By Way of Spontaneity (Part 2)

Summary: On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all?

Word Count: 518

Warnings: None.

Part 1

A/N: Hope you all like this part! I’m so so so excited for the craziness that is coming!

Originally posted by little--batman

Bucky grimaced as he thought of facing you and telling you all about how you were invited to the next family dinner at his grandma’s house. His mom had squealed and Bucky swore that he had never seen his grandma run so fast until that very instant Bucky’s mom announced that he had a girlfriend. They had cooed and aww’ed over your picture for long minutes until Bucky sniffed at the air and asked if something was burning.

“My potatoes!” screamed his grandma, his mom hot at her heels.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he took a deep breath and stood before your apartment door. How was he even going to bring this up? You would never agree to this. Tony would never agree to this. After all, you were his girlfriend and Bucky should have thought twice about what he was going to say before he opened his big mouth.

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The funnest parts, to me at least, about being into Kpop while not(currently) speaking Korean, is looking up a song I really enjoy and finding out the lyrics and meaning the song was portraying. 
But one of the most interesting thing about Kpop, to me, is the ability to feel the emotions without even knowing what they’re saying. I can’t tell you how many times I end up crying over a song that is actually really up beat, then find out the lyrics were really saddening. So, here’s a list of my favorite songs(and some songs in general) that have insanely beautiful and/or meaningful lyrics. Enjoy.


Truly the ‘I am a boss ass bitch’ anthem in my mind. A a club-worthy beat, topped with lyrics screaming about self-worth and body confidence, 2NE1′s song is definitely one that makes you feel like a Queen, and damn ready to show the world your power.

I refuse to be compared
I’m telling you the truth
If we’re talking about my value
I’m a billion dollar baby


Basically a 180 from 2NE1′s song, Toy touches on the feelings of being so low in your own thoughts and being nothing more than a toy for someone to play with until they’re bored of you, to be so consumed and desperate for love and affection, one doesn’t really care that it’s not truly love and affect their getting. 

When I’m no longer useful you would secretly throw me away
If only I can be remembered
Even just a little bit
Everything, I do it for you
I’m a toy, toy

TAEYEON- 11:11

(I believe, I read this once, but can’t find the article again)
The lyrics’ writer’s original meaning was towards her deceased father and wishing he was with her again, the song’s lyrics were altered a bit to fit into wishing for her former lover to be back again, and trying to overcome the breakup in a beautiful melody.

Everything finds its place and leaves
You took all of me and left
But like the two hands of the clock in my heart
I keep lingering in the same place


Honestly 2NE1 are such a girl’s best friend when it comes to life. Both songs touch on being cheated on, and putting themselves first and not putting up with such an unforgivable act.

For that lipstick on your collar
I can’t ever forgive you
Every day, your phone’s always off
It doesn’t seem like you’re going to change oh oh


The first time I read the lyrics, it honestly made my heart flutter, it was so sweet. The lyrics are full of the positive message of loving oneself and not looking for flaws that don’t exist, or simply don’t matter and just because they’re there, doesn’t make us unattractive or ugly in the slightest.

No matter how much I take you apart
And look and look at you
I can’t find that part of yourself
That you think isn’t pretty


Topped with a very explicit video, both MV and lyrics heavily express and talk about a frustrating relationship and unwanted sexual advances, something I found really enjoyable and brave for a song seeing as there’s so many songs that have such underlying assault lyrics that it concerns me.

Fxxk U, don’t want it now
I don’t wanna lay down next to you as if it’s natural
Fxxk U, you know, Fxxk U
I don’t wanna do it like this
This isn’t how I feel


Theorized to be a goodbye song to past members, the ‘annual sad Christmas EXO song’ expresses fondness for an unseen/spoken for individual, singing words of love and adoration for someone long lost. 
Playing into the theory, the lyrics never indicate a significant other or female as most ‘love’ songs do, so I find myself agreeing with the song being a sad goodbye to memories made with the ex-exo members.

The way you cry, the way you smile
I wonder how much they mean to me
The words that I regretted when I looked back
I will apologize but just listen
I will sing for you, sing for you
Just act casually


Lyrics that portray their emotions and thoughts after a breakup, that seems to be built on material wants, the cash, the diamonds, the pearls you spend, it’s nice to see lyrics that recognize an unhealthy relationship and although feeling the emotions of this person clinging tightly and refusing to leave them be, they stand their own and refuse to fall back into the relationship.

I barely fell asleep late at night
The ringing sound wakes me up
But I turn around and close my eyes


A beautiful tribute to RiSe and EunB, members of Ladies’ Code that were in a car accident and ultimately succumbed to their injuries, the song regardless of knowing the lyrics is full of such raw emotion from the mourning girls that you can’t help but cry either way. 

But I won’t cry, so you won’t feel bad
I’ll try living without you now
No matter how much it hurts, even if tears keep coming
I wanna smile, I wanna think of you and smile


I gotta be honest, I stopped watching BTS’ MVs because they make me crying instantly? I don’t know what that’s about…but never the less, lyrics of a relationship that has changed, the lose of a friend and longing for things to be remembered and erased.

Did you change?
Or did I change?
I hate even this moment that is passing
I guess we changed
I guess that’s how everything is


Though not as hard hitting in the upbeat live performance of said song, the lyrics punch you in the gut none the less. Spinning emotions of not being the idea beauty in the world of Kpop and South Korea, 2NE1′s song expresses one’s desires to be just like her, I wanna be pretty.

I think I’m ugly
And nobody wants to love me
Just like her I wanna be pretty
I wanna be pretty
Don’t lie to my face tellin’ me
I’m pretty


Lyrics that really punch you in the throat about how low people think of themselves, Loser spins an image of self-worth, or more or less the lack of confidence in yourself that I think everyone can relate to at some point or another.

Honestly, I’ve never fit in with the world
I was always alone
It’s been a long time since I’ve forgotten about love
I can’t listen to hopeful love songs anymore
You and me both
We’re just sad clowns, tamed, and scripted

Deep tracks off each TS album for new Spotify listeners


“Our Song” isn’t technically a deep track, since it was a single, but it was so long ago we can forget about that. There are no co-writers on this track, just Taylor, and it’s a real songwriter’s song. Pay attention to the way she plays musical chairs with the lyrics.

