#leave it by yes also! was like my third top song last year

[stevebabey]

🕺🏻- What are your top 5 songs from the 80s???

OOF nonnie only 5??? 😩 agony. i want u to know i litcherally went into my spotify stats to see statistically what i listen to the most <3 going for a versatile list here - and ofc, thank u so very much for sending this in, mwah!

in no particular order...

everywhere / fleetwood mac

owner of a broken heart / yes

thriller / michael jackson

girls on film / duran duran

fast car / tracy chapman

join the celebration <3

[caralara]

Hi!!! You went to the PinkPop Festival? How was it? I love reading fan experiences of Louis' shows (if you want to share of course if you don't ignore my ask).

Hiiii! Yes I did!!

So I have to say after the first day I absolutely hated everything and wanted to go home, and never wanted to do another festival again 😭

Our parking lot was cancelled the evening before we drove all the way to the Netherlands, the car rental didn’t have our car so we had to choose between a fiat 500 and an electric car to get us four plus camping equipment there - so I drove 9 hours, we arrived past midnight, had to set up the tent in the rain past midnight and I had to walk 45 minutes with my stuff after parking the car SOMEWHERE.

It rained the entire first day, but we wanted to go see Kawala because I had seen them open for Giant Rooks in Stockholm and Prague and they were lots of fun! Even though they were on first. I also met them on the festival grounds!! They’re really sweet, well, Daniel and Ben are, the main singer isn’t really my vibe tbh haha.

Then I went to go see Yungblud and DAMN! What a great show!! The energy is amazing, his voice and show is amazing, he came down to the barricade to sing with the fans and after the show he came back again and took time to take photos and talk to the fans. I was really impressed and started listening to more than just the one song I knew!

After I went back to the tent because I was utterly exhausted and completely freezing in the rain. Everything was muddy and our tents and sleeping bags were wet bc they couldn’t withstand all that rain. It was so disgusting. I was sad that I missed Måneskin and Avril Lavigne, but I was physically not able anymore.

Next day we didn’t manage to get to the entrance as early as we wanted to so the gates were already opened and we went straight to Louis’ stage, we slowly managed to get to the third row with people leaving after the sets, which was great.

First act was Joost Klein, and the vibe was so cool bc he had so much fun, it was completely crazy and the Dutch went NUTS! I actually enjoyed the Beatles cover band after him, but my friend fainted so I had to get out and stayed with her a bit at the medics centre before going back in. I didn’t enjoy Froukje so much to be honest, but it was the last act before louis!!

So I celebrated my birthday that weekend and when louis came on stage— the pit was PACKED and the crowd was sooo loud and all the non fans were so shocked the audience was so engaged at 6 pm haha! He looked incredible, and it was so fun to see him perform during the light of the day!! Steve didn’t even have a top on when they came out and that was awesome.

I had a bit of space and very small people in front of me so right at the beginning louis made eye contact with me and I gassed him up and he pointed back at me in a similar manner and it felt so special to get to interact with him again, it’s been a long six months without him 🥲

He was very focused on getting the singing right and tbh I think this was definitely one of his better shows when it comes to the singing haha, but it did make him a bit held back and stiff.

And although I understand that he chose to sing three 1D songs bc that’s what non-fans would recognise and be more inclined to look him up, I would’ve personally preferred tk her more of his solo stuff. The intros and arrangements have been changed a bit from when I saw him late last year, so it took a little while to actually believe it that he chose to sing 7 lmao, I was so “no it can’t be??” That I didn’t recognise it properly. During the teenage wasteland interlude he was going nuts again and he liked that, nodding to me hehe.

I also thought he wouldn’t come down to barricade, but he did although it was an awfully long way!! And then he was just gone and it felt like something had happened? And everyone was confused and no one applauded or cheered bc it was so confusing that suddenly he wasn’t there anymore.

After that I was super exhausted but happy!

We went to see Nothing But Thieves after and OH MY GOD I fell in love immediately and have been obsessively listening to their songs and I’m so glad I saw them life!! Conor looked soooo cool and comfortable on stage and with the crowd, we were seriously impressed.

Calvin Harris had a big nostalgia factor in it for me for my clubbing days in the 2010s 🥲 but it was a bit boring besides that bc he literally just DJs.

The last day was another early start for Sea Girls, I didn’t listen to them much bc I skipped the London show where they opened for louis last tour, but they were a lot of fun! And I’ve been listening to some of their songs as well.

After I went to see The K’s, they were charming but had some tech problems, and surprise! Andrew Cushin’s sound tech also did their sound! So we missed meeting him for a beer but he let us know that The K’s had a gig in my hometown the next day so I promised I’d try driving back super quickly to make it in time for their gig (I did lol and went for Kebap with them as well and tbh the front singer is a bit of a dick, but the guitarist was really sweet!).

We only half listened to Loreen which wasn’t really my thing and to James Arthur, who is super pretty? And had a great voice but I was so exhausted and frankly needed some alone time.

And then honestly the grand finale.

Hozier came on stage and maybe it’s something about the tonality of his voice with the way his guitar sounds? But it went straight into the back of my skull, down my spine and turning into violent goosebumps. I basically cried through his entire set but not bc I wasn’t feeling well or was sad I was just so emotionally overwhelmed by how physical and spiritual I felt his music right there live. It really was such a treat hearing him, and he seems sooo gentle and he’s sooo tall, and he brought out Ed Sheeran for Work Song which was crazy! The tears just wouldn’t stop coming.

And then Ed Sheeran was also insane. I was already still sort of one bump from being back to crying and he just was on stage alone?? Just him his guitar and his looper??? I was SO impressed. And he was very emotional, too. But calm. And I just cried about everything again, the songs, what he said about his wife, then little seven-ish year old boy so happy to be there and on his dad’s shoulders to see Ed, the friendship groups that held each other and the couples that enjoyed it together. It was a really beautiful experience and I felt so fucking grateful for the fact that I can enjoy music so haptically, that I get to have the ability to feel it SO deeply and that live music is gorgeous.

Thank you for asking lovely! I’m sure you just wanted to know about louis, but I really wanted to talk about all the acts I saw at Pinkpop!

[glindaupland]

The Phantom of the Opera | Seoul, South Korea | October 8-14th, 2023 [REVIEWS]

Wow it's about time I posted these reviews that I kept lying about (this week! tomorrow! in 10 years!) Better late than never?

In this post I'll drop a few general things about the production, but the performances are analyzed in my reviews linked here. I recommend reading those all in order since I revisit points about actors I've made previously along the way to avoid repeating myself. Also leaving a disclaimer that these performances are from October so there are some changes in what the actors are doing now (with the exception of Jeon Dong-seok since he left in November) Apologies in advance for my wordiness, but this is more of a "release my feelings for my sake and if anyone else likes it that's cool too" kind of thing? Listen - I wrote a lot of notes on my performances there. So just go in knowing this is the more coherent version of my insane looking notes app!

Before I start I want to thank a few lovely friends who helped me out with this trip because it wouldn't have gone as well as it did without them!

Thank you to @lucygold95 for helping me so much with planning over the past months and for giving me the best time in Busan. Thank you @capitanogiorgio for all the shenanigans we went through and the most special time going to the 1500th and meeting Yoon Young-seok. Thank you to @fadinglandtragedy for the fun talks and the good advice before my trip! The best part of things like this is making friends of course! : )

PERFORMANCE REVIEWS:

| October 8, 2023 | October 11, 2023 | October 12, 2023 | | October 13, 2023 (M) | October 13, 2023 (E) | October 14, 2023 |

STAGE & THEATER

This was as close to the original staging as possible. So I was able to take it in one more (or I guess 6 more?) times post-Broadway closing. The Charlotte Theater is a lot smaller than the Majestic so every view was pretty solid in my opinion, even the second to last row. I took a video of my view from 4th row under the chandelier during the exit music on October 11th so you can see! The angel and chandelier are shown halfway through. I'd say 5th row was almost the cut off for the chandelier drop (that was my spot next day) Broadway seats in this area were always too expensive for me so I'm glad I was able to grab these spots for this production

There were photo zones you can take pics at which you've probably seen. One was a large rose wall, the other was the cute statue of their mascot 오유령. People also take forever lining up for the cast boards for photos and yes I was one of those people. Here's a comparison of the cast boards from the second season (pictures I found when reading old reviews on Naver) and the cast boards now (I forgot to take a photo of one on the top floor though)

I found this review where someone took more detailed clean photos than I did if you're curious about the layout and decorations!

MERCH AND GIFTS

The tickets had these designs! If you booked on Yes24, you received a special envelope and a ticket holder with the face of the Phantom performing for that show

I only didn't receive a second Ju-taek because that was booked on another site - Interpark (bottom middle ticket). I also received paper masks with printed autographs every day I went to commemorate the 200th performance of the run/100th for Seoul and the 1500th overall Korean performance. We used them for the curtain call photos on those two dates (with Jeon Dong-seok then Kim Ju-taek). There are multiple versions of the program book and at the time of writing this I have all except the Daegu one. The first Busan program book was pretty bare and only had the teaser pictures - the same was the case for my Les Mis program book in Busan. -There are different photos in each one, so to me it was worth grabbing them all. My third version signed by Kim Ju-taek is currently on display as you can see below! (The writing says "내 노래를 날게 해 주오 - Make my song take flight") Once again thank you to Lucy for this! 🥹❤️

Here's some of my POTO merch (including a spare cupsleeve from the coffee shop next door, I also had a keyring, but I forgot to show it) RIP to the second program book I sacrificed for scans I still have the pages stored/displayed though! I'm not wasteful! I'll have more to post soon after sharing these reviews

TRANSLATION

Let me emphasize this: my Korean abilities are limited, so don't look to me as the expert on this at all. But I'll still share my notes and perspective as an outsider who's studying The lyrics have changed quite a bit since 2001-2. There are still lines kept or songs that are mostly similar. MOTN had a lot of similarity to 2009-11 even with its changes, STYDI was identical to 2009-11, but Angel of Music was pretty different from even the last season, etc etc. The Phantoms all have unique lines sprinkled here and there, mainly in MOTN (this happens sometimes in Korean musicals). You get some things like random single line changes in some parts depending on the actor or different order/wording of the same lines as well. Just tiny diversions from the script. This is the case for the Christines and Raoul to a lesser extent. Additionally, actors are often permitted to do some occasional improvisation/ad libs. Some unique lines are pretty normal parts of their interpretations now, some appear depending on the feeling of the performance, some are one time only events. I'll mention some of the actor-specific ones and such in their actual reviews, but I have been trying to mark down all of the differences like these for example

Of course, some things obviously have to be adjusted to make sense because of cultural / linguistic reasons. So one example would be the "Wrote...written" line in Notes I. Firmin speaks rudely and informally, but quickly tries adding a more respectful ending particle 요 after Raoul and André give him a shocked 'what did you just say?' kind of look. So "대체 뭘 썼다고 하는 건데...요!" is pretty much like "What the hell are you saying I wrote?" André would look so embarrassed by this each time 🫣

퇴근길 / STAGE DOOR

Stage door doesn't really work the same as it does in places like New York, London, etc. Most of the time if an actor comes out it's more like a quick greeting or chat with the fans. Some actors (not in this case) might sign or take photos in designated spots, but it really depends and it's not so common. It's gotten more restricted ever since COVID as well. 퇴근길 -> "way home from work" is literally what this is called. Dong-seok did wave at us a few times happily after the 200th performance, Gun-ha briefly came out to thank fans after the 1500th while Ceci and I waited to meet Young-seok who had agreed to meet us. I did not have the time (or strength) for the Seung-woo mob, but he usually greets fans after shows.

I literally asked Yoon Young-seok directly on Instagram if Ceci and I could meet him and give him gifts because I figured it didn't hurt to try! When he agreed, my anxiety was not necessarily about meeting an actor, but more about my ability to express my thoughts in another language. But he was truly the sweetest guy and incredibly patient. I think he got that I understood everything he said, but that replying was a whole other challenge. I'm glad I was making enough sense that he was able to get my points and helped me finish sentences if I looked stressed about it 😂 I basically told him I had been planning this trip since the cast announcement because it was too perfect to miss and that I came for 6 shows. I really like to listen to his Phantom on the cast recordings and I thought he made the shows I had seen so far so much fun.

We both said where we were from (the US and France) and he was amazed. He was also shocked when I pulled out my original Korean cast recording (I still laugh thinking about the way he said "와, 세상에!" like "Wow, oh my god!" and enthusiastically took it agreeing to sign when I was mid-way asking him haha) I also thought it was funny when he asked Ceci if she saw his Phantom last season. We wish! But she mentioned she had gone to Busan a few times and he looked very touched and appreciative that we went to multiple performances 🥹 This poor man was tired he signed our things with November (11.13) though and he also spelled Ceci's name wrong first time, but it was the 1500th show though okay. And if he says it's November...who are we to question him? Ceci should also legally change names so he isn't wrong. Anyway, ramble over you can find the art we made for him in this post

OTHER

Here's just bonus fun I had that I will manage to connect to POTO despite it not being POTO because I love doing that. I mean I went because I like these musicals as well (otherwise I would've been foolish enough to go see Ben-Hur but I have, uh, standards for my plots sorry to Park Eun-tae 😭), but it's fun to point out these things. I'm happy to share my show experiences in a different post if anyone's interested in my thoughts on those

Rebecca

I went to see Rebecca, mainly focused on seeing a scheduled date for 이지혜 Lee Ji-hye (Ich) and 장은아 Jang Eun-ah (Mrs Danvers). The whole cast was fantastic. Some Korean musicals have special encore bits they do where the leads sing a part of a song from the show during bows so that was really fun. Unfortunately, we don't get to have fun at POTO like that haha

Lee Ji-hye was in Y&K Phantom as Christine in the same cast as Jeon Dong-seok (Erik), Yoon Young-seok (Gérard Carrière), and Lee Sang-jun (Cholet). Two other cast members in Rebecca were in Y&K as well - 에녹 Enoch (Maxim) who was Philippe and 신영숙 Shin Young-sook (Mrs Danvers) who was Carlotta. Sadly, they had such few shows this season due to a busy schedule, so I couldn't see them (when will trot give Enoch back to musicals). Original Korean ALW Raoul and Y&K Erik 류정한 Ryu Jeong-han was also on rotation as Maxim, but I picked another day for my show so I didn't see him either

Les Misérables

I went to opening night of Les Mis in Busan! It was the Dream Theater, same place POTO played at before. As many of you already know, Choi Jae-rim is playing Jean Valjean at the same time as the Phantom.

I could recognize him easily as the Phantom, but honestly when he appeared at the very start of Les Mis it took me a minute to process that it was him! While I did enjoy his Phantom a lot, I think I enjoyed his Valjean performance a little more. It was only opening night, so curious to see how things develop!

The actor who played Javert that night, 카이 Kai (stage name), was a former Y&K Erik for two seasons too. So many Phantoms!

Frankenstein

On the last day I got to see Dong-seok and Ji-hye once more in a concert for the musical Frankenstein which they have been in together. So have some pics I took without a mask blocking his face!

Ending Note

Thinking back to December 2022 when I said: "Maybe I'll go to Seoul and see Dong-seok once or twice and that's it, I can have my first international POTO" That was funny. That was really very very funny and silly of me to say. 9 performances and 6 of those were POTO! But I'm so grateful and I have zero regrets about it. This is one of the best experiences I've had even if it might look ridiculous to some people to do something like this...I don't care! I hope my crazy essays can help paint a good picture for you!

[twicesserafim]

Falling for you.

-Twice, school au-

-y/f/i = your first initial-

Third Person Pov:

Sana was a year older then you in school, although she had friends ranging from all ages, grade 9 (her age), grade 8 (your age) and grade 7, she was also friend with some grade 6's since it all relied on maturity.

You just admired her from a far, she was like your hallway crush, although you knew her name and followed her on social media, she didn't even know who you were, or so you thought.

You had your best friend though, he was gay, yes. but he still helped you with your relationship problems, more like telling you if they would be a good partner or not. Ryan, or what you call him, 'the gay one'.

You weren't the most attractive person in the school but you were pretty up there, there was multiple people that liked you, three guys and two girls but you didn't want any of them, you wanted sana.

It was summer break but it was almost over so you had about a week to plan this out, you talked to ryan about it, he said to do whatever you want, your original plan was to go up to her with flowers but that's too.. bold for now.

So you came up with a plan, a note. youre putting a note in her locker, you wrote it down and took a look at your hand writing before re-writing it a few times just so it'll look better.

'idk if you're into girls at all but, honestly i've had a hallway crush on you since last year and i'm not sure how to feel, plus i'm a year younger so i don't feel like a have a chance but im still gonna shoot my shot here, anyways, enjoy the rest of your day :)

-y/f/i'

You had made a playlist, not exactly for her but filled with songs that you would want to listen to with her. You put in your airpods before letting out a soft yet quite sigh, leaning back in your chair.

"damn, you've got it bad-" "How. the fuck. did you get here?!" you asked as you threw a pillow at ryan's face, "you know a 'hey ryan! how've your been?' would've been perfectly fine! also, your window is open in rain, what a dumb idea."

"i love rain, what do you mean? now leave!" "so you can simp for sana? sure" he chuckled as you pulled him to the front door and pushed him out. You bit your bottom lip before thinking of what to do after that.

You decided to just let things happen in their own, if it works out then it works out, if it doesn't then- fuck. Now, it was the first day back to school. You kept an eye on her, now that you were sure of where her locker was.

You slid in the note at the top of the locker, you let out a shaky breath before continuing to walk to your first class, which thankfully, was with ryan. You told him that you did it and he freaked.

"SLAYYYY" "shut your ass up! who the fuck still says slay??" you grumbled before opening your book, "girl- you're gay, you don't do math" "okay just still, opening it makes it look like i'm doing something- i'm still good at math! i just don't like it!"

"ew, i forgot you like math" "shut your mouth, you whore, i like english more" "whatever, nerd." You rolled your eyes before putting your airpods in, completely ignoring what the teaching it talking about.

