#song: halo/walking on sunshine

[gleesongtournament]

[cryscendo]

kurt hummel in every performance

1x06 - Vitamin D

Walking on Sunshine/Halo - New Directions Girls

[youkissedareaderinthedark]

The Day the Music Died

I’m sorry that this is gonna be so angsty, but I used to be in the marvel fandom where the reader died all the time and I love this trend on tiktok so

Summary: The Grid has to say goodbye to their favorite girl

2023 F1 Grid x young!fem!reader

(For the sake of this story, reader is Aston Martin driver alongside Fernando, and Lance is the reserved driver, she can also be American if you want to really fit the song)

It was your favorite kind of race, a few hours away from midnight, and it was pouring rain, meaning the race was going to be more unpredictable and chaotic than usual.

You’ve always loved the rain and the extra risk factor it bought to Formula 1, so when your engineer told you the conditions were going to stay the same for the race, a bright smile took over your face, brighter than your usual one.

Your smile was one of your trademarks on the grid, often being compared to Daniel Ricciardo on the matter. Despite the age gap, you and the Australian were quite close and were like walking rays of sunshine when the two of you were together.

You were closest with the other young drivers the most though, Lando, George, Zhou, Yuki, and your teammate Lance being your closest companions.

You describe the grid as being like in a family, your teammate Fernando was like your grid dad, always looking out for you and defending you when the media felt a little extra vicious. The older men on the grid like uncles, looking out for you but letting you have your fun.

Drivers like Carlos, Charles, Pierre, Max, Esteban, and Alex were like cousins, you messed around with each other but always looking out for the other. Reporters called you “the glue” saying that your youthful spirit had helped bond the drivers as more than just competition.

So it made sense that a lot of drivers were worried when your car went into the barriers during the race.

Sunday started off fine, you had a goodnight sleep, hung out with your PR officer for breakfast and walked into the paddock with a smile on your face.

You greeted other drivers and the co-workers you knew as you worked your way to your garage and into your drivers room, changed into your drivers suit and reviewed your strategy with a few engineers before you had to head into the garage to get into your car.

“Radio check Y/n, radio check” Your engineer came over the radio. “Loud and clear” You replied, the adrenaline and excitement already kicking in as you were given the go-ahead to head onto the track for the formation lap. The mist from the cars around you and your soaked visor limited your vision, but you managed to find your way to your spot on the track. You were starting P5 today and were already anxious to start the race.

The flag was waved, the five red lights came on and off before all 20 cars were accelerating down the track, trying to gain positions early. You held on to P5 throughout the race, trying to defend against Carlos Sainz’ Ferrari behind you and trying to overtake Charles Leclerc’s Ferrari in front of you.

It was Lap 25 when you attempted another overtake on Leclerc, speeding down the straight and trying to gain on him before the corner. Right as you were beginning your turn into the corner, your tires locked up and you headed into the barriers, going too fast for your brakes to properly stop the car.

You felt the impact on the right side of your abdomen first, then your head, then your legs. It was like being compressed into a small box then slammed against a cement wall.

What happened? Why aren’t I on the track? Your vision went dizzy as you tried to remember what happened. I must have locked up, but why does my side hurt so bad?

“Oh no! Big crash on Turn 7, I think that was Y/n L/n’s Aston Martin! That looked bad, might be a red flag if L/n doesn’t show responsiveness” Martin Brundle spoke worriedly, crashes during stormy races were never good.

Just focus on getting out of the car, you told yourself. You wrapped your arms around the halo to try and lift yourself up but the dizziness in your head combined with the immediate pain in your right side made you sit back down. I probably hurt my ribs, you thought. It’s fine, I’ll just wait for the medics.

Brundle was right, the yellow flag was waved first and the cars slowed down, but it soon became clear that the race wasn’t going to continue for a bit. After a few minutes of waiting for you, a red flag was waved and the medical team was sent out.

Black spots danced in your vision as you tried to look around for the marshals. You expected your vision to clear up after a second, but it never did. Your world just became fuzzier and darker.

You started hearing sirens of an ambulance approaching, but your arms felt too heavy to raise in a sign of acknowledgement.

“The safety car and marshals arrive at the scene, still no movement from L/n” Martin’s voice becomes somber but he stays hopeful, of course you were fine, you never get hurt, you’d get out in a moment and everything would be fine.

You couldn’t keep yourself awake for much longer. It’s okay, at least I’m okay, right? Right? You asked yourself that question, expecting to wake up in a couple minutes. You weren’t scared of going unconscious, you’d be okay. But your eyes closed for the last time before you could find an answer and it was over before you even realized it’d begun.

The drivers were still in their cars, wondering what had happened. They knew you had crashed, but they knew you were strong, you’ll walk out of your car and dramatically insist Daniel give you a piggy back ride when you saw him. “You didn’t even hurt your legs!” He’d complain and you’d just shrug and tell him to let you climb on.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the race might not continue for a bit, at least until Y/n L/n is safe and taken off the track” Martin tries to keep the viewers updated as curtains are placed around your car to keep the cameras away from you.

Everyone is getting antsy at this point, your engineer got no radio from you and there is no word from the medics yet. The drivers are calling in every other minute, anxious to hear from you. “Is she okay?” Fernando calls in. “Do we know if Y/n’s alright?” Carlos asks, having seen the crash up close. Daniel even walks into your garage, wanting to see for himself if there was any news on your crash.

As a Formula 1 Medic, Rowan should be prepared to handle any type of crash a driver was in, ranging from a bruise on their stomach to a broken leg, she was trained to handle it. But Rowan had never seen a dying person before, so her hesitation to help her coworker with lifting L/n out of her car was understandable.

Two other medics immediately crowd the girl. Rowan searching for a pulse, one taking off the teen’s helmet, and the third wrestling with the drivers suit, trying to assess the damage that could by covered by the clothing.

“Rowan, have you found a pulse?” One of the other medics who’s rummaging ambulance for supplies asks. Rowan doesn’t want to answer. She doesn’t want to face this. She wants to check her neck, her heart, and her wrist again even though she already did three times. Rowan doesn’t want to be one to tell everyone that Y/n L/n is dead, but Rowan knows better than that, so she removes her hands from the drivers body, hangs her head low, and closes her eyes as if that would stop her tears from falling.

“No pulse. I’ve checked everywhere three times. She’s gone.” The medic’s voice cracks as she says the last sentence, and a silence overcomes the team of safety marshals.

Nobody on the team had ever encountered a death before, so the medical staff was stuck in a mournful silence, letting the rain wash away the tears that threatened to drop from their cheeks.

The head of the team snaps out of it first. “Someone has to radio the Aston Martin garage and tell them” Everyone seems to step away, wanting to avoid being the one to announce the death. There was nothing to worry about though, as Rowan spoke up. “I’ll do it. I’ll make call” No one disagrees, and Rowan’s glad because she felt partly responsible, she should’ve gotten to Y/n quicker, helped her out of the car, told everyone to move quicker.

Rowan’s voice comes over the radio, shaky and somber. “Y/n L/n is dead. She has no pulse.” She pauses as her throat closes up. “We’ll take her to the medical center-“ That’s all the woman can manage before she bursts into tears and started shaking with sobs. Another medics pulls her closer to them, as they give a moment of silence for the driver.

The young medic is only a few years older than the girl who just died, questions herself, “What if I got there faster?” It lingers in her mind.

