#how do i break (ha) it to them that massively f*cking up your hands was actually WAY EASIER before modern surgery advancements

[ethereallocs]

Taste of the Divine Pt.1 -Modern!

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Y/N Fem Reader

Content: Modern Au inspired by the song called The Summoning by Sleep Token. Obsession, on/off lovers, angst, love/hate relationship, toxic.

Warning ⚠️: Sexual Content, hate-f*cking, degrading, SWEARING, choking, blowjob, face-fucking.

Summary: Here the two of you are again..hating to love each other …loving to hate each other…Could the two of you redeem your relationship?

King’s Landing was in celebration for the expansion of Targaryen Inc. They were holding a massive event at the infamous mansion called The Red Keep. It had been too long since Aemond has seen, Y/N. She worked for the family business as well and with their last terrible break up his father/ CEO Viserys let her go on a well needed vacation. He was frustrated especially since this party was so important for the company she couldn’t miss it.

Eventually, he decided to roam the large room looking for any sign of her..where was she? His brother Aegon laughed at how pathetic his brother looked before he passed by him he took a hold of his shoulder pulling him in. “Why don’t you find someone else to obsess over tonight?” Aemond scoffed, “Fuck off..I just want to talk to her.” Aegon rolled his eyes and spoke sarcastically, “Sure…” he kicked back the glass of whiskey he held in hand leaving Aemond to his wild goose chase.

He was becoming antsy hoping to see her at any moment when he saw her out the corner of his eye wearing an elegant strapless black dress that stopped at the floor, a sexy hip slit revealing her skin. Her hair pinned up and her make up shuttle. A smirk curled at the corner of his lips while he cut through the crowd to get to her quickly grabbing her hand. “Hello, my love.” She rolled her eyes in disgust quickly pulling away she sauntered away in the opposite direction of him. He growled in annoyance and stormed off after her, yelling her name he made everyone turn in their direction.

“Y/N!!! I want to talk to you!!!” Y/N wandered into the massive mansion trying to get away from him, but Aemond was right on her heels. She turned a sharp corner only to feel his calloused hand grabbing her arm, pulling her into one of the rooms. He slammed her against the door locking it quickly before making the space between them nonexistent. Her breath hitched and he smiled knowing just how easily flustered he made her.

“So…how was your vacation, my love?” He smiled running his thin fingers up the slit of her dress, his nail softly grazing her supple flesh. “Look, Aemond…I told you this last time was it. I’m not doing this again. Y/N hesitated taking a deep breath. Attempting to stand her ground she pushed at his chest. “So your really going to cut me off? Well, baby you’re doing a terrible job. Seems like you wore that dress just to turn me on?”

“You’re such a conceited cunt, Aemond. You know that right?” She laughed in his face..teasing him. A devilish grin curled at his lips, she always knew what to say to set him off good or bad. He loved that about her regardless of how toxic it may seem to everyone else. But, they didn’t understand what the two had. She held his mind, his body, and his very soul like putty in her hands whether she knew it or not. “Please, Y/N..do not tempt me. I want to take you right here..” He groaned into her ear, nipping at her earlobe before looking into her eyes again.

She couldn’t lie she did miss him their insanity and toxicity was unbecoming, but it was theirs nonetheless. She loved this game they played even if it took a small toll on her heart each time. “What’s stopping you? You’re too much of a pussy to actually do it?” She giggled testing him…it was always something she said or did that always sent him into a mindless frenzy and she just tapped into it again.

“Oh…Y/N nothing but that dress is stopping me, but trust me I’m going to destroy you…” He excited her. How could those words that threatened make her feel so..alive. Their lips crashed into each others hungrily. She quickly removed his suit jacket while his hands were occupied with unzipping her dress.

He bit into the flesh of her bottom lip, hearing a moan from her. He growling possessive wanting to fuck her silly, but this damned dress was so hard to get into. Finally, her dress pooled to the floor and he lifted her legs around his waist keeping her pinned between him and the wall. He took her sweet nipple into his mouth moaning into her breast desperately.

Lifting her up he hoisted her legs on his shoulders. Her beautiful pussy slick with arousal. He looked up at her and she was watching him with heat. He buried himself with her leg kissing her inviting lips and delicious bud. She mewled in pleasure letting him devour her with ferocity. She bucked her hips forward grinding her cunt against his tongue while he licked and sucked on her sensitive ball of nerves causing the coil in her stomach to tighten and snap with ease. He smiled pulling away not trying to send her over the edge just yet.

Being that this was his families home a bed occupied the room to their luck. He placed her down and sat on the bed leaning on his elbows with his thick cock exposed and waiting he nodded as if to say “On your knees…Now.” She fell to them without a qualm finding her way in between his legs a place she was rather familiar with.

A hand wrapped around his shaft and he sighed from her touch. She smiled kissing along his cock head leaving the stain of red lipstick on him. He leaned his head back feel her luscious lips wrapping around him. Her mouth working him like no other could sent him to paradise. “That’s so good, Y/N.” He groaned calling her name like a prayer. “Your so hungry for my cock, aren’t you my girl?” She cooed in response.

Suddenly he stood to his feet placing the palm of his hand on the back of her head burying his thick length into her throat. He loved the way she looked at him when she was like this. “That’s a good fucking girl..” He moaned bucking his hips forward. Letting his fingers undo her hairstyle he grabbed onto her thick tresses begin to thrust in and out of her throat. The tears welling in her eyes only turned him on more.

