A mix of songs, both melancholic and romantic, to slow dance to.
Fade into You - Mazzy Star // Dancing in the Moonlight - Magnet // Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran // A Sky Full of Stars (acoustic cover) - Michael Schulte // Love Songs on the Radio - Mojave 3 // Flightless Bird, American Mouth - Iron & Wine // Here in Your Arms (acoustic) - Samuel & Kristin // I Choose You (acoustic) - Sara Bareilles // Stable Song - Death Cab for Cutie // You Really Got a Hold on Me - The Beatles // Sway - The Perishers // Forever Young - Youth Group // Collide (acoustic) - Howie Day // Santa Cruz - Silences // O Children - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds // Kiss Me (Midnight Starlight) - Jason Walker // Slow Dancing in a Burning Room - John Mayer
kind of wanted to tie some of these together since I really liked the Brittana
6 “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” prompt.
The couple weeks follow, what Santana called the incident, were
pretty quiet between her and Brittany. Santana still had a week of night shifts
left. But luckily for her, tonight she was off. She had been thinking about
Brittany way more than she should have. Worst of all, she was thinking of her
in ways she shouldn’t.
The mess that she likes to call hurricane Brittany had cleaned
itself up at the apartment. Santana just assumed it was from Brittany actually
having time to get stuff together between her classes and internship.
It was annoying to come home to a mess, but it was nice Brittany
cleaned it up on her own usually within 48 hours. She would had to hound Sam
pretty frequently to get him to do anything.
Groceries in hand, Santana pushed the door to her small
apartment open the door. She was happily greeted with the smell of something
really good. She gulped a little bit when she say the lights were dim and there
was a candle on small dinette table. Brittany must be having company.
Santana decided to scurrying off to her room to be unseen was
probably a good idea. It was still fairly early, so Brittany’s company probably
wouldn’t be by for a while. She froze in her tracks when she saw Brittany
coming out of the bathroom in only a towel.
“Hey,” Brittany said softly with a big smile on her
face. “I didn’t think you would be back until after 6.”
“Hi, Britt.” Santana shifted her wait and started to play with
the strap on her back pack. “I decided to just have drinks with my friends
Kurt and Rachel. My eyes have been bothering me so I didn’t want to sit through
a movie.” The med-student motioned her head towards the kitchen. “I’ll
stay out of your hair tonight though since you’re having company.”
“Oh no. That’s okay. I think you look good in your glasses.” The
blonde said with a sympathetic smile. “Oh, I made us dinner. It’s kind of as a
thank you for putting up with me the last few weeks.”
“Thanks, Brittany.” She blushed a little bit and started to
fidget a little more. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know I didn’t have too.
I wanted to. Especially if we still have half the summer to go. I would rather
have more to talk about then class and work.” Brittany seemed to suddenly realize
she was just in a towel, “How about you get settled while I change and dinner
in about an hour?”
“I think you’re right. I
know we both basically have opposite schedules, but we should try harder.”
Santana nodded and offered a small smile, “Sure sounds great Britt.”
A few minutes later, Santana
was sitting in her bed head leaning against her headboard. She was wondering if
she should change for dinner. She was probably over thinking the whole thing.
Brittany was obviously just trying to be nice.
She might not just been over thinking. Maybe a little bit of day dreaming
too. Brittany had just broken up with her boyfriend less than 2 months ago. She
also was her roommates cousin.
She did decide to change.
But that’s only to hide the fact she that she had a superhero t-shirt on under her
hoodie. Black skinny jeans, three quarter sleeved black and white striped
shirt, and of course her glasses.
She emerged from her room
after about twenty minutes, when she heard Brittany clattering around the
kitchen. As soon as she saw Brittany she was glad she decided to change.
Brittany was in a short black shirt and a while button down that was too big of
“I was wondering if you
fell asleep in there,” Brittany laughed out softly. “I like that shirt. It’s
Santana gulped a little
when Brittany turned and eyed her outfit up and down. “Oh, thanks Britt.” She
shuffled nervously around the kitchen, “I did close my eyes for a few minutes,
but that was because of the contacts.”
Brittany grabbed the
spatula and brought it up to Santana’s lips, “Taste it.” She held her hand
underneath to as to not get any on the floor.
