and writes great music

ever wanted to do some stuff? like, different stuff? tired of having to scroll through your huge ref tag? LOOK NO FURTHER!! Have a masterpost of LITERALLY EVERYTHING which took me 5 hours to make so reblog it

Art:

Writing:

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Cheer up/Be happy

Sowing:

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Man sometimes I just think about how mad it is that Buffy delivers one of the most painful, dramatic episodes/reveals in song form. Like wtf Joss get it together. WHY IS THIS EPISODE SO GOOD. IT HAS NO RIGHT.

Headcanon that the reason Hélène and Marya were making out was because Hélène’s job during the abduction was to distract Marya so she wouldn’t notice her goddaughter missing.
Marya, being all-knowing, knew exactly what she was up to but had some time before she confronted the scoundrels so decided to have a bit of fun

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6 Reasons Louis Tomlinson's "Back to You" Will Be Your Fave Summer Jam
It's finally here, Louis Tomlinson fans! We finally got new Louis music, and it's even better than I could have imagined. Hitting the world promptly at
By Hedy Phillips

It’s finally here, Louis Tomlinson fans! We finally got new Louis music, and it’s even better than I could have imagined. Hitting the world promptly at midnight in every time zone on Friday, “Back to You,” Louis’s collaboration with Bebe Rexha, has burrowed into our earholes and isn’t going anywhere any time soon. And to add icing to the Louis-shaped cake, he also dropped the official video today, so it’s a full sensory experience.

This debut single, from Louis’s as-yet-unnamed solo album coming (hopefully) later this year, follows Louis’s last solo effort, “Just Hold On” with Steve Aoki. This new track is bound to be a jam for the Summer, at least on my radio, with its lilting beat and catchy chorus.

Get ready, fam, because our group of Louis fans is about to get bigger as we watch our favorite lad take over the air waves and show the world what a talented musician he is. Not that any of us needs any convincing to look at some beautiful GIFs of Louis’s face, but here are some anyway, as well as the music video.

1. It has a sick beat

Louis promised us a bop, and he delivered. The beat is slower than I expected, but it makes you want to have a sweaty Summer dance party. 

2. It’s going to make you excited for Louis’s debut album

Unfortunately, we have to wait MONTHS for Louis’s solo album, but between “Just Hold On” with Steve Aoki and this track, we’re getting a taste of what solo Louis might sound like. I don’t know about y'all, but I am pumped. 

3. Louis and Bebe both shine vocally

One of my favorite things about Louis is that he’s brilliant at writing music that’s great for his voice. He also managed to write something that suits Bebe perfectly and really lets her vibrato shine.  

4. You’ll connect with the lyrics

The song is all about having that relationship that’s maybe not the best one for you, and you know what? We’ve all been there. It might not be a good time in your life, but you’ll listen to this song and think, “Holy sh*t, that’s me.”

5. The production is fire

Digital Farm Animals and The Dream Life produced the track and gave it the insane sound that’s going to be stuck in your head all Summer. 

6. The video is damn adorable

Louis took Bebe back to his home of Doncaster, England, to film the video, and he even included cameos from his friends and one of his sisters. The two go around town — mostly the Doncaster Rovers soccer pitch — and play off each other, which is maybe the cutest thing I’ve seen all day.

ID #71163

Name: AJ
Age: 30
Country: USA

I’m a Mom, wife, and Cat Guardian in New Mexico! I love sending/receiving snail mail, so I’d love to have a consistent penpal. My hobbies/passions/addictions include (but are not limited to): spending time with my Family, listening to music, singing, doing crafts (mainly knitting and crochet), enjoying the Great Outdoors (hiking is my jam!), reading, photography, animals, writing, watching movies and Netflix, hanging out on social media, coloring, and teaching (I homeschool). I love rainy weather and Autumn! I’m wicked friendly, genuine, kind, honest, and positive, and I’m 100% accepting of everyone. I’m LGBTQ+ friendly (and not just because I’m part of the community), and I love all people - as long as they are not hateful, mean, dishonest, fake, homphobic, or racist. I’m Atheist, but I don’t reject anyone who is religious - so I really hope no one rejects me for my lack of beliefs. There is plenty more to get to know about me, and I’m one of the sweetest people you’ll ever meet…so let’s do this! I may be “old,” but I’m pretty awesome. :D

