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Baby Mendes

A/N: For this imagine (possible series) I merged three requests into one and this was created. 

Pairing: Shawn X Female reader
Requested: Yes| Could you please do #378 on the prompt list?| 115! Thanks| Could you please do 326 :-)
Word prompts: (378) “Things don’t go the way you want them to. Ever.”| (115) “You weren’t supposed to hear that,”| (326) “I don’t know, he is just. I don’t know.”
Word Count: 1,700?
Warnings: None!

You sat sitting confiding to you mom about the recent information you found out. Surprisingly your mother was not upset with you, but you were upset with yourself. How could this happen? “Mom I’m nineteen, I can’t be having a baby!” You cried into your mom’s shoulder.

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A Few PnF Things

-Phineas’s transition from sassy little snark to innocent optimist

-Ferb’s map

-Doofenshmirtz’s fear of vending machines

-Mr. Cutie-Patootie

-Ducky Momo

-GET ON THE TRIKE

-Baby Perry loving music

-Giant Floating Baby Head

-Watermelons

-Talking Zebra

-Yes, yes I am

-Maniacally laughing at all the same stuff

-Marty the rabbit boy and his musical blender

-Inators

-QUIET CARL

-Steve

-Aglets, yay

-Whatcha Doin’?

-Perry going back for Doofenshmirtz

-Doofenshmirtz going back for Perry

-MOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

-My name is Norm

-Giant jump-roping robots

-Goldie living among the dolphins

-Ferb’s footie pajamas

-Buford’s obscure musical instruments

-GUM ME

-Always look in the box

-Where’s Perry?

-Well, don’t just stand there! Kiss her!

-The rollercoaster

-Relax! They’re just rubber!

-Quirky Worky song

-Mom

-Phineas and Ferb are making a title sequence

-*Finishes playing guitar anyway*

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Legend of Zelda: Breath of The Wild: Prince Sidon's Theme | Classical Guitar
Music: Prince Sidon's Theme by Manaka Kataoka, Yasuaki Iwata and Hajime Wakai Arranged by Dustin Skenandore Performed by Dustin Skenandore Art: In Love With ...

I finally finished it! Prince Sidon’s Theme is up! Thanks to @spitsplash for letting me use their awesome art!

Once I get a good microphone for my acoustic guitar (this is electric acoustic) I’ll be able to record a higher quality version. Look out for that sometime in the next few months!


This was my first time recording multi-track! I plan on recording a bunch of different versions of this theme and Mipha’s theme because they are so awesome!


Anyways, hope y’all like it!

Royalty Mess: Part One

author’s note: I’m such a sucker for royalty and Shawn but I won’t be making Shawn as a Prince here just for reasons, sorry. Feedback is very welcomed x

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Prologue


”Don’t be silly,” another non-grateful glance from my mother was sent straight to my face, ”you can be eighteen but it doesn’t mean you can go outside by yourself to meet your loving boyfriend.”

”And he is still not allowed to come to the palace, how equal is that?” Madness took over me again, trying to explain the Queen herself that I deserve some normal lad’s rights too. ”People don’t know that we are a thing, isn’t that already enough to go incognito and be myself who I am already?” I sighed.

”You’re a Princess, my darling. We do have to be careful what we are doing and saying, not just loose in and go with the flow,” her sigh was louder and more angrier than before. ”Also, in my opinion, but I don’t know  your father’s, you should break up with him - it’s not going to work out like that way. Come on, look at your nephew Harold, what happened with him and this girl Hannah - kinda hurtful, wasn’t it?”

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We’re here now: Archie Andrews x Reader Imagine

Summary: (might have spoilers for your reading) Y/N is drawn to a a familiar sound whilst someone performs songs for a small old-school pub in Riverdale. As the mystery guy starts to play a song Y/N’s boyfriend made her in high school, it is only possible it’s Y/N’s high school love Archie Andrews. They have a talk about what their future will look like and will they be in each other’s.

