i'll never listen to this song again without thinking about them

angsty starters ( + sad qoutes / song lyrics. )
  • "I love you enough to let you go,"
  • "I heard you moved on,"
  • "I didn't come here to hurt you,"
  • "Where did you go?"
  • "I'm sorry we fell in love."
  • "We'll do everything on our own."
  • "I'm so sorry,"
  • "You'll never understand."
  • "Please don't go,"
  • "I still love you,"
  • "I don't love you anymore."
  • "I never loved you,"
  • "I can't do this."
  • "We can't be together!"
  • "Will I ever see you again?"
  • "May we meet again,"
  • "I promise I'll do better,"
  • "I just want to see you, one more time."
  • "I'd give anything to see you one more time."
  • "One last time?"
  • "I don't deserve you,"
  • "You don't deserve me,"
  • "People like us don't get happy endings,"
  • "You still love me?"
  • "I never meant to hurt you,"
  • "I understand..."
  • "If you want to go, it's okay."
  • "I gave up everything for you!"
  • "I really need you to trust me,"
  • "Can you listen to me for once!"
  • "I cheated on you,"
  • "You cheated on me?"
  • "Don't expect me to come crawling back,"
  • "Shame on me, you fooled me twice."
  • "You said I wasn't just like anyone."
  • "Did I even ever cross your mind?"
  • "Can we pretend that we're in love?"
  • "I can't lose you,"
  • "Please go,"
  • "Don't you dare die on me!"
  • "I'm not losing you again!"
  • "I'm incomplete without you,"
  • "I will love you for the rest of my life,"
  • "So this is goodbye?"
  • "Kiss me goodbye."
  • "I loved them and they died."
  • "I was a bet?"
  • "You were nothing but a bet."
  • "Can you hold me?"
  • "I loved and I lost you."
  • "It's okay,"
  • "The worst day of loving someone is when you lose them."
  • "It hurts like hell,"
  • "I'm not coming back."
  • "You're never coming back?"
  • "What do you mean you're dying!"
  • "Come back to me,"
  • "What happened?!"
  • "They're dead!"
  • "Where's my love,"
  • "Don't do this,"
  • "I'll see you again."
  • "There's nothing we can do to bring them back."
  • "I don't want to be alone anymore,"
  • "You promised you'd never leave me."
  • "First love, you remember what that's like?"
  • "If I don't have you I have nothing at all,"
  • "I'm not going to fight you,"
  • "You're my friend."
  • "It's too late to apologize."
  • "You left me!"
  • "You left us!"
  • "You chose them over me,"
  • "I need you,"
  • "I was hoping that you'd stay."
  • "I never lied to you,"
  • "You said you might die so what the hell?"
  • "It's a bad joke,"
  • "We can never be the same again,"
  • "You don't need you,"
  • "You're not alone."
  • "You broke my heart."
  • "It made me think of you."
  • "You're my world."
  • "Do I wanna know?"
  • "So sad to see you go,"
  • "This is it, isn't it."
  • "Now I just sit in silence."
  • "Are you okay?"
  • "Are you hurt?"
  • "I'll go with you."
  • "How bad is it?"
  • "My feelings for you are real, they always have been."
  • "Someday you'll understand."
  • "Because I love you,"
  • "There was just something about them,"
  • "I'm sorry for breaking your heart."
  • "It wasn't an act."
  • "Time doesn't heal everything."
  • "This is your fault!"
  • "Tell me what to do!"
  • "I didn't mean for this to happen."
  • "Everythings a mess."
  • "You ruined my life,"
  • "Do you still love me?"
  • "You gotta get up, we have to go."
  • "It's okay,"
  • "It was nothing,"
  • "I'll do something."
  • "You're safe here,"
  • "Don't forget me."
  • "I ruined this,"
  • "You ruined this."
  • "Quiet is violent."
  • "You promised me!"
  • "Stop lying with those words."
  • "If this is some kind of sick joke, you better tell me!"
  • "You're all I have!"
  • "I'm not ready to say goodbye."
  • "I don't want to go,"
  • "I loved you,"
  • "You don't have to do this,"
  • "I'm afraid it's never going to be okay again."
  • "I'm terrified,"
  • "You're a monster."
  • "You're all I have!"
  • "I'm a monster."
  • "Only fools fall for you,"
  • "Everything comes to an end,"
  • "I thought I loved you."
  • "Now I just sit in silence."
  • "It's unbearable."
  • "You're my first love."
  • "I never wanted to hurt you,"
  • "I was here,"
  • "Help me,"
  • "They won..."
  • "You don't love them."
  • "You're breaking my heart,"
  • "I hate you!"
  • "It's a waste of time,"
  • "You're all I want."
  • "I've always loved you!"
  • "I can pretend anymore."
  • "i didn't have a choice!"
  • "What if it's agony now and it's hell later on?"
  • "Love I will let you go,"
  • "I left behind something great."
  • "I want you back,"
  • "I don't regret any of it, not if it kept you safe."
  • "Get over yourself,"
  • "You'll be the death of me."
  • "Everything just fell apart."
  • "What the hell am I doing here?"
  • "I want you so much but I hate your guts."
  • "I found love where it wasn't supposed to be."
  • "You still like them, don't you?"
  • "What are you doing?!"
  • "I did this to protect you!"
  • "Don't cry,"
  • "I'm not crying,"
  • "I'm dying,"
  • "A-Are you alright?"
  • "I'll come back for you."
  • "I've never felt so alone."
  • "You don't love me! You don't even know me!"
  • "I don't even know who you are anymore."
  • "I don't even know who I am anymore,"
  • "Please let me do this for you."
  • "You're one of the lucky ones."
  • "It's never going to be okay."
Some words you won’t unhear, I can’t go back to the person that I was before I hurt you and things will be slightly different between us.

So please, if you’re reading or listening to the songs of the trees and the birds, know that just like early morning– you’re the very definition of home to me, somewhere lost between the morning daze and the highlight gaze
you sang to me.

So please, if you’re never going to forgive me properly at least tell me that what we had was once real and if you could just know that I write these words not as another apology, but as a means that I still think about you when the sun goes down and the moon arrives with another poem to write.

So please, if you’re with someone else some day, just try to forget about the emotional abuse that I put you through, I don’t really know myself, so of course I was going to fuck things up between us, you always were the softer parts of me, the way your lips liked to say my name as we’re arguing with a how could you to amplify the anger that won’t subside with a simple goodbye or a slam at the door.

So please, if you’re alone and drunk, just know that I’m probably doing the same thing. We won’t call and we won’t text, two strangers with a hunger for one another, but we won’t ever meet again and I love you seems to be ripped from page to page, but you’re still my favorite kind of regret. I’m so sorry that we had to end up like this.

So please, I know that we’re still together, but if you ever want out just read these words and take them with you. To the highest mountains, you can burn this letter and let our apologies scatter all over the forest floor. To the bottom of the ocean, I’ll play you the saddest song and I’ll call it blue. I’ll name your eye colors after my favorite thing, I’ll name our love after our favorite song, I’ll name these scars without a blame, I hope that one day we’ll love with the lightness that was us, and if we don’t, and if I don’t and if you don’t remember us, that’s okay. I can live with this, I have to live with this.

So please, if you pick up this letter while I’m sleeping right next to you and you’re reading it with the lights dimmed down just so that I won’t wake up, don’t go through the drawers because there will be more where this came from, I leave letters everywhere for you, one for every mood, maybe you’ll find them all some day, you’ve always been the collector type, collect these unhappy days, but always pride yourself on keeping our happy days. The sun will be up in a few minutes, go make some coffee and pretend that you never read this letter. Put it back. Place my favorite book on top of it, pretend that you didn’t know about those scattered letters, pretend that you don’t know my true intentions, pretend that it doesn’t hurt, pretend that we’re going to make it through this, because I promise, I’ll be doing the same and if you bring it up–

why baby, I didn’t write a thing.
you’re just in a dream,
just like how we were
when we first met
and shared that
first kiss and getting
the same tattoo
on the same heart
that said



how did we end up like this?
—  so please, a letter you’ll promise that you didn’t touch, a letter that you’ll swear you didn’t know existed, and if you did happen to find it while we’re happy, it never happened, burn it.
Goodnight Kiss- Rafael Barba Imagine

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader

Word Count: 876

A/N: I really love flustered Barba, so please enjoy! This is also a musing that I’ve had for a while, mostly because I associated Barba with the song, “Wonderful Tonight” by Eric Clapton, so strongly. Anyways, requests are closed! I have a few to finish up, then I will open them up again. Thanks! x

*****

You started working at SVU seven months ago, and in those months, you seemed to be the only one to crack the “Barba Code.” Rafael Barba was a mystery in and of himself and getting close to him proved to be a challenge. Luckily, it’s been worth it.