“Should’ve Said No” is a barnyard fire in song form. It’s a broken AC unit in the middle of July - angry, restless, and redemptive.


“The Other Side Of The Door” is only available on the Fearless platinum edition, but it’s another songwriter’s pick, where Taylor plays it semi-cool and self-aware throughout most of the song before throwing it all out the window and spilling her heart out in the last few verses. The other side of a slamming screen door is the sonic breakdown of a beautiful night.

“Untouchable,” another bonus track, is the rare cover in the Swift body of work (although the melody and arrangement are markedly different from the original by Luna Halo). So, this is a real deep track, giving us an insight into not a Taylor build but a Taylor repaint job. Turns out, it’s navy and diamond and incandescent, and total longing on high. Anyone who questions the inclusion of a cover here should remember Shakespeare borrowed around too.


“Last Kiss” is one of those confessional songs that isn’t just written like a diary entry but sung like one too, all low and deliberate like not one syllable is a throwaway.

“Dear John,” the ruby jewel off Speak Now, is a song that will gust right through to your bones, engulfing you in a wicked storm of lies and deceit, of Dylan’s idiot wind and Cash’s ring of fire. An epic tale written by the girl in the dress.


“Holy Ground” is short but once it starts it doesn’t stop. The arrangement cleverly mimics the relationship the song describes. The first line is “Took off faster than a green light go” and Taylor spends the rest of the song so caught up reminiscing she forgets to take a breath. Lord it took us all away too.

“All Too Well” might be the single greatest Taylor Swift song of all time. It is littered with memory after memory- sharp and fleeting and each one remembered all too well. And like most ended relationships despite all this photographic wreckage somehow we have nothing to show for it. Just words at a piano, like so many small victories fighting against the current of ultimate defeat.

Off 1989

“You Are In Love” is the b-side to an anatomical Taylor song. It has all that vague and poignant detail, like burnt toast and the picture of you in his office downtown, but the conclusion isn’t love lost or love all messed up, but that maybe what you are hearing in the silence is love and love alone. Stripped of over-think, this song is elegantly straightforward.

“This Love” is an ode to the ghosts of Taylors past. The missing apostrophe is intentional- this song really is an ode to the past Taylors we’ve come to love. “Like saying goodbye to the past and the previous four albums” is how Taylor described the song. This song may technically be about a love returned, but this is also the moment we send our regal, dilapidated ships off to sea. Because ghosts are at once returning and departing, always.

diner girl | jughead x reader

Originally posted by alinok

a/n: this is a different type of piece so i hope you guys enjoy this! requests are open! 💋

“order up”

i blow a strand of hair out of my face as i pick up the next order waiting to the table at the back accomodating to a local couple, they were older but always order the same thing, two coffees and onion rings.

“here you go” i smile brightly placing the order out onto the table “if you need anything else’s just let me know” i smile picking up the empty coffee pot and wondering back to over to the counter

“louis and amelia in again?” hermione asks and i nod brushing the crumbs off my yellow waitressing uniform and adjust my name badge “yeah, i hope I’ll be like them when im older”

i sigh leaning against the counter earning a playful smack on my butt from the lodge woman “you’ll find someone your young gorgeous smart-” she emphasis the smart placing her hands under my chin “and a waitress you forgot to add a waitress” i tell her sarcasm laced in my words

the bell dings indicating more customers, i smile recognising them instantly; they were in my year at school one being Hermione’s daughter Veronica lodge the newest member, Betty Cooper the blonde cheerleader, Archie Andrews the red headed sports jock and musician and finally Jughead Jones

“now there’s an eligible bachelor” hermione smirks as the brunette boy smiles at me before slipping into the booth with his friends.

i blush a strand of hair falling in my face, the older ladies eyes widen at my response “let me go work some magic-” she smirks

“no H please please don’t embarrass me” i complain trying keep her from going over to the group

she grabs my cheeks in her hands and i dart my eyes to see if the group is looking and sure enough jughead is, he chuckles as we make eye contact and i furrow my brows in embarrassment.

i let her walk away as i wait another table trying to keep myself busy and i imagine hermione is telling the boys how im a lonely single 17 year old.

i walk over to my tables and refill some coffee mugs before i discretely glance over my shoulder to hermione and the teenager only to find they’re eyes already on me.

i glance at the brunette boy curiosity on his face and he watches me whilst popping tomato sauce drenched fries into his mouth. I’m quick to look away continuing to busk the tables.

i scoop up the half empty coffee pot and make my way past the table hoping that they wouldn’t notice me sneak past but i was sadly mistaken, the raven haired waitress pulled at my arm tucking me under her arm.

“just the girl i wanted to see” she muses, “you guys need anything?” i ask pulling out my notebook and placing the coffee pot down they shake their head conversation falling silent.

i top up veronicas mug with coffee and pick up my tray removing the empty milkshake glasses and onion ring baskets. i turn to leave put hermione grabs my shoulders pulling me back.

this throws me off and send my tray crashing to the floor the glass shattering and bits of left over food and milkshake flying everywhere. i cuss and drop down trying to clean it up as everyone stares.

a scream fills the small diner and we perk up trying to find the source of the scream, my eyes land on the red headed girl and instantly roll at the drama queen.

“you just got milkshake all over my new shoes!” she cries out pointing to her white pumps small droplets of chocolate milkshake splattered on them.

“sorry ill just grab you a napkin” i mumble stepping over the spill and handing her a clean napkin. she scoffs at me flinching away from my outstretched hand

“you can wipe it you spilt it” i bite the inside trying to remain calm, i bend down and wipe her shoes clean placing the napkin on my tray “can i help you in any way?” i ask and she clears her throat.

