“What the fuck?!” Potter threw up his hands and then promptly jammed them in his hair. He stopped his pacing and stared at the archway where a door had been about… -Draco idly cast a tempus- an hour ago. Apparently, Potter had been driven to distraction simply by the idea of sharing a space with him and was flirting with a level of mania that made Draco quite uncomfortable.
Draco laced his hands together in his lap, uncrossing his legs and recrossing them the other way. He was expecting Potter to start throwing spells again if he kept to the pattern he had established so far. Hopefully, he would cast something that would rebound and turn him into something quiet, like a rabbit.
Potter spun toward him though, “Why aren’t you upset!” he snapped.
Draco raised an eyebrow, “It seems to me you’re doing a good enough job for the both of us.”
I have received a request to post Stevie’s favorite things (”music, books, food, poets and all things beyond, far and in between”), so I gathered some things from several interviews and Q&As.
I feel that I have to add some sort of disclaimer though - This list could never be a thorough look into Stevie’s likes as she’s a very private person (as she should be!) and I’m far from being an expert. All the things listed here were mentioned publicly and I have no intention of intruding or disrespecting. I hope you enjoy it, and if you think of things I’ve left out, please drop me a line.
It’s almost impossible to gather all the artists, bands, and songs Stevie has cited as favorites in just one place… Nothing I post will do justice to her love of music.
“I have a love of music that goes far beyond what I do onstage.” (Dailytelegraph.au, 2017)
• ”Tom Petty is my favorite rock star.“ (BST Hyde Park Festival, 2017)
• "If you could do a duet with anyone in the world, with whom would it be?”
“I would say James Taylor.” (Facebook Q&A, 2014)
• “So I got got the flamboyancy and the attitude from Janis and then I got the humbleness and the grace from Jimi Hendrix. And then one other thing, I got a little bit of slinky from Grace Slick.” (South by Southwest Music Festival, 2013)
•"I have striven to live up to the songwriting of Don Henley and Glenn Frey, Jackson Browne and Joni Mitchell.“ (1981)
• “If I can sit down and be going through a crisis and I can listen to Joni Mitchell or something and I can feel from her that she understands, even though she doesn’t know me, then, for me… I love that, and that’s what I try to do.” (1976)
Here’s just a little of what she has mentioned over the decades: Her Grandad, Leon Russell, The Everly Brothers, Led Zeppelin, Eagles, Buffalo Springfield, Foo Fighters, Vanessa Carlton, Haim, and so many more. Click herefor a playlist containing 73 songs Stevie has mentioned during interviews.
“Do you have any poets you enjoy?”
“Yes, Oscar Wilde and Edgar Allan Poe.” (Q&A, rockalittle.com)
“I think that poets and songwriters have a lot in common because a songwriter really has to be a poet first. That’s how we live our lives. It’s the same kind of thinking. Unlike people who write fiction or make movies, we put our stories into these small little containers filled with mostly short lines and verses. This is how we talk about the way we feel and talk about things and explain the world and ourselves.” (The Creative Independent, 2016)
• The Mabinogion Trilogy - Evangeline Walton
“These four fantasy-fiction books by American author Evangeline Walton (The Prince of Annwn, The Children of Llyr, The Song of Rhiannon and The Island of The Mighty) are based on traditional Welsh myths. Someone sent them to me back in 1978 because I’d written a song called Rhiannon 5 years earlier. Walton started her work around 1934 and finished in 1974, which was right around the time that I wrote Rhiannon, so I felt like when her work ended, mine began.”
• Wide Sargasso Sea - Jean Rhys
“Wide Sargasso Sea is inspired by Bronte’s classic Jane Eyre. The novel explores the life of Mrs Rochester, ‘the wild woman in the attic’, in 1830s Jamaica before she was brought to England by Mr Rochester. Jean Rhys wrote this book as a precursor to Jane Eyre because of her love for the Bronte novel. I saw the film adaptation of the book in the early 1990s and it inspired me to write the song of the same name on my album.”
• Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
“I first read Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights (written by Charlotte’s sister Emily Bronte) when I was in college in California in the late 1960s. They are two of my favourite books because they’re just so brilliantly written. The beauty of both these classics is that they were fantastic when I was a teenager and they still appeal to me now as a 63-year-old woman.”
• The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe
“I’ve read all of Poe’s poetry as well as Lord Byron’s and Oscar Wilde’s. He is deep and brooding - you can make many songs from his poems. I like Byron for the same reason - his characters are dark and intense like Lindsey. Oscar Wilde’s work is more flamboyant, but he was a really good storyteller.”
