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dontlikeadam · 6 days

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Updated Song Interpretations

This was originally updated and sent to some non 1975 Fans. So it is sort of written that way.

Track 1: Fortnight

Nothing overly specific or notable.

Could also just be referencing the fact that he now lives mostly in the US it appears. Between LA and NYC most likely.

Or when he started working with Jack and showed up in “her backyard”

"I love you, but it’s ruining my life" could have also been something Matty said to her, or her to him. Would work either way.

For the music video- just a side by side photo comparing her music video to parts of his "Part of The Band" music video and his tour.

The main notable thing being she was the white queen and he was the black king. She also included a dog like his black dog (who is hilariously named Mayhem)

Also the music video copying her old music video for Style.

Also a possible reference/ play on words to Mattys love of building forts, discussed later.

Track 2: The Tortured Poets Dept

Pretty clear cut song, but some info.

Matty has mentioned his love of typewriters multiple times.

Matty is known for self-sabotaging and has admitted it multiple times.

Possibly brought up specifically him eating chocolate to relate back to his song chocolate.

“You awaken with dread, pounding nails in your head” Matty suffers from terrible nightmares and migraines, which he has talked about multiple times.

Lucy being Lucy Daccus from “Boy Genius” - who notably told him to F off after he tried to make a tweet about her, after the break-up

Him moving a ring from her middle finger to her ring finger just seems like such a Matty play to me lol. I can’t tell if that is just his MO and something he does or if that was truly sincere. He is too bipolar for me to stand by him on that one hahahah

"You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith. This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're modern idiots". Jack Kerouac commonly stayed at the Chelsea hotel, as did Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen and William Burroughs (who Matty mentions a lot as well). Sex pistols Nancy, from Sid and Nancy died there.

Track 3: My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys

"But you should have seen him when he first got me" All I can think of is Matty at most of the shows from his birthday 2023 till when they went public in Nashville. He was beaming almost every single night on stage and seemed so content at a lot of those shows.

“There was a litany of reasons why, we could have played for keeps this time” relating back to them going back and forth since 2014

“I’ll tell you that he runs because he loves me” him always leaving to “save her”

“Just say when, I’d play again” —— uh oh lol

“My best friend” also maybe throwing back to the best friend line in her song about him, Maroon.

“He took me out of my box” - a reference to the box

“Told me i’m better off”- still leaving to save her

Track 4: Down Bad

"Did you really beam me up. In a cloud of sparkling dust" Just to do experiments on?" I am thinking Matty's lab from his videos. Which she also has in the fortnight MV. Matty during that entire lab coat phase. This was the part of him switching from his childish “Truman Black” personality to his “Matty” lab coat.

"I'll build you a fort on some planet. Where they can all understand it. How dare you think it's romantic, leaving me safe and stranded". Reference to Matty's fort. Taylor saying she could figure out a way where they could have their love and his fort and she could make people understand. Him instead leaving her stranded to "save her".

“All your indecent exposures, how dare you say that it’s…..” The fact he can’t keep his mouth shut and all the dumb shit he has said in the past on podcasts specifically lol

Track 5: So Long, London

Truly a song for London as the main plot. After like 5-6 English boyfriends that never worked, she is done with the city. Matty was the last one......

"I stopped CPR, after all, its no use" A line relating back to her final song to Joe "You're losing me"

"Two Graves, One Gun" I think songs really relates to pieces of both Joe and Matty and the city.

Track 6: But Daddy I Love Him

A song about the fans that dragged/attacked him and was sending him and his family death threats, trying to put her in a conservatorship etc.

"They slammed the door on my whole world. The one thing I wanted" She was finally happy and she had professed that before playing the secret song Question? while Matty was at the show. She said she was the happiest she had ever been and everything made sense for her. But instead of being happy for her, they slammed the door in her face and ruined it.

"I'm having his baby, No I'm not, but you should see your faces" A very funny line, thats a little unusual for her. Trying to make a funnier album then Mattys album? He prides himself on being funny in his lyrics, but especially for BFIAFL

“Tendrils tucked into a woven braid” - We always felt the braid was there as a call out to Matty, so this is just funny to me. She was always trying to show him she wanted him back, which we delusional guessed but thought we were truly crazy.

"We came back when the heat died down. Went to my parents and they came around". Referring to when they tried to date in 2014/2015/2016 And then coming back around in 2023? Or referencing when we assume they broke up in early July- then the rumors they were still trying to work something out after that.

“Even my daddy just loves him” Matty was seen with her dad at most of the shows, never her mom lol

Track 7: Fresh Out the Slammer

Confirmation that Matty and T were something prior to her and Joe being completely finished.

"Splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter". Winter of 2021 or 2022?

"Camera Flashes, Welcome Bashes. Get the matches, toss the ashes off the ledge" - She was ready to go public and knew it would get negative attention. She was fine with burning it all down.

"Starting Line” reference, which is one of Mattys favorite old bands and he sang them during his tour while they were dating.

Track 8: Florida

Florida was the first Eras tour she did after her breakup with Joe was announced. Otherwise nothing major here I noticed yet. I am sure we are missing something though. I wonder if this song is something personal to them.

Track 9: Guilty as Sin

Song about wanting to be with Matty while still with Joe. How to be as close to him as possible without actually cheating.

Backing track is almost identical to Mattys "About You"

"Downtown Lights” reference, one of Mattys favorites. Sent to her while she was still with Joe and "bored and caged".

"I keep these longings locked, in lowercase, inside a lock" - clue of some sort? referring to imgonnagetyouback ? 1975 songs? fallingforyou, lostmyhead

Track 10: Who's Afraid of Little Ole Me

A song partially to Matty, about how she was about to lay all this out. The rest I think is about her fans/ the press.

“The scandal was contained, the bullet had just grazed” Her covering his scandals. The Ice Spice collab for sure. That was a terrible collaboration thrown together last minute to cover for him.

“Is it a wonder I broke? Let’s hear one more joke” A reference to Matty always trying to make a joke out of everything.

Track 11: I Can Fix Him

"They shake their heads saying god help her when I tell them he's my man" - funny line about Matty

“The dopamine races through his brain. On a six-lane Texas highway” “Roadkill" reference most likely.

"His hands so calloused from his pistol, softly traces hearts on my face" Reference to his callouses from playing the guitar and his pistol being his songs?

Track 12: loml

Her chicago secret song ( I don’t want to live forever) and her crying during "did I dodge a bullet or just lose the love of my life” right around when the breakup was announced

"Mr. Steal Your Girl" besides the pop culture reference, Matty's MO lately has been winning over taken women.

“You cinephile in black and white” - A reference to Mattys love of black and white art/ movies

"You shit talked me under the table” - He IS a huge shit talker in general lol

"I wish I could un-recall how we almost had it all" - A reference back to Me and You Together Song and About You

“Oh what a valiant roar, What a bland goodbye. The coward claimed he was a lion. I'm combing through the braids of lies” - He came in hot. Fighting for her. Doing everything to get her and then bailed. Also the braid again.

“I’ll never leave, Never mind" also a reference to his song Change of Heart which he focused on all tour.

"Your arson’s match, your somber eyes” - His self-sabotage again and his sad eyes.

Track 13: I Can Do It With a Broken Heart

I love this goofy little song so much.

Her doing the Chicago shows and beyond after him leaving. Also maybe a slight at the fact he was breaking down on stage off and on his entire tour, but she was trucking along.

“Lights, Camera, Bitch Smile” - is one of my favorite lines on this album in general.

"I'm so depressed, I act like it's my birthday". Another funny line.

“I cry a lot, but I am so productive” She was destroyed, but she was touring and getting this entire album together.

"I keep finding his things in drawers. Crucial evidence, I didn't imagine the whole thing" The Damn Beatles Shirt of his she kept showing up in not long after they broke up.

“All the pieces of me shattered, As the crowd was chanting More!" "as the crowd cheers for an overdose", a Matty lyric from the song Paris. And obviously she has a song Paris too.

Track 14: The Smallest Man

The sigh........

"They just ghosted you, now you know what it feels like" Oh Matty….. the king of ghosting women. He is a true child…..

"Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed? Were you writing a book? Were you a sleeper cell spy? In fifty years will all this be declassified?" Taylors confusion about if it was real or just a "bit". Reminding me of the Radio 1 performance and Matty mentioning the possibility of “is it a bit, or is it sincere" in his lab coat. Referencing back to her wondering if it was all an experiment. But that is something Matty says and comments on all the time…... About what is real and what is not, so also sort of just a fascination he has had his entire career. Also reference to the fact he says he has been sort of writing a book/ movie/ documentary for ages and its never gotten done.

"You'll slide into inboxes and slip through the bars" Matty's MO of finding random girls to date. Finding them on instagram, following them and then showing up with them a few weeks later.

"You crashed my party and your rental car" Reference to him crashing his rental car in LA after returning from Malaysia. No idea why I find it so funny that she knew about this.

"You said normal girls were boring, but you were gone by morning" Referencing that the “normal” instagram girls like Meredith, Ana and Charlotte were boring. The girls who weren’t really “famous" or artists.

"You kicked out the stage lights, but you're still performing" - reference to the fact that no one can tell when he is performing or when he is being real. He's not on stage, but he's performing.

Track 15: The Alchemy

Song about Travis with the quirky goofy football lines.

“These chemicals hit me like white wine” A reference to Travis being white wine after Matty (and his known love of red wine) He switched to Whisky from red wine on the tour after Taylor. He has a line in his song “Give yourself a try” about growing up and how “whisky never starts to taste nice”.

"The hospital was a drag" - The perceived psych hospital she was in after Matty

"I haven't been around in so long, but I am making a comeback to where I below" Referencing dating an American again?

"He said its Heroin, but this time with an "e"” Travis talking about her being his Heroine instead of Matty talking about his struggle with Heroin. A wordplay used in multiple songs by emo/punk bands. ie: Boys Like Girls. Silverstein. Also hilarious because I was at the Boys Like Girls show when they sang Sweet Caroline into Oh Caroline. And she would have just been working with Martin again for 1989 TV…….. DIABOLICAL She is DIABOLICAL

Track 16: Clara Bow:

Song mostly about Travis but layered with Matty/ 75 items

"Breath of fresh air thru the smoke rings" Travis verse Matty"Stevie Nicks/ 75"

"Half moonshine, a full eclipse" Reference back to Question? and "Half moon eyes/ big surprise” being Matty

"Beauty and the Beast” awwwwww lord

"You look like Taylor Swift" "You've got edge she never did. The futures bright. Dazzling" Back to "The old Taylor can't come to the phone right now, because she's dead" and lead into Rep. Reference back to Bejeweled and "The Band"

“The futures bright, dazzling” Referring to how Matty was the who made her bejeweled after Joe… now she is “Dazzling” with Travis.

The crown mentioned again…..

The Black Dog:

The Black Dog - Bar in London - Or just a name she used to reference and correlate with Mayhem

"You shared your secrets with and your location" Is anyone else shocked Matty would share his location with his girlfriend? I was shook lol

"When someone plays the Starting Line and you jump old. But she's too young to know this song, that was intertwined in the magic fabric of our dreaming." "Old habits die screaming" Matty returned to dating girls decently younger than him, who wouldn't know his references. Reminded of him mentioning how hard it finds it to relate to Gen Z anymore.

More references to him "acting" in real life.

"And remember, how my rain-soaked body was shaking" Most likely Referencing after the Nashville rain show or the Gillette rain show, both were pretty cool.

"Were you making fun of me with some esoteric joke?" Back to radio 1 and Matty saying is it real or is it all a bit? Or just him in general always joking about serious things.

"Now I want to sell my house and set fire to all my clothes" Burning down the lover house from tour? New part or Era's tour? New outfits?

imgonnagetyouback: --- all lowercase

I am going to get you back, and I am going to get you back for hurting me (double meaning) Her trying to figure out if she is gonna keep fighting for them or lash out at him.

Into is almost identical to Looking for Somebody to Love

This song also makes me think "uh oh" lol The same uh oh I felt when the 1975 started working with Jack. hahahah

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus:

"Hands in the hair of somebody in darkness, Named Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus and I just watched it happen". The fact Matty was out with all sorts of other people and she just watched.

"And you saw my bones out with somebody new, who seemed like they would've bullied you in school and you just watched it happen" - The fact she was with Travis and he didn't do anything or say anything.

"I changed into goddesses, villains and fools. Changed plans and lovers and outfits and rules all to outrun my desertion of you. And you just watched it" Taylor re-arranged her life for him. Broke all her own "rules" for him and he let her (all to ghost her in the end)

"If you want to tear my world apart, just say you've always wondered". When Matty and her re-connected he must have said he always wondered what they could be if they tried again (or something along those lines). Then he tore her world apart.

"And if you have some kids with an internet starlet, will that make your memory fade from this scarlet maroon" A throwback to Maroon being about Matty. A song she played over and over as her "secret song" for Era's. She also played Maroon in LA. When Slut! was apparently supposed to have been released.

"Will I always wonder" Because he ghosted and she never got closure.

Peter:

Decently Straight Forward. This song was the one that made me cry on first listen.

Throwback to Cardigan and the line "Peter losing Wendy"

"Lost to the Lost Boys chapter of your life. Forgive me, Peter, please know that I tried". He never did grow up. She was tired of waiting.

The Manuscript:

This song is a bit diluted. Or I need a touch more information....

It's seems to be Matty and the entire thing that happened. The fact their entire well laid plans fell apart. I do think she included a lot of the last 10 years in this song so references are all over.

Lyrics I find interesting:

"Now and then she re-reads the manuscript of the entire torrid affair"

"He said, Im not a donor but..." I AM OFFENDED - for those who are new I work in Lung Transplant lol

"And the years passed like scenes of a show. The Professor said to write what you know"

How Did it End?

"He was a hothouse flower"

"We'll tell no one, except all of our friends" It was all kept quiet for a long time

"We were blind to unforced circumstances" - possibly how badly it went with the public

"and fell victim to interlopers glances" - both of of them dating other people during the entire affair over the years, or possibly during the most current run (Meredith, Ana, Charlotte)

I Look in Peoples Windows

Always headed in different directions.

"I'm afflicted by the not knowing" Always wanting to know what they could be

"What if your eyes looked up and met mine, one more time" Always wanting to give it another chance

"I tried searching faces on streets, what are the chances you'd be downtown" She was always looking for him, wherever she went

"Does it feel alright to not know me. I'm addicted to the 'if only'" Asking if he does OK when they are apart, because she never stops thinking about what they could be

The Prophecy:

"Hand on the throttle, thought I caught lightning in a bottle, oh, but its gone again" She thought they were finally going to be able to be together.

"I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope" relates to the fact she has spent the last 10 years hoping it would work out.

Song overall also referring to the fact she feels like she can not get anyone to commit to her, no matter how hard she tries. The fact that she has all the money in the world, but no partner.

"Oh, still I dream of him"

"No sign of soulmates" "I'm afraid I sealed my fate. No sign of soulmates" I think she truly thought Matty was always her soulmate. No matter who she was with, she kept faith they could always still work out. Now she truly feels she has nothing left to hold onto.

Songs from other Albums that are now linked to Matty:

Maroon, Mastermind, honestly a lot of Midnights. That will be an entirely separate project now.

