Took me almost all day! When I saw Youmna post her part of Sans Hazard, I was really impressed with the comic & animation she made. I just had to draw it. I tried my best to blend the colors, & this was my first time doing so. ;w; Anyway, I hope you all like it. I also listened to this song while drawing this.
Eraser: the world may be filled with hate, but keep erasing it now, somehow
Castle on the Hill: me and my friends have not thrown up in so long, oh how we’ve grown
Dive: ive been known to give my all and jumping in harder than 10,000 rocks on the lake// i could fall or i could fly here in your aeroplane
Shape of You:you come over and start up a conversation with just me and trust me ill give it a chance
Perfect: i never knew you were the someone waiting for me
Galway Girl: she took jamie as a chaser, jack for the fun she got arthur on the table, with johnny riding as shot gun// i could have that voice playing on repeat for a week ad in this packed out room, swear she was singing to me
Happier: my friends told me one day ill feel it too i could try to smile to hide the truth
New Man: still looking at your instagram and ill be creeping a little ill be trying not to double tap, from way back, cause i know that’s where the trouble’s at
Hearts Don’t Break Around Here: took my heart upon a one way trip guess she went wandering off with it unlike most women i know this one will bring it back whole
What Do I Know?: love can change the world in a moment but what do I know?// just remember life is more than fittin’ in your jeans it’s love and understanding, positivity
How Would You Feel?: in the summer, as the lilacs bloom love flows deeper than the river every moment that i spend with you
Supermarket Flowers: a life with love is a life that’s been lived// dad always told me don’t you cry when you’re down but mum there’s a tear every time that i blink
Barcelona: i’ve got two left feet and a bottle of red wine making me feel like the beat and the bassline are in my blood
Bibia Be Ye Ye:
And in the pocket of my jeans, are only coins and broken dreams// now things are looking up, ill find my shoes right next to the oak tree and ill get a bus straight into town and spend the afternoon looking around for the things that I left on the ground and say you’re with me tomorrow’s a brand new day
Nancy Mulligan: cause i found my heart upon the southern ground there’s no difference, i assure ya
Save Myself: i gave you all my energy and i took away your pain cause human beings are destined to radiate or drain// but if i don’t then i’ll go back to where i’m rescuing a stranger just because they needed saving, just like that
AU where Mandy and Jenny put out any fire in the Haus before it can even be noticed by the Boys.
Sometimes it’s not an easy job.
It’s April 26th, why do you need to be setting off fireworks you hot mess of a human being? All the Haus sees is a broken window as a large firework blasts through the door.
And there was that one time where Ransom went a little crazy with the retail therapy and bought, like, 50 yankee candles from the girl going door to door fundraising. You don’t light them all at once boy, ffs. Mandy and Jenny are pleased when Jack pulls out the Sin Bin and makes him put in 20 bucks for the unholy mixing of scents which permeated every inch of the Haus.
They get why the new kid likes the oven. It was really the first thing that helped him connect with his teammates in a way that didn’t terrify them. They saw the way he entered the house with his shoulders hunched up almost all the way to his ears, afraid that something could go wrong at any moment. Then he saw the kitchen, and decided that he would make it his. So yeah, Mandy and Jenny get it. But Good ol Betsy is a becoming something of a hazard. Mandy and Jenny had to snuff out a flame that would have burned the whole house down in no time. Bitty would only see a burned dish waiting for him when he returned.
After a night of arguing, Mandy and Jenny agreed that it would be best that Betsy be put to rest. The oven doesn’t turn on after then no matter how hard Dex tries.
Summers were quiet. Everyone was out and Mandy and Jenny could just relax for three whole months without too much responsibility. Really, they’ve done their best to try to give these boys common sense. They’ve added several shows about fires onto Jacks list of “to watch” documentaries, which should be noted is hand written and very meticulous. After he watched them, Jack made the Haus do one fire drill. One. Jack woke them up at 3am and had made them practice evacuating three different times. Because “No Bittle you do not need to your recipe book with you it’s a drill” “You said that you have to practice like it’s the real deal, Jack. I’m not letting moomaw’s secrets go like that”.
And the danger of fire has been a lot less since Jack got that fancy new Betsy 2.0. That thing works so nicely.
