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[formulaonedirection]

bawdy ody ody ody

[daisyblog]

Songs

Our Story Masterlist

Songs (or parts of the song) that Harry's written about YN.

Take Me Home

Live While We're Young Little Things They Don't Know About Us She's Not Afraid

Midnight Memories

You & I Strong Little Black Dress

Four

Where Do Broken Hearts Go 18 Girl Almighty Fireproof

Made In The AM

Perfect Never Enough Olivia I Want To Write You A Song

Harry Styles

Sweet Creature Only Angel Woman

Fine Line

Golden Watermelon Sugar Adore You Falling Cherry To Be So Lonely Sunflower, Vol 6 Canyon Moon

Harry's House

Music For A Sushi Restaurant Late Night Talking Grapejuice Cinema Daydreaming Keep Driving Satellite Boyfriends Love Of My Life

Unrealeased

Anna Medicine

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[the-new-ribbon]

Baby, We're Fireproof

synopsis: After Gwyn's toaster catches fire, she never expected to fall for the hot firefighter who saves her. 

word count: 2118

read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54961258/chapters/139663018

or below the cut!

Azriel

Azriel: I can’t wait to see you tonight.

Gwyn: I can’t wait to see you.

Gwyn: I’m so excited ☺️

Azriel hasn’t been this excited for something in a long time. A week ago he saved the copper-haired, teal-eyed beauty from a small toaster fire. He hasn’t stopped thinking about it all week. Cassian has noticed too. The way Azriel reacts to the way his phone vibrates on the table. The smile on Azriel’s face whenever Gwyn texts him. Sometimes it’s a meme or a funny video that makes Azriel laugh so hard his cheeks hurt, sometimes it’s her reactions to the book he pointed out that day, or it’s a picture of her. Those are his favorite texts from Gwyn. The romance she’s reading lies on her chest or covering her smile, though he can tell she’s smiling from the way her skin wrinkles at her eyes and the pink blush creeping out from beneath the book. 

The day passes slowly as he rereads the book in case it comes up in conversation, he wants to be prepared to talk about it with Gwyn. 

Soon enough, it’s time to get ready.

Azriel changes into his classic black button-up, rolling the sleeves up to reveal the swirls of black ink on his forearms, matching the black slacks on his legs. The silver bands on his fingers shine under the fluorescent lights of his bathroom. Night-chilled mist and cedar fills the bathroom as he sprays his cologne.

He’s able to get through starting dinner – seasoning the chicken and leaving it in the hot pan to begin cooking, fresh cut green beans and the cut and washed potatoes are placed in the water-filled pots to begin cooking – before there’s a knock on his front door.

Azriel’s ringed fingers brush through his hair and he wipes his palms on his pants before pulling the door open to reveal Gwyn.  

“Hi!”

“Hey, Gwyn.” Azriel says, nerves wracking through his body. “You look really nice.” Nice? That’s the worst word he could have used to describe her. “I mean beautiful, you look beautiful.” ethereal would be an even better word, just like the books. But beautiful will suffice. 

Gwyn is dressed in an emerald dress that fell right below her knees. The sleeves cover most of her arms but leave some of her forearms and wrists exposed. The green contrasts perfectly against her copper hair, which is tied half up with a write ribbon. It was styled that way too, the day they met for the first time.

“Thank you. May I come in?” Gwyn points to the foyer of his house.

“Oh yes, of course, obviously.” he quotes what she said the day they met with a ridiculously cheesy, flirty smile.

“Quoting me I see. I must have had a good impression on you.” she teases. 

In his head, Azriel knows that this girl is his dream girl. Now he has to prove it.

“Setting a toaster on fire is a good way of doing that.” he teases back.

This banter is what Azriel has always looked for. He’s never found it with anyone, but now with Gwyn, he doesn’t think anyone could ever come close.  

“You have a piano? Do you play?” Gwyn immediately runs out of the kitchen and across the living room to where the piano rests in the corner, the last rays of the sunset flood through the windows onto the piano.

“Sometimes. My mother plays more often when she’s over. Do you?” Azriel reaches her as she takes a seat in front of the piano. He leans on his elbows as he watches her. There’s a glimmer in her eyes as she presses her delicate fingers so softly on the keys that no notes play. 

“I do. My sister and I used to play when we were little. She grew out of it – she was more wild and adventurous than I was – but I love to sing and play the piano. Now I play to remember and honor her memory.”

Azriel notices something shift within Gwyn. The use of was made him assume something happened to her sister, but he doesn’t push her to answer. After all, they’ve only been texting and known each other for a week.

“Do you mind if I play?” Gwyn asks. Then clarifies, “just for a few moments?”

“Not at all, I’m going to check on dinner. I’ll be right back.” Azriel leans off the piano and smiles at Gwyn before he’s off to the kitchen. If only it was appropriate to kiss her cheek. 

The soft melodies of Moonlight Sonata fill his house and suddenly it feels like more of a home than ever before. 

He may have stayed in the kitchen far longer than he thought because the fifteen minutes of Moonlight Sonata have passed and his house is quiet once again, only the soft scuffs of Gwyn’s shoes and the scraping of the pots and pans as he begins to plate dinner.

 “That was beautiful, Gwyn.” Az confesses, leaning against the counter and Gwyn slides onto one of his barstools at the counter, though she doesn’t stay there longer than a few seconds. 

“Thank you, it’s one of my favorite pieces to play. Especially at night. Maybe you should play for me.” she suggests, stepping so close to Azriel that she can reach out and hold onto the collar of his shirt.

His heart beats against his chest as she begins to slide her other hand up and over his chest. This boldness she’s portraying, it’s Azriel’s favorite thing. Sure, they have flirted over text, but this is completely different. 

He wants more of it.

“Maybe I will. Now,” His hand slides across her waist to hold her. There’s a slight tense up but then she relaxes into his hold. He changes the conversation, “Are you okay?”

“Yes; I just haven’t been on a date in years, I’m not very used to this. But I like it.” There’s a confirming smile on her face as her hands connect behind Azriel’s neck.

“Good, but please let me know if you aren’t comfortable or if there’s something I can do.”

“I will. Now please tell me what you were going to say before.”

“Why’d you call me Shadowsinger?”

“You were humming under your breath when you were at my house and there’s something mysterious about you that I want to get to know.” Gwyn says sweetly, playing with his hair on the back of his head. There’s a smile on her face that Azriel wants to paint into his mind forever.

“Well, I hope you liked it.” Az laughs.

“I did, it was beautiful. Do you sing?”

“Sometimes, though I don’t believe it is as beautiful as yours.”

There’s a blush on her cheeks again, highlighting the constellations of freckles on her cheeks. 

“We should sing together sometime, then I can see if you’re telling the truth or not.”

He clears his throat, “Will you help me set the table? Dinner’s ready.”

“Yes, yes.”

Hesitantly, Azriel lets go of Gywn and she steps away. Azriel lays the bowl of freshly made mashed potatoes on the table. Gwyn asks, “Is there anything I can do to help? You made such a nice dinner and I haven’t helped yet.”

“I didn’t mind at all, Gwyn. But you could find something to drink if you’d like. The alcohol is in that cabinet and any other drinks I have – water, lemonade, stuff like that – are in the fridge.” 

She sticks to something non-alcoholic and somehow he has the ingredients to make a Shirley Temple. He really listened to what she said on the 

They stick to simple, first date conversation for a while until something hits Gwyn and she asks, “Is it appropriate to ask what happened to your hands?” Gwyn asks softly, looking up at him quickly before looking back down at her plate. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. It isn’t any of my business and we don’t know each other that well.”

Azriel reaches out and places his scarred hand on top of Gwyn’s. “Gwyn, this is a date, a chance to get to know each other.”

It’s almost like a movie or one of her books. Whatever is going on between them, it’s something Gwyn thought was possible in the worlds that lived inside her head. Ruby red flushes on her cheeks at the touch of Azriel’s hand and at his words. She rotates her hand and laces her fingers with Azriel.

“When I was young, my mother and I were in an accident. Our house caught on fire and while my mother ran outside, I ran back in to grab something. The fire picked up and I almost got trapped. Luckily the fire department was already there and saved me. I was bullied for most of school because of my hands, so I isolated myself but I always wanted to help people, to save people. When I graduated high school, I never really wanted to go to college so I went to the fire academy. I have my paramedic certification as well.” Azriel nods and reaches for his glass of whiskey, a way to protect himself from potentially doing something stupid.

Gwyn drops her fork and holds his hand with both her hands. “Azriel,” she whispers, lifting his hand to her lips. Her lips softly brush against the healed scars. 

To outsiders, it might not seem like a big deal. But to Azriel, it means everything.

After many feelings about leaving dishes in the sink long after dinner, the dirty dishes rest in the sink until after their date is over, Gwyneth and Az sit outside on his patio. For a house in the suburbs, his back patio is large. It’s decorated with minimal patio furniture, mostly a darker gray, and there’s a firepit in the center of the patio.

“Have a seat, I’m going to start a fire.”

The fire crackles, crickets chirp in the distance, and the two of them cuddle in silence. Both of Gwyn’s hands are holding one of Az’s and his other arm is wrapped around her shoulders.

“It’s beautiful here.”

With her eyes on the stars, Azriel takes the time to admire how beautiful she is; how right her hand feels in his; how perfectly her meshes into the Azriel’s side. The constellations of stars in the sky can’t compare to the freckles on her face, dotted across her neck, and even her chest and shoulders. If he were to open a dictionary to the word beautiful, Gwyn’s picture would be there, front and center.

“It is,” he says softly, his eyes never leaving Gwyn. 

“I think I take how beautiful Velaris is for granted. After tonight, I won’t anymore.” There’s something in her voice that makes it seem like there’s a story to that, but as she leans closer into Azriel and rests her head on his shoulder, he drops his head onto hers.

It’s almost midnight when they stand up and head towards the front door, hand-in-hand of course.

“I had a wonderful time, Azriel.” Gwyn leans against the door frame as she holds his hand in both of hers. Az’s other hand is against the hinge, above her head.

“So did I; would you like to do it again sometime?” 

With a smile on her face, Gwyn pushes up on her tiptoes and presses a kiss to Azriel’s cheek. “I’d love to.”

As Gwyn lowers from her tiptoes, Azriel never breaks eye contact and there’s something beautiful that sparks in his chest. 

Letting go of her hands, Azriel moves to hold her cheeks. “Would it be okay if I kissed you, Gwyn.”

Gwyn nods softly, but the look in her eyes tells Azriel that it’s something she wants more than anything. 

This kiss picks up and Gwyn’s arms are back around his neck. It’s wonderful, magical, and neither of them don’t want it to stop. 

But it does moments later.

His thumb runs across his now swollen bottom lip, and Gwyn is breathless as she begins to step outside. But she stops, wrapping her hand around the door hinge and turns over her shoulder, “Call me, Shadowsinger. You owe me a song, and I’d love to do that again.” her finger runs across her smirked mouth.

“Good night, Gwyn.”

