a little strangled.

Simón’s eyes danced with hers, deep and soft and yet burning.

He smiled and held one of her hands. “Ámbar Smith… You are my heart. I swear if it beats it’s because of you. Why should you thank me for anything if thanks to you I’m alive?”

Ámbar’s throat got too tight to answer. Her heart was beating hard in her chest, like trying to go to him. All of her, from the tips of her fingers to the soles of her feet, yearned to cling to him.

She pulled his face to hers and joined their lips tightly.

Simón responded like he felt the same, with the same depth and intensity, but she doubted he could love her a third of how much she loved him.

They unclothed each other slowly, kissing reverently each extension of skin they uncovered. Under those sheets and golden lights, Ámbar felt like they were the only thing that existed. The universe started and ended with him— With each touch of his hands, each kiss from his lips.

The fur of the carpet was soft against her back as he slid inside of her. They gasped against each other’s mouths, a shared sound of rightness. Ámbar embraced him with her whole body and breathed in his scent as she followed the gentle rocking.

Simón left kisses on her cheek, her neck, her collarbone. Ámbar dug her fingers into the softness of his hair and she stared at their fort. The lights above looked like stars. Her eyes absorbed each wrinkle, each mix of color, each scotch tape attached to a fabric. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She would’ve changed all her wealth for having this. For having Simón. Always.

He was pushing deep between her legs, as if he too wanted to live inside her and never leave her side. He panted her name and she held him tighter, feeling how the sensations flooded her and stole her breath.

He touched her where they were joined, looked into her eyes, and then everything exploded, turning Ámbar into stardust.

She was barely corporeal as she felt Simón let go, dissolve in her with his breath against her neck.

A tear fell down her cheek.

Simón saw the wet trail when he straightened and, instantly, his face filled with worry. He opened his mouth and Ámbar could see the questions in his eyes. What happened? Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?

But he didn’t voice any of them. Because he looked into her eyes and he understood. Just like that, he understood. Ámbar loved him even more for it.

Simón gave her a soft smile, with just the slightest speck of sadness, and kissed the salt off her skin. That was what he always did— Accept the fragile and unsure her, not just the laughs and her best moments.

She used to think she had to be perfect to be loved. He showed her that wasn’t needed.

Simón grabbed a blanket to cover them both and brought her to his chest. Ámbar pressed her forehead to his warm skin and closed her eyes.

“I wish we never had to leave this fort,” she said softly. “We could just stay here forever. Freeze time, right on this moment.”

Then she wouldn’t have to worry anymore. She wouldn’t have to keep secrets. She wouldn’t get scared every time she felt happy. They’d never have the chance to break each other’s hearts.

She felt the vibrations on his chest as Simón hummed.

“That would be nice…” He agreed, weakly gracing her shoulder with movements of his thumb. “But I’m more excited about all the new things I can still share with you.”

Her breathing stopped for a second. Ámbar looked up and found Simón smiling at her, that smile that was the sweetest she had ever known and sometimes wondered how her life had been before she saw it. His eyes were shining, full of possibilities.

Ámbar looked at him, and against all odds, she began to laugh.

“What?” Simón asked, but she just shook her head, looking away in disbelief.

How was it that he could brighten everything with just one phrase? One second to the other, just like that? It wasn’t fair. It almost made it seem like everything she’d been worrying about were just silly things. So not fair.

Ámbar sighed, and after a beat, brought her gaze back to him.

“Do you like pancakes?”

Simón frowned, clearly confused by the change of topic. “Yeah, why?”

Ámbar smiled and settled back with her head against his chest.

“No reason.”

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(I had never written Gastina, so apology to the shippers if I didn’t get it right, but I believe it turned out pretty decent.)

Not a lot of plot advancement on this one, but I really wanted to give them, and you, this one sweet moment to hold onto. I've had the draft for this last scene since July 16th of *last year*, just so you get an idea of how long I have to wait to post the things I have in mind.

I really love this chapter, I hope you do too <3

I'll leave some reference pictures here. The first one is a drawing that I made. It was only meant for me to visualize the fort, so I apologize for the mess. If I had planned back then to share it with you guys, I would've made it prettier 😅

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acogs: last lines of each chapter

if you'd like me to do first lines lmk, but i thought these were more interesting!

yes you get 3 pieces of acogs content today. am i sorry? not really.

special dt to @47crayons <3

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1. “Let’s go,” they say, helping Nikolai unroll the Windcarpet, looking into the first rays of foggy sunrise.

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2. “We’ll worry about that later,” Kayani assures him. “Let’s go find Saige.”

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3. Nikolai rolls over and lies awake staring at the moon, thinking of Cyril and Theadora, being in their arms only a few hours before. He reads about the tragedy of Cyril’s godly powers being taken away from him, an immortal in despair, but there was nothing despairing or powerless about the Cyril Nikolai saw. That Cyril emanated only raw power, the wisdom of pain and time.

If it was really Cyril at all.

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4. Like she has a sense, her eyes find their way up to the three of them. More specifically, to Kayani.

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5. “No.” Nikolai shrugs, effortless. “I said I’d do anything to convince her, just like I told you. Nothing is as important as the Staarenclock. I don’t think you all realize that.”

6. “I know,” he sighs, burying his face in his hands. Saige pats his back.

“We can ride on a Windcarpet that’s a little bit faster,” she whispers.

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7. Nikolai looks up to find everyone else wearing the same expression of guilt mixed with relief.

“Katya,” they breathe as one.

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8. For now, Katya knocks back the last of her drink and imagines Helle’s face when the explosions start during the end of Actium. That’d be the only occasion she’d ever want to see her sister again.

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9. “Okay,” she says. “Okay, fine. I’ll go. Get me out of here as fast as you can.”

Nikolai, the infuriating and devious bastard, just smiles.

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10. Kayani’s frown deepens but they lay back down. Nikolai rolls over onto his back, but their eyes stick to him. He would muster a witty reply if the ticking didn’t pick up at that moment. It’s almost like the clock is trying to tell him something, but translating Old Actium is hard enough. Deciphering the pounding words of a clock is impossible.

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11. “Kayani, my child,” their father says instead, smiling for a rare occurrence. “You are my choice. Please come to me.”

Present Kayani shuts their eyes to the angry and confused whispers of the crowd.

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12. Nikolai whirls around, wondering how he missed the shadows of the six figures standing behind them. Their clothes are plain brown, and they all have brown skin and dark hair like Saige. More pressingly, they all have swords or crossbows drawn and loaded.

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13. I definitely should’ve died by now, Kayani thinks as their vision swims. Nausea rises in their stomach the more they’re jostled around, but they try to breathe through it all.

It will be over soon.

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14. Saige sighs. “Maybe someday. If I quit, I have a feeling I’ll be attacked the rest of my life for cowardice.”

Katya purses her lips to keep herself quiet.

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15. Kayani cautiously lays their hand over hers, keeping it there when she doesn’t pull it away. “You’re not a bad person, either,” they whisper, hoarse.

Her eyes shine with the image of what could’ve been their ghost.

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16. “Tomorrow, either the clock blows, or we come home alive to face the problems thar arise when you take five state rulers away without explanation.” Nikolai wants to lay down and never get back up, quite honestly, but he puts on a grim smile for the others, if nothing else. “Let’s go to the mountains.”

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17. He doesn’t care. He takes her other hand to calm her and himself, and closes his eyes for the ride.

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18. “Return where you belong, Kayani,” Cai says through the haze. “I will welcome you back someday.”

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19. He can’t see her face, but he can hear the deep breath she takes before letting go.

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20. Nikolai turns to them, grinning, but his dark circles evident. He collapses against the ground and leans his head back against the pole. He raises a hand to the sky. “Do you hear that?”

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21. A deep breath.

Hands entwining.

The doors creak open.

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22. Golden ink. Golden clothes. Golden rings. Golden sunset.

Golden, like the five of them.

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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 2

A/N: Characters are above the age of 18! Iwaizumi is set as 21 and, reader is 19 turning 20!!

Warnings; Mean/rude/slightly cruel Iwaizumi, slight cursing, arguments, feeling lonely, (pretty much it). A little longer

Rating: 18+ (because of future context)

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“So you’re my bride, this may be interesting” he snarled. “Well...do you have a name?”

“It’s Y/N...” you keep your gaze low and anywhere but his eyes. Now being in his presence not only did you feel his power but something else. It was almost....guarded? As if he was hiding something...

“Y/N....your friends spoke highly of you..”

“Friends?....I wouldn’t say they’re my friends...” you said quietly near the end

“Because they had traded you for peace? Perhaps it was a fair trade” he thought out loud scanning your face “yet you carry sadness, why so that”

“Maybe It’s because I was arranged in a marriage with the king and told on that very day...” you said sarcastically.

“It was either you or your father“ he smirked as if he had everything planned out “He had managed to sell damaged crops to my chefs and i was looking forward to taking his head for it, but they mentioned you and here we are.“

“But I don’t want to marry you..“ you mumble.  He turns and walks to the door without a care in the world

“Like it or not we are to be married in two days time. You shall be queen and that is final” He opens the door and looks over his shoulder “and should you attempt to stop it, everyone you love will parish because of you” he says as if it was easy.