So yeah, summer. Not much to worry about that they haven’t seen before. The Haus is quiet, and then it’s a little less quiet as Bittle enters the Haus, changes out of his suit and into his comfy clothes and enters Chowder’s new room to finish up some laundry. He doesn’t make it very far before Mandy and Jenny realize that he is not Ok.
His face is all blotched and he’s sniffling. Mandy and Jenny don’t really know how to cheer him up. Fixing heartbreak is hard to do non-corporeally. So they look at his phone and queue up the song that he’s always singing in the shower. Maybe that will help him just cry it out.
The song comes on and he immediately blasts it to where that’s the only thing he can hear around him. There’s nothing that Mandy and Jenny can do to get Bittle to notice when Jack bursts up the stairs and shouts his name into his room. All they want to do is scream “he’s over here!” at Jack, who is looking into Bitty’s room like he’s already making a sad mixtape titled “Love Lost” in his head.
Then there’s a sniffle from Bitty, and Jack turns around. And he kisses him. And kisses him again. And again.
For the first time in 22 years, Mandy and Jenny don’t have to worry about the sparks flying in the Haus.
Yuuri looks up from where he’s sorting out his laundry, a sock in one hand and a shirt in another. He puts the sock to one side and begins folding the shirt, Victor’s shirt that he keeps forgetting to give back. “Oh, that? I got that keyboard a long time ago—before I went to Detroit, even.”
Victor tilts his head from where he sits on the bed, feet stretched out before him. Blinks and looks at Yuuri. “Do you still play?”
“Play for me?”
Smiling, Yuuri sets aside one of Victor’s scarves and stands. “Any requests?”
“Your song,” the Russian says decisively after a heartbeat of thinking. “Yuri on Ice.”
“Hmm. I never learned it,” Japan’s top figure skater admits. He shakes his head and pulls out the keyboard from where it sits propped against his closet. “But I can try.”
“You can do that?” Victor asks. The words, You’re that good at playing? go unsaid.
Yuuri shrugs, plugs the keyboard into the wall and turns the machine on. “Sure,” he answers, fingers running over scales like water pouring from a fountain. The sound is crisp and clear, and Victor finds himself pleasantly surprised. He wonders why.
“I’ve skated to this song so many times it’s practically engraved in my head,” the brunet continues, moving into arpeggios and rhythmic exercises. The keyboard moves slightly as Yuuri presses into the keys, the device pushing into the yielding mattress. “Just give me a second to warm up.”
As Yuuri’s fingers drift over the keys, Victor swings his feet back and forth. “How did you start playing?”
Yuuri’s fingers don’t stop, unheeding of or perhaps disregarding the conversation. Yuuri turns to look at the older man and hums. “I saw a video of someone playing the piano and decided to learn.”
“Did you take lessons?”
“For a time, yes.”
“How old were you when you started?”
Yuuri huffs a laugh from his nose and tests out various chords. “Is this an interrogation now?”
“Well, I never knew you could play. Is it so wrong to want to learn more about your boyfriend?”
“Mm.” Yuuri pauses, looking down at his hands. “I started when I was relatively young. Six, I think?”
“That is young.”
“Well, I stopped being so serious about it when I began taking ballet lessons. And then skating took up most of my time after that.”
“But you still play?”
“I still play.”
Yuuri begins then, starting with the sixteenth note triplets, and Victor closes his mouth and just listens. It’s lovely—reminds him of when he first listened to it, half asleep and with Yuuri excitedly leaning over his lap. Reminds him of his former student, of his lover before they became lovers.
“You’re very good at this.”
Closing his eyes and letting himself visualize the music inside his head, Yuuri leans back and feels his lips quirk into a half-smile. “I’m not the type to let a skill atrophy without practice.”
“That’s not you, no,” Victor agrees.
And they both listen, then, to the music pouring out of the cheap keyboard roused from its sleep. He times his breathing to the swelling of the melody, to the rise and fall of the notes, to the cadence of the moment. Victor leans against Yuuri’s shoulder and Yuuri leans back, the two of them content to relive their memories through the passage of sound.
It’s a peaceful moment filled with peaceful feelings. Victor tells himself to ask Yuuri to play more music for him from now on.