As he watches Gwyn walk towards her car, all he can think about is how lucky he is that Gwyneth Berdara wants to see him again.

A line I couldn’t fit in because of how the story proceeded, but would love to include: “I want to kiss each and every one of your scars and tell you how beautiful they are.”

[racinggirl]

I want you to be the one ... || Lando Norris 4

I'm in a drabble mood! Finally something's out again, sorry to make you wait so long. I just wanted to write something, because I feel like I haven't written in ages because life's being a bitch right now. Anyway, who's also down for some DJ Lando stuff, because lately, damn. Not proofread!!!

Masterlist

DJ-ing, one of Lando Norris’ new hobbies ever since he and Martin Garix crossed paths after the Dutch Grand Prix. A DJ set for on the road became his new favorite occupation during long flights. The remaining time he’d spend listening to music, scrolling through Instagram, watching YouTube videos. 

It was after the Austin Grand Prix where the two of you met, him entertaining the crowd with his music. You are sipping your drink, watching the crowd from the VIP area you were standing at. 

You were a singer, not big, yet, but you were working on it. You had just released your first album, and you felt your fandom growing, as well as your name. You had been invited to the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, which you gladly accepted, being a Formula One fan yourself. 

You raised your drink up in the air, dancing along the music the McLaren driver was blasting through the boxes, the crowd cheering at all the songs. Martijn was watching you, since you were one of his close friends as well. He saw how you were enjoying your time, a proud smile on his face. He had watched you grow, from a young girl that loved to sing, to a woman that was slowly becoming one of the best artists in the world. 

‘’What?’’ You were eyeing the Dutch DJ, an eyebrow raised as a smirk appeared on your lips. ‘’Nothing, just glad to see you’re enjoying your time here.’’ He smiled back, winking at you before taking the wheel from Lando. 

You and Lando had met just before the party, since he arrived just as you and Martijn were talking. You couldn’t lie, the guy was handsome, sexy even, and him being a DJ and interested in music made you like the driver even more. 

‘’That was a hell of a session.’’ You shot a nice smile to the 22-year-old Formula One driver, receiving a mischievous smirk in return. ‘’Thanks, I learned from the best.’’

The rest of the night consisted of dancing, drinking, and being a little too close to the Brit, which you didn’t really mind, and neither did he. 

‘’We shouldn’t let anyone find out about this.’’ You whispered; lips pressed against Lando’s as he pushed you against the wall. For sure the both of you had a little too much to drink, causing you to end up in his bed in his room of the Hilton Hotel. 

‘’I know, they won’t...’’ He mumbled as his hands moved their way up, quickly taking off your clothes because they had been on your body long enough according to the McLaren driver. 

You had kept in contact but promised to not tell anyone about your little hook up, not even Martijn. However, it never stayed with just one hook up. The both of you saw it as a way to relax, and it definitely helped both teams. 

Lando was more relaxed at the track, even when people threw hate at him, mostly online. Ever since his breakup with Luisa he had changed, in a good way, according to you. He was more relaxed, more open for new things, spending more time with his friends and just generally happier. The hookups the two of you had just expanded those feelings. 

You were also more relaxed going into stressful meetings about your new album, a possible upcoming tour and more PR related things such as interviews and talk shows.

It was at the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix when you saw him again, dressed in his race suit, the black fireproof top doing his golden tan good justice. His curly hair quite messy, due to the high humidity at the track, it only made you think of moments you were the one to be responsible for the messy hair, and not the weather. You bite your bottom lip at the image, and simply take a deep breath to shake those thoughts out of your mind. 

The day went by quickly, and you hadn’t gotten the chance to talk to Lando a lot due to the fact he was quite busy. It was only at the after party when you got the chance to talk to the P3 man himself. 

‘’Congrats on your podium.’’ You embraced the Brit in a hug, the scent of his Dior Sauvage perfume filling your nostrils immediately. God, so good. 

‘’Thanks, glad to have you here to witness that.’’ He smiled, his hand moving towards your lower back to guide you to the VIP area of the party. 

‘’Let’s make this party one to remember.’’ 

‘’Definitely.’’

After a few too many drinks, you and Lando found yourself in a familiar situation, tangled up with each other, hands all over each other, lips smashing together. But that’s it, nothing more than kisses and cuddles, no sex. 

‘’I’ve been wanting to ask you something.’’ He whispered in between kisses, making you pull him even closer to you. 

‘’Couldn’t you’ve done that when we were both sober?’’ You groaned as your hands cupped his cheeks, your lips disconnecting so you could look into his eyes. 

‘’I don’t know if I would have the guts to do it sober.’’ He slurred, a sigh escaping his lips, followed by his tongue wetting his perfectly swollen lips. 

‘’Lando…’’ You whispered, not actually believing what was happening right now. ‘’No, please let me finish.’’ He says, his hand raising, index finger sticking up to place it against your lips. 

‘’I have been thinking for a while now, and I’m sure now, I think.’’ He started. ‘’I want to take things to the next level, you know? I’ve been doing it for a while now and I want you to be a part of this journey with me.’’ He mumbled, his finger still in front of your lips. 

‘’I want you to be the one, I want to make a remix of a song of yours.’’ He then says, smiling up at you. You did the same, a big smile making him remove his index finger for it to be replaced with his lips. 

‘’Yes, that would be freaking awesome.’’ You whispered against his soft lips. ‘’Hopefully we’ll remember this deal tomorrow morning.’’ You mumbled as your hands reached for his hair. 

‘’Oh trust me, I’ll remember.’’ And this was just the beginning, the beginning of a partnership, and not just in the studio. 

[roseanddagger-28]

Ultimate Song Competition: One Direction edition: Round 1

All of the Round 1 battles:

18 - Walking In The Wind

A.M. - Best Song Ever

Act My Age - Infinity

Alive - I want

Another World - Change Your Ticket

Back For You - Little Black Dress

Better Than Words - Live While We're Young

C'mon C'mon - Happily

Does He Know - End Of The Day

Don't Forget Where You Belong - Clouds

Everything About You - Change My Mind

Fireproof - Up All Night

Fool's Gold - Long Way Down

Heart Attack - Same Mistakes

I Should Have Kissed You - Summer Love

I Wish - Diana

If I Could Fly - Illusion

Last First Kiss - Hey Angel

Nobody Compares - Home

Little White Lies - Loved You First

Kiss You - Story Of My Life

Moments - Steal My Girl

More Than This - Magic

Na Na Na - Half A Heart

No Control - Something Great

Olivia - You & I

One Thing - Drag Me Down

Over Again - History

Perfect - Save You Tonight

Pick Your Poison - I Would

Ready To Run - Stand Up

Right Now - Taken

She's Not Afraid - Gotta Be You

Spaces - Irresistible

Still The One - Night Changes

Stockholm Syndrome - Truly, Madly, Deeply

Stole My Heart - I Want To Write You A Song

Strong - Love You Goodbye

Tell Me A Lie - Midnight Memories

Temporary Fix - What Makes You Beautiful

They Don't Know About Us - Once In A Lifetime

Through The Dark - Girl Almighty

What a Feeling - Little Things

Where Do Broken Hearts Go - Never Enough

Where We Are - Why Don't We Go There

Wolves - Rock Me

Please vote and reblog to spread the word

[lovelytsunoda]

the songs that remind us of the good times // daniel ricciardo

summary: danny gets his best result of the season in singapore. celebrations ensue.

i get knocked down but i get up again, ain't never gonna keep me down

the second daniel crosses the line, y/n is on the radio screaming about how incredible he did.

and danny can hardly believe it himself as he steps out of the car

y/n wraps his arms around him instantly

he hasn't even taken his helmet off yet.

"i knew you had it in you. you proved mclaren wrong today, darling."

once the media frenzy and subsequent debreifs are over, he's back in his driver's room with y/n

she has two bottles of champagne and a grin on her face as she passes one to danny.

"you deserved to be on that podium today. but we can still celebrate their way."

giggling and laughing as they chase each other around the driver's room with the bottles of champagne spraying everywhere like water pistols

her white dress plastered to her body

daniel's black fireproofs even tighter against his chest from the dampness

the champagne is all fizzed out, and they're both drinking out of the bottles as they find their way back to each other

champagne filled kiss, tongues sliding against each other as they hold each other close.

"i'm so proud of you, daniel joseph ricciardo."

slow dancing together after they've both changed into dry clothes

y/n had to borrow some of daniel's since she didn't plan ahead :)

walking out of the paddock hand in hand, daniel has this mischievous, shit eating grin on his face

"i love you."

he would say quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before they both got in his mclaren

singing spice girls songs at the top of their lung son the way back to the hotel

ordering room service

all around celebration

and then when it's all over and they're standing on the balcony the next morning, watching the sun rise over the horizon, danny says the inrevitable.

"marry me."

"what?"

and then he gets down one knee. he doesn;t have a ring just yet, but he'll take her to get one before the weekend is over if she says yes.

"y/n y/l/n, you have been with me through some of the best and worst time of my life and career, and i can't imagine spending another day without you. you always know how to make me smile, how to cheer me up after a bad race. everything with you is so easy, and you fit into my life more perfectly than i ever could have imagined. i don't want that to ever change.'

she said yes

and he was so excited for the rest of forever with y/n at his side

[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

Greta Van Fleet as One Direction songs!

You guys know the drill already! Reblog with your thoughts or shoot an ask :) I love hearing what you guys think, too!

Jake:

Another World

Everything About You

Little Things

C’mon C’mon

Back For You

She’s Not Afraid

Still The One

Sam Mistakes

Diana

Midnight Memories

Don’t Forget Where You Belong

Does He Know?

Right Now

Fools Gold

Where Do Broken Hearts Go?

Stockholm Syndrome

Hey Angel

What A Feeling

Love You Goodbye

I Want To Write You A Song

A.M.

Sam:

One Thing

I Want

Live While We’re Young

Change My Mind

They Don’t Know About Us

Nobody Compares

Magic

Tell Me A Lie

I Should’ve Kissed You

Better Than Words

Half A Heart

Little Black Dress

Why Don’t We Go There?

Ready To Run

Girl Almighty

Spaces

Change Your Ticket

Infinity

End Of The Day

Olivia

Temporary Fix

One Way Or Another (cover)

Danny:

Gotta Be You

Moments

Kiss You

Heart Attack

Rock Me

Loved You First

Irresistible

Taken

Save Your Heart

Best Song Ever

Alive

You & I

Strong

18

Night Changes

No Control

Illusion

Drag Me Down

Long Way Down

Never Enough

Wolves

Josh:

What Makes You Beautiful

More Than This

Last First Kiss

I Would

Over Again

Summer Love

Truly Madly Deeply

Up All Night

Stole My Heart

Story Of My Life

Happily

Through The Dark

Something Great

Steal My Girl

Fireproof

Clouds

Once In A Lifetime

Perfect

If I Could Fly

Walking In The Wind

History

ALL OF THEM:

Act My Age

[thesakuragarnet]

Hi! (First Post I guess) MASTER LIST LINKED BELOW KEEP READING!