He shuts the door without another word. The room had felt colder from when you had entered. You walk to the bed and fall on to it, your legs tucking into your chest, as sadness filled you. Not only were you here by force, you were also given an ultimatum.  

You were utterly alone...no one to comfort you, or help you. Tears begin to blur your vision as a sob shakes your being. You felt so small, so alone, so frustrated.

You take your necklace off and open the small circle, there you find the face of your mother. You were very attached to her, you were only 10 when she had passed. You would always look to her for help or comfort in times of need.

Now all you can do was look at her kind eyes and try to feel alright. As you cried, your body became tired and slowly drifted off to sleep. Tears stained your cheeks as your body slightly rose and fell as you slept. 

Oikawa had come to your room to bring you food only to find you in this state. He felt sorry for you, he could tell you were a sweet girl, and you were thrown into this situation.

He huffs and walks to Iwaizumi’s room. He may be the advisor but he was also his oldest friend. Which meant he was the only one who could get through to him.

He knocks on the door and sticks his head inside “Iwa, we need to talk“ there laid the king. On his grand bed in only the finest of silk robes, he pears over to his advisor from the book he held.  

“I’ve asked you to stop calling me that“ he quipped “and if it’s of the girl I already spoke to her.”

“Well you need to start treating her better, you shouldn’t let her fall asleep after crying” he complains closing the door “If she is to marry you and you keep this up, she’s going to leave” 

“Oh please, so she can go back to that hole she calls home? She’s probably a spoiled brat who heard something she didn’t like“ he smirked closing his book and setting it on the small nigh table “After the wedding she’ll be all over me, just wait” 

“I can see why all these past arrangements didn’t go well“ Oikawa rolled his eyes and walk back to the door

 “...she’s a nice girl, maybe if try you’ll see that....maybe even like her“ he whispered the last part. He missed the young respectful man he used to be, but once he lost his father everything changed.

Iwaizumi sits up in bed wringing his fingers through his hair. He walks to his vanity and looks himself over. The short years of running a kingdom noticeable on his face. His eyes looked so dull yet intimidating....

“maybe I was too hard on her...“ he shakes his head and sighs heavily “No, if i wasn’t stern she would walk all over me. I’ll die before I let that happen“

He falls back on his bed and lets his mind wonder allowing himself to drift off to sleep. 

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The sun filled your room with warm light. A single ray of light shines on on your eyes making you bolt up. You were expecting to see your old room in your home, but you woke up in the same cobblestone room.

You sigh and let your shoulders slump a little. You get up from the bed and walk to the vanity where yet another dress laid with a note. 

“Put this on and come for breakfast“ ~ Iwaizumi

He couldn't have picked a dress for you, not after what he had said. You pick up the dress and it was honestly very pretty.

It was a low u neck, with delicate lace over the dark blue fabric. You slip out of your previous dress and begin to dress again. You let out a frustrated sigh when you realize there was a corset to lace in the back.

“How the hell...“ a knock came to your door “...come in...?“ you half asked. In came women one who looked no younger than 17, and the other who seemed to be her mother. 

“Good morning ma’am, my name is Alina and this is my daughter Rose” she introduces herself and the young girl, and curtsy “we shall help you dress and prepare for the day.“

“O-oh thank you but please, you don’t have to bow or curtsy“ you implore, if felt strange to be shown a gesture you were supposed to do. 

They simply ignore your protest and proceed to fix your dress. Pulling on the string until the fabric clung to your rib cage. Alina tied it into a bow at your lower back and asked you to sit. They brush out your hair, apply light lipstick and a bit of blush to your cheeks. 

“You look beautiful..“ Rose said timidly 

“thank you“ you give her a small appreciative smile. You stand and they hand you a pair of shoes with short heels. You look in the mirror and felt your heart skip a beat, they did so well with getting you ready.

“wow..I..Thank you Alina, so much” you take her hand in yours and give her a smile. She gave off a motherly aura, something you missed.

Despite this being seen as improper to royals and nobles, she can tell you really needed this. She nods with a smile and it made your morning just a bit more bearable.

“This way ma’am, I shall show you to the Dinning room” Rose said holding the door open. Rose walks ahead of you with her hands in front of her, she stayed quiet unless she informed you about rooms. 

“His majesty is in the war room often when he has guests from other kingdoms. This is sir Oikawa’s room if he is needed” she says while motioning to the doors.

 “This is the dinning room, where you will be served meals three times a day. The king is usually here in the mornings” she opens the door and gives you a bow 

“Thank you Rose“ taking a deep breath you compose yourself. You won’t show him weakness, you are strong and independent! King or not, he wouldn’t walk all over you. You walk inside to find a beautifully displayed table.

At one end you saw Iwaizumi reading over some papers and an open chair with a plate in front of it. Walking to it he sets his papers down and looks at you. 

“Good morning“ he greets you 

“Good morning“ you sit down and before you was a hot breakfast, that was mouthwatering. You pick up the fork on your right and bring the food into your mouth. Your tongue had unknown flavors explode and fill your mouth. You must have made a pleased face since he said

“You like it?” he raised a brow 

You blush a little “um..yes, it’s very good.“ you say bluntly “uh, thank you for the dress as well, your highness“ you express your gratitude 

“We’ll be married soon so just call me Hajime.“ 

“O-oh..okay“

“We’ll be meeting with Oikawa and other planners for the wedding. They’ll walk you through the process as well as what is expected of you“ he stands from his seat and stands next to yours offering you his arm. Standing from your seat you take his arm. 

“If you’re going to be wedded to me, you may as well get used to this“ it was almost as if his words were forced. They lacked emotion much like him, as you walk you can’t help but think

“Is this what you want?“ he stopped in the hallway that you were walking in 

“The wedding or you as a bride?“ great, a sarcastic king

“Both“ you fire back as you continue your short journey 

“Well, I think I’d prefer someone else rather than someone stubborn, as for the wedding, I would have done just fine without a queen“ you couldn’t lie that one actually hurt a bit. You didn’t ask anymore questions for the sake of your feelings.

Opening the door to the meeting room there stood 5 people. From what you can tell they were the chef, the tailor, the planner, Oikawa, and an older woman with a stiff face. The whole thing was pretty quick I’m all honesty.

The cake had already been picked and the tailor simply needed your measurements. Oikawa helped you understand everything the planner explained. Apparently royal couples Exchange rings, but necklaces. The worst part was the old woman, who was Iwaizumi’s aunt, Joana. She circled you like a vulture hungry for prey.

“Shoulders back, chin up, eyes forward. There will be none of your slouching from now on.”

“What you lack in knowledge will be taught by me, for however long it takes”

“She’s shorter than your mother was, I am not certain if she will bear strong sons. With luck if she bares a daughter they’ll be attractive”

Well now you knew exactly who was worst in the kingdom. Iwaizumi comes in second after his aunt. Her criticism was somewhat constructive but also a bit hurtful. The mere mention of children make you cringe, you couldn’t imagine having children with him. Why couldn’t you have just said yes to one of those boys record of you?

While Iwazumi was getting his measements done you went into the hall. As you walk on the carpeted floor you take a look at the paintings in the hallway. It was mainly his father or himself, but at the end of the hall was a beautiful woman. Her gaze was soft just as her smile was. Within all the cold stares, her gaze was soft and kind. In her lap was a young boy, his face held joy and happiness.

“Hajime?” You whisper to yourself.

“Cute want he?” A sudden voice made you jump, it was Oikawa “he used to be really fun and happy when we were kids. His mother was a kind and generous, in a way you’re a lot like her” he smiles slightly at the portrait 

“what..happened to her..?“ you asked cautiously his smile fell as a sad look came over his face.

“She fell ill...they suspect that someone had poisoned her. It’s a reason why Iwa’s guard is up constantly and his security is highly trained. You know,“ he looked at you “I think he sees his mother in you, he just won’t say it.“ he chuckled. 

Looking back to the painting you thought maybe you had gone into it wrong. Maybe instead of going against the grain your should try and flow with it. You had always been kind and understanding with people, everyone had a story, even a king.  

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After an afternoon full of royal history and wedding practice you were mentally drained and just wanted some sleep. Every time you dozed off a little or got a question wrong, Joana would make you read the entire chapter again. Although she did teach you what to do and say for the wedding tomorrow, which was helpful. 

You change into your night gown after a bath and got into bed. Before turning out your candle you stopped and thought for a moment. Biting back your pride you get out letting your feet touch the cold floor. 

You leave your room looking into the dark hallway, lit only by the moonlight. You walk down the hall to the two grand doors and stop. Your heart pounds as you raise your small hand to the door and knock. You wait for any sign of a response, yet there was nothing. Before you could turn and walk back to your room the door had opened.

“What is it?” a husky voice asked. Your face ad instantly heated up from the sight of his bare chest. You never expected him to be well built as he was, you were certain he could see your cheeks glowing in the dark. 

“I-I just wanted to say goodnight...I, hope your rest well“ you manage to get out

“Oh well...thank you, and to you as well. The wedding is tomorrow so sleep as best as you can“ he says trying not to eye you too much.

However, he never really looked at you long enough to notice your features. The moonlight made you look somewhat, surreal. After giving him a nod you turn around and walk back to your room.

Tucking yourself into the sheets you think about your future, what would he be like after tomorrow? Would he be the same after? Would you? But that look just now...maybe there was something there, something you overlooked.

