#Melodie Wagner

[seenoversundown]

It's The Most Wonderful Time Of Year

Warnings: Mentions of minor injury, Fluff otherwise!

Word Count: 2.2k

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year - Andy Williams It's the most wonderful time of the year There'll be much mistltoeing And hearts will be glowing When loved ones are near

Daniel POV: 

“Ah, YEP. There it is,” I practically growl as the breaker trips, shrouding my apartment in darkness. 

I should have known better than to try to mash potatoes with a hand mixer when I already have three crock pots plugged in, warming side dishes. 

“Fucking ancient wiring,” I mutter to myself as I rip the plug from the wall before heading into the laundry room to flip the breaker back on. 

The breaker is just the latest bit of misfortune that has derailed my plans for a traditional Christmas dinner. 

First, I severely overslept. Melody and I wanted to wake up at 7:00 to do presents with Iris. Imagine my shock when she strolled into our room at 9:30, questioning why Santa came and we didn't wake her up. 

Then, after we opened our presents and Iris was sufficiently tuckered out and down for a nap, I started preparing for dinner. 

Because I wanted to be fancy, I obviously bought fresh vegetables, which led to me nicking my finger while cutting the green beans.  

After Melody played nurse and left me with one gloved hand, I managed to grab the handle of a pre-heated cast iron skillet with my other hand. Melody was not happy with me when she had to play nurse for a second time in under an hour. 

It had been smooth sailing after that, up until the breaker issue. 

I’m pulled out of my reverie by a tiny hand tugging at the hem of my shirt. 

I look down to see a freshly awoken Iris rubbing her eyes. She lets out a big yawn before meeting my eyes. 

“Can I have juice?” she signs. 

My heart melts as I nod and rush to pull down a Big Girl Cup from the cabinet. I opened the fridge and pulled out the super-special organic apple juice that Uncle Sammy bought for Iris. The glass bottle slips in my hand, but I catch it before it drops. 

HAHA! Not this time!

I pour her juice and hand it over. 

“Be careful,” I ruffle her hair, “Now go play.” 

I look up and see Melody standing in the doorway, watching on with a fond smile on her face as Iris skitters past her. 

She walks into the kitchen and wraps her arms around my middle, “You’re a good dad, Daniel,” she presses a soft kiss to my chest as she nuzzles into my sweater. 

I breathe out a sigh and drop a kiss on the top of her head. 

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” I chuckle, “If stuff keeps going the way it is, I might not even be able to feed our kid tonight.” 

“You’re being a bit dramatic, babe,” she pinches my side, wiggling out of my arms, “It’ll all work out.” 

I pop the turkey in the oven and check my watch. 2:00pm

 Perfect! Everything is back on schedule, and I finally feel like I can take a breath. 

I lean against the counter and feel a smile creep over my face. My dinner is coming along. I can hear the tinkling giggles of my girls coming from the living room. I haven't made too much of a mess in the kitchen. 

I start to put away the dishes I’d left on the drying rack and spot the crystal wine decanter on the top shelf. 

Bingo!

I pull the decanter and two glasses down and glance over the bottles of wine sitting out on the counter, trying to determine which varietal Melody would appreciate most right now.  

Settling on a Merlot, I pour the bottle into the decanter and leave it to open up before venturing into the living room. 

Melody has her back to me, helping Iris change the dress on one of her new dolls, and I tiptoe up behind her. I catch Iris’ eye and bring a finger to my lips, signaling her to be quiet. 

She flashes me a toothy grin and tries, poorly, to hold back her giggles. 

Melody stiffens almost imperceptibly, and I already know she will be faking her reaction for Iris’ benefit. 

Regardless, I continue creeping up and grabbing Melody’s shoulders, gently shaking her in the process. 

“AHHHHH,” Melody drops the doll and lets out an exaggerated shout, “YOU SCARED ME, DANIEL!” 

She whips her head around and gives me a little wink.

Iris giggles again, “That was funny.” 

I grin and waggle my eyebrows at her, “More juice?” 

She nods, holding her cup out for me to take. 

I squeeze Melody’s shoulder again before heading back into the kitchen. 

I fill Iris’ cup with more apple juice, diluting it with water. I can’t have her getting an upset tummy on Christmas. Then, I pour some wine into one of the glasses and carry both back into the living room. 

“Thought both of my girls might be thirsty,” I say as I pass the wine to Melody. 

“You thought right, my love,” she grins. 

Iris’ eyes flit between us for a moment, “play with me?” 

And how can I say no to that? 

An hour and a half later, I’m back in the kitchen checking on our slowly progressing dinner. 

Turkey is coming along perfectly. The sides are looking good. I’m incredibly proud of the way I’ve turned this day around. 

Since we’re in the home stretch, I finally decided to pour myself a glass of wine. 

As I reach for the decanter, it slips from my grasp and shatters into a million little pieces. Merlot paints nearly every kitchen surface: the walls, the floor, the fridge, everywhere. 

“FUUUUUCK,” I scream at the top of my lungs. I’ll be shocked if we don’t get a noise complaint from one of the neighbors. 

I hear footsteps walking up the hallway.

“Please stay out of here. There’s glass everywhere,” I grind out through clenched teeth.

“I’m slipping on shoes, then I'm coming to help you,” Melody replies. 

We clean up silently; I’m on sweeping duty while Melody comes behind me with the mop. 

I finally set the broom down, confident I had swept up all the tiny crystal shards. 

“This day keeps getting worse,” I sigh, and Melody pats my arm, “I’m going to text Josh to see if he wants to come get Iris until dinner’s finished. At this point, I’m worried that my bad luck will rub off on her, and she’ll be the next victim of some inexplicable accident.” 

“Okay, big guy,” Melody lets out a small laugh, “I’m sure Josh would be happy to hang out with her solo.” 

Thirty minutes later, I let Josh in. Iris has practically been vibrating with excitement since we told her Uncle Josh wanted to see her. 

“Where’s my favorite little girl?” is the first thing out of his mouth as he steps over the threshold. 

“Well, hello to you too,” I say, rolling my eyes. 

“Oh, forgive me. HELLOOOOOOOO DANNY!” he claps back immediately,  “Now, where is she? Quinn and I have a whole afternoon planned for Iris, and that's more important than your ego.”

“Jesus, dude,” I say, rubbing my chest in mock hurt. 

“I’m just being honest,” he flashes a massive grin at me. 

“Well, thank you so much for your honesty,” I roll my eyes again, “Melody’s helping her get ready. Now, I know I don't need to tell you how to take care of her. Buuuuut, bad luck has been plaguing me all day. So, be extra careful with her.” 

“Gotcha, gotcha. I’ll be on the lookout for any falling pianos or trap doors,” it’s Josh’s turn to roll his eyes. 

“I know you're making fun of me, but with the luck I’ve had today, nothing would shock me at this point,” we share a laugh that’s interrupted by a bundled-up Iris rocketing herself into Josh’s legs. 

I watch as he quickly scoops her up and spins her around before setting her back down. 

“Ready to go, Petal?” he asks Iris with a cheesy grin. 

The second she nods her affirmative, they're out the door. 

Unfortunately for me, not even a minute after they’ve left, the smoke detector starts going off. I sigh for the trillionth time today and head back to the kitchen. 

Walking through the doorway, I see Melody standing in front of the open oven. She’s using an oven mitt to fan smoke away from the turkey. 

“Babe, stop. It's fine,” I start, “we both know that Christmas dinner is pretty much fucked at this point. Just turn the oven off.” 

I lean against the counter and hang my head in my hands, ultimately defeated. 

“It’s okay, babe. I have a plan!” Melody says as she takes my burnt Turkey out of the oven, trying to keep my spirits high. 

I fight the urge to scoff as I watch her open the freezer and pull a Pyrex dish out. 

“What's that?” I eye the dish in her hand. 

“It's a lasagna, Daniel. I always keep one on backup,” she grins at me, dimples on full display, “I know it's not traditional, but who’s gonna be mad about pasta?” 

“You’re a genius, dear,” I gently kiss her temple. 

She shrugs off my praise, “HA! No, not a genius. Just a mother. Moms always have to have at least three backup plans ready.” 

Melody greets our first guests at the door as I put the finishing touches on everyone’s place settings at the table. 

I vaguely hear them laughing together as I walk into the kitchen to add one final layer of cheese to the top of the lasagna. 

“Please make yourselves at home,” I can hear the genuine smile in Melody’s voice, “Daniel is likely in the kitchen if you want to go harass him.” 

The goofiest laugh follows her statement, and I know it’s Sam and Willa. 

“Oh, Daaaaaaaniel,” Sam calls out as he pops his head in the doorway, “it smells phenomenal in here, but nothing like turkey.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Last minute change of plans,” I reply flatly. 

“Josh texted me earlier and told me you were being a ‘Drama Queen,’” he adds air quotes before quirking a brow, “but I didn't assume you’d throw in the towel, buddy.” 

“Oh, get bent, Sammy,” I threw the towel draped across my shoulder at him.

He whips his head around, facing Willa, “Did you see that, Birdie? The fucker proved my point.” 

“I think it's lovely that you were able to solve your own problems, Danny,” Willa adds before smacking Sam across the chest with a smirk, effectively shutting him up. 

They make their way to the living room as our other guests show up. 

Jake and Charlotte show up next, popping in for a quick hello, not wanting to distract me. 

Obviously, Josh, Quinn, and Iris are the last ones to show up. 

“Oh, Iris just got so distracted playing. Sorry, we’re late.”

“That line doesn't work on me, Josh,” I let out a laugh, “I know you. You can't blame my kid for your chronic lateness.” 

“I resent that, Danny. I always arrive precisely when I mean to,” Josh scoffs indignantly. 

“Well, why don't you arrive in the living room and tell everyone dinner’s almost ready?” 

I lock eyes on Charlotte as I set the final dish on the table. 

Her eyes flit across the table, and the confusion on her face grows as she mouths the name of each dish she sees. 

Mashed potatoes, green beans, rolls, LASAGNA?

Jake is patting her thigh comfortingly as he holds back laughter. 

I see her confusion mirrored on everyone else as I look around the table. 

Jake pulls himself together long enough to break the silence, “Wow! What a delightful array of food you have for us, Danny Boy! You even have rolls!” 

“Hey! I put garlic butter on them, asshole.” 

“Oh, then, by all means, they belong. Not a single thing out of place here.” 

That gets a round of laughs from the entire table. 

“Yeah, Danny,” Quinn starts, “I’m not trying to be mean, but wasn't this supposed to be a traditional dinner?” 

“Now, Bug, who can really say what ‘traditional’ means,” Josh ponders. 

“Ya know what, thank you, Josh,” I nod in his direction. 

“Oh, I’m not trying to help you, Danny. I’m just getting philosophical.” 

“Okay, everyone,” I pinch the bridge of my nose, “After the day I had, I’d like to see you come up with something better.” 

Melody nods with me as she opens a bottle of wine and passes it to Sam, “He really did have the most unfortunate string of luck. You all are lucky we even have dinner at all.” 

I grab her hand and gently kiss her knuckles in thanks as everyone finally tucks into their meals. 

“I do have a question,” Charlotte whispers, setting her fork down. 

I nod for her to go on. 

“What happened to the decanter we got you for your engagement party? This seems like a perfect time to use it.”

I let out the loudest groan, “I love you, Charlotte, but please never ask me that question again.” 

“It’s a sore spot for him,” Melody pats my hand, “I’ll tell you later.” 

“So, on that note,” I say, gesturing for everybody to start eating, “Merry Christmas, everyone.” 

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[daisyachain]

The nature of time is that (culturally) Christian Euro/Anglo colonial consumers (hereafter white ‘people’) fetishize the idea of being ‘close to nature’ or ‘primitive’ or ‘savage’ and latch on to the idea that there are groups of people in the world who are somehow bestial or who have some kind of special powers from holding animist beliefs/beliefs that acknowledge the body as opposed to the Christian belief that the body is a kind of useless appendage to a person. We see this across decades from the 19thC to today in the racist fetishization of indigenous people across the globe, particularly residents of the Americas, Australasia, and southern/eastern Africa.

White consumers use a warped conception of other cultures to live out the fantasies that the Christian soul/body stuff engenders. You keep getting told that your emotions and physical sensations are the devil’s work? You want to get in touch with those physical sensations, but you don’t want it to interfere with your worldview? Simply project them on to a convenient group of people with slightly different conventions from you. Imagine how cool it would be to be 100% physical sensation (especially those pesky violent and/or sexual urges) and no mental burden, then unleash that in a way that causes millions of deaths worldwide via the dehumanization of entire nations of people just trying to live their lives. White consumers love a Proud Warrior Race Guy.

Flash forward to the 2010s, it’s generally considered impolite to spread the same propaganda that justified the genocide and dispossession of many different groups of people. However white culture hasn’t changed that much and normal human activities still need to be explained away to maintain the veneer of white intellectualism that has been used to justify white violence for years and years. You can’t just stomp around and clap your hands and dance badly, you’ve got to project it somewhere else.

But wait! There’s a community of people considered ‘tribal’ and ‘savage’, considered violent and bestial, who were never colonized! It’s…the Norse. Fetishizing early medieval North Sea raiders can’t be cultural appropriation, see, they’re white! It’s not offensive to replace an entire culture with white (male) ideas of what’s cool if that culture is totally unassociated with colonizer stereotypes and is in fact a culture of colonizers!

And that’s my theory on why there are so many Norse-inspired folk bands/video games/tv shows/memes/literally anything in the 2010s. VSaga not counted because that manga has been running since 2003 and is actually well-researched and comes out of a culture with a similar but distinct tradition of racism. The Euro storytelling tendencies of needing some kind of violent avatar have taken on ye anciente Norseman now that people care a little bit about the gallons of blood used to sketch other ethnic stereotypes. Done and dusted. Except the other side is that the fetishization of early medieval Norse culture is literally just white supremacist 101 and a lot of artists don’t step around that nearly as carefully as they should

#it’s the old saw about rammstein being constantly talked up by American nazis because they can’t speak German and having to write a song #called ‘links 2 3 4’. asscreed/the northman/vikings tv/wardruna/god of war/whatever are fairly harmless cosplay activities #but taken together it’s like. where is the line between condescending cosplay fetishization (not great but whatever) and the sort of #idealization/valorization/historical erasure that plays into white supremacist rhetoric #after all—look at where we get a lot of pop culture viking imagery from: it’s Wagner #kelsey rambles #this is a long bad post about me having Spotify as blocked on my work computer and playing some faun and then letting the radio take away #praying and wikipedia-ing that it doesn’t take me to some dogshit nazi band along the way #which YouTube recs have done repeatedly. it’s a fucking cesspool out there in the metal/neofolk world #I also keep thinking back to Faun (neofolk forerunner) saying explicitly that they use central/south asian melodies and tonalities #the whole medieval folk aesthetic thing is a cobbled-together vibe that was created by 19thC romantics and 20thC fantasy writers #i just feel like there should be more of an…acknowledgement of artifice to ward off the nazis #I like neofolk music. I love vinland saga. I enjoy mountain scenery and stories of sea raiders. #would love to be able to enjoy it without looking over my shoulder all the time

[like-a-woman-in-a-dream]

I recorded this at the Rosemont show earlier this month. I love Josh's voice in this. Enjoy!

#greta van fleet #gvf #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #danny wagner #jake kiszka #unchained melody #i am obsessed with this #starcatcher #i made a soundcloud account just to post this lmao

[vettelsvee]

FIRST VICTORY (PART 2) | Sebastian Vettel

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history series season 1: part 1 | part 2.1 | part 2.2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

summary: seb and di wake up together after spending the night in di's hotel room speaking and getting to know each other more. rumors start going around the paddock about both of them being something, and people start making theories about that... including hanna, sebastian's girlfriend.

word count: 7050

warnings: translated german. race strategies that might not seem accurate but i tried my best. sexism, lots of sexism. bad language, curse words. mentions of sex and cheating. seb being a man; everyone being the man (friendly reminder that whatever you read here is fiction, and nothing that happens here or how characters act is real)

taglist: [@theseerbetweenus @annewithaneofthegreengable @vincentvanshoe] if you wanna be tagged in each part just tell me in the comments <3

¡! you can read the fanfic as diana or y/n, but the faceclaim will always be my girl emma stone :)

feedback is truly appreciated!

September 14th 2008

Italian Grand Prix Autodromo Nazionale Monza

Sunday

A buzzing sound echoed over the wood of one of the nightstands, followed immediately by an annoying melody that cut off after a few seconds.

Diana, still immersed in the dream she had where both her sister and her were attending a Grand Prix as Fernando Alonso and Jenson Button's partners, abruptly opened her eyes. She didn't recall the time she fell asleep, but she was aware that Sebastian did so before her.

Paling at the thought of the German sleeping next to her, she blinked rapidly, hoping to discover that everything was part of the alternate reality she lived in during her short night.

Realizing she couldn't move, she turned as much as she could, surprised by the scene not only in front of her but also of which she was part of. Sebastian laying beside her, arms wrapped around her as if he didn't want to let go. His hair was completely disheveled, and his mouth was slightly open, letting out occasional snores. The Austrian blushed and tried to prolong the moment, but a flash of light from Sebastian's mobile phone interrupted.

Once again, the ringtone filled the room.

"Seb, wake up, please," the blonde began, pushing him gently to awaken him. "You're getting a call, and I won't be the one to answer."

All she received from the driver were drowsy grunts and a request for five more minutes of sleep. The girl, a bit fearful and curious about whether it was someone important, approached the device and saw the name Hanna on the screen.

Hanna, Sebastian's friend. The one he stood up after the press conference.

Would a friend call you at eight-thirty in the morning on a Sunday? Shouldn't she be at church, studying, or something like that?

"Sebastian," Wagner whispered firmly into the blonde's ear, "Hanna is calling you."

