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Sugar and Cinnamon

Loki x female reader (AU) / 18+

Chapter 3

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

Warnings: none so far, contains fluff, angst, morally grey stuff and smut (eventually), some teasing, sexual tension and some lustful feelings but I think it's still a slow-burn love story.

A/N: I had some struggles writing this down, it took me several days to get it right. Maybe this chapter still sounds better in my head than the written lines. But I hope you all like reading it.

A big thank you @poetic-fiasco 💚❤️ for a phrase you created in a completely different context (you know which phrase I mean) and for allowing me to use it. It's just two words but they fitted perfectly that evening 😅

Loki stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows in the large living room of his penthouse in Jersey City, New Jersey and enjoyed the first rays of sunshine in the morning. He loved the fantastic view from here over the Hudson River to the amazing skyline of Manhattan in the light of the rising sun. How far he had come. He still quarrelled with what he had done to this city and its inhabitants and the sick plans he had to rule this planet as their king. Fortunately, he got stopped right in time, further damage was prevented and after realizing his mistake, a mistake he made because he was being tortured and forced, he got the chance for redemption. He had made good use of it. The beast was annihilated in close combat and not at least because of his help and his extraordinary skills to talk, to lie, to trick, to use his magic and to fight.

In the beginning, many of the Avengers were wary and didn't trust him. But his brother never gave up on him, he never lost his trust in him or the love he had for him. Loki would always be grateful for it and yes, he loved his brother, too. Indeed. After many times in over ten years of proving his loyalty, his sense of justice, his negotiation skills and his will to fight for the right things, literally and figuratively, they all became friends, more or less, and since two years, mostly working as an ambassador and negotiator, he was allowed to live alone without any kind of “babysitting”. Of course, his brother still kept an eye on him and so did Tony Stark. But it became more and more a kind of visiting each other than controlling him. Loki was fine with that. He knew some things needed time to be forgiven and living under the radar when he came back to New York twelve years ago, under a fake name and in solitude, made things easier for him. People came to New York and also left this city again. It happens frequently in a metropolis with millions of population and also people forget easily in the fast pace and hectic of today's time. It also wouldn't be long anymore before he would have served his sentence and he would be free to go wherever he wanted.

While watching the first Staten Island Ferries launching for the Statue of Liberty and just clothed in black sweatpants, one hand in his pocket and a mug of coffee in his other hand, he was thinking of you. He still felt your body and your warmth in his arms. He shouldn't. He decided to live alone, unattached to a woman. He had his brother and his friends and that was already more than he deserved. Also, love and relationships never ended well for him and he was tired of getting his heart broken over and over again. Maybe a sinner like him with blood-drenched hands didn't deserve the love and affection of a woman at all. He was fine with only having sexual affairs from time to time with faceless, nameless women to satisfy his carnal needs.

But it has been a while now since he had a woman tangled in his bedsheets and getting a lusty distraction from his loneliness. He'd love to have physical contact again but not with another faceless woman. If he would share a bed with someone again it had to be you. You had entered his life and he couldn't get you out of his head. He loved your appearance, which was surely a fassade or sort of a costume, he was well aware of that. If there was someone who could relate to it, it was him. There was much more he liked about you, the lovely and decent woman behind that masquerade. He had already seen some tiny little glimpses of the real you, who were shoved into a situation you seemingly never wanted. He liked your attitude, sassy and cute, you were eloquent and smart. You knew what you wanted and what you did not want.

The little mistake you had made at the dining table didn't bother him at all. Nobody is perfect and he knew exactly what he was talking about. It just made you more adorable. But how realistic was his wish to sleep with you? You had made it very clear that you weren't interested in getting sexually involved with him. And he had told you the same. And wouldn't it be inconsequential to change his mind now? He also struggled with the ‘sex-only’-thing when it came to you. Didn't you deserve more and better? You shouldn't sleep with someone like him. Knee-deep in blood, sin and guilt. Guilty of murder. Guilty of having tried to conquer a planet and subjugate the people of Earth against their will. Your people. If you knew his real identity you would hate him. Abysmal hate from the bottom of your heart perhaps. You were an angel and he was the sinner. Heaven and hell. You two had nothing in common, nothing was binding you. You were his escort, his distraction. His distraction from pain and loneliness. And he was just your client, one of many who paid you for your service, who paid the money you urgently needed for who knows what. But he hated that other men touched you, and spent time with you. He knew his blood-drenched hands weren't worthy to touch you at all but other men weren't worthy to touch you either.

Damn, he shouldn't have danced with you. Because now he wanted the feeling of you in his arms over and over again. Yes, it did things to him and that evening, when he physically was so close to you it wasn't easy for him to suppress an erection. But this urge to hold you in his arms again wasn't just sexual. He wanted to feel your warmth, your closeness again and not least he wanted to enjoy your company again. And he wanted to take care of you. A care you surely wouldn't want or need. He didn't deserve you but he wanted you, wanted to be with you, no matter what and he must find a way to avoid that other men would ever lay an eye or a hand on you or take advantage of you.

All of this was the reason why he wanted to book you for next Saturday. He had already sent an email to your agency promptly after your first date and expected the confirmation for the appointment during the day. He would go to the opening of a small art gallery with you, an event he actually didn't want to go to. He didn't really like to go to exclusively social events without a business background. He had decided otherwise now because it was a perfect reason for booking you to escort him to this event …and to see you again. You came into his life and only then he realized how utterly lonely he was. Maybe at least it hadn't been a good decision to live a life in solitude. Should he ask you for a shared night? Would you agree? Would it be too soon and too offensive to ask you? If you'd agree to share the bed with him, you’d have to follow some of his rules because there was still this one thing he could never let you know.

Besides all of this, he would give you all the money you needed without getting anything from you but it seemed you would never take his money without giving something in return. He was sure you wouldn't even ask him for money and you probably had good reasons for it. Loki took a sip of his coffee, reached for a random book on his impressive bookshelf and tried to distract himself by reading a few lines. He made himself comfortable on his sofa and began to read. It didn't work. His thoughts always drifted back to you.

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What should you do now? You sat at the table in your apartment, your lunch untouched on a plate next to you. You weren't hungry. There was a lump in your stomach and it took away your appetite. How should you manage all of this? Your studies, the bills, the increased rent for your apartment and your mum's nursing home, visiting her on Sundays, daily dates with men you had to escort to functions, and from now on appointments for the weekends, too. You should focus on your studies and finish your degree to get back to a serious, well-paid job again. You didn't want to work as an escort lady for the rest of your life. But your study was so expensive that you ran out of money sooner than expected. You still had some saved money but you needed it for something else so you wouldn't touch it.

There have been times when you had all the money and possibilities to afford an apartment like this, your mum's nursing home and the care for her, and a nice life with all its amenities. And because of one silly mistake your whole life crashed down. But maybe you didn't deserve it any better. You sat in front of your laptop and stared at the files of your bank statement and your busy schedule. Now there were some options. There were just two if you were being honest. You could twist and squirm all you want, you wouldn't earn enough money, not even as an escort. You could move into a much cheaper and even smaller apartment which wouldn't be easy in Manhattan, unless you liked to live in a rathole. But you had to try it and in the worst case, you would live in a rathole, for heaven's sake. Also, you could earn some more money a bit faster if you…the thought made you cringe but you had to do it, you had no other choice. But there was only this one man imaginable for you, the one who had told you, he only wanted to be escorted by you and nothing more. And after that dumb mistake at your first real appointment with him, you had been sure you would never see him again. Luke Larsson was a man who didn't accept unprofessionalism. And yet he had been very nice to you and you appreciated it.

You took a sip of your coffee and calculated your financial issues for the umpteenth time. It was to despair. Would you ever find a way out of this fucked up situation? Sometimes you wished you could go back to your little village in the south of Great Britain, back into your little happy bubble, far away from trouble, bad news and harsh reality. Back to the times when you baked cinnamon rolls with your mum every Sunday afternoon. Life was peaceful there but those times were over. Welcome to reality!

Taking another sip of your coffee, you were closing the laptop lid, when a pling was signalling an incoming email. You opened the laptop lid completely again and opened the mail. It was from Rhea. She had promised to send you the further details of Luke's next appointment with you.

Hey dear,

I hope you're doing well. As promised earlier, here's the update for your appointment with Mr. Larsson.

It's on Saturday afternoon and I hope this fits your schedule. It's a gallery opening so I hope this information helps to choose the right clothing appropriate to the occasion.

Mr. Larsson will wait for you at the gallery, Walker will drive you there. He'll pick you up at your home at 3 pm. If you have any further questions, feel free to call me and please mail me your confirmation for this appointment so I can inform Mr Larsson.

PS: please remember the date with Mr Rogers tonight. I'm sorry that he had booked you at short notice. Have fun!

Take care, dear

Rhea

Luke had booked you again. He really wanted you to escort him again and you still couldn't believe it. Thank goodness he was not resentful and hadn't told Rhea about your stupid mistake. He gave you a second chance and you looked forward to seeing him again but you felt nervous at the same time. Things were getting real now. Should you offer him your advanced service? He didn't flirt, that's what he made very clear to you but the way he danced with you and looked at you has been very close to it. And it felt good. You barely remembered when it was the last time someone had looked at you like he did that evening.

Anyway, will he say yes? Why should he say yes and also pay for it? He could have any woman he wanted, they surely lined up at his door to spend a night of debauched passion with him. This man was pure sex. Women probably fling themselves at him daily. Your heart clenched painfully when you pictured him with other women, more lovable and more desirable than you. But you had no right to judge him or the other women for it. You had no right to think and feel like that. At least he was a man with carnal needs. You didn't have an exclusive right to meet him. It was the other way around, he decided if he wanted you to escort him or not. You should better be grateful that Luke wanted to meet you again.

You should give it a try and offer him to sleep with you. Couldn't be that difficult. It was just sex, right? You never cared much about sex, you never understood what the fuss was all about. Your exes never had much patience with you when you needed a bit longer to feel satisfied and maybe you had always been the problem. So what. A quick fuck, in and out and in between moaning a little horny and he would be done in three minutes. You were good at faking orgasms. Pretending you enjoy it as much as he does shouldn't be that difficult for you. He wouldn't even notice it, men never noticed. You always thought you would be too decent for that, having sex with a client but you had already fallen so deep…and fuck decency. Life gave a shit about it…so why should you!

For now, you should focus on your next date tonight, Mr.Rogers. You would meet him at a dancing hall. You like dancing and for now, it would be a good distraction from your current problems. It seemed a bit old-fashioned to go to a dancing bar where they played old classics from the 40's and 50’s but you were sure you would've fun and a decent gentleman at your side tonight. And after tonight you had just one more date and then it would already be Saturday, when you would see Luke again. A little smile curved your lips and you headed to the bathroom to get ready for tonight. It was time for Sugar's performance.

Your date for Friday night got cancelled. You were already waiting at Vivian's Velvet and having your obligatory glass of champagne at the bar when Rhea sent you a message. Your client got ill but maybe he just changed his mind. It didn't happen very often but it happened. Well, you had a free evening now, and you still got paid because it wasn't your fault the date was cancelled so you had some time to think about some rules and boundaries for sexual intercourse with clients. Or should you better say, rules for having sex with Luke? There were definitely some things you wouldn't do and you should be well prepared for a clarifying conversation. No perverse shit, no hard-core sex and the most important thing: no kisses! And falling in love is strictly forbidden, for both sides. Sex only!

You would never fall for a client and you would never fall for Luke Larsson. Not for his stupid, soft obsidian curls, not for his broad shoulders, his strong arms or his long legs, not for his incredible charm, or his beautiful eyes, not for his devastating smile, no matter how handsome he was or how fast he made your heart beating. He was your client and that's all he'll ever be.