Hello! I'm Sakura_Garnet and I am chronically obsessed with My Hero Academia, specifically the Keeping Up With The Todoroki's subplot. I exclusively write Dabi/Toya Todoroki-centered fanfiction, ranging from angst to fluff to smut and various combinations. I have a few finished fanfictions and a LOT of WIPs, as well as a plethora of "oneshots" for various AU's. The majority of my writing is done on AO3, but I double post a few of my big works on wattpad. I am constantly listening to music, and most of my fics have been inspired by songs and albums. I have so so SO many headcanons for MHA/BNHA, and feel very strongly about DabiHawks/TouKei as you will see from the majority of my writings. I have ADHD and Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and try my best to relay my experiences with these neurodivergencies in a few of my works. My main fic that is my pride and joy is PHOENIX: A Pro Hero Toya Todoroki AU, which covers 14 years of Toya Todoroki's life in an alternate universe (ages 16 to 30 to be exact) . If you do choose to read it, please mind the tags and the AO3 author's notes as it does deal with some heavy content (I tend to max out the tags on the majority of my works bc a bitch is nothing if not thorough). I don't know how much I'll be active on here, but I'm excited!

As always

The Past Never Dies,

<3

Sakura_Garnet

Master List (and my universes) 1 8 + ONLY

(Disclaimer: I curse like a sailor in real life so pretty much all fics have some form of swearing in them in some form or fashion. I tag my fics extensively, please pay attention to the tags listed in each fic as I will not be listing them here. Summaries and taglists will be on the links for each fic <3 fics with a sole focus on sm*t will be labeled smvtfics, but that doesn't necessarily mean that unlabeled ones do not have sm*t in them. Some links will take you to tumblr, but not everything is posted on here, so some will go straight to the AO3 fic.)

DabiHawks

- PHOENIX AU

PHOENIX: A Pro Hero Toya Todoroki AU

Private Hero Training Academy : PHOENIX AU Spinoff

Fire in My Veins

I'm Not Okay, I Promise

Separate Ways

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE (I WANNA BE YOUR MASTER) (smvtfic)

The Tape (smvtfic)

Perfectly Good At It (smvtfic)

HONEY (ARE U COMING?) (smvtfic)

-Fantasy AU

Flames of Fate

Your Body Is My Temple (smvtfic)

-Civilian Social Worker Toya X Pro Hero Hawks AU

It's Dangerous To Go Alone

Pillow Talk (smvtfic)

Grand Gestures

Light as a Feather (smvtfic)

Meet The Todoroki's

Home Late (smvtfic)

-Pro Hero Dabi X Villain Hawks (Talons)

And when he touched him he turned ruby red (smvtfic)

bad idea right (smvtfic)

When we're staring at the ceiling (smvtfic)

-Quirkless College TouKei AU

Pent-Up (smvtfic)

-The Mean Girls AU

On Wednesdays We Wear Black

-THE VOID (Not the canon timeline necessarily but something in between)

We Were Just Kids

Easier Than Lying

Distracted (smvtfic)

One Stupid Phrase (smvtfic)

Touch-Starved

I'd Rather Feel Pain Than Nothing At All (smvtfic)

My Eden (smvtfic)

What The Heart Wants

Conjugal Visit (short smvtfic with a LOT of plot)

that one Rihanna song

Flecks of Gold

Dabi X OC

-The FIREPROOF/ANARCHY saga (Dabi X Sakura)

A Mission

FIREPROOF

ANARCHY (apocalypse AU)

-Pro Hero Dabi X Pro Hero Sakura AU

Playing With Fire: A Pro Hero Dabi AU

The Limo Scandal (Pro Hero Dabi X Mirko X Hawks smvtfic prequel)

-Touya X Dusk AU

His Ocean Eyes

First (smvtfic draft)

MISA! MISA! (smvtfic draft)

On the Clock (smvtfic spoiler)

-Pro Hero Dabi X Villain Sakura

Secondary Location

DABI X FEM! READER

Random Villain Fem! Reader X Dabi

Only Stops A Sentence (smvtfic)

Good Graces

Liquid Lust (smvtfic)

Left Behind

Support Course Graduate Fem! Reader X Dabi

Crimes Of Passion (smvtfic)

Carnal Addictions (smvtfic)

Deal With The Devil (smvtfic)

Spies AU

Say My F*cking Name (smvtfic)

The Band AU

Music Keeps Us Alive: College Band AU

Cravings (FTM DABI X TWICE SMVTFIC)

Random Dabi-centric (ish) Fics

The League Of Villain Go To Disney: A crackfic mini series for just good vibes (slight DabiHawks)

Birthday (LOV Found Family Vibes) (slight DabiHawks)

Savior Complex (Big Brother Dabi)

Here Be Dragons (Alt. Fantasy AU)

If I Had Been There (Dabi X Magne Angst)

Embers In The Dark (Dabi X Burnin' smvtfic)

[vierss-herondale]

Hi darling, do you have a playlist or song that represents Jace and Clary's relationship? 🥰

Hi, love! 💕

First of all, all songs can be Clace songs if you had read enough fanfics like me 😂

But I do have a playlist!

It’s not mine tho, someone from tumblr shared it with me (I can’t remember the user I’m sorry) but I think the songs are on point 😍♥️ and they are arranged in a way that they tell Jace and Clary’s love story over the time 🥰🥰✨

And some of the songs that make me think of Clace (honestly almost every song 😂 but mostly these ones) are these:

Angel With a Shotgun by The Cab

Voodoo Doll by 5SOS

Halo by Beyonce

Give Your Heart a Break by Demi Lovato

Risk it All by The Vamps

Demons by Imagine Dragons

Somebody to You by The Vamps

Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran

Jet Black Heart by 5SOS

Almost It’s Never Enough by Nathan Sykes and Ariana Grande

Over and Over Again by Nathan Sykes and Ariana Grande

Let Me Love You by Ne-Yo

Heart by Heart by Demi Lovato

Us by James Bay

Wild Heart by The Vamps

Another World by The Vamps

Unconditionally by Katy Perry

With Your Love by Cher Lloyd and Mike Posner

Bind Your Love by Cher Lloyd

Let Me Love You by Justin Bieber and DJ Snake

Like I’m Gonna Lose You by Meghan Trainor and John Legend

Nothing Even Matters by Big Time Rush

All of Me by John Legend

And a special list for the One Direction songs that remind me of Clace ♥️:

What Makes You Beautiful

They Don’t Know About Us

Strong

You & I

If I Could Fly

Happily

I Want to Write You a Song

Better Than Words

Fireproof

No Control

Little Things

One Thing

Kiss You

Hey Angel

Drag Me Down

Stole My Heart

Something Great

Everything About You

Another World

Truly Madly Deeply

Magic

Why Don’t We Go There

Girl Almighty

I'm gonna leave it at that or the list would get much longer 😂

Btw do you have a playlist for Clace? Also which songs remind you of Clace? I'm curious and I love to listen to songs that can fit with Clace 💕💕

[the-al-chemist]

Artemis Hexley: The Wilderness Years

Chapter 7: Backfire

A/N: Artemis returns to Hogwarts in preparation for the first challenge of the Triwizard Tournament, but things take a turn for the worse… Warnings: References to past trauma, spoilers for HPHM Y6, lightly described injury.

The sun had not yet risen over Hogsmeade when Artemis arrived in the fireplace of the Three Broomsticks Inn to a warm greeting from the landlady, Madam Rosmerta. Having taken a box filled with hot bacon rolls and cold Butterbeers from the kitchen behind the bar, she set off from the inn in the direction of the castle overlooking the lake.

Artemis had not been back to Hogwarts since she had left school more than three years previously. A strange feeling settled over her as she walked through the gates and up the path through the frost-covered grounds. It was as if nothing had changed since she left - the castle looked almost identical - and yet at the same time, it did not feel the same. Perhaps she was the one who was different.

She walked the perimeter of the Forbidden Forest until she reached a corner, around which the castle and lake were obscured by the trees. A large tent had been erected by the edge of the trees, and once Artemis walked past it, she saw that around fifty feet away, four large enclosures had been created, inside each of which lay an enormous beast with wings and scales.

The dragons had arrived.

“Hey!” A dark-haired, olive-skinned wizard emerged from a chair in front of the tent, his wand raised as he stepped towards Artemis. “You can’t be here.”

“Yes I can,” Artemis told him, reaching into her pocket and flashing her Ministry identification card. “Artemis Hexley, Department of Magical Games and Sports. I’m the one who arranged this.”

“Charlie’s friend?” the wizard asked, and Artemis nodded. He looked her up and down, and once he had done so, smiled and held out his hand for her to shake. He had calloused hands, like Charlie. “I’m Jaime. You here to see Charlie, or inspect the dragons?”

“Both, and also neither. First, I thought you lot might want breakfast. Ludo’s treat.”

She held up the box of food and drinks she had taken from the Three Broomsticks. Jaime’s smile widened, and he clapped her on the shoulder.

“Nice to meet you, indeed. Wait there a minute.” 

He disappeared inside the tent, leaving Artemis alone with the bacon rolls and the dragons, one of which raised its head and sniffed the air, one beady eye fixed on the box in Artemis’ hands. There was the noise of voices inside the tent, almost all male and most of them accented, and after a couple of minutes, not only Jaime, but over almost two dozen other wizards and one witch emerged, all of them wearing black fireproof robes and yawning widely. From the middle of the throng, Charlie nodded to Artemis.

“I brought bacon,” she said, by way of explanation. Once the food and drinks had been distributed, and Charlie had introduced her to the twenty-strong team of his colleagues, she explained to them how the challenge would work and where the spectators would be sitting. 

“When are you planning on setting up these stands?” asked one of the dragonologists.

“Not until tomorrow. It’s a Sunday, nothing gets done on a Sunday at the Ministry.”

“Probably just as well,” said Charlie, with a cursory look at the four dragons, all of whom had now stirred back out of their slumbers. “These girls could do with a day to settle in before we go disturbing them again. They didn’t travel well.”

Artemis frowned. “What about the Sleeping Draughts?”

“Worked a treat. It was when they woke up here that we had issues. Took us until two in the morning to get them all Stunned.”

“If not longer,” Jaime agreed. He raised his breakfast. “Means these are even more appreciated. Good friend you have there, Charlie.”

Charlie shrugged at Jaime before turning to Artemis and asking her: “You want a closer look?”

Artemis grinned. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“Make she wears a balaclava, Charlie. She’s got a nice face. You don’t want it burning off.”

“No, her boyfriend will be most displeased,” Charlie called back to Jaime, before summoning a set of fireproof clothes from the tent. As he and Artemis walked into the trees to get up closer to the dragons without being seen by them, he lowered his voice. “Don’t pay them any attention.”

“What, the dragons?”

“No, my friends. There’s not many women on the reserve, they don’t get to practice talking to girls very often. The dragons you definitely should pay attention to.”