Gasps. Tears. Hands cover faces and people are pulled into hugs. Dead? Daniel thinks, no, she isn’t dead, Y/n- she can’t- she’s not dead. Before he realizes, he’s saying the words out loud and pressing the radio button before Otmar can stop him. “I- what do you mean she’s dead? She can’t be dead- she can’t be” The Australian has tears running down his face and he’s pulled away by one of the Aston Martin engineers.

Nobody knows what has happened except those in the Aston Martin garage, and nobody will know until 7:00am the next morning, when Y/n L/n’s death is announced by Aston Martin.

It seems like the entire world came together to offer their support. Millions of messages are sent to Y/n’s family and her friends and bouquets of flowers are sent to Y/n’s P.O. Box.

The funeral is held on Friday, family, friends, drivers, and co-workers show up to Y/n’s home town to mourn their beloved driver.

A moment of silence is held at the race three weeks later, nearly every driver cries and everyone that has a helmet has a sticker with your initials on it. Fernando wins for you and points at the sky as he sobs for his teammate that was like his daughter.

The paddock no longer feels the same. There was no longer a green suit to watch as she bounced around, talking to anyone and everyone, keeping a smile on her face through it all. There is something so clearly missing in the Aston Martin videos, no matter how much time passes. Fans rewatch her live streams and interviews because it’s all the comfort they have. You used to call the grid dinner outings “family dinner” but families smile and laugh together, and it takes a while before the grid can do that again.

Y/n L/n goes down in the Formula 1 Hall of Fame as the best female driver that has ever lived, but the whole world wishes she was there to see her induction herself.

The day the music died

So bye-bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee

But the levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinking whisky and rye

Singing, “This’ll be the day I die”

This will be the day that I die

if you’re confused on how y/n dies, I wrote it as her internal organs got crushes as she crashed straight into the barrier, i know it doesn’t really make sense and it took me me awhile to make this edit but I kinda forgot about it

also, I want to write more f1 fics after this, so if you have any suggestions on what team the reader should be on and what driver the reader should be with lmk 🫶

[violettduchess]

A/N: Better late than never! Not a request, just my imagining what these lovely suitors would be like with an infant that wakes up crying 💜

CW: babies, breastfeeding

Suitors x female reader

WC: 2045

A cry rings out through a peaceful summer night at the palace.

It is small, but powerful.

And very, very insistent. 

Leon

A light sleeper by nature, he gets up, murmuring for you to try and keep sleeping when he notices you stirring too. "I'll see what I can do for the little peanut." He crosses the room to the white bassinet with its pale pink ruffles, a gift from Uncle Yves. Inside his infant daughter is fussing. Tiny fists are clenching and unclenching as her small head turns fitfully left and right.

“Ah, c’mere sweetheart,” he says, voice still rough with sleep as he lifts her gently, laying her against his bare shoulder. One large hand rubs her back as he walks the length of the room, her tiny cheek warm as a spot of sunshine against his shoulder.

“I can take her–” you start to say as you push yourself upright in the bed, but he shakes his head, holding up a finger.

“I think we’ve got this handled, love. Take a look.” He walks over to your side of the bed, his hand still gently stroking the baby’s back. Her tiny head with its halo of black hair rests against him and is still. Not able to see her face, he turns sideways, giving you the sweetest view of your handsome, bare-chested husband holding your daughter close, her small face now relaxed again in sleep. Her father’s warmth was enough to solve whatever problem had woken her and she's drifted back off to the soft, hazy world of baby dreams.

You smile, feeling the way your heart expands, a paradox: never has it been so full of love and yet so very, very light.

Clavis

He wakes up immediately at his son’s first cry and is out of bed before the sound can even penetrate your deep sleep. He knows how often you get up, how often you are the only one who can satisfy your son’s voracious demands for food but Clavis has told himself that the little tyrant's demands that don't require milk, he will take care of himself. You, his dearest of dears, need as much sleep as you can get.

He bends down over the baby’s cradle, brushing back the boy’s angel-soft hair, the same twilight shade as his. “So noisy at such a late hour. My my. This won’t do.” Carefully he scoops up his son, adjusting his pajamas and then his hand freezes. 

“Oh dear. I think I see why you’re so upset, little Lelouch.” The baby continues to whimper, little cries that, although Clavis knows they are harmless, still feel like they are stabbing right into the center of his tender heart. He never wants to hear his child in distress.

Reaching up, he turns the small knob on the lamp above the dresser where you have all of the baby’s changing things neatly laid out. His son squeaks out little sounds of agitation. “I’ve got you, don't worry. Papa's got you, always and--my goodness, how does such a tiny body produce this much liquid?” He talks, his words soft and almost sing-song as he changes his son’s pajamas and diaper with practiced hands. The baby, now removed of his damp clothing, stops whimpering, instead blinking up at his father with wide golden eyes.

“There has got to be a better solution to this than soaking all those linen diapers,” he mutters as he carefully slides chubby legs into fresh little stockings. “I bet I could invent something that might absorb all your perfectly healthy but still oh so stinky messes much better.” The baby kicks his legs and waves his arms, as if cheering in agreement and Clavis laughs softly, lifting his son back into his arms. “You agree with Papa? You think I can do that? Of course you do.” 

He walks back to the cradle, turning his head to place a gentle kiss to the apple of his son’s plump cheek. He could hold him in his arms forever, never tiring of that infant smell, that the feel of his warm little body so trusting and sweet against him. 

He pauses in front of the cradle. “Hmm….I know. Let’s go on a little nocturnal journey down the hall while talking through some chemicals and their rates of absorption. I bet you’ll be a perfectly delightful assistant.”

Jin

Both you and Jin yawn, sleepily rubbing at your eyes as your daughter’s cries fill the bedroom. One glance at the time and he sighs, reaching over to tenderly touch your cheek with the back of his hand. “She’s on time, our little one,” he murmurs in his deep voice even as you are pushing yourself up with one hand and already unbuttoning your nightgown with the other.

He gets up, walking over to the crib where the infant is crying, her shock of brownish hair standing up in every direction. “Mommy’s already getting ready for you, princess,” he says as he reaches down and lifts her. She’s so small in his large hands. He walks back to bed, murmuring soft little shushing noises, and then carefully hands her over to you. You help her find the right position and then sigh when she begins to nurse, her cries immediately quieted. Glancing up, you find Jin sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you both with a curiously thoughtful expression.

“What is it?�� 

He watches you a moment, then shakes his head, a sheepish grin on his handsome face. “It’s just….I’ve always liked that particular body part.” You snort, running your fingers over your baby’s fine chestnut hair. “That’s an understatement.” He chuckles, shrugging before continuing his thought. “Yeah well…it’s just…I think….now that I see ‘em being used to feed our little girl….I think….I think I actually like them MORE now.”

You can’t help it. You start giggling, a burst of yellow happiness that colors the gray exhaustion of new parenthood. “God, I love you.” You crook a finger at him and he matches your smile as he climbs back into bed and leans close to you. You place a kiss on his chiseled cheekbone, warm and affectionate. A sigh born of tender happiness is his answer, along with the words, “I love you too.”

Silvio

“Stay in bed. I’ll go.” He’s up, striding across the bedroom to the bassinet before you can even finish rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Aye, piccolino, sono qui.” He reaches down, running a hand over the restless infant's back. But no soothing words or pets seem to be enough. He lifts the baby carefully, still in that new stage of fatherhood where a baby feels like the most fragile thing in the world.