On Saturday morning you've gotten up early to have enough time for grocery shopping, doing the dishes and cleaning up your messy apartment. Books and papers for your studies and clothes, your normal ones and those you had worn for your dates, were spread all over the floor, chairs, the table and the sofa. The daily appointments on weekdays had a deep impact on your daily routine. You were so tired sometimes that you didn't have the energy to clean everything up daily. And from now on you won't have the weekends either to relax a little bit. So you were in a hurry now because your appointment was already in the afternoon today and you still had to shower and prepare yourself for the gallery opening. You weren't sure if you were ready to ask Luke if he wanted to sleep with you but you'd definitely ask him. The pressure to earn more money quickly was getting higher and you've come to terms with it that you had to expand your service.

After showering you looked through your closet to find an adequate outfit for a gallery opening. You decided to go for an elegant, refined trouser suit in pastel pink, combined with a white blouse with a deep neckline, and white high heels. Underneath you wore white lace underwear. You loved this sexy set of bra and thong but it let you look more innocent than you were. You hoped Luke would like it, in case he would accept your offer tonight. With your hair in a tight bun with the knot deep in your neck and dark pink lipstick on your lips, Sugar was ready to meet Mr Larsson.

Walker drove you to the gallery where Luke was already waiting for you. Walker got out of the limousine but Loki gestured to him that he wanted to open the door for you. The moment you got out of the backseat and took the hand he was offering you, you were directly under his spell again. He looked so dapper and seductive in his suit which was midnight blue, combined with a tight-fitting white shirt, its collar open, his beautiful neck on perfect display. His look was completed by black Oxfords and a silk scarf around his neck. The scarf shimmered in the darkest shades of blue and green you had ever seen. The scent of his cologne was alluring and you wanted to bury your nose into his soft hair that framed his incredibly beautiful face perfectly. Indeed, he was a god in a suit or maybe he was the devil himself. A handsome devil, seductively hot, ready to take you with him into his den of desire, ready to burn with you in hell. Damn it, your imagination was running too wild.

“Good afternoon, Sugar. Thank you for coming. I'm glad to see you and you look beautiful again”, he greeted you gentlemanly and you came back to reality.

“Good afternoon, Luke. Thank you for your compliment…I think I look a bit like candy floss…,” you answered jokingly and turned in a circle once, a big grin on your face.

“Sorry, I don't quite understand…” Loki said and looked quizzically at you. For him you looked lovely, like a beautiful, sexy angel.

“Candy floss, it's mostly pastel pink and… made of sugar… nah, forget it, it was a bad joke,” you smiled at him and shook your head lightly and Loki smiled back at you. He looked so pretty when he smiled. “Thank you for booking me again. It's a pleasure to accompany you to the opening.” you continued kindly.

“Don't worry, it wasn't a bad joke. I just don't know what candyfloss is and to me, you look beautiful,” he told you. It was what he honestly thought and he could imagine that you probably taste sweet like sugar. “I hope you like art?”

“Oh yes, I do. I'm already excited to have a look at all of the artwork.” You replied genuinely and Loki smiled contentedly at you.

“Then let's go inside,” and he offered you his arm which you took gratefully. It felt so good to touch him.

Inside, you two were greeted by a middle-aged beautiful woman who was the gallery owner and an old friend of Tony Stark. She gave you a short introduction to the artworks in her gallery and that you should feel free to get drinks, canapés and sweets from the buffet. Just from the way she looked at Luke, you could tell she was enchanted by him and you couldn't blame her for it. But you felt something inside of you you should better not feel at all. It felt as if she would take him away from you and he wasn't even a friend of yours. You should better not forget what you were for him. You were his escort, something like a fake date and he was your client. While he was still in conversation with different people who seemed to know him, you strolled through the exhibition until you stood in front of a painting you couldn't keep your eyes off.

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Loki tried to end the several conversations he was drawn into, quickly because you were already on your way through the gallery and he wanted to spend the time with you and not with random guests who came to the opening. First, he couldn't find you, there were so many people in there but around the next corner, he finally found you.

You stood in front of a painting you couldn't stop staring at. A painting with a golden elegant vase filled to the brim with all sorts of wildflowers, tulips, roses, daffodils, lilies, and peonies, loosely arranged in it. As elegant as the vase was, as wild and untamed were the flowers. Loki couldn't stop staring at you and enjoying the view of the woman he began to care about. It touched him how fascinated you stared at the painting and how you were able to zone out the world around you. You literally bathed in the effect of the picture which it obviously had on you. He gave you further moments of enjoyment before he walked towards you, his hands in the pockets of his trousers.

“Do you like it?” He asked you politely

“Yes,... it's beautiful. I don't know why, it's just…the flowers, the colours…it just put a spell on me. The flowers are pure life, colourful, beautiful, wild but destined to wither and die because they got cut but still…they are pure beauty and I can literally smell their various wonderful scents.” You were still captivated when you whispered under your breath so Loki couldn't hear it “... and they remind me of home…like your British accent…”

“Yeah, it attracts us, it's winning us all over whether we want it or not. Some things have this effect on us,” he replied and walked closer to you.

Loki had an idea why you liked the painting that much. The motif reminded him of you: elegant and pretty as the vase, and wonderful, wild, free, untamed and colourful as the flowers. But if he would paint this picture of you right now, the vase would lay shattered on the floor and the flowers were crushed and stepped on, everything broken and sad. That's what he saw whenever he looked into your eyes and he wished he could help you with more than just his money.

“Is that so, Luke?” and you turned towards him.

“What do you mean? “ He looked at you from above. He was so tall and so close to you. It was now or never. You knew if you wouldn't do it now, your courage would leave you faster than you could imagine.

“What is it that attracts you?” and your one hand softly caressed his outer thigh, travelled upwards over his really adorable butt, kneading it gently, and then farther upwards to the waistband of his trousers. Your actions went straight to his cock which twitched against the confinement of his slacks. Your gaze was pure seduction and your hand on his body was hot like fire. He grabbed your wrist at lightning speed.

“What are you doing there, Sugar?” he murmured darkly, frowning.

“Testing the waters. Testing if you're really not interested in flirting. I can feel some…tension between us, if you know what I mean,” you whispered and your gaze wandered down from his eyes over his lips and his body to his visible bulge. Were you really capable of doing this to him? Or did he just get hard because you might promise him a quicky? Your gazing down at his manhood didn't go unnoticed by Loki. What were you up to?

“Stop being naughty, Sugar,” he growled darkly.

“Why? Don't you like it when I touch you?”

“We have a deal. Don't forget about that. And besides, you have no idea what you're asking for.”

“Really? Maybe I know exactly what I'm asking for. And deals are negotiable,” your words were dripping like honey from your mouth.

“No! And you have no idea what it means to tease me!” Loki responded firmly.

“Uhhh…now I'm curious. Don't play hard to get, handsome,” you cooed.

You knew you were playing with fire. But didn't all men say things like this? And then they promise you endless pleasure just to be done in three minutes or so, leaving you unpleasured and you were sure he wasn't any different. You were used to it and it didn't matter. But maybe you were completely wrong. Seeing him how aroused he got, aroused you too and you wanted to feel him close. Much closer than you had already felt him when he danced with you. You wouldn't evolve feelings for him, never, absolutely not but all of a sudden your body craved attention, touches and some adoration. Against your expectation, you almost felt bad to let him pay for having sex with you. But you were an escort, not his girlfriend and the escort lady got paid, period!

“Wanna sleep with me tonight?” Your shameless offer caught Loki off guard and he immediately let go of your wrist. He played it cool and his facial expression turned to stone. He couldn't believe that you offered him your body so willingly. He should refuse it. But then you would ask another guy and he couldn't allow that. Who knew how another guy would treat you? He also couldn't deny that he wanted you, that he craved your touch and your attention. But what the hell made you do this?

You grabbed the loose ends of his scarf and pulled his head gently down and him closer towards you so you could speak right into his ear.

“There's nothing to it, Luke. Just two needy bodies, giving each other some pleasure to get some steam off. What do you think? ”

What were you thinking? What if he declined your offer? He could have any woman in this city and he wouldn't even have to pay for it. You weren't any special, just expensive to book, and if he says no you would've made a terrible fool out of yourself.

“I think you still haven't an idea what you're asking for…I'm not a tender lover,” he grumbled.

“It doesn't matter, tenderness is for beginners. I'm not scared of you.”

It was just the half of the truth. It didn't matter because the few men you had been with hadn't been overly tender but you were afraid of him, not in a bad way though. You had a lot of respect for him, he radiated dominance and masculinity and it aroused you, he aroused you and that was what made you fear him. He made you feel good and safe and that scared you.

“Do you offer this…special service of yours to other men, too? Despite that, you told me you're done with men.” He had no right to ask you this. He had no right to be jealous or possessive. He shouldn't go too far, you weren't his and you could do whatever you wanted. But it made his heart clench when he thought about other men touching you.

“If I do, it's none of your business! And I'm free to change my mind about men. I do what I want.” You whispered firmly into his ear.

How dare he ask you that? It was a normal thing many escort ladies did and there was nothing wrong about it. It happened frequently and consensually. But you didn't judge him for that question and it didn't surprise you that he thought you offered sex to your other clients too. He couldn't know you weren't doing it.

“I won't discuss it with you. So, your decision …do you want me or not?” you purred into his ear.

“Are you really sure you want it? If so, to be very clear, don't expect anything more than just the physical act. I just copulate, don't expect any feelings of love from me. Nothing will change that." His voice was pure velvet in your ear and his warm breath fanned over your neck to your cleavage. It made you shiver pleasantly.

“Well, that's fair enough. I'm not looking for love, as you should know.”

“We still see it the same way then.”

“We do, Luke”, and you loosened your grip on his scarf, put your hands on his chest and let them tenderly travel down over his pecs to his midriff before you took them off of his gorgeous body. Even clothed you could feel every perfectly defined muscle.

Loki had goosebumps all over his skin. You made him feel too comfortable around you and to his astonishment, this feeling wasn't just sexual.

“So we have a deal?” you wanted to know.

“We have a deal”, Loki confirmed. Your hands travelling down his torso hadn't helped get rid of his erection, not in the slightest.

“Then let's go to my hotel later. It's one of the best in Manhattan. I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun. Scottish whisky for you, champagne for me and…nearly whatever you want, including me.” You were so nervous. Would he like you? Could you satisfy his needs? How rough would he get? You'd definitely need a glass of champagne before you could let him touch you and a cigarette afterwards.

Nonetheless, you'd try to enjoy it. He was such a gentleman and you were absolutely sure he would treat you well and respectfully. And he smelled so good. It was like a drug. Also, you had some rules and if he wouldn't respect and accept them, you would definitely not sleep with him. And you had Walker, he would always protect you.

“Nearly whatever I want? What does that mean, Sugar?” he questioned softly.

“What I said. But I have rules. Strict rules.”

“Of course, you have. And I have mine. We should talk about them later. I don't think it's the right place here for that”, he whispered.

“Yeah, I suggest we settle the matter later in the hotel. Walker will drive us there”, you offered him.

“That's a good call”, he answered, nodding in agreement.

“Fine.” You licked your lips and bit lightly into your lower lip. Loki gasped inwardly. Why were you doing this? Suddenly he turned his head to the side.

“Is everything okay, Luke?”

“I don't like how that guy looks at you”, Loki growled quietly.

“Which guy?” you wanted to know.

“The guy across from us” and you followed Loki's gaze.

“Let him stare.”

“Absolutely not. You're here with me. No one stares at you like this”, Loki murmured and he put his arm possessively around your middle and pulled you close to his side. Absolutely no one was allowed to look at you like this when you were with him.

“He's just jealous of you, Luke. Maybe he likes my trouser suit...or he's a peeper. Don't worry, I'm still your arm candy”, you tried to calm him down but you couldn't suppress a grin.

