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callsign-mayhem · 11 months

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to the moon and back

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Mitchell!Reader Word Count: 5.2k

You are the daughter of Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell and the lifelong best friend of Bradley Bradshaw. Nothing has ever been able to get in between the two of you, not even the feelings you’ve been harbouring for him for as long as you can remember. But when you both get called to Top Gun for what seems to be a suicide mission, you realise that life is too short to keep your love for him a secret.

Y/CS - your call sign

Use of Y/N but no description of reader

You couldn’t remember the last time you laid eyes on Bradley Bradshaw, and if you’d known you would be this affected by the mere sight of him then you would have better prepared yourself. He was in his rightful place behind the piano at The Hard Deck, performing ‘Great Balls of Fire’ with all his usual enthusiasm, and then some. His infectious personality had every person in the bar gravitating towards him, belting out the lyrics along with him as though their lives depended on it. You had to draw from every reserve of strength you had so as not to march right up to him and kiss him senseless. You’d missed him so much.

Being deployed had been difficult for you and had felt like exactly the wrong thing at the time, but eventually you realised that it was what you needed. If you’d stayed, it would have only been a matter of time until you spilt your guts to Bradley about the feelings you’d been harbouring for him since you were teenagers.

The song was almost over and so was your time for composing yourself. It was ridiculously warm in the packed bar, so taking a deep breath was no good. You resigned yourself to a few shots of something strong - liquid courage if you will - and headed to the bar to speak to Penny.

‘Y/N!’ she exclaimed, ‘what are you doing here?’ ‘I have no idea,’ you told her, ‘an assignment of some sort. I find out more tomorrow,’ you gestured to Bradley and a few of your other friends from the academy, ‘and apparently I’m not the only one they called. I don’t know whether I should be worried or relieved.’ ‘Your dad was just in here. He know you’re back?’ ‘Yeah, I haven’t seen him yet though,’ you gestured to the bottle of Jack behind her, ‘can I get one of those, please? Or three?’ Penny reached for the bottle and a shot glass. ‘Not wasting any time, huh?’ You glanced behind you to where Phoenix was patting Bradley on the back and getting everyone to cheer for him, ‘It’s been a while since I’ve seen these guys.’ ‘You mean it’s been a while since you saw Rooster,’ she smiled knowingly. You downed your shot and slammed the tiny glass back down. Penny refilled it immediately, ‘That too,’ you admitted with a wince. ‘You already know what I’m going to say.’ ‘Yes, and you already know why I can’t tell him.’

You downed your second shot and just as you were about to do your third, someone covered your eyes with their hand. You knew who it was without having to hear him speak or look at his face because you’d know him deaf and blind. Hell, you’d know him in death.

The familiar rumble of his voice in your ear set your entire nervous system alight: ‘Guess who.’ ‘Hmm,’ you pretended to think, ‘I don’t know. Hangman?’ Rooster scoffed, ‘I haven’t seen you in two years and the first thing you do is insult me? Glad to know some things never change, Y/CS.’

You spun around and looped your arms around his neck, pressing your face into the side of his. He lifted you off the floor and spun you around with all the grace of a bull in a china shop, laughing like a little kid. It felt like no time at all had passed.

‘And you’re still shooting whiskey like it’s water,’ he noted, setting you down gently, ‘so you definitely haven’t changed.’

You drank him in hungrily, trying to act like you weren’t totally out of control on the inside. In one of his dad’s old Hawaiian shirts with his aviators perched on the tip of his nose, he wasn’t exactly a brand new man. Something about him was different, though, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Even as the two of you had gotten older, you’d always seen him as the goofy kid in the cowboy hat that could make you laugh on the darkest days. Throughout high school and your time at the academy, he’d been the person you confided in about everything, and the only secret you’d ever kept from him was your ever-growing feelings for him. But now, after just over two years apart, he felt more like a stranger than ever before. Nothing had changed, but everything had changed, and you were struggling to figure out how that could be.

‘You want a beer?’ you asked. ‘Sure, but no more shots for you. We gotta be up early and I know if you carry on drinking like that you won’t get out of bed.’ ‘When you’re right, you’re right.’

You got Rooster a beer and a JD and coke for yourself before heading over to the rest of the group. There were a few people whose reputations preceded them but you’d never met in real life, and then there was Phoenix, one of your closest friends from the academy. When she saw you she practically jumped on you and Rooster had to take your drink from your hand so it didn’t spill everywhere.

‘Y/CS!’ ‘Hey,’ you giggled, ‘Phoenix, it’s great to see you too but I can’t breathe.’ ‘Sorry, sorry,’ she relented, ‘how’ve you been? I haven’t seen you since your deployment. When did you get back?’ ‘Couple of months ago,’ you told her, ‘I’ve been in South Carolina.’ ‘You’ve been back months?’ Rooster cut in, ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ ‘You know how it is, Roo,’ you said, ‘you get deployed, come home and your whole life is upside down for a while. By the time you’ve settled back in, weeks have gone by and you still haven’t had a chance to see anyone.’

He nodded, but his hurt was apparent. Hangman sidled up next to you and you’d never been more relieved by his incredibly annoying presence. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, hugging you tight. He was a massive ass, but you’d somehow ended up friends while being stationed together a few years ago. A lot of his bravado was an act, and when he let his guard down he was actually a great person to talk to.

‘Y/N Mitchell,’ he said, ‘Long time no see.’ ‘Can’t say I’m mad about that.’ His usual shit-eating grin was plastered across his face, ‘You and I both know that’s a lie.’ ‘Whatever helps you sleep at night, Seresin.’

Everyone makes small talk for a while and those who have never met before are introduced. You pull a barstool over and sit next to Bob, Phoenix’s new back-seater. She’s the first one to point out the elephant in the room.

‘So anybody know what this ‘special detachment’s’ all about?’ ‘A mission’s a mission,’ Hangman replies, ‘They don’t confront me. What I wanna know is who’s team leader. And which’a ya’ll have what it takes to follow me?’ Hangman winks at Rooster, needling him, ‘Hangman, the only place you’ll ever lead anyone is an early grave.’ Hangman looks up from his next shot and walks over to Rooster until they’re standing face to face. ‘Anyone follows you is just gonna… run outta fuel. But then that’s you all over, ain’t it, Rooster? Snug on your perch, waitin’ for juuuuust the right moment. That never comes.’ Rooster tenses visibly and you grab his arm, ‘Hey, you wanna get another drink? Feel like we’ve got some catching up to do.’

You leave the rest of the group to their game and grab a couple more drinks before heading outside. The Bronco is parked out front looking prettier than ever, paintwork glinting in the late-evening sunlight. If you had a dollar for the amount of late-night drives you and Bradley had taken in that thing, you’d be a billionaire.

You intended to sit at one of the tables outside The Hard Deck, but Rooster had other ideas. You ignored the swarm of butterflies in your stomach when he took your hand and led you down towards the beach and reminded yourself that you had no reason to be nervous; he was your best friend, he didn’t know about your feelings and nothing had changed.

‘I still can’t believe you’ve been back months and you didn’t tell me.’ You cringed, ‘I’m sorry, Bradley. I should’ve called, I know.’ ‘Mav know you’re back?’ Yeah, he’s here too.’

Your father was a touchy conversation subject and you tried to avoid talking about him as much as possible. Once you’d eventually realised that there was no way of convincing Rooster that everything he’d done had come from a place of love and concern, you’d given up trying to keep the peace. It was difficult, letting him fester in his own anger, but it wasn’t your fight. However, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t still holding out hope that things would go back to the way they used to be someday.

‘How’ve you been, anyway?’ you asked, swiftly changing the subject, ‘What’s new in your life?’ ‘The usual. Getting called down here is the most exciting thing that’s happened to me in months.’ You laughed, ‘That can’t be true. What happened to the girl you were dating?’ ‘Molly? Jesus Christ, that was over as quickly as it started. I stopped seeing her not long after you left,’ he sipped his beer, ‘what about you? Meet your future husband while you were away?’ ‘Nope,’ you sighed, ‘starting to think I’m destined to be alone forever.’ ‘What about Hangman?’ Rooster asked, Jake’s callsign sounding like ashes in his mouth.

To call your brief fling with Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin a mistake would have been putting it lightly. You’d been stationed together in Alabama for a little while and he was the only familiar person there so, naturally, you’d gravitated towards him and him to you. After getting to know each other better, one thing had led to another and you’d ended up sleeping together after one too many JD and cokes. That one night had led to another and another until you were pretty much dating, although neither of you had ever mentioned putting any kind of label on whatever it was the two of you had going on. Rooster had been up in arms when he found out, yelling at you down the phone that Jake was a complete and total asshole and that you deserved so much better, leading to the worst - and only - fight you’d ever had.

While getting involved with Jake was definitely a mistake and you didn’t plan on walking down that particular path ever again, you still stood by what you said in his defence: you have to get to know him in order to understand him.

‘You already know that’s over.’

Rooster looked at you and you had to remind yourself to breathe. You’d never wanted to kiss him more in your entire life.

‘I’ve got no idea why we’re here,’ he said, ‘but I’m glad you’re with me, Y/N.’ ‘Me too, Bradley. Me too.’

The special detachment, as it turned out, was a suicide mission. There was no other way of putting it. Your dad was immensely proud of you and your accomplishments and had never once doubted your abilities as a pilot, but he wasn’t happy that you were on this particular mission. He wasn’t happy that Rooster was on it either. After your first day of training, you went to dinner with your old man so you could catch up and talk about what you’d be in for over the course of the next couple of weeks. You hadn’t realised just how much you’d missed him until you were sitting in front of him, but part of you wished it was under different circumstances.

‘Surely me being part of the team you’re training goes against some kind of rule,’ you said around a mouthful of steak. ‘The stakes are so high, I think mostly every rule has already gone out the window.’ ‘I haven’t been this scared since I climbed in a cockpit for the first time,’ you admitted, ‘but I’ve also never wanted to be on a mission more.’ Your dad smiled, but there was fear in his eyes, ‘I don’t like that look, Y/N.’ ‘It’s the only one I got, Dad, and I got it from you.’ ‘Yeah, that’s what I’m worried about.’

White hot rage blinded you like a fire poker between your eyes. The minute Rooster walked through the doors you were racing up to him. Jake had to grab both of your arms and pull you off him to prevent you from swinging at him.

‘What the fuck was that Bradshaw?!’ you roared, ‘You got a fucking death wish?!’

He ran a hand through his hair, face flushed from the heat and the adrenaline coursing through his veins. You weren’t just angry at him for endangering his life, or your dad’s, for that matter, you were angry because you understood why he’d done it. And you knew that if you were in his shoes and you were up there with something to prove, you’d have done the exact same thing.

‘Can we not do this here?’

You shrugged Jake off and straightened out your flight suit, leading Bradley out of the room. He followed you outside into the blazing heat of the San Diego sun where you preceded to turn around and punch him so hard in the shoulder that he took a step back.

‘Jesus, Y/N,’ he huffed, ‘was that really necessary?’ ‘I don’t know, was nearly killing yourself and my dad really necessary?’ ‘I had it under control!’ You laughed humourlessly, ‘Yeah, it looked like it.’ ‘I’m not gonna have this fight with you,’ he said matter-of-factly, ‘I’m sorry for scaring you, but you have to understand-’ ‘I do understand!’ you screamed, ‘But just because I understand, doesn’t mean I can’t be pissed as hell!’

He pulled you flush against his chest and you softened immediately, unable to resist the comfort and security that came with one of Bradley’s bear hugs. If you had it your way, you’d stay in his arms like this for the rest of time.

‘You really need to have it out with Mav,’ you mumbled into his flight suit, ‘this is getting beyond ridiculous - it’s dangerous.’ He kissed the top of your head, ‘I know.’

You had to admit, dog fight football was a stroke of genius on your dad’s part. It was the perfect way to relieve any tensions between the team and also take everyone’s minds off the upcoming mission. Jake and Bradley - the two team captains - tossed a coin to decide who would pick first, and Jake ended up picking you. You suspected he did it just to get underneath Bradley’s skin, and judging by the set of his jaw as you marched over to Jake, his plan worked.

You also had Payback on your team, and between the two of you, you were carrying the whole game. You didn’t like to toot your own horn but… toot toot.

‘Come on Bradshaw!’ you yelled, smirking devilishly, ‘You really gonna let me kick your ass so spectacularly in front of everyone?!’ ‘You’ve got Payback! It ain’t fair!’ ‘Oh, so you don’t think we could win without him?!’

He was holding one of the balls and was preoccupied with insulting you, so when you ran at him at full force and snatched it right out of his hands, he was too stunned to try and stop you. Hangman and Payback both cheered, but as soon as Bradley refocused he was on your heels, and he had the advantage of extremely long legs.

Just before you could score, he came up behind you and wrapped both of his arms around your middle, lifting you off the ground and throwing you over his shoulder. You were so startled you dropped the ball and unluckily for you, Coyote was right there to pick it up and score another point for their team.

‘Put me down you cheat!’

Rooster was laughing so hard you could feel him shaking with it as he ran. He didn’t stop running until he reached the water and it was up to his waist, and then he dropped you in. It was freezing but actually quite a relief after running around in the sun all afternoon. You came up for air coughing and sputtering to find him doubled over with laughter, and you took the opportunity to drag him back down with you, pushing his head down further under the water. You knew you wouldn’t be able to overpower him long and before you could even comprehend what was happening he had a tight grip on both of your thighs, yanking you back under.

If not for the fact that it all happened so quickly, you would have spent more time revelling in the feeling of his big hands wrapped around the tops of your thighs. Your whole body broke out in goosebumps, and you knew it wasn’t from the chill of the water. When you both resurfaced you were smiling like fools and laughing like two lovesick teenagers, and you never wanted the moment to end.

‘Hey!’ Hangman called out, ‘Are you two still playing or what? I’ve got a game to win!’ With an eye roll, you yelled back: ‘Yeah we’re still playing, you couldn’t win without me anyway!’

Somehow, Rooster’s sunglasses had remained on his face throughout the entire fiasco, and you reached out and gently slid them off. He blinked against the sunlight and watched in awe as you put them on.

‘Did I say you could wear those?’ he asked. ‘Did I ask your permission?’

The two of you made your way back towards the rest of the squad, and it looked like your team was back in the lead. A sly remark about Rooster’s sabotage failing was on the tip of your tongue, but then he put his hand on your waist and pulled you into his side, ruffling the top of your head affectionately. The skin-on-skin contact was enough to drive you insane, and your words died on your lips.

‘Keep them,’ he murmured, ‘they look better on you anyway.’

When the mission got moved up, any calmness you felt dissipated like water on the hot asphalt of a runway. Your dad was now team leader and you had mixed feelings about it. You’d spent your whole life fearing for him, but knowing he was going on this mission really took the cake. And then there was the small issue of you being his kid, which would undoubtedly cloud his judgement when it came to selecting the rest of his team. For one, the chances of him even wanting you on the mission were slim to none, but then there was the worry that if he chose you, it would be seen as favouritism.

The final day of training was over and you’d been told to go and get some rest before tomorrow, and despite your exhaustion, you knew that if you were to lay down in your bunk now sleep wouldn’t come. It was one of those rare moments where the sky over Fightertown was empty and as a result, an eerie quiet had settled over the base. You were still in full flight gear - minus your helmet - sitting on the ground in the shade provided by the wing of your F/A-18. Before settling in for the night you still had to find time to shower, get something to eat and see your dad, but you were paralysed.

You dreaded to think how long you would’ve sat there if Rooster hadn’t suddenly materialised. He sat down opposite, stretching his long legs out so they were on either side of you.

‘What are you still doing out here?’ he asked gently, ‘You feeling okay?’

You were fiddling with your dog tags, a nervous tic you’d picked up in the academy, and Rooster never failed to notice. Looking into your eyes earnestly, he took both of your hands in his.

‘Talk to me, Y/CS.’ You sighed deeply, ‘I’ve never been this nervous about a mission before. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.’ ‘This is the highest-stakes mission either of us has ever gone on in our careers. I would be worrying if you weren’t nervous.’ ‘Yeah, but you know me, Roo. I don’t do nerves.’ ‘You think I’m not shitting my pants at the thought of having to fly tomorrow?’ You laughed despite the lump in the base of your throat, ‘You hide it better than me, then.’ ‘You can’t keep anything off your face, Y/N. I always know what you’re feeling.’ ‘You do?’

Your heart dropped at the thought of him being able to read you so well, but in hindsight, you should have known. You’d literally been destined to be best friends since before you were born, since your dads stayed up late one night talking about their futures, wondering if they’d have kids and how well they’d get along. As far as you knew, he’d never kept anything from you, and you’d only ever kept one thing from him. You lived your life at the same pace, shared the same moral compass and wanted all the same things. You finished each other’s sentences and could have secret conversations through facial expressions, without even having to speak. If he called, you answered. If he needed you, you ran to him, and vice versa.

You didn’t need him to confirm your worst fear: he knew you were in love with him. There was no doubt in your mind and you were a fool not to have seen it sooner.

As though he’d read your mind and sensed the worsening of your anxiety, he changed the subject.

‘What do you say we go and grab a bite to eat?’ ‘Like a last supper?’ Bradley laughed, ‘You can be really morbid sometimes, you know that?’

‘It’s been an honour flying with you,’ your dad said, ‘each one of you represents the best of the best. This is a very specific mission. My choice is a reflection of that, and nothing more.’ ‘Choose your two Foxtrot teams.’ Cyclone told him.

You fought the urge to vomit down your flight suit.

‘Phoenix and Bob. Y/CS and Payback.’