You watch your two pale-haired men, frowning slightly as the littlest one continues to fuss. "He can't be hungry again, can he?" You have just finished feeding him until he fell into a milk-drunk state of blissful sleep, his body heavy and warm, not thirty minutes ago. He had been sleeping so soundly that hope for more than an hour of sleep at one time had risen in your heart.

Silvio lays the baby against his shoulder. His hands are bare, with only his simple gold wedding band left on his elegant fingers. Every other piece of jewelry has been removed for the sake of his child. Necklaces would get in the way of his son sleeping on his bare chest. Earrings might hinder his ability to press his cheek against his fine, moonlight-spun hair. 

"Ain't no baby in the world that could eat again after all that milk." He inclines his head towards his son. "Listen to you, cucciolo. All that growling." He rubs his small back in soothing circles. And then the most extraordinary thing happens: the tiny prince lets out the most raucous of burps. The kind that sends a quake through his little body.

"Dio mio," his father mutters, blue eyes wide as he looks down at his son. You grin through your sleepiness. "Here I thought only his grumbling was like his father." 

Gilbert

His daughter's cry shatters the night's peace in an instant. Both you and Gilbert wake up immediately, but he's quicker than you, throwing back the covers and crossing the room to the cradle carved from darkest walnut. 

He spots the problem immediately. At some point during the night she had kicked her blanket to the end of her cradle where it lies bunched up and useless. Her socks are nowhere to be seen, a display of her magician-like talent for making them disappear. He reaches down and sure enough, her tiny feet are like ice blocks.

"Always the same thing with you, oder Mäuschen? What have socks ever done to you?” He lifts her from her cradle, tucking her securely into the crook of his arm as he makes his way over to the dresser that has been designated hers. You reach across the bed, turning on the lamp that sits on his nightstand and he glances at you over his shoulder, eyes bright with appreciation. “Thank you, Häschen.” Now he can see better, his fingers trailing over the tiny rolled up socks and tights. When the baby makes a small cooing sound, he stops. “These?” He pulls out a pair of soft black tights embroidered with mini red roses. “Ahh a good choice.”

He hums as he walks over to the changing table, the sound soft and soothing, the gentle rush of a river through the night. As he carefully changes her diaper and then works her plump little legs into the tights, humming gives way to him singing. "Der Mond ist aufgegangen…"

She is curious, all thoughts of crying gone, watchful crimson eyes blinking as she keeps her gaze on the source of the calming sound. “Fertig,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss to the soles of her now covered feet. "All done." Then he lifts her, carrying her not to her cradle but back to the bed. He slides in, leaning back against the support of the many bed pillows, settling in. Her eyes are already closing as she snuggles in close against his chest.

You watch them both with a smile as tender as the moon’s joy in the stars.

Chevalier

The man who took an army to wake up is on his feet in an instant. He is silent as he crosses the room, leaning down to check on his crying daughter, her pale head of blond hair gleaming silver in the moonlight. He carefully lifts her from the bassinet, marveling in the back of his mind at how very small she is.

He glances back to the bed where you are still deeply asleep. “Your mother is exhausted from all your demands.” He wouldn’t usually condone speaking to a baby as they are incapable of understanding but he’s found that she calms down when she hears his voice. Even now her whimpering stops, her tiny cheek resting on the soft linen of his shirt. She’s gone very still, as if truly listening to his words. “You’ve eaten twenty minutes ago. We can eliminate hunger. Your bottom is….” He pats it gently, checking. “...perfectly dry. The room is neither too hot nor too cold.” He wraps his hands around her feet. She’s still wearing her white socks trimmed with yellow lace. “Your feet are adequately covered.” He tips his head back to look down at her. Her perfect, tiny fingers are curled into his shirt and her body feels heavy, drowsy with sleep. 

She attempts to turn her head, burying her face in his shoulder and he reaches up, helping her, running his strong fingers over her downy hair when she has found a position that is comfortable. Chevalier walks over to the white wooden rocking chair you have positioned by the window and lowers himself into it.

“You simply wanted to be held, didn’t you?” A heavy, stuttering sigh leaves her small body, almost as if in answer to her father’s line of questioning. He cups her head with his hand, tilting his face down to place a soft kiss on her hair. “I’ll comply, little one.” He settles into the chair and begins rocking gently back and forth, father and daughter, bathed in loving, silvery moonlight.

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[ihearthhj]

— if i could go back in time. -- (h.hj)

chapter 2 : what is love?

pairing : hyunjin x fem!reader

word count : 1.2k (lowercase intended)

a/n : short chapter !

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you met him when you were six.

one sunny summer day, you were at the local park.

you trudged through the multitude of play structures, vivid colors whirring in your vision. excited screams and shrieks of other children echoed in your ears, the overflow of noise making you want to run away.

you hated loud noises as a child. you preferred spaces with quiet and calm ambiences, finding peace wherever that was.

fleeing away from the big kaleidoscope of sound and colors that made your head hurt, you wandered off away to the parts of the park, hidden from plain view.

it was often these whereabouts that were the best. and every time you’d visited this very park, you were always found in this place.

as you dragged your stuffed teddy bear by its arm, you enter the intricacy of trees and sunshine.

a miniature forest, lit warmly by pure gold and bathed in dappled sunligh, was your definition of heaven. this hidden oasis felt like a sanctuary away from the noise and clamor.

walking deeper into the bundle of leaves, trudging in the long grass, your gaze trailed upwards, to the strips of light that seeped through the thin layer of leaves.

the atmosphere was tranquil, and a slight question mark hung in the pristine air, as if daring you to walk in deeper. the occasional breeze caused the leaves to rustle, providing background noise that coaxed the birds’ songs to life.

you settled yourself beneath a shading willow, the sunlight seeping through its graceful long leaves casting a halo on the lush grass, sprinkled with dew.

sometimes you’d think that this was actually a forest from a fantasy, a dream. its aura was magical, with a perfect amount of a somehow mysterious element jumbled inside.

you plopped down onto the grass, setting your teddy bear next to you. closing your eyes and breathing in the cool air, you sink into the silence.

a quiet, unfamiliar giggle escaped from behind another tree.

you opened your eyes, looking frantically around for the source of the noise. the only object that was around you was a crow, its head twisting around in jerky movements and its beady eyes staring.

a little boy around the same age as you followed behind it, taking careful and silent steps. his gaze was focused on the bird, his body crouched down. he was trying to catch the bird. your own eyes darted between the bird and the boy, intrigued by the scene unfolding in front of you. suddenly, he stepped on a stray stick on the ground, causing a snap to echo through the air. the bird flew away with a squawk.

the boy stood up, lips pursed. the frown on his face deepened, but it morphed into a grin when he turned his gaze towards you.

“hello,” he said simply.

after that, the two of you were inseparable. you learned that his name was hwang hyunjin, a new resident in town.

every other day, you and hyunjin would play together in that very forest. it became a place where your fondest memories were made, a secret childhood haven of sunshine and trees.

