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❝one thing about me, i aint taking no shit❞

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A/N: hi. did y'all hear 1989 tv? it was really good. also, i blacked out (happy halloween) so, sorry this chapter is late. i really have nothing to say other than this isn’t edited so ignore any mistakes. please leave feedback in the comments ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

Chapter Summary: joel and the sweetest baker have their first fight. the sweetest baker rethinks if she wants to be with joel.

Chapter Warnings: angst, language, alcohol, slight age gap (F!MC and Joel are 6 years apart), symptoms of anxiety and depression, lmk if i forgot something.

Series Tags: chef! Joel, single! father Joel, no outbreak! Joel Miller, slow burn, dual-pov, fluff, flirting, friendship, eventually established relationship, eventual smut, original character, black!fem!MC, no y/n.

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Time seemingly taunts me on Tuesday afternoon with a slow bakery and 3 employees. The fretting about the pie recipe paid off and the bakery made it into the Chicago Tribune for best fall treats. We sold out of pickup orders the next day but no one wants to get their pies this early in the week.

My mind drifts watching Ellie’s slow and methodical paint strokes. I wonder what her biological parents did to have that much talent weaved through her DNA. Dina sits on the floor next to her, reading her an astrology book. The two girls appear sickly in love and I smile, standing from the chair.

The iPad next to me dings and I'm reminded that it’s 11:15 a.m., time to start baking birthday treats for Mayor Thomas’ annual fall bash. I mentally run through the list in my head. They asked for chocolate cupcakes with pumpkins on them. It’s simple, Imogen.

I feel like I’m losing it as I walk back towards the kitchen. When I enter the room, two of my employees are sitting, aimlessly tapping away on their phones. Furying climbs up my shoulders when I realize I’m paying them to play video games on their phones back here. “Look alive, ladies,” I snip, walking over to the cupcake storage.

They both both their phones away, apologizing profusely. “It’s fine. You can make up for it by helping me ice two hundred cupcakes,” I say nonchalantly and I hear nothing but groans in return.

I shuffle around the kitchen grabbing all the necessary tools before popping my headphones in. If I have to ice two hundred cupcakes, I’m damn sure going to be doing it while listening to “1989 (Taylor’s Version).”

I click my favorite vault track and smile when the music fills my head. My body uses muscle memory as I buzz around, filling the piping bags with icing. Since the cupcakes are already done and cooled, it takes little to no effort for me to decorate them. Nearly half of the album plays and my pan is done in half of the girls' time. But I created the recipe so of course it is.

Carefully, I place the cupcakes aside until they’re ready for pickup. My heels click on the pink tile beneath me as I walk back to the front to check on the girls. When I round the corner, I hear Chloe talking on the phone. Her shoulders are hunched over; her body language for ‘I’m dealing with a shitty customer.”

I creep behind her as best as possible but she hears the sound of my shoes against the floor, slowly turning around. She tries her hardest to manage the situation herself but after seeing her struggle, I extend my hand for the phone. She puts it in my palm, giving me a silent thank you before returning to her task.

“I’m sorry, this is Imogen Scott. I’m the owner. Can you explain the situation again?” I speak into the receiver.

“Hi Imogen, it’s Rebecca. Mayor Thomas’ assistant,” she speaks frantically.

I nod, pacing slightly around the bakery. “Oh hi, I just finished the cupcakes. You’re still scheduled for the 2 p.m. pickup, right?” I confirm with her.

She kisses her teeth and lets out a small sigh. “About that,” she starts.

I shake my head, panic starting to cause a tightening in my chest. “No. No, no, no. Don’t do this to me, Rebecca,” I plead.

“I’m sorry. The Thomas’ just tested positive for COVID,” she elaborates and I sigh.

I can’t be mad because someone is sick but what are we supposed to do with two hundred cupcakes? “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” I express sympathy for the family.

“Mayor Thomas sends his sincere apologies and promises to pay for the full order,” Rebecca apologizes for her boss.

Oh, he doesn’t have a choice. I understand emergencies but I’m definitely charging every last penny to the government. “That’s great but I still have… you know what, it’s not your problem. Have a good afternoon,” I say clicking the end button on the phone.

When I turn around, Chloe is still standing nearby, awaiting the tea. “So I have some good news and some bad news,” I tell her.

“Good news first,” she requests.

I press my eyes closed, trying to push away the oncoming migraine from this fiasco. “Situation is handled and they’re still paying for the full order,” I tell her, and she high-fives me for charging them my worth.

Chloe smiles and nods. “Awesome! Now the bad,” she waves for me to continue with her hand.

“We have to figure out how to distribute two hundred perishable cupcakes before closing,” I quickly spit out.

Dina seemingly overhears my phone call and stands while Chloe greets the customers who’ve just entered the shop. When Dina is in front of me, she shrugs. “That’s easy, every customer gets a free cupcake with purchase,” she says nonchalantly.

“That’s great for 50 of them. It’s so slow and I don’t want to count on that,” I explain, gesturing towards the bakery.

Chloe hums in response before taking care of the customers who’ve just approached the counter. “What can I get y’all today?” she asks gleefully.

“Two dozen cookies. Half sugar, half chocolate chip,” the woman speaks for the group.

“Wow, sounds like you’re going to a big party,” I say over Chloe’s shoulder, handing her some boxes.

A younger and quite frankly attractive man steps up in front of me. “Office meeting,” he flirts with a wink.

On any other day, I might flirt back with him out of boredom. But the more I look at his smirk, the more I find it disgusting. Joel’s smirk is suggestive like he already knows what I want. I’m starving to wake up next to Joel and I’d rather die than wake up to the man in front of me.

My vision blurs as I allow Chloe to get them checked out and out of the store with their box of free cupcakes. After she wipes the glass counter top she pauses, turning around to face me. “What about Dina’s book club at the school?”

I think back to my drunk shenanigans and the fact that I almost laid hands on a parent while in that building. “I’m not going back into that place until Christmas time,” I complain before turning my head towards Dina.

“Either you take them or have James bring them to you when he clocks in,” I urge her to pass on the directions and Dina mutters agreeing responses.

I step in front of the counter, surveying what supplies we have left. We’re almost sold out, so the cupcakes will come to good use. “I’m going to drop some off at the Austin. Maybe their employees can take them home,” I tell her, rotating on my heels to face Ellie and Dina. “Girls, no–”

“Drinking, drugs, sex. Got it,” Ellie groans the mantra I’ve drilled into her head from her spot on the floor.

Chloe’s face lights up with a smile after processing the information. “That’s a good idea,” she praises.

“Thanks! Text me if you need anything. I shouldn’t be long,” I tell her, grabbing a large pink box to put the sweet treats in.

My body is filled with a giddy feeling thinking about the possibility of seeing him for the first time since Friday. And honestly, I’ve never been more excited to see someone.

The elevator dings to let me know that I’m on the floor of the Austin. I step off confidently carrying the boxes of treats up to the host stand. “Welcome to the Austin. I’m assuming you have a reservation,” he welcomes me into the restaurant.

The deja vu from my birthday hits me like a truck and I shake my head. “Oh, no. I’m here to see Chef Miller,” I reply.

The host looks at the boxes in my hands and then back up at me. “Do you have an appointment?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

“No, but,” I start before I’m cut off.

