#music I like. one friend said a song I like was scary. some people make faces at what I play. some have paid it no mind at all. they don’t

[peapod20001]

When I love a song, I’ll love it forever

[elliesmainhoe]

Ellie Williams Headcannons:

BODYGUARD!ELLIE X SINGER!READER

My Masterlist

Ellie was the head manager of the security company your team had hired to keep you safe.

Your life consisted of tours, interviews, studios, parties and paparazzi.

You loved your life, you were privileged to have millions of dollars in your possession, large remote mansions, new York penthouses and parties with the elites. But you would be lying if you said that you didn't wish for normality.

It was scary always being in the public eye. Meeting people who knew everything about you and you knew nothing about them. But Ellie made you feel safe.

She was always somewhere nearby. At a party? She's watching you in the corner. A fan approaches you in public? She's hovering behind you, making sure they don't get too close.

Ellie could not count the amount of times you had been pushed over by a hoard of excited fans. Or had your space invaded by eager paparazzi, trying desperately to try and take a picture of you doing any simple mundane task.

Everyone knew Ellie was good at her job, amazing even. But you distracted her. Your little black dresses, styled hair, beautiful smile and charming personality.

She'd worked security for many years and had met many celebrities, but none as sweet and kind hearted as you.

It was after a concert when you were sitting on the sofa in your dressing room backstage, face newly scrubbed and clean, hair tied back out of your face and you were dressed in PJ's.

The room was empty, the only sound that flittered through the room was a song one of your friends had recently released coming out of your speakers and you crunching on your after performance snacks.

Three knocks hit your door in the rhythm you had came to have memorized.

"Come in Williams!" You spoke louder, so she could here you over your music. The door pushed ajar, revealing the muscular woman, hair tied back, tight black pants and a shirt tucked in them that had 'SECURITY' scrawled across the back.

"wassup" you muttered looking up at the gorgeous woman from over your phone briefly before turning back to it.

"I just wanted to let you know that the back exit is now ready for you and you can leave now, if you so wish"

"You don't have to stand so stiff in the door Williams, come in, come in" you muttered gesturing for her to sit on the couch opposite you.

"You want any snacks? There all yours Williams."

"Ellie. Call me Ellie."

After a while if oblivious awkward pining you eventually became official.

You thought she was protective before? Oh my god, she's unbearable.

"No you can't go that way, I don't know if the route is safe cupcake."

"Stay right here missy, no wandering of. Else they'll be consequences"

"Baby there are loads of paps outside, want me to scare em off?"

"Yes ma'am"

Her nicknames for you include: 'Missy, Boss, Ma'am, Baby, Cupcake'

Cannot be spontaneous, girlie is so paranoid about everythingggg.

You find it endearing though.

Her watching you when your performing in your skimpy outfits and then absolutely ripping them to pieces later 😍

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Some Headcanons to try and get rid of my writer's block.

I have so many fics in progress, but I keep switching between them and not committing to one to finish. Ugh. Anyways

Hope you liked this!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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[ornii]

Folie a Deux IV: Jealousy

(I also Made an alternate Cover! Don’t know why)

A college student finally finished their midterm exams and makes their way back to the dorm. First thing they do when they enter is check YouTube and spot the perfect video.

Jenna Ortega and (F/n) (L/n) answer the Webs most searched questions. It plays as the two sit casually together.

“Hello I’m Jenna Ortega.”

“And I’m (F/n) (L/n), and we’re here to Answer the Webs most searched questions about us.”

The video begins as the duo take a board and answer various internet searches. (Y/n) tears off one.

“Is (Y/n)… Blind.” He said, he turns to the camera, staring at it as people try not to laugh.

“…No.” He answers, “It was just a Character I was playing, I’m not actually blind, but what I will say is that acting blind is a lot harder than you think.” He explains, Jenna eyes him as he looks at her.

“Okay so let’s say we’re doing a scene, and I have to listen to you, I can’t look directly at you even though I obviously want to, I have to basically look in your general direction but not directly at you.” He said, she nodded, admitting that makes sense.

“He’s smarter than he looks she says jokingly, the interviewer continues as another question pops up.

“How did.. Jenna Ortega and (F/n) (L/n) meet.” She said, “it was… the Grammys?” She Said and (Y/n) nodded.

“Yeah it was the 2020? I remember they told I was gonna sit next to Orgeta so I thought, “oh it’s probably Brian Orgeta or something.” This was my first Awards show so I was obviously anxious and I had a few things in my brain to say to break the ice, well it didn’t end well. I look to my left and this, beautiful girl just sat down next to me and, you remember the old windows PC’s and that blue screen sound effect they make? That was my brain.” He explains without cracking a single smirk, Jenna pursed her lips, trying not to laugh, also because he said she was beautiful.

“But yeah, ever since that, and us getting casted in Wednesday we’ve been friends ever since.”

“Yeah, Friends.” She mutters.

With the last question, they both tear it off and say in unison. “Are Jenna Ortega and (F/n) (L/n).. dating.” They look to the camera to speak but the video, hilariously and abruptly ends.

“So they cut the video for dramatic effect?” (Y/n) Asks Miss Ortega as he sits at a marble table inside a beautiful kitchen, it was part of a beautiful villa in Tuscany Italy. He asks the girl walking out of the room putting on a pair of gorgeous golden earrings, her hair done so well, adorning a beautiful gold trimmed Princess Line dress. He saw her and much like before, his brain couldn’t fathom her beautiful, he simply stood up and walked to the window, looking out to see the gorgeous countryside and it’s beautiful hills, perfectly matched by the slowly setting sun.

“I really appreciate you coming with me.” He said, “I mean getting invited to some ball was pretty scary.” He explains, Jenna shook her head. “It’s funny to hear that, I’ve been doing this since I was a kid, it’s natural to me.” She explains, walking next to him she also looks out the window. Taking in the slowly setting sun over the beautiful Italian mountainside.

“I could look at this forever.” She said, reveling in the beauty of the moment. (Y/n) nods, his phone suddenly rings, checking it was his manager and he reluctantly answers.

“Hello? Oh, yeah I’m just waiting I— oh, she did?” He said, Jenna turns to him, her interest growing in his conversion.

“That’s, fine? Okay.” He hangs up, and turns to Jenna.

“Apparently Olivia’s going too, so that’s fun.” He said, Jenna was taken aback slightly. Not expecting someone else.

“It’ll be nice to see her at least, cmon we should get going.”

The two were escorted, mostly driven to there. (Y/n) was humming to “Good 4 U”. Jenna, having a taste for music picks up.

“You must really like that song.” She said and (Y/n) nods, “Love it. Actually, I guess the boys version I made was okay, but nothin compares to the original.”

“Boys?” She replied, and (Y/n) reluctantly shows a video, it was a small recap of it all. (Y/n) releasing a version that swaps the protagonists of the song. Not to diss Olivia but to show that breakups are nasty on both ends. Turns out, Olivia loved it, and obviously retweeted it.

“Breakups suck on both ends a lot of times, it’d be like if you and I stopped being friends, we’d both be hurt.” He explains, Jenna sees the look in his eyes, she always found he was always honest, even if it was painful and the look in his Eyes, he would be hurt if they stopped. Jenna reached out, her hand almost grabbing his, until the vehicle stopped, they halted and prepared to make center stage, as the door opened (Y/n) stepped out first, adjusting his suit he then turns to the door and reaches out for Jenna, she smiles, taking his hand and steps out. The duo make their presence known.

Cameras flash and (Y/n) was still a bit novice at this, Jenna took it for the moment to make her power move, her arm wrapped around his and he was surprised but didn’t make any attempt to stop her, the two walk in to the Ball, adores with tapestry and music, it felt like the 1900’s once more, a whimsical prince with a beautiful princess on his arm, this was a fantasy to many, but a dream come true for (Y/n).

It was mostly mingling and talking, the two keeping close to each other. While they weren’t locked arms they were still in yelling distance, mingling and enjoying the ambiance. Staying in the Limelight, but something caught (Y/n) in the corner of his eye, a girl with sleek black hair approaching, in a large silver Ball gown, it was Olivia. She smiled and approached, (Y/n) was caught off guard by another beautiful woman talking to him first!

“(Y/n)?” She asks. (Y/n)s pep picked up and he smiles.

“Yeah, it’s nice to meet you!” He offers a handshake and Olivia kindly shakes it. Yeah we’ve talked on the internet before but, it’s weird in person.

“You come here alone?” (Y/n) asks.

“Yeah, it was nice to not be on tour or stuck making music, good to get out, you?” She replies, (Y/n) looks over.

“No, Jenna’s with me.” He said, Olivia nods in jest, “A nice date night then huh?” She said.

“What? No it’s, she came as a friend, I’m not too good with people.” (Y/n) awkwardly admits. Olivia looks around for a moment, spotting Miss Ortega, who sees the two chatting and, isn’t in the most enjoyable mood. Olivia smiles.

“Hey, Mind if we talk in private? Something I want to run by you.” She asks, (Y/n) casually agrees and Jenna watches the two walk away to a more secluded part of the Ballroom. Her frown was very prominent, and she sulked after, slowly following them. They pass by a pillar To the outside and Jenna has lost their trail, listening to any talking she picks something up, she follows past a pillar and to smaller balcony, she was suddenly stopped as (Y/n) came around the corner. They almost bumped into each other.

“Oh! Sorry!” (Y/n) said, Jenna’s worry faded as she looks around.

“It’s fine, so, what were you up to?” She asked.

“Olivia.” He said at first, “she wants to collaborate on a song, first collab for me!” He said with a giddy smile. Jenna couldn’t help herself with a smile. (Y/n) walks out to the Balcony and Miss Ortega soon follows.

“So, music?” She asked, “Yeah, she’s working on something called.. “Vampire.” Can’t say much more.”

“You aren’t taking any more acting roles, are you?” She said, a hint of sadness on it.

“I don’t know… I’m not really fit for it. I mean I had my first kiss on a Netflix show, am I really made for this?” He says to her, Jenna shrugs off his fears.

“It’s a rough thing at first but… wait, First?” She asks, not fully catching that first part. (Y/n), lacking any awareness nods.

“Yeah, that scene we did after my character did that whole speech and Wednesday had that vision.” He explains, Jenna blinks a few times in disbelief.

“Was I..?” She asks, trailing on. (Y/n) awkwardly nods. “Yeah, you were my first Kiss. So, how did I do?” He admits, for the moment the roles were reversed, Jenna was the dumbfounded fool whose heart skipped a bit. Jenna’s face was perfectly lit by the moonlight which hid her growing blush, she turns to face the party, hiding her smile so much.

“You did… you did fine..” she said, and calmly but confidently walked back to the Ball.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Hey there! I really like your Faust shorts. Usually I’m nervous about requesting stuff, but I wanted to ask. Do you think maybe you could do Bard and a younger fan reader who’s been helping out at helvete for a job? He calls her “little lady,” both because she’s younger and way shorter than him lol. Maybe some of her bullies come into the shop and start teasing her, but then scary tall lanky boy comes out with the scary dog energy and scars them off? And when he sees that she’s kinda upset still about what happens he offers to let her pick out the horror movie they’re gonna watch together. Just cute platonic stuff with a smug of a crush on readers side lol

My little Lady - Faust x fem!reader

warning : alcohol, cuddling, use of a knife and gun

Info : Hi hi thanks for the request anon don't be nervous the only bad thing that could happen is a ,,No". So have fun reading this and hope you and others likes it ;)

masterlist

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Helvete was the place to go if you were looking for like-minded people, weirdos, crazy people, satanists or simply a distraction.