• Out of Africa - Karen Blixen
“This memoir recounts the time Karen Blixen (a Danish author) spent in Kenya from 1914. When I saw the 1985 movie version with Meryl Streep and Robert Redford, it just killed me and inspired me to read the book. Both make me sob so much I can hardly breathe. Later, my assistant gave me a beautiful old copy, which makes me treasure the story more. I even stayed in the Karen Blixen suite at the Hotel D'Angleterre in her native Copenhagen. The relationship between Blixten and the Safari hunter Denys Finch Hatton broke my heart. It’s a book about finding and losing love.”
• The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupery
“I first discovered The Little Prince when I was in high school and fell in love with the book straight away. My make-up artist has a tattoo of the Little Prince on the side of her leg, so I’m often reminded of what a beautiful story it is. It’s a sweet fable about the relationship between a little boy and his love for a rose. There is such a strong philosophy of love and loneliness running throughout the book that I can’t help but return to it again and again.”
• The Twilight Series - Stephenie Meyer
“Moonlight (A Vampire’s Dream), a song on my new album was written about New Moon. The song is about what happens when a relationship breaks down or, more specifically, when you are abandoned in some way. I could totally relate to that. I think that Meyer’s stories are magnificent and I’m amazed at how she built her complex world. Writing a song seems much simpler that writing a novel - a song is just five verses and a chorus! I think the love story between Edward and Bella is going to live on forever, like Beauty and the Beast.”
• “Right now I am reading ‘Wheel of Fortune’ by Susan Howatch.” (Q&A, rockalittle.com, 2000s)
• “On the bookshelves are volumes about the Kabbalah, Madame Blavatsky and Arthurian legend; a copy of The Johns Hopkins Consumer Guide to Drugs sits beside Luxury Hotels of the World.” (Stevie Nicks: a survivor’s story, telegraph.uk, 2007)
• “She is gurgling scales along with a recording of her vocal coach while flipping through a new memoir by Janis Joplin’s road manager. ”Look,“ Nicks says, perking up, “I knew Janis wore sling-back heels.” (Rolling Stone, 2015)
• Mentioned: Jean Cocteau’s “La Belle et la Bête”, “Mary, Queen of Scots”, “Julia”.
• Stevie’s favorite horror movie is “The Haunting of Hill House”, however… “Nicks has very little experience with horror: she’s seen only a handful of old horror movies, like “Bride of Dracula”. “They don’t scare me,” she says. “I just love the costumes.” - (AHS:Coven interview, 2014)
• “I can see a movie—say, it’s a movie with Michael Fassbender called “The Light Between Oceans”—and I can’t get this movie out of my head. The tragedy of this movie is so intense and so beautiful you can hardly stand it and you go home and think about it for days afterwards.” (The Creative Independent, 2016)
▬ TV Shows
• “I worked on the edit of my documentary about the making of In Your Dreams. And then I got pneumonia. With my pneumonia and my mother’s death I watched the entire first season of Game Of Thrones—so that was great! That certainly took my mind off everything.” Not only did the series distract the Grammy winner, but it re-ignited her creativity, inspiring her to write some G.O.T.-centric fan poems. Explains Nicks, “I’ve written a bunch of poetry about it—one for each of the characters. On Jon Snow… On Arya…. On Cersei and Jaime.” She also says that she has a talent crush on the author of the Game of Thrones book series, George R. R. Martin, who is her age, and “would love to write some music” for the show. (VanityFair, 2013)
• Among the TV shows she loves, besides American Horror Story and Million Dollar Listing, are The Good Wife, Ugly Betty, Glee, Elementary (“That guy [Jonny Lee Miller] who used to be married to Angelia Jolie, oh my God, he’s amazing. I’d marry him. In a second”), and “all of the creepy shows,” like the Law and Order franchises, Criminal Minds, NCIS, and NCIS: L.A. (Vulture, 2014)
• “Judging Amy is my favorite!” (Q&A, rockalittle.com)
“I ate with Stevie… You have two girls with a sweet tooth, it’s like carnage.” (Chrissie Hynde, talking about Thanksgiving with Stevie, November, 2016)
“I am always on the Weight Watchers diet. I kind of eat food that is fixed for me all over the US. I don’t really get to eat my favorite foods, like vanilla bean ice cream, gelato, cherry pie, and lemon cake, and chocolate chip cookies. I’d love to have them every day, but I don’t. I have to zip back into that long, black, seriously tight dress! (Facebook Q&A, 2014)
“I eat one yogurt every single night right before I go to bed. It’s my, like, special time.”
