and we make the best explosions

anonymous asked:

So Peggy starts the best bar fights? Elaborate, please.

oh man, those were the good old days. 

the howlies got in a lot of bar fights. you might think that the last thing a bunch of soldiers would want to do with their free time is fight people, but actually bar fights were a great stress relief. nobody really got seriously injured, and we tried to keep property damage to a minimum.  (and we also almost never started bar fights, for the record. most of the time it was guys from another unit who wanted to prove how badass they were by taking on the infamous howling commandos.) so bar fights themselves weren’t that unusual.

but peggy’s bar fights…oh, they were glorious. 

see, peggy never got in a fight for no reason; she was smarter than that. but when she did fight, it was truly beautiful. ive never seen a better right cross, before or since.

so one time we were on leave, sipping drinks in this english pub. the howlies were at the back table, enjoying a couple pitchers, while peggy was up at the bar, chatting with the barmaid. many of the bars and pubs back then had female bartenders–filling the gaps with the men off at war. and generally barmaids (which was what a female bartender was called back then) were the sort of girl pegs got along with–sensible, dependable, and not willing to take shit from any man. so she often enjoyed commiserating with the barmaids while we drank. she used to say she had to be free of us ‘charming gentlemen’ before she wound up blowing things up as erratically as we did. which was hurtful. our explosions were very intentional.
mostly.

so peggy got to chat about the best ways to hurl drunken idiots out doors and we got to ply steve with alcohol to see how much booze it would take to make him drunk. (tragically, we never found out.)

on this particular occasion, peggy was sitting at the bar when this mountain of a man came in. and i mean huge. thor-sized. like the hulk’s pinker younger brother. and with him came a dozen or so of his closest friends, all locals. (they may also have been poorly disguised orcs. im not sure, but i wouldn’t discount it as a possibility after seeing all the nonsense ive seen) the group of them made their way up to the bar, wedged their way in, and started harassing the barmaid. 

now, i don’t know what they said. peggy refused to repeat it. all i know is that one of the larger idiots said something stupid, laughed, and reached out to grope the barmaid. his hand made it about six inches from her chest when peggy’s fist broke his nose. he hit the floor like a tree falling, and the bar went quiet for a split second before one exceptionally suicidal idiot lunged at peggy.

everything went crazy. there were a good few dozen of us 107th guys in the bar, and all of us knew and adored pegs, so when the mountain-men went after her, every fine man of the 107th went after them. but it turned out that the locals defended their own, and we were pretty evenly matched for numbers. within seconds, everyone was throwing punches. bottles were thrown. dernier used a tablecloth to blind a man and threw him out a window. dumdum used one guy’s fists to hit another guy. i hurled bottlecaps at people’s eyeballs, because it’s fun.(im a sniper. we like distance) steve tried to wade through the chaos to get to peggy, but people kept punching him and then clutching their hands in agony, so he got kind of bogged down. 

at the bar, peggy was demonstrating exactly why she was the 107th’s darling–because she could put a grown man twice her size on the ground in two seconds flat. she knocked out six men; seven more promptly fell in love with her. 

as the chaos began to wind down, most of the locals had either been beaten down or fled, and only the mini-hulk and a couple others were left, brawling like berserkers. we were just about ready to turn steve loose on them when the barmaid handed peggy a stool. peggy took it, walked up behind where most of us howlies were still duking it out, and broke the stool over the big guy’s head. 

he went down hard. the rest of them surrendered out of terror. 

(and, possibly, they had also fallen prey to abruptly-in-love-with-peggy-carter syndrome. but really, who wasn’t?)

Writing Prompts

• I wanted to completely disappear.
• You went so far down the rabbit hole.
• Well, there are the monsters.
• What do we want to focus on?
• What happened at the time?
• There was no contact between them.
• You may recognize the name.
• It’s tiny, isn’t it?
• What are you working on?
• Are you blowing things up?
• Are we in trouble?
• Can I come in?
• Would you lend it to me?
• Is it a secret?
• What are you testing?
• It’s very rare.
• Who tracks these things?
• What’s making that sound?
• It happens every day.
• It’s too cold in here.
• What do the reports say?
• Is it a good theory?
• I want to tell you about my life.
• Can we get married tonight?
• It’s a good enough explanation.
• What are we hearing?
• That’s a little atypical.
• We are very slow.
• It was just a bright spot.
• What can cause suck explosions?
• Stop giggling!
• Is it hilarious enough?
• I have the best idea.
• Look, bubbles!
• Where did you hear that?
• Can you solve it?
• It’s just math.
• Where have you been to?
• Are you throwing rocks?
• He can’t stop talking.
• I love your left eye.
• I’m hearing what you’re saying.
• Maybe I could just change my name.
• One day I’ll run out of possibilities.
• Does that ever happen?
• Where do I place it?
• Help me disappear.
• We saw none of that.
• Did it fall off?
• Who was there to light it?
• Let’s have fun.
• Is it too random?
• I want to punch it.
• You are very specific.
• That’s the answer.
• Do you remember the number?
• I came for you now.
• Just say no.
• It’s a good mix.
• Cuddles are good.
• That’s exactly the problem.
• Is it a serious situation?
• It can be very loud.
• Where are the sources?
• Why would they lie about it?
• Can someone tell me?
• You can email me.
• Do you want to watch it?
• It’s a storm.
• What a waste of my time.

anonymous asked:

I was thinking about the nerd Uchiha AU, and the thing about how team 7 would be the most terrifying thing ever, and then I was up all night thinking about how Kakashi would totally do this with them. I hope you're happy Kat, because all I can think of is Team 7 trying to make an explosive trap, Kakashi pointing something out that makes it work, Sasuke realizes that his sensei knows about a thousand different jutsus, has a sharingan, and the Hatake clan has to have something-Boom. He's adopted.

xD YES. Yes, reluctant Kakashi getting forcefully adopted by his three terrifying genin is the BEST THING EVER. 

“Why are you three sleeping on my couch? This is my apartment.”

“You promised to teach us that explosive Suiton jutsu in the morning.”

“…Sakura, morning doesn’t start immediately after midnight. Morning means dawn.”

“Well, technically - “

“Sasuke no.”

“Why do people keep saying that - “

“You know I bet if we wake him up unexpectedly he’ll come after us with a cool jutsu!”

Naruto no.”

“Naruto yes! You’re a genius. My Sharingan can - ”

“If I take your head off with a jutsu because you wake me up in the middle of the night Naruto and Sakura get to explain it to your mother.”

“Are you kidding? Mom would be here with cymbals already if I hadn’t called dibs.”

Flood (Haechan x Reader)

Ayyyy baby gals and baby guys ;^) ya girl ry ry here is back with THE FLUFFIEST HAECHAN I COULD POSSIBLY MUSTER. LISTEN. I love him so much, he is my son, my beautiful, golden, shining, angel vocals, talented absolutely stunning son. APPRECIATE HIM. And I hope you like this! c:

p.s. Y’ALL HE IS MY BOI AND I WILL PROTECT HIM.

Originally posted by nctinfo

You don’t know how it turned out like this, Mother Nature was a mysterious woman. One moment it was a lovely spring day and you were hanging out with your best friend and enjoying each other’s company. Then suddenly it was apparently monsoon season and a flash flood warning scrolled along the top of the television monitor when you scrambled inside.

Your shoulders sagged, feeling annoyed as you turned over to your friend, “Now what?”

Haechan, your closest friend, shrugged dejectantly, mocking your despair, “I don’t know, it’s your house, not mine.” His hair was dripping down his cheeks, making his golden skin glisten wondrously in the dim light.

You rolled your eyes at him and he snickered, covering his mouth as you stood up from the couch and peered out the window, “Well it looks like we’re not going out there anytime soon. The road is almost completely flooded, check it out.”

You beckoned him over, blushing when he took the curtain from your hand and rested his chin on your shoulder. You hoped he couldn’t feel your body trembling as he pressed against your back, the heat coming through his shirt stifling. His brown eyes filled with worry, “Good thing I didn’t drive here, my car would be drowning.” He turned his attention to you, tilting his gaze toward yours, “What about your parents? They’re both still at work right? How’re they gonna get home?”

You suddenly realized that and your heart sank, anxiety bubbling up in your stomach as you fumbled in the back pocket of your jeans for your phone. You called your mother and father swiftly, inquiring about their safety and asking if they had a plan. They said they had already met up together and were planning on staying at a nearby hotel, the city streets far too flooded to drive safely on.

“Is Haechan still there, sweetheart?,” your mother asked, her gentle voice a comfort as a lightning bolt arched through the sky with a loud clap.

You flinched at the noise, “Y-yeah, he’s still here.” Damn the weather, you thought, eyeing the sky with distrust.

“Good,” your mom sounded relieved, seeming much more relaxed. “Tell him I called his mother and talked, we agreed that it would be safest for the two of you to stay put for the night until we can drive again, okay?”

You looked over at your friend, who’s eyebrows rose at hearing the plan, as you replied, “Okay, well, I’ll let you go now, I love you.”

“I love you too, honey,” your mom cooed, “Stay safe and don’t stay up too late! Bye, sweet pea!”

“Bye,” you answered with a grin on your face, one that mirrored your best friend’s as you ended the call. The two of you remained silent for a few moments, then it was like an explosion of energy as you both flipped out.

“We’re gonna stay up late~,” Haechan chanted in a song song voice, pulling you into a ridiculous tango position as you strutted across your living room cackling.

The two of you collapsed back into the sofa, dizzy and panting from laughter as it faded into silence again. You spoke, staring up at the ceiling, “So what do you wanna do? We can make food, we could watch a movie, you could let me do your makeup….”

“Nope, nuh uh, ______,” Haechan shook his head rapidly, interrupting you as he cleared his throat. “I still haven’t recovered from the last time you did my makeup. I was picking waterproof mascara from my eyelashes for a week.”

You huffed, lifting a finger to poke his tanned cheek, “Fine, what do you want to do then?”

“Hmmm,” he hummed, leaning his face closer so his cheeks squished in more, “Let’s play Truth or Dare.”

You paused, giving him a look, helping him connect the dots, “You want to play Truth or Dare with only you and me….two people, where it could be just one or the other-”

“We don’t have to,” he exclaimed, pouting as he crossed his arms. “It’s just funny when you decide to pick dare and I tell you to lick the toilet seat or something.”

