#yes I love this part of the song awful lyrics and all

[lottiecrabie]

you know how lorde brought jack out at one of her shows and he played the guitar while she sang and they were very touchy feely and just gazing at each other the entire time? imagine a blurb like that on gto readers tour when her and matty are just friends now but there is still definitely underlying tension the entire time

i Know where this blurb idea came from I see you🫵

the screams rain over you, a torrential wave of love that you can’t help grinning at. you sit there, legs hanging off the stage, gripping your mic in silent awe. the world ripples in front of you, bodies of people — real, tangible, knowledgeable of your lyrics better than you sometimes — face you. the room seems larger, like entire cities could fit between these walls, like everyone you’ve ever known could be smiling back at you.

you use the energy like fuel. pretend your heart isn’t racing up your throat as you tilt up the mic. ‘i have a surprise for you guys,’ you say, teasing, confessional. another wave of screams, delighted in just being special. you laugh. ‘there’s a really special person here tonight. the producer of this album, my dear friend—‘ you barely need to let the name out, high-pitched cries already drowning it out, but still; ‘matty healy!’

he comes from backstage and he cracks the world open. stagelight transforms in soft sun rays, shining over your head until sweat pearls your forehead. strawberry ice cream lingers on your tongue. the faint smell of cigarette comes through, burning in the heat. he’s summer, even in the thick of this december month. you have to blink away, blind.

there’s a part of you way that will always be in august, and it throbs when he’s around you.

matty sits down beside you, offered a guitar by some worker. he waves to the crowd, working his charm easily. you have no sun to blame this flush on. you hope the stage makeup hides it, stop yourself from pressing the cold microphone to your cheeks and draw attention to it.

‘hello,’ you say. ‘not too tired?’

‘never,’ he answers, though it’s lost to the ears of the crowd, micless that he is.

‘i warmed the crowd up for you.’

‘you’re—‘ you aim the mic his way, graciously allowing the public into this moment, ‘—too sweet.’ you want to laugh. your chest tightens, in the habitual ways it still hasn’t learned not to.

something in you is angry that he’d dare say it here, in front of anyone, in front of everyone. not because he’s sharing anything personal, anything momental; because he’s not. to him, too sweet is any other phrase, and you’re left reeling from the slap he doesn’t know he gave.

‘we made pygmalion two summers ago, in this very city,’ you say conversationally, addressing the crowd. ‘i lived here for four months and so, forever, london will be the intrinsic pygmalion city. i don’t think i can walk any street without being washed with it.’

‘i live here and there’s still places i can’t visit without being reminded of pygmalion,’ matty says in the cadence of a joke. you chuckle for him, ever gracious.

‘there’s still wines i can’t drink,’ you attempt to volley back, but it starts feeling a little too raw, a little too real. you get the uncomfortable impression of being under a microscope, and you clutch the microphone with the need to swallow it all back.

matty steals the mic from your hands, eyes wrinkling with mirth. ‘this one used to say she didn’t like red wine.’

you roll your eyes, taking it back. ‘yes, well, i just—‘

again, matty’s fingers brush yours, angling the mic back to him. ‘—never drank the correct sort, yes, i told you so.’

‘stop taking my mic!’ you laugh, giving a look to the public as you gesture to him. ‘it’s a wonder we finished any song with all of this.’ you sit up straighter, attempting to put the show back on track. ‘and yet we did. you might know this one, it’s called galatea.’

again, a new wave of excited screams wash you. galatea is always a highlight of the night. the broken lyrics that come back to you, sung and cried, tears filling the eyes of the first row until you have to look away. this time, you don’t even attempt to watch them, instead turning to face matty, crossed-legged.

his fingers strum the chords familiarly; you croon the first words. you get projected on a sofa, red lights drenching the two of you, the stars shining just for you. he’s so known you might choke up. you have moved on, you promise yourself you have, but what can you do with all the knowledge you gain of someone? where do the memories go when you’ve stopped needing to play them back every night just to fall asleep. they can’t cease to exist, yet they can’t fit in the palms of your hands either.

his eyebrows tilt as he concentrates, bobbing his head. a curl strikes his forehead and you stop yourself from reaching up and brushing it away. parts of you wake up, called to attention. the need to wish and hope and yearn; to exist in the possible, nearly-not but just enough that it’s exquisitely painful. you think of new lyrics, you hate yourself for it.

the chorus cries out of you. you scoot closer, sing it to him. you’re back in a booth, angry eyes pinning him down vengefully. matty glances up and there must be something in you that has quietened, that has folded over and surrendered. he doesn’t look away from your stare. he doesn’t get overwhelmed with the weight of it.

your hand flies to his knee, as if to make sure he’s real. he is; flesh and muscle and that stubborn heart of his, beating somewhere far away from you.

for all the sun he represents, he doesn’t burn anymore. it’s a soft sting, like another memory buzzing in you. your fingers retreat. mournfully, you sing the next lyric.

you whisper the last words out, smiling faintly. his fingers halt. he stops suddenly; he’s there and then he’s not, per usual. the cries roar back to you. for all the worlds that exist in this very room, they always seem to cease when he’s beside you. a summery cocoon you craft out of nothings, one that’s off somewhere in a london apartment.

you turn back to the crowd, remind yourself of everything that is real too. ‘thank you,’ you whisper to them, a hand to your chest, vaguely bowing. thank you for being there when the ground doesn’t seem to hold you up anymore. you look at him. and then, a grin, waving an arm to him. ‘matty healy, everyone!’

#this is Barely flirty and mostly just rly angsty Sorry😭 #angst #blurb #galatea take one #ask #matty healy x reader

[stcrgazings]

like a tattoo ➳ (c.l)

part two is up and you can read it here

note: sooooo I literally wrote this out of nowhere, but i like how it turned out, it’s nothing like the song really buttt it has some of its lyrics so it only seemed fitting to name it that. thx to my girly @hey-kae who was my beta reader, and convinced me to post this, love ya. happy reading and don’t be a ghost reader!

pairing: charles leclerc x female reader

summary: in which you’re having a very hard time trying not to think about your ex-boyfriend charles, and with his dnf in the first race of the season, everything seems to remind you of him.

warnings: use of alcohol, lots of swearing (mostly fuck), a very heartbroken reader, mentions of a dick-ish charles, smoking ¿?? kinda

word count: 1,5K (it’s a shortie but I promise is soooo good)

“and it’s a Ferrari slowing down guys, and it looks like it’s Leclerc” the commentator in the tv says and your heart immediately drops.

Yes, you hate him, and don’t even wanna look at his face ever again but your heart still aches for him and the way his team is failing him yet again in what is barely the first race of the season.

Your model friend turns to look at you as the stylist sips you up over the black tube dress and fixes your hair in the tight ponytail that adorned you head.

“That’s karma” says the girl besides you, as you inevitably roll your eyes.

“That’s one way to call it” you say and everyone in the room that was starting at you bursts out in laughter.

You wanted to hate him, you really did, but you couldn’t help but wanting to text him after that awful race for him.

But fuck him, right?

He had a championship to win, at least that what he said when he broke up with you cold blooded, so yeah, fuck him and his stupid unreliable little red car.

you look at yourself in the mirror and smile at the reflection, you’re pretty, the most wanted model of every single luxury brand, and you eventually will get over him.

So you say your goodbyes as you exit the Prada building after signing yet another contract to add to your portfolio, your girl best friend hooked in your arm as you both giggled softly about where you both will be partying that nigth.

“But in Monaco right?” She asks as you both enter the limousine waiting for you at the front.

“Yeah I guess” is all you answer as you manager turns to look at you both.

Your hand lingers through your phone and eventually Charles contact, you wanted to text him, but at the end you decide against it, but something in the back of your mind tells you to unblock him and so you do.

Maybe some vodka will give you the courage to text him, or at least to hook up with someone else to forget about those haunting green eyes.

“We’re going to a club” you answer, finally lifting your eyes from the device your managers face quickly going pale.

“You really think that’s a good idea?” He asks serious, you roll your eyes.

“Why?” You play dumb as your friend besides you giggles.

“Bella don’t support her!” He complains.

“I’m actually curious why not?” The model asks again, also playing dumb, the man in front of you squeezing his fists as the both of you gang up on him.

“You going out partying and getting hammered when your ex just got his ass kicked at the race, how do you think the media would react to that?”

you meant this with absolutely every bone of your tiny body, when you say this;

“Do you really think I care what the media thinks? Fuck them for all I care” You spit and Bella besides you claps and cheers and picks a fight with your manager who is clearly unhappy with your plans of the night, he lists all of the cons and the reasons you should stay at home tonight.

“It’s a Sunday y/n, for gods sake!” He says but you didn’t listen and truly did not care a bit.

This is what you’ve been doing for the pasts weeks to try and cope with what he had done to you, and you hated yourself for not just getting over him.

Because it’s not like he was boyfriend of the year when you two were together, in the last months of your relationship he barely even acknowledge you, and he had dump you over call after what it was the biggest fight of your relationship.

Because you had exploded out frustration from his constant indifference, and dick ass attitude, and then ditched the apartment you both shared together.

So naturally when when he called you hours later you thought it was maybe to fix the things between the both of you.

But boy were you wrong.

Somewhere along the lines of “you’re just a model you don’t understand anyway” and “text me when you come get your things” the person you had love the most for the longest time broke your heart and didn’t looked back.

And so you went into self defense and destructive mode and if he didn’t looked back neither did you, blocking him in every social media known to men.

And like that you were strangers with who one was your favorite person in the entire earth.

And so if you wanted to go and get completely hammered after he lost a stupid race you would.

(…)

The Weeknd was playing as you downed another shot with people surrounding you as they cheered you on.

you were pretty wasted, but you still couldn’t get the Ferrari driver out of your mind.

All that you could think about was him, how much you missed him, and how much you wanted him right now.

As you danced with strangers hand all over your body you couldn’t help but remember his.

You remembered his hands, the way you would squirm under his touch, how he would show you how the stars looked like with just his fingers, the way his hands fit practically like they were meant to be holding yours, how good it feel when they were wrap around your neck, and how he would woke you up with them as he tickle you in to his arms, the way he held you at night as you both talk about your days and how much you missed each other.

Suddenly it all feels like too much, you pushed the stranger away from you, his grab in you becoming overwhelming and you need air, a single tear running trough your cheek and you can’t breath and it’s so unfair.

It’s unfair because you’ve had the worse months of your life and he had just moved on, with who used to be one of your best friends.

(Or at least that’s what every single media outlet said)

And you probably shouldn’t believe it but you still remembered the bile coming up your throat as you stared at the pictures of them at the Paris Fashion Week.

So you sit with your head thrown back in on of the sofas of the private booths at the club, and as the air conditioner hit your face, you remembered his hands and the way the mountains looked when you took that trip to the French Alps last Christmas, and you wanted to sob because of how awful it all felt and how much your body ache for him, you close your eyes and take some deep breath, and you can almost feel his lips against yours, you can almost see the life shooting diamonds from his eyes, his beautiful eyes.

The ones that would haunt you at night when you couldn’t sleep because all you did was think of him, how he was doing, if he missed you as much as you did him.

“You want a cig? Looks like you need it” a stranger asks in front of you, you mumble a no as you can, being so lost in your own head.

For the longest time Charles was by far, in your books at least the best person in the world, always so happy and perky, his smile lighting up your days, and nights, always so hungry for life, wanting for you to know the world the same way he did, always so passionate about the things he loved, always so passionate and loving of you.

You can’t help but wonder when it all went wrong, maybe somewhere between France and Abu Dhabi, the last being the last time you remembered being genuinely happy beside Charles, because yes he had come second in the championship but you remembered the way he held you up and kissed you in the hotel room and for a moment you thought you both will be fine.

But when you reach the top, it comes the fall.

And it was all fighting and misunderstandings and misery because you just wanted to be with him but he just wouldn’t let you.

Now you were there, still falling, wanting to forget about those times when you were happy with him.

He moved on, why couldn’t you?

Sitting there you beg for the universe to help you, to give you a sign, anything really, that eventually things would change, that you would stop feeling this way, that the hole inside your chest would disappear and finally the air would feel the way it’s supposed to and breathing and waking up in the morning wouldn’t be as hard as it had been lately and happiness would return your way and things would get better.

Obviously the least that you expect is your phone screen lighting up.

Especially with the name of the one that hadn’t been able to leave your mind in the entire night.

Suddenly and “I miss you” text from Charles hits you out of nowhere like a brick in the face.

Maybe you’ll take that cigarette now.

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[lomllover]

snow on the beach.

summary: y/n is on tour and harry joins her for one of her songs pairings: singer!yn x boyfriend!harry warnings: so so much fluff - You had been on tour for a total of five months and this was your final show for a little bit.

"Alright, Chicago are we re-" You began to say and saw a sign that made you laugh. "Wait hold on.. can I read your sign?" You asked the fan in the crowd and waited for their answer.

"Yes!!!" The girl shouted back at you and held her phone up higher to get a better angle of your guys' conversation.

"Her sign says, 'Y/N please reject me so I can move on'.. What's your name?"

"Charlotte!" She responded.

"Well Charlotte, you'll be very upset to hear that I have a boyfriend," You smiled as the crowd got louder at the mention of Harry. "And I think he would also be upset and a little jealous if he read your sign. What if we brought him out to confirm that?" You said with a smirk and watched as Harry walked onto the stage.

He wrapped his arm around your waist and gave it a light squeeze. "Now what's this I hear about you trying to get with my girlfriend?" He asked once everyone settled down.