Same with Being Funny. The crossover is even more insane than we ever knew.

#taylor swift #matty healy

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echo-echo31 · 1 year

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Like I Do | Heist x GN!Reader

A/N: I've been listening to Taylor Swift again. May turn into more than one part.

Warnings: Unrequited (that he knows of) love.

He's never met them. They seem nice, great even. They seem like someone who he could easily hang out with, share a few beers. Hell, he'd probably even befriend them eventually.

He's never hated anyone as more in his life. All because you. Keep. Mentioning. Their. Name.

"Yeah, I suppose it wasn't really my thing, but we spent like 2 hours watching it. It was chill,"

You're so casual talking about the evening you spent with your partner. The one you rant (and not in a good way) about to him at least once a week. Markus can feel his grip on the steering wheel tighten.

"Yeah?" He replies, without commitment. He prays you don't elaborate because his whole day might be ruined if you keep mentioning their-

"Ash suggested I keep off my phone for a bit, y'know? Be in the moment,"

The motherfucker.

"Yeah, sure. But then you might not see my texts about the heist…plus my…therapist said that sometimes not being able to connect through non-verbal means can make anxiety worse,"

The fuck? You don't even have a therapist, Genius.

"Huh. Guess you're right. Wouldn't want to miss your 4am stealth ideas, would I?"

Don't look at their smile, don't look at their smile, don't-

God fucking damn it.

"You love it," He replies, the way your smile lights up the air around you making him forget about Ashley and all the other feelings for a few seconds.

"Markus? We're…er…we're here, buddy,"

He's been staring again, hasn't he?

"Oh! Yeah, 'course," He puts the jeep in neutral, trying to hide the teenage blush as you undo the seatbelt and open the door.

"Thanks for the lift. Talk to you later? I'll try and get hold of the lower level schematics in the meantime,"

You're not really asking, he knows. You're not even looking at him - putting your phone back in your pocket as you are probably thinking about what to cook for dinner, assuming he'll call whilst you eat like always.

But he's looking at you. Oh god, he's looking at you.

"Yeah. See you later, partner!"

You smile, then close the door and walk to your house. He watches you drop the keys once, making him huff a fond laugh, and then disappear inside the small apartment.

Markus lets his head fall into the steering wheel with a groan.

He'd sworn he'd never be that guy. The 'Laments Over Being In The Friendzone' guy. The 'You Belong With Me' guy. The 'Fall In Love With Your Best Friend' guy.

Still, here he is. Being able to relate to all the songs doesn't make it suck any less.

"Calm down, Indigo," He mutters to himself, using his middle name like a soldier being told to get it together.

Well, at least he managed to "accidentally" set the date of the heist to your dating anniversary Because he's a terrible person.

At least Chica will still love him.

#echo is sfw #echo writes #cocky thief <3 #tw: unrequited love

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maxcuntstappen · 5 months

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Alright so hi,

I read your latest ficmas. Absolutely loved it. The way you write max and charles is amazing and I'm (as a mainly lestappen reader) very glad you're writing more lestappen 🫣

Anyways, you also mentioned you're looking for prompts. And since you did a fic based on slut! Here are some more songs that I think would fit them very nicely (by artists that you already like, I think)

This town by Niall Horan (I think this one would fit them so well given how much history they have)

I can see you - taylor (self explanatory)

All you had to do was stay - taylor (but with a happy ending hehe, or it could also be sad, whatever you'd like more) -> the "it could've been easy" line, and then "you were all I wanted, you ended it"

You have no idea how excited I get when I get email from ao3 that says you posted new work 🫶🏻

The Arthur × max one was unexpected (pairing wise) but sooooo soooo good

hello!! ty for this lovely message. it made me smile super big. i am glad you are enjoying ficmas!! it's nice to know that people are actually reading n engaging with it and that it's making them happy <3

thank you for sharing your ideas with me. i already have an idea for the fic based on this town (GENIUS song suggestion btw) and i hope to post it within ficmas (a lil gift to u)

arthur x max one was something i really couldnt see myself liking till Laura's fic. she did such justice to the dynamic and it was so enjoyable to read that it made me want to write them. i am glad that despite the pairing being unusual, you as a lestappen shipper, liked it!!! i think i will be writing more of them in the future

#lav's prompts

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brittanagirlcrush · 1 year

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She Is the Best Thing

A/N This is what I imagine "The Break-Up" could have (should have?) been. Taylor Swift's Mine (like, duh)

XOXOXOXOXO

"You're breaking up with me?" Brittany's tears tore at Santana's heart.

Santana shook her head. "This isn't working. You know it's not but," Santana's voice broke, "I'm too selfish to let you go. I can't let you go, Britt. I want to do whatever it takes to work this out."

"Then what..."

"I need you to listen to me, okay? Really listen. Let me say everything before you say anything."

Brittany nodded.

"I talked to my parents, to Sue, to some people at Lima Community College. I told Sue that I was leaving Louisville at the end of the semester; that the scholarship should go to someone who would take advantage of the opportunity." She held up her hand to forestall Brittany's argument. "Listen. I'm miserable. I hate it in Louisville; I hate the bitches I cheer with, hell – I hate cheering, my roommate is a jerk with hygiene issues, and I just can't...I just can't seem to find my footing. I gave it two months and it's just not working for me. Being away from you just makes it that much more unbearable. I'm not leaving for you or because of you, got it?"

Brittany nodded and waited for Santana to continue.

"You're still not doing well in school. I talked to my dad and told him that you're a genius; when we study together you know what you're talking about. We did homework together last year; there's no way you had a 0.0 GPA because I saw you do – and hand in – homework. That alone would have brought your average up. So...I don't know if you've ever been tested for ADHD or dyslexia or other neuro-divergent disorders but I do know that you can answer any math question correctly; you just don't answer it the way the school system wants you to."

Santana took a breath and re-ordered her thoughts.

"You didn't fail, Britt," Santana looked directly at Brittany to let her see the honesty and sincerity there, "The school system failed you. Badly." She shook her head. "While I was talking to Sue I mentioned something about it, how I didn't understand how you could fail like that. Sue actually made the point that McKinley's special-ed department is almost non-existent. Did you know that neuro-divergent isn't actually a medical term? It's so that people can avoid using words like normal and abnormal to describe the way someone's brain works. Something this school system never takes into account."

Santana bit her lip in thought. "You're a genius, Britt. You've got better memory than most people, you think outside the box and see things differently, and you can do complex math stuff in your head. You're bilingual – and I know you know what that means," she gave Brittany a grin that the blonde returned slyly before Santana looked down at her hands, wringing relentlessly in her lap.

"So, dad's got some friends in the neurology department and he thinks maybe you should get tested. I don't think you're dyslexic because you never seem to have trouble reading and writing but I don't know and they'd be able to figure out why the teachers here aren't good for you."

Santana paused for another moment; she didn't know how Brittany was going to take all of this but she couldn't not try and do something. She couldn't just stand by – again – and let Brittany fail...again.

"After this semester, I'm going to take some gen-ed courses at LCC. I'm going to actually apply to colleges I'm interested in. Right now, I don't know what I want to study or even what I want to do. I know I said I want to be a star but I'm not sure I even know what that'll look like. So I'm going to take the credits I get this semester and the credits I get from LCC and transfer them to wherever I end up. And..." Santana took a breath before continuing, "LCC also has courses and tutors that can help people who are neuro-divergent gain the tools they need to succeed."

Santana swallowed hard. She was almost done saying all she had to say; the rest was up to Brittany.

"When I leave here – whether it's June, July, August, or September – I want you to leave with me. I realized something; I don't care where I go or what I do. If you're not with me, it's not what I want. When I sang that song..."If I Can't Have You"? I lied to Mr. Schue because he got so weird. That song was all about you – and only about you. I realized something about wanting to be rich and famous; I only wanted that because then I'd be like Ellen and no one could ever tell me I couldn't be with you. The money and the fame would get us out of Lima – together."

Santana took a deep breath and looked up. "Anyway, that's all I have to say." She looked at Brittany hopefully; hope that she didn't hurt Britt's feelings or overstep some boundary.

Brittany wiped away the remainder of her tears. "Then why..." she stopped, gathered her thoughts and started again, "if you don't want to break up with me and you did all this work so we could be together...why sing me a break-up song?" Brittany looked confused.

"See. Genius." Santana's eyes fell back to her hands and voice dropped to a whisper. "Because I was going to break up with you." Tears began slipping down her face. "I promised myself, when we were standing by the lockers after Nationals, junior year that I wouldn't hurt you anymore." She looked back up, locking eyes with Brittany. "And that's all I was doing. I couldn't be here like you needed me. I couldn't call or Skype or text or come home on any kind of consistent basis. I wanted you to be able to find someone who could be here for you. Even if it wasn't me. The look on your face the other night," a sob broke free and she shook her head, "I was hurting you and I hated myself for it."

"Santana..." Brittany's tears were flowing again.

"And then I realized that I was just too damn selfish to let you go; to give someone else a chance to make you theirs. I – I just couldn't do it. That's when I talked to my dad and did the research. The song still fits though," Santana smiled through her tears. "The last verse..."she cleared her throat and, in her sweet, raspy, amazing Santana voice sang:

And I remember that fight, two-thirty am

'Cause everything was slipping right out of our hands

I ran out, crying, and you followed me out into the street

Braced myself for the goodbye,

'Cause that's all I've ever known

Then, you took me by surprise

You said, "I'll never leave you alone"

You said, "I remember how we felt, sitting by the water

And every time I look at you, it's like the first time

I fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter

She is the best thing that's ever been mine"

"We're going to be okay, B," Santana looked up hopefully, "if that's what you want?"

Brittany threw her arms around Santana, the two of them crying into each other's shoulders. It took several moments before they were able to pull back and Brittany looked into Santana's eyes, "It's all I ever wanted...to be yours...proudly so."

Do you believe it?

We're gonna make it now

And I can see it

#brittana #my fics

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frizzy-frizz-frizz · 1 year

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Okay this is about to be long and I'm very sorry about it

Two birds is so sad but like who is the other bird??? I'm leaning towards jean kind of

AND YES I listened to the melodrama album the same time as I read aftg so liability and Kevin became so so linked in my head like "the only love i haven't screwed up she's so hard to please...one girl swaying alone stroking her cheek" LIKE that one line where Neil is like Kevin is harder on himself than anyone else

Wait for it has only recently been linked to Kevin in my head but "my mother was a genius my father commanded success" "a legacy to protect" also hamilton in this song would be Neil and it works so well??? Dorothea is so very Kevin i don't know who's singing the song it could be andrew/neil/jean but the song's subject?? "a queen selling dreams" "A tiny screen's the only place I see you now" So glad you enjoyed them

Every marina song you mentioned is so so him I agree with every choice like take oh no and are you satisfied and shake them together and you get him at like rock bottom

Also GASOLINE??? like I know the song I was obsessed with badlands but with him???? "Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me???" "You're part of a machine, you are not a human being

With your face all made up, living on a screen" DO I EVEN HAVE TO SAY ANYTHING THIS SONG WILL BE ON REPEAT FOR A WHILE HOLY SHIT

Afraid?? "When I wake up, I'm afraid

Somebody else might take my place" oh my god?? "And if you leave me, then I'll be afraid of everything" him with andrew??? Hello I cannot take this

Prom queen?? "Turned her tears to diamonds in her crown" got his hand broken and then learned to play with both hands?? Who does it like him??? And then "Dissect my insecurities I'm a defect, surgical project It's getting hard to breathe There's plastic wrap in my cheeks" im obsessed guy grew up in the public eye that's gonna fuck him up so

I can't even pick one line from dare you to doubt me the entire song works so well for him

I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED LISTENING TO THE PLAYLIST YET

Young gods from badlands also works if its before he joined the foxes I think

The greatest by sia is so him

Also Gold Rush by taylor swift was actually written for him

The got away from me entirely I'm so sorry

NO NO ITS OKAY you dont need to apologise its such a pleasure to read text walls like this thank you so much :))

(okay this got long i'll put a line break)

Two birds is a kevjean song in my heart cause its just- kevin and jean are so intrinsically tied together, they know each other first and foremost. but the curx of the matter is that kevin had to leave and jean couldnt.

"There's nothing I wont understand" and "I won't let go of your hand" followed by the main verse where kevin is still trying to escape the 'wire' while jean is fixed in place. and they're forced to watch each other from their positions.

and you just know that as kids they swore they'd stay together but the truth is, toward the end of the books, with everything between then they might never play on the same team again. and that is where the song ends almost as abruptly as the books, leaving kevin and jean to build new relationship from the ashes of what they used to have

IM SORRY I JUST HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ON THIS

"everybody wonders what it would be like to love you" UM?? "what must it be like to grow up that beautiful" this is so him im sobbing. Kevin who grew up in the public image, future of exy, commodified at birth. (Also is it just me or does it feel like neil josten, 'demisexual who never really understood his own attraction' is listening to this while making a kevin day binder on the run?)

I NEED a compilations of close up shots of kevin in the ravens vs foxes game to "the greatest". Seeing him score with his left hand to it would be euphoric. I just know it. oh to be a random exy fan in the aftg universe.

And I've had Dorothea on repeat cause "are you the soul I met under the bleachers?" NEIL REMEMBERING WHAT KEVIN WAS LIKE AS A KID. "......known for who you know, you know you'll always know me". THIS. So many thoughts. so many. I'm screaming its perfect.

ALSO! CONSIDER: "Through the Ghost" by shinedown. the singer wrote it like speaking to his own reflection. "the world will never know you like I do" ITS SO KEVIN I THINK

IM SO GLAD YOU'RE ENJOYING THE PLAYLIST

yes yes you could tell me that kevin day himself wrote 'dare you to doubt me' and 'afraid' and 'believe' and I wouldnt disagree

wow this got long

#sorry lmao #I never get to talk about this #I HAVE EMOTIONS ABOUT HIM #kevin playlist #to my non-aftg mutuals and followers: suffer.

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Can we just be honest and say that she truly hasn’t had a highly interesting, fun, creative, or exciting tour since like 1989? Or are we still pretending that the Rep Tour was good and that 40+ songs every night isn’t gonna burn her out of touring permanently by the end of the Eras tour?

I looooooooove to be a hater and complain on main so let's go there! honestly I do not remember rep tour super well....but maybe that sort of speaks for itself. rep tour's biggest thing going for it in my memory is that it made me like so much more of that album than I did before I stepped foot into the stadium. so major win there for ms swift.

I do think 1989 was the last time she really got creative in terms of how the songs were arranged (IKYWT and WANEGBT are the standouts from that tour, but we can't forget about Love Story and the Wildest Dreams/Enchanted mashup) which is one of the aspects of her tours I look forward to the most. And when you literally have a tour called THE ERAS TOUR with the express intention of honouring your career and work so far.....how do you not capitalize on your extremely large and diverse body of work and get creative with it. I made a setlist (an actually realistic one, not just 3 hrs of songs I personally wanted her to sing) just for fun and not to toot my own horn but the mashups I thought of (and I even wrote and recorded 3 of them just to prove a point) were kind of genius (and I did all of that in the span of a couple hours in one evening. this is Taylor's actual job). why is marjorie on that setlist. why is she only performing enchanted off of speak now. why did she cut the only song from her debut album the second night (jail!). WHY IS SHE PERFORMING THE DAMN 10 MIN VERSION OF ALL TOO WELL. I do not understand this woman!!!!!!!!!!