“I’m sorry. I can’t let you back there. If you want to schedule an appointment with him, maybe he’d be willing to try your,” he pauses to look skeptically through the clear cover on top of the pink box. “Cupcakes,” he says disappointingly.

Yeah, well no fucking cupcakes for you asshole. “He’s already tried my cupcakes, his daughter–” I cut myself off to take a deep breath and compose myself. “Look, Joel’s my boyfriend,” I try the last-ditch effort. Hopefully, Joel will hear baker and girlfriend then have a fucking clue.

The host’s eyes widen and he clears his throat. “Oh, let me go check with him then,” he dismisses himself.

Another host quickly replaces him, keeping the front of house running smoothly. I step out of the way, allowing customers to file in from the cool autumn afternoon. I pace around the lobby, watching my heels click on the marble floor. The toes of my shoes kiss the window and as I peer down below, I can see the masses of people crossing the clogged city streets.

That annoying throat-clearing noise sounds out again from behind me. I turn around to show this prick that he has my full attention. I’ve been nothing but fucking nice to you, asshole. “I’m sorry. Chef Miller is predisposed and every employee I passed said he doesn't have a girlfriend,” he tilts his head and patronizes me.

“Fuck this, I’ll go talk to him myself,” I grunt, stepping past him and quickly walking towards where I suspect the kitchen is.

“Ma’am,” I hear the host call over my shoulder as I make my way through the restaurant. My eyes quickly scan the room, finding the pattern of employees flowing in and out of the kitchen. I beeline confidently towards their path. “Ma’am you can’t go back there,” I hear the host repeat and he confirms I’m correct.

I shrug, fed up with the bullshit. Joel might be mad but I can explain later. “I can and I will,” I call over my shoulder.

As I’m walking down the hall, I hear crashing in the kitchen. The employee doesn’t let up with harassing me to the door. I pause for a second contemplating if this is the right thing to do.

Fuck it. You’re already here, Ginny.

I push through the double doors and the first thing I see is a white wall. But the crashing of dishes and the screaming doesn’t pause. “Y’all need to take your head out of your fuckin’ asses and start realizing what the hell is goin’ on here,” he barks, as I round the corner.

The chefs and employees are wide-eyed, some of them in tears. Nobody speaks, just accepting the abuse from the older irate man. “Most chefs I’d know would be fuckin’ embarrassed,” he reaches in front of a chef with a plate sitting on the table in front of her. He snatches it, crashing it down on the metal surface. It hits the tabletop and the porcelain and food scatter on the grey tile beneath it.

The noise causes me to jump ten feet in the air, nearly dropping the box of cupcakes. “Do you think we’re gonna get a fuckin star with this shit,” he growls.

Joel doesn’t stop there, picking up the next closest plate of food he’s determined uneatable and chucking it across the room. “Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you,” I watch as Joel points in each of their faces, spitting the degrading words.

The feeling of sympathy for the chefs weighs heavy on my heart. None of them can be older than 25. They’re babies and he just crushed their dreams of becoming chefs in 20 seconds flat.

Joel’s back rises and falls rapidly, as though he’s on the tip of a spiral. “Get your shit together!” he swears, removing the towel from his waist and slamming it down on the counter.

My feet quickly and quietly start moving backward in hopes of avoiding Joel. Tears well into my eyes and I trip on my own feet. I don’t know Joel. Not this one. This can’t be the same Joel who offered to whip me up something special on my birthday. Now I realize that whoever made my food on that day probably got fired.

Up until this point he’s been nothing but sweet to me. He’s shown me nothing but his good side. The first time he got angry with me, I checked him. But that’s not an option for his employees.

When Joel rounds the corner, his eyes meet mine and he stops in his tracks. His breathing hitches before he inhales a sharp breath. “Ginny,“ he utters lowly almost as if he’s afraid. It’s a complete 180 from his previous behavior.

I set the stack of pink boxes on the shelf next to me. “Here’s the cupcakes I brought for you, because I care about you, Joel. I care for you and Ellie and I wanted to see you. Come to find out you’re treating your employees like the shit on your shoe. That’s fucked up Joel,” I fume.

Joel purses his lips before stepping forward, attempting to box me in like her always. “You weren’t–”

“No,” I hiss, sidestepping out of the way. The simple yet quick action causes the tears to spill over my brim. “Ellie’s at the fucking bakery right now. Does she know? Is that why she didn’t want to work for you? I treat my employees with kindness and you rule with fear. The fuck are you doing, Joel?” I croak out, attempting to hold on to the last sliver of composure I have left.

You just don’t treat people like that. I don’t give a fuck about a star or a stripe. “I don’t know,” he sighs, rubbing his eyebrows with frustration.

I shift, leaning on my opposite leg with my hand on my hip. “You don’t know what?” I articulate sharply.

Joel throws his hands in the air. “Fuck, sugar. I don’t know anything. I was just trying to teach them how I was taught,” he argues.

My eyes flicker back and forth between Joel’s brown ones. They’re full of regret and my shoulders soften. “You don’t have to be the abusive boss your head chef was to you, Joel,” I explain.

Joel’s eyes dart towards the ground like an ashamed puppy. “Here, take these.” I place my hand gently on the top of the box. “Maybe share them with your staff. It’s a step in the right direction at least,” I advise, walking out of the kitchen.

I don’t turn around when I hear Joel following me and calling my name. I don’t speak to him when he picks up Ellie that night. And I’m unsure if I want to anymore.

Thanksgiving Day

Tommy clears his throat before he shovels a spoonful of pie into his mouth. “Mmmm,” he moans. “This is good, Ginny,” he compliments happily.

The rest of the table chatters in agreement. After being stuffed full of Joel’s meal, they needed a warm dessert before bed. The fluffy layers of the crust flake apart perfectly in my mouth; taste buds bursting with cinnamon and apple. Fuck, this is going to knock me smooth out after Joel’s meal.

I can feel him staring at me. He wants me to look at him, but I can’t. If I look at him, we have to have a conversation. I don’t want to do that in front of our friends and family. This entire Thanksgiving has been awkward as fuck between us. But god, I miss his lips, his smirk, his tan fingers interlocked with mine.

Maddie and Leo made themselves useful and created a burier in between me and Joel. But Ellie and Tommy are seemingly oblivious to our little spat, which I’m grateful for.

“No wonder this made it into the Chicago Tribune. This is divine, Ginny,” Mrs. Crown compliments, pointing towards the dessert with her fork.

I smile, bashfully looking down at my palms locked in my hands. “Thank you, Mrs. Crown,” I murmur.

Someone drops their utensil and it clatters against their dish. “You made it into the Tribune?” I hear Joel ask in shock.

I glance up at him for the first time tonight, studying his bug-eyed disposition. “Uh, yeah. Forgot to tell you,” I come up with a quick excuse.

Joel gave my face a once over before sitting back in his seat. “Hmph,” he grunts and I can tell he’s not buying the diversion.

Ellie had celebrated with me all week, having already been at the bakery. But when I found out, I told her I wanted to tell Joel on my own time. We just never got to that after the Monday fiasco.

Ellie slyly leans over and whispers to the disgruntled man, “Joel, say congrats.”

Joel’s head slowly rises until he’s peering at me. He’s pissed and I can practically see the steam exiting through his pores; his blood is boiling. “Congrats,” he mutters.