Word count: 1,335

Author: oharchiekinss  / I really liked writing this but I feel like the ending was really rushed as I don’t have much time to write. Tell me if you want part 2 of this and if you have any ideas for what could happen next for Y/N and Archie the please send me a message or a request.

You can feel the bass shaking the ground beneath you as you walk through the alleyways of clubs and bars on a Saturday night. The lights start to slowly fade as you walk further away from your office, now closer to your apartment. You had spent the whole night working on some papers and the frustration of your selfish boss drained you. You needed some time to calm down, away from your messy, paper filled office.
You walk past the last pubs of the street, as you hear a faint guitar playing with a soft voice vocalizing over. You walk backwards a bit and listen outside the door of the old-school pub. The chords and melody of the song brings back a cloudy memory of you childhood but you couldn’t tell what. You start to get more interested and head down the steep stairway into an underground bar as the music got louder and louder. He sounded extremely familiar to you, and it brought you a weird and surprising feeling of belonging and safety. You step into the full pub and approach the stage walking through the crowd of people drinking at their tables. You tried to get a look at the artist singing and playing the guitar but all you could see were his hands lightly strum the guitar as the people in the front row stood up in front of him swaying to the melody.
You listen to the soft sound of his guitar until he finishes the song. The crowd claps loud and cheers at him. He speaks up with a very familiar voice in to the microphone, “This is the last song. I wrote this for my girlfriend in high school, I thought she would always be there but our paths parted. I hope you have a good night and enjoy this last song”. People awe at the thought of his high school sweetheart and look at each other. You smile as you remember how your boyfriend used to write you songs and sing them to you at the back of his dad’s truck at 3am and the conversations couldn’t and wouldn’t ever leave that truck, it was just you and him.
He starts to play a light melody with an undertone of sad chords, with his fingers picking at the strings. A sudden wave of comfort rushes over you. He starts to sing and his voice is soft but strong as you hear him sing out of his heart. You catch yourself predicting the lyrics and slightly singing along. Why do you know this song? He just mentioned that it was personal?
You start to head towards the stage in confusion. You lightly push someone out of the way in the crowd to see who is singing this, “Excuse me.” You push through to see the stage and look up at the redheaded singer with strong features as he passionately strums the guitar.
“Archie?” you say out loud, loud enough for him to hear and look up at you. He is startled but continues to sing and keep eye contact with you the whole song. You mouth the lyrics with a lump in your throat as the pleasant and unpleasant memories fill your mind. People look at you in confusion as they follow his gaze. You leave to go outside to get some fresh air. The stone cold stares of people cause you to feel like the walls are caving in. And seeing Archie, your high school love’s face again after 5 years has made it hard for you to think or do anything.
You sit outside in front of the pub catching your breath. Your eyes concentrate on the wet road and how the streetlights lightly reflect a sparkle off of the surface. As you settled your breathing and zoned out watching the quiet street, you hear someone quietly call out your name, “Y/N?”.
You jump a bit as it snaps you out of your dreamy state and you see Archie standing at the door of the pub. He had grown a lot. He was now tall enough to tower over you, he was very toned and his shoulders were broad. Seeing him made you feel safe and comfortable even if he had changed, as his fiery red hair and his chocolate brown eyes were ageless.  He sits down next to you and you both look at each other with amazement.
“Haven’t seen you in a while, huh? What are you doing here?” He asks as you still are in a zone of amazement. You manage to gather yourself and respond. “I… uh live here. I work in the office building for a magazine, nothing special. What about you?”.
“I work with my dad’s company, but I like performing in the local pubs everyone once in a while.”
You look at him in confusion. The whole 2 months you had been living back in your childhood town Riverdale, you haven’t ran into him.
“You said in high school that working for your dad is the last thing you want to do? Following in his footsteps? I thought you were going to stay in New York?” you say a bit worried frowning at Archie.
“I was naive. No one could take better care of the company after him other than me, and I get to perform on the side… Why did you come back? You hated this place…”, he says now looking at the street that you were drawn to earlier, because of it’s mesmerizing shimmer.
“I don’t know… I guess I feel like this is the only place I belong. This is where I grew up, where I had my first friends… my first love”. Archie looks up at you with a smirk and nods as you continue, “Wherever I went I felt empty, like it was missing something. The school I went to wasn’t Riverdale High, the food I ate wasn’t from Pop’s, The people I talked to weren’t Betty, Veronica, Kevin, Jughead and the person I tried to love… wasn’t you, Archie.” He looks up at you in surprise but with a very loving and understanding gaze. He takes your hand carefully to see your reaction and you let him. He held your hand in his and the memory of you in his truck talking for hours and cuddling started to overload your mind.
“Y/N, We have grown. What we had might have been just a silly high school crush… or it could have been real and we were two kids in love. Ever since we decided to put our own lives over each other’s, I have felt out of place and distant from everyone and everything.”
You look up at him and squeeze his hand tighter in your lap. He had grown and your conversation was so mature, which was quite a new experience.
He continued, “We were apart and I have tried my best to get over you, but after years of trying to forget you, I have learnt it’s the best for me to just let you be apart of my past and eventually you have become a pleasant memory to think of, rather than the worst heartbreak I have experienced”, you both chuckled at his dramatic feelings towards the old relationship, but at the back of your mind you knew everything he said was true and you had gone through the same process.
He pulls you in closer, “But seeing you now, in reach. I can see you, hear you, speak to you… touch you. I can’t help but feel like I’m a fool for you once again.” You look at him shaking your head and smiling. “Andrews… Never fails to make me love him more… But, we have grown apart and we were so far away, what if we are different and we…“ he quickly pulls you into a soft kiss before you managed to finish your sentence. A strand of his soft red hair falls onto his face as he pulls away from you and you look into his capturing eyes.
We’re here now.”

