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Liszt - Hungarian Rhapsody no.7 in d minor

I’ve covered some of the Hungarian Rhapsodies before. Quick recap: these were more flashy concert works Liszt wrote, inspired by traveling Romani bands. However, he thought that the melodies he picked up from those bands were authentic “gypsy” music. The truth is that those bands picked up popular music by less famous Hungarian composers. So these’s aren’t the  “authentic”  “gypsy” pieces that Liszt wanted them to be, but even so, they are fun works, with catchy melodies and rhythms, and even have some transcendental moments.  The first 14 were published together earlier in his career. This rhapsody is short and is in three sections. There is a dramatic introduction with rapid runs paired with giant chords. That bleeds into a fast section, where the far registers of the piano act like bells enveloping the heavy chords between them. The rustic melody and beat makes it easy to picture a group of people dancing. Ladies kicking their legs up in the air with every high note. The last section takes the melody into the major, and we are given a more lighthearted dance to finish the work off.

Commonly Used Words and their Synonyms!

Instead of using… You can use the word…

Looked — observed, peered, gazed, glanced, explored, glimpsed, stared, eyed, viewed, noticed, watched, inspected, examined, and peeked. 

Said — told, stated, replied, phrased, announced, articulated, reported, expressed, voiced, mentioned, communicated, uttered, spoke, and vocalised.

Shouted — yelled, roared, exclaimed, hollered, cried, called out, squealed, wailed, screeched, squawked, bellowed, shrieked, screamed, and howled.

Laughed — chuckled, smiled, giggled, grinned, snickered, cracked up, hooted, roared, snorted, howled, erupt into laughter, and burst into laughter.

Good — great, pleasant, wonderful, positive, awesome, rad, splendid, worthy, superb, superior, marvellous, stellar, excellent, and super.

Bad — awful, atrocious, terrible, negative, unfortunate, rough, dreadful, dismal., poor, appalling, lousy, unpleasant, crummy, and miserable. 

Nice — polite, kind, respectable, friendly, well-mannered, admirable, wonderful, affable, lovely, nifty, pleasant, inviting, enjoyable, and fine.

Mean — nasty, evil, unkind, vicious, cruel, wicked, bothersome, spiteful, unpleasant, hateful, malicious, harsh, uncaring, and insensitive. 

Tried — weary, burned out, sleepy, sluggish, exhausted, drowsy, fatigued, heavy-eyed, beat, lifeless, drained, lazy, worn out, and droopy.

Scared — frightened, worried, afraid, anxious, fearful, timid, startled, suspicious, alarmed, apprehensive, petrified, shaken, terrified, and panicked.

Happy — glad, ecstatic, joyful, jovial, delighted, merry, content, elated, blissful, gleeful, cheerful, thrilled, pleasant, and overjoyed.   

Sad — unhappy, disappointed, miserable, blue, depressed, sorrowful, gloomy, melancholy, down in the dumps, dismal, heartbroken, down, and full of woe.

Mad — angry, outraged, grouchy, fuming, furious, frantic, irritated, cranky, annoyed, irate, livid, enraged, infuriated, and heated.

Excited — eager, wired, enthusiastic, simulated, thrilled, jubilant, hysterical, jumpy, charged, anxious, awakened, fired up, nervous, and on edge.

Pretty — beautiful, charming, attractive, elegant, handsome, gorgeous, dazzling, captivating, nice-looking, glamorous, lovely, stunning, appealing, and memorising.

Ugly — unpleasant, gruesome, horrid, gross, dreadful, beastly, grotesque, deformed, appalling, plain, unsightly, loathsome, hideous, and homely.

Little — small, young, tiny, mini, petite, short, minute, slim, pocket-sized, slight, pint-sized, minor, miniature, and wee.

Big — humongous, ginormous, gigantic, hefty, large, jumbo, huge, massive, enormous, oversize, vast, great, giant, and abundant.

Funny — humorous, whimsical, hilarious, eccentric, amusing, side-splitting, comical, lighthearted, witty, jolly, nutty, hysterical, jokey, and droll.

Fun — entertaining, interesting, pleasurable, a blast, exciting, captivating, enjoyable, fascinating, engaging, gratifying, action-filled, lively, amusing, and enchanting. 

Smart — keen, intelligent, clever, cunning, screwed, knowledgeable, brilliant, sharp-witted, wise, scholarly, bright, gifted, canny, and brainy. 

Like — love, care about, adore, value, fond of, treasure, cherish, appreciate, admire, enjoy, passionate about, crazy about, and devoted to.     

Hate — loathe, detest, dislike greatly, despise, execrate, feel revulsion towards, feel hostile towards, be repelled by, be revolted by, regard with disgust, be unable to stomach, find intolerable, shudder at, and recoil from. 

Hot — sweltering, fiery, overly warm, heated, burning up, stuffy, sizzling, spicy, blistering, humid, boiling, blazing, scorching, and scalding. 

Cold — chilly, very cold, icy, bitter, frigid, arctic, frosty, nippy, crisp, harsh, wintry, biting, freezing, and polar.

Fast — quick, speedy, sudden, hurried, abrupt, rushed, rapid, instantly, brisk, dashing, hasty, accelerated, swift, and prompt. 

Slow — unhurried, inactive, leisurely, slothful, sluggish, passive, gradual, snail-like, slack, time-consuming, stagnant, decelerate, delay, and losing speed. 

Experimental Saturday

Today: Brownies with raspberry swirl cheesecake. Like the last time, I just need someone to be excited with until it’s baked and cooled, and if the experiment goes well, I’ll share the ingredients as well. 🤓


So, get your ingredients and your cat out. I know I’m ready when she’s sitting there or on the microwave. Preheat oven to 350 F (180 C).

Place the butter in a heat-proof bowl and microwave it on medium for a minute or two (it doesn’t have to melt all the way in the microwave, the whisk will get the job done).

Stir in sugar and (if it’s not too hot) add eggs, one at a time. Oh and some vanilla extract. I can’t seem to live without that.

Sift in the dry ingredients (you can skip the sifting, but the cocoa I’m using can often be very lumpy, so I like to do this).

I butter my pan a little, just so the paper doesn’t move around while I’m spreading the batter (that’s the butter package).

Make sure the batter has no lumps, pour it into the pan and spread.

Bake for 20-25 minutes (when you get the cake out, leave the oven on, we have some more baking).

While the brownie batter is baking, place the raspberries and honey in a small saucepan over low heat (I’m using low heat because I’m using frozen raspberries - I don’t want to burn the honey while they unfreeze). Simmer until all raspberries completely fall apart.

Strain into a small bowl (press with the spoon to get all the ‘meat’ through, and get rid of the seeds).

Beat the cream cheese with heavy cream until fluffy, then add sugar, eggs, and (again) vanilla.