‘i’d like another strawberry milkshake free of charge for the inconvenience of your tragic waitressing skills” i pull out my notepad scribbling down her order “ill notify pop to remove it from your bill”.

she places her hands on the table “you might wanna clean up your mess now” she sasses her friends giggling at me.

i turn and collect the mop and the dustpan, hermione already crouched on the floor tending to the glass “hey its okay I’ve got this can you make sure cheryl gets her shake and mr green gets his cheese burger” she nods.

“i think pop need to re think his poor staff choices, a lodge and a (y/l/n) god he really lucked out” i concentrate on cleaning the spill and try and block out cheryl rude comments.

archie and the group watch my intently as i finish cleaning my mess and walk over to the blossom girls table for the bill. i pick up the scrunched up cash and head to the till when the red head grabs harshly at my wrist.

“now make sure that all that money makes it to the register wouldn’t want your sticky fingers thinking its a tip, you know with all your family history’ the girls snicker and i smile down at cheryl.

before heading over to the till “spoilt brat” i mutter “excuse me what was that?” “i said you spoilt little brat” i repeat myself crossing my hands across my chest.

“you miss blossom are a huge pain in my ass, you come here and harass us all and you think that its okay all because your last name is blossom’ i spit my anger boiling over “the way you treat people is disgusting”

she raises her eyebrows “its not my fault you can’t do your job properly klutz, don’t even think that i don’t notice you always refilling their glasses and baskets of fries without costing them” she argues gesturing to the group of four.

i walk up to the counter and empty my uniform of my tips and place it all in the till “there happy? now all their meals are paid for” she taps on the table “wheres my damn milkshake” i grab the milkshake off hermione and walk over to her

“one strawberry milkshake?” she smiles sweetly at me and nods, with a smile on my face i turn the cup upside down at let the shake pour from the glass o the top of cheryl’s head.

she screams and wipes the shake from her face “you you-bitch!’ she stand from the booth snickers coming from the booth behind me “get the hell out of my diner, oh and heres your money back yano for the inconvenience”.

she storms out and i glance at a very un impressed pop walking toward me with  a mop “she been harassing me and hermione for weeks pop i had to put her in her place” he huffs and shakes his head “just get it cleaned up kiddo”

a round of applause fills the diner and i grab the ends of my dress curtseying at the crowd “thank you thank you very much” i smile my gaze falling o=n the group smiles of amusement clear.

“id clean up your mess missy if you still want your job” hermione tease smacking my bum playfully “yes mama” i tease dragging the mop across the diner floor soaking up the spilt shake.

“I’m headed home V you coming?” her daughter stands from the booth biding a goodbye before walking past me a slipping a 50 in my apron “oh no Veronica i can’t take this”.

i remove it and try and hand it back to the raven haired girl but she shakes her head “uh uh you kept it- its your tip okay, and call me V thats what my friends call me and after tonight you are defiantly one” i sigh placing the money back in my apron.

“thanks V, see you around?” 

the blonde girl stands along with the red headed boy “it getting late jug we’ll see you at school” he nods continuing to eat his burger as the last of his friends leave the diner.

i grab the bill for my last two tables and star wiping down the booths removing them from empty dinner plates and drinks. it was just after 11 and everyone had cleared out leaving an eerie quietness leaving only a single customer; jughead.

i sit on the stool at the top of the diner waiting for pete to arrive for his shift so i could finally go home.

i walk over to the occupied booth nervous “hey” i say softly gaining the young boys attention, he tilts his laptop screen down smiling up at me “can i sit?” he nods and i slip into the empty seat opposite him.

its silent for a few seconds but he breaks first “(y/n) right?” i nod “thats me (y/n) (y/l/n)” i laugh nervously “jughead jones?” “the third” he adds smirking.

he pushes the bowl of fries over to me but i shake my head declining them and he shrugs plucking more and throwing them into his mouth. “heard a lot about you” he starts wiping his lips with his thumb.

my eyes flicker from his lips to his eyes “oh really?” i state playfully “miss lodge seems to have an endless list of compliments about you-” i roll my eyes siting back my hand outstretched on the table top almost touching jugs.

“correct me if I’m wrong but are you perhaps single?” “as a matter of fact i most certainly am, you?” i move my hand closer to his our fingers brushing together. 

“i am in deed, there this girl though” he start continuing to flirt “there always is” i muse “she gorgeous actually, intelligent, funny and can actually be a pain the ass sometime but i like it” “maybe she just has a great sense of humour” 

he narrows his eyes “maybe, she has excellent taste in clothes too, but i almost never see her out of the incredibly yellow waitressing uniform” his eyes fall to my lips then back up to my eyes.

the bell rings and i look past jughead to see Pete entering giving me a small wave before clocking in. i slip out of the booth “you have a thing for ronnie’s mum?” i place my hand over my mouth faking shock.

he exhales laughing and shaking my head at me “told you she was funny” i grab my bag from behind the counter and push on the door starting my journey home when i hear the bell ding followed by heavy steps.

“(y/n) wait” i turn and start walking backwards “you need something?” i ask turning forward when he finally catches up “let me walk you home?” he questions and i sigh “fine this way” he laces his hands with mine and we begin the short trip to my house.

we create small talk until the familiar house comes into view “this is me, thank you for walking me home” he smiles shyly “anytime” i go to walk up he steps but he stops me placing his hands on my face.

he presses his lips to mine in a sweet warm embrace, i kiss back instantly my hands darting to his suspenders pulling his body flush against my own. he smiles into the kiss and i break away stepping back a few steps.

 “what about hermione?” i tease.

“oh be quite and get your cute ass over here” i walk back over to him wrapping my arms around his neck as we continue to kiss butterflies thrashing my stomach.

best shift ever.

Don’t Say It

Summary: Y/N gets tired of waiting around for Dean when he shows up unexpectedly 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1029

Warnings: Angst

A/N: This is definitely a day late but hopefully not a dollar short! This is written for @impalaimagining 1k celebration! The fic is based off of the song I Know You Won’t by Carrie Underwood. Thanks @megansescape for the beta!