that's just how we feel ( 11pm fluff )

You were sitting on the counter top in the kitchen of your apartment, watching your boyfriend of a year, Shawn, play his guitar. You recently finally finished college and decided to move out to LA, where Shawn was most of the time, and it worked out well for you since your job was pretty easy and you could work from home.

Shawn was playing around with some cords and trying to finish a song he started to write. You were both having a pretty laid back day, hanging out and watching movies, Shawn singing to you every once a while. You loved him with your whole heart and you were so glad to finally he able to see him more now that your schooling was finished. Although things would still always be busy between your career and Shawn’s, it would be a lot easier now that you lived closer. You wondered how long it would be before Shawn and you got married or anything. You wondered if you even would get married. You knew how big of a decision it was to move out to LA simply to be closer to Shawn, but at the time it felt right to you so you did it. Sometimes you just wondered where your life would be if you didn’t. You missed your family and friends.

“What if I never moved out here?” You said thinking out loud.

“What do you mean?” Shawn said and put down his guitar.

“I don’t know.. I love it here and I love you, but what if there’s something I’m missing somewhere else?” You didn’t really know what you were talking about, you were just a little homesick, and you didn’t know to put that into words.

“Y/N, there’s definitely a possibility that you could be missing out on something sure, but there’s also plenty of things to enjoy here. I think no matter where you are, there’s always something to miss out on.” Shawn walked over to you and put his hands on your waist. As you sat on the counter you wrapped your legs around him.

“I guess so.” You said quietly and pulled him closer to you. You just let him hold you for a bit until he spoke;

“I see, and want, a future with you Y/N. You know that right? I wouldn’t have let you move here if I didn’t.” Shawn said and played with your hair.

“What kind of future?” You asked and looked up at him. You wanted him to say marriage but at the same time that scared you. He knew you so well though, because after you asked that he said, “Like, marriage and a family and all that.”