Charlotte laughed and shrugged. "Have you seen her?"

"Have I seen her?! Of course I have! She's smokin' hot."

You buried your face into Harry's side as your cheeks turned red and shook your head. "Shhh.. okay.. We have one more song for you and I was going to bring H out to sing it with me so your sign was amazingly timed, Charlotte." You turned to Harry and gave him a small nod. "Ready baby?"

He nodded and you both put your mics on their stands as the band started playing.

"One night, a few moons ago I saw flecks of what could've been light. But it might just have been you passing by unbeknownst to me." You started singing and smiled at Harry. "Life is emotional abusive and time can't stop me quite like you did and my flight was awful, thanks for asking. I'm unglued, thanks to you." You shifted your weight from one side of your body to the other to start singing the chorus. "And it's like snow at the beach weird, but fuckin' beautiful. Flying in a dream stars by the pocketful you wanting me tonight feels impossible but it's comin' down no sound, it's all around."

Harry couldn't help but smile big at you singing that he almost forgot to start singing his part. "This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen. I searched "aurora borealis green" I've never seen someone lit from within blurring out my periphery," He watched as a couple in the pit started dancing with each other so he couldn't help taking his microphone off his stand and moving closer to you. "My smile is like I won a contest and to hide that would be so dishonest and it's fine to fake it 'til you make it 'til you do, 'til it's true." He sang as you turned to face him.

"Now it's like snow at the beach, weird, but fuckin' beautiful. Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful. You wanting me tonight feels impossible. But it's comin' down no sound, it's all around." You both sang together. "I can't I speak, afraid to jinx it. I don't even dare to wish it."

You both moved down a couple of stairs to the cat-walk part of the stage and sat down on them then Harry started singing again, "But your eyes are flying saucers from another planet. Now I'm all for you like Janet. Can this be a real thing?"

"Can it?" You finished the lyric and held his free hand. "Are we falling like," You started this lyric for him to finish as small pieces of white confetti started falling down from the ceiling to act as snow.

"Snow snow at the beach? (Snow at the beach) Weird, but fuckin' beautiful. Flying in a dream (Flying in a dream), Stars by the pocketful. You wanting me (You wanting me). Tonight feels impossible, but it's comin' down. No sound, it's all around." He finished the song and you both stood up to bow to the crowd and blow them kisses.

"Thank you everyone so much please get home safe tonight, I love you all so much. Thank you for the best 5 months of tour I could ever ask for." You looked down at Charlotte and blew her a kiss. "Thank you." You mouthed to her and she smiled big.

You and Harry left the stage and went back stage to your dressing room. "That was so much fun, H. Thank you for coming and singing with me." You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug.

"Anything for you, honey." He nuzzled his face into your neck. "I love you."

-

sooo what'd you guys think?? pls make sure to lmk and reblog this story if you did like it to help my account grow! i love you all so much and thank you for taking time to read my stories. <3

#harry styles x reader #harry styles stuff #boyfriend!harry #harry styles one shot #harry styles #harry styles writing #harry fic #harry edward styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles x you #harry x reader #harry's house album #harry update #snow on the beach

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Don't make me beg

February Filth Fest : Day Nine

Song Mingi x fem reader

a/n: *taste by danceracha intensifies* (i know the lyrics are "don't make me bad" but like cmon- it's don't make me beg)

"I'm addicted to you, Momma."

✫彡wordcount: 1.5k

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut w/o plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, oral fixation, zero build up, baby boy mingi cause i just cannot help it, bed humping, overstim, hand holding, very light degradation, big dumb mingi(❤️‍🩹), light nipple play, pet names(baby,honey, baby boy & momma, love), lots of references to Taste

tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"Baby," you cry out, slapping at his arms which keep your writhing hips in place for him. "Mingi, you have to breathe, Honey! Give us a break, good god!"

You feel him mumble something against your sensitive clit, grabbing his hoodies sleeve and tugging on it as he begins laving his flat tongue over it. "Mingi!" You whine, cunt clenching around nothing as he pushes you towards your second orgasm of the night with nothing but his mouth. "Baby, you have to slow down!"

"Don't wanna stop," he can barely speak up as he keeps his lips on you. "Want you to feel my love."

"I feel it, fucks sake!" You laugh, hand raking though his hair and locking eyes with him as he devours your pussy. "I feel it... I feel i-fuck... wow." The look on his face as his eyes flutter shut has you falling in love all over again. He looks so content. So happy with his face stuffed between your thighs. "Baby, I c- I'm gonna cum."

When your words register in his mushy brain, he reaches up one of his hands up from their death grip on your hips and rests it gently between your ribs. You take it up in both of yours, trapping it tightly as he closes his lips around your bud.

He revels on the way you moan for him as he sucks, opening his eyes to watch as he pushes you over the edge. To watch the face he's become addicted to. The one you make when he throws you into an ecstasy only he can give you.

Your brows screwed up, mouth parted by a whimper of his name, chest rising and falling as waves of pleasure spread through your body. It spurs him on- the way he can feel and taste your release on his tongue.

You have to physically pull him away as your body begins to shake in overstimulation, holding him by his dyed hair as he opens his eyes in confusion as to why he's not tasting you anymore. When he sees your trembling legs, the way you hold his fingers so roughly they loose color, it dawns on him.

"Fuck," he sighs, slowly going to lay his head on your quivering thigh, eyes unable to look away from your soaked pussy. "M'sorry, Momma... can't help myself." He whispers as he licks up the essence of you left on his swollen lips. "Can't help it."

"Starting to think we need a safe word for me," you joke as you pet his head, "c'mere, Baby Boy." You sit up slowly and he scoots up to rest beside you against the headboard.

You grab him the bottle of water from the bedside and open it up for him, giving him a chaste kiss to his forehead before handing it over. "Thank you," he gulps it up greedily, before stopping abruptly. "It's gonna wash you away," he pouts.

"Awe," you coo, "you really love my taste, don't you?"

"Yes," he admits, holding his hand over yours which cradles his flushed face. "I'm addicted to you, Momma."

You narrow the gap between you and capture his lips in a kiss, tasting yourself on him briefly before you pull away and rest your forehead on his. Your breaths collide, sharing oxygen as you both breath deeply. "Drink up, Baby." You tap his cheek gently and turn away to grab your bottle. "Gonna need to stay hydrated if you want to keep this up."

"I can keep going?" He asks, clearly excited as he sits up on his knees and is already moving back down the bed.

"Ah, ah, ah!" You snatch up his hoodie string and stop him in his tracks. "I said drink. Let me have a break, Baby, you made me cum twice in like ten minutes. Did you even realize that?"

He shakes his head and crawls into your hold as you open your arms. He doesn't even realize how needy he's become until his clothed cock meets your wet, warm cunt. He whines as your hands trail under his hoodie and shirt, stripping them off together and setting them down next to you. You lean up and kiss his peck, making him shiver.

You lean back and drink up your water, wrapping your legs around his back with a smirk. "Love, I want to keep going," he pleads, grinding down on you lightly to emphasize his eagerness. "Makes me feel so good when I eat you out... makes me so hard."

"Drink your water," you demand nonchalantly, tossing your empty bottle. "Now, or you won't get anything."He takes it from you the next second, all but chugging it before throwing it to join yours.

He grabs at your ankles behind his back and whines helplessly when you lock them around him. "Momma, please, let me..." You chuckle at him, running you hands up his naked chest, pausing at his nipples to circle them. "Please!"

"So greedy, Honey."

"Please, don't make me beg..."

You hum, pretend to think. "I want... I want you to beg." When he does nothing but look down at you dumbly, you emphasize, "beg for my pussy."

He wails out, "Love, please. I need to feel you on my tongue, I need to taste you, I need it! Please, Momma, please, please, ple-" His voice trails off as his eyes follow your hand to open the beside drawer. You pull out a headband and tug him down by his neck. "Wha..."

You unlock your legs form around him and his body moves before his mind tells it to. "Now that I can see that pretty face, get to work."

He does. He dives in sloppily, licking and kissing your cunt and worshiping you like you are a Goddess. "Thank you, Momma." He leaves a fat kiss to your clit. "Thank you." He licks up with a pointed tongue. "Love it so much." He swirls it around your hole. "Love you so much." His hips grind down on the bed. "Fucking love you." He goes on and on, praising you and your pussy as he eats it up like a man starved, slowly rambling into nonsense.

"Baby," he looks up at the sound of your voice, finding that you have your hands reaches out towards his. He slides them up from your thighs and grabs onto them as he suckles at you. You hold them at either side of your hips, smiling as he squeezes rhythmically. "You're going all dumb, Baby Boy. We can't have that, right?" He shakes his head against you, making you both laugh and moan. "Just look at me, Baby."

He keeps his eyes focused on yours- trying his best to pick up on every little twitch and moan and bite of your lip to keep himself from going crazy. He grinds his hips down on the bed whenever you let out a particularly sweet moan, almost like he's rewarding himself for making you feel good.

When you start to moan out more and more praises to him, he can't help how his eyes shut tightly as his gut tightens, moaning against you: like he's experiencing as much pleasure as you are.

"Mingi, stop," you order. His tongue stills inside you, looking up with doe eyes. "That's enough."

He pulls away with a whine, slowly releasing your hands and crawling up with a pout. "Don't worry, Sweet Boy. There's always more time for that. Right now," you reach between you as he cages you under him. "You're humping the bed like a little whore. You must really love making me feel good, huh? Must love making me cum. So selfless, baby." You slowly rub over his hard bulge, bringing him closer with a leg over his hip. "Let Momma make you feel good? Let me give you a reward?"

He lays down wordless and watches with glazed eyes as you straddle him. You cup his face, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest before you pause at his nipple and leave a kitten lick, laughing at how his hips roll up into you. "So worked up, Honey."

He didn't even notice until you'd taken over, but he's incredibly horny. He was so focused on you, making you feel like a Goddess. He didn't even realize his cock was painfully hard. He was just focused on making you feel like he does when you love on him. He didn't realize how much he loved eating you out. He can't get enough. He wants more. More, and more, until he can't breath. Until he can't remember the taste of anything besides you. That would be his ultimate rewards. "Love... I know what my reward can be."

"What's that, Baby?"

"Sit on my face."

"Jesus, Mingi!"

#february filth fest #song mingi #mingi #ateez mingi #ateez #ateez smut #mingi smut #smut fic

[landoom]

So, I'm finally here with all my thoughts about this video... It will be a long (and hard) ride!

Oscar is wearing a feathery boa

Thighs on full display with somee great shots of the

30sec in and Oscar is already laughing at whatever Lando is saying

45sec in and Oscar is saying "I feel like a woman"...

...and Lando wasn't ready for that!

Giggles...

Stares...

1.30 and Oscar is laughing harder...

So much effort put in finding the "hair" lyrics

More giggles...

Lando looknig at Oscar when saying "Love story"

Lando looking at Oscar when saying "You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess"

Lando saying "baby just say... " and not finishing the sentence...

...only for Oscar to do it with the cutest "yes" ever

And Lando being all happy he did it

More stares...

Oscar's tongue coming out when he look amorously at Lando (episode 3457)

Oscar saying "Beautiful" and we all know he's talking about Lando

Lando hitting Oscar's arm (that slap sound!!!)

Oscar singing with his eyes closed...

Another "beautiful" from Oscar

Around 5min30, they are just mimicking each other's position

More giggles from Oscar

Oscar just letting his head fall back... (Lando, please, bite that neck for us!!)

Lando just in awe of Oscar's voice!

Another head falling back from Oscar!

A "beautiful" from Lando this time!

Beautiful gaze exchange on the Johnny Cash part

How they decided, without words, to read a line each in turns...

A third head falling back... Oscar just laughing with his whole body as something that's not even that funny (epsiode 2587)

Oscar doubling over

Oscar's hand in hair

Oscar looking at Lando... like he's doing for probably more than half of the vid!

Oscar being a Lil Nas X fan... and an obvious inside joke between the two of them

Oscar looking at Lando while saying "I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more" (like they probably did so while listening to that song!!)

The inflatable guitar conveniently hiding Oscar's crotch

Both of them having watched Hannah Montana

Lando having X factor references

More gazes...

Lando lipsyncing to Myley Cyrus

Oscar wanting more of that apparently

Another "beautiful" from Oscar

More giggles...

Oscar laughing with is whole body again

No more guitar but the boa is now on Oscar's crotch...Not nearly hiding the bump there!!

Lando Norris bi-sitting

Oscar spending the whole end of the vid looking at Lando

Their cute faces at the end!

#f1 #lando norris #formula 1 #mctwinks #mclaren #oscar piastri #oscar “heart eyes” piastri #landoscar #Youtube

[p0ssywhippedcream]

My mind keeps wandering back to that Apollo wedding night one shot and ghhhaaaa it's just so fluffy and cute!!! I'm especially obsessed with the part where it mentions the sun chariot proposal. On that note, could you possibly do a req about said proposal, kinda like a prequel to the first one??? Thx. in advance!!!

Song: To Love Somebody by The Bee Gees

"There's a light, a certain kind of light.." Your feet are on the dash of Apollo's chariot, currently in convertible mood, swaying side to side crossed over each other. You're looking at the village below you with an easy smile, catching the breeze and filling it with lyrics, "That never shone on me.."

Your boyfriend is watching you from the corner of his eye, reveling in the sight of the glow of sunlight that dances across your face gently. You look so comfortable, wrapped in a t-shirt and pj shorts as you lounge happily. You belong here, on top of the world with the sun and the man you love.