———

summer passed even quicker than you would have thought, the inching progress of change disappearing through the blur of everything. soon enough leaves turned into a series of red and orange colors, the temperature dropping slowly. in the first week of september, school started. if it were any other september, you’d be dragging yourself through the crowds of kids on the local school grounds, wishing you were homeschooled instead.

but this september was different—school was becoming a happy place, surprisingly. being the same age, you were in the same class this year as hyunjin, which allowed you to see each other almost all the time.

hyunjin's presence in your class was like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds, illuminating the mundane with a warmth and light that filled you with a sense of joy you had never known before.

having not much friends yourself, you allowed yourself to become closer to hyunjin, who was a new student and unfamiliar with the school. every day became a better one when you had someone who you could call a friend. you started to look forward to being with hyunjin at school, even if it meant having to go through boring classes.

hyunjin and y/n, y/n and hyunjin. two peas in a pod with matching smiles and laughs, their friendship a beacon of light in a world that often felt dark and uncertain.

you were the happiest you had ever been at the place you called school, somewhere you had gone to unwillingly almost every day for the short 9 years of your life. now, you finally had someone to talk you whenever you wanted, someone to share your mother's homemade tteokbokki with at lunch, someone who was your default work partner.

what made it a million times better was knowing that they could do the same with no hesitation.

——————

as the years slipped by like grains of sand through an hourglass, your bond with hyunjin only grew stronger. every shared moment, every whispered secret, seemed to weave the threads of your friendship into something unbreakable, something that felt like home.

one crisp autumn afternoon, as the leaves rustled beneath your feet and the scent of fallen foliage filled the air, you found yourselves perched atop your favorite tree in the park, the world spread out before you like a painting waiting to be explored.

the wind danced through the branches, tousling your hair as you watched the horizon, the sun casting a warm golden glow over the landscape. it was moments like these that felt timeless, suspended in a bubble of tranquility that seemed impervious to the passage of time.

"hyunjin, what do you think is love?" you asked, the question tumbling from your lips like a leaf caught in the breeze.

for a moment, hyunjin was silent, his gaze fixed on the horizon as if searching for the answer in the distant sky. then, with a thoughtful expression, he spoke, his voice soft and contemplative.

"well, someone from school said that you get butterflies in your stomach," he began, his words slow and measured. "and your heart goes thump thump really fast."

you nodded slowly, mulling over his words as you watched the setting sun dip below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of pink and gold. so that was what love was, you thought to yourself. a fluttering in the stomach and a racing heart. you wondered when you would experience that yourself.

but it wasn't until three years later, as you stood beside hyunjin beneath the same tree, that you realized the true meaning of those words. It was the way your heart skipped a beat whenever he smiled, the way your stomach fluttered at the mere thought of being near him.

it was the realization that love wasn't just a concept to be pondered from afar, but a feeling that had crept into your heart and taken root, growing stronger with each passing day.

and as you looked into hyunjin's eyes, you knew with a certainty that transcended words that what you felt for him went beyond friendship.

it was love.

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[zcorners120]

Arthur leclerc grumpy reader and sunshine Arthur!! pls

such a good concept, i love the trope <33

synopsis; prema's golden retriever boy had fallen for the black cat girl at trident. MASTER LIST

warnings; swearing,

Black cat, kills with your striking looks, yet your personality is what sticks out most. Blunt, sarcastic and hopelessly pessimistic. Your own personal antonym was none other Arthur Leclerc. Melts girls with his handsome and boyish looks, and his personality is what shines through most. Immature, playful and hopelessly optimistic.

And he is deeply, deeply, in love with his opposite. Making it abundantly clear to you, you toy around with it for fun.

"Opposites attract y'know, L/N." He sing-songed, slinging his arms across your shoulders, following behind you.

"My opposite would be Bob Ross. He's too pure for this world." You stated, feeling his body slow you down from behind.

"So you and Bob Ross are attracted to each other?" He asked, confused as you turned around to face him, his arms still on your shoulders.

"No. I'm attracted to weird blonde boys who love life a little too much." You retorted, watching his face go red.

Ollie Bearman was secretly taking a picture of you two face to face, lurking in a corner like a twisted stalker feeding the Arthur and Y/N fanbase.

Watching his face go beetroot red, you plucked his hands off your shoulders, and walked away smiling slightly. Leaving him agape, Ollie walks up to him laughing, pulling his arm back to the garage.

You were out by a few seconds in the 2nd lap of quali, angry and frustrated you walk to the paddock for some fresh air, watching as the rest of the drivers battle out for a good place.

You noticed your team waiting on Stanek, who was currently in second. Joining them out near the track, you watched as the cars whizzed past. With your classic death stare, you noticed the Prema car in which the driver was enthusiastically waving through the gap in the halo to you, with huge number 4's on the car. Looking down to conceal your smile, you felt your own cheeks tinge a new rosy colour.

"And Arthur Leclerc takes the win for quali today!" The announcement rings out, as Arthur jumps out from the car, hugging his team.

He clips off his helmet, trying to spot you within the crowd but you had disappeared.

"Cherie, where were you? I was waiting for my winning hug." He bursts into your garage, smiling at you.

"Fact one; not your Cherie. Fact two; I've seen a cat turn into a dog more times than I've ever hugged you in my lifetime." You reply dryly, giving him a straight lined smile.

"Admit it, you're crazy for me." He smiles smugly, leaning down to where you were sitting.

"In your dreams Leclerc." You pat his shoulder, swaying your hips slightly as you walk away.

The black cat's heart had slowly defrosted, as your feelings for Arthur had developed further than you'd imagined, as you no longer resist to his silly ways of giving you attention.

Winning second to Arthur who got first, he pulled you in for a massive hug as both of your cars stopped in front of your mechanics.

"I'm so proud of you Cherie. We've both done amazing." He exclaimed, picking you up and spinning you around as you start laughing.

He jumped up and down in joy, little bursts of energy spewing out in each jump.

"Does this dual victory allow me to buy you a drink?" He throws his arm around your shoulder, swaying from side to side.

"I thought I'd wait for the apocalypse to occur and use you as my last resort for entertainment, but I think I've changed my mind." You look up at him, slightly snuggling into his embrace.

"I'll take that as a compliment." He kissed the top of your head.

"Of course you will." Rolling your eyes playfully as he perfectly fit into the stereotype of his happy-go-lucky spirit.

A/N; hope i did well, wasn't sure what plot i was going to go for at first but i thinkkk i've nailed it

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i asked chat gpt to make a playlist based on each one of the obey me characters…

>> PART 2!!! <<

here's part 1 and 3: the brothers / the side characters

diavolo:

"kings and queens" by 30 seconds to mars

"hail to the king" by avenged sevenfold

"demons" by imagine dragons

"hall of fame" by the script ft. will.i.am

"power" by kanye west

"emperor's new clothes" by panic! at the disco

"my songs know what you did in the dark (light em up)" by fall out boy

"radioactive" by imagine dragons

"glory and gore" by lorde

"god's gonna cut you down" by johnny cash

"believer" by imagine dragons

"throne" by bring me the horizon

"can't hold us" by macklemore & ryan lewis ft. ray dalton

"sail" by AWOLNATION

"the man" by taylor swift

barbatos:

"smooth operator" by sade

"uptown funk" by mark ronson ft. bruno mars

"one more time" by daft punk

"careless whisper" by george michael

"every breath you take" by the police

"superstition" by stevie wonder

"fly me to the moon" by frank sinatra

"feeling good" by michael bublé

"just the two of us" by bill withers ft. grover washington jr.

"easy" by lionel richie

"can't stop the feeling!" by justin timberlake

"i want to hold your hand" by the beatles

"smooth" by santana ft. rob thomas

"i will always love you" by whitney houston

"at last" by etta james

solomon:

"imagine" by john lennon

"bohemian rhapsody" by queen

"wish you were here" by pink floyd

"stairway to heaven" by led zeppelin

"magic" by coldplay

"karma police" by radiohead

"black magic woman" by santana

"time" by pink floyd

"riders on the storm" by the doors

"lucy in the sky with diamonds" by the beatles

"i put a spell on you" by nina simone

"paint it black" by the rolling stones

"losing my religion" by R.E.M.