Pour the filling on top of the brownies and spread evenly. Drop spoonfuls of raspberry puree and using a butter knife, gently (and not too deep!) swirl it into the cheese.

Hm, this raspberry sauce would make a nice blood for Halloween.

Bake for another 20-25 minutes, just until the top is set.

And now, waiting!

intro: what am i to you is a masterpiece and it deserves to be talked about more. that song is only 2:46s long, and yet namjoon tells a full story that begins with emotions like excitement, happiness, and hope and ends with complete opposite emotions (anger, despair, helplessness) with only love as the emotion that bridges them. for me personally, the best part of the song is the transition. the build up. i love the way the music, along with namjoon’s voice gradually sounds more and more desperate. and when the emotions finally flip, so does the music: the light violins and synth sounds are pushed back and replaced by heavy drum beats that the now angry lyrics bounce off to. and despite all of this change in a short frame of time, it still flows perfectly. IT STILL FLOWS PERFECTLY. what the fuck honestly?????? genius

I am like a pile of bones lying on the floor, and no one knows this except me. I am like a broken skeleton with a beating heart.”
He said slowly with a heaviness floating through his words, and at that moment I knew that I desperately wanted to save him. But I also knew that we can’t save people, we can only one love them. But, was I ready to love him? Was I ready to throw my heart towards him once again, knowing that he won’t ever catch it.
Even after all these years, I still loved him. And, I wanted, i truly wanted to pick up his bones and fix them together. I wanted to stitch him a flesh so strong that he would never feel this again.
Wrapped in awe, I looked at him, his face surrounded by terror, his eyes speaking of the wars he lost, his lips trembling, his body tightened by fear. I realized, he was afraid too, he was afraid that he shouldn’t have told me. I suddenly felt wounded. I was wounded in his battle.
I loved someone who could never love me back.
I wanted to tell him, but I simply couldn’t. Because loving him was a luxury I always dreamed of. And, I was happy with that. So, I replied, “I know how you feel.” and walked silently with him in the shadow of the moonlight to a place I didn’t want to go. For I loved him, and sadly I still do.
—  the-story-teller-6  {Rakhi Nasir}
The heart beat

It happened again. The same painful disaster. It was happening everyday, so annoying, so unendurable. And to think, everything was so peaceful and nice for Bendy and Boris only a little while ago. Their lives were perfect, they didn’t have anything to worry about and have nothing to fear. Until Bendy got that illness. Everything changed for them both. Now instead of having fun and living their lives they had to put their effort into finding the lost items for the machine in order to save Bendy from all of this pain, and at the same time dealing with those two guys who were out to end them. This all has became an unbearable daily routine for both of them. Especially for Boris. Bendy wasn’t really worried for himself as much as for his bro, who didn’t have anyone else other than him. The older was trying not to pay too much attention to his condition and stay positive to not make his bro too anxious, and Boris also was trying not to think about it too much. At first it wasn’t too hard, but as this keeps happening more and more, Boris just couldn’t ignore it anymore. He was being really stressed and scared, even though he was trying hard not to show it off and not think about it. But this time that was exactly what he was doing, thinking about it. He was sitting on the grass, gazing at his beloved brother who was sleeping peacefully, lying his head on his shirt that he took off a moment ago when the pain attack kicked in again. This time, it seems to be worse than usual.

It was already late evening, but they were both still peppy and were still walking. Suddenly, Bendy curved with a painful groan, falling down while gripping to his stomach. Boris instantly ran towards his brother to help him. Bendy was shaking like crazy, he could barely make any sounds other than just squeaking, felt like something was blocking his breath. At one point, he just fell to his brother’s arms with no sound or movements. Boris started to freak out as he realized that Bendy was no longer trying to breathe, he wasn’t breathing at all! His panic level was increasing as the older one was still unconscious, he tried to pat him softly on the cheek but he was still not moving. Boris could no longer control himself, he started screaming and crying loudly as he was shaking his brother.
“BENDY!! BENDY, NO! COME ON! WAKE UP!! STAY WITH ME PLEASE!!!!” desperately pleaded Boris. Fortunately, the luck was on their side again. After few minutes, Bendy opened his eyes, taking a deep breath and started to cough constantly. He pulled his hand to his throat as a  stream of black liquid flowed down from his mouth to the ground. After that, he took a relived breath and lied on Boris’s lap. The pain was gone.

Bendy seems to be much better now. But not Boris, he was still terrified after what just happened, for a moment there, he actually thought that everything was over…and seems like Bendy was getting ready for that. For the last few days, Bendy was pushing his young brother much harder to be independent and self-capable. And that was showing the fact that he was ready to give up and die, or at least that’s what Boris thought. And  he couldn’t stand that thought. The thought of losing the one person he loved, the thought of never get to see his smile, hear his voice, never get to hug him, listen to his teaching or just goof around with him. And what will he do without Bendy? Where will he go? He could still try to find and fix the machine on his own, but what is the purpose if he already lost his beloved one? All of those thoughts were causing him a headache. His eyes started to tear up.
No… he is strong enough… he’s not gonna leave me… I know he won’t” silently sobed the young wolf while wiping his eyes.
He looked at his brother, who was still sleeping like a little baby. Boris slowly crawled next to him, trying to be as quite as possible to not wake him up. He seems so pacified, like he never got any deadly diseases. Boris moved his sight to Bendy’s exposed chest that was lowering and rising because of his breathing. He moved his head closer and placed his ear on it.

“Ba bump…” a quiet and pleasant sound is what he heard. The sound of a beating heart, his brother’s  heart.  The sound of life that he valued more than anyone else’s.  It was such a satisfying sound, just listening to that slow beat made Boris so relaxed. All the heavy thoughts were gone, all the worries been drawn away, all that he was thinking now is that his bro was still there, he was still alive. This fact was giving him hope that at one day, all of this pain and suffering would be over, and they will go back to those wonderful times when they could live peacefully with reasons to be nervous or scared.

Boris got carried away so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t realized how he lied down completely on his bro’s chest. He was brought back to reality when someone’s hand gently caressed his forehead.

“Boris, could you get up? You’re too heavy…” Bendy’s soft voice broke the silence. Boris instantly got up nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“Sorry…” he said with a soft smile.

“What were you even doing?” the other asked.

“Nothing… I just wanted a hug!” childly answered Boris.

“*Yawn* you’ll get your hug tomorrow… I’m very tired…” wearily said Bendy as he flipped over to another side. “You should go to sleep too, it’s really late…”

“Okay” Boris lied down on his back next to Bendy, gazing upon the night sky. He felt much more confident about completing their quest. Only positive thoughts from now on, whining won’t get them nowhere. Other people deserves to be saved too, no one has to go through all this. Being with those who you love is the biggest treasure, and Boris was determined to keep his treasure. Forever.
“Good night Bendy! I love you ~” said Boris as he closed his eyes and start falling asleep.
“Mhmn… love you too, bro…” Mumbled Bendy through his sleep.
Tomorrow is a new day, new challenges to deal with, and new progress to make.

