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bbbrianjones · 2 years

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hi again i forgot to ask but im genuinely curious whos your fave from mental as anything sorryy <333

cara irpo32pjrbewrefjpoknflej;klnf;knlfjknlfbdklnfn marry me i swear to god!!! YOU ASKING ME THIS ACTUALLY MADE MY DAY <3!!!

it's greedy!! i know i'm gonna get really sappy and a little bit emotional talking about him because he means so much to me. he really does. i don't want to be all cliche and whatever but his music changed my life. for real. one time i went laid on the floor and listened to fundamental as anything and just sobbed. sobbed my little eyes out. because of how much his lyrics meant to me. all of his songs always have these little touches of sweetness, say a song like spirit got lost. really it’s about spooky season and ghost and ooOooOOoO HOWEVER he just HAD to include the line ‘they’ll always be a chair for you in the corner of my heart’ i mean WHAT IN TH E HONEST FUCKKKKKKKK that lines launches into the fucking sun every time i hear. i listen to that line. blackout and then play it again. like my heart honestly swells so much because it’s so sweet!! it really is!! another song which makes my brain rot is ‘let’s go to paradise’, which in itself is quite a sweet and romantic song, with its line ‘don’t you wonder about the time that you spent wasting your own when you could be wasting mine?” I MEAN WHO HONESTLY WRITES STUFF LIKE THIS!!!! he’s just a big teddy bear, a wonderful little marshmallow!! he’s also quite funny, i remember an interview where he was talking about food and dinner wines and suddenly casually dropped that he was the reason his brother broke up his six month engagement. like honey i didn’t need to know that but you know what?? i’m glad i do now!!! i also LOVE seeing the development he has as a songwriter, his songs were mostly album fillers which doesn’t mean he didn’t have a banger each album which can be seen here now GO!

get wet! - insurance man

espresso bongo - won’t let me drive

cats & dogs - too many times

creatures of leisure - bitter to swallow

fundamental - date with destiny

mouth to mouth - my door is always open to you

literally chef’s kiss to all of these songs. but really the first songs/singles were all martin’s and reg’s songs, and of course being that they are songs from this band, they slap so hard. so hard. oh my god. BUT greedy barely had any songs, at most he had three on each album up until fundamental. this is literally stretching it but to me he was kinda like the george harrison of the group where he was kinda in the background just doing his own thing and then suddenly he goes BOOM! i give you live it up, top twenty hit song in ten countries!! and while i’m at it - you’re so strong! oh? that isn’t enough??? DATE WITH DESTINY THEN BABY!! literally the first THREE SINGLES from their best selling album are from greedy. like i don’t think you understand, where is the appreciation for this sudden transformation??? my king deserves much more respect than that !!! and then greedy really does become the main guy for writing the singles, and produces banger after banger and honestly it’s such a blessing. martin once said he loved all the songs greedy has written because same same. i get u martin baby!!

look the reason i do love him so much is because with his songs, he does bring so much joy to my life especially in a period in my life where it was just awful. without going into too much detail as i will have a breakdown, live it up saved my life, because it made me feel like i was seen and loved after a very traumatic event, like greedy himself wrote it for me. like yes it is very much a pop song, in some way it can be seen as quite silly, my dad always sings ‘get it up’ rather than live it up but even HE KNOWS the connection i have with this, it’s my baby. it’s my oxygen supply, my bloodline. i saw someone say that mental as anything gave up their “quirkiness” when they released this and i got SO OFFENDED. this is literally a man talking to someone about how the whole world would literally collapse if they smiled - how can you NOT explode hearing that?? please greedy sir warm my hands against the cold <3 it’s always a song i use when talking about why music means so much to me, it’s that song that allowed me experience connection and just a reminder that everything is going to be ok. weirdest song to have that kinda emotional response to but i don’t care!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#ask #acrossthisantheap #ask game : send a band and i'll tell you my favourite member!#you guys didn't see this. you guys don't know me. don't listen to me. i don't know anything.#writing this was just he's the best i love him to me crying because i wish i told him how much he helped me.#imagine being the man would could get 800 plus words out of me.... imagine....#this is funnily enough the first one where i don't mention his looks. i think that might show you something.#anyway dropped YOUR favourite member... i'd love to know <3

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zodiyack · 3 years

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Rude! (3,000+ Follower Fic Special 1/3)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Female!Hopper!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Billy stuff, lyrics, fluff

Song: Rude by Magic!

Words: 1,798

Summary: Billy's love for Hopper's daughter is too strong to be stopped by the tough Chief Jim Hopper. Despite being told "not in a thousand years", he plans to love her regardless.

Note: Thank you so so much! I love you all, and writing your ideas, as well as sharing mine with you, has been so fucking fun and amazing! I'm sorry for my lack of words, I wish being an author came in handy with writing this, however, all I can say is that I love you all from the bottom of my heart. I've seen people do shout-outs, and ask-related stuff with their follower things, and I may do that, I'm not sure. For now, I hope you enjoy this... Thank you all, again!

Also 1/3 means that there will be two other fics released for the 3,000+ follower present!

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"Saturday morning, jumped out of bed and put on my best suit. Got in my car and raced like a jet all the way to you. Knocked on your door with my heart in my hands, to ask you a question, 'cause I know that you're an old-fashioned man. Yeah."

Billy was freshly graduated, working as a lifeguard whilst his girlfriend worked her own job, both saving up for their chance to ditch Hawkins and move to California. Sweet Cali. Billy was excited to show the love of his life around the place he called home. Though, physically, he left the salty ocean and windy beach behind, the place never truly left him.

You could see it in his eyes. The waves crashing in his blue orbs. He swore the scent had just barely clung to his belongings; the smell of the tangy air that followed a majority of the state. Working at a pool was the closest he got to the memory of California. Chlorine was most certainly not the salted ocean waters, but with the circumstances, he decided it'd do.

The way his face lit up whenever he talked about his home...it made Y/n more and more excited to see it. His girlfriend had grown up in Hawkins, stayed there her whole life. Never once did the Hoppers leave Hawkins.

But the second that was introduced to Billy, he knew it had to change.

Although they were saving for a big move, Billy had...other things in mind with what to do with his first large pay-check (or series, rather. Working as a lifeguard didn't pay well with just one check). He began to work more shifts to make up for the money he'd spent, and one day after calling in for a day off, he decided to put his plan into action.

"Billy, stop messing with the tie."

"It's annoying." Hands slapped away his attempts of adjusting the black silk tie.

"Well it won't stop being annoying if you keep fucking it up."

For the first time in a long time, Neil Hargrove was calm. Not happy, not amused, not pissed off for some unjust reason- just calm. He wasn't wreaking havoc and he wasn't being an asshole to his son. Billy hadn't seen this side of his dad in quite some time, in fact, he thought something important was going on and he was about to fuck it all up. And then, Susan retreated to the living room with a camera and a freshly ironed suit.

"You're not putting me in that."

"And who asked for your opinion?" Neil deflected with a raised brow. One heavy sigh later and Billy was leaving the bathroom, dawning the whole black and white getup.

Susan clasped her hands over her mouth, a tear leaving her eye, "You look so handsome! Just like your dad!"

Billy rolled his eyes, "Great."

However, his careless attitude was swept under the rug when the blue Camaro pulled up to the police station, interrupting a clearly distressed Chief Hopper bickering with his daughter. Billy had to get himself together before stepping out of the car, jaw slack after seeing the beauty he got to call his date.

"Hello Mr-"

"Don't even try play nice with me, Hargrove. She's not going anywhere with you. End of story." Hopper kept his eyes trained on the blond, body tense like a snake preparing to strike it's prey.

Y/n grabbed Billy's arm, slowly directing him to the car, "And in the sequel, we find out I am going with Billy. End of that story."

"There is no 'sequel.' The writer got drunk and lazy." She paused, turning to face her father who stood tall, arms crossed and face unamused.

"So his daughter picked up where her father left off, and then the sequel was published and the two lived happily ever after, the end."

While her dad attempted to search for a line that would better hers and force her to stay, she pushed Billy toward the driver's side and slid into the car as fast as she could, rolling down the window as Billy started it up. "Bye! I'll be back before midnight!"

The two drove off toward the school, leaving behind a trail of dust and very, very, pissed off Hopper.

Prom was better than Billy thought it would be. He didn't want to go at first, but after Max found out and spoke to her mom about it (the little redhead a cupid-in-the-making), Neil pushed him to go (as he was "doing something else besides being a lazy-no-good rebel"). It was then that he called Y/n and asked if she'd be going.

The suit came in handy. Clashing with his rocker aesthetic, he put it back on once more. The once-annoying tie proved to be somewhat okay in the end.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend, but the answer is no!"

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude?

With a deep breath, he ran-over the conversation in his head once more. Like a script for an actor, he had thought of every possible outcome and every possible line for him to face it with. He almost chickened out as his fist rose to the door, but it was too late, for his knuckles rapped against it before he realized he was even knocking.

El opened the door, eyes wide when she saw the familiar mullet and button-down. "Papa..." She muttered as she backed away and out of view.

Hopper traded places with her, his lazy expression sobering up instantaneously, replaced with a grumpy scowl. "Hargrove."

"Mr. Hopper, sir."

"What are you doing on my front porch?"

He swallowed roughly, palms sweaty against his sides. "I was wondering if I could talk to you."

"You seem to be doing just that right now, Hargrove." Hop crossed his arms and clenched his jaw.

Well, this was certainly not something Billy had thought of. He was on panic mode internally, attempting to find any response that could save his hide and accomplish what he set out to do. Unfortunately, the word-vomit button seemed to be misplaced under the button labeled "help".

"I'd like to marry your daughter, sir."

Hop's eyes grew just as big in size as El's had when she opened the door. He choked on his own surprise, coughing it off, then glaring at the boy in front of him. "Over my dead body, Hargrove. If that's all, I'd strongly advise you to get off of my fucking porch while you're still alive."

I hate to do this, you leave no choice; can't live without her. Love me or hate me, we will be boys- standing at that alter. And we will fly away, to another galaxy, you know. You know she's in love with me, she will go anywhere I go-

"Billy, he's just stubborn."

"No, no, I don't think he likes me."

Y/n sighed, rubbing her boyfriend's back. He hadn't told her of his proposal plans, only that Hop seemed to have it out for him. "It'll take time, but he'll warm up to you!"

"It's been how many years since he's met me?"

"To be fair, your reputation wasn't doing you any good until now..."

"It's not like that was fucking obvious." He slouched further down in the front seat of his Camaro. To Billy, all hope was lost. If he couldn't get Hopper to give him his blessing, he was sure he'd lose his goddamned mind.

Y/n frowned. Her frown flipped around as an idea popped into her head, her lips finding Billy's knuckles and quirking his attention. "Even if he never likes you, I'm not going anywhere."

Billy laughed softly, "he'll fucking kill me if you go against him."

"Eh, that's only if he can catch us."

"You're out of your fucking mind, Y/n Hopper."

"I know."

The rest of the night was spent in the Camaro, of course, doing one of Billy's favorite pastimes. By the time the sun rose, Billy was sneaking a kiss to a giggling Y/n before dropping from her window in the cabin and running to his car, parked far enough that Hop or El wouldn't notice. He blew her one more kiss, which she pretended to catch, then he broke into a sprint.

Maybe, he thought, just maybe; there was still a chance.

His knuckles hit the door again, shifting on his feet nervously. It swung open to reveal Hopper, an unimpressed look bringing no surprise Billy's way. It was quite expected, honestly.

"What." His tone made it clear he wasn't up for fucking around.

"Mr. Hopper, if you just give me one chance to prove to you that-"

"No, no, no, no, no. Let me make it very clear to you that I want you to have nothing to do with my daughter whatsoever. No marriage, no friendship, I don't even approve of you guys fucking or whatever-"

"We're in a serious relationship, sir. It's nothing like you think it is."

This made Hop laugh. He continued to do so, holding his stomach, until he realized Billy was unamused. "Oh, you're serious?... My answer is still no, Hargrove. My answer will always be no. Go find someone else's daughter's heart to break. You're not hurting mine."

"It's not like-"

Before he could even get the words out, he was met with a door in his face. Turned down, again.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend, 'cause the answer's still no!"

Again, again, and again, Billy incessantly pleaded with Hopper. Different tactics were all met with the same answer; rejection.

He held up a sign outside the cabin, only for Hopper to close the curtain and chuckle as he sipped his coffee.

He asked at the door again, only for Hop to threaten to give him a black eye (which was met with "aren't you the sheriff? Isn't that illegal?").

He raced past the police station, Max leaning out the window with another sign, only for Hop to threaten them with holding cells.

He even went as far as to ask Max and El to help, but Hopper had none of that, and sent Max home with a rant full of nos.

However, if Jim Hopper thought any of it would get it into Billy's head that getting his blessing was just not happening- he was as wrong as Nancy when she claimed not to have feelings for Jonathan.

Billy had another plan in mind, and this one was impossible to say no to.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend- but no still means no!"

"Hopper." Billy stood before his desk, interrupting his nice date with a delicious doughnut, and earning a very annoyed glare. "I got Miss Byer's blessing. Aren't you two a thing?"

"You son of a-"

"I got Eleven's too."

"Hargrove, I'm gonna-"

"Before you cuss me out, I think you should know that I've got a stable job, an interview with a mechanic so I have a job when the pool closes for the winter, and I've got a house on the market I'm looking at. I'm devoted to your daughter and she's devoted to me. You may not like me, but I think you're a great dad, better than the one I was unfortunately stuck with. You raised a strong and amazing woman. She's incredible and I admit, she deserves better than me-"

"You don't have to say that twice." Hopper huffed, crossing his arms.

"I know she deserves so much better than me, I'm surprised she's even with me too. But she loves me, and I think you can see that. I love her too. I would never, in a million years, break her heart."

Jim stayed silent for a few minutes. The silence brought uneasiness to Billy, but that was intentional on Hopper's behalf. He finally piped up with a cough, clearing his throat, before his piercing eyes met Billy's blue orbs.

"I'll hold you to that, Hargrove."

Bonus:

(after the wedding)

"What was that about a no?" Billy quipped with his infamous smirk.

"You're lucky I'm sheriff, Hargrove."

Why you gotta be so rude?

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roleplaying-memes · 3 years

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ASSORTED LYRIC STARTERS: PART 3

part one | part two

“Why do all the monsters come out at night?”

“I don’t mind if you fuck up my life.”

“You’re the only one I see.”

“Why am I a sucker for all of your lies?”

“Everything looks worse at night.”

“I don’t care who I might hurt along the way.”

“Tell me that you love me. Even if it’s fake.”

“I broke an unfair share of hearts.”

“I’m no good for you.”

“I’m a killer.”

“If I’m choosing wrong, I don’t care.”