It was a store for freaks, for people who didn't want to belong in society and didn't do so. A store that was nevertheless a home for very specific people.

A home that became a place where all the freaks could meet to be just that. Freaks. It was the store where the little lady stayed, at least that's what Faust always called her.

The younger employee who initially only helped out at the weekend was now an employee and a member of the store. At first, the boys had almost laughed at her when she came in because of her size she almost seemed to still be at school.

Although this was not the case, it was an unusual view, but by the time she proved herself on the drums and especially in her knowledge of music, she had the respect of the group. Her knowledge went so far that she only had to hear one note to know which song and band it was.

A talent that the biggest of the group, Faust, found particularly amusing. When he wasn't asleep, at home or watching horror movies, he was always in the store and a friendship soon developed between the two of them.

What started with a ,,Here, let me help you" and him taking a box from her to put it on the highest shelf usually ended with an extended evening in the store where they both listened to their favorite music.

She gave him a new knife for his birthday and he gave her a pair of boots with heels. Heels that made her a little taller, but not quite enough to even come close to her.

But she loved these boots and wore them almost every day, even on the day the door to the store opened and a certain group came in. Great, she thought as she looked up from the box of new records.

It was the new print of the Venom album and many would be coming in tomorrow so she wanted to get everything ready. But when she saw exactly who was standing in the doorway, she had to stifle a frustrated cry.

,,Well, if it isn't the freak," she heard the leader of her "friends" say, and she hadn't been able to get rid of the three of them since she had left the church.

She had met the three of them at the church and when she started wearing a little more black, well, Satan always shows himself in the strangest places.

,,If you want to buy something, make it otherwise," she tried, trying to suppress the fear and discomfort in her voice. But as the three approached her, she slowly moved away, wanting to escape, wanting to stop being the victim.

,,Oh, we're buying... only the customer service isn't that good, is it, boys?" he asked and suddenly the other two began to take the records out of their packaging and smash them. Their pleas and screams to stop stopped as the oldest of the three approached them.

She pushed hard with her back against the corner and her fear showed when he slid his fingers to her earrings. ,,It would be a shame to lose it," he murmured and placed his fingers on the upturned cross earring. ,,Don't do that," she said, her voice brittle and full of fear that he would tear her earring off.

Tears formed in her eyes as she watched more records being destroyed, the pain in her ear intensifying. Before suddenly footsteps could be heard from the cellar.

They sounded heavy and the steps creaked under the older man. ,,If I were you, you go now!" he hissed and she saw the knife flash in his hand as he looked at the three of them from behind his hair. ,,And what if you don't?" one of the three asked and threw a record at the larger one.

But Faust caught it and threw it so precisely that the edge cut the little one. ,,I'm... bleeding," he said firmly and backed away slowly, while the other fled, cursing as Faust pointed the knife at him.

,,What, are you going to kill me?" the leader asked, letting go of the young woman and walking towards the taller one, who towered over him. But Faust just smirked before grabbing the smaller one by the collar and pulling him towards him.

The coldness of the knife lay against the younger man's throat. ,,Do you want to find out?" he asked and saw the fear slowly forming in his gaze as he tore himself away and ran out screaming.

Before the door closed and Faust instantly lost the creepy energy. But in all of this she felt the rapid beating of her heart, which she knew was not only due to her fear.

Perhaps she had developed a little crush on him in all this time. But above all, he had her gratitude. ,,Thank you... Faust," she said and threw her arms around him, hugging the taller one, who lifted her up with a smile and twirled around slightly.

,,Come on, little lady, pick a movie and I'll make some popcorn...no one should say you were afraid of them," he said with a grin and went into the professional kitchen before she settled into the beanbag and decided on Halloween.

Already feeling much more relaxed watching the beginning, she soon felt the bowl of popcorn in her lap. ,,I couldn't have made a better choice, little lady," he said, slapping her lightly on the arm before he took some popcorn and she leaned against him before they both enjoyed the movie together.

But inside they both knew that they would give their lives to the other. They would look out for each other...they always would.

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[atinytinaa]

Love From Italy | Part Two

Pairing: Seonghwa X Reader

Word Count: 3507

Genere: Fluff, love at first sight, Strangers to lovers.

Warnings: mentions of drinking, indications that reader is female (if anything is missing please tell me)

a/n: Hello everyone! i hope you're doing amazing. Please like and reblog. feed back is highly appreciated, thank you for reading :)

Love from Italy | Part One

"OH Y/N!" Your friend shouted in a sing-song voice, pulling you out of your world. You stepped away from Seonghwa, a blush coating your cheeks at being caught. Seonghwa ran a hand through his blonde locks, not being able to look at you, red coating his cheeks.

Your Friend rushed towards you with a small smirk on her face. "Y/F/N! Slow down!" Her fiance called out, trying to keep up with her quick pace, worried look on his face, ready to intervene if she said something out of line.

"Well, well, well," she taunted, “you must be the mysterious guy who brought my friend home last night" she raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly what she was doing.

"I'm Y/F/N" she smiled at the man, putting her hand out for him to shake and with a chuckle Seonghwa grabbed onto her hand, letting out a small groan of hurt at her grip.

"S-seonghwa" He grunted out, pulling his now red hand away to his body, shaking the pain away.

She narrowed her hazel shaped eyes at the man before her and scanned him from head to toe, till a look of recognition crossed her face. "Do I know you from somewhere?"she asked.

You snapped your confused eyes to your friend's fiance, asking silently with your expression what she is  talking about. Seonghwa tensed at her question, his breath hitching, his actions  didn't go unnoticed by you, making you raise your right eyebrow at your best friend.

"it's just you look....very familiar, what's your last name?" She questioned, taking a step towards Seonghwa.

F/N is small but when she's determined to find something out, she can be quite scary.

The boy took a step back, wide eyes staring back as he gulped, looking down at your friend who inched closer to him.

"Because you look exactly like par-ssdgjhdskjghdks,” Her fiance covered her mouth and pulled her away from the scared boy.

"I'm so sorry about her, she's just very protective of our dear Y/N here" He nervously laughed.

You groaned and hit yourself on the forehead apologizing to Seonghwa for your friend's craziness, he just laughed and shook it off.

"I get it, I would also be wary of a stranger talking to my best friend out of nowhere" He showed you his pearly whites, while staring into your eyes, brushing his hand against your own, igniting butterflies in your stomach.

"My name is Kim Seonghwa" He said, turning towards your friend's fiance and shaking his hands.

"I hope i wasn't interrupting, i just saw Y/N and i had to see her again and the fact that we found each other again just blows my mind" He smoothly replied, making you feel giddy inside. You brushed a strand of her behind your ear and squealed internally.

You cleared your throat, hesitating before you spoke up, tugging on Seonghwas white shirt. "We were just about to go get lunch, would you like come?" You tilted your head towards Seonghwa and gave him big puppy dog eyes, inching your way closer to him and grabbing his must admit bulging bicep.

You heard your friend gasp quietly in shock at your actions, knowing that you would never give someone those eyes and touch them so boldly, but her seeing you act this way made everything more clear to her, you like the stranger and a lot.

Seonghwa, enticed by the way you were staring at him, nodded like an idiot, making you give him a little smirk.

Seonghwa ran a hand through his hair and cleared his throat.

"I know a place we can go".

"How did you get us in here!?" Your friend's fiance screeched over the live music playing in the equally loud restaurant.

The fresh smell of Pizza wafted around the over crowded restaurant making you smile as you observed the rest of the people. Some loudly laughed, others shared dessert and you lastly saw a elderly couple clink glasses together before you turned your head to the menu.

Seonghwa watched you, finding it endearing how you didn't need much to be happy.

He turned towards FF/N, who was giving him a weird look. "A friend who works here owes my a favor"

That answer for FF/N was enough for him to go back to looking at the menu.

"We can't Afford this, it's to expensive"

You hear your friend say, moving your gaze towards the prices, your eyes widened once you saw how much a glass of wine cost.

Your friend stared at Seonghwa with an unamused look in her eyes, a scowl forming on her lips.

You kicked her shin under the table, making her eyes snap towards you. "Be nice" you mouthed, she rolled her eyes in response.

Seonghwa chuckled at what was going on in front of him, finding your interaction cute.

"Don't worry about it," Seonghwa leaned back in his chair a smirk forming on his lips "It's a early wedding present from me"

The three of you stared at each other with wide eyes, not wanting to  lose your chance at eating at one of the most expensive restaurants in the city you all mentally agreed.

"Well if you insist!" Your friend's fiance enthusiastically replied, pulling in her chair closer to his as they giggled together, scanning the menu.

You smile to yourself watching the interaction, when the feeling of a body being very close to you made your hairs stand to a point.

"Order whatever you want Carina" Seonghwa whispered gently

An non audible groan left your throat as you watched from the corner of your eye as he went back to conversing with your friends as if nothing had happened.

Yep Seonghwa will definitely be the death of you.

After rounds of wine and spectacular foods your friends seemed to have loosened up around Seonghwa.

"WHAT I WAS 15!" You screeched as the group of three broke out into laughter, holding onto their stomachs as their faces turned red.

"Hey i farted on my first date" Seonghwa Casually said, making you burst into laughter.

You grabbed the glass of red wine in front of you and drank the last of its content, swallowing the burning liquid, you placed the wine glass down on the wooden table, a small tap ringing.

"It has floral stamps like wisteria and violet," you said, smacking your lips together.  "you can also taste small red fruits and medicinal herbs, embellished with suggestions of austere spices, tobacco, goudron and bloody nuances".

You turned towards Seonghwa, a small smile forming at his shocked face.

" On the palate it is rich and enveloping, with compact and powerful tannins"

The boy's mouth dropped open, making you chuckle and with delicate fingers, you gently pushed his chin up, closing his mouth.

"You - you - you speak wine?" He sputtered out.

"She doesn't just speak wine ," Your friend replied taking a sip of her beverage, locking eyes with Seonghwa "she eats, breathes and sleeps wine"

"I interned as a tour guide at one of the most well known vineyards in our country, so naturally during my time there i learnt a lot"

The blond showed an expression of recognition at your words, and your answer to his next question would turn his whole world upside down.

"What Vineyard did you-" but before he could finish his question, your very drunk friend stumbled out of her seat and ran in a zig zag form towards the bathroom and without another word you shot out of your seat and ran behind her, ready to hold her hair back.

You pulled  the door open to the expensively decorated bathroom and let it close quietly. The sound of coughing echoed against the ceramic walls, letting you know what stall your friend was in.

"You okay?" You kneeled down beside her, pushing her matted hair away from her sweaty forehead, placing your cold hand on her pale cheek, letting her head rest against it.

After a few second passed till she took a deep breath and nodded back, opening her eyes and hauling herself out of the cubicle and to the sink, you sighed, flushing the toilet and straightening to your highest form, you leaned against the cubicle and stared at your friend with a worried look on your face, as she splashed her face with water.

"Is something wrong?" You asked, as you observed her turn off the tap and grab a paper towel to dry her now lively face.