Perhaps there was something more to this, stone king than you anticipated.

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Here are some great bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of June. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Until You’re Home | Explicit | 1039 words

Louis lives in London, Harry lives in Tokyo. They make it work.

2) He Holds My Paradise | Mature | 1332 words 

“What is it that you want, baby?”

“Your dick” Louis breaths out, choking on his own words, neck still covered by his boyfriend’s hand.

“And where do you want it, baby?” the Devil asks him, a satisfied smirk painting his lips. “in my pussy, please.”

3) Morning | Explicit | 1428 words 

Harry and Louis wake up and have a 'productive' morning in the shower ;)

4) Let's Go To The Beach | General Audiences | 1489 words 

Note: This fic contains no explicit smut, but since it’s omega Louis, we’ve included it. This is a sequel. Part one of this fic is #6 on this list. 

"Louis," Harry repeated.

"Right," Louis sighed. "He tried to scent me."

or the one where Louis has a meeting with an aggressive alpha and Harry calms Louis down.

5) Sweet Relief, Pretty Please | Not Rated | 1840 words 

Louis is drunk, sad and alone, and Harry is a wanker.

6) Hey Moon, Don't You Fall Down | Mature | 2574 words 

Note: The sequel to this fic is #4 on this list. 

"Make me yours," Louis opened his eyes and put his hands on Harry's shoulders. "I'm ready, alpha, always been ready for you. Since the first day we met, I was yours. Please," Louis gasped as Harry slid his fingers out of him.

or the one where Harry and Louis finally bond.

7) Nothing Like Anything | Explicit | 2614 words 

Harry is bored of his frat parties. No one interesting comes anyway.It's always drunk people, grinding in the living room, strangers trying to catch his eye. He's about to leave, just to ease his pounding head when he sees him, sinful on the dance floor and suddenly the party isn't so bad.

8) Over Exposed - Part Two| Explicit | 2840 words

Note: This fic is a sequel to this fic.

Harry and Louis take a quick break from Harry's tour to attend the VMAs, then have a night out at a club.

9) Sweet Vanilla Cream | Explicit | 2896 words 

Harry fights to resist his roommate's new omega boyfriend, Louis. Louis maybe doesn't want him to resist.

10) Take Off Your Glasses | Mature | 3742 words

Louis was enjoying his time, as he decided to spend his weekend clubbing, Louis knows no one in there, yet someone wanted to mess with him to know who's Louis the attractive boy in the black skirt.

"It’s Louie.. Sir."

11) Rose’s Fortune | Mature | 5055 words 

Note: This fic contains no explicit smut but since it’s a/b/o we’ve decided to include it in this monthly roundup.

Omega Louis takes one of his siblings to the doctors (check up, possible broken bone or possibly injections?) and the new Dr is Alpha Harry. Harry is great with kids and Louis is smitten. Harry is smitten too but attempts to act professionally and keep his distance whenever Louis visits the Drs with his siblings or to pick up his prescriptions. But Harry realises there is no reason for him not to make a move as Louis isn't under his care.

12) Dare You To Move | Not Rated | 6060 words 

The one where Harry falls in love with the omega who is the brain behind the omega march he joined.

13) Savage Garden’s Song Rules Sometimes (While Yours Always Reign Supreme) | Explicit | 6261 words 

Note: This fic is a sequel to this fic.

The morning after one too many nights of isolation for Louis Tomlinson and his hot & dangerous boy.

Aka how insanely adorkable Harry Styles could be after a sulking episode. [wordplay edition]

14) I Can Feel Your Blood Pressure Rise | Explicit | 9292 words 

"Hello, your Highness," Harry heard a familiar voice coming from behind him. Chills ran down his body as he felt the coldness of something sharp poke the back of his neck, "Turn around slowly or I'll hurt you,” the voice said in a teasing tone.

Where Louis is some sort of Robin Hood and sneaks into the King's castle, only to be fucked hard.

15) You Know What They Say | Explicit | 10323 words 

Nice guys always finish last.

16) Teenage Dream | Explicit | 10333 words

Harry and Louis get reintroduced to each other by their friends. It’s an instant connection. Now they’ve just gotta get to know each other.

17) Move So Petty (You're All I See) | Explicit | 10548 words 

Harry’s pretty content with his life. He loves his job- a veterinarian at a local clinic who’s already built up a name for himself despite his young age. He loves his gorgeous flat with its wide, open space and minimalistic, yet still homey feel. He loves his family who he talks to and visits as much as possible, not bothered by the long hours of driving to Holmes Chapel from London he endures multiple times a month. He loves his friends and his coworkers and his neighbors- especially Allison, the little old lady next door who brings him and Louis cookies on holidays and who always comments on how “strong and handsome you are, Mr. Styles,” everytime he sees her.

And most importantly, he loves Louis, just- maybe in a slightly different way.

18) When Tomorrow Comes | Explicit | 11111 words 

The one where Louis is an Omega who has been keeping himself pure for his Alpha, Harry is a traditional Alpha focusing on his studies while he waits to find his bondmate, and Niall is a sneaky bastard who keeps borrowing Louis’ clothes and never returning them.

19) Smells Like Omega Spirit | Not Rated | 11769 words 

Note: This fic contains no explicit smut, but since it’s omega Louis, we’ve included it.

Louis is an omega doing a test run on neutralizers for a class project. Every time he talks to Harry he smells completely different.

Harry is an alpha who can't figure out if he's going crazy or his sense of smell is broken, but all he wants to figure out what Louis' real scent is.

Somehow they figure it out.

20) You Kill My Mind | Explicit | 13181 words 

Harry has always been ashamed to reveal his kinks to friends and partners alike. One day he meets a man who seems perfectly designed for him and they embark on a wonderful, sex-filled exploration journey.

21) In The Heat Of The Moment | Mature | 15743 words 

When Louis unexpectedly goes into heat in maths class it takes him way too long to figure out why (it might have something to do with a certain curly haired boy sitting next to him).

22) Was In No Hurry, Had No Worries | Explicit | 21485 words 

The year is 1999 and Harry can’t stop dedicating songs to Louis on the radio. Or the one where Harry hits Louis with his car.

23) You're The Smell Before Rain, You're The Blood In My Veins | Explicit | 21945 words 

“It was him you talked about, when you used to call me late at night, saying you were missing your ex? Was it him, your important five-year long story? Was it him the person you had thought about proposing, one day?” Nick asks with a low voice, almost inaudible, almost like he’s talking to himself “He’s my boyfriend…” he whispers again, without looking up.

“I know! And you shouldn’t worry, because you don’t have a single reason to do so. He’s yours now, he’s with you. I really don’t understand why you came here, honestly” Harry says defending himself out of instinct, even if he has no reason to react like that. He just- just wishes for Nick to leave his room and go back home to Louis. Because at this point Nick has Louis and fuck, why can’t he just go fuck off for once? Doesn’t he have enough shit do deal with already? Does he really need to get into this as well? Right now?

24) Like The Earth Around The Sun | Explicit | 23600 words 

The one where Harry bursts in on Louis in heat and things only get more complicated from there.

25) The Blood of Love | Explicit | 25273 words 

Harry is a nurse and Louis is a painting worth more than a thousand words. As desire and darkness encompasses him, Harry has to learn the secrets of Thorne Hills manor before he succumbs to the mystery that surrounds him.

26) Habit | Teen & Up | 27095 words 

In which Louis is a Donna who has a soft spot for alpha Harry.

27) Let Me Carry Your Weight | Explicit | 28633 words 

Louis is fresh out of a bad relationship with someone who made him feel awful about how he looked. on his journey to better himself, he meets harry - the ridiculously attractive and fit personal trainer.

28) Robbers And Cowards | Explicit | 33237 words 

A modern day Robin Hood AU where Louis and Harry (don’t really) hate each other but they hate greedy billionaires more.

29) Caves End | Explicit | 39711 words 

The one where Harry has lost his future, Louis has lost his past, but maybe together, they can find a way through the dark.

30) Soaked In The Blood Of Angels | Explicit | 40867 words 

The boy looks drugged, caught between a man who’s almost twice his size and a girl who looks like she wouldn’t even break a sweat snapping him in half despite her small stature, eyes closed and mouth open as he pants, arching up between them almost as if he’s trying to escape.

Normally, Harry would ignore it and continue on his search for someone to drink from, someone who wouldn’t mind his sharp teeth and rough hands. He’s seen plenty of boys like this one, ones who picked the wrong playmates, and if he stopped to rescue every single one of them he would have died from thirst a long time ago.

This one, though. There’s something about this one, the sheen of his bright blue eyes as he blinks slowly, looks around as though he doesn’t know where he is, the weakness of his hands as he tries to push the girl off of him and make his escape.

31) With Stars Of Brightest Gold | Explicit | 41109 words 

Louis Tomlinson is the premier courtesan at the Moulin Rouge. In his dreams, he has always wanted to be a famous stage actor. Locked into his contract, he has little means of escape until a handsome duke promises him freedom with a romantic alliance. Due to a case of mistaken identity playwright Harry Styles is thrown into the mix, compelling Louis to choose between his head or his heart.

32) We Both Got Nothing To Hide | Explicit | 43811 words 

Omega Louis has a secret nest. Alpha Harry keeps losing his clothes.