“I don’t care at all.”

“We need some space.”

“I feel for you.”

“I want to change.”

“Whatever happens in the future, trust in destiny.”

“A wolf in sheep’s clothing is more than a warning.”

“What the hell are morals?”

“Tell me how you’re only thinking of yourself.”

“Show me how you justify telling all your lies.”

“Listen, mark my words. One day, you will pay.”

“You sink your teeth into the people you depend on.”

“You’re quite the problem.”

“I smell the blood of a petty little coward.”

“You’ve always been a huge piece of shit.”

“If I could kill you, I would.”

“Burn in hell!”

“You have trust issues.”

“Why’d you come?”

“I tried to warn you just to stay away.”

“It looks like you might be one of us.”

“I’ll tell you what you want to hear.”

“It’s never the right time.”

“I win every single game.”

“Only alone I will cry.”

“In all chaos, there is calculation.”

“You’ve been drinking like the world is going to end.”

“Someone’s gotta go.”

“I promise we’re/I’m/they’re not mean.”

“We’re/I’m/They’re coming for blood.”

“Glory and gore go hand in hand.”

“We/I let out battles choose us/me.”

“No one around here’s good at keeping their eyes closed.”

“I don’t ever think about death.”

“I guess we’re really fighting ourselves.”

“Secretly you love this.”

“Do you even want to go free?”

“She’s/He’s/They’re/I’m sweet but a psycho.”

“You’re just like me.”

“You’re out of your mind!”

“Don’t pretend that you don’t love the pain.”

“Don’t stay awake for too long.”

“Don’t go to bed.”

“I’ve been thinking of our future because I’ll never see those days.”

“I don’t know why this has happened, but I probably deserve it.”

“I tried my best.”

“You know that I’m not perfect.”

“I’ve been praying for forgiveness.”

“I hope I go to heaven so I see you once again.”

“My life was kind of short, but I got so many blessings.”

“I’m happy that you’re here with me.”

“I’m sorry if I tear up.”

“I’m sorry that you have to lose me.”

“Nothing ever comes without a consequence or cost.”

“I’d rather be the hunter than the prey.”

“The end is upon us.”

“I’m going to make it.”

“I was born to run.”

“I was born for this.”

“I love the adrenaline in my veins.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“I love how it feels when I break the chains.”

“I want to be invisible.”

“When I’m trying to be myself, it isn’t so simple anymore.”

“No matter what I do, I’ll never be like all the others.”

“Most people really don’t get me.”

“I see the way they look at me.”

“She/He/They/You were the only one who had my back when everyone else did not.”

“All I wanted was you.”

“I love the way you’re screaming my name.”

“I’ll give you my permission.”

“You’ll always be forgiven.”

“You give love a bad name.”

“You promised me heaven, then put me through hell.”

“When passion’s a prison, you can’t break free.”

“You’re a loaded gun.”

“There’s nowhere to run.”

“No one can save me.”

“The damage is done.”

“I didn’t come for a fight, but I will fight to the end.”

“I love the way you hurt me.”

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

“The truth catches up with us eventually.”

#rp meme #rp memes #roleplay meme #lyric starters #rp prompts #rp prompt #sentence starters

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little-diable · 4 years

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Rockstar - Luke Hemmings (smut)

Enjoy my loves. xxx

His eyes were wandering through the crowd, trying to catch her (y/e/c) eyes, the lyrics were burned into his mind, Luke didn’t have to worry about losing his focus on his music. “Tell me, would you pack up all your bags, stay true to North? You're the only one I'd do this for” a smirk tugged on his lips as he finally found her silhouette, she stared at him, admired him, the red light was dancing across his frame, sparks shot up her spine as his voice dropped, rasping out the first words of the chorus.

“I'd dive deeper for you, what a blessing to feel your love” memories from last night began to crawl back into his mind, Luke had to bite down a groan as he fell deeper into the memory.

Sweat was glistering on her chest, (y/n) took a deep breath, her wrists were pinned over her head, one of his hands was holding onto them, while he was snapping his hips against hers. His name fell from her lips, repeating itself over and over again, almost as if she was worshipping him, like he was a god, that had her in his claws.

“The demons we're running from, they're begging to stay” Luke managed to hold eye contact with her for a few moments, trying to be as discrete about it as possible. She bit down on her lip, couldn’t rip her eyes off him, her thoughts were just as ungodly as Luke’s, thinking back to the way he had devoured her, had wrecked her, made her beg for her release.

“Beg” he let go of her throat, his piercing blue eyes were boring into her soul, coaxing her deepest and darkest secrets out of her, “please - oh goodness gracious- let me cum, please Luke.” Her voice broke, a sob fell from her lips, she was trashing around underneath him, trying to stop her body from giving into the wave of euphoria that was about to overcome her.

“No, not yet.” He pushed two fingers into her mouth, almost automatically she wrapped her tongue around them, he was smirking down on her, Luke seemed to be testing the waters, trying to figure out, how long he could tease her, make her suffer, before her body would give up and break down the invisible walls she had build around her.

Luke was tightly holding onto the microphone, his knuckles were turning white, trying to push his sinful thoughts out of his mind, knowing that he’d have to make it through another thirty minutes, till the end of the show. Just as he started singing the first verse of “no shame” his eyes found hers once again, pulling him into another memory from just hours ago.

“Luke, we don’t have any time to-” he pressed her against the wall of his dressing room, he was nipping on her jawline, eyes closed as he intently listened to the small gasps that made it past her lips. His hands were working on the buttons of her trousers, the ever so prominent bulge in his pants was growing by the second, aching for her touch, throbbing to feel her wrapped around -

Calum stomped onto Lukes boots, ripping him out of his daydream, just in time to start singing the chorus, he was smirking at him, only suspecting what his best friend was thinking about. Luke rolled his eyes, silently thanking his best friend for saving him from embarrassing himself, knowing that (y/n) would tease him about it all evening.

Unknown to him, she was still hanging onto the words he had whispered to her, just seconds before he had left her for his soundcheck, the way he had ever so slightly nibbled on her earlobe, hands grasping her behind, “this was just a little pretaste sunshine, the night is still young.”

(Y/n) could feel the wetness pool between her thighs, goosebumps were littering her skin, thinking about the different ways he’d make her suffer tonight, coaxing one orgasm after another out of her. She could feel his hands still wrapped around her neck, squeezing off her airway, the gasps that left her lips would only urge him on, get him to tighten his hold even further.

Her fingers were trembling as she followed the security guard to Lukes dressing room, slightly knocking on his door, smiling at the soft “come in” that left his mouth. “Hey Rockstar.” She stepped inside, leaning against the now closed door, eyes wandering across his naked chest, sweat was pooling on his skin, his cheeks were flushed, mascara slightly smudged, a satisfied smile on his lips. “Come here sunshine,” he patted his thigh, tightly wrapping his hands around her, smirking at the squeak that left her, “Luke stop it, you reek.”

Luke tried to savor moments like this, he loved to take her on tour with him, knowing how hectic his life would get, without her near. (Y/n) would always mange to keep him grounded, to calm him down, giving him a way out, to forget about their crazy lifestyle for a few moments. The Australian singer was head over heels in love with her, he wasn’t planning on ever letting her go, checking to see, if the shiny engagement ring was still with him, almost every day.

She ran her hand through his sweaty curls, pressed a loving kiss onto his lips, “You were amazing.” She murmured against his mouth. His heart was fluttering, missing a few beats, he loved to be praised by her like this, knowing how much she enjoyed watching him perform, made him feel proud of himself. “Luke, are you ready? We’re about to leave.” The tour manager knocked on his door, ripping them out of their little bubble of happiness.

The pair was grateful, that the hotel wasn’t too far away from the venue, (y/n)s head was placed on his shoulder, Luke was holding onto her thigh, joking around with the boys, trying to ignore the teasing gaze Calum was shooting him. “Goodnight boys.” (y/n) kissed their cheeks, fingers interlaced with Lukes, excited to finally be alone with him, anticipating the things he’d do to her body.

“Shower?” He whispered against her neck, smirking at her enthusiastic nod, Luke pulled her into the big bathroom, barely giving her any time to admire the luxurious marble tiles as he ripped her shirt off her body. A giggle fell from her lips at his overly excited movements, watching him undress himself, (y/n) couldn’t stop herself from admiring her handsome boyfriend, she was still mesmerized by him, in any way, even months after first meeting him.

The hot water was pouring down on them, loosening his tense muscles, (y/n) ran her hands up and down his sides, slightly massaging his skin. Luke groaned, his member was pressed against her thigh, making her smirk, (y/n) dropped onto her knees and ran her hand up and down his length. He placed his head against the cold tiles, hands tangled in her (y/h/c) hair, shamelessly moaning her name.

He slightly jumped as she kissed the tip of his length, her eyes were closed, she had every inch of his body memorized, didn’t need her eyes to find his trigger points, knowing where exactly she had to touch him, in order to make his knees weak. (Y/n) hallowed her cheeks, trying to swallow down her gag reflex, she relaxed her jaw, fitting as much of him as possible into her mouth.

“Fucking hell.” His moans got deeper, urging her on to pick up her pace, her nails were clawing into the skin of his thighs, her knees were still burning from last night, nothing to stop her in any way though. Luke couldn’t control his movements as he jerked his hips against her mouth, her nose was brushing against his pubic bone, making her gag, a motion that shot shivers up his spine. His length was twitching, telling her that he was close, he’d be pushed over the edge any second now.

A groan rumbled through Luke as he released himself into her mouth, his hot cum was dripping down the back of her throat, a taste she has grown to love. He needed a few seconds to catch his breath, he was slightly hunched over, gripping her shoulders, a teasing smirk on his lips as his eyes found hers, already planning out the rest of their evening. Luke pulled her onto her feet, pressed a kiss onto her forehead and helped her clean herself before he pushed her out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her naked frame.

“Luke,” she giggled, he sucked on her neck, inhaling her fresh scent, “I love you.” He pulled her down on the bed, hovering above her. His eyes wandered across her features, admiring the love of his life, Luke dipped his head down and captured her lips in a loving kiss, he was tugging on her towel, desperate to feel her soft skin underneath his fingers. Impatiently he ripped the fabric off her body, he attached his mouth to her boobs, sucked on her nipples, making her toes curl.

Luke was grateful, that there were no other fabrics in the way, that kept him from exploring her body, he moved his hands down to her dripping heat, scooped up some of her slickness with his thumb and tasted her arousal. He tilted his head backwards, a groan left him, “you taste so sweet.” Something that made her blush in the heat of the moment. Luke kissed down her skin, circled her belly button with his tongue, kissed down further and reached his final destination, the place, where she was aching for him the most.

(Y/n) closed her eyes and gripped the bedsheets, trying to prepare herself, for what was yet to come. He didn’t waste any time, ran the tip of his tongue through her folds, up to her clit, where he sucked on the sensitive nub, a strangled moan left her, the sound made him shudder, urged him on. “Luke.” She whimpered as he pushed two fingers into her heat, her eyes snapped open, her back was arched, trying to keep herself focused on him and his movements. “Luke, I need more,” she rasped out, a smirk tugged on his lips the moment his eyes found hers, “oh, do you?” She could only nod her head “yes”.

He ran a hand up her chest, grasped her throat and pinned her down on the mattress, Luke crawled up her body, his eyes were glistering, teasing her. The moment he pushed his tip past her folds, (y/n) seemed to be pulled into another dimension, the pleasure he was currently providing her with, made her head spin. His name fell from her lips, (y/n) was holding onto his shoulders, eyes tightly squeezed shut as he shamelessly pounded into her heat, ripping her open for him and his throbbing length.

“Fuck, I don’t think, I’ll ever get tired of this.” He loved that she still felt that tight around him, his mind was completely focused on her and every aspect of her, the name (y/n) was burned into his thoughts. She was everywhere and Luke wouldn’t change that for the world. He squeezed her throat, made her eyes pop open, they were glassy, tears were welling up in them, the pressure was overwhelming, the smirk he had on his lips made her groan.

A whine left her as he pulled out of her, Luke hastily flipped her onto her front, slapped her behind and pushed into her once again, a relieved sigh rumbled through her. His hands were placed on either side of her body, he was set on a ferocious pace, releasing all the pent up pressure from his show earlier on, Luke was wrecking her, in the best way possible. She moaned his name, tightly holding onto the pillow her head was placed on, she could feel the all too familiar emotions coming over her, she was close, desperate to relieve herself.

“Not yet,” he murmured, Luke was chasing his own release, he was buried deep inside of her, (y/n) was able to feel every inch of him. It took the tall man a few more pounds, till he felt his own orgasm approaching, she was trashing around underneath him, biting into the pillow, to tone down the volume of her screams. “Cum for me,” Lukes eyes fluttered close, she was clenching around him, moaning his name, urging him on, to give into the heavenly feeling.

With a moan he released himself into her heat, giving it a few more pounds, till he collapsed on top of her, a satisfied smile on both of their lips. “I love you,” he kissed her shoulder blades and rolled off her, placing himself next to her on the mattress. A giggle rumbled through her, (y/n) turned her face sideways, admiring his sweaty features, “I love you too.”

#Luke hemmings #luke hemming imagines #luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmo #Luke Hemmings smut #5sos #5sos imagine #5sos smut #5 seconds of summer #5 second of summer imagines #luke 5 seconds of summer #5sos 5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin #Calum hood #michael clifford #hemmo

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kkyop124 · 3 years

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note from author: i don't think it isn't that good, but enjoy it anyway. please remember that english isn't my first language (っ◞‸◟c). if there's any misspelled word, let me know please!

fandom: ikemen vampire

pairing(s): arthur/reader

character(s): arthur conan doyle (ikevamp), MC (ikevamp)

warning(s): mayor character death

genre: angst

inspired by the song: death bed - powfu, beabadoobee

note: if you haven't listened to this song i suggest you to click the link i left in the name's song itself. this way, you'll understand better this fic and the lyrics i will be adding in the dialogues or loose between paragraphs. they may be a little different from the song itself but that way it would suits with the part i put them.

"don't stay awake for too long, don't go to bed".

arthur where laying next to MC, who has been in bed for weeks, she doesn't seem to be progressing or getting any better. it was actually the opposite. she didn't seem to be better, she was getting worse and worse within the days has been passing away.

arthur wanted her to rest because she needed to, but he didn't want to let her go in other way. what if she went to sleep and never came back? he wanted her to live with him. like they promised to do.

