#but then on top of that!!!!! the lyrics had NO tie in to the rest of the song!!!!

[mrs-padalecki2341]

Hey bestie, I have an idea for a Dean Smut. I'm thinking friends with benefits turned into couple/lovers troupe. With lyrics from the song Again by Noah Cyrus. Maybe semi rough sex? Whatever you come up with is fine. Im obsessed with this song right now and think it would be perfect for that troupe. Also can they say "I love you" at some point during or after the sex? Please and thank you! <3

Heyy!!! Here you go Bestie, and you know I'll always do your requests! I hope you like it! Love you girl!

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Again

(Dean x Reader)

Warnings/ Promises: Smut, unprotected sex/ creampie (wrap it before you tap it y’all), semi-rough sex, friends with benefits, I think that's it but lmk if I missed something.

Song by Noah Cyrus ft. XXXTentacion

(“All lyrics will be marked as so”)

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You and Dean had been sleeping together for over 9 months now. Whenever one of you needed the other you would just call. And right now, you were going to explode if you weren't fucked senseless within the next few minutes.

Luckily, you didn't live far from their bunker.

You picked up your phone and scrolled through your contacts until you found Dean's name then hit the call button.

He picked up on the first ring.

"*What is it, Y/n hon?*" His voice was husky on the other end, as he already knew the answer.

"I'm coming over." You said into the phone.

"*I'll be in my room waiting.*" And with that, he hung up.

(“You just made the worst mistake And you'll regret it, darling 'Cause once you give and then you take You'll only end up wanting”)

In a matter of minutes, you're at the bunker. You pull out your key and turn it in the lock, letting yourself in.

"*I'm here. See you in a sec.*" You send a quick text to Dean as you walk down the stairs into the bunker.

Sam looks up from his laptop as you pass by him in the library and gives you a small wave, in which you return before scurrying off to Dean's room.

You knock twice to let him know you're there and open the door.

As expected, he's already laying on the bed, waiting for you in nothing but his robe.

"Hey, sexy~" You flirt as you close the door and walk over to the bed, sitting beside him.

He smirks and grabs around your waist, pulling you on top of him, causing you to yelp in surprise.

"Hi~" He smiles and gives you a quick kiss as his hands move to your waist. He hooks his thumbs into your waistline, pulling down both your sweatpants and underwear and revealing your ass.

You kick them off the rest of the way and grab at the tie on his robe, undoing the knot and opening it up. You can't help but moan a little at the fact that he's already hard and leaking precum.

He tugs at your shirt and you assist him in pulling it over your head, then you let him reach behind you and unclasp your bra, throwing both garments to the floor.

"Fuck, you're so hot." He gawks, as if he hadn't seen you like this a thousand times.

"You say that every time." You point out, but you still can't help but smile at the compliment.

"Well, it's true. And besides, it's practically routine to say it at this point~" He runs his hands along your naked figure as he speaks.

You just roll your eyes and lean down to kiss him. He groans into it and kisses you back roughly, his left hand finding your hair and tangling into it as his right hand continues to roam your body.

(“(Ooh-ooh-ooh) was everything hard enough? (Ooh-ooh-ooh) 'cause one day you'll wake up And then you'll say”)

You continue to make out, tongues twisting and lips moving in sync, as you reach your hand down between your bodies and wrap your fingers around Dean's cock.

"Son of a-" Dean grumbles in response to the stimulation. "-bitch~" The last word coming out as more of a moan as you squeeze your hand around him.

You chuckle and start moving your hand up and down over his shaft, still squeezing lightly, earning little moans and grunts from him as you do so.

Then, you raise your hips and line him up with your soaked, wanting core before lowering back down onto him with a sigh.

"Mmn, shit, you're tight as hell." He remarks, groaning at the feeling.

"Yeah, I know, it's been too long." You moan back, rocking your hips slowly, letting him stretch you out.

"You can say that again." He rasps, his eyes rolled back in gratification. Him and Sam had been on back-to-back hunts for the past three and a half weeks and this was the first break they've gotten, aka the first chance he's had to fuck you in almost a month, so you were both overdue for this, especially considering you normally fuck 3-4 times a week or more.

Once you'd adjusted to the stretch of his cock, you sped up the pace, bumping your hips faster until you reached a good speed and rhythm.

You both yelled out in moans and screams of pleasure, sending echos through the bunker. Luckily for Sam, he was used to this from the two of you by now and it didn't really bother him.

You kept the up the fast pace, Dean bucking his hips up to meet with yours with each thrust, until you were both howling out as you got closer to finishing.

"Mm- fuh- fu- mmnph- fuck- I'm so- mmn- close..." You sputtered out between yelps and howls.

With that, Dean moved out of you and flipped the both of you, putting him on top so that he could fuck harder into you.

"SHIT-" You gasped out as he pushed into you harder, his hips crashing against yours with the slap of skin on skin with each shove into you.

It wasn't long before you were gripping at the sheets for dear life as Dean continued to roughly slam his cock in and out of you until you couldn't take anymore.

"DEANNN!!!" You screamed through your orgasm, cumming so hard you blacked out for a moment.

You return to consciousness right as Dean yells out and sprays into you, filling you with his hot cum. Then he collapses on the bed, both of you panting like dogs as you come down from euphoria.

Once he had calmed down some, Dean turned to look at you, his face saying that he has something to tell you, but he doesn't know if he should.

Finally, he sighed and just said it.

"Y/n... I want more from this..."

(“"I wanna be your lover I don't wanna be your friend" You don't know what you got 'til it's gone, my dear So tell me that you love me again (tell me that you love me again)”)

"What do you mean?" You ask, confused.

"What I mean is..."

There's a long pause before he finally speaks again.

"I love you Y/n..."

Your eyes grow wide in surprise.

"You love me?..." You say after a moment, still trying to process it.

He gives a gentle nod.

(“I-I wanna be your lover Baby, I'll hold my breath You don't know what you got 'til it's gone, my dear So tell me that you love me again (tell me that you love me)”)

"I... I love you too..." You reply with a bit of hesitation after taking a minute to think about what he said.

(“Again, babe, again Again, babe, again You don't know what you got 'til it's gone, my dear So tell me that you love me again”)

"But?..." He asked, knowing there was going to be one by the way you responded.

"But I don't... I'm not sure if I want to be a couple or whatever or not..." You started.

(“Ooh-ooh-ooh, she's screaming in my head Ooh-ooh-ooh, I left her where I slept Somewhere, I can't escape I'm running from myself Somewhere in between in love and broken, I'm in hell”)

"I just... I don't want to make things awkward between us or anything..." You continued. "I mean, we fit with each other perfectly..."

"In more ways than one." He interjected.

"But... I guess I'm just... scared that things might not still be the same if we were together." You let out a sigh.

(“Saying, "I wanna be your lover I don't wanna be your friend" You don't know what you got 'til it's gone, my dear So tell me that you love me again (tell me that you love me again)”)

Dean pulled you up against him, cuddling into you. "Don't worry. I'm sure things won't be any different. I'm sure we'll still be just as inseparable as we already are." He reassured you.

"Are you sure?" You still question.

"Yeah. I am. If it makes you feel any better, we could just try it out at first and if it doesn't work, we could always just go back to being friends with benefits." He suggested, his voice calm and sweet.

(“I-I wanna be your lover You're leaving when the clock hits ten You don't know what you got 'til it's gone, my dear So tell me that you love me again (tell me that you love me)”)

"Yeah... That sounds good." You finally decide. You curl up against him and nuzzle your face into his chest. "Good." He sighed in relief.

(“Again, babe, again Again, babe, again You don't know what you got 'til it's gone, my dear So tell me that you love me again (tell me that you love me)”)

"I love you, Dean." You say contently, feeling safe in the comfort of his arms.

"I love you too, Y/n." He answered happily. "I love you so much."

(“Again, babe, again Again, babe, again You don't know what you got 'til it's gone, my dear So tell me that you love me again (tell me that you love me again)”)

He gave you a gentle kiss on the head and pulled you in closer. You moved closer as well and let his embrace take away all your problems and worries, falling asleep in his arms.

-SP<3

[stylescine]

okkkk so remember when harry sang vossi bop with stormzy. so there's a lyric in it which goes "i finish with a FACIAL just to topp ot off' what if reader is innocent and asks harry what that is after his performance backsatage and he has to answer and then she asks him to do it for her?

gosh i am in love with this!!!

Warnings: facial, oral (m receiving), VERY innocent reader lol

It wasn't her first time visiting Harry at one of his concerts. She loved to see him perform and today was even more special. Stormzy would be performing a song with Harry and she was just as excited as everyone else to hear them sing together.

She was standing by the side of the stage, moving to the music as her boyfriend was singing in front of the crowd. Stormzy eventually came on and Harry started singing his song "Vossi Bop" with him. She had heard the song in the radio before, like everyone probably did, but hearing it live was even better.

It was also interesting to see Harry sing a different type of music and her boyfriend seemed to enjoy himself thoroughly. She clapped loudly like everyone else when the song came to an end.

The lyrics stuck with her though. "I finish with a facial just to top it off" was one she couldn't quite understand. What was a facial and why did anyone have to top something off with it?

The show went on for another while and she danced and sang like everyone else. By the time Sign of the Times came around and the show ended, she was whistling and clapping for Harry like the rest of the room. She still felt so proud seeing Harry up there on the stage, doing what he loved. The energy the man could bring to a room was impressive and unmatched.

As soon as Harry disappeared behind the stage again, she did the same and met him in the hallway to the dressing room.

"Darling," he smiled and opened his arms for her as she was quick to jump into them. His arms wrapped tightly around her while he lifted her up, his scent filling her nose. His hair was messy from the dancing and his cheeks red, but he still looked absolutely beautiful. "That was such a great show again. And what a nice surprise for everyone," she told him with a smile as he set her back down onto the ground.

"I always try my best when you're in the crowd. " There was a cheeky grin on his face. She chuckled softly at his comment before she intertwined their fingers again, walking back to the dressing room with him. Harry would probably change back into jeans and a hoodie before they would leave to head home. He usually didn't stay in the suits unless it was show time.