Shawn held your hands in his. “I know that’s a big deal, and I don’t exactly have a ring with me right now or something but I do want to be with you.. like forever. I can’t picture myself with anyone but you, and maybe that’s wrong or something since we’re still young, but I swear I’m in love with you.”

You felt your heart burst with excitement but also fear. You were crazy about Shawn but he was right. You were both still young and the fact that he could picture himself with only you and no one else was scary but also sweet.

“I feel the same way too. But.. just a little less maybe. Well not less.. I just think you were right when you said we’re still really young.” You said trying not to give him the wrong idea.

“I know. I love you though and I really think I always will. And maybe we’re too young and maybe it’s wrong, but that’s just how we feel. It’s not a bad thing to share our feelings with each other right?” Shawn kissed your hand right after he said that.

“Right.” You smiled.

Right now, no matter how young or how crazy your lives were, you loved Shawn and he loved you. That was really all that mattered. He was all that mattered to you.

Pastime

Destiny fic - 829 words

Testing Hawthorne’s voice. It’s not very distinct, but I’m getting there.

On Ao3 here


The farm has been filling up. Hawthorne is proud.

It’s bustling now, with the Vanguard rallying more Guardians, with communications active and transmat links up, the tent city growing beyond the landing field. She’d had to wrestle that area back from the Guardians today, for shipments of scavenged supplies. They’d turned the place into a rudimentary football field, crafted goalposts from scrap and rigged tripwires and flares to go off when goals were scored. Not only was it a hazard, with the nearest Cabal base already within too many miles for Suraya to feel completely comfortable, but it was in the way of important things. Like landing the stockpiles the Guardians were retrieving from the Fallen for them.

She’s trying not to be frustrated, they were pulling long days in the wild and could use the break, but she wished they had pastimes that did not get in the way.

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superhoodshipper4life  asked:

Could you do a oneshot where Levy gives birth at home unexpectedly, and Gajeel has to deliver their son?

Gajevy: Unannounced

A little awkward, but no big deal haha.


She observed Gajeel as he patiently restrung his acoustic guitar. From her seat on the couch, she could see his eyes focus on the task, intent on keeping the strings straight. The old metal strings he tied in a knot to keep them together for easier disposal. He bent over the dark brown fret board and wound the ends around the tuners. Levy let out a content sigh. She could only imagine him with their little one. “I hope you’re this focused still once the baby comes.”

Without looking away from his instrument, his deep, steady voice was calming with his reply. “I’m sure I will be.”

“Mhm.” She agreed with a hum. Her lips curved around the straw to her cranberry juice and took a drink. The glass balanced on her rounded stomach.

“How are you feeling?” He finally questioned, turning his head to consider her when it took her a moment to answer.

“I’m good,” she said. It was extremely close to her due date, and the doctor had suggested she be on bed rest until she delivered.

He straightened a little, holding the guitar on his lap with one hand. “Are you sure? Do you need anything?”

Levy shook her head with a small laugh. “I said I’m good, Gajeel. Though I will need a refill soon.” She held up her almost empty glass to look into it. With her other hand, she rubbed the side of her belly.

Gajeel finished tightening one of the strings before carefully setting the instrument aside. He made a lap to the kitchen for Levy’s refill and to refill his own Crown and coke. When he reentered the room, he frowned. Levy we sitting up, her back straight as she lightly pressed on her belly.

“What’s wrong?” Gajeel asked with caution. He held the glass out to her, waiting for her to reach for it.

She stuck out her bottom lip, still gingerly feeling the material over her belly. Something seemed off tonight. “He wasn’t doing anything for a while, and then when you left, he kicked me. Hard. It kinda hurt.”

“He’s probably just figuring out he can still do karate,” Gajeel snorted, then took a sip of his drink. “I bet it’s cramped in there.”

Levy narrowed her eyes and took the glass. “Well I wish he’d stop. He’s hurting his momma.”