"I want my life to be," He joins in with you and your gaze turns to him, mirth growing as he sings, "Lived with you, lived with you.."

You both lean in over the next few lines, lips a shared breath away as your voices light up the space.

"Baby, you don't know what it's like.. to love somebody, to love somebody," His mouth brushes yours as he utters the last words of the chorus, "The way I love you.."

You kiss him, lips syncing immediately as your smile grows on his face. You pull away much too soon for his liking but he lets you because he just can't keep the grin off his face.

"What's that look for?" You giggle.

"You're just so perfect." He says it with awe in his tone. It's true, he's met gods less beautiful, kind, smart, funny, less amazing than you. And soon, he could make you one.

You hum contently before poking him in the arm, "When's the surprise?"

"Paris." And it's in view, a certain structure makes that obvious.

I'm a man, can't you see what I am..

"So... like four seconds then."

I live and I breathe for you..

Apollo pulls up to the Eiffel Tower, and then stops. Midair, your boyfriends parks the sun right above the Eiffel tower.

"Apollo..?" You start to ask, looking over the edge before a chuckle makes you turn back to him. He's standing on his seat and offers you a hand. You take it and stand on the perfect leather butt cushions, watching him with confusion.

Then, his knee hits the seat and suddenly he's kneeling before you with a golden box in his hands. You gasp and immediately think Seriously? I'm in my pajamas! before that thought is erased by him opening the box and reveling the most beautiful stone you've ever seen in your life.

To love somebody, to love somebody...the way I love you..

"Y/n L/n, love of my life, most darling of all mortals and perfect of all souls, will you marry me?"

"Oh god, yes!" You don't give him enough time to slip on the ring before you're tackling him in a hug. He's pinned against the door of the chariot, loud laughter coming from both of you as you drench his shirt in tears.

"I'm the god you said yes to, right?" He jokes and you devolve into giggles.

"Yes, Apollo, you certainly are."

The radio sings one last line and the song fades out.

"Can I put the ring on then?" You push yourself off of him with hands on his chest and nod eagerly.

He pulls it from it's place in the box and gently grabs your hand, sliding the gold and chunky sunstone down your ring finger. Your smile is uncontrollable as you watch your fiancé dote on you, placing lots of kisses on your hand when he's done.

"You know," He tells you as he adjusts its position, having moved from his oral expression of joy, "I had a whole poem I wrote but you looked like you would explode if I hadn't hurried and popped the question."

Suddenly, you gasped. "Oh my gods..." Apollo met your eyes with newfound terror, wondering what he did wrong before a mock punch hit his chest, "YOU PROPOSED TO ME IN MY PAJAMAS!"

"You would've gotten suspicious if I asked you to get ready at four in the morning!" He defended through chuckles. He caught your hand as it raised again, "Besides, you look beautiful no matter what you wear."

You pouted and huffed, "But pajamas? If you dress me in-in Uggs on our wedding day, I will go insane and take you with me."

He nodded very seriously, such a threat could not be taken lightly. "I see why but darling, if I did that, I would've already been insane."

#oph.posts #oph.thoughts #oph.anons #pjo hoo #pjo #pjo hoo toa #pjo fluff #pjo x reader #pjo x reader fluff #pjoverse #percy jackson series #apollo #pjo apollo x reader fluff #apollo x reader #pjo apollo #apollo x reader fluff #pjo apollo x reader #apollo fluff #pjo apollo fluff #pjo x you #pjo x you fluff #pjo x y/n #pjo x y/n fluff #apollo x you #apollo x you fluff #apollo x reader pjo #pjo apollo x you #pjo apollo x you fluff #pjo apollo x y/n #percy jackon and the olympians

[thelovelylolly]

hi there :) i loved your latest Billy fic, it nearly brought tears to my eyes. could you please do a fluff alphabet with Billy ? Thank you 🤍 keep writing, you're so good at this !!!

Fluff Alphabet w/ Billy Hargrove

A/N: aw thank you so much love! i hope you enjoy <3 (also this isn't proofread bc im tired, what else is new lol)

A: Affection (how does he show affection/is he good at it)

He mainly shows it through physical touch or little acts of service. He's not very vocal about his love, he much rather show it. He loves to hold your hand or have an arm around you at all times.

B: Beauty (what does he think makes his s/o beautiful)

While physical looks are a huge part of his attraction towards you, he really loves your personality. He loves the little quirks about you, little things that only come out later on in your relationship. It's almost like he's the only person who knows about those things, and it makes him feel so special.

C: Comfort (how he comforts his s/o after a rough day)

He'd take you out for a drive. He'd let you pick the music to blast from the speakers in the car and let you roll the windows down. He loves to hear you scream the lyrics to your favorite songs and if he knows the song, he'd sing a long, too :)

D: Dreams (what does his dream future with his s/o look like)

He wants a home and kids, but he's terrified he'd become just like his father. He knows if he pursues the family life with you, you would never let him become like his dad, but it's still a fear he'll always have.

E: Equal (is he more dominant or soft in the relationship)

It's Billy, even ooc, he's the dominant one. He doesn't see himself as superior to you in anyway, he just knows what he wants and he's gonna get it, y'know? Your happy to let him take the wheel in the relationship, but you both know that you'd take it back if needed.

F: Fight (how would a typical fight go and how easily would he forgive his s/o)

At the beginning of your relationship, Billy would pick fights over stupid things. You fought back, putting him in his place of course, until the fighting became too much and you sat down with him to talk things out. After that, the fights nearly stop, only happening over serious things.

G: Gratitude (is he grateful for all his s/o does/has done for him)

He's so grateful for you. You helped him cope with the abuse he'd gone through, you were patient with him as he unlearned toxic habits he had because of his dad, you were an angel to him and he will always be grateful for you.

H: Honest (how honest is he to his s/o)

He's pretty honest with you. He only hid and lied about things to you at the start of your relationship, but once his walls come down, he doesn't have anything to hide. He mainly stopped hiding and lying to you because he never wanted to lose you over it.

I: Inspiration (did his s/o inspired him to become a better person)

Yes, 100%. Like before, you helped him cope with the abuse he had gone through. You helped him work on himself to become a better person, a person he would've never become without you.

J: Jealousy (does he get jealous)

Yes, yes, yes. Did I mention yes? He's so scared of losing you that if another guy tries to make a move on you, Billy is by your side in a second to scare the guy away. He knows you wouldn't leave him, but he can never too safe.

K: Kiss (where does he kiss his s/o, where does his s/o kiss him)

He loves to kiss you anywhere, but especially on your lips. While he's kiss other girls on the lips, you were different. Every time he kisses your lips, sparks fly like he's kissing you for the first time again and again. Your favorite place to kiss him is the top of his head. He loves wrapping his arms around you when your standing in front of him while he's sitting, so you would press soft kisses to the top of his head. Just gentle intimacy :)

L: Little ones (how is he with kids)

Not good AT ALL. Unless they're his, he does not like kids. He'd try to put up with other people's kids if your babysitting them or something, but he doesn't like taking care of kids that aren't his. If they are his, he's one of the best dad's out there.

M: Marriage (does he want to get married)

Yes, but I feel like he doesn't want a traditional wedding. If you want one, he'd be down, but I think he'd prefer a courthouse wedding with a small reception with your closest friends afterwords. He doesn't see the point of dropping thousands of dollars on one day, but like I said, if you want a traditional wedding day, he'd be happy with it.

N: Nicknames (what nicknames does he have for his s/o and vice versa)

His go-to pet names are 'babe', 'baby', and 'sweetheart'. He isn't good at making personal nicknames, so he just sticks with the simple pet names. You do the same, usually calling him 'babe' or 'handsome'.

O: On cloud nine (what's he like when he's in love)

When he's in truly and deeply in love, his playboy personality disappears. He's a gentleman and a sweetheart, making sure you know he loves you. At first, he doesn't say it a lot, but after a few months, he'll be saying "I love you" every chance he gets.

P: PDA (is he okay with pda)

He loves PDA. He loves having an arm around you or his fingers intertwined with yours. It's mainly because he wants to tell the world your his s/o and he wants to show you off.

Q: Quirk (a trait of his that makes him a great partner)

When he loves, he loves hard. He's kissing you, cuddling you, hugging you, doing things for you. You name it, he does it. He puts his whole heart into his relationship with you because he adores you and you treat him better than anyone else does.

R: Romance (how romantic is he)

He's romantic, but not in a cheesy way. He does the dinners and flowers, but not only on special days like Valentine's day. He also gets you little gifts no matter the occasion. You spotted something you wanted but didn't end up getting? It's on your bed a few days later with a sweet, short note from Billy.

S: Security (how protective is he)

Jealous AND protective. If he gets a bad vibe from someone, he's immediately finding a reason to get you out of the situation. He'd put himself between you and danger if it ever comes down to it. He puts you before him in a dangerous or uneasy situation.

T: Thrill (does he like new things in the relationship or does he like routine)

He loves adventure, so he likes to try new things. Mainly new date locations and activities to keep things fresh. I have a feeling he wouldn't like going back to the same place over and over again (unless it's your favorite restaurant or date location).

U: Ugly (what are some of his bad traits and does he know about them)

His temper. It's gotten better because you pointed it out to him, but it used to be so much worse. He used to have such a short temper that your arguments would be over stupid little things. It was because that was how he defended himself from his dad, so that's how he reacted whenever he felt threatened or criticize. Luckily, you helped him out and now he's much better.

V: Value (is his relationship his main priority)

YES!!! Billy is head over heels in love with you, of course you and your relationship is his priority! You're basically his entire world <3

W: Wild Card

He likes to be the little spoon when you two cuddle. With your arms around him, it's a reminder that you're there with him and you love him enough to cuddle with him. It's a comfort thing, and you don't mind it at all.

X: XOXO (how often does he kiss, hug, and cuddle with you)

Any chance he gets. He loves his arms around you and his lips on yours. If you need some distance, he'll respect that of course, but physical touch is definitely one of his love languages.

Y: Yuck (something he doesn't like)

Too much complaining. He understands complaining about your day or a person neither of you like, but he doesn't like it when you or anyone is constantly complaining like they're impossible to please.

Z: Zzz (how is he when he sleeps)

Since your relationship started and you two started to sleep in the same bed, he sleeps like a baby. He snores a little bit and tosses, too, but you two are always touching one way or another while you two sleep. After a while, Billy couldn't fall asleep without you with him.

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove x you #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fan fiction #stranger things x reader #stranger things fan fic #stranger things fanfiction

[bibluebutterfly]

(New) Cannon/ Mostly Cannon Facts About Ozzie.

JMI's new livestream was today, and you can guess who watched it lol. Anyway, here's Part One if y'all want to check it out.

DISCLAIMER: Take all of this with a pinch of salt because most of this is just what JMI thinks. Also I came in 12 minutes late so I may have missed something. Now let's get to it.

Ozzie and bee get along relatively well. In JMI's words, "they have their moments" and "they know how the hierarchy SHOULD work." Interesting...

If Oz could play a role in a broadway musical he would probably be the Moulin Rouge ringleader. Though JMI thinks it funny if he played George Washington from Hamilton and he wish's Ozzie could've played Phantom, but he's too sexy. (Ozzie as Phantom? TAKE MY MONEY AND TAKE IT NOW.)

Oz could squish mammon in full form just because he is way taller. (but that's likely WITHOUT them using magic.)

Fizz and Oz wedding? JMI has no clue but if there was it would be fire.

The song Oz would listen to and repeat would be (and he sings this part so I don't know if it a song or lyric) "can't get enough of your love, baby" because in his words, Ozzie "can't get enough of his love". The SWEETNESS AAGGGHHH.

Ozzie and Lucifer PROBABLY get along well. As long as Oz does his job and they don't mess with each other, they really don't have a reason to hate.

Ozzie probably likes Xmas carols cuz they're catchy.

Fizz is an awful cook. In JMI's words (in the Ozzie voice), he's "so cute, so sexy, but can't cook worth a damn." I mean we knew that but the way I bust out laughing XD.

Ozzie's fav food is may be barbecue ribs and wings (cannibalism??) But that may be (and most likely is) JMI projecting.

If Oz were to give Fizz Flowers, they would be white and blue roses (JMI admits that is cheesy. Which yes, but it's oh so in character for the both of them XD).

JMI SAID IT'S CANNON THAT OZ DOES NOT HOW TO USE ELECTRONICS THAT IS SO FUNNY.

(NOT RELATED IN ANY WAY BUT HE SAID HI TO MEEEE AAAGGHHHHH.)

Oz probably likes cheese (though JMI DOESN'T.)

Not a fact but a fan said Ozzie brand cereal would be called Ozzie-O's and I love that.

If the Ozzie liking barbecue wings is NOT cannon, then he may be horrified to see his workers eating Chicken.

Oz still not big on valentines.

He and Fizz WOULD sing "Baby It's Cold Outside" but Fizz would likely change it to (and I once again quote) "nasty, nasty lyrics".

And that's it folks. Once again, JMI is awesome, we love him, and Ozzie still remains one of my favorite characters.

#helluva boss #fizzarolli #helluva boss asmodeus #helluva asmodeus #ozzie helluva boss #helluva ozzie #fizz x ozzie #helluva boss ozzie #ozzie #asmodeus helluva boss #asmodeus x fizzarolli #fizzmodeus #fizzarozzie #helluva fizzarolli #helluva boss fizzarolli #fizzaroli helluva boss #fizarolli

[palfriendpatine66]

@somethingsteff asked for #39 for obikin from the Abba lyrics prompt list (and #4 which I’ll answer separately so I don’t lose track!)