She sat down on the couch in the room as Harry shrugged off his jacket and loosened his tie. Maybe she could ask him about the line she didn't quite understand earlier.

"What's a facial, love?"

Harry turned around quickly, his eyes wide as he stared at her. Did she just tell him about a ghost? "Did I-"

"No, it's alright," he interrupted her immediately. He had just been taken aback by the sudden question, but he soon realised that it was probably a genuine one. She had revealed to him that her sexual experience was pretty limited, so this was a natural question to ask. And as he had promised, he would help her understand things better wherever he could. She had already shared her first time with him and since then, they had been exploring more and more new things.

"It's basically that when a guy comes, he just comes all over someone else's face," he explained simply, but could feel the heat in his cheeks anyway. He would be lying if he said he had never imagined doing that to his beautiful girlfriend.

"Oh," she replied, looking at him with a curious expression. She liked the idea of it, she really did. There was a tingling between her legs at the thought of giving Harry a blowjob and letting the man come all over her face. It felt like a dirty, secret fantasy, but she wanted to make it reality.

"Can you do that for me?"

Harry stared at her with wide eyes again. He couldn't quite believe what he had heard. Of course, he would love to do that for her, but he also didn't want to push her into anything she wasn't ready for yet. On the other hand, she had asked him directly about it and seemed pretty determined too.

"Are you sure?" He asked slowly, but was already walking towards her. He could see her eyes light up when he was standing next to her.

"Very sure. I wanna know what it's like," she assured him before she patted the spot on the couch next to her. Harry sat down eventually, looking over at his girlfriend. The curious look in her eyes somehow made this situation even more thrilling. She seemed so eager, almost desperate.

Her hand moved over his thigh, getting closer to that spot between his legs, putting slow pressure onto it. She could feel Harry growing slowly, a groan escaping the man's throat. "Y/N," he whispered, his eyes dark with lust as he looked over at her again. He wanted her so badly.

She slowly slid off the couch, kneeling down in front of him between his spread legs. Her fingers found his zipper and slowly pulled it down. Harry lifted himself off the couch for a moment to allow her to pull down his pants and then his underwear.

Seeing him naked in front of her, in all his glory, always send a rush of desire towards her core. As she wrapped her hand around his cock, pumping slowly, she could feel him get harder and bigger with time. Her boyfriend threw his head back, moans leaving his mouth continuously. "Shit," he whispered, his hand grabbing the cushion next to him.

She started to move her hand faster. The sight of his cock was always mouth-watering for her. He was big and the veins so prominent. So she moved forward and ran her tongue over the underside of his shaft, watching Harry shiver at the touch.

She placed a kiss on his tip before parting her lips for him, taking him into her mouth. Her hand was holding onto his thigh as she started to move her head up and down, tongue swirling around him. His moans were urging her on. She increased her pace and she knew it was working when Harry's hands buried in her hair, tugging on it to pull her up and down on his cock. He was fucking her face by now and she could feel herself getting even more wet. She needed him. And she needed to feel him come.

"Fuck, I'm close," he groaned, giving her hair a more firm tug as he pulled her off his length. She was already waiting excitedly for what was about to happen.

Harry pumped his cock again a few times, eyes fluttering shut and back open, until he finally reached the edge. A loud moan left him again as he started to come all over her face.

She closed her eyes for a second, but opened her mouth almost instinctively, licking off the cum that had landed on her lips. She took the time to wipe the cum off her cheek and then lick her fingers clean.

Harry groaned again at the sight, pulling her closer to press his lips against hers.

He knew he would give her a lot more facials from now on. And he was grateful for her curiosity.

[aza-writes]

All Night

Hogwarts Parties Series

Draco Malfoy x reader, Past Harry Potter x reader

Requested: no

Summary: Reader invites her boyfriend, Draco, to a Gryffindor party. What happens when she means to put on a little show for Draco, but Harry enjoys it a bit too much himself? 

Warnings: alludes to smut, actual smut, dirty talk, Draco’s hands, vague description of a female body, drug use mention. Use of y/n

A/N: This was my therapy. Also, I watched the “10 Things I Hare about You” table dance scene sooo many times prepping for this. Also, this is my first smut so feedback is welcomed. The use of drugs relates to upcoming fics, all a part of a mini non-related series that focuses on parties at Hogwarts, so Hufflepuffs smoke, grow, and sell while Slytherin is their top seller. It’s like that TikTok trend from March. 

Gif: @love-above

Draco’s POV

Never in a million years did I think I would be at a Gryffindor party, nor would I fall in love with a Gryffindor who would invite me to a Gryffindor party.  Nonetheless, here I am, sipping on fire whisky as a mix of red and yellow figures swirl around me, but none of them matter. What matters is the giggling girl in front of me holding a ⅔ full bottle of fire whisky with her house tie wrapped around her head. And I only had a glass and a half, and she’s managed to drink the rest by herself. And no, she can not hold her liquor well. 

Even now, when we are standing close to the wall, she swayed her hips while singing along to the muggle song blasting throughout the common room, only stopping momentarily to take a swig out of the bottle. She manages to capture the attention of every guy in the room, yet she doesn’t notice. All she cares about is knowing all the words to the song, and when she doesn’t, she drinks. But I can’t even concentrate on that. All I can see is her tight, low-rise jeans that barely sit above her hips and a shirt that exposes her whole midsection. She loves the attention, and she thrives in it. No wonder she’s in Gryffindor. 

“Drayyy,” she turns around and gives me puppy dog eyes, “let's go dance! Come dance with me!” She takes a swig out of the fire whisky bottle, allowing the alcohol to give her even more confidence than she already had, causing an “I can do or say anything” mentality. 

“I’m not sure, darling; I think they’ll boo me off the dance floor.” 

Y/n frowns at this. “But yoou dance at the Sslytherinn oness.” She then wraps her arms around my neck, never stopping the movement of her hips. “Please dance with me, Dray.” 

“In a minute, my love, I need a bit more of anything in my system before I have a fraction of your courage.” 

She sticks out her tongue like a child and returns to a dopey, drunk smile before sloppily kissing me. “Okay, baby-” As soon as she was about to say something else, she pauses. She focuses hard, then gasps. “Draco! This is my song! I’m dancing with or without you.” Before I could answer, she heads off to the dancefloor. 

Y/n meets up with her friend, whose braids have appropriately incorporated red and yellow, and dances with her. More accurately, dances on her. I’m mesmerized as her hips sway to the beat, and she uses the bottle as a microphone. I don’t even recognize the song, but y/n doesn’t miss a word, even in her drunken state. 

I’m amused at her little dance and have gathered enough courage to go out and dance with her when I notice her eyes light up as the lyrics sing, “What’s wrong with right here on the counter?” Right next to her is a table that previously hosted a beer pong tournament that now sits vacant. It was like Merlin was speaking to her, telling her exactly what she had to do next. Before I could even register what was happening, with fire whisky in hand, y/n climbed onto the table and began dancing again. 

With her new stage, she gained a lot more attention. She never missed a beat, her hands, head, and hips moving in sync. As the cheers grew, so did her confidence, allowing her to do even more provocative moves. But her eyes never landed on the many boys and girls around her. No, they landed on me every second they could. And her attention enough to pull me in. 

I stride over to the table, starting to feel the effects of the fire whisky slowly sink into my system. I worm my way through the crowd, pushing people out of my way to get to the edge of the table. If this is a show for me, I want a front-row seat. 

She runs her hands over her body, keeping eye contact with me as she performs for her whole house. She throws her hair back and swirls her hips around, all aimed at me. As the first chorus comes to an end she raises the bottle to her lips and sings along. 

She keeps me up

“I keep you up!” 

She keeps me up

“I keep you up!” This time, it wasn’t just y/n but the whole common room. 

All night

“All night!”

All night

“All night!” 

As I watch her begin to dance to the second verse, I can’t help but notice one figure across the table. Staring right up at my girlfriend, my y/n, was fucking Potter. His mouth was gaped open, mesmerized at her movements. Usually, I wouldn’t be that upset; most people realize y/n is mine and back off immediately, understanding they are just making trouble for themselves. But this is different because it’s Potter, my enemy Potter, or even worse, y/n’s ex-boyfriend Potter. 

He’s so enamored with her that he doesn’t even realize I’m glaring daggers at him, but y/n notices. She looks down at me, realizing my attention isn’t on her. She follows my gaze, landing on Potter. When she makes eye contact with him he blushes, knowing he's been caught. I expected him to stop staring at her and go anywhere else, but no. All he does is smile and wave at her. 

Potter fucking smiles and waves. 

At MY y/n.

Y/n continues to dance, making her moves flow to the beat, but instead of her eyes on me, she keeps them on Potter. My jealousy forces me to keep my eyes on Potter too, watching his reaction to my girlfriend dancing. Fucking Potter couldn’t be bothered by me. He doesn’t care about how he’s staring at another man’s girlfriend. 

I’m so consumed by jealousy that y/n’s face across from mine startles me a bit. She’s all I can see. She places her hand on my chin and forces me to look at her. 

“Hi.” She smiles, her eyes glimmering with mischievous and lustful intent. 

“Hello, darling.” I can feel my face and eyes soften while looking at hers. There’s something about her, I can’t tell if it calms me down or riles me up. 

She winks at me then gets back up and dances again. She then returns her attention to me, no longer looking at Potter. Her eyes trained on mine. Her dance moves were intentional. It wasn’t until the song ended that she got off the table. The crowd that formed around her started cheering and going wild at her performance. They whistled and begged for “just one more song!” Despite everyone around her cheering, my eyes fall on Potter’s. 

He doesn’t even notice I’m there until y/n stands next to me and kisses my cheek. The whole Gryffindor common room becomes a bit quieter upon seeing me in there. I’ve been able to go unnoticed until now. Everyone just stares at me, giving me confused and disgusted looks. I’m unsure how to feel. I don’t even care. I didn’t come to insult them or to cause trouble, I came for y/n. 

She kisses my cheek again and turns my head to look at her, wrapping her arms around my neck. Instinctively my hands landed on her waist. I can feel the heat radiating off her arms. The heat of our bodies was circling between us two. 