You opened a book you bought with you, heartstopper, volume 3. You started reading it but placed volume 4 on your desk to read it after, once you had looked up there were a few math questions on the board so you wrote them down.

Solving the questions before closing your math book and continuing with heartstopper, ryan chuckled making you look over at him, "over there dummy" he mumbled as you looked at where he pointed.

You pulled his hand down as you saw Sana sitting on top of one of her friends desk, of course she was skipping. you wondered how she even got good grades but you ignored it, you just gave ryan a little glare before looking back at your book.

Taking small glances at the girl you had always looked at in the hallways, you saw her holding a light beige note in her hand, it looked like old vintage paper.

You knew immediately, that was the note you slipped into her locker. She looked like she was talking to her friends about it but when they asked to see it, she shook her head and backed away from them.

Hiding it in her hand as she opened it, you saw a smile grow on her face as a light blush covered her cheeks, you were still looking at the book but was mainly looking sana's reaction.

You saw her mumble "cute.." making you look back to your book with a small gulp, "i don't get it" you heard ryan say as he looked at the math on the board, "dumbass" "shut up nerd" "ha, i have more friends then you"

"you're friends with like our whole class (8d) 8a, 8b and half of 8c and like 9a and 9b!" "yeah, exactly, you just got me, that's it" "shut up, at least im not a nerd" "at least i have friends" "Sana! go back to your class!" your teacher said as sana groaned.

"fine." she grumbled, and that's when you noticed, she's been sitting in a chair behind you, not even a desk, it's almost like a beanbag. It's only 2-3 feet away from you, which means she could hear everything you two were saying.

You heard her chuckle before ruffling your hair, "see you later miss popular" you froze for a few seconds before nodding, "yeah.. see you- who tf still says that??" sana ignored you and continued, "oh yeah, are you getting drinks for lunch? if you are, do you think you could get me one?"

"sure" you agreed as she sent you a small smile before leaving, "what the hell has my sad single ass just witness." "shut up, you could get someone if you wanted to" "oh really? who!" "any gay bitch, the fuck?"

"ugh, the homophobia" he muttered before you turned your attention back to the music, after listening to it for a little, the first bell rang, which meant the first period was over.

But you had english, which to you, was lucky. You grabbed a paper from your backpack before cutting a small square and scribbling down another note for sana, quickly looking to see if any of her friends were there. Nope.

So you put it in her locker as you walked to yours which was only a few steps away from hers, you saw her laughing with Momo, Mina and Nayeon before going to her locker. "i need to check my schedule, it changes every year."

Sana complained before you saw her opening her locker, the note immediately fell down as she caught it, putting it in her pocket before any of the others could see.

"ew, english, the class is.. 9d?" she muttered before placing her schedule back and grabbing a pencil, "should i just skip?" you silently prayed she wouldn't because your class was also 9d.

"no, you skipped last period" "but nayeon unnie!-" Sana was cut off by Jeongyeon who was now behind her, "go to class, sana" she groaned but locked her locker and walked into the room.

You also grabbed a pencil, walking in after her, you were assigned to sit in the corner. Well. guess who sat beside you, sana. You peeked at the note that she was reading, definitely yours.

You sat down making her slightly jump, "sorry, didn't mean to scare you" "it's okay" she smiled before you raised an eyebrow, "what's that?" "well.. a love note?" "oh really? from who?" "don't wanna talk about it"

"..okay?" this time, this note had both of your initials at the end (exp: r. jeong), about 30 minutes you saw sana peeking at your work before a smile spread on her face, "what?" you asked before she shook her head.

"meet me at the rooftop after school" "what why?" "you'll see" you were confused but nodded anyways, gym was next. All grade 8's and all grade 9's had gym together.

You grabbed your phone before sending ryan a text, 'ew gym is next' 'ikr, disgusting' you put your phone it your pocket before adding the last sentence to your paper.

"i'm done- you haven't even started" you mumbled over to sana as she shrugged, "whatever, i don't care about english" "really? why?" "don't know, ugh this is so boring.." "wanna skip?"

You swear you saw her eyes light up as she nodded, screw it, there was only 15 minutes left anyways. You walked up to the teacher, handed in your paper and as she looked at it, you sent sana a signal to run.

Sana ran out without getting caught before you asked to go to the washroom, the teacher said yes before you left after her, "since when were you the type to skip?" "i always skip, i just don't skip like you do" "yeah, whatever, nerd"

"i'm not a nerd?" "sure" she chuckled before grabbing your hand and pulling you to the stair case and going under it before she planned on just sitting there, "what are you doing?" you asked as she sat down.

"not getting caught, duh?" "no dummy, ive been caught there before, stand up" you pulled her up before grabbing a key from your pocket, opening the door that was only for staff. "what the? how do you have a key to here, most teachers don't even have it?"

"listen, being a good student makes it easier to steal things like this" "damn, you really aren't a nerd or a good person after all huh?" "shut it." you chuckled before pulling her into the room.

"what the, there's like nothing here." she muttered as you shrugged, "it's like a small square too.. what do they use this for?" "probably nothing, or when they need extra space for supplies?" "huh, makes sense"

Sana paused before continuing, "do you wanna skip gym with me?" "seriously?" "they don't care about one thing of attendance missing" "i know but like, with me? we barely know each other" "so? i like being with you."

"um.. wouldn't your friends worry about where you are?" "nope, they know already, i always skip gym" "but you go see them" "nah, it's fine, i prefer being with you, is there too little space over there? come over here."

She patted the spot beside her as you moved forward before sitting beside her, she placed her head on your shoulder making you pause confused, "goodnight" she muttered as you furrow your eyebrows.

"don't sleep on me" you chuckled as she rolled her eyes, "fine, then i'll do this" she laid her head on your lap before taking your phone out of your pocket. "still on me you know" "shut it." she chuckled before giving you your phone.

"hey, how about we make a deal" "what?" "you wanna skip with me, right?" "mhmm" "then, how about, you go to english for the rest of the month, no skipping more then half of the class and then, i'll skip gym with you for the rest of the month"

"ugh.. why english?" "and you have to do the work" "seriously?" "yup" "..fine whatever" she sighed before looking down at you, "i'll do it" "yay!" Sana shook her head with a light smile before leaning back, slowly drifting off to sleep.

"sana" you mumbled as her eyes fluttered open, a soft yawn left her lips as she sat up, "bell rings in 2 minutes." "i don't wanna be awake.." she whined as you chuckled, "well, it's lunch now"

"are you hungry?" "no" "okay, then goodnight" she muttered before laying back down and sleeping in your lap, "wait, sit here" you muttered as she sat up, sitting in between your legs.

Her head fell onto your shoulder as you hesitated but wrapped your arms around her waist before pulling out your phone, just scrolling on it, listening to music with airpods until lunch was over.

The bell rang as sana groaned, "you kept me warm.. thank you" she muttered as you sent her a small smile, "of course, now, what class do you have?" "i'm not sure, i think it's photography 9" "oh, i have photography 8"

"oh hey, since we're both doing photography, let's just hang out, we're in different classes but we're aloud to leave the school grounds to take photos.. let get some food, we skipped lunch, im hungry"

You rolled your eyes, "what? we can take pictures of the food, it's not like we're skipping, we're aloud to do that" "fine" "let's get chicken and cheese balls? please?" "huh? am i paying?" "yeah" "no way"

"pleaseee" you stared at her for a few seconds before sighing, "i am spoiling the fuck out of you today" "thank you!" "okay, hurry, let's go to our classes to get our attendance before leaving" "okay" sana mumbled as you two went to your classes.

"oh! we meet up at the main entrance" you nodded as you both opened the door and went inside. About 5 minutes later, you grabbed your wallet, phone and keys before going to the main entrance.

"took you long enough" "sorry but i was grabbing my wallet because a specific SOMEONE wants me to pay for their meal" you replied as she chuckled, "let's go, im hungry" "okay, okay"

...

"y/n, give me your number. we won't have to meet on the rooftop" you complied and typed in your number before returning your phone as sana smirked a bit, "we should get going back to school soon" "alright"

...

You opened up your locker as a note fell down making you slightly confused as you opened it and read what the note said.

"i know your initials, darling. i like you too. i have for a while now so.. text me later <3

-M.S, btw our last name is Minatozaki, love.'

Your jaw dropped, you turned to her locker, she wasn't there, until you saw her, just walking out the school doors, she had left. You would go to her but she's with too many friends right now. "holy shit."

...

"you know our deals over right?" you asked sana as she sat down beside you with a soft smile, "i'm not skipping this class anymore" "why not?" "i wanna be with you" "i'm gonna go to gym again though" "me too"

You were a little shocked, you've known sana, not personally but just as someone who went to the same school for about 2 years and she's only gone to one gym class. "what?" "i'll be with you."

You softened, "thank you" "for what?" "caring about your studies again" "who said i did? i care about you, not my studies." "and i care about your studies.. you'll listen to me right?" sana grumbled a bit as you pecked her cheek.

"do your work" "yes ma'am" she mumbled as a blush filled her cheeks.

...

2 months later..

"sana go to class!" "no way!" "what class is it?" "the teacher i hate" "honey, you go to study not to talk to the teacher" "you're not in that class" "sana." you scolded as she groaned. "fine.. you owe me!"

"no i don't!" She pouted but turned into the room making you smile a bit, "she really loves you" You heard Nayeon say as you turned around. "we've been trying to convince her to go to that class for the past 4 months"

Jeongyeon continued as you looked at her sit down and pull her phone out. you sent her a text. 'focus. phone away, now.' You saw her lean her head back complaining but shoved her phone in her pocket.

You had a free period, you were aloud to go in so you were going to in maybe 20 minutes? you just needed a small break outside you left. After 20 minutes, you slipped into her class. You saw her on her phone.

You snatched it out of her hand and put it into your pocket cussing her to glare at you as you just raised an eyebrow back. "babe, give me my phone" "nope" "please? i won't go on it" "liar." Sana pouted but complied as she picked up her pencil again.

She finished writing as she handed it in and went to you, who was sitting on the side of the classroom. "hey baby" sana mumbled as you smiled a bit, "good job, sha." "can i have my phone back now?"

"hm.. i'm playing on it" "what? what about your phone?" "it's charging over there" "oh, well then what do i do?" "stay with me" "wont say no to that" you chuckled a bit as sana wrapped her arms around your waist.

Standing in between your legs. "i love you.." she mumbled as your eyes widened, "you don't have to say it back but-" "i love you too" sana's eyes lit up at your response before lightly kissing your jaw. Before burying her face back into your neck.

...

3 months after the day:

"y/n?" "sha, what's up?" "i need to tell you something and i'm so sorry.." "what? why?" "you.. it was a dare. but i really did fall-" "don't say a word. i don't wanna hear it." "im sorry" "don't be, it's fine." "wait y/n-" "no."

...

2 weeks later break up:

"i'm sorry" "huh?" "i still love you." "sana-" "no. let me finish, please. i love you so much it hurts. it might've been a dare but i really did. fall for you. I fell so hard for you, when i look at my future i don't see you as the person in the background. You're there. With me."

You stared at her for a few seconds as tears streamed down her cheeks, before she bit the inside of one and continuing to speak. "please. it wasn't a dare, not to me. Give me one more chance. I love you, so much more than you know."

"are you being honest or is this another dare?" she shook her head frantically. "no! never a dare. not anymore, no more dares. never again." "good" "wait- does that mean?" "one chance, don't fuck up" Sana pulled you into her arms before kissing the top of your head.

"i love you."

...

"high school sweethearts?" "yup" "that's adorable" "thank you" sana smiled. "when's the wedding" "oh we actually planned on just having a elope and a party" (elope is getting married in private, can even just be the two of you.)

"oh? how come?" "her idea, i liked it. we went with it" "where's the ring?" "we both have one, she's at home right now but i'm wearing mine" "that's sweet. elopes are better then weddings, and less expensive too"

"i agree" sana said as the guy spoke up again, "what about kids?" "we're looking at it" "how long have you been together?" "10-11 years" "wow" "yup. i was 15-16 and she was 14-15" "that's amazing" "thank you, but i really have it go now. i'm sorry, she's texting me"

"nono, it's all good. Go to your wife, sana" she blushed at the word wife before she got into the car and drove home. "hi honey" she mumbled as soon as she got into the house. "sha" "yes?" "where were you" "catching up with a friend, why?"

"nothing, just wondering" "something on your mind?" "nope" "are you jealous?" "no? why would i be" she smirked a bit, "i love you, remember that" "love you too? why're you saying this"

"you're jealous aren't you?" "no? i'm not" "liar" "..maybe a little" She chuckled a bit. she pecked your shoulder, "love you more than anything" "i love you more, sha." "impossible, love you most" you hummed before you melted into her embrace.

"i'm glad that your friends forced you to do this dare" she scowled at your words, "bring that up again and i'll kill them" you chuckled a bit, "you're more mad then i am" "i made you cry." "you did" "i don't like doing that.."

you smiled slightly, "i'm supposed to make you smile, not cry, never cry" "you've made me cry a few times, not including that, when we were arguing.." you raised an eyebrow, "you know i'm sorry" "i know, i'm just teasing"

"you cried and i stopped talking immediately and pulled you into my arms! even when you pushed me away" "you yelled at me!" "i said i was sorryyyy" you both laughed a bit before sana pecked your lips.

"i love you and i can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." "i love you too, sha."

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Dude I absolutely adore your blog and your OC?? Disco spider is everything I strive to be in life 😭

Also, about disco spider. Does she have any powers outside of like the normal set spider powers? [Like Miles invisibility and electricity?]

Thank you so much!! Disco was the whole reason I learned how to draw recently lol

But yes, she does!! (sorry if this is long cause it kinda has to do with her arc and theres like a story behind it sorryr lojfkghdjj)

Disco-Spider's Summer Song

Diane's special attack is her Summer Song, otherwise called 'A Donna' by her team-mates. It's kind of a 'Black Canary' type power, named after the Disco singer Donna Summer rather than the season.

While performing or in battle, Diane can belt a high-note loud and high enough short near-by electronics and stun or daze people.

The dazing effect is useful for giving performances a mystifying feeling, but unlike Miles cannot do it on command nearly as easy.

It doesn't work if she yells, and she has to warm up her scales to even be able to attempt it.

They're less like Ariana Grande whistle notes and more like the belted notes of the song 'Funkytown'.

If it's done without some form of music, it's nearly impossible to do - and she has only done it without music maybe 3 times before - once being at Miguel after Gwen gets sent home.

She can however attempt it more if she's playing her bass Opal. However she'd never go swinging Opal around in battle the way Hobie does (lol)

Disco, Hobie, & the Summer Song more context on how it plays into her arc

About a year into knowing each other, Diane and Hobie discovered during a battle that her Summer Song reacts to Hobie's guitar playing

Albeit with a lot of drawbacks.

The power is a lot less predictable with Hobie's music style - and when she attempts to hit a Donna, it's effects will be partially influenced by his playing.

This is implied, with her Summer Song being most powerful when the both of them are playing.

But every successful Donna she's hit with Hobie leaves her voice raw for at least at day. Hobie's music is heavily influenced by the Gwen Stacy of his universe, and although Diane can match her range, she sits a whole octave above Diane.

Because of that, singing with Hobie - in battle or on stage - pushes her to the top of her register. So they don't do it often. Besides, she hates singing hard rock.

BUTTT the two of them do have a 'secret weapon' they haven't ever tried in person. At one point in knowing each other, Hobie and Diane dated for two weeks, fought the entire time, wrote and an album and then broke up.

They actually were in a pretty sour place at the time, and the last argument they had came down to eventually making a song together to settle it - a very angry and uptempo funk-rock song.

They have only ever played the song twice.

The time they played it before the breakup - it was enough to cause a good chunk of damage to Hobie's houseboat, and they broke up immediately after.

The second time they played it, it was Gwen's idea in an attempt to get them to reconnect. The three of them polished the song, with Gwen acting as mediator on drums.

The effects of the finished song were pretty catastrophic (in a good way) -

However it took a large hit to Diane - causing her to lose her voice for 3 or so days. She slept most of that time and was completely exhausted and out of it. A bit guilt-ridden, Hobie took care of her then and they rekindled from there.

Now they're back to being close - somethings. A good something, though.

They still haven't played the song again. Hobie always pushed Diane to develop vocally and push herself range wise, but that song is probably the only time he's like 'hey maybe dont go for that one.'

but Diane is adamant that if they were to try a third time, they'd get it completely right.

And for anyone who read this far (thank you soo much!!!!), and this is the song they 'wrote' before their breakup

[It's by Kimbra, the woman who featured on 'Somebody I Used to Know'. It's a rock-funk song where her vocal range is CRAZY. Her voice could totally tear a houseboat to shreds]

[noratilney]

20 Questions for Writers

I was tagged by @asirensrage! Thanks!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 24 as of answering this.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

44,041

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently? Riverdale, A Song of Ice and Fire, and The Vampire Diaries/The Originals. That doesn't mean everything else is out of the question, just not what's on my radar at the moment.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

buried hopes sprout anew (Harry Potter) a.k.a. the trans!Al fic I wrote back in 2017 kind of on a whim that appears to continue to resonate, kudos: 308

city lights on the water (One Day at a Time) was written for an exchange but really enjoyed writing it (possibly yuletide, I don't quite remember), kudos: 155

on the outside (looking in) (Gilmore Girls) the Gigi character study, kudos: 85

Poor Man's Summer (A Song of Ice and Fire) this was definitely written for an exchange and it's a popular ship so the reception doesn't surprise me (although I would have guessed that it would have ranked higher), kudos: 82

hope is in the dawn (A Song of Ice and Fire) same as above although the ship is more mid-level popularity by comparison, kudos: 68

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Usually yes. I’m sometimes slow and bhsa and my somewhat related other fic solace get the most comments of all my fic and some of the comments are very similar to previous comments so I’m not responding to every single one anymore. But I do love comments and I do try my best to respond to them.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I uh…haven’t finished a non-one shot fic in my life, unfortunately, so uhhh I guess there are two possible alternatives to this question. The first is what fic has the angstiest ending based solely on what I’ve posted to-date and the answer to that would be someone to look after you. The second is what fic will have the angstiest ending by the time it’s finished and the answer to that is obviously subject to change but will most likely be Deepwater.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I mean, see above but let’s see, the fic with happiest ending based solely on what I’ve posted to-date is you’re my christmas and the fic that will have the happiest ending by the time it’s finished, obviously subject to change, is How to Survive the Annual Downton Christmas Party.