The news seemed to surprise the boy, who quickly bounced out of bed, answering the call. Diana could see desperation in him but chose not to ask where he was heading when he took the phone in his hands and left the room, closing the door firmly behind him.

Sebastian ran out, head down in case anyone from the media recognized him. Hanna had called him twice, and he didn't answer either time, so he assumed she would be worried. He didn't want to imagine how she'd react if she caught him sleeping in his his new friend's hotel room...

No, he hadn't done anything wrong, so he shouldn't panic.

"Hello, Hanna!"

The German greeted his girlfriend, trying to sound as calm as possible, aware that the attempt was in vain. At the same time, he kept moving constantly through the corridors of the third floor.

"Hello, sweetheart! It took you a while to wake up today, right?" Prater replied sweetly, sensing her guy's nervous breathing. "Is something wrong? You sound a bit tense."

"No, no. I just went to bed a bit later than usual preparing some strategies with Alex for today's race," he explained, briefly altering what had actually happened. "I overslept, and they're about to close the buffet, so you might hear me a bit muffled."

Hanna, despite trying to believe her boyfriend, wasn't entirely convinced. She had known Vettel since they entered school. She could tell when something bothered him, especially when he lied. She would venture to say that this was one of those moments when Sebastian preferred to put on a mask and play the actor, as he did every weekend when he had to race.

That was what she liked least about her boyfriend being a Formula 1 driver, and it had become one of the reasons she didn't attend his races, along with the privacy they, especially her, wanted to maintain.

"Are you sure you're okay, Seb?" the German insisted. "Are you worried about today's race, or is there something else?"

"The race is the least of my worries, liebe," he quickly responded, trying to steer the conversation away from that topic. "I'm just nervous because the expectations on me are very high, and I don't want to disappoint anyone. I have so much on my mind right now..."

And that was true. Not every day did you race from your first pole position. Nor did you wake up in a girl's bed, holding her as if your life depended on it, especially when she wasn't your girlfriend and you had only known her for a few months.

The German sighed over the phone, knowing that if her boyfriend was nervous, there was no way to get him to talk. He tended to keep a lot of his feelings to himself, and this seemed to be one of those moments.

"Okay, but if you need to talk or anything, you know I'm just a call away," the girl said affectionately.

"I know, Hanna," Seb replied gratefully. "Don't worry, really. I promise if I win, I'll dedicate you the victory."

Prater accepted her partner's words though she knew something was amiss. Avoiding a conflict, she decided to move on without making a big deal out of it, discussing other matters such as his upcoming return home, whether he felt like going to the movies when they met again and, especially, when they would visit the apartment they had planned to buy in Berlin and liked so much last month.

Throughout the call, Seb tried to stay calm and, especially, forget about the great night he had spent with Di. He knew he had nothing to worry about because he hadn't done anything wrong, but the feeling of guilt for partially hiding the truth from Hanna didn't disappear, no matter how hard he tried.

His girlfriend wouldn't make a scene if she found out, but he was fully aware that it would hurt her because there was nothing she wanted more at that moment than to be there, in Italy.

With him.

Finally, after a few more minutes of conversation, the couple decided to end the call. As soon as he hung up the phone and put it in the back pocket of his pants, Sebastian quickly returned to Diana's room. She welcomed him with tiny spots of partially applied foundation all over her face, especially under her eyes. Their eyes met, and they couldn't help but smile at each other with a hint of shyness.

"We should hurry, Di. We can't waste too much time."

Vettel smiled at the girl and immediately entered the room to see if he had left anything behind. Diana still stood at the door, a bit embarrassed and, let's face it, confused by the pilot's behavior. She simply watched him while he carefully checked if he left anything. She didn't know if it was because of the race, the call from that Hanna person, or the night they had spent together, but the blonde felt the tension running through the guy in front of her.

"Everything okay?" she asked, finishing applying simple makeup while her gaze followed the German's movements. "You seem... I don't know... strange? You usually make jokes at all hours, but today it seems like you've had thirty coffees."

"Yes. Everything is... fine," the blonde replied, although Diana knew his words didn't convey sincerity, especially. "It was just a call from my friend Hanna. Nothing important for you to worry about."

You're acting as if this Hanna is more than just a friend so yes, I should be worried, thought the girl to herself, knowing there was more to that explanation. Even though she wanted to know more, she decided it was best not to press the guy. If he wanted to share something with her, he would do it when he felt comfortable.

"Are you ready to go?" Sebastian asked to change the subject.

"Yes, of course," Diana assured. "While you were on the phone I went down to the buffet and brought you something to eat," she pointed to some plates on the desk with croissants, cold cuts, some seasonal fruit, and two coffees. "I didn't know what you liked, so I chose a variety within your strict diet," she laughed. "I know you like to be calm before a race, and you wanted to leave already, but you should eat something before you go," the girl explained seriously. "I don't want you to leave with an empty stomach."

Sebastian laughed at the childish tone the blonde used while touching his stomach shyly. It reminded him of his mother when he was a bit younger, forcing him to eat before any karting competition.

Nodding in gratitude, the young man took a piece of pastry and filled it with a slice of mortadella. He took his coffee and sat on the bed, trying not to stain anything and eating more slowly than usual for someone in a hurry. Diana sat next to him, with a small glass in her hand filled with the same drink he was having.

"Aren't you eating anything? Do you want a piece? I can share with you. This is way too much for me" he offered, making a motion to cut his breakfast in half.

The girl shook her head and hands, thanking the driver for his offer.

"I already ate something downstairs before," Diana declared with a not very convincing sound. "Anyway, I wasn't very hungry."

Sebastian continued devouring his croissant as if his life depended on it. It seemed he was hungrier than he initially thought because he ended up eating the remaining loose pieces of cold cuts and even an apple and some peach slices. Diana seemed to have read his mind, even though she didn't want to admit it initially.

"Now we really should go, Di," Vettel said, getting up quickly and picking up everything from the belated breakfast. "If we keep delaying, Franz is going to kill me, and Alex, you."

"Do you think Fiori would be capable of killing me?"

Sebastian Vettel smiled at the girl as he put on his coat and took the belongings the girl usually carried with her.

"You have no idea what that man would be capable of, Di," he said, avoiding eye contact at all costs. "But you can't imagine what I would do to prevent that at all costs."

[…]

The journey to the circuit felt longer than the return to the hotel the previous day. This time, there was no soothing rain in the background, no blasting radio with Coldplay music to unwind and drift away. The only thing piercing the ears of Diana and Sebastian was the sound of the car engine, filling the silence within the vehicle.

Well, that and the cheers of thousands of fans waiting outside the circuit, hoping to catch a glimpse of their favorite drivers speeding by in a car. Well, and also photographers, journalists and anyone eager to extract interesting information or, which was the same, create chaos.

As flashes from cameras began to burst, reflecting on the car windows, Sebastian paled, knowing that what would come out of there wouldn't be good. Diana didn't know what to do. Anxiety attacked her gradually until it became almost unbridled. She had never experienced anything like it and she wasn't enjoying any part of the experience. As she watched Vettel rummage through the belongings he seemed to have in the glove compartment, she focused on taking deep breaths and exhaling slowly. She had had so many anxiety attacks since her early teenage years that she knew exactly what to do and how to do it to calm them as quickly as possible, even though it didn't make them easier to endure.

Fans, upon seeing the pole man arrive, started screaming uncontrollably, making it impossible for Sebastian and Diana to hear each other.

"What's going on? Could you tell me what you're doing, Vettel?"

The blonde raised her voice as much as she could so that the German could distinguish what she was saying. However, he didn't utter a word and continued searching for the unknown until he pulled out a pair of sunglasses, which he hurriedly handed to Diana. Slowly, they were entering the lion's den, and the blonde was aware that if he didn't do anything to remedy it, rumors would start spreading like a pandemic.

"Put this on, please."

Sebastian's face pleaded for mercy. Wagner, who understood nothing of what was happening and even less the mystery the driver had in his hands, just made a disgusted face.

"I'm not putting that on," the girl clarified. "So, don't even think about forcing me to."

"Di..."

The entrance to the paddock parking was getting closer and, with it, the possibilities of getting into trouble. The Austrian persisted, trying by all means to get Sebastian to drop that idea, who became fed up and a bit enraged.

"For God's sake, Diana!" he shouted, still trying to remain calm. He couldn't risk his relationship with Hanna that way, especially for going to a race with a friend, only that the friend was a girl. "I've met journalists in the hard way and I don't want you to become their invention of me hooking up with a girl and then brought to the race, okay?"

Relaxation exercises weren't working at all and, more than anxiety, what Diana was feeling at that moment was pure panic. The feeling of claustrophobia was growing, and if before she felt like she was suffocating, now she was sensing her death right there if no one hurried to help her.

Drawing strength from where she didn't have it, she took those glasses and put them on, lowering her head. Sebastian was right: a girl seen with a driver became the subject of rumors that they had hooked up and brought to the race. Diana Wagner was much more than a mere sex toy, although at Toro Rosso people thought otherwise.

The blinding lights passed quickly until they faded along with the cheers and chants. They had finally entered the private parking of the circuit, exclusively reserved for drivers, demonstrating the amount of security gathered in one place.

Diana hurriedly got out of the car, needing to breathe some fresh air even though they were underground. Sebastian spent a few seconds staying inside the car, trying to calm down from the madness they had experienced, and above all, hoping they hadn't taken a photo of him with his companion with enough quality to cause a sensation in news around the world.

"That was crap, Seb," the girl told him as he got out of the car. "Seriously, I don't understand how so many people can be gathered in one place. I'm sure they couldn't breathe! And isn't there any security? At least an ambulance should be there. You know, someone could..."

"Miss, can I know who you are?"

One of the security guards, of considerable stature and a very robust appearance, approached the girl aggressively.

"I'm Diana Wagner, sir. Race engineering intern, part of Toro Rosso's internship."

The firmness with which the Austrian said that while showing her ID was quickly blurred by the laughter of the men present there, except for Vettel, who wanted to say something even though he knew it wasn't the most appropriate. Finally, the twenty-year-old succumbed to the pressure and the murderous looks, joining the laughter even though he tried to do the opposite.

"Oh, I see," one of the men retorted, "Alex's little bitch. Isn't that right, Vettel?"

"Well, she's much more than that. If it weren't for her..." the German replied, cowed.

"Don't tell us stories, Vettel," another of them, albeit slightly more disheveled, approached the mentioned one. "Let's hope you made her scream so much last night that those are the same screams you make when you win today. And then you make her scream again tonight."

Maybe the intention was to say it in a whisper and keep it between them, but Diana heard it all, just like the rest of those present. Bewildered, she looked at Sebastian, who didn't know how to react, ashamed of his behavior and, above all, wanting to apologize to the girl. Then, she ran towards the team garage, trying not to be run over by the cars that were arriving.

Tears ran down her face as she went through the paddock, trying not to collide with anyone who got in her way. The curious looks didn't leave her alone, and Diana noticed that she didn't want anything more than to become as small as an ant and have everyone ignore her or even trample her, because that's what she felt they were doing. Lost in her thoughts, she jumped when she felt someone grab her arm.

"Who made you cry, beautiful?"

It couldn't be true.

It couldn't be Rosberg again.

Wouldn't he get tired of receiving a no for an answer?

"You as soon as you opened your mouth, to be honest," Diana said sarcastically. "Leave me alone, I already have enough dealing with a German, blond, blue-eyed idiot. I don't need to be enduring another one," she replied, changing the language to perfect Spanish and leaving Nico somewhat perplexed, even though he partially understood what she was saying.

Fernando Alonso, who was talking with Felipe Massa nearby, just laughed quietly, earning a few unfriendly glares from the German and a confused one from the Brazilian. The pair decided to approach the younger ones, who were engrossed in a heated argument.

"What are you talking about?" Felipe asked curiously, interrupting the conversation between the German speakers. "Is it about the rumors that have started circulating?"

"What rumors?"

Rosberg seemed to be having a great time trying to annoy Diana. The girl's face, due to anger, had turned a reddish shade similar to the color of the suit worn by those belonging to Ferrari.

"Those saying that Vettel and you spent the night together," added Alonso in his mother tongue. "I don't know the details, and I don't want to know them, but people can't stop talking about it. Be careful, Diana: what starts well, ends badly."

"And why the hell does anyone care who I spent the night with?" Diana shouted a bit louder than expected in perfect Spanish. "For God's sake, Sebastian and I are just friends... I think," she clarified. "There will never be anything between him and me because... I don't have to give you explanations. I'm done with the conversation."

"Can you talk in a language we all understand perfectly?" Nico pleaded, supported by the Brazilian driver. "Please."

In a matter of minutes, Wagner had gone from sadness to irritability, and in that situation, all she wanted was to hit someone. She didn't want to, of course, but containing her aggressiveness in those moments was becoming an impossible task.

Her entrance to the Toro Rosso garage was nothing special either. As always, glances over the shoulder and gossip was what she received from her colleagues. That day, more than sinking Diana's self-esteem a bit more, they managed to make, for the first time in the entire season, the blonde think about herself and go directly to where she usually spent most of her time inside, ignoring everyone.

As the hours passed, the garage filled with engineers engrossed in their monitors, mechanics focused on preparing the cars in perfect condition, and even some random celebrity who had no idea about the sport but was curious and eager to fiddle with everything, becoming a nuisance.

Wagner, absorbed in telemetry to see if she could come up with a plan B in case Alex messed up, despite the shitty behavior the German had had with her on arrival, began to notice that everyone's attention shifted to the entrance of the box. Curious, she decided to ignore Sebastian's data for a moment and imitate the rest.

Sebastian Vettel, already dressed in the appropriate attire to get into the car, entered the place confidently. Despite being hurt by his behavior, Diana couldn't help but make direct eye contact with the blonde, who gave her a remorseful smile. She did no less: smiled back at him.

Sometimes, she hated being a woman who succumbed to the slightest charms of men, especially when they were blond, of medium height, with clear eyes and, especially, treated her well.

Next to him was a man of short stature and a chubby figure, with little hair and a thick beard that gave him a Santa Claus vibe. By his side, tightly holding his hand, was a girl with long jet-black hair, shy and embarrassed in the crowd around her.

Vettel ignored all the calls directed at him and went straight to Diana, eager to introduce her to two of the most important people in his life:

"Di," he began in German, "let me introduce you to a quarter of my family... I think, Maths has never been my strong suit. This is my father, Norbert," he said, pointing to the man, who quickly shook her hand, "and this is Lara, my little sister," he added, pointing to the girl, who shyly nodded her head.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," the girl replied, nervously touching the headphones resting on her neck. "I hope today is lucky and you can see Sebastian take home his first victory."

Vettel's father nodded, very convinced that it would indeed happen.

"I trust my son more than the bank that gave me the loan to pay off our mortgage," he said, patting Seb on the shoulder. "And that's saying something when he's a useless twenty-one-year-old! Plus, having you as an engineer I'm sure everything will go great. Finally I see a girl doing something other than wearing suggestive clothes and applauding these Neanderthals when they step onto the podium!"

"Dad, behave yourself, please," Sebastian forced with a smile while not-so-subtly elbowing his father.

"I'm not Sebastian's engineer, Mr. Vettel," the blonde clarified hastily. "I'm just a team intern. I can't do much, but I promise I'll do my best to ensure your son's race goes as smoothly as possible and, above all, that you enjoy it to the fullest."

Suddenly, Franz appeared and got between them, putting his hands on the shoulders of father and son and leading them away. Sebastian's sister stood in front of Diana, wondering why her brother's boss was so stupid.

"I really wanted to come to a race, but it's all very weird. Mom warned me that this wasn't a good place for a girl like me, and now I see why! Everyone Dad and Seb have talked to seems very silly," she vented, "and you're the only one who has looked at me."

Finally, Lara had gathered the courage to talk to the blonde girl. In response, the girl crouched down to her level. She didn't know why, but that girl, who, despite being of the same blood as the driver, seemed to be the opposite of him, had taken quite a liking to her.

"You get used to it... Lara, right?," the girl nodded, seemingly happy. "I don't usually get much attention, but your brother always manages to make me smile and make me feel valued."

"What does it mean to make you feel valued? Is it something that cost money?"

"It's when someone puts in a lot of effort and you let them know," Sebastian said, reappearing. "Like when your Maths teacher puts a happy face sticker on your notebook when you solve an exercise correctly."

The conversation continued between the siblings and the intern in a more lively and relaxed manner. Lara started to feel more comfortable with the girl, even asking her a few questions about Formula 1 that seemed trivial to Vettel. "What happens if they run out of gas?" or "Can they stop if they need to pee?" were two of the many questions Diana had the pleasure of answering for the ten-year-old until they were interrupted by Alex, who informed Seb, ignoring the two girls, that he had to get into the race car and position it on the starting grid.

The driver apologized, quickly taking Lara's hand to lead her to where Norbert was. Diana simply returned to her seat and hid her head behind one of the screens, but before she could Sebastian spoke to her:

"I couldn't leave without saying goodbye to you. I'm sorry for how I acted earlier. I felt incredible pressure, even more than when I'm on the track! I know it's not an excuse because I could have shut them up as I always do, but...

Diana remained static, unsure of how to answer.

"Aren't you going to say anything?", Seb replied, trying to get a response. "I need my paddock girl to bring me good luck."

"Go get 'em, tiger."

"So now you're Mary Jane Watson, huh?" Sebastian confronted, raising an eyebrow and trying to keep Diana's shyness from escalating after that statement. "I didn't think you liked the geek with glasses who shoots webs, which I love, by the way," he explained, "I saw you more as Gwen Stacy actually. You know, since you're blonde and intelligent as fuck..." he pointed to the girl's hair.

Wagner refrained from biting her tongue. She wished she could tell him that blonde wasn't her natural color and that she was a redhead like Peter Parker's girlfriend, only that the insecurity created in college about her hair color had led her to dye it that platinum almost monthly. Also, she was sure that if she decided to go back to the coppery tone she loved so much deep down, they would say it was just for attention, and that was the last thing she wanted.