He went back to his guitar and finished installing the strings, twisting the tuners to adjust the tension. After it was tuned, he strummed a few chords. The sound was perfect. It made him smile. His fingers then picked at the strings as he played a short tune.

Levy smiled. She enjoyed his music, it calmed her at times she was anxious or frustrated. Watching him play was relaxing. She hummed along with the now familiar melody. There was another kick from within her. And then another sharp pain. It was unexpected and she let loose a quick gasp.

Hearing it, Gajeel turned his head to her and immediately stopped playing, laying his hand flat against the vibrating strings. “You ok?”

His wife narrowed her eyes. She glanced down to her round belly and winced again. “Ohh…”

“Tell me what to do,” Gajeel stated. He tried to keep his emotions in check, laying his guitar next to him. The last thing he needed to be was nervous. It wasn’t good for Levy to see him a little shaken up and worried.

“I-I don’t know yet, I’m still-” another sharp pain shivered through her. “Ohhhh my gah-”

She clamped her lips together and focused on the floor in front of her until the pain partially subsided. She glanced up at Gajeel when she felt as though she involuntarily wet herself. Beginning to peel back the blanket on her lap, Levy started to unfold her legs in an attempt to stand. Alarm caused her to shake.

“Whoa, where are you goin’?” Gajeel asked, hovering over her. He set his glass down on the table beside her.

“I think, I think I’m in labor,” she breathed, clenching as a forceful tremor wracked her small frame.

Gajeel’s eyes widened. “I thought we still had some time!”

“Apparently not.” Levy tried to stand, but slowly sat down from the effort. She began to breathe the way she had been instructed to at the baby classes she and Gajeel had to take as first time parents.

“What do you want me to do?” He quickly inquired. He pulled his phone from his back pocket and clutched it in his hand, ready to dial any number she desired.

“…ice, in the kitchen,” Levy grunted, pointing with one hand to the kitchen and rubbing her belly with the other.

He immediately rushed to the other room after the ice, hearing Levy not seconds after that cry out. She watched for him from her position on the couch, hunched over and writhing from the intense burning rippling through her. Returning with the cup of crushed ice, Gajeel handed to her. His eyes scanned over her.

Sweat had already started on her forehead. “Shit, Lev. Shit,” he growled out the curse.

“We need to go, Gajeel!” She said through clenched teeth.

Pointing to the full glass on the end table, Gajeel almost yelled. “I’ve been drinking! I can’t fuckin’ drive!”

She suppressed a growl of pain, throwing her head back against the back of the couch. “Then call someone, ahh-”

Gaeel hurriedly called her father, knowing the man would know what to do. While he spoke to him, Levy felt as though when she had a lull in pain, she couldn’t concentrate on anything but knowing the pain would swiftly come back. And the contractions were getting closer in time. She might not make it to the hospital in time.

When he ended the call, he turned to her. “Alright, your dad is on his way, he said he’ll call the hospital on the way to let them know we’re coming in. Let’s go.”

Levy shook her head. “I can’t. I physically can’t!” Tears were in her eyes, and when she squeezed them tight, the tears fell over her cheeks. It hurt him to see her like that.

He knelt down on the floor beside her. Her hand squeezed his shoulder, her hazel eyes staring into him. Swallowing and taking a deep breath, she said, “I won’t make it, I’m having him here.”

“No, I have no idea what to do, and this ain’t a time for me to learn!”

“He’s coming whether you do or naahhht!” A contraction hit her and her words were cut off by incoherent cries.

Gajeel was frozen. How could he step in as a doctor? He’d have to deliver his own child? His head began to swim. Levy tried to take off her leggings but couldn’t bend to do it. “Gajeel, gajeel please!”

“Fuck…” he murmured. Pulling off her bottoms, he squinted as he looked at her. It was one thing to see her naked, but another thing entirely to see their baby’s head crowning. His ears hurt from Levy’s screams.