I'm also thinking (like you mentioned) about burnout and fatigue. It's not that I think it's impossible to sing/perform for 3h15m straight a couple days in a row and then have a few days off to recover, but like.....she is not a theatre performer who is accustomed to stuff like this. does she have the vocal technique and training to pull it off? we will see. I hope so! (also side note yes she should ABSOLUTELY be taking singing lessons if she's not already, absolutely anyone and everyone who sings professionally should be doing this and on an extremely consistent basis)

I do absolutely love the costumes for this tour though, and I like the visuals projected both onto the large screen at the back of the stage and the floor. There's some really cool moments (the dive comes to mind) and really great choreography (Vigilante Shit). The stage is not quite as intricate as (i.e. no real set pieces in comparison to) previous tours, but I think that has to do with the extreme scale of her tour. easier to have more elaborate moving pieces and detail when you're not in a stadium. idk. I watched most of the show via livestream Friday night and while I had a good time my takeaways were 1) this show is too damn long (for such a largely uninspired and at times straight up bad setlist) and 2) this doesn't make me want to spend hundreds of dollars for a ticket, go all the way into new jersey, and then go all the way back into the city after. so no fomo for this gal! only way you'll catch me at metlife is if I get a ticket for like less than $100. i'm spending my disposable income on theatre and broadway this summer because I'm moving to new york in may! wheeee

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Very relieved to hear I'm not the only one who doesn't care about/like Taylor Swift. All her music is the same. All she does is write about her exes and then is like: "Hmmmm.... Why can't I keep a man guys." to the press like... Gee, I wonder why that is. It sure is a mystery with that girl. *rolls eyes* Not to mention her apparent penchant for suing fans when they have fun and use her lyrics to sell stuff on redbubble like.... Girl you're a billionaire and you have a problem with broke fans making fun stuff on a website to make some money?

Yeah I mean, personally I have questionable music taste so I’m not going to judge anyone for that, and like. When I was in high school I did really enjoy 1989, got the CD for Christmas. And admittedly while I agree her songs sound kind of repetitive as a whole, they ARE catchy, so credit where credit is due she has the formula down to a science. And that formula continues to include making exes look like bad guys, regardless of what the real story is (and tbh the real story is not truly anyones business but theirs)

But, yeah, I’ve always gotten weird vibes from her. I know that for a long time she wasn’t talking about politics because she was still trying to corner the country audience, and something about contractually being obligated not to talk about it maybe? But that was still weird. And then she had a music video that apparently was supposed to take place in Africa but didn’t have? Any? Black people? In it???

Also also, she had Lena Dunham (derogatory) in that one music video??

Also also also, did we just like, FORGET that her private jet pumped out 8,293.54 METRIC TONS of CO2 between January and July (when that study was published)? She was the worst offender on that list, “1,184.8 times more than the average person's total annual emissions” IN SEVEN MONTHS. HELLO????

And yesterday I think I shared a post that had this quote from the Genius commentary on the opening line of Vigilante Shit which encapsulates exactly why I don’t like her: “This is an appropriate reflection of Taylor Swift herself, who often paints herself as the underdog despite being the most wealthy, privileged and critically acclaimed white woman in the music industry. She performs feminist tropes while simultaneously benefiting from and playing into patriarchal structures and white privilege.”

She didn’t get to the top from nothing. She came from a wealthy family who owned a Christmas tree farm in Pennsylvania, and she’s a white skinny 30-something cishet woman with more money that I could fathom ever having. Obviously that’s not to say she can’t be a feminist or can’t be critical of the systems she benefits from, and honestly kudos to her for being able to leverage that in her favor, but it’s a lot easier to leverage that in your favor when you’re… a thin cishet conventionally attractive woman who came from privilege to begin with.

So idk. Ultimately, if her music wasn’t enjoyable, she wouldn’t be one of the most successful musicians in the industry right now. I’m not judging anyone for enjoying her stuff. But I am critical of her and encourage other people to be as well. (You can be critical of things and still enjoy them!!! I know I have several things that fall into this category!) So idk at the end of the day listen to what makes you happy (or what you enjoy, sad music exists lmao) but also like. Realize that celebrities are not our friends and do not have our best interest in mind since it is so far removed from their bizarre, out of touch reality

#tori answers questions #max answers questions #anonymous

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juangallojongaro · 3 months

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Recently, I spent a non-insignificant sum on tickets to see The Killers during their upcoming Las Vegas residency. A couple months prior, I bought tickets to see Death Cab & The Postal Service perform their now 20 year old breakthrough records. This is not to brag, but only to say: I am not relevant. I am a skeleton. I am an irrelevant skeleton.

Once I looked at my music list as an Important Document of the Past Year. I’d try to listen to all the stuff, read the lists, and put together a coherent and definitive list. I didn’t do that in 2024; I didn’t try, I didn’t care to try, and, therefore, I just didn’t listen to that much stuff. This is fine! My life is no better or worse for the change! Also, no one gives a shit about what I listened to last (or any) year!

So, a format change. I’m gonna list a bunch of songs I liked with the normal commentary. After that, I’ll rank my top ten movies of the year and my top five favorite books I read in 2023. Sound good? I think it’s fine.

2023 YEAR IN MUSIC!

Big Thief - “Vampire Empire” A slow dawning of just, like, oh, Big Thief is just one of my favorite bands. They’re hitting that mid-2010’s (teens? Twenty-tens? What are we doing with this one?) The National-zone where every record they put out is a unique and rockin’ bop. This track is a good example of the more aggressive yelly-stuff.

boygenius - “Not Strong Enough” 2023 was the year of Taylor Swift and the guys were a part of it. My favorite supergroup was at their peak powers last year, releasing the ALBUM OF THE YEAR as well as MY FAVORITE CONCERT OF THE YEAR WHERE I CRIED A BIT DURING “COOL ABOUT IT”. I fucking love that record so much. Before they all blew up, Baker was the stealth star carrying the pathos while Dacus made us sad and Bridgers screamed excellently. Just watch them on SNL; they’re so happy. It’s nice.

The New Pornographers - “Pontius Pilate’s Home Movies” Not much to say about a middling album that produced this banger with the funniest line of the year, “Now you're clearing the room just like Pontius Pilate/When he showed all his home movies/All of his friends yelling, ‘Pilate, too soon’” Side note: You ever notice how English people don’t say “quotation marks,” but instead, “inverted commas?” Frankly, it’s fucked up.

Slaughter Beach, Dog - “My Sister in Jesus Christ” Really enjoyed this album by the former Modern Baseball co-frontman. He’s settled into a more shambolic pop-oriented sensibility which suits him fine.

Sufjan Stevens - “Will Anybody Ever Love Me?” I kinda came to Javelin late but after sitting through several listens it’s definitely in the pantheon of Stevens albums. I’m not sure there’s anything on here that’s a hit, but it’s so lush, dense, and achingly beautiful. He’s a man genius. ALSO ALBUM OF THE YEAR; SURE, WHY NOT?

Taylor Swift - “Cruel Summer” I don’t care this song came out in 2022. I’m in my Lovers Era! It’s pop perfection! I love(er) it! I have a lot of thoughts about Taylor Swift but no one caaaaaaaaaares. Go Chiefs.

Wednesday - “Chosen to Deserve” A twangy, meandering tune about all the embarrassing things you did when you were younger and still torment you and will forever except now you’re in love so maybe it won’t be so bad anymore? BONUS: Really enjoyed MJ Lenderman’s live album; those Wednesday folks are doing great!

2023 YEAR IN CINEMA!

Best Pictures

Past Lives (*****)

Anatomy of a Fall (****1/2)

Godzilla Minus One (****1/2)

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (****1/2)

The Zone of Interest (****1/2)

Poor Things (****1/2)

Barbie (****)

All of Us Strangers (****)

Oppenheimer (****)

Showing Up (****)

Four Daughters (****)

Honorary Mention

Stop Making Sense (****)

Best Short Film

Donald Trump NOOOOOOO

The First Twelve Seconds of the Maestro Trailer “If Movie List doesn’t sing in you, then nothing sings in you. And if nothing sings in you, you can’t make Movie List.”

2023 YEAR IN BOOKS!

(In no particular order)

Nixon Agonistes: The Crisis of the Self-Made Man by Garry Wills

The Luminaries by Eleanor Catton

The Narrow Road to the Deep North by Richard Flanagan

The Goodbye People by Gavin Lambert

Blood Meridian or The Evening Redness in the West by Cormac McCarthy

#bestof2023

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lcvernat · 2 years

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Cake-tastrophe | Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Nightmares are a regular occurrence for Natasha, luckily you're always there for her and know exactly how to cheer her up. So you suggest a late night trip to Walmart and baking a cake, which can’t be that hard, right?

Word Count: 1.7k

Content Warnings: fluff, strong language, brief mention of nat’s past

A/N: i love and miss her sm nat pls come home your wife and kids miss you <3 but can we all agree that nat is a swiftie cause i can literally see her screaming champagne problems at the top of her lungs at 3am also i am clearly a comedic genius with that title

Something had woke you up, and you blinked slowly, trying to figure out what time it was and what had disturbed you. Your head quickly snapped to the left as you felt Natasha thrash beside you, grunts and whimpers coming out of her mouth. Her side of the bed was soaked with sweat, and you knew instantly that she was having another nightmare. It was a regular occurrence, yet it didn't make it any easier each time it happened. You sat up and turned on the bedside lamp.

"Nat, Natty," you call to her softly, nudging her gently, "wake up, it's only a bad dream. You're safe, you're okay,"

Whether she heard your voice or felt you nudge her, the redhead shot up, frantically searching around the room for any source of danger. Her chest was heaving as if she had ran a marathon, and her tank-top was stuck to her skin with sweat.

"Nat," her head whipped around at the sound of your voice, and you could visibly see her relax as her eyes locked with yours. She scooted closer to you, and you slowly put your arm around her shoulder, not wanting to frighten her even more. She placed her head on your shoulder, and you ran your hand up and down her arm comfortingly.

It wasn't long until you felt the wetness of tears land on your shoulder. "Do you wanna talk about it?" You ask softly. She shakes her head, remaining silent. "That's alright, you don't have to." You knew about Natasha's past and the Red Room, you knew her past actions still haunted her, and you were aware she tried to act like everything was fine even though you knew it wasn't. You were glad that she trusted you enough to confide in you, but you also respected when she didn't want to speak about it. You also knew she appreciated you just being there and holding her, so that's what you did.

After a while of you two silently sitting there, you tell her to turn around, "I wanna braid your hair." She nods, turning around. You gather her auburn hair together, making sure to get all the stray bits that had clung to her neck. Separating it into three strands, you started to braid it.

"I love you," Natasha spoke after a few minutes of silence, her voice hoarse from crying and disuse.

"I love you too," you reply, finishing the braid and tying it at the bottom. You place a soft kiss on the back of her neck, and she leans into you. You wrap your arms around her, placing your chin on her shoulder.

"I have an idea," you say. She hums and you suggest, "late night Walmart trip?"

"You know me too well," she replies, getting up from the bed to get ready.

"I know I do," you smile in response, getting up from the bed too.

"Can I wear one of your hoodies?" She's already shifting through your hoodies despite you not giving her an answer.

"Do you really think I'm going to say no?" You put on one of your hoodies too, grabbing your keys from the desk after.

"No, but it's nice to ask," she says, and seems to find one she likes as she takes it off the hanger and puts it on.

"Are you sure you want to go out in shorts? It's like," you glance at the alarm clock and then down to your pajama bottoms, "2:23am and probably freezing out."

She shrugs, "Live life on the edge."

You roll your eyes but take her hand anyway, leading her out of your shared room in the Compound and out to your car.

Once you’re both in the car, Natasha immediately reaches over for the aux, scrolling through her playlists until she settles on one and Getaway Car by Taylor Swift starts playing.

You smile softly at her, and she smiles back. This song was the song playing when you both were in the car on the way to your first date, so it was now officially dubbed as your song. You start driving to Walmart as Nat sings along to the song. You spared a glance at her, and you swore you fell in love with her all over again. She was the definition of perfect to you, even when it was the middle of the night, she had woken up from a nightmare and her hair was thrown up in a messy braid. You still couldn’t believe you were lucky enough to call her your girlfriend, even though it had been so long.

You arrived at Walmart and entered the supermarket, immediately making a beeline towards the candy aisle. As Natasha was busy hauling every type of candy she liked into the basket, you had the most brilliant idea.

"Have you ever baked a cake before?"

"Once," she replied, not bothering to look at you as she grabbed a packet of Sour Patch Kids and put them in the shopping basket, "with Clint. It didn't end well. Laura was not happy. Why?"

"How about we bake a cake?"

She glances at you then, a look of childish happiness in her eyes, "Really? Can we?"

"Yes. Definitely, come on," you started walking towards the aisle with all the cake ingredients, getting a recipe for chocolate cake up on your phone.

"Okay, wait, won't Tony or someone be angry? It's the middle of the night," Natasha says as she catches up with you.

"Who cares? My girlfriend needs cheering up. Is chocolate cake okay?"

She nods as you put all the ingredients needed into the shopping basket. After you're done you look down at the basket, overflowing with candy and cake ingredients. Natasha looks down too, and then back up at you, "We really are not responsible adults, are we?"

"Definitely not,” you shake your head but choose not to dwell on it, you’ve saved the world countless times so you’re sure it’s alright if you’re irresponsible every once in a while, “let's go pay for all of this."

You pay for the candy and ingredients and head back to the car. Natasha rips open the packet of Sour Patch Kids as soon as you start the car. You hold out a hand, "Give me some,"

"Should've bought some of your own," she says between mouthfuls.

You don't take your eyes off the road as you say, "I am the one driving here."

Nat gives you a handful and you shoot her a quick smile before putting them in your mouth. The rest of the car ride is silent except for the music playing from the radio and the occasional crinkle as Natasha finishes the entire packet.

Surprisingly, for two Avengers who save the world on a practically daily basis, you two are absolutely horrific at baking a cake. You probably should’ve listened to Natasha whenever she said her last attempt at baking a cake with Clint ‘didn’t end well’, but you didn’t, so now both of you were standing in the kitchen of the Compound at a little past 3am attempting and failing to save this poor attempt at a cake. The kitchen itself looked like a war had waged and the primary weapon was flour. You and Natasha were covered head to toe, half from getting some on you while baking and the other half from throwing flour at each other.

“We need Wanda,” you say exasperatedly, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand.

“It’s 3am, we cannot wake Wanda up to try and save this cake,” Natasha replies, busy smoothing out the icing on the cake.

“The cake is burnt, no amount of icing is going to fix it,” you point out.

She finishes smoothing and stands back. It really doesn’t look like a cake, and you really don’t know how both of you could’ve went so wrong.

“It can’t be that bad,” Natasha says, although her voice is uncertain. She grabs two forks and hands one to you, “time to try it.”

You reluctantly take a bite of it and your mouth turns up in disgust as soon as the flavour engulfs your tastebuds. You rush over to the sink and immediately spit it out, “No, absolutely not. That is the most horrendous thing I’ve ever tasted. How did we fuck up cake that bad?”

