#*does your mother know by abba starts playing*
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if you like pina coladas // pierre gasly
summary: after a brilliant weekend away, pierre and y/n find themselves stuck in the middle of a rainstorm, debating the best way to run from the porsche to the front door
pairing: pierre gasly x female reader
warnings: mention of pregnancy
authors note: I should have said it earlier but thank you guys so much for 410 followers!! was gonna announce it at 400 but didn’t and now I’m at 412 so like, thank you guys soooo much <3
the headlights on the porsche shone through the droplets falling heavy on the pavement, rain obscuring the street signs as he nervously tapped on the steering wheel. the couple had spent the previous weekend basking in the st. tropez sun, while pierre attempted to get away from all the rumours about him being replaced by colton herta if he were to take on an alpine contract. the couple needed some peace.
his girlfriend was next to him, half asleep as she fought to keep her half lidded eyes open as she rested her head against the window, pierres hand on her upper thigh.
“mon amour, get some sleep. it’s not good for the baby.”
“the baby will be fine, mon cher. It’s still early days, I doubt baby gasly can even feel how tired my body is.”
not even four weeks earlier, pierre had come home from a race weekend, and something about y/n had been off. she seemed paler, and she seemed to be really tired all the time.
after about a week, pierre had insisted that she go see a doctor, and that’s when they found out that in nine months, pierre gasly and y/n y/l/n would be parents.
“forgive me for worrying, amour, I just want the best for you and the little one.”
“so get us home in one piece.”
the frenchman chuckled to himself, straining to see the next turn through the windscreen as he shifted gears, hoping he was now going down the correct street. he’s lived in that house for seven years, five and a half of them with y/n at his side, and now it was the house where he was starting his family, raising baby gasly.
pierre wasn’t sure when he had gotten so lucky: dieser the girl of his dreams, then an increase in race performance plus the opportunity to race at alpine, and then a baby.
he pulled into the driveway, headlights illumating the garage door, before slumping back in his seat, abba’s does your mother know playing softly in the background as the driver pondered just exactly how on earth he was going to get inside his house.
“I bet you wish you’d waited a few more weeks to move all the gym equipment into the garage.”
almost as soon as it was confirmed that pierre would in fact be a father, he had immediately cleared out his home gym and workout room to make it available for the baby, parking his porsche in the driveway and claiming the garage as his new workout space, claiming that he needed the bigger room anyways, wink wink.
“In retrospect…” pierre paused, watching the rain. “yeah.”
“so how are we getting from the car,” y/n nodded in the direction of the front walkway. “to the front door?”
“undecided.”
the rain was coming down heavy, to the point where it looked like it was actually going to hurt when the droplets made contact with skin.
“the best way to find out is to try, ma cherie.” pierre grinned before throwing the car door open and leaping into the rain.
with the open door came a gust of cold air through the front seat of the car as pierre slammed the door and attempted to make a run for it, a giggle escaping from y/ns lips as she saw pierre turn around when he was halfway across the driveway, hair matted to his face from the water and button down shirt soaked through. the driver pulled the door open, sliding back into the sport car before wiping the rain from his face.
“babe, you’re soaked.” y/n laughed. “you look like a drowned rat.”
“don’t go out there. it’s bad, mon amour.”
“well, I’m not sleeping in the car.”
y/ns eyes searched the porsche for the umbrella she could have sworn she packed before they left a few days prior, almost certain that it was in the very small backseat somewhere.
“what are you looking for?”
“the umbrella.”
“I thought you left it in the renault?”
“I’m busy trying to baby proof the renault because I’m not driving our kid around in a porsche.”
pierre turned around in the drivers seat, attempting to switch on the cars interior lights, hoping his girlfriend would be able to properly look for the umbrella, that way they could both get out of the car before the night was over.
“found it!” y/n shouted, unbuckling her seatbelt and claiming into the backseat to grab the small ikea umbrella hidden underneath the passenger seat.
“on the count of three, we both go outside, open the umbrella and run for our lives?” pierre suggested meekly, not thrilled about running into the cold rain again, the chill fall beginning to seep into his bones.
he was going to need a hot shower and a change of clothes after this.
“on your count.” y/n agreed, reaching for the door.
“one…two…three!”
they both got out on the same side of the car, one from the front seat and one from the back. y/n forced the plum-coloured umbrella open, holding it at an angle so it protected their faces and the tops of their heads as she and Pierre took off at a run, giggling as they held hands over the umbrella handle in the direction of the front door.
when they managed to get inside, they were both only marginally soaked to the bone, still laughing as they shut the front door, pierre pulling y/n in for a kiss.
“warm shower?” y/n suggested
“is there space for two?”
“last I checked, that’s how I got pregnant in the first place.”
“so…yes?”
“of course there’s room for you in the shower, idiot.”
#the cozy collection 2022#pierre gasly#pierre gasly x reader#formula one x reader#f1 imagine#mini fic
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The Sides As ABBA Songs, Because ABBA Slays
I'm on an ABBA kick guys, bear with me- I thought this would be a cool thing to do, plus you get reasons why :3 If you disagree, lmk!
✨Roman✨
Honey, Honey
- Look, it’s as cheesy as ABBA can get. It’s totally up Roman’s alley
- Probably daydreams about Thomas’ crushes to this song specifically
- Knows almost all of the Mamma Mia! lore (Context: A lot of ABBA music was used in Mamma Mia!, a concert-style musical made specifically with ABBA in mind)
- Puts him in the mood to write some kind of romance novel
- Bro is probably obsessed with ABBA an unhealthy amount, to the point C!Thomas starts having dreams about the group members
⭐Logan⭐
The Name Of The Game
- I was originally going to put S.O.S for Lo-gay, but I feel like this one fits better
- Totally jams out to some of ABBA’s chiller songs while reading or while working
- ‘And you make me feel, and you make me show, what I’m trying to conceal’ sounds like somebody is having some funny lil issues hiding something HMMMM???? MAYBE SOME EMOTIONS?????
- Likes to research the members, just to familiarize himself with the artists to better understand
- Probably analyzes every little lyric, but likes this song just a tad more than the others because.. well, he relates in a way.
🌩️Virgil🌩️
Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!
- The purp man, listening to something OTHER THAN ROCK????!?? Holy shit it’s a miracle
- The most emo song made by ABBA by far
- ‘Won’t somebody help me chase the shadows away?’ C’MON NOW
- Really likes the instrumentals, that’s for sure
- Listens to it kinda often, although it’s kinda just shoved in his 12 hour playlist
- For some reason it calms him down a little when he’s really anxious
- Probably makes up scenarios in his head based on the lyrics
- Not a huge ABBA fan, but tolerates their music a good amount
- Would totally go to a concert tho
💙Patton💙
Slipping Through My Fingers
- I ACTUALLY ALMOST CRIED THINKING ABOUT THIS ONE :(
- It’s just- *sniff* PARENT OVERLOOKING THEIR KID WHO’S FINALLY ALL GROWN UP :((((
- ‘Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture, And save it from the funny tricks of time’ I CHOKED AND DIED :(
- Pat probably listens to this song sparingly, because he might relate just a lil too much
- He does like it, it’s just he’s a very emotional guy
- Honestly, he probably listens to ABBA just because it’s ABBA
- Jams to Dancing Queen tho
⚜️Janus⚜️
Voulez-Vous
- Come on now. The phrase ‘Nothing promised, no regrets’? Literally Janus in a nutshell.
- Not really his taste, but sometimes puts it on as a boost of some sort (Probably in the morning)
- I mean, this song is just a bop
- DEFINITELY plays the Just Dance version with Remus or one of the other sides
- I lied he likes playing all the ABBA songs on JD okay he just does
- Probably quotes the french in this song (Only Roman gets it, and 85% of the time he just doesn’t remember what it means)
🟩Remus⬛
Does Your Mother Know?
- Do I need to explain?
- This song is just- yes
- Would definitely tease someone interested in him exactly like this song does
- He’s just so silly
- Probably headbangs to ABBA’s more “explicit” songs
- This one though, he likes because of its funny lil’ indications
- Likes Mamma Mia! like Roman, but only because of the dirty jokes and the “funny” content
- Is pissed it’s not on Just Dance
- Most likely changes the lyrics sometimes to whatever weird things pop into his head that works
- Blasts ABBA music in the background when smashing things with his morningstar (need I explain? we all know he smashes things outta nowhere)
BONUS!!!
💤Sleep💤
Money, Money, Money
- You know this dude is about to spend all his money on starbucks
- It’s just- his aesthetic
- Would definitely marry a wealthy man/woman just for the money
- Hardcore ABBA fan, shut up you cannot change my freaking mind
- Knows all the words
- (Begrudgingly) Geeks out with Roman about it every once in a while
- Causes C!Thomas to lose sleep over this fact (Sleep literally just disappears)
- His personal playlist is half ABBA
- Scored Megastar on Just Dance on every ABBA song (Janus and Remus r jealous of his talent)
💗Emile💗
Chiquitita
- The song reminds me of the therapist friend, so ofc the boi himself deserves it
- Prefers to listen to cartoon soundtracks, though will make an exception every once and a while
- He’s such a sweetheart omg
- If C!Thomas and Emile met in some multiverse I feel like this song describes how a later interaction would go
- I forget that Sleep and Emile aren’t sides lolol
- Also really enjoys Super Trouper for some reason even he can’t explain, he just likes it lol
🌈C!Thomas🌈
Angeleyes
- Nico where u at bby gurl :0
- It’s one of those correlations you can’t explain in a simple way
- ‘Sometimes, when I’m lonely, I sit and think about him’ LIKE AWH ik the song is actually about a breakup BUT SHHHH LET ME BE DELUSIONAL
- Probably enjoys ABBA a moderate amount, he doesn’t really have a cohesive opinion
- Is tired of Roman’s bs tho lol
- There is a breakup mentioned in SaSi somewhere, so this song does kinda make sense in a way
- Vibes with Patton to Dancing Queen 100%
#logan sanders#patton sanders#remus sanders#roman sanders#sanders sides#ts roman#tss virgil#ts patton#ts sides#ts logan#ts janus#thomas sanders#ts headcanon#janus sanders#virgil sanders
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Mamma Mia! (2008)
👰♀️🏝️🎶
Based on the smash hit Broadway stage musical, this jukebox musical film tells the story of a young bride-to-be who, in the hopes of finding her father, invites three men from her mother’s carefree past to attend her wedding.