“Is that supposed to make me want to play?,” you raised an eyebrow, watching him sulk for half a minute before your caved. “Fine. We can play it.” There wasn’t anything better to do anyway, and you were just a little curious.

Haechan smirked, making your heart flutter even though you were annoyed with the fact he could always make you agree with him. You couldn’t deny him anything, he was your best friend and you’d do anything for him, but those weren’t the only motives you had.

Your crush on him had been a long time coming, ever since the two of you first met back in elementary school. At first, you didn’t see him as anything more than just a friend, but slowly, as the years rolled by, that began to change. Suddenly Haechan sprouted up, grew a foot over one summer and left you in the dust. He developed all different kinds of muscle and was suddenly able to pick you up in a hug and toss you around like a rag doll. He grew into his features, becoming more handsome day by day but never letting the fact that he was gorgeous get to his head. Haechan also grew more confident, a bit more flirty and touchy with you as well. You blamed hormones and nothing else, he couldn’t ever like you the way you liked him. Haechan was Haechan and you were…you.

“Okay,” he said, jumping right into the game and turning toward you. He slung his arm over the sofa and crossed his legs, “_______, truth or dare?”

You pulled a blanket from under his leg and wrapped it around yourself, “Uh, truth.”

“Do you like Mark?,” he said, watching you carefully as you nearly choked on the glass of water you had taken a sip from.

You wiped the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand, furrowing your brow as you scoffed, “No? Why would I like Mark? He’s our friend and nothing else.”

“And you’re sure you’re telling the truth right?,” Haechan pressed, face still serious as he watched you sit up straighter.

“Of course I am,” you replied, confused by his expression. “I would never lie to you, Haechan.” Your felt your stomach churn, knowing that you constantly lied to him about your feelings.

He seemed relieved to hear that, shoulders that you realized were tense relaxing as he murmured, “Good, just making sure you’re not keeping anything from me. Your turn.” He bounced back to his cheery demeanor, awaiting you to ask him.

“Okay, truth or dare?,” you asked, smirking because you knew what you would ask him regardless of what he chose.

“Hmm,” he hummed, watching you carefully as he tried to gauge just how nasty of a dare you’d make him do. Obviously thinking you were going to go easy on him, he chose the latter. “Dare.” Maybe he was a little cocky.

You chuckled evilly, rubbing your hands together as you beckoned him to follow you deeper into your house, “Kindly follow me, good sir.”

You could already feel the sudden dread coming from Haechan as you approached the bathroom, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly, “You’re not gonna…”

“Oh, I sure am,” you grinnned, opening the door and allowing him to walk in first. You pointed to the toilet, “Lick it.”

“_______, wait,” he almost began to sweat nervously, eyeing the toilet as you grinned at him. “Can’t I do anything else?”

“Nope,” you shook your head, zero sympathy for him as he knelt down by the toilet. “You made me lick it last time, so now it’s your turn.”

Haechan shuddered, shaking himself as he took a huge breath, “Fair enough. Just know that for the rest of the game, you should definitely not pick Dare when it’s your turn.” He glared at you weakly, a not so intimidating sight as he bent over the toilet seat and quickly touched his tongue to the porcelain. He recoiled rapidly, his face scrunching up as he held his tongue out in disgust. You tried to hold on your laughter, but a small giggle slipped out, causing your friend to whip around at you and stand up to his full height. You began to back out, knowing that a counterattack was already in the midst.

With his tongue still comically sticking out, Haechan came after you, hands outstretched as he tore at his pullover that you had stolen from him a long time ago. You squealed and slipped away from him, wriggling out of his grasp by a hair’s breath as you ran into the living room panting. You fruitlessly looked for another way out, but he was already upon you, wrapping you up in his arms and spinning you wildly. You hated to say how much just the feeling of him holding you like that made your heart sing, he could lick you with his toilet tongue and you’d probably swoon.

You screamed in amusement as you pulled away, only to find that he was much stronger than you as he pushed you down to the ground. With a devious grin, he pinned your arms and straddled your waist, crushing you under his hold as you wiggled in defeat. You could tell by the look in his eyes he had something nasty up his sleeve, so you pleaded, “I give in! I’m sorry!”

You struggled against his hold as he tsked at you, seeing the distress on your face, “Are you trying to make me feel bad?” He smirked, leaning down close enough so that your foreheads touched.

His hair tickled your skin, causing you to blush at the closeness of his face. You avoided his gaze, seeing something foreign and strange in there, nothing you’d ever seen before. This Haechan seemed different, like the one that flirted with other girls that weren’t you and made you jealous, made you realize how much you really did like him.

“No, I just don’t want you to lick me,” you persisted, eyebrows furrowing as you tried to mentally prepare yourself for the oncoming attack. Something told you though that he didn’t plan on licking you at all.

He laughed and you could feel his breath ghost over your skin, “Why would I lick you? I may be gross, but I’m not that nasty. I had something else in mind…” His voice trailed off as he swallowed almost nervously, glancing down at your mouth once before gazing into your glossy wide orbs again.

“Well then,” you huffed, still struggling against him as you interrupted. “Why are you still sitting on me? You’re not the lightest you know-”

Haechan was swift, smoothly pressing his lips against your own, capturing your words with his mouth and taking them prisoner. Your eyes widened to the size of plates, freezing up as you realized that your best friend was kissing you. Shouldn’t you be elated? This is what you wanted right? So why were you so scared to kiss him back?

He tried several times to persuade you to kiss him back, going so far as to release your wrists and clumsily cup your cheeks. But you were in such a great state of shock, even then you couldn’t move and you hated yourself for it. You were breaking your best friend’s heart with each kiss and you didn’t know what to do. What if you kissed him back and he didn’t want you to?

Haechan gave up and pulled away with a hurt expression, a blush already dusting across his tan cheeks as he climbed off of you. You could barely hear him as he mumbled, “Sorry.”

“Wait, Haechan-,” you fumbled with your words as you watched him get up dejectedly, a sag in his shoulders. He walked out of the living room, mumbling something about going to go lay down in your bed for a bit as you sat there on the floor in shock.

Did you just accidentally reject your crush?

Your best friend?

When you heard the clean click of your bedroom door closing, you groaned, flopping back on the floor. You stared up at the ceiling and wondered how much more stupid you could get. You couldn’t even tell him that you felt the same way, and now you weren’t even sure he wanted to be friends anymore, let alone your best friend. It felt like your whole world had just come crashing down and you had no idea how to mend it.

You looked out the rain spattered window and saw lightning flash over the darkening sky, realizing that the sun would be setting soon. You couldn’t go see him now, you had to let him cool off and get back to a better place first. Seeing Haechan that gloomy and sad made you more upset than you cared to admit. Couple that with the fact that you were the reason for his sadness made you feel like a world class jerk. To console yourself, you went into the kitchen popped some popcorn in the microwave, sulking to yourself as you ate the buttery kernels on the couch. About an hour had passed and the sun had set, leaving the world in a rainy darkness, save for the occasionally flash of lightning. You yawned, suddenly feeling tired, but still uneasy by the fact that Haechan was still in your room, probably sleeping in your bed. He wouldn’t mind if you crashed too right? Or would that be too awkward after what happened?

Regardless, sleep called your name and your eyelids were heavy so you waddled tiredly to your room. You opened the door quietly, a slit of light filtering into the room and revealing the sleeping form of your best friend. He was turned away from the door and was curled up with your blanket tucked up to his chin. You walked over and knelt beside him, gently brushing the hair away from his eyes as you looked at him in sadness. Feeling remorseful and daring, you carefully pressed your lips to his forehead before you stood up, already feeling foolish. You sighed and crept over to the other side of the bed, shutting your door and leaving you in a dreary darkness.

He had taken almost all the pillows and piled them down the middle, creating a divide like a downy wall. It made your heart break as you realized he probably did it on purpose, wanting to put some space between the two of you. Tears bubbled in your throat, wondering if when you woke up the next morning if your best friend would still be your best friend. You drifted off into an uneasy sleep, wanting nothing more than to reach over to Haechan and hold onto him.


You awoke in the middle of the night with a jolt, bolting upright with a gasp as another crackle of lightning struck the clouds. You didn’t know why it scared you like this, thunderstorms never used to affect you. Beside you Haechan also stirred in his sleep, waking up slowly as his eyes tried to adjust to the darkness.

His voice was rough from sleep, “_______?” He sat up, rubbing his eyes as he tried to locate you on the bed. Finding your shaking form as you yelped again, another flash of lightning illuminating your tear streaked face.

He immediately sobered up from sleep, a determined and concerned look in his warm brown eyes as he flicked on your bedside lamp. You blinked at the soft glow, too bright after the pitch dark, “Sorry, I…”

Your words failed you as Haechan suddenly pulled you into his arms, burying his face into your neck as he embraced you. You broke down, sobs racking your body as you hugged him back, wanting nothing more than for him to tell you everything was okay, that everything was fine.

His voice was soft as he tucked your head underneath his chin, kissing your forehead gently, “It’s okay. You’re okay.” He rubbed circles on your back soothingly, closing his eyes as he savored the feeling of you in his arms.

You hiccuped, pulling back to look at him, eyes bleary, “Haechan…I’m so sorry, I wanted to kiss you back! I just-.” Your words died making you stare at the wet tear marks you’d made on his shirt, “I didn’t know what to do because I-I’ve been wanting that for so long.”

You felt Haechan tense up, his eyes widening in surprise as he cupped your face and tilted it up to look at him, “You’re serious? You’re not messing with me?”

“Of course not!,” you exclaimed, frustrated tears still drilling down your cheeks. “I like you, you idiot!”

His lips parted, his breath catching as he processed your words. He couldn’t find a way to respond, couldn’t find his voice, so he did the only thing he could do.

He kissed you.

This time, the moment his lips pressed to yours, you kissed him back, doing what you had wanted to do before. It was a new feeling, strange and wonderful as he kissed you chastely, his mouth sweet against yours. His kiss was filled with all the adoration he’d been holding back, and you tried to put all your feelings into the kiss as well, knowing your words weren’t enough.

After a few minutes, you pulled away, breathless as you both looked at each other like it was the first time. Your matching looks of wonder made the two of you crack up, laughing nervously as you exchanged kisses again. You felt so relieved, when you looked down, you found that all the pillows had been kicked down to the footboard. You realized that Haechan had woken up facing you, and you him.

Your best friend noticed too and smiled sheepishly, “Guess dream me really wanted to cuddle.”