33) In A World Alone | Explicit | 50787 words 

Harry’s breath catches as the glow grows bigger and bigger until he’s squinting his eyes and blinking at the sudden intense brightness. He closes his eyes, rubbing at them helplessly. When his eyes open again- he gasps, grip loosening on his bow as he gawks at the sight before him.

Because the swan is gone.

And in its place is the prettiest omega Harry has ever seen.

A Swan Lake AU.

34) Hunting Ground | Not Rated | 583658 words 

Note: This fic is the third part of a series. Part two is #38 in this list.

Louis Tomlinson didn’t know how complicated life could be until he became a werewolf. And until he was mated to Harry Styles, the son — and enforcer — of Liam, the leader of the North American werewolves, he didn’t know how dangerous it could be either...

Louis and Harry have just been enlisted to attend a summit to present Liam's controversial proposition: that the wolves should finally reveal themselves to humans. But the most feared Alpha in Europe is dead set against the plan — and it seems like someone else might be too. When Louis is attacked by vampires using pack magic, the kind of power only werewolves should be able to draw on, Harry and Louis must combine their talents to hunt down whoever is behind it all — or risk losing everything.

35) The Wrath of the Emerald Eyes | Mature | 85205 words 

His chin is grabbed harshly, facing the two deep green eyes that have been getting on his nerves for the past ten minutes. The smirk on the man's face does not vanish. The grip of his hand on Louis' chin does not soften, his thumb at the side of his lower lip.

His smile widens as he answers Louis' question, ''My name is Styles, but you will call me Captain."

Pirate AU.

36) Cry Wolf | Not Rated | 85205 words 

Note: This fic is the second part of a series. Part three is #36 in this list.

Louis never knew werewolves existed, until the night he survived a violent attack... and became one himself. After three years at the bottom of the pack, he'd learned to keep his head down and never, ever trust dominant wolves. Then Harry Styles, the enforcer—and son—of the leader of the North American werewolves, came into his life.

Harry insists that not only is Louis his mate, but he is also a rare and valued Omega wolf. And it is Louis' inner strength and calming presence that will prove invaluable as he and Harry go on the hunt in search of a rogue werewolf—a creature bound in magic so dark that it could threaten all of the pack.

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Glee Soundtrack Rating Project Results: slipping-through-my-fingertips

@slipping-through-my-fingertips

Favourite character: Kurt Hummel

Least favourite character: Ryder Lynn

Favourite season: Undecided - one of the first three

Least favourite season: Undecided

Mean song rating: 6.56

Mean song rating for favourite character's songs: 7.5

Mean song rating for favourite character's solos: 7.43

Mean song rating season 1: 6.19

Mean song rating season 2: 6.54

Mean song rating season 3: 6.92

Mean song rating season 4: 6.54

Mean song rating season 5: 6.56

Mean song rating season 6: 6.52

Songs rated: 700

[ID: A bar chart titled Number of songs assigned each rating by slipping-through-my-fingertips, illustrating the number of times each score was assigned to a song by slipping-through-my-fingertips. 10 was assigned 64 times, 9 was assigned 69 times, 8 was assigned 114 times, 7 was assigned 111 times, 6 was assigned 129 times, 5 was assigned 90 times, 4 was assigned 79 times, 3 was assigned 21 times, 2 was assigned 17 times, 1 was assigned 6 times, and 2 songs were not rated.]

About the Project | Results Masterpost

Ranking:

1. (10) - S1x13 - And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going

2. (10) - S1x13 - My Life Would Suck Without You

3. (10) - S1x18 - Rose's Turn

4. (10) - S1x21 - Give Up the Funk

5. (10) - S2x04 - River Deep, Mountain High

6. (10) - S2x05 - Science Fiction Double Feature

7. (10) - S2x06 - Teenage Dream

8. (10) - S2x06 - Start Me Up/Livin' on a Prayer

9. (10) - S2x09 - Valerie

10. (10) - S2x10 - Baby, It's Cold Outside

11. (10) - S2x11 - Thriller/Heads Will Roll

12. (10) - S2x11 - Bills, Bills, Bills

13. (10) - S2x13 - Take Me or Leave Me

14. (10) - S2x16 - Misery

15. (10) - S2x16 - Blackbird

16. (10) - S2x16 - Hell to the No

17. (10) - S2x16 - Loser Like Me

18. (10) - S2x18 - Somewhere Only We Know

19. (10) - S2x18 - As If We Never Said Goodbye

20. (10) - S2x18 - Born This Way

21. (10) - S2x20 - Dancing Queen

22. (10) - S2x20 - Rolling in the Deep

23. (10) - S2x21 - Back to Black

24. (10) - S3x01 - It's Not Unusual

25. (10) - S3x05 - Uptown Girl

26. (10) - S3x06 - Hot for Teacher

27. (10) - S3x07 - I Kissed a Girl

28. (10) - S3x09 - All I Want for Christmas Is You

29. (10) - S3x09 - Do They Know It's Christmas?

30. (10) - S3x11 - Smooth Criminal

31. (10) - S3x14 - Cough Syrup

32. (10) - S3x14 - Here's to Us

33. (10) - S3x17 - I Have Nothing

34. (10) - S3x17 - How Will I Know

35. (10) - S3x17 - So Emotional

36. (10) - S3x18 - Not the Boy Next Door

37. (10) - S3x18 - Shake It Out

38. (10) - S3x21 - Paradise By the Dashboard Light

39. (10) - S3x21 - It's All Coming Back to Me Now

40. (10) - S3x21 - Edge of Glory

41. (10) - S4x05 - Hopelessly Devoted to You

42. (10) - S4x05 - Blow Me (One Last Kiss)

43. (10) - S4x06 - Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee (Reprise)

44. (10) - S4x06 - You're the One That I Want

45. (10) - S4x08 - Come See About Me

46. (10) - S4x09 - Being Alive

47. (10) - S4x13 - Bring Him Home

48. (10) - S4x13 - Nutbush City Limits

49. (10) - S4x15 - Come What May

50. (10) - S4x15 - Old Time Rock & Roll/Danger Zone

51. (10) - S4x15 - Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend/Material Girl

52. (10) - S4x22 - Wings

53. (10) - S5x03 - Seasons of Love

54. (10) - S5x03 - Make You Feel My Love

55. (10) - S5x04 - Marry the Night

56. (10) - S5x11 - I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For

57. (10) - S5x12 - Defying Gravity

58. (10) - S5x12 - Valerie

59. (10) - S5x15 - Not While I'm Around

60. (10) - S5x15 - I'm Still Here

61. (10) - S5x17 - Pumpin Blood

62. (10) - S6x03 - It's Too Late

63. (10) - S6x13 - I Lived

64. (10) - S6x13 - This Time

65. (9) - S1x01 - Don't Stop Believing (Pilot)

66. (9) - S1x05 - Somebody to Love

67. (9) - S1x07 - You Keep Me Hanging On

68. (9) - S1x13 - Don't Rain on My Parade

69. (9) - S1x13 - You Can't Always Get What You Want

70. (9) - S1x15 - 4 Minutes

71. (9) - S1x20 - Bad Romance

72. (9) - S1x22 - To Sir, With Love

73. (9) - S2x02 - Toxic

74. (9) - S2x03 - I Want to Hold Your Hand

75. (9) - S2x05 - Sweet Transvestite

76. (9) - S2x08 - Marry You

77. (9) - S2x11 - She's Not There

78. (9) - S2x12 - Silly Love Songs

79. (9) - S2x15 - Landslide

80. (9) - S2x18 - I Feel Pretty/Unpretty

81. (9) - S2x19 - Go Your Own Way

82. (9) - S2x20 - Jar of Hearts

83. (9) - S2x22 - For Good

84. (9) - S3x01 - Anything Goes/Anything You Can Do

85. (9) - S3x01 - You Can't Stop the Beat

86. (9) - S3x01 - We Got the Beat

87. (9) - S3x04 - Candyman

88. (9) - S3x05 - America

89. (9) - S3x06 - I Can't Go for That/You Make My Dreams Come True

90. (9) - S3x06 - Rumour Has It/Someone Like You

91. (9) - S3x08 - Control

92. (9) - S3x08 - Survivor/I Will Survive

93. (9) - S3x08 - We Are Young

94. (9) - S3x11 - Never Can Say Goodbye

95. (9) - S3x14 - Fly/I Believe I Can Fly

96. (9) - S3x14 - Stronger (What Doesn't Kill You)

97. (9) - S3x16 - You Should Be Dancing

98. (9) - S3x17 - I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me)

99. (9) - S3x21 - Tongue Tied

100. (9) - S3x21 - Pinball Wizard

101. (9) - S3x22 - You Get What You Give

102. (9) - S3x22 - In My Life

103. (9) - S4x03 - Everybody Wants to Rule the World

104. (9) - S4x04 - Barely Breathing

105. (9) - S4x07 - Heroes

106. (9) - S4x07 - Holding Out for a Hero

107. (9) - S4x09 - Being Good Isn't Good Enough

108. (9) - S4x10 - White Christmas

109. (9) - S4x10 - The First Noel

110. (9) - S4x13 - Don't Stop Me Now

111. (9) - S4x13 - Girl On Fire

112. (9) - S4x14 - Just Can't Get Enough

113. (9) - S4x22 - Hall of Fame

114. (9) - S4x22 - Clarity

115. (9) - S5x02 - Get Back

116. (9) - S5x03 - No Surrender

117. (9) - S5x03 - If I Die Young

118. (9) - S5x11 - More Than a Feeling

119. (9) - S5x12 - Toxic

120. (9) - S5x13 - Don't Stop Believin' (Season Five)