"I feel like there's something off about Seonghwa"

Your eyebrows furrowed at what she said, making your heart beat out of dread. She saw your expression change and calmed you down with her next words.

"It's not that he's a bad person...

"I just feel like he's not telling the whole truth"

She met your eyes with a concerned look in, as she caressed your arms. You took a deep breath.

"You seem to be falling in love with a stranger way too fast"

Your last boyfriend left you broken in so many ways that your friend couldn't recognize the girl you once were, she was there to pick you up, hold you as she heard you cry you heart out every night when you couldn't sleep and you know damn well she wouldn't let another person make you feel that way every again.

"I promise to be careful" you whispered, holding her gaze. The girl pulled you into a hug, holding onto you tightly as if she were afraid to lose you.

"I don't ever want to see you that way again, it killed not just me but the rest of your friends and family to see you so lifeless"

She sniffled, a few tears falling onto your shoulder, you pulled away whipping her tears, a small grin made its way onto your face.

"I didn't make you out as a crying drunk"

"and you ruined the moment"

The laughter of the duo chorused around the restaurant as they made their way out of the bathroom and towards their table at the now deserted establishment.

"Hey whats wrong babe?" your friend questioned her fiance watching as his eyes had unspilled tears.

The only thing he could do was wave his left hand in front of his face as if saying he was okay.

"I'm," he hiccuped " I'm j-j-ust drunk," He locked eyes with you and he started bursting into tears.

You turned your head towards Seonghwa as he warmly smiled at your friend, turning towards you he sent you a knowing look as if he knew something you didn't.

"Okay guys let's go home" You sighed out, ready to haul your drunk friends home.

The stars twinkled down on you as you left the restaurant, quietly talking to the tall boy next you as you observed the drunk in love idiots in front you dance around sloppily.

"Thank you so much for paying and i'm really sorry for the way the night ended"

a boisterous laugh left the boy as he stopped in his tracks, staring at your friend's play with the waters of the trevi fountain.

"This is the most fun i've had in a while" He smiled as the duo now pushed each other into the water.

You stared at your friends as they shared a drunk kiss under one of the waterfalls, making you bite your lip at the thought of how you will get them home.

Suddenly the soft touch of Seonghwas hand landing on your cheek and guiding your gaze towards him made your heart stop.

His deep brown eyes scanned your lips, thumb brushing over the crease

"Don't do that," He whispered, inching closer to you.

"What?" You whispered back, going onto your toes to get closer to him, the smell of his musky perfume invaded your senses, making your knees go weak.

"Bite your lip" he chuckled out, looking to the side for a second before turning his attention back on to you, his already dark eyes now an onyx black.

"It makes me want to kiss you"

Before you could respond you were brought out of your world by the sound of your friends chanting your name, for them to join you in the fountain.

You walked a few steps to the edge of the fountain and paused in front of them, hands on your hips, an amused expression on your face.

"You’re going to get sick"

They whined back at your response, replying with boos and you are a party pooper, as they made their way out of the fountain, water splashing everywhere and dripping onto the concrete floor.

Seonghwas POV

"Are you okay to walk home alone?" The boy questioned as the group stood infront of his home, looking behind the girl only to see her best friends running around like little children.

"Yes I promise i'll be okay," she grinned up at him, eyes twinkling in the dark, her eyes looking like the stars that hung above them.

"I'll text you"

Seonghwa chuckled "How?".

The girl in front of him blushed from embarrassment, she hadn't even asked for his number, she shyly took her phone out of her purse and opened the phone app to a new contact and took a photo of the handsome man.

"Hey that's unfair i wasn't ready" He whined, receiving her phone and typing in his number, putting himself in her contacts as Toothless with a black heart next to it.

She chuckled once she got her phone back not realizing the boy had taken his own phone out, camera at the ready, the sound of the camera going off.

"Nooo" she whined out covering her face, Seonghwa stared down at the photo he took of the girl.

"예쁘다" he whispered to himself

She took his phone and thought for a second at how she should put herself in his Contacts, giggling to herself, she typed away, making the blonde boy raise his eyebrow.

"Here you go" she smiled, handing him his phone back.

Light fury with a white heart

"Okay i think it's time i take these two home"

Seonghwa felt a wave of sadness wash over him at your words, "Yeah you should, if you need anything just text me" He replied.

She nodded at him, sadness pooling into her eyes "Goodnight Seonghwa" She rounded up her friends and held on there hands as she dragged them away to the place they were staying at.

"I dwont lwike youu Kim Seonghwa" Your friend slurred out, "butt you maake my fwiend happy"

"Oh my god, bye seonghwa, thank you for the food," you groaned. You walked away scolding your friend for her words, as her boyfriend waved bye to the blonde boy.

When you were out of sight tHe boy groaned and slammed his head into the door of the building, stupid why didn't you ask her out, he thought, He stayed there, looking down at his black gucci shoes,listening to the crickets chirp, the fast paced sound of foot steps reached his ears.

He looks up and sees Y/N running towards him at full speed, he opens his arms ready to catch her, she wraps her legs around his small waist and buries her hands into his hair as she hugs him tightly , no kiss just a hug, both breathing heavily as he slowly lets her down, her hands still in his hair. It was now or never 

"Will you go on a date with me?" he breathed out trying to regain his breath.

She stared into his eyes, "I thought you'd never ask," she replied, kissing him on the cheek, and just like the first night they met she walked back facing him, playfulness radiating off of her body as she bit her lip.

"Pick you up at 12"  he breathed out.

She nodded at him "Good night handsome"

And with that she turned and jogged towards her friends who were passed out on a bench not far away.

Seonghwa opened the door to the building and hurriedly made his way to the third floor where his apartment was situated and with shaking hands, he opened the door and closed it loudly, leaning against it as he spilled the next few words to his friends.

"I have a date"

The once noisy room filled with the boys screaming at his flat screen tv came to a standstill as they all stopped in there place, the chip that Mingi was putting into his mouth fell onto the floor, leaving a loud crunch in its wake, San and wooyoung threw the controllers to the game that they were playing on the ground as they rushed towards Seonghwa.

"CODE RED GUYS! I REPEAT CODE RED!" Wooyoung screeched.

"GET THE SKIN CARE YUNHO!" San screamed, grabbing Seonghwas hand, dragging him towards his room.

"FORGET THE SKIN CARE! WHAT IS HE GOING TO WEAR?!" Hongjoong replied, running to the boy's wardrobe.

"I'll bring the snacks," Mingi called out from the kitchen.

Seonghwa couldn't help but smile as he plopped down onto the edge of his bed, watching as his friends ran a muck around his room but he couldn't care about the mess that would be left.

He was just happy to finally spend some alone time with you.

"Ouch! Stop pulling my hair" you whined, as your friend bushed through your messy bed hair, she looked at you through the vanity mirror and rolled her eyes.

"if it were Seonghwa pulling your hair you'd be saying something else". She taunted, making you scoff in reply.

You pulled your knees to your chest, making yourself comfortable on the vanity bench, when your phone dinged with a new message.

Text From Toothless 🖤

Good morning beautiful ❤️ I'll be there in 30 mins. I can't wait to see you.

"And it's only 11:30 AM, he's on time" your friend said, peering over your shoulder as she curled your hair.

You smiled to yourselg and hugged the phone to your chest. "I haven't felt this way in a while," you whispered quietly.

A small smile made its way to your friend's face. You deserve to be happy even if it's for a little while, but the fact that you would be leaving in a week made her frown.

 she let out a sigh and whispered "you look beautiful," letting the last strand of curls fall into place, she watched you get up to stare at yourself in the floor mirror, the frilly white dress accentuating your body in the most perfect way.

"y/n?" she questioned, making you turn in your spot.

"Yeah?"

"I kno-"

But before she could finish her sentence the sound of a car honking outside,made your breath hitch.

"A gentleman and he's on time" She muttered to herself.

"How can i dislike him".

You ran into your room, across from hers, grabbing your purse and your matching white heels, you both met each other in the hallway, when the all familiar scream of happiness from your friends fiance made you both bolt down the stairs to seeSeonghwa dressed to the nines leaning against a red ferrari.

"And he's rich," your friend whispered, leaning against the doorway, as she watched her fiance caress the red car.

"Carina" Seonghwa breathed out, in awe at you.

"You look" He grabbed your hand, twirling you around, "Divine"

The way Seonghwa was staring at you, would make any man fall to their knees, his eyes shined with want, and if he weren't holding your hand, you would've probably been the one on your knees.

"What about you?" You replied, scanning him up and down, "you look amazing".

Amazing wasn't the word you'd use to describe Seonghwa in this moment, he looked God-like.

Seonghwa chuckled looking at the ground and silently turned around, opening the door to the front passenger seat.

"The best seat in the house" He said, holding your hand as you got in, once you were situated, he closed the door and made his way to the driver's seat.

Your friend Whistled at the blonde boy, "I'm watching you pretty boy, you hurt one hair on her, i will handle you myself, understood?" She taunted.

"Yes ma’am" He saluted.

Once the car door was closed, Seonghwa revved the engine to life. You waved to your friends and turned to stare at Seonghwas side profile, only to find out that you liked the sharpness of his jaw and how hot he looked concentrated staring at the road, a little crease between his eyebrows.

"so," you started.

"Where are we going?"

Seonghwa looked at you, behind his expensive black ray bans, hiding his mischief eyes. He grabbed your hand, placing it on gearshift, only to place his warm hand on top of yours.

"On an adventure".

And with a big smirk on his face, Seonghwa sped up, a squeal leaving your lips.

You were about to have the ride of your life.

a/n: As promised part two. i hope you enjoyed reading this part, if anyone wants to be part of the taglist for love from italy please send an ask or comment. Remember that Tumblr works off of reblogs, it means a lot to us writers.

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[fractiflos]

An AU where Hikage, Banjo, and En are idols or in a band. I just think it would be funny. Thank you!

I went a little off prompt, but they're all still in the music industry (which I know nothing about).

Banjo is a country singer. A good one who goes by the stage name of Lariat. Unfortunately, he's not very successful and had to pick up a second job to be able to eat, but he still enjoyed performing. But he's having some writer's block while trying to come up with a new song. He decides to take a break and visit his rural home town where he runs into the quiet kid from high school, Hikage Shinomori. After a bit of catching up (Hikage works on a farm now) he asks if he wants to help him write a song. No mystical feeling or anything, he was just desperate. Hikage is surprised, but agrees on the condition that Banjo doesn't tell anyone he helped write it, not wanting the spotlight. Banjo agrees.

A little later, he hears about some talent scouts for a big music company and decides to audition. There, he performs one of the songs he and Hikage wrote and they love it! He's finally gotten his big break!! He calls and tells Hikage the news who's very happy for his friend. But Banjo feels guilty that Hikage isn't getting anything and asks if he's sure he doesn't want anything. Hikage hesitates, but eventually tells him that he would like to partner up with him as his official songwriter but doesn't want his real name and face out there. Blah, blah, blah, legal stuff, and Hikage gets to help him write songs, but he does so under a fake name and never shows his face to the public.

Banjo becomes one of the most popular country singers in the country. Meanwhile, En is also trying his hardest to get noticed, going by the stage name of Gaen, but he's more on the techno side of things. Banjo heard his demo and, while that's not his forte, he sent it to some people and En became a hit. He later realized it was Banjo who helped him and tracked him down at a party to thank him and they became friends despite their difference in genre.