Shocked for a second,
Santana brought her mouth to it and tried the pasta sauce. “That’s really good
“Good,” She put the spatula
back down on the counter. “I hope you like chicken parm. It’s one of the few
things I can make without burning down the kitchen.”
“It’s great, Britt. Do you
want any help?” Santana asked softly looking around. It looked like the table
hadn’t been set yet.
“You want to get us some wine?”
Brittany motioned towards the fridge. “Maybe get some plates down? It still has
about a half hour or so to cook.”
“Sure, Britt.” Santana
grabbed them two glasses and poured some red wine for them. She sat one down
next to Brittany by the stove. “For the master chef,” she said softly offering
a smile. She made quick work of setting the table. “How was class today?”
“It was good. But it wore
me out.” Brittany took a sip of her wine and shrugged. “I’ve been dancing since
I was 3 but this modern dance teacher is super intense. Like it’s go go go
until you die basically.”
“Sounds pretty crazy,”
Santana leaned against the opposite counter. “I was in Glee in high school and
we did some cool stuff, but I’m sure nothing like what you do on the day to
“Sam said you were also a
cheerleader?” Brittany smiled a little when she sees Santana shift to a
somewhat uncomfortable stance.
“I took gymnastics as a
kid, but my high school was so small we didn’t have a team. So the next best thing
was tumbling for the cheerleading coach,” Santana shrugged a little bit. “It
kept me busy and looked good on transcripts. Even had 3 national championships.”
“I’m sure a bunch of
colleges were looking for you.” Brittany smiled and put her glass down. “I bet
you can dance better than you think. Especially after learning cheerleading and
gymnastics routines. It’s really not that hard.”
“I don’t know Brittany,”
Santana rubbed the back of her neck nervously. “I haven’t done any of that
since high school. I don’t count drunk club dancing either.”
“Alexa, play my slow dance
mix . Set a thirty minute timer too.” Brittany stood in front of Santana and
offered her, her hand. “Wanna dance?”
Santana just sighed and
took Brittany’s hand. They might not have known each other very well, but she
had learned Brittany usually gets what she wants. “Alright, just don’t laugh at
“I promise I won’t laugh.”
Brittany put her arm around Santana’s waist and pulled the shorter girl close
to her. “I’m telling you,” she slowly
started to lead them in a slow sway. “You’re not as bad as you think. Most people
aren’t. I’ve thought a lot. Most people are just scared of embarrassing themselves.”
“Thank god we are in the
apartment,” Santana just giggled a little bit as she placed her hand awkwardly
on the Brittany’s shoulder. “I would not be doing this in public.”
“You need to relax. You’re
so tense.” Brittany moved her hand from Santana’s waist to her bicep and gave
it a small squeeze. “Relax, it’s just the apartment like you said. I won’t
tease you I promise.”
Santana tried to relax over
the course of the next couple songs, but she couldn’t. Brittany really was a
fantastic dancer. She was always a fantastic teacher. It didn’t help Santana
that she was pulling her closer by the hips and leading more with her body. It
was very distracting. But Brittany was explaining the whys over the movements
and steps. She was really trying to teach Santana. “Santana,” The brunette was dragged out of her thoughts by Brittany’s
“See, I told you!” Brittany
giggled to herself. “You’ve been unconsciously leading since the last song.”
“Oh sorry,” she said
nervously. “I know you were trying to teach me.”
“I don’t think you needed
much teaching. You just needed a little coaxing.” The dancer smiled softly and
pulled Santana a little close. “I told you so.”
Santana felt her body
starting to heat up slowly. Brittany obviously was a physically affectionate
kind of person. But with the way Santana had been thinking about her since she
found her in her bed a couple weeks ago, this was not helping. “I’m glad I listened.
It was fun.”
“Now the next step is to
get you to go out clubbing with me,” Brittany laughed a little bit and ran her
hands up and down Santana’s arms. “You need to relax. You’re so tense.”
“I might go if we pre-game a little at home. I’ll need at least a
bottle of wine.” Santana sighed a little bit at Brittany’s touch. “I guess it’s
“Well hopefully tonight
helps you relax,” Brittany leaned forward and kissed the brunette on the cheek.