I take the cloth napkin out of my lap, leaving it on the table before standing. “I’ll be right back,” I mumble, swiftly walking out of the dining room. Before I fucking cry again in front of Joel.

I feel like the small hall is swallowing me whole. My head is pounding, and the tears begin flowing down my cheeks. I never want someone I care about to be mad at me.

Bursting through the kitchen door, I stare at the staff wide-eyed. They whisper to each other before exiting the large space, leaving me alone to calm down.

Once they’re gone, I crouch on the ground with my back against the cold wall. And only then do I allow myself to let go, crying until I feel like I’m suffocating on my own tears. My chest tightens, and I hear ringing in my ears, unsure of what just happened.

I’m brought out of my thoughts when I hear the kitchen door creek open.

“Ginny?” I hear Ellie’s voice ring through the room.

I hear her footsteps walking over to me and I quickly brush the tear stains away, praying she doesn’t notice my tomato face. I reach my hand out to grab the counter next to me and use it to support me as I stand, grabbing a bowl to use as a cover.

I plaster on a smile, putting the bowl in front of me. “What’s up, El?” I ask.

Her head tilts and she walks closer to me. “Is something going on between you and Joel? You’re both being weird as fuck with each other,” she speculates. Fuck. Ellie’s no idiot and I know that.

My nostrils flare and my vision blurs. I’ve always been great under pressure, but talking to Ellie feels heavier than a rude customer. “Well, you’re not wrong…” I trail off, abandoning the bowl. “Uh, we just had a heated conversation,” I confess.

Ellie’s brows knit and the curiosity seeps through her pores. She’s not gonna let it go. “About what?” she asks.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it. I’m sure it’ll all blow over tomorrow,” I reassure her, shifting awkwardly to lean on my other leg.

Ellie’s lips part and I know she’s about to argue when Joel appears through the doorway. “Ellie, time to get going,” he waves her towards him.

The air in the room is thick and I feel like I’m drowning in the swimming pool that is the tension between Joel and me. Ellie apparently senses the same feeling I do, and she scrunches her nose. “Okay…” Ellie elongates the word, tip-toeing out of the kitchen.

I avoid Joel’s gaze to no avail when I see his tattered brown boots before me. He inhales a sharp breath, causing my hair to scatter around my forehead. ��Sugar,” he rasps, and his fingers touch mine.

My eyes latch with his and I have to remind myself not to melt in the amber waves. “Joel,” I mutter.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, his shaking fingers toying with mine.

I gnaw on my lip, leaning back a little so there’s space between us. “I know, Joel,” I reiterate.

He curses under his breath, abandoning his attempt to slyly hold my hand. “What can I do to make it up to you?” he asks.

And here we are again, back at the beginning. What doesn’t he get? The people working for you are human. “Treat your employees with respect,” I instruct.

“I’m trying that. We’ve had a good day, let me show you,” Joel stresses.

I shake my head, slowly blinking from exhaustion. “You can’t do it in one day,” I remind him.

Joel takes a step forward to box me in. “I know,” he sighs.

I reach my hand up and caress the skin on his face with the back of my hand. He leans into my touch, humming softly. “You have to change the culture of your business,” I gently remind him.

Joel nods, and his hand slides up my waist. “I will. It’s just, I need you, sugar,” he emphasizes with so much need, I’m eager to forgive him. “This week has been shit without you. Every time Ellie mentions you, I feel like hell,” he continues.

We’re adults; There’s no reason for us to go back and forth. “Okay,” I conceded.

Joel’s face twists and he jerks his head back slightly. “Okay?” he asks, his voice thick with confusion.

I nod, feeling my jaw relax from previously being clenched. “I don’t wanna fight with you. I missed you a lot,” I admit.

Joel’s mouth curves into a small smile. “I missed you too,” he returns the sentiment. “Those pretty eyes, your perfume,” he says, putting his hand under my chin. “Missed these,” he finishes, dragging his thumb over my bottom lip.

“How about you kiss me since you’ve missed me so much?” I offer, with a raised brow.

His face lights up with excitement. “I can?” he asks for consent.

I nod, returning the small smile. “Please,” I stand on my tiptoes, giving him better access.

Joel leans down, connecting his lips with mine. My eyes flutter closed and I give into him, allowing him to take full control of the kiss. He hungrily dips his tongue into my mouth, seemingly desperate for more. I oblige him, craving the same thing. Maybe more than I can get right now.

His tongue swirls with mine and I moan quietly. Joel lightly squeezes my neck, tilting my head back. The feeling of the counter-pressing into my back gives the sharp pain to the pleasure I so often crave. My hands find their way into Joel’s head, tugging on his root. He groans into my mouth, deepening the kiss.

Suddenly, I hear a throat being cleared behind me. Joel takes a step back, parting our physical connection like the Red Sea. When I turn around, I’m embarrassed to find Tommy, Maddie, and Leo standing near the entryway. “Finally, you two made up,” Tommy throws his arms up dramatically.

Maddie dramatically rolls her eyes, walking over towards me. “I honestly couldn’t take it anymore,” she complains.

Leo awkwardly scratches the back of his neck. He’d been a dick to Joel all evening and the guilt is written all over his face. “Sorry for harassing you tonight, man,” he apologizes to Joel.

Joel shrugs and I’m grateful that he understands Leo’s protectiveness over me. “I get it, you care about her. Too much to lose,” he empathizes.

Ellie comes around the corner with her burgundy coat zipped up. The fabric makes a swishing sound as she walks, reminding me of my own childhood. “I’m ready,” she announces, a hat secured on top of her head.

We all file out of the kitchen, bidding the Miller’s a goodbye before I realize, I should probably go home too. Grabbing my coat out of the closet, I struggle to get it on successfully. Joel comes up behind me, gabbing the shoulders of the jacket to assist me. “You want a ride home?” he asks lowly.

Maddie picked me up so I assumed I’d leave with the first person out. Happy that it’s The Millers, I nod. “Yeah, I’ll ride with you guys,” I graciously accept his offer.

The four of us file out of the house on the chilly evening. The physical manifestation of my breath floats in front of me with each rise of my chest. Maddie and Leo wave goodbye from the front door before shutting it once we’re on the curb.

Joel unlocks the black truck, opening the back for Ellie to climb in. “Tommy, in the back,” he barks at his brother.

I put my hand on Joel’s bicep, attempting not to fantasize about him picking me up and fucking me against a wall. “No, Joel. Tommy’s legs are longer than mine in the truck,” I let Tommy take the front seat.

“You sure, sugar?” Joel confirms.

I smile, stepping up on the side rail. “Positive, sweetness,” I respond, sliding in next to Ellie.

Joel raises his brows, before nodding. “Mmm, sweetness. I like that,” he says.

“I bet you do,” I murmur back before he shuts the door.

After dropping Tommy off at his place, Joel invited me over to his for a glass of wine. I’d never seen his place, so I gleefully took him up on the offer.

My eyes scan the room and I notice the dust covering the top of the blinds, as if they’ve never been moved. There’s barely anything on the walls that accompanies the neutral paint, aside from a few art pieces I assume are Ellie’s.

The kitchen is humongous with an identical double oven like mine. There are pictures on the speckled kitchen counter and when I look closer I see Ellie, Tommy, and a little girl I’ve never seen before. My head tilts as I take in her brown curls and freckled face. She looks like she could be related to me. “Woah,” I breathe out, sliding into the seat next to me.