”Mexican is my favorite, but I don’t eat it very often. I can make a GREAT omelet!“ (Q&A, rockalittle.com)
“It’s so interesting – when my mother was pregnant with me, the only thing she could keep down was enchiladas and refried beans. As for me, whenever I’m sick, the only thing I can tolerate is Mexican food! So the fact that they actually pulled that out of the air was so great. Because if I was ever going to have a restaurant that’s what it would be."
"Stevie really doesn’t have alot of time to cook… but if we can get her to, she makes one heck of a sandwich!! (It’s all about the sauces she makes…) (Ask Lori [Nicks], rockalittle.com)
"I just eat the airline food, but I always get a Starbucks soy latte before boarding.”
"Stevie is an iced tea kind of gal.” (Q&A, Cory Buckingham, 2003)
“I like antiques, I love old things. I must be very old underneath because I love beautiful old things. I love dancing. I love most of all writing songs. I love animals!“ (1977)
”I absolutely still draw. I have 4 drawings out here with me right now. Drawing for me is like a tranquilizer. It puts me into another state of mind and takes me out of the Rock N’ Roll mind and puts me into that drawing I’m working on. I can just sit and draw for hours and hours. It is food for my soul. Someday I will put our my art, just as I have begun putting out my polaroids.“ (Facebook Q&A, 2014)
”Painting in my room that looks over the ocean. That is my favorite thing.“ (Q&A, rockalittle.com)
"I like to decorate! I like to go decorating shopping at furniture stores. I’m constantly changing around the rooms in my house, so that’s something I really love to do. You’ll be at my house one day, and 2 weeks later, you’ll come in and it’ll be different.” (Facebook Q&A, 2014)
“Nicks moves among the collection of colourful Art Deco lamps that stand on every surface, carefully orchestrating the ambient light. ’That’s the famous blue lamp that’s been in lots of photos; that’s a Tiffany,’ she says. ’And so is that one. I don’t know about the others.’ (Stevie Nicks: a survivor’s story, telegraph.uk, 2007)
“Hawaii, Paris, New Zeland.” “I would have to say it is New York City. There is so much energy in the city, and so much to do there. It is a very exciting city for me.” (Favorite destinations, Q&A, rockalittle.com)
“Stevie actually goes out a lot. In every city she goes shopping and out for dinner, at the least.” (Q&A, Cory Buckingham, 2003)
“Stevie also shops a lot, and in perfect female form, jewelry shopping tops her list. She loves it when a group of people, maybe 8 or more, get together for dinner. She can sit and chat and laugh for hours on end. Literally. Although I didn’t travel with the band, and we were very rarely in the same cities, I do know that Stevie goes out a lot on days off. She loves shopping, whether it be for something she actually needs or wants, or just strolling around window shopping. She and her posse go out to dinner a lot, and also spends time writing and taking pictures. She really a lot of fun.”
(Q&A, Cory Buckingham, 2003)
“You want your journals written by hand in a book, because someday, if you have daughters — I don’t have daughters, but I have fairy goddaughters, thousands of them — all of these books are gonna go to them, and they’re gonna sit around just like we are now, and they’re gonna read them out loud, and they’re going to be able to know what my life was.” (New York Times, 2014)
And finally one of the passions I believe many of us fans share with her:
“Yorkies are my favorites because they have such amazing personalities.” (Q&A, rockalittle.com)
pairing: taehyung x reader genre: smut warnings: kinda semi public smut i guess, gambling wordcount: 5.7k
↠ A game of poker is what you come for - but you soon realize, the real prize you want is the infamous player named V. Who will win the game?
The atmosphere, charged with caution and rigged luck.
Bitter chuckles, mocking taunts, mumbled curses and the sweet sound of chips clattering. Crowds around tables, blinking slot machines, shouts about bets. There is a tension in the air, the one caused by taking risks and the cold sweat that comes with it. A final check is made somewhere over there and the gathered bystanders applaud. It nearly drowns out the smooth jazz filling the background but it’s nothing you pay attention to anyway.
No, the click of your heels on the stone floor does not halt at the commotion of the countless tables, lecherous greed roused up by cheering masses, waving money, placing bets, losing or winning it all. Those games hold no interest to you, way too public, too exposed, too little to win.
Dany's dragons for some reason have a liking to the reader, which surprises both dany and the reader.
“My queen, take a look at this.”
Tyrion’s eyes didn’t waiver from the window he was standing out as he called for the blonde’s presence. Her heels clicked on the stone floor as she approached him and followed his gaze outdoors. Daenerys’s eyes widened at the sight before her.