"sultans of swing" by dire straits

"sympathy for the devil" by the rolling stones

simeon:

"angels" by robbie williams

"halo" by beyoncé

"you raise me up" by josh groban

"i will always love you" by whitney houston

"lean on me" by bill Withers

"un-break my heart" by toni braxton

"wind beneath my wings" by bette midler

"in the arms of an angel" by sarah mclachlan

"true colors" by cyndi lauper

"hero" by mariah carey

"i believe i can fly" by r. kelly

"heaven" by bryan adams

"a thousand years" by christina perri

"you're beautiful" by james blunt

"i can see clearly now" by johnny nash

luke:

"pocketful of sunshine" by natasha bedingfield

"here comes the sun" by the beatles

"walking on sunshine" by katrina and the waves

"happy" by pharrell williams

"rainbow connection" by kermit the frog

"ain't no mountain high enough" by marvin gaye & tammi terrell

"all star" by smash mouth

"don't worry, be happy" by bobby mcferrin

"three little birds" by bob marley & the wailers

"i just can't wait to be king" from the lion king

"best day of my life" by american authors

"count on me" by bruno mars

"i'm yours" by jason mraz

"walking on air" by katy perry

"sing" by pentatonix

barbatos with michael bublé, frank sinatra and george michael is a vibe honestly lol BUT THEN THERES THE JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE TROLLS SONG WTF LMAO

i love doing this is so funny

i'm probably doing a part 3 !!!

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Annie’s Song - Josh Kiszka

a/n: something sweet i wrote back in may :) also, this is set in a universe where gvf wasn’t formed so josh is just a normal little guy 💕

summary: your best friend’s brother, josh, happens to be home during you and your friend’s movie night

word count: ~2.3k

“So are you coming over for our usual Friday night in?!” Your friend Heather asks over the phone. You chuckle as you finish packing your bag for her house.

“Of course. Are we going to watch that new romantic comedy? Because I’ve really been wanting to watch it.”

“Yeah, we can rent it on Amazon. You’ll be over soon?”

“Uh huh. I’ll see you later.”

You continue getting your overnight bag ready and when the time comes, you head over to her house. She had mentioned that her parents were out of town for the weekend, so you would have the house to yourselves.

But when you parked on the street in front of the house, you noticed the familiar white Jeep of her brother Josh. You had only seen him a couple times, since anytime you were over at their house, he was out. Although, you have always thought he was so cute.

With his curly hair that looks almost like a halo sometimes, his beautiful brown eyes, which you’ve only gotten a good look at a couple times, and not to mention his voice and laugh.

Stepping inside, as she told you to do, you catch a quick glimpse of Josh as he walks down the hall and to his room.

“Is he home for the night?” You ask Heather, setting your stuff down near the couch.

“Yeah. But he won’t be too much of a nuisance. He’ll most likely stay in his room and keep to himself. Said his plans for the night fell through, but it’ll be fine.”

You take a seat next to her as she jumps into a conversation about something that happened with another friend, giving you all of the drama that you missed out on.

“I’m gonna pick up some Chinese food from our favorite place,” Heather says a couple hours later, standing from her spot on the couch.

The two of you were so deep in conversation and catching up, that you didn’t even realize it was dinnertime.

“Okay. I’ll take a white rice, a side of orange chicken, and a side of beef and broccoli,” you tell her. She takes a note down on her phone and gathers her things.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” she says before walking out of the house, leaving you alone.

Sighing softly, you look around the room, trying to decide what to do for the next half hour or so. You just decide to scroll through your phone for the time being.

Although, about ten minutes later, you hear a soft voice coming from down the hall. Locking your phone and setting it aside, you stand and quietly make your way towards what you soon found out was the bathroom.

The shower was running and eventually, you put two and two together and realize Josh is singing. And rather loudly. The bathroom door was cracked open just a bit, enough for his voice to carry through.

“Sunshine on the water looks so lovely. Sunshine almost always makes me high.” Your mouth opens a little upon hearing his lovely voice fill your ears. You were in awe of his talent, and just how beautiful and smooth sounding his voice is.

“If I had a day that I could give you, I’d give to you a day just like today,” he continues. You come to realize that he is singing “Sunshine on My Shoulders” by John Denver, and it made you curious about what he likes about the song, and the artist.

John Denver had always been one of your favorites, so the fact that Josh was singing it intrigued you.

“If I had a song that I could sing for you, I’d sing a song to make you feel this way.”

You stay there and listen to him for a couple more minutes before you hurry back to the couch, not wanting him or Heather to catch you.

Trying to get this off of your mind, you go back to mindlessly scrolling through your phone, but you can’t help thinking about Josh.

Heather was still gone by the time Josh finishes his shower. Moments later, Josh walks out into the living room, dressed in a pair of sweats and a white short-sleeve shirt, staring down at his phone.

He walks into the kitchen and fills a glass of water, but as he walks back out, he notices you sitting by yourself on the couch. You offer a small smile and he stops in his tracks, instead taking a seat in the chair adjacent to your spot on the couch

“Heather go somewhere?” He wonders. “And left you here all alone?” You chuckle and look down at your hands.

“She went to get food, but I don’t mind being here.”

“I can keep you company,” he offers. You gaze up at him, picking at your fingertips due to nerves of being around him alone.

You’ve never been alone with him, and for some reason, it was incredibly nerve-wracking. His gaze on you felt burning, but you enjoyed it.

“So, how long have you two been friends?” He asks.

“We met our freshman year of college. Ever since then, we’ve been pretty close because we were like one of four people within our major.”

“Oh really? I had no idea.”

“Yeah.”

“You were also a creative writing major?”

“Yep.”

“Any specific things you want to do with it?” Thinking for a moment, Josh waits for your answer, keeping his eyes on you and invested in the conversation, despite barely knowing you.

“I’d really love to write a book, and then have it turned into a movie. Or like a series of young adult books.”

“That’s wonderful. What genre, though? Romance? Mystery? Fantasy?”

“I’m really into period pieces, so things that take place in certain periods of time in history. Like Victorian, Edwardian, Georgian, it’s all so interesting to me.”

“Well, just know that I will be one of the first to buy your book as soon as it hits the stand,” he comments. You giggle, your head falling back.

“Even if it’s like soft core porn?” You add. He taps his chin in a joking way, pretending to think about his answer.

“Yes, even soft core porn.”

“That’s great to know, then, at least I’ll have one supporter.” He laughs along with you, reaching out to touch your arm. You think nothing of the gesture, until you realize that his touch left a lingering feeling behind, and you missed the feeling.

Silence falls between you, though it’s a comfortable silence.

“Um, not to make things weird or anything, but I, uh, heard you singing in the shower just now,” you admit quietly. Josh raises his eyebrows in surprise. “You have a really lovely voice.” He laughs lightly and his eyes cast down to his lap, trying to hide the fact that he was full on blushing.

“Thank you, lovey. I’ve-I’ve always enjoyed singing and John Denver is my hero and biggest inspiration, especially with his outlook on life and his music surrounding the beauty of nature and everything around us.”

“He’s one of the greatests, that’s for sure.” He gazes up at you and smiles fondly. “By the way, I didn’t mean for that to sound creepy, I just happened to hear it from here.”