"i'll make a cup of coffee for your head".

all the time she had told him the very same phrase and now... now he was the one who has to get up and get a cup of coffee for her. she used to kiss his forehead every time she saw him late at night writing, with the brightest smile in her face. she was too good for this world, he knew it since the day she arrived and yet... once again he couldn't save her.

she was leaving him, in a slow and painful way. she didn't leave him overnight. no, she was leaving him evey day that passed. he knew that life was unfair but this was way more painful than before. after all, she was special.

tic.

every second of her time was leaving her body.

toc.

and he couldn't do nothing about it.

tic.

he was, once again, watching someone he cared leaving.

toc.

why was always him the one that has to watch the time pass away? he thought. every day. every hour. every minute. every second. "why me?"

"i'll get you up and going out of bed".

ha. he wished he could do such a thing like that. he was nothing more than a mere spectator watching the love of his life dying in front of him. she smiled for him meanwhile he was crying for her.

he didn't wanted her to go, not now when she had decided to spend her life by his side. but it was a long life that they promised to spend together. not this, it was not enough. she was sick, she had a terminal illness. among all the people it had to be her.

her daily sunshine was turning off her lights.

he would be in the dark in no time. again. he would be alone, sitting in the dark with a drink in his hands again. and after all this, after her and her lovely way to makes things better for him, her way to make him smile and laugh with no effort at all. he would be devastated by her leaving when the time comes.

and there were times when she talked about the future and about her fate, but she was too calm while doing it. arthur couldn't understand why she was so relaxed.

"when i leave this earth, i'm hoping you'll find someone else" she said looking at him, but was she seeing him? or was she looking at the arthur after her leaving? "i been thinking of our future 'cause i'll never see those days". arthur froze, what was she saying in a moment like this? why now? but she kept talking after a brief silence, "i don't know why this happened. i tried my best, but you know that i'm not perfect".

arthur didn't keep listening to what she was saying, he didn't want to. he just took her hands in his and kissed the top of them. "i'm happy that you're here with me, i'm sorry if i tear up". arthur smiled after saying that. his heart broke a little more at the same time. then he continued, "when me and i first met, you would always make me cheer up".

she laughed then said "and sneak out through the kitchen at exactly 1:03". he thought she was so beautiful while laughing and smiling, with those warm eyes, that bright smile of hers, her tiny hands and her soft skin. the sound of her voice wss enough to get the best of him.

she sighed, "soon you'll be alone, sorry that you have to lose me", she stroked his hair with her delicate touch and deposited a kiss in his lips. "this is not your fault, things just turned out this way".

"yeah... i'll make a cup of coffee for you, wait here". arthur smiled, or at the very least he tried to smile before standing up heading to the kitchen. he didn't wanted to leave but he needed some time alone thinking about all the things happening around him, those things that don't let him sleep at night. when she was sleeping he stayed by her side all night, writing stories for her. she liked listening to his stories before going to sleep. "it's music for my ears" she answered his question about why she liked it that much.

meanwhile he was preparing the coffee, upstairs were theo and MC talking about something that no one in the mansion wanted to hear. theo was having a hard time too, after all he got closer to the traveler girl, they were friends without realizing it.

"arthur is worse than ever, right?" she asked him, resting her head in the pillow. there was no answer. she laughed softly, "i thought so". she raised her hand and looked at it, looking for something that she knew that she couldn't have.

time.

she wanted more time. but there wasn't more time.

and she knew it.

"theo"

he waited before opening his mouth.

"...yes?"

she was still looking at her hand up in the air. "do me a favor. take care of arthur from now on for me, please?"

he knew what she meant by that. he frowned and looked away.

"you bet i will, i'm his friend".

her time has finally arrived.

she smiled and a tear ran down her cheek, "thank you... and tell him i'm sorry and that i love him so much too, could you?"

"...yes"

she was sleepy and her body felt heavy, but she never stopped thinking about arthur till her very last breathe in this world. "yeah, i don't wanna fall asleep, i don't wanna pass away". her eyes started closing, "i been praying for forgiveness... you've been praying for my health", she smiled. "because we're still young, there's much we haven't done. getting married, start a family... watch your husband with his son".

theo watched her from the door. he didn't know if it was better if arthur wasn't there or not right now, but that wasn't going to change the fact she was passing away.

with her last strength she though a last time of her dear arthur. "i wish it could be me, but i won't make it out this bed. i hope i go to heaven so i see you once again... my life was kinda short, but i got so many blessings". her eyes finally closed. "happy you were mine, it sucks that it's all ending...".

she was gone.

arthur was walking up the stairs coming back from the kitchen with the coffee in his hands. he was walking looking at the floor till he arrived to her room. he looked up to see theo standing outside her door, waiting for him before giving him that look. the world seemed to stop for arthur when he realized.

smash.

the coffee was now scattered across the corridor floor, little pieces of pottery too. this strong sound was noticed from the others residents of the mansion. but arthur was already inside her room holding her cold hand with his forehead against hers, wishing for more time to spend with her. tears running down his cheeks.

"please no, you're my sunshine, my only sunshine..." he sobbed, searching for some air he could breathe between his cry. "you make me happy when skies are gray, please stay". arthur kissed her cold cheek. "you'll never know dear, how much i love you...". theo felt pain watching him from the doors, just like the others residents just arrived. "please don't take my sunshine away... please".

fin.

#ikemen vampire #ikevam #ikemen games #ikemen series #ikevam arthur #arthur x mc #angst #angst imagine #angst and pain #ikevam theo #my fic #writing #vampire #otome

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miyaniacs · 4 years

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Sinfully Sweetheart HC. Pt 5

Hinata, Lev and Kenma

feat. Kuroo

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt.3, pt.4, pt. 6

Sorry this is soooo long???? and a mess and sorry if this is trash but I feel like Hinata is way too innocent to get what’s going on rn

SOO LETS START

So you know each other since you were small

Your as cheerful and positive as him

You also like to please everyone

So you’re rather kind and helpful

Because your so close to Hinata everyone

And I mean EVERYONE thought you’re just as innocent / obvious than him

Including Hinata himself

you two went to Kenmas birthday party

The rest of the team was also invited because Kuroo forced him to give a proper birthday PARTY

So it’s team Nekoma and Team Karasuno

And Bokuto + Akaashi ( Gym 3 sticks together - ride or die ✊🏼)

Oh and yes Fukurodanis Managers ( Yukie and Kaori) are there too making it 5 girls and about 20+ guys lol )

Yes Kuroo did tease Kenma for having like no female friends

And yes Kenma did clap back asking him why HE haven’t brought some of his female friends

Now everyone is dancing and having a good time

You sit together with Kenma, Kuroo, Hinata, Yaku and Lev talking about the latest Switch games

You’re being the sunshine you are, kept smiling and laughing

Always helping Lev out when Yaku and Kuroo kept teasing him

It was really fun

THENNN Yamamoto and Tanaka come over to your little group

„Hey, we thought about going some truth or dare? You’re in?“

You all nodded and walked over to the others

NOW the real fun starts

Yamamoto was the first one to spin

The bottle lands onnnnnnnnn

Kageyama

„Truth“ he simply says

„BUhhh that’s so boring“ Hinata complains

„TELL US. WHO was the last person you kissed?“ Yamamoto asks

Kags blushes

„Uhm I can’t remember ..“

„OHHH SHUT UP YOU DO!!“ Hinata is laughing his ass of

„STOP IT BOKE“

„OHH NO I WONT“

„Ok what happened?“ Yuki asks

„He Kissed Oikawa“ Tsuki simply says and smirks

„I DID NOT“ a red Tags complains

„YOU DID!!!“ Hinata laughs

„Ok to be fair - he fell on top of him while they where in one of their typical arguments and it just happened“ you tried to help

„Y/N stop trying to be so nice - he kissed him end of the story.“ Tanaka laughs

Tags takes the bottle and angrily spins it

And it lands onnnnn

LEV

„Dare“ he puffs his chest

„I dare you to uhh .. hug Yachi“

„WHAAAAT“ Yashi panics lol

„It’s just a hug - you’re here with the big guys so this will be the most innocent thing that’s going to happen“ Kuroo

„Kuroo. No. Hinata,Y/N, and Yamaguchi are here“ Sugawara comments

Meanwhile lev got up already as red as Yachi and walked over to her and bend down to hug her

It’s the most awkward thing you see.

She’s as stiff as person can be, arms hanging down her sides

He looks like some cracked stick?

Its a MESS

But hey they made it

Yachi stopped working but oh well

After some more rounds the bottle lands on you

And it was Hinatas turn to ask

„Truth“ you say

„Ok y/n just one question why did you and your best friend called this one musician a Daddy?”

You chocked on your drink, Kuroo and Bokuto are rolling on the floor laughing and Sugawara together with Daichi faceplam

„Uhm .. idk who you’re talking about?“ You smile

„You know .. what was he called.. Skepta?“ ( I’m so sorry but besides that he is litterly a daddy since he’s got a cute babygirl he’s also a daddy. During his concert my best friend and I were dying and some guy behind us was like: yes I know he’s a daddy )

„Ohhh yeah he has a little daughter that’s why“ you smile happy that you could keep up your cover

„Ohhh damn and here was thinking our litte y/n isn’t as innocent as we all think“ Kaori laughs

Sugawara and Daichi are now really relieved lol

The next rounds contained :

Kenma giving Hinata a kiss on the cheek

Bokuto telling his most embarrassing story - it did include him in bed having fun alone and his aunt walking in

Tsukishima giving everyone a compliment

Etc

Now the bottle was on Kuroo

„Dare“ he says as if its nothing

„Ok I dare you to dance with y/n for 3 songs. And I choose them“ Akaashi says

„WHAT but - why me??“ You whine

„ I mean, Yukie had do give Tanaka a kiss, Kaorie is already wasted, Yachi is still broken and Kiyoko - well I don’t want to fully kill Tanaka“ he explained

„ I go easy on you“ Kuroo smirks

So Akaashi takes out his phone, connects it to the speakers and goes through his library

The Take - Tory Lanez feat Chris Brown is on ( THE LYRICS THO already at the beginning lol - one of the best songs to make out to / have sex - fight me)

„YOU CANT BE SERIOUS NOW“ you scream

„AKAASHI THERE ARE KIDS IN THE ROOM“ Daichi scrams and covers hinatas ears while Yaku does the same to Lev

„Oh this will ne fun“ Kuroo smirks and winks he looks down at you

So he gently lays his hands on your hips and moves you to the beat

„I know you’re not really comfy rn so just follow me I’ll do the work“ he smiles because HE IS SOFTY and doenst want you to feel uncomfortable

„Nah this is totally fine“ you smile „Just protect me from Daichi and Suga afterwards“

„Why should -” he begins but you already put your hands around his neck and roll your hips

„Ohh - so the daddy wasn’t because he got a daughter“ he smirks

You just let your hands wander down his chest as you slowly go down to your knees, while still moving your hips to the beat

Hiantas eyes WIDEN ??? What happened to you??

He gets all flustered ??

Looking next to him he saw that Kenmas eyes are focused on your body - he’s never so focused except whe he plays games???

You’re moving back up rn arching your back

„Doesn’t this hurt“ Sugawara asks himself

Kuroo Hands are on your ass rn ( like its not his faut, its your for having such a great booty??)

Akaashi switches the song to Own it by Stormy ( for real tho I was at one of his concerts this February and guys. he could have taken me right there and I’d feel blessed ) feat Ed Sheehan and Burna Boy

So you smile and turn around pressing yourself on Kuroo

„Girl I love how you roll it, I put my hand there, hold it.“ And he puts his hands right under your belly and you start to move your hips Shakira level

You’re still arching your back and everyone can see that Kuroo is enjoying this way too much

Lev on the other hand

After the first song he was in shock

Now he’s slowly waking up and well his eyes are hearts now

Kenma is still fixed on you and

He put his PSP away??

Hinata I still flustered and doesn’t know how to talk

„Uhm Daichi - This - I- why - why is Kuroo smirking I - and why is Bokuto Whistling ?“

„HINATA LOOK AWAY“ Suga scrams over the music

„Kenma.. is this really happening rn?“Lev whispers

He just nods and finally realised WHAT HE WAS LOOKING AT

And now he’s ALL RED ???

And feels guilty?? Like why was he so amazed by the way you moved and why was he jealous of his best friend rn??

Lev still doesn’t really get what is happening lol

You put one of your hands behind Kuroo neck and start body rolling

By NOW. Hinata is still flustered don’t get me wrong but also mad?? Like why are his friends looking at HIS BEST FRIEND like that??

„KENMA why are you blushing?! What are you thinking??“ He asks

„No-Nothing . I just want this to be finished“ he mumbles but hell no.

he’s actually thinking some really different stuff which made him not able to look at you for the rest of the night

The last song begins

And SUGA was going to KILL Akaashi. How could he be so reckless

He and Daichi btw are way too focused to keep everyone in check to really focus on what you and Kuroo were doing

You keep to singing to the song and feel Kuroos lips on your neck

„I do think the only way to save you is that you stay really close by my side for the rest of the evening“ he growls and kisses your neck

„To hide something?“ You tease and press your his against his crotch

NOW the last song is up

And yes sorry I had to use this

PONY - Ginuwine

SO you’re now fully feeling yourself

And push Kuroo down on the sofa (Its a big one ok)

RIGHT between KENMA AND LEV

And you start giving him kind of a ✨lap dace ✨

You trun around, your hands gliding up and down ypur hips and you move roll your body

Bend over back up and walk to Kuroo kneeling over him ( like his legs are in-between yours ) And you hover over him moving as if your riding him, hands moving up and down your body

SO your in your Element, Kuroos is enjoying it and everything is fine right?

KENMA on your left isn’t moving? He’s trying his best to NOT look next to him

But now you stand up again?? And he is straight up looking at you??

And you move your body in such a sexy way??

He never thought of you in that way and now he’s all SHY

LEV could’t take his eyes off of you even for just a second

In his mind he’s just : omg omg omg omg - mum I have sinned

He doesn’t even realise that his nose started bleeding?

Like ? Is this what it feels like when you’re watching porn??

Is this sex??

Because it SURE feels like sex to him

Hinata is still asking Daichi what’s going on

Tanaka trying to explain it to him AND KAGS but they just don’t get it?

„But why is Kuroo so smug?“ Hinata asks?