Artemis did not need to be told that. Closer up, the dragons were even more terrific, more powerful-looking, and larger. Each of them was different to the next; one was bright red, another grassy green, the smallest and squattest one was steely blue, and the largest of all jet black with a row of bronze-coloured spikes along its tail.

“The Hungarian Horntail?” Artemis asked, her voice barely more than a whisper. Charlie nodded, and she pointed to the red one. “Is that the Fireball we saw before?”

“Probably not the exact same one.”

“But this is what one looks like up close?”

“Yeah. And that’s a Swedish Short-Snout and a Common Welsh Green. Probably the more docile ones, as far as dragons go, anyway. None of them are really docile.”

“They’re brilliant.”

“They’re still a bit Stunned. You wouldn’t have thought they were brilliant if you’d seen them last night,” muttered Charlie, before his face split into a grin. “Talking of last night, you’ll never guess who was here on a date.”

“Who?”

“Hagrid.”

“What?” Artemis’ jaw dropped open. “Who with?”

“The Headmistress from Beauxbatons.”

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

“Was it… a good date?”

“I was a bit busy trying not to get burnt to find out, but probably not. This isn’t most women’s idea of romance.”

“You say it like you know from experience,” Artemis said, her eyebrows raised, and Charlie shook his head, laughing quietly. “Wait. If she’s the Headmistress of Beauxbatons, won’t she just tell her champion all about the challenge?”

“I pretended not to know any details, don’t worry,” replied Charlie, with a shrug. “But also I saw Karkaroff skulking about and Hagrid’s never been that good at keeping secrets, so I’m sure everyone will have an idea.”

“But-”

“Honestly, Artie? I reckon it’s a good thing. These dragons are dangerous, having the champions go up against them completely blind… Well, it’s better this way, trust me.”

Artemis nodded. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“I know most of them are seventeen, but still, they’re still only at school. I hate to think that they might just come out here into the forest not knowing what to expect and then…” Charlie’s voice tailed off, and he screwed up his face as if almost in pain. “Sorry. I dunno why I just said that.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. I’m sorry.”

Artemis took a deep breath and looked around at the trees that surrounded them. The sun had come up now, but even this close to the edge of the forest, the trees blocked out most of the light, their bare branches casting odd shadows on the leaf-strewn ground. It was cold and misty, as Hogwarts always was in November, as it had been that one fateful, awful night…

“It’ll be five years next week,” she whispered, keeping her eyes on the patches of sky she could see through the gaps in the canopy. “Since Rowan was killed.”

“I know,” said Charlie. Artemis gave a shiver that was not entirely caused by the cold before she looked at him again.

“Charlie, you and your friends won’t let anyone get hurt by the dragons, will you? I know Bagman doesn’t want any outside intervention in the tasks, but if it looks like any of the champions are in real danger-”

“Of course we won’t,” Charlie told her. He shook his head. “Look at me. No one is going to get hurt, not on our watch. Alright?”

Artemis glanced at the Hungarian Horntail, which had started to thrash its spiked tail against the bars of its enclosure. “You promise?”

“I promise.”

On Tuesday afternoon, a crowd made up of three school bodies, members of the press, and Ministry of Magic officials gathered in the stands that had been set up to provide an area for spectators to watch the first challenge. Artemis met Chester, Badeea and - much to her disgust - Thomasina Thistlethwaite at Hogsmeade station with their name badges.

“You’ll have to wear these to get into the Ministry seats,” she told them, handing the badges that read Chester J. Davies and Badeea N. Ali to their respective owners. She tried and failed to suppress a smirk as she handed Thomasina W. A. Thistlethwaite her badge. “Nice initials.”

The stands were packed, the spectators loud, excited, and anxious as they waited for the first champion to take to the arena and face their dragon. Eventually, an opening appeared in the canvas of the tent in which the dragonologists had been sleeping in shifts, and out stepped a tall teenage boy with bronze-coloured hair and a face that Artemis recognised.

“That’s Cedric,” she told Chester excitedly, clapping her hands together hard and fast. “I used to be his prefect! I hope he wins!”

“Are you supposed to have favourites?” Chester asked her, an amused expression on his face. Artemis shrugged and clapped harder.

“Who cares? Go on, Cedric!”

Chester laughed as she hollered and whistled for her new favourite champion, who began his attempt to bypass the steel-coloured Swedish Shortsnout in order to retrieve a single golden egg that had been planted in the nest. Cedric distracted the dragon by transfiguring a rock into a sandy-coloured dog with floppy ears, but as he returned from the nest with the golden egg in his hands, his plan backfired. The Swedish Shortsnout changed her mind about which prey was more interesting, and shot a burst of flame at him. Artemis flinched, and from beside the arena, saw Jaime the dragonologist spring into action and extinguish the blaze.

Next, an incredibly pretty blonde girl dressed in Beauxbatons blue faced the Common Welsh Green, using a wordless incantation and graceful, intricate movements of both her wand and body to place the beast under a trance of some sort until it fell into a slumber. The dragon was not the only one entranced by the girl - half the male spectators and a not-insignificant number of the witches watching the display were also staring, transfixed and dazed-looking at the movements of her dress and hair. Realising that Chester’s mouth had fallen slightly open, Artemis elbowed him in the ribs, and he spluttered and blinked rapidly. In the arena, the dragon snored, and a spark from its nostril ignited the girl’s skirt. After that, the audience looked a lot more lively again.

This was just as well, for the third contestant to enter the ring was none other than Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Quidditch star. Despite the fact that there were fewer Durmstrang students present than there were from Hogwarts, the cheers for Krum were easily as loud as they had been for Cedric. 

Artemis herself was not overly impressed with Krum’s performance. He was quick to retrieve his egg, and the first to return unscathed, however he used a Conjunctivitis curse to render the Chinese Fireball blind, and the creature was so distressed that she crushed half of the decoy eggs that had been placed into her nest in her frantic thrashing. As the dragonologists entered the ring to get the dragon back under control, several of them threw dark looks at Krum. Unfortunately, the judges did not share their or Artemis’ displeasure, and gave Krum the highest score of the day so far. 

“That’s not right,” Artemis said, crossing her arms across her chest. “They can’t do that! We were only allowed these dragons because we promised that no harm would come to them or their eggs.”

“I thought the other eggs in the nest were all fake,” said Badeea, frowning deeply.

“Yeah, but even so…”

She sighed crossly, and Chester squeezed her shoulder as the fourth and final champion stepped out of the tent. He was the youngest and most nervous-looking of the lot, his wide green eyes appearing even bigger through his rounded spectacles. From a gap in his messy black fringe, a lightning-bolt shaped scar was just about visible.

“That’s Harry Potter!” Thomasina Thistlethwaite gasped, and Artemis rolled her eyes.

The crowd cheered as Harry Potter stepped into the ring and raised his wand into the air to cast a spell that Artemis couldn’t hear. At first, the spell appeared to do nothing, but a few moments later something appeared over the tops of the trees, soaring through the air towards the Hungarian Horntail’s enclosure, where it hovered in the air at his side.

A broomstick.

Potter mounted the broomstick and rose into the air. He flew back and forth, towards the dragon and away from it, diving and dodging and luring her away from her nest with the skill of a professional Quidditch player, the crowd cheering for each of his manoeuvres. 

“Great Scott, he can fly!” the voice of Ludo Bagman called out over the din.

He was right, he really could fly. Artemis managed to take her eyes off him for a moment to search the area around the enclosure, and found that Charlie’s eyes were like dinnerplates as he watched the scene. She giggled and returned her own gaze back to Potter just in time to see him dive towards the dragon’s nest and emerge clutching the egg to the sound of the crowd’s thunderous applause.

“That was brilliant!” she shouted, joining in with the clapping. 

“Is Cedric not your favourite anymore?” Chester laughed into her ear. “What happened to Hufflepuff loyalty?”

“It’s Hogwarts loyalty if they’re tied,” Artemis reasoned, and Chester laughed even harder.

“And there I was thinking that I was the lawyer…”

For the first time all day, the judges agreed with Artemis’ opinion, giving Potter a high score that matched Viktor Krum’s. With the scores announced and spectators returning to the castle, there was not much left to do but check that the dragonologists had all they required for their journey back to Romania. Artemis kept an eye out for Charlie’s red hair as she descended the steps down from the stands, and saw him slipping away towards the grounds. She took Chester by the hand and pulled him along with her until they caught up with Charlie by a bare-branched rowan tree near the owlery. 

“Where are you running off to?” she asked him, and Charlie shrugged.

“Promised mum I’d let her know how the challenge went,” he replied. “She was worrying about how Harry would do. Turns out she didn’t need to, he did great.”

“I know. He put you to shame.”

“Bit rude,” Charlie laughed. “I reckon I could still fly like that if I got back into it.”

“Charlie, you could never fly like that.”

In response to Artemis’ comment, Charlie kicked his leg out at her shin, and she jumped out of the way, giggling. 

“I don’t envy you having to deal with those dragons now that they’re all fired up, for want of a better expression,” said Chester, and Charlie shrugged again.

“They’ll be fine once they’ve had decent doses of Sleeping Draughts. The Fireball might need a bit more attention, but otherwise we should be good to go. Better to get them back in their own territory as quickly as possible,” he said, and turned to Artemis. “I’d have liked to have stayed longer, but you know…”

“It’s fine, Charlie. You’ve done plenty. Thank you. And thank Jaime and all the others for me, too.”

“I will,” Charlie nodded, and accepted the hug Artemis gave him. “And next week… I know I’m not actually here, but I am here if you need anything.”

Chester frowned. “What’s happening next week?”

“Nothing,” said Artemis quickly. Both Chester and Charlie gave her quizzical looks, and she avoided looking at both of them. Eventually Charlie cleared his throat.

“Anyway, I’d better write to Mum so I can head back,” he said. He started to walk away, making it a few steps before he turned back to say: “Oh, I almost forgot, Artie. Mum wanted to know if you’re coming for Christmas. No pressure if you want to go somewhere else, but you’re welcome to come to ours if you want-”

“Obviously I want to,” Artemis said with a laugh. “I’ll see you at Christmas.”

“See you at Christmas.”

The crowd had cleared by the time Artemis and Chester made their way back to Hogsmeade station, having stopped for a drink with Madam Rosmerta when Artemis returned to pick up her luggage. Chester was unusually taciturn the entire time, and it was only whilst waiting on the platform for the train to arrive that he said:

“You don’t have to go to the Weasleys for Christmas.”

Artemis turned to him with her eyebrows furrowed.

“What?”

“Well, you can come back to Portmeirion with me,” he said. “I expect that Roger will stay at Hogwarts, but the rest of my family will be at my parents’. You could come and meet them and spend Christmas with them, if you’d like.”

“Oh, right.” Artemis shook her head. “Thanks, but I’ve just said I’ll go to the Weasleys’.”

“I’m certain that they won’t mind. You’re back at the Ministry tomorrow, you can tell Arthur that you don’t need to go to theirs anymore.”

“It’s not about needing to, I want to go there.”

Chester said nothing, but his jaw tensed, a look of indignant and offended confusion in his eyes. Artemis frowned.