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

‘And your wingman.’

The tension in the air was palpable. A bead of sweat rolled down the back of your neck.

‘Rooster.’

You could feel Bradley’s eyes on you, but judging by the unpleasant feeling that had overcome you, turning around to face him wouldn’t be a smart idea. For one, he more than likely looked just as nauseous as you and seeing him like that would only cause your anxiety to skyrocket. Secondly, he was the one person you could be completely vulnerable in front of and since it was already taking every ounce of your strength not to cry, it was probably best not to engage.

For the next hour, the seconds passed you by like cars on a highway. You listened to Warlock explain the mission for the final time, but his words went in one ear and came out the other. You stayed at Payback’s side up until it was time to go, but just as you were heading out to the flight deck, your dad pulled you aside for the conversation you’d been anticipating since he said your name.

His expression was, as ever, unreadable and you decided that it was probably a good thing that you didn’t know exactly what he was feeling in that moment. If Maverick was nervous, then you really had something to worry about.

He pulled you close and squeezed you tight, and you let out a single, strangled sob.

‘I know you can do this.’ ‘Me too,’ you were clinging onto him for dear life, ‘but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t terrified.’ ‘If I didn’t believe in you completely, I wouldn’t have chosen you.’ ‘I know, Dad.’ ‘I love you, Y/N.’ ‘I love you too. I’ll see you when we get back.’

He kissed the top of your head before letting you go and you headed out to the flight deck together. Payback was already waiting for you, but it seemed as though there was one more conversation to be had. Maverick patted Rooster on the back as he passed, throwing one final glance back at the two of you. All you could do was remind yourself over and over again that you’d be seeing him later and that you’d be going for steaks at your favourite diner back in San Diego before you knew it.

You could tell Rooster didn’t know what to say but it didn’t matter. You already knew, because you were thinking all the same things.

‘When we get home, I have some things I wanna talk to you about.’

He reached out to touch your cheek and you leaned into his hand, almost nuzzling his palm with the side of your face. Hugging him, you decided, would be too final. It would feel like a goodbye, and this wasn’t a goodbye, it was simply ‘see you later.’

‘There are some things I want to talk to you about as well,’ you smiled sheepishly, ‘but if you can read me as well as you say, you already know that.’ ‘Yeah, I know.’ ‘Fly safe, Roo.’ ‘Give ‘em hell, Y/CS.’

It wasn’t humanely possible to count how many times you’d flown. It was as natural as breathing oxygen, almost a second thought at this point. Getting into the cockpit of a fighter plane felt more like coming home than walking through the front door of the house you grew up in with your dad.

But nothing could have prepared you for that mission.

And nothing could have prepared you for the immense feeling of sheer panic and terror when your dad was hit. It was as though the bottom of your plane had dropped out and you were in freefall. If that wasn’t horrific enough, Rooster had gone after him. This paired with the chaos of the dogfight was traumatising enough that you’d forgotten how to breathe and what you were supposed to be doing. You had absolutely no idea how Payback managed to talk you down from going after both of them, but he did, as well as calming you down enough so you could fly back to the aircraft carrier.

You weren’t in the habit of being overly emotional in front of anyone who wasn’t Bradley or your father, but when you climbed out of the cockpit and Phoenix was already waiting for you, arms open, you collapsed onto her and broke down. You’d been completely inconsolable up until you got word of Rooster’s signal in an unidentified F-14.

Surprisingly, the relief came after cursing yourself for ever believing that your father could be bested by anyone. At this point, you were almost entirely sure that he was immortal. And as for Bradley, he was much stronger than everyone else realised. He gave Maverick a run for his money, and that was saying something. Phoenix was the only reason you hadn’t collapsed onto the ground when you realised they were okay and coming home, with the help of Hangman, of course. In the back of your mind, you were wondering how long it was going to take to hear the end of it from Jake.

And there you were on the flight deck with Phoenix’s arm around your shoulder and Payback’s around your waist, watching your dad and your best friend make the rockiest landing you’d ever seen. It felt as though all your internal organs were in your throat as you watched the net get thrown out, ready to catch the incoming aircraft and stop it from going overboard. The sound was near-deafening but you hardly noticed with the rushing blood in your ears. As soon as that plane stopped moving, you tore away from Phoenix and Payback and made a beeline towards the F-14, safety concerns be damned.

Your dad climbed out first, somehow steady on his feet despite what he’d just been through. But that was Mav all over, wasn’t it? He didn’t so much as wobble until you threw yourself at him.

‘Dad!’ you shrieked, ‘Are you okay? Are you hurt?’

He held you with the strength of someone who had a newfound value for their own life. He cradled the back of your head with one hand and stroked your hair like he used to when you were small.

‘I’m okay, are you okay?’ ‘You’re seriously asking me that?’ He laughed breathlessly, ‘I’m okay now.’ You squeezed him tighter than ever before, ‘I love you, Dad. I love you so much.’ ‘I love you too,’ he replied, releasing you reluctantly, ‘and I want you to know how proud I am of you for pulling that off.’ ‘It’s in my blood.’ He put his hands on either side of your face and leaned in to kiss your forehead, ‘I think you should go and speak to Rooster,’ he whispered, ‘we’ll talk more afterwards, okay?’

At the mention of Rooster, all the wind was knocked out of you. All you could do was nod at your father before he headed over to the rest of the squad, leaving you alone in front of the battered F-14. Rooster had jumped out right after your dad, but he’d given the two of you some space. You locked eyes like they do in the movies, but this wasn’t a movie. The world didn’t tilt on its axis or stop turning altogether; it was more like the two of you were the only ones in it that actually mattered. Everyone around you might as well have been frozen in time.

He was taking long strides towards you, but he couldn’t get to you quick enough so you ran to meet him halfway, not stopping until your face was mere millimetres away from his. He was filthy, covered in blood, and sweat and God only knew what else, but you were blinded by the light behind his eyes. You’d always been totally mesmerised by him, but this was something else entirely. It was suddenly very apparent to you that you would do anything this man asked of you, follow him down to the eye of any storm, love him until you took your final breath.

‘Y/N-’ ‘Don’t say anything,’ you interjected, ‘I already know what you’re gonna say, and I don’t wanna waste any more time.’

And before he could utter another word, you pressed your lips to his. The kiss started out soft but then he ran his fingers through your hair and somehow managed to pull your face even closer, deepening the kiss. He ran his tongue along your lips and you parted them for him, finally tasting him the way you’d wanted to for as long as you could remember. Your veins were thrumming with so much electricity you thought your head might explode. When you eventually parted, the space between you was too much for you to bear (you never wanted there to be any space between you and Bradley ever again) so you looped your arms around his neck just like you always did when you hugged him. His face was full of so much adoration, anyone would think you’d hung the bloody moon in the sky.

‘Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?’ he asked. ‘If it’s anywhere near as long as me, we’re going to be kicking ourselves.’ He kissed the tip of your nose and you damn-near melted, ‘I don’t want to go another day without kissing you like that.’ ‘Neither do I.’

You’d forgotten that the rest of your squad was standing a few feet away, waiting to celebrate with you. When you turned around, they were all cheering for you and Rooster and you could just about make out Phoenix’s ‘finally’ over the sound of Payback’s hoots. You knew you had to go over there and that there would be plenty of time to be alone when you got back to San Diego, but you couldn’t wait until then to tell Bradley how you felt about him. If he hadn’t already guessed.

You had to stand on tip toes to reach his ear, where you whispered: ‘I love you, Bradley Bradshaw. To the moon and back again.’ You felt him shiver beneath your touch. ‘I love you too, Y/N.’

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Part 9

Pairing: Han x reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Under 18 DNI!, unprotected sex (just don’t please), Suggestive Themes, Swearing, pet names, fingering, oral (f receiving), edging

Word Count: 3.8k

Note: Well well well. I‘m back. Hope you like it! Han being equally hot and a little brat is a new kink of mine. So you’re welcome. Comments, Like, Reblogs are always a blessing and if you have ideas for prompts just tell me. ~much love babes

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

"I need help"

Han's first message on that Monday evening sounded worrisome, and since you could put off the phone call to the stylist for a few more minutes, you typed a reply:

"Are you at the studio?"

"Yes. I need you now!!!"

So you set your Ipad aside and looked at yourself again in your selfie camera. Why you checked your hair and face exactly, you didn't know yourself.

Just as you were standing in front of the door to the studio, Chan opened it.

"Hey", you said in surprise, not knowing he was still here.

"Hey. Be careful, Han is very annoying", he said and that made you smile.

„I‘m surely gonna survive our moody Jisung.“

"Yea I definitely won‘t. So i'll leave you alone."

Before he could go, you hold him back by his arm.

"You have a meeting with the choreographers in 20 minutes", you reminded him.

He nodded and looked down at you with lustful eyes.

"Thanks. Is that skirt new?"

Embarrassed, you nodded and looked down at yourself. Was the black pleated skirt too short after all? Didn't he like it?

But Chan walked a few steps around you and looked at your ass before pinching it firmly with a hand.

"You're really lucky I have to go to the meeting right now", he whispered with a dangerously spark in his eyes and immediately a warm shiver ran down your spine.

"Have fun with Jisung. He really needs some cheering up."

With those words, he reached under your skirt to feel the warm flesh of your asscheeks and pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot on the crook of your neck. Immediately a sharp gasp escaped you and there he had already disappeared into the elevator.

Since the day in the studio the air around you two was even more charged with energy and you were addicted to all those little flirts that have arisen between you again and again.

Inside the studio, you found a dejected Jisung lounging on the couch in the dim light, staring holes into the ceiling.

"Hey, Hannie."

He immediately straightened up and looked at you with bright eyes.

"Finally... I was beginning to think you weren't coming."

"What's wrong?"

You walked up to him and glanced at his laptop on the desk, where a white screen shone at you.

"I've been trying to write lyrics all day. I know the tune, even the damn theme, but I just can't seem to come up with the right words!", he grumbled, tossing his phone onto the desk with the blank note on the screen.

"How am I supposed to help you with that?", you asked, confused.

"Inspiration."

"Huh?"

"I need inspiration and motivation", he explained expertly and crossed his hands behind his head.

Jisung looked even hotter than usual today. He wore beige sweatpants and a black tank top that was cut so wide at the sides that you could see his defined abs peeking out. His hair was a mess from all the hair tussling, and his bright eyes looked at you so intently that you unconsciously nibbled at the buttons of your shirt.

"I thought that seeing you and being around you would help my inspiration. So please come here and sit down! When you're near me, I can work better."

"Oh well, okay... If that’s all.“

So you sat down on the couch next to him and blinked innocently at him. You hadn't missed the needy expression in his eyes, which were constantly glued to your bare legs peeking out from under the short skirt. He sat silently at the other end of the sofa for a while and you could feel how restless he was. He wasn’t lacking inspiration. He was just horny.

But you wouldn't make it that easy for him.

He was always such a tease, that you wanted to see him struggle a little bit. That's when he turned back to you.

"To be honest, I lack motivation too... To cure my artistic block, you may have to get closer."

There was a playful grin on his lips and you were having a hard time resisting his charm anyway. So you went along with his games and moved a little closer until your shoulder touched his. Seemingly by accident, you leaned forward a bit to take a look at his cell phone, which he was holding again.

As you did so, a strand of hair fell into your face and Jisung's eyes were unashamedly focused directly on your cleavage hovering in front of his face.

"Better?", you asked hypocritically, and he opened and closed his mouth in overwhelm without a sound coming out. His hands clenched around the phone that he had to hold himself due to the fact how easily it would be to reach you and rip those clothes off of your body.

"A little. But I don't think it's enough yet."

Without further hesitation, he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you onto his lap so that your face was only a hand's width away from his.

"That's even better", he stated with amusement, letting his hands roam down your sides until they were firmly on your hips.

"How are you going to write lyrics like that?", you asked with an amused laugh, and he just shrugged.

"I have to think of some first, don't I? You can help me best with that topic."

"What do you want it to be about?", you continued to ask, not wanting to be lulled by his cologne and sparkling eyes. His fingers were already circling your hipbones and with each movement of his legs under you, your skirt pushed up.

"I want to write about love, comfort and joy... So what do you think?"

You gasped softly as he suddenly pressed your hips against him for a moment. Wearing only panties under your skirt, the sensation of your bare skin on his thighs was tingling. His gaze took on a suggestive tinge and you could see his desire from a distance.

"That sounds like a good topic", you murmured, gently running your fingers over his chest.

"Do you think, you can inspire me, honey?", he asked seductively and squeezed your hips.

"I can try", you answered and began tugging at the buttons of your shirt with your fingers.

Greedily he watched your movements as you agonisingly slowly undid the top buttons one by one. You couldn’t get enough of his impatient facial expression that looked like he could hardly sit still.

Then he became impatient and asked:

"May I? Please, I need to see your boobs so bad!"

After you nodded, he immediately set to work with greedy fingers and opened your shirt. At first your bra popped out and when the shirt was completely open, he looked at your body as if he had never seen anything more beautiful. With both hands he pushed the shirt completely off your shoulders until it fell to the floor behind you.

Now you were just sitting in your black lace bra on his lap and you could already feel something happening underneath you in his pants.

"Your boobs are fucking pretty...", he murmured, stroking up your sides with warm fingertips until he touched the fabric of your bra. Almost reverently, he stroked the edge of the bra, along your breasts, until he slid the straps off your shoulders and began spreading wet kisses down your neck. Relatively quickly, he worked his way to your neckline, where there was no place he didn't explored with his mouth.

He sucked on sensitive spots and licked over your skin, as if it tasted sweeter than anything he had experienced before.

With his hands he had already hurriedly pushed up your skirt up and freed your ass. With both hands he squeezed your ass hard and pressed you firmly against his growing bulge. There he finally drove up your back to the clasp of your bra and looked at you questioningly. You could only nod, overwhelmed by his seductive touch.

With one fluid motion, he undid the clasp and tossed the bra aside. His eyes bubbled with passion and he immediately groped your breasts with his hands.

He gently kneaded your flesh and said:

"Your so fucking hot. Do you even know that, jagi?"

You laughed softly and ran your hands over his chest. He just had eyes for you and began to suck the skin of your boobs between his teeth. His sloppy kisses and licking sent the heat between your legs and you couldn't help but grind your desperate cunt against his bulge. But he took his time to worship every millimeter of your skin and kissed again your neck, up to your jaw, until he reached the corners of your mouth.

Briefly he released his lips from your heated skin to look at you.

"So you're really okay with an arrangement with me?", he asked carefully to make sure you really agreed.

"Yes Jisung. I really want this too."

"Even though I'm lousy at flirting?", he smiled and you giggled at the memory of your first encounter.

"I'm sitting half naked on your lap with your mouth all over me... So take that as a win."

"I really do", he laughed and suddenly grabbed your chin, to kiss you deeply.

His lips tasted like caramel and coffee and you wanted to taste as much of him as possible. It was addicting and when the kiss got more and more sensual, as he touched every inch of your body, you began to rub your hips harder against his bulge. Desire burned in your veins, which is why you pulled his tank top over his head in one motion and tossed it carelessly aside. So you could finally look at his defined torso and you ran your fingers over each of his wiry abs.

Meanwhile he sucked on your nipple and kneaded the other one between his fingers. His tongue moved so sensually against your aroused breasts that you had to sigh softly. Completely absorbed in your body, he let his tongue circle around your nipple and bit into it, eliciting a hiss from you. Then he worked your skin further, sucking it so hard that red spots appeared so high up your neck you wouldn't be able to cover it up.

As he looked at his work, he grinned with satisfaction. Alarmed, you stared at him and gave him a slap on the chest.

"Ji! What if someone sees the marks?"

"Then they'll know you had fun", he replied cheekily, pressing his lips hard against yours again.

By now he was getting more and more impatient and even through the fabric of his pants you could feel that his length was already painfully hard. His hips began to rub against yours and your panties were already completely soaked.

He licked his tongue keenly into your mouth and his fast movements made you drowsy. Abruptly he pushed you back on the couch by your shoulders and knelt between your legs. With his hands he impatiently pushed your knees apart to get a glimpse of your middle.

"Fuck your so wet and your just mine right now."

"I'm just helping a friend", you teased him and looked up at him through your thick eyelashes.

A breathless laugh escaped him before he literally ripped your panties off your body. It landed somewhere in the room, as did your skirt, which he pulled off so fast it made you dizzy. Two fingers stroked teasingly over your cunt, and as he did so, his eyes bored relentlessly into yours. By the time you saw the mean grin, it was too late. He penetrated you hard with three fingers and began pumping them into you, not letting you take a breath.

The teasing between you two was obviously even stronger, when you fucked.

Immediately your hips snapped up, but he pressed them roughly back onto the couch. His thumbs circled over your clit and stars danced before your eyes, while you wheezed overwhelmed.

Now you could no longer suppress the unholy sounds.

Jisung's fingers were merciless and brought you closer and closer to the redemptive orgasm in no time. All the while he maintained eye contact, enjoying the aroused expression on your face, the half-open lips, and how your body squirmed beneath him.

"Look at you, so eager and needy to be used by me - you're such a cutie", he shot back and already the knot in your stomach was tightening. Just before the high was finally reached, he pulled his fingers out of you. Stunned, you stared at him, but he just laughed evilly.

"What the fuck, Ji?"

"Just wait, and I'll think about letting you come, honey."