121. (9) - S5x15 - Colorblind

122. (9) - S5x17 - Lovefool

123. (9) - S5x19 - Memory

124. (9) - S5x20 - American Boy

125. (9) - S6x02 - Tightrope

126. (9) - S6x02 - Home

127. (9) - S6x03 - Hand in My Pocket/I Feel the Earth Move

128. (9) - S6x07 - Somebody Loves You

129. (9) - S6x08 - At Last

130. (9) - S6x09 - Uptown Funk

131. (9) - S6x11 - Listen to Your Heart

132. (9) - S6x11 - Take Me to Church

133. (9) - S6x12 - Don't Stop Believing (Pilot/2009)

134. (8) - S1x01 - Rehab

135. (8) - S1x02 - I Say a Little Prayer

136. (8) - S1x06 - It's My Life/Confessions Part II

137. (8) - S1x06 - Halo/Walking On Sunshine

138. (8) - S1x07 - Hate On Me

139. (8) - S1x07 - No Air

140. (8) - S1x07 - Keep Holding On

141. (8) - S1x11 - True Colors

142. (8) - S1x12 - Jump

143. (8) - S1x14 - Highway to Hell

144. (8) - S1x14 - Hello, Goodbye

145. (8) - S1x16 - Beautiful

146. (8) - S1x18 - Jessie's Girl

147. (8) - S1x18 - The Boy Is Mine

148. (8) - S1x20 - Beth

149. (8) - S1x22 - Bohemian Rhapsody

150. (8) - S1x22 - Don't Stop Believing (Regionals)

151. (8) - S1x22 - Faithfully

152. (8) - S1x22 - Any Way You Want It/Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin'

153. (8) - S2x03 - Losing My Religion

154. (8) - S2x04 - Don't Go Breaking My Heart

155. (8) - S2x04 - Sing!

156. (8) - S2x05 - Whatever Happened to Saturday Night?

157. (8) - S2x05 - Time Warp

158. (8) - S2x05 - There's a Light (Over at the Frankenstein Place)

159. (8) - S2x05 - Damn It, Janet

160. (8) - S2x06 - Stop! In the Name of Love/Free Your Mind

161. (8) - S2x07 - Singing In the Rain/Umbrella

162. (8) - S2x10 - The Most Wonderful Day of the Year

163. (8) - S2x11 - Need You Now

164. (8) - S2x16 - Get It Right

165. (8) - S2x17 - All By Myself

166. (8) - S2x18 - I've Gotta Be Me

167. (8) - S2x22 - I Love New York/New York, New York

168. (8) - S3x01 - Ding-Dong! The Witch Is Dead

169. (8) - S3x05 - One Hand, One Heart

170. (8) - S3x06 - Hit Me with Your Best Shot/One Way or Another

171. (8) - S3x07 - Perfect

172. (8) - S3x07 - Constant Craving

173. (8) - S3x08 - Man in the Mirror

174. (8) - S3x08 - ABC

175. (8) - S3x09 - Christmas Wrapping

176. (8) - S3x09 - Blue Christmas

177. (8) - S3x10 - Wedding Bell Blues (Bill)

178. (8) - S3x10 - Summer Nights

179. (8) - S3x11 - Human Nature

180. (8) - S3x13 - Love Shack

181. (8) - S3x13 - L-O-V-E

182. (8) - S3x14 - Stand

183. (8) - S3x14 - Glad You Came

184. (8) - S3x15 - I'm Still Standing

185. (8) - S3x15 - Fighter

186. (8) - S3x15 - Rio/Hungry Like the Wolf

187. (8) - S3x15 - Somebody That I Used to Know

188. (8) - S3x16 - More Than a Woman

189. (8) - S3x16 - Boogie Shoes

190. (8) - S3x18 - Cell Block Tango

191. (8) - S3x19 - Take My Breath Away

192. (8) - S3x21 - We Are the Champions

193. (8) - S3x21 - Starships

194. (8) - S4x01 - Call Me Maybe

195. (8) - S4x01 - Chasing Pavements

196. (8) - S4x01 - New York State of Mind

197. (8) - S4x04 - Give Your Heart a Break

198. (8) - S4x04 - The Scientist

199. (8) - S4x06 - Beauty School Dropout

200. (8) - S4x06 - Greased Lightning

201. (8) - S4x06 - There Are Worse Things I Could Do

202. (8) - S4x07 - My Dark Side

203. (8) - S4x07 - Some Nights

204. (8) - S4x09 - Don't Dream It's Over

205. (8) - S4x11 - No Scrubs

206. (8) - S4x11 - Tell Him

207. (8) - S4x12 - Let Me Love You (Until You Learn to Love Yourself)

208. (8) - S4x12 - A Thousand Years

209. (8) - S4x12 - This Is the New Year

210. (8) - S4x12 - Torn

211. (8) - S4x13 - Diva

212. (8) - S4x13 - Make No Mistake (She's Mine)

213. (8) - S4x14 - You're All I Need to Get By

214. (8) - S4x14 - We've Got Tonite

215. (8) - S4x16 - How to Be a Heartbreaker

216. (8) - S4x16 - Bye Bye Bye/I Want It That Way

217. (8) - S4x17 - Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go

218. (8) - S5x01 - All You Need Is Love

219. (8) - S5x01 - Got to Get You Into My Life

220. (8) - S5x03 - I'll Stand By You

221. (8) - S5x06 - Movin' Out (Anthony's Song)

222. (8) - S5x08 - Away in a Manger

223. (8) - S5x08 - Love Child

224. (8) - S5x09 - I Believe in a Thing Called Love

225. (8) - S5x09 - Every Breath You Take

226. (8) - S5x11 - America

227. (8) - S5x13 - I Am Changing

228. (8) - S5x13 - Be Okay

229. (8) - S5x14 - You Make Me Feel So Young

230. (8) - S5x14 - Downtown

231. (8) - S5x15 - No One Is Alone

232. (8) - S5x16 - Addicted to Love

233. (8) - S5x20 - Pompeii

234. (8) - S6x02 - Take On Me

235. (8) - S6x03 - Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow/Head Over Feet

236. (8) - S6x05 - All Out of Love

237. (8) - S6x06 - Arthur's Theme

238. (8) - S6x06 - Alfie

239. (8) - S6x07 - Time After Time

240. (8) - S6x08 - Our Day Will Come

241. (8) - S6x09 - I Want to Break Free

242. (8) - S6x09 - Cool Kids

243. (8) - S6x09 - Friday I'm in Love

244. (8) - S6x10 - Rise

245. (8) - S6x11 - We Built This City

246. (8) - S6x12 - Popular

247. (8) - S6x13 - Someday We'll Be Together

248. (7) - S1x02 - Take a Bow

249. (7) - S1x03 - Bust Your Windows

250. (7) - S1x05 - Last Name

251. (7) - S1x05 - Maybe This Time

252. (7) - S1x07 - Ride Wit Me

253. (7) - S1x09 - Defying Gravity

254. (7) - S1x11 - Papa Don't Preach

255. (7) - S1x14 - Hello, I Love You

256. (7) - S1x14 - Gives You Hell

257. (7) - S1x14 - Hello

258. (7) - S1x14 - Hello Twelve, Hello Thirteen, Hello Love

259. (7) - S1x15 - Like a Virgin

260. (7) - S1x15 - Express Yourself

261. (7) - S1x15 - Borderline/Open Your Heart

262. (7) - S1x15 - Vogue

263. (7) - S1x18 - Lady Is a Tramp

264. (7) - S1x21 - Another One Bites the Dust

265. (7) - S1x21 - Loser

266. (7) - S1x22 - Over the Rainbow

267. (7) - S2x02 - Baby One More Time

268. (7) - S2x04 - Le Jazz Hot

269. (7) - S2x04 - Happy Days Are Here Again/Get Happy

270. (7) - S2x05 - Touch a Touch a Touch a Touch Me

271. (7) - S2x07 - Forget You

272. (7) - S2x07 - Make 'Em Laugh

273. (7) - S2x08 - Just the Way You Are

274. (7) - S2x09 - Dog Days Are Over

275. (7) - S2x09 - Don't Cry for Me Argentina

276. (7) - S2x09 - (I've Had) The Time of My Life

277. (7) - S2x10 - We Need a Little Christmas

278. (7) - S2x12 - Fat Bottomed Girls

279. (7) - S2x12 - Firework

280. (7) - S2x14 - Blame It (On the Alcohol)

281. (7) - S2x14 - Tik Tok

282. (7) - S2x15 - Animal

283. (7) - S2x16 - Only Child

284. (7) - S2x17 - Turning Tables

285. (7) - S2x20 - I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance with You

286. (7) - S2x20 - Isn't She Lovely

287. (7) - S2x21 - Pure Imagination

288. (7) - S3x03 - It's All Over

289. (7) - S3x03 - Fix You

290. (7) - S3x05 - A Boy Like That/I Have a Love

291. (7) - S3x08 - Buenos Aires

292. (7) - S3x09 - Let It Snow

293. (7) - S3x11 - Black or White

294. (7) - S3x11 - Bad

295. (7) - S3x11 - Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'