After a while Aemond want more and need to have her. He picked her up and laid her on the bed. He kissed her lips once more before flipping her onto her hands and knees. Taking her of her hair again he pulled he head back to look up at him as he towered over her. Prodding at her entrance he quickly pushed inside her feeling her warm walls embrace him. He stood there for a moment savoring such a feeling before he went to work. Holding onto her hip with his free hand he thrusted into her cunt without mercy.

Her cries only muffled by the loud music for them event that was happening below them. Both of them grunting like animals in the heat of the moment. Letting go of her hair he wrapped his hand around her throat pulling her back flush against his chest out a deep arch in her back. “That’s fucking right…take it.” He growled into her ear biting the flesh of her shoulder as she came undone.

He smiled loving how well she could handle such intensity. Realizing they needed to go back before people went looking for them he moaned in annoyance and whispered in her ear. “Are you ready to come for me, baby? We have to go back down soon.” Her whining made him want to say fuck this event, but he knew he was no where near done with her. “Trust me, after this is over you’re going to be exhausted when I get you home.” He picked up his pace the way he knew she liked and used his fingers to stimulate her ball of nerves until she reached her climax and he joined her soon after burying his seed inside her womb.

Cleaning themselves up a bit and getting dressed he helped her fix her hair. Before they went back to the party he pulled her close kissing her one more time.

#aemond x reader #aemond fanfiction #aemond x y/n #aemond targaryen #aemond smut #aemond one eye #hotd aemond #aemond x you #prince aemond #aemond the kinslayer #ewan mitchell

[definitely-not-an-alb]

Anyways I was just reminded of that time when someone explained why Stephen wasn’t disabled in their AU because ‘there’s no cars in this’, as if car crashes are the only way someone can break their hands

#how do i break (ha) it to them that massively f*cking up your hands was actually WAY EASIER before modern surgery advancements? #doctor strange #see also: literally any teen/hs/college fic stephen is in #I mean I already dont read thise becasue I don't like those aus #but like. Cannot explain how uninterested I am in romance involving ONLY pre-injury Stephen #NOPE

[llamagoddessofficial]

Hey so I’m pretty new to tumblr but not to your work, it’s f*cking incredible, I love your writing so damn much omg. But I have had this idea for a while now, we already know what would happened if Diamond! MC got corrupted, but what of the other diamonds got corrupted? What do you think would’ve been enough to cause that? (Sorry for bad English)

.......... :0

Oh my GOD

Ok ok oko kok ok oko kokok

It’s probably a pre-earth rebellion on another planet who created a weapon solely for the purpose of corrupting the Diamonds, not affecting other gems. It’s doesn’t affect Purple because she’s so ‘overcooked’ and deep-cut that the weapon can’t quite penetrate into the core of her gem, it’s just not powerful enough. But it gets Azure, it gets Red...

... And worst of all, it gets Black.

Azure: He retains the most intelligence of the corrupted three. As per usual for classic, his corrupted form is relatively wolf-like with a whip tail and massive claws... and although his lower jaw is far too large, he has a much more slender snout than the other two. He has the sense to not start immediately attacking everything in sight upon transformation and instead rushes off to try and find everyone, skittering around, unused to four legs. He meets Purple halfway (she was running to his chamber after she heard him scream- he’s closest to her room)... she ends up standing on his oversized jaw and holding on to one of his massive teeth so he can ‘carry’ her to Red’s room as soon as possible.

Red: Red, on the other hand, did not have the blessing of intelligence right off the bat, and immediately poofed every gem in his room by snapping them in half with his new massive jaws or accidentally flinging them against the wall when his tail swept the floor, running on nothing but fear and instinct. His form more resembles a jaguar, with a flatter snout than Azure’s. He wasn’t smart enough to remember how to activate his door so he resorted to attacking it- and he would’ve attacked Azure too if Purple hadn’t been standing on him when the two of them entered.

Seeing Purple makes him calm down enough for her to jump off Azure’s jaw and approach him, holding the end of his muzzle as best she can considering how small he is. But they don’t have any time to relax... Black is next.

Black: Black is the hardest to get through to, seeing as he shattered several guards by standing on them in his massive corrupted form and the survivors locked him in his chamber while they escaped, terrified. The corruption exacerbated his crack; his form is midnight black with lightning-like hairline cracks of glowing blood red. He’s almost lion-like, but the crack twisted and misshaped his form, hunching his shoulders and enlarging his teeth so much he can’t open his mouth more than a fraction. Purple can’t actually enter the room at first because Black is just roaring in pure instinctual rage and confusion, throwing his whole body against the walls of the room, threatening to break them and bring the whole building down. He’s afraid, he can’t think, he can’t speak, he can’t comprehend the world around him.

She talks to him through the wall, her voice as soothing as she can make it baring in mind her terror. He appears to go silent, calm enough for her to open the door... he tries to launch out to attack the others (he didn’t react well to seeing them looming behind her) but he’s too large to even get out of his chamber in the first place, just slamming into the frame and staggering himself. She manages to talk him down from his rage and get him to lower himself so she can touch the front of his face- the physical contact and the act of staring at her is finally enough to get him quiet, get his breathing even again, every breath a rush of warmth strong enough to blow her hair clean out of her face.

The Diamond Authority is dismantled, just like that. Underling gems take over Red, Azure and Black’s positions- and until Purple can find a cure for them, her family is gigantic overly-affectionate skeletal predators who can and will crush anyone who goes too close.

#llamagines #gem au #diamond sanses #diamond mc #they're like cats #they follow her from room to room but act like they aren't bothered #hard to pretend youre invisible when you're larger than most doors

[blazewatergem]

I think I officially hit “Crack” levels with this MHA fic idea(which is once again me wanting to make more found family AU and redeem villains who maybe shouldn’t be because I like them!) because so far these are my morally grey hero’s/villains depending on context.

