Warnings: angst, fluff, cursing, no use of y/n, correct british terminology (I am british), grammar and spelling mistakes (I'm dyslexic), Gnomeo and Juliet vibes, incorrect music terminology, other peoples music used for readers band, battle of the bands au
A/N: Vanessa’s trick has been stuck in my head for literal weeks so I'm using it because I can
When I say that a song has far too much praise and it’s someone else's song that is in no way involved in this story apart from the song (e.g manic pixie dream girl being a song made by kill shot for fanfic purposes) I don't mean it I’m just guessing feelings of songs when they are writing it to be like self-doubt if that makes sense.
Unless it's dance monkey I fucking hate that song
A lot of cuts in this chapter I just want to get to the point of the actual competition sorry :/
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Cupid Records had sent a mass email to every contestant, telling the exact date Battle of the Bands would start. When you signed up it had been early September, Cupid Records gave everyone a month to practice. Meaning the whole of September, you and your girls were freaking out. What seemed like every week you guys were practicing. The prompt for the first round was to do a cover song of your band's choosing, only it had to showcase how unified you were as a band.
Ever since you started the band, you have always set yourself deadlines. The only song that broke your rule was ‘Manic Pixie Dream Girl’, but you couldn't bare to get into the details of a song that has received far too much praise. So, you gave yourself a week of choosing the perfect cover song for your band. You knew it had to be important and sentimental, something all of your bandmates liked.
Thinking back to the Disney Channel movies you used to watch, a quick one came into mind; Freaky Friday.
(the one made in 2003 with Lindsey Lohan)
With the idea of Freaky Friday, you had invited James over to help you choose a song from it. After watching it, you and James knew what song Kill Shot would be performing; Take Me Away.
The remaining three weeks went by fast, having spent every day practising Take Me Away with some sessions with James listening in. It was finally the first day of Battle of the Bands. You were confident in Kill Shot’s ability to get to at least the second round, fingers crossed at all times.
Cupid Records had allowed each band to come at certain times to practice in the space they would be spending the next weeks in. Each band had a different time slot, it just so happened Kill Shot was second to last. Singing Take Me Away went pretty smoothly. There were only a few bumps in the road that were quickly smoothed over.
With Kill Shot being finished with their practice, they took the chance to mess around with different songs. Ever since watching The Little Mermaid, the song Vanessa’s Trick has been repeatedly playing in your mind. It didn't help that everyone on TikTok was doing a cover of it. Meanwhile, when your group was beginning to pack away, you couldn’t help but sing ‘Lada dee lada lada da da da’ part of the song and the ‘So long, Red.’
When Lovejoy was walking through the doors of Cupid Records Battle of the Bands, they weren't expecting to hear someone. They knew they were early, but only by ten minutes. Wilbur could only compare the voice to a Siren. The voice was pulling him in, it sounded perfect.
“You alright Wil?” His friend and bandmate, Joe, asked him. Only this is when he realised the smitten smile he had on his face. He couldn't help it, the voice of an angel had just graced his ears.
“What? Uh, yeah. I’m great.” He stuttered, bringing a hand to brush the back of his head.
Walking into their new practice space, Lovejoy had just gotten a glimpse of the other band walking off. He couldn't see any of them, maybe it was meant to be that way.
Summary: Your husband, Jack, has been out on the field recently. He was constantly travelling around the globe, leaving you and your four year old daughter on the ranch.
Warnings: fluff, angst but not really, no use of y/n, hottie cowboy is your husband, grammar and spelling mistakes (I'm dyslexic), you have a 4 year old daughter called Sophia, after the events of Kingsman Golden Circle, Jack isn't meat ;), slight sexual innuendo, reader is a housewife (don't we all want to be Jacks housewife???), Reader is referred to more “feminine” terms such as mom, mommy, wife that sort of stuff
A/N: Short little one shot. I wanted Jack to be happy. Also writing this I got distracted by roblox colour or die, and I won so :). Then I got distracted by work at a pizza place; this is probably what people mean by me having adhd. But I'm in denial, so I wrote this the day after :)
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During the four months, your husband was away, you and your four year old had done multiple things to distract each other. In the beginning, you were just distracting Sophia with her dad not being home. This shortly changed when you started to miss him, meaning you had started hugging your little girl more often. Sophia had no objections to this. If her daddy wasn’t there to hug her, then she would have her mommy.