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

No, not really. One time someone posted a kind of hate comment on city lights where they told me that Syd and Elena should have had sex in the fic. It mostly made me laugh because it’s such a weird comment to leave. Also, Syd’s sister was literally right there?

9. Do you write smut?

I have written some, yes. I haven’t posted any yet though. Two different steps for me! 😅

10. Do you write crossovers?

Nope! I’m not really big on crossovers, actually, since I get a lot of hangups on differing world workings.

I did have a fusion fic I was working on for a friend at one point back in time. (For me, fusion usually means characters from fandom a and characters from fandom b in a neutral setting or a setting from a third fandom.) It was a Clary Fray/Kira Yukimura pairing set at Hogwarts.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

No but I’m not opposed.

14. What‘s your all-time favorite ship?

Oh, that’s a difficult one. It kind of depends on what type of genre I’m fixating on and I also write a lot of oc x canon fic, especially going back the past five years, and usually that’s because I’m not really satisfied with the ship options for the canon character (not always, sometimes just because it’s fun to play in the sandbox but definitely a lot). I would say Sybil x Tom from Downton Abbey have been pretty long-lasting for me and also I adore Buffy x Tara from BTVS.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All of them? 😅😭

16. What’s your writing strengths?

I wish I knew! 

No, okay, I think what I am good at is foreshadowing. My absolute favorite fic comment of all time is a commenter who said that they only noticed a detail on second reading but it hit them really hard. Like, they reread my work and they noticed that poignant detail? Dream reader and commenter!

Related, I think I’m good at writing things from a pov that might not notice the significance or meaning of something but it’s clear enough that a reader will catch it if they’re not skimming or speedreading. 

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

I think what I need to work on is a descriptions, as in I could probably fill a page with words and words describing a scene but I need to learn how to use less is more to paint a vivid picture and draw the reader’s eye to an important detail or two.

Dialogue is also very hit or miss for me. Sometimes I think of dialogue while doing other stuff/out of the middle of nowhere and that I usually think is good. What I’m a lot less good at is writing dialogue when I’m writing a scene and it reaches the dialogue portion which I haven’t gotten to in my head/imagining yet.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

This is a super open-ended question. Uh, I would say there are many possible ways to do this. So far, it hasn’t been something I’ve had to wrestle with but I know going forward that I will have to. I think it depends on how much text the dialogue is? Beyond a few sentences, I think it becomes kind of cumbersome to have text in a language distinct from the text of the overall piece. (I’m definitely biased because I don’t care if the language is untranslated if I personally can understand it. 😅) I think it also makes a difference if the language is supposed to be understood by the characters/pov character as well.

I guess I’m not saying don’t do it but do think about what the reader will be thinking.

Here’s a good post about it/asking about it from a couple months back. Make sure to look through the notes!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Pretty sure it was HP on my old, old fanfiction.net account.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

I think my favorite fic that I’ve written so far is Stardust. I wrote it for a friend as a part of a little informal exchange and it was really great to get in the head of a character who I like but don’t think about very much and who is quite different from the kinds of characters I usually like. I think I was able to write a really strong characterful piece that doesn’t contradict anything established by canon in the character’s backstory as well as make it a contained, thoughtful fic. 

tagging: @bluebell-winter, @joaquinwhorres, @kendelias, @foxesandmagic, @wordspin-shares and anyone else who would like to do this!

[nadja-antipaxos]

REBEL REBEL

Title:  Rebel Rebel 

Fandom: Stripes 

Pairing: Russell Ziskey x OFC

Summary: Before he enlists, Russell Ziskey has an amazing one-night stand and wakes up alone. To his surprise, 18 months later, she interviews him and John about their rescue and doesn't seem to remember him at all.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: swearing, sexual jokes, smoking (cigarettes and pot), PIV protected sex, oral (male and female receiving)

Word Count: 5,641

Author’s Note:  What can I say? I adore Harold Ramis and have it bad for Russell. I cooked up this fun little one-shot and had a blast with this couple. It's strictly from Russell's third-person POV which I usually don't do. I don't know anything about the army so if the promotions are inaccurate, I don't care. Also, yes, I know Lance Link Secret Chimp was on 10 years before Stripes, but it's too funny not to mention. Title from the David Bowie song. Graphic by me. Please enjoy and leave kudos, comments and the like if you did.

AO3

With a sharp turn out of the classroom, Russell Ziskey’s chest hits something solid. Well, rather, someone.

“Shit.” A quiet, husky voice mutters.

He looks down to see the voice belongs to a petite brunette woman with a long French braid.  The top of her head meets his shoulder.

She looks professional but young as if she isn’t quite used to being out of the university setting.

“I’m sorry.” Russell steps back with his hands out.

“No, I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” She gestures behind her. “I just saw two guys singing ‘Da Doo Ron Ron’ with Eastern European accents.”

“What now?” He blinks.

“You know? The Shaun Cassidy song?” She tilts her head. She sings the chorus a little and her voice is sweet.

“Really? Wonder where they learned that.” Russell clears his throat and looks off.  

“It was kinda funny.” She laughs and shakes her head. Man, she has a stunning smile. “Sorry for running into you.”

“It’s okay.”

Before she can walk off, he sidles up to her. He never sees any women this pretty around here. He’d let her bump into him any day of the week.

“I gotta say your English is great. I don’t think you need lessons.” He cracks a smile.

“I’m here to teach.” She smirks and keeps walking.

“That’s very altruistic of you.” It’s very easy to keep up with her short quick strides.

“Hardly. Saving up for a move.” She peers down at her application. “You teach here?”

“Yeah. Just started.” He rubs his hand across his jaw. “Russell Ziskey.”

“Adelaide Glaser.” She keeps hold of her paper. “Bet you got picked last for all the sports in gym class.”

“What makes you think I’m not a former All-American?” He cocks a dark eyebrow.

“Z. Last letter of the alphabet.” She looks up, amused.

“Oh, you’re gonna be a great teacher.” He chuckles when she scrunches her nose at him.

They make it to the end of the hallway where she gives it to the office. The secretary takes it and hands her a schedule.

“You start Thursday.”

“Thank you.”

He trails behind her, not too sure what to say. She stops walking.

“Did you need something?”  She peers up at Russell with big brown eyes.

“What’re you doing tonight?” He rests his arm against the wall trying to seem casual.

“The usual.” She deadpans. “Blowing guys at the bus station.”

Russell nearly snorts. She just lifts her eyebrows. She looks very innocent, but she’s got a mouth on her.

“This must be some move.”

“The rent in New York is brutal.”

“Can I take you out tonight?”

She studies him, letting her eyes rove over him.

“I’m very attached to my spleen.”

His brows knit together.

“But you don’t look like a killer.”

“I promise if we go out all your organs will remain intact. And your knees get to rest for the night.”

She laughs again and Russell can’t help but smile. She pulls a notebook out of her purse, jots down her number, and hands it to him.

“You know the alphabet and you have great penmanship. You’ve got this in the bag.”

She lifts her eyebrows again with amusement. “How does 8 sound?”

“8 is good.” He looks at the clock on the wall. “I gotta get back to teaching, but I’ll see you tonight, Adelaide.”

“See ya, Russell.” She rolls her R a bit and walks away.

After work, Russell leaves John a message canceling their plans before he calls Adelaide. Her roommate Paula answers and hands the phone off. They agree to meet at a bar. He’s willing to pick her up, but she declines.

The bar is crowded and noisy. It’s practically impossible to hear each other. Russell believes his choice might’ve been a bust.

“Why are you moving?” He feels like he’s screaming.

“I love you.” He knows that’s not what she said. So, he leans closer and inhales the warm scent of her perfume. She brings her mouth up to his ear. “I love news. Got an office job working for a local station.”

Russell nods with relief. He didn’t think she seemed clingy or attached, but he had been wrong before. Her face is inches from his now and he could kiss her so easily. He likes the wine-colored lipstick on her mouth. Fuck, those eyes are looking up at him with a challenge. Before he can make a move, someone yells and a body hits the floor.  

The body pops back up and a full-on fight breaks out. Adelaide looks at him and jerks her head to the door. There’s no need to stick around for this. Russell throws cash on the bar and follows her before she disappears into the crowd.

The cold air hits his face the minute they step outside. She adjusts her black peacoat and blue scarf. He lifts her braid up so it doesn’t get caught.

“Thanks.” She digs in her purse for a cigarette.

“Good call getting out of there.” He looks back at the window before another body gets slammed into it.

“Let’s keep walking.” She chuckles and gives up on her purse searching.

“Mmm, yeah.” Russell nods.

They keep walking until she sees a 24-hour diner.

“Too low rent for you?” She wiggles her eyebrows.

“Not at all.” He smirks.

She checks for traffic before jogging across the street and he joins her.

The diner has a lot of customers, but nothing compared to the bar. They get a booth after he tries to suggest the counter and she just points to her short legs. They’re short, but killer in her black tights, but Russell doesn’t say that.

She gets pancakes and he orders a burger. The only downside is that the diner does not serve alcohol. She looks at the television hanging above the counter.

“Think you’d ever do that?” She nods to the army commercial.

“I’m a little old for it.” He looks at the television and back at her. “Would you?”

“I’m more of a pacifist.” She shrugs.

“Oh, I see, Yoko.”

“They’re just trying to help. Could use a little more peace.“

“And they stay in bed all day.”

She shakes her head, but he sees a small smile tugging on the corner of her mouth

“So, what do you do besides teaching immigrants how to sing and swear?”

“Hey, that wasn’t me.” He looks down at his plate.

“You have a tell when you lie.” She leans forward.

“What?” He tilts his head.

“My dad’s a shrink. Makes me a good poker player.” She muses. “You break eye contact when you lie. It’s common.”

“That would be really creepy if you weren’t incredibly hot.” Russell laughs.

“But I’m good?” She raises her eyebrows and lifts her chin. “I can carry it off?”

“Absolutely.” He smiles, locking eyes with her.

“So, I’m an aspiring journalist, you’re…” She gestures from herself to him.

“Tarzan?” He squints then chuckles. “I don’t really know. Followed a friend here after college from Chicago. See what happens.”

“Midwestern Jewish boy.” She teases.

“Hey, I grew up in the city.”

“It’s why you’re so tough.”

“Obviously.” He arches an eyebrow. “So, Glaser? You part of the tribe?”

“Yes, yes, I am. Not that I’m religious or anything.”

“Me neither. Our mothers must be very disappointed.”

“I'm sure they are.” She muses.

When they’re done, Russell opens his wallet and Adelaide puts her hand on his.

“I can pay. I’m a very cheap date. Pancakes and a coke.”

“That’s why you should let me pay. I was willing to shell out more.”

“Oh yeah? How much?”

“For a classy chick like you? Steak dinner, at least.”

“Gotta make it my while for missing out on the bus station.”

“Exactly.” He pays and they walk to the exit.

He opens the door for her.

“Who said chivalry is dead?” She applauds.

“I do my best.” He smiles. It didn’t really feel like a date. Yes, he is very attracted to her and he knows she likes him, but he didn’t feel the need to try to put on a front. She’d see through it anyway.

“So, it’s almost ten. What are you normally doing right now?” She asks. “And don’t lie. I’ll know if you do.”

“Probably be a little buzzed from the bar, go home, get high, and watch Lance Link Secret Chimp.”

Her brown eyes widen. “Okay, you’re making that last part up. That’s not a thing.”

“It is! It’s a secret agent and he’s a chimp and they dub his voice. It’s for kids, but it’s fucking crazy. They show it before the channels go off.” He puts his hands up.

“This better not be a ploy to get me to your apartment.” She narrows her eyes.

“Have a little faith. Besides, baby, if it was, it’d be a little better than a monkey spy.”

They walk back to his car and he drives to his place. She follows him up the stairs.

“Are you feeling safe about your spleen and other organs?”

“I am.” She grins at him and he can’t help but grin back. He really likes this girl.

She follows him inside to the couch where he flips on the television. True to his word, there’s a chimpanzee with a gun and another in a wig. It’s ridiculous.

“You want a nightcap?” He offers.

“I’m pretty sure you mentioned getting high.” She opens her coat and throws it over the arm of the couch.

His eyes move over her form-fitting green sweater and black skirt. Her hips are curvier than he originally noticed. He stops staring at her and rolls a joint. He lights it, inhales, and hands it to her. She inhales much more deeply than he expects before giving it back.

Ten minutes later, the joint is smoldering in the ashtray, the chimp in the wig yells for Lance, and Russell’s on the floor of his apartment hovering over Adelaide.  She takes the hand on her hip and places it higher on her breast. She moans as he spreads his long fingers to knead the soft flesh through her sweater. She’s heaven. He pulls back.

“No.” She murmurs chasing his lips.

“No?” He looks at her.

“Yes.”

He lifts his hands and she sighs. She shakes her head trying to get her thoughts straight.

“I mean, I don’t want you to stop kissing me.”

“I don’t either. I just think we should get off the floor. “ He gets to his feet and swoops her up before she says anything. Her legs squeeze his waist.  “Kinda got a roach problem.”

“Ahh, did they lure you in with cheap rent?”

“Mhmm.” He kisses her again.

“Are there any in your bedroom?” Her arms wind around the back of his neck.

“None.”

“We should probably go in there, huh?”

“Yes, we should.”

She rubs herself against the growing hardness on his thigh and he nearly bolts into his bedroom. He takes off his glasses and sets them on the nightstand while she tugs her sweater over her head. He shrugs off his sweater and throws it somewhere in his room. She pulls him to her by his belt buckle and kisses him. He shucks his pants down and kicks them off. Before she touches her tights, he stops her.

“I wanna do that.”

“Oh?”

She lays back on the mattress while he kneels on it and tugs her gently to him by the ankle.

“You have great legs.”

“They’re short.”

“Still great.”

He rolls the waistband down and kisses her stomach holding himself over her. She sighs, closing her eyes. He peels the fabric down kissing every newly exposed inch of skin until they’re off. She looks at him, breathless. She smiles at the tent in his boxers and opens her legs a little wider.

She gasps as he mouths at the fabric before pulling her underwear off. He groans and shoves his head further between her thighs. She’s gripping onto his thick curly hair and moans his name. She laughs, almost giddy. He eases in two fingers and her back arches off the bed.

“That good for you?” He pants creating a steady rhythm.

“Yes—oh!” Her hand hits the mattress.

His mouth latches onto her and she whimpers. “Don’t stop. Please. Please. Russell, please.”

She’s rocketing towards her peak, legs trembling around his head. She looks fantastic like this. Every sound makes him want to shove his hips into the mattress for some kind of relief. She barely recovers when she surges forward and pushes him back against the pillows.

“Condoms?” She unhooks her bra and tosses it.

“Top drawer.” Russell chokes out, head spinning.

He hears the foil tear and bucks his hips when she grabs him. He hears her whine and looks to see her dipping her fingers in between her legs. She runs her glistening hand over him in a few strokes. It’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

Her hands seek purchase on his shoulders as she rocks down on him. He lets out a strangled gasp of her name, bottoming out.

“Fuck.”

“Mmm, you feel good too.” She smiles at him.

Adelaide moves slowly at first like she’s getting used to him. Russell bucks his hips and she moans. She looks down at him and circles her hips.

“Shit.” He didn’t realize it was a competition, but now he wants to win.

It’s a battle for dominance as their bodies find a rhythm. She’s absolutely wild pushing him further and further. It’s incredible. It’s never been like this. Her body goes rigid and he knows she’s close. His thumb plucks that little nub over and over until she shatters.  He rolls her over slamming his hips harder. He hitches her leg higher up his back chasing his own high now. It’s muggy and sweaty in his tiny bedroom but all he can think about how tight she’s gripping him and the way her nails dig into his back. He yells her name and collapses on her in a sweaty, tangled heap. Fuck, that was the best he’s ever had.

Russell pulls out of her and gets rid of the condom in the trash.

“Bathroom?” She asks.

“In there.” He points to the door.

When she comes back, he sees how messy and tangled her braid is now. It’s barely together and her beautiful face is flushed and pink. He leans over and kisses her.

“Glad you asked me out.” She whispers against his mouth.

“Glad you said yes.” He smirks.

In the morning, Russell opens his eyes to find himself alone in the bed. It surprises him because he thought they had a great time, twice. He had only dozed off for an hour when she asked him if she could return the favor and show him how well she used her mouth. He remembers her getting back into bed and he didn’t tell her she had to leave, but either way, she was gone.

18 months later

Russell checks his watch. He and John are meeting a reporter to talk more about the Czechoslovakia rescue and the EM-50. They made the army look good and they wanted to seize the opportunity to catch up with their media darlings. They aren’t late but Russell wants this over as soon as possible. He really can’t talk about it anymore especially since the Army’s story was a lot smoother than what actually happened. After a well-deserved promotion, Louise had been reassigned to Spain and called it quits with Russell. She was much more interested in work than him and that was fine. Stella is somewhere in Italy without John. There were really no hard feelings. At least they’ll always have basic training and General Barnicke’s house. The newly single men are waiting in a hotel in Switzerland for a reporter.

The cameramen walk through first and greet them. They seem nice enough.

“Addie should be right behind us.” The one called Eric tells them.

As if on cue,  she walks in. Her brown hair is curled and reaches her shoulders. Makeup defines her large dark eyes and a nude lipstick outlines her mouth. She looked like a regular college student before and now she looked like, well, a reporter.

“Addie Glaser.” She gives a polite smile to both of them. It hasn’t been a long time, but she looks older now. Not in a bad way.  Perhaps, it’s the professional pantsuit,  the perfect hair, and makeup.