An extraordinary ensemble cast includes: Meryl Streep as single mother/hotel owner/former lead singer Donna Sheridan, Amanda Seyfried as sunny soon-to-be-wed Sophie Sheridan, Pierce Brosnan as possible father number one/Irish-American architect Sam Carmichael, Stellan Skarsgård as possible father number two/Swedish travel writer Bill Anderson, Colin Firth as possible father number three/British banker Harry Bright, Dominic Cooper as Sophie’s fiancé Sky, Julie Walters as former backup singer/successful author Rosie Mulligan and Christine Baranski as former backup singer/wealthy divorcée Tanya Chesham-Leigh.
Meryl Streep is a miraculous talent that has it all: star power, exuberance and a singing voice that literally strikes a chord directly in the hearts and minds of fans and audiences. Amanda Seyfried is not just a shining star, but she’s got an angelic voice that exudes charm and potential. Together, Streep and Seyfried form a delightful onscreen dynamic between mother and daughter. Both actresses are backed by a trio of diverse actors who have basically played James Bond (Brosnan), King George VI (Firth) and MCU’s Dr. Eric Selvig (Skarsgård), respectively. What’s more, Julie Walters and Christine Baranski are a pair of excellent female troupers who add wisecracks and class to the mix.
The story takes place on a fictional island in Greece, which in turn reflects a vibrant society complemented by a picturesque backdrop. It is that particular setting where its inhabitants are engrossed in the idea of finding someone to share their lives with.
Throughout the course of the film, a string of budding romances start to develop, though not without its share of chaos. As such, a dumbfounded Donna struggles to reconcile her past affairs, while Sophie in turn struggles to identify her real father.
This particular musical (both the film and stage adaptation) is built around a selection of songs from Swedish pop supergroup ABBA. The track list includes: “I Have a Dream”, “Honey, Honey”, “Money, Money, Money”, “Chiquitita”, “Dancing Queen”, “Our Last Summer”, “Lay All Your Love on Me”, “Super Trouper”, “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!”, “Voulez-Vous”, “SOS”, “Does Your Mother Know”, “Slipping Through My Fingers”, “The Winner Takes It All” (sung to perfection in an arresting performance by Meryl Streep), “When All Is Said and Done”, “Take a Chance on Me”, “Waterloo” and, of course, “Mamma Mia”. These songs not only exemplify the uninhibited quality of the story, but have left an indelible mark on the entertainment industry.
Lastly, the overall essence of Mamma Mia! is to embrace uncertainty as it is possible to define yourself without full knowledge of parentage. All in all, I recommend this upbeat, feel-good jukebox musical to every lover (and hater) of ABBA.
#mamma mia 2008#jukebox musical#ABBA#mother/daughter#meryl streep#donna sheridan#amanda seyfried#sophie sheridan#pierce brosnan#Sam Carmichael#stellan skarsgard#bill anderson#colin firth#harry bright#Julie Walters#christine baranski#Donna and the Dynamos#Greek wedding#Kalokairi
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🛏 : A sleeping headcanon + Poe bc I'm predictable on all fronts?
A sleeping headcanon with Poe
- Poe considers himself to be a very heavy sleeper (he claims that he would sleep through a tie fighter attack), which is why he always makes sure to never fall asleep before you. His heart just breaks at the idea of you tossing and turning with worries next to him or even having nightmares, while he keeps snoring soundly next to you. Of course, this has never actually happened. Because as soon as you show the slightest sign of discomfort during the night, he is immediately awake offering hugs, cuddles, comforting back rubs, a shoulder to cry on, sweet kisses, his soft and soothing voice, and whatever you may need to get back to sleep. Sometimes he doesn’t even have to be awake to offer his comfort. As soon as you become restless and he can’t feel you right next to him, he automatically reaches out for you in his sleep, pulls you close and into his embrace until your head comes to rest on his chest and he can bury his face in your hair. This also happens if you just accidentally roll out of each others embrace during the night.
- Nevertheless, he insists upon making sure that you have fallen asleep before he allows himself to do so, too. When you find it particularly hard to fall asleep and worry that this might lead to Poe not getting enough sleep himself, you try pretending to be asleep. So far, this hasn’t worked on one single occasion, as Poe knows too well what it sounds and feels like when you actually relax completely and fall asleep in his arms.
- One time he overheard you telling Finn how difficult it is for you to fall asleep whenever Poe isn’t lying right next to you. So he immediately started to put together a little collection for you with recordings of him singing lullabies from Yavin (sometimes messing up the lyrics on purpose to make you laugh) and telling silly jokes or cute bedtime stories his mother has told him back when he was a little boy. Initially, these files were stored in BB-8’s memory drive. One time, however, when Beebs plays you a particularly soothing recording of Poe’s singing, the little droid starts to doze off himself, which does not only result in a short circuit of his system, but also makes him play back a song called “Mamma Mia” (by a band called ABBA from a galaxy far, far away) at full blast, which wakes up half the base, the fall out of which results in a mandatory memory swipe of all files that aren’t directly related to the Resistance’s cause. (Beebs refuses to delete even a single memory of his cuddling sessions with Poe, though.)
- Whenever he can’t have you lying next to him at night, Poe sleeps with his head buried in your pillow and one of your shirts tightly clutched to his chest. One night when you get back from a quick trip to the refresher, you find him lying on your side of the bed, hugging your pillow, because “mhmhmissed you”.
- Early in your relationship it became a little ritual for the person who woke up first to wake up the other with the softest of touches and kisses imaginable. This quickly led to both of you pretending to be asleep as long as possible because being taken care of like that first thing in the morning is just too heavenly. After yet another morning meeting that you stumbled into way too late (and a raised eyebrow by Leia), you just decide to set an alarm for half an hour before you actually have to get up, just so that you’ll have at least a minimum amount of time for morning cuddles.
- There are those mornings, of course, when you simply can’t wait to bury your hand in his messy curls while slowly leaving a trail of tender kisses along his hairline, knowing perfectly well that he only pretends to be asleep. The first time you start to massage his head like that in the morning, he can’t stop himself from groaning, “Sweetheart, as much as I can’t get enough of this, you are supposed to wake me, not lull me back to sleep!” – “Mmhm, so you’re awake, then?” – “Oh kriff…” His following fake snores make you giggle so hard, he can’t help but join you, before pulling you into a tight yet comfy embrace, which doesn’t exactly help with mission “getting out of bed”, either.
- Sometimes, accidentally lulling him back to sleep is a neat trick to have the refresher all to yourself, of course. That is, if you even get as far as leaving the bed, because as soon as you turn to get up, Poe’s arm will shoot out from under the blankets and gently tug on whatever part of you he can get a hold of. “Not yet!” he will mumble. “Not yet what?” you will ask. “Not yet ready to let you go, Boops!” Fortunately, you don’t mind sharing the refresher in the slightest.
- More often than not, morning cuddles turn into cheeky tickle fights. Poe is not only extremely ticklish himself, he loves to have a go at you until you either squeal with delight or beg for mercy. Usually, the tickle attack won’t stop until you both tumble out of bed together. Whoever lands on top of the other, is usually really worried that the other one may have gotten hurt and therefore feels they have to make up for it. Poe is so good at being protective that he usually manages to make you land on top of him. Or maybe he just really really loves how you take care of him afterwards. And you will never be able to resist those baby ewok eyes looking up at you waiting for you to cover his face in soft and loving kisses.
I hope I did this correctly, thank you so much for sending that ask 🥰
#poe dameron#poe x reader#poe dameron x reader#fanfiction#my headcanons#chrissie tries to write#chrissie gifs
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During one of my shower rock fests that are actually just my personal prompt generator time I realised that Transformers Prime X ABBA works weirdly well
Dancing queen - Cue compilation of Transformers Prime best moments, including any bot dance moves (aka all of Starscream’s dramatic monologues and that time Bee danced with Raf)
Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! - Literally just the decepticons✨
Mamma Mia - The Autobots✨
The Winner Takes It All - Megatron and Optimus in a buttshell
Take a Chance on Me - Knockout when Starscream’s trying to become leader.
Waterloo - Optimus anytime death is within his grasp (before it’s replaced with life)
Knowing Me, Knowing You - Optimus when he’s willing to kill Megsypoo
One of Us - quite literally A N Y Autobot that appears in the show.
Fernando - IS ARCEE SINGING ABOUT CLIFF.
SOS - Bee (platonic love because it would be about Optimus [season 1] or Ratchet [start of season 3])
Super Trouper - Synth-En Ratchet
Lay All Your Love on Me - Starscream anytime he’s sucking up to Megatron
Chiquitita - Team Prime when Bumblebee during Operation: Bumblebee
Does Your Mother Know - Autobot and Decepticon anthem when a decepticon is trying to get into an Autobot’s head. (Figuratively.)
Voulez-Vous - Imagine all the season finales except this song plays throughout the concluding battles.
Money, Money, Money - The song for the montage of Autobots just taking the scrap that happens to them.
Thank You For The Music - Honestly? Orion Pax singing this. It’s not plot relevant. But him singing quietly to himself while he works.
I do, I do, I do, I do, I do - *screams in trying to work out if this is Megatron to Orion, the decepticons to Megatron, Knockout to Breakdown (or visa versa)*
Slipping Through My Fingers - I DON’T CARE IF I JUST LOOK TO FAR INTO IT, RATCHET OR OPTIMUS SINGING ABOUT BUMBLEBEE. FIGHT ME.
Our Last Summer - ANY RECOUNTS OF CYBERTRON.
So Long - Soundwave. Soundwave. Soundwave.Soundwave.Soundwavesoundwavesoundwavesoundwa-
Tiger - Smokescreen trying to act reckless while an Autobot is always on his ass. OR MECH theme song.