We got: (read more in case you don’t want to see 😊 no worries!)

Pirate Super who is very rambunctious and overeager to party. She exclusively sings sea shanties and dances on tables, refuses to use her power(which is called Final Stand, a support power that boosts others in her group), will only fight with a sword made out of some unbreakable metal, and is very much in love with her wife who ironically is the Siren Super of the team. Commonly heard screaming “THATS MY WIFE” across the battlefield before punching someone.

Siren Super as previously mentioned. She’s a bit of a bookworm, covered in tattoos and piercings, and is currently banned from coffee due to not wanting to sleep. Her power let’s her control others through song, but depends on said song(examples include love song = obsessed with her, lullaby = everybody sleep, and angry song = everyone going f*cking feral on each other). Once a week needs to sleep in a tank, and also once a week needs to encourage the rest of the team to kidnap her wife because “Sleeping on the floor isn’t good for your back, my sailor, please stop trying to sleep by the tank.”

Pirate is still trying.

Potion Super who, in truth, has zero powers! Just a big cookbook of different potions meant to help the team. Is basically the “team mom”, tallest and strongest of the group physically, and when in combat will use bare fists or metal spear. For some reason, I “hear” her as having a thick Russian accent, like almost stereotypically one. I’m not even sure why, just everything I picture her in a scenario she has one.

Then there’s Discord, who is a old character of mine. She is, in fact, a Symbiote like Venom or Riot. Light silver color, has chaotic tendencies and is still trying to understand things. You know that meme “What do you have?” A knife!” “No!” Yeah Discord gave the kid the knife pretty much. While she’s lethal on the battlefield, her main goal is to help this next Super out with control issues.

I call her the Demon Super, or Darkest Super. I’ve been playing around with names for this one, trying to find a name related to more dangerous stuff — again demons or shadows or something. She’s the “leader” but is pretty relaxed, simple, and friendly. Protective of those under Her care, defensive of anyone she wants to be defensive of, and untrusting towards the masses but won’t show it often in trying to be polite. She can become...violent and threatening when provoked, and will lose control after massive provoking. Has varied tastes towards stuff, and is basically a surprise each day.

The big worry is Demon Super’s powers — nightmares. She can summon beasts from nightmares, control shadows, and the longer she uses her powers the more unstable she gets. Things start to grow more and more dangerous, to the point where her body either shuts down or she starts to change into something other than human. It’s why Discord bonded with her, they help each other to stay above water.

These ladies have a “hideout” that’s basically a bought out warehouse. I haven’t really come up with an inside yet but I got this so far;

The line “looks like a neon nightmare” because neon signs n stuff EVERYWHERE.

Old stuff too. Record boxes stuffed with classics and new ones by a legit jukebox, a big ol’ fish tank off to the side(guess who), a library with books on anything but very unorganized(some is breaking and yellow pages), vintage furniture some fixed up some not, and a couple of carousel animals hanging from the ceiling.

Nobody gets the carousel animals hanging from the ceiling.

There’s a dedicated quite corner in the main room. It is Warehouse Law that any big stuffed animals won must be put in said corner, unless really needed by their winner.

There’s bedrooms. Decorated by their owners, unsure of how or why a warehouse has rooms period. No one really questions it anymore.

Someone has hooked up a movie area. There’s a projector to plug stuff into and a popcorn machine on hand.

There’s a bar. Like not even a whole set up just a random bar counter. Someone saw the Pirate drag it in one day and just...nobody asked. Don’t know where, and don’t care to find out.

Stuffs getting added all the time. It’s a chaotic hell storm but beautiful too, in the way a really weird ass painting can have pretty colors n stuff but you have zero idea what it is.

Here’s my big “twist” though: Nobody has Quirks. Not in the usual way. The Pirate’s ability is literally just a booster effect by giving a good speech(working on it), Siren is that — a siren!, Potion is just a girl with strength she’s trained years to get, and good food, Discord is a legitimate alien, and finally Demon is...well...I got two backstories for her. One is being used by a c*lt to try and summon the creature they worshipped, backfired and now she has all the powers. Second is her just being cursed/overactive magic. Not sure which to use yet, or if I should mix the two together.

...aaaand that’s it. I don’t even have a title yet. Just like, adoption papers for Midoriya and five Super characters who took one look and went “Yeah we’re big sisters now.” and Shenangians Ensure. That’s my plot. Oh and some MHA villains get adopted(read; kidnapped and niceified, which might actually be terrifying considering this group can be ✨ scary ✨) so also redeemed. But yeah that’s all I got so far.

#talking fire #my hero academia #fanfic plotting #fanfic ideas

[master-sass-blast]

If Murphy Exists, I’m Gonna Punch Him in His F*cking Balls (Happy Anniversary, Darling).

THREE HOURS OF SLEEP

FUCK MY LIFE

(if it wasn’t clear, i’m editing this on no sleep. so if it sucks, that’s why.)

Summary: You and Colossus are trying to look forward to and celebrate your one year anniversary, but Murphy and his law have other ideas for you.

Rating: T for language, extremely brief and vague allusions to gun shot wounds, and mentions of the menstrual cycle.

Pairings: Piotr Rasputin x Reader.

If there’s anything you’ve learned about your life, it’s that if anything can go wrong, it will.

What can you say? Murphy really just loves fucking you right up the ass, dammit.

It’s the week before your one year anniversary of dating Piotr. You should be excited. You should be planning just exactly how you’re going to celebrate the milestone --and stocking up on condoms and lube for the “after-party.” You should be counting down every hour to the fateful day with breathless anticipation and sharing knowing looks and smiles with the love of your life.