If looks could kill, the poor guy would die in an instant. You put an arm around Loki's waist and placed your other hand on his chest. His heart was beating so fast, like yours and you both looked at the guy. Loki with a death stare and you with a bright smile. You loved this game you played together. And it made your heart swell that he got angry just because of a random guy who looked at you. None of your exes had been like this. Under different circumstances, you two would be a wonderful couple. The guy immediately looked away, obviously feeling embarrassed and frightened, and turned around.

“Would you please take your hand from my chest?”

“Just in case you let go of my waist.” you offered him sweetly.

“Sorry, I didn't want to…” and he cleared his throat.

“It's okay, Luke, don't worry. We're going to get much closer tonight…Shall we look for some canapés and drinks? It seems, you could need a cooling down”, you said with a quick look at his crotch. Was there a rosy shade on his perfect cheeks? “…oh and I want a dessert…”, and you took him by his hand and pulled him with you to the buffet.

“You and your desserts”, he laughed, amused.

“You should try them some day”, you smiled brightly at him.

“No, thanks, I'm good”, Loki answered, trying to sound serious.

After having some drinks and snacks, you ate the final bite of your dessert and licked the last bits off of the spoon and your lips. Loki was wondering if you did it on purpose. It seemed you liked to tease him and to add to the sexual tension that was obviously still buzzing between you two. It was still palpable. You knew how to seduce and it made you even more desirable.

“Shall we have a look at the other works in the gallery before we leave? I'd like to see them.”

“Anything you want, Sugar. We have time, don't we?”

“I hope so…or are you eager to get to the hotel soon” you teased him.

“I might be horny but I can control myself.”

“Really? That's rare. Most men can't wait to blow their load,” you answered lasciviously and smiled knowingly. You wondered where your self-confidence came from. The thing that was to come was new terrain for you. Shouldn't you feel more nervous? But maybe this was just how you tried to downplay your nervousness.

Loki smirked and rolled his eyes.

“You really amaze me. You're such a beautiful and decent woman but you've such a filthy mouth.”

If only he knew. If you ever have been decent, your decency would soon be gone. At the latest when he fucked you. He would see you differently then and maybe he would also lose his respect for you. And that was one of your biggest fears.

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deliciousangelfestival · 8 months

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Nero Rose || Mob!Steve Rogers

Character: Mob!Steve Rogers x Detective!Reader

Warning: None

Words Count: 1,539

Summary: She has bad blood towards the famous gangster leader called Steve Rogers. With his influences, he sent her to the outskirts city. Then one day, you received a called that said Steve Rogers wanted to talk to you. When you come back and meet him again, something terrible happens.

This is the story of the enemy-to-lovers.

A/N: Reblog and any feedback are much appreciated. I love reading all your comments. 💖😘

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A crowded street, sounds of car horns, smell of piss. All the little things made you miss New York.

It's been 8 months since you left the city. It wasn't your choice to be exact. You left because the head of the police demoted you from detective to traffic police.

You want to protest but it's impossible since your opponent is the powerful mob in the city.

Steve Rogers is the king of the mafia. His power in business, politics and network in the underworld made him unbeatable. No one can bring him down.

Until you did.

You found the drugs and weapons that connected to Rogers. You got him good. And the media and citizens also support you.

But you have no support when it comes to law and politics. The almighty Steve Rogers has given money to the judge and governor that could give them a third family. He also paid the best lawyer.

In the end, he only spent 3 nights in jail and went home. While you got sent to the outskirts city. You hate your boss and everyone. It took a while for you to accept the new life you have.

When you started to let it go, you suddenly got a call from the chief of police.

-Flashback Start-

He said, "Steve Rogers got stabbed."

You don't understand what's the point he told you this "Cheers for me. You want me to attend his funeral? I will wear white."

"He's still alive."

You scoffed "Too bad."

"He's a victim but he doesn't want to talk. He said that he only wants to talk to you."

-Flashback End-

That's why you return to New York. You want to see the look on his face, being pale and weak after getting hurt.

But before that, you're going to buy flowers. A gift for sick patients. You picked a perfect one for him. At the flower shop, you pointed at one flower. "I want that one."

The shop employee is an elderly woman. Her name is Sienna. You've known her since you were a kid. She's a joyful and funny grandma.

Sienna raised her eyebrows and looked at the flower you chose. She picked the flowers one by one. "That's an odd choice to visit a sick person. It means 'You're dead to me.'"

You smirked "Is that what it means? Even better."

You gave her the money after you received the flower bucket. "You're the best Sienna. I'll see you tomorrow."

She gave a warm smile "Bye, Y/N ."

You arrived at the hospital and immediately saw one of his trusted right hands. Bucky Barnes. He's standing outside while smoking.

He put out his cigarette when he saw you "Detective Y/N."

You rolled your eyes "Fuck off. Where is he?"

Bucky scoffed and brought you to the VIP room. Before he opened the door, you could hear people talking, and laughing from inside the room.

When the door got open, and you walked inside, everyone turned silent and looked at you. All of them are wearing black suits.

8 months without seeing any mafia made you forget that you just entered enemy territory.

You gathered any courage that you had and walked towards the patient. You expect Steve to be pale, weak, and lying motionless on his bed since he got stabbed.

But your expectations betrayed you. In front of you, Steve Rogers is sitting like a boss with a half robe opened that shows his torsos tattoos. His hair even got combed to the back. He doesn't look sick.

"Aww, you bring me a gift. Thank you detective Y/N."

There it is. He always finds a way to make you angry. He knew you're not a detective anymore. You hate to admit it, even though he's a jerk, gangster, and narcissist. His face and his body are your type.

Many fish in the sea but why do you have to like a man like him?

You clicked your tongue and then gave the flower to him "I ordered this for your funeral to be honest."

"Thank you doll." He handed the flower to his subordinate. "Did you buy this from the Sienna flower shop?"

"How did you know?"

"From the wrapping paper, the ribbon. I'm her loyal customer." He winked at you.

Well, that's something you learned from him. Perhaps he bought flowers for his girlfriend.

You cleared your throat then grabbed a note and pencil from the pocket of your leather jacket.

"So what kind of person would dare to stab the gangster leader? That culprit must be crazy or a serial killer."

Suddenly the room turned quiet. Everyone is looking at you, including Steve.

"You're right. Not even my rival dared to pick a fight with me. I could feel it. It's not them."

You crossed your arms "Why did you ask me to come here?"

"Since you left the city is not safe anymore. See? I got hurt. And, perhaps I missed the time we spent together."

You gritted your teeth. Geez, his words could make anyone misunderstood. The moment you spend with him is at the court or police station.

The police station became an event. Paparazzi is always there, the media, he even invites a private chef to bring his lunch and dinner.

When you interrogate him, he always has wine beside him. It's impossible to make him stop since he got the best lawyer Matt Murdock. The famous lawyer who defends crooked people and always wins.

You should've known that you have lost.

"Enough with the jokes. What do you want?"

"I'm offering you a chance to come back. I want you to investigate my case."

"Why?"

Steve tilted his head a bit "Because… I don't know. Maybe because I like playing with you."

You raised your voice "So you made me fly 4 hours to come here just for this?!!!"

Steve nodded.

Oh, how he loves to see you being mad. That's his plan from the beginning. He still holds the grudge for you to make him stay in jail for three nights.

-Flashback Start-

Steve was furious for sure when he got the letter from the court. He is the mobster leader in the city. How come a newcomer detective like you has the guts to put him to jail?

The audacity of ungrateful people. What's the point of bribing the police every month? They should've put a good leash on their member.

Every second and every minute all he can think about is what he should do with you if both of you meet. Quick death or slow death.

But he thinks of another plan when he finally meets you face to face. You're a new sheriff in the town. He wonders what kind of brilliant mind you have that made you able to catch him.

When you interrogated him, you were fierce and fearless. Even the chief of the police told you to calm down but you wouldn't listen.

Since that moment you got him interested.

-Flashback End-

You suddenly stood up and sighed "If I had my gun, you would be bleeding right now."

"Is that a threat detective? Because I'm scared."

Bucky shook his head by looking at both of you. He turned his head to watch the TV. He widened his eyes when he saw the headline news.

He turned up the volume "Steve, you should see this."

Both of you stopped arguing and looked at the TV.

"Breaking news. Another stabbed victim at the well known flower shop called Sienna Flower's. The victim is a 77 years old female. Witnesses said the victim was closing the shop when she got stabbed. The paramedics informed us that the victim got stabbed on the chest and lost her life on the way to the hospital."

You gasped. "Sienna." You couldn't believe it. You just left the shop for an hour and something terrible happened. You lost your old friend.

On your left, Steve only sees red. He clenched his fist. Sienna is a sweet old lady. His mother always went there and he always bought flowers from that shop for his mother.

What kind of heartless person wants to hurt a kind person like Sienna? He will chase the culprit until the end of the earth.

"Boys."

"YES BOSS!!!"

"Gather everyone to check on that area. Everyone gathered all the information. I will kill that person by myself."

All his subordinates left the room after they got the order.

After they left, Steve tried to stand up from his bed "Urgh."

When he touches his left waist, you finally see his wound. It's still bleeding.

"Are you crazy? You can't move yet."

You're right. The stabbed wound was deep. If the painkiller runs out, this wound will be painful. The doctor told Steve that couldn't move his body freely for a week. And he doesn't want to get another stitch.

Suddenly he got an idea.

Steve leaned his body towards you and whispered in your ear, "Detective do you want to work together to catch who killed Sienna?"

You looked at his eyes. It never crossed your mind to work together with gangster leaders like Steve Rogers. But with his mafia connections, you could catch the culprits quicker.

"Heck yeah."

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king of my heart - pt 13 (final)

and all at once, you are the one i have been waiting for king of my heart, body and soul and all at once, you're all i want, i’ll never let you go

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: it’s a year later, and ben has a special surprise in store for your birthday <3 warnings: just some suggestive content! word count: 3.3k

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a/n: we’ve reached the end! (how fitting that it’s chapter 13 if i have any taylor fans here!) i’ve loved writing this story so much and am so appreciative of all your lovely feedback. as some of you have asked, i definitely plan to write more ben fics and have some in the works already! but my inbox is always open so feel free to shoot me a request if you have something in mind and i’ll see what i can do :)

one year later...

The next year of your life, thankfully, is significantly less hectic and stressful than the one before it.

The Euros come to a close, and although the boys lose by one missed penalty kick yet again, there is a lot to be proud of. You know how frustrating it is for Ben to be so close to victory and watch it slip away, but you try to remind him that he went from being unable to walk to helping his country advance to a European final within months. It was an incredible feat, and you won’t let him forget that.

He’s back in the swing of the pre-season with Chelsea shortly after. As the season begins, you resume your routine of going to see him play at the Bridge, often with Charlotte or your brother Max tagging along.

You still worry like crazy whenever you see him lunge for the ball or watch him get fouled, but those fears do subside over time. He has an amazing season, often proving himself to be one of the best players on the pitch, and eventually the injury that plagued him for so many months feels like a distant memory.

You have your own triumphs at work, too - by spring, you’ve secured a major promotion with a significant raise. Ben rents out an entire rooftop bar to celebrate you, inviting your family and all of your friends. It’s completely over-the-top, but you love him for it.

There are challenges, too, of course.

Charlotte gets offered a fancy new job in New York that is too good an opportunity to pass up. You know she has to go, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less when the day comes that she has to pack up and move across the world.

She’s been your best friend as long as you can remember, and you’ve never lived apart from her. You can visit each other and FaceTime every day, but it won’t be the same.

She and Mason decide to call it quits rather than try long distance, and although it’s an amicable breakup, it’s hard to watch your little group fall apart.

“It will be okay,” Ben murmurs in your ear, hugging you close after you’ve just dropped Charlotte off at the airport. “I know you’ll miss her, but you guys will always be best friends.”