Honey, Honey - Shockwave fans when Shockwave.
Nah but Knockout and Breakdown.
She’s My Kinda Girl - Megatron when Orion.
TODAY I FOUND OUT ABBA HAS A SONG CALLED ‘BUMBLEBEE’ AND IT PERFECTLY DEPICTS WHAT IT WOULD FEEL LIKE LISTENING TO BUMBLEBEE’S AND RAF’S THOUGHTS ABOUT EACH OTHER AND HOW THEY SPEND THEIR TIME TOGETHER.
I may do more later.
But I think you get it.
edit:
Under Attack - must I explain? MUST I?
#transformers#transformers prime#tfp#maccadam#abba#transformers Prime and Abba#i may have a new drawing project now#I used to believe the lyric for one of us was ‘one of us is lying#one of us is dying’#honestly I think the lyric would’ve fit even better#I may have cried listening or ‘slipping through my fingers’
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Nov. 8th 2022
Today is the day I make a comeback and confess a few things.
I apologise to all of my followers but my real name is not Natasha. My actual name is Heather. Natasha was a pseudonym, which was named after a Marvel character. I have been writing in secret because I was ashamed of writing fanfiction in front of my parents.
But now they are no longer with us, I have decided after a year of absence, I will be myself. However, everything on my Tumblr page was all real and made by me.
Me being a coloured bisexual woman with social anxiety has made me hesitant to come out, but now I am brave enough to face the shame of having a fake name to write what I am passionate about.
So, it’s time to start anew and write some more stuff.
Again, I apologise for everything and I hope you can forgive me.
Below is some of the story ideas I am hoping to write in the upcoming weeks...
Unholy (Sam Smith, Kim Petras) - Jeremy Renner
ROXANNE (Arizona Zerves) - Mike McLusky
She Looks so Perfect (5SOS) - Clint Barton
Does Your Mother Know (ABBA) - Jeremy Renner
Kiwi (Harry Styles) - Sebastian Stan
Kings & Queens (Ava Max) - Jeremy Renner
Material Girl (Madonna) - Tony Stark
This Love (Maroon 5) - Mike McLusky
Coast (Hailee Steinfeld) - Jeremy Renner
Unholy - The reader works at an exotic dance club in Toronto, which is the location of filming Mayor of Kingstown season 2. And of course, that is where Mike goes in one of the episodes. Jeremy is uncomfortable with this situation at first, until he finds you in the club.
ROXANNE - A new girl called Roxanne comes to Kingstown, Michigan. She is ex-military for the British army and gets tangled in Mike’s job in hunting down Milo Sunter.
She Looks so Perfect - During his visit to New York, he sees a busker singing and playing the guitar (which is the reader) and he takes an interest in her.
Does your Mother Know - In a 70s AU, Jeremy and the reader fall in love. The reader works in a diner whilst Jeremy is in a band. He sees the reader’s potential as a singer. He gives her a chance in his band.
Kiwi - On the set of Pam and Tommy, you work as a makeup artist. After a one night stand with Sebastian, you find out that you’re pregnant with his baby.
Kings & Queens - In a royalty AU, you and Jeremy are both king and queen from rival kingdoms. But an unknown threat forces the two of you to work together to bring peace to both kingdoms.
Material Girl - You are Stark’s personal assistant after Pepper gets promoted to CEO of Stark Industries. Of course you think Tony is flirting with you. Turns out you’re right.
This Love - You are an ex-police officer and is now Mike’s new assistant. He starts to fall for you after you take care of him every day and save his ass in a bar fight. And that’s when he finds out he likes you.
Coast - You are an aspiring music artist who is sharing an apartment with Hailee. You both attend a party where Hailee is hosting it and you notice she invited Jeremy, your celebrity crush, to the party.
#jeremy renner#sebastian stan#tony stark#avengers#marvel#clint barton#clint barton x reader#jeremy renner x reader#mike mclusky#hettiesworld
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A Flower Yet To Bloom (Episode 1)
Warning: This story will have death, violence and angst and mentions of blood, there will be mentions of blades and weapons, please proceed with caution.
I should be paying attention, but honestly I’ve heard the Lord’s proposal a thousand times. Instead, my focus is on my sister, Zuri.
She looks so free, sitting outside with her back to the courts, mother wanted me to accompany her to court today. This will all be mine someday, so I need to learn the policies and how to rule over such a large kingdom, how to not be swayed by gentle words, but I grew up in the courts, I knew the rules before I could talk. I think my mother just wants me to learn how to appear regal. How to not run out to the fields anytime and everytime that I am bothered. I know she only wants the best for me, but I find this bit tedious every single time. I do not need to know how to appear polite and how to mask what I mean to be a good ruler. I just need to know how to listen and how to be unbiased.
“And that’s why I want the courts to be exclusive,” The Lord finally concludes and mother looks even more weary than when we started.
“I understand, Lord Abbas, but the courts are meant to be the home of justice and changing that will lead to more problems than solutions. Perhaps if you feel uncomfortable coming to court, you can send another member from your house?” My mind immediately flashes to the third of the Lord’s children, Eren.
Imagining Eren in court is…funny to say the least. Eren’s built for the sunny outdoors, she would hate being forced to stay in court.. He’s been trained for battle his whole life, you can hardly blame her.
I am so lost in my thoughts that I don’t notice the messenger bursting into court. She looks breathless, I recognise her as sloan, our newest pager. She looks like she should be the one sitting on my seat. Her dark dreads remind me of the deep depths of the ocean, and she always carries herself impeccably, even in a simple white messenger’s outfit, she demands your full attention. Or perhaps it’s the abrupt nature of her entrance.
“I apologise,my queen, but this cannot wait.” There is worry on her face, she looks at my mother urgently. Dread washes over me, and judging by mother’s expression, she’s been caught off guard.
“The court will reassemble shortly,” I call out. Mother looks grateful, and whispers her thanks, but her voice breaks.
Why does it break? What news does Sloan carry?
♕
My questions are left unanswered. Mother is swept away by her guards as soon as the court is dismissed, no one allows me to meet her. In the end, I am practically thrown outside, and I find myself wandering around the gardens.
Perhaps a talk with Zuri will clear my head? I run down to the shore, she sits quietly, sketching in her little book like she always does. Books are spread out around her, bowls of food lie unguarded for the servants’ children to take as they play around her. It’s quaint and strangely cosy.
I tap her shoulder three times, our code. She turns her head, a lazy smile on her face, “Escaped finally?” she signs.
“No, you’re talking to a ghost” I sign back. “Liar,” Zuri says. And I laugh, no matter how many years pass, Zuri is still my favourite person. She’s my older sister, my rival, a headache, and a menace. I love her so much.
Her wedding is fast approaching but until father returns there can be no discussion of it. So she spends her days, lying in wait, trying desperately to not be a whiny, lovesick teenager, she mostly fails but we let her believe that we don’t hear her long suffering sighs at night.
I sit down next to her, and listen to her talk about her paintings. I tell her about the Lord’s proposal mostly, I just skirt around the real bother. The mysterious message carried by Sloan. As I listen to her talk about a painting of Arno, her beloved, my mind wanders. Could the message be related to our ongoing war with the Mensonges? Maybe father was coming home? But father couldn't come home until the war was over, until a treaty was signed or a kingdom conquered, mother wouldn’t allow it. I wouldn’t allow it.
Sharp nails dig into my flesh and I whimper, Zuri really needs to stop doing that. “Are you listening?” she asks.
“Of course! What kind of sister do you think I am?”
The kind who doesn't listen.
“The distracted kind,” Zuri’s voice is poisonous, and her grip is bruising but her words are true.
“I’m not-”
“Pardon me princesses, but the queen has requested your presence,” A meek voice speaks up, and I smile, thankful for the intervention.
“Of course, we’ll be there in a second,” Still angry, Zuri waves the servant away but they’re determined, they don’t move.
Curious, I turn to see which servant would stand their ground while facing the wrath of one of the scariest people I know.
“Hey princess,” Eren’s lopsided grin greets me. I rush towards them, probably a bit too childlike for the heir of the throne, but at that moment the only thing I can think about is Eren.
Eren with her ridiculously pretty brown eyes, and her bit too long hair. They meet me halfway, my arms wrap around them and a laugh escapes me. Their mere presence melts away my worries from the morning. He’s gained more muscle and is darker due to his time at sea but she’s still Eren. My Eren.
I pull away and smile, if she’s back it must mean that the war has finally ended? Right? It must mean that father can come home right? I think it wise not to mention the war just yet. Instead, I follow Eren and the servant that came to fetch us up to mother’s quarters.
“He’s arriving tonight.” Mother tells us, I haven’t seen her this happy since the war started. for once, We’re alone in her chambers.
For a moment, My mother isn’t Raheesa the queen of Aiga, she’s just a mother. She’s just a lovesick girl waiting for her lover, just another woman. It suits her.
“Shouldn’t we tell the kingdom that the war’s over?" I ask. Far too many innocent citizens have been employed to fight, so the kingdom will be overjoyed to find that they’re coming back.
“We should, and we will, just breathe for a moment. Oh! He’s coming back Raja! It’s been so long!” She looks ten years younger, and I smile as she embraces Zuri and I. Our family will finally be complete after so long! It’s surreal. After so many years, there will finally be a king in Aiga’s court, Zuri will finally be able to marry Arno. If a few happy tears fall, we don’t address it.
♕
Mother decides that she wants to announce the end of the war herself. We accompany her down till the townsquare and we cheer just as loudly as the townspeople when she tells them. It’s over. Ten years of trauma all neatly tied up. It feels a little too simple, but what do I know? I had never been allowed on the front lines. I keep my doubts to myself and watch everyone celebrate, mother’s barely audible when she tells us all about the ball. I wonder if Zuri hears her. Does she worry as well?
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Author's note: IT'S HERE. I HAVE UPLOADED IT. BE PROUD. I'm aware that this is, mmm not adequate and too short but I personally think that the second chapter (coming next saturday, 23rd of July) is much more thing happeny but I like what I wrote! Shoutout to mod Sam for proofreading and hyping me up, oh and thankyou my irl sister for proofreading as well.