He glanced around for something to put down on the floor and to wrap their child in. Grabbing a few throw blankets, he knelt back down, glancing up to her and taking a deep breath. “Alright. I guess.” He added uncertain of his ability to do what needed to be done. It was something he never thought he would have to do.

“You guess?!” Levy shouted, looking more concerned than she already was for the situation.

“I got this! Just push!”

She grunted and took a fist full of the couch cover in her hand. Several minutes ticked by and nothing significant happened. She panted, struggling to keep her position. Gajeel thought that maybe the baby’s head moved further, but he couldn’t be sure.

“I need some more pushin’ Lev.”

“I’m trying!”

“Try harder!”

“I’m going to k-” Her voice was interrupted by her straining.

Gajeel grabbed the throw blanket to hold it. His phone began to ring, but there was no answering it, as Levy’s effort was finally producing their baby. “Don’t stop, Shorty!”

Her cry ended in a rough screech as the infant slid into Gajeel’s ready hands. The tiny human took in a breath and a high pitch scream filled the room. Levy did her best to sit up to see him. “H-how is he? Is he ok?” Her voice was hoarse.

“Holy shit,” Gajeel murmured as he looked down at the newborn. He carefully cleaned him off, doing his best to be gentle. “Yea, he’s fine.”

He wrapped him up, still in shock at what he had to do. He just delivered his firstborn. His heart felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest. Handing him over to his wife, Gajeel covered her with the extra blanket and watched the two of them bond. Tears streamed over Levy’s face and she smiled, speaking directly to their son.

Gajeel took the moment to quickly wash his hands and check his phone. Levy’s father had called. He was almost there. Dialing the number again, Gajeel walked to the front door to look out the window. He held the phone up to his ear and glanced back to Levy.

She was all smiles, still lying there holding him against her chest. She glanced over to Gajeel, reaching up to wipe the tears from her cheek. He returned the smile and made his way over to his wife and his son as they all waited on family to arrive.

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Finally finished! The Friendo Telecopy, built in the style of a 1965 Telecaster with a rosewood neck and painted matching headstock.

Neck: Musikraft rosewood, stainless frets, 1965 specs

Body: MJT alder

Electronics: Tone Man harness, DiMarzio Area T pickups

Hardware: Gotoh SD91 MG-T tuners, Glendale saddles, Schaller strap locks, Fender True Vintage for everything else

For Simon

“Happy birthday, mi sol.” Raphael says with a smile.

If he could blush in embarrassment and nervousness he would be as Simon walks into the room. It’s dark and cool. There’s a keyboard on one wall, a couple of different guitars on another, a drum set, and a microphone. Scattered around is a tambourine, music sheets, and a few other essentials. Connected to that room is another with a recording studio with big glass windows into the room they’re currently in with all of the music equipment. Simon is shocked to say the least as he walked in, a huge smile on his face. He laughs in disbelief and turns to his boyfriend.

“You- You got me all of this?” He says, seemingly at a loss for words, quite the feat for the young vampire.

Raphael nods his head. “Is this okay? I wasn’t sure what kind of guitars-”

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The Midnight Lovers

Summary: After an argument you leave your boyfriend, Greg. Months later your friends ask you on a road trip, only Greg was invited too. What the two of you don’t know is your friends have planned this trip to try and get the pair of you to rekindle. But will it work?

Warnings: None?

A/N: I swear this week has flown in 😲 anywhoooo DRAMA AND (a bit of) ANGST 😱 I hope you’re all enjoying this series, I’m really enjoying writing it, it’s such a laugh sometimes but other times I end up on the verge of tears 😭 Thank you to everyone who’s liking it so far!

The Midnight Lovers Playlist

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Chapter 5
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The eight of you entered the pub and glanced around noticing three other older people, not including the two barmaids one who was slightly older than the girl who was around your age, were in the pub.

“I’ll get the first round” John announced, Anderson and Sherlock helped him whilst the rest of you grabbed a table. You sat opposite Greg and nervously played with the coaster between your fingers.