It’s uncanny, and it’s making me queasy. “Fuck, right? Joel doesn’t see it,” Ellie startles me a bit, adding her two cents.

“Ellie,” Joel scolds his daughter.

I turn toward Ellie, thinking of the best way to explain this to a kid. “I don’t think he wants to compare his daughter to anyone, El,” I start. But, I wonder if that’s why he was so drawn to me in the first place.

Ellie plops down onto the worn leather couch in the living room. “No shit. I don’t like it when people compare things to my mom’s,” she says over her shoulder before clicking the TV on.

“Ellie,” Joel grunts before opening the fridge.

Fed up with his repetitiveness, I groan at the two. “Joel, she’s expressing herself in the way she can in an appropriate space. Let her swear now so she can learn codeswitching,” I rant, pausing to take a deep breath.

My attention turns toward Ellie who is now fully invested in me ripping her father a new asshole. “Now school? No fucking way, kid. I don’t need to come up there and cuss someone out again,” I warn her.

Ellie puts up her hands in defense. “Sounds like a sweet fucking deal to me,” she smiles maniacally.

Joel shakes his head, popping the reusable cork out of a wine bottle. “Hell, you two are going to be the death of me,” he predicts before pouring a glass for me.

Ironically, Joel and Ellie are the only daily sparks of life I have left.

feedback rest of the series.

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darkskywishes · 1 year

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I was tagged by @derpinathebrave — Omg, I’ve never been tagged in one of these before. I’m so happy! Thanks for tagging me! :D I also love learning about new music, so this is great, especially as I love pretty much all genres.

Rules: shuffle your “on repeat” playlist from spotify/the music service of your choice and post the first 10 tracks.

1. Guilty - MARINA (I love her! Glad she appeared in this music shuffle game—also an underrated song by her, as I never hear people mention it)

2. Nearly Forgot My Broken Heart - Chris Cornell (I love everything Chris Cornell’s been involved in: Soundgarden, Audioslave, his solo work, etc. I was so sad when I first learned of his suicide a couple years ago)

3. Otherside - Red Hot Chili Peppers (They’re not my favorite band, but I absolutely love this song! The lyrics are very poetic and the song itself is so atmospheric and gloomy. From what I’ve interpreted myself of the lyrics and what I’ve read, it seems to be about heroin addiction. Really gets me in my feels, even though I’ve never experienced substance addiction myself. The song is relatable to a lot of mental issues in general)

4. You Make Me Feel Like It’s Halloween - Muse (My favorite band! Going to see them live later this month! This is from their newest album!)

5. Careless Whisper - Seether (Honestly, I love this song in general, both the original and all the covers. I like this cover in particular!)

6. Te Aviso, Te Anuncio - Shakira (Shakira’s music was actually the first I ever heard when I was a kid. Definite nostalgia factor, although her music is genuinely very good! I prefer the Spanish versions of her songs)

7. Tempest - Deftones (I always enjoy a good metal song, and Deftones releases consistently great music!)

8. One Step Closer - Linkin Park (Love this song when I want to vent out some anger! Another band where I’m sad about the lead singer, Chester Bennington, dying by suicide)

9. Monster - Lady Gaga (My personal favorite Lady Gaga song)

10. DLZ - TV On The Radio (Breaking Bad introduced me to this! That show introduced me to so many songs I listen to regularly now!)

Tagging: @tiggymalvern @spinsterennui @whaillord @memories-are-all-we-have @kiyaar @rhymingteelookatme

No pressure to participate if this is not your thing! :) Also, if anyone wants to participate, feel free to even if you’re not tagged

#tag game #about me #music #suicide tw

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kenmascorset · 3 years

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♠︎ 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐒 ♠︎

place your bets, don’t be scared. play the game, keep it fair. if you don’t, you will suffer great despair.

*ੈ♤‧₊˚ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 :

♤ : explicit/intense scenes. DNI

♡ : angst

♧: mature scenes

♢ : one-shots

please consider;

these works of mine— that i claim rightful ownership of— will contain dark and triggering content. i will try my best to revise everything and put warnings beforehand. please beware when interacting with my works.

when it comes to my mature works, i would like audiences of all kinds to respect me and my work along with being mature when reading.

𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒:

single or double, you are in for trouble.

𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒:

broken or fixed, pain and love don’t mix.

𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋:

three’s a charm, be careful what is on your card

𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒:

shuffle good, deal it nice. wild cards will appear to add a little spice.

ੈ♠︎‧𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 ‧₊˚

kins:

kageyama tobio, sugawara koushi, oikawa toru, suna rintaro, tsukishima kei, yamaguchi tadashi, nishinoya yu, iwazumi hajime

writing tropes i do:

enemies to lovers, mafia, 18+ scenes, alternate universes, gender-neutral, friends to enemies to lovers, good x bad, text messaging…

most of my writing will be reader insert and one-shots of ships.

lovers:

kuroo tetsuro’s wife, suna rintaro’s side hoe, sugawara koushi’s bf, hange zoe’s whórë, batsubami rei’s pet

hobbies/interests:

volleyball, reading, writing, anime, halloween, sleep

#smut #haikyuu!!#aot #attack on titan #kakegurui #rei batsubami #hange zoe #anime #kenmascorset

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m0r1bund · 4 years

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Happy Indigenous Peoples’ Day!

10/12/20:

So. If you’ve been here a year or more, you might know that I have this little journal from back in 2018 that I try to update every year with works from local indigenous artists / created in collaboration with indigenous folks.

It was once hosted on another site, but that one’s since gone to hell! So, I’m shuffling it over here and giving it a little TLC : -) Enjoy!

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10/8/18:

You can probably glean from my work that I owe intensely to the people of the Sonoran Desert and surrounding communities. Since it’s Indigenous Peoples’ Day, I’m going to share a few works from (mostly southwestern) native artists that have really impressed on me. If you enjoy anything that I do, I think you’ll enjoy their work even more!

Tyler Bighorse and Suite 104

I was introduced to the work of Tyler Bighorse in downtown Flagstaff, where he runs a gallery called Suite 104.

If you're ever in the area I really recommend dropping by! He sells prints and originals of his works there, as well as other local artists' work. (snagged this sick Legend of Zelda spread for my bro while I was up there.)

Mulaka, by Lienzo

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Synopsis, from their website:

Dive into northern Mexico’s breathtaking landscapes with Mulaka, a 3D action-adventure game based on the rich indigenous culture of the Tarahumara. Renowned for their impressive running abilities, embark on the journey of a Sukurúame - a Tarahumara shaman - as you fight back the foulness corrupting the land, while drawing upon the powers of demigods.

Mulaka was developed by the Chihuahua-based game company Lienzo in conjunction with Rarámuri leaders and anthropologists. Lienzo also aims to keep their game dev local to Chihuahua, which I think is extremely badass.

And the music just. rules. ( Town of Paquimé / Nini Areware Ne Chunume )

Quantum Tangle (Grey Gritt and Tiffany Ayalik)

Quantum Tangle is really really good. Like, really really good. Blurb from their old bandcamp:

Fusing of old-world sounds and new-world flair, the Juno Award-winning group Quantum Tangle is embracing their blended background. Combining their talents of throat singing, haunting melodies and traditional legends, Grey Gritt and Tiffany Ayalik are excited to present pieces that look back through history to challenge, educate and encourage the next generation to be socially aware.