Your relationship with Barba was truly one of a kind. He was your best friend and you were his. It didn’t start off that way, though. There was a lot of animosity in the beginning.

You were the forensic psychologist assigned to the team, and let’s just say tension was at an all-time high. Everyone was afraid that you were going to profile them and ruin their careers. Obviously, you were just there to offer a different perspective and fit right in after a few days.

It took a lot more convincing from Barba. You knew he had a bit of a troubled past; an abusive father was just the beginning. His trust took a lot longer to win, but when you did, it was yours forever.

Barba had called you into his office for some trial prep. You were the expert on the case, so he wanted to double-check that everything was airtight. As always, it was. You dodged his mock cross questions like a pro.

After what seemed like a lifetime, you finally finished. Before you could leave, Barba stopped you.

“Y/N, wait,” he called out, as you headed toward the courthouse steps.

You spun on your heels, turning to a quite flustered Barba.

“What’s wrong?”

“Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to attend a charity event with me tonight? It’s for the DA’s office, so I know it’s not very appealing, but,”

“Yes, Rafael, I’d love to! Send me the details? I have to go shopping now,” you chuckled, heading toward you taxi. You blew Barba a kiss, taking full advantage of his flustered state.

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anonymous asked:

A little nervous to ask ya love haha ,, but I guess I'll request a blurb: idk if this is a weird one but imagine one of the boys wanting to cheer you up because you feel down so he just decides to pull out the big guns and tickle you ?? 😂😍

okkk can you please write a thingy about pouting. with harry. daddy kink. do ur damage

i decided to combine these two requests i hope everyone is okay with that oops also issa blurb night/day/whenever i get to it so request please!!

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I'll Be Ok, I Think

REQUEST: Hey if youbdo requests for songs than could you do a buckyxreader with the song Dancing On My Own by Calum Scott? Thanks!

Words: 773

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, language

As soon as I saw this request I just had to do it! I love that song so much! It’s loosely based off it. Thank you for the request! <3 Emma Xx

Link to the song here (I recommend you listen to it whilst you read)

As promised: @hollycornish   

Originally posted by little--batman

In he walked again, his arm around her shoulder, a beaming smile plastered across his face.

Every goddamn day.

She was so beautiful, so elegant. You would give anything to just be her for a day. Live life with Bucky Barnes, if only for an hour.

“Hey,” a voice came from behind you, Steve.

“Oh uh… hey” you replied, tearing away your glare at Bucky and his new girl. Instantly, Steve’s face softened up as his read your face.

Steve didn’t exactly know your feelings towards him, but he had almost surely guessed at it. Being the gentleman he is, he swore to himself he wouldn’t interfere; but now, when you felt like almost breaking down and giving up, he wasn’t so sure.

“You need to talk?” asked Steve, blunt yet knowingly. Steve is loving, and caring but you could never overcome the fact he was Bucky’s best friend. Instantly, your eyes drifted back to Bucky, him sitting with the girl on his lap, all too pretty and perfect.

“C’mon,” coaxed Steve, taking you by the hand and leading you out to the back of the mansion. The whole mansion was so completely lost to the Avengers, only the truly secluded areas ever made it out to still be earth.

                                                               ***

“Hey, what’s going on?” asked Steve, sitting next to you on the oak bench. Glancing back down to your hands briefly, you sighed deeply in admittance.

“She’s beautiful…” you muttered, glancing to the left of you. Eye contact made you uncomfortable; an old habit you would say.

Casually, Steve sighed as he began: “Bucky, huh?”

“I don’t… what?” you stuttered, glaring at Steve, shuffling around uncomfortably in your seat.

“She’s beautiful because she’s Bucky’s. Or am I wrong?” questioned Steve, glancing up to you, a shininess in his eyes.

What could you say? It seemed you were an open book and Steve had easily read you. And then you worried about Bucky. Had he noticed?

You glaring down at your fingers as you tried to busy yourself away from Steve’s glare. You didn’t want to talk; there was nothing left to say.

“You love who you love… sucks,” stated Steve, pulling his soppiest eyes towards you. “I can’t change how you feel but if you ever need me, I’ll be here.” He assured, easing off the bench, waiting for you to follow suit.

“I’ll be good,”

                                                          ***

The run up to dinner had been horrendous as everyone had been busy out training or had returned home from missions. Natasha, Sam and Clint had only just bundled through the door as they collapsed into their seats, Natasha dishing all the latest news. You glanced around the table, noticing three seats spare. Shrugging off the worry, you dug into your food, chatting loudly with Natasha and Wanda.

“Sorry guys, had to get the lovebirds out of bed!” laughed Steve, ushering Bucky and his girlfriend, Cameron as you had found out, through the door and to their seats. Nudging Steve underneath the table, he got the hint to sit himself opposite, saving yourself from the awkwardness.

After a good ten minutes, everyone had started to die down from their separate conversations and began to mingle as a group, which you dreaded.

“How was Y/N in training today, without me?” laughed Bucky, looking over to Steve. Instantly, you lifted your head, ready to hear Steve’s reaction.

“Oh… uh it was good. I think I go a bit easier on her than you do, but it went well. Some good intervals! What do you think, Y/N?” asked Steve.

“It was good,” you answered, quickly, trying to distract yourself with Wanda.

“Cameron will have to join in one day, see what you’re missing out on!” chuckled Bucky, placing his hand on her leg. She giggled shyly, glaring up at you before carrying on with her meal.

Throwing a glare at Steve and Natasha, both who knew about your feelings, you eased off the table escaping to the back room.

And then the feelings took over.

                                                      ***

“Y/N? You ok in there?” called Natasha and Steve, both of them clearly knowing the problem.

“What do you think,” you snapped, scrunching up your sleeve as you wiping away the burning tears. Bucky didn’t love you. He loved her.

Natasha burst through the door with ease, Steve hot on her heels. “Shit, Y/N,” she gasped, hurrying over to you, hunched up in the corner. “You’ve got to let go. This is breaking you from the inside out and if you don’t stop it, it will stop you,” she stated, her voice soft and understanding.

“You know, I think it already has…”

mettabab  asked:

idk how many asks you get about sportacus with anxiety or claustrophobia, but i imagine robbie knowing what to in a situation like that.

I touch on claustrophobic Sportacus in my fic “Saying It First” on ao3, which, if I may toot my own horn, I highly recommend :D 

Let’s try anxiety Sportacus!

The Mayor had called a full town meeting. A meeting of this scale had not happened since Sportacus had come to Lazytown. Every parent, uncle, aunt, and grandparent had turned up. People Sportacus had never met were shaking his hand and thanking him for all his work in Lazytown. The room in town hall was quickly filling up and Sportacus was beginning to get overwhelmed. Sometimes he would see Stephanie or one of the other kids in the crowd and try to make his way over, but someone always stopped him; either by striking up conversation or just running into him by accident. 

Sportacus was finding it hard to breathe. He tried to find a secluded corner to calm down but someone slammed into him from behind and he ended up hitting his head against the wall instead. He wrapped his arms around himself, determined not to let anyone else touch him. When would the Mayor start the meeting? When would he be allowed to leave?! 

Someone grabbed his shoulder and Sportacus flinched violently. 

“Sportaflop?”

Instant relief coursed through Sportacus and he turned to face Robbie. Without thinking, he latched onto Robbie, buried his face in the crook of his neck, and tried to remember how to breathe again. He fully expected to be thrown off and honestly, the familiarity of the act might have gone a long way to keeping Sportacus grounded. 

Instead, Robbie let him collect himself for a few moments before pushing him gently away and grabbing his hand. “Come with me,” he grumbled. He pulled Sportacus behind him and pushed his way through the crowd. Maybe it was because he was with Robbie but no one approached Sportacus as the left. 

Once they were outside, Robbie led Sportacus away from the building. They walked, still hand in hand. Sportacus kept breathing, relishing the fresh air and space. Robbie was humming a song Sportacus didn’t know, but the melody was soothing and happy. A pleasant distraction from the events inside. Neither spoke for a while.

“See why I live as far away from town as possible?” Robbie said at last, nodding his head back towards the fading town hall. 

Sportacus gave a weak chuckle, “See why I live alone in the sky?”

Robbie squeezed his hand, “I thought that was a hero thing.”

“Well I thought living underground was just a villain thing so we’re even,” Sportacus took a deep breath, “Should we go back?”