To Natasha’s credit, she did manage to finish and swallow her bite, although you swore you had saw her gag at least twice and she definitely didn’t look like she was enjoying it.

“It’s not that bad,” she says, though you take notice of the fact she hasn’t went for another bite.

You walk over to her and wrap your arms around her, “Admit it, Tasha, it was awful,”

“Okay, it was awful,”

You sigh, “I’m sorry, I wanted to do something to cheer you up and it didn’t really work out,”

The redhead turns around in your arms, wrapping her arms around your neck, she places a kiss on your lips, leaning her forehead against yours, “Don’t apologise, it was really fun, and it did cheer me up. Plus, we still have a mountain of candy to get through so, movie night?”

You nod, “Let’s clean this u-“

“What the fuck is going on here?” You both whip around at the sound to find a very tired, very agitated looking Tony stood at the entrance to the kitchen.

“We were baking a cake,” you say as if it wasn’t obvious.

“At 3am?” Tony questions incredulously.

“Yes, now run along, Stark,”

He stares at you unamused, “Well, for the love of God, at least keep it down. I could hear you all the way from my room. So, respectfully, shut up,” he stares at both of you for another minute in silence before turning around and leaving.

You and Natasha stare at each other silently for a couple of minutes before you both burst out into laughter. You double over, clutching your stomach as Nat leans into you for support.

“So, what about that movie night then?” You say as you catch your breath. Natasha nods and you both turn to clean up the mess you had made in the kitchen before heading back to your shared room to watch a lot of movies and eat a shit ton of candy like responsible adults.

tags: @eonrioromanova

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spideyspeaches · 3 years

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All too well ↬ p.p

A/N: Miss Swift said 10 minutes of ATW and my brain went into exile🤡Based on request by anon

Summary: You thought that life would be perfect with Peter, but spider-man gets in the way. So you cope with the grief through only way you can think of- write a song about it. Beta read by @parkerpeter24 <3

Side note: I used "Red" and "All too well", but I by no means own these genius songs, the only (rightful) owners of these is Miss Taylor Allison Swift <3

Warnings: sponsered by Kleenex :D dw you'll get a happy ending, sexual references etc. lemme know if I'm missing something (I swear it's worth it)

WC: 7k

Pairing: Peter Parker x Singer!Reader

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The air around you felt cold as you walked out of the cafe’s door, the bell ringing merrily as you treaded in the snow- it was nearly December after all; you didn’t expect any less from the weather around you. You and Peter were just returning from the cafe, a hot mocha in his hand, the other wrapped around your gloved fingers as you swung them back and forth, his laughter resonating in your ears like a song you couldn’t forget.

The streets were mostly deserted at this time of the evening, so you weren't worried about some rogue paparazzi or a fan interrupting your date with Peter. It was rare for you to find yourself in a peaceful environment with your boyfriend without them crowding you- and you loved every minute of the attention, you did, 'cause you knew that with fame came scrutiny, but when you were alone with Peter, as cheesy as that sounded, with his soft demeanor and your wide eyes gaze, scouring and devouring every crackle on his face, you felt at peace, just like the autumn leaves falling on a deserted road. You felt complete, and that you were infinite. Your world was infinite with him in it, the cheesiness of your own thoughts making you raise an eyebrow at yourself.

Now looking at his flushed cheeks and red nose as he walked beside you, you bit your lips at the mirth in his eyes as he looked somewhere far across the street, leaning on his shoulder as you muttered a small “whatchu lookin’ at?” in his ear. Turning his head towards you, he gave a tiny shrug and pointed with the cup of coffee-

“Remember this place?” He asked softly, a nostalgic smile on his face.

You realised it was a rhetorical question as you looked where he was pointing, snorting at the memory from a year ago, because you sure did remember this place. You could never forget it, even if you wanted to.

Looking at the row of houses in front of you, you smiled cheekily at him, giving a breathy chuckle as you nodded a yes, “how could I forget? I don’t think any of the neighbours could forget the way you sang those Christmas carols so off key, not to mention the wrong lyrics too! Christmas Carols Mr. Parker!”

“Hey! It wasn’t that bad! Besides, I'm Jewish, would you blame me for not knowing the lyrics of Christmas Carols, Miss L/N?” He chuckled defensively, sipping at the hot drink to reduce the flush on his cheeks, “you sang perfectly though.”

“Hmm. well I wouldn’t say perfect, but my pitch was definitely better than yours.” chuckling, you squeezed his hands as you nod with a hum, leaning in to kiss his cheeks softly to feel his cold skin touch your lips making you shudder a bit along with him, "but you're perfect, off key or not. Cold?"

He nodded as you handed him your scarf, wrapping it around his neck and flushed ears, pulling down his cap so that it covered the lobes of his ears properly. Sometimes You felt that being spider man only caused him more hurt than good, he had the scars to prove that.

"Perfect would be stretching it." He said cheekily as you continued to fuss with the turquoise, his smile making your heart flutter in a way you hadn't felt for a long time.

Walking on the sidewalk, you curled your palm around his biceps, “so, May’s place or the penthouse upstate?”

“Oh, we’re having dinner at Tony’s today,” he said, his eyes pleading as you tried to stop yourself from laughing at his expression, “if- if you want to of course! Oh- you must have plans with your manager- what's her name, Angeline? And the-the interviews! and your family, I- I didn’t even ask-”

“Baby, it’s alright! My schedule is free today, no tedious nosey interviews or photoshoots,” You shush him from his ramblings, cupping his cheeks in silent amusement as your shoulders shook with laughter, “besides, May and Mr. Stark already called me, I was just asking where to go until dinner.”

“Oh, okay, that’s great.” He muttered, shaking his head with a chuckle, “it’s almost dinner time anyway, let’s just go there.”

“Onward then little grasshopper!” you whoop, eliciting another chuckle from him.

"Okay my little singer."

With your heart fluttering and hands clutched in his, you walked through the gates of the penthouse- one that was well hidden within the other houses. It surprised you about how ignorant people were- Tony Stark was living next door, and they barely batted their eyes.

You guessed that was his intention, of living in between and letting people wonder if Tony Stark and his family still lived in the high tower of the Avengers after the blip, all while staying disguised in case some fan got too crazed. You understood him in this aspect, you yourself lived in a small one room apartment, right across the Parkers, and it annoyed your manager to no end. You were lucky she was like a mother figure to you.

Entering the warm house, you puffed your cheeks and rubbed your hands until they were warm, watching as Morgan came trodding up to Peter with a big smile on her face, hands waving up in the air in a childish way that had you smiling, her sheer innocence warming you up as she practically jumped on him, wrapping her tiny hands as tightly as she could around his neck.

"Petey! Petey look at the new Lego set Ned got for me!" She shrieked, her excited and high pitched voice making Peter scrunch his nose a little, hiding it away with a smile of his own.

"Oh really?" He asked, his own voice rising an octave as he tried to imitate the childlike enthusiasm, "You didn't open it without me did you?"

"No silly! I was waiting for y/n to open it!" She said, waving at you frantically from her position on Peter's waist, as you finally looked up from hanging your coat on the hanger, “can you sing the Baby Shark song to me, pleaseeeee?”

"Why only y/n? Why not me?" Peter said, faking indignation as he scrunched his face comically, You laughing along with them.

"Aww of course I will! That's so nice of you sweetie! And I bet Peter can't wait to open it up either! Can you Peter?" You chuckled, squeezing her chubby cheeks with your fingers, giving Peter a small smile.

"Yupp, can't wait to open it up." He said with a wink, leaving you open mouthed as you saw them move on towards the said room.

"Unbelievable." You muttered, smirking at the glint in his eyes.

"Oh I see the monster has found thy," Tony said, appearing from the kitchen with Pepper in tow. Both of them were covered in raw flour, and you suppressed the urge to chuckle and awe at the domestic scenario in front of you.

"Oh, were you talking about Morgan? Yeah, she has, and roped Peter in to open her new lego set too.” You smirked.

"I knew I liked her for a reason." Tony said, shaking his head, kissing both of your cheeks before patting your back in a way one could only describe as fatherly, smiling when Pepper did the same. The retired lifestyle had made quite a change within the two billionaires.

"Don't listen to him talk honey, he's dying to go and assemble the Lego set with them." Pepper smiled, guiding you towards the kitchen as you followed her, ever the sweet woman that she was.

"You say that like it's a bad thing Mrs. Stark." Tony huffed, giving you a funny look as he held a hand to his heart as if to show he was "hurt".

"Only 12% of the time." She countered, looking at you while you chuckled, understanding that old reference.

“Here, let me help.” You say, taking the plates from her and going to where Tony was setting up the table cloth and unlit candles.

“So, any new albums coming up?” He asked, making you look up in question when you realised that he was talking to you.

“What? Yeah, yeah I have one planned, just gotta figure out which one should I make the single, or if any of the ones even could be singles.” You retaliate, "maybe I should just write a single, I just don't know what to write on, cause it feels like I've written everything of that theme."

“Nice, Pep loves your songs, but don’t tell her I told you.” He chuckled, "and there's always something to write on. Just give it time."

“Aw that’s nice,” you smirked, joking with a roll of your eyes, "since when did you become so wise?"

"Pfft, have you seen me? I'm a wise man." He scoffed.

You took a deep breath, looking around to see Morgan and Peter sitting on the ground, the Lego spread around them. The startling lack of May Parker's presence shakes you out of your stupor, looking around the house as if expecting to see her standing by the door.

"Where's May?" You ask finally, looking at Tony as he arranged the plates along with you.

“She’s running a little late due to the snow, don’t worry though, she’s with Happy.” He answered, looking at the clock with a worried expression himself. May Parker was a very punctual woman, and the fact that she was late could be quite concerning. People called you overprotective, but you didn’t mind that.

Looking at the room again, your heart soared at the sight, your scarf was now wrapped around Morgan’s neck as Peter taught her how to assemble the pieces,your thoughts being interrupted by the ringing of a doorbell. Looking up with excitement, you ran around the table towards the door, “I got it!” You shout, opening the door to see May standing there besides Happy, a smile on her face and snowflakes on the woolen hat you had knit for her.

“May! Oh my god you’re here!” You laugh, trapping her in a hug as you lift her off her feet in excitement, completely forgetting that she was soaked.

“Aw I missed you honey!” She chuckled, patting your cheeks, “missed our little singer, the house was real quiet without your sweet voice.”

“Aw I missed visiting you too, I like the house much better than the studio and tours anyways,” you shrug, helping her out of the coat as Happy entered, waving at the man, “Hey, Hap! Hope she didn’t make you do too much Cardio.”

“He needs it!”

“Definitely need it. Good to see you too, kid.” Happy smiled, patting your back as you flushed, “speaking of kid, where are the two monsters?”

“The two monsters are right here!” Peter said, coming out of the door and setting Morgan down to hug May and Happy each as she ran around them, clutching their legs.

Dinner at the Starks where all of you were together was a rare feet, most of the times either you were too busy recording your songs or giving some big shot interview about your new album that quite frankly, exhausted you, or even Peter, who was researching for his PhD, so you cherished every moment, every word and laughter that came out of everyone in the room, knowing that someday, if not today, these moments won’t be as magical as they were now.

The thought made you sad, a sudden weight in your chest drowning their laughter in the background, your fork touching the plate as you frowned, willing your brain to think of something happier.

You were a singer and he was a scientist. You may have started out as a small country singer, but soon enough, with the ferocity of the internet, you gained enough popularity to inflate your ego and Peter's name across the globe. And the fact that Peter had accepted his fate of always being followed by a person with a camera on his face just made you fall even more for him. He had accepted it, so could you.

You didn't mean for it to happen- but nothing stays off the internet for long with your fans as well as Spider-Man fans lurking in the background. You knew the risk of exposing your relationship with Peter after what had happened with him and Mysterio (which no one believed. People had too strong a judgement to believe that Spider-Man, who rescued cats from trees was the same person who would mercilessly murder people. It had been taken care of, thankfully because of Pepper's amazing PR team), but keeping yourself and him in the dark hurt you more, so be it that you were a couple of a singer and a scientist by day and superhero by night.

At least people were happy that you were happy, and that your relationship hadn't backfired, now that would've been a PR nightmare.

"Hey, you ok?" Peter said softly, rubbing his palm up your hand to bring you back from your reverie, the soft glow of his face in the artificial smile making you forget all the intrusive thoughts at the moment.

"Wha- um yeah, I'm good Pete." You smile, nodding encouragingly as you pick up the fork, May's laughter making you snap your head towards her.

You smirk at the four older people laughing over anecdotes of the past and present, Morgan lost in her separation of peas and potatoes, Peter's cheeks flushing red when you looked over at him, having been caught staring at you. You yourself felt heat rushing to your cheeks, realising you weren’t paying attention to the discussion on the table, only catching the end of the conversation.

"... isn't that right y/n?" Tony laughed, making you raise an eyebrow with a nod, "your nerd look will be complete with the nerd glasses."

"Huh? Absolutely! Peter's turning into an old man now, the other day he complained of not being able to read the newspaper, can you believe that?" You snickered, showing him your tongue when he did the same.

Peter rolled his eyes, huffing, "I'm not old and I don't need glasses! I'm like twenty five, dude! Come on Pep, at least you say something!"

"Sorry hun, my hands are tied here." She smirked, raising her hands in surrender with a shrug.

"You say that as if you weren't the same boy who didn't know that trees have leaves or that the sky has clouds until he was seven." May interjected, giving you a high five from across the table, "it's okay to have glasses honey, completely normal."

"I don't need glasses, I have excellent vision, Spider-man remember? And what is with all the women in my life and conspiring against me?!" He said without heat, pouting like a little kid, "You support me don't you Morgan?"

Nodding, the girl gave him a grin and a scoop of her mashed potato, "I love you Petey!"

"See? Morgan is the only one who loves me here." He rolled his eyes, fist bumping her and eating the scoop of potatoes she had so graciously shared with him.

“Awh Pete, don't be dramatic, we all love you. And sometimes even superheroes need glasses, look at Tony, he used to hide behind those ridiculous AR glasses because he was too ashamed to wear the prescription ones.” Pepper winked, squeezing his hand from across the table as everyone nodded.

"Wait Mr. Stark uses prescriptions?!"

"Hell yeah Pete, and I do it with pride." Tony puffed his chest, the table falling into laughter once again.

"Yeah, that's 'cause you're the suburban dad- knows best." Peter snorts.

He ducked his head as you rubbed his back, the humorous environment once again returning when a pea flew across the table.

"Wait, I didn't know you had glasses when you were a kid." You said, looking at May and internally brewing a plan.

"No no no I know that look May! Absolutely not!" Peyer shrieked.

"This calls for baby photos!" She said anyways, Tony whooping her with support as Happy and Pepper rolled their eyes, smiling anyway.

"That's right baby, oh damn I have so many photos of him in the workshop! All blackmail worthy too-" Tony continued.

"- like the one when he was twelve and went through a leather jacket phase-"

"- What about the one when he was three and dressed up as a pumpkin? Absolute perfection-"

“Or the one where he was dressed as Captain America on Halloween!”

“Captain America, Pete? Seriously?!”

"Okay fine! Fine, yeah show them to her, whatever." Peter grumbled, falling back in his chair in resignation.