“I know,” you mumble against his chest, letting his warmth and the gentle motion of his hands rubbing your back soothe you as you fight back tears. “It just sucks right now.”

Ben nods and kisses your forehead, pulling back to cup your face.

“I know I can’t replace Charlotte, but we can go home right now and drink rosé and watch Sex and the City if it will make you feel better,” Ben offers.

You can’t help but smile at that - Ben always poked fun at you and Charlotte’s Thursday night routine, and it’s not exactly his cup of tea, but he would do anything to cheer you up right now.

“Thank you, babe.”

Another Premier League season comes to an end, and you and Ben are stronger than ever.

You’ve settled nicely into a domestic routine since you officially moved in over a year ago now. You decorate the house and start hosting dinner parties for your friends. It’s hard to imagine the certified bachelor Ben was when you met him being so into helping you make dinner or arranging flowers for the table, but you can tell how much he loves it (even if he’ll insist you did all the work when your guests arrive).

You‘ve grown particularly close with each other’s families, too. Ben’s sister Alex will come visit on weekends and you’ll take her shopping before going to one of Ben’s games or a concert or whatever else might be going on that weekend. Max comes up for a week to tour universities, and Ben goes with him to check out the campuses while you’re at work.

In early June, you face another milestone - your 25th birthday.

It’s a bittersweet day for you. On one hand, you’re thrilled that Ben is home and able to celebrate with you for the first time in your relationship. Football kept him away for the past 2 years, international training and then the Euros occupying him. You know he felt terrible about it, although you assured him a million times it wasn’t his fault, and he seems quite excited to be able to make it up to you this year.

On a much sadder note, you and your dad had made plans to go to Paris for your 25th birthday back when you were a little girl obsessed with the Madeline books. You didn’t have a ton of money growing up, but he had promised you that he would make it work, and it was incredibly painful for both of you when he got sick and you knew you would never make it to Paris together.

Although there’s a bit of a pang in your chest when you wake up the morning of your birthday, it does fade when you smell coffee and freshly baked pastries.

Your eyes flutter open to the sight of your shirtless boyfriend holding a breakfast tray, a wide smile on his face.

“Good morning, birthday girl,” Ben says, placing the tray next to you before leaning over to kiss you gently. “Happy birthday, baby.”

“Thank you,” you smile, making room for him to sit next to you and admiring the array of pastries and fresh fruits he’s laid out for you. “This looks amazing, Ben.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, babe,” Ben grins, pecking your cheek. “I have two years of birthdays to make up for, remember?”

You laugh and roll your eyes affectionately as you take a big bite.

“In that case, what have you got planned for me?” you ask inquisitively with a mouthful of croissant, making Ben chuckle.

He reaches into his bedside table drawer and pulls out a small rectangular jewelry box that looks about the right size for a bracelet.

“Oh, you’re on fire this morning, Chilly,” you joke as you accept the box from him.

“Just open it,” he encourages you, suddenly looking a bit nervous.

With a raised eyebrow, you open the box, which does not contain a bracelet, but rather a miniature figure of the Eiffel Tower.

Your heart clenches in your chest. You had told Ben about your plan with your dad a couple years ago, when you first started dating, but you never expected him to remember.

“Ben…” you begin to say, your eyes welling with tears.

“We don’t have to go, it’s completely up to you,” Ben says quickly, placing his hand on your arm. “I know it was your plan with your dad, so if it’s too much, I completely understand. We can go anywhere else in the world, or we can stay here. Whatever you want.”

You shake your head, grabbing his hand and looking up at him as you wipe your tears with your other hand.

“No, babe, it’s perfect,” you say, voice thick with emotion. “I just can’t believe you remembered.”

“Of course I did,” Ben says softly, running a hand through your hair. “I know it won’t be the same, but you deserve the birthday you always dreamt of.”

Tears are fully streaming down your face now, but they’re not tears of sadness. They’re tears of joy that you found a man you know your dad would’ve loved, a man who consistently blows you away with how much you love him.

“You’re amazing,” you breathe, pulling him into a tight hug and burying your face in his neck as he continues to stroke your hair. “I love you so much, Ben, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, baby,” he murmurs into your hair. “Any more special requests before we leave? The flight’s in three hours, but it’s private, so we have some time.”

You’ll chastise him for spending so much money on you later, but for now you just pull back and nod with a smile on your face.

“Well, I obviously have to pack,” you say, “but first, I had another birthday present in mind. One I think you’ll be happy to give.”

Ben grins, making quick work of discarding your breakfast tray and even faster work of discarding your sweatpants.

It’s a very good birthday present.

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Your first night in Paris is a dream.

You go straight from the jet to the room Ben booked for you at the Four Seasons, with your own private terrace looking out at the Eiffel Tower. There’s a bottle of champagne and most beautiful bouquet of white roses you’ve ever seen waiting for you upon arrival.

You quickly freshen up and get ready to go for dinner, putting on the red dress that’s been sitting in your closet for months, waiting for an occasion like this.

“You look incredible,” Ben breathes, staring at you in awe as he walks out of the bathroom and sees you putting the finishing touches on your makeup.

You stand up and turn to check him out as well. Ben always dresses fairly fashionably, and you love him in baggy shorts and a t-shirt just as much as anything else, but the suit he’s brought for your fancy dinner tonight is making him look particularly irresistible.

“Damn, you’re not so bad yourself,” you tease, meeting him halfway for a kiss.

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him languidly as his hands find your waist and tug you closer. You don’t know if it’s the Parisian air or the glass of champagne you just downed, but you feel incredibly intoxicated by your charming boyfriend right now. Some combination of his warm hands on your waist, the scent of his aftershave and the way he looks totally irresistible right now is making it a challenge not to tear that suit right off of him.

However, you know he went out of his way to get you a reservation at one of the best restaurants in Paris, so you restrain yourself. That can wait until after dinner.

“Let me take a few pics of you before we go,” Ben mumbles, his low voice near your ear spurring you on even more.

You oblige, posing on your balcony in front of the incredible views and then taking a few photos with the beautiful bouquet of flowers he got you.

“So beautiful,” Ben murmurs under his breath as he snaps your picture about a dozen times more than necessary.

“Enough with the paparazzi, let’s go,” you joke, grabbing him by the hand and leading him toward the door.

The car is already waiting for you downstairs to take you to dinner, and Ben’s hand immediately finds your thigh as you get settled in the back of the black SUV.

“Hey, babe,” you murmur, covering his hand with yours and looking at him. “Thank you so much for this. It’s seriously the best birthday of my life. Not just because we’re in Paris and you’re spoiling me like crazy, but because I get to spend it with you.”

Ben’s eyes are flooded with emotion, and it’s clear that your words struck a chord with him. He looks like he might cry when he grabs your hand tightly.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, darling,” he says softly, a twinkle in his eye. “We’re just getting started, though. I have more surprises in store this weekend, believe it or not.”

You have no idea how he could top all of this, but you also know he loves a challenge.

“Is that so?” you say with a quirked eyebrow, shifting closer to him so you can kiss him.

Ben grins, his hand sliding around your waist, and deepens the kiss as you zoom past all the city lights.

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The next two days are a haze of romance, sex, laughter, and pure, unadulterated joy.

After your birthday dinner, which was the most incredible meal you’ve ever had, you went straight back to your hotel and didn’t leave until afternoon the next day, tangled in the sheets with Ben for hours on end.

Afterward, you spend your time taking long walks around Montmartre, drinking amazing wine, and soaking up the atmosphere of the city. You recognize so many places from you and your dad’s many internet browsing sessions, and Ben goes to great lengths to ensure you get to do everything on your list.

He asks you while you’re having lunch at Cafe de Flore on your last full day if it’s hard to be here without your dad, and while it’s certainly bittersweet, you don’t feel sadness.

You still miss your dad, of course, but your relationship with Ben over the past two and a half years has helped you process your grief in much healthier ways. You feel lighter now than you have since he first got sick all those years ago.

Your last evening before returning to London tomorrow so Ben can head out to the England training camp comes around far too quickly for your liking.

As yet another surprise in a long string of them since you woke up the morning of your birthday, Ben books you a private boat tour on the Seine so you can take in the city from a new perspective.

As you’re standing at the front of the boat, looking out at the magnificent architecture and the sunset over the skyline, you truly couldn’t feel more relaxed.

Then Ben’s arms wrap around you from behind, and you realize you were wrong - this is true peace.

You lean back into him, grabbing one of his hands that’s resting on your stomach.

“It’s so beautiful,” you say, “I never want to leave.”

“I know,” Ben sighs. “I wish we didn’t have to go home tomorrow.”

“Me too, especially because it means you’re leaving me again,” you pout, turning slightly in his arms to press a kiss to his jaw.

Although you’re certainly used to Ben being away, whether it’s for a training camp or a game out of the country, it doesn’t really get an easier. You have a hard time sleeping when he isn’t home, and your anxiety that something will happen to him during the game only triples when you can’t be there in person, probably as a result of your not being there when he tore his ACL in Brighton.

It’s a small price to pay for a life with him, but you still complain about it.

“You know I would stay home with you all the time if I could,” Ben murmurs against your cheek. “Although you would probably get sick of me.”

“Not possible,” you sigh in response, unable to conjure a witty joke about how you like having the house to yourself right now.

Standing here in the most romantic place on earth, wrapped in his embrace, you’ve never been more in love with him.

“I’m gonna get us some more champagne, you want some?” Ben asks you after a moment, and you notice he’s gone a bit tense before he lets you go.

“Sure, babe,” you reply, watching him walk across the boat before you turn back to continue admiring the sunset.

As the lights on the Eiffel Tower begin to twinkle, signifying the start of the hour, you can’t help but swoon in delight. You’re certain life can’t get any better than this.

And then you turn back to see if Ben is on his way with the champagne, and you’re immediately proven wrong.

Your boyfriend is there before you on one knee, holding an open box with a sparkly ring inside, staring up at you with stars in his eyes.

“Oh my god,” you breathe, nearly losing your balance as your hand covers your mouth. “Ben…”

“Y/N Y/L/N, I love you more than anything in the world,” Ben begins, making your heart beat faster. “You changed my life in so many ways. Before we met, all I cared about was football. And then I stumbled upon the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my mate’s backyard at a party I didn’t even want to go to, and my world turned upside down.”

You feel tears begin to stream down your face as you remember that first night in Mason’s backyard, the instant connection that formed between you and Ben as you hid from the rest of the partygoers.

“I fell for you harder than I knew was possible. You made me feel so alive, you made me remember why I loved football in the first place. You’ve been there for me through every good day and every bad day, every win and loss. You got me through the hardest year of my life, giving me nothing but love and support even when I didn’t deserve it.”

Ben is crying at this point, too, his eyes full of tears as he continues to hold your gaze.

“I’ll never deserve you, Y/N, but I would love to spend the rest of my life trying. I want forever with you.”

You’re already nodding your head, unable to form words, before he can ask the question he’s building up to.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you manage to choke out between small sobs, nodding your head. “Yes, Ben, of course I’ll marry you!”

Ben’s eyes light up with joy, his obvious nerves dissipating. You don’t know why he was so nervous, as this is pretty much the easiest decision you’ve ever made. He jumps to his feet and strides toward you, and you immediately fling your arms around him and hug him tightly.

“I love you so much,” you sob into his shoulder, feeling him squeeze you even tighter.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” Ben mumbles into your hair, rocking you back and forth in his embrace.

He eventually pulls back to slide the ring he picked out on your finger, and you glance down and admire it. It’s a beautiful diamond, but not overly extravagant, matching your taste perfectly.

“It’s beautiful, Ben.”

“Charlotte helped me pick it out,” he admits, still holding your hand in his.

“You told Charlotte you were going to propose?”