“No.”

I probably should. They will be expecting me.”

“Too bad for them,” Robbie pulled Sportacus closer so their shoulders bumped as they walked, “I’ve captured you. You’re not going back.”

Sportacus smirked, “You truly are a villainous villain.”

“Born and raised.”

Prompts list

What’s this??? Your girl is doing PROMPTS!? 

So I’ve been wanting to do prompts for a while. So yes, send me a number and ship and I’ll write something based on it. I’ll only do the following ships: Flintwood, Deamus, Wolfstar, Scorbus, Alicia x Katie, Lavender x Parvati, Terrance x Adrian, Hannah x Susan, Linny, Pansy x Millicent, Romione, Tonks x Fleur, Pansy x Hermione, Drarry

  1. “I cannot stand you”
  2. “You’re freezing”
  3. “Never would’ve guessed”
  4. “Are you okay?”
  5. “I won’t leave without you”
  6. “I promise it’ll be okay”
  7. “Don’t worry about them”
  8. “Who cares what they think?”
  9. “We need to tell them”
  10. “I’ve loved you for years”
  11. “You are all I need”
  12. “Get your hands off of him/her”
  13. “I don’t want to fight anymore”
  14. “How long have you felt like this?”
  15. “Please take a break”
  16. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me”
  17. “I miss you”
  18. “I still love you”
  19. “I never forgot”
  20. “You’re pretty good at that”
  21. “I don’t want to speak to you again”
  22. “Please don’t keep secrets from me”
  23. “I should’ve told you”
  24. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
  25. “Do you need help with that?”
  26. “Where did that come from?”
  27. “Are we really doing this now?”
  28. “Call me if you need anything”
  29. “Why did I wait?”
  30. “Can you please stop listening to that song?”
  31. “Why did you do that?”
  32. “How long?”
  33. “You’re going down”
  34. “You look amazing”
  35. “I knew all along”
  36. “You’re so stubborn”
  37. “Lie down”
Music Au!

Harry Hart was once a famous virtuoso violinist, but in recent years he’s stopped playing all together and only writes and conducts music. People beg for his return in vain.

Eggsy Unwin is an up-and-coming pianist who auditions to join the orchestra at the opera house where Harry works. He goes after Charlie Hesketh, a rich and well-connected but bland and uninspiring musician, who Opera owner Chester King hires on the spot. Eggsy climbs up onto the stage and plays beautifully, far better than Charlie - and is told they’ll be in touch.

Outraged and hurt that they would reject him for his status, Eggsy calls them out on their posh arseholery. He doesn’t realize Harry is there until he interrupts.

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I’ll Make an Exception

A/N: A request from @summerinavonlea for a Derek x Reader where the reader is really into that retro swing look (think Candyman by Christina Aguilera). One night, she invites the team out to a bar she goes to because they have theme nights and they’re doing swing dancing that night. Normally, shy and reserved, the team is surprised to find she’s a really good dancer. Both she and Derek like each other but have never said as much. When guy after guy asks the reader to dance, Morgan gets a little jealous. Many members of the team dance with her throughout the night, including Morgan. @coveofmemories

P.S. Here’s the dress and shoes I pictured!

                                                              —–

“Okay, I have to ask,” Garcia said, walking out of her office after a long day cramped up in her tiny, but terrific office filled with computer screens. Y/N had been working at the BAU for nearly a year, and every single Friday they were home, she had a separate bag from her go-bag. No one had any idea what was in it, and until now, no one had ever asked. 

Y/N turned around, realizing that the statement had been for her. “Have to ask what?” She smiled, her red lipstick perfectly reapplied after an entire day of downing cup after cup of coffee. For months now, Derek had had a hard time keeping his feelings for Y/N off of his face. She was his opposite, shy and unassuming, but she was also vastly intelligent, kind and funny. They were just such opposites, he always imagined she’d be more into Reid than him. Garcia looked at her bag and motioned toward it. “Oh this? Well, any time we’re home on a Friday, I like to go to this bar downtown, Harbor Q. They have dancing and drinks, and they do theme nights.” She started to blush; she hadn’t intended to admit how much she enjoyed the themed dancing they offered, but she had been working with them for a year. 

“Tonight’s theme is swing dancing,” she finished, looking quickly around the room at her friends. “If anyone wants to come, I’d love it. I’m sure you’d all have fun.” Immediately, Rossi and Hotch said they were in. Given that they were the oldest on the team, they had an appreciation for that kind of music even more so than the rest of the team. Garcia quickly said she wouldn’t miss it and darted out of the BAU to go get changed into a theme-ready outfit. After JJ found a babysitter for Henry, she said that she and Will would absolutely be there, and soon after, Emily, Spencer and Derek agreed as well. Derek wasn’t really the swing dancing type of guy, but he didn’t want to miss a chance to see Y/N out of the office doing something she loved. He imagined she’d be even more beautiful than normal.

“Cool, I’ll see you all in a little while. I have an outfit in here so I’ll get changed there.” With that, she left, thinking about the adorable outfit she’d change into once she got to Harbor Q.

                                                             —-

Within an hour and a half, the team managed to assemble themselves and make their way to Harbor Q. Y/N had texted them to say she was already inside. When they walked in, Derek nearly stopped in his tracks, causing Garcia to walk into his back. “Just ask her out, Hot Chocolate,” she laughed. “I’ve never seen the Derek Morgan have it so bad for someone and not say anything about it.”

Just ahead of him, Y/N was dancing with someone he didn’t know, dressed in a red, swing-style dress with black and white polka dots on the top and bottom. Her shoes were black and white too, and her hair was pinned up. “Wow, you have it bad Baby Boy,” Garcia laughed, waving toward Y/N as she caught her eye. “Ask her out. She’s single. I’ve asked.”

“I might just have to,” he said in a daze, unable to take his eyes off her. He’d been dancing (pun intended) around his feelings for too long. “But right now I just want to watch her dance. She’s actually really good.” She was great at basically everything, so he wasn’t sure why he was so surprised. It was probably because she was exceptionally shy inside the office. Here though, here she seemed like she was in her element. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say she wasn’t the same person. In the office, she was shy and reserved, here she was animated, her smile as wide as the sea as she twirled around in the hands of her partner.

Minutes later, the song concluded and she walked over to the team. “Hey guys,” she said sweetly. “I’m glad you came.”

“We wouldn’t miss seeing you dance like that,” Emily said as she pointed toward the dance floor. She was stunned, as were they all.

Everyone stared at her in awe. It was unlike the woman they knew. “Where did you learn to dance like that?” Reid asked.

“Well, my grandmother was always really into this type of music, and then she bought me a pair of shoes like this,” she said, turning her ankles toward them. “At that point, I started listening to swing music all the time, and when I got a little older, I asked my parents if I could take classes. Throughout high school and college, I did it all the time, until the very end when work, school and dancing became too much, but I still do it as often as I can.”

Rossi especially loved this kind of music. He was a little more into smooth jazz, but he appreciated the carefree nature of swing music. “You’re exceptionally good at it,” he said. “Is everyone here trained?”

“No,” she laughed. “That’s Connor.” She pointed to the dance partner they’d seen as they walked in. “He is, but most others aren’t.”

“Well then,” Rossi said, straightening his jacket and making his way up to Y/N with his hand extended, “I won’t feel bad asking for a dance. You have to teach me how you’re so light on your feet.”

A pang of jealousy rang through Derek’s stomach as Y/N took his hand and ushered Rossi, JJ and Will, and Reid and Emily onto the dance floor. Apparently, she was going to try and teach them as well. Why was he jealous? God, he really needed to just take Garcia’s advice and ask Y/N out. It was killing him to sit idly by as she flitted around with everyone else, even his own teammates - though he had no reason to be jealous of them.

He couldn’t help but laugh when Rossi started tripping on his own two feet though. Rossi may have claimed to be a smooth-talking Italian, but he undeniably had two left feet. Derek was about to go ask Y/N for a dance when the song ended and she switched partners with Emily. Now, she was attempting to teach Reid how to dance, and surprisingly enough, he had an easier time than Rossi. 

Garcia had been floating between the bar, where a very handsome gentleman was making a movie (to which she was very receptive considering she’d just broken up with Kevin), the dance floor, and Derek’s table. “Are you sure she’s single?” he asked as she approached him with his drink. “She looks like she’s into Reid.”