If he didn’t climbed back between your legs, you would have hit him. But he started circling your clit with his tongue and you were suddenly caught in the rush of arousal again. He was insanely good with his mouth tightly pressed on your pussy, his tongue softly nudging your hole and humming against your cunt as you quivered beneath him. He didn’t rushed while eating you out. His hands pinned your thighs to your sides to keep them spread as his tongue licked stripes up the center of your pulsating pussy, triggering your desperate whimpers of need.

"You look so pretty, can't wait to feel you hugging my cock“, he grunted and grabbed your thighs harder and buried his face between your legs again. He did things with his tongue that you didn't even know were possible and the sounds of his mouth on you, echoed in your head.

His words turned you on even more and you yearned more and more for release, but Jisung was a brat and played his little games with you, as always.

He forced you to keep your trembling legs spread open, cleaning up the wetness that pooled down your thighs incessantly and onto the couch but just before you could finally come he broke off each time until you were about to cry.

"Hannie, please! Don't do this to me!"

You could clearly see that he loved the small whimpers you let out as soon as he stoped the stimulation on your pussy, feeling so empty without him filling you up and he practically was enflamed by your small tears of frustration as he continuously urged you towards orgasm only to leave you desperately on the edge, clit puffy and sensitive from his constant abuse.

"So what do you want, honey? Say it!", he commanded challengingly and you had to force yourself to actually beg him.

"Fuck me, Hannie! Please fuck me already! I want your dick inside of me, now!

That was exactly what he wanted to hear. He literally ripped off his pants and underwear and placed himself in front of your entrance. He was blessed with a beautiful thick and above average dick, that would ruin you.

Teasingly he slipped his tip through your folds and you already knew that he would stretch you out. Oh he loved the look of frustration building up on your face as he continuously had denied your release, but now he wanted to fuck you, until you would scream his name. And he definitely wouldn’t go easy on you.

He sunk his whole length into you in one motion.

His movements were slow at first and he savored every second. His arms were right next to your head and he looked deep into your eyes as his speed increased.

"Fuck you do feel amazing around me... So tight", he groaned and the interrupted orgasm rolled in with triple strength. But when you saw the gleam in his eyes, you knew he was up to something again. He visibly enjoyed the desperation in your eyes and every moan that he forced out of you, with every thrust into your pulsating cunt.

He constantly brought you to the brink of an orgasm with his length, twitching deep inside your core. Just as he got the sense that you were about to cum he hastily removed himself, cruel chuckles leaving him as you almost sobbed beneath him.

"I'm going to kill you, Hannie“, you huffed and pushed your hips against him.

Amused, he ran his hands through his hair and looked down at you. As he did so, he tried to memorize every little detail of your naked body. You were perfect and he knew he was already addicted to you and your body.

"You really want me this bad darling?", he teased.

"Shut up, idiot!" you pressed out, tears in the corners of your eyes.

He would drag it out until your high came over you with such force that you were just a fucked out mess with nothing else on your mind than his dick.

With your legs wrapped around his hips, you pulled him closer to you. He reached into your hair and pulled your head back by it as he thrusted hard into your aching pussy again. This time the ruts of his hips were exaggerated and sloppy. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head while he kept a bruising grip on your thighs, burying his dick further into your cunt. The filthy sounds of your wet pussy tightening around his length filled the room, soft curses falling from his lips once your hands tugged on his damp hair, mouth meeting his in a rough, passionate kiss while he continued his pleasurable abuse on your hole. He was stirred up even more by your pleas and bratty moans and would think of them, every time he would need to get off.

Just before you finally came, he broke off again in mid-motion. The pressure aches in every fiber of your body and you feared to faint if he doesn't finally let you release.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

Jisung's chest shook slightly as low chuckles left his kiss-bruised lips, hands softly pinching your ass as you wriggled beneath him, raising your hips to push your cunt further toward his leaking cock as soft pants and begs slipped past your glossy lips. He rubbed the head of his length between your folds, teasing your needy figure as you clawed your nails into his back.

"I can't get enough of the desperate tears in your eyes and the needy moans. You are so incredibly hot when all you want is my cock.“

"Fuck you!"

The insult crossed your lips before you could realize it. Surprised, he raised his eyebrows and looked as if you being bratty was turning him on even more. Before he could react, you straighten up, grabbed him by the shoulders and pressed him back until he was sitting under you.

This time you were the one overpowering him and you quickly sinked down on his length. Without consideration, you started riding his throbbing dick hard while resting your hands on his shoulders.

You elicited overwhelmed moans from him and you felt him twitch inside you. Soon he was gripping your hips so tightly with his hands that there would be definitely bruises left behind.

He snapped his hips into yours harder and harder and moaned: "I'm going to make you come so hard that everyone in the building will know who's fucking you right now."

It sounded like a promise he would keep, as the knot in your lower belly was so tense by now that you would probably explode. As his thrusts got even faster and he felt you tighten around him, he pressed you down on his length with both hands and that's when you finally came.

His name kept bubbling over your lips mixed with pornographic moans and whimpers and so he kept thrusting into you, making you work out your massive orgasm until the last second. It was overwhelming and you could see stars flashing in front of your eyes.

But he didn’t let go of you, instead he pushed you back onto the couch by your shoulders while you weren't fully conscious yet.

"You didn't think I was done with you already, did you?", he asked leaning over you, slowly pushing his length into your fucked out core again. Whimpering, you curled your fingers into his back and he began thrusting into you again.

He made you cum again and again until you were an absolute mess beneath him, legs trembling, tear stained cheeks and pussy aching from his torment. You scratched his back with your fingernails, trying to find something to hold on to, while your head and body felt like you were flying in ecstasy. Either you were in heaven or in hell. Your body was on fire and Jisung fucked you so good that you were a completely cockdrunk mess.

But eventually, he couldn’t hold back anymore and his thrusts became messier, until he came inside you with a growl.

Breathing heavily, you laid together for quite a while. Even though the couch was small, you snuggled together so that you could lie on it. He wrapped his arms tightly around you and pulled you to his chest.

Your legs wouldn't stop shaking and Jisung stroked your head as gently as if he hadn't just destroyed your pussy.

"You did that very well. You're really something special, darling."

His voice was like honey and he caressed you with so much loving attention that you snuggled closer, breathing in his scent and running your fingers dreamily over his chest.

"Did it help?", you asked, looking up at him.

He gave you a kiss on the forehead and looked at your face, as if in it alone he could find all the inspiration he was looking for.

"Definitely! I even have an idea for the hook already," he said with a grin, stroking his hand down your back.

"I think you're my muse."

Immediately your cheeks turned red and you hid your face against his chest.

"I'm glad if I could help“, you said sheepishly, and he lifted your chin a little with two fingers so you were looking into his eyes. The amber around his dark pupils sparkled beautifully and you lost yourself in it.

"You have to stay with us forever. Could you promise me that?", he asked, sounding way more serious. Like he was really afraid of losing something important.

"I don't plan to go anywhere“, you answered him and that's when your lips collided.

This kiss was different. It was sensual, slow and full of affection. There were hundreds of emotions all at once, all of them wrapping you in warmth. It was even as if you could feel his gratitude from his mere touch.

All of this mixed into a single feeling that filled everything like sunlight: pure happiness.

->Part 10

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gunilslaugh · 11 months

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5 +1 Oh Seungmin

Oh Seungmin/O.de

Summary: 5 times Seungmin tried to confess his feelings for you, but things keep going wrong and the 1 time things went right.

WC: 2.156k

Warning:grammar

1: It was late at night when you found yourself casually strolling around a park with Seungmin at your side. Despite the fact that these late night walks usually came at the expense of your sleep you never seemed to care. In fact they were some of the moments with Seungmin you cherished the most. Seungmin thought this way too, which is why it seemed like a perfect way for him to confess. He thought about it all week. What outfit he was gonna wear. It had to be casual enough for a late night stroll, but have some style at the same time. How he was gonna ask you to take a walk with him. Spontaneous would be fun, but what if you actually need sleep that night and couldn’t go? Seungmin decided it was best to ask you the day before, so his plan could go smoothly. He even pre planned the route around the park, so he could confess to you where the moonlight was diffused by tree leaves and the stars reflected in the little pond, the “perfect” spot. As you guys were approaching the “perfect” spot, Seungmin was going over his confession speech in his head one last time, making sure he wouldn’t miss a single detail.

“This part of the park is so pretty,” you say, admiring the beauty of the park's nature. Seungmin smiles at your words, they only confirmed that he thought right. This is the perfect spot.

“Yeah it is, especially at night, it’s why I like walking here,” Sungmin spoke as he too admired the surrounding view.

“We should walk here more often,”

“Then we will,” he says with a firm nod coming to stand directly in front of you. Reaching for your hand Seungmin begins to talk.

“Y/n I-”

“MEOW!!!” A sudden cat cries out as it darts out of a tree. Succeeding in scaring the crap out of both Seungmin and you. You two begin to laugh, recovering from the unforeseen fright.

“What were you gonna say?” You ask.

“Oh uh? I don’t remember, guess that cat scared it out of my head,” Seungmin laughs lightly. He can’t confess now the moment is ruined. He’ll confess again later, someplace without scary, interrupting cats.

2: Seungmin liked to ask your opinion on the lyrics he writes. Whether or not you know about music, he likes to hear your perspective. That’s why he felt like a genius when he found a way to translate his feelings for you into lyrics that didn’t sound too sappy, cliche or cringey. Now all he had to do was show you. It should’ve been the easier part, but alas it seems like the odds aren't in Seungmin’s favor. First he had to practically pry you away from Jiseok who was asking your opinion on which poses/facial expressions were better. Second there was Jooyeon who just had to talk to you about the latest episode of a show the both of you watch. Seungmin could do nothing but wait for the tangent you both excitedly broke into to end. Not understanding about half of what you two were saying. Finally just as he was about to steal you away into a studio.

“Y/n, Seungmin!” Wanna grab lunch?” Jungsu asks. Seungmin sighs

“Yes, let’s go,” You respond all too quickly, pulling Seungmin by the arm away from the studio.

‘So close’ Seungmin thinks as he’s forced to walk away, but now he’s determined. After lunch there will be no more interruptions.

You’re back in the studio. Seungmin just shut the door and began to set up his synthesizer. He began to play the beginning notes, when all of a sudden.

“Seungmin!” Jiseok opens the door. “Gunil is looking for you,”

“Alright. What does he need?”

“Don’t know he just told me to get you,”

“Ok. I’ll be right back,” Seungmin tells you before he goes to find out what Gunil needs. When he arrived back to you he showed you a different song. Deciding to abandon ship. There had been too many interruptions by his members today and he didn’t want to risk anything. He’ll confess again some other time. A place where his members aren’t.

3: You and Seungmin found yourselves at a little cafe that both of you liked. The atmosphere was cozy. The gentle classical music they played over the speakers was relaxing. Sitting in your usual corner, sipping your drinks and sharing a chocolate croissant. This place felt like a little break from life. Just the two of you in your own little corner, your own little world. Seungmin thought that this place would be nice too. You both cherished it, confessing here would just make it even more cherishable.

“You have chocolate on your mouth,” he informed you. You simply lean your face a bit across the table.

“Wipe it for me then,” you casually say. Thus he does just that. Grabbing a napkin and gently wiping away the chocolate from your face.

“There,” Seungmin pulls his hand away, crumpling up the napkin as he does.

“Thanks,” Right as he’s about to continue feeling like it was the right time to just confess.

“Y/n!” A voice happily shouts. You turn in the direction of the voice. Eyes lightening up when you notice that it’s your friend.

“Y/f/n! What are you doing here?” Greeting them with a quick hug before sitting back down.

“I was just grabbing a drink before my shift starts.” They respond by glancing over at Seungmin. “And who is this?”

“This is my friend Seungmin,”

“Oh. this is the Seungmin,” Your friend said, shooting you a knowing look. You shoot them a look that says “stop”. “Nice to meet you I’m y/f/n,”

“Oh this is the y/f/n,” Seungmin mimics the tone of voice your friend used prior. “Nice to meet you too,” he sticks out his hand for them to shake.

“Well I have work to get to so you guys have fun.” your friend tells before leaving. You laugh lightly at your friends' antics hoping that Seungmin either didn’t notice or doesn’t bring up the glances you and your friend exchange or what they meant by him being the Seungmin. Seungmin did notice, however he didn't say anything. Instead he uses it as a fuel of confidence for the next time he plans to confess.

4: Seungmin is currently walking you back home after you both spent the day together. Standing so close that your arms and hands brush against one anothers.

“That cloud looks like a turkey,” you point out, bringing up your arm and sticking out your pointer finger in the direction of the cloud.

“I think that’s offensive to turkeys,” Seungmin jokes after seeing the cloud you were talking about.

“Hey! No it’s not, look. There’s the head and the neck,” you draw out with your finger. “Then there’s it’s body and the tail,” you finish tracing the cloud.

“I think it got into an unfortunate accident,”

“Or maybe you’re just uncreative,”

“Aye that’s going a bit far now,”

“Fine, sorry, but you’re definitely no cloud expert,”

“You got me there,” Falling back into a comfortable silence as you continued on your walk back home. Seungmin took this silence as time to go over his confession in his head. He’s done it a million times, but it never seemed good enough to him. What if you thought it was too lackluster, or overly sappy. He wanted it to be memorable, yet natural, maybe make your heart skip a beat, but nothing over the top. Just as he began to feel confident in his words there was a loud thunder. A sudden downpour of rain had started to fall. Seungmin quickly grabbed your hand and led you over to a spot safe from the rain.

“How did that literally come out of nowhere?” he says as he wipes off the rain from his clothes.

“It’s cause you disrespected the turkey,”

“Turkey I’m sorry!” Seungmin proclaims, causing you both to laugh. The two of you wait out the sudden rain storm. Thankfully it didn’t take long for it to clear up. Seungmin finished walking you home waiting for you to shut the door before going on his way. “Man, even nature is against me,” he thinks while sighing. Why was it so hard for him to have a good opportunity to tell you that he liked you?

5: You were currently curled up next to Seungmin on the couch in your living room as you guys were having a movie night. Snacks laid out on the coffee table in front of you. A fluffy blanket draped over yours and Seungmin’s laps. He had his arm wrapped around your shoulder gently stroking your hair as your head leaned on his shoulder. Frankly you weren’t paying much attention to the movie playing on the t.v. It was merely background noise as you basked in the warmth of Seungmin.

Now, Seungmin wasn’t paying attention to the movie either. He was also basking in your warmth that radiated off you from where you were curled into his side. Focused on the texture of your hair beneath his fingers. Hyper aware of the way your shoulder ever so slightly moved with each breath you took. It was moments like these that made Seungmin forget that he hasn't confessed yet. They just felt so domestic, as if you two were already a couple. That’s why he thought. “Why not just confess now?”

“Y/n I have something that I need to tell you?” Seungmin says softly.

“Hmm?” You hum from his shoulder. Your eyes have fallen closed by this point.

“Well, I’ve been trying to say this for a while now actually,” he pauses slightly, taking a breath before continuing. “ I like you, like romantically and I want to be with you,” he confesses. The sound of the t.v now being the only sound in the room as he waits for your response. Your response was all but a soft snore. Causing Seungmin to look down at your figure beside him, now noticing that you have fallen asleep. A sigh escapes from his lips. Well at least he got the words out this time. If only you could have heard them. He’ll just have to add this to the list of things to be mindful of for the next time he confesses.

+1: Seungmin’s schedule was free for the weekend. The both of you decided that it would be nice to go on a little hiking trip. After picking a trail that wasn’t too far to travel to for a day trip. After making sure that you had all the materials you needed the two of you headed out. Following arriving at the trail site you double checked that you had everything. Then proceeded down the path.

“It’s nice to get away from the city every once and a while,” Seungmin states.

“Yeah, it’s nice to get some fresh air and forget about work for a bit,” you respond

“I think the nature is prettier out here too, it feels more natural,” he laughs at the end.

“Nature in its natural state, who would’ve thought,” you joke.

Seungmin looks around at the nature surrounding the both of you and he realizes some things. One, there are no scary, interrupting cats here. Two, his members are nowhere near here. Three, none of your friends are around here either, at least he hopes. Four, the weather is nice, the sky is clear without a cloud in sight. Five, you are definitely not at risk of falling asleep. It was “perfect”. There was nothing that he could foresee that would interrupt him now. It was another chance and he was gonna take it.

“Y/n?” Seungmin calls your attention.

“Yeah,”

“I have something to tell you,”

“What is it?” you ask. He comes closer to you grasping both of your hands in his.

“I like you….romantically,” he’s finally done it and it feels like a weight was lifted off of his shoulders, but now the weight of waiting for your response seemed to be suffocating him. Seungmin still finds the courage to look you in the eyes. He sees a smile on your face. You use your connected hands to pull him into a hug.

“I like you too,” you confess, wrapping your arms around him even tighter. Seungmin then firmly wraps his arms around your waist before lifting you up and twirling you around. You lightly shriek at his sudden action. He sets you down, pulling away from the hug with pure happiness radiating off of him. You reach out and grab his hand, interlacing your fingers together.

It may have taken him six tries, but he would do it all again, because at the end of the day he finally could say you were a couple.

#xdh imagines #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes #xdh #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xh seungmin #xh o.de #oh seungmin x reader #oh seungmin imagine

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ntyfool · 1 year

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The one, Neteyam.

Neteyam Sully x Gn!Omatikaya!Reader. part2.

Left unspoken. Angst. Kinda open ending? SFW.