She hated hiding her true self, but she hated even more the fact that there was a high chance people would like her for not being herself.

Acting was not a profession that particularly appealed to her, but if she had to dedicate herself entirely to it to get what she wanted most, she was more than willing to continue playing the role of her life.

[...]

The starting signal was about to be given, and in the Toro Rosso garage, everyone was aware of it. The rain was the main cause of this, which had started just moments ago and had suddenly poured down all at once.

Everyone was on their feet, watching Sebastian on the large screen hanging on the wall, eagerly awaiting his start. Even Fiori wasn't positioned in front of his computer, and that had never happened.

The expectations for the German were too high, and he could hear it through the comments filtering through his radio. He began to feel nervous but forced himself to calm down: he not only had a team that had trusted him watching him but also his family, the girl he loved, and possibly the entire Heppenheim. Diana kept her eyes on the screen, not taking them off unless it was to see the seconds remaining for the start.

The thunderous sound of the engines took over everyone's attention when the red lights came on, and after the lights went out, the race cars shot off toward the first turn. Wagner held her breath and crossed her fingers, mentally praying to whoever God might be that Sebastian would have opportunities to win despite the rain, which now seemed to be working against him.

After the start, the Toro Rosso garage began to fill with activity. Mechanics returned to their respective positions, waiting for either of the two drivers to make a pit stop, and the same happened with the engineers, who hurried back to telemetry with their helmets on. Diana also did the same and returned to what had become her corner of confidence, immersing herself in the battle through the team's transmission. The buzz of voices and data filled her mind as she followed the race, while she began, as in any other Grand Prix, to develop her own ideas to improve Vettel's performance even if they were in vain.

In the midst of her thoughts, a familiar voice slipped in. Sebastian had started singing a low melody that didn't quite reach her while maintaining the lead. The intern couldn't help but let out a silly smile at the German's antics that had given the team so many headaches.

"Sebastian, I need you to focus on what's around you, not to think you're Freddie Mercury at Wembley."

As the laps went by, and information exchanges continued, the rain increased simultaneously. Although the intermediate tires were suitable at the start of the race, the weather conditions were worsening, affecting Sebastian's performance. Diana could see on her monitor how the sector times for her driver were deteriorating compared to most of the other drivers, especially Barrichello, who was rapidly closing in.

Vettel seemed to be aware of the issue because he repeatedly urged Fiori to make another pit stop, only to receive rejections from the engineer. The blonde continued analyzing the data, and her mind began to develop a strategy that, while not the best and could risk everything, she knew was the most appropriate.

Even though Diana was just a mere intern, or more of a gofer, with no voice or vote, seen only as a pretty face to showcase that women could be part of motorsport, she knew perfectly well that the data Alex was providing lacked cohesion, the strategy hadn't been properly designed and all of it would end in the greatest disappointment for the German driver if something wasn't done.

"Mr. Fiori," she cautiously began, "I think we should consider thinking about a different plan to maximize the chances of success."

Sebastian, who was holding onto the lead as best he could, started listening to the conversation, quite interested in what the girl was saying.

The Austrian had minimal hopes that her boss's response would be appropriate, but it wasn't. Instead of considering the girl's suggestion and seeing what they could do, Alex looked at her with disdain and began a string of derogatory comments that only soured the intern's day even more.

"Do you think you know anything about strategies?," he replied with disdain. "Girls like you should stick to shutting the hell up and stop spewing shit about something you don't know," the glares were starting to focus between the two of them. "If you're still here, it's because you bring us good reputation, not because you're fit for this," he said, pointing at the data. "I'm sure you have some little task to do right now to earn your salary because you're not doing anything here."

"You don't know that because you haven't given me a damn chance to prove what I'm capable of."

The Italian went cold at the response from the subordinate girl. Even Sebastian, who was listening attentively to the discussion they were having, was impressed by his friend's response, though very proud that she had finally decided to stand up for herself.

"I'm just asking you to make one more pit stop and change to wet tires," Diana explained, ignoring the man. "We would stop in the next two or three laps," she calculated. " Then Sebastian would come out, according to my calculations, from the tenth position onwards, and we wouldn't have to stop again because fuel would be just enough, which would even increase the speed of the race car in the last laps."

"Since when do interns think they've been working in Formula 1 for twenty years or so?", he answer with a completely sarcastic tone. "Wagner: you either follow my rules, or you leave. A girl like you shouldn't tell me what to do to get victories for the team, clear?"

"No, actually," Diana replied, not allowing herself to be intimidated and ignoring the man's last words, "but what is clear is that Hamilton, Button, Alonso and Räikkönen have switched to wet tires and are improving their times. That should also be clear to you, just as information."

Alex looked at her with anger. He wanted to kill her at that moment.

"Look, little one...", he commented, approaching the girl intimidatingly. "Stay quiet in some corner like the whore you are. I'm sure the next time you open your mouth, someone, I hope not to be me, will shut you up in ways you won't like. Or maybe you will."

If it hadn't been for her self-control, Diana would have given the man in front of her the beating of his life. She could hear Vettel's voices in the background, very coupled, and how he demanded Alex to leave the girl alone. The twenty-year-old sounded very frustrated, and she completely understood: they were ruining his race.

But Diana Wagner wasn't going to let that happen.

Just as she was about to say something more, Franz Tost appeared, approaching Fiori and whispering something in his ear that none of those around them could hear. The engineer looked at the team leader and simply nodded his head before disappearing from there together.

"You better hope this isn't broadcasted on television, Wagner." Fiori threatened as he disappeared. "If it is, you'll pay dearly."

At that moment, the blonde's adrenaline was so high, even though she felt like shit, that she didn't stop to think about her boss's words, quite the opposite: as quickly as possible, and making sure no one saw her, she took Fiori's headphones and began giving orders to the driver:

"Seb, I don't know if you trust me, but I need you to do the following, so listen to me, please," Diana ordered, drawing strength from where she didn't have it. "You're going to stop in the next lap, change to wet tires and they will give you enough fuel to finish the race with a margin," the urgency in the girl's voice was evident. "Weather conditions are getting worse, and so is the track. If you stick with the intermediates, you risk losing the victory."

The blonde's intervention completely caught Vettel off guard, but he began to mysteriously relax.

"Di, are you sure about what you're saying? Do you think it's the best option?"

She nodded, even though the guy couldn't see her.

"The majority have already stopped and, if my calculations don't fail me," she began to review the telemetry, "you, Bourdais and Webber are the only ones who haven't made any tire changes. All you're going to achieve is gaining grip on the track, getting more speed and securing a victory."

Sebastian took a deep breath, and his response was immediate:

"Okay, Di. Hey... thanks for standing up against Alex," he confessed. "Sometimes he can get a little crazy with all this and loses his nerves under pressure."

"You don't have to apologize," she said affectionately. "I'm here for this, and I'd rather end up on the street than not being able to help you to show what you can do."

One pit stop, about seventeen more laps, and some struggles that kept hearts pounding until the end, Sebastian Vettel was the first to cross the waving checkered flag of the circuit. Everyone from Toro Rosso began running euphorically to the fence to greet the guy, still racing in his race car and already heading to parc fermé. Cheers and applause began filling the air, and all eyes were on the young German driver who had achieved his first victory.

Sebastian, with his helmet still on, ran towards his mechanics and even to his engineer, who celebrated the victory as if he had been part of it. The blonde's face was infected with a smile that seemed unwilling to disappear; his arms, raised in a sign of victory, were followed by what, from that moment on, would become his characteristic celebration: his index finger pointing straight, indicating that he had finished first.

Diana, who was watching everything from the box, witnessed the scene with a series of conflicting feelings. Before the German was taken by some responsible people to the podium, she saw how their eyes met, and Seb articulated a thank you in their native language, intended only for her; he even blew her a kiss and winked at her, but she didn't give it much importance because he did the same on the podium many times, looking directly at his team.

Everything happened very quickly. The podium ascent after the post-race weigh-ins. The German anthem in honor of the champion, immediately followed by the Italian anthem; the trophy presentations and the corresponding champagne celebration, concluding with an interview where Sebastian couldn't stop thanking Tost, Alex, and the team in general.

As the girl expected, there was no special mention of Diana Wagner; just a note on the floor of her hotel room that welcomed her as soon as she crossed the door.

Thank you for making this possible, newbie. I apologize for the haste, but Horner has arranged a dinner with Tost and a couple of others to discuss my Red Bull contract more seriously. I wanted to see you, and no matter the excuses I've given, Britta has forced me to go. You should see how ridiculous I look in a suit. I owe you a dinner and, above all, my life, I would say. 

P.S.: The kisses I threw were for you, each and every one of them; without you, none of this would have been possible. 

P.S.2: I owe you a dinner, how about at the end of the season? That way, we avoid surprises :) 

P.S.3: I don't know if roses are your favorite flowers, and I don't know if you like chocolate, but... I hope you at least like the small detail you have on your desk. 

The surface where that morning she had set the breakfast for the German was now almost completely covered with a large bouquet of flowers and various types of Italian sweets.

Diana Wagner was slowly sinking into quicksand, and she wasn't even aware of it yet.

[…]

Sebastian Vettel detested nothing more than meetings, especially after winning his first victory when he could be out getting drunk with shots and various drinks, leaving him vomiting and hungover the next morning.

Or having a quiet dinner with Diana in his room as a thank-you for what she had done for him.

God, how much he loved that girl.

He emerged from the bathroom with disheveled hair, wearing only a towel around his waist. Small drops of water fell down his bare chest, but Vettel was so eager to talk to his girlfriend that he took a shower of less than a minute, dried off quickly, and rushed to his backpack to grab his laptop and call Prater on Skype.

Hanna appeared on the screen, but not her exactly. Instead, there was photo she had taken for her university ID. It was strange for the German to have the camera off. Normally, after a race, she was always eager to see Sebastian to chat or even do something crazy.

"Sorry for taking so long, love," Seb started saying. "Britta, as we know her, forced me to go to a dinner with..."

His words were interrupted by the arrival of two photos his girlfriend had sent through the app's chat. His gaze shifted to the blurry, thumbnail-sized images that were downloading. When they opened, he could clearly see himself holding the steering wheel with one hand while the other reached for a blurry face, one he knew perfectly was Diana's.

Damn.

This couldn't be happening.

"Were you busy with dinner or that blonde who looks so much like me and clearly isn't me?"

The question was directed straight at the German, who began to get nervous. No matter how much he tried to stay calm because he hadn't done anything, he couldn't help his pulse skyrocketing uncontrollably.

"Hanna, listen, it's not what you think," he began to explain, searching for the right words for her to listen.

She, now with her camera activated, stared at him through the screen, her blue eyes reflecting only disappointment.

"Seb, I need you to tell me the truth."

"Liebe, I promise there's nothing between that girl and me," the German's thoughts began to jumble. "It's Diana, I think I've told you about her. The intern. It was just pouring rain and I wasn't going to let her walk alone to the circuit."

Hanna interrupted him:

"I understand, darling," she said, "but I don't understand why you're smiling. Do you feel more comfortable with her than with me?" The girl began to cry. "Damn it, I'm so insecure. You dedicated today's victory to me with those kisses..."

Vettel ran his hand through his wet hair, completely desperate with that situation. He knew Hanna was very insecure and that what bothered her the most when he was away was the people he associated with. For that reason, they had had a thousand and one fights that kept happening despite the driver assuring her that she was the love of his life and the only person he had eyes for.

But that didn't mean he wasn't guilty of the events of the previous night and the accumulating lies, like the dedication of the victory.

It wasn't for Hanna but for the girl who seemed to be slowly becoming his girlfriend's replacement in the paddock.

"Hanna, I promise you have nothing to worry about," the blonde said, feeling great guilt because the photos were taken with the intention of creating misunderstandings. "My relationship with you is the most important thing to me. Besides, Diana probably has a boyfriend. She's just a mate, and if it makes you feel better, I'll talk to her to avoid misunderstandings," he let out. "If you allow me, of course."

The girl seemed to consider it for a moment until she finally agreed.

"Okay, Seb. But I want you to swear to me, for the sake of everything you hold dear, that if something changes between you two and you start to be more than friends, you'll tell me. You know you have my trust to do so."

Sebastian nodded seriously, swallowing at the same time to contain the question that was eating him up inside these days.

Why had he grown so fond of Diana Wagner in such a short time?

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[anthemofgvf]

Harvest Moon: Danny Wagner x Reader Blurb

this little blurb is based off of this ask from @acb0116 ! thanks for planting this idea into my little danny heart:,)

description: dancing in the kitchen with Danny to the song "Harvest Moon" by Neil Young.

warnings: none, just pure cheesy fluff

word count: 808

There was something so sincere about dancing with Danny in your shared home. You loved the adoring atmosphere that surrounded the both of you every time he spun you around, causing you to giggle.

So, whenever he was back home during tour, you'd often have your record player set and ready to play whatever vinyl you would have picked for the night.

He walked into the kitchen, noticing that you had set down a Neil Young vinyl onto the record player and setting the needle down onto a specific song.

"What's your choice of song tonight?" He asked you, wrapping his arm around your waist and placing a kiss onto your cheek.

"Harvest Moon," you smiled "it's been a while since we've listened to it. One of my favorites."

He nodded with a hum. "Mine as well."

He grabbed your hand and spun you around quickly, bringing you close to his body as he began to sway with you. His thumb tapped onto your waist to the beat of the music, soft touches, yet meaningful.

Come a little bit closer, hear what I have to say.

Just like children sleepin', we could dream this night away.

He hummed to the melody, to which you joined along with him in a slight harmony. Your cheeks radiated with pink as your smile ran to the corners of your eyes. His capability of making you grin was infectious, and you didn't dare to wipe the smile off your face as he locked eyes with you and looked at you with pure adoration.

But there's a full moon risin'. Let's go dancin' in the night.

We know where the music's playin'. Let's go out and feel the night.

His hand lifted your own up and let you spin in a circle, which you did in tune of the music. Once turning to meet his eyes again, you noticed how the highlights of his hair truly shone in the moonlight that radiated through the windows that surrounded the kitchen.

The hand that rested on his shoulder dared to run it through his curls, then falling to his face. He leaned into your touch with shut eyes with a smile whilst humming along to the song.

Because I'm still in love with you. I wanna see you dance again.

Because I'm still in love with you, on this harvest moon.

"I've always loved your curls." You whispered to him.

He shook them lightly teasingly, tickling your hand. You giggled at the feeling of his dark curls brushing against your hand, so you rested your hand back onto his shoulder and continued swaying along with him to the beat.

"And I've always loved you." He said, placing a kiss on top of your head.

"You're cheesy, you know that?" You huffed a laugh through your nose.

"Well, isn't that why you love me?" He grinned.

"Yes, it's something I've always been fond over. But teasing you about it is a bit fun."

He chuckled at you. He brought his hand to your waist, pulling you closer to him and letting your head relax into his chest while he hummed by your ear. His soft voice soothed you as he sang, and you always loved to hear him sing.

"But now it's gettin' late, and the moon is climbing high," he sang softly, "I want to celebrate. See it shinin' in your eyes."

In a playful manner, you lifted your chin to meet his eyes, batting your eyelashes at him as a way of acting out the song. He kept quiet, keeping his eyes on you with his teeth poking out into a crooked smile.

His eyes spoke the most in these kinds of situations, making your heart skip a beat every time he looked at you in this light. You loved soaking up these moments, to watch how his eyes lit up and the corners of his eyes slightly crinkled as his smile ran admirably. He was a perfect individual - everything about him was. You'd always take the opportunity to tell him how much you loved him, and every little detail that made up who he is was mere perfection to you.

Because I'm still in love with you. I wanna see you dance again.

Because I'm still in love with you, on this harvest moon.

As the song slowly died down and led into the next track, he placed a tender kiss onto your lips. Cupping your cheeks, he held your face close to his.

"I always miss this when I'm off on tour." He whispered to you.

"Gives you something to look forward to when you come home." You said to him.

"Always. Thank you," he placed another kiss on your lips, "I love you, on this harvest moon."

You giggled at his reference. "And I love you too, Danny, on this harvest moon."

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[arthistoryanimalia]

For #NationalCatDay:

The Cat Symphony by Moritz von Schwind, 1868

H 31.6cm x W 25cm, pencil/brown pen/brown brush on paper.

“A humorous depiction of a melody for violins in which, instead of notes, numerous cats move across the paper." 🐈

Given as a gift to his friend, violinist Joseph Joachim, to celebrate being named director of the Berlin Academy of Music. 🎁

Staatliche Kunsthalle Karlsruhe

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The Cat Symphony, one of his best-known hand drawings, is a humorous depiction of a melody for violins in which, instead of notes, numerous cats move across the paper.

The composition can be interpreted as a caricaturing dig at Richard Wagner's music, which the artist did not appreciate very much. Schwind gave the sheet to one of his friends, the violinist Joseph Joachim. The reason for the gift was Joachim's appointment as director of the Berlin Academy of Music. Schwind sent a letter and a photo of the drawing to Eduard Mörike on January 19, 1869. It says:

“I became a musician, and indeed a future musician in the second higher degree. Away with the old, stiff, dry staff! Outdated, outdated, old stuff - it needs a new, intellectual, lively means of expression for my new, unexpected thoughts - whether it's sounds, images or the devil knows what, that doesn't matter - I've achieved the unbelievable. Enclosed, Mr. The sonata dedicated to Joachim is eloquent proof. He confesses that he is unable to play it - this sorcerer on the fiddle! Incidentally, it may be noted that Joachim and I belong to the famous Order of the Black Cat and that it was this inconspicuous occasion - that caused this giant leap in music."