Between kisses on my cheek, neck, and nose she giggles and says “How did you like it?” 

“I liked it when you were looking at me.” 

“Really? Cause you paid more attention to me when I looked at Potter.” She moves her arms from around my neck to hold my hand and leads me away from the middle of the room and up to her dorm and away from the scowls in my direction. 

I pause, unsure of what to say. Was this her plan? I knew she was trying to make me jealous with Potter but did she know I would become this upset? Did she know I would react this way? 

“You tricky little minx.” It’s all I can manage to say, especially when she starts to run her hands over my arms, wiggling my jacket off my shoulders. 

Y/n still faces me as she opens the door behind her back. “You weren’t watching me, so I made you.” She brings her leg up and kicks the door in with one foot, walking backward into the room as she pulls me by the collar of my jacket. As soon as the door is closed she fully takes my jacket off my body, then slowly unbuttons my shirt. 

“Like I said, tricky little thing aren’t you?” I let out a small chuckle at her boldness. Typical Gryffindor, in all the right ways.

“I know what I want, what I want is your attention.” She turns us around and pushes me onto the bed, my shirt fully unbuttoned. She smiles at me as she strips off her shirt, discarding it somewhere in the room. I couldn’t be bothered to look where it went though, my eyes were trained on y/n’s. 

“You have it love, I couldn’t imagine taking it off of you.” 

A little smile pops up on her face, a light blush creeps across her cheeks. She unbuttons her jeans, pulls them down, and steps out. “Good boy.” She climbs onto my lap and sits herself down. Instinctively my hands land on her hips, gripping tightly to ensure she doesn’t leave my sight. “You’ll keep being a good boy for me, right baby?” 

“I need to be a good boy?” She nods. “You’re the one that needs to be taught to behave. Showing off like that in front of Potter.” 

“Oh yeah?” She giggles lightly. 

“Yes darling, now be my good girl and lay down on the bed.” 

Her smirk stays as she gets up from my lap and onto the bed, resting against the perfectly propped-up pillows. “Only for you.”

I step out of my pants as I climb onto the bed. It only takes a light tap on y/n’s calf for y/n to prop her legs up and spread them. She’s still wearing the smirk on her face, naughty little thing thinks she’s won. 

“Since I danced for you, you should dance for me.” She giggles a bit. Poor girl thinks she’s going to get away with her little stunt that easily is she? 

I let out a small chuckle, not wanting her to know my true intentions for tonight. I waste no time with my plan and kiss the inside of her thighs. Even though I want the plan to start quickly, the plan is nothing but fast. This will be a very, very long night. I slowly kiss the inside of her thighs, slowly inching toward her pussy. Her breath hitches. One heel drags down the length of the bed before going back up to its prompt-up position. 

I kiss closer and closer to her clit, teasing around it. Y/n’s moans turn lighter, airier. Her hands drift down and grip my hair. I sit up and pull away, causing y/n to whine. 

“I didn’t give you permission to touch me, darling. Only good girls get to and you were so, so naughty tonight. Do you understand?” I look up at her lightly, her smirk and any pride drops. All she does is nod, I need more. “Use your words, princess.”

Her eyes turn soft, making puppy dog eyes at me. “Yes, I’m sorry.” The way she gave in too quickly isn’t enough. She’s planning on doing something again. She hasn’t learned, she’s only saying that to get her way—such a naughty girl. 

“No, that isn’t going to cut it.” I get up, causing her to whine even more, such a pathetic slut. “Stop it, or don’t. Depends on if you want to get punished. I can not make you cum tonight if that’s what you want.” That got her attention. She shakes her head, worry fills her eyes. “That’s what I thought.” 

I walk to the top of the bed and rip the Gryffindor tie off her head. “Hands.” She immediately puts her wrists together above her head. I love how submissive she becomes. She projects such a confident, independent persona that all crashes down as soon as I call her a good girl. Merlin, I fucking love it. 

I wrap her wrist tight on the headboard, making sure she can’t get out but wanting to avoid unnecessary pain. 

“Use your words, darling.” I stand at the end of her bed, facing her. “What do you want me to do to you?”

“Touch me Draco.” She keeps her eyes on me and raises her voice a bit more, trying to keep some control. 

I smirk at her, causing her to let down her guard again. “Such a confident girl, yet you can’t ask me properly how you want me to fuck you. If you just want me to touch you I can put my clothes back on and we can cuddle all night, but I think you want more.” I get on the bed, placing my hands on either side of y/n, hovering over her. “What do you want?” 

“Fuck me.” there’s a pause. I’m waiting for a complete response. She knows better. “P-please.” 

I kiss her softly. As I pull away I gently bite and pull her bottom lip a bit before letting go. “Good girl.” 

I sit up and grab my wand from the pocket of my jacket and point it at the door. “Muffilato. Colloportus.” I set my wand back where it was then hover back over y/n. “I don’t think any of your friends downstairs will notice with all the noise, but just in case.” I slowly crawl down to the edge of the bed, returning to my previous position. I kiss around her pussy again, inching closer and closer to her clit but carefully avoiding it. “ I want you as loud as possible for me.” 

She nods, but it’s cut off by her throwing her head back as I lick a long stripe up the length of her folds. Although I’m getting some sort of reaction, the lack of noise from her is very upsetting. I am the first one to admit it, I’m greedy when it comes to this. I need her screaming and shaking by the end of this. 

I move one of y/n’s legs so her thigh sits on top of my shoulder, giving me a better angle of her soaked pussy. She’s glistening at this point. Her buzzed state amplifies the teasing, making every touch linger longer. 

Every time my nose brushes against her clit, a loud, resounding moan leaves her mouth. Her eyes closed tight and she yanks on her tie, trying to escape the makeshift binding. 

After teasing her clit for a while, leaving small kisses on it then going back to tongue fucking her pussy, she squirms a bit. 

“Dray, please.” She swallows. “I need more. Quit teasing.” 

I sit up, causing her to whine even more at the loss of contact. “I’m sorry darling, I thought you said you would be good for me?” I lightly bite the inside of her thigh, instigating more little yelps and whines from y/n. 

“You’ll get what I think you deserve.” I bite the inside again, this time a little higher up. “Besides, you’re clearly enjoying this. Even though your thighs are covering my ears, I can hear every little sound you make.” I slap the outside of her thigh and make her open up her legs again. She complies almost instantly, and I go back to devouring every inch of her I can get my mouth on; this time though, I pay a bit more attention to her clit. 

She continues to pull on the restraint and buck her hips up. I had to result in holding her hips down tight against the bed so I could continue. 

She’s lucky I love her or I wouldn’t put up with this defiance. 

But she knows I like the cat and mouse just as much as she does. 

Her eyes stay shut tight as I suck on her clit and slide one finger into her dripping pussy. I curl my fingers before she gets to adjust to the new sensation. After only a few seconds, I slowly pump my fingers while feverishly sucking on her clit. Her moans went from soft and quiet to loud and breathless. Her brain is turning to mush as her walls tighten around my fingers. She’s close, but I want her on the edge. I want her on the cusp before I finally…

There it is. 

I pull my fingers out and detach my lips from her clit. She whines again, trying her hardest to buck her hips up to get some form of contact. I kiss along the inside of her thighs and up her torso, giving extra attention to her hip bones and in between her breasts.

I can feel her breath becoming increasingly rapid, her chest rising and falling faster. Little whines escape her lips as I leave hickeys all over her breast, collarbone, and neck. There wasn’t a surface unmarked when I made it to her lips. 

I pull away, making her whine even more. I go back to marking up her neck. “You won’t cover these up tomorrow. I want everyone to see them.” She nods as I suck on the spot behind her ear that makes her weak every time. “A painting just for Potter to see.” 

I can feel myself growing harder inside my boxers. Y/n can feel it too dragging against her thigh, or I assume so from the groans she lets out whenever I accidentally brush my hips against her. Even I can’t help myself from letting out a groan. 

I can’t wait any longer, I need to be in her. 

I pull away from her, shoving my underwear off before she even has the chance to complain. I get back on top of her and smash my lips onto hers. She smirks during the kiss, I do too a bit. I slip my tongue in gently as I ease myself into her dripping pussy. I hand my head down and moan, relieved to finally be inside her. Her high-pitched moans bring me so much confidence, it’s a nice ego boost knowing I get this reaction out of her. 

After giving y/n some time to adjust, I start to thrust slowly. 

As much as I love the control and dominance I have over y/n I want her hands clinging to me. I can’t just untie her hands and let her think she can be bratty whenever she wants. Right now, I would kill for her nails scratching my hair and down my back. I need the sting that mixes with the pleasure. As much as she needed my hands on her, I need hers on me right now. 

“Fuck it.” I reach up and untie her hands. Thankfully, she immediately brings her hands to the nape of my neck, letting her nails scratch my scalp and a little down my back. That little action intensifies the moment. Her hands know exactly what to do. I can feel them scratch down my back, causing me to let out a loud grunt and go faster. Her moans continue, each one ringing and lingering in my ears, my head. 

I can feel my hips faltering, stuttering with every thrust. I’m getting close, so is y/n. I lift one leg up to rest on my hip, letting me reach a better angle. 

“Dray,” her voice is so airy, “I-I’m so close.” 

“Me too darling,” I pick up my pace even more, “let go for me.” 

Almost instantly, she does. She squeezes around me and arches her back as she cums all over my cock. With two more thrusts, I cum as well. I stay in that position for a few seconds before carefully pulling out. As I do, y/n takes a long deep breath in. She only releases it when I lay down next to her. 

“I love you Draco.” I turn to look at her, her chest rising and falling, working hard to catch her breath. 

“I love you too darling.” I lean over and kiss her head. “I love you so, so much.” 

I get up to try and to get something to clean her up with, but she pulls me back into the bed. 

“Just,” she takes another deep breath, “Just stay here, with me.” 

I just nod. I don’t know what else to do, this moment is so perfect. I have everything I’ll ever need whenever I’m with her. Right here, right now must be the definition of heaven. She is my heaven. 

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Sub Rosa | Chapter 10: December | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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His arms squeezed softly around your waist, shifting you in his lap, nuzzling his jaw against the crook of your neck as his fingers dance along the keys.