“What?” 

“Nothing.”

“It’s obviously not nothing,” she said. “You’re pissed off.”

“I am a little, yes.”

“Why?”

“Really? Very well. I’m a bit hurt because I’ve invited my girlfriend to spend Christmas with me and my parents, and she’s told me that she’d rather go and stay with someone else’s family.”

“That’s not what this is, Chester.”

“Isn’t it?”

“No,” Artemis told him. “The Weasley’s aren’t just someone else’s family, they’re-”

“Actually, Artemis, that’s exactly what they are,” said Chester, and Artemis glared at him. He raised his eyebrows at her. “Well, they’re not your family, are they?”

Artemis could feel panic and anger rising like bile inside her, and yet she could not explain to Chester what the Weasleys meant to her, how Arthur and Molly had taken her in when she had nowhere else to go, that Bill was more like a brother to her than Jacob, how Charlie had stood at her side and supported her when her world had crumbled beneath her, and why, this year more than ever, she needed them. 

So, she did not explain any of this to Chester. Instead, she rolled her eyes and looked away as she told him, in a voice that hissed bitterly as it passed through her teeth:

“You don’t understand.”

“No, you’re right,” said Chester, sounding even more angry and hurt than before. “For once, you’re right. Because I don’t understand you at all, do I?” He raised his hands in front of him. “How could I? It’s not like you ever tell me anything.”

At Chester’s words, Artemis felt herself stiffen involuntarily, but she shrugged, feigning nonchalance.

“I dunno what you want me to tell you.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Artemis. Things that are important, things I ought to know,” he said, shaking his head. “We’ve been going out for almost ten months and it feels like I’ve learned more from that book Rita bloody Skeeter wrote about your family than-”

“Wait,” Artemis snapped her head around to look at him, her nostrils flaring dangerously. “You read that?”

“Yes, I did.”

“How could you do that? How dare you?”

“What else was I supposed to do, Artemis?” Chester asked. His cheeks were pink, but other than that, he did not look guilty. “You haven’t told me why you don’t speak to your mother or brother, you won’t talk about how your dad died or the friend you used to be inseparable from as a child.” Artemis closed her eyes, willing Chester to stop, but he did not stop. “You never utter a word - not a word - about those Cursed Vaults you were so famous for back at school.”

“That’s because it doesn’t matter anymore,” Artemis told him. “Why do you care so much about it?”

“Because I care about you!” Chester snapped. Artemis blinked, not sure whether she was more confused by his tone of voice or his words. He sighed and asked her, more softly now, “How can I possibly understand you when you constantly push me away? How am I supposed to trust you when you never tell me the truth?”

Artemis swallowed hard. All the words she had never said were still stuck in her throat, and she did not know now if she should or even could get them out. A mixture of emotions and thoughts, none of them good, were chasing each other around the inside of her mind, and she shook her head in the hope of clearing it. It did not clear. 

Chester sighed again. “Very well, then. Perhaps I don’t need to know.”

“Thank you,” Artemis whispered.

“You want to be alone with your secrets, go ahead. Be alone with them. Just don’t expect me to be here with you.”

“Wait, what?”

But Chester had finished speaking. He turned from her, pulled his collar up against the cold, and walked away down the platform.

“Chester, wait!”

It was too late. He had already Apparated away, leaving Artemis alone with her secrets, standing in the dark on the empty platform where the clock still read ten past ten.

[naturesfirstgreenisgold]

DATING FINN HUDSON

Songs in Alphabetical Order

Our Quarterback- “Wait, this is the moment in those romantic comedies where I kiss the you”- Finn Hudson (Glee)

525,600 Minutes- Christian

All I Want- Kodaline

All I Want- From “High School Musical: The Musical: The Series”- Olivia Rodrigo, Disney

All of Me- John Legend

Another Man’s Jeans- Ashe

Bad Omens- Live from The Royal Albert Hall- 5 Seconds of Summer

Be Alright- Dean Lewis

Before You Go- Lewis Capaldi

Best Years- 5 Seconds of Summer

Bigger Than Me- Louis Tomlinson

Black and White- Niall Horan

Can’t Help Falling in Love- Elvis Presley

cardigan- Taylor Swift

Carolina- Harry Styles

Castle on the Hill- Ed Sheeran

Chicago- Louis Tomlinson

Cough Syrup (Glee Cast Version)- Glee Cast

Count on Me- Bruno Mars

Dandelions- Ruth B.

Dandelions- slowed + reverb- Ruth B., sped up+ slower, slater

Daydreaming- Harry Styles

Diana- One Direction

Electric Touch (feat. Fall Out Boy) (Taylor’s Version) (From The Vault)- Taylor Swift, Fall Out Boy

Everybody Wants Rule The World- Tears for Fears

Everybody Wants Rule The World (Glee Cast Version)- Glee Cast

Fifteen (Taylor’s Version)- Taylor Swift

Fireproof- One Direction

Flicker- Niall Horan

Fly Me To The Moon (In Other Words)- Frank Sinatra, Count Basie

fOoL fOr YoU- ZAYN

Forever & Always (Taylor’s Version)- Taylor Swift

Getaway Car- Taylor Swift

Ghost Of You- 5 Seconds of Summer

Ghost Of You- Live- 5 Seconds of Summer

Girl Almighty- One Direction

Good Years- ZAYN

Greased Lightin’- From “Grease”- John Travolta, Jeff Conaway

Green light- 5 Seconds of Summer

Medicine- Harry Styles

Heart-Shaped Box- Ashton Irwin

Heavenly Kind Of State Of Mind- Lewis Capaldi

Hey Angel- One Direction

Hey There Delilah- Plain White T’s

High In California- Louis Tomlinson

Hold On- Chord Overstreet

Holiday/ Boulevard of Broken Dreams- Green Day

Hopelessly Devoted To You- Olivia Newton-John

Hopelessly Devoted To You (Glee Cast)- Glee Cast

If I Could Fly- One Direction

If You Leave Me- Niall Horan

I Love You- Alex & Sierra

Islands In The Streams- Dolly Parton, Kenny Rogers

It’s Been a Long, Long Time (with Harry James & His Orchestra)- Kitty Kallen, Harry James

iT’s YoU- ZAYN

I Want- One Direction

I Will Always Love You- Dolly Parton

Jessie’s Girl (Glee Cast Version)- Glee Cast

Juke Box Hero (Glee Cast Version)- Glee Cast

Just the Way You Are- Bruno Mars

Keep Driving- Harry Styles

Kiss You- One Direction

Kiwi- Harry Styles

Let Me Down Slowly- Alec Benjamin

Let Me Love You (Until You Learn To Love Yourself) (Glee Cast Version)- Glee Cast

Levitating- Dua Lipa

Line Without a Hook- Ricky Montgomery

Live While We’re Young- One Direction

London Boy- Taylor Swift

Look After You- The Fray

Losing My Religion- Glee Cast

Love Shack (Glee Cast Version)- Glee Cast

Love Story (Taylor’s Version)

Meltdown- Acoustic- Niall Horns

Midnight Memories- One Direction

Mine (Glee Cast Version)-Glee Cast

Mine (Taylor Version) - Taylor Swift

Mr.Loverman- Ricky Montgomery

Must Be Love- Niall Horan

My Life Would Suck Without You- Cover of Kelly Clarkson- Glee Cast

Never Ending Song- Conan Gray

No Control- One Direction

Not Alone- Darren Criss

Not In The Same Way- 5 Seconds of Summer

On My Own- Niall Horan

Ophelia- The Lumineers

Our Song- Taylor Swift

Out Of My Limit- 5 Seconds of Summer

Paper Rings-Taylor Swift

Perfect- Ed Sheeran

Raise Your Glass (feat. Darren Criss)- Glee Cast, Darren Criss

Red Desert-5 Seconds of Summer

Rewrite The Star- Zac Efron, Zendaya

Rock Me- One Direction

Safety Pin-5 Seconds of Summer

San Francisco- 5 Seconds of Summer

Save My Life- Niall Horan

Say You Won’t Let Go- James Arthur

She’s Kinda Hot- Alternative Version- 5 Seconds of Summer

Soldier- Gavin DeGraw

Someone You Loved- Lewis Capaldi

Somewhere Only We Know (feat. Darren Criss)-Glee Cast, Darren Criss

Starving- Hailee Steinfeld, Grey, Zedd

Strawberry & Cigarettes- Troye Sivan

Sucker- Jonas Brothers

Summer Nights- From “Grease”- John Travolta, Olivia Newton-John

Superstition- Single Version- Stevie Wonder

Sweater Weather- The Neighbourhood

Sweet Creature- Harry Styles

Take Me To Church- Hozier

Take My Breath- Love Theme from “Top Gun”- Berlin

Take My Hand- 5 Seconds of Summer

Teenage Dream (feat. Darren Criss)-Glee Cast

Teenage Dream- Live- 5 Seconds of Summer

Thousand Years- Christina Perri

Till Forever Falls Apart- Ashe, FINNEAS

Treat People With Kindness- Harry Styles

Until I Found You- Stephen Sanchez

Up All Night- One Direction

Valentine- 5 Seconds of Summer

The Very First Night (Taylor’s Version) (From The Vault)- Taylor Swift

Water Fountain- Alec Benjamin

We Are Young- Glee Cast

When You Love Someone- James TW

Wildflower- 5 Seconds of Summer

Woman- Harry Styles

Worlds Smallest Violin- AJR

Yellow- Coldplay

You Being With Me (Taylor Version)- Taylor Swift

you broke me first- Tate McRae

You Don’t Go To Parties-5 Seconds of Summer

Young And Beautiful- Lana Del Rey

You’re The One That I Want- Remastered 2022- Olivia Newton-John, John Travolta

You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’- The Righteous Brothers

Playlist Masterlist

[insidious-apple]