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Hello there! i’ll be frank, it’s not my first time writing fics, but it is my first sibmission to you!

sorry if there any mistakes i haven’t notice, English is not my first language (plus i’m pretty sure i’ve cheked everything) (⇀‸↼‶)

i fell in love with your AU and it gave me an idea for this “masterpeaceofshit” XP

i also wanna use this oppertunity to tell you dat you are my very favorite artist! your ideas and drawing are stunning and they always inspire me! thank you so much for sharing your work with us Rouge, u da best! (= ̄ω ̄=)

fic by katethepeach

art by Rouge

Okay, but can we please acknowledge and appreciate that the finale couples in that stupid poll are two mlm couples. One of which has an Asian bisexual and the other features a bipolar bisexual (or pansexual - we don’t know how he identifies). Like what a time to live in. Whoever wins the final round we should know that this is amazing.

Frosting and Crushes

Summary: Newt has been distant the past week, focusing only on Tina and their work. You try to strike up conversation with him at dinner, but, after many failed attempts, grow irritated and leave early. Queenie decides to take matters into her own hands.

Word Count: 2,224

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

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You sit at the dinner table with no goal but to enjoy the meal as Queenie flutters around, stirring pots with both her hands and magic. She already denied your offer to help, so you decided to pass the time talking with her. Newt had disappeared somewhere, probably inside the case, and you had immediately decided against a walk when you glanced at the growing grey clouds outside.

Inside is warm and cozy. You’re wearing your favorite gold sweater. The heat from the cooking keeps out the bite of chilly air rattling the windows. Queenie is humming a jazzy tune you’ve never heard before, only stopping to giggle at Jacob’s red face when he bumps into her.

“I’m sorry.” He says as his face turns a shade of tomato red.

“It ain’t a problem, honey.” Queenie doesn’t break a stride. “What is it you’re making?”

You’re pretty sure she asks it for your sake, given the sounds your stomach has been making since he stuck the pastries he’d spent all afternoon making into the oven, and the smell had spread throughout the small room.

“Special strawberry turnovers.”

“What makes them so special?” You ask, raising your voice over the bubbling, clanking, and simmering sounds filling the area.

“They’re my momma’s recipe. Filled with love and one other special ingredient.”

Queenie swings by Jacob with the pot of stew in hand. “I don’t think nutmeg is very secret, honey.” Five bowls float down into their places around the table as Queenie sets the stew in the center.

“I never said –“

“You don’t have to.” She smiles at him and lifts the pot’s lid.

The rich smell wafts over the table to you. You breathe it in, closing your eyes to revel in the memories it brings back. Your mother always made beef stew with potatoes and chopped carrots for special occasions. Mentally thanking Queenie, you slide your chair back and step toward the pot, scooping the stew in until it nearly sloshes out the side. Queenie merely smiles at you and twirls around Jacob.

She resumes her humming. The turnovers mix with the scent of the stew and your mouth waters. The windows shake, generating a beat that Queenie forms her music around. Jacob’s laugh fills the warm room, and your entire world, for once, is at peace.

Your content joy only expands when Newt walks in, messy auburn hair plastered against his forehead from the rain sprinkling outside, giant, beautiful smile stretched across his face. You glance at your stew, fighting the huge smile trying to break upon your face. Queenie kicks you under the table and, when you meet her gaze, lifts an eyebrow. You give a quick nod before staring back down at your food, trying to resist beaming.

The fight becomes much easier when Tina walks in behind Newt, also covered in water, smile upon her face.

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Track-By-Track Guide to 'How To Be A Human Being'

“Life Itself”
This one actually started off as a dark, slow, moody track. Quite insular. But eventually we realized there was a cheekiness to the lyrics that we hadn’t really explored, so we injected a sense of optimism into the music. The character that this track is about is a sci-fi obsessed dude who spends most of his time alone inventing strange things and writing stories about ray guns or looking for aliens on Google maps. We made him a website. But that’s what the chords and sound effects were inspired by. Old sci-fi films/series. I also got a bit obsessed with Lollywood music (music from Pakistani films), and thats where the idea for the drums came from.

“Youth”
The idea for this one came from a story someone told me once. They were telling me about their child, and something awful had happened to them. She was crying—but at the same time the memories that they had from that previous life made her so happy—so she was also smiling. That combination of emotions kind of made me feel like my heart was being ripped apart but also optimistic in a weird way. She had found a way to see happiness in this awful thing that had happened to her. That combination of emotions is what this song is getting at. Have a look at this character’s website, too.

“Season 2 Episode 3”
Everyone knows someone like the character from this song. If you don’t, then it’s you. But there are lots of references to different psychedelic cartoons in this one—sonically and lyrically—including Adventure Time. That show is crazy.

“Pork Soda”
I heard a homeless man talking to someone once and say ‘pineapples are in my head.’ In retrospect, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t actually those words, but I thought it was at the time, and it kind of stuck with me. The opening of the song is meant to sound like you’re outside on the street, and you can hear a group of people chanting this song. The drum sounds are made from old bins and trash pieces of metal I found around the studio. Kind of like those street drummers use. All that is meant to set the scene for the story.

“Mama’s Gun”
I don’t use samples very often. I only like using them if they bring something to the table, aside from just music—a context and a further depth to the actual meaning of the song. This song is mainly about mental health, and I remembered this song by The Carpenters called “Mr. Guder.” It fit the atmosphere musically, while the song “Mr. Guder” itself was about an odd character of sorts, and then on top of that, Karen Carpenter’s story added another dimension to the lyrics. if you don’t know the story, you should look it up. It’s important and very sad, and it started a general social dialogue about mental illness which is to this day still a subject matter that we avoid far too much.

“Cane Shuga”
This is the only track on the record that didn’t start with lyrics and vocal melody. It started with the beat and the heavy drums. I let the beat spin and wrote stream of consciousness lyrics through a vocoder for this one to try to capture a certain mentality you might have when you’re a bit fucked up. When you start speaking what seems like gibberish—but maybe that gibberish is actually quite revealing.

”[Premade Sandwiches]”
This is a spoken word interlude. My favorite word in the album is in this: “McFuck.” It’s something that someone’s gotten at McDonald’s. Here it is used in a sentence: “What the McFuck are you eating?”

“The Other Side Of Paradise”
This is musically my favorite track on the record, I think. The chords are quite bizarre, and there are some mad arrangement and structural things going on. And the beat was super fun to make. It’s gonna be fun live!

“Take A Slice”
This track is about someone with a lot of lust. It’s as sleazy as I’ll ever get in lyrics. But everyone has that inside them somewhere, even if it’s only a tiny bit. And it comes out from time to time. For some people, it’s out all the time.