Summary: You could never tell him, and you didn’t.

hi guys! this is the second oneshot i write and actually post ever and i’m really nervous about it, english is not my first language and i’m not experienced so please be patient with me. i hope you enjoy this and really recommend listening to The 1 or August by Taylor Swift while reading (there are lyrics of both songs included). comments and constructive criticism are always welcomed, thank you! <3

Neteyam Sully was your secret. You can’t really tell when your feelings started, having known the oldest Sully since childhood, the two of you never got too close, keeping a safe distance, leaning on rare moments alone and exchanges of looks that you hoped to carry some meaning.

Your courage was never enough for you to express what you felt, Neteyam carried multiple obligations as a future leader, one of them being choosing a partner that would be the next Tsa’hik, something that, in your opinion, several clan members could do better than you.

So you buried the words you most wanted to say and promised that one day this love would be gone. It didn’t, but it was just yours, and as selfish as it seemed, it was enough.

Neteyam was sitting while you patched up his wounds, his eyebrows furred, seeming lost in though. This would usually be a moment where you two shared a comfortable silence, but something seemed wrong. He arrived much later than usual and didn’t say anything since.

“What is bothering you?” He looked at you for the first time, eyes full of an emotion you couldn’t quite read.

“It is nothing.”

“Please, I know there is something. You can talk to me.”

But how could he? The truth is that Neteyam had just came out a conversation with his parents, receiving the news that he was now promised to another woman, the best hunter in the clan. It was excepted to him to be already mated, and since people were growing impatient it seemed the best solution. He felt his stomach drop, his face loosing color, but couldn’t say anything. Getting out of there as fast as possible and running to you.

Neteyam adored you. No, he loved you dearly. You were the one person he felt most comfortable with, the one he knew that would accept him for who he is and that didn’t expect him to meet any impossible and tiring standards. Every memory you shared meant everything to him. He collected your interactions and details as treasures, always trying to memorize your likings, fears, dreams, looking for you in every room he entered and hoping to one day verbalize a feeling that made his chest feel like it was going to explode. Waiting for the right moment made him loose his chance, and now he would never know if you felt the same. His eyes watered, avoiding your gaze, feeling your soft hands now resting in his shoulders.

“I am promised.” He let out as a whisper, somehow hoping that you wouldn’t hear.

Your ears turned, tail switching nervously. Focusing now on finishing the bandages and trying to seem indifferent.

“It is decided?”

“Yes. Both families agreed. I was informed today and don’t know what to do.”

“Have they set a date yet?”

“Next month.”

Your breath hitched, hands now trembling nervously and vision blurred by tears you tried to avoid. The air thick with all the unspoken feelings that both didn’t dare to expose.

“I see. I-” You opened and closed your mouth, not knowing what to say, instead focusing in finishing everything quickly and quietly, not talking at all. Then mumbled “I have to go, we can talk later.” as you ran out. Leaving a heartbroken and confused Neteyam.

A few days have now passed since your last meeting. You were avoiding Neteyam but trying to be discreet about it, giving him quick greetings and fake smiles. Waking up was painful and everything felt like a blur in your mind. How could you miss something, someone, that was never yours? He wasn’t yours to lose.

Maybe you should go back, maybe you should scream your lungs out and tell the world how you have always wanted him. But you couldn’t, you shouldn’t. Neteyam gave his life trying to be the perfect son, the perfect leader, and he would be. You weren’t going to take this away from him.

You looked blankly at the sky while preparing to do your chores. Taking a deep breath and trying to accept what happened. Knowing the kind, caring and responsible boy you once had with you is now out of reach.

If you only knew that Neteyam Sully wasn’t sleeping or eating either, wondering if he could be selfish for once. Fighting the urge of storming into your tent and pouring his heart out. Knowing that he would prefer a life alone than one with someone that wasn’t you. Feeling ready to go against everything he taught himself, to maybe disappoint everyone and fight for his happiness, to be brave. However, you wouldn’t even look at his face anymore, completely distancing yourself, did you finally grew tired of him? Perhaps these were feelings he was destined to bear alone, cursed to always love you from a distance. And maybe if one thing had been different, then everything would be different today.

“But it would've been fun,

If you would've been the one.”

#neteyam x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam sully #avatar the way of water #angst

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allthenamesithinkofaretaken · 1 year

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*Inhale* if I’m wrong I’m wrong—

but istg, I once saw someone who was a fan of both TLW AND BUNGO STRAY DOGS?? And istg if my memory is failing me, but I think it was you…? (Okay, kill me if I’m wrong, I’m not going to complain, I get to say “hi” to Muerte lol)

*But either way, I’m 100% sure you’ve listened to EPIC the musical so at least I know we share that similarity because I screamed when I saw “When does a man become a monster”— (and yes, I talk a lot, and I am so so sorry)*

BUT GOING TO MY POINT— just curious how Muerte would react to a suicidal person, would he hate them for not valuing life? Would he pity them and try to help out? Would he be pissed and go after them like what he did with Puss? It’s pretty interesting to think about. So maybe… a small chapter about Y/N feeling suicidal and doing self harm? (Again, sorry for the long text and huge fan of your writing btw 🤩😭)

How could I hurt you?

Muerte/ Death x Suicidal! GN! Reader

TW// talks of depression, suicide

Hi! No, I'm not the one you're looking for but that's fine, I'm not going to kill you! I love long messages with thoughts on them because I think they're fun! I named this Oneshot off the lyrics of Just a Man (I know, I'm sorry) and I hope you don't mind but I cut off the self harming part because I don't feel comfortable in writing about that. (You didn't know, it's fine, I didn't really put a warning for the things what people can and can't request for, and I might do that now the next time I turn on requests) but I hope you enjoy! Sorry if it's short, I'm still trying to learn how to manage my time because of the new school works my prof sent us. 🥲

Muerte with a suicidal MC:

I don’t think he’d chase after them like what he did to Puss' at all!

Because the reason why he chased down Puss in the first place was because Puss was taking life for granted in a way that most arrogant people do (as we see in the movie. Puss isn’t suicidal at all, at least I think not)

The difference between that and being suicidal is that Muerte sympathizes (empathizes? I never knew the difference) with them. They have experienced a lot of misfortune, trauma, or other life events that lead them to being that way, and he can always understand the pain they’re going through that made them want to end their life in the first place.

Suicide is one of the death’s that’s hard for him, I imagine, seeing that it’s about someone taking their own life just to end the pain they’re going through. That this wasn’t some last minute accident or stupid decision they didn’t think of before doing like some of Puss’ deaths. It was something they’ve thought about for a long time, for the longest time.

So if (Y/n) is suicidal by the time they meet, he would sit with them, and they’d let the silence bask around like a warm and gentle hug, and then he’ll talk, he’ll ask if they’re okay, he’ll ask what they’ve been up to, what they like to do, anything to remind them of the good times rather than just fully focusing on the bad parts. He wants them to be comfortable after all.

But when there are times when they just need to let out their feelings, Muerte will always be there to listen, no matter what. If they want him to reply, he’ll think of anything to say, even if the things they’ve said had rendered him speechless, if they want him to just be there while they rant out their thoughts and feelings, he’ll be there.

He cares about them much more than he’s cared about any other person he could think of (other than his brothers and sisters of course) and he wouldn’t want them getting lost in the pain and sorrow he’s seen others get swallowed into so many times.

So expect him to always be there for them when they're feeling down, always to support them and make them feel better, cuddle them, especially if they end up dating.

If not and it's all platonic, then he'll be less affectionate, but still supportive nonetheless. He'll listen, he'll help.

He doesn’t want to reap their soul like he’s done with so many others.

#puss in boots #puss in boots death x reader #puss in boots the last wish #death x reader #muerte x reader #puss in boots death #puss in boots the last wish x reader #death the wolf #pib:tlw #fanfic #puss in boots x reader #puss in boots the last wish muerte #puss in boots the last wish muerte x reader #puss in boots the last wish death x reader

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websterss · 1 year

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𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 — 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Eddie decides to visit you at work, but when he gets there, he doesn’t think he’d find you in a funk.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Fluff

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2,275

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Eddie Munson x latina!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: This fic idea has been stuck in my head for a while so here ya go. Hope you like it!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

When Eddie came to visit you in the studio. He had this idea of finding you busy. He thought he’d see you in the booth, singing your heart out. Finding Zack your recording engineer laying down some tracks for you to sing on top of, but atlas, when he entered the room, he more confused as fuck. He titled his head in confusion. He found you sprawled out on the sofa the room had with your head hanging off the side, a notebook messy sprawled on top of your stomach.

“Babe..?” He called out to you. He stood by the entrance. “Is she dead?“ Eddie gestured to you. Zack quickly looked up from his laptop and glanced over his shoulder. He sighed and carried on with what he was doing.

“Nope, but I’m sure she wishes.”

“How long has she been like that?” Eddie had a knack for being concerned about you.

“About an hour or so now.” Zack shrugged. “I tried to tell her she was on the right track, but she stopped functioning-” Zack checked his watch. “An hour and forty-five minutes ago. Good luck.”

Eddie looked back at you. You were unfazed by his arrival, looking straight up at the ceiling. You resembled a dead corpse. He wasn’t even gonna question your current state, so he opted to walk over to the couch, crouch down, and press a tender kiss against your temple. It was like the cogs in your brain started spinning as soon as his lips touched your skin. Humming out a sigh. Your eyes closed as you leaned into his kisses.

“No te merezco.” I don’t deserve you. You opened your eyes to meet his big doe eyes staring down at you.

“What makes you say that?” He chuckled, reaching with his hand to remove tiny baby hairs from your forehead.

“You and your selfless acts of affection. Your need to always ensure I’m not in a bad mood. You and your stupid face blessing me on this god awful day, just when I need you.” You pouted. Eddie only raised a brow in amusement at your antics. Typical you.

“Lo siento…I’ll try to do better next time.” I’m sorry. Eddie said simply. He couldn’t hide his smile. He cracked.

“You dare mock me?” You sunk further into the leather sofa.

“I’d never fathom doing such a thing. Not when my wife is down in her slumps and I don’t know why.”

You hummed in delight. Your eyes crinkling at the corners. “Say it again, it sounds good when you say it.”

“What? My wife? You wouldn’t haven’t to know where she is by any chance, do you?” He looked over his shoulder in jokes of hoping to catch you in the booth. You laughed then flinched upon having his hands and fingers poke and wiggle against your body. Your flight or fight kicked in causing you to try and escape his attacks. You were a lost cause, and Eddie was winning. “Last I recall she told me she was gonna make today a kick ass one. Not to mention, record the first song on her new album!” He exclaimed victoriously as he heard the angelic sound of your melodious laughter. It was music to his ears. Feeling satisfied he stopped and let you breathe. “What’s wrong?”

“Ihavewritersblock.” You grunted, rolling onto your stomach, face planted into the leather. Your childish antics now felt stupid considering your current situation. It felt silly to you to be upset, but your lack of lyrical creativity was taking a toll on you.

“Yeah…I understood none of that. Come on, talk to me. Qué te pasa, hermosa?” What’s wrong, beautiful?. He poked your rib cage causing you to flinch again. You sighed deeply then turned your head so your cheek laid flat.

“I. Have. Writers block.” You whined.

“Writer block you say.” Eddie titled his head. He mocked your tiny pout.

“Yes.” You fake cried.

“Well, we can’t have that now can we?” He groaned as he stood up tall. His hand held out for you to grab. You solemnly eyed his palm before clasping your hand in his. He helped you up into a sitting position. He flopped down next to you and fetched your wrinkled notebook up. Flopping the thing into his lap. “Alright lets see what we’re working with...” He threw you a coy smirk before fixing his gaze on the lyrics you wrote down. “Zach this might be the time to be on stand by...” Eddie casually told him as he eyed the page closely.

You watched on as your husband bit his lip in concentration. You raised your hand up to your lips. The tip of your nail only managed to brush your front top teeth before Eddie intercepted and brought your hand down to intertwine his with yours. Old habits die hard, but Eddie was consistent to get you to stop biting and picking at your nails. You invited the gesture warmly and fiddled with the rings on his fingers. “It’s not done...”

“I know...most of these verses are not even finished.” He snorted.

“Don’t remind me!” You let yourself fall face first into his clad leathered shoulder.

“Hey. The verses are good, you just need to finish writing them out.” Eddie pressed a reassuring kiss to your head. “It’s a beautiful song though. I think it’s great that you’re finally doing an English album.”

“Yeah?” You lifted your head. Your eyes held onto hope and uncertainty.

“Yes, my brilliant lyricist. With a mind like yours, it’s nothing but hits after hits with you!” He sweetly peppered your face in kisses. Your face grew warm catching Zach getting a laugh out of you two. “What are we thinking Zach? Top 100?”

“If this song is headed in the direction I think it is...” Zach swiveled around to face you. “Top twenty. Maybe even number one.”

“Yeah right...” You scoff, looking down in your lap. “I’ve only managed to do that with Spanish songs. What makes you so sure I’ll be able to do it with an English album?”

“Y/n, you’re giving the fans what they’ve always wanted. We’ve finally listened, and now we’re in the process of delivering. Baby steps.” Zach flashed you a wide toothed grin.

“Well, these baby steps are a bit wobbly.” You chuckled, then turned the notebook around to let him see your scribbles. “If anything we’re crawling our way through this album.” You joked.

“You need to give yourself more credit.” Eddie hummed into your temple. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his side as you both settled into the sofa more.

“I need more than just credit, Eddie. I need some goddamn words!” You love-tapped him with your notebook.

“Words huh?” He took back that notebook and started reading the lyrics again. “Hey Zach, can you play it for me?”

Zach paused and looked at you for the okay to play it for him. You looked at him like a fish out of water. Eddie caught on and furrowed his brows.

“Am I missing something?” He nervously laughed.

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” You grew nervous, settling on the rings he still liked to wear. “I wanted to wait for it to be released to show it to you. It was inspired by you actually. But I need you to hear it so that you can help me.” You let out an exasperated sigh. “I need you now more than ever.” You looked over at Zach and nodded.

Not a second later the song's track started playing. Filling Eddie’s ears as he looked up at you in surprise. His eyes glossed over, as the soft ballad started playing. You wrote a song about him.

One of many he would like to say because other inspired songs have been in Spanish, he loved your songs in Spanish, he was able to enjoy them without knowing what you were saying, but this is the first song you’ve written about him that he would be able to fully comprehend.

Years of being married to you wasn’t enough to perfect his poor Spanglish. You promised him he was getting better at understanding Spanish. He thought so too, but he was only fluent to a certain extent that allowed him to get him through some small talk. Other than that he was a lost cause, but he was still trying. For you he would always try. He knew within time he’d get better. Eddie liked to joke around with you and say sooner or later he’d be able to talk behind people’s backs in two languages. You’d playfully scorn him about it, but you’d have a laugh about it too.

“Late at night when all the world is sleeping. I stay up and think of you. And I wish on a star. That somewhere you are thinking of me too...”

You were kneeling back on your heels, sitting anxiously wondering the type of reaction you were gonna get out of him.

Eddie kept looking back at the lyrics, eyes furrowed in focus. He was thinking. You just didn’t know if it was good or bad. He finally looked up at you, his bottom lip bitten by him.

“You hate it...”

“What? No!” Eddie could see the knobs turning in your head. He had about a second to ensure that he in fact loved the song. “I love it!” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “You didn’t even let me talk.” He followed your jaw down to your neck and nestled his lips into your skin. You closed your eyes as he kissed you over and over. He pulled back, sighing. “I was gonna say you’re missing the chorus.”

“I know!” You exclaimed. Eddie rubbed your arm up and down in a soothing motion. “I can’t think of anything. I need you and your brain.” You poked the side of his temple.

Eddie smiled at that. Then started humming the song. “m m mmm I just wanna hold you close. But so far. All I have are dreams of you...” He trailed off in thought. He looked over at you then started singing the third verse randomly. “m mmm I still can't believe. That you came up to me. And said, ‘I love you. I love you too!” He looked down at the notepad. Then that’s when you saw the geers shift in his head. It usually starts with a smile then he’ll add in his own suggestions. “What if the chorus was something like...I’m dreaming of youuu tonight? Like you’re starting off with talking about fantasizing the person you love, in this case it’s me.” He said it all smug-like. You smacked him, but nodded.

“Til tomorrow...That could be the next line because you can’t sleep forever, right? You eventually wake up.” Zach added in.

“Yes!” You pointed at him. “But what could come after that? I don’t wanna wake up, I wanna keep dreaming...I wanna hold onto Eddie in this dreamlike state.”

“I’ll be holdin’ you close?” Eddie sang out suggestively.

“No, not close...” You shook your head.

“Tight?” Zach shrugged. You perked up at that.

“I’ll be holdin’ you tight...” Eddie sang again with the new added word.

“Yes!” You cried out. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“I really liked that line you wrote in verse three at the beginning.” Eddie pointed it out with the pencil in his hand.

“The- Late at night when all the world is sleeping...that one?” You sang.

“Yeah that one, you mentioned sleeping. Where are you sleeping, though?” He asked with curiosity in his eye. This time he watched the knobs turn in your head. “You get where I’m going, right?” He laughed excitedly.

“My room...” You trailed off. Then gasped. “Oh my god, oh my god.”

“Que?” What?. He laughed. “Is the magic happening? Did the light switch finally turn on in there.” He knocked against your head for the gist. “Is this the part where you tell me you love me and how I’m a genius-” Eddie was cut off as you leaped into his arms.

“That’s it! That’s it! Lo hicistes mi vida.” You did it, my life. You cupped his face and planted a smooch on him. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” You quickly got off his lap and ran into the booth. “Zach!” You screeched in delight.

“On it!” Zach scooted his chair up.