39. you thrill me, you delight me, you please me, you excite me

Read below for a proposal drabble - what else could it have been for this song?

“Well?”

Obi-Wan shifted on his protesting knee, now feeling patently ridiculous to be kneeling on the hard stone in front of the stunning younger man who had apparently been stunned into silence, as unmoving and hard as stone himself since Obi-Wan had sunk to his knee and bared his soul and presented the ring that he still held outstretched in his now sweaty palm.

“I know it’s a loaded question and all, but one does usually expect an answer of some kind.”

Anakin cleared his throat, fighting through the burning tightness that was losing its battle to choke back all the emotions threatening to spill out. “Are you sure?”

“About which part, exactly?” Obi-Wan wondered. “The ring? No, I’m not. You’re the one who has to look at it for the rest of your life, if you don’t like it you can pick out one that you do.”

“Not the ring,” Anakin reached out and closed both of his hands around the outstretched palm starting to shake, cradling it like it was something precious, because it was.

“What then?” Obi-Wan prompted when nothing else followed.

Broad shoulders shrugged sheepishly. “Me.”

“Anakin Skywalker,” Obi-Wan’s knee objected with a disconcerting pop as he rose to cup one hand to where the long neck met brushed back curls, his other still held in the strong grip of long fingers that had no intentions of letting go. He pulled until their foreheads touched and he was looking directly into blue eyes brimming with wet tears that had somehow not yet been shed, windows to the insecure soul before him. “Did you not listen to a word I just said? I thought I made my feelings quite clear.”

“I did listen,” long lashes pressed closed in a last attempt to keep the tears from spilling. “And you did, it was,” he paused momentarily, overcome, “it was very nice to hear.”

“Alright…then…help me out here.”

“I know that’s how you feel now. It’s just…”

“You think I’m going to change my mind?” Obi-Wan asked dryly. Just that morning they’d had fought over the fact that Obi-Wan considered trying a different route to the restaurant “a pointless exercise.”

“Ok when you say it like that,” Anakin smirked. “I just. It’s supposed to be forever.”

“Yes, that’s rather the point.”

“That’s a long time to be with me.”

“Yes!” Obi-Wan had reached the end of his patience. “I’m familiar with the concept! So could you either tell me what it is you object about it or put the damn ring on your finger and tell me you would also like to spend the rest of your life with me?”

“Idiot,” Anakin smiled against his hold. “Of course I do.” He closed the remaining space between them to press their lips together. “I guess I have a hard time believing that you would want to spend that long with me.”

Obi-Wan drew back just enough to search every inch of the face before him. “Explain,” he commanded seriously.

“I’m a lot,” Anakin sighed.

“Yes.”

“What if I’m too much?”

“You could never—”

“What if you get bored?”

“How could I—”

“What if all the things you think are quirky and cute become annoying and —”

“Love.” Obi-Wan silenced him with a chaste, barely there kiss. “You thrill me. You delight me. You please me. You excite me.” He sealed each statement with a kiss - one to each cheek, then the furrowed brow currently sporting premature wrinkles, then finally the hands that still clasped his own between them. “What can I do to make you believe me?”

“I do,” Anakin whispered as his fingers were pried one by one. “I—”

“I hoped you’d say that,” Obi-Wan declared as he finally slipped the ring onto Anakin’s finger, watching every flicker of emotion that crossed his face as he did. Uncertainty turned to awe, wrinkles smoothed out, and tears spilled as Anakin stared at the band that drew all the light in the room.

“You really want to marry me?” Anakin rasped.

“I do,” Obi-Wan sighed in relief that the fact finally seemed to have sunken in. “Please say you do too.”

“Yes,” Anakin buried the glittering ring in auburn locks and pulled Obi-Wan forward for a kiss. “I do,” he whispered against his lips. “I do, I do, I do.”

#obikin #prompt fill #your pal being big and brave and accepting prompts #abba lyrics prompt list

[bloodofvoid]

The Quietest Girl in Town Chapter 7

Space Cats

You blinked in surprise as you felt your body being guided back behind the curtains as Ricky got ready to sing. You had zoned out earlier, and were completely oblivious to what was happening.

You might see before you, an ordinary man

An Earthly Illusion,

All a part of the cosmic plan!

Yes, long ago they visited

The others from Outer Space

Informed me I’m the chosen one!

To save the Zolarian race,

It's true… listen! 

There was then a couple of claps, before the spotlight slid away from Ricky over to Noel and Mischa. Who were ever-so strangely dressed in a cat-like mask with a cat tail connected via a belt.

Ricky, we are a distant galaxy

Our galaxy greatly in need

Of your grooves, your kink-o-matic powers

Yes, we need your freaktastic seed!

You were appalled by these lyrics to say the least. 

They took me then to their daughter’s realm, the land of the kitty cat star!

I know you’ve heard the legend of:

The sexy cat women from Zolar!

The curtain was slowly drawn, and you found yourself in a similar mask and tail as Mischa and Noel. The girls stood beside you, Constance on your right, Jane and Ocean on your left.

You all moved leisurely, pawing out to the air like a cat. You were flabbergasted, and slightly uncomfortable with your current situation. The four of you then clapped, before moving forward with strange vocals.

Meow!

Meow!

Constance then reached forward to grab Ricky’s thigh as he came closer to the four of you. 

Make love to me, Ricky!

Meow!

Meow!

Ocean kneeled down, gently taking Ricky’s hand in both of her own. Her tongue swiped from her lips, sliding over his knuckles before she began to sing again.

Won’t you save our galaxy?

You were definitely uncomfortable with what was going on. You and the girls continued to do some weird dances around Ricky as he sang, and you found yourself slightly wincing. This was really weird.

Soon enough, Ricky called you and the rest of the girls into the back behind the curtains. Though apparently Karnak must’ve sensed how uncomfortable you felt, and you got to stay out of the rest of the song.

Who knew Ricky was such a good singer this entire time?

It continued on and on, and it was actually really sweet. Soon enough, the song ended, and you finally came out in your normal attire. No cat mask or tail. Everyone else also took off their masks.

“Did you write that?” Noel asked gently, seeming genuinely curious and stunned.

“No,” Ricky replied. “It was the Silver Surfer.”

Mischa, who stood to Noel’s left, looked amazed. He didn’t interact or bond with Ricky much in their lives, but now you could tell if they had, they would’ve been really close.

“Dude you are so awesome in the afterlife,” he stated, nodding to himself.

Ricky shook his head, taking off the purple wig he adorned earlier.

“No,” he began. “I’m the same person I always was, but no one listening to me on Earth.”

Ricky looked solemn for a moment, until Mischa gently rested his hand on his shoulder. The once mute boy looked to the Ukrainian, who gave him a nod of pure respect.

“We listen to you now Space Jesus,” he replied.

Ricky gave a smile, and you opened your mouth to speak.

“I was not expecting that,” you noted, getting an amused grin from Ricky.

Constance came up from beside you, grabbing your hand with a bright and cheery smile. It was nice to see Constance happy for once, ever since you all ended up in this damned warehouse.

“I’m so happy right now!” she exclaimed. “I can never come down!”

But then of course, something had to come out of nowhere and make Constance wince.

“My turn,” Jane announced, her voice echoing across the warehouse.

“Aw man,” Constance grumbled, stepping back with the rest of the choir to allow her to have her moment.

As you all waited behind the curtain, that strange sense of connection and familiarity filled you again. Why did you feel this towards Jane? Who else could’ve died on the roller coaster. You didn’t really have anyone outside of the choir, so who was it?

“Jane Doe,” Karnak began, the lights going dark around the area. “The one unidentified body of the Cyclone roller coaster disaster. 

Jane stepped forward, flimsily pushing down the lever. Her head then twitched over to the screens where her childhood would show up, but nothing happened. She tried again. Nothing.

“Everyone knew everyone in Uranium, but no one could recall this member of the choir,” Karnak monologued, his head slowly turning to look at the ghastly girl. “There were rumors of a girl who joined at the last minute, but as the choir conductor, Father Markus, died of a heart attack 7 hours after the accident, there was no one left to verify.”

Jane stepped away from Karnak with wobbling steps much like your own, doll-like and uneven. Her head twitched, eyes darting around as if she was looking for the rest of the choir. 

“Some believe that perhaps she was never in the choir at all.” Karnak’s head dipped as he spoke, voice becoming sorrow. “I never read her fortune, I sadly, cannot tell you. All one knows for certain, is that a body was found in a Saint Cassian Uniform…without a head.”

“So… a mystery.”

A gentle piano began to play in the background, and the beginning of Jane Doe’s ballad began to play.

Some might say, we’re released

Pushing daisies, deceased

But we all know the worms must be fed

There’s just one lingering fear

Oh my soul, is it here?

Or is it rotting somewhere with my head?

Oh my soul,

Oh my soul,

Oh my soul…

Oh my soul,

Ooooh

Aaah

Aaaah!

Jane took a deep breath, stepping forward as she sang the haunting tune. She continued to look around, as if searching for something. Or someone.

Oh no soul, and no name

And no story, what a shame

Cruel existence was only a sham

She then suddenly looked up, reaching out longingly as she sang.

Oh Saint Peter, let me in

You must know where I’ve been

Won’t you tell me at last who I am?

Who I am?

Who I am?

Who I am…

Who I am!

Oooh

Aaaah

Aaah!

You and the rest of the choir stepped out, wearing dark coats with umbrellas in hand. The six of you then all held them in front of you, holding it up, and then pulling it down in beat with the music.

And from the ground, beneath my feet

I hear the anguish of the street

A choir never complete

And like an old, forgotten tune

A song that no one knows

Forgot how it goes          

Just John and me, forever eternally

Jane Doe                     

It went quiet for a long moment, Jane dropping down like a puppet without strings. Then, a dark piano played and she slowly rose up. And continued to ride. She was flying…she was flying.

And I’m asking why lord?

If this is how I die lord

Why be left with no family and no friends?

I’ve got no celebration!

Just this consolation!

She then came back down to the ground, her head snapping towards you. Jane then slowly raised a hand and pointed at you as she sang, digging into her lower register. It was kind of scary.

Time eats all his children in the end

Aah,

Ahahahaaaa!

A melody, floats through the air

When silence falls, does no one care?

Another sad, forgotten tune

Another song that no one knows,

Forgot how it goes!

Just John and me forever eternally

Jane Doe

And she’s asking why lord?

Oh why oh why oh why?

This is no way to die lord!

No one to sing, no one to sigh

Now that is all said and done

Isn’t there anyone… to tell me who I am?

No singing songs of celebration

Just a story speculation!

Jane then finally floated back to the ground, breathing heavily as she got ready to finally finish her song. 

Like John I’ll be eternally

A forgotten name, some lost refrain

Just…Jane

Jane...

Doe

A melody floats through the air

When silence falls does no one care?

JaneDoe!

Jane took a deep breath again, gasping as she finally finished her song. The amount of pity that flowed through your system was overwhelming, as well as a feeling of guilt.

This poor girl had died and lost her identity, she was, in a sense, nobody. No friends, no family. No one. No name, no face, no birthday.

It seemed you and the choir all had the same thoughts, sharing pity for the poor girl. The lights to the warehouse came on, and the six of you all stepped out to greet her.

Constance held a cupcake, and Mischa brought out a lighter to set the candle aflame. Noel held a little pink cape, gently setting it around Jane. Ocean then came forward, resting a birthday hat on her head.

Then you stepped into the light, holding a little bracelet that you forged by splitting your own into two. It was a friendship bracelet, but who it was for in your life you couldn’t remember.

You slowly grabbed her hand, slipping it onto her wrist. The entire time, her wide black eyes gazed at you in shock. You gave a reassuring smile, before stepping back.

The six of you then tried to sing happy birthday to her, but then realized that you couldn’t really tell Jane her name. Jane’s head dipped, and she looked solemn for a moment.

            “That song is overrated,” you claimed, patting her shoulder.

             “We’ll think of something else!” Ocean added, grabbing Ricky and dragging him to the harmonium that sat by the broken down cart in the warehouse. 

The two then sat together for a long moment, Ricky quickly making sure the harmonium worked before nodding at Ocean. She then shifted back and forth on the balls of her feet, looking around as she thought of what to sing.

“One two three…” she began, still unsure. “One two three, one two three…four?”

Ocean looked at Ricky, who gave a shrug. The ginger gave him a look, before continuing to try and come up with lyrics. 

“This is the new song…” she trailed off for a moment. “We sing…for birthdays. Bouncy and merry and not quite as…”

Ocean looked at Jane, pausing again.

“...Scary.”

Ocean, now looking more confident in her lyrics, stepped back over to the rest of the choir. They all got the message, and began to move with her. Soon enough, you were all circling around Jane as you sang.

One two three

One two three

One two three four

This is the new song

We sing for birthdays

Bouncy and merry

And not quite as scary

The new birthday song!

Jane, who was still swaying around with everyone else, was stopped by Constance who gently grabbed her arm. She then held out the Hello Kitty cupcake to Jane, who leaned in curiously. She looked at the sweet treat like it was a strange animal.

“It’s a cupcake,” you explained, gesturing to it. “For you.”

Jane nodded, before reaching forward to grab the cupcake by the still burning candle. The choir panicked for a moment, but thankfully Constance was able to blow it out before Jane burnt herself.

She looked at the cupcake as she held it, before waddling away into the darkness. It seemed no one else was going to be performing, which meant that you would finally get a well deserved break.

The lights in the warehouse dimmed, and you scrambled over to a random cart in the corner of the limited room, sitting inside of it with a sigh. From beside you, Karnak looked over with a blank expression.