It’s spotify wrapped time

the whole fuckin thing

1. Soldier Poet King by the Oh Hellos 2. Test Drive by John Powell 3. She’s a Handsome Woman by Panic! at the Disco 4. 5 Years Time by Noah And The Whale 5. Meet Me At Our Spot - Live by THE ANXIETY, WILLOW, Tyler Cole 6. Once Upon a Time by Toby Fox 7. Buttercup by Jack Stauber 8. Waving Through A Window from Dear Evan Hansen 9. Sweetness by Jimmy Eat World 10. Camisado by Panic! at the Disco 11. My Ordinary Life by The Living Tombstone 12. Hang ‘Em High by My Chemical Romance 13. What I Got by Sublime 14. Wild Heart by Bleachers 15. ROOFTOP RUN: ACT1 by SEGA SOUND TEAM, Tomoya Ohtani 16. Vegas Lights by Panic! at the Disco 17. Death By Glamour by Toby Fox 18. Life By The Sea by Tubbo, CG5 19. I Was a Teenage Anarchist by Against Me! 20. Shut Up And Drive by Rihanna 21. Daniel In The Den by Bastille 22. Forbidden Friendship by John Powell 23. LA Devotee by Panic! at the Disco 24. Thanks fr th Mmrs by Fall Out Boy 25. Metal Crusher by Toby Fox 26. No Shows by Gerard Way 27. Heaven Is a Halfpipe (If I Die) by OPM 28. Kyouran Hey Kids!!! by THE ORAL CIGARETTES 29. Romantic Flight by John Powell 30. Peach Fuzz by Caamp 31. space girl by Frances Forever 32. Crooked Teeth by Death Cab for Cutie 33. Even Flow by Pearl Jam 34. The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage by Panic! at the Disco 35. Home by Toby Fox 36. Rät by Penelope Scott 37. The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You by My Chemical Romance 38. I Wanna Get Better by Bleachers 39. Coming Back Around by John Powell 40. Superseded (feat. Adam Tell) by Simpli, Adam Tell 41. The Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny by Lemon Demon 42. Speak Easy by 311 43. Brazil by Declan McKenna 44. Jolene by Dolly Parton 45. Don’t Look Back In Anger by Oasis 46. The Curse of Curves by Cute Is What We Aim For 47. You Reposted in the Wrong Neighborhood | Glue70 Mashup by Shokk 48. Concrete by Lovejoy 49. Never Let You Go by Third Eye Blind 50. Savior by Rise Against 51. Coconut Mall by Arcade Player 52. Delfino Plaza by Qumu 53. Look Who’s Inside Again by Bo Burnham 54. World’s Smallest Violin by AJR 55. Cabinet Man by Lemon Demon 56. Minecraft Pigstep - Remix by FlyxTheKid 57. Cool Party by Mal Blum 58. I’d Do Anything by Simple Plan 59. INFERNO by Sub Urban, Bella Poarch 60. The Games by Patrick Doyle 61. Dogsong by Toby Fox 62. Second chan... by sunscin 63. Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths 64. Run-Around by Blues Traveler 65. This Is Berk by John Powell 66. Boys Will Be Bugs by Cavetown 67. Pretty Pimpin by Kurt Vile 68. Here (In Your Arms) by Hellogoodbye 69. Cardiac Arrest by Bad Suns 70. Undertale by Toby Fox 71. Syndicate by Derivakat 72. It’s Not a Fashion Statement, It’s a Deathwish by My Chemical Romance 73. Mary On A Cross by Ghost 74. Rollercoaster by Bleachers 75. POLTERGEIST! by CORPSE, OmenXIII 76. Bubble Toes by Jack Johnson 77. But It’s Better If You Do by Panic! at the Disco 78. Choice by Jack Stauber’s Micropop 79. Kingdom Dance by Alan Menken 80. Banana Pancakes by Jack Johnson 81. Make You Mine by PUBLIC 82. Fallen Down by Toby Fox 83. Hidden In the Sand by Tally Hall 84. Content by Bo Burnham 85. Mama by My Chemical Romance 86. Good Day by Luce 87. Jamie All Over by Mayday Parade 88. Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks by Panic! at the Disco 89. Lazy Eye by Silversun Pickups 90. Dead on Arrival by Fall Out Boy 91. I Would by One Direction 92. Nearly Witches (Ever Since We Met) by Panic! at the Disco 93. Spider Dance by Toby Fox 94. Rainbow Road by Qumu 95. Domino by Jessie J 96. Joy To The World by Three Dog Night 97. Turn Back Time by Derivakat 98. Ready To Go (Get Me Out of My Mind) by Panic! at the Disco 99. Not So Fireproof by John Powell 100. Hey Julie by Fountains of Wayne 101. No Mercy by The Living Tombstone, Black Gryph0n, LittleJayneyCakes

[droctaviolovecraft]

ANM-001: Girl In Heat (The anomaly art was made by my ex-girlfriend)

http://mothrainstitution.wikidot.com/anm-001

Subject Classification: E-01-001

Damage Type: Physiker 🔴

Danger Level: HIGH 🔴

Anomaly Type: Elemental

Discovery Classification: Captured (01)

Department: Heavy Zone

Lead Researcher: Dr. Kali

Identification: Girl on Fire

Containment: E-01-001 must be kept in a high-security containment cell in the heavy zone of the MOTHRA Institution, equipped with thermal sensors, surveillance cameras, automatic extinguishers, and reinforced doors. The cell must be constantly monitored by two agents armed with non-lethal weapons and anomaly suppression devices. Any attempt of escape or aggression by ANM-001 must be immediately reported to the Lead Researcher, Dr. Kali, and contained using the minimum necessary force.

E-01-001 must receive adequate food (excluding water), clothing, and personal hygiene items but must not have access to any flammable, sharp, explosive, or electronic materials. ANM-001 must undergo regular interview sessions and psychological evaluations with the researcher, who must wear flame-resistant attire and a fireproof communication device. ANM-001 must be treated with respect and caution but must not be encouraged to develop any form of attachment or sympathy towards the Institute's staff.

ANM-001 is extremely dangerous and unpredictable, and any breach of containment procedures may result in serious or fatal harm to personnel, infrastructure, and the environment. Any sign of increased anomalous activity from E-01-001, such as temperature changes, flame emission, object manipulation, or manifestation of its red crystal, must be considered as a potential STERBLICH-level threat, and the emergency containment protocol must be activated.

Description: Anomaly-001 is a sentient humanoid entity of female gender, with the appearance of a young adult of Thai origin, approximately 1.65 meters tall and weighing 50 kilograms. ANM-001 has long, flaming hair, her face has never been well observed, due to ANM-001 wearing a black gas mask, never removing it. ANM-001's body is made of physical flames, making her dangerous to touch. She wears a short black skirt, a black long-sleeved blouse, and a dark vest with the inscription "406" in dark letters, which has no meaning. ANM-001 also appears to possess two small horns.

001 is capable of generating, controlling, and manipulating fire in various forms, able to create anything from small sparks to large explosions. ANM-001 can alter the temperature, color, intensity, and shape of the flames, using them as weapons, tools, or means of transportation. ANM-001 can ignite objects, people, or environments with a simple touch or glance, can extinguish flames with a breath or gesture, and the anomaly is also non-flammable, being able to "communicate" with fire.

The young woman has a red crystal that floats around her, which seems to be the source of her anomalies. The crystal is about 20 cm in diameter and emits a pulsating light and intense heat, appearing to have a psychic connection with the anomaly, responding to its commands and feelings. The crystal can move freely through the air, following ANM-001 or attacking its targets, and can also emit bursts of thermal energy, causing burns, melting, or spontaneous combustion. The crystal can merge with ANM-001, enhancing her powers and resistance. Tests have also observed that it is capable of splitting into smaller fragments, which can be used as projectiles or decoys. Total destruction of it seems to be impossible as long as the anomaly remains alive.

ANM-001 was captured by the Institution on 15/02/2024, after a series of incidents involving suspicious fires in several cities in Thailand. ANM-001 was located in an abandoned building in Phuket, Thailand. A Mobile Task Force ("Fire Watchers") team was dispatched to intercept and contain ANM-001, resulting in a violent confrontation. 001 demonstrated great hostility and resistance, using her flames and her crystal to attack the Institute's agents. ANM-001 was finally subdued by an anomaly suppression device, which temporarily neutralized her abilities. She was then captured and transported to the heavy zone, where she was placed in containment.

ANM-001 has a complex and contradictory personality, showing traits of curiosity, intelligence, humor, rebellion, arrogance, and sadism. She seems to have a strong aversion to authority, order, and normalcy, preferring freedom, chaos, and amusement, having a strong attraction to fire. She has a tendency to provoke, manipulate, and challenge people around her, especially the Institute's staff.

The anomaly has a history of escape attempts, aggression, sabotage, and homicide, having caused the death of 17 Institution employees and the destruction of various equipment and facilities.

The veracity of ANM-001's statements is questionable, as she has demonstrated the ability to lie, omit, distort, or exaggerate the information she provides, seeming to have gaps in her memory, confusion in her identity, and hallucinations in her perception, possibly due to the effects of her anomaly or her exposure to fire. Further investigation and analysis are required to determine her origin, nature, motivation, and potential.

>End of record

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

One Word Fic Title (2) Masterlist

part one

Amnesia (ao3) - kat_badwi G, 433

Summary: short lashton sadness

Cry (ao3) - SinisterMind michael/ashton T, 3k

Summary: The one where Ashton never cries until he reaches the breaking point

Cuddles? (ao3) - nine_rainbows michael/luke M, 586

Summary: A day when Muke staying in the house together.

Daydreams - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) michael/luke, luke/calum T, 6k

Summary: It's not Michael's fault the owner of Fletcher's Flowers is so good-looking. And no one—Luke—should be able to blame him for wanting to come to the shop and admire the pretty buff man with large delicate hands as he assembles bouquets or pets his cat.

Eighteen (ao3) - boomercal luke/ashton E, 56k

Summary: Eighteen-year-old Luke is done putting up with his father and brothers so he takes his father's Corvette and credit card to track down Ashton Irwin. Who graduated a few years ahead of him and has a reputation for smoking, drinking and sleeping around; surely he'll be enough to make his dad meet his demands... right?

Fireproof (ao3) - felixandtae michael/calum N/R, 2k

Summary: Michael's hair caught on fire during the London concert and Calum, being his worried boyfriend, becomes more overprotective now than ever.

Injection (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance michael/luke E, 4k

Summary: For two days, Michael had been sick, grumpy and moody and to make him feel better, Luke had been googling ways because everything Calum and Ashton had tried had failed. He was quite happy that his plan was more effective and he was totally not expecting a reward in the end.

Or the one where Luke tried to sweat Michael's fever out when everything else failed.

KawaiiCalPal (ao3) - TheLarryDiaries michael/calum, luke/ashton M, 25k

Summary: Calum is an adorable YouTuber known as KawaiiCalPal. He's most known for his oversized sweaters and matching flower crowns. Also, he's in love with the world famous punk rock band, Swallow the Goldfish. But more accurately, the lead guitarist, Michael Clifford.

Luke, Ashton, and Michael are the three band members of Swallow the Goldfish. They all happen to be jelly beans, Calum's name for his subscribers. It's also quite obvious that Michael believes Calum is his 'soulmate'. It's also remarkable as Calum is very open with his homosexuality, and love for Michael.

It really started when Calum had the opportunity to interview the band for a video.

littlething (ao3) - paperxvalentines (kiwikihyuk) luke/calum T, 3k

Summary: Calum was too oblivious and Luke was too subtle.

Lily (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance michael/luke E, 49k

Summary: Luke and Michael, they used to be boyfriends, lovers and each other’s world. Michael did not know whether those things really existed but he used to think Luke was his soulmate and that they completed each other; that was until Luke left without saying anything. After many years, Luke had decided to come back home but he did not come alone; he brought along a cute little girl, named Lily. When he suddenly came across Michael, the feelings that he had forgotten started to come back. Will he be able to ignore them? Or let his heart decide for him? Although many years passed, Michael had never really been able to be with anyone else because his heart has always beat for Luke. Meeting Luke again was like a second chance to save what had been lost; he wanted to get close to Luke. Will Luke allow him into his world again? Or was it just him and Lily?