“You’re such a dork,” you giggled, pulling him into a hug and flopping back on the bed with him caging you under him.

He laughed and held you close, nuzzling into your neck as he realized it was three in the morning, “I also guess that means we can actually snuggle for real this time?”

You nodded happily, letting him kiss you sweetly on the nose as you both tried to drift off to sleep. It as slightly impossibly though with the fact that the two of you couldn’t stop just looking at each other in amazement and kissing, a rather good problem to have. Regardless, you felt relieved and content knowing that your best friend was still your best friend (and also your boyfriend now!).

‘You Don’t Get Many Songs Like That’: Liz Rose on Co-Writing Taylor Swift’s 'You Belong With Me’ Chorus

One of Taylor Swift’s secret weapons in her early hit-making days was Nashville songwriting veteran Liz Rose, who co-wrote a number of Swift’s best and biggest early hits, including “Teardrops on My Guitar,” “White Horse” and “You Belong With Me.” The latter went all the way to No. 2 on the Billboard Hot 100, and established the country star as a major pop player.

“It’s really fun to start a song, and you can just hand it to the room, and they all start singing it,” Rose tells Billboard of the enduring smash, whose explosive shout-along refrain we just named the 20th-best chorus of the entire 21st century. “You don’t get many songs like that.”

After Swift wrote third album Speak Now entirely on her own, she and Rose only collaborated once more – on 2012’s Red highlight “All Too Well” – but the latter has remained an in-demand country and pop songwriter, even winning a Grammy in 2016 for her work on Little Big Town’s surprise crossover hit “Girl Crush.” Rose spoke to Billboard about her memories of co-penning (and later performing) one of Swift’s early signature hits.

Was the chorus the first part of the song that came together?

We always started at the beginning. It just flowed out, honestly. She’s so fast. And Taylor kind of knew – she came in with [sings] “You’re on the phone with your girlfriend…” And it just kind of flowed into that chorus.

Are there individual strengths that you and Taylor have as co-songwriters, where you put your emphasis on one part and she does another?

We were always back-and-forth. She comes in with the story and the melody – I truly believe that she heard the production in that song while we wrote it. And that song always amazes me, because when I do writers’ night and I try to play it, I always make the audience sing it – or I make girls get up to sing it.

And that chorus – it’s impossible to sing! I don’t know how she did it. Well, I mean, she’s young and she has a great voice. But the high-reaching [parts of the chorus]… usually I just stop and let the audience sing it. I’m like, “Y’all take this, I can’t do it!”

Was there a part of the chorus that once it came together, you guys knew you were good to go?

Oh, man, just the way it flowed so fast. And I loved the way that it was [only] half of the chorus the first time – have you noticed that? I just think that was so cool, the way we did that.

It does seem like something you guys did a number of times together – where the chorus does shift as the song goes on, and by the third chorus, there’s a key word or phrase that gets turned on its head a little. What do you think the power of doing that is?

It makes you want to stay until the end of the song. And I think that it makes a song more personal. It does it in [Fearless single] “White Horse,” and it does it in “You Belong With Me.” It just makes the listener feel like the writer and the artist care about the song – that they’re like, “Okay, you’ve heard it, but wait a minute – ‘cause I want you know that this really affected me, I’m gonna dig the knife in just a little bit deeper.” We were never through writing a song until we were through writing a song. Until the last line.

I noticed listening to the song recently that it almost sounds like a ‘90s rock song, the way the verses explode into the chorus. Was that something you guys were intentionally going for, or just how it came together?

I think it was there when we were writing it. We wrote it, like, the day before she cut it. And she, I believe, wanted to make sure she’d written everything she could write for the record before she finished cutting it. So I think she came in wanting to write an up-tempo [number], and came in with that story, wanting to write this really fun, fast, driving song. And you can hear it in the guitar, in the work tape.

Do you think this is the best chorus you and Taylor ever did together?

Absolutely. When I go out and do it – when I don’t even have to sing it [Laughs] – it’s pretty awesome! There’s a lot of joy in it. It’s really fun to do live, it’s really fun to watch young girls to 50-year-old women get up and sing it.

Do you have a favorite chorus of the 21st century, or a song that comes to mind when think of a great 21st-century chorus?

Oh, gosh. Well “Girl Crush,” of course. [Laughs.] But that I didn’t write? Taylor’s song “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together.” I mean, that song is amazing. And [Florida Georgia Line’s] “Cruise.” Think about what “Cruise” did, with FGL. Just that it makes you want to sing it, whether you’re a fan of theirs or not, it doesn’t matter. That song, it had a big impact on country music. And “Mama’s Broken Heart,” Miranda [Lambert], that Kacey [Musgraves] wrote. There’s some great ones.

RFA (+V and Saeran) and their first kiss with MC <3

I know that so many people did this already but I wanted to soooo badly >_< also in this HC let´s pretend they didn´t kiss okay?

_Yoosung_

° he invited you over for a round of LOLOL

° you were together for over a month now and it pissed you off that all you ever did was playing games 。゜(`Д´)゜。

° sure, you loved playing together with him but….

° all in all it felt more like a good friendship than a romantic relationship

° and you didn´t like that (;¬_¬)

° so you made up a plan and today would be the day

° the day of your first kiss with your boyfreind Yoosung

° that meant you had to be extra pretty tonight o(^▽^)o

° when he opened the door for you he was shocked

° but of course in a good way XD

° “Woah, MC you look so pretty. Is something important Happening today?”

° oh you sweet, clueless boy……

° here MC´s masterplan began

° “Does that mean I´m usual not pretty?”

° yeah, it was this exact strategy

° “No you always look pretty MC!”

° “So you want to say I look as always? Yoosung you treat me as a friend and not a girlfriend. I sometimes think you don´t even love me!”

° you took acting lessons from Zen so you even managed to cry a little

° “But MC of course I love you !!! I just don´t want  to rush things.”

° now he cried too…

° “No, you don´t. You didn´t even kissed me yet.”\|  ̄ヘ ̄|/

° so that was the reaseon you were so unhappy …..

° no Yooosung u serious??? what a brain..

° he never knew that you felt this way and he was ashamed

° so he did as asked, kinda….

° it was mostly crushing his nose against yours

° soooo embarassing (*゚ー゚)ゞ

° but hey, you had reached your Goal (he kissing you first) and now you kissed him

° but the right way, as often as you could <3</p>


_Jaehee_

° we don´t have to pretend much here…only that they´re together

° you were frustrated

° why woulden´t she kiss you ??

° you always brushed your teeth, didn´t look that bad and never ate garlic when you met with her..

° so why?

° you then did the last thing you could think of…..

° asking the one person who knew everything……….Seven (ノ^∇^)ノ゚

° you spoke with him over the phone and agreed to meet up

° his house was messy as always and there were Ph. Pepper cans all over the floor ⁽(◍˃̵͈̑ᴗ˂̵͈̑)⁽

° “Hey Seven, thanks for helping me out.”

° “No Problem MC, you helped the RFA so much why shoulden´t I help you?”

° something was fishy with how he spoke but he was alwys a bit weird

° “So MC, you told me there was something you can´t tell her directly regarding your relationship.”

° you didn´t told him everything, in case Jaehee came back or was eavesdropping

° what she would never do

° “That´s right. You know I really appreciate waht she does for me and she´s alws nice and stuff but-”

° you heard something, or someone fall over and hit the floor

° your first thought was that Saeran tripped beacuse who else should be at Seven´s house?? (・_・ヾ

° but nooo, it was Jaehee ????「(°ヘ°)

° “Jaehee, what are you doing here??!”

° “Seven tolde me you wanted to talk with him about me. And I thought you were going to break up!”

° now you were confused, why would she think that?

° you loved her with all your heart so why would want to break up?

° “ Jaehee why would I want to break up?”

° “You know MC, it really sounded a bit like that..”

° thank you very much Seven

° then she kissed you, out of the blue

° “MC don´t break up with me I love you!!”

° “Jaehee, I won´t break up with you. I just wanted to ask Seven why you woulden´t kiss me. I thought you wanted to break up.”

° and then there was a super cute confessing-scene which almost landed online thanks to Seven

° but Saeran nicely convinced him otherwise… ( ° ʖ °)


_Zen_

° this one will be quick XD

° we all know he will get to the thing as soon as he can ( ° ʖ °)

° but you were a little shy regarding this matter

° since Zen´s praying that all men are beasts he understands and protects you from the beast

° but every patience comes to an end, even Zen´s

° so he worked out a masterplan, as he called it

° doing stuff a couple would do in the publich was off-limit for you

° you didn´t want for Zen to be in a scandal or hurt his carreer

° and Jaehee would probably kill you

° so it had to be at home, where no one saw what you did and you had all the privacy you wanted (ノ^∇^)

° he only could hold back so long because you agreed to move in with him

° moving in without even kissing MC??? SRLY???

° you were away Shopping and he had one of his rare free days

° meaning it was the perfect chance for him to fullfil said plan

°  when you came back home you didn´t expect to see Zen in the livingroom

° a livingroom full of roses and chocolate

° “Zen, what happend to the living room ?”

° don´t get me wrong, you loved what you saw and were really happy but you didn´t quite undertstand why he did that..

° and then you sneezed, loud and then again and again

° allergies suck, right?

° “Zen I-achoo!, really appreciate what you did but plea-achoo, please put them out I have allergies.” 

° okay, maybe his plan didn´t go that well

° he hurried and put all of the flowers away, so his last hope was the chocolate

° “I´m sorry MC, I didn´t knew that. But I also have some chocolate for you.”      (。♥‿♥。)

° felt bad for Zen so you took a bite

° buuuuut it had nuts in there…..

° did I mention how allergies suck?

° it ended with Zen calling the ambulance because of your allergies

° guess the masterplan wasn´t that much of a succes?

° “I´m so sorry princess. I guess you wanna break up now?”

° “No. why should I? It´s been a long time since someone did sucha nice thing for me. But why did you do that in the first place?”