“How do we know it’s my birthday?” Jane suddenly asked, coming out of the darkness, no longer wearing her attire. Other than the bracelet you gave her.

Ricky, who was fiddling with a glockenspiel, looked over with wide eyes. He calmed down from his little spook, and turned his full attention to Jane.

“How do we know it’s not your birthday?” he quipped, tilting his head.

Jane looked back up, gazing at the wall in thought.

“People have names on pretend birthdays too,” she noted, visibly wilting.

Ricky paused for a long moment, thinking of how he could cheer up the ghastly girl. Suddenly, he looked back up to her, like an idea had suddenly lit up in his bright little mind.

“You could call yourself Savannah,” he offered, gesturing.

Jane blinked down at him, a tilt to her head.

“What’s a savannah?” she inquired.

Ricky then looked away, as if he was embarrassed.

“Savannah is a special name I’ve been saving up but…you can have it. Cause everything I’ve been saving must go. It’s a fire sale in my brain and everything must go by m-m-midnight-night-night…”

He trailed off, looking to the ground for a long moment. Jane then suddenly came down, sitting beside him and leaning in close. The imaginative boy recoiled, a slight pink tint on his cheeks.

“I like Savannah,” she told him, and for once, she held emotion in her words.

“Well-” Ricky stuttered, clearing his throat. “You can have her.”

Ricky tried to look away, but Jane gently grabbed at him again. He was forced to look her way, and his eyes widened at the sudden flurry of movement from the doll-like girl.

“Can Savannah have the greenest eyes?” she asked quietly, slowly blinking.

“...Yes,” Ricky answered after a long moment.

Jane looked away, as if in awe at the identity she made for herself.

“Savannah,” she whispered. "With the greenest eyes.”

#ride the cyclone x reader #ride the cyclone #x reader #female reader #mischa bachinski #mischa bachinski x reader #man i need to find my own husband now xd #idfk how to tag this #Not too much Mischa and Y/n in this unfortunately

[romeulusroy]

Dependence Pt. 5 (Roy!Sibling x Roy Family)

Alternatively Titled: We Ain't Angry At You Love, You're The Greatest Thing We Lost I am getting this lyric tattooed on my body I'm dead serious

Characters: Kendall, Roman, Shiv, Connor, Logan

Word Count: 1,879

Inspired By: You're Gonna Go Far by Noah Kahan

Tag List: @locke-writes

A/N: All I have is the snippet to listen to and it makes me sob every time. I'm thinking of moving 1k miles away from my family, from my home, from everything, and every bone in my body wishes they felt the way this song feels. Every nerve in my body wants them to feel this way. I hope they'll miss me that much. Anyways, it reminded me of Baby Roy and the Succession finale. Yes I did cry while writing, what about it lol!! Feedback is always appreciated!!! 💜💜💜

Dependence Pt. 1 / Dependence Pt. 2 / Dependence Pt. 3 / Dependence Pt. 4

Being The Youngest Roy Would Include: Pt. 1

Being The Youngest Roy Would Include: Pt. 2

You’re gonna go far, he says into you, his arms tight around you. You try to stop yourself from crying. Again. Sniffling into him, into his shoulder. Everything about this moment makes you want to turn around. To call the whole thing off. But then, how can you call off an entire lifetime? Your bags linger at your feet, everything you could fit into two suitcases. You didn’t start out like this, the day didn’t start out like this, but as it progressed, as things fell into place, you realized there was no place for you. In their lives, of course. Connor promised you your old room again, if you ever wanted to visit. But this place, this apartment, this city, it wasn’t yours anymore. It wasn’t home. You’re not sure it ever was to begin with. You remember to call me when you land, okay? An,whenever you need someone to talk to, I’m always here. He has this shake in his voice, the kind that tells you he’s doing his very best to keep himself together. Composed. You can’t say anything, the words getting caught in your throat. Instead you just nod, sobbing into his sweater. He holds you tighter, rubbing your back. When he stops, he cups your face, meeting your teary eyes, wiping your cheeks. Pops would be so proud of you. He wouldn’t. He never was. But at some point you have to stop chasing something that never existed, something you can never have. You smile for Connor’s sake. Maybe he really believes it. Maybe he’s just saying it. Either way, you’re glad you went to him. You’re glad you told him. You’re gonna so far, you have no idea. He sighs, as if the words have been sitting on his chest for a long time. As if this is the first time in your life he’s felt real, genuine relief. You want to be held a little longer. You want to be loved the only way a father, a father by choice rather than blood, could ever love their child. Without conditions, without restraints, without a ceiling or a floor. Infinite. Beautiful. You’ll have to let go eventually, part ways, but for now he holds you like he did when you were an infant. Never could he have imagined the life you’d live. It was a fantastic surprise. You were a fantastic surprise. 

You continue to awe him every single day. 

You catch him at the bar, nursing a martini. Your hands begin to shake, but you settle them at your side, sitting beside him. You can do this. He wasn’t expecting you, sliding his drink away from you. You’re okay, you’ll be okay. You can be around it, you have to in order to say goodbye. He notices the luggage before you have the chance to say anything. Going somewhere? You bite your inner cheek. Yes, actually. He turns to you. His stitches have opened, the wound bright and red. Angry. You try to read his expression. There’s a hint of fear. He saw you in that bed, screaming, crying, begging not to be alive anymore. You knew he meant it out of love, but you couldn’t face it anymore. You couldn’t be looked at like that anymore. If you wanted a fresh start, a real one, you had to get away. You had to find somewhere with people who saw you for you, not your mistakes, not your darkest moments. Somewhere inside him, he understood that. Somewhere inside him, he wanted the same thing. Leaving for him wasn’t an option, though. Is that so? What does Mummy think about that? He sips his drink. You don’t want to roll your eyes at him. You don’t want to be annoyed with him. You’re not sure how long it’ll be before you’ll see him again. I, I didn’t tell her. I’m not telling her. He lets your answer settle for a moment. You’re not sure what he’s thinking. You never have been sure. Roman could be so unreadable, so unpredictable. You keep talking, trying to fill the silence, a lump developing in your throat. You’re speaking so fast, almost hysterical. You have to explain yourself. You have to explain yourself or you’ll die. I have to get away. I’m not sure for how long, I just, I can’t be here anymore. I have to stay sober and I can’t do that here. It’s not because of you, because of any of you, I want you to know that. I’m, I’m sorry if that upsets you or makes you ang- But he interrupts you, leaning over, hugging you. Not as tight as Connor. It’s as if he’s afraid to touch you still, afraid to hurt you. Gentle. You feel his muscles tense then relax. Whatever you gotta do, you do. Just don’t scare me like that again. You promise him it will never happen again. 

It won’t. It doesn’t. The hurt from home doesn’t follow you, wherever you go. 

You can’t reach the other two. You try calling, the deja vu twisting your stomach. The last time you tried to reach them, the last time. . . No. Stop it. This isn’t that. You’re better now. Shiv picks up, waiting for you to talk. You don’t care what happened. You don’t care what went down in that boardroom. You don’t care that he’s CEO now, that you lost. She’s your sister. The same sister that comforted you after nightmares, who iced your bruises, who wanted the best for you from day one. Whatever happened couldn’t change that. She gave you so many chances, time after time, and you let her down. You let everyone down. She still cares, she always would. You would, too. The words come up, out, before you can stop them. How much you love her, how much you’re going to miss her, how badly you need this, how much you wish you could be with her right now. You hear her take a sharp inhale in, a shudder in her voice. I’ll come and visit, yeah? Wherever you end up, I’ll be there, okay? You nod. Yeah, yeah of course. You can feel your eyes well up again. She was your big sister, the only maternal figure you’d ever known. It wasn’t your mother who shushed you to sleep at night, holding you close. It wasn’t your mother who gasped at the bruises you gave yourself in a fit of rage. It wasn’t your mother who climbed into that hospital bed with you when you were sick and scared and didn’t want to fall asleep alone. It was Shiv. You're Shivy. Your sister. Do you have everything packed? Always fretting, always worrying. Yes, Mom. You laugh. You know she’ll be a good mother. Maybe she doesn’t think so, maybe Tom doesn’t, but you do. She took care of you your whole life. She’s still trying to. You um, you have your chargers? Extra socks? Do you need me to- I’ll be okay, you interrupt. You’re both quiet for a moment, taking one another in. You can feel her wanting. Wanting to reach through the phone and kiss your cheek, to hold you so close your hearts beat at the same time. Wanting to keep you there forever, not wanting to let go.

She always knew this day would come, though. You’d always had big plans. You could never be confined like the rest of them. 

You couldn’t reach Kendall. It went straight to voicemail. So you sat in the lobby of Waystar, trying to figure out exactly how to put it. Every thought in your mind, every thank you and I’m sorry and forgive me and I forgive you. Everything that’s ever sat between you two into a compact, meaningful message. You didn’t want to worry him, that was the last time you wanted, for any of them. You sat and watched everyone pass by. They were celebrating the new owner, one of the biggest deals they’d ever made. Some on their way to get drunk, others drunk already. Too much champagne. Finally, after a long time, you called again, listening to his voice play the message. Kendall, it’s me, you start. What next? You’re sorry. You’re sorry for putting them through all that you’ve put them through. The alcohol, the drugs, all those scary nights where they didn’t know where you were, if you were okay. All those nights where you weren’t sure where you were, if you’d make it out. You were sorry for calling him that night, for putting the blame on him if anything happened. You were sorry for blaming him. For not being the baby sibling he deserved. He deserved better, he expected better. I’m uh, I’ll be out of town for a while. You forgave him. You forgave him for all those outbursts, all those times he hurt you and Shiv and Con and especially Rome. You forgave him for turning into your father, the man you despised, the man you feared, the man you loved. I’ll be okay. I won’t, I’m not, I’m clean. I’ll stay that way. You loved him. You loved him despite the fear, despite the outbursts, despite the narrow path he chose to take. You loved him, and love him, because he’s your brother. He begged for you to stay awake, stay conscious. He wanted you to live even when you didn’t. That night, he looked like a ghost. I’m gonna miss you. A lot. Thank you for taking care of me, for loving me, for being there, you want to say. Thank you for being the best brother you could given the circumstances. Thank you for protecting me from him, from everyone. Call me when you can. I love you. Bye. 

This isn’t some magic answer to your sobriety. This isn’t a cure. Hell, it might be you running away again. Who knows? But you can feel it, finally. The anger, the rage, the wrath. That burden starts to feel less heavy day by day. It won’t disappear completely. You’re a Roy, it’s in your blood, in your genes. But it gets easier to carry, to hold, to take with you everywhere. You don’t want to cave in, not as much. Sure, a strong drink would help, but you made promises. You made promises you’d like to keep. Promises to yourself and to your family. You’d call Connor when you landed, wherever that is. You’ll tell Shivy, too, so she can come and visit. You’ll check in with Rome and give Kendall another call. Hopefully this time he picks up. Hopefully this time you can have a real conversation, you can talk to him, really thank him for all that he’s done. But you know your place is not here. Your people are, they always will. That mausoleum will be waiting for you like it waits for them. Eternity you’ll get to spend by their sides. Now though, now you have the choice. The choice to get better. The choice to get away. The choice to be free. You’ll see them again, you always will. They’re your brothers, your sister, the people who raised you. You’ll see them again despite the distance.

They can’t get rid of you that easily.

#writing #connor roy #connor roy imagine #connor roy x reader #kendall roy #kendall roy imagine #kendall roy x reader #shiv roy #shiv roy imagine #shiv roy x reader #roman roy #roman roy imagine #roman roy x reader #succession #succession imagine #succession x reader

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(GFL) AR Team singing Karaoke for their S/O

(AR Team) M4A1, ST AR-15, M4 SOPMOD II, M16A1, RO635

No one requested this, it popped into my head because the song in question is called "Machine Gun Kiss" from Yakuza. ...I'm ashamed I haven't thought of this sooner.

(M4A1) "Y-You want me to sing?"

(S/O) "Karaoke isn't supposed to be serious. You don't got to worry if you sound bad. It's all part of the experience! And it's only me here so just focus on having fun!"

Trusting S/O, she simply nodded with a smile and picked up the microphone and looked through the song choices.

(M4A1) "...Wow, this is quite the outdated machine. This looks like its from the 2010's!"

(S/O) "I guess the Commander likes things retro? Beats me."

Finally deciding on a song, she prepared her vocal module as the screen displayed the song.

...

STAR looks a bit bewildered when S/O hands her a microphone.

(ST AR-15) "I'm not sure this is a good idea."

(S/O) "It's just for fun! You don't have to do perfectly."

(STAR) "...Hm, alright. I suppose I'm interested in trying something new."

...

(SOPMOD) "AW HECK YEAH! Gimme that microphone and turn that STEREO UP!"

(S/O) "Hah, yes ma'am!"

SOPMOD was almost bouncing up and down in excitement, her eyes sparkling as soon as she heard the music begin.

...

(M16A1) "WHEW! Okay, got enough alcohol in me, let's do this! What kinda song you got for me?"

(S/O) "How's this?"

M16 smiled as soon as she saw the name.

(M16A1) "Hell yeah, put that in!"

RO twiddled her fingers.

(RO635) "I'm told that my singing is...not exactly the best, S/O."

(S/O) "Who cares what they say, we're here to have fun! Plus, if it makes it any better, I'm your only audience tonight!"

(RO635) "I...I don't know if it does, to be quite honest S/O."

She sighed, wryly smiling.