“Who is that?” she asked of the figure holding a hand out to a strangely calm Viserion. The dragon, though small when compared to Drogon, still towered over you as it took in your scent. As the waves crashed onto the sand at your feet, the beast ever so slowly allowed you to lay a hand on its massive head.
“I don’t know. But whoever she is…she’s either brave or an utter fool.”
request: a couple people wanted a part two of No Angel, and eons ago someone requested “In celebration of you getting trashed last night and Rafa liking your drunk tweet…. a Rafa X reader where reader gets drunk and Rafa takes care of her… like… like sexually if you didn’t get that. and then when they wake up she’s really hungover and he takes care of her but in the fluff way.“
summary: rafa has been ignoring reader after their night together, so reader tries to go out to a party and forget him. it doesn’t work.
a/n: this is the SECOND part of the “no angel” series. it will make sense without the first part but it will make more sense with it. also, briefly want to state (because someone felt the need to scold me about it in my ask box) i don’t endorse student-teacher relationships, and because i’m sure someone will have something to say about it, i also don’t want to encourage you to go to big parties alone and get sloppy drunk with strangers. be safe okay. other than that please enjoy love u bunches. and i still want rafael casal to bone me.
“Good morning,” you shuffle into the kitchen, shooting a sleepy smile at Rafael.
“Morning,” he murmurs, looking up from the stove to beam at you.
Your heart gives a little flutter. His smile is blindingly bright, and looking at him right now feels a lot like looking into the sun.
“I made pancakes,” he says, sliding one onto a plate and offering it to you.
You take the plate and set it down at a placemat, hopping up onto the chair at the counter.
“Thanks,” you fix the hem of the shirt Rafa had given you to wear, straightening it out over the tops of your thighs. “You really didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to,” he replies simply, walking up behind you. He leans down and presses a kiss to the top of your head before sitting next to you.
You begin to eat the pancake, letting one of your legs swing back-and-forth gently. The two of you eat in silence for a couple minutes, and you’re grateful. Your mind isn’t exactly the sharpest this soon after waking up.
“I think it’s pretty disrespectful to have sex with someone, talk until you fall asleep holding them, and then not provide them with breakfast in the morning,” Rafael adds, picking up his coffee mug and taking a sip.
“Ah yes. It’s truly a shame not everyone can be as well-mannered as you,” you laugh, setting your fork down on your now empty plate.
“You know,” he peers over at the clock on the microwave. “I don’t have anywhere to be for a couple more hours…”
“Is that so?” You turn toward him, a smirk spreading across your face.
“Do you know what that means?” He smirks back at you, wiggling one eyebrow in your direction.
“Mm,” you hum, rising from the seat. “We can cuddle more?”
“Exactly,” he agrees, nodding.
You giggle, taking one of his hands. “I was kidding, but if you don’t want to have sex again-”
“Oh, I said no such thing,” he reprimands, standing and tugging you toward his bedroom.
That was a week ago. And you hadn’t heard from him since.
❝ The proposal had reached the walls of Queen Imanie’s castle, the letter of approval had reached yours. All that was left was to waste away the days until your fiance reached your door, spent in a constant state of excitement and flushed cheeks. But little did you know that this royal servant, now your fiance, would not only settle in your bedroom chambers with a heart belonging to someone else - but also bring annihilation to your kingdom. ❞
→ Queen!Reader x Sehun
Word count: 2,3K
Sweaty palms, excited grin made it’s rushed way down the grand stairs of the royal hall. The clicks of your delicate, heeled shoes against hard stone followed you as you skipped down ever marble step, down onto the vast, pale-stoned floor. Sweaty palms became aware of their inconvenience in the situation and let themselves be dragged over the soft cloth of the queen’s long, relaxed dress, effectively losing the disgusting moisture.
The sounds of wagons upon wagons arriving at the front of the royal castle, the chatter and the welcomes from your staff to the newly-arrived met your ears as you stepped out. What met your senses next - was the ethereal sight of your fiance, whom you had actually never spoken to before. His hair was dark, relaxed over his forehead and his brown eyes met yours with hidden mysteries, dreams, opinions, and interests.
You were to marry this man, and never before had the idea of a wedding sounded so fantastic to you before. You could only imagine his gratefulness; the opportunity he was given; from royal servant to Prince. He smiled shyly at you, reserved, and bowed his head slightly before taking the hand of one of your servant, moving out of the wagon and jumping down the small steps leading to the sturdy ground. Once the servants present noticed your own presence, they fell to the ground, leaving you and Sehun the only one standing.