Preferences: I would prefer my penpal(s) to be at least 18, and not be the bad type of person I mentioned above. I also prefer not to discuss politics, as I have seen how awful people can get when discussing that topic. I’d love to talk about anything and everything else, though - both the good AND the bad. :) If you’re someone who would love a handmade gift someday, that’s a perk!

indigoecho  asked:

oh man i am beyond late to the trc music party but i come offering the band radical face - the entire discography could probably fit this series t b h, but in particular: 'always gold' is a good solid ronsey song, 'west' for noah (and his tragic decay), and 'holy branches' is perfect for adam, i love them so much

ohhh man… i checked these out and the atmosphere is So real….

always gold: We were tight knit boys / Brothers in more than name / You would kill for me / And knew that I’d do the same. … We were opposites at birth / I was steady as a hammer / No one worried ‘cause they knew just where I’d be / And they said you were the crooked kind / And that you’d never have no worth / But you were always gold to me. 

west: There’s too much time for idle minds / Imagination’s armed with hooks and knives / We count our fears to pass the time / Tired or not, don’t close your eyes

holy branches: When you were young / You’d bite your tongue / Calm, always did what you were told / Never ran your mouth / Lived life on tiptoes. … But everybody’s bones are just holy branches / Cast from trees to cut patterns in the world / And in time we find some shelter, / Spill our leaves, and then sleep in the earth / And when there we’ll belong / ‘Cause the earth don’t give a damn if you’re lost

anonymous asked:

Hey! While we're there, do you have recommendations for WLW VNs (both nsfw and not would be ideal)? I've already gone through most of voltage's catalogue, as well as cute demon crashers, and i'm looking for some more good ones (and I trust your judgement on those such matters). Free or inexpensive would be ideal! Thank you so much.

LADYKILLER IN A BIND. Ladykiller In a Bind is so goddamn good. VERY nsfw but the dialogue system is completely unique and the music is stellar and the writing is great.

We Know The Devil is about 3 girls in a catholic summer camp who accidentally bring the devil in. It’s very good, spooky, atmospheric, haunting. I think about it all the time. It’s safe for work.

Magical Diary: Horse Hall is fun and the mc is bi. It’s a little repetitive but I enjoyed it. Safe for work. 

Black Closet involves absurdly powerful student high school councils and everyone is a lesbian

Kindred Spirits on the Roof involves ghosts and lesbians

Loan Wolf is about a gay werewolf and its short and sweet and good

saw Great Comet for the second time last night, cried at three different moments:

- “Dust and Ashes” specifically near the end of it

- “Sonya Alone” because my sister was with me

- the very end when Pierre just gazes at the comet and the lights slowly become impossibly bright and the music is equal parts inspiring and terrifying because the future is coming and the comet represents the unknown but somehow it’s going to be okay because there’s love and humanity again in this world against all odds

Little Bitty Pretty One

Steve x Reader

Summary: It’s Saturday morning and that means pancakes in the tower.

Word Count: 1258

Warnings: Brief swearing.

A/N: I was watching Matilda and getting into my Steve feels, so I came up with this. Also I pull a lot of inspiration from @bovaria


You rose with the sun that morning. Stretching off the last bit of sleep from your limbs, you made your way into the bathroom. You laughed at the reflection in the mirror. You looked like Kevin from the animated film UP.

You lazily tied your hair back from your face before turning on the faucet to wash your face. You smiled at your fresh face and made sure to fit a sparkly smile to the rest of your appearance. With half the team gone and only you, Steve, Wanda, and Vision at the tower, you decided your sleep shorts and a white v-neck shirt were appropriate enough.