(RO635) "Keep this between us, okay?"

...

(M4A1) "O-Okay, here we go!" ... (ST AR-15) "Here goes nothing..." ... (SOPMOD) "OKAY, LET'S GET FIRED UP!" ... (M16A1) "Now we're talking, let's DO THIS!" ... (RO635) "I sing for you...!"

====

M4 sways her hips to the beat, her voice starting out soft as the lyrics begin.

"Midnight shadow evaporates Accelerate through this old highway city..."

====

STAR is still unsure, but seeing S/O clap along with the beat cheering her on was making her slowly more confident.

"Into the night, you by my side, your tear-stained eyes Rouge running down your cheek, but baby-"

====

SOPMOD was on board since the VERY second S/O brought it up, her voice flaring up as she sang, motioning her hands passionately.

"Tonight everything's all right As long as you're here next to me My sweet babe-"

====

Even though M16 was half a bottle of whiskey into the night, that did not stop her from being coherent enough to sing the lyrics, getting really into the spirit.

"Now let's let go of our Past and our future This night has room for only two, you and me"

====

RO was starting to have fun watching S/O's smile as she sang her heart out, finally letting go and committing fully into the song.

"So come and see, I'll show you paradise tonight!"

====

(M4A1) "Not just 1 kiss-" ... (ST AR-15) "-Not 2 kisses-" ... (SOPMOD) "-Not one hundred-" ... (M16A1) "-I've got a full-" ... (RO635) "-Clip of love for you, baby!" ... (M4A1) "Hold on to me and-" ... (ST AR-15) "-I swear I won't let go-" ... (SOPMOD) "-I'll never,- ... (M16A1) "-Let you slip-" ... (RO635) "-Away from me!" ... (M4A1) "Machine-" ... (ST AR-15) "-Gun-" ... (SOPMOD) "-Kiss-" ... (M16A1) "Let's-" ... (RO635) "-Just-!"

"FALL IN LOOOOOOOVE! WOOOAAAAAAH OH-OOOOOOOOOH!"

====

M4A1 was breathing heavily as her smile overtook her anxiety, S/O's clapping putting her in an even better mood.

(S/O) "That was great!"

(M4A1) "T-Thank you! Now, I believe it's your turn?"

====

(ST AR-15) "Whew, that song was a lot nicer than I expected."

(S/O) "You killed it, STAR!"

STAR smiled bashfully.

(ST AR-15) "Hm.~ Wanna give it a shot now?"

====

SOPMOD pumped her fists before raising them into the air.

(SOPMOD) "WOOO! YEAH! That song is awesome!"

(S/O) "Wanna go again?"

(SOPMOD) "You know it, get me another!"

====

M16 took another drink, wiping her mouth.

(M16A1) "Machine Gun Kiss, eh? Fitting song!"

(S/O) "You got really into it, M16!"

(M16A1) "Psh, I saw you singing along with me!"

====

RO put her hands together, looking at S/O.

(RO635) "H-How did I do?"

(S/O) "Just fine, did you have fun?"

(RO635) "I...I did, thank you!"

#girls' frontline imagines #girls' frontline headcanons #girls' frontline x reader #m4a1 x reader #st ar 15 x reader #m4 sopmod ii x reader #m16a1 x reader #ro635 x reader #m4a1 gfl #st ar 15 gfl #m4 sopmod ii gfl #m16a1 gfl #ro635 gfl

[ourshadowstallerthanoursoul]

Getting the led out - interview to JPJ

(by Gail Worley, Ink19 - April 26, 2002 - x)

This has to be THE interview. It's Jonesy's best interview I've found so far, so READ IT. You won't regret a single second spent reading it, I promise you.

I saw the interview you did with Jim DeRogatis at South By Southwest in 2000. In that interview you said – perhaps jokingly – that one of the reasons it took you so long to make your first solo album is that you don’t sing. 'The Thunderthief' has your first recorded vocals ever. Was singing on a record with no previous experience a scary thing for you?

Yes. I mean, I had to make sure I could sing well enough to put [the performance] on record, so it wasn’t totally scary, you know what I mean? I sort of crept up on it [laughs]. The scary thing was actually doing it live on stage the first night, in Nashville (when Jones opened for King Crimson on their last tour). That was scary. What I wanted to do was do three songs from 'Thunderthief'. We started with 'Leafy Meadows' and then I did 'Hoediddle' and then I did 'Freedom Song' – which is scary enough. However, I suddenly thought, "I can’t just sing one song" (two of these three songs are instrumentals). So I thought, I need another vocal [laughs]. I didn’t want to do anything else off 'The Thunderthief', so I, in my bravura, decided to sing 'That’s The Way'. Singing a Zeppelin song was even scarier, I can tell you.

I bet.

What I used to do on the tour before, I played an instrumental version of 'Going To California' on the mandolin, and I used to team [those two songs]. I would start with 'That’s The Way' – because I played those mandolin parts on the original record. [Hums the tune] Then I said, "You didn’t think I was going to sing, did you?" [Laughs] But this time I did it and I sang it, so people who went to both concerts thought it was some kind of a trick [laughs]. But it went down alright. Nobody killed me for it, ‘cause I can’t possibly sing it like Robert Plant. I don’t have that voice. But I did it in this other way, and it worked, but the first night I was terrified. Remembering words is the hard part. I put the lyrics on a music stand, so I couldn’t fuck it up. But I’m learning, I’m getting better.

How has working with a guy like Robert Fripp influenced your own writing and playing?

Well, I haven’t actually worked with him that much. The biggest connection is being on his label. [Long pause] I mean, when Zeppelin first started in 1969, and people would say, "What sort of band is it?" I used to say "progressive rock", because in those days it meant rock that progressed [laughs]. You know, it was a very literal term; "Well, you know, we’re trying to advance the form of it, and this is what we’re doing to make it go somewhere." But of course, that title came to have all sorts of different meanings. When it started to mean 'classic', that’s when I stopped saying it was progressive rock. But then we’d say it’s 'blues rock', because people love to label things. I didn’t really hear an awful lot of King Crimson [music], to be honest. But being on his label is great, mainly because of the fact that you get, obviously, total artistic freedom. There are no contracts, either. He really hates the music industry with a passion, and he’s not afraid of telling everybody [laughs] at every available opportunity, which is great. And the artist maintains the copyrights to all their material, so I just agree with him on that whole side, and I really like the way he approaches music, and musicians. He’s so passionate about everything and has a definite way that he wants to do it. It’s inspiring to know that people can say, "This is the way I want to do it!" and off he goes! He’s always kind of been around in the background, but the first time Fripp got my attention was when Brain Eno called me and asked if I knew a piano player who could do some avant garde piano. He asked if I knew anybody who could do some spacey sort of piano, and I couldn’t really think of anybody. I asked him to describe what he wanted and then I said, "Well, I can do that" [laughs]. Alright then, so I said, "What’s the track?" and he said, "Fripp’s doing a solo on it, and I want you to do the counterpart." So I went along, and it was just this rhythm track, and I played this sort of spacey piano. The next time I heard it, Fripp had put his guitar solo on afterwards, so there’s this sort of alien spacey piano and suddenly this guitar comes in like [makes sounds of cars crashing], and I was like, "Fuck! I wish I’d known he was doing that! Jesus Christ!" Like "Who is this guy?" [laughs] Then, when I met him, he was like [imitating Robert Fripp’s gentlemanly nature] "Oh, Hello John. How are you?" I’m thinking, "Now, this isn’t the same guy who was like [makes car crash noises] on that record?" But it was. And that’s what he did on "Leafy Meadows". He walked in and he puttered about and set his pedals up and had tea and cake and then he went, "Whaaaahh!!!!" [Laughs] I really like that. It’s quite a paradox. That’s what I like about Diamanda [Galas] as well. When you meet her she’s terribly nice and sweet. And then you see her sing and [makes exaggerated face of terror].

I had to smile when I saw that Nick Beggs plays the Chapman stick on the album, because I remember him as the bassist for Kajagoogoo. How do you go about finding the various players who are involved with your solo projects?

Well, on 'Zooma' I had Pete Thomas on drums and Trey Gunn on stick. I wanted a stick player because they think differently. They’re often bass players as well, and they just approach it differently. Plus, from a very practical point of view, in a trio, it’s great, because I’m a bass player and a keyboard player and I play quite a lot of lap steel in my show. If I’m doing bass, then [the stick player] can play all the lead parts. If I go to the keyboards, he can then switch to bass in mid-song, if necessary. So, it’s very practical and it means I haven’t got someone standing there with a guitar, who feels like, "Well I should be playing something, because I’m standing here" [laughs]. There’s loads of space in a trio – which is what was nice about Led Zeppelin, because when Robert wasn’t singing we were a trio. There’s loads of space and you can go anywhere you like. So, Trey Gunn was on that album and originally I had asked him to come out with me on the road, because the idea, of course, with 'Zooma' was to get out and play it. He was going to [come out with us], but then King Crimson had resurfaced and he said his first loyalty was to go with them. Then I asked Robert [Fripp] if he knew of another Chapman stick player, and he said [adopting Fripp’s accent], "Well you won't believe it, but Nick Beggs is a really good player." I went, "Nick Beggs from Kajagoogoo? ‘Too Shy’?" And he goes, "Yeah, try him out." So I did. Then I went through a few drummers and eventually Nick said, well, "Terl Bryant is a really good drummer." So he came on board and he was great, and their attitudes are just awesome. It’s a happy family, they call me 'Pater' [laughs]. But it really is just like a family on the road, it’s really sweet. And they’re just full-on, enthusiastic, 100% committed, and it’s great.

Will you be taking 'Thunderthief' on the road now that your tour opening for Crimson has passed?

Well, yes. We’re trying to get some dates together at the moment, to do 'The Thunderthief'. But the thing is, I’d like to headline again, because then I can do my long show with the keyboards and things. But I may have to open for somebody else, again, because we really need to play to more people. It’s just maddening. I mean, we can sell out Irving Plaza [mid-size venue in NYC], but there comes a point where that’s the biggest one we can sell out, because nobody knows us. Everybody comes to the show and goes away going [adopts American accent], "That was the greatest thing I’ve ever seen! It was fantastic!" and then they tell their friends and we get people going, "Wow, I wished I’d known he was playing there." We really just need to play to more people.

Here’s a quote from a review of 'The Thunderthief': "Since his days as a top sessioneer, his abilities as an arranger and multi-instrumentalist have equipped him to add musical finesse to any genre." That’s a pretty nice compliment. Is that part of the reason you’ve been attracted to such genre diverse projects? You know, from Cinderella to The Butthole Surfers?

[Laughing] Cinderella…

Oh come on, I love Cinderella.

Yeah, they were alright. The drummer owns a bus company now. Yeah, it’s all the same to me. As long as it’s good [music] I don’t care what it is. I mean, I’ve done classical composition and string quartets and [sighs] I don’t really care what it is. If somebody asks me to do something and I don’t know how to do it, I’ll find out.

In a criticism of the song 'Angry Angry', one reviewer said that you were "Always too accomplished to achieve something so off the cuff." I guess you’d call that a back-handed compliment.

Yeah, he didn’t get it. The Brits don’t like 'Angry Angry'. For a start, they understand the accent [I sing that song in], which they hate, ‘cause it’s "music hall", basically, is what it is – like a vaudeville accent. And they don’t like it because I think they think I’m taking the piss out of punk, which I’m not. I don’t do parody at all. It’s actually terribly prosaic, how it all happened, but music is just like that for me, basically. 'Angry Angry' is at the speed it is because I heard Adam Bomb (Pink Gibson from NY based rock band, Get Animal, who plays guitar on this song) play at the Borderline in London and I immediately heard what I wanted him to do [on the record]. I went back into the studio and put a riff down, which was on bass, mandolin, and drum machine which was [sings hyper-speed riff from song], at that speed. I got it to play for three minutes, just that riff, and then I wrote the song and thought, "Now, what do I do with it?" It was at that tempo and had that intensity and the phrase 'Angry Angry' just came to me, so I wrote the lyrics from there. And I had to do it in that voice because it sounds stupid any other way [laughs]. But the Brits hate it. They think I’m trying to be something that I’m not.

Oh, those Brits are so serious about everything.

Well, you haven’t met the Germans. They’ll go right into anything and find all the symbolism and the lot.

'Ice Fishing at Night' is a really beautiful song with some dark lyrics. What inspired you to write that song?

Well, I didn’t write the lyrics. They came with 'The Thunderthief'.

What does that mean?