° “Just forget it MC. Nothing important in the end.” sigh

° poor Zenny

° “Well, whatever, I still think your the sweetest boyfriend walking on earth.” <3

° and because the best boyfriend only deserved the best, you kissed him

° RIP Zen ( ≧Д≦)

° no, srly you almost had to call the doctor because of the bloodloss through his nose XD

° maybe the plan failed but in the end he got what he wanted now hide yourself from the beast MC


_Jumin_

° I don´t count the kiss infront of Sarah as a real couple-kiss

° so after you moved in with him permanently he still was a bit hesistant

° he already forced himself on you and didn´t want to do it again

° after all he was raised to be a gentelman XD

° you could kind of sense that but in return you didn´t want to push him and express his Feelings

° you knew it was all new and a bit difficult for him

°  but the result was that you both were Holding back for each others sake

° that means both of you were frustrated

° and when Jumin Han was frustrated he got pissed…. like really pissed

° and that means more work for poor Jaehee (⌣_⌣”)

° so she called you to ask if everything is alright betwee you two

° “MC, Mr. Han is very…. tense for a while now. Do you have any idea why that is so?”

° you did, kind of..

° “I think I have an idea why, I will talk to him today, I´m sorry if he caused you trouble.”

° you knew you had to do the second-first-step

° it shouldn´t be that hard right?

° hahaha

° this evening he came home even later than usual

° you made dinner for yuo two and played some nice music in the background

° “Hi Jumin,, Jaehee said you´re stressed lately. Is something wrong?”

° “No, what should be wrong?”

° whenever he was bound short he was stressed or annoyed

° “But you´re bringing home more work than usual these days.”

° “MC, please. I am just busier than normally. It has nothing to do with anything.”

° so he was stressed

° “Hey Juimin, I know what to do when you´re stressed and worn out.”

° he looked up, probably to hear what you had to say or say something himself

° but you were a lot quicker

° you gave him a kiss

° “MC, I think you Need to take responsibility for what you have done.”

° he got up and walked towards you, till you hit the door leading to the bedroom

° I think you can guees what happend next ( ° ʖ °)


_Saeyoung/Seven_

° after you became a couple he mostly spend his time at the Hospital with Saeran

° so no time for you :(

° but you understood, if it was your brother you´d likely do the same

° but nevertheless it hurt that he left you alone like that

° he started to build his walls again and left you out

° nooo, don´t go back there  (;へ:)

° you treid you best to help and do all the cleaning Vanderwood once did

° but it didn´t help much

° you decided it was the best to go back to your house for now

° so when Seven came back home he expected you to be on the Couch or wherever in the house

° and you were somewhere, but not somewhere in the house

° so he checked the security cameras, maybe you went Shopping?

° you did leave, but together with all of your belongings

° he panicked

° why did you leave?

° was it because he was busy with ihs brother? Because you had to clean all the time?

° but the most important question: were you planning to come back?

° who knows?

° he wanted you to come back

° being in panik-mode he did the first thing that came to his mind

° hacking into your landlord´s computer andthrowing you out of your flat

° nice ting to do Seven….

° and then, he waited

° the phone rang

° “Hi MC, whats up?”

° “Hey Saeyoung, my landlord threw me out. I don´t know why and I don´t know what to do.” 

° you were crying

° “Keep calm. First you catch your stuff and come back here. I´ll make something to eat and then we can discuss what to do next.”

° “Thanks Seven you´re the best. See you in 10.”

° did he overdo it? probably…

° you arrived at his house and when you stepped inside you could already smellsomething burnt

° “Seven, is your house in fire??”

° “Nah, it´s just the pancake.”

° he looked like he was in a dough-explosion ɾ⚈▿⚈ɹ

° you laughed, he looked a bit hurt

° “You always know how to cheer me up. I love you Saeyoung!” (。♥‿♥。)

° you kissed him and he decided to spin you around after picking you up

° so cuuuuteeeeee

° it was the best time of your life……until he told you about what he did XD


_V_

° it clearly didn´t lack any intention from his side…

° the first time he “wanted to see which eye colour you have”

° but instead of letting him get Close to your face you told him

° MC, please read the mood, would you?

° the second time he accedantly bumped his forhead against yours

° but you told him it was okay and went into the kitchen

° the third time he became desperate he grabbed you by your shoulders and stared at you (he wanted your ok at least)

° but you started to feel embarássed and excused youself to the bathroom

° it wasn´t like you don´t want him to kiss you

° it was more like you being to shy and afraid you were not good enough

°  you saw that he was sad whenever you rejected him like that

° so you made up your mind and decided to not back away next time

° unfortunately that time didn´t come (︶︹︺)

° he was sad, yes, but he respected you and your privacy, so he stopped tryind to push you

° that meant that you had to take the step, next time there was a chance

° that time came around on your next date

° you went to the aquarium and then fetched some dinner in an italian restaurant

° why? because why not!?

°  when he had a piece of pizza left on the corner of his mouth, you saw your chance

° “You have something on your face, mind if I wipe it away?”

° “Yes, that would be very nice of you.”

° imagine the shocked look on his face when you wiped it awya with your tounge XD

° but before he could say anything you shut him up with your lips on his <3

° what a lovely date (♥ω♥*)


_Saeran_

° he wasn´t that good with emotions

° still you showerd him with affection

° it took him almost a month to get used to hugging, so kissing was a far away dream to you

° it made you sad but hey, you still had the rest of your life right?

° Saeran often wondered how he deserved you…

° he was afraid of loosing you

° especially after his idiot brother told him that you would if he didn´t kiss you

° shock of his life ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )

° “MC, do you want to leave me?”

° “No, why should I?”

° you were confused, did Seven tell him some bullshit again?

° he did that nonstop so it wouldn´t suprise you

° “Saeyoung said you would if I don´t kiss you.”

° you spitted out your drink  (`〇Д〇)

° “He said what!!?”

° yes, you could take this chance and force him to kiss you

° but where was the point in that ?

° “Don´t listen to him. I won´t leave because of that and we can kiss if you fel you can manage it, okay?”

° you were just to nice to him

° he knew you only meant it good but he also saw the sadness in your eyes

° so he went to his last backup-plan

° “Saeyoung, I need your help. I want to kiss MC but I don´t know how to do it.” 

° “If you want I can practise with you.”

° “Ok, bye.”(҂⌣̀_⌣́)

° “NOOOO!! Wait!”

° then things happend that I don´t want to explain

° “Hey Saeran do you know wher I left my-”

° you walked in as Seven kissed his brother, Saeran tried to punch him but failed

° “Ooookay… I´m comming back later then.”¯\_(ツ)_/¯

° “No, MC WAIT!!”

° he punched his brother so satisfying and ran after you

° of course you weren´t mad at him if you were then at Seven

° “MC, please don´t be angry at me, it was his fault.”

° he sounded like a kid who´s ice cream got eaten by his brother XD

° I think if someone would do that he would be dead in 3 seconds

° “Saeran, I´m not mad at you that you kissed your brother before me.”

° yes, you were playing with him feeling guilty

° he was afraid

° “No, MC don´t leave me, I´ll do anything …”

° by anything he was referring to kissing and that he did

° result: he felt good kissing you so he didn´t stop you know what follows XD

° but still you punched Seven for kissing your boyfriend


Why did this turn out so long? I have no idea….¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sorry for taking so long though, exams kept me busy so I had not too much time on my Hand

Anyway, I hope you liked it and if you did, leave a like, comment or a repost, which would make me very happy (*^▽^*)

Also if you have any requests or questions just send them nad I´ll do my best    ( ゚▽゚)/

What if Parvati Patil and Cho Chang ended up bonding over how rubbish a date Harry was?

“He kept talking about Hermione Granger!”

“He was completely focused on Ron Weasley.”

“He left to go and meet her!”

“He told me he didn’t want to dance because Weasley might cry.”

“I mean, I know they’re best friends-”

“But if you ask someone out-”

“You should at least talk to them.”

This develops into a close friendship, and regular explosions of “he asked if it was okay to go and meet her-!” “I know, I know.”

Eventually, Parvati makes a joking remark of “we’d be better off dating each other.” And Cho, brilliant Ravenclaw that she is, turns to look very slowly at Parvati, notices how pretty she looks in the afternoon light, and replies, “Yes. Yes we would.”

(Year later, Harry is invited to their wedding as the guest of honour, and is very confused about the whole affair.

“I wasn’t that awful, was I?”

“Yes.”)

SoC x RQ one shots

because, let’s face it, this is the best AU ever

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“Wow! Two illiterate orphans?? In the same heist? We should start a club,” Kilorn says enthusiastically.

Jesper rolls his eyes. “Technically his dad is still alive.”

Wylan cracks a smile. “And I hate seafood.”

Kilorn looks wounded to his core.

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The Joker x Reader x Harvey Dent - “Ministry of Villainy and Chaos”

Before they are unleashed upon the world, all villains must pass the final review from the Ministry of Villainy and Chaos. Meetings are held twice a week and there’s no skipping. Tasks are assigned and they all must be completed, otherwise one will never be an awesome “bad guy.”

You are taking care of the two most promising rising stars: The Joker and Harvey Dent. You sure hope they will both pass because they are your personal favorites and man, they will do a lot of good out there! Cross that out: they will do a lot of evil out there. You walk around your office, carefully studying them and finally take a sit on your glass desk.

“Ok, guys, did you come up with a cool nickname for yourselves? J, what have you got?”

“The Jester of Gotham!” he grins, winking at you.

“NO!” you cut him off, playing with your hair. “And stop flirting. Try again.”

“Mister Disaster.”

“That’s even worse than the first one.” He scoffs. “Try harder.”

“The Clown Prince of Crime?”

“You’re not that funny” (J frowns) but I really like this one. You could also use King of Gotham, just a suggestion; it’s not taken yet,” you adjust your eyeglasses, writing down “pass” for the Joker on this week’s assignment.

“I like it, sweetheart,” he licks his lips, winking again.

“Stop flirting I said or I’ll drop you and you’ll have to start all over again!”

“Yes, ma’am,” he playfully agrees, putting his legs up on the marble coffee table in front of him.

“Harvey, did you come up with something?”

“Ummm…Harvey…Dent?”

“That’s your name, senator, you need something else,” you roll your eyes, aggravated. “You’re lucky I like you, you have until next session to find your nickname. I’m on vacation next week so you have time. Next task is to come up with a defining physical look. See you guys when I come back.”

**********************

They are already in the office when you arrive. They both get up to meet you and you gasp in awe, shocked with admiration: Harvey Dent is missing half a face and you stop in front of him, touching the scars as the Joker snarls, unhappy.

“Wow, Harvey, this is awesome! I love it! A+, definitely A+, no doubt about it! Wow,” you mutter again, mesmerized. “Did you do it yourself?”

“Hell, no, I wish I would have come up with the idea; it was done to me,” he admits because he can’t lie.