„She’s just dancing?“ Kags

„I woudnt call this just dancing“ Bokuto smirks

So now it makes klick in Hinata head

And he FINALLY realises what’s going on

„OMG Y/N STOP“ he screams and grabs you and pulls you away from Kuroo

Lev and Kenma wake up from their trance

„Haha Hinata chill“ Kuroo laughs and CAUSALLY crosses his legs

„CHILL. THIS WAS REAL LIFE PORN?“ Sugawara screams

„I thought you’d know that this wasn’t porn?“ Akaashi laughs

„ ITS NOT FUNNY. JUST look at poor LEV!“

And everyone does

And start laughing

„Uhm I go to the bathroom real quick“ he gets up and runs out of the room

„Have funnnn“ Kuroo teases

„Now Hinata can I get y/n back?“ He smirks

„NO!!!“

„Omg Hinata let me go“ you laugh and walk over to Kuroo who pulls you in his lap for REASONS

„You ruined her !!“ Hinata whines

„I, for once, need to agree with him“ Daichi

You just roll your eyes and look over to Kenma

„Hey Kenma? You okay?“

No answer, Kuroo waves his hand in front of his eyes

Still no reaction

„WOW you BROKE HIM TOO!“ Sugawara complains

Lev’s now back and he can’t look at you anymore after what he just did and most importantly what he thought of

„Why too?“ Kuroo asks and looks around the room just to see most of the others showing no reaction and are rather red

The rest of the evening was quite chill

They decided to play some games

And Kenma lost all the time?

Lev was having a pillow on his lap the whole time

And Hinata was questioning reality because he felt stuff he shouldn’t feel because of you? But now he does and grabs Levs Pillow.

Daichi and Suga are discussing how’s the best way to have THE TALK with Hinata and probs also Kageyama judging by the look on his face.

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fuckingthefictional · 4 years

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All I want- (part one)

Michael Gray x reader

Written version of this gifset that I made, bonus points for anyone who can find the lyrics to a certain song that inspired this.

Next Chapter is found —> here

For @finallyforgotten who wanted more of this :)

Henry used to be Y/N’s knight in shining armour. He was always there, he was perfect and filled her up with all the love that she could possibly want or need.

He used to tell Y/N that she was a star in his eyes, he’d hold the door open for her and hold her hand in the dark.

He was just always there.

And Y/N felt as if she was never alone. Until one day she was.

When Henry suddenly left, it caused a brewing storm to swirl inside of the pit of the young woman’s stomach.

But when Y/N brought it up with her mother, the only claim was that “men like Henry were perfect on paper, but they lie to the face.”

It frustrated her- did Henry think she was the kind of girl who needed to be saved. Is that why he took such interest in her? Because she was an easy target?

All of these questions just created more stress and sadness to strike Y/N’s body. She didn’t know who to trust or believe anymore.

It didn’t matter what she conjured up in her mind- All that stood was that Henry had left and with him he took Y/N’s heart.

But he’d left something with her, something that he didn’t know about. And that was his child- the same child that grew within Y/N.

“Ticket ma’am?”

Y/N looked up from her book to see a portly looking train conductor stood in front of her.

“Yes, sorry.” She reached down to her pocket and pulled out the slip of paper, handing it to the gentleman.

He inspected it for a moment, before puncturing a hole into the side, “Are you sure you’re meant to be taking a single to London miss?”

Y/N’s heart leapt up into her throat, “Yes, my mother purchased the ticket for me, I’m to meet my cousin at the station.” She rambled on.

The train conductor passed the slip of paper back, “if you say so.” He mumbled before walking away.

It was only half true, Y/N mused, she was meeting her cousin at the station and her mother did purchase the ticket for her. But she was going to London indefinitely, to have her baby out of the prying eyes of her neighbours.

As her father said before she left, ‘she and her cousin could be the family disgraces together’.

Y/N watched as the world went past, flashes of green melted into a drab mix of greys.

Her new life was moments away, as the train pulled into King’s cross station.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N heaved down her luggage (careful to avoid her stomach region) and began to disembark off the steam engine.

She scanned around frantically, praying that she hadn’t been stood up by her cousin.

“Y/N!”

Whipping around at the sound of her name, she came face to face with her older cousin.

James, wasn’t much older than she was. He was a few years older than she (but he took great pride in bragging about it and holding it over her head).

In fact it had been a good few years since Y/N had even seen James, as he was banned from the family when he was 17.

After he was caught in bed with another male- it meant nothing to Y/N then and nothing to her now.

He was happy, if he found love in the arms of a man then who was she to judge? - she was 17, pregnant and unmarried.

“James!” The pair embraced, swaying as the did so.

“Come on,” the man exclaimed, “we can talk more when we get home.” And with that he picked up the luggage and guided her through the station.

“So how come you’ve suddenly decided to come and live with me hmm?”

Y/N paused, debating on what to say but ultimately deciding that there was no point in hiding it at this point.

“I’m pregnant.” She spoke, “and father is ready to disown me so, they sent me to you.”

“Jesus Y/N/N you’re 17,” he rubbed his face with his hands, “You’re practically a child yourself.”

Y/N felt her body shake, “you know if I had a bobbin for every time someone has said that to me, I’d be a fucking millionaire,” she laughed without humour, “I’m going to be a mother james, and every single time someone says what you said, I become more determined to be a good mum.”

“Y/N sit down for a second and stop ranting.” James pointed opposite to the chair she’d previously been occupying, “What I was going to say was that you’re young, so you’re going to need all the support you can get. Which is why I’m going to be here for you every step of the way.”

Months later, Y/N was nearing the last month of her pregnancy.

It wasn’t an overreaction to say that she was big. She felt like a bloated whale.

But the young mother found herself getting support from both James and Ada.

God, Y/N was so thankful for Ada. She was the most genuine, caring and hardworking woman that Y/N had ever met.

They’d become great friends ever since they had first met.

The older woman was understanding, but not disconcerting. Loving, but not in a smothering sort of way. Supportive and just damn genuine.

Ada became like the older sister she never had growing up, and the latter was but all happy to take on that role.

She was the one that Y/N could confide in- even about Henry.

“What about the father?”

Y/N looked down, tears already pooling in her eyes, “He’s a boy from my past.” She sniffled,”We fell in love but it didn’t last.”

Ada looked sympathetic, “What happened?”

Y/N found herself shrugging, “It was just like- the second I figured it out he pushed me away,” she steadied her voice, “And I won’t fight for love if he won’t meet me half way- I won’t do it Ada. And I say that I’m through with him, but here I am talking and crying over him.”

Y/N looked at her friend who seemed to be waiting for her to carry on, “All I want it a good guy,” she stated, “Are my expectations far to high? Is there something wrong with me for wanting that?”

Ada just leant forwards, placing her hands on top of Y/N’s shaking ones, “Look- I’ve been through all of these questions. There’s nothing wrong with you okay- I mean look at you Y/N,” she pointed at the other girl’s body, “You’re trying your best at the end of the day, you’re not alone, you have me, Karl, James and Your own child and that is enough for me. You should be proud.”

It was through Ada that Y/N met Thomas Shelby for the first time- which at the time she hadn’t known but would become her future employer.

What was there to say about Thomas Shelby. He was intimidating, he demanded the power of the room. And his eyes- God his eyes. They were piercing blue and just made you cold by looking at them.

The first time Y/N had met the man, she swore she could feel her child squirm inside her, almost as if they were turning away in comfort.

But Ada soon set the record straight, reassuring her brother that Y/N was trusted by her and that the younger girl was a close friend.

The second time that Tommy and Y/N ran into each other was quite literally so. Y/N had been going out for walks (something recommended by her doctor), she was due any day at that point.

She’d been walking in her own little world, fantasising about what her child would look like. Whether they would have Henry’s unruly curls or her eyes.

And then she walked into a wall. A rather tall, slim wall. That spoke with a Brummie accent...and wore a pocket watch.

It was by then that Y/N had realised that it wasn’t actually a brick wall she’d stumbled into. But in fact Thomas Shelby.

Immediately you had stuttered an apology, explaining why you had been so out of it.

He took one look at you. A quick up and down. Before he spoke, “When’re you due?”

The answer caught Y/N completely off guard, she had been expecting a threat for scuffing up his shoes.

“Um, actually I’m due any day now.” She stammered, rubbing her belly lovingly. It was strange really- just how quick she’d grown to love the life inside of her.

The Brummie hummed in understanding, “I remember when Ada was that far along with Karl- a right bloody firecracker she was.”

Y/N smiled slightly, it sure sounded like Ada.

“Listen- Ada would ‘ave my bollocks on a silver platter if I didn’t walk you back to the ‘ouse,” Tommy licked his lips, “So.” He gestured to the arm he was holding out.

“Thank you Mr Shelby.” Y/N said, holding on his arm as they walked the last few streets.

“Tommy- call me Tommy.”

Matthew James Johnson was born kicking and screaming on the 14th of February at exactly 2 o’clock in the morning.

He weighed in at 6 pounds and 4 ounces and was everything Y/N could’ve ever imagined or hoped for.

As predicted Matthew held a head full of soft, blonde curls (just like his father) and his eyes were her own Y/E/C. He was just the perfect little mix of her and Henry.

And even though it broke her heart at first, she eventually began to see it as a blessing. Her baby was someone who she would love forever, who she would never let down.

A months later Y/N strolled into the apartment angrily. She was turned out of a job, yet again. It felt like it was becoming an impossible feat.

She was simply just unemployable, which angered her hugely.

Y/N was a mother for Christ’s sake, she had a baby who depended on her. How on earth was she supposed to do that for someone if she couldn’t even get a steady stream of income coming through the door.

Matthew was around 8 months old now, he was a troublemaker- but still managed to capture his mother’s heart at every glance. He made Y/N’s life worth it, he really did.

Slamming the large door behind her, she shrugged off her coat and hung it up on the coat rack. There was another that had been added to the normal pile.

Ada’s family must’ve been visiting again. She quietly crept through the hallway, attempting to stay out of the eyes of the Shelby family.

It would’ve worked mind you- if Matthew hadn’t spotted you through the crack in the doorway.

“Ma-ma-ma.” He babbled happily from the floor.

Y/N walked in almost guiltily, scooping up her baby boy from the carpet and planting a soft kiss on his rosy red cheeks.

Ada stopped mid conversation and looked up at Y/N hopefully, “So?”

“Turned away.” The young mother answered frustratedly, “It getting tiring now Ada, I-“

“Ada love, are you going to introduce me to your friend?” The voice came from a stern looking woman.

“Pol,” Ada turned the woman, “This is Y/N- James’ cousin and a close friend of mine.” She turned to the girl who was still holding the wriggling baby, “And this is Matthew, Y/N’s baby boy and my godson.”

Polly was stared intently at the boy in Y/N’s arms. The stare itself was calculating and judgemental but Y/N felt...oddly safe around the woman.

“He’s a beautiful boy,” She spoke softly, “reminds me of my Michael when he was this size.”

Y/N just smiled awkwardly, she had no clue who Michael was, she cleared her throat, asking timidly “Would you like to hold him?”

The older woman opened her arms for the child, and when Matthew was safe in them he gurgled happily.

The door creaked open again, this time Tommy walked through the frame.

The pair had actually become quite good friends of the past months. There was nothing romantic, or remotely sexual about their relationship. It was just a friendship.

Tommy was an the older brother, he kept and eye out and looked out for the girl and her son.

“Y/N.” He nodded to the girl, “When did you get in?”

“Just now,” she replied, “Job interview ran over.”

“And?” He prompted, hand digging in his blazer pocket for a cigarette.

“No smoking around the children Tommy- you know the rules,” Y/N reminded him, “And it didn’t go well- they turned me away.”

Tommy appeared to be deep in thought, “My fiancé is due to have a baby in May.” He paused again, “If you’d accept- I’d be happy to hire you as the baby’s nanny.”

“But Matthew-“

“Can stay with you while you work, it’s only a matter of balancing your family life and work life.”

“Has your fiancé agreed with this arrangement?” Y/N folded her arms.

“She will, she trusts me- and I trust you.” Tommy looked deeply at you, “So?”

“Okay.” The young woman looked at Ada, “I’ll do it.”

#peaky blinders #peakyfookinblinder #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders imagine #peakyblinder #michaelgrayxreader #michael gray x reader #micheal gray #michael gray

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hyoubukyosuke · 2 years

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Wow so I logged in to save this URL, nearing the anniversary of making a Hyoubu RP account, but I ended up with a lot to think about. All on Hyoubu’s and my growth.

I think it was about 2015 when I discovered Hyoubu through his seiyuu and a character song. I felt a connection immediately with Brand New Eden, the lyrics and vocals were touching. It got stuck in my head, I listened to it on repeat(still do!) and finally I decided to grab my best friend at the time and watch The Unlimited. This edgy, childish yet powerful psychic ended up stealing my heart. Not only is he a fun character, but there’s more to him than what meets the eye. He’s much much more than his strength and particular humor. He harbored pain and bitter memories, with a struggle to move on from the past which changed him completely. An optimistic boy with a passion to protect, to a pessimistic tyrant who swore on creating a psychic master race. Wow, so I’ve been writing Hyoubu for 6 years!

But it’s the manga where you really start to see him grow. As he makes connections thanks to The Children and Feather, his story as the antagonist shifts to that of an anti-hero. Slowly, those bitter regrets shift to resolutions. Towards the end of the manga, his works with his new found family, and his old family comes and tells Hyoubu how they always been proud of him since the very beginning. He finally is able to overcome his loss, grief and hatred: Hyoubu is able to move on.

I too, have grown since him and I first met. We both have timeless memories, and encountered many people in our lives. Both of us are reaching towards higher places, overcoming hurdles which feel like mountains. Eventually, Hyoubu was able to move on from his regrets and anger, and found his acceptance for the world he resides in. After so long, he’s able to carry on and enjoy life. I also don’t live with regrets, even if the memories are painful. I learned to accept things as bittersweet, treasures which still gleam. I can’t change the past or the losses I experienced, but the experience gives me strength to press forward. And boy, did this year kick my ass! Life is unfair, but beautiful. There’s so much more for me out there.

Now, those treasures I mentioned even includes love. I love my family, I love my friends. Hyoubu loves too, although he’s been bruised terribly from all kinds love. Familial for sure, with the fate of his parents and how his father treated him. But also, from my learning of the character, I believe Hyoubu has harbored romantic love. I can acknowledge that the fact is debatable, especially who Hyoubu’s first love was, let alone if he even had one. Going off the parallels of Minamoto and Kaoru, I say he has. His first love broke his heart, but I don’t think he regrets falling in the first place. Love made him the person who he is. Getting your heartbroken is a bittersweet reminder that you’re human, that your heart is capable of love. Myself, I don’t regret falling in love. I don’t regret being in love. I think I was blessed to have a first love, despite how it ends. I’m sure Hyoubu is in the same boat.

These memories here are precious. It’s how I began writing, to my journey of becoming an author. I don’t know if I’ll roleplay on tumblr again, but everything here will stay. I’m so proud of myself and Hyoubu, we been through pain in all sorts of way. But we’re still standing. We’re Outlaws.

Going to higher and higher places, towards paradise.

Stay positive, everyone.

#personal;#hyoubu kyosuke you'll always be my main squeeze #also sorry for the big manga images but Hyoubu deserves the spotlight anyways hahah

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annab-nana · 4 years

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What A Man Gotta Do - Colby Brock

Y/n’s current song obsession is “What A Man Gotta Do” by the Jonas Brothers, so she plays it all the time. After Colby hears it and listens to the lyrics, he takes into consideration what they are saying and decides to act on it.