What you should not be doing, however, is dodging bullets.

You grit your teeth as gunfire cracks all around you and tuck yourself against the back of a metal shipping container with Ellie and Yukio. “Wade! How much fucking longer!”

“It’d be faster, but Silver Balls is taking his sweet ass time sauntering towards the shooters! Hurry it the fuck up, you chrome dildo!”

“Language, both of you,” Piotr says over the comm system. “I can only move so fast in my armor.”

“Piotr, honey, I love you, but get a move on!”

The sound of Nathan’s gun going off blares through your ear piece, and then the sound of metal screeching and people screaming is audible through the tiny speaker and somewhere past the shipping container you’re crouching behind.

“There,” Nathan growls. “Shooters are down.”

You dart out from behind the container and towards the base the Brotherhood of Mutants had been working out of. “Finally!” 

Right as Piotr starts lecturing Nathan about not killing people, a mutant with gold energy glowing around his hands jumps out right in front of you.

You shriek and launch an air current right at him --sending into a tree and turning him into mutant Jello. You stare at the remains, wincing and sucking air through your teeth. “Oh shit! Too hard!”

You boyfriend takes a moment to pat your shoulder reassuringly before chucking a pickup truck at a cluster of Brotherhood members. “It happens. Try to stay focused.”

The fight ends with a middle finger to your imminent celebration.

You get shot in the shoulder and wind up in the clinic.

You blink owlishly at Piotr as he walks into your room at the clinic, armored down and only a little scraped up. “Hi... hi... babe...”

“Privet, myshka.” He sits in the chair next to yours and takes your hand in his. “How are you feeling?” he asks as he kisses your knuckles.

“A lil’ fuzzy. Hank said he was able to ‘generate mos’ of the ‘njury.”

“Da. You’ll be down for a day or two until he finishes regeneration, and then you’ll be sore for a week or so but nothing too bad.”

“Technology. Fuckin’ awesome.”

He chuckles and kisses the back of your hand. “That it is.”

So, as if literally getting shot wasn’t bad enough, Scott puts you on shit detail for the next few days for killing someone and ‘breaking the rules.’

Add injury to insult, Piotr flies out the same damn day you’re released from the clinic to go on a mission with Wolverine’s team to finish tracking down the members of the Brotherhood that managed to escape while you were attacking the bunker.

You fume next to Nathan while you work on cleaning up one of the locker rooms. You scrub at a sink basin furiously, imagining that Scott’s face is there instead of the porcelain bowl and is taking the full brunt of your efforts. 

“Jesus, take it easy. You’re gonna fuck up your shoulder again.” Nathan takes the brush from your hands and jerks his head at one of the benches. “Sit down. Rest for a minute.”

“Sure, dad.” You sit down anyway, wincing as you stretch your shoulder. “I don’t get why they punish people for killing. It just... it doesn’t make sense. I can’t explain it.”

“For people who don’t have Wade’s tendencies, it doesn’t,” Nathan agrees as he takes over cleaning up the sink. “What I don’t get is why Scott has you on cleaning duty right after discharge from the clinic. Pete’s gonna kill him.”

“Eh, he’s just like that,” you say as you rub your sore shoulder. “He hates me.”

Nathan shakes his head. “Never thought he’d be like this.”

You look up. “He’s your dad, right?”

“Yeah. Don’t really want to talk about it.”

“Okay.” You stretch your arm and shoulder, going through the physical therapy motions you’d been given before you’d left the clinic.

The week is just sucking. You’ve been shot, put on unfair shit detail, and Piotr’s not even here to comfort you through it. Fuck, you can’t even plan an anniversary date without him here! You don’t have a license; you can’t pick up supplies and you don’t want to make reservations when you don’t even know when he’ll be getting back or what kind of shape he’ll be in.

Nathan glances over his shoulder at you when you sigh. “What’s got you down?”

You feign shock and press your hand against your chest. “The famed Nathan Summers, voluntarily talking about emotions? Did his time travelling alter reality beyond his repair? Are you having a stroke? Quick, do you know where you are--”

He chuckles, shakes his head, and goes back to scrubbing the sink. “Meter’s running, kid. If you wanna talk, do it fast.”

You let out a huff and hunch over, glaring down at the --spotless--tile floor like it had personally wronged you. “Oh, it’s just that Piotr and I have our one year anniversary this weekend and everything’s going wrong. Shitty mission, accidentally got shot, Scott put me on shit detail for no fucking good reason, Piotr’s gone so we can’t plan anything, I don’t have a license or a bank account so I can’t get supplies...”

Nathan turns, leans against the sink, and crosses his arms over his chest when your voice trails off. “You do realize that Pete’s gonna be happy to just spend time with you, right? He’s not an high maintenance guy.”

“Okay, yeah, but I never thought I’d get to have something happy and romantic like a one year anniversary. I want something special --not that Piotr’s not great on his own, because I’d be totally happy just to spend the day with him too, but--”

“I get it,” Nathan interjects. “In my time, I never thought I’d live long enough to have a family. As soon as I found Aliya, I latched on to her as much as she’d let me and didn’t let go.”

“And now you’re here.”

He shrugs. “I have Wade. The team. You. Besides, since Russel’s never gonna kill Aliya and Hope, I’m never going to make the decision to go back in time to save them. Yeah, I could go back, but there’ll be another me there, and... well, I can do more good here. Try to give my wife and kid a future with the other version of me.”

You blink slowly. “Man, you really face-fucked reality, didn’t you?”