“No,” she said firmly. “She loves Reid, but it’s more of a best friend kind of love. She’s actually been trying to set him up with one of her good friends from outside the office. Ask. Her. Out.” Again, he was about to get up as the song concluded, but she pulled Hotch from nearby and made him dance with her. Rossi was catching on quickly, dancing circles around Reid who was now tripping over his clumsy feet. 

Nearly 45 minutes went by, with Y/N switching between members of the team, including the ladies, and other men in the bar. Every time Derek wanted to go ask her to dance with him, she’d go to someone else without giving him enough time to even move from his table. Alright Derek, he said to himself. Get up. 

“It’s about time you showed up out here,” Y/N said with a smile when Derek finally made his way to the dance floor. “I have to know if the incomparable Derek Morgan is as light on his feet as I think he is.” She grabbed his hand and twirled into him. Without missing a beat, he gathered her by the waist and started moving his feet in time with hers, catching on much more quickly than any of his friends. 

“Since when does my sexy Chocolate Thunder know how to swing dance,” Garcia asked, reaching her hand toward him. Playfully, Y/N slapped it away.

“He’s mine now, Garcia!” Everyone paired up again, except Rossi and Garcia, who paired off with people they met there. “I’m glad you came.” Although it had taken over an hour to get a dance with her, Derek was glad he’d come too. Now to actually say something and not draw the attention of his teammates. 

“Me too,” he said, placing his hand on the small of her back. “You look beautiful by the way.” Red really was her color. It made her eyes pop. “And I had absolutely zero idea you were as talented a dance as you are an agent.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Derek,” she winked, her tongue pushed up agains the roof of her mouth. “And thank you. I fancy myself a great agent, so that’s quite the compliment.” 

“Y/N…” he started. “I was wondering if sometime soon, you might want to go out…just the two of us.” When he looked up, he could see Garcia giving him a wink and a thumbs up.

“I’d love that, Derek,” she replied as the music started to slow down, a much more mellow tune blasting its way through the bar. “I was wondering when you might ask me out.” Reid, Emily and Hotch looked on, knowing exactly what was happening, but they paid them no mind.

“Am I allowed to have two dances in a row?” Derek asked cheekily, feeling better now that he’d gotten his feelings off his chest. She’d danced with each member of the team more than once, but never two in a row, so despite an upcoming date, he wasn’t sure if she was going to move on to someone else.

“I normally like to switch it up,” she said, looking up from where her head was leaning against his chest. “But for you, I think I’ll make an exception.”

villevalleviktorvilleveta  asked:

Hello there!~ First off I just wanna thank you for all the wonderful and heartfelt stories/prompts you provide on Tumblr, I always stop to read when I see any of them pop up! A big fan of your work<3 Now I ask if you'd like to write a SonAmy fic based on a song called "Serendipity" by Miriam Bryant. You have complete artistic freedom but throw in some angst... :D If you do Thanks in advance!!! (OK I'll shut Up Now. BLUSHES MADLY)

(x) Song is here (x)

This took some research, but this prompt is based purely on what I saw in my mind’s eye as I listened and read through the lyrics. But I’m going to connect them into a story. I hope you like it~

Also, you’re adorable, I love you much~<3

Prompt:

-Flashback-

“Hurry!”

Back in their younger years… it seemed like a memory. Watching the scene of Sonic frantically running ahead, gripping a young Amy’s hand as she clung onto his.

Her head bobbed at the quick speed while exhaustion sweated down her closed eyes.

“Sonic.. I can’t-!…” she cried out, not able to keep up as they seemed to be desperately fleeing something.

Sonic heard something crash behind them and stopped, turning around with eyes blazing before looking ahead and seeing a robot to the front and back of them.

It rotated it’s gatling gun arm as bullets flew everywhere, splitting the two apart as they went to duck.

The moment became blurry as he saw his hand let go, and his eyes widened when he saw the streak of the bright yellow bullet highlight her eyes and trace by her.

That was too close…

Far too close for comfort…

Growing uneasy and upset, seeing Amy fall down in front of him and turn…

Her eyes squinted in fear; her body trembling…

He clenched his fist and slammed it to the ground, getting up.

“I’ll make you paaay!!!”

He started shredding through the robots, taking the one behind them down just fine, but punching and whiplashing his spin-ball attack back and forth into him. Homing attack’ing and uncurling to stop the ricochet only to spin back into him; giving the Eggbot no time to respond to the pummeling of attacks.

Sonic’s expression was a tight jaw crushed up against his teeth, a deep frown, a profound anger in his eyes…

He was so worried.

What if Amy didn’t want to be around him anymore? Never hanging out again… her moving on…

Leaving for good this time

The possibilities plagued him, he had no idea how to convince her to stay if any of that should occur.

He didn’t want to lose her…

She turned her head in a moment of courage to stare in amazement as she saw the sparks shred through the robot’s middle, metal hide.

He leaned back from the force as it exploded, and Sonic sped through and ran off, grabbing her and rolling on the ground until stopping with his body spread out around her.

He took the brute force of the impact; if any should hit them.

Luckily, he had rolled enough away where the fire didn’t hit him, and the flying pieces of the once intact Eggbot were now scattered over the hillside, but nothing hurt them.

He pulled Amy closer after that, not allowing her to see his face as her own searched the skies but was far inside her mind… 

Safe…

She felt safe…

She didn’t feel afraid anymore.

With him holding her like this… gripping her so close to him…

She held him back, lowering her head and eyes as she embraced him in return.

And at last…

He let go and relaxed.

His mind reassured that for certain… she was safe… and staying by his side.

It was a memory they both couldn’t forget.

It was too close for comfort…

It was a defining moment for both of them…

Amy deciding to stay, even when the danger would be great on her life.

And Sonic… realizing he didn’t… no,… couldn’t lose her.

-Another time-

Sonic walked with a bit of a wobble as he caught his balance on a brighter green hillside, where Amy happily followed after him.

“Destiny?” Sonic turned his head upward, thinking about that. “You mean your silly little cards told you we’d meet someday?” he halfheartedly looked over his shoulder before frowning to concentrate on not falling or rolling down the hill.

With his arms spread out, he almost tumbled and flailed his arms a moment, making Amy giggle as she seemed to carry perfect, and elegant balance.

She confidently strode further up to him as she kept her feet, one in front of the other, perfectly graceful and refined. “The cards don’t lie, silly! Hehe~ Someday, you’re going to respect me! And when you do, we’ll be married!” she lifted a leg up and put her hands together by her cheek, dreaming of that day.

He ‘pfft’d.

                                              “I’d call it Serendipity.”

“What? What’s that word mean?” Amy lowered her foot down and blinked, before putting a finger up to her mouth. “Serendippitiptipty.” she laughed, trying to pronounce it.

“It means a stroke of luck. A chance encounter. Normally… a pleasant one.” he stopped messing around, tapping his foot to the edge before bolting off.

“H-hey!” she reached a hand out to him, “W-wait for me!”

-Today…-

Amy walked while holding her other arm, looking forlornly towards the same hillside… having not changed in so many years…

Sonic was standing there, as if reminiscing himself, before turning to see her, and barely even standing before disappearing without a trace…

She leaned forward, shocked, but moved back as if there was no use trying to call him back, as she looked to the side of her where the wind blew the most…

Later, in the dusk of the day, their silhouettes showed them talking, before Sonic slowly started to crawl forward from where he was, and Amy’s head turned… as if surprised by the sudden action…

They seemed to be talking about… something…

-Flashback: Sonic X references-

Amy leaned against the side of the ship, staring up at a flirty Sonic, faking it for his own purposes and manipulating her into acting strange, but in that moment…

She mumbled, “Am I dreaming?”

Another memory caught hold of her drowning, and Sonic reaching for her before seeing her eyes close and her lose consciousness.

He gripped the charmed bracelet of pink shells, and pulled her to him, before Chris and Tails jumped in to see him holding her close…

They pulled the two out and Sonic gasped for air, before quickly turning to Amy.

“She’s not breath-” Tails couldn’t even finish before he moved him, and leaned down, giving Amy CPR.

The two remained silent as they watched the selfless, impulsive act that was done without even a seconds hesitation.

When Amy started breathing, Sonic pushed the sand away from her and breathed heavily, leaning his head up as Chris and Tails went in to make sure she turned over and coughed out the water.

Sonic then took off.

-End flashback-

Sonic was standing at the same beach… holding the fixed bracelets… and then taking the ones that had crumbled over time and tossing them in the sea.