Requested by an amazing anon 💙

Warnings: some curse words

Word Count: 1.5k+

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"Caught my heart about one, two times. Don't need to question the reason I'm yours, I'm yours," I loudly sing the lyrics to my latest obsession as I apply concealer under my eyes. I reach for my beauty blender and blend out the concealer, pressing the sponge to my face along with the beat of the music as I goofily dance around as well. Watching my reflection in the mirror and smiling at my silliness, I am interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Come in!" I shout over the blaring music before continuing to move my body to the rhythm. Colby opens the bathroom door and leans against the doorframe, a smile spreading on his face as his eyes rest on my swaying figure.

"What is your loud ass getting ready for?" He asks with a chuckle. A mischievous smirk plays upon my lips because I have not told him about my plans for the day which he will be involved in.

"Well Colbs, I am getting ready because we are in quarantine and I am bored. I also don't have any pictures to post on Instagram and you are going to take some pictures of me," I explain to him as he scoffs playfully.

"Oh, am I?" He questions before I return him with a nod. "And what do I get out of it?" I roll my eyes at him as I apply powder to my face.

"Why can't you just do something nice for your favorite roommate?"

"So, you think you're my favorite roommate?"

"I know I am. Wanna know how I know that?" He nods, intrigued with what I am about to say.

"Because you love me so much that you are going to take pictures of me, right?" He rolls his eyes before sighing and nodding.

"And anyway, who films for your ass all the time and who is probably going to help you film on Thursday because you always film last minute? Me. I do. You can't tell me you don't rely on me to help because Jake is always playing video games, Corey is always dancing, and poor Sam, bless his heart, broke his damn back," I say as I brush on some bronzer.

"Okay, I get it. I'll take the pictures. Let me go take a quick shower and then, I'm all yours," Colby informs me as he grabs the doorknob, getting ready to close the door and head to his room before I stop him.

"Wait!" He looks up at me, his big blue eyes searching my own to figure out why I stopped him.

"Dance with me for the rest of this song?" I ask with a huge grin plastered on my face. He returns a big smile as well before nodding and shutting the door behind him. As the rest of "What A Man Gotta Do" by the Jonas Brothers plays, Colby and I put on our best dance moves and if anyone knows us, they know we cannot dance to save our lives. I bust out laughing as Colby thrusts the air in front of him.

"Oh my God, Colby, calm down. I don't need you getting off to the air in my bathroom," I chuckle as he acts all shocked. A few more moves later and the song ends. Colby leaves to take a shower and I finish my makeup.

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After a few outfit and hair changes, we were at our last spot and taking the last bit of pictures. I had put on a bright yellow romper to match my same colored vans. The color compliments my skin tone very well in my opinion. I also braided my hair into two french braids and added some simple gold jewelry to complete the look. I sat on the top of the bar of the tiki hut with my legs crossed, hands gripping the bar's edge, and eyes looking to my left.

"Say something funny so I laugh," I tell Colby.

"Umm, something funny so I laugh," he snickers from behind the camera. I shoot him a glare which he snaps a photo of.

"That one is a keeper," Colby laughs as he looks at me with a smile. I roll my eyes before returning the smile.

"Now say something actually funny. You normally have no problem making me laugh," I say as I go back to how I was sitting before. He ponders for a moment before thinking of something that will get me to laugh.

"You always laugh at my dancing," he mentions, and I nod my head.

"Yep, that never fails," I tell him as I pull my phone out and shuffle my music. Aryia's song "Mulholland Drive" comes on.

"Ooo, do the dance that Corey, Chazz, and Aryia do in the music video, milkman," I beg him and of course, he agrees.

"I can go ahead and tell you that it is not going to look like them. I can't dance," he states as we wait for that part to come up.

"You normally can't, but here lately in the tiktoks you do with Corey, you do pretty good." He gives me a thank you nod before beginning to dance and it works. My laughter fills the air and he grins before capturing the moment with some pictures. He continues to take pictures until "What A Man Gotta Do" comes back on. I hop off the bar and hold my hand out to Colby.

"Will you dance with me, Brock?" I ask before he sets the camera down and takes my hand. We spin our way under the tiki hut and dance around like idiots until the next song comes on. "It's Been A Long, Long Time" by Harry James and his orchestra. I fell in love with this song ever since I heard it in Avengers: Endgame when Steve Rodgers and Peggy danced to it. Being the Marvel fan I am, it has been my dream to dance to this song with someone.

"Okay, this is the last thing I'll ask you to do and then I'll leave you alone, I promise."

"What is it, y/n?" He chuckles lightly as he leans against the bar.

"Will you dance with me to this song? And then we are done. I won't make you do anything else." He nods his head at me before holding his hand out to me. I beam at him as I take his hand. He pulls me into him, wrapping his arm around my waist. My hand that isn’t holding his wraps around his neck as I rest my head on his chest. Together, we sway to the 50s music and the moment just feels so beautiful.

"So, y/n, tell me. What does a man have to do?" He asks me before I look up at him, confused.

"Huh?"

"What a man gotta do to be totally locked up by you?" He asks and then I see what he is doing. Those are the lyrics to the favorite song at the moment. I roll my eyes before placing my head back against his chest.

"Well, for starters, I want someone who can make me laugh all the time. I want him to make me smile when it feels impossible to do so and I want him to make me laugh so hard that it physically hurts, you know?" I tell him to which he lets out a small hum in response.

"I'm a sucker for blue eyes, but I'll be fine with green or brown, I guess. I also like hair that has a little curl to it. I love curly hair. I also want a sweetheart who cares for others and loves his friends and family."

"What does he have to say?" He continues with the questions based on the song.

"Umm, he has to be able to say I love you. I've dated someone who couldn’t, and it hurt like hell to not be loved back." He rubbed the hand that rested on my lower back up and down in a comforting and soothing way.

"What does he have to prove to be totally locked up by you?"

"Just prove that he loves me and will never leave me."

"By the sound of it, y/n, I think I fit your description pretty well," Colby softly speaks above my head.

"Yeah maybe, but you don't want me," I say as Colby pulls us apart to spin me around. A giggle escapes my lips as I spin right back into him.

"I'm not trying to be your part-time lover, sign me up for that full time, I'm yours, all yours," Colby sings into my ear.

"Are you just singing the lyrics or are you trying to tell me something?" I ask, looking up at him again.

"I'm speaking from my heart, y/n. I love you. Always have, always will."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" I ask as we continue to sway to the orchestra playing through my phone’s speakers.

"I don't know. I didn't know how. But telling you now felt right."

"You really like me? This isn't a prank?" I question, just to make sure.

"Not a prank. Just me telling you how I feel."

"I love you too Colby," I say as I get on my tiptoes to press a little kiss to his cheek.

"So, what do you say? Can I be totally locked up by you?" I roll my eyes and chuckle at his absolute adorableness right now.

"Yes, yes you can."

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notesofarichlycolorednight · 4 years

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eyooo!! i listened to firesorrow girl [TUMBLR | SOUNDCLOUD] by @gerrydelano and HAD A MIGHTY NEED (to also analyze this)

disclaimer: I have only listened to TMA through one (1), read it ONE time, so if you read something that seems wrong it probably is because my memory is not The Best (the seasons are 40 eps long and 30 mins each, Jonny why) and I’m probably straight-up not remembering or misremembering some aspect or detail about a character/a relationship/a part of their narrative

(and before you say it, i absolutely CANNOT just go relisten to an ep out of order. my nd brain Will Not Let Me until i have listened thru all 4 seasons, In Order, several times)

ALSO: i speak very definitively here, but it doesn’t mean i’m right abt my analysis

italics and bold are lyrics, normal is analysis. if there’s a way i can make this more accessible, lmk!

analysis under cut

little girl tries sleeping in the fireplace at home no one banished her inside it, she just lay down on her own she stares up into the darkness of the chimney and she hopes that someday she may go up in smoke this makes me think abt hilltop road first and foremost (but i have a feeling i’m missing something aljlkdjf) this is also the first hint to agnes’s wavering thoughts abt her being “the chosen one” for the lightless flame she’s already wishing she could burn, or in other words be normal

oh, the ends of her hair curl into embers in the wood beneath her head like a pillow, splintered shoulders in the soot flickers turn to flame and moves in kisses up her arms it loves her, so refuses her a scar i really like the imagery here bc, aside from the splinters, it evokes a softness embers are pretty, pillows are soft, “moves in kisses up her arms” really evokes a gentle intimacy, even before the line “it loves her” but then the last line really solidifies agnes’s relationship with fire--she wishes it would burn her but it loves her too much to do that, so she doesn’t

she doesn't burn oh, she learns again, reinforcing the motif agnes’s relationship with fire--the layers of 1) her not wanting this but 2) the first doesn’t care and loves her anyway i also see it as foreshadowing, or at least leading up to what she learns (put a pin in this)

pretty girl sits quiet in the coffee shop alone staring empty out the window like she used to do at home she feels his eyes fall down upon her from the counter, like a doe the ache of yearning blisters in her bones jack barnabas! hilltop road the use of doe, evokes the visual of “wide eyes,” which, in turn, evokes naivety--jack doesn’t know who agnes is, what she is, or that she could hurt him, even if she didn’t want to love, love, LOVE the fire motif here and used throughout the song--using fire metaphors bc it’s so fitting (put a pin in this)

he follows her up to the hill where water never works to send him down she broke his crown and blessed him with a curse her only kiss a smear of kerosene, a desperation unrehearsed and love made sure to let her know it hurts (love made sure it hurt) this only hit me like after the 5th time listening in a row, but LISTEN, “jack and jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water.” i think it could also mean hilltop road, but i do think the stronger theme lies in that nursery rhyme. his name is jack and then to solidify that, “to send him down she broke his crown” vs. “jack fell down and broke his crown” i really love the contradiction of “blessed him with a curse” *ben from parks and rec voice* it’s about the layers. so listen, love is often seen as a blessing. but coming from agnes it’s a curse bc she burns anyone she touches. this is also in reference to her momentarily transferring her curse (the love from the lightless flame/fire) to him through her kiss “smear of kerosene”--another way of using a metaphor that evokes images of fire, and I LOVE IT “a desperation unrehearsed” MORE LAYERS YO. she knows what her touch will do to him but she’s so desperate to feel normal for even a second, she kisses him anyway “and love made sure to let her know it hurts”--going back to her curse, the love from fire/flame, and the destruction is causes bc of this. it could also be representative of how love can be very destructive. ppl often describe “the fires of passion” or passion as being like fire/hot *eyes emoji* i think the addition of “love made sure it hurt” could also communicate how the fire’s love for agnes is possessive--she cannot be normal or human or have any other relationship except with the lightless flame

he burns oh, she learns a parallel to “she doesn’t burn”--the striking difference between her and jack (the lightless flame and the rest of the world) what she learns here, tho, is also a parallel between what she learns at the beginning of the song there she is learning abt herself, here is is learning about everyone else

learns that breathing screamsmoke blackens hearts as much as lungs a heart motif, representative of love another fire-related metaphor that breathing in smoke doesn’t just fill your lungs with soot, but also covers the heart (love) in soot, as well a toxic love, as soot is bad for lungs and hearts it can’t be coughed back out and she can’t glisten like the sun using fire-related metaphors--the soot in her lungs and on her heart cannot be “cleaned” or cleared from her body with the body’s natural reaction to something obstructing breathing, which is coughing listen, i’ve said this before AND YOU’LL HEAR IT AGAIN: i really love “she can’t glisten like the sun” bc the whole point of fire, as the lightless flame sees it, is what the fear is named for: desolation. BUT fire is ultimately a neutral thing. if you respect and carefully control it, it can give warmth and life--like the sun (tho you can’t control the sun lmao). so there are positive aspects to. but not for agnes, given her upbringing and literally how she was conceived there’s no one left to save with love and no one she can touch affection is the pyre built on wildfire in the brush reinforcing her being unable to connect with normal humans bc of who she is ALSO i’m pretty sure this is referencing the bonfire she was born in--the ritual that made her the lightless flame’s messiah also, also, the use of the word “affection” uses the theme that fire itself love agnes, in it’s own, twisted way

her hands were only ever made to press through burning flesh and boiling tears won’t put it out but scald it like the rest referencing her birth again--that she was made to be this messiah for the lightless flame, for their ritual to remake the world through the lens of the desolation also more fire-related metaphors that i am IN LOVE with ugh, and, okay “boiling tears” communicates what agnes is feeling again--that she Does Not want to be their messiah, she just wants to be normal. she doesn’t want what the fire has given her but even her tears burn bc that’s what she is, what she was made for and the love of waxen women makes no difference in the end if never she can make and keep a simple human friend reference to jude, specifically, but other members of the lightless flame, as well. from what i remember, they all loved her but in the way that the fire loves her: possessive and toxic (like soot in the lungs) and then the reinforcement that she’s not human and cannot have the connection with humans she desperately craves, even if it’s just a tiny sliver

she can’t burn oh, she’s learned YO the difference between “she doesn’t burn” and “she can’t burn”--there’s a passiveness to it in the first line, but it’s more active in the second. here me out: as i said before, the “learn” lines communicate the inner thoughts of what agnes is thinking, the revelations she makes as he grows and lives. so “she doesn’t burn” communicates her learning and get used to the fact that fire doesn’t hurt her. versus “she can’t burn” communicates her knowing and accepting that the fire doesn’t hurt her, but she can hurt others with that very same fire. lowkey it’s so hard to articulate this difference, but this is the best my brain came up, hope it makes sense