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Ignition | Danny Wagner X f!Reader X Jake Kiszka | Part 6

Warnings: Minors absolutely DNI! blindfolding, DANNY PLAYING CELLO, graphic sexual descriptions, heavy petting, semi-public sex, getting caught having said sex, unprotected sex, penetration, oral m. receiving, teasing, edging, fluff, Jake angst.

Word Count: 6,000

A/N: THIS CHAPTER WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!!!!! As a classical musician, I indulged with making Danny play cello. Also loved the smut hehehe

Summary: Danny is fun and exciting--more so than you had ever thought. He's sexy and dependable, and he makes your knees weak...yet old ghosts still remain.

Have you read part 5?

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PSSSSST: This is the song that Danny plays at the beginning of the chapter. Saint-Saens: Le Cygne

“Where are we?” You asked Danny, squeezing his hand as he led you down what seemed like fifty strangely deep stairs. He had put a blindfold on you while he drove, and you’d jokingly warned him that you knew the number to 911. “You’re a smart girl,” he chuckled, fastening the cloth behind your head. 

“Don’t worry,” he said. “Just take your time while we’re walking,” he continued, taking your hand in one of his, holding onto your shoulder with the other. “Okay,” he said after more stairs as he arrived, you assumed, at your destination. He continued to walk with you before finally pausing a few moments later. “Sit here,” he said. You could hear him pulling at something that elicited a loud squeak in the room. You began to squat, feeling particularly awkward. “It’s okay,” he chuckled, guiding you down into the seat. 

“Danny, there are very few things I hate in life. This is very much one of them,” You groaned, reaching to fiddle with your blindfold.

“Ahh!” His fingers flitted upward to fix the blindfold himself. “Don’t you dare!” 

“Okay, okay!” 

“I told you it’s a surprise,” he chuckled. “Okay. I’ll be right back. Stay there and don’t move.”

“Well, seems as I can’t see, I don’t plan on it,” you grinned. 

“That mouth is gonna get you in trouble,” he chuckled, stepping away from you. As he walked, you could hear the slight creaking of the floor and a few moments later, something scraping across it. You heard him messing with something and adjusting in place before finally speaking. 

“Okay, you can take it off,” he said quietly, his voice echoing off of the walls. As you removed the cloth from your face, you waited for your eyes to adjust. It took you a moment, but you realized that you were in a beautiful recital hall, the entire room darkened except for a single spotlight that shone brightly on Danny, who held a cello between his knees. 

“Wh-what?” You asked, your voice and expression scrunched with confusion. The music cut you off as he drew the bow across the strings for the first time, lacing thick, decadent ribbons of sound through the air, hypnotizing you in your seat. You’d heard this piece before, but knew that you couldn’t name it if you’d tried. The tone was luxurious, possessing a depth of beauty and sound that suspended you in place. You watched as Danny’s eyes closed, his fingers moving over the neck of the cello with graceful confidence, like he’d done this a million times. His fingers shook against the strings to coax vibrato out of them, his other hand delicately beckoning the melody from the instrument through each long stroke of his bow. His face loosened in parts of the piece, intensifying in others. You watched every movement before making the realization that his expressions often mimicked the way he looked at the height of intimacy, and your thoughts wandered, reimagining the way he touched you. Your heart pounded in your chest as the erotic image flooded your mind, accompanied by Danny’s song. It took you another few moments to realize that in his mind, Danny was most likely making love to the music, expressing through it his deepest, most ardent thoughts and feelings, and you silently wondered if they might include you. 

The spotlight shown over the instrument, bouncing off of the glossy wood into the rest of the hall. The way that the lights were positioned over Danny’s face created gentle shadows from curve of his nose, casting soft fractals across his face as he played. He was beautiful, and in your eyes, he’d never seemed more radiant than in this moment. His mind, body and soul was enraptured in music that was more than a century old, but was nothing but effortlessly timeless. In a moment of abandon, you felt a familiar ache rise in your throat, and before you knew it, you were silently swiping tears from your cheeks. 

You listened, letting your own eyes close as he encircled you in the musical richness, until, just like any embrace, it had to end, and the final note dissipated through the hall with longing and romance until it dissolved into nothingness, leaving you and Danny hovering upon the heavy silence. 

“I had no idea you could play the cello,” you admitted with an impressed scoff. “That was fucking beautiful,” you said, reaching to wipe away the tears from the corners of your eyes. 

“I made you cry?” He asked, standing up from his chair and setting the instrument to the side on its stand.

“No,” you said defensively. “Don’t look at me like that,” you grinned. 

“I’m just looking at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, what’s the harm in that?” He asked, stepping off the stage toward you. 

“How are you a real, living and breathing human, Danny Wagner?” you asked him, standing to join him, reaching to take fistfuls of his sweater to pull him downward to you in your seat. 

“What do you mean?” he asked, his eyes moving to yours, his dark lashes casting soft shadows over his face in the dimness of the room. His fingers lifted to gently sweep away the tears. 

“I mean that you are so incredibly sexy, and thoughtful,” you continued, feeling his hands move to pull you close against him by the curve of your ass. 

“Keep going,” he murmured quietly, his eyebrows rising softly with interest. 

“You get off on the compliments, don’t you?” You grinned, looking up at him. 

“Mm, maybe just a smidge, but only if it’s you saying them.” 

“Well, if you must know, I love how romantic you are. How cool it is that you play the fucking cello like a pro and never thought to tell me–”

“It’s not something I usually advertise,” he shrugged. “Sam knows, but that’s because we grew up together. It was either band, orchestra, or sports. I ended up choosing orchestra. So yeah, I’ve always been a nerd.”

“No,” you shook your head. “I think…” you smoothed your hands over his chest, feeling the contour of his pecs, “that you’ve got major game for bringing me here and playing that song,” you grinned. “You knew exactly what you were doing, Daniel Wagner. Didn’t you?” 

“Saint-Saëns always gets me women,” he shrugged, his bright grin revealing his annoyingly-perfect teeth. “If you were curious.” 

You scoffed, pushing him backward, your eyes widening with surprise. “And by women, I mean just one,” he said, stepping back into your space, his hands resting on your hips. “very smart, and very, very sexy woman.” His lips hovered just over yours, hot breath expelling through his nostrils upon your skin. He let silence fill the room before his fingertips moved to the small of your back, pulling you in against him. You let your eyes fall closed as you waited for him to kiss you. His lips brushed yours gently at first, their velvet softness teasing your mouth slightly open. You welcomed the kiss, letting your lips fold easily with his. Busying your hands, you lifted them to wrap around his neck, teasing the dark curls that brushed against your fingers. He teased the curve of your lips with his tongue, introducing it softly within the kiss, which was quickly becoming needier. Your hands shifted, holding his face by the curve of his jaw as he wandered to the hem of your shirt, his fingertips dancing upward to touch your bare skin. 

“Danny,” you groaned into the kiss, aware of the growing arousal between your legs. 

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, his hands continuing to rise beneath your shirt. 

“I can’t,” You admitted, kissing him deeper, letting his tongue fold with yours, his hold on your body growing more and more possessive. “In public?” You murmured softly. 

“It’s the weekend. No one’s here,” he answered, moving to kiss down the curve of your neck, his hands palming over one of your breasts. You gasped into the room as he tweaked and pulled at your nipple with the crease of his thumb and forefinger. 

“Fuck,” you moaned softly, your hands moving to smooth over his back. 

“You like it when I tease you?” He asked quietly, moving the tips of his fingers to graze against your sensitive areolas. 

“Daniel,” you urged, walking him backward against the first row of seats. “Sit down,” you told him. 

“Hm?” He asked, moving back up to your lips. 

“Sit down,” you ordered quietly, pushing him away from you, looking around the large room for evidence of anyone else watching. He obeyed your command, moving to sit down as you had told him. He watched you silently, biting on his bottom lip as he waited for you. Though it wasn’t the easiest to do it this way, you looped your legs around him the best you could and lowered yourself slowly on his lap. 

“I like this much butter,” you admitted with a soft grin. He moved to your ass, squeezing it hard in his hands before moving upward to caress the small of your back. He’d wanted to give you attention, you knew it. But this time, it would be you to deliver. Slowly, you ground your ass down on him and began to speak. “Tell me what you like about my body, Danny.” You looked down at him, watching as his expression began to relax, pulling his bottom and upper lips into his mouth and biting down on them. 

“I love your ass,” He said with a smirk, and you responded by adding more pressure against him, listening to his breath hitch. His hips moved forward to allow you more space. 

“What else?” You asked him, raising your eyebrows as you reached up to throw your hair behind you. 

“Your tits are incredible,” He continued, reaching beneath your shirt to squeeze your breasts. His hands were so warm, and the sensation was incredible. The calluses from drumming had toughened his hands, but you loved the masculine roughness of them. The idea of being walked in on was exhilarating, especially when you considered what your intentions with Danny were, even if he didn’t know yet. 

“What else?” You asked again. 

“You really want to know?” he asked, his eyes practically sparkling. 

“Mmhmm,�� you nodded your head, beginning to swivel your hips against him, feeling his hardness rising to rub against your ass. 

“I love,” he groaned, releasing a heavy sigh through his mouth. He reached for your ass, taking a full handful of it and pulling you down with your full weight against his groin, rocking his hips up against your mound. 

“Fuck–” you moaned, feeling him against you. 

“I adore your perfect pussy,” he finally spoke, reaching for your knees to widen them so he could repeat the movement. 

“Danny,” you practically whimpered. He looked up at you through heavy lids, his dark lashes making him look so innocent, but incredibly seductive at the same time. 

“What?” He asked softly, a trace of a smirk laced through his expression. 

“You think you’re the one in control,” you purred, moving off of him, and getting down on your knees in front of him. “But you’re wrong.” 

“I am?” He asked softly, his expression shaded by skepticism. 

“Honey, you have no idea,” you told him, walking forward on your knees, reaching for the button on his pants. You felt arousal lurch through your core as you did, pulling down his zipper. Tilting your head upward to look at him, you met his gaze, watching as his Adam’s apple bobbed slowly. You chuckled once through your nose. “You want me to touch you, don’t you, Danny?” You asked him playfully. 

His mouth pulled open just slightly as his jaw slackened. He nodded slowly. 

“No words?” You asked, grazing your fingertips over the bright blue fabric of his underwear, most definitely touching his cock. 

“Y-yes. Yes please.” You made a show of running your tongue over your bottom lip before pulling his fly down as far as it would go, reaching into his underwear for his hardening cock, revealing its full length. You hadn’t had the real chance the first time to take charge in pleasing Danny, and this time, you knew you’d make up for it. 

“Such a pretty cock,” you praised, stroking his length several slow times, watching how his expression began to grow less attentive to his sense of sight, and so much more t0 feeling. “So big, too. You know,” you began, placing your thumb on his pink tip, dispersing his single drop of pre-cum with the pad of it as you touched him. “You felt incredible inside of me the other night. I don’t think I really showed you how appreciative I am.” You flicked your eyes up at him. “Should I show you just how good you make me feel, Danny?” You felt his cock twitch under your grasp in response, and you knew that you had him literally wrapped around your fingers. 

“Please,” he said in a barely-there whisper, gripping the back of the seats at either side of him as he let you take the lead. 

“You wanna feel my hot mouth and lips all over your cock?” You asked him again, adding more pressure against his length, feeling the texture of his veins as blood rushed into his lower body. He was almost feverishly-hot to the touch. 

“Stop teasing me, Y/n. Please.” 

“So insistent, Danny. Haven’t you ever heard of patience?” Lifting his cock upward toward his belly, you lolled your tongue out of your mouth and ran a slow, wet line up the underside of his cock, feeling how rigid he was against your touch. He tasted so good; natural and masculine, but with the faintest scent of his spicy body wash lifted from the heat of his skin. You looked up again at him, amused when he lifted one of his hands to run it through his curls as he sighed deeply. You repeated the movement, stopping to drag your tongue around the underside of the tip of his cock, knowing you had him when he audibly moaned, hissing with pleasure through gritted teeth. 

“Fuck–Y/n,” he grunted, reaching to squeeze the hand that you had left rested on his thigh. “Please.” His voice was insistent, pulled thin, in almost a whimper, and you swore in the moment that you’d never heard anything more beautiful. 

Just as you felt he’d beg you once more, you took his tip into your mouth, ringing it slowly with the flat of your tongue. You loved how he writhed underneath you as you finally touched him. After a moment, you decided to give in to his begs by finally taking more of him into your mouth, using the wetness of your mouth to slick over his length with your tongue. Skillfully, you hollowed your cheeks and added suction. As you moved downward, you knew that Danny’s length and girth would most definitely activate your gag reflex. Even so, you didn’t care, especially if it meant you’d get to hear his beautiful whimpers of agonized ecstasy as you took your time pleasing him. “Fuck, that feels so damn good,” he murmured, placing his hand on his thigh where your hand rested. You felt him squeeze it in increments as you moved, and you imagined each time he wrapped his fingers further around your hand, it was a reflection of the amount of pleasure you were giving him. You broke suction for a moment, knowing you’d left strings of saliva connected between your mouth and his cock. You moved in to lick away the excess before speaking again. 

“You might laugh,” you say, wiping at your mouth with the back of his hand, “But getting to fuck you with my mouth has been the only thing I could think about…practically since you took me on your motorcycle.” You stroked his cock to remedy the absence of your mouth. 

“I would–never,” he groaned, “Laugh at you about that. Not when you make me feel so goddamn good.” Moving quickly off of your knees, you rose to kiss him slowly, continuing to knead my fingers against your length. You felt the vibration of his moans reverberate through his lips as you kissed him. 

“You want–” you whispered against his open mouth. “You want more, don’t you?” He breathed against your kiss, and you could feel the gentle puffs of air drift against your face. “You want my pussy, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” he answered heavily, his voice barely audible. 

“You want to fuck me in public?” You said, squeezing harder on his cock. “You should be ashamed of yourself, Danny.” You grinned when you watched his cheeks pinken with slight embarrassment. 

“How about I meet you in the middle, hm? You’re lucky I wore a skirt.” Reaching underneath the hem of it, you tugged at your underwear, pulling them down your legs quickly and handed them to Danny. “Hold onto these,” You told him, watching him loop the fabric around his fingers as you moved to situate yourself on his lap, reaching for his cock. 

“Fuck, Y/n. You’re fucking soaked,” he said, rubbing his thumb into the crotch of your panties. “God I wish I could taste you right now.” 

“Save those thoughts for later,” you murmured. “For now, this is all about you.” You leaned forward and kissed him. “And maybe a tiny bit for me, too,” you pulled away from him, enthused when he leaned forward to catch your lips once more. 

Taking his cock in your hand, you lowered yourself against his shaft, careful to grind along his length. Feeling your own wetness, dropped your hips, sliding against him to cover his cock in your slick. “Oh my God,” he groaned, his voice cut with a raspiness that only aroused you further. His hands moved to grip your hips possessively, his thick fingers digging into your flesh.

“Does my pussy feel good when I grind it against your cock like this?” You moved, using your hand to steady his shaft against your heat, stopping just when you felt his tip poke gently against your entrance. You debated quitting the teasing and taking all of him at once, but you stayed the course, lifting yourself just a few inches off of him. “You want me, Danny? Show me.” 

He moved instantly, reaching his hand down to his cock, holding it at the base while lifting his hips to find yours, sliding himself backward and forward against your folds. “I want to fuck you so badly,” He almost whimpered. “You’re pussy is so fucking warm, it feels so fucking good.” 

You hummed softly, bunching your skirt in your fist as you reached down to find his hand, guiding it with yours against yourself. His hips lurched upward and forward over and over again, filling your belly with swelling, needy sensation. You’d never done anything like this with someone in public, and though there was a great possibility of getting caught, your need for him surpassed any ounce of fear you had. 

“Say my name, Y/n,” he moaned, grabbing for your hips to pull you back down against him. He needed more pressure, more friction–more of you. 

“Danny,” you sighed through his name. “Your cock is so hot–so big.” You wished you could squeeze around him to show him just how good he made you feel. “I want you, Danny. So much.” He reached upward to knead your breasts in his hands, moving to pinch your nipples as you rode the underside of his cock. You were certain that he was almost painfully erect. 

“Y/n, baby please,” he finally whimpered, sending your insides gripping for the ghost of his cock. “More, please–” his voice rose in pitch, his face contorted with ecstasy. 

“You want more?” You asked. “So selfish,” you grinned, though in reality, you were just as desperate. You began to undulate your hips down against his length as hard and as fast as you could, watching his chest rise and fall with increased breath. “I’m so good to you, Danny. And you ask for more?” You pressed your hands down into his chest as you rode him, the increased friction against your pussy flooding your core with desire. 

“Please,” he cried out, his hands flying to your thighs, spreading your legs as far apart as he could get them. “More!” 

There would be no debate of whether his grip would leave marks. You wanted them there as a reminder of this encounter. “Cum for me, Danny. Close your eyes and let go. I’ll get you there, I promise,” you practically sang to him. You knew what you’d do to send him careening over the edge, and him not knowing only made you work harder. 

You watched as he obeyed instantly, his eyes falling shut, his jaw relaxing and tightening in a consistent rhythm. His eyebrows furrowed inward like he was in pain, but you both knew it was the furthest thing from the truth. Soft, beautiful groans escaped from his throat and out of his mouth and nose, his voice resounding off of the  walls around you as you.

“You’re being so good,” You praised him, but he didn’t want to hear it. In that last moment, his hips bucked upward against your heat, despite you pressing all of your weight against him. His hand flew to your mouth to silently tell you to stop talking, and instinctively, you parted your lips, taking his fingertips into your mouth, licking your tongue over them. 