Some landed by the shore in the sand… before being swept over by the gentle waves and concealed by the rolling sand sinking them farther down into their forever resting place… a hidden memory…

An untold truth that would never need to be a lie…

Sonic’s shoes scuffed the sandy beach again as he turned away, walking off…

Amy looked up from her thoughts and turned from the hillside, holding a hand to her heart, gripping it as if something powerful was pressing on her thoughts…

The wind never ceased to move…

                                                 He called it Serendipity.

                                                  She called it Destiny.

                             But neither was wrong, it was a memory far gone.

                                              But never a lie. No never a lie.

As Amy watched Sonic leave the beach, hiding so he couldn’t see her.

She took one last peek before racing down and digging through the sand, seeing the shells and pieces of them, before her eyes widened; but she turned around to look off after him.

She would never understand what they truly meant.

She wondered how he kept them all this time.

He wondered… how he ever fell for them… staring at the shells still intact on his charm.

He looked to the side.

                                    How’d he fall to Serendipity?

A moment of complete chance, a fleeting second of immortality… Thanks to the memories that won’t fade away. Memories that tell him of yesterdays… where his state of mind changed forever…

Concerning Amy and…

                                         Serendipitous moments…

(I enjoyed this song and this story WAY too much XD I hope you did too, my friend! :Db GREAT Prompt request! ;3 Light angst, is that okay? lol)

an open letter to my first love, whose heart i broke

hi there. these past few days, i’ve been thinking about you a lot and it just urges me to write this (even though i’m not sure what i would even write because there’s no way on earth you would read this). i’m writing this as i listen to Oh Wonder’s Without You, a song that you introduced to me last year, probably several weeks before high school ended. there was no teacher around, the whole class were just lying around on the floor at the back of the class; some were sleeping, some were playing cards, and i remember you so clearly. i can’t remember how we ended up talking together but you pulled up your old Blackberry phone (which has a ton of awesome songs btw) and you let me listen to a few. This song particularly stuck with me until now because i remember that i insisted that it was a song by Of Monsters and Men, but you just laughed because you didn’t know them and you thought i was silly.

to tell you the truth, i’ve let out a lot of tears because of you. but that was all my fault. i fell for you a little too late, and you gave up on me a little too early. i didn’t know what love was, i didn’t understand how i feel and i didn’t want to lead you on. i knew i was going abroad for my studies and i didn’t want to leave you hanging. it’s been a little over a year, and it’s still hard for me to look at the pictures that you post with her. a part of me is incredibly happy because you’ve found someone so good, after all the heartbreaks that you went through, but another part of me wanted to scream out and cry because it could’ve been me but i threw it all away before even touching it. (and now i’m listening to I Miss You by Grey because you posted about this song with her but why do i feel like this song is perfect for my situation?).

it’s been over a month since i came back home and i only have less than three weeks left until i go away again for my studies. i’ve been dreaming of bumping into you just so i could meet you even for a brief second, but fate is being cruel. our houses are probably a minute away but we’ve never bumped into each other. i even took every chances that i could to walk past your house, hoping that you would come out so i could see your face again. it’s so low of me to hope that you would break up with her, but even if you do, deep down i know that there’s absolutely no chance that you would forgive me. i was beyond cruel to you, i didn’t consider your feelings and i kept pushing you away. it broke my heart when we were playing truth of dare in class and someone asked if you ever had feelings for me and you said that you did. that was probably what made me realize that we could’ve have everything, but i ruined it. me. the stupid and heartless me.

it’s been a little over a year, and i still couldn’t get myself to share this burden with a single soul. i almost did, but i couldn’t find the words to. i wouldn’t know where to begin, and the shame. the shame that i did such idiotic thing. it was too much for me to even share this to my closest friend. i just hope that someday, maybe not in the near future but someday, i could finally let go of you and this burden of mine and be genuinely happy for you, and myself. really, i just hope that one day we could bump into each other and just…start over i guess. i’m not even sure if i loved you, but heck i’ve never felt this way for anyone so it might as well as be love. i just hope that someday i could think about you and what we had and don’t feel guilty.

august 10th 2017. 7:59 pm

okay the story I posted yesterday made me think of all the other weird experiences I’ve had at school (I’ve been to 6) so here’s a (rather incomplete) list of all the things I can think of right at this moment

- teacher had a habit of walking on our desks when he read to us (our desks were arranged in a really cool way) and once he stepped on this one kid’s desk (kid wasn’t there that day) and the fucking desk brOKE IN HALF and the teacher (like 7 feet tall and maybe 120lbs) came crashing down to the floor, looked at us, and said “don’t tell anyone how it broke” (grade 4)

- we had an Australian kid who put a “Kangaroo Crossing” sign on his desk and he got kicked out of class (grade 5)

- we were reading The Taming of the Shrew in English and we all had to read as different characters but this one guy was always Katherine and he did this awesome falsetto (grade 9)

- the guy above was also Flute/Thisbe in our drama class’s production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream and once again did the badass falsetto (grade 10)

- I got in trouble for touching the floor (grade 3)

- all the guys in my class were obsessed with Party Rock Anthem and one day they got up in the middle of art class and fucking shuffled out of the room (grade 7)

- we got to put Mentos in different kinds of pop bottles and one of them actually fucking exploded and we all screamed (grade 5)

- we learned that people have necks and you should draw them in pictures or else everything will look weird (grade 1)

- after gym class we were supposed to change and come back to the gym to be dismissed, but the change rooms also exited into the hall so we went out that way after every class and constantly got in trouble (but we never listened) (grades 6, 7, 8, and 9)

- we were in science class and the teacher was eating a piece of chocolate cake (it was some other teacher’s birthday and we all hated him for not sharing) and we weren’t do anything and at one point the principal was out in the hall and the teacher jumps up, runs to the door, snaps his fingers at this one kid and yells “BEN LOOK ALIVE” and Ben had been half-asleep and fucking screamed (grade 7)

- Ryan (you remember him from the other post) stood up to say something and his voice cracked halfway through and he almost passed out (grade 8)

- this girl insisted that her brother’s name was “parachute” (it wasn’t) (grade 4)

- our gym/English teacher was really fucking weird and he brought his guitar to class and sang this song about us: “This is my song about 8C, the class that never stops. All they ever wanna do is talk, talk, talk, talk, talk” (grade 8)

- we went into lockdown because apparently there was a raccoon in the building (grade 6)

- there was a gas leak and we all had to go stand outside in the middle of winter without our coats for like an hour (grade 6)

- wonderful advice from my geography teacher: “Don’t go around giving people fish. Make ‘em get their own” (grade 9)

- my vocal teacher told us about this time she was on a class trip as a supervisor and one of the kids (who was actually my English teacher) had broken her leg so she was in a wheelchair and Mrs. Reese (vocal teacher) had to push her around all day and stopped at one point to look at some flowers (not realizing she had let go of the wheelchair) and heard this fucking scream “MRS. REEEEEESE” because they were on a hill and the wheelchair went FLYING down (no one was hurt) (grade 10)

- we were doing this piece in music class and as we were playing some of us noticed that something was a little off. when we were done the teacher left and we were all trying to figure out what didn’t sound right and Chris (our drummer) sheepishly admitted that he’d lost his sheet music and was just playing from memory (it was like that for the rest of the semester) (grade 9)

So this is about
withdrawals
and
missing someone.

If you don’t know a thing about addiction to both drugs and love;

please, stop reading now.

But if there is a slight chance that you might understand, take a peek into my brain.

I’m going through withdrawals from painkillers.

And some days, we take it because we don’t want to feel a thing. Empty promises left inside of your kitchen sink, you let them drain away. Pouring paint down the drain, doesn’t it feel fun to split open your heart and let the art slide down.

I’m going through withdrawals–

and it’s not that I don’t have any,

but the addict knows about his addiction.

The poet reads his own poetry.

The author reads every letter of every word like the book was going to heal the world.

The lover loves his many lovers,
but he constantly asks:

Where is everyone?

I’m going through withdrawals–

and I’m walking around the neighborhood and I can’t tell if it’s the best part of the day, but it’s always quiet around 5 am and while everyone is sleeping, I’m painting the sky until it’s finally time for the sun to rise and they’ll never know, but I asked for it to be there today.

The sun never disappoints.

It’s not like people. It’s not like us.
It’s not like me.

The sun has an addiction to people.

But the people never looks twice,

how blinding.

I’m going through withdrawals,
but it’s not the itching of the skin
that gets to me.

It’s the bleeding that I might find beneath
that freaks me out.

I’m scared of the voices in my head
and what I might find inside of my chest.

I’m going through withdrawals,
but it’s not the constant need for rest
that gets to me.

It’s the fact that waking up tired
means I haven’t slept for shit.