With the summer heat coming down onto your ranch, you made sure to spend every moment outside or have the curtain open. The driveway was filled with the multicoloured drawings of chalk Sophia had drew, accompanied by your handwriting for the “Sophia, Mommy, Daddy and the horses’ names”. Along the edges of the driveway, there used to be plain old boring grey rocks. The vast majority of the rocks were now coloured in many different mixes of paint.
Since Sophia was born, she was constantly being creative. This had carried on through to her being almost five. You and your husband learnt that to distract or make Sophia happy was to get the paints out. It's what you had been attempting to do throughout the four months. There hadn’t been any tears, not even when your clumsy girl had bumped into something, only the amazement of a purple bruise forming. Whilst your mothering skills were going overdrive being alone with some animals being bigger than you, and a small inquisitive child. Keeping the latter away from being unsupervised was hard with a massive land going so far out.
Today, you were brought with a surprise. Sophia was down in the dumps.
You had tried countless times to find what the problem was, but your mother's intuition only went so far. You started the morning with Sophia’s favourite; french toast, with extra sugar. This was enough to get a small smile and what the two of you were doing today. With Sophia always wanting to be creative and messy, she chose fingerpainting.
Setting up a blanket with a mat for the activities, Sophia brought the paints and paper. When Sophia was pressing her adorable small hands onto her ‘masterpiece’ it slowly clicked what the issue had been. Sophia had made a drawing of her dad riding on a horse with her or attempted it. Nevertheless, she was showing how she felt instead of telling you. Wiping your hands down, you shuffled towards your daughter.
“Is this what the problem is?” You quietly asked as you wrapped your arm around her and pressed a kiss to her temple, much like what her father does to the two of you. “Are you missing Daddy?” Knowing that she had been caught she pouted her bottom lip and nodded.
After wiping the paint off of her fingers you lifted her into your lap, practically surrounding her with your body. “It's okay to cry, baby.” You comforted her, giving her more kisses. “I miss Daddy too, and when he comes back you can go out on the horsies again.” Giving her another kiss you started to see the smile that could light up a dark night sky. “There's that gorgeous smile!” As the smile got brighter, you came up with a solution to the horse problem. With being married to a cowboy, you had never learnt how to ride a horse. This was harsh for your little girl who wanted to do nothing more but ride them, even with her dad away, but the thought of you falling even with Jack there terrified you.
“How about we have our horsie fun?” You asked, seeing the confusion written across Sophia.
“Mama, you can’t ride the horsies. Silly!” Sophia was trying to figure out what you were thinking.
“Who said I was riding?” You got a shriek of enthusiasm from Sophia as you bounced your legs up and down. You carried on until the only thing you could hear from your baby was laughing her head off. “Let's finish our paintings and give them to Daddy when he comes home, how does that sound, sweetheart?”
Pulling up to the drive, Jack could see the pretty drawings he knew his little girl had spent time drawing. The sight of the rocks had also changed, there were pretty colours. He felt happy that his girls had kept themselves occupied in his absence. Walking through the ranch, no one was in. Checking in all of the rooms, and he couldn't find his girls.
Walking outside he could hear the laughter of what could be compared to angels singing. Looking out he saw the most beautiful sight known to man, his girls laughing and enjoying themselves. He was pulled out of his daze by himself and his inner voice, telling him to go see them.
“Hello, gorgeous.”
A familiar southern drawl spoke, alerting you and Sophia. His eye contact with you was broken by his little cowgirl running full speed at him. “Daddy!”
“Hiya, what’s my cowgirl been doin’?” He asked repositioning her onto his hip, still walking towards you.
“Me and Mommy drew you pictures!” Only this is when Jack noticed the paint on his clothes, as well as his princess's clothes and face.
“Oh, that's wonderful,” the mess didn't stop him, Sophia was happy and that's all that mattered. Taking a seat next to you, he instantly received a bundle of kisses. “I missed you baby.”
“I missed you more.”
Making dinner that night was the best feeling in the world for you and Jack. Sophia had her chicken nuggets whilst you and Jack had spaghetti bolognese. Stirring the bolognese, you felt a presence come up behind you. Sliding his hands along the sides of your waist, you were pulled into him.
“I really did miss you, Sugar,” Jack muttered into your ear. That's when you felt something growing against your ass. “Really missed you.”
“You can show me how much you missed me when Sophia is in bed.” You spoke into his neck, gazing your eyes up at your cowboy.
(affirming myself in the mirror) if that fictional man was real he would fuck you. He would fuck you. You're his exact type. If he saw you he'd get a boner instantly. He would fuck you he would fu
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