En still wants to do something to thank him and asks about making a song together. Banjo and Hikage don't have a problem, but unfortunately, their employers do. You see, AFO and Yoichi each own a different company. Yoichi owns the one Banjo and Hikage work for, while AFO owns the one En works for. They each started their companies to spite the other and have one very important rule stated in every contract: No working with the other company. In fact, the two brothers haven't spoken to each other in years after a falling out years ago.

They decide to try and get Yoichi to break the silence first since he's not as scary and get the story of what happened. It all started in high school. AFO was student council president who was rumored to have done some shady stuff for the position while Yoichi was president of the anime/manga club. Kudou and his friend Bruce had a band, and they were actually good, but no one took them seriously because they also had a bit of a delinquent reputation. Well, Yoichi fell in love with Kudou and his brother was not happy about it. AFO went all "You'll never last." "You're too good for him." "He'll probably get arrested for posession of drugs. And maybe even take you with him" "Look at that tattoo!" (He said all this when Yoichi brought him over for dinner). Sometime after they turned 18 and were looking at colleges, Yoichi mentioned trying to get into the same college Kudou was, which is what got them into a huge argument where things got out of hand. Yoichi ended up moving in with Kudou's family and AFO didn't do anything to bring him back, certain that they wouldn't last a year and Yoichi would come back on his own. They got married six months later, and AFO made a huge scene at the wedding where they got into another argument, which is what led to them not speaking to each other. Yoichi actually does want to see his brother again, but pride and fear have gotten in the way.

Of course, when AFO is asked, he'll go on about the delinquent who stole his brother away, which they all know isn't true since they met Kudou and he's actually a really nice guy. They're stumped and about to give up, when a chance opportunity comes in the form of AFOs son. Izuku is a huge fan of All Might, who works for Yoichi's company and says he'll convince his dad to talk to his uncle if they can get him All Might's autograph. And they all have to give him an autograph too. Yes Hikage, you too.

You'd think it would be an epic journey that takes 30 minutes of the movie, but All Might's a nice guy who just happens to be really busy. So, all Lariat has to do is call him and explain the situation and he comes right over. Turns out, he always really wanted to do a song with the famous Seven (aka Nana Shimura) who works for AFO, so not only does he give an autograph, but actually does what's basically a mini-interview with how many questions Izuku is asking.

Within a week AFO and Yoichi have made up. More stuff happens between them, but the important thing is that Lariat and Gaen can finally collab and Izuku gets VIP tickets to the next All Might concert.

Bonus: Bruce was the one who dragged AFO out of the wedding by socking him in the stomach so hard he flew back and banged his head on a table. He felt a weird sense of satisfaction for that. Almost like he had gotten back at him for something...

[shady-tavern]

If you're down for it, I'd love for you to continue A Symphony of Song and Music! I'm so incredibly curious towards how the other people in the village react to such a lovely drider and how he becomes a part of the community, or maybe more on what led to his music sounding so sad at first.

Ask and ye shall receive! I hope it turned out well and that you'll like it =)

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"Are you certain they will like me?" your drider asked, looking quite concerned and nervous. "Humans generally, um, really don't like anything about me or my kind."

You smiled reassuringly up at him, at this wonderful, sweet monster that made so much beautiful music that you had found yourself dancing through the day more than once.

"They weren't quite as ignorant as I had thought at first," you admitted, recalling the way your neighbor Boris had leaned across the fence a couple of days ago, asking you to bring your lover around.

"We know it ain't human, whatever it is," Boris had said with a shrug and a small smile. "But it's real nice to you, we can tell and it's been seeing you for a while now. Nearly a year, right? So bring it around, yeah?"

Looking up at your drider, you could tell that he was genuinely worried. It showed in the way he tried to make himself smaller, legs tucked in in a way he hadn't done since first meeting you. You got to your tiptoes to reach up and he obligingly leaned down so you could cup his cheek.

"You will be alright," you promised firmly. "I told them about you and we're having a festival tonight. They want you to come join us." 

You smiled. "Besides, it was easy for them to notice how you kept the territory around our village free from most other monsters. People don't get scared anymore when their children slip away or someone gets lost berry picking. It has become so much safer for us."

"Alright," he agreed softly, head tipping into your palm, his eyes going half lidded as he looked down at you. His raised one hand to brush his fingertips up along your neck, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. "I love you."

"And I you." You felt his fingertips trace along your jaw, mapping out the side of your face and tracing the shell of your ear, while his other hand settled on your waist, warm and big. "Thank you, for trusting me."

He smiled and it was nervous and a little sad. "I tried to befriend humans before." His gaze turned distant. "But even other monsters think I'm scary and avoid my territory the second they notice the webs."

"Then it's high time you made some friends," you said firmly. "And if you don't like them or you don't like the festival, we can come back here to your caves and I'll spend the night."

You didn't get to stay the night often with your job of guarding the village against supernatural and monstrous forces as much as possible, so he perked up at that.

He was still visibly nervous when he got ready, putting on the clothes he had woven especially for this day, made of shimmering gray and silver, embroidered with some kind of pale gold thread that was as light as the spidersilk he used. The fabric was beautifully soft and smooth.

He put on the jewelry you had gifted him, along with two heirlooms from his mother and helped you onto his back. He was tense and kept fiddling with his clothes, smoothing down his tunic and the curiously designed overthrow for his lower half, a sort of skirty apron covering his front, embroidered with twisting and twirling patterns.

"You'll do great," you promised as your village came into view and his swift, fast gait slowed into a near hesitant crawl.

"Maybe you should go ahead," he said after a moment, stopping and offering you a hand. "Announce me or something?"

You let him pick you up and pressed a quick kiss against his cheek as he set you down. He softened a little, though his anxiety remained. You let go after a last squeeze to his hand, stepping out between the trees and approaching your home.

People were already busily bustling about, setting up tables laden with food and others fixing some decorations that had become a bit crooked, while others again wrangled the children into looking presentable.

"Is he here?" your neighbors asked, peering past you with curious faces, before disappointment started to set in. "He didn't come, did he? You told him we don't mind that he's a monster, right?"

"He's here," you reassured them and the previously pouting and disappointed faces lit up again. "He's just worried you won't like him."

Your next door neighbor Tiko scoffed. "What a silly lad." He raised his voice to shout. "Come on then! Food's not getting any fresher and we're ready for a night of mighty dancing!"

Hesitantly, your drider emerged, looking ready to run at the first bad reaction. You did catch some startled expressions that were quickly hidden and some people did shift uneasily, before they visibly straightened and squared their shoulders, putting smiles on their faces. You suddenly felt incredibly proud and touched and you grinned wide enough to probably look a bit loony.

You took a step towards your drider, holding out your hand. You noticed how measured he kept his steps, doing his best to avoid looking like a spider. It made you a bit sad, he enjoyed skittering quickly quite a bit and it was downright adorable to see him clamber around his cave as he excitedly showed you something.

"Welcome, lad," Boris said, chest puffed up and beard neatly groomed as your drider reached your side, gripping your hand. "Thank you for looking after our guardian here and all of us, really. It's been a right pleasure to go strolling through the woods these days."

Your drider offered a shy, tentative smile back, clearly trying to hide his fangs as much as possible. His hand held yours tightly, though never so tight as to hurt, shuffling over a little to stand behind you a bit.

"Thank you for having me," he said, polite and with a small bow that made brows around you raise.

"None of that shit, we ain't some purepred nobles," Kathy spoke up, then took a step forward to start ushering him towards the set up festival. "Come along now, we want to get started!"

Your drider looked startled and quietly hopeful and you smiled as he was swiftly made welcome by the villagers. Slowly, bit by bit, his shoulders lost their tension, his movements stopped being quite so carefully controlled and he smiled more openly.

And he was an absolute pushover for children. They were soon climbing all over him and racing around between his legs. The older ones that were too heavy to still be picked up by their parents delighted in getting gently and carefully tossed up and caught again.

People laughed and ate and his face lit up with every dish he tasted, never hesitating to voice his praise. The villagers downright glowed with pride and they had ever so many questions for him. He answered everything patiently and promised to perform if they let him weave a quick web between two houses.

As the sun set and he finished his temporary web, he got the honor to kick off the dancing by playing the first song. Within moments people were cheering and clapping and twirling around, matching his upbeat, quick melody. 

Young children hopped around with enthusiasm to copy the adults while the older ones were dancing with their parents and grandparents.

You were grinning so much your cheeks hurt and the entire village celebrated louder and happier than ever. Your drider even joined the dancing for a bit, which ended with him carefully turning in circles, a child clinging to each leg and screeching in joy when they were lifted and wriggled around a bit.

You just came back from dancing around the fire when you caught your drider speaking with some of your neighbors.

"We've heard your music too, in those early days" Kathy said. "It sounded awfully sad before our guardian started singing back at you. What was that about?"

Your drider was quiet for a long moment, the mirth fading from his face. "I had lost my home a year ago at that time and I was very lonely." Everyone around him grew more solemn as well, listening patiently. "No matter where I went, I just ended up scaring people. So I traveled until I found a cave and the, uh, previous residents were rather horrible to everyone, so I chased them out."

"And today you were scared we'd fear you too," Boris guessed with a nod, while brushing a hand over his beard. Then he smiled, clapping your drider on the lower arm, since he couldn't reach his shoulder. "Fret not, we're a more sensible lot than most. You're welcome here!"

"We're having monthly gatherings where the entire village comes together," Tika piped in. "Be sure to come around, yes?"

"Maybe you'll even move out of that cave and join us here," Kathy suggested with a smile. "You're practically family with all you've done and for how long you've been with our guardian. We'd help you build a house big enough if you agree to keep protecting us."

"And help us fell trees and pull the logs," Boris said. "I'd reckon our poor horses would be quite exhausted, hauling that much wood around."

Your drider looked stunned and you saw him quickly blink back tears. "I'd like that," he said and when he noticed you approach, smiled that lovely smile you loved so much. He opened his arms to welcome you, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

Boris chuckled. "Lovebirds. Alright, we won't bug you any longer. Just think about it, yeah? You'd be welome."

They got up to rejoin the dancing and you let your drider hide his face against your neck for a moment, his arms wrapped around you.

"They're very nice," he said at last, words a bit muffled. You reached up to card your fingers through his hair.

"What do you say," you asked. "Want to come live with us? With me?"

His grip tightened for a moment and when he looked up, his smile was painfully relieved and touched, his eyes a tiny bit teary again. "Yes, of course." He chuckled, sounding helplessly fond and so very hopeful. "How could I not?"

[romanarose]

Ese Error Es Cosa De Ayer

Jake Lockley X Reader

Masterlist

Summary: After getting your heart broken at a wedding and being left stranded, Jake comes to your rescue.

A/N. So this story is basically what happened to me this weekend. I was just left sobbing outside the hotel, scared and hurt, and the only thing keeping me together was thinking of Jake helping me. So yeah, there's a lot of useless backstory and this incredibly self-indulgent but this event hurt me really, really badly and I needed to write this to comfort myself. So if you hate it, I'm sorry but not sorry. This was for me. I needed to pretend that somewhere, there was a guy who thinks I'm pretty, who thinks I'm kind and would actually respect me enough not to abandon me alone. Shit hurt me really bad and it was scary. No Jake Lockley came for me, but my friend did <3

Anyway, the title is from a Selena song that will be in this fic. Reader speaks some Spanish bc I am learning via doulingo and spainish language music and just from the friends I grew up around so I incorporated some. Translations aren't exact due to the way translation works but I tried my best.