It was late at night and your house was quiet, any noise made would echo through the empty halls. You had taken everything and packed it away. You only had one box left to take to your car, but you would do that in the morning. You had one foot on the stairs, ready for bed, when you heard that familiar knock at your door. It was hard, but not angry, you knew the person on the other side of the door just couldn’t wait to get in. There was only one person who would knock like that, Dean Winchester. You froze in place, unsure if you were going to open the door or not.  You hadn’t seen him in four months and you hadn’t talked to him in two. The last time he contacted you was when he sent a picture of Sam’s arm asking if it needed stitches. Since you worked as a vet, you were always able to stitch whatever wound Dean appeared at your door with or give him substantial medical advice.

You made your way to the door expecting to see Dean, beaten and cut up, but to your surprise, he was fully intact. “Dean? What are you-”

Before you could finish, he engulfed you in a hug. “I’ve missed you so much, baby.”

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Assorted Love Song Lyrics

In honor of Valentines Day, we present to you a list of assorted song lyrics to use for starters! Enjoy! ♥

“How many lovers would stay just to put up with this shit day after day?”
“What’s the problem? I don’t know - maybe I’m in love!”
“We’re accidentally in love.”
“Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love.”
“I don’t care who you are, where you’re from, what you did, as long as you love me.”
“My wildest dreamings could not foresee lying beside you, with you wanting me.”
“When I lost hope, you were there to remind me this is the start.”
“In the end, I want to be standing at the beginning with you.”
“You and me could write a bad romance.”
“I don’t want another pretty face, I don’t want just anyone to hold, I don’t want my love to go to waste. I want your and your beautiful soul.”
“I’m everything I am because you loved me.”
“This is how it starts, lightning strikes the heart.”
“You’re so damn beautiful.”
“Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here’s my number, so call me maybe?”
“Can you feel the love tonight?”
“If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?”
“And when the daylight comes, I’ll have to go, but tonight I’m gonna hold you so close.”
“Don’t say you love me, you don’t even know me!”
“There ain’t no reason you and me should be alone tonight.”
“Let’s just admit we all want to make it to ever ever after.”
“Just let me hold you while you’re falling apart.”
“I think I’m falling for you.”
“Even after all these years, we just now got the feeling that we’re meeting for the first time.”
“All the broken hearts in the world still beat, let’s not make it harder than it has to be.”
“I wasn’t even gonna go out, but I never would’ve had a doubt if I’d known where I’d be now.”
“I knew I loved you before I met you.”
“I love you, always forever…”
“It’s too cliche, I won’t say I’m in love!”
“It’s our godforsaken right to be loved!”
“You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be, and I don’t want to go home right now.”
“Hold me, feel my heart beat, put your arms around me, and kiss me again.”
“Say goodbye to the pain of the past, we don’t have to feel it anymore.”
“Everybody’s gonna love today!”
“My life would suck without you.”
“It’s a quarter after one, I’m all alone, and I need you now.”
“I said I wouldn’t call, but I’m a little drunk, and I need you now.”
“Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around desert you. Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye, never gonna tell a lie and hurt you.”
“You’re the best thing I never knew I needed.”
“I’m only one call away, I’ll be there to save the day. Superman got nothing on me.”
“Darling, you are the only exception.”
“When you and I are alone, I’ve never felt so at home.”
“Shut up and dance with me.”
“If you change your mind, I’m the first in line.“
“If you’re lost, you can look, and you will find me, time after time.”
“The stars lean down to kiss you, and I lie awake and miss you.”
“If only you saw what I could see, you’ll understand why I want you so desperately.”
“I’m so glad I found you, I love being around you.”
“So here’s another day I’ll spend away from you.”
“Kiss me just once for luck.”
“I’m just suggesting, you and I might just be the best thing.”
“I just can’t stand leaving you alone tonight.”
“I like to think that we had it all.”
“I could fall in love tonight.”
“I just wanna be with you.”
“You’re driving me wild but baby don’t stop.”
“You’re all I ever think about.”
“Love’s a game, wanna play?”
“’Cause we’re young and we’re reckless, we’ll take this way too far.”
“Know that these emotions won’t last forever.”
“Will you show me you care if I fall apart?”
“I don’t wanna live a day without you.”


this is definitely the gayest haircut i’ve ever gotten, and now it’s all brown again but i’m living for it because i am finally saying goodbye to the past and loving life and everything is beautiful and fine!!! x

anonymous asked:

I would love to read something where Jamie walks into a bar or cafe and Claire is up on stage singing something. They have never met and he is instantly transfixed by her. He wants to meet her but she has been burned before and he has to work hard to show her he is serious.

The damn phone was ringing again. Shrill in his ears with the sound of what could only be bad news.

But he couldn’t afford an answering machine, and was just about broke. So he reached over the side of the bed, fumbling in the dark for the receiver, spilling a pile of records to the floor.

“Hello?” he croaked, voice raspy with sleep and cigarettes.

“Oh good, you’re awake. What are you up to tonight?”

He rubbed his face with his free hand. “It’s six AM, Ian. What the hell?”

“I’m still out with Murtagh – he said he’s got a lead on a singer looking for a band. You in?”

*That* woke him up. Ian – his best friend and the finest damn drummer on the face of the earth – and Jamie had parted ways with their most recent band two months before. Creative differences, or whatever. They had picked up random session work here and there, but nothing steady since then. And it was damn hard to survive – even in Alphabet City where you crawled over junkies sprawled out on the sidewalk and dodged homeless ‘Nam vets panhandling on every corner just to get to the front door every night – when they both could only bring home a few dollars a week.

“Who’s the singer? Do you know him?”

The long blare of a siren wailed through the receiver.

“Are you on the street, Ian? Do I need to meet you somewhere?”

“No, it’s OK!” he shouted into the mouthpiece. “We can audition tomorrow. But the singer will be performing at Murtagh’s club tonight – 9:30. I promised Jenny I’d go with her to see that new Evita musical in the theater district – she said the orchestra may need a backup backup drummer…”

“OK, OK. I’ll do it. 9:30? Are you even coming back today?” Jamie slowly sat up, rubbing the back of his neck. Frowning at the plastic bag caught in the tree branch right outside his window.