"They can't be that bad right?" You reassured him, "I'm sure you were this cute little chubby kid with curly brown hair and glasses too big for your face."

"The cutest kid, might I say." May said, her smile somewhat nostalgic.

"Cuter than me?" Morgan said, suddenly interested in the conversation.

"No, baby, no one can ever compare to your cuteness." May smiled, ruffling her hair.

"That's right!" She huffed, going back to stealing pieces of potatoes from Happy's plate, who pretended to not notice.

Ruffling her hair, you went back to eating your dinner.

That night you were both sitting in the garden while the others prepared for bedtime, your head snuggly fit on his shoulder and his hands around your waist, the firm pressure of his fingertips keeping you grounded from your thoughts.

You wanted to be here forever, sitting under the sparkling night, the shadow of the trees falling on your face like the wings of an angel covering you and the only noise being Peter's breathing and the crickets chirping in the background.

"I can't believe Mr. Stark actually has all the photographs of me as a kid." He chuckled suddenly, head tilted and looking at the sky.

"Hmm? Why does it surprise you?" You mumbled, voice muffled by the fabric of his t-shirt, "he's the most tech savvy human I've ever met, so he probably had them the day he did a background check on you."

"Nu-huh. It was probably May, I mean it's great that they get along but." He sighed, a small smile on his face.

"But what Pete?" You urged.

"Nothing. I'm just glad my family gets along with you." He said, the sweet sincerity in his words making you shudder with anticipation. You had been together for almost a year now, and it warmed you that he felt you were important enough to be happy about his family getting along with you.

Being a singer wasn’t easy- you were constantly on album tours and attending interviews, people watching you every time you took a step out of your apartment. Heck, even your neighbour blasted your songs, speakers cranked up to loudest volume till midnight. And while it made you happy, you felt overwhelmed by the fame at times. You always wondered what it would be like to be a normal girl in a city, every human you met a stranger to you.

Ignoring the thought, you looked at him with your tongue between your teeth, your hand slowly crawling up from his position on his thigh, the sudden jerk of his knee causing you to giggle as you bit your lips mischievously.

"Do you wanna go for a drive?" You whisper in his ear, hand still perched mid thigh as your hands shake a little, too eager to be trapped in a Stark sized backyard. The cool wind was too refreshing to be inside right now.

"Sure, why not?" He shrugged, leaning into your forehead as you lean forward, pressing your lips on his softly.

Jerking away from your face, you frowned when he suddenly looked at you with his eyes nearly squinting shut, his lips tugging downwards in a way that made you weary of your spontaneous horny behaviour.

"What? What's wrong?" You ask frantically, furrowing your brows further when he leaned into your face with his eyes squinting.

"There's something on your face." He said, leaning forward until his eyes were so close to yours you were getting cross eyed and you were leaning back, the back of your palm acting as a lever holding you upright.

"What's on my face!?" You shriek, patting your cheeks and forehead, jerking when he cups your cheeks and kisses your lips.

"Just my lips." He said, biting his thin lips as you stare at him in shock, only to start laughing near maniacal.

"You scared me you dork!" You punch his shoulders, shaking your head, "fuck you."

"Mmhm. I'm sure that's what you’re going to do." He snarked without heat, lips tugging upward, nose scrunching and a dimple forming on his cheek.

"Ugh, gross."

"You started it!"

"Excuses."

Getting up and cleaning the dirt from the butt of your jeans, you help him stand up to move inside the house, dignifying him with another eye roll before you turn your back to him.

The row house neighbourhood Tony (Pepper) had chosen was beautiful, lined with trees that blossomed pink, shed red leaves in autumn and grew green leaves during the summer. It was peaceful too, no worries of nosy news reporters lurking behind the yard to catch a picture or two to sell to a wannabe tabloid.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked, interlinking his pinkie with yours, the creak of the metal gates making you both wince as you looked over your shoulders in case you had alerted anyone.

“Nothing.” You shrugged, tugging a strand of your hair that was tickling your nose.

“Sure?”

"A song." You said after a while, not entirely lying.

"Mmhm, who's it about?"

"Don't know."

"It's not about me?" He asked aghast by your answer, but smiling mischievously.

"You wanted a sex tape so bad you could've just said." You smirked.

"Aw and here I was, thinking your biggest muse would be your beautiful, smart and handsome boyfriend."

"Nope," you scoff, popping the p,"my biggest muse is my fictional boyfriend who I date and break up with every day."

"Oh yeah I forgot about that motherfucker."

"Why do you hate him so much? He's been nothing but nice to me!"

Smiling at his laugh, you nudge him, sighing at the fresh air around you.

"No but, seriously, what's going on? You have that look on your face-"

“-Are you gonna return?” You interrupted, looking at him as he stiffened up a little, knowing full well that you were talking about his hiatus as the friendly neighbourhood spider-man.

You had both met when he was Spider-Man, so there was no hiding that from you. In the year you had known him, you knew that being spider-man meant as much to him as finishing his PhD, so the fact that he had suddenly given Spidey a break, it made you weary, an unsettled feeling crawling up your throat.

“Is that why you wanted to go out?” He gritted, leaving your hand to grip it in his fist.

The unusual venom in his voice made you wince, shivers crawling up your skin that had nothing to do with the cold weather.

“No Pete-”

“Well then, topic over!”

Sighing, you took his trembling hands in yours, closing your palm over his as you noticed that neither of you were wearing gloves.

“Is this about that time I got mugged?” you said, reconsidering your words when he recoiled at the memory.

It wasn’t the first time you were mugged, or mobbed. You were used to this kind of attention, but this situation was different.

“How can you be so casual about this, I cannot begin to understand.” He chuckled humorlessly, giving you a withering look.

“I’m not being casual, I’m just saying that you don’t have to stop being spider-man just because someone tried to use me as a leverage against you!” You scoffed, not seeing the frustration in his eyes and your words.

“That’s just it! That’s- how are you so okay with this? The more I spend time as spider-man, the more I put you in danger!”

“Oh we’re being altruistic now are we? Peter I don’t need you to protect me from everything, okay? I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself!”

“But I can’t lose you too, okay? I can’t- not after Gwen-”

Wincing as he gave a snotty, dry laugh, you bit your lips as you tried to keep your own tears at bay, trying not to think about Peter’s ex-girlfriend. He had told you about her in a fit of drunkenness, about how much he missed her and how he would fix it all in a shot if he could. A part of you could not help but agree with him- the part that was selfless and hated how small and vulnerable he looked at that moment, sharing his worst moments with you, how much pain he had to go through in his life.

But another small part- the part that fell in love with the bubbly brown haired dude who saved you from a mob of fans and brought you coffee (extra sugar) to calm your nerves, the smart, incredibly strong man with a sweet smile and sweet temperament, who sat down at late nights while you played notes after notes on your guitar, heard you sing different versions of lyrics for songs and watched you on the t.v with a big smile- that part, that part was selfish enough to think that maybe.

Maybe it was fate, that it was good that she died the way she did. You felt disgust coil in your gut, profanities sitting on the tip of your tongue at the sheer selfish thoughts of being happy to have Peter by your side while she couldn’t.

“Yeah, you’re right.” You mutter softly, clutching his freezing hands in your palm and giving them a firm rub, "but just so you know, I'm not leaving you anytime soon. And if you ever, ever feel like it's getting too much, don't think much about it okay? Just do what your heart tells you to."

"Even if it means kissing you right now?" He said somewhat shyly, locking his eyes with yours as you crinkle them, leaning forward until your forehead touched his, your hands softly caressing his face.

"Especially that." You whisper.

Looking back at the moment, you smile as you remembered your racing heart and his cute blush in the dark of the night and how he stole a car- a blue Audi Spyder- that was technically his from Mr. Stark's garage, just so he could spend time with you till the start of dawn started to creep in, the lack of sleep finally catching up to you both.

"Y/n! Honey, come on, it's getting late, we have to be at the set in half an hour!" Angeline- your manager shouts, gesturing frantically for you to follow her.

Keeping your phone down, you close Peter's Instagram, the top post that showed a picture of him as a kid with thick, black rimmed glasses. It had been a PR stunt, one that Peter had agreed on doing on your behalf once your album's single "All too well" had been released. There had been an uproar within your fans, the song reaching the billboards the same night it came out, so the stunt worked out. People really did like to hear about others' personal lives.

And now here you were, in the dressing room getting ready for yet another interview about your album and your relationship.

You looked at the mirror, touching the spot on your cheek where you had just applied your makeup. Nodding, you scream back "in a sec!"

Ignoring her frantic calls at how you were supposed to be more responsible- it was well intentioned, you didn't like it when you raised her blood pressure by doing irresponsible things, but you were tired today.

Your schedule was always hectic, yes, but something about today was even more exhausting than usual. You couldn't pin-point it, up until you saw the date on the calendar.

"Y/n, I'm sorry." He whispered, leaning down as he touched his forehead to yours, your unconscious body limp in his hold, his mask somewhere lost, tears and blood maring his face like a horrific painting.

Things were good after the night at Stark's place, you had just signed your contract for the album and were just on your way home, when you were once again, backed into an alley by a deranged fan of yours, one that had threatened to gut you if you didn't go home with him.

Lucky for You, your boyfriend has shown up just in time to save you from being gutted, but not before you fell unconscious in front of him, unaware of the horror he felt when he saw your prone form, scared that he might have been too late.

Only he wasn't too late. You had spent a night at the hospital, your injured form thankfully away from the news with the help of Tony and his lawyers. The guilt still ate Peter away, a permanent frown etched on his forehead when he saw you lying prone, a sickly pallor to your face making him nauseous and fingers trembling.

He couldn't do this to you.

He couldn't afford to love someone and lose them one more time. He'd witnessed too much death in his life span, and it was only a miracle that he was still sane- to an extent.

You kept him sane.

No.

He had to do something, even if it meant breaking your heart.

Tears fell freely on his face as he held your hand, rubbing his thumb back and forth on your skin, to comfort whom he didn't know. But as the sounds of your heartbeat echoed in his ears along with the shuffle of the medical staff and Mr. Stark and May and your manager, he knew at that moment that he wasn't going to lose you.

Not if you lost him first. It was for your own good. He tried and tried, but tears still fell and your chest still rose.

And you did lose him, after the night you left the hospital, fully healed and healthy. You were bummed that Peter hadn't come to meet you after you were discharged, so you had decided to visit him yourself in spite of being given strict instructions of bed rest for a week.

After a little quarrel with Angeline, she had finally dropped you to his doorstep, following your every step like a hawk on watch.

"Jeez I'll be just fine mom." You said with a roll of your eye, squinting at her with a mock glare.

"Ok, take care honey, honestly if it wasn't for Mr. Stark and his generous lawyers, you would've been all over the news right now." She said, flush on her cheeks making you raise an eyebrow.

"Mmhm, and you happened to meet that lawyer?" You said, suppressing a smirk as she flushed harder, clearing her throat and pointing towards the doorbell.

"Just go. I'll wait here." She heaved a sigh.

"Right." You drawled, going to shift your scarf, only to notice that you hadn't gotten it back from the Stark's house the night you returned.

Ringing the doorbell, you grinned when you came face to face with your boyfriend, leaning in to kiss him, only for him to avert his mouth so you kissed him on his cheek instead.

"Ookay, happy to see you too, scarf stealer." You joke, leaning against the door as he made no move to let you in, "you know, after I got stabbed and all. Thanks for visiting by the way."

Your words had no heat, but the hurt behind them was apparent, as you saw Peter shift on his feet, still standing on the doorway.

"We have to stop." He gulped out, not being able to meet your eyes, "stop meeting."

"What do you mean? Stop meeting?" You ask, thoroughly confused at his behaviour. He had always been straightforward with you, but this behaviour of his- it almost felt staged. Like he had practiced in front of the mirror just to get his words out to you.

"I can't see you anymore. I- I don't love you anymore." He whispered, nose red by the tears that threatened to show.

And You swore at that moment that you felt your heart leap to your throat and stop completely as you stumbled backwards, mouth open but no words coming out, too struck by his words, the world a blurry mess due to the impromptu concoction of your pain meds and his words.

"That's- that's not true Peter. You're lying!"

"I'm not lying, this isn't about you okay? And it's true, you- we have to split up."

"Peter no! No! Just because I got stabbed once doesn't mean that you have to break up with me!" Your shrieks sent daggers into his heart, and it took everything in him not to swoop you from your feet and wrap you in a bubble wrap, kiss your injuries and apologies profusely for every lie that spewed out of his mouth at that instant.

"I'm not lying y/n, I don't love you anymore." He said softly, pursing his lips as he met your gaze, eyes glazed and lips trembling.

"How is you breaking up with me going to help me?!" You cry out, shoving him by his shoulder, not caring if you were making a fuss on the street. It was night time anyway. You chuckled bitterly, “I swear if this is about Spider-man…”

"It's not about spider-man anymore, I just told you, I don't love you anymore." He insisted, his own words sounding like a big fat lie.

"Wrong!"

"Why won't you listen to me for once in your life?!" He shouts, startling you into moving a step back.

"Fuck you! Fuck you fuck you fuck you!" You scream, punching his chest repeatedly with your fist, your words slowing as your energy drains, too tired from your prescribed meds, trying to bring as much venom in your voice as you could, "go to hell."

"I'm sorry. I really am." He said, a last attempt to fix what was broken.

"Sorry isn't gonna cut it."

Walking out of the door, the cold air hits your cheeks and the exposed parts of your body, the unfamiliar cold making goosebumps erupt on your skin. It wasn't the same kind of cold, it didn't feel like home.

Sitting in front of the live audience and the bright cameras, you put on a smile, sitting on the couch and making yourself comfortable as the cameraman gestured that the live show had started.

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, the noise familiar to your ears just like when you were in a concert, the artificial cold of the AC hitting your face again.

"Everyone welcome Y/n L/n, song writer and the singer of the latest hit album- Red!" Jimmy shouts, clapping along with the others as he sets down the cover of your new album.

"Heyy. Hi everybody!" You laugh, shifting on the leather seat as you wave at the crowd, your smile growing into a genuine one, "Hey Jimmy, how was your day?"

"It was great! I was listening to 'All Too Well' on repeat." He says with a smile, the band in the background playing the chords of the song.

"Aw that's so sweet!" You pout, a hand in your chest to show gratitude, "didn't know you liked it so much."

"I definitely liked it, and so did the billboards, congrats on that!" He laughed, "those are quite some lyrics for someone as young as you. I mean you managed to make me feel like I just went through a break up myself, so tell me, who was your muse for this song?"

"My muse?" You ask, faking surprise at the staged question, sneaking a glance at the audience, "my muse was, and will always be my fictional boyfriend who I broke up with recently."

The laughter in the background felt staged too, as he nodded along with his patented "Jimmy Fallon smile", your joke flowing easily from your mouth.

"That's right, fictional boyfriends are the best aren't they?"

"The best." You nodded, "they don't expect much from you."

The questions kept coming until it was time for a commercial break. You were completely exhausted by the end of the interview, the intrusive questions about your and Peter's relationship kept coming and going, finally landing on your album.

A game or two later, you were walking beside your manager as you came out of the studio, your eyes trained on your phone, zoning out Angeline's words as you casually scrolled through the comment section on his post.