You walked up to the mic and put your headphones on. You couldn’t help but scream into the mic and express your feelings. “Te amo, mi vida!” I love you, my life.

Eddie had walked over to the switches and buttons, leaning forward into his palms. He brought the palm of his fingers up to his lips, then blew you a kiss. You caught it and started writing down the words lodged in your head.

“I think I got it!”

“Ready when you are.” Zach said into the mic.

“Ready!” You danced in your spot as you waited for the music to appear in your ears. Then you finally heard your own recorded voice from the first verse.

Late at night when all the world is sleeping. I stay up and think of you. And I wish on a star. That somewhere you are thinking of me too.

You took a big inhale of air then started singing the chorus.

“Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight. 'Til tomorrow. I'll be holding you tight. And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be. Than here in my room. Dreaming about you and me...”

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fem!reader #eddie munson x latina reader #eddie munson #joseph quinn #joseph quinn oneshot #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn imagines #joseph quinn imagine #my gif #writings by juls

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fic rec list: 15 het Remus rare ships

aka not remadora, not gay remus, but a secret third (fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh) option

okay so i totally played myself here: this started out as a cracky spite reclist, but i should have known better… i may now have fifteen new ships.

seriously, they’re legitimately good. SO many good reads.

the list: remus/hermione, remus/lily, remus/minerva, remus/trelawney, remus/poppy, remus/petunia, remus/narcissa, remus/bellatrix, remus/fleur, remus/pansy, remus/cho, remus/luna, remus/ginny, remus/lavender, remus/andromeda.

bonus: several remus HP poly ships, and several excellent buffy the vampire slayer crossovers: remus/jenny calendar and remus/faith lehane.

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1. remus/hermione

look. i don’t just have a fic rec for this. i have a rec for a ship manifesto (original link | wayback machine) and rec list (LJ comm het-reccers | wayback machine)

Because of the slim canon interaction and the many obstacles to writing the pairing, it’s often done badly. But I think when it’s done well, it’s done very well; a writer who can keep the two characters true to the Remus and Hermione that we know and still write a convincing relationship between them tends to be a good writer. Consequently, there are some real gems among the fandom. In conclusion, yes, this is difficult to write and indeed to get your head around. But done well, it can be challenging, thought-provoking, fluffy, angsty, dark and hot. Often all at the same time. And in a fandom that ships cephalopods, this can only be a good thing.

first entry on that reclist is a ~10k E-rated fic titled after a shakespeare sonnet, and the rec begins:

This is by far my favorite fic in any fandom or ship. It's a beautiful story that depicts how these two characters slowly weave into each other.

the second entry has implied past wolfstar, and there’s fic by both setissma and musesfool on the list.

2. remus/lily

holy fuck this ship blindsided me with the angst and tragedy!! mwpp era writers, why are you Like This.

The Day After by violet_quill (1k, E). canon compliant, november the first, 1981, adultery. the repeating motif of street trash hurts me.

He doesn't think about how he doesn't like coffins anymore than he likes bars; he doesn't wonder who has the worse fate. He tries not to remember that he will be the only one left to put flowers on the graves. He doesn't think about James either.

bonus shoutouts to:

No Harm, But No Certain Good by victoria_p (musesfool) (1k, M), hogwarts era secret relationship, uhea as fuck

The Bowl Of Lilacs by copperbadge (12k, M), first war to eventual remus raises harry au, more plotty/remus-centric than shippy, but the remus/lily is both on page and significant

3. remus/minerva mcgonagall

two excellent poa fics:

The Ten Month Career of Professor R. J. Lupin by pauraque (3k, T):

He raised his hand to knock, but stopped halfway, caught in the shadow of decision. All during the long, hazy summer he'd thought of this, of what he should say, of how he should act.

god, i love this remus. the reminerva and sevinerva (yes, i did just invent these) love triangle is so beautifully woven!

A Year In The Life by copperbadge (41k, T): what a love affair! loved exploring a faculty romance through the eyes of these two, and the ending was so painfully drawn out! the Rent lyrics!!!

4. remus/sybil trelawney

two more POA with perfectly characterized dramatic trelawney, who Sees and is completely, hilariously wrong with her interpretation -- i adore this trope sm.

The Baby in the Pumpkin Patch & Other Stories by @evesaintyves: Chapter 3: The Seer, the Bell Jar, and the Packet of Crisps (~2k, G)

Black With a Tail by @paulamcg (500, G)

5. remus/poppy pomfrey

Take Care of Yourself by @patriceavril (8k, M), a lost years/pre-POA remus/poppy. so soft and tender, the little peter HC and the briefcase HC :') never gets old!

6. remus/petunia

A Different Fate by lordhellebore (6.5k, T): remus and petunia raise dudley and a disabled harry au, in 65 x 100-word drabbles. fluffy, angsty, a surprisingly wholesome take on this pairing!

7. remus/narcissa

Disparities by @puuvillaa (2.5k, M). first war fic, yummy hatesex, who is using who?

Fallen Stars by @siriusly-sapphic (4k, T): hogwarts-era alternative sorting slytherin remus au is such a good setup for this pairing!

8. remus/bellatrix

lots of intriguing takes on this pairing!

Bellatricked by Ellen Smithee (ellensmithee) (800, E): dark remus lupin, er, snuff.

What the Moon Revealed by Maria_de_Salinas (2k, E): can’t go wrong with a good first war hatesex!

Before the Veil by Donna_Immaculata (4k, E): more snuff fic hahaha. implied wolfstar, established snupin

worth mentioning that this pairing is not ALL snuff fic -- there’s a surprising amount of soft!bellatrix -- but tbh i liked these better.

9. remus/fleur

before marrying bill, fleur wants to make sure she is… Riding The Real Thing by snapealina (2k, E).

there’s also an interesting muggle art camp counselor/camper au (5k, M)!

10. remus/pansy

Pruddy's Inn by littlealex (2k, E): post-canon au, ahhh gorgeous '00s era fic.

Pansy's legs disentangle themselves from around Remus' shoulder and arm, and Remus collapses on top of her, unable to support his own weight. She sighs contentedly and threads her fingers through his hair, her eyes still shut firmly against reality. What good is reality, she muses, if I can just pretend to get what I want?

11. remus/cho

The Heart by bloodsugarlove (7k, T). teacher/student told from teacher pov is always fascinating and the prose in this one is unique and lovely! note: doesn’t warrant the underage warning, no whiff of underage sex anywhere.

It's something of a scandal that Cho is seeker for Ravenclaw; many girls appear threatened by this, though they can't deny that is is rather decent at the position. Boys think it is fascinating, and Chang herself is arrogant in the most charming way. Not that Mr. Lupin really thinks so, mind you; it's a collective opinion, and anyway he has had quite his fill of arrogance. He has had quite his fill of a lot of things. He would really rather think of something else.

12. remus/luna

Stubby Boardman and the Cacao Bean by kestrelsan (2k, G), a remix fic!!! loved the original drabble and it was so cool to see it expanded into this oneshot.

honestly this is a real quality ship! in addition to all the delicious smutty kink fic that’s all over the ship tag, there’s also:

this postwar perfection -- he was learning what was real: like Heliopaths and Snorcacks and love! -- Bearing Fruit by @paulamcg (2k, M),

this creaturehunting mission fic, with multiple pieces of fanart, created for @hpdrizzle fest 2017: The Naturists by hikorichan (9k, T)

and this lovely post-canon get-together -- Anytime by @nanneramma (1k, T) -- the seasonal pacing works so well for this nature-connected pairing!

13. remus/ginny

The Meaning of Restraint by Darsynia (4k, M): caught in a club and i’m not even underage! stellar vibes and dynamic here.

open my heart (let it bleed onto yours) by @lunapwrites (~20k (wip), E) -- a fascinatingly, wonderfully explored postwar marriage law au!

14. remus/lavender

Big Teeth/Little Red by PacificRimbaud (5k, M): oh my god this was utterly delightful. it’s a library meet-cute and a halloween party and the age differences, hahaha. a ton of age gap pairings here -- harry/pansy is the only one that is not, iirc.

While he tugs at the cap, he wonders at the audacity of living one’s life as Sirius Black. What must it be like: to understand the line between being a man who has bad ideas, and being a bad man? To gleefully ride along the edge of it, to toss away all but your own discernment, to simply do what you would like to do so long as no one’s being harmed, to not worry about what your desires say about you, to call your godson’s half-dressed former girlfriend a bad idea to her waggishly smiling face at your kitchen table and to let yourself bask in the fallout, sated like a wolf that's helped itself to a lamb. A— …big bad wolf…

15. remus/andromeda

Shelter at Your Door by starfishstar (13k, T): an andromeda doesn’t elope, marries and later leaves lucius au. the r/a relationship in this au is so well-written, their compatibility is so lovely, and although tonks is never born in this au, the r/t echoes are deliciously haunting!

"So," she said softly, pressing down against him, and Remus, following instinct at last, arched to meet her. "Are we doing this?" "Yes," Remus agreed, a whisper in her ear. "We're doing this." Careful not to sound judgemental about it, Andromeda asked, "Have you done this before?" With Remus and his insistence that everything about himself was dangerous and not to be allowed, it was difficult to know. He gave a self-deprecating laugh. "Yeah. Couple of times." "Oh?" she teased, still gentle. "What happened to being too dangerous for anything beyond friendship?" Remus' mouth made a wry twist. "It found itself on a collision course with being nineteen years old and horny, that's what happened to it."

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a bonus: if anyone's taking notes, i couldn’t find fic for:

remus/olympe maxime,

remus/myrtle warren,

remus/the grey lady

remus/parvati or remus/padma patil,

remus/rita skeeter in english,

remus/angelina aside from the remus x gryffindor chaser sandwich,

remus/millicent bulstrode that was not a crossover,

remus/rose weasley or remus/victoire (there's a bunch of remus/lily luna all written by one author)

not to mention literally any creaturefic at all -- remus/basilisk? remus/nagini? remus/mrs norris? remus/hedwig? y’all, i’m disappointed. there was one remus/crookshanks [chapter 21].

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bonus recs:

remus/hermione/ginny/luna, a nice lovely fluffy fun (E-rated) romp

remus/pomona/hagrid: "You see, I was thinking if you fucked this plant in werewolf form, we could get a beautiful crossbreed for dear Ru's birthday next month."

bonus bonus recs:

+1. remus/jenny calendar from buffy the vampire slayer

Weighed Down With Good Intentions by Thistlerose (8k, M):

"And your friends? Come on, Remus. You had to have had some. Outgoing, personable guy like you." Her tone was light, the kiss she pressed against the corner of his mouth playful. "They're dead too," he said, his smile fading. "All of them. There were never many," he added when she looked at him, her eyebrows raised. "Three. Four. One turned out not to be a friend after all." "And he – or she – " "He." "Is he dead too?" "Prison," Remus said. He closed his eyes and saw Sirius's face instead of Jenny's. Rough black hair, storm-colored eyes, lightning smile. Grease under fingernails. How many different kinds of lightning had he discovered that summer?

jfc this is GENIUS. the references to both BTVS and HP, the intertwining of both stories — it’s canon compliant to both, afaik, except for the bit where remus survives the second war to have that very last conversation — and holy shit that very last cameo!!!

+2. remus/faith lehane from btvs/ats

The Intent To Be Lost by voleuse (1.5k, T), post-Chosen, an encounter with a stranger.

"You could meet me again." She raises her eyebrows, leers a little. He rises from the floor, his body casting a lean shadow on the carpet. "Perhaps," he murmurs, idly running his fingers around his wrist. Faith shrugs again, but pauses before she exits. "You should," she hesitates. "You should be careful out there. At night." He's strong, but she's not sure if he's that strong, and he's starting to look a little pale. "It can get rough after dark." "Indeed," Remus says, but he smiles almost politely. "See you," Faith replies, and she tries to shut the door quietly behind her.

impeccable characterization sells a good crossover every damn time.

#remus lupin #hp fics #fic rec list #my fic recs #hp rare pairs #p.s. no prizes for guessing how many ships i saw 'moonflower' used for #mostly because i can't remember #the answer: way too many

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prettypleasewillgraham · 2 years

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LOUIS LEAKS! | Louis Tomlinson lyrics for The Way I Do, All Along and Lucky

The parts with (?) It’s because I’m not sure so if you wanna help correct it, I appreciate!

All Along - Louis Tomlinson

(FIRST VERSE)

We stay up till 6 just watching shit TV in bed

Late night drive to tesco’s to buy cigarettes and bread

I remember clearly how i turned to you and said

I wish I met you later

(PRE CHORUS)

We were younger (?) and so naive (so naive)

But in my head thats how it had to be

(CHORUS)

And now im home

I’ve been all over the world and I was wrong

and im smoking in my bed all own my own

And I cant wait till you’re awake so i can call

And tell you it was you all along (oh oh oh oh)

(SECOND VERSE)

We saw Ed in Manchester

I held you while he played

Everytime I hear his songs it takes me to that place

Even after all we’ve done I had the nerve to say

I wish I met you later

(PRE CHORUS)

We were younger (?) and so naive (so naive)

But in my head thats how it had to be

(CHORUS)

And now im home

I’ve been all over the world and I was wrong

and im smoking in my bed all own my own

And I cant wait till you’re awake so i can call

And tell you it was you all along (oh oh oh oh)

The way i do - Louis Tomlinson

(FIRST VERSE)

If I go out

Or stay in

Its all i ever do

All night long

On a drive home

Every mile is deja-vu

(PRE-CHORUS)

More than a habit

More than just once in a while

I gotta have it

Nothing can get me this high

That’s something better (?)

Didn’t know I was the type

But in the silence

(CHORUS)

Girl you got me like (OH OH OH OH OH OH OH)

I‘m never not thinking ‘bout you (UUUUUU)

Its all I ever do

I know that i can’t get us back

But i want to, yes I do

Can’t stop myself or relax

Just what I need, yeah

So well i need you

The way I do (the way I do)

(SECOND VERSE)

It’s not one thing, it's everything

A million memories

Can’t fight this, or deny it

I want you next to me

(PRE-CHORUS)

I want more than habits

More than just once in a while

I gotta have it

Nothing can get me this high

Thats something better

Didn’t know I was the type

But in the quiet

(CHORUS)

Girl you got me like(OH OH OH OH OH OH OH)

Im never not thinking ‘bout you (UUUUUU)

Its all I ever do

I know that I can’t get us back

But i want to, yes I do

Can't stop myself or relax

Just what I need yeah

So well I need you

The way I do (the way I do)

(OH OH OH OH OH OH OH)

Im never not thinking ‘bout you (UUUUUU)

Its all I ever do

Don’t know (?) that I cant get us back

But i want to, yes I do

Can't stop myself or relax

Just what I need yeah

So well I need you

The way I do (the way I do)

Lucky (possibly Lucky Again) - Louis Tomlinson

You give and give until it’s gone away(?)

Just tell yourself you gotta know the day(?)

You’ve lived that life you just don’t see it yet

I see how hard you want to be yourself

(PRE-CHORUS)

If you believe that guy is superman

They're selling tickets to the cinema

Whatever gets you through the darkest night

Just find the light out

In the madness

Hold tight

(CHORUS)

Cause I’m a hard man to lose

But I figured it out

Then made my way back

To a life I would choose

We were lucky once

Could be lucky again

Now I’m a hard man to find

But you figured it out

And I love you for that

Look back on a time

I was lucky once

I could be lucky again

(I could be lucky again)

(SECOND VERSE)

Before the world’d got you serious

Before the time had got we from us (?)

I meet you at your favorite subway stop

We grab some food and (?)