Lyrics (ao3) - paperstorm michael/luke T, 4k

Summary: Michael writes Jet Black Heart for Luke.

Moisturizer (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance luke/ashton E, 3k

Summary: The first time it happened, it was in a bathroom. Since Luke was horny again, he decided why not make it a second time. They were busy writing and recording but Luke had found a way to squeeze that in their schedule and this time, he was better prepared. Basically, it was inspired by Luke's moisturizer tweet.

Popstar (ao3) - L4sht0n luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 54k (WIP)

Summary: Luke didn't need a fake boyfriend. He had some problems, every celebrity had some problems. Drug, sex and alcohol was Luke's getaway, but there was nothing wrong with it. A bit problematic yes, but he did nothing wrong. Luke was losing fans because of his bad behaviour, and he was kind of an asshole. Luke could admit this. But he didn't need a fake boyfriend. He didn't need Ashton Irwin to play his fake boyfriend and clean up his mess. If Luke's management wanted to clean up Luke so badly they should just hire a cleaning lady. Luke didn't need a fake boyfriend, didn't want it. Then why did the fake relationship feel so real?

Pretty (ao3) - princesscalum (orphan_account) michael/calum T, 1k

Summary: A story in which Calum appears to be the epitome of punk rock but surreptitiously wears pretty things out of enjoyment and Michael will do anything to find out Calum's secret.

Rabbits (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance michael/luke E, 3k

Summary: Luke was grumpy because of some things he saw online and to add to it, Ashton has made some new rules. That was not all, Luke blamed it all on Michael. On the other hand, Michael knew exactly what Luke's problem was; lack of attention. Michael had his own ways of giving Luke attention, ways he knew Luke would never refuse.

Sick - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) ot4 E, 3k

Summary: Luke (5:06 pm): calum wont fuck me 🥺

Softer (ao3) - ashton_cuddles94 M, 1k

Summary: @/twitteruser: "I'm not really into 5sos, but the pudgy drummer is so cute".

"Pudgy?", Ashton thought to himself, putting his phone down in his bunk.

He placed a hand on his stomach, not expecting his fingers to sink in as much as they did. His eyebrows shot up in concern.

"Have I really gotten that soft?"

Sweetheart (ao3) - sorryuser michael/calum M, 1k

Summary: Calum loves wearing lace and Michael can't believe that he loves it too.

trouvaille (ao3) - mlnsung luke/calum T, 1k

Summary: trouvaille /'tru:vʌi/ (n.) a lucky find

Luke thinks that they're best when they're both naked, and Calum is so pretty when he rolls around in the sheets.

Webcams (ao3) - gardener luke/ashton, michael/calum M, 3k

Summary: Luke Hemmings is an eighteen years old Photography major at the City College of San Francisco, who works as a camboy on the side. His now calm life changes when he walks into Ashton Irwin, who just happens to watch his cam sessions nearly always he goes online. While the elder one had no idea this guy went to the same university as he did, Luke doesn't even realize Ashton is his favorite subscriber.

[lightsovermonaco]

Body Shots (Pierre Gasly)

Inspired by (and beta read) by the amazing @limp-wrist-max​ thank you Mea! 

Masterlist

Word count: 3.5k

Recommended song: “Lucky You” by Sim Dane

Vacationing in Milan had its perks. Fine dining, luxury stores that were prime for window shopping, and the proximity to your best friend, to name a few.

When you'd touched down in Milan you had had no intentions of visiting Pierre. You had just finished your exams for your summer class and had a week before the next semester started up, so you had simply booked the cheapest ticket and boarded a plane. 

The intent had been to have some good wine, good food and unwind. Pierre saw your Instagram story minutes after you posted it and recognized the bakery you stopped at for lunch. And once he found out you were only a few minutes away from that weekend's grand prix, he had ideas that didn't involve you reading a novel all day.

Pierre had insisted that a last minute cancelation by a family friend had left a paddock pass unclaimed and had suggested you take it.

"You're my best friend, it'll be fun to have you experience a weekend through my eyes for once instead of sitting in the stands. Come visit me."

Something in the inflection of his voice made the simple request rub you raw. He missed you. It had been months since your last get together and you couldn't blame him. The last year had been rough for him and he  rarely had anyone physically at his side to help him through it.

Inviting you instead of one of his parents was about more than your current proximity to the track. He hadn't missed a beat in asking you, not hesitating to consider anyone else being with him this weekend.

Your stomach had turned as you climbed in a cab Sunday morning, not out of fear of something going wrong but because of the nagging feeling that something was about to change.

You'd known Pierre since you were kids. Your brother had raced in karting before pursuing another dream, but in the few short years you'd hung around European tracks you had managed to forge a bond with one of your brother's rivals. That friendship carried on regardless of the distance that separated you, kept alive by visits in the off season and once a year trips to the racetrack at Silverstone.

Pierre met you at the gates and you had barely seen him since.

A decent qualifying session saw the Frenchman start P10 on Sunday's race. He didn't hide the fact that he was disappointed, but come time for his final meeting with the team you'd never guess he was anything but ecstatic.

You had to be conscious about your mouth hanging open when Pierre stepped into the garage in his fireproofs with his suit half undone. The tuft of blond hair peeking through his backwards cap floats on an invisible breeze and he bounces on his toes. His brow furrows when he is handed a data sheet, listening intently to what the engineer points out.

Butterflies riot in your stomach when Pierre catches you staring and winks. You pray he writes the blush on your cheeks off as the heat and he must, because he raises his eyebrows and flexes a bit.

You laugh to cover the way you want to do nothing but strip him out of that tight fitted white shirt. Your crush was getting out of hand. Pierre's shameless, friendly flirting only escalated matters.

You told yourself it was nothing. He was like this with every girl he met, making a fool of himself to earn a laugh. You were no different, except maybe that you were a constant where most other women only got to enjoy his playful personality for a short time.

You're treated to a few long minutes of watching Pierre prep to climb into the car before he's heading out on track to line up at the grid. 

The race starts off fine, Pierre's pace is better than expected. One of the Haas's breaks down at the pit entry and Pierre's strategist decides to bring him in for a fresh set of tires. A kiss seems like the proper reward for their stroke of brilliance, which affords Pierre the advantage when the pits close soon after. 

Restarting on lap 28 is nail biting. Hamilton, Stroll, and Pierre make up the podium places. The entire garage gasps when Stroll goes wide at turn four. Hamilton serves his penalty and Pierre inherits the lead. Sainz jumps on the opportunity to attack.

Pierre defends brilliantly until the final lap. The team erupts when he crosses the line first, bringing home the win.

Red, white and green confetti sticks to his skin as he sprays the champagne over all of you. In the heat of it all, Pierre sits on that top step and shakes his head. You already know that the photos of him being snapped from all angles will be gorgeous, the sun shining down on the first French grand prix winner in decades.

A legend in the minds of his people and in yours.

You could scarcely believe it yourself. Your best friend had finally, after years of being pushed down, won a grand prix at the temple of speed. Red Bull had been wrong, just as you'd insisted when Pierre cried over losing his seat and his friend in one weekend. But god, did Pierre rise above it all.

Pierre catches your gaze just before he leaves the podium. A lifetime of emotion swirls around him like an enigma, begging you to find out what it was hiding. Your wave is barely more than a lift of your hand but Pierre notes it nonetheless, tipping his trophy in your direction.

You wait patiently on the sidelines as Pierre poses for pictures with his team on and off the track. His attention constantly falls on you, his grin widening each time he sees you tucked under the arm of an enthusiastic mechanic or crew member. Alpha Tauri was a family and you were an honorary member thanks to your connection to their driver.

An action packed hour of cameras passes before Pierre is able to break away. As soon as he's given the go ahead he passes his trophy off and marching to you. You're both practically running by the time you meet in the middle. You crash into him and he lifts you off your feet in a crushing hug.

"You did it," you whisper, overwhelmed by his success now that you've gotten the chance to celebrate with him. "I'm so proud of you."

Pierre laughs as he sets you on your feet. His smile is wider than you've ever seen it and you're sure his cheeks must be sore.

"Wish they allowed us to bring a friend up there," Pierre says softly, a smile melting into a sly smirk. "Seeing you doused in champagne is an image I wouldn't forget."

You shake your head, caught up in his ceaseless flirting. He had no idea that his honeyed words and gentle touches lit something inside of you, rattling your brain and making it impossible to form a coherent sentence. Instead you snatch the black and gold Pirelli cap off his head and place it on your own, earning you a peal of laughter.

"Looks better on you anyway." Pierre runs a hand through his sweaty, champagne doused hair, leaving bits sticking up at odd angles.

Someone calls Pierre's name, far enough away that there's no rush. Pierre's hands remain planted on your waist and yours stay wrapped around his neck. By the way his bright blue eyes bore into yours, you swear he's thinking the same thing you are.

"Thank you for believing in me," he murmurs, gaze falling to your lips.

"I knew it was just a matter of time," you tell him, inching up on your tiptoes. Tempted by his win, you want to ruin the best friendship you've ever had. You want to discover if the lips you spend far too much time dreaming about felt as soft as they looked. You want to know how it feels to be lost in Pierre, newly minted race winner, and find out just how he dealt with the adrenaline and euphoria of his incredible drive.

"Well done mate!"

Max Verstappen startles the two of you apart. You take a healthy step back and drop your gaze to the ground to hide your burning cheeks.

"Thanks." Pierre accepts the Dutchman's embrace and claps him on the back. "Sucks I didn't get to fight you for it."

"There will be more chances in the future. And I didn't expect to see you here, that's a nice surprise." Max knocks you with his shoulder, tipping you off balance. On instinct you latch onto Pierre's arm to steady yourself. You wait a heartbeat too long to remove your hand and both of you find anywhere to look but each other.

"So where's the party?" You ask, searching for a distraction from the way your palm still burns.

"Definitely not at Red Bull." Max shudders and you laugh because that's what you do when someone is being over dramatic. It rings hollow in your ears.

"I hear there's a few guys with adjoining rooms at the hotel who bought plenty of booze," Pierre says. "You and Dan wanna come by?"

"Is that really a question?" Max grins, already typing out a text as Pierre feeds him the details.

**********

"You should do body shots," Max suggests, which earns a roaring laugh from Daniel and a half hearted one from Pierre.

"I don't think so," Pierre says, "there's no one here I trust enough to let that happen."

"Not even your best friend?" Max gestures to you and shoots you a wink when Pierre glances over. "I think she's trustworthy."

"No thanks." Pierre holds up his plastic cup and salutes Max before draining it to the dregs.

Pierre's immediate refusal hurt more than it probably should have. You hadn't expected him to jump at the offer but having him shut the idea down so thoroughly hadn't been what you wanted either.

Max notes your pouty lower lip and speaks on your behalf. "Come on mate," Max insists. "You just won your first prix, live a little! It's not like you've got anything to lose, she's your best friend."