It’s the fact that waking up to fake a smile
means that I didn’t wake up happy today,

I’m scared of myself,

what if I never find happiness again?

Without someone’s help.

What if I never find it within myself?

I’m going through withdrawals,
but it’s not the constant digging
for more that gets to me.

I don’t mind looking for my next fix
and that causes more trauma
than a chain of car accidents pinning
me to my

heart.

I don’t mind looking for my next fix,
but I once heard in a song,
just because she has a pretty face;
it doesn’t mean that she’s good for you.

My sister said,

just because they say the right words,
at the right time;

it doesn’t mean that they’re the one.

Because we’re hurting to know.

To know truth about ourselves.

Like if I could do this any better,
would anyone ever love me again?

I’m going through withdrawals again
and I think I saw you in my sleep.

I guess that means that I’m missing you again.

And I’ve been listening to these songs, but I swear that it’s your voice singing through every beat, and I swear you wrote every word to
taunt
me.

And it’s not that miss having someone to hold me together while I search for more reasons to stay:

But the coldness of not having someone there when I need comfort–

It’s slightly more uncomfortable than a whole bottle of prescriptions gone missing.

I’m going through withdrawals again
and I can’t decipher if I’m his way

because I have an addiction

to feeling nothing

or an addiction

to looking for you inside of a pill.

—  I guess I’ll never know

At it again with @stanchez-sloppy-seconds‘ Kill Bill au! Enjoy the second part. Oh, and the song mentioned in the story is this.

Title: Kill Bill Cipher Vol 2

Pairings: Rick/Stanley (stanchez); implied fiddauthor and Manly Dan/Tyler Cutebiker

Summary: Rick Sanchez is closing in on Bill Cipher. First he just needs to take care of Gideon and Morty.

Warnings: Still based on the Kill Bill movies, so basically everything that’s in there. Oh, and sorry about Squancy and Bird Person.

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A fanmix about the story of a strong girl and explosive boy.

The paragraph in the annotations were supposed to be short, but I kinda ended up overdoing it. Whoops! But either way, I hope you enjoy the story I put together with this fanmix! I apologize for any grammatical or spelling errors! I might make a second mix for the second part of this story, but the mix will be more angsty if I do go through with it. If you just want to read the story, it is under the cut!

muse (cover by daniel ferri) - panic station // foster the people - don’t stop (acoustic) // johnnyswim - you And i // nouvelle vague - ever fallen in love // neon trees (skyward X charis o. cover) - animal // kodaline (cover by dan clark) - better // andrew belle - in my veins // adam lambert - whataya want from me? (acoustic) // tom odell (cover by joss white) - can’t pretend // safetysuit - find a way // imagine dragons - i bet my life

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autistichansolo  asked:

prongsfoot

Yeeees, thank you. cx

Who’s shy about their first kiss? Sirius. And it’s weird because he’s not really used to being shy, but James often makes him feel all sorts of new things. James is nervous about it at first, but I wouldn’t quite say shy.
Who would have to call the other, because they know that the other is bad at getting out of bed in the morning? James, definitely. Sirius likes his sleep and would probably nap for days if he could. James prefers more mischievous ways of getting him awake in the mornings than a simple call, though, like scaring the shit out of him or splashing him with cold water. They’re giant children.
Who has to force the other to eat breakfast? They both like their food, but James sometimes gets anxious before a big Quidditch game or something and has to be coaxed by Sirius into eating a bit.
If one would want a dog and the other would want a cat, who would get what they wanted? Um, this is interesting for this ship. Hah. Ah, well Sirius is kind of already a dog. I’d imagine he wouldn’t want another around, but he’s not particularly fond of the idea of a cat either. James just wants a pet but Sirius is like, “What, am I not a good enough dog for you, you prick?” Sirius wins out and they never get a pet. 
Who hangs up first late at night? It varies. They like to talk a lot, especially during the summer with their enchanted mirrors. So it’s not really who hangs up first, it’s more who falls asleep in the middle of their conversation, heh. 
Who reads fanfiction about them? If it were written about them, I’m 100% positive they’d read it out loud in the common room and playfully act it out all dramatic like for everyone to see. Peter secretly enjoys it, but everyone else is annoyed.
Who writes fanfiction about them? Obviously neither would write it about themselves, but I feel Peter would be a little fangirl of their relationship. Along with some other girls at Hogwarts who just think they’re a hot couple.
Who catches the other when they fall? Both, really. They’re there for each other always and loyal. No way would they ever let the other go through something alone.
Who makes hearts of the dough when they make bread? xD I’ve never heard of a couple making bread together. Is this a thing? Well. James because he’s a big cheeseball. Then Sirius ruins it by making a penis out of the dough and they both laugh. Again, giant children.
Who eats their food cold, because the other was too impatient for the microwave oven to be done? Sirius. And it really annoys him, too, but he loves James too much to actually fight over it. He’s kind of become used to his Hot Pockets being frozen in the middle still when he eats them.
Who drags the other to watch their favourite band? Oh this is a hard one. I feel like they’d have pretty similar music taste and would just eagerly skip off to a concert together and go crazy.
Who gets jealous of the other liking the band too much? James. He’s so jealous, wow. Like, Sirius comments on how great the singer’s voice is and suddenly James is like, “Nah, he sounds like his vocal chords are made of sandpaper. ….I could actually make that happen.” And Sirius is just like, “You idiot, I love you.” And smooches to make the jealousy go away.
Who gets mad at the other the easiest? Sirius. He takes after his mother and has a relatively short temper (though it has gotten better over the years). With James, he’s actually pretty good at not snapping, but there are certain subjects that will have him screaming in seconds. They always make up quickly, though.
Who kisses the other’s cheek to cheer them up? James, ugh, he’s such a sweetie. Like, it started before they were even involved like that. Sirius had gotten a letter from his parents, not a very nice one, and it brought his mood down the whole day, so every chance James got, he would give a quick little peck to his cheek and a ruffle to his hair without saying anything. He still does it to this day.
When eating out, who wants to stay just a little bit longer though they’re done eating? James, again, I think. He’s friendly and really social, so he wants to hang back and wait for the server to pick up the check and all. They talk for a good while until Sirius makes up some ridiculous excuse, annoyed with having to wait to leave for so long. Plus, was the waiter flirting with James? (jealous Sirius noises)
Who listens to the same song over and over, and annoys the other with it? Sirius. He gets fixed on a single band or song and every once in a while and during those phases, that’s all he’ll listen to. James didn’t know the song before it started, but now he can sing it word for word and he’s so tired of it.
Who has a hard time opening the jam-glass? Oh my gosh, both of them. Like, imagine them at breakfast one morning and they’re both struggling to open the damn thing, even Peter has given it a try and Remus would have if he wasn’t so tired from the full moon, when Lily just casually snatches it and opens it with ease. Their excuse is they loosened it up for her.
Who doesn’t tell the other that they love them often, but shows it with small gestures instead? Sirius. His childhood left him to kind of struggle with being vocal about his feelings, but he’ll obviously return the words to James with a murmured (”You too”). He prefers to just show his love in his actions, though, yes, and Prongs understands.

Send me a ship and I’ll tell you…


P.S. I love your blog. cx 

Jealous Rivalry (Boom!Sonamy)

A request made from my fanfiction account. Song is I Think I’m Fallin For You by Colbie Caillat. Enjoy!

“And a one and a two, and a one, two, three…” Knuckles began to smoothly play out the melody of a song on the piano as Amy swayed and tapped her feet to the beat, waiting for her cue to sing the lyrics.

I don’t know but I think I may be

Fallin’ for you, dropping so quickly

Maybe I should keep this to myself

Waiting ‘til I know you better

I am trying not to tell you

But I want to

I’m scared of what you’ll say

So I’m hiding what I’m feeling

But I’m tired of holding this inside my head

Amy continued singing the song, all in perfect pitch, as Knuckles continued playing, he couldn’t help but smile as he was impressed with Amy’s singing. He knew she had a pretty decent voice, but never heard it for what it really was. Although, listening to it more, the lyrics seemed oddly lovey-dovey and he wondered who on earth it could be dedicated to. Was it…him?

As I’m standing here and you hold my hand

Pull me towards you and we start to dance

All around us

I see nobody

Here in silence

It’s just you and me

I’m trying not to tell you

But I want to

I’m scared of what you’ll say

So I’m hiding what I’m feeling.

But I’m tired of holding this inside my head

“Alright, so what do you think? Does it need a little work? Am I too pitchy?” Amy pressed her fingers together nervously, waiting for Knuckles’ criticism.