(PRE-CHORUS)

If you believe that guys is superman

They’re selling tickets to the cinema

Whatever gets you through the darkest night

Just find the light out

In the madness

Hold tight

(CHORUS)

Cause I’m a hard man to lose

But I figured it out

Then made my way back

To a life I would choose

We were lucky once

Could be lucky again

(I could be lucky again)

Now I’m a hard man to find

But you figured it out

And I love you for that

Look back on a time

I was lucky once

I could be lucky again

(Hard to lose hard to lose hard to lose, I could be lucky again)

#louis tomlinson #all along #the way i do #song leaks #lyrics #louis tomlinson lyric #lt2 spoilers #lt2

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I’ve only ever been vaguely aware of Eurovision in the past in a “oh, Eurovision is on? Yeah, sure, let’s watch it 👍” kinda way. Some years I’ve let it completely pass me by. But I’ve made a friend at my board games group who looooves Eurovision. It’s absolutely his thing that he waits all year for, and he’s helped me get into it too. I get it now. It’s really fun :D

So, I just binge listened to all the entries and here’s some thoughts from a newbie:

First off, who do I think will win? Croatia. Croatia: 100% my pick for #1. Never heard of Baby Lasgna before but now I want to listen to everything he’s ever made because what a banger Rim Tim Tagi Dim is! If this song doesn’t get at least top 2, that’s a paddlin crime. Seriously, it just has everything. Great melody, great lyrics, great message, super memorable. What more do you want? Come on, Croatia bros! Get your first win! 🇭🇷

That being said, if there’s anyone I think could give Baby Lasagna a run for his money, it’s Switzerland. I don’t think The Code is quite on Rim Tim Tagi Dim’s level, but live performances can mean a lot. If Nemo has a great night and Baby Lasagna fumbles his performance? Nemo could swing it. Some of his vocals? *Chef’s kiss* Even stronger than the strongest parts of Rim Tim Tagi Dim. It’s a dust up between a song I think is consistently super high in quality all the way through (Croatia) vs. one with quality that dips higher and lower at certain points (Switzerland) if that makes sense. I think the Swiss could walk a top 3 placement with this, easy 🇨🇭

Probably the entry where I differ most from the general opinion is Italy’s song. After listening, it struck me as a UK-tier entry (see below). As in good, but nothing remarkable. Middle ground. But that’s a minority opinion because everyone else loves La Noia! Everyone is saying it won’t just rank high, but will be huge after Eurovision and become a big chart topper. And I’m just here like: “Huh? Really? This one? 😯” Don’t get me wrong, it’s fine. But I can’t muster up any bigger feelings for it beyond “fine.” Guess it’s just taste at the end of the day 🇮🇹

Ooh la la, France’s song is beautiful! Absolutely gorgeous! As a side note, I love that so many entries are singing in their native languages. It’s so much better than everyone doing English. I do hope they give us a subtitles option, though. I can’t remember if that’s something Eurovision does? Anyway, I don’t know how true this is but I’ve heard Eurovision really doesn’t like slow, soulful ballads so maybe that will hurt Mon Amour? I hope not. It’s so lovely I think it deserves a lot of points. Slimane is another artist I’ve never heard of but I need to look up now. From across the channel, vive la France! 🇫🇷

The Netherlands’s Europapa is the dark horse of this competition. Has to be. I don’t think it will win - not against entries like Rim Tim Tagi Dim - buuut if it did, I wouldn’t be super surprised…? I can see a top 5 or even a top 3. I know the jury people can be sniffy about songs that are too silly and playful so maybe they will be Joost Klein’s downfall? I think viewers will love it, though. I certainly did. I wouldn’t be mad at all if Europapa won 🇳🇱

If the Netherlands is the dark horse then Finland is the dark horse’s dark horse. I love No Rules! It’s so much fun and a real camp banger, too! Just pure, pure cracky fun. I think this will be a real love/hate, marmite “you either get it, or you think it’s really dumb” entry. I have no idea where this one will place. If it came bottom 5 I’d be like, “yeah, understandable” and if it came top 5 I’d be like “yeah, understandable.” Love it either way. Keep doing you, Finland (and yes, I agree you deserved to win last year) 🇫🇮

Before getting into this contest, I had no idea Luxembourg was such a Eurovision powerhouse! Look at this little Duchy that could, coming out every year swinging at the big boys and getting knock out after knock out. What an inspiration for the little guys of the world. It’s awesome, just like their song. I think this could be a mid to upper entry? Fighter is low in the odds right now, so I’m hoping this will be an entry that ends up surprising everyone on the day. Keep that David and Goliath energy going, Luxies! 🇱🇺

Spain was a surprise! I know from my limited Eurovision awareness that they usually score low, so I wasn’t expecting much. But I really liked Zorra a lot. Apparently people think it will either do really well or really badly? I hope it does well because I loved it. Go, Spain! I hope you crack the top ten 🇪🇸

I can’t make up my mind about Austria’s We Will Rave. Sometimes I like it, sometimes I think it’s too generic club banger? Of all the entries, this is the one I’m going back and forth on the most even after lots of repeat listens. If I had to choose a position, I’d say middle to upper middle? Hmm. IDK. We’ll see how you do, tricksy little hobbitses Austria 🇦🇹

As for closer to home in the British Isles, I didn’t care for Ireland’s song, sadly. I’ve listened to it twice now and I can barely remember it. Which is surprising since even I know Ireland is usually one of the big, swinging dicks of Eurovision. One of the few countries who can give the Swedish master race a run for the top spots. I was expecting a lot from Ireland but, IDK, it didn’t feel like Doomsday Blue could find an identity? Like, it’s stuck halfway between a serious and a wacky entry? It’s hard to put into words because I’m so musically illiterate lol, but I’ll try. It’s not dramatic enough to compete with Rim Tim Tagi Dim or The Code, but not crazy enough that it doesn’t get overshadowed by Europapa and No Rules. Speaking of, I think it’s trying to do what Europapa has but didn’t quite make it? Ehh, we’ll see 🇮🇪

The UK? Hmm. Eehh. Mmm? Hmm…I think Dizzy is a good song and I like it better than Doomsday Blue, but I’d be surprised if it was a threat to the upper echelons. It’s too safe. Competent, nothing wrong with it, but doesn’t stand out. I don’t think it will do badly exactly - unless Olly Alexander really boobs it up on the night - but I can’t see a top ten placement. If our Irish bros come low, I think we Brits will come an unremarkable middle of the pack? Or just under? Again, we’ll see 🇬🇧

Speaking of countries who are usually members of the Eurovision Cripples Team as my friend calls us (wooo! Yeah! Go go useless nations! 🇪🇸 🇩🇪 🇬🇧 😂) apparently poor Germany is predicted to come last again. And yeeeaaahhh, considering this is another entry I can’t remember at all despite multiple listens, I’d believe it. I still love you, Germany. Don’t give up! Satellite was one of the Eurovision finals I actually saw, so I believe they can be good again 🇩🇪

Aaaaaand those are all my thoughts so far. It’s still a few months away, but I’m already getting excited! I can’t wait to go to my first watch party. Then afterwards it will be fun to look back on this post and see how my predictions held up. Maybe I’ll have some beginner’s luck? Either way, best wishes to all countries performing! 😄

#eurovision 2024 #esc 2024 #my posts #not hetalia

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qtssvnwoo · 2 years

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Means Something- Draco Malfoy

warnings: mentions death, mentions blood that magical pen thing Umbridge uses on the students, not proof read

a/n: This fic contains song lyrics from Lizzy McAlpine’s Song “Means something.”

Guide: Bold and Italic- Song lyrics, Y/n (Your Name)

words: 1.3k

I saw your name on a street sign, in the middle of nowhere, and that has to mean something.

You saw signs of him everywhere. Streets, Diagon Alley, Hogwarts, even in your own home. No where was safe from the signs that lingered in the back of your mind. Every corner you went past and every road you went down had little memories and reminders of him. At first you thought you were crazy, and then you grew to love the little reminders of him.

I know your zodiac sign, me and Leos get along great, and that has to mean something.

“Do you really believe in all those signs and that stars tell us things?” Draco asked, directing his attention from the sky over to you. While still looking at the stars.” you answered.

“Yes and no. I believe something can lead to your personality but it doesn’t entirely mean it's true.”

“Care to elaborate my love?” Draco chuckled, propping himself up on one elbow while staring lovingly at his partner.

“Well, the stars tell us stories with constellations, like the little dipper and the big dipper. And as for signs, I think they can describe people's personalities pretty well.” Draco laughed and rolled back onto his back, earring a glare from the person bedside him.

“What's so funny to you Malfoy.” You asked, sitting up as they watched the boy beside them continue laughing to himself. Draco sat up with them and faced them, leaning an arm on his knee.

“I just think it's fascinating how you believe all that.” He laughed, moving his bangs away from his eyes as if he was trying to get a better look at you. Draco smiled softly as he reached his hand, which was previously resting on his knee, up to your cheek and lightly held your face in his hand, rubbing softly on your warm cheek. “I love listening to you talk.”

But for some reason, your not here, and I refuse to believe that means something

“That's the third time this week Draco!” You yelled as they attempted to walk away from him. Draco had missed yet another date they had scheduled, and each day was a new excuse that he had pulled out of his ass.

“Love you don’t understand I-”

“You what, Draco? You had extra homework? Got caught up with quidditch? Or were you just blowing me off again?!” You had felt deep inside that you were just over reacting, and that him missing a couple dates wasn’t as big of a deal as it had seemed to be, but something else screamed inside you that he was lying.

“Blowing you off? You truly believe that I would purposely miss a date without a proper excuse?”

“Maybe, you’ve done it before so what's stopping you from doing it again?” Y/n could see the look on Draco’s face as they spit out the words. The words seemed to pierce Draco in the gut as he just stood there with a look on his face that could only be described as absolute betrayal.

“I would never do that to you Y/n! You know that,” He paused, walking towards them and taking their hands in his, “you know me.”

Even with the reassuring words from Draco, you couldn’t help but still feel like he was lying, like something was truly wrong.

I felt the way that you hugged me, when I was broken inside and that has to mean something

Draco was holding onto you while you cried. Slowly rocking back and forth as a way to comfort or ease the pain coming from your wrist. He softly shushed you, as he ran his thumb back and forth over the mark on your wrist. I musnt tell lies, it read. Draco felt shivers run down his spine as he remembered the look on your face whilst you were writing. He wished he had been there to try and stop Umbridge. Or to at least try and make your punishment less painful.

“Draco, it stings.”

“Shh love, I know, I know.”

“Why must you support her? She's a terrible person Draco.” To this Draco stayed silent, scared to face the truth that she was in fact a horrible person, scared that something would happen to him if he said something different.

I felt the way that you kissed me, when we got too drunk that night, and that had to mean something.

Draco held the back of your head as he pushed you up against the wall, feverishly kissing you as his other hand rubbed up and down the small of your back.

You kissed back just as feverishly, tugging at the hair on the back of his head while your lips danced with his. You wrapped your arms around his neck and slowly pulled away, sighing in content as he kissed down your neck and sucked on the sides of your neck.

“Draco, we shouldn’t be doing this here.” You whispered trying to pull his head away from your neck, but to no avail.

“If you're quiet no one will know.” He smirked at you before pulling your chin up to meet his. Looking into his eyes, you could swear you saw a flash of your future, and before you could say anything, Draco wrapped his arms around your waist and counted to kiss you like tomorrow wasn’t going to come.

Every time I think too much, it ends up crazy, but I don’t know how to not think about you.

You tossed and turned in your bed. The covers felt itchy and the cold air felt like it was mocking you as it nipped and bit at your nose. You let out a sign of frustration as you stared at the ceiling with only one thing on your mind. Draco Malfoy.

Every time I trust my gut, I think I’m crazy. ‘Cause I don’t know how to put my trust in you.

Draco looked at you with a concerned look spreading across his face. He reached out to try and take your hand in his but all you did was pull away.

“Love please you know-”

“No Draco. I don’t know why you had to do this. I don’t know why you had to become one of them.” you spat, crossing your arms protectively over your body while staring daggers at the boy. “I don’t even know if I know you anymore Malfoy.” Was the last thing you said to Draco before turning on your heel and walking away as tears stained and painted your flushed cheeks.

Do you think it means something, that I wrote another song about you?

Your eyes focused on the sky above you as pieces of rock crumbled on all sides. People were walking around, looking at what was left of Hogwarts. But your gaze was fixed on the clouds clearing above you. The voices drowned out as you placed a hand on your aching waist.

“Y/n. Y/n please. Get up.” Draco yelled. You turned your gaze over to the boy beside you,

‘why was he crying?’ you thought to yourself as you watched him hunch over your body and hold onto your cold hand.

“Please just stay with me. Don’t leave me.” He whispered, picking up and cradling your body as his sobs shook him. He rubbed the side of your face as he sobbed into your chest. The blood falling faster and faster from your waist as you hummed softly.

Draco stopped for a second and looked at you, he knew this song, he recognized this song. So he hummed along to the tune that you had written for him so long ago, while he swayed your body back and forth. The sounds of Draco’s quite pleads for you to wake up mixed with the humming of the song you wrote slowly drained into a bone shattering silence as you felt your hand slowly fall from Draco’s, hearing one last scream of agony erupt from Draco’s throat as you withered away in his arms. Your body lay limp as the blood flow stopped. You felt nothing other than coldness, and you saw nothing other than darkness. But Draco felt his heart drop and his stomach turn as he realized what he was seeing before him. You were dead.

#draco #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco x you #oneshots #angst #draco angst #harry potter #harry potter angst #harry potter x reader #draco x y/n #fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #draco fanfiction

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thefirstcourtesan · 4 months

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My Favourite “Break Your Heart” Songs

I replied to a post of @jerzwriter ‘s about love songs and admitted that while I know a few, my writing taste leans towards songs about bittersweet or lost love. So I decided to make a list of my favorites. I’m sorry in advance.

1. I Would Have Loved You Anyway by Trisha Yearwood. This has been number one in my writing playlist for almost two decades now much to my husband’s chagrin. I think he could happily never heart it again 😂 but to me there is no better bittersweet song about love gone wrong. “… If I'da known the way that this would end/ If I'da read the last page first/ If I'da had the strength to walk away/ If I'da known how this would hurt/ … I would've loved you anyway”. There is just something so powerful about that. Not every love story lasts forever, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth it.

2. Dynasty by Miia. This song is my unofficial theme song for “Portia: A Roman Tragedy”. The idea of we could have had it all but then we didn’t. “Thought we built a dynasty that heaven couldn't shake/ Thought we built a dynasty like nothing ever made/ Thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break up”. The first time I heard the song (in a fan video), I went “ohh, that’s the tragedyverse”, it just sums it all up for me.

3. What Might Have Been by Little Texas. I have always been haunted by the possibilities of “what might have been” and this song just sums it up in such a beautiful way. “We could sit and talk about this all night long/ And wonder why we didn't last/ Yes, they might be the best days we will ever know/ But we'll have to leave them in the past./ I try not to think about what might have been/ Cause that was then and we have taken diff'rent roads/ we can't go back again there's no use giving in/ And there's no way to know/ What might have been”. You can’t go back, you can’t ever know what could have been.

4. Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac. Of course this song is on the list. The lyrics, the haunted way she sings, the video of her signing it in 1997. This song is heartbreak perfection. “Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me/ I know I could have loved you/ But you would not let me”.

5. Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift. This is just a beautiful song (and a great video). “Nothing lasts forever/ But this is getting good now/ He's so tall and handsome as hell/ He's so bad, but he does it so well/ And when we've had our very last kiss/ My last request is/ Say you'll remember me/ Standing in a nice dress/ Staring at the sunset, babe/ Red lips and rosy cheeks”.

6. Strawberry Wine by Deana Carter. I have loved this song since I was a teenager (and the “when 30 was old” line hits particularly hard at 40) and as I have grown the song’s impact on me has changed and now I really appreciate the bittersweet look back on first love and how that kind of love only comes along once. “There's nothing time hasn't touched/ Is it really him or the loss of my innocence?/ I've been missing so much”

7. Already Gone by Sleeping At Last (it is a Kelly Clarkson song, but the version I love is a cover). “Started with a perfect kiss/ Then we could feel the poison set in/ Perfect couldn't keep this love alive/ You know that I love you so/ Ilove you enough to let you go” but also “Remember all the things we wanted/ Now all our memories, they're haunted/ We were always meant to say goodbye”. This song just hits so hard and sums up the idea that some things are always meant to end (are you sensing a theme 😂?)

8. Didn’t We Almost Have It All by Whitney Houston. Another one that I have played over and over until my husband never wants to hear it again. “Didn't we almost have it all/ When love was all we had worth giving?/ The ride with you was worth the fall my friend/ Loving you makes life worth living”.

9. Don’t Speak by No Doubt. Another one that goes back to teenage Misha. I think this one got me a few break-ups once upon a time. “Don't speak/ I know what you're thinkin'/ I don't need your reasons/ Don't tell me 'cause it hurts”.

10. Beautifully Unfiniished by Ella Henderson. “But maybe all that we are meant to be/ Is beautifully unfinished/ And I hate you, and I love you/ And I wish you'd go away/ And I hate you, and I love you/ And I wish that you would stay”. I love the pain of this song, the love and the hate, the idea that something is ending when you don’t want it to but you know it has too.

Narrowing it down to 10 was hard and there are lots of other regular songs on my writing playlist, but these are my favorites (although honourable mention to “Last Kiss” by Pearl Jam). If you feel like writing some angst, I highly recommend putting on some of these songs. I definitely have a “type” when it comes to my favorite music, there is something about the end of a love story and looking back that really hits hard for me.

#music recommendation #sad love songs #misha writes #writing music

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baby-girl-e · 1 year

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Cowboy like me

Characters - Iceman x Maverick, Carole Bradshaw

Summary - Ice once called Maverick a Cowboy. Maybe he was right, but maybe Ice was a cowboy like him.

Or Maverick gets invited to his cousin's wedding and Ice tags along as his secret lover.

Word Count - 5k

Warnings - mentions of period typical homophobia

A/N - This one is massive, but she’s my baby so I don’t care. Cowboy like me by Taylor Swift is one of my favorite songs and it just SCREAMS Icemav in my head. I hope you like it and all of the lyric Easter eggs I’ve included :)

Maverick never thought he’d find love. Not in that ‘oh woe is me’ sort of way, but in the genuine way of, he just didn’t think it would happen. When he met Charlie he thought maybe he was wrong, he let himself believe it for just a moment. That moment was fleeting, she left without as much as a goodbye. Maverick was absolutely crushed, he vowed in that moment to never get his hopes up again. However his wingman apparently had other plans. Ice showed up at his door after he heard about the breakup with beer and pizza stating that he could wallow this one night and then he was done. Much to Mav’s surprise it actually worked, the day Ice demanded that he get over it he actually started to feel better.

“Honestly Mav it would be embarrassing to be so put out by someone like her. She can’t even fly a jet and yet she wants to tell us how? No thanks.”

Ice’s words, although harsh, were exactly what he needed to hear. He still built a brick wall around his heart, but at least he wasn’t crying anymore.

He carried on like that for a while. Waking up, teaching at TOP GUN, hanging out with Ice, sleep, repeat. It was grossly mundane but it was working. He had a schedule and something to look forward to. He realized later that it was actually someone that he looked forward to. Ice was the best part of his day. If he did something he was particularly proud of, Ice was the first person he wanted to show. If there was a new movie out, he couldn’t imagine watching it with anyone else.