“Yeah, I believe her exact words were ‘about time’,” Ben chuckles. “I also told my mum and asked your mum and Max for their blessing, so I reckon it would’ve been fairly embarrassing if you’d have said no.”

“I’m sure they all knew I would say yes,” you smile, grabbing his face and planting a long, passionate kiss on his lips.

Ben kisses you back with the same intensity, gripping the material of your dress in his hands as he pecks at your lips, then your cheeks and neck.

“I love you so much,” Ben says again, tears still leaking from his eyes as he cups your face. “Thank you for making me the happiest man alive.”

You feel incredibly content and filled to the brim with excitement about what the future holds as you look up into the beautiful blue eyes that stole your heart in the first place.

“I can’t wait to marry you, Ben Chilwell.”

Ben leans in and kisses you once more - a kiss filled with a million promises.

“I can’t wait to marry you either, my love.”

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Can you write a raph oneshot where reader comforts raph after the kraan incident and gets him a giant plushie

notes: yuhhhh i need to be doing more oneshots anyways :D I hope you like it and apologies for the super duper long wait!

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It'll Be Okay, Big Man

You know it's crazy how fast society moves on as a whole after the world was so close to ending.

It's crazy how quick they just forget four mutants stopped an alien invasion.

Even as the city was being cleared of the debris, torn buildings, the weird ooey-gooey bubble gum looking fungus? Not even scientists knew what to call it. Either way, even as they seen the evidence something big had went down in New York City everyone just seemed to move on, making jokes about it for clout and giggles, nobody seemed to be too shaken at what happened, yeah?

Humans just seem to be silly like that. They don't acknowledge anything that they don't fully understand. Well, while society as a whole moved on, forgot that the sky opened to make way for a huge alien spaceship that seemed to come from the back of a fucking Lebanese shawarma restaurant, forgot about how it looked like a deadass apocalypse went down in New York, there were a few that acknowledged what actually happened- you could even go as to say they were in the center of everything that went down. They were probably the ones that made the spaceship explode, they were probably the ones that made the sky close back up, they could have been the reason New York was able to go back to whatever was trending that week. Don't ask me who, I probably wouldn't know.

It's hard to move on like the news channels decided they would when you were in the middle of it.

Who are these people? I know you're waiting for me to shit it out

Raphael was having a lot of trouble moving on like those silly humans did.

Those stupid thoughts wouldn't leave his head like he wished they would. This wasn't like him at all, he was so out of it. He doesn't even remember what he did under the Kraang's control if he was being deadass. Part of him wishes he did but the slightly bigger part was grateful he doesn't.

Raphael couldn't help but think it was his fault, what exactly? Everything. From the very beginning, to the end of it where it almost ended in his younger brother getting stranded in a whole ass different dimension with something his dad would've told him wasn't real because monsters didn't exist, it was Raph's fault.

Everything that happened that day still haunts him, and he hasn't told anybody about it.

Raphael hasn't told anybody how he gets little flashes- little visions- images- whatever you wanna call it- little touches- feelings- it doesn't matter. It was evident to him that the battle he had to fight internally to win the external was far deeper than he thought. 'Tough shit,' he wants to tell himself. He tries- he really does, he wants everything to be normal again, those little arguments with Leo he could deal with, they always made up- but more importantly he just wants that sticking feeling to go away.

Raphael felt dirty.

You had a feeling Raph wasn't being honest with you. He seemed... off. That's sugarcoating it, he seemed as if he was ready to break down at any moment- any second- you felt it coming.

So there you were heading, to him, you'd already sent a text explaining you on the way to the lair, ready to see your boyfriend. He seen the text and had replied with an 'okay! <3' to which you smiled at softly and picked up your pace, you and the teddy bear in your hand. You were gonna dominate the world with that motherfucker, jus look at 'im!

Earlier, you had decided to put a little gift basket together for your boyfriend. You'd figured he'd needed some extra loving right now, he wasn't so great at hiding it. That- or you knew him very well. Why can't it be both?

You put little pieces of candy you were sure he liked, a king sized bar of Twix because let's be fucking real, they're better than your grammies cookies. You'd included little plushies, a blanket, a little album of pictures with his family- you and April included, and the teddy bear which was currently in your other hand.

Raph would like it, and you hoped it would make him feel better, at least bring a sense of comfort to him in his state. Maybe added cuddles and kisses would help if it didn't. For once, you were confident in your ability to give gifts to people you actually like. The chances of him liking it were higher than the chances it would make him feel worse so you figured- hey! why the fuck not?

You're such a good partner.

Alas, you arrived at the lair, goodies in hand, high hopes for your reptilian boyfriend. You walk some ways to find Raph in his room, curling a dumbbell whilst sitting on his bed. You smile and walk towards him with the gifts in hand, "Hey teddy bear," im sorry i visibly cringed. "How are you?" You ask, testing him, will he lie and tell you he's fine? Will he open up to a conversation about it? You hoped it was the second option.

Raph's face lights up as he sees your good looking ass, even more so as he sees you brought gifts too. "Heya sugar! Raph's doing just fine," Liar "how about you?" He smiles and gets up, placing the dumbbell down and pulls you into a gentle hug. "You brought gifts?" He adds with a smile.

You decided to ignore his little lie, as you were going to bring it up in a bit anyways, instead, choosing to answer his questions. "I'm doing alright," you add with a smile, reciprocating the hug best you could with the things in your hand. "Yeah, I figured you needed a smile." And that was your first attempt to attack the situation.

Raph raised a brow, and allowed you to put the stuff down, and sit on his bed. He joined you, the bed dipping at his added weight. "Why do you say that sweetie?" You knew him better than he thought.

"Well," You start, "Lately you've been off, and by 'off' I mean you seem upset. Upset with yourself. And you've been on edge." You finish, looking at him, scanning his face, and you came to the conclusion he was about to break. "Do you want to talk about it?" You gently ask, placing the teddy bear in his lap.

Raph sighed, so many things, so much stress, so much fear. Damn. "I'm not a good brother." He says quietly, so quietly you thought it was in your head. After convincing yourself he actually spoke and you didn't hit your head that fucking hard in the morning, you sigh quietly and bring him closer to you.

"Why do you say that?" You murmur quietly, rubbing his arms in a comforting manner. You scan his face for any clue, hint, anything that might give it away (thought you were sure it was the reason you had in mind). His eyes welled up with tears and you sighed. "You don't have to tell me right now." You assured him softly, you'd figure he would talk about it when he was ready. You look to the basket of stuff and a soft smile comes across your face, he needed a small distraction right now.

"Hey Raph," You start and he looks to you with glossy eyes, giving a hum in response, you offer a small sympathetic smile to your boyfriend in return and reach for the basket and had it to him. "You never got to look at what else was inside, would you like to do that instead right now?" You ask and a small smile makes it's way across Raph's face. He clears his throat and nods, "Sure thing, sweets." He looks at you in gratitude as a silent way of calming down and thanking you for it.

Raph opens the basket and his small smile turns into a brighter grin, "Aw baby, my favorite candy! I knew keeping around would do me some good!" He gives you a wet kiss on your cheek making you giggle and swat at him with pink cheeks. "Hey!" You couldn't keep the giggles from escaping as you tried to sound mad at him for his comment, "What did you mean by that?!" Raph chuckles and shrugs, "Don't worry about it." He replies. As he looks through the basket he finds the little plushies and immediately his sadness is gone. "Baby!" He pulls you onto his lap and squeezes you tight (always careful to never be too tight), he pulls out the blankets and wraps them around you both, immediately feeling back at home. He finds the album and immediately you feel some weight lift off of his shoulders as if you two were one.

You two spend the rest of the night flipping through the photo album under the blanket as he snacks on his candy, plushies all around you guys, problems pushed aside for now. It was just you and him.

Raphael's problems were nowhere near gone, nowhere near fixed and if he sat quiet for long enough he would feel that need to be cleansed- he would feel dirty again.

Even though that may be true, he simply didn't feel it when you were there to make his mood better, it didn't erase his problems, no,

but he knows you'll always be there to tell him,

"It'll Be Okay, Big Man."

#fizzytried #fizzyusedabraincell #tmnt raphael #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #rottmnt raph #rottmnt oneshot #rottmnt angst #comfort #x reader #reader insert

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1989 (Taylor’s version) songs as BL/GL Characters - Part 1

Welcome to New York - Chris and Amm (Friendzone 2)

When we first dropped our bags on apartment floors

Took our broken hearts, put them in a drawer

Everybody here was someone else before

And you can want who you want

Boys and boys and girls and girls

[…] Like any great love, it keeps you guessing

Like any real love, it's ever-changing

Like any true love, it drives you crazy

But you know you wouldn't change anything, anything, anything

Blank Space - Sand and Ray (Only Friends)

Saw you there and I thought "Oh, my God, look at that face, you look like my next mistake, love’s a game, wanna play?"

[…] Ain't it funny? Rumors fly and I know you heard about me

So hey, let's be friends, I'm dying to see how this one ends

Grab your passport and my hand, I can make the bad guys good for a weekend

So it's gonna be forever or it's gonna go down in flames

You can tell me when it's over, if the high was worth the pain

[…] 'Cause we're young, and we're reckless

We'll take this way too far, it'll leave you breathless or with a nasty scar

Got a long list of ex-lovers, they’ll tell you I'm insane

But I've got a blank space, baby, and I'll write your name

Cherry lips, crystal skies, I could show you incredible things

Stolen kisses, pretty lies, you’re the King, baby, I'm your Queen

[…] Wait, the worst is yet to come, oh, no

Screaming, crying, perfect storms, I can make all the tables turn

Rose garden filled with thorns, keep you second guessing like “Oh, my God, who is [he]?"

I get drunk on jealousy, but you'll come back each time you leave

'Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream

Style - Prapai and Sky (Love in the air)

And I should just tell you to leave 'cause I

Know exactly where it leads, but I

Watch us go 'round and 'round each time

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

[…] Just take me home

Out of the woods - Akk and Ayan (The Eclipse)

When you started crying, baby, I did too

But when the sun came up, I was looking at you

Remember when we couldn't take the heat?

I walked out, I said "I'm setting you free"

But the monsters turned out to be just trees

When the sun came up you were looking at me

[…] Are we out of the woods yet?

All you had to do was stay - Kim and Chay (Kinnporsche the series)

Here you are now, calling me up, but I don't know what to say

I've been picking up the pieces of the mess you made

People like you always want back the love they pushed aside

But people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye

Hey, all you had to do was stay

Had me in the palm of your hand

Then why'd you have to go and lock me out when I let you in?

I wish you would - Nim and Mollie (The Warp Effect)

I wish you would come back

Wish I'd never hung up the phone like I did

I wish you knew that I’d never forget you as long as I'd live

And I wish you were right here, right now

It's all good, I wish you would

I wish we could go back

And remember what we were fighting for

Wish you knew that I miss you too much to be mad anymore

Bad blood - Todd and Black (Not me)

Cause baby, now we've got bad blood

You know it used to be mad love

[…] So take a look what you've done

Oh, it's so sad to think about the good times, you and I

[…] Now we've got problems and I don't think we can solve 'em

You made a really deep cut

Wildest Dreams - Tharn and Phaya (The Sign)

Say you'll remember me

Standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams

How you get the girl - Mon and Sam (Gap the series)

Say it's been a long six months

And you were too afraid to tell her what you want […]

And then you say, I want you for worse or for better

I would wait for ever and ever

Broke your heart, I'll put it back together

I would wait for ever and ever

And that's how it works

That's how you get the girl

This Love - Pat and Pran (Bad Buddy)

Your kiss, my cheek

I watched you leave

Your smile, my ghost

I fell to my knees

When you're young, you just run

But you come back to what you need

This love is good

This love is bad

This love is alive back from the dead

These hands had to let it go free, and

This love came back to me

This love left a permanent mark

This love is glowing in the dark

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Pro Wrestling Illustrated: 1995 THE YEAR IN WRESTLING. March 1996

WRESTLER OF THE YEAR: DIESEL 24,209 votes

Had Diesel decided to be content with the WWF World tag team or Intercontinental titles, no one would have held it against him. After all, he already had come much further than nearly anyone had expected.