You’re both completely unaware that you’re being watched. It’s Christmas Eve and your father is throwing his annual party.

It’s bigger than usual this year, your father has invited most of his work buddies.

Tom Kazansky is standing in the corner of the room, his back to the wall and a half-empty champagne flute in his hand. He’s watching his youngest daughter. You’re sitting at the piano your mother plays once in a blue moon. Your mother isn’t playing it tonight. You’re resting against Rooster’s thigh, he’s playing an old Christmas tune and humming some lyrics against your cheek.

Tom brings his glass to his lips and takes a sip. Tonight’s dress code was once black tie but as the night has progressed, Rooster’s tie has been left somewhere near the pool table.

The top few buttons of his shirt are open, tanned skin peeking through. His cheeks are flushed slightly from the warmth of the obnoxiously big fireplace for a beachside home and from the bottle of champagne he had finished whilst playing pool an hour ago.

You’re wearing red. Your father watches the way your face lights up as you turn to smile at your boyfriend.

“They look good together, huh?” Maverick is the only one brave — or stupid — enough to interrupt Ice’s staring. He stands beside his wingman and takes a sip from his own champagne glass, lips quirking up at the sight before him.

Tom can’t argue. You do. He’s never seen you so happy. If someone had told him five months ago that he would have come to terms with this relationship rather than destroying it, he would have laughed in their face. Not that he had much choice in accepting it. You were just as stubborn as he was, maybe even more so — it wasn’t a fight he was ever going to win.

“Come on, it could be a lot worse,” Mav nudged Tom with his elbow playfully. He took a drink. “Rooster’s a lot better behaved than I was at his age.”

Tom shuddered at the thought of you ever ending up with someone like Maverick. He pursed his lips as he watched Rooster kiss your temple delicately.

“Heard that they’re moving in together.” Maverick added. Tom hummed softly. He was still pretending that wasn’t happening. He had been warned about it three weeks ago, it was now happening next week, after Christmas.

He narrowed his eyes slightly as Rooster’s nose brushed against yours, making you laugh as you leaned closer to him.

“Uh-huh.” Ice acknowledged. That was as much as he could muster. His youngest was leaving home. That wasn’t easy under any circumstance. “It’s closer to work, apparently.”

Maverick laughed. They both knew that didn’t have a thing to do with your decision to move out, and that Bradley Bradshaw was a much stronger influence in your decision making.

It was the right time anyway. You’d gone into your first big girl job almost three months ago, you were spending almost ninety percent of your time at Rooster’s place anyway, it just made sense. Your parents had taken it well at a surface level, but you knew they were struggling with the idea.

Bradley was thrilled. He had been dropping hints since August that he wanted you to move in with him.

“You’re happy for her?” Maverick checked.

Tom watched as Bradley turned his chin towards him and pressed his lips delicately to yours. He shrugged his shoulders,“Trying my best to be.”

He shook his head as Maverick laughed at his side. Mav patted his shoulder and turned the two of them toward the bar instead.

You smiled, resting your head against his as Rooster played White Christmas on the piano. Rooster kissed your jaw gently, acutely aware of exactly how many eyes were on the two of you.

“You know you can’t get up, right?” Rooster whispered against your earlobe.

Your smile grew as you shifted back against his semi-hard dick through his pants, “I was thinking of going and stretching my legs actually.”

“You wouldn’t.” He replied, keeping up appearances as he tapped away at the keys. You shifted in his lap, glancing back at him with a devious smile playing on your lips.

“Think of like… taxes or something.” You suggested, earning a soft chuckle from him.

Rooster shook his head, kissing the curve of your jaw softly, “All I can think about is how I’m gonna have you all to myself in a week’s time.”

You smiled at the idea, brushing a hand over his firm shoulder, up to cup his cheek. You draped your arm around the back of his neck and kissed his temple, just to have a reason to get your lips next to his ear.

“You can have me right now.”

Rooster groaned softly. He whined, “Honey, you’re so not helping.”

“Mav’s coming.” You kissed his cheek and stood up. Luckily, Mav is the biggest boner killer that Rooster could think of. He shifted slightly closer to the piano as his Uncle Maverick leaned up against the top of it.

“I hear that congratulations are in order, you two.” Maverick was drunk. He grinned at the two of you. Bradley laughed softly and nodded his head gratefully. You leaned against the piano at his side.

Maverick took another sip of his drink, “Moving in together - that’s crazy. I remember when you were both in diapers. God, I’m old.”

You smiled across at Rooster.

“Don’t get married,” Maverick mumbled tiredly, giving his head a soft shake, he looked between the two of you, eyes wide, “Oh god - don’t have kids, then I’ll really be old.”

Bradley scoffed at the idea, pushing himself up from the piano confidently. You took a quick glance down, finding that his problem had resolved itself. He leaned in and kissed your cheek gently.

“C’mon, Mav,” Bradley chuckled, patting his uncle’s shoulder playfully, “How about we get you some water?”

“Don’t be so boring, Bradshaw!” Maverick answered, ducking under Bradley’s arm and out of his grasp. He wasted no time, immediately turning on his heel and heading for the bar, “Celebrate with me.”

Bradley looked between you and Maverick.

“Go, go.” You encouraged.

“I love you. Be good.”

You smiled sweetly, waving him off. You turned calmly and crossed the room, moving to stand beside your father.

“Princess.” Tom greeted you calmly.

“Stop glaring at him.” You elbowed him softly. He turned his head and looked at you. Tom sighed, then draped his arm around your shoulder.

“He’s never going to be good enough for you.” Ice declared, kissing the top of your head gently. You scoffed in response.

You both turned your heads, watching Bradley grimace as Maverick slides him a shot of tequila. You smiled fondly, then glance up at your father frowning at them both.

“Would anyone be?”

“No.” Ice answered. You chuckled softly, taking a deep breath and lifting your head to look at him.

“Are you still upset that I’m moving out?” You asked.

“I’m just saying, he could’ve proposed or something before-“

“Dad.” You warned.

Ice sighed. There was no correct answer. None of the parenting books covered what you were supposed to do when your youngest leaves home to move in with her boyfriend. Ice knows - he checked.

“You have to promise that you’ll visit home all the time.” Ice demanded gently.

“I’m only like a half an hour away.” You reminded him, resting your head against his shoulder. Tom hummed in response. Half an hour too far for his liking. The parenting books might not have mentioned what to do in this situation, but they covered ‘letting go’ pretty extensively.

Rooster coughed, shivering slightly and slamming his shot glass back down, while Mav waved over two more each. Tom glanced down at his watch - he would give them two more minutes before he intervened.

Tom had let go before. He had three other kids that had already grown up and flown the nest. But you were the last one, and Tom had always hated having an empty home.

“You know, it’s not too late to change your mind.” He tried, one last time.

“Not happening, Daddy.” You answered.

He turns his head towards you, his expression stern. Watching the way you straighten up and stare back at him, matching his expression expertly, he softens. His lips curve up at the edges.

You stand before him, beautiful, elegant — in love. He remembers you at these parties when you were younger, tugging him away from his navy buddies halfway through the night, asking him to read you a bedtime story.

“When did you get so grown up, huh?” Ice asks you. You soften similarly, smiling gently at him. He exhales, then shakes his head. “And how did I miss it?”

You step forwards and he pulls you into his arms, you hug yourself closer to him.

“Love you, old man.” You joke, he chuckles softly as he kisses the top of your head, squeezing you in his arms.

“I love you too, Angel.”

He lets you go and glances at the floor, then sighs. “I’m… happy that you’re happy.”

You try to hide the amused smile that forms on your face, but wind up breaking out in a grin anyway, “Thank you.”

He gives a small nod and watches you turn away. You go and find one of your sisters and strike up conversation with them. He shakes his head softly, deciding that he could do with some air.

After walking around for a while, he passes by a room, glancing inside to see Maverick passed out and supported solely by Rooster. Ice steps into the room as the young pilot grunts softly, trying to keep his uncle on his feet.

This isn’t the first time that Maverick has had too much to drink at one of these events.

“Bradshaw.” Ice nods in acknowledgement as Rooster struggles to keep the full amount of Mav’s dead weight up.

“Sir.” Rooster’s voice is strained as he lays Maverick down on the couch. He sighs and stands upright, then extends his hand out towards Tom Kazansky.

Maverick grumbles in his sleep and fidgets, finding comfort on the couch finally, sinking further into sleep.

Iceman reaches out and shakes your boyfriend’s hand, then turns towards the drinks cart. He pours himself a scotch and hands a single measure of it to Bradley.

After the amount of tequila he just drank with Maverick, he probably should turn this down, but your father is being kind to him and he isn’t trying to ruin that.

He takes the glass and thanks Tom softly. They each take a sip.

“You’re not going to make me regret letting her move out with you, are you, son?” Ice asks calmly, resting against the table behind him. Rooster shakes his head quickly, straightening up.

“No, sir.” He decides sincerely.

Ice nods slowly.

“So, are you going to marry her?” Ice asks. He expects the pilot in front of him to pale, panic — something along those lines. Instead, Rooster’s lips quirk up into a smile.

“As soon as she’ll let me.”

This has Tom surprised, he can’t lie. He wasn’t expecting that answer, but he respects it. He nods at Rooster.

“Well,” As Ice stands upright and straightens out his suit, Rooster prepares himself for a lecture. Instead, Ice reaches out and rests his hand on Rooster’s arm. “In that case, I’ll be the first one to say welcome to the family.”

Rooster stares at him, equally surprised. He swallows softly and nods. “Thank you, sir.”

“But if you hurt her…”

“I won’t. Ever.” Rooster promises, his tone demonstrating just how dedicated he is to keeping that promise. Tom nods again.

“Then, even though you didn’t ask for it,” Tom quirks his eyebrow and shrugs, making Rooster’s smile falter — was he supposed to ask for your hand, or something? — “You have my blessing.”

Rooster isn’t surprised that he receives a text asking him to sneak away and meet you a while later. By that point, Mav has caught his second wind and is awake, talking Tom’s ear off about the good old days.