You slipped your feet into some slippers and slid down the hallways to the kitchen. Giving your best Elvis Presley guns to the ceiling, you called,” Hey F.R.I.D.A.Y, how about some jams? Maybe some malt shop oldies?” Stark’s automated system obliged and soon enough some toe-tapping, hip shaking tunes were on.

You bopped your way into the pantry. Your shoulders rose and fell to the beat, while you searched for the pancake mix. Aunt Jemima’s happy face smiled back at you when you pulled the box from the shelf. You sauntered out and placed the box on the counter before swiveling to grab the eggs and milk from the fridge.

You bent down to grab yourself a pan, your butt moving left to write with the sound of the music.

“You’re a great dancer.”

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Secret Love Song - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 4)

Part 3

Who is Harry Styles Trying to Kid? by Y/N

As most of you already know, Harry Styles from One Direction came out with his first solo single and performed it for the first time in America on Saturday Night Live. I was lucky enough to interview him and hear the single a few weeks ago. 

Here is my opinion on both Harry Styles and his music. 

While the interview went okay, Harry was very rude and couldn’t wait to get out of there. Going solo as turned him into a bit of a dick of a pop star. 

And his new single isn’t anything special and outside of his vocal range, as shown on during his SNL performance when Styles couldn’t hold a note to save his life. 

The fact of the matter is Harry Styles the solo artist will not see the amount of success as Harry styles from One Direction.  

**

You had just gotten out of the shower to get ready for work. You were picking out your outfit for the day when you got a phone call. You smiled when you saw Harry’s name flash across the screen of your phone. Your article came out that day, so you were wondering if he had read it yet. 

“Morning, Harry,” you smiled. 

“What the fuck Y/N?” He shouted from the other side of the phone. 

“Woah, what’s up with you?” You asked confused. 

“Me? What about you? I can’t believe I trusted you,” he said. “You played me and I let you. So, our time together was just a game to you, right? Now, you’re going to put all the shit we’ve done and talked about in another article right? I can’t believe I fell for that bullshit about how you were worried about your job.” 

“Okay, I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about? And what other articles? The only article that I’ve written about you is the one that came out today,” you said. 

“Exactly. Did you think I wouldn’t read it?” He asked. “That I wouldn’t what you really think about me or my music?” 

“Everything I said in that article is the same thing I’ve told you,” you said confused. 

“Yeah, don’t exactly remember you saying there wasn’t anything special about my single or that the notes were out of my vocal range. Or that I was fucking dick either,” he said. 

“Woah, woah, woah, I don’t think that and I never said those things in my article. Are you sure this is my article?” You said. 

“It’s in the magazine that you work for and it has your name in the fucking byline Y/N,” he said. “My Mum and sister were right, I never should have considered seeing you because you were just going to use me and you did. But not anymore. We’re done.”

The other line went dead and you just stared at the phone with furrowed eyebrows. You quickly went to the website of your magazine and saw the publication. You clicked on it and searched for your article, but as soon as you started reading it, it was not your article. 

You threw your phone down and quickly got dressed. You knew this was Madison’s doing and her way of getting back at you. 

When you got to your office, everyone was staring at you as you angrily walked towards Madison’s office. 

“What the hell is your problem Madison?” You asked pushing her office door opened. 

“I take you read the article?” She smirked. 

“What did you do it? I never said anything like that and I can’t believe that you still put me in the byline when I didn’t even write it,” you said. 

“Look, it’s nothing against you. Your article was good, but that article wouldn’t have sold any magazines. My changes to the article create drama and bring readers to the magazine. Any magazine can write about how nice he is or how great his music is, but by us having an article calling him out for shit, makes us stand out on the newsstands,” she said. 

“That’s such bullshit, you and I both know you wanted me to look bad because it was your article first,” you said. “And Harry is nothing like what you pegged him out to be.” 