WARNINGS: Broken heart, men being shitty, a lil bit smutty at the end?

IF YOU WANT A PART TWO WITH FULL SMUT, COMMENT AND REBLOG!!! Reblogs are super super important in tumblr world, theres no algorithim like on tik tok. Thank you! I feel way better after writing this

PART 2 IS UP

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You felt like a fucking idiot. Again.

After all these years, no matter how much you had moved on and no matter how little you thought about him and despite having no romantic feelings towards him today, he still managed to hurt you.

Again!

It had been 3 fucking years since you had any contact with him whatsoever, but when you got the wedding invite for two of your old friends, you immidetly knew you’d see him. His name was David, and he was beautiful. He had these big blue puppy dog eyes and a bright smile that, when focused on you, made you feel like you were the center of the universe. You know the type. You all worked together in college and you quickly caught feelings, before you realized he had a girlfriend. Well, you’re not a homewrecker, so you minded your business. The problem is, you and David had already become friends, and you had become friends with a group of people at the resteraunt. So, you spent many nights with them at bars and watching movies and going to summer events, falling in love despite yourself.

You met David’s girlfriend, Sadie pretty quickly, and you liked her, that’s what really complicated things. Well, that and the fact David and his girlfriend, were miserable. That wasn't you projecting, everyone knew it. You liked both of them individually, but together they were horrible. Both of them would confide issues in you, making things painfully hard when you realized you loved him. And oh, was there so much to love. He was the picture of selfless kindness. But by the end of the year, you felt like boundaries had been crossed. You no longer felt comfortable with trying to fix their relationship, you felt like you were holding it together. 

After one particulary drunk night right before you graduated college, you cried in a barn with another friend about him again, you decided it was time. So you graduated, and left the state. You and Sadie shared facebook comments here and there, but David was no contact. Things ended on a good note. You said goodbye to him one night out at the bars and danced the night away with Sadie. Clean cut. You moved on. You were excited to see them again. They were engaged now. You hoped they worked out their issues, but really it probably had something to do with them having a kid. Oh well, that’s their business.

So why, pray tell, were you crying on the crub of a hotel at midnight?

He had ignored you almost all night. Any attempt to talk to him was cut before you could open your mouth. He always seemed to go somewhere else. Groomsmen duties and whatnot. He had other people to talk to. When you saw him standing up there on the altar with his friend, you were delighted and relieved to realize that, although he was as beautiful as the day you left, you felt nothing but the warmth of nostalgia. But when you realized he was ignoring you, when you realized he wouldn’t meet your eye, you were desparate. You needed something, you needed him to ackowlege you somehow. There were brief moments when, after hours of vying for his attention, he gave you a crumb. You felt like a teenager, following her crush like a puppy. 

One of those little crumbs is what led you here.

The night wasn’t too cold, thank god. A nice September evening to be married on. You were in a rust-red dress that showed off your breasts in a classy-but-sexy way and appropriately formal for a hotel reception. There was a chill, but you had a thin shawl wrapped around your shoulders. And thankfully, you had opted to wear boots. Boots with insoles because despite being young, your feet were shit. This would come in handy, because somehow you had to get to your hotel with no access to your money and your car parked at none other than David’s. He fucked you over, leaving you in this position, crying off your make up. 

You had your knees pulled in, your arms crossed on the top and head buried in the arms, sobbing. Bawling was probably a better word. You felt like a fucking idiot for letting him hurt you again. 

You heard a car approach and you tuck your toes in further just to be safe. You heard the window roll down. Great. You thought. Someone to witness my humiliation.

“You alright, Muñeca?”

You look up. It was the oddly handsome limo driver for the wedding. You had chatted with him at a few points during the night. After he drove the wedding party to the hotel, they invited him in for the food and drinks. His name was… Jake? Yeah, Jake. You teased him for drinking on the job (although you think he had maybe one at most), and although he took the gentle ribbing, he also explained that he was technically off the clock. Since it was his own limo business, he’s repaying the bride and groom for their hospitality by driving them to their hotel at the end of the night which was… 45 minuets ago? What was he doing here?

“Cariño, are you okay?” He repeated when you didn’t answer him.

You were exhausted. The dancing and drinking and crying took it all out of you. 

He frowns, stepping out of the limo and taking of his jacket, he wraps it around your shoulders. You didn’t realize your teeth had been chattering. It feels good on your arms. 

You barely manage a thank you.

Jake is slightly bent over, scanning you as you dodge his eyes “Did someone hurt you?” He asks softly, but firm.

You shake your head. “No. Not like that.”

This did was not encouraging. Jake had come back to the venue to grab his flat cap he had left on a table when he saw a girl crying on the street. Never a good sign. When he pulled up closer, even before he saw your face, he realized it was you; the pretty girl who had given him a cookie. This was the nicest wedding party he had ever served. He had never been invited in for the reception before, and everyone was encouraging him to the dance floor. But you, you had brought him a cookie. Why that had stood out to him, he didn’t know. You had talked to him a few times during the night, and had even pulled him to dance the Cotton Eye Joe. He didn’t do the dance (line dancing wasn’t his thing) but he marveled at you as you lead the crowd. You knew the dance and taught everyone the moves, guiding the direction and flow. You had a broad smile on your face the whole time, eyes wide and he just watched, soaking in your lust for life, curly hair flopping around wildly with every move.

Now here you were, crying. He was willing to bet it had something to do that that guy you were following around like a lost puppy all night. He had watched you as you watched him. The man hadn’t heard you when you called ‘Are you going to talk to me at all tonight?’ but Jake did. He didn’t understand why he was ignoring such a pretty, fun loving girl, but when he saw him with another girl, he connected the dots. Jake was willing to bet he could take your mind off him, even if he wasn’t 6’4, but when a slow song came on, the last song, you were gone. The song ended before he could ask you to dance. He partially wished he hadn’t offered the couple a free ride, but the happy young couple was as deserving of a treat as anyone, so he took them home. Jake resigned himself that you had left and he lost his opportunity. Now, seeing you sobbing on the curb, sealing a dance might have been the furthest thing on his mind. When you briefly glanced up at him when he rolled down the window, your eye makeup was all over your face. Not just falling down a stream of tears like in movies, but all over your nose and forehead and temple… and arms and hands. You had been hurt badly. When you didn’t answer him, he stepped out of his limo, trying to see if you had been hurt. In the dark, it was hard to see if you had any bruises, seeing as your make up was everywhere.

“Did someone hit you?”

You shook your head, looking at the ground.

“Did someone touch you?”

You shook your head again.

“Then what happened? A quien tengo que lastimar?” 

A 3rd head shake. “You don’t have to hurt anyone. I was an idiot, that's all.”

“You speak spanish?” He had said that part mostly for himself.

You shrug, the sequins in your shawl shimmer in the street light. “I took Spanish in college and I listen to Spanish language music so it kind stuck… comes in handy at work…”

A pause. “Why are you crying?”

“I told you, I was stupid.”

You said it with such conviction that Jake felt bad for you. “Is it that boy.”

You groan and throw your head on your arms again, crying. 

“Hey now, hey… merida!” Jake panicked. He could handle comforting, he was not good with crying women, unless there was someone nearby that he could punch.

“I must’ve looked really pathetic if you even noticed.”

Does he put his hand on your shoulder? Your hand? Pat your back?? “What happened? I saw he… well he was ignoring you…” He wanted to say I’m sure no one else noticed, I was just watching you intently because you might be the prettiest thing I’ve seen in years. But he didn’t think this would help.

You continue to not look at him. He was so fretfully beautiful, you were sure you couldn’t take it if you saw him in the state you were in. “Yeah. We used to… it’s complicated. But now he’s acting like we were never even friends…”

“Muñeca, I promise you, a man whose attention you have to fight for isn’t a man you want…”

Finally, fucking finally, she looked at Jake, her pretty eyes meeting his. There was the faintest smile quipping on one side of her mouth. It was small, but it reached her eyes. Good, the light was still there. “Thanks mom.” There it was, there was the gentle teasing she had given him sporadically throughout the night when she wasn’t chasing the boy. “But that’s not why I’m crying. Well, that's part of it I guess, but if that was it, I could’ve just waited until I got in my hotel room.”

Jake’s frown deepened. “Then what happened.”

Jake saw your lip quiver. “He left me.” Your voice cracked, a few fresh tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over and onto your dress. Jake looked at you quizzically, urging you on. “His fiance, she got in a fight with a bridesmaid and was leaving. She started walking so I just let her take my car so she’d get home safe, and Davy was supposed to take me home at the end of the night so I could get my car. And he just fucking left and I can’t get ahold of them and I’m stranded here, and I can’t get a lyft because my card is frozen-” Your voice is breaking and there are small choked sobs peaking through the words. “-because the bank seems to think the card was stolen, and I’m stuck here in a city I don’t know!” You break down again. “He couldn’t even look at me all night and then he just fucking leaves me alone here! Like I’m fucking nothing to him!” Your head is in your hands, body wracking in sobs once more.

Jake takes a leap and softly pulls you into a side hug, careful to only touch enough for comfort and not make you nervous. “Pendejo” Jake mutters to himself. He allows you to cry it out again, but as you calm down he starts speaking “That’s a dick move on his part, Cariño. He was going to let his fiancé walk home alone, you were very kind and let her take your car and he leaves you alone here? In a city, I’m guessing you don’t live in?” You shake your head. “Yeah, el hijo de perra es en nino, no un hombre. It’s dangerous out here alone. That’s childish behavior on his part. But-” Jake stands up, extending a hand to you. You take it, feeling the leather as he pulls you up “Don’t worry about getting there, I’ll take you.” He smiled softly. (The son of a bitch is a boy, not a man)

“Jake, you don’t have to-” You start to protest. As shitty as you felt getting left, you also felt awkward with charity.

He held up a finger to stop you. “If you feel uncomfortable getting in a limo with me, you can text the bride or groom where you’ll be, or tell a worker at the venue or a friend. But I’m not leaving you out here.” He looked at you intently “I’m not him.”

You consider this. You hadn’t even thought that you should be nervous alone with a strange man. You trusted him inexplicably. “No estoy seguro… I don’t know if he’s going to answer the door. They aren’t answering my texts.”  (I'm not sure...)

“We’ll figure it out, it’ll be okay.” He looked at you, pleading with you to take him up on it.

“Okay...”

You gave a small smile, and he returned it with a grin. “Perfecto, but first…” He leaned into his limo to grab a few things. You couldn’t help yourself, the way his butt looked in those pants… oh shit he saw you looking. Is that a smirk? Fuck, he’s cute. “Here.” He handed you a few tissues and a small trash bag after you blew your nose. Then he pulled a makeup wipe.

“Why do you have a makeup remover?” You teased. “Pulling a Billy Joel Armstrong with the eyeliner?” Honestly, you’d like too see that…

He chuckled “No, I just have a lot of women in my limo, I like to come prepared. Happy brides and heartbroken teenage girls at prom make good use of it.”

“That’s nice of you.”

Jake shrugged “It’s good business” but you had a feeling it was more than that. “Tilt your head up a bit for me.”

“I can-”

“Up.”