As Sehun made his reluctant way across the palace yard over to you, you thanked Queen Imanie’s invite to tea only a few weeks ago, you thanked her for having this beautiful, mysteries boy as a servant, you thanked her for her approval when you asked for his hand in marriage - you thanked the heavens for bending to your very will.
“Sehun,” You spoke his name softly, fluency due to practice. “I’m thrilled to have you here as my fiance.”
Said man looked thrown off guard but smiled a shy smile again nonetheless. “I’m honored, Queen Y/N.”
Request - anon :A shy girl and Draco and the Yule ball or something? Draco had never actually talked to this chick, but knows her and she knows him. He tries to ask her to the ball, but she’s always surrounded or she’s not around then the Yule ball comes up.
Warnings- Don’t think so.
Pretty girls came into Draco’s life often. Pretty girls with kind hearts and genuine goals did not. So when Draco first noticed Y/N - he didn’t often pay attention to her. But when he started to see how nice she was and how she spoke her mind, Draco became more drawn to her. He wanted to know everything there was to know about Y/N.
He saw her for the first time in Potions class. Professor Snape had reassigned seats and she sat just in front of him. He watched as she tossed her H/C hair over a shoulder and sat with her back facing him. Draco couldn’t focus in Potions that day. He could smell the mint of her shampoo every time she tossed her hair. He could see her head bend down when she couldn’t keep up with the rapidness of Snape’s voice. He watched her knee bounce up and down when got impatient or bored.
The next few times Draco tried to ignore her, but he found it hard. She was beautiful - there was no denying that. But that wasn’t what attracted him to her. Y/N turned out to be funny. Draco could hear her comment under her breath during lessons. She also seemed to be as smart as - if not smarter - than Hermione Granger herself. She spoke her mind. She didn’t conform to other’s opinions. She had her own thoughts and she knew who she was.
Draco couldn’t keep his mind off of Y/N. Instead of his thoughts being consumed by Harry Potter, they were consumed with Y/N. He wanted her to notice him. He wanted her to want him as bad as he wanted her. Draco hadn’t even talked to the girl yet. He didn’t know how. They weren’t partners in any of the classes they had together. They didn’t sit near each other at meals. There wasn’t an excuse for him to talk to her.
Then Yule Ball came faster than he thought it would. When there were four weeks until the ball, Draco had thought about asking her to it. He decided it was too early. The next week, he had another excuse. He had too much homework. There wasn’t enough time in the day. She was always surrounded by her other friends. The third week, he was starting to panic. Everyone else in house already had a date. Draco didn’t. Y/N probably already did. Blaise brought the problem up to him at a late night study session.
“So, Draco, who did you ask to the Yule Ball? Anyone special?” Blaise winked.
“Blaise. You know I haven’t asked anyone yet.” Draco responded and closed his textbook loudly.
“Well now’s your chance. Look who just walked in to the library.”
Draco glared at Blaise. Blaise knew of Draco’s infatuation with the h/c hair e/c eyed fourth year. Blaise had listened to Draco make excuses for hours about why he couldn’t talk to the girl. Draco hadn’t even introduced himself yet. Granted, she probably already knew who he was - everyone did. Blaise gave him a pointed look and looked back to where Y/N was sitting at a table by herself.
“If you won’t do it, I’ll do it for you. You’re Draco Malfoy. What have you got to lose, mate?” Blaise leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. Draco gathered his things and made his way over to the table where she was sitting. He stopped midway when she was joined by one of her friends. Draco didn’t want to ask to the Yule Ball in front of her friends. He wanted it to be special.
He turned around and made his way back to where Blaise sat laughing.
“Mate, you can’t be scared of talking to her and her friends forever. You’ve got to ask her soon though, you don’t want her to get snatched up - if she isn’t already.”
“I’ll do it. I just want it to be at the right moment.” Draco replied angrily.
The week of the Yule Ball, Draco was determined. He studied her that week more than ever. Draco made note of what hairstyle she wore most often. He listened in on more of her conversations. Her favorite color was y/f/c. He learned that while she thought the idea of the ball was nice, it was also a brutal reminder that not everyone was meant to end up with a date. Most importantly, he had learned that she’d turned down several offers to go to the Yule Ball with someone because she was waiting on a certain boy to ask her.
Draco’s confidence wavered when he heard that. If he asked her, and she turned him down, he’d be disappointed. He had spent weeks infatuated with this girl. He had a plan though and he thought that it just might work. If it ended up in a disaster, at least he’d tried.