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MEET ADDISON !
if you’re hearing DANCING QUEEN by ABBA playing, you have to know ADDISON GAGLIARDI (SHE/HER; CIS FEMALE) is near by! the 26 year old SINGER/SONGWRITER has been in denver for, like, 6 YEARS (on/off). they’re known to be quite FANCIFUL, but being AMBITIOUS seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble MADELAINE PETSCH. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those SCRIBBLING DOWN LYRICS ON ANYTHING SHE CAN FIND, DANCING ON TABLES, ECHOING LAUGHTER, FALLING IN AND OUT OF LOVE TOO QUICKLY, SMILE AS BRIGHT AS THE SUN, FOREVER CHASING A DREAM vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the RINO DISTRICT long enough!
NAME: addison ‘addie’ gagliardi
AGE: twenty-six
HOMETOWN: memphis, tennessee
BIRTHDAY: july 1st
ZODIAC: cancer
GENDER: female she/her
SEXUALITY: bicurious
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single. this week, at least.
OCCUPATION: singer/songwriter barista when money is low
[ tw: none? for once. who am I ? .]
• Addison grew up with a single mother, Bianca, and the two were as close as could be. Of course, Addison spent many nights wondering about her father and there was always a sense of missing out, but it was hard to miss someone you never truly had. And her mother was more than enough. Supportive of every dream, big or small.
• And dreams she had, always, from a very young age. They ranged from normal to downright outrageous, but the one that always stuck was to be a singer. Addison was practically singing before she even spoke. Always ready to put in a musical performance at the drop of a hat no matter the time or place.
• Addison was somewhat popular in high school but she was often made fun of for having such big aspirations. However, she never let anyone bring her down. And it was in her late teens that she really started to keep her mother on her toes, between first crushes and sneaking out with the latest cowboy who made her heart flutter. But she always found herself so easily bored and I’m search of something new.
• Despite staying in one place for the majority of her life. Addison was always struck with wanderlust, and so after she and her mother moved to Denver six years ago, Addison would often pack a bag and take off on a whim, exploring as much of the world as she could and learning new ways of life/finding muse for the songs that she writes.
HEADCANNONS
• If she doesn’t tell you what she’s thinking, her face will most certainly tell you. She is very expressive and doesn’t hold much back. Best to be honest, right ?
• Is super good at impressions. Like so good !
• Song lyrics written on anything and everything ? Yes. On her skin, on napkins, on your muses belongings ? Like I’m so sorry but I couldn’t let it go out of my head without writing it down.
• Her music style is very country/pop ! She can play both guitar and piano very well.
• worked at the green thumb cafe until about a year ago when the music thing took off a little bit. didn’t do a whole lot of serving tbh, her heads too far in the clouds.
• says honey way too much, does not mean it to be condescending at all. she also lives by the Dolly Parton quote “if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.”
• a natural flirt, she doesn’t even mean it half the time, and will be confused at when someone thinks she’s coming onto them.
• sunshine and a wild child rolled into one. forever chasing a thrill/dream. just wants to live an exciting life tbh.
• peach flavoured things are her absolute fave. peach ring gummies, peach tea, peach cobbler, peach popsicles. all the peach. also owns multiple articles of clothing with peaches on them.
• she owns way too many cowboy hats/boots. you can take the girl out of Tennessee but you can’t take the Tennessee out of the girl.
more tba.
WANTED CONNECTIONS
Best friend - Either from childhood or from when she moved to Denver. Someone who indulges all of her dreams and vice versa. They have so much fun together ! A lot of laughter but sometimes they make room for a few tears.
Ex boyfriend - Chaotic, probably. Very on/off whirlwind of emotions type thing. The main muse behind all of her greatest breakup/gooey songs. We’re not good for one another but there might just always be a pull/chance type vibe.
You annoy me but I think I also kind of like it — we butt heads constantly but I maybe also think about kissing you sometimes kind of thing please and thank you. Challenge her please, she loves it really.
First f/f experience - truly an awakening. she still very much loves the boys, but girls ? girls are amazing too.
anything, everything.
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♥️🌌 15, 17, 19, 85 🌠♥️
🚂🚃 asks
15. Is there a song, book, movie, or other piece of media that has drastically altered your life? What was it, are there multiple?
There are multiple, yes. *cracks knuckles*
Novels:
1. The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton.
I will never be able to explain what this book means to me. It's a fabulous, ineffable feeling that no other piece of media has ever made me feel. I'm so different from Lily Bart, and yet i find her so relatable, so easy to understand. Her incapacity to reconcile two conflicting ideas, her lack of drive, her lack of self-worth beyond being a beautiful vessel; how her mother's influence has shaped her ideals, how Selden challenges them and why that appeals her so much. The world Lily's mother built for her is crumbling, and she's helpless. She's her own worst enemy.
I had to microdose this novel because it made my heart physically ache. I knew from the start she was doomed, and at the end i cried for her, and i cried for myself fearing i will suffer the same fate.
2. Notre Dame de Paris.
A shallow reading of this novel won't make it justice. The Disney movie is like: the monster is actually human / the human is actually a monster yadda yadda yadda, boring (still a good movie tho). The book doesn’t have such a stale dichotomy. Claude Frollo is terrifyingly human and terrifyingly well portrayed. I remember getting goose bumps when i read the boat scene in which Frollo —like Charon ferrying the souls of the dead across the waters of Hades— ferries Esmeralda to the other side of the shore, where he (also as the role of judge) will decide her final sentence.
3. Of Human Bondage.
The movie does not do justice to the book. Yes, Bette's performance ✨️talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before✨️, etc. But the book is better. In the novel Philip himself is incapable of understanding why he's so frightfully in love with Mildred, he's in a constant struggle to get over it. He hates Mildred, he desperately loves her, he hates himself for loving her. *Insert ouroboros encircling Cupid: love is self devouring here*. And Mildred...well, I can't figure her out, she confuses me. In the movie (as with Frollo) she is just plain bad. But in the book she's a constant ????? she's petty, she's mean and manipulative, but she is also capable of being incredibly naive, of giving in to passionate impulses and of feeling compassion. I think Mildred is far more stupid than evil, which once again makes her more human.
Poetry:
Devotions.
Mary oliver was right: You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Completely changed my view of the world and shaped me into the person that i am today.
Shows:
The x Files.
I have nothing to say that hasn't already been said by the x files meta writers on this app.
Movies:
The Sound of Music.
It somehow feels like a movie adaptation of Mary Oliver's poetry. 174 minutes of pure joy.
17. What's the most interesting coincidence you've had happen to you (or someone you know)?
Sorry to disappoint you querida but i have no idea.
Many interesting coincidences have happened to me! almost all of them related to coincidentally meeting a key person in my life.
19. In general, is there any historical event you desperately want to witness?
85. What memories would describe as your "core" ones?
My mom clumsily playing videogames just for the sake of spending time with me. My dad sleepily reading Donald Duck comics to me at night and me asking him to not fell asleep and to go on, go on! bc i was a such a restless, full of life child and couldn't understand how the people around me was so drained. My childhood summers. ABBA on the car radio while travelling. The first time my cat looked at me with his big baby blue eyes. Meeting you. My last year of highschool which was the only one good.
100 questions to talk about on the late night train at 11:04 pm
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This is a bit random but some days ago I went to an open air screening (is that how you call it?) of Mamma Mia in the evening/at night and I just wanted to tell you how magical it was. The environment was beautiful, the sunset, then the night sky and all the stars while Mamma Mia was playing. During the Does your mother know scene it started raining and it didn’t end but it was a nice summer rain so it was just adding to the atmosphere. Honestly it was just such a vibe and truly amazing. I just wanted to share this with you! (Hope you have a lovely and great week 💕💕)
-ABBA Anon
Aaawe, that honestly sounds like one of those movie moments of life that you never forget 🥲💞 I've never been to one of those outdoors movie thingies but this actually inspired me a little. Thank you for sharing, its always a pleasure when one of your lil messages finds it's way to my inbox <333
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Sid Seth – “Hopeless War” (Song Premiere)
Today is a great day to share the latest single and lyric video from singer-songwriter Sid Seth called “Hopeless War.” With a sound that fits somewhere between the classic soul/pop of Stevie Wonder and the modern flair of Harry Styles, Sid Seth is really coming into his own on songs like this. I was also able to catch up with this artist for a brief interview below.
Can you tell me a little more about how the Indian music you grew up with influences your sound?
I grew up thankfully with a lot of music. My mother introduced me to ABBA, Simon & Garfunkel etc. whereas my father would sing Indian Ragas every morning and they were in the back of my head growing up. I listened to varied styles of Indian music from Classical to Hindustani Folk to Bollywood Music. I guess what I connected with was melody. Indian music (in general) is a very melodic heavy music. And the kind of music I heard and still enjoy regardless of any language usually has a good melody or melody that works with the lyrics. I think the varied choices of melody in Indian music probably influenced my sound. Whenever I’ve written a song, say it’s a down in the dumps ballad or a storytelling song or a dance bop, I play it for my friends and family and see if they sing even one section of the song after the first play. If that happens, I feel that song has done justice in marrying the message of the song and the melody I came up with.
Where do you pull inspiration from for your lyrics? Does life in NYC, where you’re based now, ever make its way into the lyrics?
Real life! Haha. My friends know that very well. The most random things inspire me – a conversation, word, color, phrase and sometimes it’s just fantasy or activating my alter ego. Definitely! My previous single “Caffeine High” was all about NYC, nightlife and finding someone unexpectedly in the city. Hopeless War was also written in NY. The place really impacts the writing in my opinion. I don’t know how to explain it but the rhythm of each place has its uniqueness. And of course, my lyrics are heavily influenced by NY in general. NY has a tone, rhythm, feel and overarching sound. It’s like when I hear a record, I immerse myself in that world. Some records instantly take you to a sunny beach, while others make you want to take a quiet stroll, lost in thoughts at a busy NY intersection. Plus the life and people are so diverse in the city that you subconsciously end up exploring so many options. It’s like with one group of your friends you might use a certain language and with someone close the vernacular would be completely different. So I guess the endless options in the city really impact the songwriting.