“John Winger and Russell Ziskey. Privates First Class.” John gestures to himself then Russell.

Russell stares at her, watching for any sign of recognition, but she doesn’t give any. She gave him a polite smile with still no indication that she knows who he is and what they’d done together. He didn’t imagine it. He had the scratches on his back to prove it. It’s not like he’s been holding out for her or anything. He’s an adult and he moved on, but even a wink would be nice.

“So, I don’t see the piece taking more than a few hours. I have the questions here if you’d like to review them. The military often does. We’re really just checking in on the both of you.” She explains sliding a piece of paper over to them. Russell just blinks owlishly at her from behind his thick glasses.

“Sure, sounds good.” John gives her a smile. She simply nods.

“We need to do a bit of scouting, so if it’s okay I thought you could read the questions and we find a good location to talk?” She suggests. Her voice sounds huskier. Maybe it always was.

John nods and watches her walk away. He lets out a low whistle.

“She’s definitely made for the camera.” He looks back when Russell doesn’t say anything. “What? Hey, you okay?”

“That’s her!”

“Yes, she is the reporter.”

“No, remember back in Kentucky, I told you I had a date with this awesome girl, and the next morning she was gone?”

“Um, I’m gonna be honest, no.”

“We met at the center teaching English. She was moving to New York—”

“Wait, the dream girl you ditched me for? No. We decided you smoked too much pot that night and made her up.” John shakes his head.

“I didn’t though. It was her. Adelaide Glaser.”

“C’mon before Louise when did you have a chance with makin' it with a classy chick like that?” John shoots him a skeptical glance.

“She looks classy but she’s got a filthy, filthy talented mouth.” Russell sighs. He can’t start thinking down that road. It was dangerous.

“Little Miss Wake Up Cincinnati is Bus Station Blowjob Girl?” John laughs.

“She was kidding but yes that’s her. I swear. Those eyes. That voice. I didn’t make her up.” Russell puts his hand on his buddy’s shoulder and looks in his eyes.

“Huh. Say I believe you. You gonna say anything?” His blue eyes narrow.

“Well, she didn’t.” He shrugs.

“What’s she supposed to say, Russ? Hi, I’m here for the interview. Here are my questions. Ps. Remember when I sat on your face? Not very professional.” John scoffs.

“I should’ve never given you so many details.” Russell scratches the back of his neck.

“Just play it cool.” John pats him on the chest.

They skim her questions and cross off the ones that might give away a little too much. Adelaide returns.

“There’s a little study. I talked to the manager and he said we can shoot it there.” She points behind her.

“You speak German?” John asks.

“Yeah, but it’s not as good as my French.” She shrugs.

John looks back at Russell with raised eyebrows.

She sits them in front of the alcove and lets her crew get settled.

“Do you come to Switzerland often?” She crosses her legs. Her tailored trousers sit well on her hips. God, she looks good.

“Occasionally. We move all around Europe.” John answers. “How about you?”

“I work out of the London office, mostly, but they send me wherever they want.” She opens a bag and dusts her face with light powder. She offers it to them and they shake their heads. “Yeah, shine shouldn’t be too much of an issue for you two.”

“We went through your questions and there’s a few we won’t be able to answer. For national security.” John hands her back the paper.

Her eyes roam over it and she chuckles.

“Well, I didn’t think you would, but thought I’d try.”

The cameras start rolling.

“Good afternoon, I’m Addie Glaser and I’m here with two American heroes, John Winger and Russell Ziskey. Privates First Class. Right out of basic training, they were assigned to watch over new technology. They didn’t know they’d be using it to launch a full rescue of their unit.  We’re here to find out more about their remarkable story.”

The camera operator calls cut and Adelaide brushes her bangs from her eyes.

“Okay, Addie. That’s good for now.” Eric tells her.

“If I go to too fast, please let me know. Otherwise, we’ll just go through the questions as listed.” She explains.

“Why was your unit picked to protect the EM-50?”

“The higher-ups felt we showed initiative when our drill sergeant was injured and completed our training by ourselves,” John answers, his voice as smooth as silk.

“So, you weren’t officially trained?”

“No, no, we were.” Russell steps in. “They just recognized that we had the kind of drive they needed for the project.”

She watches him but he stares at a spot behind her.

“Interesting. You were brought to Italy, correct?”

They nodded.

“We were reunited with our original drill sergeant.” Russell answers.

“That would be Sergeant Hulka?” She looks down at her notes, knowing the camera is on them.

“Yes.” Russell nods.

“And how long were you on the project before the incident happened?” She tilts her head slightly.

“A week or so,” John replies.

“You really enjoy baptism by fire, hmm?” Adelaide lifts her eyebrows.

“We just naturally have that instinct to go all in.” John puffs out his chest.

“Why were you in Germany if the project was stationed in Italy?”

John and Russell look at each other. Russell leans forward.

“Since she, the EM-50, was so new, they felt she needed a test in friendly territory.”

“You mean West Berlin. There was no intention to go to East Berlin?”

“No, never.” Russell clears his throat.

They pause to let the cameras adjust and she looks over her notes.

“Okay, since you can’t say why your unit was in Czechoslovakia, we’re just gonna pick up with the rescue, yeah?”

They nod, silently. Russell hopes she’s buying what they’re selling. He can’t really tell since she seems so pleasant. That could just be for the cameras or he’s nervous for no reason. Her crew says something to her and she frowns.

“What’s wrong?” Russell can’t help but ask.

“Equipment issue. I’m sorry.” She shoots a look at the cameraman who bows his head.

Adelaide grabs her purse and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. She offers them to John and Russell who shake their heads. She lights up and blows the smoke out of her mouth.

“How long have you been a reporter?” John asks.

“About seven months. When they found out I could speak multiple languages and look half decent on camera, they sent me to Europe.” Her tongue wets her lower lip and Russell stares.

“I’d say more than half-decent.” Russell clears his throat. John’s eyes widen “Y-You look really nice.”

“Thanks.” She takes another drag of the cigarette. She’s really acting like she doesn’t know him. He thought she had been amazing. Was he that forgettable?  Did some guy in New York completely erase him from her memory?

Her eyes flick over to him and he raises his brow.

“Have you been stationed in Europe long?” She looks at both of them.

“Yeah. We only left for the medal ceremony.” John answers.

“What kind of medals?” She leans forward and Russell takes the bait. He removes the medal from his uniform and hands it to her. She inspects it in her small palm.

“Valor, huh? I didn’t know they gave those out right now.” She hands it back and Russell feels the heat move down the back of his neck.

“What do you mean?” He swallows hard.

“Well, we’re not officially in a war with Russia.” She puts out her cigarette.

“It’s more for helping our fellow man. We didn’t really engage with the Russians. In an official…battle.” John straightens up.

She hums and turns her attention back to her crew. John and Russell look at each other. At least the cameras are off right now. It takes about an hour for them to fix the equipment and they have to reshoot everything. She keeps things upbeat and asks if they were scared or nervous. How lucky they were to be so close when their friends happened upon the wrong place at the wrong time. John got to peacock his own bravery and Russell speaks vaguely to the capabilities of the EM-50.

“Now, two female military police officers had been with you, yes?”

“Yes. Corporals Cooper and Hansen.”

“And you’re both involved with them?”

“No. Not anymore. We’re all just really dedicated to our work and they’re fantastic soldiers. I’m sure they’ll continue to do great things.” Russell answers truthfully.

Adelaide’s face stays stoic as she nods.

“Kicking off your military careers with such a bang, it’ll be interesting to see how you two continue to serve our country. Thank you for your time, gentlemen, and thank you for your service. I'm Addie Glaser here in Switzerland.” She smiles at the camera. “Back to you, New York.”

She unclips her lavalier microphone and helps the crew pack up. Russell and John lend a hand. By the time they’re ready to move the equipment back out to the van, they see they’re surrounded by thick white snow.

“Fuck.” Adelaide growls. They’re definitely not leaving now. She huffs and goes back inside. She explains the situation to the manager who told her she did not see any snow in the forecast and that they were welcome to any of their open rooms. Adelaide hands over her credit card for three rooms.

Russell and John help them bring the equipment up to the rooms.

“Now’s your chance.” John nudges him in the ribs.  

Russell glares at him before walking over to her. “Since you’re stuck here cause of us, can we treat you to dinner?”

“It’s fine. Thank you though.”

“Not even a steak dinner?”

Her dark eyes glitter. Does she remember after all?

“How bout a drink?”

“Now you’re talking.”

They make it down to the little restaurant inside the hotel. Everyone eats together, but after a while, the camera crew heads up to their rooms and John takes a taxi back to the base. It’s only Russell and Adelaide left in a cozy corner by a fireplace. She holds her whiskey in her hand. They’ve been tiptoeing around each other for the last half hour.  He’s hoping to get to the truth.

“Wanna play 20 questions?” He arches an eyebrow.

“I used all of mine.” She sips her drink.

“You’re Addie, now?”

“They said Adelaide sounded like an old lady.”

They both laugh.

“Well, I got another.” His fingers drum on the glass.

“Shoot.”

“Why are you pretending like we’re strangers?”

She lets out a long sigh before answering. “Because I’m here to do my job. I don’t need everyone at the station knowing I fucked the cute soldier.”

“Cute, huh?” He tilts his head. He can’t really blame her for wanting to keep everything above board in front of her coworkers.

“Shut up. You already know you’re cute.” She rolls her eyes.

“Why did you leave?” He looks at her seriously.

“Did you really want me to stay?” She shifts in her seat.

“Really. Why did you leave? I thought we had a good time.”

“We had a great time. But I was leaving for New York in a few months.” She crosses her legs. “And—it doesn’t matter.”

He lifts his eyebrows. “What?”

“You were fun but you were also a mess. No real job. The cockroach apartment?”

“Okay, can’t argue with that.” He sighs. “But I did like you.”

“Not enough to call.” She shrugs. "And when I went back to the center, they said you'd left without notice."

“Touche.” He brings his glass to his lips.

“I do have a question.”

“What?”

“What really happened on that rescue?”

“Exactly what we said.” He looks away from her.

“Don’t piss on my leg and tell me it’s raining.”

Russell laughs. “You’re so charming.”

“I mean it.”

“It’s classified.”

“You’re lying again.”

He shakes his head. He’s drunk and very attracted to her. He should’ve left with John. The words spill out of his mouth before he can stop them. The weekend trip with the girls. Stillman coming after them and taking the wrong turn. All of it.

“I knew it.” She smiles, satisfied.

Russell sighs and buries his head in his hands. He should’ve kept his mouth shut.

To his surprise, two weeks later when the piece airs, it’s exactly what they filmed. He holds his breath when she mentions the rescue but she sticks to their story. The next day he calls her station, explains who he is, and asks for her number. They give it to him.  She picks up on the second ring.

“Hey, Addie. It’s Russell. Russell Ziskey.”

“You finally called. How’d you get the number?” She sounds more amused than upset.

“Your station.”

“Wow. They’re just handing it out to anyone.”

“Hey, I’m an American hero and they liked my interview.”

She laughs on the other end. He really likes her laugh and presses his face into the wall. He’s got it bad.

“What can I do for you, Private Ziskey?”

“Why didn’t you tell everyone what happened? About the rescue? I didn’t say it was off the record.”

“Please, you were drunk.” She scoffs. “Besides, I just wanted to know if I was right. I didn’t actually wanna burn you.”

“You little minx.”

She laughs again.

“Listen…” He takes another deep breath. “I’m gonna be in London in two weeks and I owe you a steak dinner. Can I take you out?”

“Sure, why not?”

The date is much more adult than their first. He’s wearing a sports coat and she has on a burgundy dress. The restaurant has cloth napkins and a coat check room.

“I didn’t mean to blow you off at the interview.” She says after dessert. “No one takes me seriously. They think I got the assignment cause I’m a pretty face. Tom and Eric, especially.”

“Fuck ‘em. You’re a good reporter and you know it.”

“Thanks.” She smiles and takes a sip of her wine. “When I heard about the whole rescue, I'll admit I was impressed.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I read what I could find on that EM-50 and it’s pretty technical. You understand all that?”

“I do. I know her like the back of my hand.”

“And I already know what you can do with your hand.”

In a blink, they’re back at her apartment and she’s riding him on her sofa. He barely got his jacket off.

“How’d you, uh, how’d you have the condoms ready?” He pants.

“You think I’m gonna see your sexy ass again and not fuck you?” She rolls her hips.

“Fuck, Addie.” He gasps. “You’re so good at this.”

“Mmm. Thanks for the feedback.” She chuckles, breathless. “So are you, Russ.”

Russell wraps his hand around the nape of her neck and captures her mouth in a kiss. His other hand disappears between her legs. She whines.

“Oh, oh, god, I’m right there! Russell!” She cries out and shudders on top of him.

He buries his face in her neck and follows after a few thrusts. She smiles at him, winded. She runs her hands down his face and kisses him.

“You really thought I forgot you?”

“Almost.”

She runs her pointer finger down the slope of his nose. “Silly man.” She kisses him again before getting off his lap.

“Hey, where are you going?” He asks, watching her stand up.

“To the bathroom. This is my apartment, remember?” She laughs.

Russell gives her a dimpled smile and rubs the back of his neck.

“Now, take your clothes off and get in the bedroom.” She nods towards the door.

He doesn’t need telling twice. “Yes, ma’am.”

A year later

WEDDING ANNOUNCEMENTS

In a traditional Jewish ceremony, SPC Russell Ziskey (US ARMY), 38, married Adelaide Glaser, 27, fresh off her hiring from BBC News as their new travel correspondent.  A small reception will be held on Saturday with family and friends. Best wishes to the happy couple.

The sun creeps in through the soft white curtains in their  Parisian honeymoon suite. Adelaide looks down at her new husband. He’s fast asleep. She plants a hand on the mattress and shoves off. She gets to her feet but feels a tug on her wrist. It’s Russell’s large hand.

“No. Stay.” He mumbles, voice hoarse from sleep.

“Wow.” She chuckles. “That first night really did a number on you, huh?”

She crawls back over to him and places a knee on either side of his body. He nods.

“Ooh, my poor baby.” She cups his face with her hands.

“I’m very traumatized.” He smiles, dimples blooming.

She leans down and places delicate kisses on his forehead, cheekbones, and nose.  Her hand cards through his thick, soft brown hair and he sighs, closing his eyes at her touch.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, Mr. Ziskey.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Ziskey.”

[siriusblack-the-third]

Comfort movies

Tagged by the adorable @strwbi-laces !

Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara: one of my Absolute Favourites of All Time. I will sit down and watch every day if given the chance. It's about the trials of friendship, life, career and self growth, and it's a literal gem.

3 Idiots: also one of the Absolute Favourites of All Time. I love literally everything about this one. It addresses the problems with the colossal expectations of the Indian education system and how it leads to the destruction of the mental health of students.

Taare Zameen Par: I always cry whenever I watch this movie, every time. The third- and last- one of my Absolute Favourites. The highlighting of dyslexia and the way society treats it is so relatable and real; that's what makes me love it so much.

Coco: Yes, the animated movie. There is so much about this movie that I love, it's honestly so amazing. I don't think I need to say much about it.

Bajirao Mastani: it's my comfort film because of the fashion, the set, the songs, etc. Basically, I love it for the artistic direction. My favourite character is Kashibai, obv.

Raazi: Gods I love this one. I've been trying to get the book this was inspired by— Calling Sehmat— for such a long time. I hope I get it this year. The story follows a 19yo girl turned spy for India during the Indo Pak war, and it's so riveting. 10/10 always recommend.

Moana: legit most of the non-Bollywood films on here are gonna be animated lol. But Moana is just so so dear to my heart, and if it gets a sequel, it had better be as awesome as Frozen 2 was, which brings us to..

The Frozen Franchise: all of it. Songs, plot, characters, the effort they put into the animation. Just. All of it.

Faster Fene: this is a Marathi film. A murder mystery/thriller that deals with the corruption in the Education system of India. The main character is just so smart (and he's one of my favourite Marathi actors) and everything comes together so well. In love with this one.

Legally Blonde: I would never, ever leave out the most iconic feminist film of all time. Elle Woods is who I aspire to be. Uhh.. with a little less pink. I have nothing against pink— in fact, I quite like it— it's just that my favourite colour is blue

I don't watch many movies, but yeah, here's my top 10, in no particular order. Tagging my darling, awesome @padfootastic and anyone else who wants to!

[chaoslifeforme]

Please tell me more about Coco Last they sound awesome. How extra were they already as a kid?

Oh my god, I love you, thank you. And they were extra from the very beginning.

When they first met Cove, they were like finders keepers. And every month on the same day they found Cove, they'd give Cove a drawing of a white linen poppy. (Were the drawings good? No, but they did end up everywhere in Cove's room). Over the years their skills improved and they gift Baxter ink drawings for every important date, from the day of the first soiree, the date when they met the second time, the third time, their first date the first time, first date the second time... there's a lot of dates. Only Baxter's planning skills (and calendar where he writes down all these dates as Coco celebrates them) allows him to keep up. The chocolate fountain illusion cake Coco made on Miranda's birthday (that they brought to Miranda's party after the reveal), is the only one Baxter had any issues with. *He nearly had a heart attack because he woke up and discovered a chocolate fountain in his kitchen. He thought it was a nightmare.*

Spoilers for Cove step 1 dlc: When Cove ran away Coco went with, but they didn't need any of Cove's drinks or snacks. They always carried a purse around with them, and that purse was almost as big as them (might be the main reason they end up with some slight muscle definition as they get older). They have all the basic necessities in the purse. (In Coco's mind, the necessities are snacks, drinks, first aid kit, and two full disguises including wigs, contacts and outfits that fit over top of their clothes).

The minute Cove says Coco can come Coco throws on one of the disguises and insists Cove uses the other. The conversation goes a bit like this:

"What are you doing?"

"Putting on my disguise. Where's yours?"

"Why would I have a disguise?"