Then night of the Yule Ball, Draco waited at the bottom of the big staircase. He watched as several girls passed him. They would glance at him, giggle, and then saunter into the Great Hall. He saw Pansy and Blaise and several of his other friends in a circle gossiping. When Draco saw Y/N’s group of friends descend down the staircase, he became even more nervous than before. She wasn’t with them. Did that mean his plan hadn’t worked? He sat on the last step of the staircase.
Everyone had made their way into the Great Hall fifteen minutes ago. There was still no sign of Y/N. Draco figured he must have missed her walk down. Maybe she’d gone in before he got there. Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t seem to hear the heels clicking against the stone of the stair steps. There was a tap on his shoulder.
Standing up, Draco whirled around. His jaw dropped as he saw Y/N standing in front of him.
“Draco,” she cleared her throat. “I- uh- I got your note and your gifts. Thank you, it was very nice of you. You didn’t have to do this.” she spoke softly. Draco shook his head and closed his mouth. He swallowed and spoke.
“I’ve been trying to figure out a way to talk to you, but you always seem to be surrounded by your friends. I thought sending you something might be the only way I could talk to you alone. Er, you look lovely, by the way.”
An uncommon blush crept up the boy’s cheeks.
“Thanks. I’m glad you think so. Considering you sent me the dress, shoes, and jewelry, I’m glad you think I look decent.” She laughed and Draco’s breath caught in his throat. He loved the sound of her laugh.
“Well, I’m just glad you liked them. I heard your favorite color was y/f/c so that’s how I figured out what color to get you. I did have help though. Er, Pansy helped. She really picked everything out after I told her what - You know what, never mind. Shall we go in?” Draco asked. He was nervous. She had that affect on him. And he had already said too much.
“Sorry I’m late, by the way. I couldn’t decide how to wear my hair.” she confessed.
“It’s not a problem. I’m just glad you came. Now, let’s go have some fun, yeah?”
Summary: When Josie’s dad makes his disapproval for you in the Pussycats known, she decides to kick you out. Upset and heartbroken, Jughead, who was merely an acquaintance to you, helps you calm down. Slowly the two of you become friends and develop feelings for each other. But there’s a major problem standing in your way: His girlfriend, Betty, and your boyfriend, Reggie.
“No, no, no,” Myles McCoy said as he stood up from his chair and shook his head impatiently. “That’s not right at all.”
You lowered your head slightly embarrassed, because you knew more than likely he was speaking directly to you. It was hard for you to get the right chord change on the keyboard so you were holding up rehearsals.
Josie, Val, and Melody sighed as Myles walked over to you. “This is how you do it,” he told you. He nudged you out of the way and you watched as he played your part with ease. You looked up at Josie who seemed just as embarrassed as you. “Got it?” Myles asked. He was incredibly annoyed.
“I think so,” you said quietly.
“That’s not good enough,” he told you. “You have to be able to do it. If you can’t, maybe you shouldn’t be a Pussycat.”
The thought of you not being a Pussycat anymore crushed you. You worked so hard to learn how to play keyboard just so you could be a part of Josie’s group. You admired them and thought they were the epitome of cool, so when Josie asked you to play with them, it was like a dream come true. You were a damn good keyboardist but not good enough for Myles.
Josie put her hand on her hip as she looked at you. “Just try again, okay?” She was annoyed, just like her father.
“From the top,” Myles said as he sat down in his chair and watched you with judging eyes.
Your hands were shaking as Melody counted off with her drumsticks. Finally it was time for you to play but you choked. You were so nervous in front of Myles, an accomplished musician, that you completely forgot how to play.
“What the hell?” Val asked, setting her tambourine down.
“I’m sorry,” you said as you grabbed your things and left the room. You couldn’t handle the pressure anymore. You had to leave.
You sat on the steps leading up to school, playing with the cat ears in your hands. You felt so embarrassed and so ashamed that you couldn’t play right in front of Myles. He was so intimidating and didn’t like that Josie added another member to the Pussycats. But at one point you were really good and she liked your talent. Now you knew what was coming.
Authors Note: I think everyone knows how I feel about a Tom Hardy gif but this particular one made me think the very thoughts that you are about to read. NSFW but also not too unsafe. I hope you enjoy! XOXO
Trigger Warning: Smut, Profanity, Slight fluff
“Come on then! No need to bang away knowing that I told you to get in here,” he yelled at the door.
I opened it slowly. Expecting to see him in a rather foul mood. I had already pissed him off by showing up late earlier and now I fucked up his scheduling for his auditions. It wasn’t technically my fault. While I was taking the notes, he was taking all of me in.
To him, she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people,
that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones,
why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils,
why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter.
He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character,
but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.