Bradley sneaks away and ducks into the downstairs bathroom, locking the door behind him. You grin, stepping forwards and leaning up, kissing his mouth softly.

Without missing a beat, he wraps his arms around you and walks you backwards until you bump into the bathroom counter. You push yourself up onto it. He grabs your knees, parting them for him to stand between, deepening the kiss.

It’s urgent, desperate, both of you pressing into each other. Teeth and tongues, moaning softly between kisses. Then, he pulls back.

“Your dad and I were talking earlier,” Rooster breathes out as you work open the buttons on his shirt. You frown, lifting your head and staring at him disapprovingly.

“Can we not talk about my Dad right now?” You ask as you fumble with his belt. He tugs you closer to the edge of the counter and kisses you, nodding his head.

“He wants me to marry you.” Rooster explains, stroking his fingers tenderly along your spine. You pop open the zipper on his pants and look up at him.

You frown slightly, then shrug, “It’s just him being a dad, ignore him.”

Rooster shakes his head. He squeezes your hips gently, eyes on yours, completely serious.

“No,” He says gently, “I want to marry you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Your lips part slightly. You stare at him for a couple of seconds too long, brows furrowed. He stares back, not quite knowing how you’ll react.

You’re still young, he tries to convince himself that he’ll understand if it isn’t what you want — it’ll hurt to hear, though.

“Rooster… did you just propose?” You say it slowly, trying to wrap your head around the fact that this is where he chose to do it. In the guest bathroom at your parents’ house, right before you were going to have a quickie. It’s not the exact story that you can imagine telling your grandchildren one day.

He thinks about it. He guesses that he kind of just did.

“I’ll propose for real, with a ring, and I’ll make it special,” He tells you softly, brushing your hair back off of your face. “I just need you to know that you’re everything I want and more.”

You stare at him as his fingers trail over your thighs. He leans in and kisses your lips softly.

“So… if I did ask,” He cups your jaw in his hand and raises his eyebrows, stroking his thumb tenderly over your cheek. “Would you say yes?”

Your lips curve up just slightly into a small smile. This is the same man who was willing to give up his career for you without hesitation. You have no doubt in your mind that the rest of your life with Rooster would be happy, he’d do everything in his power to keep you safe and content.

There’s no one else that you would accept a proposal from in the middle of a quickie other than him. You nod your head slowly.

“Really? — You want to marry me?” He breathes out. You give another soft nod. He sighs in relief, wrapping his arms around you, pressing his lips to your temple. “God, I love you.”

You grin up at him, draping your arms around his broad shoulders and pulling him into you. “We should probably start practicing for our wedding night now, right?”

“Right.” He agrees, chuckling breathlessly as he presses his body into yours.

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WHAT FEELS LIKE FOREVER // t. nott (Multi-Part) PT. 2

RATING: R / 1.8K WORDS (Pt. 2)

Theodore Nott x Reader-Insert (No gender-specific details)

+ SUMMARY - Your first performance in America starts off roughly. Theo makes the decision to perform a song you wrote. The only problem is that you wrote that song for him, attempting to express your feelings towards him. He was never meant to find it.

+ WARNINGS - Language, tension, angst, eventual smut

+ MUSIC (Listened to while writing) -

Big Black Car - Gregory Alan Isakov

(Small note before I begin: I have been very inspired by Gregory Alan Isakov while writing these chapters and sort of imagined the band sounding like his music and Theo's singing voice sounding like his. Just wanted to mention that so y'all could be on the same page of imagination as I was if you wanted! :) Enjoy!)

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Theo’s lips spoke the words you had written down in a small journal. Written—unbeknownst to him—for him.

The day Theo had caught you whispering the lyrics as you nursed an alcohol-stained cigarette beneath the stars, was the day the song had been discovered. Theo loved it instantly and demanded the two of you wrote the rest of it together and record it. You had kept your mouth closed for fear of a dry throat and a clenched heart saying things you truly meant.

Now the whole world knew how you felt when even you didn't know how you felt. It wasn't an ideal situation in the slightest and the knowing glances Mattheo and Enzo shot you made you feel even worse. 

"Everything you do…," you harmonized with Theo, hearing the way your breaths mingled through the amplifiers. Your chest ached with the dull knife of holding tears in. This song always fucked you up. How you’d begged Theo not to record it…

"...changes how I see us, how I saw us then…," your voice cracked under the pressure of the tears you were suppressing. Theo gave you an odd but worried glance. You swallowed thickly, looking down at the instrument in your hands, focusing on that rather than your screw-up and the sobs that pushed rapidly up your throat.

You finished off the chorus successfully, having stared at the lights trained on the stage until the tears receded. This was your last song…or it wasn't…you couldn't remember and you didn't care. You swiftly slipped the strap of your bass off your shoulders and set the instrument down on its stand.

If you didn't get out now, you would explode. The heat and the lights and the crowd and Theo and Enzo and Mattheo—it was too much. You pushed through the backstage door and felt the autumn air abuse the sweat on your neck. Your hands spread over the balcony, holding your weak back up. The tears that threatened to spill rose in your throat once more. You hurriedly loosened your tie and unbuttoned the top button of your shirt, ripping the suit jacket off along with it. It was so stuffy in there and the cool air felt like the touch of an angel. 

Your head hung between your shoulders, feeling them shake with each sob that racked your body. The roots that had planted in your heart burned like a hot poker in your sternum, scorching through your ribs and skin from the inside-out.

You cried out at the pain caused by a single man and the way it felt to be without him. You needed to tell Theo how you felt but the fear of animosity coming from him scared the hell out of you. The thought of hatred any deeper than their normal arguments made you feel like you were dying.

The desire to feel Theo’s hands on your body was more than anything you’d ever felt in your life. It wasn't just a sexual thing. It was something much deeper than that and had been for a very long time. You feared his reaction more than death at this point. But you wanted—needed—to tell him. 

The backstage door opened much gentler than it had when you had come out. You could hear shoes scraping against the concrete and light exhales. You recognized the pattern of them, knowing the way Enzo breathed.

"Hey," the man said quietly, placing his hand on your back. His presence seemed to invoke a sense of tranquility almost instantly. Your cheeks dried and the pain alleviated a bit.

"Enzo, I—"

"I know." 

You shut up at this. You knew that he had known for a while now, it just felt odd speaking openly about it. It felt wrong but he seemed to make it alright.

"I don't know what to do…," you whispered.

"You will."

There were no more words after this. Only Enzo’s hand on your back and his gentle breathing that soothed you like a lullaby.

× × ×

When the group arrived back at the hotel—still, no words were spoken. Enzo’s hand no longer touched your back and his breathing was too far away to hear. 

Theo did not look at you once and your neck ached with the weight of the older's coldness. You could taste the bitter mood on your tongue and you tried to swallow it, but it remained. The aftertaste seemed to be stronger.

The silence became almost suffocating once you had stepped through the door to your hotel room. You shut it and collapsed against the broadside of it, sliding the length of your spine down its surface. 

You brought your knees to your chest and buried your face between the two of them, covering your ears with your arms. Radio static and honeyed oatmeal voices rang in your head at a deafening volume. You sighed at the aggressive cacophony within your brain, wishing desperately for it to stop.

You had to tell Theo—that much was obvious. But how? If you were going to get practical, you’d technically already told him. You’d confessed when he had found the song. But the older man hadn't known this.

You pulled himself from the floor and approached the cream telephone that sat menacingly on the bedside table. Your breathing picked up uncomfortably, making a bit of panic set in. Your fingers closed around the receiver and you brought to your ear. You called the front desk and asked for Theo’s room number. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears at the anticipation. 

"Who's this?"

"Um…Theo, it's me."

"Oh," the voice on the other end chuckled. "I thought you were some crazy fan or something. What's up, love?"

"C—" you choked on your words, your throat swelling as if a pillow had been shoved down it. "Can you come to my room, please?"

There was a silence on the other end that lasted only a few milliseconds. It was most likely Theo hearing the question and making a decision, but it felt like years to you. The fingernails on your free hand creased into the flesh of your palm so deeply you could've sworn you were drawing blood.

"Yeah, sure thing," he spoke. "I’ll be right over. Do you want me to bring my pillow?"

"If you want," you said, a breath of air slipping past your lips in delighted relief.

"Alright," he whispered into the phone, the crackly connection making it seem as if Theo was there next to you already.

The line went dead and, still, you stood there, with the phone pressed to your ear. It was as if you were waiting for him to come back and tell you he was just kidding. That he would never help you out or stay with you.

Your throat felt tight again. but the feeling did not remain when there was a knock at your door. The phone slipped from your fingers and clattered against the dresser, dangling against each individual drawer.

You made your way to the door and pulled it open—perhaps a bit too harshly. Theo waited on the other side with his pillow tucked beneath his arm. He was already in his night clothes—the same trousers and shirt as this morning on the beach. 

"Hey," you spoke breathlessly.

"Hey," he replied, equally breathless as if he had run the whole way here. Your stomach tingled at the thought of him hurrying as fast as he could to see you. It made you feel as warm as if he had just wrapped you in a blanket.

Theo stepped in and threw his pillow on your bed, collapsing against the old mattress right after it. He made himself comfortable, slipping his feet beneath the duvet.

"I have to take a shower, okay?" you said.

"Of course—I'm not your mum," he chuckled which made the younger suppress a smile.

"Okay." 

You made quick with your work of grabbing your night clothes—the jumper and trousers you wore this morning—out of the dressers and exiting the room. You walked down the hallway to the communal showers at the end of it. You didn't like having to share showers with strangers but you reckoned it was better than nothing.

The shower was quick and hot and steamed up the bathroom fast. The moisture in the air filled your lungs and made it somewhat difficult to breathe. In an effort to get out of the suffocating room, you dressed quickly and hung your towel around your neck.

When you arrived back into the room, Theo had drifted off. His eyes were peacefully shut and his body was curled around his pillow like a child to its mother. Your chest ached at the small tells he seemed to have that always compared him to a young boy.

The duvet had been pulled up to his waist and tucked messily. He looked comfortable. 