Of course Maverick being Maverick he never thought of it as love. Why would he? He had deemed himself incapable and not allowed. Ice on the other hand was on a better track, unbeknownst to Maverick.

He remained clueless until one of his weekly phone calls with Carole when she tried to point out the obvious.

“Peter Mitchell, you are so in love with that boy.”

“What? No Carole this is Ice. He’s a man.”

Silence on the other end. Then a very dramatic sigh.

“Pete, my sweet angel. Did you know that you can fall in love with someone, even if they’re a boy?”

“Yes Carole-anne I know. But I’ve never even thought a guy was attractive, how can I be in love with one?”

He knew that woman enough to know she hated being called Carole-Anne, he was hoping to try and derail her choice of subject. In hindsight he should’ve known, this is Carole, she was the human epitome of ‘if there’s a will, there’s a way’.

“There’s a first for everything sweetie. Will you indulge me, just this once? Just hear me out.”

There was no way he’d get out of this, better to get it over with fast.

“Fine Carole, but there’s no way this is going to end like you think it will.”

(Spoiler alert, it does)

“That’s the spirit! Okay, first question. And feel free to just answer these in your head if they’re too personal. When you wake up in the morning, who do you most look forward to seeing?”

“Hey, that's not fair. Ice is the only competent person I see all day. It’s either him, my students, or fucking Viper. We’re friends, it's not that weird.”

“Okay, okay. Next question, when you called to tell me about that cat you rescued from a pipe, was I the first person you thought to tell?”

His immediate thought had been Ice. He didn’t think much of it then but now? Maybe she was onto something. His first thought was often, ‘I've got to tell Ice.’

“That silence is loud Mav. Okay now I want you to close your eyes.”

“Carole, this is silly.”

“Hush boy, are they closed?”

Maverick reluctantly closed his eyes and told Carole he had them shut.

“Now, imagine you’re at home. It’s a Saturday night and you’re bored. You’re just dying to do something. Then there’s a knock at your door, you open it and, who’s there Maverick? Who do you wish was there? Living people only, you can’t say Nicky.”

Ice. There was no question. It was how he had been spending his Saturday nights for the last couple of months.

“It’s Ice Care bear.”

“Wow, I never would have imagined. Keep your eyes closed for this last thing, and bare with me here. He comes in, and kisses you. Be brutally honest here, would you pull away? Or would you kiss him back?”

That was enough to give him mental whiplash. Never before had he imagined kissing Ice. But he listened to Carole, like he always did, and tried his best at imagining what it would be like.

Oh, Oh.

He audibly gasped at the thought. He’s sure he’d kiss like he flew, straight to the point. A man on a mission. He’d probably hold Maverick in a vice like grip, and he can almost feel his hands at his waist.

“Fuck Carole.”

“Sorry Pete. This probably isn’t the best of revelations is it?”

For a million different reasons, no. It’s the worst revelation. But for that one good reason? It’s everything.

After that phone call Pete is hyper aware of his interactions with Ice. He notices every look, every touch, everything. He can’t decide if he’d rather the feeling be mutual or not. On the one hand if Ice didn’t like him like that, he’d be crushed. But if he did? That was an entire can of worms that he wasn’t particularly excited to open.

“Alright Mav, give it up. What’s wrong?”

“What? Nothings wrong. Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know, maybe the fact that you’ve said maybe four words to me since I came over? Or the fact that you’re sitting on the other side of the couch like I’ve got some contagious disease or something.”

He was right. He was sitting so far away because of something contagious. He was noticing how good looking he actually was and wanted to jump him every other second. He could play it cool at work, no matter how good he looked in that uniform it was a reminder of why crushing on Iceman like a schoolgirl was such a bad idea. But here in the comfort of his own home, Ice on his couch wearing sweats and a black t-shirt he was certain was soft, his self control was dwindling.

“Ice I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.”

Almost like he didn’t hear him, he scoots closer to Maverick, getting right in his face. Maverick couldn’t help but let out a small gasp.

“No, I’ll worry about whatever I want. What’s going on?”

He said it so soft and low that Maverick couldn’t help his gaze dropping to the other man's lips. They looked so soft and inviting he almost reached out. Almost.

“I can’t say Ice. I just can’t.”

He was whispering now too. There was no way he could trust his voice to stay steady otherwise. Ice’s eyes caught Mavericks again and put his hand on the joint of his neck and shoulder.

Maverick shudders.

“Hey, it’s me. There’s nothing you can say that will make me run away.”

Oh he could think of a few things. But he didn’t think Ice would drop it anytime soon.

“Promise you won’t laugh at me or stop being my friend?”

He had never felt so small in his life. He felt like a child, just begging for love.

“I promise. There’s no getting rid of me.”

His eyes looked genuine. He was serious. Maverick thinks he could do this.

“Well lately… I’ve been having these feelings. Romantic feelings. For you.”

There it was, bomb dropped, now all that was left was brace for impact and damage control.

The impact hit and… Ice broke into a smile. Wait, a smile?

“You do?”

He looked almost childlike too. Only his wasn’t fear, it was hope. Almost like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but in a good way.

“Yeah Tom. I do.”

Mav could see tears starting to form in his wingman’s eyes.

“Fucking finally.”

The next thing he knew he was being kissed. This kiss was nothing like he’d imagined. Still straight to the point, but oh so much better. Maverick was kissing him back in an instant and felt those hands he had imagined move from his shoulder to his waist. The intensity picked up and before Maverick knew it he was on Ice’s lap. He was straddling the taller man and took this opportunity to feel his hair for the first time. It was softer than he’d imagined in this un-gelled state, short but still long enough for Maverick to run his fingers through. The sound that prompted out of Ice’s mouth was positively sinful. It was all Maverick could do to moan back.

Eventually air became a need and they pulled away slightly.

“Fuck Mav. That was…”

“Yeah. I know. How do we…”

Neither of them could finish sentences at the moment it seemed. But the question of How do we do this still hung in the air. It was the looming threat of dishonorable discharge that made them hesitate in the first place.

“Did we just kiss?”

Apparently kissing Ice made Maverick stupid, more so than usual.

“Yes Pete we did. Do you wanna do it again?”

“Yes please.”

And so they did. Again. And again. And again. Eventually they found themselves in the Kitchen? How did they get here?

“Seriously Mav, we need to talk about this. Do we want to keep doing this?”

“Oh I absolutely do.”

“As in just the kissing or… like an actual relationship?”

Maverick thought for a moment. He wasn’t sure they could ever have an actual relationship, at least not in the same sense most straight couples do. But whatever they came up with, he wanted it.

“I want everything with you Tom. Whatever we can get away with.”

And so they did. True to their word they made their own version of a relationship. Ice told Slider and Maverick told Carole and Merlin. He had gotten close with the RIO in the months following the Layton rescue. The circle was small, but they didn’t need the world to know for them to feel valid. They had who mattered.

Sooner or later a year goes by and the couple is all but living together. Ice rarely goes to his house, if only to keep up appearances. They’re on the couch one night when Maverick gets a phone call, not uncommon given Carole usually calls at this time of night.

Mav comes back from the kitchen with an unreadable look on his face, which is uncommon given Ice is usually able to read his boyfriend like a book.

“Babe? Something wrong?”

“No, no. That was my Aunt Margie.”

“Aunt? I didn’t know you had relatives you still talked to.”

Tom was right. Maverick really didn’t have much family that he still talked to. His dads family made him out to be a pariah after what went down and his mothers family was nearly non-existent.

“Not much no, but this aunt was only 20 when everything with my dad went down and she was already disowned by the family because she had a kid at 16. She contacted me when I was a teenager and introduced me to my cousin Emma, she was only a little younger than me. Anyways, we were always close, I still call on holidays and birthdays. They called after Goose died.”

“Oh baby I had no idea. What did she want just now?”

“Emma’s getting married.”

Maverick couldn’t believe someone younger than him was getting married. He supposed that maybe if things were different him and Tom would probably be starting to talk about that too. A nice thought.

“Wow. Are you going to go?”

“Yeah she was calling for my accurate address so she could send an invite, on the flip side I’m one of their only family members too. It’s in two months, Texas.”

“Two months huh? That’ll probably line up with our leave.”

“Which poses the question, would you go with me? She already said I could bring a plus one.”

Tom looks stunned, like it had never crossed his mind. They had spent so much time just assuming that they’d be doing things separate that it shocked them to consider doing stuff in public, together.

“I’m sure she meant it to be a romantic partner, Pete.”

“Well it’s a good thing you’re my boyfriend then Tom.”

“You know what I mean.”

Of course he did. All he did was understand that stupid little fact. It was killing him.

“She knows I’m a pilot, I’ll introduce you as my wingman. We can even come up with some story that you have family in Texas and decided to tag along to save money on gas.”

“Maverick she just called, how did you think of that so fast?”

“Darlin, I spend most of my time thinking up excuses for us to do all sorts of things. I love you like that.”

Tom had tears in his eyes, something Maverick noticed ever since they started dating. It was almost like he couldn’t believe Maverick was in love with him, even if they had exchanged those words months ago.

“Well when you put it like that… Let’s do it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah baby. Let’s go to Texas.”

///

Maverick was extatique to say the least. He spent the next two months booking a hotel and making all of the necessary arrangements. He even researched towns for Ice’s fake family to be from in case someone asked.

Finally the day came for them to leave and Maverick was up before the sun packing the car.

“Mav, baby, I love you but for Christ’s sake the sun isn’t even up.”

“We’ve got places to be darlin, giddy up!”

“Pete, you did not just say ‘giddy up’.”

Ice looks pretty, all exasperated in the light of the just now rising sun, staring up at Pete from their shared bed.

“We’re going to Texas my dear, I’m just getting you ready.”

A signature eye roll from the Iceman.

Eventually they made it on the road, with a little prodding from Pete and a lot of groaning from Ice. The ride itself was long but peaceful if Pete was being honest. The only times that the two of them get to feel like a real couple was when they were alone (besides the times they were around their friends that knew) and this car ride was an extended amount of alone time. They held hands whenever they felt like it, even if Ice had lectured him on safe driving (but he never let go). They talked, and talked, and talked. About nothing in particular, just whatever came up.

“Ice, you’re telling me that you had a girlfriend for an entire year and you didn’t know?”

Ice was driving and past flings came up. A lighthearted mistake honestly.

“First of all I was thirteen. It wasn’t like we were kissing. I thought she was my friend and she and everyone else thought she was my girlfriend. Never in my life have I thought a woman was attractive, she was my first and only girlfriend.”

“Well, I wish I could say the same. You’re my first and only boyfriend.”

Pete realized what he said too late. Was it too soon to talk about forever? Or could they ever talk about forever in their situation?

“That confident huh? Think I’ll put up with your crazy ass forever?”

“You love my ass.”

Tom laughs and Pete lets out a laugh of relief. Ice made a joke about forever, but he never said no. He’ll take it.

///

They eventually (after a fifteen hour drive) make it to Lubbock, Texas where Mav’s cousin is getting married. They pretty much drop dead in the hotel room, not even having the energy to take advantage of the change of scenery and the comfortable bed. Well, they did use the bed but for strictly passing out.

The next day is the wedding and Pete is nervously pacing the room as they get ready.

“Let’s go over this one more time.”

“Baby, I’ve got it. If anyone asks, I am visiting family too, we decided to just drive together.”

“And if they ask where they’re from?”

“I say they’re in San Antonio. Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”

Pete gave him a nervous smile and Tom pulled him in for a kiss.

“Hey, baby, it’ll be alright. Okay? Let’s just relax a bit and enjoy some time together. Hm?”

Pete was anxious and for good reason. He was about to introduce his boyfriend to some of the last people living he considered family. But they couldn’t know he was his boyfriend and damnit if that didn’t hurt. Pete thought Ice was pretty much the coolest person ever, and the fact that he loved Pete? He wanted to shout it from the rooftops.

They arrived at the wedding without incident, but in a pleasant silence that only came with their level of connection. Walking into the venue, which was some fancy country club, he didn’t really know what to expect. He honest to god only knew the bride and her mother and from his knowledge of weddings while limited, those were the two busiest people on a wedding day.

“What do we do, just sit?” Pete asked Tom in a whisper, only leaning in slightly. Back into the mode of ‘we’re just wingmen, nothing more.’

“What, have you never been to a wedding before?”

Pete stared at him blankly. Not really knowing how to answer since he hadn’t but he knew that wasn’t a normal thing.

“Oh, you haven’t, have you?” Tom looked genuinely shocked.

“I mean I’ve seen them on TV, so I know the gist but… never in real life no.”

Tom looked sad, like he was just putting together why he hadn’t. Pete had been an orphan for a great majority of his life. He had no family but the people whose wedding they were currently at, and it wasn’t like his foster families were super keen on parading him in front of their friends.

“Well I have, so I'll show you. Sometimes they want you to mix and mingle, and other times you sit on a specific side if you’re there for either the bride or groom.” He loved Tom for just explaining it and not dwelling on his less than fun childhood. He always knew what to do.

They venture further into the venue and Pete see’s what is clearly an aisle with chairs on either side. Behind it is a big white tent over the tennis courts, he made an educated guess that it was for the reception.

“See there’s a sign here that says Bride so that’s the side we’ll sit on.” Tom points out a fancy wooden sign that indeed said bride.

They sit towards the back, hoping to inadvertently avoid people talking to them, but that seemed an impossible feat for a wedding. They were approached by what he assumed were two bridesmaids almost immediately.

“I don’t believe we know you two, how do you know the bride?” They seemed nice, both blonde, one tall and the other a little shorter. Obviously his type, case in point: Ice, but he was way too obsessed with Ice to even notice their looks.

“I’m Pete Mitchell, Emma’s cousin. This is Tom Kazansky, my wingman.” He gestured to Ice and he gave the girls a polite wave.

“Wingman huh? Are you pilots?” Ah this age old question.

“Naval Aviators actually.” If Ice weren’t in public that surely would have gotten an eye roll out of him.

“Oh I see, well I’m Emma’s best friend Suzanne, and this is the equivalent of my wingman Anna.”

Pete couldn’t help but laugh. She probably didn’t think of her friend in the same way that Pete thought of Tom, but he understood the sentiment.

“Well it’s nice to meet you both. I’m sorry I can’t say she’s mentioned you.”

“Emma’s always been private about her family for reasons I’m sure you understand. She’s mentioned you a couple times, said you were a victim of the Mitchell shame too?”

“That’s one way of putting it. The Mitchell’s were always about what they looked like to everyone else, and I guess a child of a teen mom and the son of a traitor was just too much.”

Ice was a silent participant in this conversation, but his eyes went wide at his boyfriend's words. Pete wished he could squeeze his hand to reassure him that he knew what he was saying, but alas.

“She mentioned that too. I’m sorry they got you too. But from the looks of it you found yourself some family too?”

She didn’t even know the half of it. Tom was his everything.

“Indeed I did.”

“Well, we’ll catch you later, shows about to start.” With that they walked away, leaving Ice and Mav alone once more.

“Since when are you so loosey goosey with the whole ‘I’m Duke Mitchell’s kid’ thing?”

“Since they weren’t Navy people. I’ve learned that people outside of the Navy don’t really care that your dad is an enemy of the state. At least not much.”

Ice smiled and god was he ever going to get used to that? Ironically his smile made him feel like he was being melted from the inside out.

///

The ceremony was nice, a little boring, but Ice told him that it was normal. He couldn’t help thinking what his and Tom’s wedding would be like. He knew that was a dangerous thought, but he couldn’t help it. In an imaginary world he knew they’d have the class of ‘86 there to celebrate with them, something small. Pete would want to send invitations to everyone he knew though, once again having the urge to shout that he loved Tom Kazansky and was loved back from the top of his lungs.

They made their way to the tent covered Tennis Court that had been lit up with twinkle lights after the sun started to set. It really looked pretty magical. Romantic.

“Wait here and I’ll get us drinks?” Tom was a great boyfriend, albeit a secret one.

“That’d be great thanks.” He had to physically restrain himself from calling him babe and it hurt more than it should’ve.

Tom left with a wink and Pete found himself alone at the table, not something he was upset about. But it didn’t last long before his aunt found him.

“Pete! I’m so glad you came!” She embraced him in a hug and Pete all but melted into it. It had been too long since he had a maternal hug that wasn’t from Carole.

“Me too Margie. Congratulations by the way.” She pulled away but still held Pete by his arms.

“Oh I didn’t do much. She found him all on her own. How are you doing?” What a loaded question. Honestly? He was doing great. He had a boyfriend he adored and a job he loved. The only thing that would make it better was to have Nick by his side to enjoy it with him.

“Things are good. I’m doing good, honestly.”

She gave him a knowing smile, she was always smarter than anyone in his family.

“That’s good to hear Pete. I hope you’ll introduce me to your wingman tonight, maybe get some insight as to just how good your life’s been?”

Wait, what did she mean by that?

“Oh, Margie he’s just-”

“I know Pete, your wingman. Don’t worry I’m not asking, I’m just happy you’re finally happy, no matter the reason.”

She patted his cheek and walked away before he could say anything else. It wasn’t until he felt a tear on his cheek that he realized what had just happened. She knew, and she didn’t care. Well would you look at that.

///

Eventually Ice came back with their drinks and Pete told him what his aunt had said. He was nervous, obviously, but he trusted Pete and if Pete trusted her? That was enough. They were just hanging out when Suzanne approached their table.

“So, how’d we do, boys?” She had an air of humor about her, someone he could really see himself being friends with.

“You didn’t trip once, I’d say it was a success.” Ice had been quiet for most of the day, so it was nice to hear him loosening up a bit. Probably thanks to that drink.