“You know, you’re quite upset about this,” she said. “There wouldn’t be some other reason for you to be angry about this would there?” 

“Other than the fact that you’re messing with my career as a journalist, no,” you said. 

She laughed. “You’re not a journalist, sweetie. None of us our journalists. We work for a gossip magazine and that is what my article provided gossip. Now, run along and work on something else, unless you’d rather be on intern status again.” 

Your fists clenched and you glared at her before walking out of her office and into your own. 

**

Harry was furious, so he decided to get some of his anger out at the gym. He didn’t know what pissed him off more, what you had written in your article or the fact that you played him and he really liked you. 

He punched the punching bag as hard as could. His arms were burning and sweat was dripping all over him. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he stopped and grabbed the bag, putting his forehead on it. He tried catching his breath, but all he could think about was you. 

He had been at the gym for an hour by the time he decided to call it quits. He grabbed his bag and headed to the car. He drove home and went up to take a shower. When he got out and redressed, he signed when he saw the magazine laying on his bed. 

He picked it up and started ripping it apart. His initial anger was now turning into hurt because he finally thought he found someone to be in his life, but once again he got screwed over. 

His phone had been going off all day, mostly from his mom and sister and a few from Nick. He knew they knew who had written the article and he didn’t need his family to say they were right. 

He went downstairs to make himself some lunch, trying to get his mind off of everything. 

**

You sat in your office for over an hour trying to work, but you couldn’t. You were so upset. Not only did this hurt you as a journalist, but it obviously screwed up any chance you had with Harry. 

You really needed to talk to him and explain the situation, but with the way he sounded on the phone this morning, you weren’t sure he would hear you out. 

You emailed your boss and told her you were taking a half day and would just work from home for the rest of the week. You grabbed your things and headed home. 

As you made yourself some lunch, you kept looking at your phone. You bit your lip as you contemplated on calling Harry or not. You thought it might be better to give him space. 

You were eating lunch and you jumped when your phone started to ring. Deep down you hoped it was Harry, but it was your best friend instead. 

You sighed answering the phone. “Hey,” 

“What are you doing tonight?” She asked. 

“Um, sitting at home eating ice cream while watching Netflix,” you said. 

“I take it things are over with mystery guy?” She asked. 

“Pretty much,” you sighed. 

“Girl, that’s sucks, but drowning yourself in ice cream in Netflix isn’t going to help,” she said. “Come out with me tonight.” 

“You know I don’t do clubs,” you said. 

“No, but you do drinking and dancing,” she pointed. “Plus, you might meet a new mysterious guy to have a secret love affair with.” 

You rolled your eyes. “You’re not going to drop this until I agree to go are you?” you asked. 

“Nope,” she smirked. 

“Ugh, fine, pick me up around 7,” you said. 

“Perfect,” she said. “See you then.” 

You sighed hanging up the phone, you did not feel like going out tonight, but she was right, ice cream and Netflix wasn’t going to help.

**

Harry was searching through Netflix trying to find something watch. Everything that was popping up was either something he had already seen or some rom-com movie. Usually, he always loved watching a nice romantic movie, but not today. He wanted to stay far, far away from it. 

There was a knock on the door and he groaned. He got up and went to answer it, seeing the one and only Nick Grimshaw standing there. 

“I see you’re still alive,” he said. 

“Yep,” Harry nodded. 

“Well, had you been answering your phone, I wouldn’t have had to make this trip,” he said. 

“You didn’t have too,” Harry pointed out. 

“No, I didn’t, but when you’re not even answering your Mum’s calls, I know you’re going through some shit,” he said. 

“I just didn’t want to talk to anyone,” he shrugged. 

“Look, sulking in your house isn’t going to help the situation, so why don’t you come out with me tonight,” Nick said. 

“Yeah, not exactly in the mood,” he said. 

“Too bad, not get changed and we leave in 10,” Nick said. 