"Because you said you don't want people to know you're leaving. If they see you they will know, so you just have to make sure they see someone else, someone more fabulous. Did you not even bring a disguise?"

"No"

"Here, you have to use my extra one so we don't get caught"

"But there's no one around"

"Wanna bet?"

"Fine" *Pouty Cove puts the disguise on. He didn't like the wig and couldn't keep the contacts in for long. So only his clothes ended up different.. It made Coco pout for a second before remembering their disguise was an adult who doesn't pout. Yes, they did think they could pass for an adult at 8 years old, 3 feet tall, with the biggest possible child like blue eyes (the brown contacts did not make them look older) and chubby cheeks.... *

Coco also has a new, fully choreographed, victory dance for every year. Whenever they have a big win, they will break out into a full song and dance as soon as there is enough space to. Even during "Dinner" at Cove's house, when they win the card game, they actually go outside to do one, much to everyone's amusement. Cove is an excellent best friend because he becomes very efficient at clearing a stage area for Coco at a moments notice. He's so good at it, that after Coco became famous people thought he was Coco's body guard, or the one scheduling these seemingly impromptu pop performances by an Oscar winning actor.

Coco, cleared that up really quick, and their fans enjoyed the performances all the more for knowing they are victory dances.

They definitely did a dance after Baxter asked them out in "Sightseeing", though they waited until after Baxter was inside. Also, when they asked Baxter out after Scott and Jude's wedding. (Although they were a little disappointed that Baxter didn't notice that they quoted when he asked them out verbatim, without the part about things being temporary)

They also love dressing "grandly formal" all the time. They actually had to dress down for Scott and Jude's wedding. Of course, a paparazzo got a picture of Coco only looking "formal" and their fans were so worried they broke Twitter. Coco had to to a whole press release through a reputable journal that they were alright. They also explained that they knew the importance of not stealing another person's show. Same as how upstaging your costars ruins a performance, stealing the show takes it out of it's context and ruins the show. In this case, the show was the wedding of two people near and dear to their heart and they'd rather die than ruin that momentous occasion. (They may or may not have given their publicist a conniption over refusing to change their wording).

Ps. They carry four disguises in their purse now, so they are never caught by paparazzi if they don't want to be. All their friends are used to Coco putting on disguises while out with them, and Baxter thinks it's rather ingenious of them. Whenever they put on a disguise while out with him, he always asks, "What wonderful gentle person do I have the pleasure of escorting today?"

It's the only thing that ever gets Coco to break character, and even then, only sometimes. They may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but they sure are the shiniest and most skilled in the arts of performance, drawing and cake decorating.

[astorythatwritesitself]

2) Anything that you'd like to write but feel like you're unable to? 10) Top three favourite fic tropes. 19) Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it.

2: Honestly? ... everything. The imposter syndrome is real and intense and permeates like. Everything, especially writing |D A good third of why I take forever to do much is it takes so long to get over the 'ah fuck I'm a fraud' hurdle to even try putting the words down. It's also why I'm so intense on wanting feedback like. Genuinely. Grade me tell me what I'm doing wrong or right so I know what actually works cause lord knows I can't judge this myself lol

But for a more specific answer: That vaporwave post-apocalyptic furry thing I've been kicking around in my head for a few weeks now.

10: Mutual pining, hurt/comfort or whump, straight on angst.

19:

[Adrian's] immediate instinct was to shrug off the question and leave, but something stopped her halfway out the door. What [Thane] had said about his health, what she'd been thinking about this whole mission- 

Neither of them would be alive, this time next year.

Adrian stood up a little straighter, hoping she didn't also look like she'd been sucker-punched upside the head; had she been that tense since- god, even that first time she'd awoken to Wilson and Miranda talking over her? She'd been clenching her teeth then and ever since waking up for real.

 Thane had no connection to her past. No specialized knowledge that might be withheld if he lost faith in her; no gulf of experience one way or the other that left her feeling she owed him more than basic competence. Their conversations so far made it apparent he wasn't the most social, not many - if any?- friends, and (unless she was wildly off, always possible), he didn't seem… spiteful, like he'd spread anything around for shits and giggles. 

And... in his own words. He'd abandoned people, before. A dying man who didn't care about anyone, and had no one to care about him when he was gone; what did he have to gain, knowing Commander Shepard was a wreck?

What did she have to lose, in talking openly to someone like that?

The door had barely closed- she wasn't even consciously aware of deciding to stay- when the words spilled forth: "Have you heard about Akuze?"

Shit shit shit no-

“A human colony lost to thresher maws,” Thane said. “An Alliance platoon was lost, with-” He paused. Adrian could only glance at him as she sat down across the small table, enough to see the rapid double-blink as the pieces fell into place. “Only one known survivor. ‘The Shepard Memorial-' " The last three words were clipped, an eerie echo of the soundbite that had been floating around news stations for the last couple of weeks.

“Yeah.” The word was half a sigh. Adrian clasped her hands together on the tabletop, focusing on them as she spoke. “Not- not the only survivor as it turns out though, found there was another one a couple months-” Her voice caught, and she gave herself a slight shake. “-years ago. But yes, I’m- I was involved.”

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, squeezing her hands together, nails just biting into her skin. Good, kept her focused. “A colony had gone dark. It was- at the time it was the closest Alliance-funded colony to Terminus space, so they ordered a full platoon. Just in case. "Akuze was quiet, though, that was what bugged us. Ten years and there hadn’t been any reports of… violence. No slavers, no mercs or pirates - the most exciting news out of the place was that it was perfect for apple trees, for god's sake." She raked a hand through her hair, shaking her head. ". We figured it was a comms issue. Fifty men just in case it was dangerous, but it most likely wasn’t, so… good field test for a fresh officer.”

“You.” 

Adrian nodded. Thane’s voice sounded far away, nearly lost under the thunder of fifty marines drumming their fists on the table or tapping out on the floor, dozens of voices raised in some song whose lyrics she couldn’t remember - just the voices. The elation of responsibility, Shelly and Dreyfus' arms around her shoulders rocking her back and forth in time with the beat, heavy and warm and so real, even nearly ten years gone.

Her eyes snapped open, and she thought she saw something move. Thought she caught a glimpse of green - but Thane hadn’t moved much, only to lean forward, hands folded under his chin, looking something alarmingly close to concerned- 

“Me. Right.” She forced her eyes to meet his, or at least focus on some point close enough to fake it; forced her breath to remain even. “We had been on the ground for about… fifteen hours? Not too long, but enough to find the settlement was… gone. I mean, gone, gone- no houses. No sign of fields, no people or animals, not even bodies. Just-” For a second, the cramped room vanished, she was looking out over that flat, barren plain ringed by hills, trying to figure out what to do next.  “We were prepared for a lot of things, but not… not nothing. Not like that.”

[jwzyreviews]

Album Review: "S.O.S" BY SZA

It had been five years since the last time we received an album from one of, if not the leading, R&B girls, Solana “SZA” Rowe. After dropping her introspective and tear-jerking debut “CTRL” in 2017, fans around the world were waiting for another body of work from the singer. While she didn’t leave us completely in the dark, appearing on a number of singles in the meantime, including Maroon 5’s “What Lovers Do”, the soundtrack single for Black Panther  “All The Stars,”and the record-breaking smash collaboration “Kiss Me More” with fellow popstar, Doja Cat, we needed tracks completely devoted to SZA’s vocals and artistry. After numerous delays from her label, and countless teasing, the era started to pick up. After delivering us a stream of inconsistent singles, including “Good Days”, “Hit Different”, and the soundcloud track-turned-single “I Hate U,” the drought eventually ended with receiving the genre-bending and emotionally packed sophomore effort, “SOS”.

Sza is known for her relatable lyrics and unique vocalizations. Despite becoming a fan of hers later in the game than most, CTRL is one of my favorite albums, as are many other people. I was going through a tough time during the release of CTRL, dealing with a variety of similar emotions that were discussed on SZA’s debut album. Such as feelings of insecurity, developing self esteem, and reflection. I was also dealing with my first real “boyfriend”, or my first situationship. It was a hard time in my life, and CTRL definitely was a comfort album during those times. I was definitely looking forward to SOS once it was finally announced, and I love the singles that were leading up the release. “Hit Different”, despite being absent from the final tracklist, ended up being on my Spotify Wrapped in 2021. The smooth production from Rodney “Darkchild” Jerkins, combined with the melodic vocals from Ty$, was a hit in my personal playlist. “Good Days”, the official lead single, was a bit of a miss for me, nonetheless it proved to resonate with the masses, becoming SZA's first solo top ten hit and third overall on the Hot 100.”I Hate U”  was a BANGER, and my first few listens of the track brought me to tears. The lyrical content of the song hit home for me, reminding me of my feelings to my first love, especially when she sings a line from the chorus, “What I would do to make you feel just like this.” The things I would do for the guys who did me wrong to feel how they make me feel, hating them for making me feel so inadequate when I have done nothing but show them love. This song was such an emotional release, SZA’s pen was on fire when she wrote this track despite being classified as an “[soundcloud] experiment”. The way she is able to write out feelings that everyone can relate to is what makes her such a powerhouse, and I believe that it is because she writes from the heart, and from experience. 

My personal favorites from “SOS” are "Snooze”, “Blind” “Seek and Destroy”, and “Love Language”. Despite having an excess amount of songs on this record, SZA managed to put some real gems on this record. Her music palette definitely expanded on this album, with slow alt-pop track “Ghost in the Machine” featuring Phoebe Bridgers and pop-rock track, “F2F”. There is a song for everybody on this album. With CTRL, I feel like it was a bit more streamlined, and was more about the lyrics and the story. With “SOS” I feel like she was trying to go above and beyond with vocals and production. “Smokin on my Ex Pack” showcases her rapping skills and lets us know that she can ride a beat if needed while “Nobody Gets Me” lets us hear her voice on a true pop sound with some real nostalgic flair. The emotional spectrum of this record is way different from CTRL, as she is more liberated on this record. Yes, there are definitely songs that touch on the topics as mentioned above, this album really steps in the way of moving on, knowing your worth, and knowing that you’re still a bad bitch no matter how you’re feeling at a specific time. It’s truly an evolution, and an upgrade from the melancholy vibe of her previous record.

  All in All, SZA “SOS” is a classic in the making. Despite being a bit too long, I enjoyed most of the tracks, even the ones that did not make the cut. It blends new production and lyrics, while still keeping that nostalgic tone. Despite all the setbacks,, SZA is an artist that almost does no wrong because every song is from her heart, and who are we to judge that? She really snapped on this album, and if you haven’t checked it out, please!

Overall Score:

 7/10

[deadcactuswalking]

REVIEWING THE CHARTS: 12/11/2022 (’Her Loss’ by Drake & 21 Savage)

“Anti-Hero” by Taylor Swift reigns at #1 for a third week on the UK Singles Chart, and let’s just thank God it isn’t Drake. Welcome back to REVIEWING THE CHARTS!

Rundown

I don’t know what it is about Drake, but he always seem to command just... bizarre weeks for the UK Singles Chart. You’ll see with our egregious amount of returns but it’s clear in the sheer amount of notable dropouts – songs exiting the UK Top 75, which is what I cover, after five weeks in the region or a peak in the top 40 – that the charts were really shaken up. The aforementioned dropouts are a massive list today – no Drake pun intended – so I’ll rattle them off, apart from the one-week wonders which still include “In My Head” by the late Juice WRLD. Otherwise, the list includes “I Ain’t Quite Where I Think I Am”, “Body Paint” and “There’d Better be a Mirrorball” by the Arctic Monkeys – yes, all three – “Living Without You” by Sigala, David Guetta and Sam Ryder, “BREAK MY SOUL” by Beyoncé with uncredited vocals from Big Freedia and “Summertime Sadness” by Lana Del Rey. Of course, we also have the Halloween tracks leaving, including “Somebody’s Watching Me” by Rockwell with uncredited vocals from Michael Jackson, who also sees “Thriller” leave the chart, alongside “Ghostbusters” by Ray Parker Jr. and “Monster Mash” by Bobby “Boris” Pickett and the Crypt-Kickers. I’m honestly not sure if the premature dropouts for regular charting songs, or even some of the long-term proven hits like “BREAK MY SOUL”, will get a second chance due to all of the Christmas songs coming back soon enough.

I mention Christmas because already, we see “Last Christmas” by Wham! at #71 and “All I Want for Christmas is You” by Mariah Carey at #56. The rule for Christmas songs is that I only list the top three until they get into the top five, as well as listing the returns when they happen, but I will never track every single song as a gain because that is ridiculous. Apart from those, we see regular singles hop back in like “Crazy What Love Can Do” by David Guetta, Becky Hill and Ella Henderson at #75, “go” by Cat Burns at #74 and “Until I Found You” by Stephen Sanchez at a new peak of #72. Thanks to TikTok, Billie Eilish’s “TV” returns to #58, originally peaking at #23 earlier this year, and thanks to Joji’s new album SMITHEREENS, the lead single “Glimpse of Us”, originally peaking at #12, is back at #34. What is probably most fascinating is the inexplicable return for “Mockingbird” by Eminem, which is a classic song from Eminem’s most unfairly derided album. It originally peaked at #4 in 2005 and is looking to make a return to the top 40 as it’s back at #48 this week. I’ll have to assume it’s due to TikTok, but what a bizarre choice.

We move then into our notable gains, which isn’t exactly a large list but it does include “Just Wanna Rock” by Lil Uzi Vert at #52, “Victoria’s Secret” by Jax at #43, “Warm” by K-Trap all the way up to #18 thanks to a Skepta remix, and then we see two new entries into our top 10, alongside the three new arrivals (we’ll get to those). These are “messy in heaven” by venbee and goddard. at #9, the first credited top 10 hit for both, and – with a heavy heart – I announce that “Made You Look” by Meghan Trainor is at #8, becoming her first top 10 since 2015! God help us.

As for Off the Charts, it is increasingly difficult to find much time and effort dedicated to listening to new releases, and I don’t want to increase the burden especially when I run out of interesting things to say. I will do one last rendition of the section, probably on a Christmas week, just to cover everything and anything from pretty much late October onwards, just to get it all out of the way. Great music does get released at the end of the year, there’s a 10/10 R.A.P. Ferreira album to prove it that I will at some point find time to discuss. That’s not for this episode, however, as instead, we can talk about the top five on the UK Singles Chart. This week, it consists of “Major Distribution” by Drake and 21 Savage debuting at #5, “Miss You” by Oliver Tree and Robin Schulz at #4, another debut from Drake and 21 with “Rich Flex” at #3 and of course, “Unholy” by Sam Smith and Kim Petras at #2 and “Anti-Hero” at the very top. Now that all that is out of the way, I suppose it’s time to focus on our new arrivals.

NEW ARRIVALS

#64 – “Moving All Around (Jumpin’)” – Schak and Kim English

Produced by Schak

I’ll be transparent: I put most of my energy into Drake this week, so I’m going to try and blast through these first five before we get to the main event. To start with, we have an interesting remix. Kim English was a soul singer who ended up making house and dance-pop in the 1990s, having a couple minor hits from 1994 to 1996. In 2001, she released “Jumpin’ & Bumpin’”, and whilst the Michael T. Diamond club mix may be a bit shrill and dated, its unrelentless fun across 10 whole minutes is to be commended, and Kim English’s performance is impressive as your typical house diva. Schak, a DJ from North England, must have found this earlier this year as we now have a remix that is surprisingly solid and crisp in its vocal mix for a remix of a song from 2001. It honestly feels like a throwback to that era in its synths that come clambering onto the typical Eurodance-esque house percussion, and it’s honestly unfortunate that it doesn’t try more considering the pulsing bass is a solid foundation... but it’s not an interesting take on the sound and at its worst is just mildly annoying. Carried by a great performance by the late Kim English, I can see this being a hit on pure nostalgia but I’m not particularly a fan.

#60 – “10:35” – Tiesto and Tate McRae

Produced by LOSTBOY, Ryan Tedder and Tiesto

Can you really credit yourself as the main artist when two thirds of your role is filled by other producers? Besides that food for thought, we don’t exactly have an interesting song from Tiesto here. Tate McRae is still a completely uninteresting vocalist, especially over this kind of dour, nightclub house that she tends to just attach to rather than actually be fully submerged as she probably needs to be. It’s a really awkward fit, especially in that bassy slap house drop that feels so stock, especially with the synths and drum fills brought in seemingly at random. This doesn’t feel finished exactly, and it’s not even that sticky of a hook so unless it fills some kind of niche that is breezy dance-pop that doesn’t even sound like it’d fit in a club, I don’t see this doing much. Knowing my rate with predictions, this’ll be the one song to survive Christmas by December.

#46 – “Never Gonna Not Dance Again” – P!nk

Produced by Max Martin and Shellback

I tend to forget that P!nk exists. She made some of the best pop music of the 2000s, and also some of the worst, but I tend to respect her ambition within the genre and much like Avril Lavigne the same decade, her ability to handle something new and unfamiliar, and unlike Avril, she had the maturity and grit to convincingly sell a lot of it. In the 2010s, her music grew to sappy and middle-of-the-road pop yet I’ve never really hopped off the train entirely. This new track has Max Martin on production so had a great deal of promise, but I’m not entirely sure I can endorse it. For a song about how she’ll never lose her ability to dance and have fun through all the hardships, it doesn’t really have any weight or any stakes to make it mean all that much. The cute sandy disco groove is fine until it becomes over-compressed in the chorus, and the writing just feels standard, which is disappointing considering the three pop giants at the helm. P!nk as a performer rarely disappoints, and she brings her signature confidence to this, but it really is the saving grace to an otherwise just fine, serviceable song that occasionally gets a tad cringeworthy considering the middle-aged “bruh” thrown into that post-chorus. The nods to Whitney Houston and Gloria Gaynor are a bit tacky too but it’s not offensive and it’s just cute enough to pass.