What do you hope for in the future per your music? Can we expect any touring/albums/music videos?
I am very grateful for the people who are hearing my music for the first time, and helping me build a community. As more of my projects are released, I hope people will connect with the different shades of life that I explore in my music. If my music ends up being a friend to people that I do not have direct contact with, that would really make me happy. So I hope for that in the future. At the moment, I am doing lots of shows in NY and soon, in other nearby cities. I post about it on my socials and website! I am too nervous to make a music video, but I am very excited to start doing it sometime soon. I love love love albums! I have an entire project in mind. So I hope that comes to fruition.
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Final instalment of my record review posts for 2022:
Classic 90s [disc 2] - 6/10
I got this 3-disc set in the charity shop because it had Spaceman by Babylon Zoo on it. It’s not on this disc, which is the R&B/hip-hop/dance disc.
Highlights: 2 perfect records: Informer by Snow and Groove Is In The Heart by Deee-Lite
Lowlights: a couple of the R&B girlgroup ones - Don’t Let Go (Love) by En Vogue and Dream On Dreamer by the Brand New Heavies (and btw I assumed they were a shitty alt-rock band based on that name, not an R&B vocal group). Also Missing by Everything But The Girl is on there and I don’t like that song at all.
Arctic Monkeys - Favourite Worst Nightmare 9/10
One of my fave AM records clearly.
Highlight: 505, obviously.
Lowlight: If You Were There, Beware is the one I like least but it’s still good.
The Clash - The Story Of The Clash - 8/10
This is a double-vinyl best-of set that I inherited from my dad, who has everything The Clash ever put out.
Highlights: a number of my fave Clash songs are on here - Should I Stay Or Should I Go, Straight To Hell, Train In Vain, I Fought The Law, Bankrobber, (White Man) In Hammersmith Palais, Career Opportunities and London Calling
Lowlights: everything else on here is good, if not great, I can’t pick out any bad ones!
ABBA Gold - 9/10
Probably the first band I was properly obsessed with, I listened to this album so much as a kid so these songs, in this order, are really part of me. Every one of them is great.
Highlights: 2 moments in the tracklisting where there are 3 perfect songs in a row: Take A Chance On Me/Mamma Mia/Lay All Your Love On Me and Voulez-Vous/Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight)/Does Your Mother Know
Now 8 [tape 2] - 5/10
This belonged to my mum and I was looking forward to giving it a listen but the tape is so worn that it wouldn’t even play side 3 and a lot of side 4 sounded like it was being played underwater. Gutted because side 3 started with Don’t Give Up by Peter Gabriel and Kate Bush, which I adore, but sadly Peter drowned before the end of the first verse so I could only rate side 4.
Good: You Keep Me Hangin’ On by Kim Wilde, French Kissing In The USA by Debbie Harry, The Wizard by Paul Hardcastle
Average: everything else
Madonna - Erotica - 6/10
I’ve listened to Erotica quite a lot this year while writing something set around the era it came out and I’ve always called it one of my fave Madonna works but it turns out I like the ~vibe~ more than the songs themselves. Overall rating for this is ‘good’.
Highlight: Erotica itself remains one of my favourite Madonna songs
Lowlight: In This Life is overly long and I got bored with it
7″s 381-385
5 singles from 1981:
- This Is Radio Clash by The Clash - 10/10 sleeve design, both songs good but essentially just the same song twice
- Ant Rap by Adam and the Ants - delicious picture sleeve portrait of Adam, Ant Rap itself is just noise but the B-side Friends is good
- You Scare Me To Death by Marc Bolan - a posthumous release to tie in with a book by/about him (not sure which). Both songs on the record are good and it came with a bonus flexi-disc of Bolan airing his thoughts on other pop stars, it’s cool to hear him speak but not essential listening
- Just Can’t Get Enough by Depeche Mode - the highlight of the set and a great pop song, not bothered about the instrumental b-side though
- Lie Dream of a Casino Soul by The Fall - it’s fine, the b-side is way too long, I don’t actually like The Fall but I didn’t hate this
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Hope I’ve Got Something To Lose - MCU AU fanfic - C20
Story overview: Peter has an accident, and Tony makes a drastic decision. In the midst of everything, a face from the past reappears - but Peter isn’t too sure about reconnecting after everything that’s happened.
Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19
Part of my irondad and spiderson series.
Warnings/themes: injury, hospital stuff, hurt/comfort, mental health stuff, family stuff, corporal punishment, friendship
You can also find me on AO3
Random add-on: By some mad coincidence by way of my mix on youtube, I ending up listening to There’s A Kind Of Hush by The Carpenters while I wrote the Liz+Peter scene, so if you want a soundtrack for the end, there you have it
Chapter 20 - Me and You
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Peter slept peacefully. He woke up in the morning feeling rested and content.
“So, was an argument all you needed to get all the nightmare stuff out of your system?” Liz asked at breakfast.
“Uhhh, I don’t really think that’s how it works” Peter said.
“You did sleep better last night though, didn’t you? Something must have helped”
“Yeah...” Peter looked over at Flo, who was talking to Tony over by the fridge. “I- uh... I slept in my parents bed last night”
He could feel himself turning red. Liz blinked a bit.
“Oh” she said.
“You think I’m a big baby, don’t you?”
“Oh yes, definitely” she smiled at him. “Well, if it helps, there’s nothing wrong with that. I just can’t imagine crawling in with mine”
“Mm. I never usually have nightmares if I’m next to people”
“When did you realise that one?”
“...Some time after the accident. I used to be able to sleep better during the day, too. Without the nightmares” Peter shook his head. “So, what do you want to do today?”
“Relax. Let’s spend the day by the sea. Didn’t your parents say we’re here for sea air? Let’s make the most of it while we can”
-
Somehow, they managed to while a full day away on the beach. It was hot, and they were happy enough splashing about in the sea and then lounging about reading afterwards. They had a few little breaks to go and get ice creams, and then up to the chippy for lunch later on.
Tony joined them some time in the afternoon, and they had a mad game of tag (Tony wisely spurned Flo’s suggestion of Stuck In The Mud). While they were running about, Tony couldn’t help imagining having a little toddler tottering about with them, and Loki joining in and giving the little kid the upper hand in every game. It was a dream that was starting to feel like a reality already. Tony was happy. He caught hold of Peter and kissed his neck and tickled his tummy, making the boy squeak and laugh and wriggle. Tony loved hearing him laugh, seeing him smile. Seeing him happy. That was the way he should always be.
-
“Can you believe this our fifth night here?” Peter said, sitting cross-legged on the bed while Tony got ready for bed.
“It’s gone so quickly” Tony said. “It’ll be sad to go home”
“Yeah, it will. I like it here. I’m getting used to it. I think the salty taste on my lips is permanent now. I like being by the sea”
“Me too, kiddo” he paused, looking at Loki and sighing sadly. “Poor daddy. He loves the sea too, and he’s basically missed out on half the holiday”
“He’ll be better tomorrow. He’ll be up and about, you’ll see”
“I hope so” Tony said, climbing into bed and pulling Peter close, tucking the covers round them. “You wore yourself out today”
“It was a pretty active day” Peter said. “It was good though”
“You’ve been fighting sleep since about half five. Time to settle down now, pet”
“Ok” Peter nodded, cuddling close. “Goodnight, dad”
“Goodnight, son”
-
Peter was right, to an extent. When he and the girls got back to the house the next evening, they found Loki sat in the kitchen with Tony, nursing a mug of tea.
“Daddy! You’re up!”
Loki put his mug down so his drink wouldn’t spill when Peter bounded over and jumped into his lap.
“Are you getting better now?” Peter asked, hugging him tight.
“I think so” Loki said, giving Peter a hug and kissing his cheek. “I’m getting there”
“Good” Peter said. “I want you to come out with us”
“Not today, pet. Maybe tomorrow, if I’m up to it”
Peter pouted, but didn’t push him. Loki picked his mug back up, taking a drink.
“What did you get up to today?”
“We’ve just been messing about on the beach, mostly, and looking in the shops again” Peter said, omitting the fact they’d also been climbing on the rocks.
“Ah, how lovely. You’ve been swimming, haven’t you?”
“Well. Paddling” Peter said. “But the waves were pretty big, so we got wet”
“I thought as much: I could taste the salt on you, and I can smell it, too”
“Is that a good thing?”
“It’s not a bad thing” Loki said, tipping the boy off his lap. “Go and spend some time with your friends”
“We’ve been together all day!” Peter protested. “Can’t I stay with you for a bit?”
“I love you, darling, but you’re too energetic for me right now. Run along”
Peter looked at Tony for help. Tony shrugged.
“Better do as you’re told, pet”
-
Flo pushed a postcard at Peter, and another one at Liz.
“Can you write on these?” she asked.
“What do you want us to write?” Peter asked.
“Anything. Just anything” Flo said. “Maybe... Write it as though I’m not here, and you’re sending it to me. Or something. I don’t know”
Peter and Liz looked at each other, and shrugged.
“Have you got a pen?”
They both had a think, and then set to writing. Liz looked at the picture of seals on her postcard.
Dear Flo,
It’s a shame we didn’t get to see any seals, considering all the signs saying to look out for them! Maybe it’s the wrong time of year - or maybe we’re just unlucky! It’s been fun hanging out with you this week. I can see why Peter likes you.. and Loki and Tony. I think I’ll miss you when I go back home. We’ll have to stay in touch!
Love from Liz xx
Peter looked at the picture of the seafront on his postcard.
Dear Flo,
Remember that text you sent me, promising salty kisses? Liar.
I’m joking; I don’t mind. Thanks for being here. It’s good being able to hang out with you in a completely different setting. I can’t believe that you’d never been to England before, when you grew up in so much money and went on holidays so often. Still, you’ve been now, so you can tick it off the list. Millie knows, but Macy’ll probably go mad when she finds out. You know what she’s like.