Harry rolled his eyes and let out a few choice words before making his way to his bedroom. He threw on some clothes and went back down to the door. 

“Happy?” Harry asked holding his arms out. 

“Ecstatic, now let’s go,” he said. 

**

Once you arrived at the club, you felt really uncomfortable. You hated being around that many people, but you made your way through the crowd following your friend. 

“Isn’t this place great?” She shouted. “I mean look at all these hot guys.” 

“Is that all you think about?” You shouted over the music. 

“Yes and no,” she shrugged. 

You laughed shaking your head. You both finally found a spot to be at and you sat down at the booth. You looked over the menu to see what drinks they had, when you heard your friend scream. 

“What the hell?” You said. 

“HARRY STYLES IS HERE!” She shouted. 

You felt yourself go numb and your face flush. 

“Didn’t you interview him?” She asked. 

“Yeah,” you nodded. 

“Well, I would ask you to introduce me, but after seeing your article about him, I don’t think that’d be a good idea,” she said. 

“So, you read that?” You asked. 

“Of course I did,” she said. “But is he really a jerk? And I can’t believe you didn’t like the song or his performance. You were pretty harsh on him.” 

“I didn’t write any of that. What was published wasn’t the article I wrote. Madison changed everything and it was her article that was published under my name,” you sighed. 

“Wait? Seriously?” she asked. 

“Yep. She claimed it was for the benefit of the magazine, to sell more and create drama, but I really think it was to get back at me for being the one to interview him in the first place,” you said. 

“What a bitch,” she said. 

“Yep,” you sighed. “Anyway, let’s get some drinks.” 

Harry and Nick arrived at the club and went right in. The place was packed, which annoyed him a little bit. He wasn’t in the mood to be around a shit ton of people. He just wanted to go home. 

“So, do you want to talk about it?” Nick asked. 

“Talk about what?” Harry said taking a sip of his drink. 

“I think you know,” he said. 

“There’s nothing to say,” Harry said. 

“The article was brutal. I never would have pegged Y/N for that. You two seemed to really hit it off,” he said. 

“Yeah, we’ll I guess we didn’t really know her,” he said. “And whatever was going on with us is over now, so can we drop it? I thought this was supposed to be a fun night out?”

“And it is,” he said. 

Harry sighed downing the rest of his drink. “I’m gonna go get a refill,” he mumbled getting up and walking to the bar.

Of course, the bar was completely crowded. Everyone was pushing their way through to get drinks and you were stuck in the middle of it. You felt your palms getting sweaty and your heart starting to beat faster. You felt a tight knot in your throat and you were looking for a way out of the crowd. 

That was when you noticed Harry making his way towards the bar. While you wanted to see him and talk to him about everything, you knew this wasn’t the time or place. 

You breathing started to quicken and you were beginning to feel dizzy. You called for you friend, but she wasn’t able to hear because of the noise from the crowd and the music. 

Your chest began to tighten and you grabbed it as you tried to push your way through the crowd. 

“Excuse me,” you said in between gasps, but no one was paying attention. 

You felt tears forming in your eyes until you felt someone take your hand. You looked up and saw that it was Harry. He pushed through the crowd, holding your hand as he pulled you through. He found an exit door to the back of the club and you felt the cool air hit your face. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” he said rubbing your arms. “Just breathe. Take deep breaths. In and out.”

You gripped onto his arms and tried taking the deep breaths. You closed your eyes and after a bit, you felt it going back to normal. When you finally were over your spell, you opened your eyes and looked at him. 

“T-Thank you,” you said shivering as the cold London air hit your shoulders. You had left your jacket at the booth. 

“Here,” he said taking off his jacket and wrapping it around you. “Are you okay?” 

“Sort of,” you said. 

“What happened back there?” he asked. 

“I uh, I get like that sometimes in big crowds,” you admitted. “It just got to be too much.” 