YOOOO GIVE ME A MOMENT THIS NEXT PART IS MY FAVORITE PART

firesorrow girl says, “hang me up; i’d like to go” (i would like to go) referencing her death--her realizing that bc she’s fallen in love with jack, she can no longer lead the ritual for the lightless flame. but bro, listen, the addition of “i would like to go” is a direct line to what agnes is thinking and feeling. more than not being able to lead the ritual, she doesn’t want to live like this anymore; doesn’t want to live her life unable to make connections with humans this isn’t quite a chimney she can column up to choke (i choose now to choke) a throwback to the first lines about her lying down in the fireplace and looking up through the chimney ALSO has a double meaning here, reinforced by what agnes is thinking: you can choke on smoke. her death involves literal choking the “i choose now to choke” again is a direct line to what agnes is thinking/feeling BUT ALSO a decision she finally gets to make autonomously the weighted hand upon her waist is chained there like a ghost, (always been a ghost) i know you’re probably tired of hearing but i ain’t gonna stop saying it. I REALLY LOVE THIS LINE. the lyrics say one thing, agnes’s internal thoughts say another bc raymond fielding is a ghost. not just like a ghost. he is one to her. i believe it was distortion helen who said that there was a scar on hilltop road. and we find out later that it’s bc hilltop road belonged to the web and even tho agnes burnt the house down, the web still left a mark on her. part of that mark is fielding, who i assume, was an avatar for the web. and it’s quite literal, as agnes never got rid of his hand he literally is a ghost haunting her bc of this but the rope she wears is woven cold with hope (yearning to be cold) THIS LINE BRO,,, i’m gonna say it I FUCKING LOVE IT. of course, referencing the rope she uses to hang herself BUT LISTEN “woven cold with hope” YOOOO THIS IS TAKING THE FIRE LOVES HER THEME AND TURNING IT ON ITS HEAD COMPLETELY she has been burning with fire this entire song, her body a raging inferno, contained in a body that appears human but hurts anything she touches. BUT AT THE END OF THE SONG WE GET THE COLD fire is often associated with warmth is often associated with hope, right?? but this time bc of the circumstances and what fire means to agnes and the lightless flame, being cold, not burning everyone she touches horribly, is her hope ”yearning to be cold” strengthens that message coldness is also associated with death, and here it’s quite literal but it’s also important to note that it’s also still agnes’s hope. so it’s still a very positive thing, even tho it’s associated with very negative things. bro,,, i gotta go lie down

those who can remember sing her name out like a prayer (i am not your prayer) the lightless flame, of course, bc they are a cult. don’t @ me, i’m right BUT “i am not your prayer”: again, a direct line into agnes’s thoughts. she never wanted, nor asked to be their messiah. she was thrust into the position against her will as she was literally borne in flames. from birth she had this shouldered on her. and she doesn’t want it, even in death the music to it hollow of the truth in her despair (hollow with despair) goes along with the “prayer” for her above: the lightless flame sing and mourn her but they’re not mourning her, not agnes, they’re mourning their messiah, the one who was going to lead them through a ritual that would remake the world. their words ring hollow bc of this. and it hurts even more with “in her despair” bc even in agnes’s despair at not being able to connect with a human, as well as not being able to lead the lightless flame like they wanted her too, they’re only mourning the idea of agnes they’ve created in their minds, not who agnes really was in wickerwind the crackleburn of candles cries for fate (i rewrite my fate) and firesorrow girl may someday be chosen again (firechosen girl, again) i LOVE the use of “wickerwind” and “crackleburn.” no analysis i just love the way they sound okay but the “cries for fate.” i think this has a lot of meanings. one is the fire crying out either about agne’s ultimate fate (having to kill herself or die, anyway) and/or crying out for another to fill her position (putting agnes’s fate onto someone else’s shoulders). another is the lightless flame also crying out for the same reasons. and the third is agnes, herself, crying out about her unfair fate. i think that last one is strengthened by “i rewrite my fate.” a common but powerful theme in many stories of a character defying fate bc it’s unacceptable to them. it’s also wholly contradictory to what the lightless flame wanted and then, of course, the second line strengthens the idea that they’re already looking for another messiah for their ritual

and so the wheel turns ‘round and ‘round

final note abt the music that is probably wrong bc i’m not musically inclined BUT i have been listing to sideways on youtube, who is very musically inclined. and that makes me an expert right? /s anyway, what i wanted to note abt this musical structure is that the beats aren’t the usual 4/4 that most popular songs use these days.

and what that means is that you get gratification ever 4 beats. (sideways describes it way better than i ever could here) this song doesn’t follow that structure (i think lakjlkdjf again, i’m not musically inclined at all) and i think it really adds to the theme of how agnes feels: trapped with this fire burning inside her until she finally chooses freedom (tho i know it’s more complicated than that in-verse).

now whether was was purposeful or not, i have no idea. but still a cool detail i, personally, noticed.

again hope it was semi-coherent. as with my other analysis, i just listened to the song and wrote what i was thinking, stream of consciousness

bloodwater ballad analysis | bonus meme i made for these analyses bc it’s funny and i wanted to share

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steves-on-a-plane · 4 years

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Two Roads Diverged

Title: Two Roads Diverged SONG FIC: The Day I Died - Five For Fighting Words: 2343 (2090 without lyrics) Pairing: Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter Author’s Note: This song came up under my suggested songs on Apple Music and as I listened to it, it just really gave me Steve and Peggy vibes. I wasn’t a huge fan of how Endgame tied up Steve’s story but as I wrote this, I took a linear look at his relationship with Peggy and it helped me understand that version of Steve a little bit better.

“Give me your coordinates. I’ll find a you a safe landing site.” The voice of Agent Margaret Carter ordered. The sounds came out muffled and crackling through the speaker on the plane’s console. That was 1940’s technology for you.

“There’s not gonna be a safe landing.” Captain Steve Rogers relayed regrettably from his seat in the cockpit. He fiddled with the plane’s controls. Steve was already strapped into the pilot’s chair and physically preparing for impact. “But I can try and voice it down.”

“I-I’ll get Howard on the line. He’ll know what to do.” Agent Carter insisted. Steve could hear the desperation in her voice, even through the cracking of the speaker.

“There’s not enough time.” Her told her, his voice never wavering. He told himself at the time that the level tone was for her sake, but the truth was it was just as much for his own. “This thing’s going down and it’s headed for New York.” There was dead air between them for several seconds before Steve laid out the only option. “I gotta put her in the water.”

“Please, don’t do this.” Agent Carter argued, sounding more desperate than Steve ever thought he’d live to hear. “We-we have time. We can work it out.”

“Right now, I’m in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer a lot of people are gonna die.” Steve disagreed. He needed to make her understand that the didn’t have any time at all. “Peggy, this is my choice.” Silence managed to push its way into the conversation again as Steve tugged at the yolk of the plane. The aircraft dipped down into a full-on nosedive, its trajectory headed straight for the icy water below. Neither one of them could bare disconnect communication with the other. There was still so much left unsaid between them. Some many things they’d never share.

“Peggy?” The Captain’s voice finally cracked slightly as the yolk shook in his hands. Though he hoped she’d never be able to tell through the speaker on her end.

“I’m here.” She responded, already sounding very far off.

“I’m gonna need a raincheck on that dance.” He said as his plane broke through the clouds. He was coming in fast. It wouldn’t be much longer now.

“Alright.” Peggy obliged, holding back tears. “A week next Saturday at the Stork Club. Eight o’clock on the dot. Don’t you dare be late. Understood?”

“You know, I still don’t know how to dance.” He admitted. Trying to keep the conversation going. Again he convinced himself this was for her sake.

“I’ll show you how.” She promised. “Just be there.”

“We’ll have the band play something slow.” Steve agreed, the water felt only inches away now. “I’d hate to step on your…”

I woke up, you next to me. You said, “Good morning, are you free?” The sun crept in for one last time. I was alive the day I died. The clock struck noon but did not care.

No matter how much time passed, Steve couldn’t seem to shake the memories of that day. When he woke up thawed and miraculously alive sixty-six years later, he knew it couldn’t have been anything but divine intervention. It truly was a miracle to be alive, but Steve wasn’t so sure it was a good thing. Whether you called it fate, destiny, whatever, the same force that had brought Steve Rogers back to life was the same force that had forced him go in the first place.

It was just easier for Steve, who liked to think of himself as a simple man from a simpler time, to think of this force as God. And to Steve it seemed just so unfair that the same God who could curse him with so many childhood ailments could bless him with whatever it was that Dr. Erskine liked so much. The same God who brought the force of nature that was Peggy Carter into his life, could let the two of them be separated so absolutely. To the rest of America, the return of Captain America was a sign of good things to come, but to Steve it was a painful reminder of the man he’d never gotten to be.

Bzzzz. Bzzzzz. Steve looked at the mobile phone that vibrated across the desk in his room. The phone had been given to him by SHIELD Director Fury who had explained that landlines were as extinct in this time as he felt. He didn’t recognize the number, but he answered the phone anyway. It wasn’t like anyone he knew would be calling.

“Hello?” A female voice called cautiously into his ear.

“Hello?” He questions back. “This is Steve Rogers. Who is this?”

“Captain, my name is Sharon. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to call, but your condition was need to know and I wasn’t high enough on the chain of command. Anyway, I’m calling because I think my aunt would like to see you and I suspect you’d also like to see her again. You knew her as Peggy.” The woman on the phone explained.

I saw a child in my old chair. A shadow fell across your face, but all the years could not erase. I was alive. I was alive. You pulled me close. I held you tight. Though my smiles told a few lies, I was alive, the day I died.

Again, Steve found himself wondering how a God could bring him Peggy back, but not quite. Was this the curse he was destined to bare forever then? To always have what he wanted just out of reach? The love of his life was there with him but while Steve still looked the same Peggy had aged. She’d gone on and gotten married. She had a family, a life. For her it had been sixty-six years. It wasn’t her fault that to Steve it had felt like six minutes.

“You should be proud of yourself.” He told Peggy as he said by her bedside. He studied the photographs by her bedside at the nursing home. The Captain couldn’t help but think how lucky the man who’d been married to her must have been.

“Mmm.” Peggy hummed in agreement. “I have lived a life. My only regret is that you didn’t get to live yours. What is it?” She added, taking in his downcast expression.

“For as long as I can remember, I just wanted to do what was right.” He sighed, looking away from the photographs. “I guess, I’m just not quite sure what that is anymore.” Peggy laughed at him and Steve’s heart skipped a beat. He’d missed her laugh.

“You’re always so dramatic!” She commented between chuckles. “You saved the world. We rather mucked it up. The world has changed and none of us can go back. All we can do is our best. And sometimes the best that we can do, is to start over.”

I was the first to see a star. It seemed so close, it was so far. Wind started to roar. Screamed time to go. You know all you need. You know all you know. I was alive. I was alive. You pulled me close. I held you tight. And though our smiles told a few lies, I was alive the day I died.

She’s gone. In her sleep.

That’s what Sharon’s text had said. That was the message that Steve received to let him know that the love of his life had died. A simple five-word text. Steve looked around the room, the timing couldn’t have been worse. The Avengers were literally falling apart before his eyes. They were all there. Sam, Tony, Nat, everyone. Arguing over some bullshit restrictions that had no place even being considered in the first place. It was too much. But that was the future, or in this case the present. Everything was always too much too fast these days.

“I have to go.” Steve mumbled, getting up from his seat in the living room. He walked off without giving the others a chance to ask why. He was packed an on a plane to London within hours.

The service was everything one would expect from an international hero like Margaret Carter. Even down to the perfectly pitched choir of angelic singers. The family asked Steve to be a pallbearer and he was honored, even if they were just indulging an old man’s sentimentality. Sharon gave a moving eulogy and then it was over.

He was expected to just go on home. To pretend like the only person, he’d ever really loved wasn’t buried six feet under. He was expected to go back to New York and sign a bunch of documents saying that the government had the right to tell him and the others like him if, when and how they were allowed to save people. The entire thing didn’t sit right with Steve. He couldn’t stomach it, the entire idea of someone else being in control of his future.

Steve Rogers had let people tell him who he was his entire life. That ended today.

“Sometimes, the best we can do is to start over.” He whispered to himself. Steve Rogers had let people tell him who he was his entire life. That ended today. He was done being the monkey in the suit who danced when they called. Steve slipped out of the church and disappeared from the public eye for three years.

Oh, Sweet Angel you call. Oh, Sweet Angel you call. Oh, Sweet Angel. White went black. Black went white. Universe cracked. I saw the light. You called my name. I did not respond. But I heard you well, carried you on.

“You have to return the stones to the exact moment we got ‘em or you’re gonna open up a bunch of nasty alternative realities.” Dr. Banner explained to Steve. He flicked open the briefcase where all six infinity stones were housed.

“Don’t worry Bruce,” Steve closed the briefcase solemnly. “Clip all the branches.”

“You know if you want, I could come with you.” Sam offered.

“You’re a good man Sam, but this one’s on me though.” Steve nodded and took in one last look at his friend before turning to Bucky.

Buck had been Steve’s friend forever. They’d survived almost a century together. The world had changed around them and dragged the pair kicking and screaming along with it. There were no secrets between them and Buck knew, even if Rogers didn’t, this was the last time they’d be seeing each other. At least as they both were then.

“Don’t do anything stupid till I get back.” Steve echoed the last worlds Bucky had said to him before shipping out back during WWII.

“How can I.” Bucky shook his head, recounting Steve’s response from ‘The good ‘ol days.’ Back when the worst-case scenario didn’t involve time traveling aliens who could wipe out half the population with a single snap. “You’re taking all the stupid with you.” They shared a hug that expressed more than either had ever said allowed to the other. “I’m gonna miss you buddy.” Buck whispered as they separated.

“It’s gonna be okay, buddy.” Steve promised. With a final reassuring pat on the shoulder he walked away and stepped on to the time machine.

Midnight came and I was gone. The planet shrugged and moved along. A few people noticed and sang my songs. I was alive the day I died. I was alive the day I died.

Returning the Infinity Stones hadn’t exactly been easy. Even with the ability to travel forward or backwards with time as needed Steve found that getting the timing just right, took a little bit of practice. He didn’t have a way of recording how long the job had taken him, but he knew he was done when he opened the briefcase to find no more Infinity Stones and one final Pym Particle, his ticket home.

Home. He chuckled to himself. He’d never really felt at home anywhere or anytime. Growing up he’d been a scrawny kid from Brooklyn who never quite knew when enough was enough. During the war he was a puppet. Back when his uniform was still a costume and the closest he got to being a hero was punching a fake Hitler in the jaw three times a night. After the ice He was an eighty-eight year old man trapped in a twenty-something’s body. There was no stopping things after that. The music was too loud, and cars moved too fast.

He’d missed so many things he’d never be able to catch up on. America in the twenty first century had never really been his home. He looked down at the Pym Particle in his hand wondering if he dared. There’d be no going forward or back. That was the last one. He’d have to get the timing just right, because he was going to be stuck whenever time he landed.

Despite his best efforts to live in the present, he’d spent most of his life looking back with regret. Regret that he hadn’t been able to tell her back them when the timing was right. Regret that he hadn’t listen that day. That he hadn’t let her get Howard on the line to work things out. Regret that he’d never gotten that dance with his best girl.

Hardening his resolve, Steve set the date on his time travel watch. It had been seventy-two years for him, but for her it would be less than seventy-two hours. He’d show up with a bouquet of flowers even though flowers weren’t quite her thing. This was a special occasion and she’d understand that. He’d apologize profusely for missing their date and then before she had a change to say another word, he’d get down on one knew and ask her to be his gal forever.

I woke up, you next to me. You said “Good Morning, are you free?” The sun crept in for one last time. I was alive the day I died.