“Poplar St”
This song is meant to open with a kind of musical/lyrical image of a place. A little guitar hook and a floating vocal line that all seems quite peaceful, but things get more and more twisted as the song goes on. The guitar starts doing weirder things, the music builds tension, and then the whole thing flips on it’s head at the end. And you find that maybe that place isn’t what you first expected it was.

“Agnes”
As soon as I started writing it, I knew it would be the album closer. This is my favorite song on the record. And the saddest song I will ever write.

Paint Me A Picture

(Play Me A Song)

Group: BTS

Pairing: SUGA X READER

Excerpt: “Wait a second,” your eyes had begun to adjust to the poor lighting as you watched Yoongi turn to look at you in interest, “are they still trying to set us up?”

Genre: fluff, teacher au

Length: 1.9k

A/N: draw me like one of your french girls

Originally posted by milky-melon

The staffroom was always quiet on Fridays, the teachers working without pause to complete all of their marking before the weekend for a welcome break. Usually, you would have been finishing off the last of your lesson plans during this time, but the tinny sound of music from headphones was distracting you. You looked across your desk at Yoongi, frowning as he nodded his head to the beat, writing notes on the song.

As an art teacher, you disliked Yoongi mainly because the art and music departments never got on. You had often shared many a heated argument about which subject was better and students would often laugh when they caught you mid-rant during a lesson.

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warmth [oneshot]

[jon x sansa] In which Daenerys realizes that it is in the cold that true warmth lies. 

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Dragonstone was cold.

It was a horrid type of cold, Jon surmised, as the sea raged outside his window. It didn’t help that the waves roiled endlessly, crashing over and over against the island’s cliffs and beaches. The winds were relentless, their howling unforgiving. Dragonstone’s cold was wet, unsettling, violent – he wondered how a man like Stannis Baratheon could have ever called it home.


“You seem uneasy, my lord.” Jon looked towards the door and saw Daenerys Targaryen standing by it. She nodded in his direction as she stepped inside, feeling quite at home to stand beside him as he surveyed the dark horizon.

“Not a surprise, in times like these.” he replied.

“Perhaps what you need is a brief respite.” Daenerys pulled a flagon of wine from the nearby table. She poured them each a cup, and offered one to him. Jon eyed it for a moment.

“Thank you.” He took the cup and nodded. “For the dragonglass, as well. The North will remember your help.”

Daenerys took a sip as a response, and once again silence settled over them. As the wine washed down her throat, she wondered what it was that she went there for. Tyrion had urged for her to get to know this King of the North, to make him feel at ease, to strengthen their relationship as allies. And as she had ascended the steps to his room, she wondered - was the alliance the only thing she wanted?

Maybe.

She studied him as he pondered over his cup. His fatigue was even more visible in the firelight. Scars and lines littered his face. Dark circles remained under his eyes. The wind caressed the furs that hung over his shoulders. They always seemed hunched, as if burdened with an immense, invisible weight. As he pulled another gulp, Daenerys noticed that even mid-drink, his lips were in a permanent scowl.

He was a mystery, she thought. A book she could not read. No other man had stood defiantly against her, without any trace of what it was that he was after. The men in her life were always so easy to read, easy to understand. Whether it was her beauty, affection, power, or name - they all wanted something from her, and they all couldn’t hide it. It had all been too easy to wrap them around her fingers.

But not him.

Daenerys fingered the hem of her sleeve.

Was it only dragonglass that he wanted? Her men? Surely there was something else?

“What was it that your Hand meant,” she started, eyes slowly roving all over him. There was still an air about him that she couldn’t place, even if they had been together for a fortnight. “About taking a knife to the heart?”

“Pay it no mind, Your Grace.” He muttered.

Daenerys took to her wine. “I am certain he wouldn’t have mentioned it if it bore no gravity.”

“It was only a trivial curiosity.”

The winds howled, the waves crashed, but Jon said no more. Daenerys sighed; no matter how warmly she approached him or how much she tried to pry, Jon never replied on the same plane. His replies were always clipped, always barely answering her questions. The topic of the knife-to-heart was one he always evaded. Other than that, she had managed to wean out small bits of information from him – his position as a bastard, as Lord Commander, as King in the North. She foraged for tiny scraps about the Starks – his family, his brothers, his sisters. He’d always dwell on his sisters.

But that was the most she could get out of him. He would always end with a strangely loaded thought, often with ‘I’m not a Stark.’ And quickly, he’d turn the conversation to her, ask about her conquests, and before long she’d realize she had done all the talking.

A beat had to pass before Daenerys had thought of what to ask next. Why was conversing with him so difficult?

“Is it this cold in the North?” she tried. Maybe getting him to talk about home would prove useful conversation.

“Well…” he started. She watched his face transform as he delved deep in thought; she then knew there something was different. His eyebrows furrowed together in frustration. His chest heaved in a heavy breath. He sighed it out and then shook his head slightly, as if dismissing a thought, and brought the cup to his mouth for a sip. But Daenerys could see it - the corners of his lips were turned upward, as if he was suppressing even the smallest of smiles.

“Winds may howl, and snow may fall,” he said. His eyes trailed off to the distance. “But even in the coldest, darkest nights…in Winterfell, there is always warmth.”

-

“If you want to win the Realm,” Tyrion had said, “You have to save it.”

And so, their journey northward began.

They had traveled for more than a month. Three weeks they sailed through rough seas. For almost a fortnight, they rode across Westerosi plains. The dragons would pop in and out of their sight, more likely enjoying their new terrain. It took a lot for Daenerys to stop herself from doing the same, from riding dragonback and going ahead. It also took her a lot to deny that she liked entertaining the idea of Jon riding with her. It was strange, this excitement that had lodged in her stomach.

Over the course of their travels, it became apparent to Daenerys that as the weather grew dourer, Jon became…lighter. There was no other word for it. More words came out of him. He exchanged more looks with Davos. There was even one time that she could swear Davos was smirking at his King, who only (naturally) scowled in response.

It also delighted Daenerys that they could hold better, longer conversations. Not as long as she would have liked, but they were improvements. It pleased her that Jon seemed to be more at ease – but it also worried her that there were times that he looked troubled, deep in thought.

“Do you think he has warmed up to me?” Daenerys found herself asking, surprising Tyrion, who was riding by her side. Her eyes were on the retinue that rode a few meters ahead. She could easily pick Jon out, with his gathered hair and broad, fur-covered shoulders.

“Your Grace?”

“Has he warmed up to me?” she repeated. She looked to her other side, at Missandei, for acknowledgement. “You do know him best, Tyrion. I am just… concerned, of course. We do need this alliance to be fruitful.”