It isn’t what Diesel expected. He thirsted for more, and he got what he wanted. He also received Wrestler of the Year honors for 1995.

Three days after the 1994 Survivor Series, Diesel obliterated Bob Backlund in eight seconds to capture the WWF World title. All he’s done since then is prove his surprising victory was no accident. Simply put, he was the most dominant wrestler of 1995.

Along the way to earning the top spot in the “PWI 500”, he beat Owen Hart, Bam Bam Bigelow, and Jeff Jarrett. He has beaten Mabel, Sid Vicious, Waylon Mercy, King Kong Bundy, and Tatanka. And he has beaten Shawn Michaels.

“That did it for me,” wrote Sally Rutherford of Albany, New York. “When Diesel beat Shawn at WrestleMania, that showed he had arrived. He was a true champion.”

A champion who until late-1993 was nothing more than a bodyguard for Michaels. Diesel had done fairly well as Vinnie Vegas in WCW, but he hadn’t shown any indication that he could be a dominant titleholder.

“I would have figured a dozen guys would’ve won the World title before Diesel,” said Johnny Gunn, who wrestled him in WCW. “I always knew he was good but I didn’t think he was that good. He either made a dramatic improvement in a short time, or he held back for a long time.”

Diesel’s dominance was threatened when he hurt his elbow in his bout with Vicious at In Your House I, but successful surgery enabled him to bounce back after only a few weeks. He was determined not to let an injury spoil his amazing run.

The World champion enhanced his reputation further when he again formed a successful tag team with Michaels and nearly won the WWF tag title from Yokozuna and Davey Boy Smith and In Your House III, Had Owen Hart not got involved, Diesel and Michaels might have been tag team champions to this day.

It’s too early to consider Diesel among the all-time great WWF World champions but he’s off to a good start on his path toward greatness. It’s going to be fun watching this powerhouse try to maintain that level of excellence in 1996.

RUNNERS-UP

SHAWN MICHAELS: 16,091 votes

First runner-up: Had Michaels defeated Diesel at WrestleMania, he might have been voted Wrestler of the Year. “The Heartbreak Kid” Had an outstanding year, defending the Intercontinental title against foes like Dean Douglas, Jeff Jarrett, Davey Boy Smith, and even SMW’s Buddy Landell before injuries forced him to give it up in October. He also won the Royal Rumble.

STING: 12,801 votes

Second runner-up: The “Stinger” held the WCW U.S. heavyweight belt for most of the year, and he was a lot more active than former World champion Hulk Hogan. He continued to demonstrate that he’s more than a charismatic personality. He is a flat-out terrific all-around wrestler, and plenty of fans don’t want the rest of us to forget that. Trust us, we won't.

HULK HOGAN: 11,349 votes

Third runner-up: One would expect the man who was WCW World champion for most of the year to finish higher in the voting, but many fans apparently remembered that the “Hulkster” once went five months without defending the belt. Still, on some nights, there isn’t a greater wrestler in the world. Those nights just don't come as frequently as they once did.

VOTES FOR OTHERS (8,652)

Some of the top vote-getters who did not capture a runner-up spot include: Bret Hart, Antonio Inoki, Mitsuhara Misawa, Razor Ramon, Sabu, The Sandman, and The Undertaker.

#big daddy cool diesel #diesel #wwf #world wrestling federation #kevin nash #pwi #pro wrestling illustrated #magazine scan #magazine transcript

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John, Lies and Trust, and the Dark World Pt.4

Part 3

After the Dark World

First and foremost I'll note one thing.

The way Kayne put it, one could think John rolled all the way back to how he used to be as the King completely.

Except we KNOW for a fact that it couldn't be farther from the truth. John didn't argue because he was drowning in guilt as is, both for the deal and all that happened because of them coming to NY (Oscar and Noel included).

But the way he appeared in s3. Gods. He was SHAKEN to his core. By the fact that Arthur was in danger and in the process of being thrown into another fucking pit again, by how happy Arthur was to meet him, but also - how Arthur seemed to abandon his own moral principles and had no problems with committing everything he used to berate John for.

I said the fact that John kept his promise to never forget Arthur was important. That's one of the reasons why and how. I believe he kept the memory of his friend, how Arthur strived to be a better man and help those in need whenever he could. Arthur's image was his moral compass and his lighthouse in the Dark World yes this is the "Faroe is Arthur's guiding light and is reminiscent of "pharos", the lighthouse" reference, the only blueprint of how to be human and not fall back into being a monster completely.

How should it have felt to see this very lighthouse to crumble to pieces the moment they met again.

What makes me think John didn't fall back to his old ways as much as Kayne wanted to paint it is the fact that initially John was shocked at everything going on with Arthur and around them. All the deaths, the violence... everything he hoped he escaped returning to his guiding light was right there, before his eys again.

And if Arthur was only a vessel to deliver to the Stone and John didn't care about Arthur himself, John would have approved of all he saw, actually. Arthur was in survival mode. He could have succeded in killing Larson, John knew as much, they dealt with worse. And he wouldn't have risked his life saving others. Arthur didn't intend to. It was the easiest thing to convince him to just follow Larson to New York after they got out of the mines, and just like that the deal would have been fulfilled.

But no.

John couldn't help not only being shocked and disgusted with what he witnessed, but also telling Arthur all he thought about it. He couldn't help it. Excuse me if I'm wrong, but one can't genuinely be this way one moment and a totally different, say, a few hours or even days before. It's involuntary, inherent to the personality. Fuck you, Kayne, you failed at bringing John down as far as you wanted to.

Later John recollects himself and what he did by all the lecturing catches up to him, so he tries to correct the situation as much as possible to keep Arthur from throwing himself into another extreme (still fully suicidal and feral but for the sake of others this time). But the first reaction is more important here.

Besides, even later he theoretically (since we know John's shit at this) could have tried to manipulate Arthur into not risking their lives by dealing with the mines monster, buuuut... he chose not to. Several times there were high chances they would simply die, but he went along with it. Because that's the way they both are, and abandoning these principles would have meant abandoning himself as well, which makes the idea of living meaningless by the definition.

By the way, I'm not trying to whitewash any of John's actions during s3 and 4. He did manipulate Arthur quite a lot and that's bad in on itself. Yet... he lied only when he would have had to tell about the deal otherwise - and when it came to Oscar. Wow this whole Oscar situation really got to John didn't it. THAT'S when he sank really low, worse than any other time actually, since I don't recall him trying to trick Arthur into killing anyone before.

And the manupulation itself... I'm sorry, it was even worse than in the very beginning. It was so easy to tell when he was earnest and when he tried to push Arthur's buttons, like calling to his ideals with following the Order to NY to save its potential future victims, or "killing Larson would mean we won't know how to find the stone" in the finale. So obvious. I'm not sure if it was on purpose, to give Arthur more hints that "hey friend I'm not happy about doing this but the choice is scarce, I can't be direct about it but be cautious", or he's genuinely this bad at it because he doesn't like it. Let's agree it's 50/50, I guess :'D

Also about his uneasiness with killing Larson and Yellow along with him. I'm sad to tell it was only out of John's wish to survive, not because he was sympathetic with Yellow :') He was postponing the explanation for sooo long. I guess the weight of his guilt because of the deal (which was stricken to save himself) was too much already to admit this one more thing. Was John ashamed of this? Is that why he saved a perfectly sensible reason not to kill Larson&Yellow Arthur would have totally taken into consideration? Why he had to invent another explanation? Poor John </3

#malevolent podcast #malevolent spoilers #john malevolent #john doe malevolent

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emptykhr · 8 months

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Twisted wonderland as lana del rey songs

Riddle ( Wildflower Wildfire)

im sorry but THIS SONG ITS SO HIM honestly is most because him relatioship with his mother

the part where lana sang about her mother in the hospital. SO HIM

either, all the stuff about flowers warm and things like that remind of him!!

Here's the deal My father never stepped in when his wife would rage at me So I ended up awkward, but sweet Later then, hospitals, stand still on my feet Comfortably numb, but with lithium came poetry

Trey (Chemtrails over the country club)

So, trey and cottc, the same vibe.

yknow, all the peace and normal life stuff in the lyrics reminds me trey plot

im truly can see trey playing this song with his wife in a beutiful afternoon.

Washing my hair, doing my laundry Late night TV, I want you only Like when we were kids Under chemtrails in country clubs It's never too late, baby So don't give up

Cater (beautiful people, beutiful problems)

I gonna be honest, lust for life its so cater vibes!!

i confess that was hard to think in a song who matche cater plot, cause i wanna something kinda pop bu it still about him second face

The i just came bpbp.

We get so tired and we complain 'Bout how it's hard to live It's more than just a video game

Ace (Diet mountain dew)

Ace has to be born to die and i fight with u if you disagree.

BABY YOU NOT GOOD FOR ME

to be honestly this song is how i feel about ace

Diet Mountain Dew, baby, New York City Never was there ever a girl so pretty Do you think we'll be in love forever? Do you think we'll be in love?

Deuce (How to disappear)

WAIT I CAN EXPLAIN

well, in the lyrics lana sang abou that guy who lost in himself and fight every night

and we know that deuce is a ex deliquent

and idk, this song is sweet like deuce mas match with him a lot

just read the lyric and you will understand

Joe met me down at the training yard Got cuts on his face 'cause he fought too hard I know he's in over his head But I love that man like nobody can He moves mountains and pounds them to ground again I watched the guys getting high as they fight For the things that they hold dear To forget the things they fear

Leona (Norman fucking rockwell)

OMG FINALLY

guys, nfr its SO LEONA

the part where "goddam man child' yknow? period.

You guys can say "but leona is more ultraviolence" MY ASS

nfr king i said so its true.

Goddamn, man-child You fucked me so good that I almost said: I love you You're fun, and you're wild But you don't know the half of the shit that you put me through Your poetry's bad, and you blame the news But I can't change that, and I can't change your mood Ah-ah

Ruggie (god know i tried)

Now we have a honeymoon dude!!!

nothing to say, the song say itself

i even need to explain?

Sometimes, I wake up in the morning To red, blue and yellow lights On Monday, they destroyed me But by Friday, I'm revived

Jack (wild ate heart)

Jack my baby.

this song. jack. the same.

its just what how a imagine jack

I left Calabasas, escaped all the ashes Ran into the dark And it made me wild, wild, wild at heart The cameras have flashes, they cause the car crashes But I'm not a star

Azul (money power glory)

I kinda always think in azul when mpg starts to play.

could be million dollar man tho but mpg is better

the chore is him.

I want money, power and glory I want money, and all your power, all your glory Alleluia! I wanna take you for all that you got Alleluia! I'm gonna take them for all that they got

Jade (old money)

omg my ultraviolence guy is here!!!

he SO lana del rey vinyl

old money makes my cry everytime

My father's love was always strong My mother's glamour lives on and on Yet still inside, I felt alone For reasons unknown to me

flyod (doin time)

I LOVE HOW FLOYD HAS THE SAME VIBE WITH THE DOIN TIM GURL

fuck even THE SAME MBTI

yeah he´s a bitch and we love it!!