What happened was, halfway through what was basically going to be an instrumental album, but was also a continuation from 'Zooma', I decided it’d be really nice to have voices [laughs]. As I’ve said before, I didn’t want to get a guest vocalist in, for a couple of reasons actually. One is that I know that I’d forget what I was doing and work on producing them, whoever the vocalist was. I would immediately turn into a producer and it would go somewhere else. The other reason is that, being a bass player, I don’t actually have a distinctive sound. I mean, some people will listen to a record and go, "Oh yeah, that’s a John Paul Jones record", but if you just heard one song in isolation, [you couldn’t tell]. Like, if you’re Santana, that record he did, every time he hits that guitar you know that’s Santana. It’s what he does. He doesn’t do anything else except for that sound. I don’t have that, because of the instruments I play. I thought, guest vocalists will only dilute that and just diffuse it even more. I decided, "I’m going to try and sing myself." Then I thought, "well, I’ve got nothing to sing." Then I was thinking that I don’t want to become a singer and a songwriter all at the same time. One thing at a time, you know? So, I knew Peter Blegvad, he’s a singer/songwriter, and a cartoonist as well – he did the album cover. He’s got a weird way of looking at things; just a strange, twisted sort of dark view. I thought he’d be the ideal person to write some lyrics. I asked him, "Have you got any lyrics that you haven’t got music to? Any lyrics just laying around?" He had about four songs that he gave me and I picked up 'The Thunderthief' and 'Ice Fishing at Night' and set them to music, and basically, just experimented with singing to see whether I liked what I did. I thought I could work with these songs and I could sing enough to do what I wanted to do. I don’t have a great technique or a great voice, but as long as I could convince myself that it sounded alright, then it would be OK… which is how I do everything [laughs]. You know, I’m not a great technician on any instrument, but as long as I can convince myself that it sounds real, then I’ll do it. I sang those two songs and then I thought, "well I can’t just sing two songs" [laughs]… I think like this all the time… it’s boring really. "You can’t just have two songs… how about trying to do some more?" Now that I know I can sing, I’ll try and write some lyrics and see how easy that is. So, I learned another trick. I discovered, like many people I’m sure have, that with the onset of the computer, I enjoyed writing emails. And since I enjoyed composing emails, I thought, "I wonder if it works for writing lyrics?" [Laughs] I tired writing some lyrics on the computer and – sure enough – I wrote three songs in an hour… one of which was 'Angry Angry'. I thought, "this is fun!" I could finally master the song form on the next album, ‘cause there’s no rules, you see? It’s great!

You make it up as you go along.

Absolutely, you get away with it yet again. [Laughing] I’ve had a lot of encouragement, but at the beginning of 'Zoom'a I thought, "They’re all going to go, 'it’s boring!'"

You’ve influenced so any modern rock bassists, from Tom Hamilton and John Deacon of Queen to Krist Novoselic and Flea. It’s almost like, if you drew it all as a Family Tree, you’d be the father of rock bass playing. What’s that like?

Well, it’s just that they haven’t bothered to look further than me. I mean, I’m just lower down the food chain than somebody else is. It just depends on how far you want to go back, really. It’s very nice, it’s very flattering… but I’m imparting stuff that I probably learned from James Jamison and [Donald] 'Duck' Dunn and Charles Mingus. But it’s very nice [to hear that I’ve influenced somebody]. I met some guy in New Orleans on the last tour and he says, "You probably don’t remember me but I came to see you with my Dad when I was 12 years old. You really influenced me and you got me playing the bass and you told me I should practice." He was, like, in his twenties now. I asked him if he was still playing and he said yes, he was the principal bass for the New Orleans Philharmonic Symphony [laughs]. Right! Nice to meet you!

How did it happen that 'Rock & Roll' is now the theme music for a Cadillac commercial?

Ah! Because they asked us if they could use it [laughs]. Cadillac’s kind of a romantic thing – for Englishmen, especially. You think, "Pink Cadillac", and it was Elvis’s car, and it’s a Limo and it just has this aura. I don’t know whether it’s the same in America; probably not, because you have them over here all the time – you’ve lived with them [laughs]. I can see a Cadillac now, and it’s BIG, with big fins and whitewall tires. But they asked us if they could use the song, and they didn’t get it for nothing. And why not?

Do all three of you – you and Jimmy and Robert – all have to make a decision like that? It’s not like Page did it when you weren’t looking?

No, all three of us make those decisions.

Well, on one had, you can think, "Classic car, classic song", but it does kind of bother me that I hear The Who’s 'Bargain' now and instantly think of a car commercial.

Well, yeah… I haven’t actually seen the commercial yet.

Before Led Zeppelin ever came into being, you had a successful career as a session musician and arranger. How much of Zeppelin’s unique sound is owed to your work on the arrangements?

Eh… some. But then it’s equally the way Bonham approached the drums and it really was a group effort. Even if the original idea wasn’t a group effort, the final thing was a group effort. It really was, more than any band I was involved in. It was never like the songwriter ruled the band. Robert wrote the lyrics last, usually.

But there wasn’t any other band that sounded like Led Zeppelin, and there never has been since. That’s kind of a big deal when you think about it. Especially now, in this day of everybody sounding like everyone else.

That’s because people in bands these days always listen to the same music. They all start a band because they all like U2 or they all like Pearl Jam. Consequently, their field of reference is very narrow. Our field of reference was huge. Page and I were very hard working session musicians, and when you walk into a session it can be absolutely anything. Country and western, to Champion Jack Dupree, to Englebert Humperdink, to a big band session. You walk through that door and you don’t know; it could really be anything [laughs]. You name it, I’ve done it. I played weddings, I’ve played Bar Mitzvahs, I’ve done Irish weddings, Jewish weddings, Greek weddings, Italian weddings. I can play it all. Musicians these days, they don’t seem to do that anymore, and bring it all into the mix. Bonzo used to like soul music and knew the words to every Chi-Lites record, ever [laughs]. He was the biggest Smokey Robinson fan, he was into Motown, he loved The Beatles and James Brown. I was into all that soul music, jazz, and classical. Robert was really into blues and all the rock stuff and doo-wop. Page had all these other interests. It was just a huge range of influences, you could go here or there or this way or that. And that’s what I do now, with this music.

What was the dynamic like between you and John Bonham as a rock rhythm section?

Well, we weren’t like a lot of rock rhythm sections, we swung like a bastard! [laughs] Groove was extremely important in Zeppelin and it wasn’t in a lot of those bands [that were popular at the same time]. It was extremely important, which is what, to me, made the band [so great]. We used to have a lot of women at our concerts – and I loved having women at our concerts because they’d dance. [Laughing] It’s great, because the guys stand there with their arms folded and the girls are dancing. Zeppelin was great because it was music you could dance to, and you can’t say that about too many rock bands.

How did your work with Diamanda Galas on her record 'The Sporting Life' and its subsequent tour, end up affecting your own career?

Oh, wow, she’s my favorite piano player. She’s just very inspiring as an artist, she’s very passionate, very committed, always knows what she wants to do. I have several other things to thank her for; she got me playing steel guitar again, which I hadn’t done for years. She saw it in the studio and said "What’s that?" And I said, "Steel guitar", "I want to hear it." So we put it on one of her songs and we did two songs with it in her shows. It was good because it gave me some sort of "high voice" as well as being in the back playing bass. And I thought, "this is a way I can work, this is a way I can actually do a solo show without being a bass player and having other people take over all the fun stuff."

Didn’t she also inspire you to start playing live again?

Yes, she did. I mean… somebody actually said, I think this was a German interview, [the journalist] said that he thought that these records – this is interesting – that 'The Thunderthief' was the third record in a trilogy, starting with Diamanda’s record. And in fact, he’s right in that way, because that was the first time I’d tried using that sort of riff, drums and voice. A lot of people didn’t like it, but to me it was blindingly obvious. I couldn’t see why nobody had thought of it before, especially with her voice, because she has all that range and passion. Plus, her lyrics are great! These homicidal love songs are wonderful [laughs]. She came along with, "Hide the knives, baby’s insane!" [laughs]. 'Skotoseme', that first track [on 'The Sporting Life'], she did it in one take. Me and the engineer were shaking at the end of it, and she just went [adopting a woman’s voice] "Is that OK? I’m going to get myself some coffee" [laughing]. When someone suggested we work together, I could hear it all in my head. I just went [snaps fingers], "I know what we’re going to do as well." I sent her these riffs, to New York, and she sent back some ideas. Then she just turned up and stayed for two months, and we made the record. It was just brilliant. I thought, "This is great! We can do what we like again." I was just so inspired. Then she also told me – cause she’s collaborated with everybody as well – that she’d said in interviews, when they’d say, "Well, why don’t you collaborate anymore?" She’d say, "Well, I’ve put effort into everybody else’s music. If I’m going to put that much effort into music, it’s going to be my own." And I went, "Yeah!" [laughs].

She kinda scares me, to tell you the truth.

She scares us all! That’s the fun part. But she’s so committed to her music. She’s just having fun. She was great on stage one time, [laughs] there was that perfect moment in this theater in Chicago, she was there at the front of the stage and – you know how everybody shouts out song titles? – a little voice comes up in this slight lull between songs and goes "Song Remains the Same!" And she just looked at him and she goes [makes malevolent face], "No, it doesn’t, motherfucker." [Laughing] You could see the crowd part.

As a way of wrapping this up, I surely don’t have to tell you this, but thinking about how Led Zeppelin always gets the nod as the greatest hard rock or metal band of all time – on VH1 shows or magazine polls, or radio countdowns or whatever – do you think the endurance and greatness of the Led Zeppelin legend has much to do with the fact that you guys called it quits after John Bonham died, while you were still a hot item?

[Pauses] I suppose with hindsight, maybe that did have something to do with it. I mean, there was no point in carrying on, it would be a different band, because no John Bonham, no Led Zeppelin, it’s as simple as that. He was so integral, to have gotten someone else would have made it more of a tribute band, if you were playing Led Zeppelin songs, because anyone else would have to be in his shadow all the time. However, he died at a time when there was like a new lease on life, a new awakening in Zeppelin. Punk had severely embarrassed us [laughs]. We’d stripped down and just went, [shrugs] "Oh, OK, right. This is over, off we go again." It was a very hopeful time, despite the darkness of having lost John. That was terrible. So, yes, [had he not died] we would have gone on and… who knows what would have happened.

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CYOA - Part One

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“This is the worst fucking idea,” you mumble to yourself as your best friend drags you into the main arena, clutching your wrist in unparalleled excitement.

“I did not just hear you say that because this is, in fact, the best fucking idea in the world and when I tell you that you’ll share my opinion in about…” Bella trails off to check the clock on her phone. “... twenty minutes when they’re done playing their first song, I mean it.”

The world around you seems to explode with sound as you realise just how many people are gathered in this place. The arena is filled with excited chatter, some sort of playlist put up to provide somewhat unnecessary background music to get everyone even more hyped, and your head is spinning with the amount of awe-inspiring outfits around you.

Bella did her best to help you out, knowing fully way this isn’t exactly your scene and you barely even heard of the band you’re seeing, but you almost feel like an invisible wallflower next to the mass of short skirts and seethrough tops and harnesses adorning various body parts. Even if the dress and the fishnet tights and the bold lipstick are already a novelty to you.

“Yes! Barrier spot!” Bella chimes, once again pulling you with more strength than necessary.

“Barrier… on the sound desk?”

She holds back on rolling her eyes, just barely. “If you looked closely, you’d see that we’re not here to be excited about the sound desk but about the little stage behind it. We’re way too late to get anywhere towards the front in this crowd, but we’ll be first row for the acoustic set in the middle of the show.”

You nod along, only halfway following what she’s talking about but trusting her anyway. She’s been to a number of Måneskin concerts - and has told you the ins and outs in incredible detail, whether you asked for it or not - and you know she’ll make sure both of you will have a good time.

And you do.

You only recognise about three songs in the whole set, but you soon find it doesn’t matter in the slightest - in fact, a few minutes in you’re sure no one would even think of you as a complete newbie anymore. You dance, you shout along to lyrics you don’t know, you let Bella twirl you around during a slow song.

What at first looks like an annoying spot to stand turns out to be a blessing in disguise. While crew members keep politely asking to be let through as you’re right next to where the barrier opens toward the sound desk, it is also the very way that the singer and guitarist (“Damiano and Thomas!” Bella screams into your ear.) pass as they enter the little secondary stage for their acoustic set. And you’d be damned if you don’t see Damiano send you a wink as he passes you by. Your attempt to catch Thomas’ eye too - just as gorgeous as the singer, simply in a different way - goes undetected as his attention seems to be solely trained on his guitar.

And while you find that a bit of a shame, you can’t deny you enjoy watching him and Damiano up close, if just for those few songs. Maybe you wish you could have seen the other two (“Vic on bass! The one behind the drums is Ethan, it’s so annoying he’s so far back because he’s so fucking pretty!”) quite as intimately.

The evening goes over much too quickly. You don’t even have to admit it, liking it after all, the band, the crowd, the atmosphere, because Bella can see it all over your face.

“Told you!” she squeals. “Told you that you’d love it!”

You simply let her hug you, accepting her overwhelm of emotions, happy to share a moment that is so important to her, even if you’d never quite gotten into… fandom like that. She spins the both of you around a little, just enough for you to spot something on the floor, in front of the barrier, where people are moving away and making their way outside the arena. Bella barely notices you breaking the hug and walking around her to pick it up, already engrossed in her phone.

“Ooh! Brand new information!”

You don’t pay her much attention as you flip over the item in your hand, but she continues.

“According to, uh, my sources, there’s a good chance they might turn up at a certain club later. And with “them” I mean the band. Obviously. And with “a certain club” I mean the club we’re definitely going to be heading to asap. What do you say?”

It’s a pass. An AAA pass - access all areas. A female name on it, no photo. Someone seems to have lost it.

And now you’re in for a decision.

Option A: The pass really isn’t your problem. Someone’s lost it and someone will come find it again. You drop it on the floor and decide to go with Bella’s plan. You’ve had a good night so far, you might as well keep up the energy and go out, right?

Option B: Someone might get in trouble for loosing their pass and it kind of makes you feel bad to have it in your hands and not help out. No one at the sound desk reacts to your attempt to get their attention, so you decide to go up to the front of the room and wave down a security guard to hand it over. He has to take it, doesn’t he?

Option C: As soon as Bella sees the pass in your hand, you can see in her eyes that she wants you to do one thing and one thing only: Make the most of this unlikely opportunity and sneak backstage. What’s the worst that could happen?