You obeyed. Jake took his gloves off and gently held your face as he cleaned off your face of all the black and brown of your eye make up. As he carefully turned your face in the streetlamp light, you studied his features. He really was handsome, sharp jaw, beautiful eyes and plush lips, oh his lips…. You could imagine how they’d taste… He took a tissue and ever so slightly dabbed it on the wet wipe, then went under your eye. He saw you looking confused “I didn’t want to accidentally get the chemicals in your eye.” He tilted your face by your chin as he finished cleaning you up. “Bella…” he muttered. Shit, was that outloud? Lastly, he took your arms and wiped them down, clean of the makeup you rubbed off onto them. (beautiful)

He threw the items away and held your face in his hands, so close you thought he was going to kiss you. Oh god, you wanted him to kiss you. And Christ, he wanted to kiss you too. So, so bad. But he had a job to do. Generally, when he came to women's rescue, the circumstances were more dramatic and the men a whole lot worse. But you didn’t deserve this. You were a sweet girl, kind. You were only in this position because you let his fiance take your car! And this is how he repays you?

He almost moved in, but stopped himself “Listen to me, Muñeca.” And you were, oh boy you were listening. You hung onto every word. “Never let them see you cry.” 

He swiped his thumb over your cheek, so close to your lips, but not quite. You nod. He takes you around the side and opens the door. You get in and he knees down, gathering the train of your skirt from the ground and safely into the car. He glances up at you, you are nearly in tears again. “What’s wrong?” he asked, panicked.

“Nothing. You’re just… very sweet, is all.” 

He stands up and leans into the car, once again holding your cheek “It’s what you deserve” And he kissed the top of your head. You felt like you could explode. Jake looked at you, briefly frantic thinking he crossed a line. You were beaming up at him. He smiled back and returned to his seat. “You said you like Spanish language music? You like Selena?”

You scoff “Me guesta Selena Quintanilla Perez?!” (Do I like Selena Quintanilla Perez?!)

Jake chuckled “Stupid quesion, I get it. Here, I think this one is relevant.” He put on Si Una Vez 

“Si una vez dije que ti amaba

Y que por ti la vida daba

Si una vez dije que ti amaba

No lo vuelvo a hacer

Ese error es cosa de ayer

(If I once said that I loved you

And that for you I'd give my life

If I once said that I loved you

I won't do it again

That mistake is something of yesterday)

You gave him the address and listened to Selena in silence. When you pulled up to the house, you see your car. “Ahí está. With all the stickers.” You turn over and see him shaking his head and you feel anxious. “What? You think the stickers are silly?” (there it is.)

Jake turns to you, confused. “What?! No, why  would I-” he shakes his head again, why would he judge you on tonight of all nights? “They are cute, Muneca.”

“Then why are you shaking your head?”

“He walked past your car and just… did nothing. He knew damn well what he was doing.” You heard the creak of the leather as he gripped the steering wheel. “He should be waiting outside for you.”

“It’s okay. I’ll go knock, see if he answers.” You go to open the door, but you feel Jake’s hand on yours, urging you to turn to him.

He’s looking at you, compelling you with his beautiful, large brown eyes “Remember. No dejes que te vea llorar, Princesa.” (Don’t let him see you cry, princess)

“Okay.” You whisper, too busy looking at him.

You go to the door and knock. And knock. And knock. 5 minutes go by. Nothing fucking asshole. You feel the tears come, but you remember Jake’s words. Don't let him see you cry. You take a deep breath and go to knock again. Before you can, Jake is beside you, banging on the door “HEY ASSHOLE!” He shouts.

“Jake” You grab his arm. “The neighbors”

He turns to you bewildered. How do you still care about the neighbors after everything that happened? He continues banging, but doesn’t yell. He notices your arm is still wrapped around his.

Another 5 minutes go by and nothing. His knuckles hurt.

“Jake, it’s fine. I’ll deal with it in the morning. I have my room key, it’s okay."

When he turns to you to protest, but you look so weary, he can tell you want to go to bed. “Okay Carino, I can take you home.”

Guilt wells up in your stomach again. He’s been so, so nice. He’s been a gentleman and more, you didn’t want to keep him any more. “Esta bien, I’ll just walk, my hotel isn’t far.” (it’s fine)

He looked at you like you were a crazy person. “Are you insane? I’m not- god. I’m not leaving you.” It was 1 am.

“It’s really fine, it’s super close.”

He studied your face. You were a good liar and you hoped it worked. “See, that’s odd, because this is a residential area, and the nearest hotel is 2 miles at least. Don’t lie to a driver about my city, Carino.”

You sigh, and let him lead you to the car, once again opening it for you and helping you inside before getting back in his seat. “Which hotel?” he asks.

You hesitate, looking away, but you feel his eyes burrowing into you as he starts the car and begins driving. Eventually you answer, “The Hilton on 33rd and Maple.” You practically mutter, knowing you were caught.

“Jesus! That’s ten miles from here! You were just going to walk?” To his horror, you break down into sobs. “Mérida, lo siento Querida, No quise gritar” (Shit, I’m sorry dear, I didn't mean to yell)

You shake your head. “No es por eso que” (that’s not it)

“¿Por qué lloras?” (Why are you crying?)

“I feel like a fucking idiot!” You shout, looking out the passenger window and turning away from him. Jake didn’t speak, allowing you to keep going. “When I saw him today, I was happy because I didn’t feel anything for him, ya no lo amo… But when I tried to say hi, because we were friends, he just gave me nothing and that just… I don’t know. I just wanted him to look at me and talk to me like we used to, I wasn’t trying to steal him!… I don’t know…” (I don’t love him anymore)

“You were friends, years ago, si?”

“Si.”

“You wanted to talk to an old friend. You wanted him to treat you like a person.”

You flop your head back on the seat. “I didn’t think he could hurt me again. I didn’t think he was capable of hurting me, not like this. He was never like this.” You finally turn to Jake, his face beautiful in the moonlight. “The first time I went out with him, I got super drunk, he wouldn’t let me take an Uber home because he was worried what would happen if I passed out… He drove and made sure I got home safe... 3 years latter this happens. I don't what changed about me, I don’t know what I did to-”

“Stop, please… don’t do that.” He glanced over to you briefly. You were still the most beautiful thing he’d seen in a long time, even so sad. “I don’t understand how you look like that and he managed to ignore you, but I promise you, there were a dozen other guys who couldn’t keep their eyes off of you all night.”

You look to the floor, smiling but unable to take a compliment. “Thank you.”

“Carino?” He called and you look up at him again, he’s as sharp and stunning as ever. “I was one of them.” The sincerity in his voice, the longing in his eyes… you knew he was serious.

You smile brightly at him, your previous heartbreak long forgotten. “I’m sorry I didn’t… I was a little preoccupied, but I think you are kinda… stunning.” You blush, trying not to look away. His eyes were still on the road, but he looked at you every chance he got.

“You are… so beautiful. He should count himself lucky you ever looked his way” he pulled into the hotel parking lot and came around to open the door for you. This time, when he took your hand to help you out of the car, he didn’t let go. Taking your other hand in his, he leaned closer. “I was going to ask you to dance at the end.”

Your heart was beating wildly out of your chest, you wanted to come up with a clever quip or a tease… but you couldn’t. “And what… What would you do when the song ended.” Not your smoothest moment, but it worked.

He smiled fondly at you, happy for an easy transition. “This.” Jake cupped your face in his hands, holding you still as he moved in, your mouth opening to him. This kiss was immediately far from chaste, it was deep and needy, his tongue slippin into your mouth and your hands wrapped around his firm back. He pushed you on the limo, gently guiding your back down onto the hood where he came onto you, his thigh sliding between your knees. His hands found yours sides and caressed your body, mindful of remaining respectful but god, he had to feel you. “You are so fucking gorgous, so damn beautiful. Soy muy afortunadode tocarte  (I am so lucky to touch you)

You wanted him, you wanted him so fucking bad, you could feel yourself getting wet from the subtle friction of his thick thigh ever so slightly touching between your legs. When his mouth moved to your neck, you took the opportunity to use our mouth to plant small kisses along his jaw and cheek as you worked up your courage.

“Jake?”

He mumbled and small hm? As he worked further down your neckline.

“Do you want to come upstairs?” you ask, feeling the muscles on his back.

“Oh, Carino,” His hand slid up your dress and his thumb grazed over your nipple, teasing you. “I would like nothing more in this world than to show you all the attention your body deserves."

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[silmforrookies]

Chapter I. Ainulindalë, or The Gang Creates a World

The story so far: In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move. (©Douglas Adams)

Alright, so if anyone asks, blame it all on Eru.

("With all my due respect, Noldo," you may ask, "are you already making me learn names? In this economy?" Yes. Yes I do. This is Silmarillion, prepare to suffer.)

Anyways, back to the start. You see, in the beginning there was Eru Ilúvatar, aka "The One", aka "Dad Of The Millenia", also known as "God", and in the beginning, there was absolutely nothing. Zero. Nill. Nada. Only the Void.

Eru's been chilling in the Void for absurd amounts of time, unknown and unbothered, untill the loneliness became so dull he said, "you know what? Maybe kids are the flowers of life". And so, Eru created the Ainur, and now he was chilling in the Void with thousands and thousands of eldritch abominations who all had a weird obsession with music.

The kids, of course, started making friends, organizing in groups and trying out various music styles, but, since no music styles were yet created, they... didn't really know what to do with themselves? So they lingered in the Void, all confused and figuring themselves out, sometimes trying to sing, sometimes listening to others sing, and sometimes just cuddling with Eru because Eru was big and strong and steady in this scary world of everdeveloping musical styles and tastes.

Oh yeah. Eru.

You see, Eru knew how to sing. And after the initial amusement over his kids' behaviour and slowly developing social skills passed, he gathered them together and said,

"To hell with sheet scores!" Eru proclaimed. "To hell with music theory! My children, by dearests, my beloveds, improvisation is the way to go! Listen and do like me!"

(The Silmarillion, Eru Ilúvatar, probably)

And so Ilúvatar sang, and since he was a God and also Allpowerful, that was the most beautiful song ever created; and it was so breathtaking, and its ending was so perfect, that the Ainur fell silent - until Eru told them to start singing, to weave their own Melodies around his grand and flawless Theme. Diversity-in-unity, amirite.

And the Ainur sang.

It was a great, mighty Song, consisted of many motives and of many Singers. The Ainur sang, pouring their very souls into it, rising their voices and mending them into a wonderful Harmony, brought together with Eru's Theme; and it was so beautiful it filled the Void, and the Void was no more - and it is said that never again did the Ainur create something compared in greatness to this.

And then, Melkor happened. If anyone asks, blame it all on Melkor. You see, Melkor decided that Eru's Theme wasn't enough. That maybe, just maybe, Eru missed something that Melkor can find and weave into his Melody. Melkor's an artist, it's his vision! He can claim artistic liberties and wander a bit off, right? Just so his Music is a tiny little bit louder. Just so he's heard above the others. Just so he makes sure Iluvatar knows Melkor disagrees with him on certain points.

And so, Melkor created a Discord, that was gradually growing louder and louder. That, of course, brought a certain confusion between the Ainur, and some of them stopped singing entirely. Others, though, said "yo, this guy SLAPS" and joined Melkor on the discord.