You felt Jim nudge you with his knee “You okay?” He muttered to you and you nodded just before the three boys returned with drinks in hand.

“Here’s to friendship and road trips” John toasted holding up his pint glass.

“And love!” Mary interjected and your eyes locked into Greg’s as soon as those words left her lips and you clinked your glass together with his. You quickly gulped down your drink and let out a deep breath.

“Want to dance Jim?” You asked getting a slight buzz from the alcohol streaming through your blood.

“You don’t have to ask me twice, darling” he outstretched his hand and pulled you to the retro looking jukebox that had a multitude of records. “Look Y/N!” Jim gasped and frantically hit your arm “They have our song!” Your eyes widened and you let out a delighted squeal as Jim pressed on ‘Nothing’s gonna stop us now’ by Starship. It was the song that was playing when you first met him and ever since then it had been dubbed as yours and his song. Jim always sang the male vocals and you always sang the female vocals.

As soon as Jim started singing Mary rolled her eyes with a chuckle “Oh no,” she muttered taking a sip of wine “They’re at it again”.

You and Jim were having a rare old time singing your hearts out “Come on guys!” You encouraged the others that were sitting at the table “Sing the final verse with us!”

They all looked at each other and began singing in unison with you and Jim, the others in the pub were amused with the entertainment.

You and Jim screamed out at the top of your lungs while playing air guitar together. The song finished and everyone applauded you and Jim who were giggling away like a bunch of school kids.

“Let’s do shots!” Jim suggested and your smile faded fast.

“Oh no! No, no, no, no, nooo! Don’t you remember last time? Probably not!” You sighed “Last time we had two shots, TWO! When I came over to visit you when you were at your grans back in Ireland and we ended up in Wales that night” Jim’s eyes widened remembering how awful he felt for a whole week after it.

“I still don’t know how we’re alive” he breathed out.

You let it a giddy giggle and dragged him to the bar ordering drinks for the both of you and the rest of the gang. Your eyes caught sight of a rather handsome looking bartender who had been hiding in the back.

“Hi! I’m Rick,” He shot you a pearly white smile “What can I get for you?” He asked sending you a smouldering look with you couldn’t help but blush at.

Jim rolled his eyes, unimpressed with his pathetic flirtatious looks. He told him the order and you took out your purse “It’s on the house if I can have a dance with you? I was watching you earlier and, well, I’m very impressed”.

You gently bit down on your lip with a bashful smile “Well that sounds like a deal” you stuck your hand out for him to shake “I’m Y/N”

Rick the bartender warmly smiled and broke his gaze away from your eyes “I’ll grab a couple more glasses from the back” he winked and rushed off to get some.

You turned to Jim with a smile but he didn’t look impressed “What?” You asked.

Jim scoffed “Rick? More like Dic-”

“Here you go!” Rick came back with some glasses in his hand “I’ll help you guys over to the table”. He walked around the bar and helped you and Jim back to the table with the various bottles and glasses in hand.

Mary shot Jim an odd look noticing you standing far too close to the bartender “Who’s this?” She asked with a convincing fake smile.

“Uh this is Rick!” You introduced him “Rick this is Mary, John, Sherlock, Molly, Philip but we call him Anderson, you’ve met Jim and that’s…Greg” you choked out his name. They muttered their hellos and you took a gulp of your drink “I’m going to dance with Rick, he gave us the drinks on the house if I danced with him” you lightly laughed and you walked away with him to the other side of the room to pick a song.

Greg rolled his eyes and downed his pint “I’m going to the bathroom” he spoke with a hint of anger in his voice. The rest of the group sent each other a wary look.

“Why didn’t you get Y/N away from that bartender?!” Molly quietly hissed at Jim.

“I tried! Plus it’s not just Y/N!” Jim retorted back and motioned for them all to look at Greg at the bar. They saw Greg chatting up the the young, giddy girl behind the bar. Mary let out a huff and rolled her eyes.