“Oh no, it’s totally okay. I didn’t think you meant it in an odd way, and I don’t quite mind the compliment. Especially from a beautiful person like you.” Now, it was your turn for your face to heat up.

Thankfully, Heather walks into the house, having returned from getting food. Josh stands up right away and almost runs back to his room. You try to ignore his last comment, but you couldn’t.

You also couldn’t ignore his touch, or the little nickname he gave you, “lovey”, or his smile, and eyes, and everything about him.

“Was Josh keeping you company or something?” Heather wonders as she unpacks all fo the food for the two of you.

“Yeah, he was just asking about my degree and I found out that he would willingly read soft core porn,” you say as if it’s a normal thing to talk about. Heather just gives you an odd look, but laughs the conversation off.

For the time being, you forget about your earlier interaction with Josh, as you and Heather watch a few movies and just have fun together. When nighttime comes around, you two move around the living room so that you can sleep on the floor, on top of a huge comforter so there was at least some cushioning instead of just the floor.

Heather falls asleep rather quickly, but now, your mind was racing. Thoughts of Josh fill your mind, if he was still awake, what his thoughts on many topics are, what is his favorite song to listen to, and his favorite song to sing.

Sighing softly, you decide that it won’t hurt to see if he was still up and if he wanted to talk for a little.

When you get close to his room, his door being slightly open, you stop right before getting to it, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“She’s a lantern in the night, she’s outta sight,” he sings. Your eyebrows furrow as you listen to him, not recognizing the lyrics or melody he sings in.

“It turns to night, fire light, star shines in her eye. Makes me feel like I’m alive. She’s outta sight, yeah.” You take a deep breath and knock quietly on his door. The singing stops and Josh opens the door. A huge smile spreads across his face when he sees you.

“Hey,” he greets quietly.

“Um, hi. I, uh, I hope this isn’t too…weird, but Heather fell asleep and I’m not tired, but I wanted someone to talk to.”

“No, of course not, come in,” he invites you into his room and shuts the door. You awkwardly stand there until he invites you to sit on his bed with him.

You glance around the room, taking in a couple music posters, quite a few movie posters, but overall, it was quite clean and not messy whatsoever.

“What was that you were singing?” You ask. Josh chuckles nervously and rubs his hands together. He takes a seat next to you.

“I wrote it, actually. It’s called “Flower Power”. I wrote it not too long ago, actually.”

“Is it about anyone special?” You tease. Josh blushes and shakes his head.

“Not entirely. I just wrote it like, in general, but the spot’s open,” he flirts, knocking his knee against yours. Your heart races and heat creeps up your neck and to your cheeks.

Soon, the awkwardness and hesitation between the two of you fades away as you begin to talk about music, movies, and anything you could think of.

Before you knew it, it was two hours later and well into the night. Josh had become so completely enamored by you and kept questioning you about certain things he wanted to know.

Glancing over at the clock on his wall, you sigh softly.

“I should let you get to sleep,” you say, standing up.

“I’m still not quite tired, I took a nap a few hours ago, but I’ll let you go,” he stands with you.

“I’ve always had trouble sleeping anyway, and I forgot my favorite tea that I drink every night, so we’ll see how hard it is to sleep.”

“Well,” Josh begins, pausing to collect his thoughts. “I could…maybe help you? I could sing and see if that maybe helps?” Your heart soars in your chest at the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes.

“Sure,” you take his offer up. He walks back over to the bed with you and motions for you to lay down. He joins you moments later, asking if you want his comforter over you. He brings you into his chest after you two get comfortable under the blanket, his arms securing around your body.

“You fill up my senses, like a night in a forest. Like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain. Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean. You fill up my senses, come fill me again.” His soothing and smooth voice fills the otherwise silent room, his chest rumbling as he sings.

You sigh softly and a small grin appears on your face as you listen.

“Come, let me love you. Let me give my life to you. Let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms. Let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you. Come, let me love you, come love me again.”

The emotion in his voice, plus the lyrics of “Annie’s Song”, makes this moment far more intimate than you were anticipating. But his plan did work, you were growing very tired and you were thankful for him, but now you were starting to really fall for him.

“Are you still awake?” He wonders after he finishes the song.

“Barely,” you murmur, snuggling deeper into his chest.

“Um, before you do go to sleep, I wanted to ask if you would want to go on a date sometime?” You giggle excitedly and look up at him.

“I would love to, Josh.”

“Good. Because if so, that would have been very awkward, considering what I just sang to you.” Another giggle escapes your mouth as you look up at him.

“It has always been of my favorite songs, and now, I have a beautiful memory of it.”

“A memory of me singing you to sleep?” You nod, although you reach up to kiss his cheek, and then kiss right on the corner of his lips.

“And falling for you. Josh Kiszka, you are a very special person, and I can’t help but have feelings for you, especially after two hours of talking and you singing. You really are the sun personified, and I am so grateful I get the chance be in your presence.” You curl back up into his chest, your eyes fluttering closed, his arms tightening around you.

“You are also very special to me, (Y/N). And I hope you’ll be my Annie.”

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gvf taglist: @maud-gone @rhythm-of-space @streamingcolors-gvf @sunfl0wer-power

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[The footage begins abruptly, showing concrete floors washed in a blood-red glow. All around are the muffled sounds of heavy, monstrous footsteps and metallic screeches of countless Taskmanagers, sweeping the tunnels. Manager#0’s hand rises into view, and it is covered in blood, the spikes of metal protruding from the tips of his fingers bursting from the underside of all of them like extra, jagged teeth.]

[He lets out an unsteady breath, turning to face the other side of the room. A mangled corpse lays on the floor behind him, face turned away from the camera, but evidently not all in one piece, as shown by the full lower jaw laying disconnected on the floor a few feet away. Further away, another dark lump lays shattered on the floor, and another even further back than that.]

[But it’s not enough.]

Manager#0: [Quietly.] I just need to find that Mechanic, and then- then they- they can’t be too mad. Right? Not like last- This has to be his fault. It’s always just one of them- weaseling their way into- into perfectly loyal employees heads, and- and if I could just capture him, then- then- I’ll be okay. [Deep, shaky inhale, like he doesn’t believe it.] I’ll be fine.

[The tunnel is dim, and silent, save for the mechanical screams in all the others around it.]

[Someone rounds the corner, dark blue crowbar in hand, singing the song ‘Walking on Sunshine’ to themself. A smile is visible on their face that doesn’t quite reach their eyes as they turn to face Manager#0.]

[The camera jolts up. It’s a fucking miracle.]

Manager#0: Mechanic.

[Employee identified! Mechanic#12 {Maintenance Dept.}]

Mechanic#12: Hey.

[Mechanic#12 waves, before dropping his hand back to his side, seemingly not caring about moving his limb any more than for the wave.]

Manager#0: [Through gritted teeth.] I thought you gave up.

Mechanic#12: People change.

Manager#0: Wouldn’t I know it. 

[Suddenly, the camera darts forwards.]

[As this happens, there is a whoosh, and a loud crack, as Mechanic#12 swings the dark blue crowbar in his hands at Manager#0.]

[The camera shakes as Manager#0 stumbles briefly to the right, the hit having connected with his side. Mechanic#12 goes in for another hit and he stops it, grasping it so tight his knuckles turn white.]