He was dangerously close, and though he’d be fine cumming against your skin or in your mouth, you had different plans. Lifting slightly without giving yourself away, you routed his cock back to your slick entrance and slammed your hips forward, knowing you were more than aroused to take his entire length if you needed to. His eyes flew open as you did, his cock filling you perfectly. You squeezed down on him as tightly as you could, feeling him twitching uncontrollably inside of you. You tilted forward and let yourself fall against his chest where he’d sunk down in the seat. “Let go, baby. I want all of you.” He needed nothing more except your final permission. He groaned with carnal desire as his hands rushed to your hips, yanking you as close as possible against him, unloading himself inside of you with a thick, heavy hiss through his teeth. His face had grown Scarlet with exertion, and in that final moment, you could see a single vein in his forehead that bulged forward as he released. Closing your eyes, you imagined the shape of him inside of you and tightened your walls around every inch of him, feeling his hot release filling you with a warmth and comfort that was indescribable, and only shared between you and him. He twitched helplessly inside, his breath hitching beneath you as he finally began to come down from the high you’d supplied.

“Hey!” You heard someone bark angrily toward the top of the recital hall, filling you with terror. “The hall is closed! Get out of here!” From where you sat, you could see the stream of light from a flashlight flood over seats above you.  

“Fuck!” You whispered, lowering your body closer to Danny, and pulling out of him in the darkness, hoping and praying that security didn’t see you having sex. 

“Stupid college kids,” the man sputtered under his breath. “Out now!”

You tugged your skirt down as quickly as you could and watched as Danny buttoned his pants, not bothering to zip them. “Run,” he half-whispered, and you did immediately, keeping your head ducked low, sprinting off to the stage right exit. He reached for your hand and followed quickly.

“What about your cello?” You called back at him. 

“Wasn’t mine!” he said casually, running out of the building with you. 

***

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” He asked, peering at you over the steering wheel. He’d caught you staring.

“It’s because you’re so just so ugly,” you answered instantly, smirking at him as he drove. “It’s really unfortunate.”

“That’s definitely not what you said last night,” He fired back, blinking at you innocently through long, dark lashes. Admittedly, he looked gorgeous today, and his entire demeanor exuded relaxed confidence. He’d worn a backwards baseball cap, his curls pushed back slightly. You watched as they swirled into tight coils, shining against the sunlight beaming through the windows. As you made eye contact through his tinted sunglasses, you would have let him do anything to you then and there had he simply asked. 

“Let’s not advertise that,” you smirked, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. 

“Oh, I might be conceited, Darling, but there are things I most definitely intend to keep to myself. Sex in public is definitely one of those things.” 

“Daniel Wagner!” You scoffed, reaching to swat at him. 

“Don’t tell me you’re not thinking the same thing!” He chuckled, moving away from you as he turned into the rehearsal space. You watched as his fingers gripped the steering wheel, the contour of his muscles adjusting as he turned into the parking lot, and you admired the small veins that moved along his arms and into his hands. You weren’t exactly sure why you found these features so beautiful, but now, your mind fixated helplessly on them. 

“Come on, pretty girl,” he said, patting your thigh before stepping out of his car and making his way around it to take your hand. “Let’s go get this shit over with,” he said as you rose out of the vehicle, “So I can take you home and love on you some more,” he murmured, pulling you against him. You hugged him tight to you, his spicy scent looping pleasantly around you. He bent to kiss you on the head, and you moved to tilt upward. He moved to kiss you softly on the lips before taking your hand in his and walking into the building. Already inside, Jake was playing disconnected riffs on guitar, and you rolled your eyes, knowing that he most definitely had turned the gain all the way up. A fond grin began to tug at your lips. 

In the moment, your heart twanged with regret, wishing that things were different between the two of you. You would have been laughing at him two months ago, telling him he sucked at guitar, and that you were a better player. He would have made you prove it, and when you made your attempt, you would have most definitely made him fall apart laughing from how awful you sounded. 

“You okay?” Danny asked, noticing your sudden silence. You looked up at him and nodded, offering him a thin smile. 

“I’m fine,” you told him, and he pulled an arm around you, pulling you to his side as he stepped into the rehearsal room, dropping his drum bag by the stool behind his kit. 

“Think you could make a good beat?” He asked you, raising a flirtatious eyebrow. 

“Easy. Didn’t you know, I actually made these drums,” you said sarcastically, referring to his kit. You winked at him, stepping over to his kit and took a seat on the stool, completely unaware of what each drum was called, what its purpose was, and how to even keep time. 

“Take these,” he said, pulling a freshly prepped set of sticks out of his bag. They had been wrapped in electrical tape. “I use these when my hands hurt,” he explained. “They don’t splinter as easily, and they keep most of the vibration at the tip, up here,” he explained, touching the bead of the drumstick with the pad of his finger. “They’ll be good for you to use, I think.” Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Jake glancing over at you every few moments, but you pretended not to notice. You took the sticks from him, rubbing your fingers over the smoothy-taped areas. “Now,” he began, moving behind you. “Your foot is an extra hand.” He squeezed your shoulders tenderly as he spoke. “The pedal is down there,” he pointed. “Hit it.” 

You moved your foot down and stomped on the pedal. The room filled with the sound of the kick drum and Jake’s gaze flitted upward, landing on yours. He looked away quickly and continued to play. “Excellent!” Danny mused. “Now,” he said, leaning inward, his chest and belly pressed against your back, his arms coming around your body to place his hands on yours. You felt his curls tickle your neck as he moved in just above your shoulder. You tilted your head to look up at him for a moment, and he smiled gently down at you before turning his head back forward. “Play.” 

“Anything?” You asked him, hovering the sticks over the head of the snare. He reached under the drum and tightened the snare to change the sound. 

“You built these, right?” He asked with a wide grin. “You know how it works.” 

“Oh yeah, totally,” you said, reaching upward and slamming the sticks against the head of the drum, listening to the rattle resound through the space. You did it several times before reaching up and striking the cymbal a few times, moving to the other toms and then back. Danny chuckled softly as you bashed erratically on the drums. 

“You poor thing,” He murmured into the cuff of your ear. Something about the way he said it sent shivers over your body, igniting your skin in an instant array of goosebumps. The worst part was that he knew it. “Let me help.” You felt his rough fingers glide over yours before closing around them. You enjoyed his closeness and how comfortable you felt with him, despite the electricity that silently crackled between your embraces. He moved with easy confidence, the strength and solidity in his rhythm evident through his guiding movement. You chuckled softly as he moved with you, feeling his lips kiss your neck as he somehow continued to play effortlessly. 

“Danny! Focus!” You chided him. 

“Okay, okay,” he said with a wide grin. “Scoot,” He said, taking the drumsticks from you, backing away. You moved for him, standing and letting him sit on the stool instead. “Now, come sit,” He said, patting his thigh. “This is yours,” he said, handing you one of the sticks. 

Jake (will be read from first person POV, present tense):

I want it to stop, but knowing I have no power over that, I move to roll my eyes and boil internally instead. They’re blatantly flirting in front of me, disregarding me entirely. You see me, yet you peer right through me with a gentle smile, but one that isn’t mine to see. How could I become a stranger to you so quickly? Do the last two years of our friendship mean absolutely nothing to you? Danny doesn’t care that I have feelings for you. He knows I do, but his selfishness stole you from me. What he doesn’t know is that I’m still not over you, and I don’t intend to be anytime soon. We’ll find each other again soon enough. This isn’t goodbye. It’s temporary. 

I pluck random, thoughtless riffs on my guitar as I seethe. “Talk to her,” Josh says, coming to sit beside me, slurping loudly on what I assume is most likely a hot tea mixed with a cocktail bar’s worth of booze.

“What?” I ask, turning with my guitar toward him. 

“Jake. You literally look like a fuckin’ stalker staring at her, man. Just pull her aside and talk to her already. It’s time. You’re losing her. Smooth things over before it’s too late.” You watched as Sam sidled over, bending to pet Rosie as she zoomed around the room. 

“Really,” Sam agreed quietly. “The weird tension is getting really old.” I watch as he tosses one of Rosie’s toys into the hallway, grinning faintly as she lunges to grab it and run it back to Sam. It takes my mind off of you for just a moment. 

“I wasn’t staring,” I argue despite Josh and Sam’s dissenting glances at each other. I scoff with annoyance. “Fine. I’ll talk to her.” Truth be told, my stance has gotten me nowhere. I could have been honest with you, and I fucked it up by being a coward. I lied to you, and stole away your hope for more, because I was scared. I could have told you. You would have understood, but now it’s far-too late to even consider opening up a conversation like that. Despite my jealousy, I put it aside, determined to pull you aside after rehearsal and try to mend things, if only just a little bit. 

***

You were aware of his presence. You hadn’t made eye contact, but something in your gut told you he was approaching you. The room grew smaller and smaller as he arrived beside you, but you laughed at whatever Danny was in the middle of telling you, trying your best to look undisturbed. 

“Hey,” he said, breaking through your defenses easily. 

“Hi,” you spoke, looking him in the eye. “Can I talk to you for a moment?” He looked nervous, his gaze moving between you and Danny for a long moment. “Alone?” He asked again. You watched as Danny’s jaw set tensely. You touched his arm softly and squeezed. 

“Sure,” you told Jake, nodding with a thin smile, stepping away from Danny. “I’ll be back in a few.” Danny eyed Jake for a long moment before looking back at you, nodding coolly. 

You walked with him around the exterior hallways that looped around the large building, just like old times, except now, the chasms in your relationship had pulled you so far from one another that silence prevailed for far too long. 

“So, I guess I really just wanted to say I’m sorry.” He said sheepishly, casting his eyes down upon the tile floor. He stuffed his hands nervously in his pocket. You were silent, but you continued to walk with him as you listened. “I was terrible to you, and I promised you that I would never leave–”

“But you did,” you said, looking up at him. He met your gaze, nodding.

“I did.” He let more silence linger before continuing. “Y/n, I shut you out because I didn’t know how to process what you had told me.”

“So you decided being an absolute piece of shit was the way to go?” You asked him sarcastically, your tone sharp and icy. 

“Apparently,” he said, grimacing with regret. “And you’re right. I hurt you. I know I did, and I only made it worse. And now you’re with Danny…”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked him, turning sharply in place. 

“What?” He asked, though he heard you.

“What does that have to do with anything, Jake? Why couldn’t you just be

there for me? You couldn’t–you literally let your bestfriend–hell, pretty much your brother fill your shoes?” 

“You’re my best friend!” He practically shouted, stepping forward and taking you by your shoulders. His eyes were wild with intensity, taking you by surprise. “You, Y/n,” he said with a tenderness you didn’t quite understand. “I let you down–and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/n. I just want you back. How can I get you to trust me again?” He asked as his expression deepened, practically begging for mercy. 

“Don’t leave me, Jake. Don’t leave again.”

--

End of part 6.

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[symphonybracket]

YouTube links: Tchaikovsky 6, Mahler 1

Comments:

Mahler 1

cmon there's evil frere jacque in this symphony it's the best thing ever

The beginning is so beautiful… and very reminiscent of the Star Trek intro!

It's SO MUCH. The first two movements are gorgeous. Putting minor key "are you sleeping brother john" and then klezmer wedding music in the middle of it is the funniest thing anyone's ever done AND THEN CYMBAL CRASH an absolute deluge of sound and the most epic f***ing music ever (Wagner can go eat his socks). You have to love it.

Tchaikovsky 6

Everyone bangs on about the 4th movement but it's the 3rd movement that really hits

tchaik 6 is what i would listen to if i had an hour to live

the 5/4 movement of the tchaik lives rent free in my mind and i think about it every day

It’s beyond gorgeous. The melodies soar, the orchestra swells, and you just need to lie down for a while after listening to it. It’s Romanticism at its zenith. You want to weep and sigh, and it’s impossible to listen to it without literally feeling something.

Symphony No. 6, titled “Pathétique”, was Tchaikovsky’s final symphony. It is an intensely emotional piece, and to many scholars demonstrates the emotional turmoil that characterized much of Tchaikovsky’s life. He died about a week after its premiere, a fact which leads many scholars to debate about whether the content of the piece itself reflects the possibility that he may have committed suicide. The title itself is often translated to mean “impassioned suffering”, although this was most likely a later addition by Modest and not actually part of Tchaikovsky’s vision. Given these facts, many scholars interpret this piece to be about death and suffering. However, this piece can also be seen to represent life and all its contrasting moments. This interpretation is more holistic and inclusive of all of the moments captured in this piece, and also serves to break down the common narrative of Tchaikovsky as a tragic figure.

More comments about Tchaikovsky 6 below the cut (length warning):

Scholarship surrounding Tchaikovsky’s music tends to focus heavily on the ways his confliction over his homoerotic desires appears in his writing. However, his personal letters reveal a much more balanced understanding of himself that goes beyond the common narrative. In one letter written to Modest describing a new relationship with another man, he writes: “I awoke today with a feeling of unknown happiness and with a complete absence of that emotional sobriety that used to make me repent in the morning for having gone too far the day before.” Many of the letters he wrote regarding his relationships demonstrate no shame and no anguish beyond what can be expected of a man living in a homophobic society. It is important to take this information into account when listening to a piece such as this one that has been discussed so frequently, and to understand it beyond the turmoil and strife that it is seen to represent. Like many of Tchaikovsky’s works, this symphony displays a range of human emotions. It is not only representative of tragedy and “impassioned suffering”; it is a depiction of what it is like to live. It is also interesting to note that this piece is used as a signifier of queer desire in the novel "Maurice" by E.M. Forster, a novel also notable for its radical portrayal of a queer man who gets a happy ending. Much to think about there.

The first movement begins with a lone bassoon soloist playing a plaintive minor melody, which later comes back in the strings. As the movement progresses, it grows in intensity and texture. More instruments are added, and the music becomes more frantic, building and building towards the dramatic trumpet fanfare. Throughout this piece, Tchaikovsky continues to make significant use of contrasting dynamics and melodies, reflecting the emotions he hopes to convey through the music. Dramatic, tumultuous sections are interspersed with pastoral woodwind melodies, and the angry brass fanfares give way to a quiet ending.

The second movement is reminiscent of a waltz, and uses the strings and woodwinds more than the brass to achieve its floating melodies. The dynamics ebb and flow to build tension, but this movement never reaches the same levels of anguish that the previous movement does. Tchaikovsky makes use of pizzicato in the strings to convey a lighter, more cheerful mood, and features the upper woodwinds prominently. He also repeats themes frequently, giving the audience something familiar to listen out for as the movement progresses.

The third movement begins with frantic energy in the strings and woodwinds. As more instruments join the rush of music, the underlying eight note accompaniment does not let up, continuing the vivacious beginning through the whole movement. Instruments pass the melodies between each other and engage in conversations across the orchestra. Like the first movement, the brass play a prominent role in creating dramatic climaxes in the music, as well as supporting the march-like conclusion. Conductor Myung-Whun Chung describes the deceptively dramatic ending as, “one of the greatest, most thrilling, but most empty of victories in musical history,” observing that this movement has the energetic finality of a final movement. The reversal of having the true finale be a slower movement represents a shift away from the “Beethovian model of light over darkness” common in most other symphonies of this time period.

As mentioned before, ending on a movement with a slow tempo was a significant shift away from the standard of the time. This innovation inspired many other future composers to use the same technique, most notably Mahler in his Ninth Symphony. The quiet beginning builds up towards a chaotic rush of fast runs throughout the orchestra, only to stop abruptly and continue in halting, cautious bursts of melody. The movement continues with this cycle of rushing up to a climax and backing away as the movement progresses. Tchaikovsky highlights the horns in this movement, giving them both angry, blaring notes which cut through the string melodies and the flowing, lyrical lines that are passed throughout the orchestra. As the piece ends, the instruments fall away until all that is left are steady repeated notes in the basses, bringing this lament of a movement to an understated close.

#tchaik 6 comments 2nd so i can put i readmore #tchaikovsky #mahler #round 3

[musenemesis]

Moritz von Schwind

The Cat Symphony, 1868, Pencil, pen and brush on paper.

The drawing is a violin melody, on which cats are presented instead of notes. The composition can be interpreted as a caricature of Richard Wagner's music, which the artist did not much appreciate.

Schwind gifted the music sheet to one of his friends, the violinist Joseph Joachim. The reason for the gift was Joachim's appointment as director of the Berlin University of Music. The melody of course was unplayable.

[yaeggravate]

interesting things from kaeya's hangout:

kaeya played a character who is based on siyavash, a figure from the epic, shahnameh (the book of kings). siyavash was unjustly executed by his father-in-law, afrasiab. in iranian folklore the flowers fritillaria imperialis are said to bow their heads to weep for his tragic end. these flowers are the inspiration behind the mourning flower in genshin.

(the gate of khaenri'ah is located in hangeh afrasiab, named after the place afrasiab was killed by siyavash's son kay khosrow. whether or not kaeya's first name is derived from him/the kayanians is unknown.)

according to the mourning flower's description, the locals believe the survivors from the cataclysm are barred from eternal samsara (rebirth) due to being stained by the darkness.

during the play, kaeya wields the sword the harbinger of dawn. the sword's name emphasizes the story from the veluriyam mirage in which kaeya plays a character from a dark realm who is searching for light. it's also reminiscent of the poem venti gives kaeya.

kaeya is seen talking to a dusk bird. these birds chirp in morse code and are believed to have understood human speech once. in wagner's ring saga, the character siegfried is unable to understand a woodbird's song. he tries to mimick the melody in an attempt to get attuned to it but fails. (eventually he does manage to understand the bird after tasting the blood of a dragon he slayed.) it might just be a funny coincidence, but it's interesting kaeya is paralleled to siegfried here, when kaeya himself is based on hagen from the same story. this all goes back to kaeya's determination to defy the roles dictated by fate. hagen was a villain but siegfried was a hero.

kaeya gives you a lamp as a furnishing gift. he says that according to the merchant he bought it from it once housed a powerful jinni. the lamp's color scheme is similar to the sword xiphos' moonlight. this sword houses a (now-silent) jinni, and it was wielded by xiphos, a prince from a fallen kingdom.

kaeya claims (or jokes) he can make his coin do whatever he wishes of it. however, he can only do this with his own coin (the one from his idle animation). the symbol on the mora coin is a triquetra on top of an upside down 'triangle', which just so happens to bear a striking resemblance to the symbol for kaeya's passive talent glacial heart.

kaeya hints that there's an inept god controlling everyone's fate. this has actually been brought up several times in game. it's speculated that the three moon sisters are based on the fates or morai from greek mythology. the description of xiphos's moonlight corroborates this. according to the jinni, the moon goddesses already decided everyone's fate long before they died. (interestingly enough, the lamp kaeya gives you is called mysterious lamp of fate ordained.) it's possible the triquetra symbolizes the moon sisters like how it symbolizes the triple goddesses in neopaganism.

according to klee, kaeya has been reading her the story of the fox in the dandelion sea. at the end of the book, it is revealed the protagonist is stuck in a loop. kaeya hasn't read her the ending yet.