“You’re much more beautiful when you don’t have your eyebrows wrinkled and your
shoulders at attention like you’re in the army.”
Santana turned her face
towards Brittany. Still in a little bit of shock at her action and her words. “Britt.”
She inhaled deeply when she realized Brittany was closing in on her lips.
BEEP BEEP BEEP…
The both jumped away from
each other. Santana looked like a deer in headlights. Brittany just turned way
and stammered something about checking on dinner…Next time Brittany asked her
to dance. She wouldn’t even think twice about it.
Andy: Birthday sex. Here’s an awesome song I wrote for you. Your birthday is a holiday why is it not recognized as a holiday whatever I’ll shout it to the world and we’ll go to lots of restaurants to get the free desserts, I love you so much.
Peter: This calls for lots of alcohol, the most romantic place in the galaxy, and I will literally eat you out for hours…not that I don’t enjoy doing that already. Also, we’re gonna slow dance to some awesome mix songs. Here is a present that I totally didn’t steal, I paid for it, I promise, perhaps this would be a good time to say I love you?
Owen: Here’s a super meaningful gift, also how about you put on that dress I love so much and let’s go out to a nice dinner, ps when we get back, surprise, i have all these candles everywhere outside and champagne, maybe we can have some sex after all this, tonight you get to be alpha but just fyi it’s back to normal tomorrow, i love you
She was but a minute raindrop coming from a morning drizzle. The smell of the pavement with a hint of the scorching sun, mustard paints viciously washed off by the aftermaths of a hurricane, and the frosty touch of spontaneous soft kisses to a stranger’s wounded forehead. She was but a minute raindrop— made of molecules so loose yet compact, so fragile yet untamed. She’s made of late-night kitchen slow dancing and vintage-themed mixed tapes, hundreds of layers of blankets to comfort a cotton heart that’s damp with darkness. She was meant for soft kisses and romantic warm embraces, tingling feeling on each other’s bare skin and rubbing each other’s enormous thumbs, of pastel umbrellas and dirty rain coats. She was something so beautiful, so tragically, immaculately beautiful yet immensely so fragile.
And he was the sunlight. The golden streaks, contrast, and hues of lengthy beach walks with a samoyed, the warmth of a mother’s embraces as they carefully caress your face before singing a morning lullaby, the picturesque rays and distinct surprises of brightness peaking through sycamore trees and apple bushes. And he was the sunlight— made up of vibrance and eloquence, so enticing, rejuvinating, and life-changing. He’s made of homey pancakes with honey syrup, buttery oatmeal cookies for breakfasts, joyous park dates on running shoes and tight leggings, tenth draft of sunrise paintings when it’s half past 3 in the afternoon, acrylic all over his apron, and brushes a huge mess on his table. He was meant for simple gift-wrapping joys and golden-crisp perfection in baking, better days when it’s raining and nothing at all but sunshines, of dirty kankens in art museums and dusty boots in local parks. And he was something so poetic, so tragically, immaculately poetic yet immensely so destrutive.
Yet they ever so rarely meet because the fate often times forbid. But when they do, oh thank the heavens for erratic patterns, a glimpse of his eyes and a polar touch of her soul is a concoction of love that may never last forever but will always remain- enclosed inside the chests of the passersby, a memory of a love story that once happened but may never happen again in a long, long time.
the love child of raindrop and sunlight // rainbow
01. darling - eddy kim // 02. not spring, love, or cherry blossoms - high4 & iu // 03. just do as you always did - yoseob // 04. 24/7 = heaven - bts // 05. awkward love - as one // 06. it was you (ra.d remix) - brother su // 07. voice - lim kim ft. swings // 08. still you - eunhyuk & donghae // 09. like you - wanted ft. iu // 10. i hope you become my lover - ft island // 11. brunch - gain & hyungwoo // 12. slow dance - eddy kim
A smallish thorki fic, written in answer to a prompt from this list.
This one is for anon who wanted slow dancing, but I have mixed up the buttons on the ask, and ended up deleting the message. Oops. So anon, here you go, and I hope you like it.
Loki stood to the side, regarding the proceedings in front
of him with mild amusement. By now, the large room in the Tower has mostly been
cleared of guests, with only the very core of the original Avengers remaining.
The implication of his own presence was somehow both amusing