The unfortunate news is that their website went down earlier in the year : -( But the good news is their work is still floating around the internet. I believe you can find them on Spotify and other streaming services as well. Here is a favorite, a love ode of sorts called Igluvut:

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My other favourites for first-time listeners are Love is Love pt. 2 and Tiny Hands : -)

Oral History of the Yavapai, by Mike Harrison and John Williams

Three tribes of Yavapai got together at Bloody Basin. Kewevkepaya, Wipukpa and Yavepe. Three of them. They get together and cook mescal, cook deer. Get together and eat, dance and have a good time. But the soldiers met them there and killed them. Then the White people called the place Bloody Basin. Called it after our blood.

- Oral History of the Yavapai I originally stumbled across this book (in reality a word-for-word chronicle of oral history told by Mike Harrison and John Williams, two Yavapai elders) through one of the sources cited in this blog post: The True Victims of “Bloody Basin” Were the Yavapai.

It really struck me, because to that point all major publications that I'd read had unquestioningly ran the old U.S. Army account of how Bloody Basin got its name (Check out the Verde Independent’s article here, and AZcentral’s take here.) It frames the massacre not only as a “punitive expedition,” but also incorrectly names the victims as Tonto-Apache-- The Dilzhe’e are a distinct people, though the Yavapai people were often conflated with them. It’s much harder to get folks into books, but if you have any interest in the history of the Salt River Valley or surrounding areas at all, this was an invaluable read to me. Be aware that it is vibrant and devastating in equal measures-- but if you can handle it, I highly recommend it.

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10/14/19 Additions

The writing of Darcie Little Badger

The Whalebone Parrot and Owl Vs. The Neighborhood Watch were my introductions to Darcie's work and they are so, so full of wit, character, and ghoulish suspense... the kind of stories you would read to family and friends as Halloween closes in, this time of year. I am only familiar with her mystery and horror-adjacent short stories at the moment, but I hope to become better acquainted with her body of work in the near future. You can find a list here, many of which you can read online for free!

Anyway. Let me leave you with the Inherent Horror of Birds (from The Whalebone Parrot,) which I don't think I've seen any other writer capture so artfully:

I wonder if all parrots have dancing eyes. The pupils are in a state of constant flux, contracting and expanding. Big, small, big, small.

“What song is that?” I asked. Her pupils danced: large, small, large. She possessed parrot eyes and parrot songs.

10/12/20 Update: Darcie Little Badger recently published her first book, Elatsoe! Check it here : -)

Imagine an America very similar to our own. It’s got homework, best friends, and pistachio ice cream. There are some differences. This America has been shaped dramatically by the magic, monsters, knowledge, and legends of its peoples, those Indigenous and those not. Some of these forces are charmingly everyday, like the ability to make an orb of light appear or travel across the world through rings of fungi. But other forces are less charming and should never see the light of day.

Seventeen-year-old Elatsoe (“Ellie” for short) lives in this slightly stranger America. She can raise the ghosts of dead animals, a skill passed down through generations of her Lipan Apache family. Her beloved cousin has just been murdered, in a town that wants no prying eyes. But she is going to do more than pry. The picture-perfect façade of Willowbee masks gruesome secrets, and she will rely on her wits, skills, and friends to tear off the mask and protect her family.

The pottery of Nathan Youngblood

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I learned of Nathan Youngblood's work scarcely a week ago, during a visit to the Heard Museum, and it very nearly made me start hooting and hollering in the middle of the museum. It is, without exaggeration, unlike any kind of craft I've ever seen before. His work is something of a marriage between the Santa Clara pottery tradition with Asian ceramics and other traditions world-wide, and it's a coupling that is at once startlingly familiar and yet completely unique.

The art, writing, and games of Elizabeth LaPensée

Elizabeth is perhaps best known for creating Thunderbird Strike!

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(synopsis from its website: )

In the 2D sidescroller Thunderbird Strike, fly from the Tar Sands to the Great Lakes as a thunderbird protecting Turtle Island with searing lightning against the snake that threatens to swallow the lands and waters whole.

But she has a very wide and rich body of work, and among my personal favourites are her visual art. She employs digital collage to create these sort of iconographic pieces, and to me there's a certain joy in the way her work employs silhouette and contour, tracing the shape of a body, the environment within that body, and its place in its environment. It's not something that I can really do justice by describing, so here's a favourite from her ("Thunderbird Circles") that I have on my wall:

#love this desert #long post -

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nifflersfancy · 5 years

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Misbehavin’

[I wanted to write something but I didn't know what so I pressed shuffle on my Spotify and Misbehavin' was the first song that came on so here we go. Loosely based off of Misbehavin' by Pentatonix. Enjoy!

Here is it on AO3]

“Come on, Black. Lighten up!” A voice hollered before a hand clamped down on his shoulder. “The night is young, the bird’s are fit, the booze is flowing and everyone if having a great time! Except for you.” He tutted.

Sirius glanced over his shoulder to look at his intoxicated friend with a raised brow, shrugging the large hand off of his shoulder. “Just checking on Remus, is all.” He said innocently, as if he had only been out here for a few seconds to check his phone. When, in reality, he had been stood outside in the smoking area for almost 40 minutes now.

“He’s not even texting you back, leave the poor lad alone! And get in here, some blokes been asking about you.” Gideon winked, clearly too drunk to realise that Sirius wasn’t really up for cheating on his boyfriend.

“Come on, mate. It’s your round.” He was thankful for the interruption as James managed to steer Gideon away from him, sending Sirius a look that said that he wouldn’t help him out again so he was on his own. If anyone else wanted to harass him about how boring he was being, James wouldn’t stop them and then Sirius would actually have to join in and have a good time.

He had gone out there to send Remus a quick text to see how his night was going but had ended up scrolling through pictures on his phone whilst he waited for a response. Pictures of him and Remus together, some of just Remus and others that Remus had taken of Sirius, that Sirius had asked Remus to send him.

There was pictures of the two of them curled up in bed together, their kitten, a silver tabby named Minnie, curled up on Remus’ chest. Minnie had been affectionately named after their old headmistress, a name which James had chosen, since Lily refused to let him call their future children by the name. As a kitten, Minnie had stolen their hearts the minute they had seen her and had paid a lot extra to get her, the only female of the litter but she certainly turned out to be a handful, despite her innocent looks. They had learnt the hard way that they shouldn’t leave mugs or anything that broke if it weren’t pushed off of the side within her reach. They now mostly used plastic cutlery and plates.

Then there was pictures of them on Halloween a few months before. Remus had dressed as a werewolf, as he did every year and Sirius had dressed up as Ronnie Kray. James had, of course, dressed as Reggie. People had expected James and Sirius’ matching costumes to stop when Sirius and Remus had gotten together almost three years beforehand but they had only gotten better, now that they had Remus to help them with ideas. Whilst James and Sirius had looked cool together and Sirius and Remus looked strange together, that hadn’t stopped them from being found in a dark corner doing dirty deeds that had made Lily blush. It hadn’t stopped the redhead from taking pictures of them though and Sirius had grinned upon seeing the pictures of their flushed and guilty faces.