Disclaimers: All the bold text are song lyrics, and there is quite a bit of dialog pulled from MCU movies so if you reconize it, chances are its probably from The First Avenger, Winter Soldier, Civil War or End Game.

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smolbeandrabbles · 4 years

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The Outdoor Type - Malcolm Bench x Reader (Vertical Limit)

Author’s Note: I kinda hope you forget you ever gave me this idea and that I asked if I could write it... What can I say, I like surprising you from time to time - as much as I love telling you what I’m currently working on and sending snippets 🤷‍♀️

I literally found this song googling “Songs about mountains / hiking” when I was trying to make him a playlist. So, all of this is just really perfect timing. The Stars Aligned-!

Disclaimer: Vertical Limit Characters not mine - as the idea to put Ben in brown contacts wasn’t, but brilliant job guys! 🙏 / Gif not mine / lyrics not mine

Premise: Malcolm wants to take you on a nice summer hike in the Great Outdoors... There’s only one flaw with his plan, you’re afraid of heights. And you haven’t told him yet.

Words: 1483

Warnings: N/A

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Always had a roof above me Always paid the rent But I've never set foot inside a tent Can't build a fire to save my life I lied about being the outdoor type I've never slept out underneath the stars, The closest that I came to that was one time my car Broke down for an hour in the suburbs at night I lied about being the outdoor type. Too scared to let you know you knew what you were looking for I lied until I fit the bill god bless the great indoors I lied about being the outdoor type I've never owned a sleeping bag let alone a mountain bike I can't go away with you on a rock climbing weekend What if somethings on tv and its never shown again Its just as well I'm not invited I'm afraid of heights I lied about being the outdoor type ---

You probably should have said something to him long before now. Maybe you’d even wondered to yourself many times how the heck you’d even ended up dating Malcolm. He lived his life scaling the world’s tallest mountains and hiking outside. You were much more the ‘stay at home on a Saturday night cuddling on the couch and watching movies’ type. Also, and perhaps the most pressing issue right now, you were afraid of heights. But when Malcolm had so enthusiastically mentioned that the weather was supposed to be lovely this weekend, and he’d found the perfect place to take you walking, (Notice he said ��walking’ not hiking) Malcolm was so excited. And you guessed that even hiking wasn’t mountaineering, so you’d agreed to go with him. Especially as it was the first time he’d ever really suggested it, you felt you owed him that much. When you started the hike it wasn’t too bad, the incline wasn’t steep, and Malcolm walked beside you – idly chatting to pass the time - and you felt comfortable and safe. There were a bunch of reasons you’d never told him of your fears; mostly because he had a brother and the two of them were usually going on wild and crazy adventures together, you never really thought you’d factor into it. Also, because you were partially scared that it might effect your relationship and he wouldn’t want to be with someone who wouldn’t enjoy the same things as him. You didn’t always believe the phrase opposites attract.

Although as the paths got thinner and he had to walk in front of you, and you continued up the trail without a sign anywhere of descending again – you got decidedly more nervous. And you couldn’t really ignore the fact that you could see nearly all the way to the bottom of the valley if you stepped just ever so slightly to the side. Malcolm was still talking to you over his shoulder, but carrying on as normal – nothing was phasing him, obviously. And you wanted to be brave for his sake; it wasn’t like there was any quick way back down to ground level either. But eventually you got shaky and had to pause, taking deep breaths. Because the last thing either of you needed up here was you to have a panic attack. Malcolm breezed on, still calling cheerfully behind him – until he realised you weren’t responding back, when he turned around to check on you. Now about 100 meters behind him, squatting and breathing hard. “…Wh…Y/N!” He called back, “You okay-!?!” When you only responded with a head shake, he was suddenly alert; “Oh shit!” and jogged back down the path to you; “Babe! Talk to me-! What’s wrong-!?” He knew all the dangers and guessed up here, if you weren’t used to it, there could be slight altitude sickness. You covered your face embarrassed; “You’ll hate me…” “What? Are you kidding-!? Me!? Hate you?!” He scoffed, knowing that just wasn’t possible, “Babe, come on – what’s wrong? Cuz I’m not gonna stop nagging ya until you tell me!” You could feel yourself going bright red under your fingers; and you mumbled it – “I’m scared of heights.” There was a few seconds silence, before he laughed, and hard. And kept on laughing - until he realised you were serious; “Wait-! Shit really!?! Why didn’t you SAY so you idiot--!!” Malcolm crouched down and then sat, taking your hands away from your incredibly flushed cheeks; “Why did you let me bring you up here-!?! I know I’M stupid, but you’re the smart one!” You bit your lip; “You were so excited and happy I just… I wanted you to be happy.” He sent his eyes heavenward for a minute; “And risk your health-!? No, no, no!!” but he chuckled again at the irony; “Oh god! Scared of heights! This is… Oh god!” He wiped tears from his eyes; “Wait until I tell Cyril-!” “DON’T YOU DARE!!” You pushed his arm, making him laugh more at your embarrassment; “Aha! It doesn’t stop you being feisty-! That’s good to see-!” “It’s not funny!” Malcolm grinned, “No, maybe not. But if I can get you to focus on anything else, you’ll feel a little better… look you’re shaking less already…” He took your hands in his; “I’m not mad at you – and I certainly don’t hate ya. Hell, you’re probably the only girl in the world that’s gonna put up with my lunacy.” You weren’t going to let him know you’d agree, but you couldn’t help but grin. “AHHHHH!!! That’s a smile!” Then you laughed, “HA! I knew it!” “Mal-! Stop!” But he’d brightened your mood by just sitting on the pathway with you to calm you down, and you couldn’t do much more than thank him for that. He grinned, threading your fingers before leaning forward to kiss you. You accepted his sweet kiss, before pulling him closer by his jacket. “Oh?” He raised an eyebrow smirking, “Even when you’re panicking about being so high you can’t resist me?” You shook your head; “God, you’re infuriating-!” “I know!” Malcolm winked cheekily, “But at least I don’t pretend to be anything else!” You giggled again and brushed your lips to his again. “Well, you are right there.” He let you sit with him and hold his hands until you’d calmed a little, and then Malcolm stood – pulling you gently from the floor. You kept your eyes focused on his, voice calm. And suddenly he was a guide on the side of a technical mountain – not a sunny summer hike. “It’s okay to be scared. Come on… take my hand, we’ll make it back together okay, keep your focus on me… I’ve done this 100 times… Nice and slow. One step at a time.” You gave a nod, squeezing his hand tight. He was strong and steady, and you let him lead you slowly to a shortcut, where he could get you back down in the shortest possible time. But every so often he’d stop and turn back to you to make sure that you were doing alright. And sometimes it all went to your head again, and you would pull him back to pause for respite. But Malcolm was, for once, a saint – and he stood looking out over the gorgeous scenery for as long as you needed to rest for, the way the sun glittered over greenery and lakes stretching for miles before you. Even if you couldn’t exactly ‘enjoy’ it with him, he was glad you were there and holding his hand. But still, he couldn’t help teasing and joking with you; “This is just a ploy to stay with me out here longer isn’t it?!” “Oh absolutely. Yeah. Can’t get enough of this mountaineering thing-!” “OH!? K2 next?! Or Everest, I mean it’s less technical-!” “MALCOLM!” You weren’t exactly impressed, but he only grinned “Oh, I think I could kiss that annoyance away-!” “Will you just get me down first-!” He indicated to the path; “What do you think I’m doing-!?” As you continued to make your way down the trail, and you were closer to the valley you’d started in, you allowed yourself to admire the view. It was sure beautiful, even you had to admit. Of course this made you dawdle, and had Malcolm turning back to see why you were tugging on his hand this time. “Oh. You can admire it now, huh?!” You scoffed, turning to him; “I don’t know if that’s really the view…” He was taken aback, and almost blushed himself “M-Me-!?” Malcolm’s eyes flew wide, and then he blinked; “OH GOD! It’s made you delusional-! Oh! There’s no hope!!” He pretended to lament and pulled you to him, so your face was buried in his neck, and he embraced you tight; “Don’t look-! Don’t look-!” “MAL-! I’m gonna push you OFF this damn trail in a minute, LET ME GO!”

His laughter filled the air again as he pulled back, but keeping his arms around you; “You are okay though, right?” “Better. Thank you.” “Oh. You’re welcome, anytime. I mean I would say that I-” You clamped a hand over his mouth, “Hush. Don’t ruin it.” His brown eyes widened in humour, but he didn’t even mumble into your hand. Holding his own hands up to appease you. You removed your hand, and replaced it with your lips; “I love you Malcolm, but God help me you’re an idiot-!” He laughed at your compliment; “Really? I think you should be thanking him! After all, imagine being stranded out here without me-!” You sighed; “Without you I wouldn’t be here.” “Oh no. That’s on you, for not telling me!” You tipped your head, musing your predicament for a second “Maybe you’re right.” Malcolm placed his hand over his heart in shock; “Oh, certainly delusional-!” “Oy!” You pushed him again, “I said maybe!”

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sorry-didnt-mean-to-stab-you · 5 years

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Marshmallows and Melodies

Word Count: 1551

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Lil’ bit of angst

Summary: They found each other amidst the silence

A/N: So, this is for @imhereforbvcky‘s Cap2 Challenge based off of the prompt: Silence by Marshmello and Khalid. I honestly loved this song when it first came out and would listen to it on repeat for hours, so hopefully I’ve done it some justice with this fic :)

“Do you even know any of the songs on here?” she teased him, glancing at him through the corner of her eye as she flipped through the songs.

Steve caught a few songs that felt familiar, but he was sure that it was only because they were similar to the songs that played on the radio occasionally back at the camp during the war. The row of songs began to thin out, and he soon grew certain that he wouldn’t be able to find a single song that he knew. That was, until his eye caught a quick glance at the title ‘AC/DC’ scrawled out in shaky letters.

He swiftly plucked it from the pile and presented it to her.

“You know AC/DC?” her voice was playfully skeptical, her eyebrows cocking in disbelief. “I refuse to believe that America’s golden boy listens to rock and roll in his spare time.”

Steve chuckled at her as he flipped the record through his fingers. “Stark plays them all the time when he’s working in the garage, the songs seem to make the entire compound shake.”

“That I believe,” she grinned, but when he held it out for her to place it on the record player, she glanced down at her shuffling feet and gently bit her lip. “Would it,” she began, looking back up at him with guilty eyes. “Would it be mean of me to maybe not play it this time?”

Steve met her eyes, carefully making sure that he looked sympathetic rather than curious. “Is anything wrong?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s just that my ex was obsessed with them and their songs just kind of remind me of him, so…” She diverted her eyes back to the pile and let out a sigh.

He held himself back from giving her a hug, reminding himself that it would probably be weird considering they’d only known each other for an hour or so. They’d met when Steve asked what song she’d been humming to herself as she was working behind the bar, and soon they were discussing everything music even up until now.

“I'm sorry,” he gave her a gentle smile. “You choose a song, I'm sure I could do with a new taste in style considering I'm slightly out of date.”

Stepping back and moving his arm to present the player to the girl he was becoming more engrossed in, he felt his heart twitch at the small grin she gave him. He studied her practiced movements as she flicked back through the pile, her fingers moving with such ease and fluidity that there was no questioning that she knew every song there. After a few moments, their eyes met each other again, her hands gifting him a bright yellow record with a man flaunting a large, white square head over his own.

“Marshmello?” he quipped, turning the record over to reveal no other songs listed on it. The only word written on it in large capitals was ‘SILENCE’.

“It’s a single,” she spoke up, leaning on her tip toes to look at him from over the record. “I originally bought it for myself to play at home but considering that I spend most of my waking hours here, I eventually brought it in and well, now this is where it stays.”

Steve frowned, wondering for a second if he would actually like it, taking into account that the only songs he’s ever liked were old dancing songs from the 40s. He wasn’t so much into the DJs and upbeat rave songs of the 21st century, save for some of the artists like Adele, Queen, Marvin Gaye and George Ezra, who were all Natasha’s forced ideas.

However, pushing his doubts to the back of his mind, he slapped on a smile and nodded. “Let’s do it.”

As the song began to play, she took his hand and led him over to the pool tables. It was around two in the morning and the bar had closed, allowing them to sit themselves down onto the green velvet, her soft hand still intertwined with his. She closed her eyes and began to sway to the tune, and he gazed absentmindedly at the way her lips mouthed the lyrics, and how her eyes moved from beneath the lids, her eyebrows occasionally quirking. The tune, he immediately realized, was transcendental, a melody only fit for the girl beside him. He noticed how the singer’s voice had weaved its way into his head, the words melting into each other as he sang, the beat lifting his fingers and dropping them with a rush of sadness. The artist wasn’t one that he would typically enjoy listening to, but perhaps it was her influence that made him rethink what he tones he thought were dulcet and sweet.

Before long, the song had come to a close, and Steve was blessed once more with the colors of her eyes as they opened.

“So,” she shrugged with a smile. “Did you like it?”

“It was beautiful,” he answered honestly. She rolled her eyes as she hopped off of the table, leaving his hand horribly cold and empty, and carefully replaced the record back into its cover.

“I think it’s sad and lonely if you ask me. And yet there’s something about it that just… hits you hard with a feeling of finally understanding yourself,” she rambled as she shoved the box of records back to beneath the player.

“How does it help you understand yourself?” Steve asked with curiosity, his eyes remaining on her body as she returned to sit back next to him.

Twisting her body to face his, she crossed her legs and began to roll one of the pool balls between the palms of her hands, a laugh escaping her mouth. “Oh, that’s way too deep for such an early time, buddy. I doubt you wanna talk with a stranger about her woes right now.”

“I’ve found that it’s the times when the world sleeps that you can talk about yourself the best,” he recited, remembering all the deep conversations he’d have with Bucky until four in the morning. “Maybe that’s just me, but it’s easier to talk deeper when there’s not so much background noise.”

She raised her eyebrows and shook her head at him, and for the first time that night, Steve noticed the ghost of an exhaustion hidden in the crevices of her face. “If you say so, Rupi Kaur.”

And even though he had no idea who Rupi Kaur was, he remained silent as she took a deep breath and relaxed her tense shoulders.

“Me and my ex split up about two months ago because he’d been cheating on me with my best friend for the majority of our relationship.”

Steve’s stomach dropped as he heard the words. She looked both tired, angry and desolate all at once, and he couldn’t help but feel guilty for her as well as wanting to punch the guy for hurting such a kind and sweet girl.

“Yeah, it’s sad and all. But I think it hurt more because so far, every one of my boyfriends has split up with me because there was someone else. Because my friend was better, or the barista at the coffee shop was better, or my sister was better,” she then let out a dry laugh, causing Steve to flinch slightly at the pain behind it. “It’s funny, because I’ve shared every one of my relationships with someone who was better than me. And I tried so damn hard to keep it all going, to work better and try harder to get them to stay, but they never did. So, when I found out that he’d gone and had his own private relationship with my childhood best friend for over a year… I don’t know, I guess I got tired of fighting because it’s the only thing I’ve ever done. You know?”