Evil, I've come to tell you that she's evil, most definitely Evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, most definitely The tension, it's getting hotter I'd like to hold her head underwater (Summertime) (Ah, ah, ah)

so, english its not my first language so you probably will found mistakes. maybe i do a second part

#lana del rey #heartslabyul #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #deuce spade #ace trappola #savanaclaw #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #octavinelle #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #twisted wonderland

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ridiasfangirlings · 3 months

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First I wanna say that I'm so happy to say that you're still active! I've been following your account for years and it's so great to see the K fandom still alive :)

Onto my ask inspired by the New York Time's daily word puzzles and mini crosswords lol. Do you think Munakata would do those? And then get Fushimi and the rest of the squad hooked on them to? Fushimi thinks its dumb but he will wake up every morning to do the little word games and Munakata will ask if he enjoyed todays puzzle lolll

I could totally see Munakata enjoying those, even if he finds them easy sometimes (I imagine him finding the ones that should be hard easy, and the ones that should be easy and have like a lot of pop culture clues hard because Munakata’s scope of knowledge may be slightly limited). Imagine some Japanese paper starts carrying them and Munakata spots it in the store, naturally the word ‘puzzle’ catches his eye instantly. Maybe he used to do the daily crossword when he was studying in America and always found it diverting, so he’s very excited to see these new word puzzles that he can play. Once he starts he has to start buying it every day too, Munakata finds it like a nice soothing start to his day to do some word puzzles.

At some point Fushimi walks in to deliver a report while Munakata is doing his puzzle, muttering that shouldn’t Munakata be working. Munakata assures him that all work will get done but please come look at this splendid word puzzle. Fushimi’s initial response is ‘pass’ but Munakata just keeps offering and smiling until one day Fushimi sighs and is like fine, just never ask me again. It’s a bit of a challenging puzzle and Fushimi ends up totally focused on solving it to the point he forgets that he was trying to just drop off his report and leave, imagine when he finishes Munakata applauds and Fushimi glares. Fushimi claims it was boring but the next day Munakata’s left a paper on his desk and even though Fushimi clicks his tongue he does the puzzles anyway.

Eventually the rest of the squad gets pulled in, Munakata starts leaving newspapers everywhere with the puzzle page open and looking at everyone so hopefully that they have to do the puzzles. At first the squad are just doing this because they have to (though Awashima does it properly and dutifully every morning, as it is a gift from her King after all) but imagine them getting into it after a while, having contests to see who can solve the puzzles the fastest. Munakata is extremely pleased by this, imagine him asking everyone how they enjoyed the puzzle each morning. Fushimi complains that it’s a pain and wastes time but he still does them every morning anyway and always finishes before everyone else, and is secretly maybe a little pleased with himself for it.

#Munakata Reisi #k project #Talking K #oh Munakata would find this so pleasant #a nice little puzzle in the morning #even if it isn't too hard for him #it's like having a morning coffee or something #to get him in the mood for the real puzzles

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taylor time: 1989 edition !!!!!

welcome to new york: the older teens. this song really is just having fun with your friends in your twenties, to me, at least. i can only really imagine it as like, the older teens or the kids when they’re older just having fun ❤️ also, “you can want who you want, boys and boys and girls and girls” and them heading to a new place to just be free and themselves

blank space: steve. long list of ex lovers. i know you heard about me. it’s gonna be forever or it’s gonna do down in flames. you’re the king, baby i’m your queen. i get drunk on jealously.

style: stancy. let’s be honest. the whole chorus fits them so perfectly. james dean daydream look in your eye? long hair, slicked back? that’s steve. good girl? tight little skirt? red-lip, classic? that’s nancy. you come and pick me up, no headlights? nancy totally snuck out to go see steve. i should just tell you to leave, cause i know exactly where this leads? the studying scene.

out of the woods: jancy. there’s always something going on between them. if they’re not fighting the upside down, they’re fighting each other. “last december. we were built to fall apart and fall back together” “the monsters turned out to be just trees”

all you had to do was stay: mileven, post season 4. “people like you always want back the love they gave away, and people like me wanna believe you say you’ve changed” mike kinda, pushed off el’s love and comes back, saying he’s changed and that he does love her. “had me in the palm of your hand. why did you have to go and lock me out when i let you in?” “i’ve been picking up the pieces of a mess you made” “you were all i wanted, but not like this”

shake it off: steve, honestly. “got nothing in my brain, that’s what people say” “go on too many dates” bros just having a little dance party with robin

i wish you would: lumax. “i’ll never forget you as long as i live” “i miss you too much to be mad anymore” “you always knew how to push my buttons” just lucas wishing he could make everything better after vecna

bad blood: will/el and mike in season four. they’re both hurt by him. “it was my season for battle wounds, battle scars, body bumped, bruised” “if you love like that, blood runs cold”

wildest dreams: stancy, from nancy’s pov. talking about just starting to get with steve. i can also see this as nancy talking to him before sacrificing herself or something, asking him to remember her for the good at the beginning

how you get the girl: stancy again. steve coming back to do a big apology like he did in season two, knocking on her window with flowers and saying he missed her and he’s sorry and he’ll do better

this love: jopper ! joyce talking about losing hopper but having him come back to her in season 4 (or, not be dead, really). hopper talking about letting her go in high school and her coming back. “flickered in the night for only you” “you showed up just in time” “this love is alive, back from the dead” “when you’re young, you just run, but you come back to what you need”

i know places: steddie. the whole theme fits all the older kids, fighting monsters together, but i think it matches really well for not only a queer couple hunting monsters, but also having the added issue of the witch-hunt on eddie. “let them say what they want, we won’t hear it” “something happens when everybody finds out. see the vultures circling dark clouds”

clean: nancy, talking about her trauma. it was months and months of back and forth. you’re still all over me like a wine stained dress i can’t wear anymore” being clean not from steve, but looking back at the last several years of her life after defeating vecna and finally feeling clean from the upside down and the guilt she felt about barb. “let the flood cary away all my pictures of you” “butterflies turned to dust, they covered my whole room” and finding her room in the upside down

wonderland: elmax. finding a place they can be innocent and kids when everything is scary and knowing it won’t last forever. “haven’t you heard what becomes of curious minds?” “i should have slept with one eye open at night” both el wanting to protect max from vecna and max wanting to protect el from billy. “life was never worse but never better” both having their own struggles and being in bad spots but getting to be together

you are in love: steddie. specifically bonding after season 4. “the light reflects the chain on your neck” “your shoulders brush. no proof, one touch, but you felt enough” “you keep his shirt, he keeps his word” steve with eddie’s battle vest and eddie keeping his word of not running. i can also see this as joyce talking to steve about their guys. like, “he keeps a picture of you in his office downtown” being hop with a pic of his family in his office

new romantics: the older teens. just imagine it; they’re all on a trip to indie after graduation, just running around and having fun. sneaking into a club and finally just getting to be teenagers

“slut!”: nancy. be that with jonathan or robin or even steve. this is the most nancy coded song i’ve heard in a longggg time. “moonlit swimming pool” (sorry) “adorned with smoke on my clothes” steve smoking at the pool party in season one with her “i’ll pay the price, you won’t” nancy always getting hated on but jonathan and steve getting praised “if they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once” nancy “the slut” wheeler trying to find love again “if i’m gonna be drunk, i might as well be drunk in love” the halloween party fight in season 2. “everyone wants him, that was my crime. wrong place at the right time. i break down and he’s pulling me in. in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman” going from “king steve” to fighting monsters all because she was in the wrong place just as barb was taken. jonathan helping her out when she was upset and getting her to bed after the fight

say don’t go: mike and el, from el’s perspective in season 4. “i said i love you, you say nothing back” “why’d you whisper in the dark just to leave me in the night” from whispering in mikes basement to mike not being emotionally available, especially after what happened with hopper.

now that we don’t talk: stancy, from both sides. first verse is steve to nancy, second and third are from nancy to steve. last verse is both of them, with steve no longer caring about seeming cool in season 3 (ie being more “dorky” with dustin and stuff) and nancy “returning to her dignity was to turn into a shrouded mystery” becoming more reclusive and closed off to friendships in season 3 and 4 after barb, which she blames herself and steve for

suburban legends: steddie. former lovers steddie, to be specific, from eddie’s perspective. such a good angst story, with the references of loving someone who was “flush with the currency of cool” and talking about high school reunions and breaking your own heart. v steddie coded

is it over now?: stancy again. they’re very harry and taylor coded, what can i say? from nancy’s pov, talking about season 4 when they’re maybe flirting with each other again, just wanting it to be over. “lying traitor” and “bullshit” parallel. “only rumors about my hips and thighs and my whispered sighs” and the movie theatre incident. steve being known as a lady’s man, even brining new dates to watch games at hawkins high

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #mike wheeler #steddie #el hopper #taylor swift #1989 tv #this has been in my drafts for a WHILE #whoops #finally finished tho

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On tour, 1968; photos by Bill Chadwick (photo 2 is a screenshot from the Time and Again Gallery trailer).

“As for Peter Tork — without a doubt I see him as one of the best folk guitarists on the scene. I saw and heard him playing on the set, and I’m not exaggerating when I say I was amazed.” - Mick Wilsher, Hit Parader, May 1968 (x) “Actually, I wanted to leave the group over two years ago when the first season ended, but the guys convinced me not to. I didn’t care about all the things that were happening, all the acclaim. I hated the work! It was tough, and I didn’t like it. I just wanted to record for all my life." - Peter Tork, NME, January 25, 1969 (x) Davy Jones: “Well, he [Peter] withdrew, he actually withdrew. He didn’t just quit, there was, there was a reason for it. He was not being artistically satisfied in certain ways. And we were, as I said, Micky and I, had done other things before and so we were used to taking the directions. So when it come down to other people, forgetting that Carole King and Neil Diamond and Harry Nilsson, Neil Sedaka wrote all the tunes — and Mike and Peter also did, but they never got the chance really to put any down in the early days. They decided that they wanted to do more music and Peter was the first one. He withdrew, and said that he would prefer to try it on his own so he could do more of what he likes best, which is music.” Micky Dolenz: “They’d been promised, Mike and Peter had been promised that they would be able to express themselves musically because they were from a musical background. Peter had been in New York, in the Village, come through that scene with the Mamas and Papas and Lovin’ Spoonful. And he’s a genius, the man is a genius at music. As I said, Peter was — and is — a genius in music. And he got very frustrated because he wasn’t able to satisfy himself creatively. And Mike felt the same way. Mike was the same way. He was also a genius, he has — is very country and western flavored, which at the time, the executives up there said, ‘Country and western?!’ They had no idea. Mike kept saying, ‘Country and western, it’s gonna be huge.’ And they kept saying, ‘No, no…’ It was very successful, they had to appeal to the greatest demographic. But they were not satisfied, they were not feeling they were able to express themselves creatively. Davy and I as actors didn’t really mind that much musically. We were getting off on the television show and on the comedy.” - Tomorrow with Tom Snyder, 1977

#Peter Tork #Tork quotes #The Monkees #Monkees #long read #Davy Jones #Micky Dolenz #Michael Nesmith #Peter and Davy #Peter and Micky #Peter and Michael #60s Tork #1968 #screenshots #Peter deserved better #(sorry about the slightly blurry screenshot. it was the best I could manage)#The Monkees 1968 Tour #can you queue it

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REVIEWING THE CHARTS: 09/12/2023 (Christmas Garbage, Taylor Swift)

Content warning: It’s beginning to look a lot like…

Merry Christmas! It’s not like it’s barely December or anything. “Last Christmas” by Wham! is #1, again, and in fact most of the top five is Christmas. Mariah’s at #2, and “Fairytale of New York”, undoubtedly boosted by the tragic passing of the Pogues’ lead singer Shane MacGowan, is at #4. Otherwise, Jack Harlow’s at #3 with “Lovin’ on Me” and Noah Kahan of all people is at #5 with “Stick Season”. Yeah, it’s holiday season, the structure’s out the window, it’s REVIEWING THE CHARTS.