You smiled softly and ran the towel over your hair once again, attempting to dry it a bit more. You threw the used material in the corner of the small closet and made your way over to the bed.

As gently as you could, you slipped beneath the heavy duvet and laid on your side, watching over Theo. You watched as his body rose and fell with stable breaths.

The older's eyes fluttered and he found yours. He was suddenly awake and glancing around.

"Oh, I'm sorry…I didn't mean to nod off like that," he sighed, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand. "What did you want to talk about, love?"

"Nothing, it's alright. Go back to sleep," you smiled, reaching over to pat the top of his hand.

"No, you wanted to talk, let's—"

"Really, Theo, go to sleep."

The older looked unsure but also incredibly tired. He sighed and leant his head back against his pillow. He seemed to be physically fighting sleep, trying his hardest to stay awake for his friend.

"Go to sleep," you whispered once again. You continued to watch as the young man drifted off again, his fingers curling around your hand, seeking subconscious comfort.

You stared at the two of your hands before slowly turning it over. You entwined your fingers with his, marvelling in how they looked together. 

"I love you, Teddy," you whispered to your sleeping love. You wondered if he was awake in the slightest and whether or not he'd heard. If he had, he said nothing.

You watched as the man's lips trembled under the weight of his dreams. You decided that you should probably go to sleep as well. You all had a big day tomorrow and you knew well enough that the man lying next to you was going to paint your dreams with gorgeous devastation.

Part 3!

[the-beatnik-gale]

A Moment Alone

I went ahead and wrote some fanfiction for my Tav Husk x Gale because I was bored and wanted to write something cute. I wasn't going to share this but fuck it, we could all do with some more Gale content. ====================================== Approximately 1.2k words

Gale Dekarios x Tav (Named) It's a fluff piece, nothing raunchy. :) It occurs in the Elf Song Tavern from Act 3, but there aren't spoilers.

* Nothing has been proofread, and I can only hope Grammarly caught most of my mistakes. This is the first thing I've written in about 10 years, so I apologize if I've regressed back to 8th-grade writing skills. Forgive me; I'm out of practice.

The warmth of the water enveloped Husk with the comfort of a favorite blanket. The road to Baldur’s Gate was harsh and unforgiving but was a familiar practice that she took solace in. The nights spent around the fire, eating, laughing, and sharing the company of her companions had brought memories of her youth: her mother singing for the wondering group of vagabonds she had called family, her father creating illusions to accompany the stories and lyrics, and of her brother silently taunting her when she was up to perform. She missed it dearly and sometimes resented that she had willingly severed that tie. “It was necessary.” She thought, “You needed to get away, to find yourself.” She sunk lower into the bath water, and her smaller dwarven height made her a perfect subject for being completely submerged. “If I hadn’t walked away from them, I wouldn’t be here.  I wouldn’t have this damn parasite…” She huffs but can’t stop the smile from breaking through. “… and I wouldn’t have yet another wizard to add to my pocket full of magic men.” She couldn’t help but laugh. Gale had been her favorite part of this whole debacle. The silver lining against a sky of unknown horror, especially given the reality that he could have been but a speck had he gone through with his goddess’s demand. The moment of relief she had when he went ahead and chose her, Faerun and Mystra be damned, was indescribable. More likely, Husk didn’t have the right words memorized to describe the moment.

“Papa would like him, and he’s always respected as an arcane practitioner no matter at what stage. Draccel would fight with him, surely, debating some facts about some old dusty mage that’s long been dead, only stopping to ask how Gale could deal with me, and Mama…” A joyful sigh exits; she can hear her mother’s voice, simultaneously laced with stress and affectionate. “Just what we need, another wizard to anchor down among their schemes and grand delusions. Really dear, couldn’t you find a simple sorcerer or warlock if you needed someone magically imbued?” Husk threw her head back, eyes resting and arms outstretched to rest on the top of the tub.

It would be wonderful, beautiful, pure bliss. “Then there’s his mother and Tara. Tara, I have some idea about it, but his mother…” She stops short, a string of thoughts running through her at once, eyes still closed. There was so much left to do: Wyll’s father, Gale’s book, Astarion’s master, Orin and Gortash, the damn elder brain, plus whatever small tasks the group was sure to find themselves aiding in—the list seemed to grow ever larger, and there was no end in sight. “This is all assuming we even make it out alive. If, by some miracle, we do, then I can worry about this; until then, silence yourself. Relax, still your mind like you were taught. Just breathe deep.”

The distant murmurs of the patrons below amplified the silence of her upstairs dwelling. The others were selling spare supplies, wandering around, or making merriment elsewhere for the time being. It was their first day in the city, so it didn’t take her by surprise that the itch to explore and revisit was almost too much for some companions to resist. While the quiet was nice, Husk was beginning to regret not going with Gale to the stands. He had insisted she relax, and she wasn’t ready to expend the energy needed to protest. “The proper supplies will be needed if I’m to cook a more substantial meal than what we’ve been subjected to these last few weeks.  Worry not, I’ll be back soon. You take the chance for a proper reprieve, and by the time I should, should the others not have returned, perhaps we might take a few moments for ourselves.” If there were even the slightest possibility of a quiet moment together, Husk would hold out hope for it. Her eyes flutter open, peering past the cracks in the dividers, taking in the upstairs. She glared at the beds, their size just enough for a single body. Despite her dwarven frame being smaller than the rest, she wasn’t small enough to slide in alongside him. “Mmm, perhaps we should have stayed camping.” She wasn’t sure when she had dozed off or for how long, but she was suddenly aroused by the loud shutting of the door and the murmuring of a familiar voice. “It doesn’t look like anyone’s around… “

It was Gale, grunting slightly as he carried in what spices and groceries he had retrieved from his quick excursion.

“My love, are you here?”  His steps moved from the fire to the left of the room, opposite her. “I’m here; if you give me a moment, I’ll be right out. “

She heard the quickening of footsteps across the room. Before she could lift herself from the water, which had long since grown cold, her gaze turned upward as Gale gently nudged his way past the screen towel in hand. “Here, let me help. “ She didn’t need it but took the offer, grasping his extended hand. He helped pull her up, wrapping the towel and his arms around Husk. Gale leaned in, giving a lingering kiss on her forehead. “You smell nice. Not that I found you to have a pungent aroma in the first place. “ A small chuckle fell from Husk; she knew he didn’t mind her natural smell, but it felt nice to be able to bathe.   “Lavander and honey, not my first choice, but I’m content to smell like something other than my own sweat. It makes me happy that I didn't take a vow of cleanliness. The journey here would have been far more troublesome for me.” She reached her hand to his face, her thumb running along his cheek.

“And how was the market? Hopefully, you had no difficulty finding what you needed.” Gale nuzzled himself into her hand.

“Oh, I didn’t face much difficulty at all. Talking to a few vendors, however, I noticed that the people here seem to be just as on edge, if not more so, than those outside the gate.  While I still suggest we rest tonight, tomorrow will come early, and we’ll need to start laying out a plan immediately.” His face goes stoic for a moment, the reality of what is to come hitting hard and quick, but slowly, it loosens into a smug grin. “But that’s for us to worry about tomorrow, yes? For now, I say we take that moment I mentioned earlier. After all, it’s hard to focus when I have such beauty standing before me. While it won’t be the most romantic moment I could conjure, you have my word that I’ll do my utmost to make the best of it. I don’t think we’ll have all that much time left before our companies retire from the city. So, let us make haste and act accordingly, claiming this little moment for ourselves.” He takes her hand and leads her to one of the beds; both are determined to seize the moment, even if only for a short while.

[cricketnationrise]

time: 1.31am (the time my dog woke me up today by jumping in my bed😅), location: Kensington palace , character: David and Alex please 🙏🏾 🐶, song lyric for vibes, discard if you don't like: "feels so good to be alive" 🌅 (from Beyonce's Be Alive Oscar performance 🎾💚🌻)

my ao3 is this same name but with underscores (the_marathon_continues )

no pressure if you can't get to this I'm sure you're inundated with requests!

*mushu voice* I LIVE hello i am in a two week lull of normal work hours so i have both time and brain space after a freaking month to write more and your prompt was the next at bat! i hadn't seen the oscars performance so that was cool to look up and see. i hope you love this little moment with my favorite boy. and alex.

read the rest of the ficlets here

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1:31am, kensington

Henry’s stuck at some royal event, one that Alex wasn’t invited to attend, and Alex is fucking bored. He can’t sit still enough to watch something, there’s no chores to do since he’s stuck in Kensington waiting for Henry to come back, and he doesn’t have any schoolwork for once. And yes, it’s after one in the morning, but he certainly isn’t sleeping. It’s only when David pads into the monstrosity that is Henry’s gilded bedroom, that Alex’s brain lights up with glee.

A quick rummage through Henry’s closet (oh, the irony) and a text conference with Bea, Nora, and June, and Alex has a plan. David’s a good sport through all of the outfits Alex puts him in, placidly allowing the infringement upon his dignity and obligingly staying still for the camera. 

He starts with a black bow tie collar Henry had lying around and fashions two shirt cuffs out of an old white shirt of Henry’s to go around David’s front legs. A strategically placed pistol emoji on the most debonair picture of David and the tribute to Arthur as James Bond is sent off to the group chat. That one’s just for the family's eyes.

Alex finds giant sparkly sunglasses shaped like flowers (left behind by Pez, surely) and slaps a super bright filter on top. He posts it to Instagram with the caption Elton Paws. He spends way too long making a black vest, white shirt, and black belt for David, wanting to get as close to the iconic look as possible. David’s unimpressed face looks out from the photo with the caption I’ve got a bad feeling about this. A cardigan from one of Bea’s old dolls and David’s own booties for cold days sitting next to him complete the Mr. Rogers costume. Please won’t you be my neighbor? With a fit of giggles, he removes the booties from the shot, adds the tiny crown Henry pretends he didn’t buy for his dog and takes another photo. He adds a photo of Henry in a similar cardigan as the second photo. The third photo on the post is just the meme from The Office where Pam says ‘they’re the same picture.’” Alex spends another ten minutes color washing a normal picture of David with bright purple, solely so he can make a Courage the Cowardly Dog joke.