#what does this all mean? i have no fucking idea. thank you for reading #.txt #hangout spoilers #lore bytes #kaeya alberich

[wildmoonworld]

First Night Out

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Jake Kiszka x reader

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: alcohol, cussing, unprotected sex (WRAP IT), oral sex, hair pulling, threesome, double penetration, MINORS STAY AWAY!!

Summary: A week before your wedding, AC and Jake plan the bachelorette and bachelor parties. Being in your drunken thoughts, you give Jake an idea. Will Danny agree to that idea?

Part 5

~~*~~

It had been 6 months since Archer was brought into the world and 6 months since Danny had purposed to you. You were over the moon with how your life was at the moment, Archer was starting to develop a personality, Emmy was the best big sister and Danny was the best Dad in the entire world.

Danny always made sure that he pulled his weight when it came to being a parent. He woke up throughout the night to attend to the little one, changing the diapers, bathing the kids and helping clean the house. This man was heaven sent. Some mornings, you’d wake up to the aroma of bacon and eggs dancing through the halls of the home you shared. You’d walk into the kitchen watching him, bouncing Archer as he was scrambling eggs. Which was the hottest thing a man could do, in your eyes at least. Some nights, you would hear him sing soft melodie’s trying to get the baby down for bed. And you would find yourself outside of the door of the nursery, admiring the man you were going to marry here in the next few months.

~~*~~

You had picked the colors, the flowers, the bridesmaids, the cake flavor, the dresses, the tuxedos, the venue, everything was planned and ready to go for the big day. It was the weekend before the wedding, AC had planned a trip for the bachelorette party…VEGAS. Everyone was so excited, you were so ready to get out of the house and away from all the stresses of planning your dream wedding. But you guys weren’t going alone. Jake was Danny’s best man, he as well planned a bachelors party for the boys…in Vegas.

Arriving at the airport, you realize the boys are staying at the hotel at the casino and you girls are staying at the hotel down the street. You’d probably end up running into them eventually through out the weekend, which wouldn’t bother you so much. You’d rather spend your time in Vegas with Danny anyways.

The first night there, AC wanted to have an elegant dinner followed with some gambling at the casino. You were all getting ready to head out to the town, thankfully you got your own hotel room. Rooming with 5 other females just wouldn’t have been something you wanted, you were grateful AC knew to get your own room. You were touching up your makeup, when you hear a knock at your door. Walking over, you look into the peephole of the door. Seeing the back of a very tall man, with dark curly hair. Opening the door, when he turns around you grab the front of his shirt pulling him into your room. Connecting your mouth to his, his arms snake around your waist and pull you into his body. Wrapping your arms around his neck, embracing the moment alone. Since becoming parents, Danny and you haven’t had any time to be alone without children running around the house and asking questions. It was peaceful to be with him, alone.

“Jesus, you are stunning in white.” he pulls away, holding both of your hands. He lifts your arm, spinning you around to get the full view. You’re were wearing a white, silky cocktail dress that hugged your curves.

“And you, my love are ravishing as ever.” you respond, running your hands down the side of him puckering for another kiss. Pulling away, you walk over to the side of the bed and pull your glittery, clear heels out of your bag. Danny steps over and kneels down, one by one he straps your heels onto your feet.

“Jake is taking us boys to the strip club tonight.” glaring up at you, slowly running his hands up your thighs.

“Go have fun, i trust you.” you respond, placing each hand over his cheeks. You kiss his nose.

“I love you.” escapes his mouth as he leans in, crashing his lips into yours. His hands find their way to your ass, gripping them to pull you up onto your feet. Sucking and nipping, he creates a storm within your heat. Swirling his tongue inside of your mouth, his grip tightens on your cheeks. Lifting a hand and slapping your ass, making you squeal. His other hand reaching up to the neckline of your dress, the rounded flesh of your tit springs free. His thumb grazes your nipple, rolling it between his pointer finger and thumb. Bucking into him, a small moan slips between your lips.

“Don’t stop…” you whimper into his mouth as your tongue explores his. You feel his cock jerk against your stomach, his hand snakes their way into your hair to the neap of your neck, tugging you back. Your tits are on display, placing his tongue on your pink peak. He begins to suck, flick and graze his teeth. Releasing your tit with a pop, his eyes catch your glare. His smile is sinister.

“I have to go, baby.” he says blowing across your aroused nipples.

“You dick…why would you…” before you can get the next word out, he crashes into your lips.

“I just wanted to tease you a bit, reminding you, who you belong to.” he responds, dropping your arms from his neck, you dangle in his arms defeated. He lays you down on the bed and places a sweet kiss on your bare chest.

“Have fun tonight, my love.” he says, adjusting himself. You hold up your middle finger, hearing him chuckle because of your pouting from not getting what you want. He walks over to the door, opening it before it shuts you hear him say again ‘i love you’.

After dinner, you girls head to the casino where the boys are staying for the weekend. Everyone went to the slot machines, while you head over to the bar to grab a drink before heading over to the slot machines. While waiting for the bartender to take your order, a tall, dark haired man appears next to you. Glancing over you notice he is covered in tattoos, one on his neck you were fondly attracted to.

“Can i buy you a drink?” he turns his body towards you. Sipping on what you assume is a Jack and Coke. His eyes were a piercing sky blue, his beard wasn’t over bearing…this man was beautiful.

You hold up your left hand, flash him your engagement ring.

“All the more reason for me to buy you a drink. Celebrating, i assume?” he follows, placing his drink on the bar. Motioning for the bartender to approach.

“Put her drinks on my tab.” he says, bartender shooting you a glare.

“Vodka Cranberry, please.” you respond

Looking over to him, giving him a smile as a thank you.

“Your husband, he is a lucky man to be marrying someone extraordinarily beautiful.” he spoke, reaching over you grab your drink from the bar and take a sip.

“Lucky enough for her to be the mother of my children.” you hear a familiar voice come from behind the man. Your eyes dart up quickly, seeing Danny with his hand on the random man’s shoulder. Taking you by the hand, he leads you out of the bar area towards the poker table, where the boys are sitting.

“Danny, it wasn’t anything like what you think….” putting a finger in front of your mouth, he stops you from talking.

“I trust you, darling. It’s the man i don’t trust.” he replies, sitting back in his seat where he was before. He taps his leg, motioning you to sit in his lap. As always, you follow his directions. Swinging your legs over his, he wraps his arm around your back and his cards are in your lap. Looking around, the boys all dressed looking like pimps right out of the 70s. Each one of them wearing sunglasses, fur coats, gold and silver jewelry, black button ups only buttoned to their sternums.

Your eyes land on Jake, catching his gaze. He slowly brings his drink to his lips, winking at you from across the table. Quickly looking away, you lean into Danny. Your chest is pressed against his head, turning his head he kisses your bare chest the way he did earlier that night in your room. Looking up, his glare could burn a hole right through you. His cheeks are flushed with jealousy.

After the night of drinking and gambling, you all decide to head back to the hotels. You’re in your room, unzipping your dress and taking off your heels. You throw on the robe that the hotel provided and crawling into bed, slipping into a peaceful sleep.

The second and last night of the trip, AC wanted to take the girls to a nightclub. You haven’t heard much from the boys, but you weren’t too worried. Tomorrow was the day the groups would leave to go home and you were just ready to be home with the Daniel and the kids.

Everyone was pretty wasted, including yourself. Heading over to the bar to retrieve another round, while waiting to place your order with the bartender. You noticed a distinct smell of teakwood. A smell you have grown pretty familiar with being inches away from Jakes face time and time again. You look over your shoulder and see a man standing beside you, his back was turned towards you. All you could make out was his long brown hair. Tapping his shoulder, he turns around. His heavy brown eyes capture yours, licking his lips he examines your figure. You were wearing a white glittery, strapless cocktail dress. It was so short, for sure if you bent over everyone would know you weren’t wearing any panties.

“See something you like?” you question him.

Your eyes make their way to his lips, licking your own. Before you can stop your drunken words, you lean over to whisper into his ear over the loud music.

“I wonder if Daniel would let us have our way with each other.” you say into his ear, pulling away. You place the order for the round of drinks. He grips your arm tightly, your eyes make contact with his.

“Watch what you say to me, i’ll make sure it happens.” he replies.

“I’d like to see you try.” you respond, nipping at his nose.

The bartender brings the drinks over to you, Jake releases his grip and reaches for his wallet. Sliding his credit card towards the bartender.

“Put their drinks on my tab.” he says

Walking away, you head back over to the girls. Handing out the drinks, you go back to the dance floor and finish the night out.

~~*~~

Later that night, you finally make it back to your room. When walking into your room, you don’t bother taking anything off. You plop down onto the bed and begin to fall asleep. Suddenly, there was a knock at your door.

“Whoever it is, can this wait until in the morning?” you yell out.

Another knock.

You stand up, walking over to the door you look through the peep hole. Jake. Opening the door, you look at him.

“Jake, what are you doing?” you ask. You don’t want to invite him in, you’d much rather sleep. Danny walks around the corner, sliding his hand across your lower back and embracing you with a meaningful kiss.

“Mmm now i’ve waited for that, all my life.” you whisper to him, Jake is still standing in front of you both.

“Jake gave me an idea, i wanted to know if you’d be open to it.” Danny brings his hand up to your face and pushes the strand of hair out of your face. You look over to Jake and catch his gaze.

“Oh yeah, what was that idea?” you replied, not taking your eyes off of Jake.

“Let’s get inside of the room before discussing anything.” Danny says, pulling you inside and Jake following closely.

Walking over to sit on the end of the bed, the boys are standing in front of you. If you weren’t sober before, you are now. Terrified of what this conversation is about to unleash. You place your hands in your lap and you start to bite the inside of your lip. Looking up at Danny.

“What is this about?” you say quietly, he places a curled finger under your chin and his thumb over your bottom lip. Looking into his eyes, lust has flooded his entire face.

“Jake, ask her.” he says

Looking over to Jake, he has a devilish grin printed on his face. Licking his lips, he reaches to place a hand on your cheek. Running the pad of his thumb from under your eye, down the side of your face. They both are up to something, something you might just be more than willing to agree to. Jake was someone you lusted after and Danny being the father of your children, the man you love with your entire being. You wanted both of them, right then.

“Would you be willing to have a threesome?” Jake asked, your eyes are wide. Looking over to Danny for reassurance, he nods his head with a sweet smile. Looking back and forth between the two of them, their cheeks are flushed and eyes are dark.

“Danny…” you say

“It’s a yes or no answer baby, we won’t do anything you don’t want to do and you can make the rules.” he replies, finally sitting on the bed beside you.

You stay quiet for a moment, thinking about your answer. Your glare bouncing between the two.

“Okay…” you say

“I just don’t want this to mess up anything we…”

He puts his pointer finger on your lips, cutting you off.

“It was both of our idea, it will be one night. Then you’re mine forever.” he replies, removing his finger. He places a kiss on your lips, before standing up. Jake takes a seat beside you and places a hand on your thigh, Danny kneeling down reaching round your ankle he starts to take your heels off. As always, he places kisses on the tops of your feet after taking them off. Jake takes his free hand and cups your face, he leans in. Looking down at Danny, he shakes his head.

“It’s okay baby” he says, kissing up your legs.

Turning towards Jake, quickly he crashes into your lips. It’s hot and heavy, his lips are intoxicating like you can barley breathe. Slightly you part your lips for his tongue to slide freely against yours. Danny’s kisses get higher, Jakes hand is just under the hem of your dress. Reaching up you cup Jakes face, sucking and biting his bottom lip. Pulling away, your hands rub down his neck and under his shirt slowly making their way to the buttons. One by one you unbutton him free. Danny spreads your legs, kissing the insides of your thighs he notices you’re not wearing any panties.

“Seems like you wanted to get fucked tonight, my little one.” he says, running his tongue against your pussy lips. Letting out a shaky moan, your bottom lip is between your teeth and your eyes are connected with his. Jake is leaving wet opened mouth kisses on your neck, his calloused hand slowly dragging across your chest. Slowly, running his finger on the inside of your dress. Pulling the top of your dress down to reveal your breast, grazing his thumb across your nipples, making them pucker. Heat floods your body, making you buck your hips into Danny’s face. He runs his tongue through your folds, making his way to your clit finally latching. A jagged moan is release from your lips, Jake has made his way down to your nipples. Flicking and sucking, running your hand up his back into the neap of his neck. Holding him there to suckle your pebbled nipple, the other hand grabs Danny’s hand as he lapses up your aerosol.

“Fuckkk Danny…please don’t stop” you pant in between moans.

Sliding his hand up the inside of your thigh, you feel one finger slide into your pussy. Letting out a gasp, Jake sits up. Grabbing your chin, he turns your face to look at him.

“You look at me when you cum all over his face.” he demands. Running his thumb over your bottom lip, you open your mouth. His thumb slides into your mouth, you begin to suck. Your muffled moans are making his length grow within his jeans. Danny slides another finger inside of you, widening your eyes. Moaning past his thumb that is in your mouth. Jake runs his hand down to your throat, slightly applying pressure.

“Cum for us, doll face.” he requests.

Your thighs clinch around Dannys head and begin to shake, your eyes begin to roll. Your vision starts to go blurry and your hearing is muffled. Coming down from your high, Danny stands up in between your knees and Jake is laying next to you.

“We’re not finished yet, my love.” Danny says, pulling his shirt over his head. Jake begins kissing your cheek.

“Can i bend you over the way i have been dreaming about?” he whispers into your ear. Shaking your head to reply.

Jake stands up to slide his shirt down his arms and tossing it into the floor. Danny unbuckles his belt and working his jeans down his legs to step out of them. You slide your dress off of your body, kicking it over to the side of the bed. You were naked, laying on the bed watching two beautiful men undressing to pleasure you. Both of them, crawl up to either side of you. Jake places a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Turn over, lovely.” Jake says, you follow turning over on your stomach. Face to face with Danny.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this, daddy?” you whisper, he smiles and brushes the strand of hair behind your ear.

“I promise” giving you a sweet kiss.

“I love you.” he follows.

“I love you more.” you respond.

Jake gets behind you, grabbing your hips to pull you up so that you’re level with his cock. He leans down, placing his tongue on your clit, licking between your folds making his way to the top of your ass.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” he mumbles as he spreads your cheeks apart. Sitting up, taking his cock into his hand he glides his length between your folds. Spitting into your folds, massaging the head of his cock onto your clit.

“Please…Jakey, fuck me. Don’t make me beg.” you whine, hinting by bouncing your ass against his cock. His hands runs up your back, into the neap of your neck pulling your head back into his shoulder by your hair.

“Jake.” Danny is stern with his voice.

“Is this what you want?” Jake whispers into your ear, shoving his cock into your entrance. Gasping, all of your breathe leaves your body. Stunned by the way he stretches you out and fills you up so perfectly.

“..yess..” you say under your breath, biting your lip as he is pumping your tight, sopping wet pussy. Looking over to Danny, he is stroking his perfect cock at the sight of you getting railed by his best friend. Opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue, you wink at him. He stands up on his knees, cradling your chin in his hand.

“Just tap my leg if it gets too much, we both will stop.” he says, stroking your jaw as you wait for him to enter your mouth. Shaking your head in agreement, he places his cock on your lips. Leaving wet kisses down his shaft and head, taking him in your hand you lick the aerosol that is dripping ever so slightly out of the head of his dick. Moaning from the fact Danny tastes so good and Jake is hitting every right spot from behind. Danny grabs the back of your head and slowly eases himself into your mouth, gently hitting the back of your throat. Breathing through your nose, trying not to gag on his large length.

“Fuckkk, she’s such a good girl Daniel. There’s the reason you’re marrying her.” Jakes says, holding onto your hips he is pounding in and out of you. He watches Danny fuck your throat, he was almost to his climax when he pulls out of your mouth.

“I want to fill your insides, not your mouth, my love.” he says, tapping Jakes arm to switch places.

Placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head, Danny makes his way behind you. Softly rubbing your ass before lining himself up, he rubs the head of his cock between your folds. You turn to look at him as he eases himself into your pussy, your eyes roll to the back of your head. Jake was large in girth, but Danny want large in length. He begins to thrust, hitting your g spot ever so sweetly making you whimper.

As you were looking back at Danny as he was pumping your insides, Jake cradles your chin turning your head so that you’re facing him.

“Oh y/n, you are perfect.” he says, wiping the wet mascara off of your cheeks.

“Open for me, doll face.” he follows, placing his thumb on your chin. Following his request, you open up. Gently, he slides into your mouth. Hitting the back of your throat, you gag around his cock.

“Fuckkk, you sound so beautiful choking on me.” he mumbles, wrapping his hands within your locks he begins to fuck your throat. You can feel them both tense up from wanting to release their loads. Tapping Jakes leg, he pulls back out of your mouth. You reach back to get Danny’s attention by tapping his hand that was placed on your hip.