“I’m so proud of you, I absolutely love it,” you finally detach yourself from his face and go to The Joker, your eyes getting big when you finally notice the details in his change. “Oh, my God, this is…this is unbelievable!” you caress his soft, now very pale face, and he purrs, excited. “A+ also, incredible! Goes well with your tattoos and green hair, genius strike! It makes your blue eyes stand out.”

“Did you hear that Dent? I’m a genius,” J boasts towards his adversary who gives him a dirty look.

“Did you do it yourself?” you inquire, tracing his jaw line with your finger, smitten without realizing it.

“Nope, it was done to me also; Ace Chemicals, I was pushed in a vat against my will.”

“Awww,” you tilt your head, pouting. “But it all worked out, right? Both pass, amazing work!”

“I’m glad you like it, honey,” J snarls, pecking your wrist since your hand is still on his face.

“Stop flirting,” you admonish him, letting go and grabbing your papers, writing down comments on the amazing transformation they pulled off. “Harvey, did you find a nick name?” you lift your eyes for a second.

“Two Face,” he cracks his shoulders, proud of the finding.

“Sooo damn appropriate! Pass, senator!” you giggle, excited your two favorites are doing so great. “Next time I see you guys you gotta kidnap someone important for me.”

**********************

You enter the first sound proof room with The Joker and Dent.

“Ahhhh,” you squeal like a school girl when you see who Harvey got. “The newly promoted Commissar Gordon! Oh, Senator, you knew he’s my favorite?!”

“Of course, Miss Y/N, I wanted to pass this damn task,” he smiles, flipping his coin.

“Hello, Gordon,” you go in front of his chair where he is tight up with a gag in his mouth. “Oh, don’t worry, nobody’s going to hurt you under my watch. You’re my personal good guy favorite, so incorruptible. We need people like you to make it fun for us,” you kick his chair, amused and delighted in the same time. “I heard the wife is pregnant, what are you having, boy or girl?” He mumbles something, struggling to escape. “Stop it, Mr. G, we’ll let you go shortly. I’ll send flowers when the happy event occurs; I hope the boys won’t put any explosives in there,” you crinkle your nose, praying for the best for his sake.

You step up in the hallway to go to J’s room. “Oh, you so pass on this one, Harvey! God, I love Gordon,” you sigh, opening the door and find yourself in front of something strange.

“Who is this, J ??!!”

You point towards the dude strapped on the chair with the weird outfit on.

“This, my lovely…”

“Stop flirting,“ you interrupt and he rolls his eyes, continuing: “…is the new guy they are talking about all over the news, Gotham’s vigilante, The Batman.”

“Really?” you go and sit in Batsy’s lap, staring at his mask. “Oh, honey, please stop wearing spandex if you want us to take you seriously, OK?” you tilt your head, taking a deep breath. “I think you have potential, just find a new outfit, something…amazing. I would love to see you wearing something cool, it sure feels like you work out,” you squeeze his biceps, quite impressed. He mutters with his gag on and you kiss his cheek, getting up. “Don’t worry, we’ll let you go here shortly. Great job, J, also pass. Hey, no!” you slap the Joker’s hand when he tries to take off Batsy’s mask. “You know the rule, we don’t do that here. You can do it after you’re out there on your own and you catch him again, OK?”

“Ok, baby, “ he roars your way and you shake your head.

“Stop flirting I said, do you really want me to drop you?!”

“No, sir…ma’am, “ he chuckles, opening the door for you.

You walk in front of them towards your office again.

“Next week’s task is to find your own distinctive style you guys. Good luck!”

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“OK, Harvey, what are you going for?” you sniffle as you watch him getting up from his seat, wearing a very nice suit.

“I am going for the classic, elegant style,” he proudly states, turning around so you can observe better.

“Nice, senator, nice! We need someone with elegance and charm out there,” you agree, marking “pass” in his papers and he sits down, lifting his eyebrows towards his opponent, full of himself.

The Joker grinds his silver teeth, unimpressed.

“J, what are you going for?”

“Gangster style,” he widely smirks, getting up now and slowly turning around so you can notice everything.

“We didn’t have any good gangsters lately. Are you going to button your shirt?”

“Highly doubt it, people need to see my awesome physique, I don’t work out like crazy for nothing.”

“Hmmm, I like the gold chains, are they heavy?”

“Not too bad, wanna feel them for yourself, Doll?” and without waiting for an answer he grabs you hand and places it on his chains, then slowly moves it down on his abs, giving you that devilish Casanova look you kind of like on him.

“E-hem,” you fakely cough, enjoying feeling his soft skin.“ Stop flirting!” and you take your hand away, not before you unconsciously trace his JOKER tattoo for a few more seconds.

“Yes, ma’am,” he winks, happy to see the disapproving glare Dent gives him.

“E-hem,” you cough again, taking notes. “For next time you have to blow up something important. Both pass, by the way.”

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“Senator, what did you blow up?”

“Gotham’s police station!”

“Jesus, was Gordon inside?!” you jump from your desk, scared.

“No, no, of course not, I made sure he wasn’t.”
“Oh, thank God,” you exhale in relief. “I really like that dude, too bad he’s on the wrong side. Pass, senator,” you scribble on his chart.

“ J?”

“I blew up The Wayne Mansion.”

“Huh?! Why? How is that important?” you ask, debating if he should pass on this one or not.

“Bruce Wayne is a narcissistic, rich prick and for some reason he gets on my nerves. Wealthy bastards need to know we are after their fortune, Gotham doesn’t belong to them. No one is safe,” he concludes his presentation, surprised you didn’t get it.

“Well, that makes sense, I guess, “ you narrow your eyes, thinking. “Pass. Next week you have to show me some smooth moves on your seduction skills. You will sometimes need them to ensure your success.”

You can’t help but notice the smug look on both their faces.

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“Harvey, you first.”

He gets up, comes over and kisses your hand, not breaking eye contact with you.

“Enchante, Miss Y/N,” and he kisses your hand again.

“Wow, Mister Dent, you are so charming and I am crazy about French! Pass!” you declare, not wanting to let go. “So smooth, just lovely, magnificent job!” you keep on praising him to The Joker’s dismay.

“J, what have you got?”

He mumbles something not very nice towards the senator, comes in front of you and starts purring.

“You want Daddy to give you something you’ll never forget?” he pulls down on your bottom lip with his thumb. “Daddy knows how to make you happy, you naughty girl,” he brings his face closer to yours and you gulp.

“Ummm, what e-exactly are you going for?” you stammer for a second, trying to control yourself. Jeez, he got intense.

“Seductive gangsta style, you like it, Kitten?” he bites his lips, staring at yours.
“Yes, pass!” you yank your head away and go sit at your desk, trying to gain composure before they both notice how flustered you are.

“Oh, goody,” he snickers, confident on his skills now. He stretches in front of Harvey on purpose. “I’m soooo good.”

Harvey gives him the finger and J groans towards him, annoyed.

“OK, gentlemen, next time I see you I will just have to sign your certificates and you will be ready to get out there and start mayhem.”

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You and The Joker got there first and now he’s holding you in his arms, his hands all over you..

“Last night was great, Princess, am I going to see you again tonight?”

“Maybe…” you giggle, kissing him.

“Daddy would love to…”  

You notice Harvey coming in and you take a step back, slapping J as hard as you can: “Stop flirting or I’ll drop you!”

“What the…?” he moves his jaw sideways, surprised.

“Serves you right!” Harvey starts laughing and The Joker realizes why you did it.

“Yeah, I’m a flirt, can’t help it,” he grunts, rubbing his cheek.

You try to make it short because you feel uncomfortable you almost got busted.

“Here are your signed certificates, congratulations to both, now go out there and make us proud!”

“Thank you, Miss Y/N, “ Dent comes and kisses you hand again, ready to turn Gotham upside down and then he exits your office, not before he “accidentally” bumps into The Joker:

“Excuse me, sir,” he huffs.

“You’re excused,” J mumbles, irritated.

“Here’s your certificate,” you hand it over to him to distract him from his murderous intent towards Harvey and he immediately looks excited.

“Listen, Doll, I need a Queen, it’s an emergency, I wanna start shit tonight. Can’t show my face out there alone with just my men. It would be inappropriate for The King Of Gotham and I don’t have time to search around.  Are you interested?” he gropes you, yanking you in his arms again.

“What do you have to offer?” you whisper, getting lost in his blue eyes.

“What I offered last night,” he kisses you roughly , “and everything else you want, sky’s the limit.”

“Well, if it’s an emergency…” you pretend to debate, “ I guess I have to help.”


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I spend a lot of time missing you
but even more thinking about
what I could have done to make you stay.

Most days, I feel like more poison than girl,
more fury than fire, more sex than touch,
making out on your best friend’s couch
the second he went upstairs,
making out because it was the only thing
we could bear to do with our mouths.

Everyone tells me it isn’t my fault,
that leaving me on the cold hard pavement
was cowardly, and I can’t say I disagree,
but in the end, you didn’t destroy me.
We destroyed each other.

We’d flash our supernova hearts
disguised as teeth,
finding comfort in the explosion
because it didn’t make us bleed.
We did a lot of things I’m not proud of.

But we loved much harder
than I could have ever imagined
loving anybody ever, and I think
“fuck you” is just another way of saying
I wish we could have survived this.

—  This is just a fancy way of saying I miss you and I wish you were here and I wish you had stayed and I shouldn’t be thinking these things anymore but I am anyway
D A N G E R O U S: Chapter 1

Prologue

Summary: It wasn’t her destiny, but sometimes the world can get switched around and it seemed to happen a lot to her. She always assumed that she would hate it, she wouldn’t be able to stand the thought of it, but as time grew on she realized she loved it, and that made her dangerous.

 "Johnson, we have a meeting in 15 minutes, I want everyone at the table ready to go. This is serious" I tell Jack before walking off to grab plans and notes for tonight’s meeting.

 I enter the meeting room and set a schedule infront of everyone’s seat. Tonight was out last meeting before tomorrow’s big plan. We had a huge shipment in and I just knew, Vincent was going to try and interfere. He always did. 

 "Y/N? CAN YOU COME HERE REALLY QUICK?“ I hear Johnson call me from the top of the basement steps. I rush up cussing under my breath.

"The meeting is starting soon, what the fuck do you need?” I say to jack. That’s when I notice the unfamiliar boy standing next to Dillon.