“One more place with Murtagh, then straight to Jenny’s. I’ll say you send your love! And I’ll tell Murtagh we’re in. Gotta go!”

A click – then the dialtone.

Jamie carefully set down the receiver and then reached down for the neck of his guitar. He hoisted it to his knees, idly strumming. Thinking.

9:45 PM found Jamie Fraser half-way through his pack of cigarettes, sliding down the slippery vinyl bench that lined the walls of Murtagh FitzGibbon’s half-cabaret, half-comedy club where a few careers had been launched – and where many bright dreams had faded.

But Murtagh had taken a chance on Jamie and Ian, hooking them up with the MacKenzie brothers the previous year. It was a good gig while it lasted, but Rupert had let the bit of fame they’d garnered (if touring small theaters in Connecticut, Massachusetts, and New Hampshire college towns could be considered “fame”) go to his head. He and his twin brother Angus – singer and bassist, respectively – hadn’t let Jamie contribute any of his own songs to the setlist. They wanted to go bigger, while Jamie and Ian wanted to get smarter.

So here he was, back in Murtagh’s club. At least he wasn’t paying him to find a new gig – not like he could have given him any money, anyway.

If things got really bad, he and Ian could always move in with Jenny – Jamie’s sister, and Ian’s fiancée. She had what their parents considered to be a “respectable” job, working as a bookkeeper at St. Vincent’s Hospital. She could always help him find work there, if push came to shove – and it would be a steady income, to be sure.

But Jamie knew he wasn’t cut out for that kind of work. He was creative – had always doodled drawings or written ditties on the piano and guitar from a young age. Mom and Dad didn’t quite understand it, but they supported it.

And this new singer – this potential ticket to a new chapter in his life – was late.

All Murtagh had said in the fifteen seconds they’d had to chat was that the singer would be on after the one-handed French juggler, of all things. And Claudel had just bowed to finish his act.

Jamie sipped the whisky he’d been nursing all night, tapping the heel of his boots impatiently. Watching the small woman with a riot of curly hair set up a stool behind the microphone at center stage. She had to be new – one of the many helpers who dreamed of the spotlight.

But then to his astonishment, she turned around, smiled confidently at the crowd, and climbed onto the stool.

The houselights dimmed, and the spotlight illuminated her gorgeous, creamy skin. She wore a short black dress, black stockings, and black heels.

And a dazzling smile.

“I’m Claire Beauchamp. And tonight I’ll be singing some of my favorites from Sondheim, Rodgers and Hammerstein, and Cole Porter.”

Show tunes? He had dragged his ass all the way to the Upper East Side for a woman who sang show tunes? What kind of joke was Murtagh playing on him?

Then Claire Beauchamp nodded at Ned Gowan – perched, as he had been for over twenty years, behind the piano at stage left.

And she began to sing.

And Jamie Fraser was mesmerized.

That voice. That *voice.* Beautiful and rich and pure. Expressive – evocative – honest. Joyous and sorrowful and a thousand emotions in between.

It spoke to him. Burrowed deep inside his ribs. Burst forth in a racing heart.

His fingers unconsciously curled to hold the invisible frets and strings of his acoustic guitar – itching to write.

Who was she? Why was she here?

And why did she want a guitarist?

He’d played some jazz music in high school, and could pluck out any tune on the piano – but he knew almost next to nothing about the music with which she was clearly so familiar.

But for that voice – he’d try anything.

Her set was exactly twenty minutes. As soon as she’d bowed to the tepid applause in the room and made her way backstage, Jamie found his feet following her. He’d played this club often enough to know the quickest way to large room where all the acts got ready. He dodged a man wearing an enormous sombrero, followed by a woman in a gorgeous, colorful dress clutching two maracas, and turned the corner to the prep room.

A long mirror hung on one side, and an equally long line of director’s chairs packed with men and women adjusting their hair and makeup huddled to one side. Coats and boots and props piled randomly on the other side of the room – and there she was, alone, winding a long scarf around her neck.

“Excuse me? Miss Beauchamp?”

She looked up, startled, and somehow he stood right in front of her. God, she had to be a foot shorter than him. She wore barely any makeup – so different and refreshing from the typical woman who performed here. And bravely met his eyes. Waiting.

“I’m Jamie Fraser.”

Realization dawned. “The guitar player? Murtagh didn’t let me know you’d be here tonight.”

“I like doing my research. I didn’t last time, and it came back to bite me in the ass.”

She broke his gaze to shrug into her blue peacoat. “Well then. And what did your research find tonight?”

“Why do you want a guitar player?” he blurted. “Ian – my drummer – and I, we don’t do show tunes. Or jazz, or lounge music, or whatever else seems to be in your repertoire.”

“Well that’s good, then.” She buttoned up her coat and shoved her hands in her pockets, chin tilted up a bit. Defiant. “Because I don’t want to do this kind of music anymore.”

Jamie waited, brows raised.

“Well, what *do* you want?”

“I want to be a rock and roll singer. And I want you to help me.”

He wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it – but thankfully didn’t.

“A rock singer? No offense, but have you ever sang that kind of music before?”

“Are you telling me I can’t do it?” She straightened up a bit, eyes narrowed. “Because I’ve heard that one before. And I’ve ignored every single person who told me I couldn’t. It got me here to New York, it got me here to The Broch tonight. And it got you to come backstage to find me.”

He flushed, suddenly embarrassed. “I’m not – I’m sorry if you took it that way. Only – you have such a beautiful voice. It’s just surprising, is all. Rock isn’t beautiful – it’s tough. Raw. And it isn’t always sunshine and rainbows.”

“Well, I’m tough,” she countered, voice steely and fierce.” I’ve been through a lot more than you think. And believe me, I know that happy endings only happen in the musicals.”

She looked away for a moment – but not from shyness. Clearly gathering her thoughts.

He wanted to reach out and caress her face – right there, where her cheek met her jaw.

Then clenched his hand into a fist. What the hell was she doing to him?