#39 – “Die for You” – Joji

Produced by Jacob Ray, Wes Singerman and Tay Dex

I’ve yet to listen to Joji’s new album SMITHEREENS but considering the leap in quality that existed between his debut and his sophomore effort, I am excited to, and the subtle lead “Glimpse of Us” has just grown on me since, so how is this new track faring? Well, it’s another breakup lament, with your typical indie keys and a soulful vocal from Joji that creates a contrast between him and the synths that is almost Tyler, the Creator-esque. With that said, I kind of wish that the song was drumless, since the percussion that is here feels pretty weak and unable to hold the weight of the careening synths that warp all over them, which is a problem Tyler never has. The tension that should be in a song about Joji still recovering from a breakup and still having that passion despite forcing himself to move on... doesn’t really exist here, and whilst I get the more reflective tone and definitely appreciate the synth palette, it essentially just feels a bit too damp for me to really get into. This is far from bad, but with a more complex set of drums, this could be devastating... in the good sense.

#33 – “I’m Back” – Fredo

Produced by CDS and Handz Beatz

Well, he’s back. In typical Fredo fashion, his comeback is accompanied by a long freestyle, this one seeping over six minutes with only two verses spread over one beat. Fredo will always be more compelling in his writing than your typical UK rapper because of his inherent focus on the come-up being so clear and controlled, mostly because of how smoothly and confidently Fredo spins every topic into his pride. Sure, he may spend a lot of his time flexing, but it’s always at least in part aspiration, and immediately contrasted with something really grimey. His delivery on here is venomous, especially over the first beat with its warping bass synths and elevated trap beat that sounds like a perfect mix between the crisper percussion and cloudier production that is just how trap beats should always be mixed. The rhyme schemes are intricate and focused, but delivered in such an impressively effortless way that my main complaint is that it may just be too long for average consumption, even if it feels a lot shorter than it actually is, largely due to the subtle shifts in the twinkling first beat, and the charming, mostly humble wordplay and punchlines dropped into his bars. I wish there were more bits of wordplay, but I think it would distract from the sheer dominance Fredo demonstrates on this track, especially on that second beat, which isn’t as good but demands a menace that Fredo can absolutely bring amidst the mythical vocal loops. Honestly, UK trap doesn’t get much better than this. It’s not going to last because... well, it’s damn near seven minutes, but considering the state of the trap-rap I’m about to talk about, please check this one out.

#7 – “Circo Loco” – Drake and 21 Savage

Produced by Boi-1da, Tay Keith and 40

“One More Time” by Daft Punk was voted by Mixmag as the very best dance track of all time. I don’t think there is a single song in EDM that represents its appeal better than the French duo’s honestly basic but incessantly replayable filtered house jam, drowning Romanthony in Auto-Tune as his pleas to never stop the dancing are submerged in a joyous loop sampled from Eddie Johns. There’s something so pure about “One More Time”, which an ingenious use of sampling. The mix may not have aged perfectly but that riff is timeless. “One More Time” appeals to the gut instinct and the fundamental idea of happiness: never wanting it to stop. It is pure feverish escapism in the best way that EDM can be. It makes me sick to my stomach to see and hear what Drake did to this song. I’m not someone to see sampling as ever butchering an original for the sake of a hit – “One More Time” got all the way to #2 using a sample, yet there’s nothing insulting about Daft Punk sampled Eddie Johns. It doesn’t defy the impact or appeal of the original sample in the way that Drake does, and even if that were the case for another artist or even Drake to take the sample and juxtapose it, it could be compelling... but come on, it’s Drake. He called up his three top producers and paid them either way too much or way too little to add some springy percussion onto a slowed-down loop from “One More Time”, with 808s that sound like they’re hitting the wrong note and create this villainous dissonance perfect for Drake to spray his misogyny onto. I don’t have a problem with misogyny in hip hop as it is when it objectifies women because ultimately, whilst this is a societal issue, men are typically willing to collaborate with women for sexy raps nowadays, and the power dynamic in that regard is starting to change (with conscious rappers out there if you just can’t stand it). Drake’s form of misogyny is the male-manipulator type that will hide behind wordplay and his devoted fans just so he can attack female victims of gun violence like Megan Thee Stallion and undermine former co-signs like Ice Spice, whilst repeating himself and creating a facade of the mobster that is so incredibly thin that you can practically hear 21’s disappointment in his tuned-out verse. There is a clear power imbalance here – if Megan releases a diss track on Drake, she’s the villain. If 21 or any of Drake’s collaborators take an issue with the line, they’re traitors. Drake is practically untouchable and using his platform to take weak shots is embarrassing – he should know better at this point of having decades in the industry. I know that it’s all for attention – it’s the same reason that he’s been posting hentai on Instagram and releasing those fake PR videos – but why would he take nearly exclusively women down with him? Sure, he takes a sub at Kanye but not for the actual anti-Semitism or right-wing coat-tailing that he will freely criticise the Supreme Court for on other tracks – even if it’s just to get in women’s pants. As a song, detached from the lyrics – if you can even do that considering how basic this production is and how much they spit in the face of the purity that is the joy encapsulated in “One More Time” – it fails, since it barely has a hook, both rappers sound checked out and Drake spends half the time repeatedly embarrassing himself, especially when he interpolates the chorus on the outro... which is a minute long for no reason, degrading the sample further but not in a way that’s cloudy or interesting. As an attack on women and a demonstration of Drake’s power, it sadly succeeds. I rarely get upset at songs but this is inexcusable. Megan deserves better – this is disgusting.

#5 – “Major Distribution” – Drake and 21 Savage

Produced by SkipOnDaBeat

Well, I may as well use this song as a way in which to talk about the actual album, that being Her Loss, which debuted at #1 this week. This album has barely anything to do with 21 Savage, who serves little purpose other than to usually outshine Drake but with so little effort that he comes off as a commodity – when he actually contributes greatly to a song like on his solo introspective cut, “3AM on Glenwood” or the fun “More M’s”, it ends up pretty great. Instead, this album is a full Drake parade, who after the backlash to Honestly, Nevermind, figured he could recover with 21, and sadly, it worked. He spends most of his time in that same mode, pining over women who supposedly wronged him and mostly wasting listeners’ time, especially with the singing on tracks like “Hours in Silence” and the closer. The best collaborative moments of the album comes when Drake steps into 21’s zone, because even when he’s unconvincing, he can serve as a breather from the violence and still get some excellent hooks in. Elsewhere, Drake seems to be running out of creative juices, as this album, with its writing and production credits furthering this, feels more like Lil Yachty was more creatively invested than 21 Savage and whilst we may pretend to like Yachty now because of “Poland”, we do have to consider the man’s body of work is not impressive, and consists mostly of trend-hopping and bloated albums... of which Drake is also a master. This song itself is basically unremarkable: the slow R&B intro with Drake is charming enough but it quickly devolves into a bassy plod because beat switches are no longer a creative idea and are now a lazy way of constructing “songs”. Drake and 21 flex and threaten intermittently, with them both practically whispering – Drake doing his best 21 impression – and whilst I appreciate some of the vague attempts at interplay and 21’s bars are still vaguely clever, nothing can make this beat or the nothing hook interesting.

#3 – “Rich Flex” – Drake and 21 Savage

Produced by Tay Keith, Vinylz, FNZ and BoogzDaBeast

Don’t worry, I’m not going to moan about this one too much. In fact, as an opening track, it gave me false hope that 21 sparked a fire up Drake’s ass when in reality, the album is your typical low-effort Aubrey. The soul sample the album opens up with is pretty cute alongside Young Nudy’s narration, but I am glad that it immediately gets replaced with eerie Memphis rap vocal loops and warped pads since that is pretty much the dichotomy of 21 and Drake making an album together. It’s a pretty clever production touch, and whilst the initial hook from Drake may seem embarrassing, it’s effectively hyping up 21’s humorous performance, who has seemed to up the sex and violence to 11 for this album, probably because he knows that Drake can’t deliver on that front. With that said, I love Drake’s bridge, which is his typical condescending singing but commands attention before the drop, after which Drake delivers his best verse on the project. The rhyme scheme using abbreviations may seem lazy but Drake has the stoic confidence on this track to deliver it with just enough violence on the driving beat that you can forgive some of his later cringeworthy playfulness. The T.I. interpolation is fun too, so whilst I can’t say that the album as a whole impressed me, I’m glad that the decent opener is the track getting the most attention for now because this really isn’t bad, even if it barely counts as a song in all honesty.

Conclusion

Well, it should be plainly obvious that Drake and 21 Savage get Worst of the Week for “Circo Loco”, and nothing else is really all that offensive so I may as well give the Dishonourable Mention to “Major Distribution”. As for the best, this wasn’t a particularly good week but Drake and 21 also take the Honourable Mention for “Rich Flex” whilst Fredo has a clean sweep for Best of the Week. None of these other singles made me feel much at all, if I’m honest. As for what’s on the horizon, hopefully the charts will quieten down in preparation for the holidays and I can place my time and efforts elsewhere for a month or two. For now, thank you for reading, rest in peace to Takeoff and Aaron Carter, and I’ll see you next week!

[mona-stay]

Secrets part 3 Peter Hale

Paring - Peter Hale x Reader

Warnings - smut finally

Part 1. Part 2

You drove straight to Derek’s, still feeling a little shaken up after what Theo had done. Outside Peters Shelby wasn’t there, you didn’t know if you were happy or sad not to see it. When you got inside to your surprise Peter was there sat reading his book. He’d actually agreed to car pool with you.

 

Stiles and Liam both cheered as you walk in, Stiles calling you a good luck charm after the win today. How you managed to get coach to listen to your ideas. For the next few hours you all laughed, talked, drank and ate.

 

It was at this point, Derek being one of the closest to you noticed your neck. “what happened” he said, Peter now in his feet coming over to see. You explain about Theo’s threat and how he tried to strangle you.

 

“I’m gonna kill the little runt” Peter said heading for the door. You grabbed his arm, stopping him.

 

“don’t, Stiles’ dad’s took him, Coach is having him expelled and if he’s stupid enough to back at me then you all have my permission to kill him. But for now can we just forget about it” you say to him. Peter clenches his jaw but agrees he’ll leave Theo to sheriff Stilinski for now.

You watch Peter return to his book as Lydia pulls you to one side asking to talk. Stepping away to a more private part of the loft you wait to see what’s wrong. “what’s going on with you and Peter?” she asks outright.

 

You blush “nothing, what do you mean?” you say coyly. Maybe you needed to tone down your stirring at the handsome wolf.

 

“I seen him today at the game, his arms around you before fighting with Theo. Are you two dating now?” she asks a little concerned.

 

Shaking your head no “that was to wind up Theo. Peters version of leave her alone I think, not like it worked” you told her, not really sure why Peter had started on Theo the way he did. “and besides even if I did like Peter, I don’t think he likes me like that”. You say looking down not letting her see the sadness you felt.

 

“oh, I doubt that. The way he is around you, looks at you. I think Peter likes you, I’ve always thought that especially after you saved him” she says.

 

You wished it was true but knew differently, you’d kissed him wanted more he told you no. “No, I think Peter just likes the game, I know he wouldn’t want me like that” you say hoping to end the conversation.

 

Lydia eyes you suspiciously but doesn’t question it. She looks over at Peter who watches y/n out the corner of his eye like he’d always done. She was going to ask him but knew Peter would never tell her the truth.

 

Peter sat just watching everyone else, what he always did when Scott used the loft for after games celebration. It was only pack members but for Peter it was still way too many.

 

He glanced over to y/n now she’d finished her chat with Lydia, he was about to gain your attention until Liam got it first asking her to dance. To Peter’s annoyance you agreed, going over to dance with him, Lydia, Stiles and Malia.

 

Peter growled watching as they young pups hands tried to move down your body. He found himself thinking how dare Liam touch what’s his, even if you wasn’t, its all Peter truly wanted. He hated even more you hadn’t stopped it. That you just moved slightly so he wasn’t touching anymore still laughing and dancing.

 

For the third time Liam’s hand come inches away from your ass. This time you decide not to move out of his way, nope you decide to see Peter’s reaction. Your eyes lock with his, he’s stirring with a snarl. You wink at him hoping to push him to come over do or say something but he doesn’t.  He gets up and walked to his old room. You sigh Peter hadn’t got jealous.

 

With Peter gone and the song finished you went to find something to drink. Everyone turned seeing the loft door open, Cory walked in scanning the room. Mason was happy to see about to give him a hug but Cory walked past him straight to Scott, his eyes flicking to you.

 

“Theo’s been arrested and he thinks Peter is up to something. He says Peters an alpha and y/n’s in danger” Cory blurted out. You sigh, it wouldn’t take Theo long to spill Peters secret.

 

Everyone looks at you, taking one or two breaths trying to keep your heart beat stable. “is this true” Scott asked.

 

“not as far as I know” you say hoping the wolfs wouldn’t notice the lie. After being with Theo you learned how to control some tell-tale signs of lying. “Theo has been arrested for trying to kill me” you tell Corey showing him your neck. So now he’s using lies, he knows I’m living in Peters and trying to find a way to turn you lot against him. Peter wouldn’t hurt me, in fact Peters been more respectful in the last two weeks than Theo has in two years. So what ever he’s told you Cory ignore it, I would.” You say hoping the rest believe you.

 

Derek agrees “y/n right Peter would never hurt her, yes he’d hurt a lot of people but I don’t think he’d do anything to her” he says knowing his uncles not so secret feelings for y/n. Although the Peter being an alpha was something Derek wasn’t sure about, it’s possible but surely he’d know.

 

Peter walks down the stairs “what have I meant to done now” he smirks. He’s eyes meet yours a small head tilt and smile tells you he’d heard what you said.

 

“Theo thinks your an alpha”  Scott says eyeing up Peter, arms folded, more or less asking the question without words.

 

“if I was Scott, you’d be dead” Peter jokes knowing they wouldn’t question it more. “anyway I’m ready to head home, y/n shall we your my lift” add.  You nod saying your goodbyes.

 

Once in the car Peter seemed quiet lost in his own thoughts. “thanks” he said eventually.

 

“what for?”  you asked not sure what he was thanking you for.

 

“keeping my secret. You didn’t have to lie for me but you did so thank you” he said.

 

You smiled, you had promised you’d keep his secret and did. Even if Theo knew the truth you still wouldn’t rat Peter out. “I keep my promises, I’m a good girl like that” you say.

 

Peter laughs but doesn’t look up at you. “I’m sorry Theo outed you” you say. Peter just shrugs it wasn’t your fault.

 

“sorry he tried to strangle you” he said, thinking he was party to blame for pushing Theo. Also making a mental note to kill him next time he saw him. You smile back saying wasn’t his fault.

Back at the penthouse you walk in the door, as soon as it shuts you take your t-shirt off, showing of your sports bra. Dumping the top in the washing basket you say to Peter your getting in the shower. Giving him a full view of your body hoping after today he’d still be in a touchy mood.

 

Peter headed straight to his whiskey cabinet. His mixed feeling were getting the better of him, ten minutes ago he was jealous then seeing you lie for him made him love you so much more. And then your mini show for him then left almost nothing to his imagination.

 

 He downed his drink refilling it, tonight he was going put an end to this dam game once and for all. No matter what you decide he was done playing.

 

You come down after your shower in short pyjama shorts and top. You didn’t miss the way Peters eyes widened as you walk past swaying your hips.

 

You watch Peter, he seems off you’d noticed it since the game ended. You smirk a thought coming to your head a way get what you want and cheer him up.

 

You open the fridge, getting out a bottle of juice, choosing not to have alcohol so he can’t say your drunk this time. You stretch up high reaching for one of the glasses on the taller shelf, making little noises to get his attention. Once you have the glass you smile giving him a small wink but he didn’t smile back. He turns his head away.

 

You sigh, filling the glass you walk to where he’s sat, sitting on the arm of the chair. “you know sour wolf is Derek’s nickname. This kind of pouting doesn’t look good on you” you say, swinging your legs over his, one foot resting on the top of his thigh, your toes dangerously close to his package.

 

“what are you doing y/n” he asks, unsure what else to do with his mixed feelings right now.

 

“I’m hoping to put a smile on your face, plus I owe you a thank you for coming to the game today” you say moving your toes a little to tease him.

 

He sighed keeping his face straight “I think you should stop y/n” he tone was stern.

 

You look at him confused, the first night from the bar flashing back at you. Maybe you worry wasn’t for nothing, maybe he really didn’t want you.

 

“Trying to find a way to cheer you up, do you really want me to stop. Peter.” You say nudging your foot over his cock.

 

Peter grabbed your foot, “y/n stop, I can’t do this anymore” he said looking you in the eye. Seeing your smile fade he went on to explain. “I can’t play this game we’ve been playing. I thought I could but I can’t.” He says low

 

You didn’t speak, just watch as he runs his hand though his hair, thinking about what he wanted to say next “I can’t handle your looks, touches the way you act like you want me. I can’t handle you falling asleep on my knee and I certainly can’t handle carrying you to bed and it not being mine. Ever since we kissed that night after the bar, all I think about is how much I want you, how you should be mine. How foolish I was acting like the good guy, pushing you away say no because you were drunk and upset, when I should have been the selfish bad guy”

 

He’s words were cut off when you grab him, smashing your lips with his. He was surprised by your action and didn’t move, just closed his eyes enjoying the feeling of you on his lips.

 

You pull back biting back a smile “good, I don’t think I could of handled it any more too, I was hoping you would have said something sooner” you say. This time Peter kisses you, this one more passionate but still light and closed mouthed.

 

His hand slides up the outside of your leg finding your hip. “I promised you I wouldn’t sweetheart, that night I gave you a choice, if you still wanted me in the morning I’d take you to bed, or promise I’d never bring it up” he laughed as his fingers traces circles on your hips.

 

You giggle, almost forgetting he’d said that “then take me to bed Alpha” you playfully order.

 

Peter had other ideas, he pulled you off the arm of the chair onto his lap. Kissing and nipping at you neck “thought you’d never ask” he said flashing his eyes red, scooping you do he can stand with you still in place.