296. (7) - S3x11 - Ben

297. (7) - S3x11 - I Want You Back

298. (7) - S3x13 - Stereo Hearts

299. (7) - S3x15 - Up Up Up

300. (7) - S3x16 - Stayin' Alive

301. (7) - S3x16 - Night Fever

302. (7) - S3x17 - It's Not Right But It's Okay

303. (7) - S3x18 - School's Out

304. (7) - S3x19 - Love You Like a Love Song

305. (7) - S3x22 - I'll Remember

306. (7) - S4x01 - It's Time

307. (7) - S4x02 - 3

308. (7) - S4x02 - Womanizer

309. (7) - S4x03 - A Change Would Do You Good

310. (7) - S4x04 - Teenage Dream (Acoustic)

311. (7) - S4x05 - Everybody Talks

312. (7) - S4x05 - Born to Hand Jive

313. (7) - S4x10 - Feliz Navidad

314. (7) - S4x11 - Locked Out of Heaven

315. (7) - S4x12 - Love Song

316. (7) - S4x14 - Getting Married Today

317. (7) - S4x15 - Shout

318. (7) - S4x15 - Footloose

319. (7) - S4x16 - Cold Hearted

320. (7) - S4x21 - You Are the Sunshine of My Life

321. (7) - S4x21 - Superstition

322. (7) - S5x01 - I Saw Her Standing There

323. (7) - S5x02 - Hey Jude

324. (7) - S5x03 - Fire and Rain

325. (7) - S5x04 - Wide Awake

326. (7) - S5x06 - Piano Man

327. (7) - S5x07 - You're My Best Friend

328. (7) - S5x07 - Into the Groove

329. (7) - S5x09 - Don't Rain On My Parade

330. (7) - S5x10 - Barracuda

331. (7) - S5x10 - Gloria

332. (7) - S5x11 - Mr. Roboto/Counting Stars

333. (7) - S5x12 - Keep Holding On

334. (7) - S5x13 - Just Give Me a Reason

335. (7) - S5x14 - Best Day of My Life

336. (7) - S5x15 - Broadway Baby

337. (7) - S5x16 - Love Is a Battlefield

338. (7) - S5x17 - I'm the Greatest Star

339. (7) - S5x17 - Who Are You Now

340. (7) - S5x18 - Story of My Life

341. (7) - S5x18 - Wake Me Up

342. (7) - S5x18 - Doo Wop (That Thing)

343. (7) - S5x19 - Werewolves of London

344. (7) - S5x19 - I Melt with You

345. (7) - S5x20 - All of Me

346. (7) - S6x02 - Problem

347. (7) - S6x02 - Mustang Sally

348. (7) - S6x04 - Thousand Miles

349. (7) - S6x05 - It Must Have Been Love

350. (7) - S6x06 - Baby It's You

351. (7) - S6x06 - They Long to Be Close to You

352. (7) - S6x07 - You Give Love a Bad Name

353. (7) - S6x07 - I Know Where I've Been

354. (7) - S6x08 - Hey Ya!

355. (7) - S6x08 - I'm So Excited

356. (7) - S6x10 - Rather Be

357. (7) - S6x11 - Mickey

358. (7) - S6x13 - Daydream Believer

359. (6) - S1x01 - Sit Down You're Rockin the Boat

360. (6) - S1x01 - Respect

361. (6) - S1x02 - Push It

362. (6) - S1x02 - Gold Digger

363. (6) - S1x08 - Sweet Caroline

364. (6) - S1x08 - Bust A Move

365. (6) - S1x10 - Lean On Me

366. (6) - S1x10 - Don't Stand So Close to Me/Young Girl

367. (6) - S1x11 - Hair/Crazy In Love

368. (6) - S1x11 - Imagine

369. (6) - S1x12 - Smile (Charlie Chaplin)

370. (6) - S1x12 - Smile (Lily Allen)

371. (6) - S1x15 - What It Feels Like for a Girl

372. (6) - S1x15 - Like a Prayer

373. (6) - S1x15 - Burning Up

374. (6) - S1x16 - One Less Bell to Answer/A House Is Not a Home

375. (6) - S1x17 - U Can't Touch This

376. (6) - S1x17 - Physical

377. (6) - S1x17 - Total Eclipse of the Heart

378. (6) - S1x19 - Dream On

379. (6) - S1x19 - I Dreamed a Dream

380. (6) - S1x20 - Shout It Out Loud

381. (6) - S1x21 - It's a Man's Man's Man's World

382. (6) - S2x01 - Telephone

383. (6) - S2x01 - Billionaire

384. (6) - S2x02 - Stronger

385. (6) - S2x02 - I'm a Slave 4 U

386. (6) - S2x02 - The Only Exception

387. (6) - S2x03 - Only the Good Die Young

388. (6) - S2x03 - Papa, Can You Hear Me?

389. (6) - S2x03 - One of Us

390. (6) - S2x04 - Lucky

391. (6) - S2x06 - One Love (People Get Ready)

392. (6) - S2x07 - Nowadays/Hot Honey rag

393. (6) - S2x10 - Last Christmas

394. (6) - S2x10 - You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch

395. (6) - S2x13 - Sing

396. (6) - S2x14 - Don't You Want Me

397. (6) - S2x16 - Raise Your Glass

398. (6) - S2x19 - Dreams

399. (6) - S2x19 - Don't Stop

400. (6) - S2x19 - Songbird

401. (6) - S2x21 - Some People

402. (6) - S2x21 - My Man

403. (6) - S2x22 - My Cup

404. (6) - S2x22 - Light Up the World

405. (6) - S2x22 - Bella Notte

406. (6) - S2x22 - Pretending

407. (6) - S2x22 - Still Got Tonight

408. (6) - S3x02 - Something's Coming

409. (6) - S3x02 - I'm the Greatest Star

410. (6) - S3x03 - Run the World (Girls)

411. (6) - S3x04 - Last Friday Night

412. (6) - S3x04 - Bein' Green

413. (6) - S3x10 - Moves Like Jagger/Jumpin' Jack Flash

414. (6) - S3x10 - Without You

415. (6) - S3x10 - We Found Love

416. (6) - S3x11 - I Just Can't Stop Loving You

417. (6) - S3x13 - I Will Always Love You

418. (6) - S3x16 - Disco Inferno

419. (6) - S3x16 - If I Can't Have You

420. (6) - S3x17 - Saving All My Love For You

421. (6) - S3x17 - My Love Is Your Love

422. (6) - S3x19 - Dinosaur

423. (6) - S3x19 - What Makes You Beautiful

424. (6) - S3x19 - Big Girls Don't Cry

425. (6) - S3x20 - Because You Loved Me

426. (6) - S4x01 - Americano/Dance Again

427. (6) - S4x02 - Hold It Against Me

428. (6) - S4x02 - Oops!...I Did It Again

429. (6) - S4x03 - The Way You Look Tonight/You're Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile

430. (6) - S4x04 - Don't Speak

431. (6) - S4x05 - Juke Box Hero

432. (6) - S4x07 - Superman

433. (6) - S4x08 - Home/Homeward Bound

434. (6) - S4x09 - Something Stupid

435. (6) - S4x09 - O Holy Night

436. (6) - S4x09 - All That Jazz

437. (6) - S4x10 - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

438. (6) - S4x10 - Jingle Bell Rock

439. (6) - S4x12 - Centerfold/Hot in Herre

440. (6) - S4x13 - Hung Up

441. (6) - S4x16 - Closer

442. (6) - S4x17 - Mamma Mia

443. (6) - S4x19 - Don't Stop Believin' (Rachel)

444. (6) - S4x20 - Longest Time

445. (6) - S4x20 - You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin'

446. (6) - S4x20 - At the Ballet

447. (6) - S4x21 - For Once in My Life

448. (6) - S4x21 - Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I'm Yours

449. (6) - S4x21 - Higher Ground

450. (6) - S4x22 - All or Nothing

451. (6) - S4x22 - To Love You More

452. (6) - S5x01 - Help!