“The fuck are you?” I ask rudely. I can’t have strangers in this house. 

“Im Taylor Caniff, a good friend of Dillon. I was kinda hoping I can join your gang, I feel I’d be a great asset and I-" 

"This isn’t a fucking job interview. Dillon, do you trust Taylor 100%?” I look at Rupp.

“Absolutely. I’ve known him almost my whole life.” Dillon says nodding rapidly 

“Alright. I’ll think about. Leave and I’ll call you tomorrow with my decision” I say nodding at him to leave my house. 

“but don’t you-" 

"I’ll get all your info don’t worry babe. Now get out” I say turning towards the boys. “You really brought someone I didn’t fucking know in this house? What the hell is wrong with you Dillon? You know we can’t do that.” I say glaring at him before stomping back down the steps.

All the guys followed me sitting in their respective seats. Tatyana was on my right while Kenny was on my left. We 3 sat at the head of the specially designed table. On the Right side sat Johnson, Kenny H, Nate, Matt, Swazz and Nash. On the left side sat Gilinsky, Dillon, Sam, Hayes, Derek and Shawn. 

“Alright everyone. Nash, what’s the status on the actual shipment?” I ask standing as everyone else sits.

“it’s on its way. It’s still on schedule to arrive at approximately… 9:36 pm.” Nash nods up from his laptop. 

“Good. Gilinsky, Johnson, are the trucks and cars ready? Everything packed? I want a checklist of everything you packed now” I turn to look at both boys.

“Well I did the trucks and we have: Specialized Guns, 12 Ak-47’s, 17 Blades, Clubs, and 4 of the bombs made” Gilinsky says reading from a clipboard he has. 

“Okay, directly after the meeting, pack the grenades and fire starters, just incase. Johnson, your turn." 

"In the cars we have, duffel bags, emergency kits, personal hand guns, personal switch blades and body armor." 

"Good, Sam, is the security set up?” The boy stands up and almost knocks shit off the table. 

“Yes mam, I went down today to double check and everything’s good. We will be able to see what’s happening from Nash’s laptop.” He nods with his hands behind his back. 

“Perfect. Nate, remember the plan for you?” I ask quickly.

“Yes mam, we arrive I get ready and me, you and Dillon walk to the warehouse to retrieve the actual shipment, talk to the man, pay him and get out. If Vincent shows up I call in a code red to Nash and Sam and then Swazz, Derek and Matt come in with their job.” He recites straight from memory.

“Exactly. Hayes and Shawn, you’ll have watch duty. We should be back no later than 12. Dillon you’re coming with me and Nate to the actual deal, everything make sense?” I speak to each one of my men. Everyone nods and says yes as I dismiss them. “Nash” I call before he leaves the room.

“Yea?”

“Send me all the info you have on Taylor Caniff. I want in within the next three hours okay?” I say at the boy packing up my things. 

“Of course. I’ll have it to you before dinner.” He smiles before walking out of the room and up the stairs. 

“I really hope Vincent doesn’t show up" I say to Tatyana and Kenny. I gather my things and walk up the stairs with the two trailing behind me.

Once I reach the top of the stairs I smell delicious food. I look over and see our professional Chef, Jared, making us lasagna with garlic bread I smiled and cheered.

“Dinners almost ready, so everyone wash up” Jared says kindly to us. All the boys rush either to their rooms our fight for the kitchen sick and hallway bathroom to wash their hands first. I roll my eyes and walk up stairs to the bedroom beside mine.

I walk in and see my babygirl standing in her crib. She’s teething so her toy is stuck in her mouth with drool running down her chin and chest. 

“Baby girl, are you hungry?” I speak lightly to the little girl. She’s a little over a year old and I love her with my heart. All the guys do. But only they know she exists. 

First rule in running a gang, don’t have fucking kids and tell the world. People will come after the child and it will be so much drama.

I named her Nyx, after the Greek goddess who is the embodiment of night and darkness. Her hair is dark but she actually has light eyes. Her skin is fairly tan and her lips are already big. I carry her downstairs and she gets excited when she sees all her uncles and her aunt. 

“PAPA” she squeals when she sees Kendrick. He’s basically her grandfather so she calls him papa.

We all play with her while bring her into the kitchen and at the dinner table. She sits next to me in her high chair while we eat. 

We all make casual conversation and to anyone who’s never met us, or doesn’t live with us or even know us, we look like a family. A somewhat normal family, who’s happy and doesn’t worry about anything. But that’s not what we are.

We’re the Norths. The scariest and best gang in the untied states and probably the world. We’re located in Northern California, hence the name. But only other gangs know that. To regular citizens, we’re the Titans.

Our enemies our the Vipers, or the Wests. Their leader is Vincent Makoff. He’s an asshole rapist and the “father of my child”. Nobody actually considers him the father, we just don’t talk about it. It’s actually best that way. 

Our allies are the Easts or the Skulls. We mostly just trade with eachother and help business. 

We basically rule over the Souths, they have an “alliance” with the Wests, but they’re way more scared of me and my gang. We mainly use them for information and money. 

“So Dillon, you really think Taylor would fit in here?” I say feeding Nyx a small piece of meat. 

“I actually do, he’s a good fighter and he can help Kenny make bombs.” Rupp says nodding towards our explosives expert. 

“I’ll do a check on him, then I’ll decide by the morning if he can begin training, if he does begin training, I want everyone to treat him like a rookie, no speak of Nyx and no talk about plans infront of him. Understood?” I say my voice booming over the dinner table. 

Other gangs find it funny I’m a woman running a gang. They think it’s a weakness but I’m anything but weak. The best way to be a leader is to establish respect with only a little bit of fear, treat your members well and they won’t run off looking for a better leader.

I have a lot more people than just the guys and Tatyana, but they don’t live with me. 

After dinner all the guys kiss Nyx goodnight and go off to do whatever the hell boys do. I go up to her room and put her pajamas. I read her a bedtime stories and sing songs to her to help her sleep. When she’s finally asleep I place her in her crib with her favorite blankets and stuffed animals. 

I walk into my own room right next to hers and turn on the security system. The rules in this house are, after 9 pm there is no leaving with out permission because our security system is very advanced and if anyone leaves or comes in it goes crazy. 

I turn on the camera for Nyxs room so I can see her. I then look at the info Nash sent me on Taylor. 

He really has knows Dillon his whole life. Family issues, chill, funny and kinda cute. I look into the darker stuff. He’s been in one other gang, luckily it was a respectable gang I have an alliance with. Apparently he left because he wouldn’t be staying in the same area.

I decide to call taylors old gang leader.

“ahh y/n. Haven’t heard from you in a while. How are you?” I hear the mans voice speak. “I’m well garret. Though I have a couple questions for you." 

"I might have some answers." 

"Taylor Caniff was previously with you correct?" 

"I feel like you already know the answer to the questions you’re asking, but yes that’s correct” Garret says chuckling. 

“Very funny. I was thinking about recruiting him and I wanted your insight before I made any final decisions." 

"He was a good kid. I think you’d like him a lot. Hard working and very talented. If you’re asking my opinion which I don’t think you are, I’d say recruit him" 

"Alright, that’ll be all. Oh and you’re next shipment of supplies will be there in 2 and a half weeks.” I say pulling up the supplies I was supposed to send him. 

“Thanks y/n. Have a nice night” I hang up the phone and pick up my cell phone. I text Dillon to come to my room. He knocks on the door before slowly opening it. 

“Hey y/n/n. Is Nyx asleep?” He says coming over to my desk and looking at the sleeping infant.

“Yea. So I looked into Taylor and I’m going to recruit him, only if you think I should.” I say as Dillon takes a seat on my bed.

Me and Dillon have been friends even before I was leader. My father got younger guys to handle his important business mainly so my brother could form a brotherly bond with them and things would go over smoothly. But I actually bonded with the guys more than my brother. 

“I totally think you should. He’s also good with kids when the time comes, I know you feel bad about always sticking Hayes with watch because he’s young.” Dillon says watching me move to the bed next to him. 

“I can’t have just everyone in the house watching her. Do you think he should get to stay here, or should he be one of my field guys?" 

"Here. He would get bored in the field and bother us all the time” Dillon laughs throwing his arm around me. 

“Alright. I’ll call him tomorrow. Remember I don’t care how close y'all are. When he’s trading he’s nothing but a new kid. Understand?” I say sternly.

“Yes mam.” Dillon says kissing my forehead and walking out of my room. I fall asleep and prepare for out big day tomorrow.

Unadulterated Crack part 2

pairings: Thorin x reader

warnings: None? 

word count: 6,000+

Author’s note: uhh, I wrote this around thanksgiving and christmas so you’re gonna have to deal with holiday feels in May. Also I made the quest start in fall so yeah.


After insisting they get an extra pony for Bilbo, everyone had a pony, and their supplies were on their horses, despite you assuring them they wouldn’t need half of them with you there, you set off. When the dwarves were making their bets about whether Bilbo would show or not, you said, “I bet you that he shows up. I also bet you he quickly realized he forgot his handkerchief and insists we turn back to get it.”

Kili said, “I bet you he remembers it! He’s practically attached at the hip to that thing.”

When Bilbo showed up, you turned to Thorin and quirked an eyebrow at him as he said, “Give him a pony.” After Bilbo was on said pony, and everyone tossed around the betting gold, Bilbo did indeed realize he forgot his handkerchief and demanded everyone stop. You looked at Kili, held out your hand, and said, “Pony up bitch.”

Kili smirked at you, and handed you a single coin, you glared at him. Before you could growl at him, he said, “You need to be specific with what you want before agreeing to something. Otherwise people will take advantage of you.” then looked like he was bracing himself for a scolding. But instead, you simply threw back your head and laughed, “Right you are! You are very clever Kili, and you presented it with wit, and tact might I add. You’ve got spunk kid, and I love spunk. Here have this as a reward.” putting the coin he gave you in the bag with the coins Dwalin and Nori gave you, and tossed it to him.


Fili cried, “Hey! Why does he get free money he didn’t earn?" 

 You smirked at him and chuckled, "Oh he earned it, I was not expecting that at all. If you remember what I said before, your world provides me very little mental stimulation. So I’ll take it where I can get it, and reward them for it. Plus because I wanted to give it to him, and it was mine to give. If you were smart, you would have kept your mouth shut and tested to see if I’d give more out  in return for making me laugh, or enjoy something.”