“To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.” ― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
I edited this little thing together (I DON’T OWN THESE) to give you a little idea of the waltz and I based it off this piece (once upon a December from Anastasia on piano and violin). I quite like this, maybe gonna do a little extension of this - what do you guys think?
“The Yule Ball, my friends. That’s how I will do it.” James exclaimed, throwing tickets down onto the table. "
“Do what?” you laughed reaching for one of the tickets after the others had scrambled for one.
“Make Lily fall in love with me,” he smirked as Lily just laughed from next to you
“You wish Potter” she smirked. Everyone knew she already loved him but she liked to tease.
“Are you guys kidding? How are we supposed to pick one girl?” Sirius exclaimed with a little smirk.
You rolled your eyes, smacking Sirius round the back of the head. “You’re so obnoxious, Sirius,” you muttered. Remus chuckled earning a swift kick to the shin from him.
“You are just jealous.” Sirius said shrugging his shoulders, rubbing it a little where you had hit him.
“I hate you.” you chuckled, shaking your head at him half-heartedly.
You were certainly one of them, from the very beginning , Lily had pulled you into social activities and she had introduced you to her best friends, and since then you had remained together.
“Who do you want to go with, (y/n)?” James inquires, looking over at you.
Quite honestly, you didn’t have a clue. You spent all of your time with these idiots and Lily so you didn’t really know anyone outside of your little comfort bubble. “I don’t really know. I don’t know many boys outside of you guys” you laughed a little awkwardly.
“We’ll all go platonically then” Lily smiled and James did a double take a little,
“fineeeee” he moaned
“And then Sirius won’t have to pick over the many girls I am sure will be fighting over a place on his arm” Remus laughed once again earning a swift kick but not caring.
Your nerves were not something you had anticipated. You were going with friends who had seen you at your worst and sill didn’t care so why were your worried - you had no one to impress.
“(y/n), I am going to head down okay? Unless you want me to stay?” Lily had been sat with you on the bedroom floor, the two of you all dolled up as she calmed you down a little after the other girls had left your dorm.
“No I am okay I will be down in a little bit, I promise” you smiled a thank you and she stood, smoothing her dress down and leaving her heels clicking on the stone steps. You could hear the boy’s wolf whistling at her and her shouting profanities at them laughing.
“Where’s (y/n), James’ voice drifted up
"She’ll be down in a little while. Finishing touches and fashionably late and all that.” You were thankful she didn’t really explain why you were a little late. “Come on, she’ll join us at the doors.” you heard their noise die down and you stood, moving to the mirror and looking yourself over. The red ball gown you wore poofed out quite a bit making you giggle like a little girl as you twirled a little. You looked so elegant, your hair pulled up to look a little shorter and your make up done perfectly as if done by a professional. Taking five deep breaths you left your own heels clicking over the cold stone now. Feigning confidence, you turned to go down the stairs, looking down at your feet with a small smile. You looked up as you reached the bottom to find most people’s eyes on you.
“my god…” Remus breathed looking you up and down with a smirk.
James actually tore his eyes away from Lily for a moment and smiled and Sirius just looked at you. No smile, no snarky comment. It was shock. He was dressed beautifully in a long gray jacket, waistcoat and lose tie but he still looked so refined. He looked wonderful. You all kind of stayed stuck there, you and Sirius not taking your eyes off each others.
“We should go in the first waltz will be starting in a moment, I want to see who starts it all off” Lily interrupted the others silence and dragged them in, sensing the tension between you and the debonair Black. Sirius looked away a little as they left and you closed the gap so you were standing before him.
“Can you dance?” he asked quickly, turning back to look down at you again, “I was taught when I was younger.”
“I know the basics” you replied, “Why do you ask?”
He reached for your hand pulling it softly into his and encouraged you to walk slowly beside him, hand in his into the hall. People cleared you way making a pathway through, everyone’s eyes fixed on you and Sirius as he led you forward not taking his eyes off you. A waltz began to play. The first waltz. He guided you to the center of the floor and placed his hand carefully on your waist, the other help your hand up as you rested your hand on his shoulder. His eyes still never left yours and you became completely unaware of the hundreds of students and teachers watching you. He spun you in his arms, turning you elegantly and carefully. You never imagined Sirius to be so graceful as he turned you and spun you out, still paying all his attention to you. The two of you danced as if it had been rehearsed millions of times before. Just as the music was about to climax, Sirius mumbled so only you could hear,
“I picked my one girl”
The music flowed more powerfully, allowing you to rise and fall easily together, twirling, your legs entwining gracefully pulling you across the floor. You teased, getting so close you could feel his breath fan your cheeks, you could easily kiss him but you were too caught up in the dance, gliding as he turned you lifting you slightly. His strong arms held you perfectly as you stepped away slightly but he pulled you back in as the music drew to a close.