Next he found pictures that he had taken of Remus in the hospital during the summer, which had caused him to chuckle to himself. The two of them had rented a Tandem bike and had crashed it after they left the rental shop. Remus had broken his wrist as he had been behind Sirius so therefore, had less control. Sirius had been worried sick at the time but now it proved to be a great story to tell when entertaining guests or at dinner parties. It also had Remus flushing in that adorable way that Sirius loved. In the pictures, Remus appeared high on pain killers as he grinned dopily at the camera.

The pictures went on and on, some of them spending Christmas together with the Potter’s and with the Lupin’s. As well as their New Years Eve’s together. They had spent last year in Scotland, staying in a small cabin with Lily and James in the middle of nowhere, a few miles away from their older school. When the clock struck 12, the four of them had snuck onto the grounds of Hogwarts and shared a kiss by the Whomping Willow, where they had spent hours together when they were at school. They had stayed there for five minutes before being chased off of the grounds by Filch, the old caretaker. Just like old times.

But now, it was 10pm only a few hours until midnight and Sirius was in Paris with James and the old Gryffindor football team. They had arranged a reunion of sorts and booked rooms in a fancy 5 star hotel with a large pool and an all-inclusive deal that included alcohol. At first, Sirius had thought that it was a great idea but now it just seemed sad. Didn’t the others have more important things to be doing than having a piss-up with people from school? He knew that James would rather be at home with Lily. And whilst he had been having a good time, he would rather be at home with Remus.

Doing nothing with Remus was better than being at a party. He knew that Remus missed him as well, although he wouldn’t say it out of fear of making Sirius feel guilty. But the pictures that Remus had sent of Minnie sadly curled up on Sirius’ pillow had sealed the deal for him. He wanted to go home.

Had this happened at the beginning of their relationship, Sirius knew that Remus would have been suspicious and untrusting. They had always been fantastic friends but to trust someone as a friend and to trust someone as a boyfriend were completely different things. Sirius had always had a reputation as being a “man whore” as James had always so affectionately labelled him but Sirius had changed. For Remus. Remus was worth it and always had been. There was not a single regret in Sirius’ mind.

The only regret was coming on this damn holiday in the first place, he realised as they all stumbled through the doors of the hotel and into the lobby. James was half carrying a very drunk Giddeon whilst Fabian appeared to be attempting to eat some poor girl’s face. He could see other members of the team, most of which appeared to be with strangers and all having a good time. Except for Sirius.

We Found Love by Rihanna could be heard beginning to play at the back of the hotel, where the pool was, and Sirius was unsurprised when his mates followed the sound happily, dancing and just being generally loud. After spending all of his free time with Remus, Sirius found that he was no longer used to rowdy boys and loud music.He could feel himself grow irritated as he got closer.

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“Mate, you clearly aren’t having fun anymore.” He heard a voice from behind him say. Sirius looked up from his phone, now stopped on a picture of Remus asleep, his sunkissed from the day that they had spent at Brighton beach, and looked up at James.

“It’s not that.” Sirius offered sheepishly, not wanting James to be offended by him admitting that he was bored and didn’t want to be there.

“You just have better places to be. I know.” James spoke, surprisingly wise despite the alcohol in his system as he nodded towards Sirius’ phone, showing that he understood what he meant. James most likely would have been in a similar situation as him if he didn’t know that Lily was having a girls night out in London with her friends, most likely having more fun than they were. But Sirius knew that Remus would just be home alone. “You know, midnight is in just over an hour.”

Sirius glanced at his phone and saw that it was nearly 11pm. In Paris. It wouldn’t be New Years for over another two hours for Remus.

“There’s a flight that leaves for London in 20 minutes. A car is outside right now… I’ll bring your bags back with me… Just go.” James tutted affectionately. At Sirius’ confused look, James rolled his eyes and typed something out on his phone. A few seconds later, Sirius’ phone vibrated in his hand. Looking down at it once again, he frowned when he saw that it was an email from James. He raised a questioning brow at him but opened it.

James had bought him a ticket on the next flight to London. “My moping annoying you that much?” Sirius guessed, in what was supposed to be a casual manner but he was grinning too widely to play it cool. If there was tears in his eyes, James said nothing at it and grinned fondly, pulling him in for a tight hug.

“Go get your man. You know what to do.” James spoke, pushing a little black box into Sirius’ hand. Sirius realised that James must have gotten it from Sirius’ bag at some point. He wasn’t even angry. After another tight hug, Sirius was sprinting from the room, still wearing the suit that he had worn out, the little black box clutched tightly in his hand.

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A series of rapid knocks at the door had startled Remus from where he had been asleep on the sofa, startling him so much that he had also disturbed Minnie, who gave him a long scratch on his arm as a thank you. Hissing in pain, Remus sat up, looking around in confusion and frowning at the door. He couldn’t figure out why anyone would be at his door at this time. Everyone that he knew was out partying. Unless it was a neighbour, coming to ask to borrow something or make a noise complaint. Not that they ever had wild parties but this had been Sirius’ flat before it was theirs so sometimes parties were mistaken for being theirs.

“I’m coming.” Remus grunted, knowing that the person on the other side of the door wouldn’t hear him over the sound of their own knocking. He rubbed his eyes and opened the door, feeling his breath catch in his throat as he saw his boyfriend on the other side. On one knee. Holding a small box open to show him the gorgeous ring inside. Although not as gorgeous as the man holding it. But close.

He heard thousands of fireworks go off outside as the people in the flat above him, the source of the loud music and the cheering that Remus hadn’t realised in his sleepy state was a countdown, began yelling and cheering.

“Happy new year, Remus.” Sirius breathed softly as he stared up at him.

#wolfstar #muggle au #harry potter #harry potter oneshot #harry potter fic #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #wolfstgar fic #wolfstar oneshot #wolfstar fluff #fluff

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hms-chill · 5 years

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Shall We Dance

Alex can dance. But Alex's dancing specialties are essentially limited to the Cupid Shuffle, the Cha-Cha Slide, and the Macarena. Henry has a whole different set of dancing skills, ones developed over centuries and passed down through royal bloodlines and crown-mandated childhood lessons. And, well, who wouldn't want to waltz with a prince?

Waltzing isn't sexy. Like, objectively, there are much sexier dances than a waltz. Alex's version of the Macarena is, objectively, sexier than a waltz (though, admittedly, he dances a very slutty Macarena). But somehow Henry, waltzing with Bea at a charity ball, is one of the sexiest, most beautiful things Alex has ever seen. They're both obviously good. They waltz like it's second nature, like Henry grew up spinning Bea through ballrooms just like this. Knowing what he does about their upbringing, Alex wouldn't doubt that is exactly the case. Henry leans forward to say something, and Bea laughs, and their easy comfort with the dance and each other is palpable across the room. Then Henry spins her, and he makes eye contact with Alex as he does, and he winks. And well. If that easy confidence isn't something.

When the dance finishes and Henry rejoins him, the first thing out of Alex's mouth is, "You should teach me that."

"Teach you to waltz?"

"It's only fair. I taught you the traditional American dance known as the dry hump."

"I'm not sure that counts as a traditional dance."

"I'll teach you the Cha-Cha Slide? The Macarena? Actually I don't think your family would approve of my Macarena, but I'll teach you the Cha-Cha Slide."