Kili piped up, “Yeah, what she said.” as his older brother pouted.

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Valentine's Sabezra Fic!

Hey guys - if you don’t wanna read it just scroll past it but here is a fic i did after trials of the darksaber, and I hope you enjoy it! Happy Valentine’s Day!

Sabine sat on the edge of the Ghost’s ramp, trying not to process what had happened that day. But it had happened. She broke down and let everything, everything go. She had sobbed till she couldn’t hear herself think. It wasn’t often that her guard broke down like that; in fact, it never happened. She pushed everyone away, and it hurt. And now that it was out, it still hurt like hell, viciously tormenting her. The look on Kanan’s face when she exploded, disarming him with her raw emotion. The look on Ezra’s face when she finally admitted what he had been pressing her about for so long. Her mother. Her father. Her brother. Betraying her and leaving her to rot, as if family didn’t matter. It was too much to bear.

Oh gods, Ezra. She didn’t mean to lash out at Kanan like that. And to be reminded that Ezra was an orphan… It wasn’t their fault. Her demons still plagued her after 4 long years, and it ate at her to know that she could have hurt them. She apologised profusely to Kanan, but Ezra was still busy with… whatever he was doing. He probably thought to left her alone for once. And this time, she wished he hadn’t.

She held her head in her hands, and decided she had 5 more minutes of weakness and then would get on with her life. She would paint, and then… Well, she would decide that later. Sabine Wren didn’t do crying unless it was in the dead of the night, where no one would see or hear. The night was often a sea of comfort in which she could wash away her nightmares and pain. But her emotions got the best of her, and she was determined it wouldn’t happen again.

Then a slight cough and some whistling of a familiar tune woke her out of her stupor. There was Ezra, walking along in that easy-going lope of his towards her. It reminded her of how he seemed to sway with the wind on the fields of Lothal. Their eyes met, and Ezra gave her a soft smile.

“Hey there. You… uhm, okay?” he asked. She folded her arms and nodded. “Fine.”

He shook his head. “No you’re not. And that’s why you’re coming with me.”

Sabine snorted. “Going where, exactly?” He shrugged. “Offworld. It’s time we caused some bucketheads a little more trouble, don’t ya think?”

She stared at him. “Are you for real, Bridger? Hera’s going to kick both of our butts worse than I kicked yours today.”

Ezra grinned and leaned down. “Why don’t you ask her, then? Oh, and I kicked your butt first. Rookie.” Sabine elbowed him. “Call me rookie one more time, I dare you.”

Ezra’s gaze turned mischievous. “C'mon. Where’s your sense of adventure, ‘Bine? Its been a while since we did anything… fun.” She snorted. “Right. Fun. No time for fun in a rebellion.”

He scoffed. “Oh, come on! Let’s face it, you’ve probably had the roughest day, like, ever. You need to de-stress. Oh, and Kanan’s cool with it. Just so you know.”

She considered what he was saying a little less disbelievingly. “Are you sure you’re not just lying your butt off to take me out somewhere and disobey orders 'cause you’re in this whole rebelling phase again?” Ezra’s eyes widened and he raised his hands in a who, me? gesture.

“Ye of little faith. I promise you we got permission from both Hera and Kanan. And Chopper is coming with us. It’s all for you - no selfishness included. So whaddaya say? Wanna cause some trouble with me?”

She laughed a little. Okay, maybe she did need some kind of break. From… everything.

“You had this whole thing organised, didn’t you?” she asked, while Ezra shrugged sheepishly. “Alright, Bridger. Let’s go somewhere.”

Ezra pumped his fist in the air and whooped, while Sabine shushed him - “You’ll wake up Zeb!” They walked over to the Phantom, where Chopper and Hera were waiting for them. Hera had warmth in her eyes when she said, “All right, I had to tweak a few things to get you two out of here. As far as anyone knows, this is a recon mission as well as getting those DLT-19’s out of the system - so I want at least two bags of joguns, waffles, chili dumplings, dried kelp strips for Kanan and yes, Ezra, you can get a Bantha burger. ”

The padawan jumped up in the air and hugged the twilek. “You’re the best, Hera!”

Hera smiled. “Don’t get caught by the Empire. That’s all I’m gonna say - this is a one off for you two!” Ezra mock-whispered, “Meh, she’ll cave in next time.”

Hera gave Ezra a steely look. “Don’t wreck the Phantom, hotshot.” While Ezra protested, Sabine smirked. “He won’t. I’m flying.” Ezra wheeled around.

“Oh no you aren’t. You don’t even know where we’re going!” he retorted. 

Sabine raised an eyebrow. “So where are we going, oh Master Tracker?”

Ezra wiggled his brows. “You’ll see. Time to fly, boys and girls - uh, should I say, droids and girls. This pilot’s got a few tricks up his sleeve." 

Sabine rolled her eyes as she entered the Phantom, while Hera watched on amusedly. 

Garel, Evening

Garel’s city lights twinkled and glowed lilac, while the sea was a wash of black and blue. Since the Ghost crew and Phoenix Squadron had left, the number of Star Destroyers had lessened quite a bit,  though Imperial presence was still notable. Sabine looked over to Ezra, who was humming to himself. "By the way, Chopper got your sprays on board - just thought you’d want to know.”

Sabine turned to Chopper. “What the - Chopper! You know no one is allowed to touch those!” Chopper warbled his reply, and the Mandalorian wrinkled her brow, and then burst into laughter. 

“Ezra, is that what you were getting at this whole time? Seriously?!” Ezra grinned modestly. “What can I say? It’s been a while since we defaced some Imperial property. I also brought some explosives - y'know, just in case we need them.”

Sabine felt something a lot like joy creep into her heart and swell up inside. Before she realised what she was doing, she ran up to Ezra as they landed and wrapped him in a fierce hug. “Woah there!” he laughed, and something warm and gushing filled his eyes as he embraced her back.

She quickly broke away, slightly embarrassed and said, “I can’t believe - I mean - ” Ezra stopped her, his mouth twisting into a lopsided grin. “You can thank me later. Chopper, let’s roll!”

They jumped out of the Phantom, and put on their helmets, Ezra’s the scout trooper helm Sabine painted for him, and Sabine her Mandalorian helmet. They grabbed 3 detonators each, and Sabine got her paint canisters out along with her sprayer. “Oh, it feels GOOD being able to use these babies properly again!” she exclaimed, and Ezra’s eyes sparkled. He loved making her feel better; so often she’d comforted him when he was down, so what better to help her than by doing what she loved best  - mixing art and explosions.

“Remember the old days when we were tagging and blowing up crates on Lothal?” Ezra asked as they snuck around the backstreets. Sabine gave a breathy laugh. “Those were the days. Small rebellion, huh?”

“It’s a big one now,” Ezra replied. “But, we can always revert juuust a little bit.” With that, he leaped up into the air and onto the roof of a building. “Show off,” Sabine said, and climbed up the stalls to join him. They spotted their loot, and got going.

Two heads hung upside down off the roof of a building. Quietly, Sabine crept down and dropped, light as a feather on the ground. Ezra followed, only missing his step slightly and almost doing the splits. Before he could cry out in pain, Sabine pulled him into a side street, trying not to laugh. “ I see you’ve still got your clumsy face on,” she teased. “Oh, shuddup,” he grumbled good-naturedly, and Sabine got to work.

The quiet sound of paint swishing across the crates of DLT-19 guns alerted three troopers to her whereabouts. When they saw her, one gave an audible gasp, and Ezra swore he could see the wide grin beneath Sabine’s helmet. They recognised her, alright - or at least knew of her. 'The Artist’. 

“Hey boys. Did ya miss me?” she asked, cockily, in a way that Ezra absolutely loved. The troopers took a step back, and the tallest stated, “Call for back up. One Mando female - it’s the Artist!”

Sabine felt her smile grow wider. “Ah, good to know my rep still stands. And you’ll be glad to hear I’ve brought back-up of my own.” She pressed a switch and somersaulted out of the way, as the first detonator went off, blasting the crates sky high. Ezra dropped like a stone from the roof and landed splat on one of the troopers, successfully drop kicking him. “Hah! Made it!” He exclaimed triumphantly. 

The Mandalorian tilted her head. “A bit sloppy, but that was a first. Now come on!” She grabbed his hand and spun him around as they ran towards the  bay parallel to where the Phantom was. The thrill of the chase rushed over them, and Sabine found that she was laughing when the second crate blew up, and Ezra bowled her out of the way. “Oh, oh, we should do that again -  over there!” Ezra raised his eyebrows. 

“Well you’re having a good time now, aren’t you?”

She let out a wild laugh. “Are you kidding? This is the best I’ve felt in ages - oh, don’t let it get to your head, blasterbrain.” Ezra flashed her his best grin. “You know you love me.”

She pressed the button a third time and Ezra swung his arm, using the Force and letting the blaster jelly go flying into the air; landing on an oncoming tie.

 It spontaneously combusted in colours of orange, purple and bright pink, flashing across the sky, as if the stars were setting alight. Both of them paused in their run, letting out a sigh of pleasure as they saw just how beautiful Sabine’s creation really was. The padawan noticed how the orange reflected off her eyes and danced between them. He was more than glad to see her like this, to be doing something that she really loved. He snapped out of it when Chopper arrived in the Phantom, ready to pick them up and go. 

Sabine’s eyes twinkled even more as she replied, “Do I know that? Maybe I do.” She danced into the Phantom, and Ezra shook his head, gazing up, his heart feeling as though it were going to shoot into the sky amidst the explosion. Chopper’s grumpy beeps urged him up, and they were soon off and being chased. 

“Ready for the last one?” Sabine asked, and Ezra gave her another of his lopsided smiles. “Ohhh yeah. Hit 'em with it 'Bine.” She paused. Her eyes seemed to give him a look of, thank you, and she leaned out of the Phantom. “Hey bucketheads! Eat THIS!”

The final explosion was the brightest Ezra had seen in that entire time, and he watched as the Imperial compound flashed blue and gold. The Ties kept chasing, and the pair high-fived before buckling in as Chopper went to hyperspace.


“So… I never got to say thank you,” Sabine began, mid-hyperspace. Ezra turned round from the pilot’s seat and folded his arms. Amusement danced in his eyes, as well as that strange fondness that seemed to glitter whenever they spoke. “For what?”

She raised her eyes to the sky. “For - you know… teaching me how to use a stick.”
Ezra raised both eyebrows. “A stick? Just a stick?” Sabine huffed good-naturedly. 