Manager#0: I’m done with your little routine. Get in, get out, get dragged back in again. You’ve been nothing but a thorn in our side for months- [He shoves the crowbar away, sending Mechanic#12 stumbling back and hitting the wall behind him with a loud thud. His voice is ragged.] -and I will take great pleasure in watching them hang you from fucking walls.

Mechanic#12: [Coughing.] Maybe I’ll see you up there, too. Considering you just let me light three separate areas of the mall on fire. What do you think HR is going to think of that? 

Manager#0: [His tone doesn’t falter, but he swallows, audibly.] They’re not going to do that. I’m not like you. I’m not something they can afford to get rid of. 

Mechanic#12: You still believe that? Damn, did they remove your brain or something? You’re expendable, the same goes for everyone else in this building. You just haven’t realized it yet.

Manager#0: [Slowly, he reaches a tattered hand up, tapping it on the HALO with a few metallic clacks as he steps closer.] Thanks to this, I’m not worthless anymore. Not like you. I still have a purpose here. Whatever the consequence is, for… [His voice trails off, and he swallows again.] I’ll take it in stride. I’m not a coward. Not like you. 

Mechanic#12: How easy do you think it would be for them to just rip that thing out of you? Reuse it for some other asshole? They don’t care about you, they’d do it without hesitation. A pile of scrap doesn’t make you worth more than anyone, it just makes you a little more glittery.

[Manager#0 doesn’t say anything else. He just lunges forward again, digging his hands into either of his shoulders and wrestling him to the floor as blood starts to trickle from them.]

[Mechanic#12 keeps the same smile he’s had on his face since he rounded the corner, and makes eye contact with the camera, before biting Manager#0’s arm. As he moves his head back, wires can be seen somewhat off to the side. Mechanic#12 appears slightly disappointed.] 

[Manager#0 just tears his arm away, and, in one quick movement, digs his fingers metal-first into the left side of Mechanic#12’s chest.]

[Mechanic#12’s eyes widen, and the smile almost fully fades within an instant, his jaw clenches tightly, and there is a small crack heard.]

[The fingers tighten, and then twist, like they’re wrenching something apart, and a loud crunch follows a moment later. When he pulls his hand back, there is a small bloodied fragment of something in it.]

Mechanic#12: [Glancing between Manager#0 and his chest.] Jesus–

[Manager#0 tosses the shard to the side, still holding him down with one hand while taking out a now very bloodstained mask and moving to put it over Mechanic#12’s face.]

[Mechanic#12 quickly reaches up with his right arm and grabs hold of the mask, attempting to yank it out of Manager#0’s hand. Visibly, his other hand tightens its death grip on his shoulder.]

Manager#0: Stop trying to make this more difficult than it has to be.

Mechanic#12: God, fucking KILL YOURSELF.

[Mechanic#12 rips the mask out of Manager#0’s hand and brings his other arm into frame, a dark blue blur is all that is visible for a second before the crowbar comes slamming into the side of the frame. He lets out a choked, pained sound, face jolted partially to the side by the force of the blow.]

[Mechanic#12, after seeing that this actually hurt Manager#0, immediately wedges the crowbar somewhere between the HALO and Manager#0’s head, pulling lightly down on the crowbar, the smile from earlier having returned.]

[Manager#0 goes completely still, and the camera almost shakes. No.]

Manager#0: W- No, no, wait. You- You don’t know what you’re about to- EDGAR-

[Mechanic#12 clearly barely registers the words being said, the look in his eyes animalistic, his expression so bloodthirsty he may as well have had fangs. His smile grows. He yanks the crowbar downwards.]

[WARNING: TRANSCRIPTION OVERRIDE: HALO HAS TAKEN A SEVERE HIT. DAMAGE IS PROBABLE. PLEASE VISIT HR IMMEDIATELY.]

[The red light flickers something awful as Manager#0 pulls himself away, leaving a splatter of blood on the concrete as he tears his hand out of flesh, stumbles backwards, grabs at somewhere behind his head and screams.]

[He falls back against the far wall, choking out an awful, guttural sound as he shakily brings a hand away from where the HALO is attached under his hair and finds it stained red, fresh red--and, mixed with it, a sickening black. The world blinks out of focus, rights itself, and then goes dark again as the light flickers. Blood a shade too dark begins to trickle down the sides of his neck.]

[And then, all at once, the Security in all of the surrounding tunnels, on all sides except above, begin to shriek.]

[He doesn’t react. He just curls into a ball against the dead end of this darkening tunnel and gasps for air, trying to steady himself against the pain. It isn’t working. The HALO blinks.] [WARNING. REPORT TO HUMAN RESOURCES IMMEDIATELY.]

Mechanic#12: That’s what you get, you fucking monster.

Manager#0: [Breathing in shakily. His voice is a frantic sob. It hurts.] I- You’re- You’re not above that anymore! You’re not above this! You aren’t- [His voice breaks as his head drops, god, please, it hurts, he’s sorry.]

Mechanic#12: [He grins. It’s horrifying.] I know, I’m just acknowledging that we’re one and the same.

[Mechanic#12 takes a few slow steps forward, before crouching down to Manager#0’s level. His right hand moves out to the side, and a long metal tendril with a claw on the end grabs the discarded object from before, returning it to Mechanic#12, who places it gently behind where he is crouched.]

[He reaches forward with both hands, wrenching the camera slightly upward with one and reaching forward somewhere below it with the other. The camera begins to shake again, this time much more violently, like something attached to it is being tugged on, and Manager#0 makes a panicked whine of a sound as there’s something between a loud crack and a pop. Mechanic#12 takes his hand away quickly, and he breaks eye contact momentarily to inspect something in his hand, before looking back up and showing off a freshly pulled tooth. He smiles, and places it in his pocket.]

[Manager#0 chokes momentarily on his own blood, gritting his remaining teeth to steel himself against another wave of pain and failing miserably.]

Mechanic#12: I believe we’re done here. [He stands, and walks further down the tunnel, grabbing something from around a corner. A bag.]

[The camera’s gaze falls abruptly back to the ground as his head sags under the weight of the crown on his head. There is no telling where his blood starts and the rebels’ begins.]

Mechanic#12: And to think I mourned you. 

[He reaches into the bag and pulls out something, turning his back and tossing it over his shoulder. As soon as it hits the ground, a horrific orange glow lights up the room with an ear shattering sound. Manager#0 shrieks and drapes his arms uselessly above his head as dust and rubble rains down from the ceiling above.]

[He sits like that, trembling, as the HALO’s light flickers and wanes and his ragged, uneven breathing turns into quiet sobs for several minutes after the sound has dissipated. Taskmanagers still tear by in the tunnels around him, but the sound is much more muffled now, far away. Distant. Too distant. Slowly, agonizingly, he lifts his head from where it rests on his now bloodstained knees.]

[The way that the mechanic fled is blocked by rubble, now.]

Manager#0: No- [Coughing. Spluttering. He rises to an unsteady stand, nearly keeling over as he stumbles towards the fallen debris. His voice is thin.] No, no. No, wait. I didn’t- [He whines, grabbing his head as it throbs like there is something trying to claw its way out of it. The HALO shifts, just slightly, and he nearly falls over.] I can still win, I can still- There's- There's a way, there has to be a way to-

[He picks up his pace and practically slams into the rubble with his shoulder. Nothing budges except a few grains of dust falling from the ceiling.]

[He pauses for a moment before letting out a scream of frustration and slamming himself into the debris again and again and again, unintelligible pleas reduced to sobs as he scrapes and claws at the new wall, finally falling to his knees and breaking down in sobs amidst the shattered concrete and shredded drywall. He couldn’t do it. He failed.]