And what about Eru? Well, Eru's all for artistic liberties! But, come on, Melkor isn't Eru's only child. Melkor is one of thousands! And currently half of them are either Very Confused or going absolute badongas with the Discord. So Eru, as the good father he is, rises from his throne and sings a new Melody, gently correcting Melkor's, erm, "artistic liberties" and asking him to play nice and get along with his countless siblings. Melkor, of course, responds to this with chaos and outrage of an eldest child who never truly got the meaning of being the "eldest", and starts telling Eru that no, actually you're in the wrong, old man, and I will do what I want. At this point Eru thinks he should've invented discipline before inventing music and sings a new Melody, now with a stern look on his face.

Unfortunately, the Discord grew into something that could be hardly called "music" anymore, just banging and screaming and smashing of endlessly repeating sounds, and Melkor doesn't plan to stop anytime soon! So Eru, who by this time is absolutely pissed, grabs the Music and ceases it with one last perfect-wonderful-youknowthedrill accord. Everything falls silent, and the Ainur look at each other, wondering what in the everloving Void just happened.

"Great are the Ainur," said Eru, "and Melkor is the greatest of them! Now listen here, you little shits, I feel some of you didn't get the drill..."

(The Silmarillion, Eru Ilúvatar, probably)

So anyways, Eru has two rules:

He is the source of the Music, allknowing, allpowerful, allforseeing etc and no matter how hard certain individuals try, they won't be able to create anything outside his Vision™

Everyone who tries to break the first rule Will experience the Narrative and Will become an instrument for Eru's perfect plan

And, while Melkor was busy unlocking new emotions called "Embarassment" and "Anger", Eru showed the Ainur the world they created - Arda, and also introduced them to Eruhini - Children of Ilúvatar (Elves and Men), showed them the potential for creation and committed some other minor propaganda with intention to get the Ainur interested in developing and fleshing out the world - because, in reality, it wasn't yet created and was but a vision. So. Yeah.

Some of the Ainur were intrigued. They went into Arda and committed themselves to it, shaping the world for the Children of Ilúvatar. One of them - also the greatest of them - was Melkor.

Here's what you need to know about Melkor's motivation:

Unfortunately, other Ainur weren't fans of Melkor getting Unlimited Power™ and having him as their King, so Melkor splitted from them - first peacefully, to do his own thing on the other end of Arda, but then, envying other Ainur's achievents, started causing problems on purpose - aka destroying things, leveling mountains to the ground, draining out the oceans, creating volcanoes and indulging in other vandalic activities. And so it was for Eru-knows-how-long: Melkor destroys, Ainur create; Melkor trashes the place, Ainur clean it out; Melkor behaves like a brat, Ainur grit their teeth and deal with the mess.

Of course, with Melkor getting in the way of other Ainur's creative process, the world couldn't be shaped in the way Ainur wanted or the way they intended it in their own Song; but slowly, Arda was becoming more and more beautiful - more and more ready for the children of Iluvatar.

Well, that was it for the Ainulindalë! Next up is Valaquenta, aka "wow, that's a lot of names"...

[pinktom]

this is for that random character asks post you reblogged, but SPECIFICALLY for tom, harry, and the twins from lover's spit! 13, 17, 19, 24, 50

I've held onto this ask like a little treat for a special occasion. Thanks for asking, anon! These are really interesting questions.🐍💚

This is for the real ones, so it's going beneath a 'keep reading' cut. x)

13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done

Twins

OK. They've definitely smoked nutmeg, and tripped so badly, they were running naked, sweating, crying. (For those who don't know: never smoke nutmeg lmao. It's notorious for the most vivid and horrific hallucinations, as well as painful side effects afterward.)

Harry

Can't you just see him doing some Mission Impossible nonsense and tearing down the entire banister? Or causing a small but highly damaging fire in the kitchen?

However, it will be outdone in coming chapters. Rest assured of that.

Tom

Well. Okay, aside from the obvious. He's definitely that kid who won't just take your word for it; he has to touch the hotplate to know it burns. Has to feel the blade to know it's sharp. A lot of going stone cold silent as his father yells and his nan quietly looks for a bandage.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them

Twins

I absolutely love the music of Bloodhound Gang, and I think many of their songs capture their whimsical, chaotic, silly energy. Let's go with "A Lap Dance Is So Much Better When The Stripper Is Crying."

Harry

Cavetown dominates my playlists for Harry — top picks being "Meteor Shower," "Lemon Boy," "Advice," "This is Home," and "Sweet Tooth." And most of all, "Talk to Me":

It's so dark outside tonight Build a fire warm and bright And the wind it howls and bites Bite it back with all your might

His beautiful hoarse adolescent voice fits perfectly, as well as the understated purity and warmth of his lyrics.

Tom

Perhaps I'll hold on to the top song -- as it will surface in the penultimate chapter. :D

I'm also very fond of listening to "Icicles" by The Scary Jokes to get in the LS!Tom mindset. Every lyric fits, particularly:

Icicles don't soften when they die They sharpen into sabers, and they stab you in the eye

The tone from light-hearted and self-confident, to freaking out like a teenage girl - it's perfect.

19. Vices/bad habits

Twins

Smoking cigarettes, making bombs, dealing drugs. Probably watch a lot of porn (not together; or at least I hope not).

Harry

He is quite saintly. He often distracts himself from his problems by exhausting himself physically, so perhaps that.

The porn is getting a bit out of hand for him too, though.

Tom

He not only hyper-fixates on the person he loves, but also, on the many people he hates. Like, Cedric has clearly been living in his head rent free lol.

24. Most annoying habit

Twins

I can just hear them smacking their food. No manners, these two.

Harry

I think, if you asked his parents or friends, it would be his inexplicable mood swings.

But readers spend a lot of time in his head, so I think it seems a lot more understandable from that angle, lol.

Tom

He requires you to clarify yourself, literally, if he takes issue with anything you've said or otherwise wants you to reconsider.

It's probably not always purposeful; I do think he can struggle with subtext. Sometimes it is purposeful, and he's being difficult on purpose. Perhaps it's a lingering habit from childhood, where he usually could not pick up on subtext at all.

50. A memory they’ve blocked out

Twins

Hey, they have no recollection of tying Ron to that lamppost during the winter storm. He probably did that himself, the little squealer.

Harry

He has—with above-average success—ignored many memories relating to his gay attraction LMAO.

When he says (I think in Ch. 4?) that he's quite sure he isn't gay, let me be cleary: he is eyeball deep in denial.

He does know he's gay by that point. He knew it for years. He's just masterful at repressing that little voice inside his head.

Tom

His memory is extremely sharp, '99th percentile' sort of sharp. But I still think he manages to block out quite a bit of ages 10-13 alsjdlfkj 💀

I think he can remember it all if he wants, but he does have some very selective blockers covering up to months of time: portions of his trial, his nan and aunties crying, several of the mandatory therapy sessions he went to, the works.

Most of all, I think he really blocks out any memory of Harry during this time, to the extent he can barely remember him being at the trial at all.

I would argue this is where he varies the most from canon!Voldemort. For me, it's not the limitless twinkiness, nor even the capacity for romantic obsession, that makes LS!Tom fundamentally different from Voldemort. It is his ability to compartmentalize, and move on.

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If anyone made it to the end of this, I love you - simple as that.

[arachnidiots]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

what made you pick up the muse you have? i wanted to try tumblr rp again (i had once in the past but i never stuck with it) and a friend convinced me it wasn’t so scary so i got to thinking well… who can i write and who do i kind of want to write? in my former rpc community, marvel was NOT a hot place… garbage fire actually, and if you were writing a canon it was even more of a dumpster fire. that being said, i really wanted to try my hand at peter parker, and i’d already been writing a lot for him outside of rp for fun. i used to have a little fic type thing that was ic/first pov and it brought me a lot of joy. liam was a test, more than anything. i’m surprised that they’re still a muse i write. they were an oc i made with a friend for fun and i thought why not give it a go and the love has just been so overwhelming that i can’t imagine a blog without liam and peter. they’re a package deal

is there anything you don’t like to write? probably just smut? i don’t think anything else comes to mind

is there anything you really enjoy writing? chaotic and nonsensical threads will always be some of my favorite. often it’s something i can write a lot quicker but also makes me think and try new things. i love when a thread makes me learn. i love learning so also any threads that open my eyes to something or broaden my knowledge about a subject. crossovers are really good for this because i get to explore new shows/movies or revisit loved ones.

how do you come up with your headcanons? something probably happened to me in the moment or i stared at a pinterest board or i heard it in a song

do you write in silence or do you play music? it takes a very specific kind of music to make me write. i either have to be so disinterested and unfamiliar with it or extremely familiar, like know all the words and the pacing. this has led to some embarrassing top five end of year songs

do you plan your replies or wing them? mostly i just wing it but if i get an idea for a future piece of dialogue or concept i will write it down in my notes

do you enjoy shipping? yes, but i don’t think it’s a must or priority! i love it if it happens or if you have any interest in it, but i’m not really always thinking about it

what’s your alias/name? birdie! i’ve had some mutuals call me bird too. i think it’s funny when people use the phrase “a little birdie told me” and i love to see posts with it and laugh to myself about it.

favorite color? red, but i’m not sure what shade

favorite song? i don’t have one but anything by bleachers or florence + the machine i will always love. lately ive been enjoying my kink is karma by chapell roan

last movie you watched? transformers the last knight…

last show you watched? i’m currently making my way through st: enterprise, i’m on s3!

last song you listened to? isimo by bleachers

favorite food? bread. any bread, all bread

favorite season? i suppose spring can be nice but i grew up in a place without seasons so i guess i love the idea of spring

do you have a tumblr best friend? does it count if they’re a best friend i pulled into the tumblr rpc? or a best friend who happens to have a tumblr? no? okay well, i have love and stars in my eyes for every person i meet on here. i make best friends like a six year old during recess. you’re nice? you have a cool shirt? we’re best friends.

tagged by : i stole it from the dash! / tagging: you steal it from me!

[dougtheintern]

im inspired (im not. im lying. )

bands/songs that i listen/listened to that i think the stupid teens would too

SCARY

-siouxsie and the banshees. listen shes textbook babybat gothgirl discovering goth music for the first time

-my chemical romance. duh!

-nirvana. because when your mom is cool and your dad is absent you like nirvana

-pheobe bridgers. this is listened to at 3am with no faith in god and your phone clutched in your right hand as you’re thinking that your friends dont love you (Moon song, I Know The End, Punisher)

-the cure. im gonna cure you of homosexuality. bro idk again its the cure. its just how it is (boys dont cry, A Forest, Faith)

-fiona apple because i like fiona apple and so scary likes fiona apple (Paper Bag, a Mistake, I Want You To Love Me)

TAYLOR

-any type of vocaloid. his fav is kaito. because hes gay?

-i used to listen to vocaloid so im going to my old playlists for this one

-Maretu. its bangin. its crazy. taylor goes crazy for it i just know

-Kikuo. every little queer who listens to japanese music EVENTUALLY makes their way to kikuo.

-video game soundtracks, especially undertale

-KERO KERO BONITO. lord i love them so much. cat vs dog. trampoline. all masterpieces

-the living tombstone. you think this little idiot hasn’t watched the anime adaptation of FNAF 70 times already? then ur WRONG

-LOONA. idk i just think he would tell people to stan loona . how do u spell that actually. idk

LINC

-radiohead. he found CDs in a dusty box in the attic. (grant had a phase)

-imagine dragons. hes a lanky awkward teenage boy who doesn’t know good music yet. he’s gonna listen to imagine dragons.