He snorts. “Something like that.” He cocks his head to the side and studies you. “Have you and Pete had sex yet?”

“Okay, I am not talking about my sex life with you in a fucking locker room--”

“I’m just saying, you could spend the day doing that. Take it from someone who’s been married, sex on anniversaries is a pretty common thing.”

And, awkwardness aside, it’s not such a horrible idea. The idea of spending the evening --or even the day--in bed with your boyfriend sits really well with you.

You smile to yourself as Nate goes back to scrubbing the sinks. Maybe this won’t be such a loss after all.

Except it is.

After a night of fitful sleep, you wake up to an all too familiar red stain in your pajama pants.

If there was a god you believed in, you’d be flipping them off right now.

Piotr comes back during the late evening, while you’re curled up in your bed with a heating pad over your sore abdomen.

You give him a mournful look when he opens your bedroom door. “My period started this morning.”

He tuts gently and sits down next to you on the bed. “I’m so sorry, myshka. Do you have everything you need?”

“Yeah, ‘cept maybe some chocolate.”

He kisses your forehead gently. “I may have solution for that. I was thinking, if you feel up to it, we could go where we had first date tomorrow. Good celebration for anniversary, da?”

And that, in spite of the gloriously shitty week you’ve had, makes you beam. “Yeah. I like the sound of that. Can we go to the chocolate shop and get some strawberries?”

“Konechno. As many as you want.”

You wake up in Piotr’s arms --and to a world of rain and thunder.

The sky is oppressively black, save for a few bursts of lightening, and rain is coming down in sheets. You can barely see the massive elm trees that sit towards the front of Xavier’s property, to say nothing of the roads out front.

“Tornado watch,” Piotr reads off his phone after you shake him awake. “Severe thunderstorms. Risk of flooding. No driving unless absolutely necessary.”

You break down crying at the news. Between the extra emotions from your period and the disaster of a week you’ve had, you can’t help it. You flop face first onto your bed --a little over dramatic, admittedly, but you’ve earned it as far as you’re concerned--and sob into the blanket.

Piotr peels you off the blanket and pulls you into his arms. He looks shocked as he wipes tears off your cheeks. “Moya lyubov’, why are you so upset? It is just rain. We can always go another day--”

“No!” You wail. “I’ve had a shit week, and I was looking forward to this, and now it’s all ruined!”

“It is not ruined, myshka.”

“It is! First we have to go on a mission, and then I killed someone before getting shot!”

It all comes bubbling out between sniffs and sobs --the constant soreness of your shoulder, how Scott had put you on ‘penance’ as soon as you’d be discharged, how your period had hit and ruined the idea of even spending an evening together, how you didn’t even have a license which meant you couldn’t go get supplies, and how Piotr hadn’t been there to plan anything...

Eventually, Piotr just pulls you into a gentle hug while you vent about your week. “I am so sorry you have had such a terrible week, dorogaya moya. I will talk to Scott and Professor Xavier about your ‘penance.’ And try not to fret, korosho? Perhaps we cannot celebrate on exact date, but it is not end of world.”

“I know!” Your breath hitches as you wipe your face dry with your shirt. “But I never thought I’d have anything like this. I wanna celebrate it.”

“I never thought I’d have you, either.”

“I appreciate that, babe, I really do, but that’s not what I meant. I grew up hearing that I was unlovable every day.” Your throat constricts as sentimentality threatens to make you cry again. “My parents constantly told me what an abomination I was and that no one would ever want me. And here you are--” you stop for a minute to try and breathe through the sobs that are shaking you “--loving me like I deserve it, and fuck I want to celebrate that but this week keeps going so fucking wrong--”

Piotr smooths your hair and kisses your forehead. “Tische, myshka. It is okay. I understand.” He smiles softly at you, thumb gently rubbing at your cheek and the dark bags under your eyes. “Why don’t you rest for little bit? I can go talk to Scott and the Professor.”

You sniffle and pout at him. “You’ll come back, right?”

“Konechno.” He nudges you back and kisses the top of your head before pulling the covers up over you. “Rest for now. I will be back soon.”

You wake up to the sound of your phone pinging.

LOML: Meet me in kitchen for breakfast? :)

You can’t help but smile. You pull on a sweatshirt --bras are overrated when you’re on your period or in general, really--and pad down to the kitchen.

The delectable scent of pancakes and bacon lures you in, and sure enough there’s Piotr putting a decent sized stack of chocolate chip pancakes on a plate for you.

“Babe!” you exclaim. “You didn’t have to!”

He shrugs, beaming and beyond pleased with himself. “Of course I did. You are my girl and you’re upset. Even if it wasn’t our anniversary, you still deserve to feel loved and be taken care of.”

Fuck, you’re gonna cry. You’ve had a shit week, and now the literal personification of sweetness is standing in the kitchen and fixing you a plate of pancakes while telling you he loves you.

It’s been a bit of a rollercoaster, and you’re on the verge of emotional whiplash.

You wrap your arms around Piotr’s waist and press your face against his side as you start weeping again. “Thank you.”

He sets the plate down, turns so your face is against his chest, and runs his hands up and down your back while he kisses the top of your head. “You’re welcome, lyublyu.” He shifts to the side, then picks up a box of strawberries and holds it up for you to see. “I found these in fridge. I thought we could try making our own.”

You let out a surprised laugh in between gasping cries. “You’re too good to me, Piotr. Fuck, I don’t even have anything for you--”

“Don’t worry about it,” he murmurs. “It can be dealt with later.”