 

You playfully slap him before kissing and biting his jawline and neck. He carries you up the stairs to his room, finally getting the girl he’d wished for and this time he wasn’t going to let you slip away. Peter laid you on his bed gently, leaning over you stirring deep into your eyes “you definitely want this sweetheart?” he asked once last time. You didn’t answer with words. Capturing his lips on yours pulling him closer for more.

 

Peter grabbed the hem of your vest top, slowly sliding it up, his lips following the material until he reached your boobs. He nips and kisses the parts of your boos that isn’t hidden by your black lace bra as he pulls your top off completely.

 

“Peter” you moan. He smiles at you as he comes back for another fast, hungry passionate kiss. He didn’t care how much you beg, he was going to take his time. He was going to make sure you never wanted anyone else but him after tonight.

 

You watched Peter when he broke the kiss apart, pulling his own shirt over his head. You look over his chest, taking in every line, curve and  ripple that makes him. Leaning up on your elbows to get a better, fuller view of him as he started to undo his jeans.

 

You bit your lip, as he slowly slid them off tossing the behind him. He smirked “like what you see” he chuckled before sliding his hand up your legs pulling down your shorts leaving you in your underwear. This time it was Peters turn to admire you, his eyes raked up and down your body “beautiful” he said coming to kiss you.

 

Your hands went to his chest, trailing around his neck, as you pull the hair at the back of his head. Arching your back so he can unclasp your bra he throws it the away like he did his jeans. He leans back to look at you again before kissing your boob his and playing with the other one.

 

Running your hands across his shoulders, digging your nails in as he bites on your nipple rolling the hardened bud in his teeth. You could already feel how hard Peter is, his member pressing against the top of your thigh. You moved your hips to grind against him.

 

Peter took it as a hint, he gently let his fingers down your stomach, sending goose bumps over your skin. He rubbed your covered core making you moan, under his touch. He smiled feeling how wet you were for him, how your body reacted to him. His kisses follow the same path his hand had stopping just above your pantie line. He pulls them down not taking his eyes from yours.

 

He only looks away when there off and he kisses his way up your legs biting your inner thighs. You reach down tangling your fingers in his hair as he licks along clit. You hum and whine as he teases you with his tongue, wanting and needing more. “quit teasing please Peter” you say.

 

“only because you said please”  he chuckles, sliding a finger in you. Your hips buckle as he wastes no time finding the spots that make you cry his name. It wasn’t long before he adds a second. He let’s them explore you, taking in the places that make you moan and cry for him. Before bringing his tongue too your clit to increase the pleasure you felt.

 

Peter knew you were close and didn’t let up swapping his mouth for his thick thumb. “cum for me sweetheart, I want to see you come apart for me” he practically sang. Before you knew it you were pushed over the end, clenching around his fingers, screaming a mix of ‘oh god and Peter’

 

Peter brought his fingers to his lips humming as he licked your cum from them. Leaning over you he kisses you, you feel his tip at your entrance. He let’s it roll along your swollen lips and cups your cheek with his hand. “I’ve wanted this for so long sweetheart” he says lining himself up.

 

He slowly enters you, feeling bigger than you imagined filling and stretching you in the most amazing way. The growl he makes, almost animalistic once he’s deep as he can go. “fuck me Peter” you cry, you didn’t have to ask twice, for him to start moving.

 

Peter was anything but gentle and you loved it. His thrusts were hard and sharp, hitting spots and places you didn’t know existed. You wasn’t gentle too, if Peter didn’t heal, your own scratch marks would have been visible tomorrow.

 

You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, and so could he. You whine a little as Peter pulls out but before you could moan any words. He flips you over so your now on your hands, entering you again with one fast hard thrust. Once he was settled inside you, he pulls you close so your back is pressed against his chest. His hands on your boobs kissing your neck, all you could do was reach up to grab his hair.

 

You moan his name loving the new position your in. He bucks his hips sending a new pleasure though you.  Trying to turn your head, a new wave of arousal filled your stomach seeing him, sweaty, sexy and those bright red eyes. “Peter, make me yours, bite me” you moan out on the verge of your next orgasm. “make me your little wolf, alpha”  you beg. His growl mixed with his dick hitting your g-spot sent you hurling into your orgasm.

 

Your walls clenching around him as he feels you cum on his dick, mixed with your words send Peter over the edge. His thrusts get sloppy but he doesn’t let up, the sound of you begging he let’s his teeth scratch lightly over your neck but resists the urge to sink then in as he cums deep inside you. “your amazing” he whispers, not caring if you heard or not as he slips out of you.

 

You fall on the bed, out of breath, worn out. Peter hands you a drink before pulling you into his arms. Kissing your head

 

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You laid naked in Peters bed, his arms around you, holding you close. He kissed the top of your head as you made little soft murmurs in your sleep. He was still stunned last night actually happened, that you’d chosen him, asked and begged for him. He hoped it wasn’t a one time thing. He also hadn’t forgotten your high on sex driven request of becoming his beta, butting and turning her. He wasn’t gonna lie, the thought passed his mind. He almost caved as you clenched around him begging to be his, his little wolf.

 

Peter didn’t do it, almost for the same reason he didn’t sleep with you the first night you entered his penthouse. He worried you’d regret it the next day and hate him for it. He decided he would bring it up again in a few days see how you felt then

 

He smiles as your started to wake, “morning sweetheart” he says, bring his lips close to yours, kind of testing if it was a one night stand for you. To his delight you lean up kissing him. “breakfast? He asked.

 

You shook your head no holding him tighter “I don’t wanna move or you to move, I’m comfy like this” you say. Peter smirks letting himself settle. You stayed there almost an hour, sharing hugs and kisses before you had to get up to go the bathroom. Peter kisses you heading down the kitchen in his boxers.

 

You take a second to take in how yummy his ass looked in the tight silk. When you go down Peter had you a coffee ready. He wanted to bring up what last night meant, if it meant as much to you as it did to him.

 

After breakfast he’d mentally asked you 10 different ways all sounds as bad as the one before. “what’s on your mind?” you ask him noticing him stirring into space.

 

“did you mean what you about wanting to be mine?”  he asked out right, there was no other way to say it.

 

You pull yourself onto his lap looking him deep in the eyes “yes I meant it, I meant it all. I want to be with you, be your little wolf I want you peter” you say before kissing him.

 

He smiles a full happy, and slightly relieved smile. “good it’s all I want too” he says kissing your neck. He promised to bite you on the next full moon but until then you were happy just to be his girlfriend. “you know both Scott’s and Theo’s pack won’t be happy if I turn you” he joked.

 

You kiss him again, “I don’t care what they think,  I want it and I’m happy with you” you say reassuring him. You smirk “buyt until we find a way to tell them it can be our newest secret”

[perfectlywrongformend3s]

Starstruck- Louis Partridge x Reader

Hey! I had a request. that's actually an idea that you can use if you like it :) ok so it can be a louispxreader and the reader is a singer. they meet in a Ceremony and they become friends and maybe after a while they fall for each other and confess? you can change it however you want it. thanks <3

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 2943

Warning: Just lots of fluff

Taglist: @girlincrimson

A/n: Sorry for not getting to you sooner. I am going to try to get out imagines and request as best I can this week. I am booked with work all week this week. Also requests are open.

I changed a little bit of it, but most of it is still the same as you requested.

P.s The songs that I will be using are not mine, they belong with the talented writers and their respectful owners.

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Your POV

I was in my dressing room waiting to be called to go on stage when I got a notification from instagram. I saw that the actor Louis Partridge followed me. I decided to do some stalking and found some really interesting photos and pictures of him. While I was looking at this one photo of him getting his makeup done I accidentally liked the photo. I then immediately started panicking, because I didn't mean to like it. Before I could do anything about it, I was called to go on stage.

I grabbed my guitar and slowly made my way up to the front of the stage. I could feel the excited energy rising off the fans that came to the show tonight. I felt a smirk form on my face when the lights came on. I heard all the fans start screaming, which made me let out a little giggle into the microphone.

“ How is everyone doing tonight!” I shouted into the mic

I laughed at how everyone was screaming again. I decided to start off with my most popular song right now. I started playing the chords to my song ‘ Good 4 you’

“ Ah. Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily. You found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks. Remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world? (Ah-ah-ah-ah)”

I then made the crowd sing along with me.

“ Well, good for you. You look happy and healthy. Not me. If you ever cared to ask.”

I let the crowd scream the lyrics while I continued to play the guitar. I then grabbed the microphone and screamed..

“ Well, good for you, I guess you’re gettin’ everything you want. (Ah) You brought a new car and your career’s really takin’ off (Ah) It’s like we never even happened.”

While singing, I walked up the front and held the microphone close to them and let them scream the lyrics.

I then jumped in with them.

“ Person who ever got you? Well, screw that and screw you. You will never have to hurt the way you know that I do.”

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Louis POV

I was on the set of Enola Holmes when my phone buzzed indicating that I got a notification. I pulled it out to find the most famous singer I was in love with and liked one of my photos. I was just staring at my screen when my phone got snached out of my hand.

“ Ooh, what’s got you blushing like that? It looks like you turned into a very red tomato.” I heard Millie speak

I watched her face change from teasing to super shocked. I still felt shocked.

“ What! How?” She spits out

I shrugged my shoulders in response. Millie then gave me a playful glare. “ What do you mean you don’t know?”

I gave Millie a look of confusion. “ Millie, I just don’t know how she found my account. I mean I follow her but I don’t think she would ever follow me.”

She just nodded her head and handed my phone back. I then slid it into my pocket before we had to go back to our scene together.

Your POV

I was getting closer to the end of my new song so I went back to my microphone stand and put the mic back in its place before lowering my voice.

“ Maybe I’m too emotional, But your apathy’s like a wound in salt. Maybe I’m too emotional, or maybe you never cared at all. Maybe I’m too emotional, Your apathy is like a wound in salt.” I started leaning into my microphone and started getting my voice ready to shout soon. “ Maybe I’m too emotional, or maybe you never cared at all.” I then let the crowd sing the chorus until I shouted into the mic “ LIKE A DAMN SOCIOPATH!” I heard the crowd scream loud when I did that so I let out a giggle before continuing my song.

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I was now sitting down on my stool that one of my band mates brought over for me. I was strumming my acoustic guitar on my lap to my next song while talking to my fans.

“ How is everyone doing tonight?”

I got back a bunch of screams and I even heard some responses back which made me smile. “ Alright guys the show is wrapping up soon-” Before I could continue I heard the crowd “ Aww” in response. “ You guys are funny, but I have had such an amazing time hanging out and singing for you guys. I just want to let you know I have about two more songs for you guys. So the first song I want to play for you guys is ‘ Happier’ and then the last and final song of the night is going to be' ‘Good Boy’’.”

I gave the crowd a smile before going back to playing the chords to my song ‘ Happier’

I got closer to the mic and sang the first words…

“ We broke up a month ago.Your friends are mine, you know I know. You’ve moved on, found someone new. One more girl who brings out the better in you. And I thought my heart was detached. From all the sunlight of our past. But she’s so sweet, she’s so pretty, Does she mean you forgot about me?”

I then stop singing for a little while with a small frown on my face before looking up to find the crowd with their phone lights out. I gave a small smile before going back to a frown. I then sang..

“ Oh, I hope you’re happy, But not like how you were with me. I’m selfish, I know, I can’t let you go. So find someone great, but don’t be happier.”

I then pointed for the crowd to take over the singing for a little bit while I played the chords.

Louis POV Millie and I just finished our last scene of the movie so we had to change out of our outfits and head to the place where we were meeting the rest of the cast and crew members for a one last dinner event.

I was the last to arrive as per usual, so we all laughed it off before having a great time with each other before heading off in different directions.

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Once I was back to my house I fell into my bed and layed there for quite some time. I got interrupted with a text message, so I grabbed my phone and said Millie sent me a link to something. Without thinking I clicked on it and saw that it was a video of Y/n singing one of her popular songs. I smiled while watching it due to my huge crush on her, if I ever met her in real life I probably would pass out in front of her.

Your POV

After I sang my last line of my last song I yelled into the mic…

“ I LOVE YOU LONDON! SEE YOU REAL SOON AGAIN!”

I then ran off stage and headed to my dressing room to pack my things to then get on my toru bus that will take me to my hotel that I was staying at. While I was sitting on the bus I decided to post a couple of my pictures I took and put them on my instagram page. After I did that I then decided to stalk that actor I saw on my feed.

‘Time Jump’

It was one of the most important days of my life because I was nominated for an award at the Grammys. So I was with my make up team and someone was helping me with my outfit also. It was a simple but fashionable dress with some simple black high heel shoes.

Third Person POV

Louis was heading to the Grammy’s because of his new movie getting picked for one of the categories, but Y/n also got a nomination for Top artist, and album of the year. The both of them were so close to seeing each other in real life and they didn’t expect each other to be so starstruck.

Louis’s POV

I was walking around the red carpet with Millie when she got asked to do an interview so I stood back and waited for her to be done. While I was waiting I heard a familiar laugh being heard only a couple of feet ahead of me. I then snapped my head into the direction to find the one and only Y/n Y/l/n laughing with the person interviewing her. It took me a little while to process everything that was going around me because I could only see her in the room. I felt my heart start beating faster and felt my hands start shaking a little bit.

Millie’s POV

I was finally done with my interview when I saw Louis staring at something so I followed his eyes and saw him staring at Y/n. I felt a smirk form on my lips and pulled him over to her with all the strength I had in me.  I heard him telling me to stop but I didn’t listen since I waited to meet her too.

Your POV

I was talking to someone when I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder which made me turn my head. I saw a teenage girl and a teenage boy behind me, so I smiled before giving them my attention.

“ Hi, I’m Millie Bobby Brown and this is my friend Louis Partridge.”  she said

“ Hi, Are you guys fans? Also, are you guys by any chance actors in this movie called Enola Holmes?” I questioned

Millie looked at me shocked and nodded her head. I gave her a smile before holding my arms out to give her a hug. I felt her wrap her arms around me. “ I am such a big fan of your music and I could say the same for him back there too.”

I let out a giggle before releasing her and looked behind her to find Louis just staring. I walked over to him and gently put my hand on his shoulder which made him jump. I raised an eyebrow “ Are you good?” He then just gave me a nod. I turned my head due to hearing Millie speak.

“ He was just in shock. He's in love with you.”

Louis’s POV

I felt my face getting hotter by the minute and glared at Millie. She gave me an innocent look and smirked before walking off and leaving me with Y/n. I saw her turn around and smile at me.

“ So in love with me.” She teased

I gave out a chuckle before scratching the back of my neck and looking back at her. I was about to answer her but someone told us to head to the seats to hear the winners. I watched her walk away and smiled before heading to my seat next to Millie.

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Once the awards were over I decided to search for Y/n before leaving to head back to my hotel room. I saw her getting hugs from people so I stood back.

Your POV

I smiled at everyone and turned due to feeling eyes on me. I saw Louis and smiled at him. I walked over to him and gave him a hug and whispered. “ Congrats on your award.” I felt his breath on the side of my neck and heard him doing the same to me. I then pulled back due to hearing my name and slipped a piece of paper to him before kissing the side of his cheek.

Third Person POV

Louis stood there with a shocked expression again. He then looked down at the piece of paper to find her number and a message that said ‘ call me’. He then felt himself smile before heading back to his hotel to rest up.

‘Time Jump’

Y/n was chilling in her apartment writing a song when she heard her phone ring. She picked it up to find an unknown number, but just answered it hoping it would be Louis.

“ Hello?” she said with caution

“ Hi” she heard him say

Which made her let out a little giggle. “ I thought you would never call me.” she responded with. Louis chuckled on the other end. “ Yea, sorry about that. I was a little scared to call you.” Before he could say anything else he heard giggles coming from the other end of the line.

“ Why Louis?” Louis thought hard about what his next response was going to be because he didn’t want to straight up say because we were meant to be together or I was just scared of rejection. Louis finally decided to just ask..

“ Y/n.” he took a pause “ I was wondering if you would like to go out to dinner with me?”

Your POV

I let out a gasp when I heard those words and started nodding but forgetting he couldn't see me so I said..

“ Ofcourse, I will go out with you, Louis.”

Then we just chatted about our days for the rest of the day.

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The day my date with Louis came so quickly then I could have blinked and I was not prepared. I ran all over my house looking for things to finish off my outfit before it was time to go.

I heard a knock on my door indicating that he was here so I slipped on my heels and carefully made my way to the door. Once I opened it I was met with those hazel eyes that I fell in love with.

“ Wow, you look stunning.” he said

I felt myself start blushing. I then took in his look and stated that… “ Well you look really handsome.”

He then held his hand out for me to take. “ My lady,” he said in his accent, which made me let out a small giggle.

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We were coming up to the end of the date already. He took me to this beautiful restaurant where we are now sharing a piece of cake. I saw him staring at me so I questioned him.

“ What?”

He let out a soft chuckle. “ Nothing, you're just really beautiful looking under this light.”

I felt myself start to blush which made me look down. Before I knew it I felt two fingers lift it back up. “ Don’t look down, you're gorgeous when you get all flustered.” That only made me blush harder. “ Stop.” I said giggling which made him chuckle.

Before I knew it we were back in his car driving back to my place. I was looking out the window when I felt him put his hand on my leg, which sent chills all over my body. I then put my hand on top of his and intertwined our fingers together. I smiled at the thought of us going on more dates.

Louis’s POV

I pulled into her driveway and parked my car. I turned to face her when I saw her already looking at me. I then released her hand and got out of the car to go to her side and open it for her. I walked her to her door where we both stood there for a little while. I then took a risk and leaned forward. I could feel her breath on me, I then closed the gap between us. I could feel her smile into the kiss before I felt her wrap her arms around the back of my neck. I wrapped my arms around her waist to pull her in to me more. She pulled away but kept her forehead against mine.

“ I really like you Louis.” She whispered against my lips

I smiled and said, “ I really like you too Y/n.”

I then leaned in again to give her another goodnight kiss before heading off. I walked over to my car and got in, I then waved at her with a smile on my face and pulled out of the driveway.