-currently branching out, trying out some Tyler the Creator

-^ as well as Ricky Montgomery. they’re two very different artists and he does not know that yet. but he will. i promise

-anything thats on the radio or on tiktok. and i mean anything. he hears it and goes ‘oh that sounds nice!’ and immediately adds it to his playlist. he has range but in a very odd way

-scary made him listen to The Cure and he kind of likes it

NORM

-The Smiths. im sorry hes just. hes so the smiths. oakworthy “i love the smiths” “what?” “I SAID I LOVE THE SMIT”

-No Doubt. yknow the one that made Just A Girl. yea hes gay and likes that song.

-TV Girl because what lonely queer teen doesnt eventually make their way to TV Girl

-Queen because sparrow was listening to them once and he fell in love with it

-^ along with kate bush

-Party In The USA by Miley Cirus. it’s the only song of hers he’ll ever listen to but its the only one necessary.

-florence + the machine. i have 0 reason for this one

HERMIE

im going to be sick because all my musical theater preferences are going to be spilled

-literally everything from A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder

-WAITRESS. waitress. w. waitress

-very VERY specific songs from Be More Chill

-The Ballad of Sara Berry. he wishes there was a full musical attached to it

-adelaide’s lament from guys and dolls. its so good guys. and luck be a lady

-into the woods. babes its a staple

-SUDDENLY SEYMOUR from LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS

-literally every song from Something Rotten its such a fun musical

-and sprinkle a little bit of mitski. hes a theater gay it was gonna happen eventually

[coffinbutch]

15 questions + 15 friends tagged by @acheronist thank youu

1. Are you named after anyone?

No one in particular; my middle name is a tori amos song my dad likes

2. When was the last time you cried?

man i honestly can't remember. i feel the impulse to cry a lot but haven't shed tears in a while, probably not since before starting T

3. Do you have kids?

No thanks. My sister can have kids and I'll be the weird uncle thing

4. What sports do you play/have played?

in an effort to make sure i was well-rounded my parents made me try a bunch of different sports as a child, but i only really liked fencing because i don't understand the rules of most team sports and got yelled at a lot lol

5. Do you use sarcasm?

no, i'm completely literal about everything all the time 🙄

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

probably hair/clothes

7. What's your eye color?

blue, some have said "distractingly" blue (source: handsome butch working at a piercing pagoda in the mall circa 2015)

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

im not opposed to a happy ending but my preferences skew scary

9. Any talents?

i feel like the word "talent" implies an innate ability but all the things i'm good at have required a lot of practice. that said, probably cooking

10. Where were you born?

florida, unfortunately

11. What are your hobbies?

cooking, baking, sewing, cross stitch as of late, video games, reading, writing (though it's safe to say this has evolved beyond hobby into ceaseless torture from which i can find no respite), singing/music, dancing, etc. i like a little of everything

12. Do you have any pets?

yes we have winifred the terrible pest whom i love so much

13. How tall are you?

......5'4"......

14. Favorite subject in school?

oh you know its english babey

15. Dream job?

i'd love to be able to not work one day so i can focus on writing but probably something low stakes and part time like proofreading where i get time off to write

okay now for the hard part, thinking of 15 people who might want to do this:

@abyssaldyke @brightbluedot @dicaeopolis @wakedeath @crying--crow @schalotte @lichfucker @puckgoodfaggot @wednesdaytoo @velvetcolemine @bonewhiteglory @dykentery @kodocell @furiousfinnstan @tifannilly no pressure to anyone who doesn't feel like it !

[maristelina]

Milgram 2nd Anniversary Teaser Translation

Translating 2nd Season of MILGRAM is so much funnier and Yamanaka-san is actually answering stuff. Some sneak previews:

Teaser #1

Amami: Good evening everyone! We’ll now begin the 2nd anniversary for Milgram, a viewer participatory/interactive music project

Everyone: You tripped on your words already?

Amami: Sorry~

Lounsbery: Now I feel at ease, she lowered the bar

Yamanaka: Now that she’s lowered the bar, let’s introduce our guests today. First, Amami-san who just tripped over her words

Teaser #2

Yamanaka: Amami-san said she wanted to make friends, so I suggested they share their LINE with each other… but that only happened after a year and a half after I made the suggestion

Lounsbery: Isn’t that a little late?

Deco: Not just a “little”…

Yamanaka: So I’m guessing the meal will happen around two years… two years and a half later

Amami: Yes.. we exchanged our LINEs just recently

Aisaka: Slowly, you know? Deepen our bond one step at a time

Amami: Exactly

Lounsbery: I hope you guys have a meal together before the third trial

Deco: I hope it happens before Milgram ends

Lounsbery: I hope you guys go before Milgram ends Amami: I’ve been told that it’s unrelated, but I’m pretty sure her cover song is also influencing the results

Yamanaka: It’s totally unrelated

Deco: covers of Deco*27’s songs are completely unrelated. Unrelated.

Amami: I know it’s completely unrelated, but the song choice makes people wonder if she has that side to her too.

Yamanaka: It’s unrelated though

Amami: It makes me read into it too deeply

Yamanaka: We’re telling you that it’s unrelated all this time, but you don’t believe us

Amami: But it really makes me wonder why the cover songs were assigned the way they were.

Teaser #3

Deco: Second trial songs are… intense. Um, for real, they’re … I choose this word deliberately, but they’re hell. Even in the first trial, there were some scary and thrilling songs, but looking back, they were merely self introductions. Just the surface of the character. We’ve only taken the tip of the iceberg to show the viewers. The second trial takes into account everyone’s votes and we’ve reflected the characters’ turmoils, so it’s hell. Really. So those of you who voted – I think we have a lot of viewers here who have voted – you need to fully prepare yourselves for the second trial, or else it will be very mentally taxing.

Amami: It does feel taxing

Deco: It’s taxing. Especially if it’s your bias

Lounsbery: But it’s a result of everyone’s decisions.

Everyone: Exactly

Lounsbery: The second trial is based on everyone’s choices, so as Futa would put it, “It’s all you! You guys did this!” That’s the case here.

Teaser #4

Deco: Oh nooo… I can’t give any spoilers, but if I liked a certain prisoner, and they turned out this way, I really can’t accept it. I wouldn’t be able to stand it.

Teaser #5

They're talking about innocent prisoners. And how Yamanaka is enjoying the screenplay. They're aiming to hurt you guys.

Yamanaka: I’m not doing this out of spite, it’s just that if that prisoner was forgiven, then obviously they’d turn out this way. I’m just following the logic.

[yisanged]

sorry for the radio silence guys i'm sure you missed me [<- already never online] i was on an overnight trip for band. we do a small one once every two years plus a major one to disney world every four. this time we went to cleveland, saw the rock and roll hall of fame, got a bit of time at the art museum, and then saw a concert. imo we spent way too much time at the rock museum (4 hours.......) and did not get nearly enough time for the art museum (2 hours....) especially for how huge it was. my group only got a good look at like 60% of the stuff there :( but the concert was really fun it was an orchestra performing final fantasy music. there were lots of cosplayers and pretentious nerds there but it was actually really cool. my jaw dropped when they started playing the honey bee song and strippers started showing up on screen and cloud danced with an effeminate scantily dressed man who then forced him to crossdress and wear a maid dress to do something...? bro they were playing all these videos on screen but there weren't any voices or anything to the videos the only audio was the band playing live. which was really cool but i did not understand anything that was going on i'm not a final fantasyer. it was really really cool though i had a lot of fun. a lot of people in my band were like making fun of it and how dorky the whole thing was since they didn't know anything about ff which like i don't either but damn i thought it was neat. and then today we went to an amusement park and i went on some scary rides. nothing super bad i hate hate hate huge drops but my friends bullied me into going on some fast roller coasters that just spin around a lot without doing any really steep drops and it was fun. i did get scared at the first hill we went up because i thought it was gonna be a drop and yelled a bit which is still kind of crazy because i rarely ever raise my voice significantly and now my voice is like blown out. someone said i sound like one of those tiktok thirst trap dudes that drop their voice an octave lower to try and sound sexy. i had a lot of fun. but i still have to finish this huge ass packet for apush that's due tomorrow....... bros.

[practically-an-x-man]

more thoughts about Wish:

Chris Pine has the best voice acting in this movie by far. Dude could be a legitimately scary villain if the animation wasn't so goofy

I'm telling you dude, the man is acting his ass off but the script and animation style are just ruining all the emotion he's giving

Alan Tudyk is also putting in the work but the script is not working in his favor

Evan Peters needs more lines. His character is legitimately interesting, a young guy who just gave up his wish and is now weirdly lethargic all the time, but they don't explore it enough

Speaking of the animation, it felt very inconsistent. With the King especially we'd get like... one cool moment (like him stopping the globes during his solo song) but then it's immediately cut by these goofy Nimona-as-Ballister type motions

The facial expressions are generally overblown, past the point of "animation stretching the rules" and into "this just looks goofy"

Like I said before, it feels like a patchwork of a dozen other, better Disney movies. My dad and I were watching this going "Tangled. Brave. Frozen. Peter Pan. Mulan."

The third act is like... Rise of the Guardians meets that one scene in Trolls where they sing True Colors

The music is just inconsistent. I think it mainly comes from the fact that they had a pop singer/songwriter do the music rather than a musical theatre composer, there aren't any consistent themes or leitmotifs and it leaves everything feeling very disjointed.

Some of the songs on their own are decently catchy but they just feel like they're trying way too hard

The dialogue is the same way. It serves a purpose but it doesn't quite feel natural or human. Some characters are worse than others and the VO work plays a role but the script itself is just awkward

I think they've just set up too many characters here. If they took two people out of Asha's friend group it would leave more room to develop the others. As it is, I don't remember their names and I have no idea what they want

Except for Asha since she's the main character and Simon because he's the only one who stands out from the rest (again, really interesting character! drastically underutilized!)

Feels like the talking animals are only a thing because it's a Disney movie. Valentino I understand, animal sidekicks are a classic, but the chickens and squirrels and mice are just too much

As a whole there's just... no substance in it. It feels like they've tried to make The Disney Movie and just started making it without even deciding on the themes or characters' journeys at all

It is a heaping pile of deus ex machinas. Every single problem in this movie is resolved in some cheeky little deus ex machina, solely for the sake of a stupid joke or a cheap reference to another Disney reference

If you're gonna copy Lin-Manuel Miranda's composition style anyway... just hire Lin-Manuel Miranda. At least he knows how rhyme schemes and leitmotifs work

This movie is so fucking trite it makes me legitimately angry

Good points I guess (because I refuse to dish on a movie without pointing out something decent about it):

Some of the songs are kinda catchy

There are a few powerful moments of animation, mostly with the King

There are little gold character moments here and there: the King's desperation for power, Simon's character as a whole, Asha's selflessness sparking the initial wish, etc.

Some of the voice acting is legitimately good!

The concept itself is interesting, a King who hoards wishes to make himself more powerful. It had the grounds to be a much better movie, it just didn't act on them very well

The diversity in this movie is genuinely good! We see various demographics of people - race, gender, physical build, disability, etc. - and there's not much "Disney same face syndrome" like we've gotten in other movies.