You press your cheek against his chest and let out a shaky breath. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

The strawberry making is blast. The two of you wind up burning a pan of chocolate before you can dip the damn things --in Piotr’s defense, that only happened because you’d distracted him--and you get more chocolate on yourselves than you do the actual berries.

Piotr winces as he starts down at his chocolate smudged fingers and forearms. “How did this even happen?”

“Hey, you took your chances when you decided to work with me.” You pat his arm sympathetically, leaving little chocolate smears wherever you touch. “Maybe you should go get cleaned up.”

He eyes the stains you’ve left and sighs. “Da. Before you decide to aim for my face.” He chuckles when you promptly swipe at his face and ducks out of his way. “I’ll be back in minute. Be good while I’m gone.”

“No promises!” You wait until he’s out of sight, then wipe your hands off on your pants before reaching for your phone.

Me: Do you know how to set up a projector?

Me: And lift heavy things?

Nathan: You do realize that projectors are woefully outdated in my time, right?

Me: Yeah, futuristic geriatric, I know.

Me: Can you do it or not?

Nathan: Yeah. Why?

You grin down at your phone screen. Piotr Rasputin, prepare to have your socks knocked off.

You glare down Nathan as you stand in front of the door to Piotr’s art studio. “I’m only saying this once. If you ever tell anyone --especially Wade--about this room, I’m going to unspeakable things to all of your guns.”

“It’s an art studio. I’ve seen it in yours and Pete’s minds. And if I haven’t told anyone at this point, I’m not going to at all.”

“Good.” You open the door and usher him in. “Okay, so here’s what I’ve got in mind...”

You and Nathan --carefully--move the furniture in Piotr’s art studio to carve out a decent sized space in the room to lay out and inflate the largest air mattress you could find in one of the many storage closets in the mansion.

You’re in the process of banking the mattress with heavy things so it won’t slide all over the place when the door starts to open. “Shit!” You dart over to the door and throw your weight against it to slam it shut. “Ow! My other shoulder!”

There’s a pause outside the door that could be described as fondly exasperated, and then Piotr’s deep voice rumbles. “Myshka... what are you doing?”

“Uh... nothing.”

“Right. And I can’t come in to my art studio because...”

“Uh... reasons. I’m trying to do something, but you can’t see it just yet.”

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing to my art studio?”

You sigh, then open the door and slip into the hall before shutting behind you. “It’s a surprise. For our anniversary. I wanted to do something nice to you.”

His expression is a mixture of genuinely touched and genuinely confused. “And you have to take over my art studio because...”

“It’s the best space for the task. Look, I swear I’m not destroying anything or disrupting the order to your space. Super promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

He chuckles softly and kisses the top of your head. “Do you know when you will be done?”

“Uh... nope. You’re the planner, not me.”

He smiles and shakes his head. “You are handful, myshka. But, I suppose there are other things I can do while you do... whatever it is you are doing.”

You flash him a big grin. “Good. I’ll come get you when everything’s ready.”

The rest of your day is spent darting around the mansion, gathering everything you need. You swipe blankets and pillows from yours and Piotr’s room --and run smack into your boyfriend as soon as you step into the hall.

“Y/N.”

“You can’t see me.” You adjust your armload so it covers your face. “I’m completely hidden.” You dart down the hall before he can say anything else. “Love you, babe!”

His laughter follows you down the hall, and he calls “I love you, too,” after you.

You grin as you head towards the art studio. Tonight’s gonna be great.

You pile the air mattress with blankets and pillows until it’s warm, plush, and comfortable enough to fall asleep on. Once that’s done, you dart back to Piotr’s room and swipe his DVD case.

Nathan’s gone before you get back, but the projector is set up and angled at the blank white wall in the studio. You hook it up to your laptop --a birthday gift from Wade--and make sure you can work it before you go back to setting up the space.

You take a string of white Christmas lights --you don’t know why Wade had them stashed under his bed, and you don’t want to--and hang them over the window frame. Once they’re secured --you might’ve had to tape them down--you turn them on and admire the soft glow they bathe the room in before heading out to assemble the last step of your plan.

Halfway to the kitchen, you realize you’re soaked with sweat. You detour to your room, shower off, and change before heading back to your original destination.

You put together a decent dinner --sandwiches, chips, fruits and veggies, some of the strawberries you made earlier, a couple water bottles--and pack it away in a picnic basket you’d found in a storage close before you turn around and--

jump five feet into the air because Piotr had snuck up on you while you were working.

You press your hand over your racing heart. “Christ! You scared the shit out of me, babe!”

“So sorry, dorogoy. I hope you weren’t planning on carrying that.”

“With my good hand--”

“Nyet. I was happy to let you do everything else, but I draw line here.” He reaches past you and lifts the basket out of your reach. “Your shoulder is injured. You’re not carrying this.”

You relent with a sigh. “If you insist. Everything’s pretty much ready, anyway.”

He smiles, kisses the top of your head, and takes your hand in his. “Lead the way, myshka.”

You bounce up and down on the balls of your feet, waiting in nervous anticipation while you give Piotr a moment to process the drastic renovation of his art studio.

He stares at the rearranged space, gaping while he takes everything in. He blinks, clears his throat, and says “Please tell me you didn’t move all this yourself.”

“No. I had Nathan do it. And he used telekinesis, so everything should still be in order in the drawers. And --and I made sure that all your drawings and supplies were safe, but I wanted a spot that was a little more private than the rec room and a different venue that your room or my room--”

He cuts off your rambling with a gentle kiss. “This is... incredible.” He straightens and regards the room with a quiet laugh. “I can’t believe you thought of all this.”