“Work? Pitchy? Ha! I think you sound just fine, Amy. The song sounds great too. But uh…is it for someone?” he asked, leaning towards her slyly with a raised brow.

She instantly blushed. ’How could he have picked that up?' “Uh, n-no. I-I kinda just scribbled down some words and found myself liking it and making it into a song! Yeah…a nice..little song.” she stammered and started playing with her hair, becoming more nervous as she spoke, afraid he’d see right through her lie. Of course she’d written the song about Sonic, but he didn’t need to know that.

'It’s totally about me.' “Riiight.”

“Uh, anyways, thanks for playing it for me. If I had any instrumental talent of my own, I’d of done it myself. And I’m not one to sing in front of crowds, but it’s nice to have a friend to share my talent with.” she looked down bashfully, not sure if she was talking about herself too much. She wasn’t used to talking with Knuckles like this.

Knuckles, however, took this out of context as if she was being shy because she didn’t want him to 'know of her true love’ for him. Being the knucklehead he is, he decided to make it 'easier’ for her to 'express’ her feelings by giving her weird, flirty looks as they began playing through the song again to critique it. Amy noticed, but thought he was just being Knuckles.

I’ve been spending all my time

Just thinking about you

I don’t know what to do

I think I’m fallin’ for you

I’ve been waiting all my life and now I found you

I don’t know what to do

I think I’m falling for you.

I’m falling for you.

Sonic and Tails were walking outside of Amy’s house when Sonic’s ears perked up and swiveled towards the direction from where she was singing.

“Is that…Amy?” he rushed towards the window, not wanting to just barge in, and peered closely at the scene. Tails followed casually, eyebrow raised at Sonic’s actions, and stood by him, also looking through the window. They listened for a couple of seconds before Sonic scrunched his nose up at Knuckles’ flirty expressions towards Amy while he was playing. “What’s that knuckle-head think he’s doing? Are they giving a performance or confessing their love? Heh.” he chuckled at his joke, although afraid that the latter was a possibility.

Tails noticed how Sonic completely ignored Amy’s wonderful singing and just observed how Knuckles was looking at her. Maybe he didn’t like the idea of Amy being alone with another guy? “Who knew Amy could sing so well.” he dramatically stated as to see if Sonic was paying attention. No response. Tails sighed.

Nah, Knuckles and Amy? Not in a million years! She couldn’t be interested in him like that…not when I was almost certain she had a thing for moi’. Heh, yeah. I’m sure it’s nothin’.

“Amy’s got a pretty amazing voice, Sonic. Shouldn’t we go in and compliment her?”

Sonic snapped out of his thoughts and turned to Tails, as if he hadn’t noticed him standing there. “Oh, uh, yeah I guess.”

They walked in and Amy stopped singing once she saw the door open. She abruptly turned and blushed from embarrassment, afraid that they’d heard her singing. Knuckles stopped playing and, again, took this out of context as her being embarrassed that Sonic and Tails had walked in on them during an 'intimate moment’. He thought it was cute and smiled at her like a doof. Sonic noticed.

“Amy, that sounded awesome! Where’d you learn to sing like that?” Tails asked before looking at Sonic who had crossed his arms and looked away. He frowned at him, wondering why he was acting this way.

Amy slowly looked over her shoulder at them, still blushing. “O-oh…um. Thanks. I guess I’ve always had this talent, but I’ve…never really been able to bring it out just yet.” she said as she turned to completely face them.

“Sure doesn’t look that way. You had the guts to let Knuckles hear ya.”

Tails glared at him and slightly punched him in the arm for being rude. “Sonic thinks you sound great too, Amy. Dontcha, Sonic.” he eyed him, hoping he’d cooperate.

Sonic sighed, unfolding his arms. “Yeah yeah. You sound like an angel, Ames. But seriously, you couldn’t have asked me to play for you? I think a couple of guitar chords would go pretty nice with that tune of yours. Maybe even better.” Amy blinked at Sonic’s sudden mood change and couldn’t help but get the impression that he might’ve been jealous. She smirked, an idea brimming inside her head.

“Actually, Sonic, I think it sounds just fine with piano accompaniment.” she said whilst placing her hands on her hips sassily, leaning on one foot.

Sonic blinked and looked away, placing a finger under his nose. “Yeah, well…I’d need to hear it again to be sure. I’ve got an ear for these kinda things.”

'Well, I guess I have no choice but to sing now. Ah well, this’ll be worth it' “Alright, Knuckles. You heard the man.” she snapped her fingers, jumping on top of the piano for extra effect and Knuckles, who had been staring at her the whole time, snapped back to his senses( if he had any really) and began playing the song again.

Sonic and Tails contently listened to her sing, but Sonic’s eyes had wondered over to Knuckles who was looking at Amy, who was also looking at him for dramatic purposes. She noticed Knuckles was still giving her silly looks and wondered if he was either catching on to what she was doing and playing along or just still being a knuckle-head. Whatever it was, despite how awkward it may have been, it was helping her to see if Sonic was truly jealous right now. And by the looks of it, he had turned around, his back facing them, arms crossed. Jealousy was written all over his face.

Oh, I just can’t take it

My heart is racing

Emotions keep spinning out.

The song spoke for her. The realization that Sonic might actually have feelings for her was overwhelming and Amy’s little heart couldn’t take it. She continued singing, all the while looking at Sonic dreamily. Knuckles followed her eyes and was saddened to see where they landed. ’Guess I was wrong…this song must be for Sonic…Of course it’s for Sonic! Haha, What was I thinking! Oh…I wasn’t thinking. I don’t even have a thing for Amy…or do I?' Knuckles mused on but continued to play until the song ended.

Sonic looked over his shoulder reluctantly, eye lids low, and exclaimed, “I still say a guitar would sound better, but you sound good, Ames. I’ll give ya that.” Amy looked away and blushed before looking back to see Sonic had turned around to face her again with a confused expression. “But I couldn’t help but wonder…who’s the song about?” Heat rushed to Amy’s face and her body tensed up instantly.

“U-uh…I just..wrote it. Heh.”

“Not without some kind of inspiration ya didn’t. The song’s pretty specific, Ames. Spill it. Who’s it about?” he placed his hands on his hips and smirked.

Amy didn’t know what to do but try and play it out. “I already told you, Sonic. Stop asking questions you already know the answer to.” she huffed and turned away, crossing her arms. 'I’ll just pretend to be angry and storm off. Yeah, that’ll work ’

“Well, I don’t think I was given a legit answer, to be honest. But, whatever you sa-”

“You callin me a liar?”

“I ain’t callin you a truther.”

They continued to argue as Tails and Knuckles stood by watching helplessly.

“Wow, you’re impossible, Sonic the Hedgehog! Geesh, this’ll be the last time I take constructive criticism from you.”

“All I asked was a question. All ya had to do was give me an honest answer.”

“Why should I have to explain myself? I wrote a song! A simple, yet very detailed song! It’s not my fault you were getting all jealo-” she slapped her hand over her mouth before she could finish her sentence. She looked at Sonic who she was pretty sure caught on to what she said. 'Oops’

“Y-you…thought I was…j-jealous?” he stuttered, nervous that his feelings might be revealed at this very moment.

“You were acting pretty weird, Sonic. It would explain a lot.” Tails explained, twisting his tails in amusement.

Amy laughed nervously, noticing Sonic’s equal discomfort. “Heh, that’s not what I meant! I just, um…ohh, would ya look at the time! I’m late for my lunch date with Sticks! See ya later!” she ran out the door and to the food court. Surprisingly, she was telling the truth this time.

'I’d rather we keep it our little secret' Amy thought, blushing to herself as she speed walked.

“…What was that about?” Tails looked at Sonic curiously. Sonic was eyeing Knuckles from the corner of his eye. Tails smirked.“You were totally jealous.”

Sonic’s head snapped towards Tails’ direction in a second. “I-I WAS NOT!”

“Knuckles, what do you think?…Knuckles?” he looked around to see Knuckles playing with a shiny object. He sighed and shook his head. “Of course. Well, Sonic, you’re off the hook I guess. Come on, I wanna show you what I tinkered up yesterday!” he skipped outside happily. Sonic followed, but gave Knuckles a sharp glare before he walked away.

“Jealous of him? Hmph.” Sonic muttered to himself, crossing his arms and pouting.

And Knuckles was none the wiser.

The End!

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Pulp – ‘I Spy’ (Live, 1995)

Do you think I do these things for real?