“Well Tom that’s good to hear, I actually had some less than noble intentions coming to say hi. I was wondering if you’d like to maybe dance?” Her question was directed at Tom and Pete could nearly hear his heart break. Oh.

“I’d be honored.” Say what you want about Iceman, cold-hearted or whatever, but the man was a gentleman. He had to say yes. What was he going to say? That he had a boyfriend?

As they walked away Tom looked his way and gave him an apologetic smile. His heart cracked again at the sight of the love of his life taking the dance floor with someone else. She got to hold him close, in the middle of a crowded room, and nobody could say anything. His whole world stood out there swaying with someone that wasn’t him.

Pete rarely cursed the world, god knows he had many reasons to, but he never did. He didn’t like to whine. But now? Under the tent covered tennis court? He could curse the whole planet. All because of some scared little people deciding that he couldn’t love who he wanted, he had to suffer for the foreseeable future.

Not able to take anymore of this, he stood up and walked out of there. He was outside but he felt like he was suffocating from the lack of air going into his lungs. He stops when he knows he’s alone outside of the tent, far enough away that he won’t be bothered but not so far he can’t still hear the music playing softly in the background.

He sits on a bench that’s barely illuminated by the moonlight, and lets himself wallow. He cries for his lost friend, he cries for his parent-less upbringing, and finally he cries for not being able to love out loud. He knows it’s probably the worst place ever to cry about these things, but he can’t help it. It’s like a dam broke and he was helpless to stop it.

Vaguely in the distance he hears someone walking towards him, and he mentally prepares himself to lie his ass off as to why he’s crying. But when he looks up and sees that it’s just his boyfriend approaching he settles. There’s no hiding tears from Ice, it’s a lost cause.

“Mav? Baby are you okay?” When Ice gets closer Pete can see the look of deep concern on his face.

“No.” He said simply. Why lie to the love of your life?

Ice embraces him in a tight hug the second he’s close enough. Maverick can tell he might be crying a little too.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to be rude. I-”

“Shhh, I know baby. I know. Still makes me sad that I can't dance with you like that.”

Ice pulls back and has a look on his face, a rare one of mischief. Distantly Mav can hear the opening notes to Etta James’ At Last, one of his favorites.

“You can if we’re alone, do you see anyone around?”

That cheeky bastard. “No, I don’t think I do.”

Ice looks around for good measure and pulls Mav close, nose to nose, one arm around his waist, and the other gripping his left hand. He leads them in a somewhat sloppy waltz, but it’s quiet enough that he can hear Tom’s small embarrassed laughs so he doesn’t mind. They carry on like that for a minute, just soaking in the moment.

“This is dangerous Ice.”

“What, dancing with my lover?” He whispers that last word far too seductively for them being in public.

“Yes, but us in general. We’re a dangerous game. Can you be okay with that? I know how you are with your rules.” He winked to try and lighten the conversation.

“I know, but you’re worth it to me. If it came down to it and I had to pick you or my wings? I’d pick you.”

Pete was speechless. Flying was their whole world.

“You can’t really mean that Tom.”

Ice had a soft lovesick look on his face.

“But I do. With my whole heart.”

Pete tried not to get choked up, failing miserably. When he and Ice started dating he really didn’t know how long it would last. Like Ice had previously said, he really was a cowboy, he’d never been in a long term relationship like this before and wasn’t sure he had it in him. But after a while he started to realize that maybe Ice was a cowboy like him. Hardened by the world and all of its evils, but it seemed in the end they found each other and all of that changed. Ice’s boots had their home beneath Mav’s bed, and forever they would stay.

“I hope you know that you’re it for me Tom. I’m never gonna love again.”

Tom smiled, all watery, and kissed Pete hard on the lips.

“Me too Mav. Me too.”

They stayed like that for a while, in each other’s arms, relishing in this stolen moment. Pete was infinitely glad he decided to go to this wedding, it was exactly what they needed.

///

Over the years of their relationship, the pair danced a lot after that wedding. It was usually in the privacy of their home, with the kitchen radio playing in the background, but it was their little thing. Mav’s favorite though was at their wedding. It was 2011 and DADT had just been repealed, and they invited everyone they knew. Even Pete’s aunt Margie and cousin Emma, and her three grown children. They decided that they’d have their first dance as a legally married couple to the same song they had their first dance to, At Last by. Etta James. It was perfect.

Swaying in that ballroom with his husband, Pete felt like his world was complete. He had locked down the most beautiful man on the planet and damnit if he wasn’t proud of himself.

“Hey Kazansky?”

“It’s Kazansky-Mitchell to you.”

“Right, but I’ve just gotta say something.”

“Out with it then.”

“You really are a cowboy like me, aren’t you?”

That got him a laugh he could listen to forever, would listen to forever. In that moment he decided that forever was the sweetest con.

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Can I request the 11. Prompt of the love quotes with either Tsukinaga Leo or Kagehira Mika ?

↛ ❀ Love quotes

Leo Tsukinaga

“I promise I will marry you when we’re older!”

It was weird, at first Leo was just a normal kid. He was your best friend since you lived in the same neighborhood as him and could visit him whenever you wanted.

“Uwah! Dance and sing with me [Name]! He pulled you up from your seat as a ginger man appeared on screen with a microphone.

“I-I don’t know the lyrics.”

“Read them on screen.”

He sang and danced almost exactly like the people on TV, he always had a big smile on his face. There was something that made you want to do the exact same thing.

You handed Leo a cone of ice cream. You could tell there was something off about him. He stared at the ground with a tense expression.

“What’s wrong Leo?” You leaned into him to get a better look at his expression.

“Will you be with me forever?” He asked with haste, as if he had been waiting to ask you that. You flinched as you thought.

“Of course I will!. You’re my best friend.” You claimed. While putting your hand over your heart. Leo didn’t seem convinced in the slightest. You scrambled to think of a way to prove yourself to him. You set down your ice cream and got down on one knee, gently taking his hand into yours.

“I really mean it! I promise I will marry you when we’re older! That way, we’ll really be together.” Leo froze in a blissful state before he pulled away his hands and stood up, dropping his ice cream cone on the ground.

“I just thought of something! Do you have a paper or anything?” He asked eagerly.

“N-no not at the moment.”

“Ah no! I’ve got to write this down before I forget!” He took off in the opposite direction, presumably towards his house. You nearly tripped getting up and chased after him.

“Write what down?!”

“A song!”

Usually, Leo would be exhausted after running that distance but he wasn’t tired in the slightest. He was kicking his feet and giggling while writing down a song. You sat beside him, he wasn’t letting you look though.

“Leo are you almos—!”

“Yes, now shh!”

You smiled empathetically. It was around five minutes before he cheered and picked up the paper.

“I’ve got it!” He stood up and backed away, clearing his throat.

My gratitude stays due

As long as you’re here

My pledge stays true

Oh, please look at me

One glance and there’s this feeling

Why can’t you see?

All you need is me, and no one else.

Now that you’re here

I live to bring joy to you

Alone or not, my love won’t disappear

This is my pledge

The pledge of my heart

Oh, This is my pledge

The pledge of my heart

He proudly put his hands on his hips as your eyes sparkled.

“Is that song about me?” You pointed at yourself with a big grin on your face.

“Yep! That’ll be my wedding vow when the time comes.” He winked as you melted in your seat.

“I love you, Leo! I want to get married as soon as possible!” You flew out of your seat and jumped on him.

Note: My first enstars request!! I love Leo. I wonder how he writes so many songs without any trouble. I was thinking for a good 20 minutes about the song

#leo tsukinaga x reader #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #love quotes #2/10

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MartianBugsBunny Reviews: The Music of Wish

I'v been working on this for the past week or so and I have now seen the movie...eight times I think? Four on one Sunday and four on the next lmao

Let’s get the basics out of the way first! Overall, a lot of these songs were mediocre but probably would’ve been things I’d sing in the shower ad nauseam if it weren’t for one or two really horrible lines. That’s kind of the overall theme of the music from Wish, to be honest. I liked the music/tunes of most of these, though. I also noticed that the lyrics have this weird dichotomy of “let’s rhyme these things even if it doesn’t make sense” and “let’s just not care about the rhymes,” both of which were kind of off-putting to me.

I think the voices they got to sing this stuff were MEGA wasted. Ariana DeBose has the most heavenly voice; her higher register has a gorgeous sound. Chris Pine is better at singing than I would've expected. Both of them are good at those subtle shifts in pitch (I think it's called melisma? but don't quote me on that) that I can and will go nuts over. They deserved better material to work with. Now onto the specifics! I’m gonna rank each song out of ten (totally arbitrary lol) and ramble about why for a while. It's not too long, so if you have a little time on yours hands, read on and enjoy!

Welcome To Rosas 5/10 Not bad. It terms of tune, it has some decent flavor, but the lyrics are pretty forgettable. I think using a song to set up the concepts that they did was a good idea, like the first song in Encanto, but I just don't like it much. I think part of that is the informal tone??? like when Asha says "so like, we have this king" or "I'm totally kidding" or "oh hey, did I mention," that kinda gets on my nerves. and yes, I'm well aware that's a little hypocritical bc The Family Madrigal did some of the same things, but WTR isn't super strong to begin with so I instantly become more annoyed at the little details. Also, Asha's literally being a tour guide for the kingdom and that's not professional imo.

At All Costs …… I’m not scoring this one. I don’t know how to. I’m addicted to the chorus, that’s the first thing I’ll say; I watched Wish four times on the first day I watched it, and that was the first part I started singing along with. The harmonies get into my gut. But honestly, in terms of context, it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. The lyrics sound like they should be directed at a person, not inanimate objects, which takes me out of the moment when I’m watching the movie. Some parts are a little clumsy, but if I’m viewing it as a love song it’s stunning, and DeBose and Pine's voices are heavenly together. I will say that subjectively, it's my favorite song in the soundtrack, I fell for it so hard and fast. <3

This Wish 7/10 In terms of Disney “I Want” songs this is at the bottom of the rankings, let’s be real. I like the sound of it, especially the non-syllabic vocalizations at the end of the chorus, but a lot of the lyrics just do not hit. Now, I will say that I saw a lot of people ragging on “to have something more for us than this,” and that’s actually one of my favorite parts of the song. It captures that feeling of longing for more without knowing exactly what that means or how to phrase it out loud so neatly. On the other hand, I definitely agree with the critiques of “throwing caution to every warning sign,” that’s one of my least favorite lyrics in the whole movie.

You’re A Star 6/10 Oddly, this one was less horrible than I expected. It delivered absolutely nothing, don’t get me wrong. It tried to tackle the idea of people and stars being made out of the same stuff and basically living as different notes in the same symphony and failed spectacularly. The big question “have you ever wondered why you look up at the sky for answers?” was one of my favorite lyrics in the entire soundtrack and there was NO payoff. (Plus, if I mixed up “elegant” and “eloquent” in a multi-million dollar movie I would never be able to look myself in the face again.) The entire second half of the song was pure lyrical garbage. But I like the tune and the animals are pretty cute, and despite being relatively hollow I found myself enjoying this one.

This Is The Thanks I Get 7/10 I’ve already said this but I’m gonna repeat myself: tonally this song was all wrong. 0/10 for that if I’m being perfectly honest. Something more along the lines of Hellfire or Be Prepared would’ve hit a lot harder—more sinister, more in line with the descent-into-madness thing that was occurring in the plot, would’ve improved this section of the soundtrack SO MUCH. With that complaint out of the way, the song we got was fine. Some of the lines were either poorly-written or repetitive, but as a whole I kind of enjoy it and would definitely dance around amateurishly in my room to it. It’s just too silly.

Knowing What We Know Now 1/10 This was my least favorite song in the entire movie. I just hate it. The lyrics are so sloppy.

This Wish (Reprise) 7/10 Honestly I think I liked this part better than the original song. Asha starting by herself and gradually being joined by her friends and the entire city was incredibly moving, and I might go so far as to say that this was the most powerful moment of the movie. I also enjoyed the twists on the original lyrics, particularly “we’re past dipping our toes in, we know it’s do or die, it’s sink or swim.” That part just felt really well done.

#I'm hurling this out into the void now #I'm sure I could think of more to say but this is as much as I have the energy or spare brainpower for rn #wish #disney wish #wish 2023 #disney #disney music #welcome to rosas #at all costs #this wish #you're a star #this is the thanks I get #knowing what we know now #this wish reprise #asha #king magnifico #music #martianbugsbunny reviews

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My Disenchanted thoughts

I know this blog is called alescendants but Disenchanted is still Disney and it makes sense to write my opinions on it here. These are my personal opinions, everyone is entitled to have their own thoughts on this movie.

I wrote a lot so it’s all hiding under the readmore:

PROS

Finally, we know why Giselle was living with animals in the woods!

Morgan calling Giselle ‘Mom’ was so pure ngl

Seeing Giselle, Robert, Edward, and Nancy all being friends years later was so sweet, and the latter two being Sofia’s godparents? My heartt 😭😭

And finally Nancy sings! I keep repeating “For through this wand from Andalasia flows the magic of our magic world to here”, and also Love Power obviously lol

"Congratulations on the increasing size of your progeny." and "Hogwashery!" in this film vs "I don't know what ‘melodramatic’ means" in the first film. Bless you, Edward, you're academic now and I am so proud of you

“Morgan, if you want to be mad, you be mad at me. But you do not talk to your mother like that!” >>>

Robert is the blueprint for all men I swear

Morgan hating the move is all the better when you remember Robert said she’s shy and doesn’t have many friends. I feel you, Morgan, I suck at making friends too 😀🤝

I don’t get why people don’t like the music, I loved all of it! It saved the movie imo.

Maya Rudolph can SINGGGGGGGG

“Nobody ever would bother to tell a tale with Maleficent and with Cruella.” That was good honestly.

Gabriella Baldacchino is so good in this! She can really sing, good for her.

CONS

Everyone saying ‘the whole cast is back’ when Nathaniel wasn't in the movie (as well as Narissa for obvious reasons) felt very weird and wrong to me

Why was Edward barely in the movie?? His himbo energy is a big part of makes the first film so great imo, and while he did steal the three scenes he was in (yes, three), he deserved to be in the movie more. Also this is a personal issue but I hate how he’s never called ‘King Edward’, as I was hoping his Disney Wiki page would be able to be retitled to that lmao. His name is King Edward of Andalasia, put some respect on his name.

And I was hoping he’d have a scene with Morgan detailing his own experiences with wicked stepmothers. But he and Nancy were missing for the whole middle act 😭, AND James Marsden deserved to sing more!

Robert too. Why did they make him an idiot knight? He’s not endearing like Edward, he just annoyed me. And they obviously kept him out of most of the film because True Love’s Kiss would undo Giselle’s wish. It pissed me off how nobody thought of doing that lmao

“We bring love from Andalasia and offer belated birthday cheer.” That was in the trailer, they filmed a part for it. It and the rest of the lyrics are in the official Spotify song, so why was it cut out of the film? So unnecessary.

Same with the Monroeville portion of the opening song, it should’ve been kept in.

The 2D animation sucks, and why did Nancy look so different? She and Idina both don’t have blue eyes, where did that even come from?

I wanted Giselle to go back to Andalasia and for Robert to go there period. We need to fully see how he looks in 2D and how Giselle changed.

And I dislike the implication that Giselle has never returned to Andalasia and shown Robert and Morgan where she grew up. As IF she’d never say goodbye to the animals who raised her. And since Morgan always asked for stories about Andalasia, why not TAKE her there? Literally what is stopping her? It’s bad writing.

And speaking of Morgan, yes teens are angsty but it still hurt to see her fight with Giselle (their relationship in the first movie is precious).

And I’m confused about the whole wicked stepmother thing? “It’s not true what they say, I have met so many kind and wonderful stepmothers.” What happened to that?

But ignoring that, Morgan calling Giselle her stepmother in the argument hurt bad. Because she knows how Giselle (apparently) feels about stepmothers and she was obviously trying to hurt her.

Giselle could’ve done her animal call and it either doesn’t work or ravens and other animals portrayed as villains (snakes, rats like in Lady and the Tramp) show up. That’d fuck her up and it’d be cool to watch! And Morgan sang the animal call in pt 2 of Fairytale Life, she should’ve done it for real.

Malvina was disappointing. I was expecting her to be an Andalasian who Narissa banished, like Giselle. Maybe they’re related (like Ursula and Morgana) and/or she was threatened by her magical competition so she sent her away. And with a name with Malvina, it made sense to me that she’d be Andalasian. Clearly that was the intention and I don’t get why the team behind the movie would trick the audience like that bc it’s the opposite of a good plot twist. Queen Narissa had way less screen time and I prefer her way better.

Plus it’d keep Narissa relevant to the plot which was not the case and I was deeply disappointed.

I predicted that with Monroeville’s slogan literally being “Your Fairy Tale starts here!”, it’d be designed by Malvina to be a trap for Andalasians to find out how they left Andalasia and if she can take their portal back there. Like there was so much potential that went wasted.

And where the hell is Malvina’s husband? (He’s on the billboard with Malvina and Tyson at the entrance of Monroeville, so he definitely existed at one point.) If he’s dead, at least just mention it once?

Why was Morgan and Tyson’s song cut? It’d give him + their relationship much needed development and it’s a cute song.

Rosaleen and Ruby were annoying. I love YNB and Jayma but their characters aggravated me.

Sofia crying after Morgan was pushed down the well could’ve been a chance for Giselle to break away from her evil self to care for her daughter. I thought that’d happen. We all did, right?

There’s probably more but I’ll stop here lol

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