“Well, I wanted to do something special for you. Because if I deserve it, you definitely do. You’re kind and generous and... just really wonderful, and I thought a picnic-slash-movie night would be nice since we’ve both had a long week. And, I mean, you deserve a nice night, and I felt bad that I didn’t have anything for you for our anniversary...”

He wipes a couple stray tears of joy away from his eyes and kisses you again. “Thank you. This is amazing. It’s perfect.”

You beam up at him, delighted and so in love. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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"SINCE U BEEN GONE" WAS THE BEST POP SONG OF 2005 AND ALSO OF ALL TIME, PROBABLY

This article is part of 2005 Week on Noisey, where we revisit all the best and worst pop culture relics from a decade ago. Before Kelly Clarkson’s massive 2005 banger "Since U Been Gone" came marching in and put a mosh pit in the pop world, pop and rock were yet to cross-pollinate in any major way. The divide between the two drastically different sounds and their pop culture affiliations was still as deep as Nick Carter’s middle part, especially after the tweeny-pop reign of Mickey Mouse club alumni. Our beloved 90s pop stars like Britney and Christina were aging out of the 90s at the same time as we were. Radio pop's transition into the Aughts was in the same awkward stage as the listeners it ushered into middle school. On the other hand, rock music was in commercial standoff between blink-182 rip-offs like Good Charlotte and insufferable FM sludge-rock from Nickelback and Staind. Both sides of the coin were pretty gnarly with songs like “The Reason” by Hoobastank and “Numb” by Linkin Park earnestly ruling rock radio. But that all changed in 2005, when the indie rock boom shook the foundation and cut off its circulation to the mainstream with skinny jeans and bass lines. One reason that the onslaught of indie rock bands like The Killers, Bloc Party, Franz Ferdinand, Spoon, and Jet hit so hard in 2005 had a lot to do with the fact that it happened to catch both mainstream pop and radio rock at a pivotal moment of weakness. Pop-punk was siphoning off into “emo” while pop music took a nose-dive into a big, bad drought. Since Brit Brit and Xtina were regrouping in preparation for their second-comings a few years later, the pop world turned to the trusted Disney petri dish for its newest torchbearer. However,Lindsay Lohan, Mandy Moore, and Hilary Duff—all who had released albums with radio jams in 2004—failed to really explode as pop stars. Newbie singers like FeFe Dobson and Skye Sweetnam never made it past a hit single. I mean, the strongest family in pop at the time was Ashlee and Jessica Simpson (this was obviously before Ashlee's SNL disaster a year later.) That said, things were not OK. Pop just wasn’t cool anymore. Given the political climate in the US post 9/11, the most popular songs were inflated with a distinctly American, anti-Bush rage and urgency that was seriously lacking in pop music. That said, “Since U Been Gone” was the first mainstream pop banger built like an indie rock single. All you have to do is look at the charts to see what was happening to pop before “Since U Been Gone.” The top ten leaned towards R&B like Beyonce and Alicia Keys as tweeny-pop got sucked into the mighty undertow between soul slappers like from the Black Eyed Peas, Jo Jo, Pussycat Dolls, and Mariah Carey’s “We Belong Together.” Where the heck was pop hitmaker Max Martin—the genius producer responsible for Britney Spears and The Backstreet Boys—to steer 90s pop nostalgia back up to the top? Turns out the elusive Swedish producer (who’s currently responsible for all your favorite radio bangers from Taylor Swift to the Weeknd) had taken a break from the Hot 100 and left the pop world without one of its crucial behind-the-scenes masterminds. In a rare 2010 interview with Billboard magazine, Martin credits "Since U Been Gone" for his re-emergence as a star producer. Its blistering indie rock structure of quiet-loud-quiet made the song incredibly innovative at a time when the old pop loop had wrung around its own neck. It was desperately time for something totally new. It makes sense that the man who had once changed the music industry by wiping out what was left of grunge with songs like “...Baby One More Time“ and “I Want It That Way” realized that pop needed a guitar-rock kick in the ass to assert itself into relevancy again. By observing the rebirth of 90s alternative break-downs in popular indie singles such as The Killers' “Mr. Brightside” and Bloc Party’s “Helicopter,” you can see how someone as perceptive as Martin would think to bring a hard rock edge to the pop rut. Lukasz Gottwald aka Dr Luke, who helped to produced “Since U Been Gone,” said in the same issue of Billboard that introducing rock to pop was “a conscious move by Max and myself [...] We were listening to alternative and indie music and talking about some song—I don’t remember what it was. I said ‘Ah I love this song’ and Max was like ‘If they would just write a damn pop chorus on it!’” Sure, they may have ripped off “Maps” by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs a bit, but that was the point. “Since U Been Gone” was intentionally written to bring an edgy rock flare to the pop sphere. Time has proved its enduring cross-genre appeal, as indie musicians like Ted Leo and Tokyo Police Club continue to cover the 2005 classic. But a pop song as obviously bent towards rock as “Since U Been Gone” was going to be hard to pull it off without its perfect matching pop star. In order to fully understand why Kelly Clarkson was the only pop singer who could pull it off, it's important to consider just how the song got to her in the first place. The most understandable choice for a vocally demanding song like “Since U Been Gone” was P!nk who surprisingly said no thanks. It was then brought to Hilary Duff who couldn’t hit the high notes. Think about the landscape of the other reigning pop stars: Jessica Simpson was dedicated to her wifey life as the “Southern girl with her Levis on.” Britney was deeply in love with trucker hats and K-Fed before coming back with Blackout. Post-“Dirrty” Christina Aguilera wouldn’t give up the 50s pin-up shit, and Mariah Carey was already way too established as the sophisticated chanteuse she is to take on something as raucous as “Since U Been Gone." The song's underlying rock structure of quiet-loud-quiet-loud was just too alternative for the pop princesses of 2003/4. The only other person who could have worn this song as well was Avril Lavigne, but she was busy trailblazing through as one of the only pop singers writing (or at least co-writing) her own material. A song from someone as associated with pop puppets like Martin would’ve sold her back into the category she was trying to break out of. “Since U Been Gone” had so much potential but given the pop touchiness of pop at the time, no one really wanted it. 