Third Person POV

Y/n watched Louis drive off into the distance. She felt a smile creep on her face before heading inside to dream about her date with him. Louis felt the same as her. He felt all giddy inside and he could help but smile at the thought of her. He was already planning the next date for them to go on together.

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Man this is long, but it was worth it because I got major butterflies from writing this for you. I hope you enjoy and if you would like more Louis then comment and I definitely write more of him.

-Samantha

[lostinthewiind]

Piss Off Your Parents - Part 9

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren’t a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner’s 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: PG13

Warnings: arguing, harsh language, swearing

Song → 18 by Anarbor

Previous → Part 8

Next → Part 10

The trek up the stairs from the store to the apartment felt like climbing a never-ending escalator that was going the wrong way. After the day you had had, you were both mentally and physically exhausted and ready to call it a night early.

Thankfully, as if you had finally hit a stroke of luck that day, Keishin had texted you saying that he would pick up dinner on the way home, saving you the exertion of having to leave the apartment again. So, with that information in mind, you kicked off your shoes for the day and fell unceremoniously onto the couch in the living room.

As you sat down, you heard the envelope in your back pocket crinkle and the sudden noise seemed to completely fill the otherwise silent apartment.

Ah yes, the envelope.

Pulling the decision to your future out of your back pocket, you stared at it for what felt like another hour or so. No matter how long you held the envelope in your hands, you couldn't force yourself to open it. You simply didn't want to.

At some point between when your mother had handed it to you and now, you had subconsciously decided that you wanted to choose your own path forward despite what the decision letter may or may not say.

Feeling strangely empowered and confident, you stood to your feet and ventured into the bedroom where you slipped the envelope into one of the drawers Keishin was letting you keep your clothes in and tucked it underneath one of your sweaters. Maybe one day you would open the damn thing when whatever was inside wasn't weighing so heavily on your mind and future, but today was not that day.

Just then, you heard the front door open and knew Keishin had arrived home. Closing the drawer, you plastered a smile across your face and exited the bedroom to greet your boyfriend.

"Welcome home, Dear," you giggled, trying your best to fake the part of a doting housewife. "How was the volleyball game?"

Keishin chuckled softly as you took the takeout bags from him. "It was a close game, but they pulled it together in the last set and won."

"Oh, good!" You placed the bags onto the table before retrieving some plates and chopsticks from the kitchen.

"How was your day?" he asked as he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

You sighed as you thought back on your day. "It was okay," you answered, not really wanting to go into much more detail than that. You doubted Keishin wanted to hear about your minuscule problems with rude customers after the long day he had clearly had.

Keishin, however, picked up on your uncertainty right away. "Doesn't sound okay," he commented. "Want to talk about it?"

You shrugged. "Just some shitty customers. Seems I had forgotten how poorly low-level workers are treated sometimes . . . just threw me a little," you said. "I'll be fine. Just glad the day is over now."

"You and me both." He flashed a smile as he turned to head for the bedroom. "I'm just going to change quickly and then we'll eat."

"Sounds good." You started dishing out some of the food. "I was also thinking we could watch a movie tonight as well. I could use something to clear my mind."

"Sitting on the couch with a beer is an ideal evening in my book," you heard him respond faintly from the bedroom. "There's a new action movie that came out. I think it's about-"

You waited for Keishin to finish his sentence, but when he didn't, you cocked your head and looked toward the bedroom doorway. Before you had the chance to call out to him, he appeared in the doorway shirtless, eyebrows furrowed and the envelope from the university in his hand.

"W-why do you have that?" you asked, the look on his face upon discovering the letter making your heart drop. "That was in my drawer . . . why were you going through my things?"

"I was looking for my sweater, the one you always steal," he answered. "Y/N . . . what is this?"

Rounding the table and approaching Keishin, you snatched the envelope out of his hand. "That is one of the many reasons why my day today was so shitty."

As you turned to head for the kitchen to toss the envelope in the garbage and rid your life of it, Keishin followed you. "You didn't get in?" he inquired.

You shrugged. "I have no idea. I didn't open it."

As you moved to toss the letter into the trash, Keishin grabbed your wrist and stopped you. "Why are you throwing it out if you didn't open it yet?"

"Because I don't care what it says. I've decided that I'm going to stay here with you and work at the store. This is the life I want . . . the life I get to choose for myself."

"You should still open it," he reasoned. "You might change how you feel about it when you see the result."

"I don't want to change how I feel about it." You shook your head as you gently pried your wrist out of his grip. "No need to make things more difficult than they need to be. I've had enough difficulty for one lifetime, thank you very much. This decision is easy, and best of all, it makes me happy."

Gesturing to the envelope, Keishin sighed. "But this is what you wanted. When you told me about your dream to play soccer at the University of Tokyo, your face lit up. Why are giving up on your dream before you've even given yourself a chance to experience it?"

"Dreams can change, Keishin," you told him before sighing and deciding to humour him for a moment. "Okay, let's say I open this letter and somehow did get in. What then? I couldn't pay for that school in my wildest dreams; not without my parents' help. Sometimes dreams are just childish and unrealistic. So I found a new dream, one with us living here together."

"You could apply for student loans. Tons of people do." He folded his arms across his chest. "I don't think this is about the money or your parents. I think this is about us. You've gotten comfortable here."

Throwing your hands up into the air in exasperation, you huffed. "And so what if I have? Is that really so bad?"

"I just don't want you to throw away an opportunity like this over me."

"Over you?" you cocked a brow. "Because you're, what, trash? Not worth it? A lowlife? A burnout?"

Keishin bit at his bottom lip. "You know what's not what I meant."

Inhaling deeply, you glared down at the god-forsaken envelope in your hand and began to tear at the top. "Let's not fight about something that probably isn't even going to happen." You pulled the letter out and unfolded it, your eyes scanning the text quickly. "The University of Tokyo is notoriously difficult to get into and I-"

Keishin quirked a brow when you stopped mid-sentence. "What does it say?"

A broken laugh was the only thing you could manage as you lowered the letter and shook your head. "Un-fucking-believable." You handed the paper over to Keishin, the edge crumpled from where your grip had tightened when you read the decision.

Keishin looked at the page for all of two seconds before he found the bolded 'Congratulations' and a huge grin spread across his face. "You got in!" He was way more excited than you were about this. "This is good news. You can play soccer at the University of Tokyo. Come on, you can't tell me this doesn't make you at least a little happy."

"I wish it did," you answered honestly. "I wish it were that easy."

"It is! It can be." Keishin set the letter down on the counter and took your hands in his. "Student loans, part-time jobs, it's all possible. Sure, it might be a little tricky to work out, but it's totally possible."

When you didn't respond, Keishin hooked his fingers under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. "Accept the spot at the university. Follow your dream," he told you.

". . . but I'll have to leave you." You felt the words catch in your throat and tried your hardest not to start crying. "You make me happy—you're the first thing that's made me genuinely happy in a long time—and I don't want to leave that for a chance at something that might not even work out."

"But what if it does work out? You don't know that it won't," he said softly. "Don't end up like me, looking back at your past and wondering what might have been if you had just chosen a different path. I know this might seem good enough for now, but how will you feel after ten or twenty years of working the same dead-end job for the same shit pay all while getting treated like shit by people who look down on you? Look at how one day of catering to pretentious assholes made you feel. Do you really want to live the rest of your life like that?"

"But what about you?" you asked, your voice shaky.

Keishin dropped his head, a few stray strands of hair falling into his face. Unlike that morning, when he had been asleep with loose hairs in his face, he looked annoyed and frustrated now. The bags under his eyes and tension lines on his forehead were a stark contrast to the soft, peaceful face you had woken up to that morning.

"Don't throw this away over me," he repeated. "Don't throw your future away over a 26-year-old burnout."

Lip quivering, you sucked in a deep breath. "I thought you were different . . . but you're just like everyone else."

Keishin eyed you. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You said I should make my own decisions and live my life how I wanted but it was all a facade." You slipped your hand out of his and took a step back. "In the end, you're just like everyone else . . . you think you have a right to plan my future for me without giving me a say in the matter. You want to tell me how to live my life just like my parents."

"How could you say that?" Keishin almost snapped but managed to collect his anger before he did. "All I want is what's best for you."

You scoffed as you wiped a tear from your cheek. "If I had a penny for every time I've heard that I'd have enough money to pay for the University of Tokyo and then you'd get your damn wish . . . I'd be gone."

"When did I ever say I wanted you gone? Why are you so adamant that going to Tokyo means we can't be together?"

"Why are you so against just letting me make my own decision about this?! Why do I have to go to play soccer at that fucking university and leave you? I don't want to leave you!"

"Why not? Why are you so damn hung up on someone like me?!"

"Because I love you!" The two of you froze in place the second those words left your mouth. Chest heaving from the shouting and high emotions, you snapped your mouth shut before you said anything else in the heat of the moment.

Eyes wide, Keishin stared at you like a deer in headlights. "You what?"

You debated whether or not you should repeat what you had said, but by then, the damage had been done. "I love you," you breathed. "And I know you told me not to fall in love with you . . . but I did. I fell hard and fast and now I'm stuck in you and I cannot possibly leave you so please stop asking me to."

You waited for what felt like an eternity for Keishin to say something, say anything. He opened his mouth a few times like he was about to, but nothing ever came out.

"Keishin . . ." You took a cautious step forward. "Please say something."

Keishin swallowed hard before looking you directly in the eyes. "If I said I didn't love you back, would you go?"

You felt your heart crack and the sensation of being punched in the gut spread throughout your entire body. "Is that what you're saying? You don't love me?"

"If I didn't, would you leave?"

You inhaled sharply. "If you look me in the eyes right now and tell me that you don't feel the same way that I do; that everything over the past few months has meant nothing to you, there would be no possible way I could stay in Miyagi," you answered truthfully. "If you tell me that you don't love me and that you never have, I would have no reason to stay in this prefecture."

Keishin's lips parted once more. "Y/N . . . I-" His brown eyes locked onto yours and you could feel what he was about to say even though he never did. "I . . . I can't do this right now."

With that, he brushed past you, grabbed a sweater from the bedroom and threw it on before storming out of the apartment, leaving you and the now cold takeout food alone.

Tears in your eyes and a lump in your throat, you turned to look over your shoulder at the decision letter sitting on the counter, practically taunting you.

You should have thrown the thing out the second your mom dropped it off. Or better yet, maybe you should have never made that deal with Keishin and applied for the university in the first place.

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a/n: personally i’ve been waiting for this part to come since the beginning lmao, so here is the proposal finally!! it’s like so fluffy, almost disgustingly, but i just couldn’t help myself

pairing: Sebastian Stan X Reader

word count: 1.8k

This fic is part of the LITTLE ONE series, but can be read as a simple oneshot as well! Find the masterpost of the series HERE!

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You’ve been eating like a hormonal teenage boy these past weeks and you know it needs to stop and held under control, but you just can’t help yourself. It’s like your stomach has become a black hole that needs to absorb any and every food that’s home, you’re constantly snacking beside the large portions you eat three times a day, there’s always something you’re craving, the shopping list on the fridge is changing every hour because you think of something else to eat.

Luckily, you haven’t gained that much weight besides the noticeable bump that’s your baby in your belly, seems like your little girl does need all the food and she uses it instead of letting it all get stuck on other parts of your body, so you’re fine for just now.

Sitting on the couch, watching some kind of soap opera, you’re snacking on an entire jar of Nutella this time, shamelessly stuffing your mouth with the sweet, thick stuff, pretty sure that nothing will be left of it by the end of the day. Sebastian is away again for his second filming that was scheduled even before you found out you were pregnant and he messed around with it a little, shortening it once again and you just visited him last weekend. Now that you are pushing the end of your second trimester, your bump is quite evident, not something you can hide easily, so when you showed up on set with your boyfriend, you didn’t even try to cover it up, knowing well someone would spot it sooner or later. However everyone on the team has been so respectful, keeping the news to themselves, because no headlines have been made about your pregnancy just yet, keeping the secret even longer. To be honest, you’re surprised it hasn’t been discovered sooner, you thoughr someone would catch you out and about and see right through your baggy clothes and sell the news to the tabloids, but now you are in the sixth month and no one knows a thing.

Your phone chimes next to you, a text from Seb and you hum to yourself happily, putting the jar aside to grab the phone and see what he wrote.

“How are my two favorite girls doing? Miss you a lot!”

He even attached a silly selfie of himself in hair and makeup, he looks adorable with the clips in his hair and some kind of patches under his eyes. Like a real beauty guru.

Grabbing the Nutella, you place it on top of your bump as you move the phone to a lower angle and take a selfie that makes your bump look even bigger, the jar on top and you grinning widely at the camera as you snap a picture and send it to him with your reply.

“Enjoying our third snack of the day at 11 am! Miss you too, can’t wait to see you next week!”

He reads the message right away, his reply coming just seconds later.

“Look at that bump! You look gorgeous, baby! Can’t wait to see you too, have fun with your sister today, love you lots Xx”

Since he has left you’ve been trying to keep yourself busy so you don’t miss him too much and you’re also using these weeks to spend as much time with your friends and family as possible, knowing well once the baby arrives you won’t be going out that much for a while, nestled up in your home, learning the ropes of being a mother. Today you are meeting up with your sister, she is taking you out to this alleged new, quite fancy restaurant you haven’t heard about before. She claimed that it’s really exclusive, so you don’t have to worry about being photographed or bothered, but she also told you to glam yourself up for the occasion. It’s gonna be some nice sister time, something you haven’t been able to do in a long time.

You take the assignment seriously, doing your hair and makeup the best you can and you decide to put on a flowy maxi dress with a soft, knitted cardigan, very much going for a kind of cottage core vibe. Leaving just in time you text your sister that you’re on your way, putting the address into the GPS and heading out of town, because the place is near the beach. She texts you back that she’ll meet you there and so your short little road trip begins. Sitting in the car you’re listening to one of the many playlists Sebastian has made for you and the baby, he likes to play them at home, humming the songs under his breath, hoping to start educating your little girl in the field of music as early as possible. You have to admit he has a good taste, so you don’t mind it at all.

As you follow the instructions of the GPS you find the place that’s supposed to be your destination, but it doesn’t seem like a restaurant at all, more like a mansion of some kind, a very expensive looking if you are being honest. There are no other cars, no sign of other people so as you park at the front you call your sister.

“Hey, I’m right outside, but I have a feeling I’m at the wrong place? It doesn’t look like a restaurant.”

“Oh, don’t worry! You’re at the right place! I’m a little late, but I’ll be there soon, just go inside, they are expecting us!” she assures you, but you’re still not convinced.

Ending the call you approach the entrance and for your surprise the heavy doors open before you could even knock or find the bell. A man in a tuxedo appears in front of you, smiling warmly at you.

“Miss Y/L/N?”

“Uh, yeah,” you nod, a little shy and confused.

“Please, follow me,” prompts as you walk inside and the two of you start crossing the grandiose hall of the building.

At this point you are sure it’s not a restaurant, but you have no idea why your sister wanted you to come here. You want to ask the man if you’re even at the right place, but he called you by your name so he was expecting you, this has to be the place where you’re supposed to be. More and more questions pile up in your head as you follow him out to the backyard, a gigantic, flower-filled garden that’s straight out of a fairytale, a path leading down to the beach where there’s a dreamy little pergola with even more flowers and fairy lights and as your eyes fall on the figure standing in the middle of the pergola, you immediately gasp.

Because surrounded with all the flowers and lights, there is Sebastian standing in an elegant suit, smiling widely at you as the man next to you helps you down the stairs before you start walking down the path to him.

Tears are flooding your eyes, because you already know what it is, but you can’t believe it’s really happening. He was so sneaky, he got home from filming earlier and even made your sister play along to surprise you, he is such a romantic soul, no one can change your mind about that!

“You’re not in Atlanta!” you tell him when he is finally close enough to hear you. He chuckles sweetly, taking a few steps forward to meet you sooner, his hands finding your waist as you cup his face in your hands, pulling him down to kiss you right away.

“No, I’m not, baby,” he smirks, his hands sliding to your belly, gently stroking the sides as you wipe your tears away, but there’s no use, because the next moment, he steps back a little, just enough so that he can get down on one knee and you’re crying again when you see him pull out a little velvety box from his pocket.

You were expecting it. You knew he would propose before the baby arrives, but you just didn’t know when and how, but he surely outdone himself with his little surprise.

“My Love, Y/N,” he starts after a deep breath, his hands finding yours and you can feel the shaking, but you’re not sure if it’s coming from yours or his. Probably both. “I’ve spent the best years of my life with you and I haven’t been the same man since the day I met you, but in the best way possible. You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met and I’m so lucky that you did not only choose to be with me, but you are now carrying our baby under your heart as well, out little one who is equal parts of you and me, though you’re doing ninety percent of the job here,” he adds with a chuckle, making you laugh through your tears. “I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you the moment you were so badass on your first date, kissing me when I didn’t have the balls to do the first step, but I’m glad you did. I fell in love with you right then and there and the same thing has been happening every day, over and over again since then. I know we went a little out of order with everything we had planned,” he smirks, glancing down at your bump before his blue eyes find yours again, “but that doesn’t change the fact that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, so I have a question for you.”

He pops the lid of the box open, a gorgeous, brilliant diamond ring coming to your vision, sparkling in the warm afternoon Sun so perfectly, it takes your breath away.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?” he asks, clearly nervous, even though there’s no doubt about your answer, you’ve told him plenty of times before that you want to marry him, but still, it’s a huge moment in both your lives.

“Yes, yes, yes!” you nod eagerly as you both start laughing in relief, his shaky fingers tagging the ring out of the box and sliding it to your finger gently, before he brings your hand to his mouth and kisses the ring.

Then he finally stands up and you basically throw yourself into his arms, kissing him like your life depends on it as he kisses you back with just as much force.

“I love you and I can’t wait to call you my wife,” he sighs pleased against your lips.

“Mm, another title in the line? Girlfriend, baby mama, fiancé and then wife,” you giggle giddily.

“You missed one,” he cocks an eyebrow at you slyly.

“Which one?”

“Love of my life.”

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