“Are you okay, baby?” Danny says, pulling out of you. Trying to catch your breath, you hold up a finger to take a moment.

“I want to try something.” you say softly. Both of them raise their eyebrows, waiting for your follow up response.

“Danny, lay down.” tapping the bed beside you. He does exactly what you say. Crawling on top of him to straddle him.

“Jake, get behind me.” following your orders, he does exactly that.

“I want both of you…at the same time.” you finish. Danny’s eyes get wide, peaking over your shoulder to see Jakes reaction. His eyes were wide and mouth was hanging open.

“Are you sure about this, honey?” Danny asks so sweetly. Shaking your head in agreement. Leaning down, softly kissing him. You begin to stroke him, lining him up with your entrance, you slowly lower yourself onto his cock. He lets out a mumbled grunt, turning around to look at Jake to give him the reassurance that it is okay. He gathers his saliva in his mouth, spitting onto your back entrance. Slowly and gently, he eases himself into you, inch by inch.

“Are you okay, doll?” Jake asked, as he stopped to let you adjust to the new sensation that is radiating through your entire body. Breathing threw your nose and out of your mouth, Danny places his hands on either side of your face.

“Remember…let us know when it’s too much.” he whispers, shaking your head. Danny makes eye contact with Jake, they begin to slowly thrust in and out of you. The feeling was completely overstimulating, but too amazing to where you’re going to ask them to stop. Picking up the pace, listening to their grunts and moans. Making you reach your orgasm faster.

“Fuck…you’re such a good girl.” Jake says, spreading your cheeks to take in the view.

“You’re my good girl, cum on my cock baby.” Danny says, their words make you tighten around their cock. You become lightheaded and your vision is blurred, as they work you through your intense climax you feel them both tense up. Their cocks are pulsating, bodies are jerking, they both release their loads inside of you. Filling up your holes, you collapse on top of Danny. Jake falls backwards onto the bed. A moment or two passes by, all three of you are snuggled into your bed. Jake fell asleep before Danny and you. Laying on his chest, you listen to his heart beating, the sound you loved to fall asleep too.

“Danny?” you whisper, trying not to wake Jake that is on the other side of you asleep.

“Yes, my love?” he answers, running his fingers up and down your back.

“Do you still love me?” you ask, making tiny circles on his chest with your fingers.

“Of course i do, i will always love you.” he responded, pulling you closer to his chest.

“After THAT, you don’t look at me differently?” you ask another question, from the overthinking thoughts that are running through your head.

“I never will, honey. It was something as a couple, we both agreed to it.” he responds.

“Now let’s get some rest, we have a flight in the morning. I love you, more than you’ll ever know.” he says quietly, kissing the top of your head.

“I love you, Danny.” you respond, kissing his chest before falling into a deep sleep.

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[seenoversundown]

Spooks & Cider

Daniel X Melody (OC)

Warnings : just fluff! Subtle nods to anxiety. Word count : 2.1k

She’s In Love With The Boy - Trisha Yearwood “She’s in love with the boy, And even if they have to run away, she’s gonna marry that boy someday”

Melody POV

I sit with my face pressed to the window that faces our family driveway, my hot breath fogging up the glass every time I take a breath. 

“Be careful tonight, mi amor!” My mom yells from the kitchen, the sounds of pots clanging together following behind her soft voice. “Remember, eleven thirty! No later, Melody.” 

“Yes, Mamà.” I replied, continuing to stare out the window for his headlights.

My best friend, Daniel, was on his way to get me for a haunted house. We’ve been close since grade school, but this past year there’s been a shift with us. I’ve always thought that Daniel was cute, I couldn’t have imagined he felt the same way. So tonight was a first for us, a date you could call it. The first outing since we’ve told each other how we feel. 

I really like you, Melody. More than anything else in the world, I think. Daniel’s words ran in my head like they were practicing for a marathon. I welcomed every round. 

My heart pounded against my chest as I watched his headlights turn into the driveway. Grabbing the sweater my mom is forcing me to take, I shout a quick bye! as I'm running out the door towards Daniel’s truck. Hopping into his passenger seat I can’t help but grin back at his soft, lazy smile. 

“Hi, Ducky,” he says as I buckle my seatbelt in. “I hope you’re ready for tonight.” 

“So ready!” I responded. 

I was not ready. I knew this, Daniel knew this. For our entire friendship I’ve never been one for scary things, I jumped when a piece of fuzz I was unaware of invaded my vision. 

So, a haunted house? Not great. 

Spending time one on one with Daniel? My favorite thing in the whole world. 

I watch as his hand reaches across the console to the radio, putting on one of our favorite songs. 

“Are you sure you’re ready, Ducky?” His eyes shot over to me, “you don’t have to lie.” 

“Scouts honor,” I reply as I try to put on a brave face. The car fills with the echoes of Daniel’s laughter. Guess I didn't look as brave as I thought. 

Daniel takes a couple more turns through our foggy neighborhood until we reach a parking lot filled with other victims for tonight’s festivities. We hop out of our respective sides of the car and I immediately pull my arms around me. The sinister music and screams from the house are wafting in the air.

Before I can think twice I untie the sweater from around my waist, mamà knows best, and ruin my outfit by putting it on. My eyes are wide as I look around while we wait in line. I can’t see much, but I don’t trust that they didn’t put actors in line with us for a little pre show scare. A large, warm hand grabs onto mine and gives it a firm squeeze. A yelp escapes my lips. 

“It’s not too late to go and do something else, Melody.” Daniel says while giving my hand a couple more reassuring squeezes. Standing in line our height differences are much more noticeable, I practically have to throw my head back to make eye contact. 

“No. We’re here and we said we wanted to do some spooky shit this season, so we’re doing it.” 

He locks our fingers together sending shockwaves throughout my body. 

“Alright then, Ducky. Let’s do this.”

Past the entrance gates, we enter an open field. The main attraction, The Killer Barber, sits on our right. To the left of us are some small vendors filled with hot chocolate and apple crisp to warm us on this chilly New England night. 

“What do you want to do first?” Daniel asks. “Get spooked first, then hot chocolate as a reward for making it through? Apple crisp is happening no matter what.” 

I grin at him, “I swear you can read my mind.”

Hand in hand we start walking towards the house. 

“I can’t believe we’re in our senior year,” he says. “Wait, we’re still doing matching halloween costumes right?” 

I can’t contain my laughter, he’s always been a bit scatterbrained. 

“As if anyone else could be the Gomez to my Morticia.” I give his hand a squeeze and watch as a small smile flashes across his lips. “If anything, senior year is about to be our bitch.” 

We haven’t struggled with finding other friends at school, but it’s clear we always move as one. Since we were young it’s always been Daniel and Melody. Our parents accepted we were attached at the hip, and I think mamà has always secretly hoped we’d end up together. She’s liked Daniel since the start, but when he started to learn Spanish she was downright sold on him. 

When will you bring Daniel around? 

Call Daniel for dinner, I’m making his favorite. 

Can you just marry Daniel? 

Okay, maybe she didn’t ask me the last question- but a girl can dream. The thought of being Mrs. Daniel Wagner had always set off a horde of bees in my stomach. Not butterflies, those seem too tame. Full blown bees. 

“Earth to Ducky?” We’re next.” Daniel’s fingers are snapping in front of me, effectively bringing me back to reality. 

The Killer Barber. Yaaaaay.

The attendant smiles weakly at us before waving us in. 

As soon as we pass the threshold a door slams and a voice shouts “Come for a shave, have ye?” 

Daniel laughs, fully enthralled. I, on the other hand, find his arm and grip it tightly with my freehand close to my body. 

“I’ve got you, Melody.” He says reassuringly. 

“Let’s ju-just get th-through this,” I stutter. I can feel my anxiety peaking. Looking at Daniel I know he knows this too. He moves me so that I'm directly behind him, my tall shield to whatever lies ahead. 

My eyes are screwed shut, trusting Daniel won’t walk me into any walls. I don’t know how anyone walks through these, the sounds are enough to send me running. 

“I promise, it’ll be the closest shave you’ll ever have.” A voice says a few moments later. I swear I feel the hot breath on my ear which causes me to scream. 

“Ducky, you gotta not look so scared, they look for that.” Daniel says. 

“What do you mean not look so scared?” I shout. “Next time we’re apple picking and making a goddamned pie. None of this haunted house shit!” 

I feel the laugh rumble through him before I hear it, and I can’t help but laugh along too. Before I know it we’re hitting the final room. I peek out from behind him and am amazed at the scene unfolding in front of me. It’s gory, of course, but seeing how someone had changed this into a super scary scene is astounding. A face pops up at me while wielding a straight razor. I can’t help but gasp and tuck myself into Daniel’s laugh.

“A couple more steps.” His voice vibrates his whole chest, I can’t help but snuggle in closer. 

Relief floods my veins when I realize he wasn’t lying, I feel the cool night breeze on my ears. I’m still gripping the back of his shirt when I feel him laughing.

“You can let go, Ducky. We’ve made it.” I feel his hands reach back and try to loosen my grip. He spins around to look at me once he’s finally free, a giant grin stretched across his face. Daniel quickly pulls me in, the scent of his fresh laundry and incense he burns in his room  surrounds me. I bury my face into his chest, the smell seemingly stronger here. I feel his hand rest on the back of my head, tangling with my curls.

“I knew you could do it.” He says as he rests his head on mine. “You’re a strong girl, y’know.” I swear I feel his lips press to my forehead for a moment before moving back into place. We stay like this for a moment longer in the chaos of everything. 

Finally parting, I can’t help the smile on my face even though I just got scared shitless. Pulling on his hand, I started dragging him towards our reward.

“Let’s go, Daniel! Hot chocolate and crisp is calling our name!” 

Our laughter echoes behind us as we break off into a sprint towards the concession stands. He intertwines our fingers, and somehow takes over leading us. 

“Those long legs are so unfair!” I laugh-shout. 

“Grow taller then, Ducky!” 

Reaching the concessions stand the smell of chocolate and warm apples fill the air. I can’t help but get excited for our little treat. 

“Pick a seat, I’ll grab our treats.” 

A quick squeeze back and forth of our hands before we part. Finding an empty picnic table turned out to be quite easy. I take a seat on the opposite side so I can watch Daniel in line. His tall lanky stature is illuminated by the small surrounding lights. His long curly hair almost looked like a halo around his head, so wild and free.

It’s a quick moment before he turns around with his hands full. Long legs taking long strides until they finally reach me. Placing our goodies on the table he takes the seat opposite mine. Placing a small white cup in front of me, I almost tear it out of his hands. I'm so excited for this.

Taking the top off of my cup, I’m delighted to find a mound of whip cream. 

“What’d you think, I’d forget how you take your hot chocolate?” He says from across the table. “Oh, I’m sorry. I meant whipped cream with a side of hot chocolate.” 

“Now we’re judging my hot chocolate order?” I cross my arms and throw a pout his way.

“Never would I ever,” he says. “It’s cute like you.” Daniel moves quickly and sticks a single finger into my whipped cream and then sets it on my nose.

“Hey! That’s a waste of the goods!” 

Daniel says nothing, just stands in his seat, leans over, and quickly licks the whipped cream from my nose. 

“Not wasted,” he says with a wink. 

My face immediately gets hot. I break into the apple crisp. The gooey cinnamon apple oatmeal mixture steams from the container and makes my stomach rumble. The smell is otherworldly. I quickly hand a spoon to Daniel.

Holding my spoon out I wait for him to do the same. 

“Cheers!” We say in unison.

It’s quiet for the next few minutes as we devour our treat. As we finish up Daniel collects our trash and I look at my phone, 11:00 shines back on my screen. 

“You ready to go, Ducky?” He comes up from behind me and startles me a little bit. 

“Absolutely.” 

Our hands clasp and our walk back to the car is quiet. Daniel comes to my side and opens my door for me, and my face runs hot again. I watch as he walks over to his side and climbs into the driver's side. 

It takes us a few moments, but once we finally get out onto the road, he settles his hand onto my thigh. 

“This okay?” He asks while taking quick glances at me. I rest my hand on top of his, a silent yes. His hand gets tighter on my thigh and the bees in my chest become frantic. 

My porch light slowly comes into view and my heart constricts at the fact that this night is coming to an end. Daniel pulls into my driveway and shuts off his lights. He hops out of his side and quickly rounds to mine.

“I had a really good time tonight, Ducky.” He says while helping me out of the truck. “Next time, nothing scary. Just us, I promise.” 

Daniel’s hand invades my vision and pushes back my curly hair. Suddenly I can only focus on the scorching heat coming from his palm while it rests on my chin. Looking up at him, I can’t help but lean in. I’ve been dreaming of this moment for years, but now that it’s finally here it feels surreal. 

When our lips finally touch I swear I hear fireworks going off. People cheering. A whole ass explosion. 

I wrap my arms around his waist as he cradles my head in both of his hands. His soft lips are even more plush than they were in my dreams. 

He pulls back too soon, peppering my lips with small kisses before finally ceasing. 

“Melody, you are everything. Get inside so you don’t get grounded. I’ll text you when I’m home.” A final kiss is pressed to my lips before we separate. The walk to my front door is hazy. I turn and watch as he pulls out of the driveway, waving before he gets out of view. 

“Mi amor, how was your date?” My mamà asks when I enter the door.

“Oh, mamà, it was everything.” 

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[gardensgatekeeper]

'Tis the Damn Season - Part 1

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Reader

Word Count: 1,686

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing, drinking, implied sex // loss of virginity. Let me know if I missed anything!

Got inspired after listening to 'tis the damn season by Taylor Swift one too many times oops!

You and Danny were the textbook definition of high school sweethearts, even making it in the yearbook for most likely to get married. Never in a million years would you have been prepared for the world of hurt that followed the messiest breakup this town has ever seen. Something about going to college and needing to find some perspective, whatever the hell that meant. In the seven years that have since passed, you’ve done everything imaginable to block everything out of your memory. Hell, you quite literally left town a few months after because it was just too much. In a small town where everyone knows everything, you just couldn’t escape the hushed whispers every time you left the house. Not to mention the fact that nearly everything reminded you of him, from the traffic light in front of the bank he almost ran on the first date because he couldn’t stop staring at you…

It was exactly 5:30 p.m. on the dot when you heard a sturdy knock on the front door, making your heart leap out of your chest. “I’ve got it!” You practically leaped from the couch where you had been anxiously waiting for the past 45 minutes. You quickly opened the door where Danny stood on the other side, holding a small bouquet of wildflowers that had clearly been pulled from the side of the road somewhere. Nonetheless, they were perfect. “Hi.” You smiled. “Hi.” He grinned back. “Uh, these are for you.” He sheepishly said, handing you the flowers. “They’re beautiful, thank you.” You quickly ran to put them in a cup of water in the kitchen, making a mental note to properly arrange them in a vase later. When you waltzed back to the front door, you overheard your dad threatening Danny to have you back before your 9:30 p.m. curfew or else he’d be meeting his Smith & Wesson. “Dad!” your face turned beet red with embarrassment, practically shoving Danny out the door. “I promise he’s not serious.” You reassured Danny, who you were sure was probably scared shitless. He nervously chuckled before opening the passenger door of his 1987 Chevy Silverado for you. It felt like such a fairytale that a sophomore as cute and charming as Danny would want anything to do with the awkward little freshman you were. You still don’t know what he saw in you. On the drive to the movie theater, you noticed he kept glancing in your direction, a goofy grin peeking through. Your face flushed red once again, but not with embarrassment. In a moment you caught him glancing at you again, the green glow on his face suddenly flashed yellow then red in the blink of an eye. Looking ahead, you screamed out “Danny!” He whipped his attention back to the road, brakes squealing as he quickly applied pressure to stop the vehicle just before it crossed the white line at the intersection. “Shit, are you okay?” He asked. “Yeah, I'm fine.” I’m sorry, you just look so beautiful and I couldn't stop staring” …

To the time you gave yourself to him after your junior prom.