Kelly Clarkson however was still a newbie cradled in the prenatal arms of American Idol, whose true star-making power was yet to fully revealed. The singles that came off the back of her win reeked so badly of the show itself. Still, her coronation song “A Moment Like This” broke The Beatles' record for the biggest leap ever to number one, from 52, despite the fact that it was a truly terrible song. Being the first American Idol had so much hype that Clarkson’s first album Thankful debuted at number one, with its funky lead single “Miss Independent” becoming an international top ten hit. With all that, Clarkson had proved that she could swing as hard as the best of them without having marketed herself on the back of a particular identity. In that sense, Kelly Clarkson was relatively free from the limitations that restricted other pop stars in 2005 and was able to transition from a bombastic pop sound to an edgy rock-oriented one with unprecedented fluidity. The genius was that those two sounds could co-exist: pop sensibilities with the powerful thrust of a guitar rock chorus. Since Clarkson was the first of all the reality TV contestants to be voted into pop stardom, she was malleable from the start. Clarkson had this peculiar leverage that allowed her to play around with the kinds of songs she put out. People knew her name, but she wasn’t locked into anything particular aside from American Idol. All we really knew about Kelly Clarkson was that she could +$#%%$+ sing. Since vote-from-home phenomenons like American Idol were still so new and she was the first real winner, it was OK for her to grow into herself. That’s what we the voters wanted from her! It was exciting for us to be in on the process. We rooted for Kelly because we could relate to how dorky and uncool she was on that show. (Her catch-phrase was "Cool beans.") She wasn't wrapped up in a post-Disney veneer or fastened to her bubblegum past. Kelly was quite literally the “American Idol." She represented us in a way that all other pop singers back then couldn’t since they seemed to come out of board rooms and think tanks. The fact of the matter is, that song needed Kelly as much as Max Martin needed that song. You know those explosive guitars that come in on the chorus? That was Kelly's idea. It was also Clarkson's idea that the producer enlist Mike Watt, guitarist of the legendary hardcore punk band Minutemen, to come in and play guitar on the track. The song's subversive rock formula was there, but Kelly pushed it over the edge with those blistering guitars and her powerhouse vocals whose frankly were the strongest of all. "Since U Been Gone" wasn't about being crazy in love or crazy sad about it. It was about being pissed off at the jackass loser that held you down until you'd had e-f*cking-nough. Look at the lyrics: “Since u been gone/I can breathe for the first time.” As Kelly shed her skin from American Idol winner to legit pop star, her relatable position in the American conscience made her the ideal person to cast off an ex. Her ex wasn't Justin Timberlake or the summer’s hot new action movie hunk. He wasn’t anyone deified by pop culture—he was the same guy who made out with you on the weekend and didn't text you back. You only need to look at what she’s wearing in the video: Converse, an army green t-shirt and cut-offs. Other than her snarly mic-face and the literal moshing going on in the video, Kelly let the song's brute #$%!-you speak for itself. We could relate to her so easily for being totally normal as well as the hormonal release of that  perfect pop-rock chorus. 2005 was so ugh! Finallt, rather than the Girl Next Door image that Britney and Christina cultivated in their formative years, Kelly was the American Everygirl, and “Since U Been Gone” encapsulated that identity with an unprecedented fist pump. The song was roughed up just enough to remain rooted in Martin’s pop dynamic. Just as the pop fans could got down with a little rock, the rockers could appreciate a bit of pop as well. It was a digestible balance for everyone, and because of that, people ate it up. The only other break-up song even similar to it was Alanis Morissette's self-empowered revenge anthem "You Oughta Know," which the 90s had deemed as categorically alternative. “Since U Been Gone” was built so solidly on indie foundation that a recent study asked self-described rock nerds to identify this song by its first few bars and no one said Kelly. Instead, they guessed Pavement, Parquet Courts, and Smashing Pumpkins. All you have to do is turn on the radio to hear the enduring influence of that song. The formula that was once so radical for a pop song has become the standard. Now, we want our pop music to explode like rock songs. Think of "Wrecking Ball,” "I Knew You Were Trouble," “Tick Tock,” and “Bad Romance”: Pop music desperately needed that hard rock surge to evolve and become the dominant force once again. Commercial radio bangers still bubble and pop, but they’re not bubblegum pop. The throbbing zit on the face of pop music grew along with our own pre-teen acne in 2003 and 2004, but it wasn't until "Since U Been Gone" that we popped that sucker and finally let it bleed. That pop-rock banger represented the moment guitar-driven music became the dominant "sound" of mainstream music in the mid aughts. When you look back at your click-wheel iPod, does anything else capture the turning point between the golden era of pop princesses and the impending rise of indie quite like “Since U Been Gone?" No—and that’s why it was so successful, so memorable, and so @$%#%#! good. Now go listen to it on repeat like we've been doing for the past ten years. Bryn Lovitt and Emma Garland are writers for Noisey who whole-heartedly agree that "Since U Been Gone" is like, the best pop song ever.

https://web.archive.org/web/20150918005216/http://noisey.vice.com/blog/since-u-been-gone-2005-week

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