He doesn’t bother checking any of the comments, fuck if people think he’s being ridiculous. Alex built this life; he’s found his person (and his dog). He managed to create something beautiful for himself all on his own, despite being thrust into the public eye. He and Henry came out the other side of the leak with their relationship and futures intact and shining brighter than ever. They’ve spent long enough putting on their best faces in public—it’s about time people remembered that he’s twenty-fucking-three. If he can’t dress his dog up in ridiculous costumes and post them on the internet like everyone else on the fucking planet, then what is the world coming to?

And alex is so fucking proud of his life, both separate and intertwined with Henry’s. They can weather any storm and forget anyone who says their relationship isn’t what love looks like. Someday, they won’t have to split their lives over two continents. Someday, it’ll be a given, an if/then statement: If Henry, then Alex. They’ve been fighting for something resembling normalcy since way before the emails leaked. They’ve dealt with depression and being outed, with a long-awaited ADHD diagnosis and the pressures of their families and countries. They’ve hustled and worked and bent over backwards for the public for years. If the general population has a problem with them occasionally being ridiculous about their pet? Fuck ‘em.

It feels amazing to be goofy, to act like the young adult he is, to not run every single tidbit by a publicist or handler, to do something dumb with his dog because he misses his boyfriend. So Alex will keep on dressing David up in whatever strikes his fancy and posting the results. If nothing else, Henry will love the results.

an instagram post: 

[pic of david in a ridiculous costume, alex beaming with tongue out and peace signs while he holds david up for a selfie]  when dad is away, we will play.

[nudgeling]

I've had a resurgence of listening to First Aid Kit recently so I decided to pair up a bunch of their songs and lyrics to traffic characters and ships. I'm surprised they’re not more popular in fandom spaces since they’re pretty similar genre-wise to both Crane Wives and the Oh Hellos, so consider this is my community pitch (+ commentary cuz i wanna)

Fleeting one - BigB

"My love is a fleeting one / My man could be anyone / And our love is a setting sun / My life is fleeting one / My work is just a web I've spun / Oh, my life is a setting sun / Baffled by the lives we were lent / We met the end too soon / I was honest when I told you / We're as cryptic as the moon"

BigB has a bit of a history with wavy loyalties. The secret soulmates with Grian, betraying Cleo, and most recently tricking Skizz (I know that was resolved but a pattern is a pattern my man). And well, not that I have any clue what the man's up with all the cryptic gaslighting but I feel like that applies as well.

The lyrics outside the chorus seem to be about a couple falling out of love, but I like to apply it to him and Cleo, which still fits fairly well. Angst galore ofc.

Wolf - Pearl

"When I run through the deep dark forest long after this begun / Where the sun would set, the trees were dead, and the rivers were none / And I hope for a trace to lead me back home from this place / But there was no sound there was only me and my disgrace"

Scratch this being the most Pearl-like FAK song, this is the most Pearl song ever. It's basically what started this whole project. All the lyrics and all the vibes just screams DL Pearl. The song is also a bop, one of my personal favs, if I were to recommend just one of these to listen to then this is a strong contender.

Josefin - Martyn

"You go home with feet bare in the snow / You raise up your head to the dead / You seek of such magical things / And nobody knows where you've been"

This smells of watcher lore guys. Don’t have much more commentary than that, it’s just watcher lore straight up.

King of the World - Lizzie

"I keep running around / Trying to find the ground / But my head is in the stars / And my feet are in the sky / Well I'm nobody's baby / I'm everybody's girl / I'm the queen of nothing / I'm the king of the world"

The lyrics is giving Last Life Lizzie, but it’s also one of the more whimsical-sounding songs on the list which feels very Lizzie in general.

I'll admit the rest of the lyrics isn’t particularly easy to tie into the life series since there’s a bunch of specific modern references like going to the airport and traveling through states, but I love the song way too much not to include it. Might be the personal favourite.

Rebel heart - Desert duo

"You told me once I have a rebel heart / I don't know if that's true / But I believe you saw something in me that lives inside you too / Now I all I hear is the wind / There’s a storm coming through / Did I misplace or forsake my love now that I gave it to you?"

Picking just one lyric section from this song was difficult. Every single word, top to bottom, fits Scarian like a glove. It also slams in a "But I know you truly saw me / Even if just for a while" which just MMMM. Makes me wanna bite someone.

I Found a Way - Treebark

"We play the game with skillful hands / And so I asked for your demands / "Give me your love, give me your gun" / And you traced us back to where we begun"

Tbh this song could apply to a lot of traffic dynamics but it had a lot of loyalty themes which is why I put it at Treebark specifically. That being said: man. It works so well. Specifically Martyn POV. The gun in the lyric above would ofc be the beheading, plus the song later mentions the protagonist having a lot of guilt and being prone to running. It's got C!Martyn all over it.

My Silver Lining - Skizz

"I try not to hold on to what is gone / I try to do right what is wrong / I try to keep on keeping on / Yeah I just keep on keeping on / I hear a voice calling / Calling out for me / These shackles I've made in an attempt to be free / Be it for reason, be it for love / I won't take the easy road"

This is another one where it just is Skizz. He’s probably been the most consistantly loyal and good-natured person in the series, doing anything and everything for his team. I feel this especially with how he was in Limited Life, being determined to spread some light into the world despite the game they found themselves in. When making this list I found that most of these songs could fit multiple dynamics/characters, but this is his song, full stop.

Stay Gold - Flower Husbands

"The sun shone high those few summer days / Left us in a soft, wide-eyed haze / It shone like gold / It shone like gold / But just as the moon, it shall stray / So dawn goes down today / No gold can stay / No gold can stay"

👏ANGST👏GALORE

Another one where I just want to quote the whole song. The song is all about grieving time periods and memories you can’t get back, to which I'm thinking late-game 3rd life, post-3rd life divorce or s1 empires characters having weird nostalgia. I go feral for all of it.

Bonus empires:

Heavy storm - Sausage

"I saw, I saw, I saw, I saw an old photograph / And the picture that appeared / Well, it took me back to the times / When she was around / She used to play that old mandolin / And the moon and the sea invited her in / I wish that I had told her by then / What she knew deep down / That she only wished that time would come back"

S1 Sausage angst my beloved. Or s2, could work either way, but I'm partial to s1. "She" could be either Pearl or Gem, however there is a "he" in the first chorus which is very much Fhwip. Like Stay Gold it’s all about grieving old times, so I like to imagine a post S1 Sausage grieving his old family :D

[neewtmas]

12 days of Christmas // A Lockwood & Co Advent Calendar

DAY 3

welcome to day 3 of the Lockwood and Co Advent Calendar! today is another fic, but this time it's just a little trio-on-christmas-day thingie. This is meant to be light-hearted and should not be taken super seriously, it's maybe a little ooc at some points. It's just meant to be wholesome and christmas-y 🎄💫 (also please don't come for me bc of the food I just googled what british people eat lol)

Enjoy!

day 1 day 2 day 4 day 5 day 6

characters: Lockwood & Lucy & George

wordcount: 1.2k

advent calendar tags: @givemea-dam-break @wellgoslowly @maraschinomerry @losticaruss @oblivious-idiot @uku-lelevillain @avdiobliss @strawberryloveyyy @strawberrycowgirly @demigoddess-of-ghosts @thefriendlyneighborhoodmomfriend @boookfreeak

35 Portland Row, Christmas Day

Lucy moved down the stairs from her room, skipping every other step. She stopped on the landing, right in front of the bathroom door. There, from the other side of the door, came the sound of rushing water from the shower. Also, the melody of 'Last Christmas' played on the positively ancient speaker that George had placed on the top of the bathroom cabinet. And, much to her delight, Lockwood's voice over the water, singing with so much passion that it made her laugh a little. He was a little off-key though and not very loyal to the lyrics, so she decided to save her ears from continuous exposure and skipped down the rest of the stairs down to the kitchen.

George had been occupying the kitchen since early morning when he had come back from the shops with several bags filled to the brim with ingredients he planned on making a whole Christmas dinner out of. Lucy had already offered her help twice, only to be almost chased out of the room by George both times. George was also playing Christmas music over a speaker and singing along here and there, albeit less offensive to the ears than Lockwood's under-the-shower performance. Lucy sneaked into the room, where two pots on the stove already emitted a delicious smell.

She sat down at the table, where the thinking cloth was covered in Christmas trees and little reindeer and Christmas elves she had sketched on there in the past few weeks. "I told you I don't need help", George turned around and gave her a stern look. "I'm not here to help, don't worry", she shot back, and when he turned around again, she caught the smile on his lips. Even George could not reject the Christmas spirit. In fact, he seemed to have embraced it, seeing as he was wearing an apron with a big fat Santa in a sledge on it. On the counter sat the turkey, stuffed and seasoned, ready to make its way into the oven soon.

Suddenly, Lockwood burst into the kitchen, dressed in his usual attire of shirt and tie, though this tie was special: it had tiny little Christmas trees and candy canes all over it. It was exceptionally ugly, Lucy concluded. But the tie wasn't the main focus of the outfit. No, that was the gigantic Santa hat on his head. "Guess what I found!", he exclaimed, holding up two additional Santa hats. Lockwood could be extremely chipper and upbeat if a situation ever called for it, but somehow today it was dialled up to the extremes. "Lucy, I need your help to finish the tree", he said. "But first -" He held out the Santa hat. Lucy knew that resistance was futile, so she just took it and put it on.

It was a little big and slid over her forehead down over her eyes. Lockwood chuckled and pushed it back up. "Looking good, Santa", he said with a little grin, and Lucy just rolled her eyes, adjusting the hat so that it didn't slide back down. Lucy followed Lockwood over to the living room, where the Christmas tree stood tall and proud, already adorned with a lot of Christmas tree balls. Lockwood bent down to the box that stood on the couch and pulled out a tangle of candle-shaped Christmas lights. "We just need to wrap that around a few times", he said, shaking the tangled mess a few times. "Who packed that up last year?", Lucy asked, taking the lights from him and sitting down on the couch to start unravelling it. "Lockwood grimaced. "I don't remember." Lucy raised her eyebrows. "I think I know exactly who the culprit is."