He nodded. “Well, I’m glad you’re okay,” 

“Thanks,” you said. “Um, can we talk?” 

“I should probably get back inside,” he said. 

“Oh,” you whispered. “Okay.” You took his jacket back off and handed it to him. 

He took it back and put it back on. “Well, uh, are you sure you’re okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said. 

He nodded and went to go inside, but noticed you weren’t following him. “Aren’t you going to go back inside?” 

You shook your head. “I’m just gonna go home,” 

“What about your friend?” He asked. 

“I’ll call her and let her know,” you shrugged. “I’ll be fine,” you said wiping your eyes. 

You turned around and started walking towards the front of the club through the alleyway. 

Harry sighed. “Y/N, wait!” he said running up to you. “Let me take home.” 

“You don’t have to do that. I don’t want your pity,” you sighed. 

“I’m not pitying you. I just, I want to make sure you get home safe,” he sighed. 

“Okay, so you won’t talk to me, but you feel sorry enough for me to make sure I get home safe?” You asked annoyed. 

“Look, I’m just trying to be nice. If anyone should be upset, it’s me,” he said. “That shit that you wrote about me…” 

“I DIDN’T FUCKING WRITE IT,” you screamed. “And if you would have given me the chance to explain what the fuck happened you would know that.” 

“It had your name on it, Y/N and you interviewed me, so if you didn’t write it, who did?” he asked. 

“My editor! She hates me and it didn’t help that she was the one who was supposed to interview you that day, but she got fucking hungover and couldn’t make it. So, she wrote that shit about you making it look like I was the one who wrote it just so I could look bad. But she claimed it was for the magazine or some shit because it would create drama, but whatever,” you said. “So, please spare me the nice guy routine about making sure I get home okay when you obviously don’t really care.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, I do care,” he said. “And that’s reading that article hurt me, Y/N. God, I was pissed and hurt because I care about you and I thought you…” he sighed. 

“I don’t think of you like that and I don’t hate your song. God, none of what was in that article is true. And I get why you were so upset because I’m upset about it too. If I had known Madison was going to pull that shit, I would have tried to stop it or at least warn you,” you sighed. 

“I really like you Harry and these past few weeks have meant a lot to me and I’m sorry that I ruined it,” you sniffled. 

Harry sighed walking closer to you. “You didn’t ruin it. I did. When I called you this morning, I should have asked you about it, instead of acting like I did. And I really like you too. More than anyone I’ve ever been with in the past. These past few weeks, I’ve been the happiest I’ve ever been,” he smiled. 

You looked up at him. “Me too,” you smiled. “But I guess, they’re over now.” 

“They don’t have to be,” he whispered taking your hand. 

“Are you sure?” you whispered. 

“Yes, I’m sure. I know what I said this morning, but now that I know the truth…” he whispered. “I know I was a jerk and shouldn’t have said what I said, but if you’re willing to give us another shot…” 

“Only if we both promise to talk about things first before jumping to conclusions,” you said. 

“I agree,” he smiled. “So, what do you say?” 

You smiled leaning up to kiss him. Harry smiled into the kiss and pulled you closer to him. After a bit, you pulled away, “Wanna go back to my place? I can let you read my real article?” you asked. 

“I’d love too,” he smiled. 

Harry called for his car to pick you two up around back. He helped you inside and gave the driver your address. On the way to your house, you wrapped your arms around Harry’s and he kissed your forehead. 

That day had been a whirlwind of emotions, but you couldn’t be happier with the way it had ended. 

Imagine...

Okay but here me out. I need someone to write this as a fanfic. Imagine this. You and Thomas have been dating since you met in France, so you came back to America, to live in Monticello with him. Thomas allows you to come to the first cabinet battle with him, despite him wanting you to stay home to “keep you away from Alexander.” You take you’re seat as the cabinet battle commences. You’re starting to get bored, but then you hear Alexander say to Thomas, “Would you like to join us, or stay mellow, doing whatever the hell it is you do in Monticello.” You immediately start laughing, and Alexander starts glaring at you, he asks what’s so funny, and you just reply with, “I’m whatever the hell it is.”