"That offer I'll take. When I get a chance, I'll chat with Bea and see if she'll help teach you the follow? I only ever learned the lead, thanks to an obsession with gender norms and the like."

Which is how, the next morning, Alex finds himself in the music room in Kensington, standing facing Henry while Bea positions his left hand on Henry's shoulder. He's already holding Henry's hand with his right, and Bea keeps pushing his elbow up when he lets it droop.

"When we start, you'll move your right foot back, and keep your upper body straight. Then you'll move your left foot back but parallel, about a foot away. Then bring your right to meet it," Bea says, "and that will be the first measure, then you'll do the same thing but forwards, starting with your left. You should be able to tell when Henry's going to move, too, and that should help. Ready?"

Alex nods, and Henry smiles. His free hand comes up to settle on Alex's shoulder blade, supporting Alex's arm, and for a split second, Alex thinks he might not be ready after all. He's having a hard time remembering anything Bea's said with Henry's arm around him.

"And ready, two three, set, two three, one, two three," Bea counts. On 'One, two three', Alex feels Henry start to move, and he steps back with his right foot. Then he steps straight back with his left, and he doesn't have a third step, and he's thrown everything off. Henry pulls him in for a kiss anyway.

"Here, Alex, practice the steps with me. Henry will count for us," Bea offers, coming to stand beside Alex. Henry steps back to count, and as he counts, Bea murmurs, "right, side together; left, side together." It takes a few tries, but when Alex has his feet right, she coaches him a bit about how to move, how to hold his body and his head and his hands. Everything has a place to belong, and he does his best to remember them.

When he's done everything right a few times, Henry steps back in, wrapping an arm around Alex to take the lead. Alex is sure that he knew how to breathe at some point. He's been doing it for twenty-odd years, so surely his body won't forget now. Henry is smiling at him, his hand resting casually on Alex's shoulder blade while Bea positions Alex's hand just so around a muscle in Henry's shoulder.His general knowledge of how breathing works gets a bit hazier as Bea tells him to focus on how Henry's muscle feels and how he's moving.

"Just follow my lead," Henry says, oozing an easy confidence that heats the room a few degrees. Bea steps back to count for them, and they make it through a few measures before Alex inevitably takes a wrong step. Henry laughs a bit but pushes through, gently guiding them into a turn, and Alex does his best to keep up with his lead. Bea starts a song, something with three beats that Alex vaguely recognizes but is too focused on his feet to name. He hears the door close, and Bea is gone, leaving the two of them to dance.

"Would you like to try a spin?" Henry asks. Alex nods, still partly focused on getting the steps right. Henry smiles. "We'll do the first three beats like normal, then you turn to the left. Just come back to me by the end of the measure and we'll pick up like normal."

He releases Alex, raising an arm, and Alex spins. He comes back too quickly, and his hand on Henry's shoulder is positioned the wrong way, but Henry just laughs and makes it work. The song ends, and they slow to a stop, neither wanting to let the other go. If anything, Henry pulls him closer than the dance would allow and they stand, facing each other, Alex in Henry's arms.

"That... that was a good idea," Henry says.

"Holy shit. I am so in love with you."

Henry laughs at that, pulling Alex in for a hug. "I'm very in love with you, too."

Two days later, when they're back in their own home in Brooklyn, Alex wakes up to an empty bed. He wanders into the kitchen, where he finds Henry making tea and coffee, humming to himself. It's the song Bea picked for them to waltz to. He stops humming when he sees Alex, but Alex comes over to grab his hand, resting his other on Henry's shoulder.

"Don't stop."

Henry smiles, his free arm wrapping around Alex as he starts to hum again, leading them in a lazily spinning waltz around the kitchen. The morning sun streams in through a window, and in the sunlight and the coffee smell and the comfort of their own home they don't have to worry about being seen or photographed or outed. They don't have to worry about being anything at all. They can be just Henry and Alex, two boys who are very much in love, dancing in their kitchen while coffee brews and water heats and the city outside their window buzzes with life. The world is moving and things are happening around them, but all of that is outside, four brick walls keeping their little world slow and peaceful.

Eventually, Alex is confident enough in the way he's moving his feet to recognize the song. "Once Upon a Dream", from Sleeping Beauty. June had made him watch the movie more than once on a trip, and he wonders briefly what ten-year-old June would say if she saw him now, waltzing with a Prince Charming all his own. She'd probably make him give her a turn.

"I am the luckiest man alive," Alex says, so softly he's not sure Henry's heard. He's used to marveling at the way Henry looks, but marveling at the way it feels to be this connected to him, this attuned to every one of his movements is something else entirely. It's not a connection he'd ever expected to feel, at least not in the sunlight and with clothes on. He could never have imagined this, not even in his wildest dreams of their future together could he have pictured them waltzing in their kitchen, all pajamas and bed heads, making the most of the moments before they have to become Prince Henry and First Son Alex for the day. It's more than he could have imagined for either of them.

"That's impossible," Henry says softly, "because I'm the luckiest person alive. I get to date you, and love you, and see the way your hair looks while I spin you around the kitchen in the morning." Alex just rolls his eyes, stealing a kiss as Henry goes back to humming.

They dance until Henry's kettle boils, and he pulls away to tend to it while Alex adds sugar and cinnamon to his coffee. It's the end of their first morning waltz, but far from the last. Henry curates a spotify playlist of songs they can waltz to, and as often as possible, they start their mornings with sleepy kitchen dances, Henry leading as Alex learns to follow. He learns to read the flexing of Henry's arm as easily as he reads the pinching of his lip, and he learns to tell the myriad of hand squeezes apart as easily as he can Henry's smiles. They learn each other all over again, slowly, sleepily, because they have all the time in the world to be just the two of them.

On Halloween, two months after the charity ball, the White House Trio hosts a Halloween party on the lawn for the children of D.C. Alex and Henry find themselves near the dance floor, encouraging kids and adults alike to enjoy some Halloween classics. Henry gets pulled into a dance with a little girl in a Leia costume, and he's hunched over to jump in a circle with her when the music changes. Alex appears, tapping her shoulder to say, "Excuse me, but can I borrow him for this dance? You can have him right back after this song, I promise."

The little girl nods, and Henry strands up with a slight frown, taking the hand Alex is holding out. "What is it? Everything alright?"

"Everything is wonderful. Waltz with me, baby," Alex says. Henry smiles, rolling his eyes a bit, but. Well. The song would work for it. His beautiful boyfriend is standing in front of him, dressed as the Sirius Black to Henry's Lupin, ready to follow his lead. So Henry wraps an arm around Alex, just like he does every morning they can, and they dance. In the background, Annie Lennox sings, "I put a spell on you, because you're mine. You know I love you."

Alex sings along softly. There are cameras around; this whole event is great press for his mom. Someone will take a picture of this, and his image will never be quite back to the carefree-party-going-millennial it was before, but that doesn't seem to matter nearly as much as it would have last year. The world has seen his messy soul; they can see a few photos of him waltzing with his boyfriend.

The song ends, and as promised, Alex returns Henry to little Leia. An hour later, when the "Cha-Cha Slide" comes on, Henry finds Alex and together, with lots of laughter and encouragements to loosen up, Alex and Nora pass on the traditional American dance.