“Is it too early to tell you all that I was right? That it would take more than this road trip to get the two of them back together?” Sherlock sent the group a smug look. Anderson looked bewildered and Molly noticed.

“I’ll tell you about it later” she whispered to him with a smile.

You were laughing and dancing away with Rick and he song eventually came to an end and as it did you caught sight of Greg trying to chat up the bleach blonde barmaid. You felt a pang of pain spread through your body and you narrowed your eyes tightly at the pair.

“Let me buy you a drink” you turned around to Rick who offered and you nodded with a smile.

“I bet I could drink you under the table” you smirked.

“Oh yeah?” Rick asked in an almost challenging tone. He took you back to the bar and poured you a drink you clinked your glasses together. You downed it and glanced over with a small smile, that smile quickly disappeared however when you saw Greg still flirting with the barmaid.

It felt like your heart was being rolled about in shards of broken glass. Why were you feeling like this? You were the one that walked out that night. Surely you couldn’t still have fe-

“Another?” Rick asked, bringing you back into the same bitter reality you were daydreaming about.

“Sure!” You told him with a face smile and gritted your teeth together when he turned away, sending glares to the pair at the end of the bar “Why the hell not”.

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Also to add can you imagine just lounging around on the bus with him and his just struming on the guitar while you finish some work

i was just telling @brittanyzelazno that this is what the little fragrance ad made me think of! i love this thought.

you just sitting there across one of those small built in tables from him up at the front of the tour bus… the two of you just quietly occupying the time it takes for the bus to roll into the next city while long stretches of road and trees and landscapes whizz by outside of the windows… you on your macbook just typing away, taking care of business and tying up loose ends for whatever project you’ve got going on with school or work… and shawn all relaxed with his feet up on his side of the table, just strumming chords out on the guitar, maybe pausing every couple of minutes to jot down the lyrics that pop up in his mind… 

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Anon asked:  Reader knows how to play guitar and has been stuck in writer’s block for some time now. Wanda unintentionally helps the reader out of it and gets a complete song dedicated to her. Reader plays the song at a party and confesses to her long term crush! Thank you!

Okay so this took me forever to find a good song, and even though I know a fuck ton of Kpop songs….I think I found a good one. Ignore the fact that the pronouns are male, and make it female, mmkay? Mmkay. Good. Also I uh…twisted this because cuteness, mmkay?

Warning: This sucks I’m sorry

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Drift asked for #10, bunnyribbit. Here ya go.

Hana paused with her chocolate bar in her mouth as the faint notes of a familiar guitar song drifted across the silence of the Gibraltar base. Intrigued, she followed the echoing notes down empty hallways, humming along with the tune as the gentle twanging of the guitar grew louder in volume.

Her path lead her to the rooftop, and she quietly opened the door to Lúcio sitting in the setting sun, orange light casting a soft glow over the hard planes of his muscles. He sat with his legs crossed and eyes closed as he strummed an old acoustic guitar. He finished the song, seamlessly continuing into another song that Hana recognized.

She smiled and sat down beside him, careful to not disturb his concentration. His deft fingers plucked the strings effortlessly, and Hana found herself admiring his serene expression and the way he almost looked ethereal in the setting sun. Lúcio opened his eyes, and Hana smiled at him before leaning against him lightly.

They sat like that, wordless, with only the chirping of the birds, the breaking waves, and the guitar breaking the silence until the sun set. Lúcio played one final song - the opening theme to Hero of My Storm, making Hana giggle.

“That was beautiful, Lu,” Hana said, smiling up at him once again.

Lúcio smiled and blushed. “Thanks Hana. It’s just something I do to relax, I suppose.”

She hummed and lifted her hand, running her fingers lightly over his hand that rested over the strings of the guitar, tracing the callouses and marveling at the rough skin.

“Teach me?”

Lúcio grinned brightly. “Okay, so first off…”


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