453. (6) - S5x01 - You've Got to Hide Your Love Away

454. (6) - S5x01 - A Hard Day's Night

455. (6) - S5x02 - Here Comes the Sun

456. (6) - S5x02 - Let It Be

457. (6) - S5x02 - Something

458. (6) - S5x04 - Applause

459. (6) - S5x04 - Roar

460. (6) - S5x05 - Wrecking Ball

461. (6) - S5x06 - My Life

462. (6) - S5x07 - Nasty/Rhythm Nation

463. (6) - S5x08 - Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree

464. (6) - S5x09 - My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It)

465. (6) - S5x09 - Brave

466. (6) - S5x10 - Hold On

467. (6) - S5x10 - Jumpin' Jumpin'

468. (6) - S5x10 - Don't You (Forget About Me)

469. (6) - S5x11 - Vacation

470. (6) - S5x13 - Party All the Time

471. (6) - S5x15 - You Make Me Feel Like a Natural Woman

472. (6) - S5x16 - I Want to Know What Love Is

473. (6) - S5x19 - Lucky Star

474. (6) - S5x20 - No Time At All

475. (6) - S5x20 - Glitter in the Air

476. (6) - S5x20 - Girls on Film

477. (6) - S6x01 - Suddenly Seymour

478. (6) - S6x05 - You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)

479. (6) - S6x06 - What the World Needs Now

480. (6) - S6x06 - Promises, Promises

481. (6) - S6x06 - I'll Never Fall in Love Again

482. (6) - S6x07 - All About That Bass

483. (6) - S6x07 - Same Love

484. (6) - S6x09 - Break Free

485. (6) - S6x10 - Far From Over

486. (6) - S6x11 - Chandelier

487. (6) - S6x12 - I'm His Child

488. (5) - S1x01 - Can't Fight This Feeling

489. (5) - S1x01 - You're the One That I Want (ver. 1)

490. (5) - S1x01 - On My Own

491. (5) - S1x04 - Taking Chances

492. (5) - S1x05 - Cabaret

493. (5) - S1x09 - Dancing With Myself

494. (5) - S1x09 - Proud Mary

495. (5) - S1x10 - I'll Stand By You

496. (5) - S1x11 - Bootylicious

497. (5) - S1x16 - Home

498. (5) - S1x16 - A House Is Not a Home

499. (5) - S1x17 - Ice Ice Baby

500. (5) - S1x19 - Dream a Little Dream

501. (5) - S1x21 - Good Vibrations

502. (5) - S2x01 - What I Did for Love

503. (5) - S2x01 - Listen

504. (5) - S2x02 - Me Against the Music

505. (5) - S2x03 - I Look to You

506. (5) - S2x09 - Hey, Soul Sister

507. (5) - S2x10 - Welcome Christmas

508. (5) - S2x15 - Kiss

509. (5) - S2x16 - Big Ass Heart

510. (5) - S2x16 - Trouty Mouth

511. (5) - S2x17 - Ain't No Way

512. (5) - S2x19 - Never Going Back Again

513. (5) - S2x19 - I Don't Want to Know

514. (5) - S2x20 - Friday

515. (5) - S3x02 - Somewhere

516. (5) - S3x03 - Spotlight

517. (5) - S3x03 - Cool

518. (5) - S3x03 - Out Here On My Own

519. (5) - S3x07 - Jolene

520. (5) - S3x09 - River

521. (5) - S3x09 - Extraordinary Merry Christmas

522. (5) - S3x11 - Scream

523. (5) - S3x12 - La Isla Bonita

524. (5) - S3x13 - Cherish/Cherish

525. (5) - S3x13 - You're the Top

526. (5) - S3x13 - Home

527. (5) - S3x16 - How Deep Is Your Love

528. (5) - S3x18 - The Rain in Spain

529. (5) - S3x18 - Cry

530. (5) - S3x22 - Glory Days

531. (5) - S3x22 - Forever Young

532. (5) - S4x06 - Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee

533. (5) - S4x15 - In Your Eyes

534. (5) - S4x16 - I Still Believe/Super Bass

535. (5) - S4x16 - The Bitch Is Back/Dress You Up

536. (5) - S4x17 - Wannabe

537. (5) - S4x17 - My Prerogative

538. (5) - S4x17 - Creep

539. (5) - S4x18 - Say

540. (5) - S4x18 - Your Song

541. (5) - S4x18 - More Than Words

542. (5) - S4x19 - Fight for Your Right (to Party)

543. (5) - S4x19 - You Have More Friends Than You Know

544. (5) - S4x19 - Outcast

545. (5) - S4x19 - Next to Me

546. (5) - S4x20 - We Will Rock You

547. (5) - S4x21 - Uptight (Everything's Alright)

548. (5) - S4x21 - I Wish

549. (5) - S4x22 - Rainbow Connection

550. (5) - S5x01 - Drive My Car

551. (5) - S5x01 - Yesterday

552. (5) - S5x02 - Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

553. (5) - S5x05 - On Our Way

554. (5) - S5x06 - Honesty

555. (5) - S5x06 - Just the Way You Are

556. (5) - S5x06 - You May Be Right

557. (5) - S5x06 - An Innocent Man

558. (5) - S5x08 - Mary's Little Boy Child

559. (5) - S5x08 - O Christmas Tree

560. (5) - S5x09 - Breakaway

561. (5) - S5x10 - The Happening

562. (5) - S5x10 - Danny's Song

563. (5) - S5x11 - I Love LA

564. (5) - S5x14 - Rockstar

565. (5) - S5x14 - People

566. (5) - S5x16 - Let's Wait Awhile

567. (5) - S5x18 - Piece of My Heart

568. (5) - S5x18 - The Rose

569. (5) - S5x19 - Take Me Home Tonight

570. (5) - S6x01 - Sing

571. (5) - S6x01 - Uninvited

572. (5) - S6x01 - Let It Go

573. (5) - S6x03 - You Learn/You've Got a Friend

574. (5) - S6x05 - My Sharona

575. (5) - S6x06 - Wishin' And Hoping

576. (5) - S6x10 - The Final Countdown

577. (5) - S6x11 - Come Sail Away

578. (4) - S1x01 - Mr. Cellophane

579. (4) - S1x01 - I Kissed a Girl

580. (4) - S1x04 - Tonight

581. (4) - S1x05 - Alone

582. (4) - S1x08 - What A Girl Wants

583. (4) - S1x10 - (You're Having My Baby)

584. (4) - S1x10 - Crush

585. (4) - S1x11 - Don't Make Me Over

586. (4) - S1x16 - Fire

587. (4) - S1x20 - Funny Girl

588. (4) - S2x01 - Empire State of Mind

589. (4) - S2x01 - Every Rose Has Its Thorn

590. (4) - S2x01 - Getting to Know You

591. (4) - S2x03 - Bridge Over Troubled Water

592. (4) - S2x07 - Conjunction Junction

593. (4) - S2x08 - Sway

594. (4) - S2x09 - The Living Years

595. (4) - S2x10 - Merry Christmas, Darling

596. (4) - S2x12 - P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing)

597. (4) - S2x12 - When I Get You Alone

598. (4) - S2x12 - My Funny Valentine

599. (4) - S2x13 - I Know What Boys Like

600. (4) - S2x13 - This Little Light of Mine

601. (4) - S2x14 - My Headband

602. (4) - S2x14 - One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer

603. (4) - S2x15 - Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah)

604. (4) - S2x16 - Candles

605. (4) - S2x21 - Try a Little Tenderness

606. (4) - S2x22 - Yeah!

607. (4) - S2x22 - As Long as You're There

608. (4) - S3x04 - Waiting for a Girl Like You

609. (4) - S3x06 - You and I/You and I

610. (4) - S3x09 - Santa Claus Is Coming to Town

611. (4) - S3x09 - My Favorite Things

612. (4) - S3x10 - The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

613. (4) - S3x12 - Don't Wanna Lose You

614. (4) - S3x12 - Sexy and I Know It

615. (4) - S3x12 - Bamboleo/Hero

616. (4) - S3x12 - A Little Less Conversation

617. (4) - S3x13 - Let Me Love You

618. (4) - S3x13 - Chapel of Love

619. (4) - S3x18 - The Music of the Night

620. (4) - S3x20 - I Won't Give Up

621. (4) - S3x20 - Flashdance...What a Feeling

622. (4) - S3x22 - Roots Before Branches

623. (4) - S4x02 - Boys/Boyfriend

624. (4) - S4x02 - Gimme More

625. (4) - S4x02 - Everytime

626. (4) - S4x02 - Crazy/U Drive Me Crazy

627. (4) - S4x08 - Let's Have a Kiki/Turkey Lurkey Time

628. (4) - S4x08 - Live While We're Young

629. (4) - S4x08 - Gangnam Style

630. (4) - S4x10 - Hanukkah, Oh Hanukkah

631. (4) - S4x11 - I Don't Know How to Love Him

632. (4) - S4x14 - Anything Could Happen

633. (4) - S4x15 - You're All the World to Me

634. (4) - S4x15 - Unchained Melody

635. (4) - S4x17 - Against All Odds (Take a Look at Me Now)

636. (4) - S4x17 - Copacabana

637. (4) - S4x20 - Little Girls

638. (4) - S4x22 - I Love It

639. (4) - S5x05 - You Are Woman, I Am Man

640. (4) - S5x07 - Cheek to Cheek

641. (4) - S5x08 - Here Comes Santa Claus (Down Santa Claus Lane)

642. (4) - S5x08 - The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late)

643. (4) - S5x09 - Whenever I Call You Friend

644. (4) - S5x12 - Raise Your Glass

645. (4) - S5x13 - Loser Like Me

646. (4) - S5x14 - Don't Sleep in the Subway

647. (4) - S5x17 - NYC

648. (4) - S5x20 - Shakin' My Head

649. (4) - S6x01 - Dance the Night Away

650. (4) - S6x02 - Viva Voce

651. (4) - S6x03 - So Far Away

652. (4) - S6x04 - Whip It

653. (4) - S6x05 - Father Figure

654. (4) - S6x12 - Pony

655. (4) - S6x12 - I Kissed a Girl

656. (4) - S6x13 - Teach Your Children

657. (3) - S1x01 - Leaving On a Jet Plane

658. (3) - S1x03 - Mercy

659. (3) - S1x08 - I Could Have Danced All Night

660. (3) - S1x10 - Endless Love

661. (3) - S1x17 - Run Joey Run

662. (3) - S1x18 - One

663. (3) - S1x19 - Safety Dance

664. (3) - S1x21 - Tell Me Something Good

665. (3) - S2x05 - Planet, Schmanet, Janet

666. (3) - S2x13 - Somebody to Love

667. (3) - S2x15 - Afternoon Delight

668. (3) - S3x05 - Tonight

669. (3) - S3x07 - Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

670. (3) - S4x01 - Sister Christian

671. (3) - S4x01 - Never Say Never

672. (3) - S4x03 - Celebrity Skin

673. (3) - S4x04 - Mine

674. (3) - S4x11 - I Only Have Eyes for You

675. (3) - S4x20 - Everybody Hurts

676. (3) - S5x05 - Blurred Lines

677. (3) - S6x13 - The Winner Takes It All

678. (2) - S1x03 - I Wanna Sex You Up

679. (2) - S1x20 - Poker Face

680. (2) - S2x08 - Ohio

681. (2) - S2x13 - Baby

682. (2) - S2x16 - Jesus Is My Friend

683. (2) - S2x17 - I Follow Rivers

684. (2) - S2x19 - Nice to Meet You, Have I Slept with You?