The next morning, they wake up in the White House, but Henry still pulls Alex into a sleepy waltz around his room, softly humming "I Put a Spell on You".

And what a spell it is.

#rwrb #rwrb fic #my fic: rwrb #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor x alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #the white house trio #nora holleran #bea fox mountchristen windsor

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deadlygoddess85 · 4 years

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More about me!

Say this somewhere and I thought I’d tell you more about me!

1. Name: Joanie

2. Nationality: French Canadian

3. Age: 35

4. Birthday: October 20th

5. Zodiac sign: Libra

6. Gender: Woman

7. Sexuality: I don’t define myself by any word describing sexuality.

8. Your looks: Meh...it’s my look, I don’t care if you like it or not.

9. What do you: I’m an assistant director of a company

10. What's your current job like? It’s ok, I guess. Very challenging!

11. Your birth order: Youngest

12. How many siblings do you have? 1, but my brother is unfortunately deceased

13. Do you have good relations with your family? Yes

14. How many friends do you have? a few

15. Your relationship status: Married

16. What do you look for in a SO? Someone who will pull-up with my shit :p (and I found him soooo...)

17. Do you have a crush? yes

18. When did you have your first kiss? I was 17

19. Do you prefer serious and meaningful relationships or casual dating/one night stands? Serious and meaningful...

20. What are your deal breakers? Douche who can’t respect their s/o, bad hygiene, someone who can’t get along with my family.

21. How was your day? Meh...pretty quiet.

22. Favourite food & drink: home cooked food, water, soda.

23. What position do you sleep in? on my left side most of the time.

24. What was your last dream about? Ateez :p

25. Your fears: The dark

26. Your dreams: Right now? It would be for Covid to be done, so I could go visit my friends.

27. Your goals: To be happy!!!

28. Any pets? A cat, Lilo!

29. What are your hobbies? Gaming, writing, DnD, baking, cooking, listening music.

30. Any cool places in your area? Yes! We have “Les Passerelles” but they are unfortunately closed right now because of Covid. We have the pier, the whole downtown area.

31. What was your last awkward situation? I tried to quite a job I don’t really like, but the manager didn’t want me to leave....like, dude, let me go!

32. What is your last regret? It all involve my past...

33. Language/s you can speak: English, French and a bit of Spanish, Oh and I knew a few Korean words :P...

34. Do you believe in astrological stuff? Kinda

35. Have any quirks? A LOT!!!

36. Your pet peeves: I’m stubborn..like A LOT!!!

37. Ideal vacation: Anywhere as long as i’m with goo people

38. Any scars? No

39. What does your last text message say? Ok thanks - From my dad

40. Last 5 things from your search history: Rage of Light / Eleine / Tumblr / YouTube / Spotify

41. What's your [device] background? Not sure I understand this question...

42. What do you daydream about? Everything...I’m an hopeless romantic and I daydream all the time.

43. Describe your dream home: Doesn’t need to be big, but I’d have an amazing gaming room ;)

44. What's your religion: I don’t have any religion. I believe in a power greater than man, life is mysterious.

45. Your personality type: Funny, friendly, easy going.

46. The most dangerous thing you've done: Staying with a violent alcoholic for 7 years

47. Are you happy with your current life? Mostly...

48. Some things you've tried in your life: ??? This is a very vague question, I’ve tried many things...what do you want to know specifically?

49. What does your wardrobe consist of? Skinny jeans, shirts, combat boots.

50. Favourite colour to wear? black, purple, red.

51. How would you describe your style? tomboy-ish

52. Are you happy with your current looks? Yes!

53. If you could change/add something to your appearance - impossible or not - what would it be? Getting a sexier body.

54. Any tattoos or piercings? 16 tattoos, 0 piercing

55. Do you get complimented often? Not really.

56. Favourite aesthetic? Anything grungy, gothic type etc..

57. A popular trend that you dislike: Ugh...I don’t want to start on that!

58. Songs you're currently obsessed with? Reason to believe - Arch enemy / All shall burn - Eleine / Middle of the night - Monsta X.

59. Song you normally wouldn't admit you like: My oh my - Aqua

60. Favourite genre? Everything, really!!!

61. Favourite artist/band/genre? Ateez

62. Hated popular songs/artists? WAP - Cardi B

63. Put your music on shuffle and list first 5: That’s what’s working right now - Trent Tomlingson / We know the way - Opetaia Foa’i / Try - Pink / Say you’ll be there - Spice Girls / PAPI - Isabela Merced.

64. Can you sing or play any instruments? I can sing!!!

65. Do you like karaoke? Yes

66. Own any albums? Yes Ateez albums

67. Do you listen to radio? What stations? Yes - NRJ 102.3

68. Favorite movie/series? Along with the gods: The two worlds. / Lucifer

69. Favorite genre of movies/books/etc: I don’t have any favorite.

70. Your fictional crush/es: Park Sae-royi - Itaewon class

71. Which fictional character is you? Robin Schabowski - How I met your mother...(I think...)

72. Are you a shipper? Meh

73. Favorite greek god(dess)? Aphrodite

74. A legend from where you live that you like: The legend of “La Chasse Galerie”

75. Do you like art? What's your favourite work or artist? Yes and idk

76. Can you share your other social media? NO

77. Favourite youtubers? Markiplier / Tingting ASMR / Dancing Bacon

78. Favourite platform? Twitter / Youtube

79. How much time do you spend on the internet? Too much

80. What video games have you played? Which one's your favourite? Borderlands series - Skyrim - Fallout series - Sniper Elite 4 - Rainbow six series - Call of Duty Black Op - Minecraft - Red dead redemption - Assassin’s creed series - Resident Evil 5 and 6 - etc....

81. Your favourite books: Alyss from Patrick Senecal / Queen of the Damned - Anne Rice

82. Do you play board/card games? Yes I LOVE to play with friends and family.

83. Have you ever been to a night marathon in cinema? No

84. Favourite holiday: Halloween and Christmas

85. Are you into dramas? YES!!!!

86. Would you use death note, if you had one? YES

87. What changes would you make in the world, no matter how impossible, if you had the power to? I’d stop racism, bullying and open minds.

88. Could you survive a zombie apocalypse? HA! I don’t know, I want to believe that yes I could, but...I doubt.

89. If you had to be turned into a paranormal being, what would it be? Depends of the power that would come with the being (cause it changes depending on the culture) But a vampire would be my first choice.

90. What would you want to happen to you after your death? Be in peace and being able to see the loved one I lost at least one more time.

91. If you had to change your name, what would be your pick? I love my name I don’t want to change it.

92. Who would you switch your life with for a week? No one! other people’s life can look fun and interesting from outside, but sometimes with can be very surprised. So, I want to keep my life.

93. Pick an emoji to be your tattoo: NO! Never....

94. Write 3 things about yourself - only one of them must be true: I know all the lyrics of We will rock you - Queen / I’ve been threaten to death three times in my life / I had a car accident last year

95. Cold or hot? Neither...I like a perfect temperature

96. Be a hero or be a villain? OH! Be a villain who turns to be a hero.

97. Sing everything you want to say or rhyme? Both

98. Shapeshifting or controlling time? Shapeshifting

99. Be immortal or be immune to everything aside from natural death? Immune

100. Hope you enjoyed this list, if you have any question, don’t be afraid to ask ;)

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