Steve nodded. “To some degree, yeah. All my life I’ve been fighting the bad guy, literally in this case, and I'm still fighting them over seventy years later. I guess I'm tired of all of it, and all I wanna do is go home and hang up the shield, but I don’t think I ever will.”

“That sounds lonely,” she looked at him with knowing eyes, and all Steve could think was that this girl, someone who hadn’t lived the life that the team had lived, and someone that didn’t have to suit up every day because they had nothing and no one else, understood.

“It is,” he agreed. “I go home to an empty apartment, I wake up to an empty apartment, and my day job is one where I have no idea if I’ll return back to that empty apartment.”

Steve’s mind had been wandering off as he stared absently at the carpeted ground of the bar, but he broke out of it when he felt her hand on his shoulder. She looked at him with something other than pity for once, something different than ‘I'm sorry you’re in the wrong time with the wrong people’. It was a mix of understanding and her own isolation. She didn’t try to fathom his experience, but somehow, she connected with his words and for one rare moment, he didn’t feel alone.

#cap2challenge #angst #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #captain america #marvel #avengers #tony stark #iron man #spiderman #peter parker #steve rogers x you #captain america x reader

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The whole Lover album is giving me so much Byler feels. I can’t

Hearing Daylight I can only think of an older Mike after year spending trying so hard to be ‘normal’ and denying his feelings for Will and finally letting go of that his fear

And I can still see it all (In my mind) All of you, all of me (Intertwined) I once believed love would be (Black and white)

Cornelia Street is such a pinning Will song during season 3 right before he moves out of Hawkins

Back when we were card sharks, playing games I thought you were leading me on I packed my bags, left Cornelia Street Before you even knew I was gone

And this part of Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince is so Will season 2

My team is losing, battered and bruising I see the high fives between the bad guys Leave with my head hung, you are the only one Who seems to care American stories burning before me I'm feeling helpless, the damsels are depressed Boys will be boys then, where are the wise men? Darling, I'm scared (Ah)

And we have Lover perfect song for a Modern day & older Byler to slow dance when they get their first aparment together as a happy married couple. I mean the chorus:

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home (Forever and ever) You're my, my, my, my lover

and Taylor kill it with this part perfectly sounding as marriage vows for those two dorks:

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue All's well that ends well to end up with you Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover

Then here comes Afterglow, that whole song is Mike after the breakup with Will in season 3:

Fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves Chemistry 'til it blows up, 'til there’s no us Why'd I have to break what I love so much? It's on your face, and I'm to blame, I need to say Hey, it's all me, in my head I'm the one who burned us down But it's not what I meant Sorry that I hurt you I don't wanna do, I don’t wanna do this to you (Ooh) I don’t wanna lose, I don't wanna lose this with you (Ooh) I need to say, hey, it’s all me, just don't go Meet me in the afterglow

Cruel Summer is Will anthem during all season 3. Baby boy was so jealous

And it's new, the shape of your body It's blue, the feeling I've got And it's ooh, whoa oh It's a cruel summer It's cool, that's what I tell 'em No rules in breakable heaven But ooh, whoa oh It's a cruel summer With you

Paper Rings is more upbeat. I picture everyones favorite dorks dancing to it in Will’s room and singing the lyrics to each other while they giggle until they fall on the bed and proceed to kiss all in love.

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Ah-ah, that's right, you're the one I want I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this Ah-ah, darling, you're the one I want

I think He Knows reminds of flirty Will in the final episode of season 3 and his smirk after‘Not possible’

i want you, bless my soul And I ain't gotta tell him, I think he knows I think he knows

Finally It’s Nice to Have a Friend is soooo Byler friendship future romance and I think someone already write a fic with this song in mind so check that out on AO3.

So I got feelings, lots of them about Lover and about Byler. And my broke ass listened to this on youtube so that is why the songs are out of order.

#byler #byeler #OP has no talent as a writtter #or making edits #or gifs #so this is my contribution to the byler fandom #Im not even that good at theories

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sonicawareness · 4 years

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The Best Albums of 2019

After listening to more than 2000 new albums in 2019, I’ve narrowed my picks down to The 20 Best Records of 2019.

I’ve included 3 essential songs from each pick, as well as a choice lyrical clip and a brief description of the album.

Noting beats actually LISTENING TO MUSIC! So don’t just read my thoughts: follow and listen to the Spotify playlist containing 60 songs from the top 20 albums:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5TWlfWoo54MQ5cYTMmB0RI?si=M_23L6DDRieVuA845A90Pg

01: Yung Gravy - Sensational

Aptly titled Sensational, this debut full-length is a thirty minute party that dances between the hottest trap beats, well-placed samples, and the young Minnesota rapper’s braggadocious persona and ridiculous raps

Hey Alexa, how many bitches can we fit in the Tesla?...Pull up in that Model X with your model ex!

“Whip a Tesla” • “1 Thot 2 Thot Red Thot Blue Thot” • “The Boys Are Back in Town”

02: TWICE - &TWICE • Feel Special EP • FANCY YOU EP

Nine young South Korean women radiate endless energy, bountiful bliss, and some of the catchiest songs to come out not only in 2019 but recent memory

Even when things go wrong, feelings out of control: lessons, to be sure. Be okay, all right! Even a crying face is glittering, filter and laugh! You can return to invincibility, right? Blow off, and we havin’ fun! [Translated from original Japanese]

“Fake and True” • “Breakthrough” • “Stronger”

03: Sublime with Rome - Blessings

Frontman, bandleader, multi-instrumentalist, and producer Rome Ramirez delivers his finest record to date: eleven heartfelt reggae-driven songs that are as well-written as they are masterfully recorded and produced

Watching you feel good tonight: it's your song up on the station, and we don't even know no words. I wanna hear you roll your R’s, singing Spanish in the car, “Dime algo hermosa tonight”.

“Wicked Heart” • “Light On” • “For the Night”

04: Bring Me the Horizon - amo

Cohesive yet genre-spanning (metalcore, hip-hop, electronic, and pop, to name just a few), the sixth album from the English quintet is an emotional yet insightful rollercoaster masterpiece

Before the truth will set you free, it'll piss you off. Before you find a place to be, you're gonna lose the plot. Too late to tell you now, one ear and right out the other one ‘cause all you ever do is chant the same old mantra.

“MANTRA” • “wonderful life” • “i apologise if you feel something”

05: Weezer - Weezer (Black Album)

Expertly produced and instantly memorable, the long-running Rivers Cuomo-driven California quartet is once again in top form, adding yet another fresh and unique — but distinctly Weezer — record to their extensive discography

Don't get mad at me, I'm just being honest. I should have lied, now you're mad at me? I'm just being honest. How 'bout from now on you'll write the script, I'll read the lines?

“Can’t Knock the Hustle” • “Zombie Bastards” • “Living in L.A.”

06: Big Data - 3.0

Like this sophomore album’s lyrical content — exploration of the impact artificial intelligence will have on humans and on the Earth — the latest project from producer, multi-instrumentalist, and mastermind Alan Wilkis is paradoxically dark yet bright; like AI, this album’s execution is equally flawless and Dangerous

I created a monster, it's out of control, it's going to take me...I didn't know what I was making...But now it's coming, coming for all of us!

“Monster” • “See Through” • “Evolution Once Again”

07: blackbear - ANONYMOUS

Vibrant yet dark, personal yet accessible, the fifth album from Mat Musto is a collection of 18 vulnerable, confessional songs told over slick electronic and hip-hop sounds

You drop the bag and ask me how my weekend was. I love that, though. You laugh when I make stupid jokes, and when I went to rehab, you didn't judge me that bad. I struggle with addiction probs, you always got my back. What am I gonna do the day that my drug dealer moves away? Whatever am I gonna say to my new plug? It just ain't the same.

“DOWN” • “HATE MY GUTS” • “DRUG DEALER”

08: Denzel Curry - ZUU

Hit-after-hit of hip-hop bangers pack this album’s half-hour runtime, with a plethora of guests joining the fray but never quite knocking it out like the young Miami native, Denzel Curry

First they mockin', now they hoppin', all on the wave, 'cause they see me poppin'. Big-big-big large pockets, they start flockin'. Here's what I say when they ass keep knockin'...

“RICKY” • “BIRDZ” • “ZUU”

09: DaBaby - KIRK / Baby on Baby

On his two 2019 albums, his first proper efforts after countless mixtapes and singles, DaBaby unleashes his signature, incessant vocals over relentless trap and modern hip-hop beats

Prolly heard I was broke from a broke nigga, prolly heard I'm a ho from a ho! I don't know what you know, I ain't runnin' from no nigga, let’s go!

“BOP” • “OFF THE RIP” • “Suge”

10: Bayside - Interrobang

On their eighth album, the Anthony Raneri-fronted New York natives sound refreshed, focused, and tighter than ever telling their trademark tales of heartbreak and healing

I love that music saved you, and Lord knows it’s saved me too, but songs never love you back, and you never know the person preaching to you...

“Interrobang” • “Prayers” • “Bury Me”

11: The Hold Steady - Thrashing Thru The Passion

Few frontmen can weave an album’s worth of compelling narratives, yet the Brooklyn band’s Craig Finn finds himself on the seventh The Hold Steady album once again delivering ten more engaging, interlocked tales over his band’s fierce guitar riffs and all-too-catchy choruses

Thanks for listening, thanks for understanding: tequila takeoff, Tecate landing.

“Entitlement Crew” • “Denver Haircut” • “You Did Good Kid”

12: Electric Guest - KIN

Sugary sweet, the third record from the California duo promptly polishes any rough few rough edges they once had to deliver a perfectly slick yet quirkily heartwarming collection of eleven easy-listening songs

I'm like, “this mothafucka might sue me, and that mothafucka might boo me”. I'ma keep on goin' to a better day, all this other bitterness can fade away.

“Dollar” • “I Got the Money” • “More”

13: Billie Eilish - WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP, WHERE DO WE GO?

Part punk energy without sounding even slightly punk, part emo diary without being a dashboard confessional, the debut record from American teenager Billie Eilish craftily bounces between genres, haunting sounds, and strange stories

If you think I’m pretty, you should see me in a crown. I'm gonna run this nothing town. Watch me make 'em bow one by one by one.

“bad guy” • “my strange addiction” • “you should see me in a crown”

14: The Cat Empire - Stolen Diamonds

The eighth album from Australia’s The Cat Empire is a full-blown dance party packed with catchy, clever songwriting and a room full of drums, horns, strings, keyboards, turntables, and bass

Operator, please, I can’t get out my head. Tell me where I’m going or where I’m being led. Tell me like an order, and order I’ll obey. Maybe I just thought you said, or did I did I hear you say, “We’re going to ([kill a man]) Kilaman-jaro, jaro…”

“KIla” • “Stolen Diamonds” • “Ready Now”

15: Dirty Heads - Super Moon

Co-frontmen Dirty J and Duddy B return to the beach for the seventh Dirty Heads album, borrowing sounds from across their entire discography of acoustic guitars and witty hip-hop to craft a surprisingly delicate record

I'm a flame, I'm a beacon that won't go out. In the dark, in the rain, I'm your lighthouse. When you can't stand the pain, hope you know now, I'll keep you safe, I'm your lighthouse.

“Super Moon” • “Lift Me Up” • “Tender Boy”

16: TENDER - Fear of Falling Asleep

Dark and uninviting, the second album from this London duo is an intimidating but rewarding listen delicately spiced with just enough hooks to keep you trapped in its atmospheric dreams

I’ll be looking for the scent when it goes cold. I’ve been trying to beat the maze with a blindfold on. I’ve been foraging through mud and sticks searching for that power that don’t exist.

“Closer Still” • “Bottled Up” • “Handmade Ego”

17: Logic - Confessions of a Dangerous Mind / Supermarket Soundtrack

Logic returns once again with countless rhymes delivered over his trademark breathless bars, frequently painting an all-too-vivid picture of a famous rapper struggling to comprehend the world around him

All these comments got me lost in my mind; all these thoughts that I'm having are not mine. I always post that I'm having a good time so my life looks perfect online...

“Homicide” • “Don’t Be Afraid to Be Different” • “Lemon Drop”

18: Tyga - Legendary

More than just a collection of hits, the seventh album from the Compton rapper is well-sequenced and effortlessly laced with hook-after-hook for Tyga to deliver his signature obscene lines about things he self-admittedly has too many [sic] of: money, cash, hoes, cars, clothes, flows

Hey, shut the fuck up, bitch, you know who I are. Point blank range, and I'm shootin' for the stars. You niggas subpar and I just raised the bar. You got Rollies on your wrist, this is Chopard. Slide on your block like a fuckin' go-kart, my nigga A&R, still got an AR.

“Haute” • “Lightskin Little Wayne” • “On Me”

19: The Chainsmokers - World War Joy

The third album in three years from Alex Pall and Drew Taggart (and no shortage of guests) is an easy, light collection of ten slick relationship-focused pop songs that find the duo largely eschewing their dance-centric history

You said, "Hey, whatcha doing for the rest of your life?" and I said, "I don't even know what I'm doing tonight". Went from one conversation to your lips on mine.

“The Reaper” • “Family” • “P.S. I Hope You’re Happy”

20: Bear Hands - Fake Tunes

Brooklyn’s Bear Hands returns with another collection of bright, bouncy songs that ever-so-slightly conceal the trio’s underlying sadness and struggles

I don't see how you think you can come to me, and bitch to me, lay out your problems, like ancient history, like I ain't got no other shit to do. I love you, baby, but my lips are turnin' blue.

“Blue Lips” • “Back Seat Driver (Spirit Guide)” • “Mr. Radioactive”

THE BEST ALBUMS OF 2019

Yung Gravy - Sensational

TWICE - &TWICE • Feel Special EP • FANCY YOU EP

Sublime with Rome - Blessings

Bring Me the Horizon - amo

Weezer - Weezer (Black Album)

Big Data - 3.0

blackbear - ANONYMOUS

Denzel Curry - ZUU

DaBaby - KIRK / Baby on Baby

Bayside - Interrobang

The Hold Steady - Thrashing Thru The Passion

Electric Guest - KIN

Billie Eilish - WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP, WHERE DO WE GO?

The Cat Empire - Stolen Diamonds

Dirty Heads - Super Moon

TENDER - Fear of Falling Asleep

Logic - Confessions of a Dangerous Mind / Supermarket Soundtrack

Tyga - Legendary

The Chainsmokers - World War Joy

Bear Hands - Fake Tunes

#best albums

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