Tyrion gave a noncommittal ‘hmm’ and glanced at his Queen before replying. Missandei held a smile as they rode on. “Don’t be too worried, Your Grace,” amusement laced her Hand’s voice; she wondered at what. “He has looked like that and brooded like that ever since I met him. I believe that how he’s now initiating talk with you is a step forward.”

Daenerys nodded and pursed her lips. It was the best she could do to stop herself from grinning. Queens do not grin. But she couldn’t ignore it, the tension that flooded her nerves at the thought of their partnership – relationship – bearing fruit. This passing fancy she had tried to deny was worth her time, thankfully.

“There it is,” Tyrion said, knocking her out of her thoughts. The snow-covered plains made the looming stronghold stand darker against the grey skies. Where is the warmth in this? Daenerys thought, curious. The cold bit at them as snow fell in flurries, the wind blowing in gusts. She had half the mind that Jon must have been jesting.

But as they caught up with his retinue, dread pulled at her stomach. In the dull winter sun, Jon’s eyes glinted with yearning, trained on the holdfast that was his home.

“Winterfell.”

 

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The horns sounded. The gates creaked. The snow stifled the rhythm of their horses; Jon briefly wondered if the loud beating of his heart would be a sufficient replacement.

Fool. Jon bit back a chuckle and sighed. Only a fool would be this excited to come home to where the real war was.

“Is anything the matter?” Davos had finally asked, once they were well away from earshot. They were still quite a few ways away from Winterfell. “We’ve achieved quite a lot, but it doesn’t seem that way to you, Your Grace.”

That always takes some getting used to. Jon shrugged as he held onto his horse’s reins. “It all just takes a toll on me. This war, being king – I’m not made for it.”

“On the contrary,” Davos had smiled. “You bear it quite well.”

He was met with a heavy sigh – a Jon signature, Davos had noted.

“Might I offer some advice?” He had peered at his king. Jon had nodded.

“I always believe it’s good to allow yourself even a small reward,” Davos had said. His words were a welcome comfort in the cold. “There will always be problems to face, troubles to overcome. But those small rewards you give yourself may very well be the fuel you need to keep going.”

Jon had glanced at his Hand. Could he really allow himself those small rewards, in the midst of this war? Is it not selfish of me to want such a trivial thing?

The discomfort steeped in his mind as they cleared the forest. It grew as the castle formed in the horizon. By the time their horses tore through the powdered plains, it was stifling. Heavy. Suffocating. His heart beat quickly, laboring against an unfounded pressure in his chest.

Can I not want such a small reward?

 

The horns sounded. The gates creaked. The snow stifled the rhythm of their horses. Jon’s heart pumped blood against his eardrums. He didn’t care for the Queen he was escorting, the dragons that were nowhere to be seen, the trailing foreign army that he longed to leave. As his steed galloped into the courtyard, his eyes could only search for what he had left behind.

Jon slid off his horse and searched the ramparts. His men, Wildling or not, milled in to see the arrival of their king. They lined the courtyard and stood still in respect. Nothing good comes of a Stark who ventures South, they said, but there he was.

No, he thought, as a true smile broke on his lips. Here we are.

 

First came Arya. She had grown maybe twice her size the last time he had seen her. It warmed his heart to see his gift, Needle, hanging off her hip. She had tried to compose herself in front of the crowd, of their people, but she still broke into a run and launched herself at him.

Next was Bran. He sat on a wheeled chair, silent, observing, but there was a tiny bit of warmth in his eyes as Jon embraced him. Tears nearly brimmed Jon’s eyes – he never thought he’d see Bran again.

As he let go of his younger brother, Jon eyed the ramparts. He had a lot of questions for his siblings, but there was another matter that needed his attention.

Small rewards, the phrase repeated in his head as he looked for her fire-colored hair, the tinkling of her chains, the trails of her dress. He turned around, searching, anxious as joy and guilt clashed inside him, as violent as Dragonstone’s seas.

Please -

As the rest of their party filed into Winterfell, he saw her. Bright red against the greys, warm against the cold. Her ice blue eyes bore straight through him, rekindling a warmth in his chest.

“Jon.”


His body moved of its own accord. With a few steps and a rush of furs and leather, she was in his arms, smelling of wood, of parchment, of snow. Of home. Jon let out a breath he didn’t know he held. Joy bested his worry and guilt; it flooded his nerves as he held her close.

Fool, Jon thought, as he tightened his arms around her waist. He felt her breath hitch in her chest, felt her smile against his shoulder. He dared not question the happiness that filled him as she burrowed her face to the crook of his neck. He’ll face his demons another day.

“Thank the gods.” Her prayer was as soft as a whisper.

Jon could only smile as she melted in his embrace. Her weight against him would be the only burden he’d ever be thankful for.

Only a fool would consider this a small reward.

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She was the fire that was to set ice ablaze. She was the beacon that was to tear through the darkness. But as they set afoot Winterfell - the key to her victory - what met her, instead of adoration, was a strange sense of defeat.

Winds may howl, and snow may fall, Jon Snow’s words came back to her as she watched him revel in his reunions. Daenerys swallowed a bitterness that rose up to her throat. The cold dread in her stomach matched the wintry wind, the furious snow.

She held back her breath. There was no time to bother with these trivialities, she told herself, but the loss was hard to ignore. The stillness and serenity of this foreign, northern cold only amplified it. Mocked it.

But even in the darkest, coldest nights…

She could see her, his fire - strong, warm, glowing bright as he held her in his arms.

 

…there is always warmth.


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A/N: It has BEEN A WHILE since I churned out fic! I felt so bad after these leaks, I needed a fix-it fic. Which is like…I don’t know. I just word-vomited 2k, basically. Haha! Let’s fight the good Jonsa fight - it hasn’t officially sunk yet, right? :)  

Here’s My Heart (Part Three)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes
Genre: Neutral/Fluff
Warnings: Nerves
A/N: A huge thanks to @hands1766/@darlingholland for helping me with the playlist!! And thank you to @scooblesnack for recommending the last song I needed for this playlist!! I couldn’t hyperlink it, so just copy and paste the link below into a browser to listen to it.
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Originally posted by parkrpeters

*LISTEN TO PETER’S PLAYLIST HERE: spotify:user:parkersenses:playlist:54oPuLDdS1ihTiK6CUmWir*

Holding the cassette tape with shaking hands, Peter walked through the crowded hallways of Midtown High. The whole day of Friday classes had passed, and everyone was scurrying towards the school doors to begin their weekend. Peter, on the other hand, was searching for you.

The two of you had had multiple classes together throughout the day, and he spoke to you in every one. You sat together at lunch, as always, and Peter still couldn’t find it in himself to give you the mixtape. There was a nagging voice in the back of his mind telling him that you didn’t feel the same way, that you would laugh in his face and walk away if he tried to give you the cassette.