“But it’s what I want,” she continued. “I’ve sacrificed so much for this. Murtagh says you’re the best guitarist and songwriter he’s found in a long time. And I need a musical partner – like Page to Plant, or Keith to Mick. I need someone I can work with, and rely on, and who can push me to be the singer I’ve always wanted to be.”

She pressed her lips, suddenly shy.

“Are you willing to do that?”

Jamie’s whole world tilted.

“Yes.” His voice was clear, strong, confident. It was the easiest decision he’d ever made.

Then she smiled at him, and he forgot all the other people in the crowded room.

“Good. I’ve got a rehearsal space down on the Bowery – can you be there at ten in the morning?” She pulled a card and pen from her purse and scribbled the address. He must have nodded because the next thing he knew she had wished him goodbye and slid past him – and he cradled the card in the palm of his hand, realizing he had no idea what the hell he was doing.

Stephen Sondheim, “Send In The Clowns”:

Rodgers & Hammerstein, “You’ll Never Walk Alone”:

Cole Porter, “De Lovely”:

I don’t want you to know how hurt I am, I just keep swallowing the lumps in my throat and hope that the tears don’t escape my sad eyes..

“Goodbye, Father.”

“…Goodbye, Allura.”

Just got past the episode where Allura is forced to erase her father’s memory base to uncorrupt the ship

and of course my first thought is “well time to draw more of @summer-arts and @klanced‘s @voltronwarriorcats AU bc I haven’t drawn enough already”

I assume in the AU Allura is the Stoneteller, the predecessor of her father (I know Stonetellers don’t have kits but meh), Stoneteller Alfor, who is a spirit in the Tribe of Endless Hunting… maybe he started getting corrupted by Dark Forest warriors and she had to destroy his spirit cause he was threatening the Tribe of Rushing Water and the LionClan paladins? Idk

messed with a lot of FireAlpaca tools here yeet

Don’t Care

Pairing: Derek x Reader

Requested: Yes by anon

Warning: Swearing, fluff, I wrote this on a night shift and it is not proof read so sorry about that; also I’m looking for a co-pilot, someone I can send my stuff to who can read it and tell me what they think <3

masterlist / coming soon

Thank you so so so much for 1.6k.

Originally posted by iminlovewithderekhale

The dog whimpered on the veterinary table, blood seeping from the back leg, you wondered just how long this dog has been in pain. “Now, just grab the skin like this,” Deaton instructed and you followed every instruction with caution. Your hand started to shake, but Deaton’s larger hand covered it, taking the needle from it. You took a deep breath, stepping backwards and watching intently at your mentor stitching up the dog’s wound.

“I’m finding it hard to concentrate,” You whispered shamefully to your mentor hours after the mishap with the wounded dog. You were disappointed in yourself for not being able to do a simple stitch, but your mind was elsewhere causing your body to lose all control. Deaton was like an older brother to you at this point, he wasn’t that much older but old enough. You’ve confided in him many times before so you knew he was the right person to talk to.

“And why’s that, y/n?” He questioned, eyebrows furrowed whilst his soft voice calmed your nerves.

“It’s Derek, again.” You feel the heat rising up your neck, and to your cheeks, “I know when I first started to fall for him, you told me that it would be dangerous and pointless at this point, but, but…”

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Your Choice - Part 2

(Part 1)


Mac x Reader

Summary: Hi! Could you do a MacGyver x Reader where he and the reader are sort of an established thing but then Nikki comes back and there is a lot of tension? You can go anywhere you’re like from there.

You still weren’t sure if you believed it, the whole Nikki being a double or undercover agent thing. Even after she had explained why she did what she did. But in the end it didn’t matter what you believed, heck you’d just be glad to never see her face again. According to Jack’s big mouth she had left. No word yet on how Mac was feeling about it.

Finishing up in one of the Phoenix’s conference rooms, you stacked together the papers in a neat pile on the left side of the table. Mac’s figure entered the room just as you titled your head up.

“Need any help?”. He asked. It surprised you because those were the most words he had uttered to you since that conversation in your apartment.

Locking your phone after reading the message that popped up, you gathered the papers putting them in your oversized work bag. “No, I got it”.

“I’m guessing Jack told you that Nikki is no longer here?”. He shifted foot to foot, not liking the extra tension that just appeared out of thin air after saying Nikki’s name.

“Yeah, he did. So when can I expect her to come by? In a few days or how about few months?. I wanna be prepared in case something like this happens again”. The bitterness spilling out all too well.

Mac stayed silent. Taking another look his way, there was no question he was tired. His eyes hardly had any light to them and Bozer had accidentally mentioned that Mac was over-working himself more than usual. And judging from the way Mac was staring at you, he was drawing the same conclusion.

“What do you want, Mac?”. The tiredness kicking in from being copped up in an building all day.

“I want you, Y/N. I want what we had before I let Nikki get into my head again, before I made a stupid mistake in kissing her”. He blocked the doors entrance, his strong build no match for you. “You told me that you still wanted to be with me, it’s been 2 weeks and I need to know if you’ve forgiving me?”.

Putting the bag at the crock of your arm, you replied. “Why? So you can run to Nikki and kiss her again if my answer is no?”

He turned slightly and shut the door. “God, no Y/N!. Tell me what I need to do here? I won’t see Nikki ever again or speak to her if that’s what you want. Just please, tell me how I can get you to forgive me?”.

The truth is you’d already forgiving Mac. The sleepless nights, seeing him in the hallway not being able to run up to him, not knowing how his day went and so on, all made the choice to forgive him just a tiny bit easier. The biggest reason was the most obvious one, that you loved him more than anything. Not telling him, wasn’t to punish him in any way. It was solely for you to see if you could live without Mac, and well the answer was you couldn’t.

“I’m so sorry”. He spoke once again, this time inching a little closer. “I swore to myself that I’d never hurt you like that and I did it anyway because I’m the biggest idiot. And if I have to spend the rest of my life making it up to you, then that’s exactly what I’ll do”.

A smile started to form on your lips, “How about we just start with dinner, say my place in about an hour?”.

Mac pulled you in a quick, unexpected hug and the smell of his aftershave and the warmth of his body just felt right. “I’ll be there, I promise”. He hurried out the door, waving goodbye as he ran past the glass windows.