Rundown

In fact, it’s the holidays, let’s get that stuff out of the way first. Entering the UK Top 75 - which is what I cover - for the first week this year, we have some absolute classics, some of my personal favourites, like “What Christmas Means to Me” by Stevie Wonder at #75, “2000 Miles” by the Pretenders at #70, “Stop the Cavalry” by Jona Lewie at #68 and “Christmas Lights” by Coldplay at #50. These are some of the earliest highest positions these songs have ever had, and I am so thankful for that because these are, in my opinion, the best ones. Oh, and there’s also… the rest, with “Blue Christmas” by Elvis Presley at #73, “White Christmas” by Bing Crosby at #67, “A Holly Jolly Christmas” by Burl Ives at #61, “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” by The Jackson 5 at #52 (for some reason, the Official Charts Company credits MJ here separately as well), “Let it Snow, Let it Snow!” by Frank Sinatra at #45 (OCC adds an extra “Let it Snow” here for some reason), “The Christmas Song (A Merry Christmas to You)” by Nat King Cole at #43 and “Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)” by Darlene Love at #42. In the top 40, we don’t see any returns but it is chock-full of holiday tunes, some of which re-peaked or reached a new peak. Those are Jorja Smith’s cover of “Stay Another Day” at #26 and Sam Ryder’s “You’re Christmas to Me” at #12 of course thanks to Amazon, but this is also the highest “Santa, Can’t You Hear Me” by Kelly Clarkson and Ariana Grande has been at #23, with Ari also hitching a re-peak for “Santa Tell Me” at #11. Michael Bublé’s butchered “Holly Jolly Christmas” is at #21 for the first time and Dean Martin’s “Let it Snow” (this time, correctly said three times) peaks at #17. Like I said last week, this is a strong Christmas year and we may see even more of these for older tracks.

Given we obviously don’t have any non-Christmas gains, let’s take a look at what dropped out this week to make room, or at least the notable ones which, you should know the jist of by now. We bid a temporary farewell to “Selecta” by Chase & Status featuring Stefflon Don, “Won’t Forget You” by Jax Jones, D.O.D and Ina Wroldsen featuring The Blackout Crew, “Now that We Don’t Talk” (Taylor’s Version) (From the Vault) by Taylor Swift, “ten” by Fred again.. and Jozzy, “One of Your Girls” by Troye Sivan, “IDGAF” by Drake featuring Yeat, “Me & U” by Tems, “Would You (go to bed with me?)” by Campbell and Alcemist, assisted by a remix with Caity Baser, “Black Friday” by Tom Odell, “Disconnect” by Chase & Status and Becky Hill, “Dance the Night” by Dua Lipa from Barbie, “Teenage Dirtbag” by Wheatus from… the year 2000 and finally, “Pompeii” by Bastille.

That’s a really mixed bag when it comes to quality but I feel like the same actually can’t be said for our debuts, which should be a short little romp but honestly also promise quality out of the gate.

NEW ARRIVALS

#72 - “Everywhere, Everything” - Noah Kahan

Produced by Gabe Simon and Noah Kahan

This is actually a deep cut from Stick Season but of course, it recently got a duet version released so here it is charting, alas in its original version because… that’s OCC for you. How is the original song? Well, Kahan’s been a bit hit or miss for me but this one’s definitely quite Christmassy so it’s a fitting week to debut, especially the opening line of “it’s been a long time” and shaking percussion that is bothersomely in the centre of the mix but still sounds like sleigh bells over the otherwise pretty bare acoustic guitar balladeering, until of course, you get the expected crash into stomp-rock melodrama and, sorry, I just think this formula has been done better, and the chorus here is actually kind of insufferable with the inflections. I suppose the loving-you-until-the-end conceit is cute and well done, but it also doesn’t really fit with the stop-and-start rhythm. I don’t know, it’s really an awkward one, one that I don’t feel makes much of a lasting impact, and adding Gracie Abrams of all people is decidedly not going to help it out at least for me. It’s still alright though, and there is a level of quality here in the songwriting that sometimes you don’t even get on a chart week so I’m not complaining.

#63 - “Jingle Bells” - Meghan Trainor

Produced by a scumbag, a maggot and a cheap lousy…

Listen, even if this wasn’t an Amazon original, I don’t think I’d review this. It’s like cactus repellant. Naturally I went into my batch of song suggestions and this time picked out “Lights” by Charlotte Plank and Hybrid Minds. Plank is a UK singer who hit the top 10 this year with “Dancing is Healing”, and she’s working with yet another drum and bass act, Hybrid Minds being active in liquid funk since around 2012, though they’ve mostly avoided charting. Released in September, I’m honestly kind of surprised this didn’t chart with Plank’s low-register… terribly-mixed vocals, amidst the clashing mix of reggae piano chords, lowly guitars and overwhelming multi-tracking that sadly lessens the impact of that drop into heavy breakbeats a bit… but when it does come in, I mean, it’s a cheat code to drop in some Amen breaks. I could care less about the lyrics here, but it is a shame that outside of that drop, I don’t find much to like, mostly because for a song in this genre, there’s just not much actually there. I think there’s a secretly great atmospheric drum and bass track here, it just needs more layers and less focus on the hyperactive drop. Still a decent song though, and I appreciate the suggestion. I just don’t think this particular one is for me, though I may find songs I like in both catalogues here so I’ll definitely check out more when I get the chance.

#56 - “MY HOUSE” - Beyoncé

Produced by The-Dream and Beyoncé

You can kind of tell that this is a concert film leftover. I’m sure that the film itself is actually brilliant even if self-indulgent because, I mean, it’s Beyoncé and RENAISSANCE is my favourite album of hers by far, but I can’t exactly expect the same budget for vintage sample collage and hard-hitting, dynamic dance tracks for what is essentially a B-side penned solely by Bey and The-Dream. That doesn’t mean it’s not good though because it absolutely is. That smug chuckle that starts the song before the crowd vocal against triumphant horns set this up to be a killer at a live show, so it’s fitting it was for the concert film. Bey also has a violent rasp to her yelling delivery here, not sliding on the beat but instead spitting all over those strings and military drums, and if that’s The-Dream on backing vocals in her verse, God, I’ve never heard him like that. It doesn’t settle for that victory lap though because you know the Queen has to start riffing her way into a completely new song with an even tighter techno groove and wiry, almost neurotic bass synth that just goes crazy, especially with the shifting industrial percussion and Bey holding it down so effortlessly, to the point where it sounds kind of weird when she actually does put in effort, delivering an inspirational spoken word piece that sounds like a sample over another layered harmony vocal that sounds like another sample, but it’s all Bey. It’s actually kind of brilliant in that regard, and I can sigh at her touting her album as anywhere close to “revolutionary”, but If I did, I’d be complaining about pretty much the fabric of the entire album… and that amount of eye-rolling may be better fit for another time because this is a very solid diva house track, even for just a loosie release.

#44 - “Winter Wonderland” (Spotify Singles Holiday) - Laufey

Produced by Laufey and Spencer Stewart

I mean, it’s immediately better than what Amazon churns out because I can actually hear it. Anyway, our story for this one begins all the way back in 1934, when American composers Felix Bernard and Richard Bernhard Smith - yes, both Bernards - wrote this song that’s really just about romance in the Winter, not necessarily Christmas. First recorded by jazz bandleader Richard Himber and his orchestra, it’s been covered a barely countable number of times since, with new arrangements, compositions and added lyrics showing up from time to time. It makes complete sense for Laufey, who mostly dabbles in a vintage kind of jazz-pop, to cover this, and yeah, it sounds good, of course it is. The classy mix is actually less subtle than I’d perhaps want for such an easy-going song but it’s a pretty clean arrangement outside of that, and Laufey, though I feel she struggles to be all that convincing of a performer, has a warm, rich undertone and definitely some little nuances of personality that make this a worthwhile edition to this catalogue of covers. Whilst we’re here, I may as well give a brief history of the song on the UK Singles Chart, as this is the sixth version. Whilst composed in the 1930s, the charts didn’t exist then and it didn’t appear until 1958, with somehow-still-alive Johnny Mathis’ version that, whilst short-lived, did peak at #17, becoming the highest-charting “Winter Wonderland”, though I barely see it floating on streaming these days. It really started picking up in the 90s, as the late Doris Day’s version, originally released in 1964, was doubled with her version of “The Christmas Song” for a 1990 re-release that peaked at #87. Dream pop band Cocteau Twins released an EP called Snow in 1993 that of course charted on the Singles Chart at #58, doubling their version up with a cover of “Frosty the Snowman”. Macy Gray’s 1999 version resurged and peaked at #76 in 2008, and then the several renditions by the late Tony Bennett, both the solo version from 1968 and the Lady Gaga duet from 2014, probably helped him land a chart placement with his version in 2019. It re-charted and peaked at #94 last year and given he sadly passed this year, I imagine we may see a new peak, possibly in the top 75. This little chart history anecdote may be my favourite part of writing this series, so just for funsies, when the versions of “Winter Wonderland” hit their peak, these songs were #1: “It’s Only Make Believe” by Conway Twitty, “Ice Ice Baby” by Vanilla Ice (also a pretty cold song), “Babe” by Take That (dethroning Mr. Blobby, may I add), Alexandra Burke’s cover of “Hallelujah”, “Merry Christmas” by Ed Sheeran and Elton John and of course, “Last Christmas”. It just goes to show you the longevity of this composition.

#20 - “You’re Losing Me” (From the Vault) - Taylor Swift

Produced by Jack Antonoff

You know you’re in the dregs of 2023 when several songs on your new entries list have subtitles. Jokes aside, this is one of Taylor Swift’s best songs: about her deteriorating relationship with Joe Alwyn, the track lyrically focuses on what may be the saddest ending to a relationship, that being gradual disconnect, especially when one person doesn’t even notice that something is wrong. The song acts as both a desperate plea to Alwyn to just rip the band-aid and end the relationship as well as a plea to herself to be the brave one and put an end to something that seemed perfect and is now far off the deep end, and not because of volatility or a toxic, abusive relationship, but instead, it just… doesn’t click into place the way it looked like it was going to. It’s a profoundly sad song, especially with the bridge demonstrating all the value and hard work Taylor is putting into this relationship only to see it not crumble, but fade in a tedious loss, and the production exemplifies this excellently, with the stray, pulsing synth bass - a killer detail considering that chorus - and the dynamic mix of airy synths from Jack Antonoff, as well as the production on Taylor’s voice, accentuating the human sighs whilst drowning some of her faded platitudes in Auto-Tune and multi-tracking, as she ends up on the opposite side of the room to her ex-partner. The strings are rushed against the quick yet oddly despondent drums, that feel like card just barely carrying the song on its shoulders. The harmonies and riffs in the second pre-chorus just sound so disconnected and sad; there are a lot of voices but none of them particularly stand out in how detailed yet scarce the song really is, thickening the air with indecision as she sings. The way the strings careen in the start of that bridge is one of my favourite moments in pop music this year, it’s an absolutely brilliant song, probably a perfect one in all honesty, and whilst I know it won’t stick around, it doesn’t mean it’s not a quality song. “My face was grey but you couldn’t admit we were sick” is a devastating line, gives me chills honestly. It took… nearly all year, but the Swifties have won me over big-time with this one. Christmas miracle.

Conclusion

Yeah, I mean Taylor Swift gets Best of the Week for “You’re Losing Me” and pretty handedly, but I should say that Beyoncé doesn’t trail far behind with the Honourable Mention for “MY HOUSE”. As for the worst, it goes to Noah Kahan by default for “Everywhere, Everything” but I really do think the song is okay, teetering on pretty decent, so take it with a grain of salt. We may actually get some competition amidst the festive onslaught with Nicki Minaj and Tate McRae, but part of me doubts they’ll end up too high. As for now, thank you for reading, rest in power to Benjamin Zephaniah, and I’ll see you next week!

#uk singles chart #pop music #song review #christmas #taylor swift #beyoncé #noah kahan #laufey

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