But he was determined to do it now, as he looked every which way for your familiar face. He needed to get it over with now, or he didn’t think he would ever do it. 

You were nowhere to be found. You hadn’t been at your locker, and when Peter checked at his locker, you weren’t there either. He looked in the class he knew you had last, and he was only met with an empty classroom. He was beginning to panic. He wanted to get this done; he needed to get it done.

Peter was still holding the cassette tape, still trembling head to toe. “Ned!” He shouted, walking quickly over when he saw someone who might know where you were. “Have you seen (Y/N)?”

Ned turned around to face him, looking at his best friend, confused at his urgency. “Uh, yeah, actually-”

“Where is she?” Peter cut him off, bouncing on his toes, ready to start running.

“I was gonna tell you, calm down,” Ned said, eyebrows furrowing. “I just saw her heading out the front doors. Wait,” he paused, eyes widening. “Are you gonna do i-”

“Thanks!” Peter said and darted off, not listening to the rest of Ned’s words.

“Good luck!” He heard him yell after him, although Peter couldn’t find it in himself to smile. His nerves were darting rampantly inside him, making everything too hard to concentrate on.

He sprinted his way through the halls, and he didn’t think he had ever felt his life be more on the line than in this moment. He looked around frantically when he arrived near the front doors, although he still couldn’t see you. He sighed, knowing you had already left. He ran through the doors, lightly shoving some other students out of his way. He didn’t listen to their complaints.

A rush of fresh air hit his face when he crashed through the doors, and he breathed deeply, stopping on the stairs to catch his breath. He was still looking around, searching for the deep blue Midtown sweatshirt he knew you were wearing. But so many kids were wearing the same sweatshirt, and he couldn’t seem to pick you out of the crowd.

So he resorted to screaming.

“(Y/N)!” He waited for you to turn around towards him after his scream, and a few kids did turn, but only to stare at him with an odd expression. “(Y/N)!” He screamed again, and he wasn’t sure he had ever been so loud before in his life.

He kept on yelling, and he grew to not care about the stares aimed at him. And when he felt an arm on his shoulder, he whipped around, ready to fight whoever was coming to judge him to his face.

But instead, he broke out into a smile. 

“(Y/N),” he let out a breath, and he watched as you tilted your head at him with furrowed eyebrows. He slipped the mixtape into his pocket gently, not wanting you to see it until the final moment. “What’s going on, Peter? I could hear you from-”

“I need to talk to you,” he interrupted. There was no more time. He had to do it now. “Ned said you were leaving, so, hence the calling your name.”

“Calling my name?” You laughed, now looking at him with fond eyes. “More like screaming.” Peter laughed too, letting his shoulders sag slightly. He needed to calm down if he wanted to do this right.

“I forgot something at my locker, so I went back. What did you need me for?” You continued, and Peter stiffened up again.

“Uh, can we go inside and talk?” He fidgeted when you nodded, and he walked back into the school. You followed him as he made his way into an empty classroom, and he closed the door behind you.

“What is this about, Peter?” You asked, an edge of concern to your voice.

“I, um, uh,” he stuttered. It was finally time, and he didn’t even know how to begin. This had to be perfect.

“We’ve been friends for awhile now, (Y/N). Or, it feels like it, right?” He asked, but when you nodded your head, he didn’t pay attention. He was trying to think of where to go with this. “And I’d like to think that, that we’ve grown close since, since then,” and he shook his head. This was sounding much too cliché for someone like Peter Parker.

“Look, (Y/N),” he sighed when he looked up from the ground to see the worried look on your face. 

“Peter?” You said slowly, quietly.

He pulled the cassette tape out of his pocket carefully, holding it in both hands. He forced himself not to shake. “This is for you,” he nearly whispered. He didn’t give it to you just yet, still looking at it.

“Um,” he continued, now looking up at you to see your eyes the widest he was sure they had ever been. “Here’s my heart, basically,” Peter said, laughing slightly at himself. 

This was the final moment. 

He held the mixtape out to you, taking one last look at the message he left on the front of the cassette in black sharpie before you took it into your hands.

“And you’re holding it in your hands, so just, try to be gentle,” he tried to joke, but he couldn’t have been more serious. He still gave you a soft smile, the one he only reserved for you. “Just listen to everything on it. And I think you’ll know what I’m trying to say.”

And he took a step backwards towards the door, watching as you stared down at the message he left for you. But he saw you nod, so he turned around and walked out of the door, letting out a heavy breath with his heart beating rapidly.

And when he glanced back before the door closed behind him, he saw you still looking down at the cassette, but a smile now forming on your face.

(Y/N),

Do you like science? Because I’ve got my ion you.

Love, Peter

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Alright well I was planning on ending it for part three, but I guess I’ll do another part?? Would anyone actually like another part?? Please let me know what you think of this one!! Requests are open :)

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We Are Young: Chapter 13

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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“Absolutely not.”

“Coach Weylan-”

“We are not changing your routine with just a month before Nationals. No.”

Honestly, that was a pretty tame reaction compared to the one Aelin thought she would get. Weylan hadn’t thrown anything across the ice at least, so that was a plus.

She had expected resistance. She knew she couldn’t just step on the ice, tell her Uncles she was doing a whole new routine for Nationals, and be done with it. She knew her Uncles - Uncle Weylan wasn’t going to have it.

The hard part wasn’t telling them, it was convincing them.

Though she still wouldn’t call getting yelled at an ideal way to stay an early morning practice.

“We have been working on this routine for a year and a half now,” Uncle Weylan continued. His eyes were stern as they pinned Aelin in place. “We have this routine down perfectly. And you want to throw all of that away?!”

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Club Fighting Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Requester: isthecomet

Prompt: Maybe one where bill got into a fight in the club and you take care of his wounds

Warning: slightlg minor rape attempt if you squint

Originally posted by papatyasevenbirpapatya

Originally posted by theembodimentoflife

You huffed frustratedly as you looked at the two dresses in the mirror. Bill decided to have some fun and take you out to the local club to dance. You weren’t much into drinking or dancing but it was a night with Bill so you didn’t mind.

However the one part was that you couldn’t pick out the two dresses you were holding up. One was tight fitting and black with two crossing straps that showed off your cleavage as it went around the neck and the other was a beautiful shimmering mini dress that reminded you of an ocean had slits up the side.

You held the black one up to your body and examined yourself before doing the same with the other dress. You continuously switched between both but you couldn’t tell which one you should wear.

This was your first time going out to a club too—and you were 26.

Bill came in wearing black pants with a white graphic shirt and black blazer looking young yet elegant as always.

“You aren’t dressed yet?” He teased.

“I’m stuck between these two dresses.” You said revealing them to Bill.

He stepped closer and looked at them carefully before deciding, “I like the shimmery one. It matches your beautiful personality well.”