It seemed like just yesterday Danny showed up at your house with a sign asking you to be his date to prom, which you obviously said yes to. The night had been everything you dreamed of; you’d gotten all dressed up and took lots of pictures with your friends and dozens more with just you and danny. You’d danced the night away, from practically raving to the club-like songs to swaying to the more softer melodies. But when Danny pulled into the driveway of your house, you felt a pang in your heart as you weren’t ready for the night to end just yet. “Do you wanna come inside for a bit?” You asked. “Truthfully, I think I might need you to help me out of this dress.” You chuckled more to yourself. “Of course baby.” He smiled, quickly hopping out and opening the passenger door as he had done countless times before. Your parents just so happened to be out of town for the weekend, so you had the house to yourself. You took advantage of their absence and snagged a beer from the fridge, offering one to Danny who politely declined. “If you're worried about having to drive, why don’t you just stay?” His decision was clear when he smiled and grabbed the beer can you were still holding out. After changing into more comfortable clothes, the two of you cuddled up on the couch and put on a random movie. Of course, one thing led to another and soon you found yourself straddling his lap, sucking each other's faces off like the world was going to end. Your hips subconsciously shifted and a soft groan escaped his lips, which ignited a flame inside you. You and Danny had done a lot of things together, but hadn’t gone all the way yet. You were still a virgin and had been wanting to save yourself for ‘Mr. Right.’ You felt so lucky that Danny never pressured you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with, which must have been the reason you suddenly felt ready. Your movements halted as you pulled back, a look of confusion and concern spreading across Danny's face. “What's wrong baby?” “Nothing. I uh-" "You what?” “I want you Danny. All of you.” You whispered. “What? Are you sure? Y/N don’t think that just because I’ve got a raging bo-“ “Danny it’s not that I promise.” You giggled before continuing. “I’m ready. I trust you. I want you.” The smile that radiated from him warmed your heart so much. He grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you with such passion, you felt like you might truly float away.” “I love you Y/N.” With that, he grabbed your hand and led you upstairs to your room …

And here now you found yourself standing in that very bedroom where you’d be staying for the holidays. Of course, it looked a lot different than it did back then — the once vibrant blue walls were swapped for a much softer pale yellow and a new set of bedroom furniture replaced the well loved pieces you once had. Though physically things were different, the memories of your past life still remained, as if they were bound there forever. Your heart ached as you longed for the simpler times, before you had to deal with the shitty reality of the real world. Just like always, your parents were driving you absolutely insane. So when your mom mentioned needing something from the store, you jumped at the opportunity to get out of the house. It felt weird being back after being away for so long, really only having been back two or three times since you moved to the city. In the hopes of trying to avoid going back to the torture of listening to your parents argue over the controversy of ‘Baby it’s Cold Outside,’ you decided to take a little walk down memory lane, a stroll around town if you will. You managed to find a parking spot in the lot centered in between the Methodist church and your old high school. Your heart panged as you remembered the familiar feeling you had on your graduation day when it really sank in that you didn’t have Danny anymore. God why couldn’t you get him out of your mind? Shaking your head, you stepped out of your car into the brisk, unforgiving cold. Walking down the street, you admired all of the stores with festive window-front decorations. You found yourself even popping in a few of the shops and getting some last minute gifts for some of your friends back in the city. As you exited one store and made your way back out onto the street, the wind suddenly picked up and a strong gust ripped the scarf from around your neck. “Shit!” you gasped, going to chase after it. You sighed in relief as you saw someone up ahead grab it for you. “Thank you so much! I don’t know where that wind ca-“ Your words immediately stopped as the kind stranger turned around. Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized the slightly aged face. “Y/N?” Your mind raced with a million thoughts as you tried to collect yourself and respond, but instead you found yourself staring blankly back at him. “I thought this looked familiar. Is this the scarf I got for your birthday that one year? I can't believe you still have it.” He said more to himself, seemingly analyzing the worn fabric material before handing it back to you. “Thanks.” You quietly muttered. “So, you in town for the holidays?” “Uh yeah, staying at my parents’ house.” “Cool, well uh, I’m around for a few days if you wan-“ “Danny we don’t have to do the awkward small talk. Just forget it, I should be getting back anyway.” Your chest felt heavy as all the old emotions were coming back up, tears threatening to spill out. You quickly turned to walk back towards your car but before you could get very far Danny called out for you. “Y/N wait!” He caught up to you, gently resting his hand on your arm. “Listen, I'm sorry. I know we I didn’t leave things in a good place and that’s completely my fault.” Your eyes swelled as the tears were beginning to cloud your vision, but you refused to give him even a single one. Especially not after how many tears you had given him all those years ago. “I don’t think-“ You started but were abruptly interrupted. “Please Y/N. Can I pick you up later? We can ride around like we used to, just for old times sake.” There it was. That same smile that made you fall for him so many years ago. The same smile that appeared when he said he loved you for the first time. The smile that made you give into anything he asked. “Okay.”

Part two

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[fleetingofthegretas]

I might need jail time for even thinking this but it’s too sweet not to share.

Imagine you are Jakes girlfriend & you are pregnant. He is the first boy in the band to be having a kid so everyone in the band is ecstatic to meet yours & Jakes baby.

You guys host a baby shower, with all the boys & the Wagner & kiszka families. Momma kiszka had the brightest smile on her face and she’s so glad that you are the one carrying her first grandchild. Jake is nervous about the whole thing but excited nonetheless . Josh takes you to all your appointments for the baby & makes sure that you’re feeling okay & are well fed. When the boys are on tour Jake calls you every night to see how you and baby k are doing, followed by josh interrupting Jake on his own call to talk to you and see how baby k is doing.

It’s canon that josh would attempt to knit the baby a lil hat and it ends up being different size stitches but obviously you’re gonna keep it.

Danny and Sam would feel your baby bump and make up lil funny nicknames for the baby & tell you to name it chip bunker or Sammy jr.

When Jake is home from tour he would come home & draw you a bath and just sit at the side just to watch you and admire your beautiful pregnant body. You and him would be laughing and trying to figure out baby names just to circle back to the first ones you thought of. Jake jokes around about naming the baby “Gibson” if it’s a boy.

When you’re 9 months pregnant you’re with the band at an event when your water breaks. Josh immediately takes charge of helping you, him driving you to the ER and completely forgetting about Jake. Josh is with you the entire time and Jake shows up shortly after you get a room, along with the rest of the boys. They sing you sweet lil’ Melodies to calm you down while you’re waiting for baby k to arrive. The baby is born & Jake cuts the umbilical cord. All the boys hold the baby, as well as visits from mama and papa k. Everyone is so happy sharing the sweet little moment together & it’s all thanks to you. Welcome to the world baby k!

Anyway someone sedate me.

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[readyforthegarden]

Breakable Heaven - Sneak Peek

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Female Reader

Synopsis: Being the maid of honor in your best friends wedding is already stressful enough without the best man being the ex-boyfriend who tore your heart to shreds. Stumbling across a dating app with dates for hire, you take a chance, inviting a perfect stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend for the weeklong celebrations. But how long can the charade last when the champagne starts pouring and feelings start growing?

A/N: Here is a little sneak peek before we begin our journey next week! I'm so excited to share this little project with y'all! There will be some classic romcom easter eggs (and a few taylor swift ones too, the namesake is from her song, after all!) and I hope everyone has fun finding them!!

“It’s a beautiful song.” Danny smiled up at you, his fingers never breaking from the melody. “How would she dance?” he asked curiously. Blushing, you cleared your throat.

“Well, since grandpa was playing, he couldn’t very well waltz with her,” you stepped away from the piano, kicking off your heels, and holding your arms up and out in front of you. It looked like you were dancing with an invisible partner, holding their shoulder in one hand, and their phantom hand in the other. You began the box step your grandmother would do next to the piano, pressing down the feeling of looking incredibly silly. If Danny could sing in front of you, you could be as vulnerable too. “She would dance like this.”

You proceeded to spin into the little waltz, giggling as you remembered your grandmother humming along to your grandpa’s playing. After a few years, her humming would be his guide, as grandpa’s fingers weren’t as nimble as they once were. You were so deep in the memories of your childhood, that you hadn’t noticed Danny no longer playing the song. You felt a hand at your waist and suddenly yours were filled, a shoulder under your left one and his own left hand clasped in your right. He was humming the song now, the hand on your waist pulling you in close.

“My mom taught me to never let a woman dance by herself.” he murmured before continuing his humming. The two of you moved together, Danny near-expertly waltzing with you, and shocking you a bit as he gently spun you out and pulled you back into his arms. Instead of keeping your hands that were clasped together outside your bodies, Danny brought them in between your bodies, resting them against his chest. You weren’t sure what was coming over you, but when he rested his forehead against yours you felt a strange sense of peace, letting your eyes flutter shut.

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Tifa's Theme: A Musical Deep Dive (Part III)

Parts I and II here.

Section (C): The Main Melody (Tifa’s Leitmotif)

Alrighty. Now for fun stuff. To make things simple, we’ll first be examining the melody (the leitmotif itself) in brief without harmony. Here we will be using solo flute sheets an octave higher than Advent Children’s piano.

Afterward, we’ll look at melody and harmony together, and then we’ll dig a little deeper into melodic structure.

(C) (I) The Melody as a Love Theme

The melody immediately presents what we call a rising sixth interval – the focal element for conveying Tifa’s second story motif. A rising sixth interval is one of two kinds of jumps between two notes: a major rising sixth (a jump nine semitones higher); or a minor rising sixth (a jump eight semitones higher). I’ve circled the first two rising sixth intervals below – which are majors.

Along with these rising sixths, we also have falling sixths. A pattern we will see in three of the melody’s four subphrases.

Both falls are interesting. The first takes us back to our starting C note. (Recall that this C is the root note of our dominant chord – our highpoint of tension.) The second fall – following the second rise – is minor, landing on a note just above our starting C note. And this minor is extra tense, occurring on a chromatic note. The remainder of this bar is chromatic, in fact – but we’ll save that for our harmonic breakdown. The takeaway point for now is that we are lifted up only to fall back to where we started, and then lifted up again to fall to a point of tension just above where we started.

Tifa’s leitmotif is built on the sixth interval. So now, let us concern ourselves with what that means. (To illustrate, I’ve circled all the rising sixths in the melody’s two loops – majors in red and minors in blue. The arrows, obviously, represent falling sixths.)

The significance of the sixth is that it is the signature interval of many memorable ‘love themes.’ It is exactly on this interval, in fact, that these love themes sound most ‘romantic.’

A major rising sixth carries yearning, pining and passion.

A minor rising sixth carries these feelings along with a sense of suffering.

Yes, Tifa’s leitmotif – our theme of home – is a theme of love. And a very, very romantic theme of love, packed with rising sixth intervals.

Now that we have reached the second story motif Tifa embodies, let’s consider our analysis in this new context. The intro served to simultaneously establish Tifa as home and centralize her conflictions, both of which will carry through the duration of the leitmotif. Conveyed also were two collocating viewpoints – ours (plus the characters who are with Tifa’s) and Tifa’s. We are comfortable and at peace in Tifa’s presence while Tifa herself is suffering. And she is hiding that suffering from us until we end on the tension highpoint.

It is at the climaxing clash of these tensions – in the world of our dominant chord – that we are for the first time taken directly into Tifa’s own viewpoint. Her sufferings are now laid bare; her strivings and longings, her uncertainties and fears and doubts. And we are pulled up into her strongest emotions and drive: her love for Cloud.

If you’re having doubts that Tifa’s leitmotif is a love theme – the love theme of Final Fantasy VII, in fact – then listen to the melodic motifs for these famous western and eastern media couples below. The romance in every one is characterized by sixth intervals, which serve as either the focal centrepoint or climaxes of the tracks.

(Some sheets are in a transposed key as I didn’t go hunting for each original.)

If you still have doubts that Tifa’s leitmotif is a love theme, then I will mention two last things. The sixth interval is the centerpiece to the love compositions of Richard Wagner and John Williams. Williams, best known for Star Wars, is the man who (most impactfully) re-revolutionized the 19th C. Wagnerian orchestra as cinema’s mainstay (Wagner being the man who popularized the leitmotif and to whom the notion of a ‘recurring love motif’ in an epic can be credited in the first place). Nobuo Uematsu, like these men, drew much influence from western classical music, his greatest influence of which he stated to be Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky. An example of Tchaikovsky using striking minor sixths is in his overture of Romeo and Juliet.

Now let us analyze how exactly Tifa’s love for Cloud is conveyed.

We begin with major sixth intervals (red) and move into minor sixth intervals (blue). The harmony will show a corresponding shift from tonic chords to chromatic chords – but we’ll get to that later. My point here is that there is tension. Tension, tension, tension. And just like in our intro, we will experience constant hesitance and wavering.

The triplet notes carry the intensity of Tifa’s longing to confess her love for Cloud (in addition to uncovering the truth around Cloud’s psyche). But every time, they are overpowered by hesitation, uncertainties, fears, and doubts – where the melody falls back down to a longer-value C (the note we began on from our tension highpoint) only for her to regather her resolve and try again. (We’ll revisit this pattern later as it also ferries our third story motif.)

This repeating melodic shape carries the painful, circular struggle:

Tifa longs to confess her love and the truth. Tifa fails; Tifa resolves.

Again. And again. And again and again.

We have now reached our transition to minor rising sixths (image below).

Four times (referring to the image above), Tifa has tried to express her thoughts and feelings. Four times she has fallen right back down to where she started. The fifth attempt (image below) is a higher, now chromatic minor sixth – a greater, more desperate resolve, with greater, longsuffering sorrow – which falls gently to held long-value notes again, emphasizing Tifa’s push with her very best efforts this time round. We follow our minor sixths through two final desperate attempts, and begin one last struggle now calmer in terms of wavering…

Finally, we have Subphrase 4, where we continue this less-wavering struggle begun in Subphrase 3. There are two import things here:

first, we now have no more rising sixths; and

second, our struggle now pivots around the G note (highlighted blue) from Subphrase 3 above. Our sixth interval pattern ceased with this G – a consequence we’ll get to shortly…

Subphrase 4’s starting note (A) is the very note we had been repeatedly trying to rise to from that tense C since the beginning of the leitmotif…

We end Subphrase 4 (and thus the phrase) on and in-pivot-around G – just one tone below that A. The meaning? Tifa is close – so, so, SO close! Yet she has just missed the mark! And so, in a new loop, we are taken right back to the beginning…

Now onto the harmony, continuing our piano sheets from Advent Children.

We are once again getting technical, so if you didn’t read the prior two posts, please do here first. (Unless you know music theory and will otherwise not be confused…)

(C) (II) The Harmony as Home

To start off, we have an identical chord progression to that of the intro. Recall our tonic-to-chromatic-to-tonic-build pattern which emphasized the motif of home:

Our leitmotif too (after beginning in tension) follows this pattern for two bars.

Where the melody (top stave) begins in the intro’s ending tension, the harmony (bottom stave) begins as the tonic. Immediately, albeit subtly, Uematsu-san introduces a friction between the melody and harmony. (Keep this in mind for now…)

Our harmony adds 9th notes to the tonic, further enriching the feeling of home and warmth. Then we have what is probably my favorite progression of the track.

We are lifted up in a higher-pitched prolongation of the tonic (the A minor chord). In this is a rise from our major tonic chord (I) to a higher minor ‘substitute’ tonic (iii) – fusing home with the feel of desperation and elevating it. Complementing this lift from major to minor is the melody’s climb into its first minor rising sixth.

We then get a predominant chord as our ears expect. But just after our ears register it, our expectations are immediately subverted yet again. This time through a quick fall to a chromatic D major. Here we would have expected a D minor (vi) – our other tonic ‘substitute’ – which would have released tension. Instead, we are kept in the zone of tension, left to linger on the predominant G minor (ii) that follows. The result? We feel Tifa’s biggest, boldest push and we feel her stagger in the weight of her struggles.

And of course, we can’t forget those beautiful added 9ths.

Continuing our harmony (below), we find extended chord notes (7ths and 9ths) and chromatic chords. What is now striking, however, is that our tension is from here-on never resolved. We are taken from the dominant chord back to the tonic which is then prolonged. But sprinkled in this tonic and prolongation are clashing chromatic notes. Even at home, in other words, Tifa’s inner conflicts are in skirmish, and they will remain in skirmish until we are taken right back to the beginning for the second loop. Again, no matter how close she gets, Tifa’s struggles and heartaches remain.

Finally, like the intro, we end on an unresolved dominant chord. And again, in this tension-zone, the leitmotif re-loops.

We have now covered both the melody (leitmotif) and its accompanying harmony separately. But there is one last profound feature to account for. That is, as I briefly noted earlier, that from their beginning the melody and harmony were in friction: the former starting in the tension-zone while the latter starts as the tonic. In short, the melody (from its beginning) is unresolved while the harmony is ‘home.’

This friction continues throughout the leitmotif’s entire run. You see, in the harmony, we are at home (via the tonic or a substitute tonic) for 9 out of 16 bars. That’s more than half of the loop. The melody, however, hardly ever touches our ‘home’ note (F). In fact, it appears to go out of its way to avoid that home note – landing it only four times.

In summary, the meaning of the friction is this: Tifa is home – as in, she is home’s embodiment – but Tifa is not at home. Or more specifically, her home is somewhere else. Or, someone else…

Before we go to that someone else (which will be the next post), I want to revisit the melody for one last integral trait of Tifa’s character. That is, our third story motif: perseverance.

(C) (III) The Melody as Perseverance

Throughout the narrative, Tifa is brought down again and again and again. And again and again and again she gets up, refusing to give in. We’ve touched upon this in terms of the melody’s pitch structure already (the circular rise-fall struggle with those sixths), but let’s analyze in a little more detail just how it seethes perseverance specifically.

Our second fall lands on a chromatic D flat – a mere semitone (the closest possible note) above C. In other words, Tifa, in this first grapple, manages the tiniest step up. The chromaticism conveys that staying on that D flat and pushing above is an immense struggle – a struggle which Tifa loses, overwhelmed under the chromatic E flat, an unforeseen obstacle that knocks her back down.

In three attempts already she has attempted to rise to A, reached A but struggled to stay there, and ultimately fallen back down to the C where she started. And so, Subphrase 1 ends.

Starting back on C, Tifa perseveres again, this time, after another fall, to rise above A. And here something profound happens: A momentarily becomes Tifa’s new starting point, and it is from A that she gives her biggest push ending on a graceful fall that remains above. This occurs over the predominant G minor chord however, meaning that Tifa is in the midst of a tension zone (moving toward the dominant) where her victory is short-lived. Recall also that we have now shifted from major rising sixths to minor rising sixths, amplifying her own sorrows and frustrations. Here ends Subphrase 2 and begins Subphrase 3.

Subphrase 3’s struggle begins a tone above Subphrase 1 (D above C), and its rising point (B flat) is a semitone above A. Tifa, catching herself in her latest knockdown, pushes on, stronger. And she now carries with her – conveyed through the minor sixths – greater forefronted sufferings. She falls down again from the new rising point (B flat), but she manages to, rather than falling back to her starting D, lift herself back up to A, where she perseveres into the next struggle-point.

Here Tifa seems to have reached her limits, her greatest efforts teetering around and ending a tone below A (that G we examined earlier).

Ultimately, Tifa, despite all her perseverance, cannot overcome her inner conflicts in her own strength. Which brings us once again to Cloud… to be continued in Part IV.

This video is a repeat of the last one, but I encourage a listen to the way Tifa’s love and perseverance overlap:

We are now ready to examine Tifa’s leitmotif across the FFVII story. Part IV will be on the original game, and then, in due time, Part V will be on the compilation.

Part IV here.

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