You laughed internally as you spotted a few lines of your songs, most of them in a mocking tone ranging from "this song is definitely about Peter" to "OMG return her scarf already!" with another degree of "he's definitely the kid in glasses and a twin size bed."

You would've felt bad had you not confronted him about the comments, and that you were still sour about your breakup. It hadn't gone to the media, up until you released the single.

You were in the recording studio, the studio feeling bigger and emptier than usual. The lack of Peter by your side made your breath hitch, the emotions in your throat welling up at the uncomfortable absence.

It took you nearly an hour to calm yourself before you begin recording the song, the lyrics flowing out of you without a strain once you had composed yourself.

You had come here without him, so the song felt more raw than you had anticipated.

The night the song was released, Peter knew the instant you uttered the first sentence, that you had taken out your anger on him through it.

He held the scarf close to him that night, having already brought it back up with him the same night, but not returning it to you, because it indeed smelled like you.

He had to admit though, the song was an epic roast.

"Does that car look familiar to you?" Angeline asked. Looking up, you furrowed your brows as you looked at the blue Audi Spyder she was pointing at, the private number plate finally flicking a switch in your brain.

"Hmm? Oh yeah- yeah, hey Angie? Gimme a minute will you?" You said, not taking your eyes off the number plate and the hunched figure of one Peter Parker, the guilty look on his face making you nervous for reasons you could not understand.

"Hey." He greeted, giving you a tiny smile that looked forced.

"Hey." You sighed, looking around to see your manager scolding some pap, "what are you doing here?"

"What, can't I come to see my ex girlfriend's interview now?" He joked, smile not reaching his eyes. Laughing along with him, you felt the air around you lighten.

"Well you're a wee bit late for the interview." You challenged, raising your eyebrow at the familiar banter that you remembered quite well, "sorry that was rude."

"No- no it's okay! Just happy to see you."

Scrunching your brow, you folded your hands under your chest. Your gaze was clearly making him uncomfortable, so you called him inside to the green room, sitting on one of the high chairs as he shuffled around nervously.

"So… you were here for something?" You said awkwardly.

"It was all a mistake!" He blurbs out, looking flushed and chest heaving as he comes closer to you, "all the words I said. Everything was a lie. You're right, I was being casually cruel, but you have to understand that I had to, 'cause if I wasn't then- then I wouldn't have been able to do it."

"Yeah. I remember it. Too well." You said, your tone dry.

His words sounded watery, something akin to excitement brewing in your chest. So you let him continue with a nod, holding one of his hands as they trembled- a nervous tick that surfaced with years of PTSD.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry okay? and I never fell out of love with you. I still want to be with you." He said, mumbling his last words as you both swallowed a lump in your throats.

"Peter." You said softly, cupping his cheeks as you rubbed away a tear, "Peter I love you too. But, after all… this. I've sort of moved on."

Snapping his head with wide eyes, the skin around them looking red and raw, he nodded his head, "I understand if you're dating someone-"

"-no! Peter jeez I'm not- I'm not dating someone!" You defended, "I just. I learned to live without you constantly by my side, okay? I was a singer before I dated you, and I can be her without you too."

"You do?" He asked after a pause. A long pause, with you looking at him. Your mouth said the words you thought were true, but the way you moved closer to him, looking at him with the same wide eyes gaze that you first saw him with during your rampage with your fans on the airport, they told a different story.

"No." You said without hesitation, bringing your hands to his neck and lunging your lips into his in a final moment of weakness that cooped into a stubborn passion of his lips moving in sync with yours.

And maybe he had broken you to bits that night, but apologising was a part of making amends. And as you kissed him for the very first time since the break up, you couldn't help but do a little internal dance of victory at both of your wins, your broken past finally figuring out the missing piece that was hindering your progress to fixing yourself.

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issaxcharlie · 3 years

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Falling like the stars✨

Pairing: Alive! Luke Patterson x Fem Reader

Summary: Luke and Y/N never got to be a thing. Whatever they had ended abruptly when she settled on someone with far more status than the aspiring guitarist. Months later, now single, Luke entangles her in a scheme to make Sunset Curve more popular. The only thing she needs to do is fake date him for 2 weeks.

Songs used: Holy Ground by Taylor Swift, Loved You First by One Direction and Falling Like The Stars by James Arthur.

High school is a world by itself. It has its own system and everyone moves through it. It is something that although it is not discussed, everyone knows. Including the three members of Sunset Curve, who are lying in the yard trying to find a solution to their latest problem.

"We need more people to support our music. If we can't get this little school to support us, how are we going to fill clubs or sign with a label?” Reggie wonders aloud to himself, no matter how hard they try, they can't get the Los Feliz student body to listen to their band.

“We should have thought about it before, Reg. Now we're just the problem kids who most likely won't finish school. Why would they come to see us at those seedy little clubs when they can go show off at football games.” Luke stands up suddenly after Alex words, one of those huge smiles that comes out when he has a really bad idea on his face.

“Well it seems that the solution is easy, boys. We have to make them see us on the same level as those jocks.”

“Oh yeah, and how are we going to do that, genius?” Alex fiddles with his hands as he rests his head on Reggie, both tired of not being able to come even close to fulfilling their dream.

Luke points to the nearest post, on which there are at least 5 posters to support the homecoming king and queen.

“Really? Do you think someone would vote for you? Before all those star athletes who also have a cheerleader to back them up? You basically have just us and I don't think I can do one of those tricks.”

“We’ll think of something. Winning that stupid thing would put us directly in the top of the pyramid. We’ll find a way, we always do.” Before anyone can respond, some screaming and commotion can be heard.

“Savannah is accusing Y/N to mess with her man! Run, they are in the hall!" students mention as they start running to watch the discussion.

“Oh god, Y/N. I’ll better go and see if I can help her somehow.” Alex gets up and Reggie begins to follow him, but not before turning to make sure Luke is following too. The guitarist makes an irritated face but ends up walking behind his friends.

From the moment they enter the main hall they can hear the screeches of probably the most popular girl in school, Savannah Miller. One of those typical unbearable girls who for some reason always reach the top of the elite in schools despite treating everyone badly.

Y/N Y/L is on the other side of the discussion, she looks calm and even bored. The first thing Luke digests from Savannah's words is that she thinks Y/N was making out with her idiot of a boyfriend during third period. What's interesting about the situation is that Diego cheated on Y/N with Savannah maybe a week and a half ago and had been dating her ever since.

But that's not Y/N's style, no matter how angry she is.

Luke knows her well enough, or so he wants to believe. She was always good friends with Alex and Reggie, and her relationship with them remained strong over the years despite how unstable and fleeting her relationship with the guitarist was.

He's never going to admit how deeply he felt for her. How much it screwed him up that just when he finally began to believe they could be something else, she completely walked away from his life so she could date the man that would end up cheating on her just because he looked more promising at the time. Rich, popular, the quarterback of the football team, the ‘perfect guy’ she said to the boys.

But hey, that's past.

Luke looks up to meet Y/N's eyes on him. In the moment she realizes she was caught, she sneakily turns to Alex, who is just inches from the guitarist and smiles at him.

“Are you actually smiling? You think this is funny?” The girl looks furious, but she's smart enough not to make this a battle of strength.

“I already told you, Savannah. It wasn’t me.”

“I can count, Y/N. Neither you nor Diego were in class."

And that’s when it hits him. The possibility of getting to the top of the pyramid in front of him. Because maybe Y/N is not the most popular, but it is undoubtedly one of the most loved by everyone. Intelligent, caring, beautiful, talented. And she certainly has the status after dating Diego Hernandez for one semester. No one had managed more than 3 months with him and the guitarist thinks that was a good sign that that idiot is not a good idea but well, it wasn’t his choice.

Luke begins to walk towards the center of the circle, Alex tries to stop him but cannot catch his arm in time. Both girls turn to see him surprised, but neither says anything.

"You can go find culprits elsewhere, Y/N was busy with me at the time. You can ask whoever you want and they'll tell you that I wasn't in class during third period either."

Of course, he wasn't there because the trio got into Reggie's old truck to get some hotdogs but no one has to know that.

His hand goes to take her firmly by the hip, just like all those nights that now only remain as memories. He is looking at every inch of her face, searching for her reaction, and is surprised by the naturalness with which the girl accepts the gesture. As if his hand belongs there. And maybe, just maybe, it does.

“Do you really want me to believe this?” Savannah asks, clearly annoyed.

“Y/N and Patterson? There’s just no way in hell. C’mon babe, he’s just pathetic, you could do better.” Diego says out loud as he approaches the scene in the middle of Y/N and Savannah.

There's something about the disgruntled way they both said it that makes Luke want to prove that a girl like her could want him. He doesn’t know how to distinguish if it is pride or insecurity but at the moment he is not interested.

He's barely going to open his mouth to defend himself when Y/N starts talking. "No. You can speak as badly as you want of me but you're not going to bring Luke into this."

Luke lets go of her so he can step back a few inches and see her from a better angle. She’s definitely not calm anymore. Her face looks altered and she is undoubtedly in protective mode. She turns to see him when she feels his hand leave her body but he offers her his hand and she intertwines it between her fingers without hesitation. At this rate she is taking control of the situation so he is going to let her continue and try to achieve his goal along the way.

“I know you need a partner to have any hope of winning the crown, but choosing Patterson is a desperate move.”

And that’s his cue. "If my baby wants that crown I will get it for her. It's that easy.”

“What? I do-” At that moment Luke panics and pulls her by the hand that they have intertwined and with the other holds her face while bringing their lips together. When he reacts to what he is doing he is afraid that Y/N will push him in front of everyone but to his surprise she kisses him back instantly, releasing his hand to bring him closer to the neck.

The kiss is passionate and almost desperate, but it only lasts a few seconds since a voice brings them back.

"This feels like deja vu." Reggie whispers to Alex, they both walked during the discussion towards the circle and are so close that Luke and Y/N heard him clearly.

“Well, we already clarified that she was not with your boyfriend so, I’ll take my girl. It was a pleasure, we should repeat this another day... said no one ever." Luke takes her hand and leads her to the nearest empty living room, Reggie and Alex locking the door behind him.

“What the hell was that crown bullshit? Why did you even cover for me? What are you up to? At least tell me is fun... or that includes you shirtless.” She jokes, a cheeky smile spreads in Luke’s face.

“I need a favor and thought you’ll appreciate an alibi.” She raises her eyebrow in reflex.

“Why would I help you, Lucas?” Luke can only think of how she makes a name as simple and boring as Lucas sound so sexy when she says it. Is incredible.

“Cut the act, beautiful. We both know you've never been able to resist me.” Y/N laughs amused at the boy’s sassiness. She won't admit it but she missed his eyes on her. She missed the way he uses that cocky stupid voice that melts her when he wants something. How he gets closer with each sentence, or his lips on her mouth.

Before she can counter attack, Alex stands in front of the guitarist raising his hands. “I know he’s an idiot, but we really need your help, Y/N. If we want Sunset Curve to gain popularity we have to start here, and this is our last year. Gaining popularity among the elite of the school would help us a lot.”

“We are getting desparate.” Reggie adds, a sad smile on his face.

“And pretending I made out with Luke in third period and getting to be homecoming dance queen and king helps you... why?”

“That crown is literally a test of popularity and status. It would put Luke on the same level as the popular kids like Savannah and Diego. People would be more interested in Sunset Curve after that. For now, for them we are only three good for nothing that one day will not appear around here again. You heard yourself that those two didn't think Luke was good enough."

Her face flushes with anger as soon as she remembers the contemptuous tone of voice they used to refer to Luke. If they hadn't been in the middle of the hall, she probably would have said a lot more than she did. That single comment is enough to make her decide, so without thinking Y/N asks “What do you need me to do?”

“Just play perfect couple with Luke until homecoming dance. Then you are queen and king, Sunset Curve gets the fans we deserve, you get to laugh at Savannah’s face and you can separate next day if you want to.”

“I’m not sure If someone is going to believe it.” She blurts out loud as she glances at the guitarist.

“Oh please, you know each others mouth better than your own names.” Reggie says without thinking, Luke snorted with laughter and Y/N blushes like crazy.

“Yeah, and you used to spend a lot of time together too, two weeks shouldn’t be that hard.” Alex tries to recover the seriousness of the situation to close the deal.

“Okay then. If I can help Sunset Curve and get that smirk of superiority off Savannah's face then sounds good to me. Are you willing to date me, Patterson?”

Their eyes meet again and without a sign of hesitation her now officially boyfriend for the next two weeks, answers.

“Beautiful, you have no idea.”

There is something about relationships that never get to happen that make the heart weigh more, that nostalgia to be stronger, the person more difficult to forget. Luke can't help but remember during the last periods of the day just how good it felt to taste the girl's lips again. Feelings of desire, of familiarity, of belonging. All colliding and going deep into his bones.

He decided a long time ago he didn't do relationships, but if he did, it would have been with her. He was willing to break that rule for her, but she had the final decision and it wasn't him. He accidentally put himself in the perfect situation though. All those what if’s will finally have an answer.

For two weeks he can test what it would have been if Y/N Y/L had chosen him. And when he finally tries the experience he will be free. Free from all the what if’s, free from her, from her memory. And there's also the part of how much the band will benefit. The main objective of doing this, obviously.

The last hour is finally over and Luke sped off toward Reggie's truck. In front of it is Alex already waiting and he can see Reggie and Y/N also walking in the same direction. The four of them regroup and Y/N starts to discuss game plan.

“If we are going to do this, we are going to do it well. There will be a party at Finch's house this Saturday and the three of you are coming with me."

The three members of Sunset Curve make an annoyed face at the words of their friend. "That's exactly why no one supports you. You think you are too cool to hang out with the people but then you want everyone to happily buy your shirts and listen to your music."

“She has a point there.” Alex agrees, and puts his arm around her shoulder.

“Okay, let’s do this. If you all come with me, we can leave early and crash one of those places you usually play. Maybe even have some people of the party to come with us and hear you rock the shit out of that place.” All three smile with bright eyes In response.

“You got yourself a deal, pretty lady.” Reggie says in a flirting tone and winks at her. Luke gives him a light punch on the arm.

"I'll see you on Saturday in my house then, at nine. Goodbye boys." She winks at Luke and walks over to her car, making sure to do a perfect walk because she knows pretty well that the guitarist isn't going to stop watching her until she pulls out of the parking lot.

Luke gives her a perfect smile one last time before Y/N leaves school. These two weeks are going to be weird.

The four members of the band are in the truck, Bobby decided to get out of school recently but a party and a gig sounds like a rad Saturday. Luke gets out and walks to the door to wait for Y/N to come out. When she finally comes down he feels like all the air is coming out of his lungs.

She's wearing the black Sunset Curve t-shirt that he forgot one of the many times he climbed up to the second floor of the house to see her. A short black skirt and one of his red flannels that he probably left there several months ago as well. Black fishnets stockings which he can't help but imagine ripping out with his teeth, her lips in that tone of red that drives him crazy, and her classic black boots that he hadn't seen since she started dating the cheating idiot.

“Genius huh? Is there anything that says more ‘Luke Patterson’s property’ than this? I don’t think so." She smiles proudly and blushes when she notices Luke's gaze locked on her legs. Fishnets may have been included in the outfit due to a certain weakness that the musician has towards them.