"That's exactly why-"

"Shut up, it would be fun! Wouldn't it?" Max says this last bit to you, a wild grin on his face.

Max expects you to turn red and object. That was his end goal. But what the Dutchman hadn't counted on was how drunk you already were on Pierre. On his smile. On his bright blue eyes, swirling in the aftermath of his unlikely triumph. And mostly on the not-so-sneaky way he glances at you every few minutes.

"Let's do it."

Pierre blinks, searching your face for any sign of distress. "Wait, are you serious?"

"Yeah, why not?" You shrug, suddenly fearing that you'd read him wrong and he really was against this whole thing. "Unless you don't want to-"

"Get the vodka," Pierre interrupts, nodding to Max though his stare remains pinned on you. Pierre latches onto your wrist and drags you around the room until he finds a table long and sturdy enough for his liking. 

"This a good height for you?"

The coffee table is low enough that you'd have to kneel. Luckily getting on your knees isn't something you'd mind doing for Pierre. You lick your lips without thinking. Pierre's pupils blow wide, black swallowing the swirling oceans of blue.

"Sure," is all you manage.

"Good." Apparently neither of you were able to focus on speech. You work together to clear the empty plastic cups and used napkins from the surface. Your hands brush when you both reach for the last cup and you just catch the way Pierre's breath hitches.

You and Pierre have danced this dance since you were teenagers. Each of you knows the steps by heart. The only difference is tonight neither of you were poised to bow out before the final lift.

"Beep beep, bitches!" You yank your hand away when Max's shout reaches you. Pierre's hand lingers in front of him,  outstretched as if your palm remained grazing his thumb. 

Max holds the bottle of vodka over his head as he wades through the crowd. "You're all about to be very, very entertained."

"Where's your chaperone?" You ask Max, searching for Daniel in the low lighting. You press your palm to your thigh, dissipating Pierre's lingering heat.

The Dutchman waves you off. "Went to get us more drinks. Pierre, isn't it kinda hard to do body shots if you're still fully clothed?"

"Who says I'm the one getting undressed?"

Max's grin dimples his flushed cheeks. "I mean you can ask her to take her shirt off in front of all these people if you want to."

"No," Pierre responds quickly. "Fine. I'll do it."

When Pierre strips off his shirt he gets more than a few whistles from men and women alike. That tended to happen when someone was built like a Greek fucking god, you supposed. Whoever voted for People Magazine's "Sexiest Man Alive" and decided on Michael B. Jordan had clearly never laid eyes on Pierre, with his bronzed skin, endless expanses of muscle, and brilliant cheshire grin.

Michael B. Jordan who?

Pierre hands the team branded shirt off and lays out on the table. He pillows an arm under his head, bare bicep flexed as he gets comfortable. Leaning in to kiss along the hard muscle was out of the question, however tempting it was.

Pierre looks up expectantly. "You coming?" 

Holy shit, this was actually happening.

"Yeah, I'm coming." You sink to your knees and Pierre laughs.

"Up here." He pats his thigh with his free hand and beacons you forward. "Please."

Screw it, you've already thrown your friendship out the window. This night ended either in heartbreak or awkwardness, might as well get your money's worth.

A few whoops break out above the music. The bassline isn't the only thing thundering in your chest as you straddle Pierre's thighs, hands braced on his chest.

"Okay?" Pierre whispers for your ears only. You nod with what you hope is a charming smile.

"Alright move," Max says, shooing you back until you're resting on your haunches. Max flicks the cap off the bottle and you grab it to take a long sip.

Max gapes at you and you wipe a hand over your mouth. "Close your mouth, you'll catch flies."

Pierre's thighs tense beneath you in response to your bold declaration. Dozens of Pierre's friends and team members gather around. For all you care, Pierre is the only person in the room.

"Last chance to back out," Max warns. You're too busy tracking the drop of liquid that falls from the neck of the bottle to splash onto the crease of Pierre's abs to bother responding. 

"Pour it out." Pierre's chest sinks with his demand, doing nothing but sparking your imagination, creating images of him heaving beneath you. You'd sell your soul to recreate the way you're currently poised above Pierre's hips with a little less clothing and no audience.

Max gives up hope on you replying and dribbles the alcohol up Pierre's abdomen, stopping just below his pecks.

"Have at 'er-"

Your tongue is on Pierre's skin before Max has finished his sentence. You feel the muscle tense beneath your tongue, going rigid at the first contact. The burn of the vodka doesn't even register as you lap it up, catching the drips that fall over his sides. 

You aren't sure either of you is breathing. Salty sweat mingles with the sharpness of the alcohol, an afterthought barely worth mentioning.

Blame the liquid courage or blame the high from Pierre's win, but you were confident Pierre was enjoying this just as much as you. 

Planting a hand on Pierre's hip, you steal a glance up at him to find him locked on you. You take that as permission to continue, dragging your tongue flat up his stomach and continuing well past where the vodka had been poured. Up between his pecks, over the curve of his throat that bobs beneath your tongue, over his chin until you meet his lips, already parted and waiting. 

Neither of you pay the shouts cresting around you any heed. You've both waited too long for this, endured too many almosts and what ifs to let the opportunity slip through your fingers. Your sticky hands cradle Pierre's face, angling it in a way that's to your liking so you can explore more of his mouth. He tastes like whiskey and mint, the juxtaposition of hot and cold scattering your thoughts. One of Pierre's hands finds the nape of your neck when you gasp for air, refusing to let you end the moment.

And it's pure, unending bliss that floods your veins when he nips at your lower lip, swollen and surely reddened from his kiss. His thumb sweeps across the back of your neck while you both fight to catch the breath currently evading you.

Daydreams didn't hold a candle to the real thing. One taste and you were addicted, craving as much as Pierre was willing to give.  

"Hey," he murmurs, the corners of his mouth tugging up in a stupidly gorgeous smile.

"That was nice," you tease, tangling your fingers in the silky blond strands of his hair. "I wouldn't be opposed to doing it again."

"Me too. Maybe somewhere where it's just us though. I wouldn't want to scandalize my team any further." You manage to steal another sweet peck before Max hauls you off Pierre.

"Fucking finally," Daniel says, clapping when you're upright again. "Do you know how long I've been trying to orchestrate this? The two of you really are dumber than a box of rocks. I can't believe all it took was Max suggesting body shots to get you two to kiss."

The arm that wraps around your waist feels right. Pierre hasn't hugged you like this before, with his chin resting on your shoulder and his nose nuzzling your neck, but it already feels like home.

Pierre ignores Max completely in favor of pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. "Why don't we go back to my room? I'll pour more alcohol on myself if that's what it takes to convince you."

You're just about to take him up on the offer when one of his team members taps his shoulder. He glances at them impatiently, which the man thankfully doesn't take personally.

"They want some photos with you holding your trophy," he explains, handing a shirt and the star shaped interpretation of the Italian flag to Pierre. "It will only take a few minutes,  they promised not to keep you long."

Of course everyone knew exactly where your minds were. Sanity had long since left the premises, tangled up in crisp white sheets. Pierre's entire team and half the Red Bull garage had seen what had gone down while the prix winner was sprawled on that coffee table. There would be no chance of denying it in the morning. 

And while you'd never imagined that the first time you'd kiss your best friend would be directly preceded by licking copious amounts of shitty liquor off his super-heated skin, now that you'd experienced it any other way seems forgettable.

Pierre sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "I mean, I already have my trophy, but…" your stomach lurches when you realize he means you. Pierre catches the way your mouth hangs open and he shoots you a grin before accepting the real trophy.

"You carry it," he says, not giving you much of a choice as he thrusts it into your hands. "I'm occupied."

You're about to point out that his hands are, in fact, free and that the more likely reason for insisting you carry the trophy was his usual post-race laziness when he slings an arm around your shoulders and tucks you tight to his side.

"Is this okay?" Pierre asks when you involuntarily stiffen. God, it was more than okay, it was perfect, it had just caught you by surprise. You'd only kissed him a handful of minutes ago and Pierre was already wrapped around your finger, smitten as if you'd been a couple for years.

"Yeah no, it's perfect. Simply lovely," you say quickly, stumbling over your words.

"Can I kiss you again?"

Your answer comes in the form of a hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks. You prop the trophy on your hip and smile up at your race winner.

"You don't have to ask that ever again. My answer is always yes."

[lenasai]

this week in blaseball: season 18 edition

coin entered maximum gaslight gatekeep girlboss mode

you can change the color on the beta logo and that's Neat

ultra league blaseball????

salmon restored a player's bat and yeeted them elsewhere at the same time

dale and worms broke the record for longest game time (so close to 69 minutes, but fell just short...)

mike townsend avoided getting faxed because of a black hole and TECHNICALLY PITCHED A SHUTOUT BECAUSE THE SHOE THIEVES ENDED THE GAME WITH 0 POINTS

finn james committed fax evasion by only giving up 9.5 runs

one player got an item called ACTUAL GLOVE OF THE FAMINE (and now i have a name for my new metal band)

discuss: did the coin effectively utilize girl power when she canceled the tarot reading

shoe thieves and mills got so close to ending a game 4-20, but the mills had to score one unrun and make it 4-19.7...

at least one team collected 69 birds

after two escapes, mike townsend finally got arrested for fax evasion

max and ivy both pecked free by birds, PANIK ENSUED (I WISH ALL GEORGIAS A NEVER PLAY US IN FEEDBACK EVER)

garages copied charm from lovers and proceeded to get into a charm fight with them

max and brisket friendo both got to do skateboard tricks! the latter, who is An Actual Cat, did a cat's cradle, which is very fitting

someone named an actual star after chorby soul

a new book was revealed in the library called "a ruby tuesday" that contains (somewhat minor) inaccuracies. is lootcrates lying to us....or is this history from an alternate timeline?

max copied attractor off brisket friendo and gave the garages The Dot™

PLAY BALL PLAY BALL PLAY BALL PLAY BALL PLAY BALL PLAY BALL

new item got added to the shop that paid out coins whenever consumers attacked (or attempted to attack)

CHAOS! CHAOS! CHAOS!

we thought the devs just got rid of chorby soul entirely, but it turns out they were just turned into a funko pop without any stars or soul but all of the instability!

legendary replicas are scary, especially if you have someone on your team named wyatt mason

TWO illegal party time games! mints and georgias got to burn down the party time chat for one game

the commissioner tweeted about the first illegal party time, then deleted the tweet after the game ended

knight triumphant and connor haley switched teams and the chat reacted by singing the entirety of "in the feedback" (and they got through the entire song!)

firefighters got fireproof, taunted the umpires with the tigers

one chorby soul replica got redacted, another got incinerated, and the other one partied. very mixed bag for players named chorby soul this season.

betsy "No Parties In Seattle" trombone finally partied (TWICE!)

rest in funko pops goodwin, aldon, and pitching machine… 😔

what if you (spies) wanted home field advantage but the salmon said no

the sim really hates nerd pacheco and the philly pies

chorby short vs. jaylen hotdogfingers pitch-off in the finals

BEE HONEYMOON FINALS