“Not just a stick. The lightsaber forms. Even for a person who isn’t a Force-User. Also… for this. It actually felt really, really good to be messing with troopers and helping put an end to those shipments. Also, tagging my art again.”

Ezra’s eyes twinkled even more. “Anything for you, 'Bine. Maybe it was just an excuse to hang with you.” She rolled her eyes as he flicked her on the shoulder. “Although we still need a round two of the sticks. Gadgets or no gadgets, you know I’m gonna beat ya.”

“Oh yeah? You’ll be begging for mercy before YOU know it, Bridger.”

“You would know,” He responded cheekily.

“Oh, shut up.”

Pharya wedding

fareeha shows up in her full suit of battle jet armor with a little purple stickon bowtie. aleksandra wears a normal suit. jesse is pharah’s best man and hes sobbing the entire time from happiness. zenyatta is the priest.
“I pronounce you swolemates”
junkrat sets off badass explosions in the background as they kiss, and lucio blasts We are the Champions from the dj booth.

They enjoy the wedding and eat the beautiful cake that they bought from hanzo (who knew that he was a professional baker in his freetime from being an assassin?). talking to the guests, morrison lightly jabs aleks that if he finds out shes not treating his little muffin right he’ll make her regret it (like the overprotective father figure he is) ana laughs and tells him to knock it off. ana is extremely emotional and is happy for zarya to be a part of the amari family. jess is still crying btw. gabriel says he is very proud of fareeha in his wispy vape voice and gives them flowers and floats away. Even sombra and widow showed up. (sombra claims that shes surveillancing to learn zaryanova’s weaknesses but really she just really likes angel food cake and free catering) lena and emily are cheery and wouldn’t miss a lesbian wedding for the world.

the newly wed couple find a little alone time in the midst of the celebration. pharah asks a very important question thats been on her mind the whole time.
“I know you’ve said it a million times but I need to hear it again, do you love me?”

“Bb im more attracted to you than genji is attracted to my graviton surge,” she says, giving a wink. “I love you.”

fareeha is silent, but she gazes into her eyes with complete understanding, gently picking up aleksandra. they rocket jump away into the sunset, not having to say a word. the only person who sees them leave is jesse, who smiles as he sees his sister fly away with the woman she wants to spend the rest of her life with. that was the most beautiful wedding he’s seen in his life

Dreams Amongst Gunfire

For the Beauty and the Beast Fanfiction/Fanart Celebration challenge hosted by @thestanfoubrew and @remuslupinsmiled to commemorate the release of Beauty and the Beast on DVD on June 6th.

The challenge is to write 30 fics during the month of June, about any BATB ship.

So, here is my twelfth Gafou fic for June 12th, based on the twelfth prompt:

Dreams

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IMAGINE: “…So, we got to the alleyway right, Y/N was gettin’ all scared, so we started making out, so it could get out of Y/N’s head. When I say it was mind blowing, I mean pshhhuuu,” Dinger made an explosion motion, “Mind blowing, had a good looking body too.“ Dinger leaned back onto Bobby with his tongue stuck out playfully. "God, sometimes I wish your Mom would’ve ran over your big head too.” Bobby rolled his eyes at his best friend as they talked about you and Dinger’s relationship. -Jae xx

“Yeah, my avarice tends to make decisions for me. And right now I want your life, Wrath.”

Oh-ohhhhhh! Badass one-liner detected!

You get ‘em, Greedling!

Wow, Ling took over in an instant to greet Fulman. Just… utterly seamless. Greed and Ling really are best buds these days, aren’t they?

Also, we got a brief flashback showing us exactly how Wrath survived the train explosion. He stood out on the caboose while the train was falling into the gorge, and jumped along the falling rubble to safety. And no, he was not injured in the slightest.

Freakin’ Wrath, man.

‘You Don’t Get Many Songs Like That’: Liz Rose on Co-Writing Taylor Swift’s 'You Belong With Me’ Chorus

One of Taylor Swift’s secret weapons in her early hit-making days was Nashville songwriting veteran Liz Rose, who co-wrote a number of Swift’s best and biggest early hits, including “Teardrops on My Guitar,” “White Horse” and “You Belong With Me.” The latter went all the way to No. 2 on the Billboard Hot 100, and established the country star as a major pop player.

“It’s really fun to start a song, and you can just hand it to the room, and they all start singing it,” Rose tells Billboard of the enduring smash, whose explosive shout-along refrain we just named the 20th-best chorus of the entire 21st century. “You don’t get many songs like that.”

After Swift wrote third album Speak Now entirely on her own, she and Rose only collaborated once more – on 2012’s Red highlight “All Too Well” – but the latter has remained an in-demand country and pop songwriter, even winning a Grammy in 2016 for her work on Little Big Town’s surprise crossover hit “Girl Crush.” Rose spoke to Billboard about her memories of co-penning (and later performing) one of Swift’s early signature hits.

Was the chorus the first part of the song that came together?

We always started at the beginning. It just flowed out, honestly. She’s so fast. And Taylor kind of knew – she came in with [sings] “You’re on the phone with your girlfriend…” And it just kind of flowed into that chorus.

Are there individual strengths that you and Taylor have as co-songwriters, where you put your emphasis on one part and she does another?

We were always back-and-forth. She comes in with the story and the melody – I truly believe that she heard the production in that song while we wrote it. And that song always amazes me, because when I do writers’ night and I try to play it, I always make the audience sing it – or I make girls get up to sing it.

And that chorus – it’s impossible to sing! I don’t know how she did it. Well, I mean, she’s young and she has a great voice. But the high-reaching [parts of the chorus]… usually I just stop and let the audience sing it. I’m like, “Y’all take this, I can’t do it!”

Was there a part of the chorus that once it came together, you guys knew you were good to go?

Oh, man, just the way it flowed so fast. And I loved the way that it was [only] half of the chorus the first time – have you noticed that? I just think that was so cool, the way we did that.

It does seem like something you guys did a number of times together – where the chorus does shift as the song goes on, and by the third chorus, there’s a key word or phrase that gets turned on its head a little. What do you think the power of doing that is?

It makes you want to stay until the end of the song. And I think that it makes a song more personal. It does it in [Fearless single] “White Horse,” and it does it in “You Belong With Me.” It just makes the listener feel like the writer and the artist care about the song – that they’re like, “Okay, you’ve heard it, but wait a minute – ‘cause I want you know that this really affected me, I’m gonna dig the knife in just a little bit deeper.” We were never through writing a song until we were through writing a song. Until the last line.

I noticed listening to the song recently that it almost sounds like a ‘90s rock song, the way the verses explode into the chorus. Was that something you guys were intentionally going for, or just how it came together?

I think it was there when we were writing it. We wrote it, like, the day before she cut it. And she, I believe, wanted to make sure she’d written everything she could write for the record before she finished cutting it. So I think she came in wanting to write an up-tempo [number], and came in with that story, wanting to write this really fun, fast, driving song. And you can hear it in the guitar, in the work tape.

Do you think this is the best chorus you and Taylor ever did together?

Absolutely. When I go out and do it – when I don’t even have to sing it [Laughs] – it’s pretty awesome! There’s a lot of joy in it. It’s really fun to do live, it’s really fun to watch young girls to 50-year-old women get up and sing it.

Do you have a favorite chorus of the 21st century, or a song that comes to mind when think of a great 21st-century chorus?

Oh, gosh. Well “Girl Crush,” of course. [Laughs.] But that I didn’t write? Taylor’s song “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together.” I mean, that song is amazing. And [Florida Georgia Line’s] “Cruise.” Think about what “Cruise” did, with FGL. Just that it makes you want to sing it, whether you’re a fan of theirs or not, it doesn’t matter. That song, it had a big impact on country music. And “Mama’s Broken Heart,” Miranda [Lambert], that Kacey [Musgraves] wrote. There’s some great ones.

Sweet Messages | Jasper Jordan X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

A/N: Some references from games and movies in the story.

Characters: Jasper/fem!reader, Monty.

Modern AU.

(F/I/C/F) stand for “Favorite ice cream flavor”.

Word Count: 4495 words.

Masterlist

School is a place of learning, where we meet the people who will be part of the rest of our lives. Friends or just people who you’re going to run into and ask how that person’s life is going, even if you don’t give a damn.

The school has different groups of people with different personalities. The smart ones,  the quiet ones, the extroverts ones, the funny ones, those who never find fun at anything and those who can’t define themselfs. Unfortunately (Y/N) fit in this last cathegory. And like many students, she didn’t like to go to school.

Often, during the day, she would sleep on her desk or fight to stay awake. Maybe it had to do with the fact that the subject didn’t interest her. Or it may be to have stayed up the night before watching TV shows. Perhaps a bit of both.

On that day, the chemistry teacher had called her attention twice, so she was struggling to stay awake. Her eyes were almost closing again when she saw Monty Green passing a candy to his friend, Jasper, who sat next to her. Monty, incredibly, always seemed to have candies with him, but she wasn’t close enough to him to ask for it. Not that it would stop half of the class from beg him for one of those. The girl rolled her eyes, then straightening on her chair and closed her eyes.

(Y/N) spent a few seconds with her eyes closed when she heard the sound of a small object falling on her desk. Her eyes opened immediately, her gaze falling on a candy that was on top of her notebook. She looked at Monty, asking herself if it was he who had given her that. But the boy was facing forward, appearing to be paying attention in class. The girl had a confused look on her face when she heard a low “pst” calling her by her side. Jasper.

Jasper Jordan fits into the “funny ones”, he was always joking with everything that happened, and only got worse when Monty was with him. He also fits into the “smart ones” when the subject was chemistry. Overall, he seemed like a nice guy, but they both almost never talked to each other. And now he was there, sitting next to her desk, a smile was on his face as he stared at her. (Y/N) smiled back, giving him thumbs up.

The girl took the candy in her hand. The sweet was wrapped in a makeshift paper, probably because Monty always delivered his candies without any wrapping. (Y/N) put it in her mouth, feeling the sweet taste go through her tongue, letting out a grunt of pleasure. She put the paper candy inside her bag, making a note to herself to throw away later.

Her eyes turned to look at the brunette beside her. He still staring at her, looking pleased with the result of his actions. He seems to hesitate for a moment before throwing a paper airplane on her desk, making her furrow her brows before unfolding it.

“I stole Monty’s candy for you, now can I steal your number for me?”

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