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Originally posted by alexander-hamiltunes

anonymous asked:

Musical request please! Race saves reader (girlsie) from getting beaten up. (And can they love each other please?) Many thanks!

race is my favorite newsie in the musical. great choice. loved writing this—Nails


Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Running was something a newsie was used to. Running from the refuge, the scabs… That list was quite a long list. Today, it was unfortunately Morris and Oscar Delancey. Apparently, girl or not, you made an insult too heavy-handedly, and you end up here. The worn soles of your shoes loudly hit the pavement. That was the sound you focused on, in an attempt to block out the harsh screams of the idiot brothers. They shouted everything from idle threats to slurs that hit close to home.

Your body was starting to give out. How many blocks you had run… No clue. Slowly, you moved to the other side of the street, itching to slide into the alley, while the brothers slid by, leaving you alone. Part one went off smoothly, part two, not as much. Morris and Oscar quickly backpedaled when they noticed you were out of their sights, and stormed in to the alleyway, trapping you. Not so smart now, huh? “Well, there, (Name)… Learned not to give us shit no more, yet?” Morris choked out, breathing heavily. Oscar wiped the back of his hand against his nose, and menaced a bit. It shouldn’t have been frightening, but the setting leant itself to your fear.

You took another breath and shook your head. “Tireda giving you shit? Never.” Why you said it escaped you, as soon as one of the brothers reached his hand back, balled into a fist. His, Oscar’s, knuckles hit you hard in the stomach, lifting you up, and pressing you back into the wall. The bag of papers on your back offered little padding.

As soon as you raised a fist to give him a good one back, your wrist was stifled by one of their hands. Everything was a flurry of limbs, but your eyes zeroed in on a raised fist, that seemed to move towards your face in slow motion.

But the blow didn’t come.

At some point, you’d screwed your eyes shut tight, without realizing it. You opened your them to the sounds of shouting. Race. The familiar boy was raging. He had a temper, yes, but it took a lot to get him there. He was there. Race was beyond there. “And that’s what jerks like you get,” the blonde shouted, pushing Oscar to the ground, knocking his new boy cap off his head in the process. “For laying a hand. On my girl!” Race had gotten a half a dozen good hits in before the Delancey brothers pulled each other out and bailed.

Race let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He whipped around and crawled over to you. “(Name), golly, they gotcha, didn’t they?” He asked softly, when he noticed you clutching your abdomen. Race placed a hand over yours and shook his head.

“They got you better.” You said. Race had a busted lip, and a light bruise forming under his right eye. You didn’t want to say it suited him, but he always seemed to be covered in bruises and blood. Couldn’t keep his hands to himself. You put a hand on the side of his face. “I could’ve taken ‘em, ya know.”

The boy couldn’t stop the smile that graced his features. “I know, I know. I'se just wanting to help.” Race mumbled. His face crept closer, and closer to yours, until your noses ghosted over each other. “Can’t stand you bein’ hurt, doll.”

“Yeah, I heard ya, sap.”

Neither of you could wait another second, and your lips met. Race had gone in for a hard kiss, you for a softer one, as not to hurt his mouth. He didn’t seem to care. After a brief minute, you pulled away for a breath. “Race?”

“Yeah?”

“You wearin’ aftershave?”

Race smiled again, his lip bleeding a bit more. “I was hopin’ you’d notice.” His smile faded when you coughed sorely. “Hey, let’s get you back to the lodging house, ‘kay?” Race turned around to pick up his forgotten cap and papers. Then, he threw and arm around your shoulder to support you. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Can we go to Jacobi’s later?”

“Anything for you.”

every day (hour/minute/whatever) that goes by, i can feel myself caving even more. goddamnit, i’m gonna write the bawson music industry au, aren’t i?