Bill pinched your chin and you blushed before leaving his grasp taking your dress into the bathroom. You fumbled with the zipper for a little bit but eventually you got the dress on.

You noticed it had a low scoop top in the front to reveal some of your cleavage and dipped down way low in the back. The sleeves went down to just above your elbow and you slipped on black converses and styled your hair into a braid style.

You put very light makeup on since you didn’t like to wear a lot of that gunk and stepped out to Bill who was sitting on the bed on his phone. When he heard the door squeak open though he turned to look and his jaw dropped.

You looked so beautiful to him, almost as beautiful as the first time he had talked to you. You walked towards him and Bill noticed that when you walked in the light the dress seemed to move like an ocean.

“Do I look okay?” You asked twirling around clumsily since you weren’t exactly a ballerina, much less graceful, but that’s what Bill loved about you.

“Bill?” You asked noticing him staring.

You tugged down at the bottom of the dress self consciously and Bill didn’t close his mouth until he nearly started drooling. He played it off by coughing once into his fist and wiping the drool off of his face with his blazer sleeve.

“Is it bad?” You asked softly.

“N-No not at all. In fact the complete opposite really.” Bill replied definitely eyeing the cut outs showing even more skin.

He reached out and pulled you towards him wrapping his arms around your hips. You blushed as he nuzzled against your stomach.

“Bill! I’m not pregnant!”

“I just love you so much.” He replied before standing up to kiss you tasting your vanilla flavored lip gloss.

“Now c'mon let’s go.” The man said taking your hand and leading you away.

“Let me grab my coat first!”


You arrived to the club and you couldn’t help but shift nervously. This was your first time ever going to a club. As soon as your feet stepped onto the cement you could feel the heavy beat coming from inside already.

Neon lights decorated the sides of the building showing off alcoholic drinks and the clubs name Neon Moon, which was the most highly exclusive club.

“Bill you got us into Neon Moon?” You asked your eyes wide.

“I may have pulled a few strings and got us in.” He replied.

“Thank you so much!” You said giving him a tight hug.

He smiled and kissed your head, “Your welcome baby. Now c'mon.”

Bill gave his keys to the valet before leading you past the line of people behind a velvet rope. Most of them squealed and fangirled loudly making your ears hurt as the gushed and swooned and screamed at their top of their shrill lungs.

You felt a little undressed noticing them all wearing their thousand dollar jewelry well you had on for jewelry was a black velvet choked and a coiled necklace with a star pendant. You weren’t much into the “bling-bling” since you didn’t want to be one of those high maintenance girls that go every week to get botox injected.

You felt self conscious when you noticed several of them were glaring flaming daggers towards you because you were his girlfriend. Bill distracted you though by taking your hand and helping to hurry you past the line.

At the front was a woman who looked like her daddy was a rich millionaire. She had a real diamond crown and bachelorette sash, enough diamond jewelry to weigh as much as a small sized dog, a short and very, VERY revealing diamond coated dress, fake orange tan, enough makeup to make your eyes water, and long ass fake nails that looked like they could gouge someone’s eyes out without trying.

How was she even able to stand on those 7 inch stilettos covered in, of course, diamonds. Bill payed no attention to her and walked up to the the burly guard who looked like he only ate raw steaks and protein shakes daily.

Just standing right outside the door you could feel the thudding even more. You could literally feel the music cause the bones in your feet to rumble with the heavy beat. The bodyguard nodded without Bill or you needing to say anything and unclipped the red velvet rope in front of the door.

Bill waved to his fangirls which caused them to squeal and shriek one last time before he lead you in. You walked down a short hallway before arriving to the actual club. As soon as you entered there was a metal railing in front with two curved stair cases on both sides around it.

Around the sides of the upper floor was tables lit with fluorescent lanterns for people who wanted to dine more than dance. If you went down the stairs you could arrive to the dance floor that was was full of people.

There was a bar on the left and a dj booth up front where a well known dj was playing the sick beats. You awed as you walked over to the railing looking at all the people. Bill grinned and took your hand from the railing leading you down into the dance floor.

Bill quickly joined in dancing and you looked around timidly before dancing along. Gradually you got into it and were laughing as you danced with Bill who was smiling because you were having fun.

You especially looked beautiful under the black lighting so the ocean dress looked more planet or a galaxy themed. Eventually Bill lead you over to the bar and you held your breath noticing the bar tender was smoking.

It was already hot and hard to breath as is but the choking smell of the burning cigarette made you want to run outside to at least get a gasp of air.

“How can I help you?” He yelled over the music blowing cigarette smoke in your direction which you waved away not caring if it was a rude gesture.

“I’ll have a shot of whiskey and the lady would like a Pineapple Sunrise.” Bill said.

He knew you too well. The bartender nodded and walked away allowing you to breath.

“You okay?” Bill asked over the music.

You nodded well pressing your hand to your chest, “Yeah just the cigarette smoke…”

“I understand.” He replied nodding.

The bartender returned with your drinks and you thanked him before taking a sip. You didn’t drink alcohol often so when you did you liked to get ones with barely any or else you’d be on the floor rolling around and giggling like last time.

After you finished your drinks you went back into the dance floor a little buzzed. Well you were dancing you noticed a man at the bar who kept staring at you. Judging by his expensive looking suit was a millionaire who came here often.

“Hey I’m gonna go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” Bill announced before walking off.

You nodded and joined in with a group of older woman who were loud and clearly intoxicated but clearly they did like you. You danced with them for a bit until you felt a hand grab your arm.

You quickly turned around expecting Bill only to see it was the man who’d been eyeing you for the past 15 minutes. You had to admit he was kind of handsome but not as handsome as Bill.

You felt sick noticing him seemingly trace your curves taking in your smooth legs and especially taking interest in how short your dress was. You tried to tug arm away but his grip was tight and he only squeezed harder.

“Let go!” You snapped finally ripping your arm away.

“Sorry baby, but you look mighty fine.” He commented running his hand down your neck.

You slapped him hard enough to cause a few people in the crowd to stare. He chuckled and only grinned, “I like the feisty ones.”

You squeaked as he suddenly pulled you to his chest and you could smell alcohol radiating off of him like week old trash. You gagged and tried to get away but he only grabbed your hand you were shoving his shoulder with and sloppily danced around like he was at a ballroom.

“Let me go!” You struggled before eventually kneeing him straight in the nuts.

“Ow! I love you.” He commented.

You looked around frantically for Bill or at least a bouncer but you couldn’t find anyone. He grinned and you slapped his hands away trying to walk off only for him to pull you back towards him.

“Get away from me you fucking pervert!” You spat.

You noticed Bill coming out of the restroom and frantically called for him which equally just as quickly got his attention. He saw you and noticed the man trying to pull you to his chest.