Lots of love, Peter xxx <3
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Flo looked at Liz and Peter, talking quietly beside her, and Tony, scrolling on his tablet on the armchair.
“I’m tired” she said. “Is it ok if I have an early night?”
Tony looked up. “Sure. You don’t have to ask”
“Thank you” she gave Peter and Liz a hug, and then got up.
“Goodnight, Flo”
“Night, Peter” she paused by Tony’s chair, and then hugged him too.
Tony hugged her back. “Goodnight, Flopsy. See you in the morning”
-
Flo knocked on the master bedroom door, and pushed it open. Loki was just in his towel, having only just gotten out of the bath.
“Oh, it’s you” he said, sitting down on the bed. “Everything ok?”
“I was wondering if you’d do something for me”
Loki gestured to the space beside him on the bed, and she sat down obediently.
“What have you got there?”
Flo showed him the postcard and pen in her hands. “I’ve always bought lots of postcards on holiday, ever since I was a tiny girl”
“I’m a bit of a one for postcards, too” Loki said. “Back when Tony and I first got together, and I was still living with my brother, he used to send me postcards every time he went away, even if he was only gone for one night. I’ve still got them all in a shoe box somewhere. I buy my own everywhere I go now, too”
“That’s so cute” she looked at her hands, and the postcard. “Ever since I was tiny, whenever I went on holiday with my dad, he’d always take one of my postcards and write on it, even though we were both there together. He always put how old I was at the time on them. I’ve got them all in a photo album, and I like looking through them, seeing how the way he talked changed through the years. I like looking at them when I’m sad, because then I can remember all those good moments. Do you understand?”
“I do” Loki said. “I’ve never met your father. Is he nice?”
Flo nodded. “He’s lovely. You might like him. I think Tony definitely would. He’s an architect, and he loves the Stark Industry stuff, even though it’s outside of his remit”
“What about your mother?”
Flo was quiet for a moment. “She doesn’t like me much”
“What? Now, I’m sure that’s not true” Loki said. “Everyone likes you. Why wouldn’t she?”
“I’m not like her. I think that’s always annoyed her a bit. Dad said we never really got time to bond. She went away when I was little”
“I see”
“No you don’t” Flo looked at him. “She got cancer, when I was small. Too small to remember. She went away and lived with her parents. She took my sister, but left me with dad. It took her a long time to fight it. She didn’t come home until I was nearly five, but we used to visit. I was different from her even back then. She blamed my dad”
“Different how?”
“Well. I know it sounds silly, but different in how I dress, and the things I like. She didn’t like it when I showed up in frilly dresses and pink. She was always trying to put me in dungarees and little jeans and stuff, but I never liked it. It still annoys her now that I don’t wear that kind of thing. She’s always been a tomboy, as long as I can remember, and definitely before. She likes that, she wants me to be the same. But I like dresses... She doesn’t like my personality either”
“What’s not to like? You’re a lovely girl. And you certainly know how to keep people in order”
“I don’t think so” Flo said. “She says I’m too polite and timid. I think she always wanted feisty kids”
“What’s your sister like?”
“Well, she’s like my mothers mini-me. She’s older, she’s nearly thirty, so she doesn’t live with us anymore. I don’t see her very often, but we Skype. But she’s definitely way more like mother. I think she was my mothers vision, her dream child, and then I was... me”
Loki put an arm round her shoulders.
“I love my sister, but it’s annoying sometimes, because she can do no wrong, and I can do no right”
“Believe me, Flo, I know exactly what it’s like to live in someone’s shadow. Just count yourself lucky you’re not closer in age. My brother and I were constantly compared. In that mans eyes, I can still do no right. You learn not to care. Or at least, you learn not to care so much. You can’t really change what you like, and you can only change yourself to a certain extent. If I were you, I wouldn’t bother. Your father loves you, and sometimes one parent is enough”
“Are you and your mother close?”
“Well, we were. A long time ago. I haven’t seen her for years”
“Do you mind?”
“...Sometimes” he moved his arm and carefully took the postcard and pen from her. “Right, let’s see...”
Flo,
You’ve always been the best of the bunnies. It’s been good having you around. It’s been good seeing Peter with his friends. It’s endearing. You’ll understand that if you ever have children in your life in the future.
Sorry I haven’t been around much, but my flare-ups always chose their moments (always the bad ones), and there’s not much I can do about it. I hope you’ve enjoyed your little trip anyway.
As I always tell Peter; ‘Chin up. Stiff upper lip’
Loki x
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Tony watched Peter and Liz over the top of his tablet. Their heads were resting against each other, and they were holding hands. Peter had his eyes on the screen, but Liz seemed a little distracted. Quietly, he stood up and left the room.
-
Loki wasn’t very happy about being woken up.
“What?!” he snapped.
“I want to talk to you”
Loki scowled and sat up reluctantly, reaching for his Lucozade. “What is it?”
“I want to talk about Peter... And about Flo and Liz. And Malaki”
Loki lowered the bottle. “What about them?”
“Well... I’m not sure how to say it”
“Just spit it out, Tony: I’m too tired for your riddles”
Tony sat next to him, taking his hand. “Should we put a stop to it?”
Despite his fatigue, Loki knew what he was getting at straight away. He sighed heavily.
“Tony, you were a rich slut once too”
“Uhh, rude. I was a playboy”
“Same thing, isn’t it?”
Tony scowled, and nodded reluctantly. “Peter’s not like me. Look, I think him and Liz are getting close. I see the way she looks at him. So that might happen. But then there’s Flo, and we both know that little thing. And then there’s... Malaki”
“You really don’t like Malaki, do you?” Loki said, unable to help noticing how Tony had spat the boys name.
“No, but I can’t really stop them from being friends, can I?”
“What is it about him that’s so bad?”
“You haven’t met him properly, and you haven’t heard the things I have” Tony said. “Let’s just say, there’s a specific reason you make a kid board when you live a twenty minute drive away from their school”
“You don’t think he’s good enough for our baby, do you?”
Tony gave him a look, which confirmed his assumption. “Anyway, that’s like, nearly three people that Peter’s letting lift his shirt, and-”
“Tony, that kid is not ready for sex. Take it from me, the man of experience in frigidity. Plus, you’ve seen him with Flo: that girl’s not likely to so much as bite his neck, let alone anything else”
“What about Liz?”
“I don’t know! I barely know the girl”
“I’m just a little worried. What if someone gets hurt?”
“What if no one does? Look, it’s just kissing. Each person knows he’s kissing other people, and if they had a problem with it, they’d back out, or at least say something about it”
“I’m still not sure”
“Tony, he’s not doing any harm. He’s just - I don’t know, exploring. Just back off and leave him to it. If he needs us, he’ll make it known”
Tony sighed. “Maybe you’re right”
“Just turn a blind eye”
“I’ve got another concern”
“About?”
“Malaki”
“I see. What is it?”
“Peter doesn’t speak to him”
Loki paused. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, as in the selective mutism thing? He can talk to the bunnies a bit, and he can talk to Flo completely, and Liz, for whatever reason. But Malaki? He’s never spoken a word to him, and I know that for a fact. What does that tell you?”
“Tony” Loki sighed. “We both know his mutism doesn’t make sense. There was a time he couldn’t even talk to Happy and Pepper, but he’s always been able to talk to some of your Avenger friends”
“Nat and Bruce and Thor, and Clint. He’s not met Wanda yet...” Tony sighed. “Ok, so he can usually talk on the home front nowadays, and he’s better in most situations. It’s just school and parties really, isn’t it?”
“Mostly. He’s come a long way. Maybe it’s just the school thing”
“But he sees Malaki outside of school too, and-”
“Tony, what exactly is it that you want me to do?” Loki interrupted. “Peter doesn’t understand what makes him mute, so how are we supposed to? Just leave it. We can’t wrap him in cotton wool all the time”
“You’re talking about the kid who slept in our bed last night because he was scared of having another nightmare”
Loki gave him a look, looked at the wall, and then back to Tony. “Can I go back to sleep now?”
Tony sighed and gave him a quick kiss. “Sure”
-
Once Peter was fast asleep, Tony carefully lifted him up and took him to his own room. He tucked him in carefully, and left him to rest.
-
Peter awoke with a gasp, his heart thudding. Tears sprung to his eyes, and he rolled over to go to his dad for comfort, only to find him gone. He sat up quickly, and realised where he was. He took a few deep breaths, and slipped off the bed, heading for his parents room. He tripped over a pair of shoes someone had left on the landing, and landed heavily on his hands and knees. While he was still getting over the shock of the fall, there was a creaking sound, and he froze.
“Peter?”
It was just Tony, awoken by the thud, coming to check. Peter looked up at him, and started crying properly.
“I had a bad dream-!”
Tony sighed, going over to the boy and lifting him into his arms.
“Come here, chonk” he said, holding him tight and carrying him back to the master bedroom.
“I woke up and you weren’t there”
“Shh, sh, I know. I’m sorry, chick. I thought you’d be ok in your own bed once you were asleep”
He set him down on the bed and climbed in beside him. Peter cuddled close, and Tony rubbed his back until he’d stopped crying.
“There now” Tony said once he’d gone quiet. “You’re ok. I’ve got you”
“I’m sorry..”
“I told you you shouldn’t’ve left him” Loki mumbled, making them both jump a bit.
“You’re awake!” Tony said.
“Cleverly observed” Loki held an arm out to Peter. “Come here, chick”
Peter moved over and let Loki pull him close against his chest. Tony sighed, and cuddled up with them. Loki opened one eye to look at him. He wrinkled his nose as Tony kissed him on it.
“Love you”
Loki sighed, resting a hand on Tony’s arm. “Love you too”
-
After another full day, incorporating another train trip and another look round all the shops, Peter, Liz, and Flo sat on a wooden landing stage, watching the water bubble through the cracks of the wood as the waves receded into the ocean.
“I don’t want to go home” Peter said, breaking the silence.
“This week has gone so quickly” Liz said.
“Tony did say it was only going to be a little trip” Flo said. She sighed. “I don’t want to go home either”
“Can’t you convince your dad to extend the trip?” Flo tried.