You stayed looking at each other for a few moments, silence filled the room. Slow claps came from Dumbledore and the entire hall erupted but still you stayed just as close, eyes locked. Sirius leaned a tiny bit forward as if to kiss you but pulled away a cheeky smile forming on his face holding your hand out and bowing, making you curtsey. As you rose your eyes found your friends all of them with smug but surprised smiles on their faces, all of them cheering loudest. You were about to walk from the floor when another dance started, Sirius began to lead and you were rather relieved that the teachers and other students had joined in because the realisation that you had just been swept off your feet in front of the entire school and guests by Sirius Black had set in and your legs were shaking a little. You had looked at Sirius every day of every week but never had the two of you looked at each other like you had now.
“You dance well” they were his firsts words since outside the hall.
“I had a good lead” you tried to be normal but even you could tell he heard a slight falter in your voice.
“Come, let’s get you a drink,” he effortlessly danced his way through the crowd and lead you off the floor, no one even noticing the two of you had slipped off. Even away from the crowd you felt enclosed suddenly, hot and not really breathing right,
“(y/n)? What’s wrong?” Sirius handed you a drink and reached for your arm to support you,
“I just need a little air” you murmured and walked away from him and straight out the door onto the balcony, your silhouette hidden by the curtain. Nothing hurt, in fact, everything seemed to be buzzing; your head, your hands, your waist where he had held you and your heart - all buzzing at once. Not once could you get the imprinted image of his beautiful passionate eyes out of your head, the eyes you had looked at so many times before seemed different but the same and his hands; you had touched hands so many times passing each other things but never had a subtle spark as exciting as that ever crossed between you.
The sound of music suddenly became muffled and you turned to find the very eyes that enchanted you once again. Sirius had closed the balcony doors behind him, giving the two of you privacy for the first time in a very long time, even as friends the marauders were normally not far away. There was a tension between you that was different than before.
“I have a feeling we both have similar feelings right now” he speculated,
“What do you mean?” surely he didn’t feel this too.
“The buzzing feeling everywhere we touched. The way I so desperately wanted to lean down and close that tiny gap that seemed too big, how I wanted to never let that dance end” Sirius suddenly wasn’t as calm as he had appeared while dancing he was gradually getting quieter and the pleading in his eyes for reassurance on these things grew with every word.
“Yes.” That was the only word you could manage. Sirius stepped forward as if he was about to begin the waltz all over again, his hands finding your hips but this time, he closed that gap. His lips found yours as he pulled you against him firmly as if every part of his body had to be touching yours just to breathe. Your hands rested on his face feeling the very slight stubble never wanting to pull away. Sirius’ lips were gentle and moved so softly but the need to breath became overwhelming, and you both seemed to move away.
“I will never need to choose between girls again” he breathed, “Honestly though I never wanted to pick anyone but you”
“I love you, Sirius Black.” He looked down to you, retracting to his full height a little and took both of your small hands in his larger ones and turned them, slipping his fingers between yours.
Summary: Killian and the Swan come to an agreement.
an: Listen up folks, Catie has SUCCESSFULLY beaten the curse of dropping WIP’s the moment she misses a made up deadline. I DID THE THING.
Neverending thanks to @nowforruin for listening to me bitch about this thing, helping me wrangle it, and looking it over for all the details I always miss, and for threatening to fly out and bribe me with Sephora. I’m telling you all this so that everyone else knows who to go yell at when I take forever on a chapter again.
Wind whips through his hair as he kicks his heels into the stone wall below him, leaning against a break in the parapet while he takes another long pull from the bottle of rum in his hand. It is dangerous, attempting to blind himself with drink while perched against the battlements, and if he’d seen a crewman doing such a thing in the crowsnest he’d have had the bosun discipline him appropriately. But in the time he’s been here much of his previous self has been etched away, bit by bit, and so he drinks, and stares into the forest below, and wonders idly with every sip of rum exactly how high the fall would be.
He’d left Regina and Emma to their squabbles hours ago, Liam’s name echoing in his ears, and while he’d meant to tear apart his study in search of any damned spell that might allow him to reach his brother, his desperate hunt had only ended in frustration and anger, his magic coursing through him in crashing waves, hurling him about. He’d conjured up the bottle of rum to help calm himself, somewhere around dinner time, but he’d lost all focus he might have had for spellwork and had instead made his way out onto the ramparts, climbed up the side of a parapet, and continued drinking until the bottle was empty.