685. (2) - S3x04 - Take Care of Yourself

686. (2) - S3x08 - Red Solo Cup

687. (2) - S3x20 - Mean

688. (2) - S4x08 - Whistle

689. (2) - S5x02 - Revolution

690. (2) - S5x12 - Happy

691. (2) - S6x04 - Rock Lobster

692. (2) - S6x04 - Bitch

693. (2) - S6x09 - Lose My Breath

694. (2) - S6x10 - The Trolley Song

695. (1) - S1x08 - Thong Song

696. (1) - S1x18 - Pink Houses

697. (1) - S2x04 - With You I'm Born Again

698. (1) - S3x01 - Big Spender

699. (1) - S4x11 - Baby Got Back

700. (1) - S5x07 - The Fox

701. (NA) - S3x07 - I'm the Only One

702. (NA) - S5x05 - If I Were a Boy

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Nothing Personal: the Playlist

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1. Peace - Taylor Swift

All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secret

2. Crave You - Flight Facilities ft. Giselle

Why can't you want me like the other boys do? They stare at me while I stare at you Why can't I keep you safe as my own? One moment I have you the next you're gone

3. Allies or Enemies - The Crane Wives

I swear I didn’t mean what I said I swear I didn’t mean it ... All is fair in love and war, but I can’t fight with you anymore This will be the death of me Are we allies or enemies?

4. Lemons - Brye

And I don't wanna encourage your abusive behaviour But I just can't let you win I'm legitimately tired of being walked all over By these insecure babies who think that they're men

5. Even if it’s a Lie - Matt Maltese

You're the girl to push away my doubt But it's too late and we’re too young to know

6. Champagne Problems - Taylor Swift

But you'll find the real thing instead She'll patch up your tapestry that I shredAnd hold your hand while dancing Never leave you standing Crestfallen on the landing

7. Cellophane - FKA Twigs

Didn't I do it for you? Why don't I do it for you? Why won't you do it for me? When all I do is for you?

8. Never Gonna Love Again - Lykke Li

How can we Turn around the heartache Oh I, I'm alone tonight babe And I'm never gonna love again

9. Landfill - Daughter

'Cause this is torturous electricity Between both of us and this is Dangerous 'cause I want you so much But I hate your guts

10. Hoax - Taylor Swift

You have beaten my heart Don't want no other shade of blue But you No other sadness in the world would do

11. I Threw Glass at my Friend’s Eyes and now I’m on Probation - Destroy Boys

You're ruining my life day by day The butterflies you give me are literally making me nauseous This is disgusting, like seriously dude What do you think you're doing?

12. Love Love Love - Of Monsters and Men

Well, maybe I'm a crook for stealing your heart away And maybe I'm a crook for not caring for it Yeah, maybe I'm a bad, bad, bad... bad person Well, baby I know

13. The Hearse - Matt Maeson 

I am the man we both couldn't stand I can't wash off the dirt from my hands What was it like to feel in love? What was it like to feel in love?

14. Greek Tragedy - The Wombats

This method acting might pay our bills But soon enough there'll be a different role to fill I love this feeling But I hate this part

15. Gold Rush - Taylor Swift

I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush Everybody wants you But I don't like a gold rush

16. Space Song - Beach House

What makes this fragile world go round? Were you ever lost? Was she ever found?

17. Boys Don’t Cry - The Cure

I would say I'm sorry If I thought that it would change your mind But I know that this time I have said too much, been too unkind

18. All You Had to do was Stay - Taylor Swift

Here you are now, calling me up, but I don't know what to say I've been picking up the pieces of the mess you made People like you always want back the love they pushed aside But people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye

19. She - Dodie

and I'll be okay Admiring from afar Cause even when she's next to me We could not be more far apart

20. John My Beloved - Sufjan Stevens

So can we pretend sweetly Before the mystery ends? I am a man with a heart that offends With its lonely and greedy demands

21. Dust to Dust - The Civil Wars

Let me in the walls You've built around We can light a match And burn them down

22. Fidelity - Regina Spektor

I never loved nobody fully Always one foot on the ground And by protecting my heart truly I got lost In the sounds I hear in my mind

23. Folding Chair - Regina Spektor

Maybe one day you'll understand I don't want nothing from you but to sweetly hold your hand Till that day, just Please don't be so down

24. Enough for You - Olivia Rodrigo

And maybe I'm just not as interesting As the girls you had before But God, you couldn't have cared less About someone who loved you more

25. Cold Cold Man - Saint Motel

Oh, my love I know, I am a cold cold man ... You're the only one worth seeing The only place worth being The only bed worth sleeping's the one right next to you

26. What are you so Afraid Of - Videoclub

What are you so afraid of? Is it love wasting your time?

27. Love - Daughter

I know you regret it, love You told me so many times But I still wonder Why You left with her And left me behind

28. I Hurt Too - Katie Herzig 

When an ocean sits right between us There is no sign that we'll ever cross You should know now that I feel the loss

29. Renegade - Big Red Machine ft. Taylor Swift

There was nowhere for me to stay, but I stayed anyway And if I would've known how many pieces you had crumbled into I might have let them lay ... You wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody Is it insensitive for me to say "Get your shit together so I can love you?" Is it really your anxiety that stops you from giving me everything? Or do you just not want to? ... You fire off missiles ’cause you hate yourself But do you know you're demolishing me? And then you squeeze my hand as I'm about to leave

30. Happier Than Ever - Billie Eilish

And I don't talk shit about you on the internet Never told anyone anything bad 'Cause that shit's embarrassing, you were my everything And all that you did was make me fuckin' sad

31. Rules - Jayme Dee

You say you know love, but you are just reflecting words you hear No iron in your veins to give you any sense of pain or fear It's just another lie, it's just another calculation And when the power's out, we're just another old sensation

32. Bitter Heart - Memi ft. Staffan Carlen

Suddenly you look like a stranger A face I knew, but I must've forgotten Emotional flicker, you were my everything

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Oh, I wish that you hadn't pulled the trigger Shot me down with my bitter heart

33. Brush Fire - Sierra Eagleson

How are you, lovely? Reddest rose between all these thorns Morning coffee And a voice to settle all the storms It's kind of funny Hearing you don't need me anymore Just say you love me

34. Sea of Doubts - Azure Ray

A spectator I played my part But nothing could move this heart Until i held the boys hand The little one spoke like a man He showed me death and said This is how you know you're alive

35. First Love/Late Spring - Mitski

So please hurry leave me I can't breathe Please don't say you love me 

36. Deep End - Birdy

Ooh, how do we mend? Ooh, I didn't choose to depend on you It's out of our hands Maybe it will work out in the end I don't know if you mean everything to me And I wonder, can I give you what you need? Don't want to find I've lost it all Too scared to have no one to call So can we just pretend?

37. And the Boys - Angus and Julia Stone

Well, it's been days now And you've changed your mind again All the cracks in the walls Reminds you of things we said And I could tell you That I won't hurt you this time But it's just safer To keep you in this heart of mine

38. Strange - Celeste

I am still me You are still you In the same place Isn't it strange? How people can change From strangers to friends Friends into lovers And strangers again

39. The Cut that Always Bleeds - Conan Gray

To say you loved me all along And kissed the bruises 'til they're gone Bittersweet, 'cause I can't breathe Inside your arms

'Cause if you're gonna leave Better leave, better do it fast Can't live another minute Bleeding from my back 'Cause I don't have another one For you to stab And I don't want to have Another heart attack

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But even though you're killing me I, I need you like the air I breathe I need, I need you more than me I need you more than anything Please, please

40. James - Maggie Rogers

"Too young, too thoughtless, " I said to myself With idealistic visions all perched on the shelf And I'm still hoping, waiting for you to come home

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Maybe you're in love or hung up on another And maybe you found a far prettier lover And maybe you'll paint her a picture like you did for me

41. Cry- Cigarettes After Sex

But I need to tell you something My heart just can't be faithful for long I swear I'll only make you cry

Maybe I'd change for you someday But I can't help the way I feel Wish I was good, wish that I could Give you my love now

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