“I think you just made his day”. Jack stood out in the hallway, joining him the two of you walked side by side.

“I could tell you didn’t approve of me freezing Mac out for 2 weeks”. Side-eyeing Jack to get his reaction.

He causally bumped shoulders with you. “Doesn’t matter what I thought or Bozer or even Riley, the only thing that mattered was how you felt. Y/N, you had every right to be mad at Mac, I’m just glad to see the two of you are working things out”.

Stopping at the door situated at the end of the hallway, you breathed. “Well I better go, I have a dinner to get ready for. Thanks Jack for the talk”.

“Anytime Y/N”. Saying goodbye in the form of a hug, you made your out of the building feeling oddly nervous for this dinner.

Your phone vibrated in your hand, it was a message from Mac. 3 words that’s all it contained. But yet those 3 words meant more now than you every thought possible.

I love you - Mac

Typing your response back. It was going to take baby steps, trust was important to you and that was never an easy thing to get back. But you wholeheartedly believed that you and Mac could overcome this hurdle and re-appear stronger than ever on the other side.

Pranks (Part Two)

Characters: Gabriel x reader, Taylor (OFC)

Words: 1.7K

Summary: Gabriel catches Y/N pulling another prank, this time on one of her bosses. 

Warnings: none


Pranks Masterlist



You smiled from your bed as you looked at your phone. Before you had a chance to reply she had sent you another message.


Y/N: I’ll just tell you about the guy I met later then.

Taylor: Ooooh? Do tell!

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Winter Next Door - Part 1


Prologue   Part 1  Part 2 Coming Soon

Imagine: BuckyXReader 

Summary: This is based in the two years in which Bucky was in hiding during CA:CW.  You have  a new neighbour moved in next door, who just happens to be Bucky Barnes. You decide to introduce yourself, but hes very quiet and closed off. But that doesn’t mean you give up, cause you never do. Switches between past and present.

Warning: Swearing. Nothing much.

Authors Note: Hey, this is my first Imagine. Hope you like it. Might not be the best, but I’m thinking of making it a series. Hope you enjoy it. More action will happen soon.

Translations - Romanian (I got these from google translate.No hate)

Dimineața Andrei - Morning Andrei

Buna dimineata - Good Morning

Este timpul să plătiți chiria - Time to pay the rent

la revedere - Goodbye

Originally posted by morefelton


The beginning.

Well I had just moved to Romania, I was two months in to living there. Everything was peaceful. The people were lovely and friendly, though getting used to the language did take a while. I was trying to start a new life. My parents just had a divorce, I had just finished University and broken up with my boyfriend. So yeah, as you could tell, I wanted to get away from everything. And moving country’s was my only idea.

So a twenty-two year old women moving to a whole new country, let alone a busy city, was quite scary. But after a while I got used to and actually loved it a lot more than the village I grew up in back in England.

Anyways, as I was saying, it was already two months in and on the day my rent was to be collected, that i met him.

It started off as a normal morning. Waking up, morning run, breakfast. Then after I had just gotten my normal clothes on, my landlord Andrei knocks on the door. Andrei is nice old fellow, he knew some English which was fortunate when i first arrive looking for a place to stay.

I go and open the door,

“Dimineața Andrei.” I greet Andrei with a smile on my face. He smiles back and shakes my hand.

“Buna dimineata (y/n).”  Andrei greets back. “ Este timpul să plătiți chiria.”

I quickly go back into my flat to retrieve the money, and head back to give it to him. “Here you go. Do you wanna come in for some tea or anything?” I offer.

“No thank you I’ve got to get other people’s rent. Your Romanian is getting very good, keep it up.” Andrei smiles to me.

“Aw, thank you Andrei, its because of the help from you.” I say to him. I look over his shoulder of one second and I see a box piled outside of the door right across from me. The flat has been empty even before I moved here, Andrei told me when I first started to settle in. 

I see Andrei about to go, so I quickly ask out of curiosity. “Hey, Andrei, whats with the box? Is someone moving in?”

“Yeah there is. Gladly, that place as been empty a long time. Its a young man, I would say probably couple years older than you. Quite quiet and shy though. He’s also american. He moved in just yesterday,” Andrei replies “Maybe you should talk to him, make a friend. Well, anyways I’ve got to go, la revedere (y/n).”

“La revedere Andrei.” I watch as he walks away and goes up the stirs to next person. I look across at the door and wonder if I should say I.

I think for moment, but then I close my door thinking that’d I would do it later. II look at my apartment and see it’s not the tidiest, so as it is May, maybe I should do some spring cleaning. Nah, I’ll do that tomorrow.


“Fuck.” I hear a masculine voice from outside shout.

I quickly run to my door nearly tripping and open it, to reveal a tall muscular man, with long brown hair, holding the box that was on the floor, which has no got its bottom open and it’s contexts on the floor. I’m guessing this is my new neighbour Andrei was on about

“Hey, are you okay?” I ask quickly. And so quickly he looked at me with a shocked expression. I notice he has beautiful bright blue eyes and is really handsome. “Hello, hi, sorry, I might’ve given you a bit of a shock by rushing out here really quickly. I’m (y/n)by the way. I’m your neighbour.”

He looks at me and stares. An awkward silence settles between us, me standing there looking at him and him looking back. 

“Well, so… want me to help you?” I ask as i point to the stuff on the floor. I notice that its a few clothing and notebooks. Guy must be a writer.

I stand to bend down and pick it up for him, but clumsy me decides to bloody trip on my own two feet. I start to fall, but I feel two hands stopping me. However there was a juxtaposition of hot and cold. I look at the hands confused and to my surprise I see his right hand his metal. I’m not scared, just surprised.

He quickly puts me back on my two feet, I smile at him. “Thanks for that. Sorry, I’m just a really, really big clumsy person,” I say to him. “Anyways, let me help you.” I bend down and I start to pick up some of his stuff. He copies and holds them close. We both stand back up and I smile at him as I hand over his stuff.