The hair that the guitarist is used to seeing in a perfect bun lately, is now loose and tousled. As rebellious as the day he met her, moving in harmonious tune to the rhythm of Now or Never.

Luke reaches out to to entwine his hand in her hair and whispers slowly into her ear “You look... fucking hell, you are not playing fair, baby.” Lightly biting her lobe when he’s done speaking.

They both linger in a trance for a few seconds, considering whether they should just walk in and lock the door. But before they can decide, the boys that already know this story pretty well and are sick of waiting for them while they flirt, get out of the truck. Reggie carries Y/N like a sack of potatoes and between Bobby and Alex take Luke by the arms, putting them in the vehicle so they can finally get to the lame party and then, the gig.

When they finally arrive, the eyes of almost all the girls go to the members of the band, who are definitely dressed for the occasion. Y/N can't help but notice how most of the cheerleaders wink at her boyfriend. Yeah, it’s not real and will last two weeks, but for now she justs wants to forget that part and enjoy the feeling of him being hers.

So she makes a small, harmless gesture to mark territory and puts her hand in the guitarist's back pocket.

Luke turns to see her, an amused smirk on his face. “Jealousy looks so hot on you, I wouldn't mind if you marked my lips with that red lipstick too."

That statement resonates in Y/N’s head. All the times Diego refused to kiss her so as not to stain himself and even forbade her to use that lipstick that for her was part of her brand returning to her head. Followed quickly by every night Luke came down after finishing playing and instantly attacked her lips with his, caring for nothing more than the feel of their tongues fighting for control.

“Not jealousy, just a quick reminder to everyone. You are all mine tonight.” She puts a little more pressure on the hand in his pocket and stands on her tiptoes to kiss the corner of his lips.

“Dance with me?” She asks innocently while giving him a flirtatious smile.

“With you, always beautiful.” He smiles back, winking charmingly.

His hands find hers and she begins to dance and jump gracefully to the rhythm of the music as he spins her around, both singing the lyrics to each other with unmatched energy, happy to be together.

“Tonight I'm gonna dance, for all that we've been through.” She sings with a determined voice, taking the musician by the hair and bringing their faces closer.

“But I don't wanna dance, If I'm not dancing with you.” Luke returns the verse with the same passion, just inches separating their lips. His beautiful and trained voice tends to sound like a more country vibe when he gets carried away and especially in more pop melodies like this, and honestly drives her crazy.

The fact that the rocker at heart gave in to listen to other genres for her and even remembered the lyrics was enough to melt her heart. The last time she was able to let herself go and sing at the top of her lungs like this was with him, listening to a mix of their favorite songs in his car while going for their favorite icecream. Whatever they had was a lot more deeper than what they are willing to admit.

“Did we really just see Luke sing and dance to a pop-country song?” Reggie asks the band, Alex and Bobby behind him laughing at the guitarist who blushes and kisses his date's forehead. “I am not going to discuss this. I'll go get us something to drink." He winks at her and dissapears into the crowd.

“I’ll go too, be right back.” Bobby announces leaving Y/N with Alex and Reggie, who smirk at her.

“It seems that pretending is easier than you thought.” Alex can't stop smiling, Reggie playfully itches the girl's ribs who grins from ear to ear.

"Everything always fits when I'm with him. I ruined my chance. I'm totally aware, and I'm not expecting anything from him, because I honestly don't deserve it. But I plan to enjoy every second of these two weeks that came from heaven to the fullest.”

“You should explain hi-” Before Reggie can finish speaking, Diego appears behind Y/N and tries to forcefully pull her by the arm.

The guys manage to react quickly and release her arm while stepping in front of her. But right away his teammates get behind him.

“Save yourselves the pain, she is going with me.” Diego says confidently, his face showing arrogance.

“Guys, ple-” She tries to stop them from getting hurt, but both step a little forward, determined to protect her no matter the cost.

“You are not taking her, Diego. But you are more than welcome to try.” Alex's voice sounds cool and calm, but Y/N can see how much his hands are shaking and her heart hurts at the sight.

They are all so into their own business that nobody notices the guitarist's return until his lips collide with his girl, who is surprised for a few seconds but immediately recognizes him and gives him space for his tongue to taste her mouth.

They both lose themselves in the kiss for a few seconds longer than necessary and then slowly separate. Y/N grinning from ear to ear as she tries to wipe some of her lipstick off Luke's mouth. He just smirks, as happy as ever.

"Sorry guys, do you need something?" He plays the innocent card. After that kiss, most of the people at the party are watching the scene, so Diego, who looks furious, chooses to leave without saying anything. Right away they can hear a long restrained breath from Reggie and Alex.

“You are a cocky genius, I'm not sure we could have won that one.”

“I’m not sure? Did you seriously think we had a chance?” Alex asks, clearly anxious after what had just happened.

Y/N stands in front of them and throws herself into their arms, whispering how many thanks she can say in a row. They return the hug and begin to relax in each others arms. Bobby and Luke join in the hug, and Luke whispers his own thanks to his friends.

The band decides that it’s time to go and to their surprise, when they let people know that they are going to play at a small club in the center of the city, some decide to follow them. On the way, Y/N spends her time wiping her lipstick off Luke’s face with some wipes she had in her bag, struggling not to press her lips against his every time he made her an adorable grimace or a flirtatious smile.

“You know the drill, beautiful.” Luke turns to see her directly in the eyes, concern on his face just like every time before.

“Front row, not a second out of your sight, so if I need something better wait for you guys to finish performing to get it. Better safe than sorry." She recites, proud to remember every word.

“Thank you, baby.” He smiles a little more calmly, gives her a light kiss on the cheek and starts to help take out the instruments.

They are only doing a few songs from their repertoire, but the energy they transmit drives everyone in the little club crazy. The Sunset Curve members look at a Luke they haven't seen in a long time. The energy and passion in his voice dedicated entirely to the little woman in the front row who sings with all her strength every word and melody, imitating Luke's guitar solos or Alex's drums with her arms.

The 15 students who decided to attend are close to Y/N, trying to get her attention from time to time but nothing can take her eyes off her friends. Not even she knew how much she had missed seeing them play. The look of maximum happiness on their faces.

The last song is one that the little club seems quite familiar with, but she had never heard it before. So it must have been written in the last six months.

“Had my chances, could've been where he is standing.

That's what hurts the most, girl, I came so close

But now you'll never know. Baby, I loved you first.”

The lyrics leave her breathless. Luke, who had made contact with her practically all night, now seems to avoid her eyes like a plague. She definitely has to ask Alex about this song before getting any ideas.

The four bow and get off the stage, Luke launches immediately for Y/N, some of the girls try to get his attention and even try to grab him by the arm or waist but he remains firm until his hands meet his girl's hip.

“What do you think?” Luke's fingers shaking in the grip on her waist tell her he's nervous. The fact that her opinion of them matters so much to him that it makes him feel insecure makes her heart skip a beat.

“It was amazing as always, rockstar.” A huge smile appears on the guitarist's face, who gently takes her face with his hands and kisses her nose. After all, he has to remember that they are only pretending to date and for now he has no good reason to push his lips against hers. It doesn't matter how much he needs her.

The way home is uneventful, Y/N sleeping in Luke's arms while Alex puts the guitarist's red flannel over her.

“Will they ever stop pretending they're ridiculously in love with each other?” Bobby asks Reggie as he turns his head to see the couple.

“They are both stubborn and allergic to real feelings. Especially love. They are so terrified that they have to sabotage themselves somehow.” Alex answers for Reggie who just nods without taking his eyes off the road.

"Do you really have to talk like I'm not here?" Luke asks, resting his chin delicately on the head of the woman in his arms.

Tonight felt unreal. Felt practically like one of the many dreams he has had with the girl throughout these months. Seeing her in his clothes was enough to make the night special, but without a doubt dancing in her arms, savoring every inch of her mouth and seeing her energetically sing each of his songs to end the night with her in his arms is just perfect. Reggie parks at Y/N’s after dropping Alex and Bobby, and as Luke decides how to get her to bed without waking her she sinks deeper into his chest.

"Carry me to the door hotstuff, I like to be in your sexy arms." Luke lets out a cheeky laugh in surprise, another laugh coming from Reggie.

“She’s so asleep, I can’t. Adorable though.” Luke agrees and takes her bag before walking down with her in his arms and carrying her effortlessly to the door.

“Thank you for tonight. I didn’t think I could ever feel this happy and complete again.” She murmurs in his ear before giving him a sweet peck in the lips and enter the house.

What the two of them took from tonight is that indisputably, they are both still head over heels for each other. But it was like that the first time and it just wasn't enough.

Days go by with the couple being the school's favorite gossip. People talking in the hallways about the special way Luke looks at his girlfriend, comparisons about the dry way Y/N used to be with Diego compared to how she is with the guitarist, always touching him somehow and spending all the time with him as possible, visibly much happier. Some also talking about how good the band sounds and wondering why they hadn't heard it before. Everything going according to plan.

On Thursday afternoon, Luke arranged to pick her up for the two of them to find him something formal enough for the dance. When Y/N opened the door she met his beautiful greenish hazel eyes, and swears that for a second she forgot how to breathe.

She knows this scene. He smiles sweetly at her, takes her hand and opens the door of the car for her. Multiple interesting memories inside this car coming back to her mind. His firm hands on her legs, his tongue testing her mouth, his hot moans after biting his lower lip...

“Beautiful? Whatcha thinking?” Luke's voice brings her back to the present, his hand goes directly to her thigh as all that many midnight drives and without saying anything he plays the girl's favorite album.

That’s it. If she wants a chance with him, she needs to make this right. “I- We really need to talk.” Hearing the tone of her voice, Luke senses what is coming. He was here before. So he turns off the car that hadn't even started to move yet and turns to look at her.

"I know we've been putting it off, but we have to talk about how it all ended, I-"

Luke interrupts her before she can finish, his voice sounds broken, sad, angry. "I really don't want to talk about how you preferred an idiot for whom you don't feel the remotest thing just because he'll get a football scholarship and this perfect future.”

She spends a few seconds processing his words. Did he really say what she thinks he said? "It wasn't like that, Luke."

"I know it looks like I can't compete with him, but I would have done anything for you. And I thought you knew that.”

She doesn't know what to do or say. She was so unconscious, so selfish, so heartless, that she didn't even think about how he could have understood the situation. In how much he must have suffered these months watching her with Diego, believing he wasn’t good enough. Believing that she chose someone who wasn’t him, because he wasn’t good enough.

He stays quiet, examining the girl who seems about to cling to tears. The anger evaporates instantly and he leans into her seat to wrap his arms tightly around her. She starts sobbing, but seems determined to talk.

“R- Remember the night we met? It was the first Sunset Curve presentation. I had just entered the little club, but your voice dragged me to the front row like a magnet. And when I was finally in front of the stage, I knew it. It was you. The butterflies that everyone talks about for the first time in my stomach. I knew I could never feel again something even close to what I was feeling at that moment.

I got carried away in your voice, dancing to the rhythm of the melody and recording every sound in my head. And when I opened my eyes again, yours were staring at me. And I understood that you felt it too. It was me, and you knew it. It was so natural, powerful, magnetic, deep. I loved you since the first day, Luke. How is that not going to scare me?

When the feelings started to get so strong they burned, I knew I had to run. You always made it very clear that relationships were not your thing, I could not continue to wait for something that from the beginning you made it clear you could not give.

Then Diego arrived at the right time to give me an exit, and I took it. I knew he just wanted to have me around to raise his good boy status, and feeling nothing was safer than feeling too much. So I lied. I lied to you, to me, to everyone. And I’m sorry, but I was so scared. I was a coward who should have done things differently.”

When she finally finishes pulling out what she's been saving for months, she pulls away from Luke to see his face. His eyes look crystal clear, his cheeks red. But his beautiful white smile lights up his face.

"Next time you love me so much that you can't bear it, let me know, please? I can step on your foot or sneeze in your face. I was literally going to ask you to be my girlfriend that weekend. I even wrote you a song."

“You were? The one you sang the other night?”

“Okay, I wrote you a lot of songs. Maybe too many. But the one I'm talking about is different. Maybe I'll let you listen to it one day. If you stick around long enough this time.”

She smirks and kiss him lightly on the lips, enjoying the feeling of being able to. He knows he reacted way too chill. But he also understands her feelings. What is the point of reproaching her for something they can no longer change? A bad decision made by a love so immense that it left her blind. He is simply not willing to waste any more time. They are finally going to do things right. Neither of them is going to self-sabotage it this time, and since he doesn't trust it, he'll put Alex and Reggie in charge to make sure.

The night of the dance arrives. Y/N is wearing a beautiful black dress and her classic red lips. Luke tried his best to look fancy and he's wearing a pretty cool suit but in a sleeveless version. His still fake girlfriend couldn't stop smiling when she saw him. Just perfect.

Dancing in his arms, letting him go only once in a while to dance with the other three members of Sunset Curve made the night amazing. The rest of these two weeks they spent it talking, laughing... making out. Enjoying the most of the time they lost. Even completely forgetting why they were faking it in the first place, until they ask the candidates to take the stage.

"And your king are queen are... Y/N Y/L and Diego Hernandez!"

They all turn to see Luke in shock. Just hearing their names together is enough to make him frustrated, but there's not much he can do right now. And that's when he remembers what he asked the boys to play for the king and queen's first dance. Great, now dance they’ll dance to his song together. Just his damn luck. He sabotaged himself again without imagining it.

They are crowned and Diego offers her his hand, not without first throwing a face of superiority to the guitarist. She walks but continues straight until she is in front of her lover.

Luke looks at her strangely, she smiles at him.

“But I don't wanna dance, If I'm not dancing with you. Remember?” She sings happily in his ear, and offers her hand.

“Dance with me?” He looks at her adoringly and takes her hand.

“Always, beautiful.”

They walk to the center of the floor, Alex begins to sing the first verse. Y/N rests her head on Luke's chest, her hands around his neck, as he presses her against him by the hip, wrapping her in his arms. His head bent to sing the song in her ear.

“I swear to God, I can see... you're still the girl in the club.”

Tears of happiness begin to flow from Y/N, the words that she never had the opportunity to know, finally getting revealed. Luke's sweet, soft voice in her ear. The perfect melody and the beautiful voice of Reggie and Alex in the background.

“And I need you to know that we're fallin' so fast

We're fallin' like the stars, fallin' in love.”

The moment he sings in love, Y/N lifts her head to meet his eyes. He lifts his hands to her cheeks to wipe her tears, gently holding her face to make sure she sees him recite every word.

“And I'm not scared to say those words. With you, I'm safe.

We're fallin' like the stars, we're fallin' in love.”

The second Luke finishes singing, Y/N stands on tiptoe and pushes her lips against his. Tears of happiness continue to fall from her face, wrapped in a passionate, slow, deep kiss. He's all she wants. Her heart chose him since the very first day.

“I can’t believe one of Luke’s random ideas it's what made them find their way back to each other. Reg, we tried for 6 months and we were never even close. Two weeks ‘pretending’ and bam! they are just fine.”

Both watch the happy couple dance now that they are official.

"You know what they say, Fake it till you make it.” Reggie smirks while watching Luke happily kiss Y/N.

“Fair. At least everything was fixed before we shoved Luke into the pool to see if Y/N would rescue him with a mouth-to-mouth kiss."