Peter shook his head. “He has to get back: he’s got a big press conference in a few days”
“What time are we leaving tomorrow?”
“I’m not sure. I’ll ask dad later”
“We’ll arrive earlier” Flo said. “New York is five hours ahead of here. So maybe we won’t have to leave too early”
Peter looked out at the sea, watching a cargo ship in the distance making its way across the horizon. He always hated the last evening of a trip: it was always so melancholy. He jumped as someone suddenly had their hands over his eyes.
“Guess who?” A familiar voice said.
Peter wriggled away and twisted round to see. “Dad! You made it!”
Loki sat down, pulling the boy onto his lap. “I said I would”
“Where’s other dad?”
“Buying me an ice cream. He’ll be here in a minute”
Peter relaxed against Loki’s chest. “Do you know what time we’re leaving tomorrow?”
“Well, Tony said our flight isn’t until midday, but it’s a few hours drive to the airport, so probably around eight, half-eight”
“Ok, let me work this out” Peter said. “So, leave at eight, flight at twelve, nine hour flight...So we’ll get back at nine in the evening English time, so... four in the afternoon in New York time?”
Loki nodded. “Yes, that way we can drop you girls off at your respective residences before we go home”
“Can’t we leave later and have them stay the night at ours?”
Loki laughed slightly. “No, darling. You know what your dad’s like the first night back after a trip. Besides, I’m not one hundred per cent myself. It’s been a fight enough getting out here”
Peter sighed, resting his head back against Loki’s shoulder.
“That was a tragic little sound, chick”
“He doesn’t want to go home” Liz said, taking Peter’s hand. “None of us do”
“I take it you’ve enjoyed yourselves this week, then?” Tony said, appearing behind them.
“Oh yes, definitely” Flo said.
“Good” Tony said, squeezing in between her and Loki and handing Loki the Mr Whippy he held.
“Thanks, chick” Loki said, moving Peter a little so he could eat.
Peter peered up at him. “Two flakes?! No fair!”
“Hey, this is only my third ice cream of the week. I was expecting lots more, so I think I deserve two flakes as compensation”
Peter pouted, but nodded. “Yeah, ok, I’ll give you that”
“So, what happens tomorrow?” Liz said.
“Well, I want you to get the vast majority of your packing done tonight” Tony said. “That way we can get ready to go quickly in the morning. Get up, have breakfast, tidy and pack up the house, drive to the airport, get on the plane, probably sleep for most of the flight. Land, drop you girls off, go home, sleep. Or something like that”
“I want to stay” Flo said.
“I know, pet. I do too” Tony said. He noticed Liz. “Liz? What’s the matter?”
“I don’t want to go back. I’ll be going back to Oregon not long after we get back”
“I thought you were staying for ages!” Peter said.
“Well, we’ve been in New York for a while now. Mum texted me the other day saying we’ll be going back sooner than planned”
Despite himself, Peter’s eyes filled with tears.
“I don’t want you to go. Not now we’re friends”
“I’ll miss you too” Liz said. “We can stay in touch, though. I’ll make sure to give you my address, then we can write to each other too”
“Like those pen pals you see on Instagram?”
Liz smiled. “Definitely”
-
Flo, ever the organised one, finished packing first. She helped Liz finish, and then decided on an early night. Liz wasn’t ready to call it a night yet. She went downstairs first, where Tony was sorting out the kitchen while Loki sat on the unit drinking tea. They both looked up when she came into the kitchen.
“Hey Liz” Tony said. “You on your own?”
“Yeah, Flo’s gone to bed. She’s tired”
“Bless. Well, an early night is probably a good idea, even though we’re not leaving stupidly early, and we’ll have loads of time to sleep on the plane”
“I think she’s just ready to say goodbye to the holiday” Loki said.
“Where’s Peter?” Liz asked. “I thought he was down here”
“He’s in his room, pet” Tony said. “I think he’s feeling a bit sad. He might appreciate a bit of company”
-
Peter was packing halfheartedly, feeling very glum indeed. He managed to offer Liz a slight smile when she came into the room. She sat down shoulder-to-shoulder with him.
“How are you doing?”
“I’m sad”
“About leaving?”
Peter nodded. “And about you”
“You’ve still got Flo, and that boy. And those other girls. And probably a whole lot more besides” Liz said. “You’ll still have me, too. You’ve got my number, and I’ll write, like I said. All old-fashioned, like. We’ll see each other again some time”
“I hate it when good things end”
Liz put her arms round him, rubbing his arm firmly. Peter leant into her.
“I bet this isn’t what you expected when we bumped into each other on the street”
“No” Liz said. “It’s better”
Peter looked at her. Liz kissed him on the cheek. Peter stayed where he was. Liz slowly moved her hand, slipping it under his shirt and resting it on his tummy.
“Do these scars still hurt?”
“No. They’ve been healed for a while now...”
He could feel his face flushing. He liked the feel of her. He liked being close to her. She was looking into his eyes. They were close again. Very close. Peter’s heart was thudding. He knew this feeling. He knew what was going to happen. Liz kissed his cheek again, ever so gently. Peter put a hand on her arm, holding her tight, trying to calm his nerves. She kissed him again, just at the corner of his mouth. There was a pause, and she did it again. Peter let his eyes close. He wanted this. He could feel the heat of her, and he took a deep breath. This was it, finally. One more kiss to the corner of his mouth, and-
“Peter! Do you want a drink?”
Liz and Peter sprung apart at the voice, jumping when the door opened. Loki took one look at their flushed faces, and turned his head slightly, looking at them incredulously.
“Am I interrupting something?”
Liz and Peter shook their heads. Loki gave them a look which clearly said he didn’t believe them.
“Tea?” he said.
Peter nodded. “Sure...”
“Liz?”
Liz nodded. “Thanks...”
“Ok. Pop down in a minute or two”
He left, and Liz and Peter slowly looked at each other. They sighed and exchanged little sad smiles. It was the beach with Flo all over again. The moment had gone.
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#my writing#fanfiction#mcu fanfiction#marvel fanfiction#frostiron#irondad and spiderson#*does your mother know by abba starts playing*#three chapters in three days!! incredible!#I'm so proud
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Hear me out:
The Weasley household is an ABBA household.
I'm listening to ABBA right now and I literally can't stop thinking about it.
Molly and Arthur dance around the kitchen to their greatest hits - ABBA Gold was the first vinyl that Arthur tracked down when he managed to get his hands on a muggle record player, and it's been the soundtrack to most of their relationship. They slow dance or they really go for it - like, Molly be shimmying and Arthur spins her around and throws out some absolute moves. They like 'The Medley' a lot.
Whenever Fred and George catch them slow dancing, they'll start dancing together very badly to take the piss, and Molly usually flaps a tea towel at them whilst Arthur rolls his eyes and chuckles. The twins secretly love it, but they prefer the more upbeat songs like 'Does Your Mother Know', 'Rock Me', or something silly like the 'King Kong Song'.
Georgie struggles to listen to ABBA after the war, especially the ones that he and Fred used to listen to together, or the ones he knows were Fred's favourites, but he slowly learns to love them again, if cautiously. It takes a long time, but he begins to associate ABBA with love, family, and the good memories he has of Fred, rather than Fred's absence.
Percy absolutely hated it when he lived at the Burrow and always hurumphed when 'Money, Money, Money' started playing (I think Percy was a very bitter person for a long time). But, after he moves out, and especially as the dust begins to settle after the war, he finds that ABBA songs comfort him and remind him of home. He likes the slower ones, I think, the sweet ones.
Ron pretends to dislike ABBA around other people, thinking its "uncool" or whatever, but it's one of his favourite things about coming home from school for the holidays. It's all so familiar to him and it makes him feel warm inside. It's the only time he can visibly enjoy ABBA, in his mind (unless Fred and George start taking the piss out of him, in which case he'll tell them to shove off and make himself look busy doing something else).
Ginny Weasley absolutely eats 'Dancing Queen' on karaoke. Also, Ginny is quite partial to 'Angeleyes', 'That's me', 'Honey, Honey,' and 'Gimme, Gimme, Gimme.'
Ginny definitely has a feather boa specifically for ABBA listening purposes. The twins have definitely stolen it on more than one occasion.
Whenever Ginny is sad or upset, Fred and George will sit on either side of her and quote 'Chiquitita' - not singing it, just taking turns to speak the lyrics - until she either cracks a smile or whacks one of them.
Hermione also vibes with 'Angeleyes', but I think she likes ABBA casually, and doesn't listen to them by choice very often. However, she listens to the sad or breakup songs when she feels down. 'What's the Name of the Game?', 'I Have a Dream', 'I Am Just a Girl' vibes?
The Weasleys always play 'Happy New Year' after the countdown each year. Every year. It's a Weasley Family Tradition. And, where ever he is in the world, Charlie finds a way to play the song each year as well.
Charlie also finds himself absently humming or whistling random bits of 'Gonna Sing You My Love' or 'S. O. S' when tending to dragons. When he realises what he's humming, he smiles to himself and thinks of home.
Bill introduces Fleur to ABBA, who isn't too excited by them at first, but I think they slow dance to some of them. Like, 'Andante, Andante'? Oh yeah. She likes the ones with French in them, obviously, but she begins to love ABBA because Bill loves them.
Harry gets looped into all of this as well, of course, and I think he loves it. Not just because it's a Weasley thing, but I genuinely think he enjoys a bit of ABBA. It's fun music, easy to love, and it brings him closer to the Weasleys. Harry never got to listen to music with the Durselys, other than what was playing on the radio occasionally, so he loves that the Weasley house is always full of noise, laughter, and music.
Is this a lot? Yes. Can I stop thinking about this? No.
Feel free to fight me in the comments about this, or better yet, let me know what ABBA songs you think the Weasleys vibe to!
#Harry Potter#The Weasleys#Molly Weasley#Arthur Weasley#Fred Weasley#George Weasley#Ron Weasley#Ginny Weasley#Percy Weasley#Bill Weasley#Charlie Weasley#Fleur Delacour#Hermione Granger#ABBA#ABBA Gold#Harry Potter headcanons#Weasley headcanon#Harry Potter headcanon
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The ABBA Series
From my love for ABBA comes my collection of stories based around some of my favourite songs. These fics will be posted approximately January 2023
Each story is an OC and they all occur in the same universe, so characters can and will cross between stories. However, each story can also be read individually.