I was about to turn a way, when suddenly I hear him speak. “Thanks for helping.” 

I see that he was about to turn away, into his own flat, before I say, “Do I get a name? Cause I don’t really want to be stuck calling you neighbour.”

Before he completely enters his home, he turns to me and gives a small sad smile. “It’s Bucky.” And then he goes. But before he closes the door I am sure I hear him mumble some words.

Which sounded like “I think.”


I look at Steve, and I seem him look down into his cup. He lets out a sigh.

“He still wasn’t sure who hew was.” Steve says, but I’m guessing he’s saying it to himself.

“Steve, I know that you know that this was going to be hard for you. Do you still want me to continue?” I ask very seriously to him.

“Yes.” He says back. “Like I said (y/n), I need to know how he was.”

I look at him, and I ask him a question that has been bugging in my head. “Why don’t you ask him for his story? Why come all this way just to ask me?”

“Because he can’t. Because I can’t.” He says looking up at me. “Please just tell me.” I see the desperstion in his eyes. I take a quick sip from my tea.

“Okay. So where was? Ah yes. The second day of meeting him. We at least at had more of a conversation on our second time meeting.” I start to say.

“What was he saying?” Steve asks.

“He mentioned you Steve. You were the topic we talked about.”

He face is full of shocked, “Did he say he remembered anything?”

“He says he remember he fell. And you didn’t catch him.”

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i brought you flowers -- johnlock

the sandy haired boy was back, sherlock noted. he could spot him in the middle row in the audience – only just. frowning ever so slightly, sherlock proceeded with his dance, effortlessly raising molly hooper, his ballet partner, up, both looking flawless and graceful.

sherlock tried not to get distracted by the boy in the middle row. he’d come back multiple times now, for what reason, sherlock didn’t know. maybe he was a boyfriend of one of the girls? sherlock mused. or did he just stalk one because he had a crush on her? sherlock had a mental battle with himself, but when he almost dropped molly, he agreed that enough was enough.

admittedly, the boy was attractive. his hair was neatly cut, and his eyes were a lovely blue, blue like oceans, idiot poets would say. he was muscular, too, sherlock realised, and deduced that he played rugby for his school team. the performance ended and as sherlock bowed with the rest of the dancers, he saw the boy kiss the girl, sat beside him, on the lips. a little peck. his heart sank. he was just taking his girlfriend out for a treat. perhaps an anniversary? or a small date? definitely not the first date, sherlock commented mentally, no one spends so much money on a first date. unless he was rich?

sherlock wordlessly followed molly off the stage, chest heavy and feet tired. molly, who had gotten dressed and was reunited with her boyfriend (jeff lestrade. or was it graham?), offered to drop sherlock off home. sherlock politely declined and decided to walk. he was afraid that molly or gavin would talk while he was in his mind palace.

a week later, it was time for sherlock’s next performance, and he had forced himself to try and delete the pretty boy from his head. he tried, but failed. besides, sherlock countered, it’s not as if he’d be back again. he only came three times in total.

how wrong was he.

pretty boy was back, and this time alone. just like the second time. the first, sherlock realised, he was with molly’s boyfriend. but he hadn’t noticed him then, so he didn’t ask molly about him.

sherlock felt a burning anger inside him when he saw those blue eyes appear in the crowd. but this time, he’d put all his love and passion into his dance, give his all, until he was positively gasping for air, and show that boy that he was better than that; better than sulking over some taken man.

and gave his best he did. sherlock was almost dying, he told molly, who tutted fondly and replied that he was just being dramatic, as they bowed. responding with a breathy laugh, sherlock followed his partner off the stage and jumped into the shower, feeling smug for doing so well on stage. he hadn’t danced that well since the boy’s second visit; he’d been far too distracted, and now he didn’t care. or, at least he told himself, so.

sherlock was shampooing his dark curls when a knock on the shower door made him jump. it was molly. she said that there was someone waiting for him. sherlock firstly assumed it was mycroft, that perhaps mummy insisted that he’d pick sherlock up. but molly knew mycroft, so she’d tell sherlock that his brother was waiting for him. frowning, sherlock quickly finished washing his hair and dried himself off, putting on a big sweater, which had been too big for him, and put on some leggings instead of his usual jeans. his muscles needed relaxing – especially after tonight’s dance.

slouching his bag on his shoulder, sherlock left the changing rooms and turned the corner to find molly and jeremy (or was it gavin? sherlock just didn’t know anymore) chatting animatedly to another boy, who held flowers in his hand.

an audible gasp escaped sherlock’s throat, and he cursed internally. pretty boy. with flowers. talking to molly and graham. three heads twisted round to face him, and three pairs of eyes stared. molly’s own round ones were looking at sherlock fondly, a small smile playing on her thin, pink lips.

she tugged on her boyfriend’s jacket and pulled him the the exit, leaving sherlock alone with blue eyed pretty boy.

playing with his hands nervously, sherlock stuck his chin up and questioned the boy’s presence. stumbling over his words, the boy replied that he was waiting for one of the pretty dancers, and he managed to stutter out his name. john watson.

sherlock smiled slightly, but then his eyes hardened and snapped at john that irene was just doing her make up and that she’d be out in a few.

john, confused and ears pink mumbled that he wasn’t waiting for irene. sherlock pouted and questioned if he was cheating on the girl he brought the week before. caught off guard, john replied that they broke up shortly after the performance. sherlock tried not to look too pleased.

shrugging, sherlock spat a goodbye to john, and brushed past him with no expression. but sherlock felt an arm grab his and john gave him a soft smile and sherlock’s breath hitched. ‘i brought you flowers,’ john said. sherlock blinked and when john held out the bouquet of roses (tall, curly and purple; like his leotard) he hesitantly accepted them. shuffling his feet, john pecked sherlock’s cheek and sherlock’s pale skin blossomed with pink. sherlock stuttered out a thank you and john looked at sherlock in adoration. he held out his hand and sherlock took it, perhaps a bit too quickly, but john didn’t seem to mind. john offered dinner and sherlock eagerly nodded, feeling his stomach soar with happiness.