“We still could try, you know... for science.”

“Cool. Monday works for me. Do you think that even though he didn't win, we still have a chance to win some more fans?”

Reggie raises his head before answering, a smile appears when he sees the bunch of girls and boys who are spying on them just a few meters away. Probably waiting for them to finish talking to get closer.

“I think Sunset Curve will be just fine too, Alex.”

Thank you for reading✨

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Fic Rec Bingo!!

So instead of Fic Rec Thursday, I thought I'd do something a little different this week and recommend 25 fics based on this bingo card (although it turned into 26, oops). I kept most of these as CM because that's my blog's focus, but due to the nature of the prompts, there are 5 Marvel (Irondad) ones & 1 Sherlock towards the end!

from @lightveils on twitter, but found posted on tumblr by @cywscross <3

1. A fic with a premise that shouldn't work but does

I never would've thought I'd enjoy a fic with Spencer as a little rebellious shit because it seems so ooc, but I loved this one!

las vegas kid by trashcanbarbie - 1.9k, 1ch, Gen/Aaron Hotchner & Spencer Reid, Gambling, Spencer Reid Needs a Hug, Young Spencer Reid, Teenage Rebellion, Protective Aaron hotchner, Pre-Canon, Father-Son Relationship, Teenage Spencer Reid

JJ raises her eyebrows, “so, you're trying to say counting cards isn't cheating?” “No,” he grins, boyish and charming, “it is.”

2. A fic you've reread several times

Discipline Changes by fullofcrazyness - 1.2k, 1ch, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Past Child Abuse, Spencer Reid Needs a Hug, Comforting Hotch

Jack stopped and looked at his dad, finally seeing that his dad wasn’t actually angry. Concerned and relieved, but not angry. He was about to say something when he saw someone in the doorway, white as a sheet. “Papa?”

3. A comfort fic

i'm always tired, but never of you by @iamrenstark - 2.2k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Hurt Spencer Reid, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sad Derek, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Spencer Reid Needs a Hug, Derek Morgan Needs a Hug, Men Crying, Gunshot Wounds, Blood and Injury

When Spencer figured it out, he was stepping out of the elevator on the bottom floor of Quantico, and he went to tell Derek he loved him like he did every day, but he froze up, because he was afraid he wouldn't hear it back. (Or, Spencer thinks his boyfriend is falling out of love with him.)

4. A cathartic fic

Every Little Transgression by @58thacademic - 1.6k, 1ch, Gen, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sad Spencer Reid, Protective David Ross, Protective Derek Morgan, Mentioned Suicide Attempt, Spencer's Backstory, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con, Spencer Reid Needs a Hug, Episode: s03e16 Elephant's Memory

Ok so. Elephants memory was really good because we got Reid backstory. But I'm still annoyed that he didn't defend himself against Hotch. So this was born.

5. A fic you'd print and put on your bookshelf

One Call Away by GhostInTheBAU - 204k, 32ch, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Dubious Consent, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Domestic Violence, Rape Recovery, Referenced Past Drug Use, PTSD, Hurt Spencer Reid, Protective Aaron Hotchner, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Flashbacks, Healing, Nightmares, Suicidal Thoughts, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Eventual Smut

When Reid's boyfriend attacks him, leaving him broken and bleeding, he calls the first person he thinks of for help. He calls the only person he really wants to see. He calls Hotch.

6. A fic you associate with a song

I associate this fic with The First Thing You See by Bruno Major. I think if you listen to the song, you'll easily see why <3

You Make Waking Up Worth It by @guccifloralsuits - 2.1k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Fluff, Minor Angst, Established Relationship, Morning Routines, Hurt/Comfort, Good Things Happen Bingo

“Morning sweetheart,” Derek says, pausing briefly to ruffle his hand gently through Spencer’s hair. The genius nuzzles into the touch but doesn’t reply. It’s too early for conversation, Morgan knows. Pretty boy may get up earlier than he does, but it takes the younger a lot longer to really wake up.

7. A fic that inspires you

This fic could have been in so many categories because I adore it, but I wouldn't have started writing Rain is a Chance to be Touched without this fic so it definitely belongs here.

Forgive Me For All I Could Not Become by @degrassi-fanatic - 105k, 20ch, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Canon Divergence, Getting Together, Angst, Case Fic, Confessions, Complicated Relationships, Near Death Experiences, Friends With Benefits, Smut, Miscommunication

In which Reid has always been good at hiding things. He hid his father's departure and his mother's illness from social services. He hid his addiction from his team. He hid his sexuality from the world. He hid his inappropriate feelings from his boss. That is until he's bleeding out in Hotch's arms, in an abandoned church, in Oklahoma. From there on out, Hotch and Reid learn to make a complete mess out of each other.

8. A fic that brought you on board a new ship

Even though it's unrequited, this was the first fic that really had me going !!! at Penemily <3

Another Wide-Eyed Girl by mallfacee - 2k, 1ch, Gen/Derek Morgan & Penelope Garcia, Penelope Garcia/Emily Prentiss (Unrequited), Coming Out, Internalised Homophobia, Derek Morgan is a Good Friend, Friendship, Gunshot Wounds, Episode: s03e08 Lucky

Derek Morgan is handsome and calls her “baby girl” and smiles at her like she’s the only girl in the room. Penelope Garcia knows she should be swooning and all she can think is that there must be something wrong with her not to react to a man like that giving her all this attention. Two years later she meets Emily Prentiss and understands.

9. A fic you wish could be a movie

Listen, I adore the soulmate trope, and an angsty moreid soulmate movie? Fucking sign me up right now

i need you now but i don't know you yet by @iamrenstark - 3.1k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Hurt Spencer Reid, Hurt Derek Morgan, Mutual Pining, Soulmates, Hurt/Comfort, Buford Mention, Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Together, Season 5

It goes like this; Spencer hasn't spoken to his soulmate since he was ten, didn't know their gender or their name or a single thing about them. Spencer's soulmate doesn't want him, and that's okay.

10. A fic that led to you making friends with the author

I'm doing two because fuck you that's why

This was one of the first fics I read of Adam's and I immediately fell in love with his writing! And I'm pretty sure that we ended up becoming friends after I rec'd it!!

Plum Sauce by @goldencatchflies - 1.5k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Jealousy, Platonic Morcia, Episode: s07e13 Snake Eyes

Garcia tells Spencer about what she thinks happened between her and Derek. He doesn’t seem too happy about it...

I read this from Syd and absolutely loved it, and like with Adam, we became friends from there! (I mean technically husband and wife, but, y'know. Semantics.)

You Belong With Me by @spencerspecifics - 11.4k, 1ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Song Fic, Getting Together, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pining, Fluff

A fluffy Moreid fic based on You Belong With Me by: Taylor Swift

11. A fic you associate with a place

This reminds me of a chilled Sunday afternoon on my old sofa in my living room, with the fire on in the background. I read it all in one sitting and loved every word <3

Metanoia by @makaylajadewrites - 39k, 16ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Canon Typical Violence, Implied Rape/Non-Con, Implied/Referenced Torture, Established Relationship, Near Death Experiences, Frostbite, Rape Recovery, Suicidal Thoughts, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Autistic Spencer Reid, Drug Use, Eventual Smut, Eventual Happy Ending

Oh, Derek… He couldn’t stand the thought of him bursting in with SWAT in tow, gun at the ready, only to descend those creaky stairs and find his naked, bleeding body, vacated of life, crumbled on a red-stained mattress. The realization that he was going to die at the end of this was catching up to him, but maybe it would be better that way.

In which an unfortunate resemblance to an unsub's victims puts Reid right on his radar.

12. A fic that made you gasp out loud

Gasp out loud might be a *bit* of an overreaction, but this one took me on a rollercoaster and I loved every second of it (all of bau-gremlin's fics will do that to you tbh)

The End by @bau-gremlin - 3.1k, 2ch, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Graphic Violence, Stabbing, Blood and Injury, Temporary Character Death, Hurt Spencer Reid, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt Aaron Hotchner, Sleepy Cuddles, Protective Spencer Reid

The famous interview with Chester Hardwick ... except Hotch and Reid get separated and Reid is left alone with Hardwick and a prison-made shiv.

13. A fic you found at the right time

You're Going to be Okay by fullofcrazyness - 2.6k, 1ch, Gen/Aaron Hotchner & Spencer Reid, Dark, Suicidal Thoughts, Depression, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Suicide Attempt, Sad Spencer Reid, Hurt Spencer Reid, Depression, Protective Aaron Hotchner, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending

Spencer was no stranger to depression. His father leaving him, his mother’s episodes, being twelve years old in a Las Vegas high school. All of those things made him very familiar with the illness. “I… I think I need some help.”

14. A fic that you would read a fic of

Chain Reaction by EloquentDossier - 42k, 16ch, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Alternate Universe, Texting, Dialogue-Only, Text Fic, Self-Esteem Issues, Fluff, Angst, Implied/Referenced Past Drug Use, Canon Divergence, Pining, Oblivious Aaron Hotchner, Happy Ending

A dialogue-only AU in which Hotch texts what he thinks is Rossi's new number but is actually the slightly eccentric stranger whom Hotch knows only as "Spencer." What follows is something neither man could have ever quite expected.

15. A fic that made you laugh out loud

The Bet by @degrassi-fanatic - 1.6k, 2ch, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Bets & Wagers, Humour, Fluff, Canon Divergence

“Fifty bucks says Hotch writes you up and sends you to sexual harassment sensitivity training.” she declares as she stares him down. Without looking away from her, Reid takes out his own wallet and flips it open to pull out a fifty dollar before placing it down right next to Prentiss’s own money. “Fifty bucks says Hotch will go out with me.”

16. A fic that gave you butterflies

The healing and dynamics in this one is just.... off the charts :')

Who Spencer Reid Loves by @blueberriesandbubbles - 36k, 11ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Rape/Non-Con Elements, Abusive Relationships, Domestic Violence, Abuse, Hurt Spencer Reid, Mutual Pining, Rape Recovery, Healing, Fluff

Derek Morgan has been in love with the resident genius as long as he's known him. When Spencer enters a relationship with a mystery man, Derek is unhappy. He is even more unhappy when he meets this man. Spencer starts acting different and Derek knows something is wrong and he has a feeling its connected to the man Reid is dating.

17. A fic that embodies something you value in life

The utter and total love and devotion in this fic just punches me right in the gut every time I reread it

A Little Fall of Rain by jack_hunter - 4.3k, 2ch, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Spencer Reid Whump, Autistic Spencer Reid, Major Character Injury, Secret Relationship, Team as Family, Dad Rossi

Morgan crept up behind the doctor and snatched the headphones off of his head, earning a yelp of a protest as he slipped them over his own ears. “Les Mis?” Morgan asked with a quizzical look, “didn’t peg you as the musical type, Pretty Boy.” Spencer snatched the headphones back. “I’ve always loved the theatre and I went to see Les Misérables with-... a friend last Friday.”

18. A favourite AU

The Curious Case of Dr. Reid by severaance - 37k, 10ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Transgender Character, Fluff, Trans Spencer Reid, Light Angst, Getting Together, Developing Relationship, Smut, Insecurity, Happy Ending (Warning for Homophobic & Transphobic Slurs)

"And your names for the order, please?" The barista asked, eyes flickering expectantly between the two before her. "Spencer," she answered, although she was not talking to the barista. "I'm Spencer." The man before her had the same idea. "Derek."

19. A fic you stayed up too late to finish reading

I stayed up one night and read pretty much all the marvel fics this author has written, but this was the last one that I simply could not resist. The next day wasn't pretty :/

The more you say, the less I know by forthenightisdarkandfullofterror - 13.9k, 3ch, Gen/Irondad, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Temporary Amnesia, Protective Pepper Potts, Not Endgame Compliant, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Blood and Violence, Hurt Peter Parker, Whump

Tony wakes up from snapping with amnesia and for the life of him can't remember the kid hanging around, claiming to be 'just an intern'. Feelings get hurt.

20. A fic that made you feel seen

heavy in my bones by hopeless_hope - 4.4k, 1ch, Gen/Irondad, Chronic Pain, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Peter Parker, Whump, Father-Son Relationship, Dad Tony, Worried Tony Stark, Angst, Chronic Illness, 5+1 Things

Five times Peter lied to someone about his chronic pain, and one time he told the truth and got the help he needed.

21. A fic you love without knowing the source material

(I mean this is literally all marvel fics but I'll rec this one because I loved it so much)

the locker room by searchingforstars - 15.5k, 3ch, Gen/Irondad, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con, Hurt Peter Parker, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Mental Health Issues, Misunderstandings, Arguing, Miscommunication, Crying, Whump, Angst with a Happy Ending, Rape Recovery

Peter's falling apart and he doesn't know how things will ever go back to normal again after Ryder.

22. A fic you've gushed about IRL

Genuinely, this fic is better than most published fiction I've read...

The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principle - 220k, 37ch, Gen/Irondad, Hurt/Comfort, Sexual Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Physical Abuse, Alternate Universe, Hurt Peter Parker, Foster Care, Identity Reveal, Slow Build, Disordered Eating, Homelessness

Ben and May divorced before Peter’s parents died, so when Ben is murdered Peter goes into foster care. It takes just a tiny taste of superpowers for Peter to decide he doesn’t want to put up with his horrible foster father anymore—the streets are infinitely more appealing. All he wants is to be Spider-Man anyway.

So he leaves. Simple.

Simple, that is, until Iron Man needs Spider-Man’s help. Peter isn’t about to turn down an opportunity to fight alongside Tony Freaking Stark, but he also isn’t going to let his hero know that his recruit is a fifteen-year-old homeless dropout. So they strike a deal. Peter will help Tony. In return, the mask stays on. And that’s when things get complicated.

23. A fic you still remember many years later

The Transport Series by ancientreader - 135k, 2 works, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Backstory, Canon Drug Use, Childhood Sexual Abuse, Physical Disability, AU, Important Character Death, First Time, Developing Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, BDSM, Humour, Fluff

How to become a consulting detective. // Jim's lessons are hard to unlearn.

24. A fic with a line or two that you've memorised by heart

"He has held up buildings and nuclear bombs and whole entire countries on his back. Peter’s body is the heaviest thing he’s ever held."

when my body won't hold me anymore (where will I go) by @madasthesea - 4.4k, 2ch, Gen/Irondad, Temporary Character Death, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Father-Son Relationship, Hurt Peter Parker, Crying, Forehead Kisses, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Medical Inaccuracies, Hugs, Platonic Cuddling

But he knows. He knows. He can feel it. Peter’s dead. Peter Parker watches as Tony carefully arranges his limbs on a cot. “Mr. Stark,” he tries for the dozenth time. No one hears him.

25. Free Space

And to round it off, we have to celebrate the fic that really and truly welcomed me into the CM fanfic world...

Chanel by @4x24 - 24k, 7ch, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Getting Together, Spencer Wears Makeup, Friends to Lovers, Light Angst, Canon Compliant, Canon Typical VIolence, Humour, Fluffy Ending, Pining, Smut Heavy

Penelope mentions offhandedly one night that she thinks Spencer might look good in makeup. Spencer takes the suggestion to heart. Derek likes the new look - and Spencer - more than he probably should. (Season 4)

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