Please let me know if you would like to be tagged in these!! I’ll probably make a google forms or something for this to make it easier
(*) indicates smut
Money Money Money - Tyson Jost - coming soon
Sabine Sabitzer never intended to be the centre of attention, in her mind at least. She dressed like everyone else, she did her hair like everyone else, she watched sports like everyone else. But the money her father had wasn’t like everyone else.
Tyson Jost never was the centre of attention, unless his favourite alternate captain have given him a few too many shots on a night out, but his unruly curls always got some attention from the ladies.
One fateful night, the two meet at a ball neither wants to be at. What happens when the pair escape out the back door?
Dancing Queen - Mathew Barzal - coming soon
Mat loved to party. Heading out after a big win to one of New York’s best clubs was his favourite way to relax. He’d order a few drinks, dance with a few girls, and pick one to take home. On the unlucky night he wasn’t able to take one home, he’d wingman one of his teammates, usually Tito.
Jade hated partying. She reluctantly went along with her friends to clubs and tried her best to enjoy the awkwardness of random people dancing on her and people drinking way too much alcohol. She was never one to take someone to bed after knowing them for a few minutes.
When Rosa drags Jade along to her not-boyfriend’s party and she catches Mat’s eye, maybe her hatred for clubs will change.
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme - Cale Makar - coming soon
Erik Johnson wasn’t shy about letting all the Avalanche players know that his sister was moving to Denver. He assumed they’d all take over the older brother status that he had over Leona. He also made sure that everyone knew she was off limits.
Leona struggled making friends with anyone not associated with the hockey team. She tried at work, but no one seemed to have similar interests as her.
The team are out clubbing one night and Leona might be drunk, but she still knows what she’s saying to Devon. That she likes Cale a little more than the way that friends do. Cale overhears and can’t believe his feelings are reciprocated. But her brother is the veteran defenceman for his team.
What happens when Erik finds out about the little crush both of them hold?
Voulez Vouz - Anthony Beauvillier (*) - coming soon
Growing up with a hockey player as a best friend meant making sacrifices and Rosa knew all about that. Early morning practice, Saturday and Sunday games, injuries. She was there for it all.
Anthony treasured having Rosa in his life, she was always his rock and that didn’t change when he moved to New York to play in the big leagues, she was still there. Just virtually for the first three.
When Rosa snaps up a job in the Big Apple and spends more time with Anthony, what becomes of their friendship?
Does Your Mother Know - Matthew Tkachuk (*) - coming soon
Sneaking out to see your summer hook up is fun when you’re 18. But it’s just god damn awkward sneaking out when Keith and Chantal are keeping a watchful eye over everything. Chantal spots the marks that litter Matthew’s collarbones and wonders who he’s heading out to see all the time.
It’s not like Jenna wasn’t taking risks either. She’d had a crush on Matthew since they were 15 and everyone was playing in her pool. He took his shirt off and she was really thankful that he had started going to the gym. And Matthew wasn’t small to hide at all, so when her parents stuck their heads in to check she was all good during the night, she had to pretend that it was someone else.
Eventually, the sneaking around gets to them and one parents spots them. But who was it and what will their reaction be?
Take a Chance on Me - Trent Frederic (*) - coming soon
Sierra never trusted hockey players. Not after her older sister had her heart broken by one to many. Not after she watched her brother have women going in and out of his room like a revolving door. So when she met Jack and his friends, she never expected anything to go further than just friends.
Trent’s eyes looked up and down Sierra’s body when she first entered the room wearing a bodycon dress that hugged her body in all the right places. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.
After a night out in Boston, Sierra wakes up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar apartment with an unfamiliar view. Glancing over, she saw Trent’s hair resting on the pillow. Without a second thought, she grabs her stuff and leaves Trent.
When Jack confronts both of them asking why they refuse to be seen with each other, maybe something will change.
Lay All Your Love on Me - Colton Parayko (*) - coming soon
Colton knew he had to stop. But she was just too enticing. Autumn was his perfect girl, aside from the six year age gap. He wanted to settle down with someone, get married, maybe have a few babies.
Autumn had just graduated from college and was trying to find her feet in St Louis. She liked seeing Colton, but just as a hook up.
When Colton gets her tickets to a Blues home game in the WAG suite, she feels out of place but the other girls welcome her as one of their own. How does she explain she’s nothing more than just a placeholder for Colton and how does he respond?
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i have a writing prompt if you want to take it, i know you must have hundreds but still... what about a fic where mulder and scully get tired of the radio and one day one puts their own music, which leads to the other to bring a fav album of their own and so on they slowly learn eachother's music taste nvn. maybe they even find something in common! hope you like this idea.
I love this prompt, anon! Thank you for sending it to me.
Tagging @today-in-fic
Who's Gonna Drive You Home Tonight?
“Mulder, I cannot listen to another country song,” Scully says with a sigh. She’s been searching for a station that plays something - anything - else but so far, no luck. They’re in the middle of nowhere and their choices are limited. It’s country or no music at all.
“Um, there’s, in my Walkman, there’s a tape. Should be better than country.” He throws her a quick grin. “Let’s stop for a moment. I need to stretch my legs anyway.”
While Mulder walks up and down the deserted road, cracking sunflower seeds and jokes, Scully rummages through his bag in search of his Walkman. She finds it and takes out the tape. There’s a faded sticker on it but she can’t make out the words. She glances at Mulder, smiling absent-mindedly. By now, she’s gotten used to him and his antics. Who else does push-ups in the middle of the road? She turns the tape in her hands, wonders what’s on there. What kind of music does Fox Mulder listen to? She’ll find out in a few minutes.
“Legs are stretched. You ready to keep going?” He spits another sunflower seed shell out of his mouth and she nods.
Mulder starts the car and Scully puts in the tape. She immediately recognizes the song.
“Elvis, Mulder?” She asks, smiling at him.
He shrugs, his cheeks a sweet shade of bubblegum pink.
“I like it,” she says, not taking her eyes off him.
“I promised you it’s better than country music. Next time you can bring a tape if you want.” He quickly looks over at her to gauge her reaction.
“I’d like that.”
And that’s how it begins.
On their next out-of-town case, Scully brings her own beat-up cassette. Mulder grins at her and closes his eyes in appreciation as the first strains of Haydn’s Cello Concert No. 1 fill the car.
“I figured you’d like classical music, Scully.”
“Disappointed?” she asks.
He shakes his head. “Not at all. If Bach or Beethoven are on your tape, Scully…” he winks at her.
She blushes, remembering the last time he said something similar. His Iced Tea turned out to be Root Beer, but this time, they might just get lucky because she knows exactly what’s on this tape.
“Just wait and listen,” she says, composing herself. She can’t quite suppress her grin, though, and folds her hands in her lap, excited to see Mulder’s face once Beethoven comes on.
They take turns bringing music on cases, getting to know each other in this whole new way. Before, Scully dreaded the long monotonous journeys in their latest rental car. Now, she looks forward to them. Mulder is a fan of Depeche Mode and Elton John. The latter one makes her laugh until he explains that his roommate introduced him to the music in Oxford.
“I, um, tried to serenade a crush with ‘Your Song’ once.”
“Please tell me it wasn’t Phoebe.”
He chuckles. “No. Her name was Alessandra. But as it turned out, I wasn’t singing under her window.”
“Whose was it?” She’s grinning at him.
“My 63-year-old professor.”
Laughter bubbles out of Scully. She pats his thigh in sympathy. “I’m sorry. Did she like it?”
“He,” Mulder emphasizes, “wasn’t very impressed.”
“Oh Mulder,” Scully says, unable to keep her laughter at bay. “I’m so sorry. Did Alessandra ever get to hear you sing?”
“No, that was the end of my singing career.”
The words fall out of her mouth before she can stop them. “Sing for me?” They share a look and finally, Mulder nods.
“It’s a little bit funny,” he starts and Scully watches him, mesmerized. Who knew, she thinks. Who knew.
They’re traveling through the past decade's discography as much as they journey through the US. They listen to Madonna and Michael Jackson, to Fleetwood Mac and ABBA.
“Missy loved them,” Scully says, reminiscing. Her sister made her dress up and called her Dancing Queen. There’s a photo somewhere of the two of them in her mother’s attic. Maybe she’ll look at it one day. One day when the pain of losing her is no longer as raw.
“We can listen to something else.” Mulder's voice is soft, as is his touch on her hand. She shakes her head, not trusting herself to speak.
“It’s good music. Isn’t it?”
“It is. Tell me about Melissa?” He asks and she does. Sometimes, Mulder chuckles, and he provides anecdotes of him and Samantha.
“I wonder what kind of music she would have liked,” Mulder says.
“I think she would have liked ABBA, too.”
“You know what? I think you’re right.”
Two decades later, and they still refuse to country music in the middle of nowhere, USA. Mulder grumbles about the up-to date technology in their rental car while Scully settles in for a long drive.
“Remember when we brought tapes, Scully?” He grins at her. There are no longer tape decks in cars. Or CD decks. There are USB hubs and streaming. One thing, though, has never changed: Mulder’s smile.
“I remember,” she says softly.
“I made us a playlist, but the sound system won’t connect.”
“A playlist?”
He nods. “All your favorites.”
“You remember them.” It’s not a question, not after 25 years together.
There’s a beep and Mulder sighs in relief. “I did it. So what will it be, Scully? Are you in the mood for Dancing Queen? How about some Thriller?”
She looks at him, love spilling over from all the months they were separated. She doesn’t care about music. She’s got him and he’s all she wants. Just as she’s about to tell him so, she has an idea.
“Play Your Song, Mulder.”
And he does.
#does this read okay?#i feel like i did a lot of telling here#i hope you like it anyway!#i love the idea so much#msr#xf fanfic#my writing#my fic#Anonymous
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