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All we’d ever need (Part 7)

Tommy Shelby x reader

I think a moment like this, was much needed around 🤍 I couldn’t find a poem that I liked, but I listened to a song and thought the lyrics would make it perfectly for this part, it’s in Spanish though, so I made the translation. For the purpose of this part, it will be a poem 🥰 Loads of fluff coming your way!

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“Tommy are you sure you’re going to miss the fun brother?” Arthur downed his whiskey and rubbed his hands together.

Leaning against the bar, Tommy watched his reflection in the mirrored background of the Garrison. “Yeah.”

“I can’t wait until I shove a bottle of whiskey inside Sabini’s arse.” John stated chewing on the toothpick.

“I don’t want anyone dying tonight, you just take the club, let London know, are we clear?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Arthur mumbled.

Getting up, Tommy put on his peaky cap. “Stay out of trouble.”

“Fuck off already, go to your Missy.” John smirked. “I bet she’s all worked u-”

Tommy pointed at him. “Shut up or you’ll regret it.” And he walked out of the Garrison to go to Polly’s house.

Closing her eyes for a moment, she enjoyed the air in her face. Leaning against Tommy’s chest as he guided Hope.

“How are you feeling?” His soft voice made Y/N open her eyes. Once she assured him everything was alright, he asked: “How’s the baby?”

Y/N moved the blanket to take a look at their baby, but all she could inside was darkness.

Waking up altered by her dream, she rushed to the toilet to throw up.

“Y/N are you alright my girl?” Polly asked from outside the bathroom. “Yes, just the tea was a little strong, I think.”

“Michael and I can wait for you.” Polly looked at her watch, she had reservation at seven.

“Just go and enjoy your dinner.” She didn’t feel like going out.

“I left the little bell next to your bed, if you need something call Rita.”

Just as another round of sickness ran up through her throat, Y/N couldn’t help but close her eyes at the awful taste in her mouth until her stomach emptied its content.

Deciding it would be easier to just stay close to the toilet, she was lying there with her back against the cold tiles. The doctor mentioned this sickness was totally normal and Polly insisted on touching her breasts to find out the sex of the baby, but Y/N refused it.

Just as the door opened abruptly, another round of sickness hit her.

“What’s happening love? Rita says you’ve been sick.” Tommy’s worried voice made her try to push him away, but he wasn’t going to move and she didn’t have any strength left in her body.

“Get out, please.” She tried to cover the toilet, but he was trying to hold her hair out of the way.

“Try harder sweetheart, I ain’t going anywhere.” She didn’t tell him, but she was gratefully feel his hand rubbing her back.

After Tommy helped Y/N get up from the floor and she cleaned her mouth a couple of times, they walked towards the bed. She looked pale and the dark circles under her eyes were telling Tommy she wasn’t getting much sleep either.

He had some good news to share, he had ready his Scotch whiskey but at the moment it seemed like a better idea to let her rest for a while, without asking if she wanted to get anything, he poured her a glass of water and dragged a chair next to her bed.

“Can I do anything to make you feel better?” He asked in an attempt to help her.

“Can you take it out?” Y/N replied while closing her eyes, the room started to spin around her.

Tommy clicked his tongue for her humor.

Y/N missed him, she missed those nights in that tight bed sleeping with his arm around her.

“Here, this might help.” He placed on her lap a cloth, when she opened it, she found the most valuable treasure of the world; ginger biscuits and a carrot bread. Her face lighted up, that had been helping with the sickness and the bread was a recent craving she wanted to eat all the time.

“How do you know?” Y/N asked in surprise.

“Scoudboat might have or not reported back.” Tommy admitted with a small chuckle.

She took a bite of the ginger biscuit, grateful as it went down her throat easing the burn she felt. “Thank you.” She then followed with the carrot bread, offering Tommy some, he raised his hand to thank her. Y/N looked adorable being so excited over such small thing, suddenly she opened her eyes and let a gasp out.

“What? What’s happening?”

There it was again, she had been feeling something that she could only describe as butterflies in her stomach and the doctor confirmed in some cases a little movement could be felt. Baby flutters they called it.

“I’m getting the doctor.” He rushed, but Y/N stopped him.

“Everything’s alright.” But Tommy wasn’t buying it and as he was about to leave, she confessed: “Just a little movement… in there.”

Tommy blinked and stared at Y/N, a shocked expression in his face. He couldn’t believe what he was listening, he rubbed his palm over his mouth.

Slowly, he walked towards the bed again. “The… the baby is moving? Is that normal?”

“It might be early, but sometimes the movement can be felt.” Explained leaning against the pillows.

Tommy thought he could’ve a heart attack right there, his baby was moving! He could only compare the feeling to when his horse won the race by a head or when he had a gun against his temple. He was feeling alive.

Pointing at her mid-section, he asked “May I?”

Maybe it was the biscuits or the need to feel his touch, but Y/N found herself nodding. Tommy pulled up her top and she wriggled her hips to helped him pull down her skirt a little bit, with her stomach uncovered, Tommy walked around the bed to lie down next to her, pressing his palm against her skin, the cold of the ring on his pinky finger made her take a deep breath, when she gave him that ring and he asked why it was so small she explained to him wearing a ring on that finger was related to intelligence, persuasion, to be a good negotiator, which he clearly was, and now he wore it every day, her initials were engraved inside.

She felt the almost imperceptible movement and covering his hand, she moved it below her bellybutton. Tommy didn’t know what to expect, he never felt a baby move before, but his heart was beating faster in his chest.

“I can’t feel it anymore.” Y/N had to fight the lump in her throat.

Tommy removed his hand and brought his lips to her skin, even though he couldn’t feel anything, the mere hope of being able to imagine it, made him feel overwhelmed.

“What do you need to fully believe me?” Tommy dared to ask after a few minutes.

He was willing to go the extra mile for her, but he needed something in return.

“This silence it’s killing me, I don’t know what you’re thinking, Y/N.”

Covering her stomach, Y/N, tried to think of the right thing to say.

“I miss you.” She admitted in total honesty.

Tommy straightened and hugged Y/N as if his life depended on it. “I fucking miss you too, Y/N.” His arms couldn’t hold her closer enough.

Their lips soon found the way to be together, Tommy tasted her tears on her lips, he intensified the kiss and Y/N gave in, she was craving for his touch. She moaned against his mouth as his fingers slipped inside her blouse, her hands found their way behind his head to keep Tommy in place.

Lifting up her skirt, he placed one of his knees between her legs.

“Mr. Shelby there’s a man with a truck outside asking for you.” Rita called from the door.

“Ask them to unload it.” Tommy cleared his throat. “I’ll be out in a minute.” Groaning, he pulled himself off of her and helped Y/N up. “C’mon, I have something for the baby.”

Arranging her clothes, Y/N followed Tommy.

There was a stroller in the middle of the living room. Tommy looked at her with a wide smile. “It’s the best one out there.” He pushed it towards her. “You can put down the little roof if you want.”

A man walked inside with a rocking chair hanging from one arm and a wooden baby walker in the other.

“Tommy what’s all of this?”

“You haven’t been feeling well, I was walking down the street and I saw this baby furniture store… I couldn’t stop myself, if you don’t like the color we can change it.”

The things just kept appearing; a toy trunk, a crib, a set of sheets, a changer… Y/N’s eyes were barely registering everything as the men started to move.

“Polly said we could use the bedroom next to yours for now, but don’t get too comfortable, it’s just for a little while.” Tommy blew the smoke to the opposite side. Bending down, he took the stuffed bunny in his hands, it was a ridiculous image, a man like him holding a bunny.

Tommy took her hand and guided her to the room where they just arranged the furniture.

“I can imagine you there, feeding our baby.” His voice was soft, calm. “I also purchased a couple of lamps for the table.”

Y/N lifted her hand to her forehead, Tommy realized of the rushed movement and held her by the arm. “Woah, sit down for a bit.” He went to open the window so she could get some fresh air. “I think I’m going to hire a nurse for you, perhaps you aren’t gaining enough weight an-”

“Please stop.” Bending forwards, Y/N leaned her elbows on her tights, her head between her palms. This sudden need of him to show how much he cared made her feel overwhelmed, overnight he had already figured out a fund, the crib, stroller…

“No nurse then?”

Frustration building up quickly inside of her. “No nurse, no horse, no to anything else.”

Tommy walked towards the window looking outside, trying to control his emotions, he felt like nothing he could do or say was enough, something was holding her back. After all the things he had done, despite all the things he tried to change, he wouldn’t get much more than a half smile and a shuddered.

“Do you still love me, Y/N?” The doubts started to get the best of him.

Y/N could feel the hurt in his words. She loved him more than anything. “How can you even ask something like that? Of course I do.” As soon as she moved to him, her hands caressed the shaved sides of his head.

“What are you doing here then?” He couldn’t stop the words. It didn’t made sense. “Come back to me, right now.”

“Tommy…”

He shook his head. “No doubts, no buts. I need you to make up your mind Y/N… how long do you think we can keep going like this?”

“I don’t think th-”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he scoffed. “That’s your problem, you think too much, you imagine things that aren’t happening and you refuse to see what’s right in front of you.”

Taking out an envelope from his jacket, he smashed it against the table. “Another letter arrived, you can do with it as you please, I don’t care at all.” And from the pocket of his coat, he took another one, showing it off in the air he added: “This one is for you, when you make your decision you know where to find me.”

Silence filled the room after he left, the clock wasn’t slowing down.

Y/N was worried about the races, about the business Tommy was making, about their future. Feeling like she could use some fresh air, she called for Rita, to accompany her, the maid appeared on her door in record time.

“Ready to go m’am.” Rita announced a few seconds later, taking an umbrella.

Just as Y/N opened the door, Scoudboat got out of his vehicle, in seconds, he was in front of her. “Do you need me to drive you somewhere Miss Y/LN?”

“We’re just going out for a walk.”

“That’s perfect, I could stretch my legs for a while.”

Closing her eyes, she rubbed her forehead in frustration. “No offense Scoudboat, we mean alone.”

But the man was shaking his head. “Mr. Shelby left orders to take care of you day and night.”

“Mr. Shelby won’t even notice we’re gone.”

But Scoutboat had a loyalty for Tommy that he should get recognized, he moved to block their way. “I could get-” he looked at the maid. “fired for this, you know that Miss.”

As Polly and Michael arrived from their dinner, her godmother requested to know what was going on. Which Tommy’s man was happy to explain.

“Get inside, it’s bloody cold.” Polly scolded her. “If you want to go for a walk, the best time you can go out is around midday.”

“I can walk with you tomorrow afternoon if you want Y/N.” Michael offered.

“Thank you Michael, that’s very kind of you.” She didn’t want to reject him because Polly had been trying to get them to be close. She said they used to play when they were kids, but Y/N couldn’t remember much about him.

He had been asking for her help a couple of times to convince Tommy to give him the accountant job. She thought it was so early for him to get involved in the family business, Tommy thought the same, but he wanted to make Polly happy.

“I got a couple being escorted out of the restaurant, as they were sitting in the spot we wanted.” He commented proud as Polly asked Rita to prepare some tea. Y/N disliked to see how fast Michael allowed the Shelby’s life style impress him.

“Oh, that’s wonderful, if you are eating peacefully, would you like to be kicked out?”

“They can’t do that, I’m a Shelby.”

Y/N squinted her eyes. “You’re a Gray first Michael, your father gave you his last name.”

“Do you want some sugar on your tea, my girl?” Polly tried to show the white flag.

Thanking her, Y/N excused herself and went to her bedroom, but as she was about to lie down, she remembered the letters, so she walked to the room next door and grabbing both pieces of paper, she walked again back to hers.

Staring for a couple of seconds at the letter Grace sent, she thought that reading it would be a violation to Tommy’s privacy. And he didn’t deserve that, given the fact that he let her decide what to do with the letter, Y/N thought it was best if she just burned it, she wasn’t interested in reading about the affairs they had in the past, so without giving it a second thought, she threw it to the fire. Looking at the second letter, Y/N walked towards the bed.

Moving her arm to turn on the lamp on her bedside table, something fell to the floor, bending down, she picked up the teddy bear, but as she turned it around, Y/N realized it was dressed as a peaky blinder; it had a flat cap, button shirt, vest, a small tie and pants, the same outfit Tommy sported all the time. It even had a little gold watch inside the pocket and sleeves suspenders. Between the vest and shirt was a small piece of paper that read: For baby Shelby. It was adorable, she couldn’t stop grinning at it.

Turning around letter number two in her hands, she found her name in Tommy’s calligraphy, the baby flutters were back.

Unfolding the piece of paper, Y/N started reading his words.

That and more I will cross the mountains, the rivers, the valleys For going to find you I’d save storms, cyclones, dragons Without exaggerating For being able to look at me in your pretty eyes And live the glory of being by your side Because in me I already feel that I need you That I have fallen in love For being able to look at me in your pretty eyes And live the glory of being by your side Because in me I already feel that I need you That and more I will do For ensuring the smile of your soul Looking for equity I could pawn the most expensive thing I have Which is my freedom And it would be an honor, oh love, to be your slave I would be your toy by my will And if a glorious day in your arms I end What happiness!

Y/N couldn’t stop the tears while reading the words, it made her think of their relationship, Tommy did things like that all the time, she would find little fragments of poems he liked at the most unexpected places, under her bottle of perfume, in the drawer where she kept the pencils…

Had she been extremely hard on him? He had been showing her how much he cared and how he thought of every little detail about everything. Perhaps she should go back to his house, maybe he was right, maybe they could work things out.

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