[A distant, metallic wail echoes down the corridor, much closer than before, and maybe he’s in his office again, and maybe it’s Adeline, and maybe it’s over.]

[He failed.]

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[st4rb04rd]

Do you ever go into a mini depression state and think that the world would be better without you while dancing to probably the most cheerful song on the face of the planet for a show?

The song in question is Halo/Walking On Sunshine from Glee

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tagged by @playstationfairy !!! ♡ to share the first 10 shuffled songs from my "on repeat" playlist + tag 10 people!!☆

Tagging!!! ♡ @infaguation @catcharm @pwelverum @raspberrypeacetea @d1vinefeminine @mtvdowntown @fruitys @dolfin @absoluteconceptofbeauty @kohoa

[gleesongtournament]

[gothampot]

Tell me about 'will get fooled again' because I immediately got the song playing in my head but also it doesn't sound like it'll be clear skies and sunshine and playful dogfighting with the bros, so I'm intigued🙊

Soooo... it's the next part of my Fire in the Blood and Smoke in the Air series. Jake and Rooster are called back to Top Gun to teach an advance class on fighting the 5th gen planes, but... they are, shall we say, not in a good place with each other and have strong views about the other's teaching methods. Tension ensues. Here's a lil snippet:

“Always out for number one," Rooster snarls. “Leave your wingman and chase that glory for yourself.” “Yeah, it was definitely glory that I was after the day I saved your life.” “My hero.” But the way he says it, the spite. “As I recall, you were glad I was the spare…” Jake walks up, gets close. Closer than he should, given how many people are watching, but every inch he holds back is space enough for Rooster to evade. “Anyone else and it would have been too late. I didn’t just save your life, I was the only one who could.” Words Rooster once murmured in the quiet of a hotel room in LA, sitting up, haloed by the lights of the city. A confession from which Jake had pulled him gently back into the bed, kissed the fear from his face, spending so long giving Rooster the kind of care that he needed that night, that neither of them slept until dawn.

[angelhummel]

What’s your top ten most played glee songs?

I wish I could look at the stats for that across all music platforms since I got into the show. Like I KNOW Rose's Turn is still sitting at the top of my most played on itunes lmao. But as for spotify my top ten areee...

It's My Life/Confessions

She's Not There

Jessie's Girl

Scream

Halo/Walking On Sunshine

Say A Little Prayer

Bad Romance

Le Jazz Hot

Thriller/Heads Will Roll

Hot Patootie

Now in fairness this doesn't totally represent me as a gleek bc I've stated before that the majority of my music listening comes from me letting a random playlist play on a loop while I sleep for 10-12 hours sooo I'm sure some of them only get played that much bc of that *coughsayalittleprayercough*

Also wow those top three songs make me look like a Finn stan oops I'm obviously not but it's not my fault the songs slap

Also I'm looking at the thing that shows your 50 top tracks of all time and 35 of those are Glee lmao sorry they make good music. As if it's my fault

[sansalicents]

In honor of a certain diva’s birthday, what are your favorite Rachel Berry moments, songs, and episodes?

ohhh thaanks!! ⭐

songs

solos:

1. it's all coming back to me now

2. my man

3. go your own way

4. don't rain on my parade

5. what i did for love

duets:

1. every breath you take

2. listen to your heart

3. take me or leave me

4. so emotional

5. flashdance...what a feeling (honorable mention to out here on my own and i feel pretty/unpretty)

group songs:

1. start me up/livin' on a prayer

2. how will i know

3. paradise by the dashboard light

4. love song

5. take on me

episodes

- pilot

- vitamin d

- ballad (she's so funny in this episode...my insane babygirl)

- mattress

- bad reputation

- duets

- the sue sylvester shuffle (football player rachel >>>>)

- prom queen

- opening night

- loser like me

- dreams come true

moments

- "at least i didn't fall and break my talent", "i'm like tinkerbell, finn, i need applause to live", "WHO WROTE THIS??? TINA???", "you're very talented...i should know, i'm very talented too", "tell me if i was brilliant or sinply outstanding", "most girls would be upset about getting slappee in the face but i happen to appreciate the drama of it", "i've never noticed this before because he's always trying to destroy my career, but mr schue has really pretty eyes" SHE'S SO FUNNY

- so many of her scenes with quinn but the prom queen bathroom scene has to be my #1

- "you may be lonely, but you're not alone" 🥺

- asking santana to put a picture of her in her locker <3

- the first don't rain on my parade, iconic

- everytime she says "i'm going to hug you now"

- both her opening monologue in the pilot episode and her speech before 'halo/walking on sunshine'

- winning the tony

okay sorry that was a lot, i just love her so much <33

[retro-duets]

a question I am never asked is "what's your favourite album?" personally the answer is "glee LGBTQIA+ pride" and I went to the trouble of ranking all 96 songs from this masterpiece of an album

And I'm telling you I’m not going 

2. The scientist  

3. Thriller/heads will roll 

4. It's my life/confessions ii 

5. Hate on me 

6. Bust your windows 

7. Edge of glory 

8. Lean on me 

9. Cough syrup 

10. Girl on fire 

11. Mine 

12. Time warp 

13. Maybe this time 

14. Go your own way 

15. How will I know  

16. My life would suck without you  

17. Keep holding on 

18. Shake it off 

19. I lived 

20. It's all coming back to me now 

21. Rumor has it/someone like you 

22. Paradise by the dashboard lights 

23. Anyway you want it/lovin touchin squeezin 

24. I feel pretty/unpretty 

25. Start me up/livin on a prayer 

26. Like a prayer 

27. Don't rain on my parade 

28. Americano/dance again 

29. Hopelessly devoted to you 

30. Like a virgin 

31. Total eclipse of the heart 

32. Empire state of mind 

33. Me against the music 

34. Songbird 

35. Take me or leave me 

36. animal

37. Holding out for a hero 

38. Proud mary  

39. There are worse things I could do 

40. Jessie’s girl  

41. Don't you want me 

42. Somebody to love 

43. Halo/walking on sunshine 

44. Raise your glass 

45. Last friday night 

46. Everybody talks 

47. Survivor/I will survive 

48. Teenage dream 

49. Rolling in the deep 

50. Somebody that I used to know 

51. Smooth criminal 

52. Loser like me 

53. Valerie 

54. Summer nights 

55. Uptown girl 

56. Marry you 

57. Don't stop believing  

58.  Faithfully 

59. Gives you hell

60. I kissed a girl  

61. It's time 

62. Somewhere only we know 

63. Silly love songs 

64. I've had the time of my life 

65. Wanna dance with somebody 

66. We are young 

67. Bad romance 

68. Bills, bills, bills 

69. Landslide  

70. Toxic 

71. River deep, mountain high 

72. Touch a touch a touch me 

73. Turning tables 

74. Singing in the rain/umberella  

75. Forget you 

76. Roots before branches 

77. New york state of mind  

78. Defying gravity 

79. Bohemian rhapsody 

80. Born this way 

81. Run the world (girls) 

82. Misery 

83. Pretending 

84. You keep me haning on 

85. Womanizer 

86. You're the one that I want 

87. You can’t stop the beat 

88. Light up the world 

89. Glad you came 

90. I say a little prayer 

91. Some nights 

92. Poker face  

93. Telephone 

94. Hey soul sister 

95. The only exception  

96. lucky