I do these things just so I survive

'I Spy’ is my favourite Pulp song by a very, very, very long way indeed. It is the apex of Jarvis Cocker’s preoccupation with class hatred; it is the ultimate example of Jarvis-as-intellectual-threat. The Jarvis of this song is trapped and seething, filled with genuine contempt and disdain, but utterly aware of his own value exactly. He’s not merely coming back for everything, he’s doing it just because he can, and because you deserve it, and he’s using his body – that discarded, disrespected, societally valueless body – as his weapon, because revenge is a dish best served freezing.

It’s crucial to understanding this song to appreciate that it appears on the same album as 'Common People’. (A post just about 'Different Class’ is coming up, so hold on.) It is especially important to appreciate that it appears immediately after 'Common People’ in the tracklisting. The Jarvis of 'Common People’ is impotent and angry, and there is an implication in the song that he is being used for sex by a woman of higher social status, which he might not be enjoying all that much. The Jarvis of that song was eloquent, but powerless. The song can have impact on you, the listener, but the narrator is fundamentally unable to change anything. Not so the Jarvis of 'I Spy’.

As I’m sure engenders in you GREAT SURPRISE, this song is also very meaningful to me personally, which I’m going to talk about, in more length than you or I or probably anyone needs. I’m also going to talk more about how much I hate Britpop – I’m still not sorry – and why this song is important re: class dialectics and Britpop. And now: I’m putting it under a cut so you can ignore it you want. I’M NOT THE BOSS OF YOU, COMRADE. 

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You think falling in love is optional? Try not watching them laugh and noticing how the light bounces off their hair. Try not staring at them too long cause you don’t want them to see you memorising their face. Try not waiting for them to fall asleep first so you know they’re safe beside you. Try ignoring those butterflies you get whenever you hear their name being mentioned.
Try not listening to a song without every word bringing up a picture of them in your mind. Try not holding them in your arms as they cry and try not promising yourself that you’ll do whatever it takes to see them happy again. Try not feeling their lips linger on yours even long after they’ve gone. Try it. Just try.
You can’t.
—  Don’t Tell Me About Love (i-forgot-i-wrote-poetry)
a hella long list of random lyric sentence starters (pt. 10)
  • "How did we ever come to this?"
  • "I never thought you'd be someone I'd have to miss."
  • "There I was, caught in your game..."
  • "If you're looking for forgiveness, you won't find that here."
  • "You can say you're sorry, but I still don't care."
  • "You're both to blame."
  • "I hope you know you're my last mistake."
  • "Don't come around and say you need me."
  • "I won't stay."
  • "Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely."
  • "It was a big big world, but we thought we were bigger."
  • "I started writing songs, I started writing stories."
  • "Only those I really love will ever really know me."
  • "Once I was 20 years old, my story got told."
  • "I only see my goals, I don't believe in failure."
  • "I got my boys with me at least."
  • "I hope I'll see you later."
  • "We've traveled around the world and we're still roaming."
  • "I'm still learning about life."
  • "I'm still sorry."
  • "Tell me what you want this to be."
  • "I just can't catch a break."
  • "I know what I want this to be."
  • "You're dragging things along."
  • "Do you feel like something's missing when your skin is pressed to mine?"
  • "All I ever wanted was a part of you that I couldn't break."
  • "We're in pieces now."
  • "All you ever wanted was a part of me that I couldn't fake."
  • "I have to let you down."
  • "I know I’m the one you want to forget."
  • "Baby, you were my picket fence."
  • "I miss missing you now and then."
  • "Sometimes before it gets better, the darkness gets bigger."
  • "The person that you’d take a bullet for is behind the trigger."
  • "I am the best you’ll never have."
  • "Drink up, baby, stay up all night."
  • "I'll make you mine."
  • "I hate myself for staring at the phone."
  • "Kept all your texts, can’t erase them."
  • "I’d call you up but I know you’re not alone."
  • "I know that I should not hold on, so why can’t I let go?"
  • "I keep trying to figure out who you are to me."
  • "Maybe all that we were meant to be is beautifully unfinished."
  • "Your fingerprints are tattooed on my skin."
  • "You’re the one that I can’t lose; you’re the one that I can’t win."
  • "I hate you and I love you and I wish you’d go away."
  • "I hate you and I love you and I wish that you would stay."
  • "I think that you think that I'm half drunk."
  • "I know that you wouldn't fall for that."
  • "Shut up and take my hand."
  • "I don't wanna say goodnight."
  • "Hot damn, look at me now."
  • "I bet you never thought you would fall again."
  • "So much for keeping this 'just friends'."
  • "Shut up and kiss me now."
  • "I've done my part for twelve years now."
  • "I really wouldn't mind if we don't go anywhere, cause I've got you."
  • "You think my bruised knees are sort of pretty."
  • "I think your tired eyes are kind of nice."
  • "Have you got a lighter on you?"
  • "I really don't mind if we take our time."
  • "I've got a couple bottles of your favorite wine."
  • "I love everything that you've got."
  • "Would you be mine?"
  • "How can you joke at a time like this?"
  • "This is what you wanted all along now, isn't it?"
  • "I think that all you ever really ever wanted was a reason to complain."
  • "Those are her words, not mine."
  • "As far as I'm concerned, we could've had a good time."
  • "I guess there's nothing more to discuss."
  • "Girls don't call, and they never tell you why."
  • "Don't listen to my music."
  • "Don't lie in my bed."
  • "Don't listen to the references to things that you might have actually said."
  • "As far as I'm concerned, it could have been a lot worse."
  • "I wasn't trying to avoid the confrontation."
  • "She told me that I don't even try."
  • "Maybe you're right, maybe this is all that I can be."
  • "But what if it's you, and it wasn't me?"
  • "I'm fucked in the head, and my mind is turning into a whore."
  • "Maybe she's right, maybe I'm wrong."
  • "Maybe we'll fight 'til it move us along."
  • "You know that admitting the problem is the first step."
  • "Friends turned to wine-drunk lovers."
  • "I felt the strangest emotion but it wasn't hate, for once."
  • "Life is moving, can't you see?"
  • "There's no future left for you and me."
  • "I was holding and I was searching endlessly, but now there's nothing left that I can do."
  • "There is another future waiting there for you."
  • "They say people never change, but that's bullshit, they do."
  • "I do not think I would be here if not for them."
  • "With friends like ours, anywhere is home."
  • "Keep getting the feeling you wanna leave this all behind."
  • "I thought we were holding on, aren't we?"
  • "You and me got a whole lot of history."
  • "We could be the greatest team that the world has ever seen."
  • "Let's drive around town holding hands."
  • "And ya need to know, you're the only one."
  • "I love you, babe, so bad."
  • "I'm hella obsessed with your face."
  • "I'll be your daydream."
  • "We could be beautiful."
  • "Say you'll never let me go."
  • "Take me back to a time only we knew."
  • "We could waste the night with an old film."
  • "You said you'd never ever break down, but here I am sweeping pieces off of the ground."
  • "You said you'd never ever play to crowds."
  • "I've spent all night long scared of tomorrow."
  • "Everything is almost lost."
  • "I never thought I'd be so fragile."
  • "We're fragile."
  • "You're the only sound that I ever want to hear."
  • "Give me your heart, and I'll give you my love."
  • "Tonight you look lovely."
  • "Let me wrap my arms around you."
  • "Let me take you home."
  • "I want you to myself."
  • "You're the only thing that I ever need to know."
  • "Our world is looking so bright."
  • "I'm a little bit lost without you."
  • "I had a feeling once that you and I could tell each other everything."
  • "I just wanted you."
  • "Something about you, it's like an addiction."
  • "Hit me with your best shot, honey."
  • "I've got no reason to doubt you."
  • "You keep coming back again."
  • "I'm certain that I'm yours."
  • "I adore you."
  • "I said I'd never miss you, but I guess you never know."
  • "I miss your early morning company."
  • "You are my favorite 'what if'."
  • "You are my best 'I'll never know'."
  • "What did it ever mean to you?"
  • "I wish I'd known how much you loved me."
  • "I wish I cared enough to know."
  • "I'm sorry every song's about you."
  • "The torture of small talk with someone you used to love."
  • "When I was younger I was certain that I'd be fine without a queen."
  • "Where we've been is who we are."
  • "Now all I do is wonder why we ever set the scene."
  • "It's such a shame that we play strangers."
  • "Damn, it's such a shame that we've built a wreck out of me."
  • "I'll remember nights alone and waking up to dial tones."
  • "Always found my greatest moments in the sound of your 'hello's'."
  • "Will you even know it's me?"
  • "Can we find a new beginning?"
  • "Do you turn the other cheek?"