He stormed over and quickly shouted, “Hey dude what the hell do you think your doing?!”

The millionaire snorted at Bill and replied, “What do you think I’m doing? She’s a might fine bitch.”

You raised your fist about to punch him but Bill stopped you, “C'mon let’s go.”

“Your just gonna leave? Huh? Pussy!”

Bill continued to walk on with you until the man attacked and grabbed Bill by the shoulder before landing a heavy blow to his face. The crowd dispersed and you took a couple steps back yourself nearly tripping over your own feet.

The man grinned feeling victorious but Bill was from Sweden. He revealed his bruised cheek and bloody nose to the crowd before attacking the man as well making them awe as if this was from a movie.

You watched concerned as they fought mostly Bill just trying to protect himself. Eventually the man pushed Bill onto the bar and began to repeatedly punch him in the face. You knew you couldn’t be a bystander anymore.

“GET OFF OF HIM!” You screamed running over and ripped the man off of Bill throwing him onto the floor.

“Bill are you okay?” You asked concerned cupping his face.

His nose was definitely broken and his face was swollen and bruised in some places.

“Yeah I’m fine.” He grunted.

Before you could speak again the drunk man attacked you this time grabbing you by your hair and yanking you away from him and punched you in the face feeling the force itself. Despite how much pain you were feeling you stomped on his foot making him cry out and let you go.

He slapped you and you fell to the floor your cheek bleeding from his ring scratching against it. Bouncers finally arrived just as the man was about to attack you again and tackled him to the ground before man handling him outside.

You stumbled over to Bill and saw he was standing up just fine despite his face being covered in blood and bruises.

“You okay?” You asked again.

He nodded, “Yeah I just think we should head home now.”

“You might wanna wash off though.”

You lead Bill to the women’s bathroom and with a wet paper towel gently helped him clean all the blood off. His nose was thankfully not broken—at least not enough to notice but he did have a few noticeable scratches and bruises on his face.

“Do I still look handsome?” He asked.

“Even if your face gets smashed in you’ll still always be handsome.” You replied kissing his bruised cheek.

He chuckled softly you continued to wipe off the blood knowing when you went home you needed to clean his wounds more throughly.


You had driven the way home since you were sure Bill had a minor concussion and was very obviously in no condition to drive. You had just gotten a minor cut and a bloody nose with a bruised cheek but otherwise you were perfectly fine.

Not so much the same for Bill.

You had to lead him to the bathroom pulling out your first aid kit to address his wounds. You hummed as you carefully dabbed a cotton ball with disinfectant on a small cut on his cheek.

He hissed lightly and squinted but otherwise was mostly quiet which clearly concerned you. When you were bandaging his knuckles you finally asked, “Why are you so quiet?”

“What are you talking about?” Bill asked.

“You’ve been quiet for so long it’s concerning. Do you feel bad for leaving me?”

The man shifted and you could tell you had hit the nail on the head.

“You feel guilty for leaving me?” You repeated.

“Yeah…” He sighed.

After finishing bandaging his knuckles you gently kissed each one making him smile softly, “Why do you feel like your to blame?

"Because when I walked away that predator attacked and…ya know. I lost.”

“Trust me Bill you didn’t lose. Cuz you still got the girl.” You said kissing him on the lips.

He smiled and pulled you onto his lap making you giggle, “That is true.”

He leaned in for another kiss and you accepted. He reached for the back of your dress and you slapped his hands away, “Careful cowboy your already going to be feeling it in the morning.”

“Taking you out the club and seeing you dirty dancing in a sexy dress was so worth it though.”


“(Name) do we have anymore Advil?”

“Told ya you were going to feel your pain in the morning.”

“I didn’t think it’d hurt this bad!”

“Well it does and because you left me now you get to experience the karma.”

“What karma? I saved you.”

“You lost the fight. Well, partially lost.”

“I did it because I love you.”

“Don’t worry baby I love you too~ but we ain’t going out to another club for a while.”

“Ow. Agreed….”

Epilogue: Yaaaaaay I’m done with this request! I know I say this about all my requests but I like this one. I like all of them I’m sorry I can’t pick just one to like XD! Thanx for reading! :D!

Noticed

So this is something I’ve been working on over the weekend. It’s dirty so if you don’t like spanking and dirty talk, this isn’t for you.

WARNING: Mature content

You were being ignored and you were also extremely horny and needy which didn’t go good together. Harry was in the home office doing god knows what and you had barely seen him all day apart from the quick breakfast together this morning and then he had locked himself in those four walls. You had agreed with yourself to give him time to do what he needed and then you would interrupt after a couple hours. You had given him plenty of extra time to deal with business and now you were just growing increasingly impatient by the second. You had checked your emails, read a book, cooked- everything you could think of but nothing could take your mind off the throbbing discomfort between your legs.

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heavydirtysoul is like laying in bed at 3:00 AM, crying, covering your mouth with your hand to muffle your sobs because you can’t stop…

stressed out is like walking around your neighborhood at night during the summer, around midnight, so the moon is out…heavy, hot rain beats down on your back…

ride is like having a birthday party at a young age but none of your friends are able to make it, so you have to pack everything up early and are left with disappointment…

fairly local is like running away from something that’s chasing you, something dangerous. i don’t know what, but like an impending darkness trying to grab at you and you’re trying so hard to escape and running so so fast…

tear in my heart is like being at a loud party with bright strobe lights flashing everywhere and you’re stuck in the middle of a giant, dancing crowd, pushing you back and forth…

lane boy is like being late to class and when you walk in, everybody stares at you like you just committed a huge crime and you go about your day earning hard glares from people you don’t even know…

doubt is like sitting on your bed in the dark, total darkness, with your knees tucked to your chest and your eyes closed with a few tears slowly rolling down your cheeks because you just had a fight with a close friend and there’s no way to fix your friendship…

polarize is like being at a concert and you’re in the front row, the speakers are so loud you can feel your heart vibrating from it, and the band you’re watching is playing your favorite song and you’re so happy…

we don’t believe what’s on tv is like driving around at 3:00 am because you can’t sleep because your thoughts are gnawing at you, trying to drag you down, but you’re just clinging on to one little thing to keep you sane…

message man is like shooting a gun for the first time, you’re first session at a gun range, and you hit the center of the target perfectly and a bolt of joy shoots through you because you’re so proud…

hometown is like hearing the news that someone you loved committed suicide, or just anyone. and then the coping that follows that, the pain of trying to regather yourself after realizing that there really are people that hate their life…

not today is like ending a battle, victorious. you won. it’s gone. it’s over. there’s no need NOT to smile. you’re dancing. you’re crying tears of joy. twirling around in the rain. victory.

goner is like sitting on your knees, so weak, until finally…you’re slowly gaining strength…slowly being able to stand…slowly being able to walk. run. live. you’re alive.