But Lockwood was already focusing on something else again, rustling through another box in search of something. Lucy turned her attention back to the lights. Luckily, they looked much more tangled than they were, and she had already worked through more than half of the mess. Next thing she knew, Lockwood was in front of her again, tipping her on the shoulder. She looked up, mentally preparing herself for whatever he had come up now. Lockwood stood in front of her, with ugly tie and Santa hat, holding up a mistletoe branch over his head. "Whoops", he said. "Looks like we're caught under the mistletoe together. You know what that means!" Lucy couldn't even roll her eyes before he leaned down and kissed her. Not that she was complaining anyway. She quickly unravelled the rest of the lights, and together, they walked around the tree, attaching the lights as they went.

When they were done, Lockwood took a step back and pulled Lucy with him so that they could admire their work. "Looks great", he said, satisfied. Then he turned to Lucy. "Oh look!", he said, and she didn't have to look to know he was holding up the mistletoe branch. This time it was her that leaned up and kissed him. He wrapped the arm that wasn't holding the branch around her waist and pulled her closer. "I should carry that thing around more often", he said and kissed her forehead. "You know that you can just do it without, right?" Lockwood grinned at her. "But where's the fun in that?"

A few hours later in the kitchen - George had finally taken up on Lucy's offer to help - she stood there and cut up some potatoes, while George periodically checked on the turkey in the oven, only to come back up cursing each time because the steam fogged up his glasses. He looked like a very blind Santa each time - he had finally accepted the Santa hat from Lockwood, and Lucy had to try hard not to burst out laughing each time. While they finished up the food, Lockwood was tasked with setting the table.

When they were done, it looked like they were hosting a party of at least ten people. Every inch of the table was filled with either some of Lockwood's decorations - the little snowmen are adorable, Lucy! - or a bowl or plate holding all different kinds of food - roasted potatoes, honey-roasted carrots, spicy apple compote, crumbed Yorkshire puddings, and many more. In the middle of the table sat enthroned the turkey, perfectly roasted. After everyone had taken a seat, Lockwood raised his glass and cleared his throat dramatically. When he had the attention of George and Lucy, he adjusted his Santa hat and began with the poshest accent he could muster. "We have gathered here today -" "Lockwood!" "Yes! Sorry, I'll be serious." He cleared his throat again, this time for real. "I just wanted to say thank you to both of you for the fantastic year we had. There were some minor hiccups along the way-" George coughed. "Well, maybe not that minor. Nonetheless, we are on the best way to become the best and most successful agency in all of London. And I could never do it without the both of you." Lucy and George raised their glasses as well, and then the great feast started.

Outside of 35 Portland Row, the snow was falling quietly in the light of the ghostlamps, but the kitchen was brightly lit, and for once Lucy, George and Lockwood had not a care in the world.

[randomvarious]

Today's compilation:

Monsters of Rock 1998 Hair Metal / Hard Rock / Arena Rock /Heavy Metal / Pop-Metal

Good lord, this had to have been one of the most heavily advertised albums of all time, man. I don't know how much ad money the Razor & Tie label shelled out for all of their 'As Seen on TV' comps back in the day, but the commercials for Monsters of Rock and Monster Ballads were fucking inescapable throughout the late 90s and early 2000s, especially. Like, you'd be watching something on cable, and the commercial for this album would come on, so then you'd change the channel, and the same commercial would be playing on there too! And then you'd just force yourself to sit through it, and eventually, through repetition, the entire sequence of little song snippets that gets played throughout the ad would become a permanently etched medley inside of your goddamn mind, destined to haunt your soul for the rest of eternity:

🎶Cum on feel the noize, girls rock ya boys…my, my, my, I'm once bitten, twice shy, babe…poison!…*synths from Europe's "The Final Countdown"*…round and round, what comes around goes around, I'll tell you why…she's my cherry pie, cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise…we're not gonna take it, no! we ain't gonna take it…she's only seventeen, seventeen…here I go again on my own…I'm no fool, nobody's fool, nobody's fool…so hold on loosely…🎶

Now, the hair metal era may have been the dumbest and most ridiculous period of mainstream rock that we've ever borne witness to—and it's very difficult for me to think of another commercially successful subgenre in which rank stupidity has been such an inherently defining trait—but thanks to a combination of my own nostalgia for these damn Razor & Tie ads and my sometimes weird and ironic affinity for bad shit, after listening to this album, there is really nothing more that I want to do than hitch a ride back to 1990 so I can live out a super corny fantasy as a badass suburban high school senior who cruises through town in a boxy, red sedan with the windows down as these silly songs blare out of my speakers 😎.

But like I said, I am also under no illusion here; I'm fully cognizant of just how patently absurd so much of this music was. And when it comes to the pinnacle of pure trash, I really don't think anything ever quite managed to top Warrant's signature 1990 anthem, "Cherry Pie," which is obviously on this album. Like, have you heard or thought about this tune recently? It really might be the single-dumbest song that's ever been recorded in human history. And as the single-dumbest song that's ever been recorded in human history, it has thankfully and, I guess quite fittingly, been memorialized in some way, since…*checks notes*…you can currently go see the pizza box that its lyrics were originally transcribed on at the Hard Rock Cafe in Destin, Florida… 😭.

🎶I scream, you scream, we all scream for her Don't even try, 'cuz you can't ignore her!🎶

Also, Winger's "Seventeen." Yikes; you can probably guess what that one's about! Talk about songs that haven't aged well at all 😩:

🎶She's only seventeen (seventeen) Daddy says she's too young, but she's old enough for me🎶

Yeah… This one's catchy and all, but, um…no. 👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎 Really glad we've finally realized as a society that, at the very least, fully-grown adults singing lustily about minors is a very unacceptable thing to do. I mean, it took way too long for us to get here, but at least we've finally made it to this point, right? And I think "Cherry Pie" is probably about a minor too, by the way, but that's also up for debate 😑.

To be clear, though, not every song on this album is embarrassingly dumb and/or skeevy hair metal. I happen to think Living Colour's alt metal classic, "Cult of Personality," is a genuinely great banger. And I also dig the southern rock smoothness of a song like .38 Special's "Hold On Loosely" too; but most of the rest of these are just pure dunderheaded hair metal classics, and a key, overarching feature of this stuff was just how fucking maximally mindless it all was. It's hard to put a finger on what exactly allowed this madness to spread so widely and flourish for nearly a whole-ass decade in the first place, but thank goodness grunge came along when it did and dethroned this stuff from its perch as rock music's top subgenre in the early 90s, because, seriously, this shit was so excessive and outrageous.

All that being said though, and as good and necessary as grunge was back then, I can't help but imagine what a kick-ass time it would probably be to have almost any one of these Monsters of Rock songs come on at the bar while you and everyone else around you are in a highly intoxicated stupor; like, "Black Hole Sun," "Man in the Box," "Interstate Love Song," "Even Flow," etc., might be total jams in and of themselves, but songs like those are probably not gonna do the same trick as something like Alice Cooper's "Poison" can in that type of situation. I mean, when you're fully committed to annihilating some brain cells, it's good to have music that's way ahead of you in order to accompany your experience, right? 😅

Highlights:

Quiet Riot - "Cum On Feel the Noize" Great White - "Once Bitten Twice Shy" Alice Cooper - "Poison" Europe - "The Final Countdown" Ratt - "Round and Round" Warrant - "Cherry Pie" Whitesnake - "Here I Go Again" Winger - "Seventeen" Living Colour - "Cult of Personality" Twisted Sister - "We're Not Gonna Take It" Judas Priest - "You've Got Another Thing Coming" Cinderella - "Nobody's Fool" .38 Special - "Hold On Loosely" Autograph - "Turn Up the Radio"

[yridenergyridenergy]

Phalaris Vol.II - KBS Hall [2023/05/05] live report

Setlist

Hibiki

Schadenfreude

Mouai ni shosu

Devote my life

Utsutsu, Bouga o Kurau

Ningen wo Kaburu

13

Uroko

Eddie

GRIEF

Gaika chinmoku

Otogi

The Perfume of Sins

Encore

JEALOUS

Sangeki no yoru

Utafumi

T.D.F.F.

Sustain the untruth

Encore 2

un deux

Man, I'm really not at my best, giving my all, when I'm squeezed hot and wet among so many people. Not to mention fighting so that people who had higher numbers don't reach the front, like the official message strictly prohibits.

Regardless, the show was very intense.

The backdrop was a huge, epic tapestry of the Phalaris head with flames. The entire show consisted of lights, there was no screen this time.

A tech came with a basket and distributed Thermos bottles, water bottles with and without straws, as well as towels for each member's spot. At Kyo's, he left something like eight bottles of water, only two had straws, so you could guess that something was going to happen with the rest.

The members started coming in and the theme tonight seemed to be more white: Shinya was as usual, Toshiya's veil and upper draping were white this time, Die I think had some white too, Kaoru wore a black+white suit with different patterns for the top and bottom and either a tie or a dress shirt underneath whose lining made an 8 shape kind of. Kyo was in contrast, wearing a black G.I.S.M. shirt with a kind of white shinigami creature on it, and black pants with large pockets and a long belt.

The show went on basically like usual. Toshiya had so much drama in his moves, the way he poses with his hand hiding his face. He also blew away his white veil exaggeratedly as he turned around after the first song, but that veil quickly left his head. Yet, he may as well have still been wearing it, because his hair made a puffy curtain over his face. Everyone on site got so hot so quickly. Toshiya's abs got shown very early on. An hour more of those and I will have them memorized.

Schadenfreude is definitely basked in red and purple light. This time, the whole crowd shouted every: "Ikedomo jigoku ka", which didn't seem to delight or faze Kyo either way.

At the end of Utsutsu, Bouga o Kurau, it was obvious what Kyo wanted us to sing, but people started the "nananananana" way too early. Kyo's face went dead, clearly disappointed. We weren't a lot who were well-timed.

In the following song though, everybody redeemed themselves. We sang each backup vocal and Kyo had us sing the entire last paragraph. He seemed to say: "Yeah, this is your moment."

13 gets more and more intense, I feel. And the way Kyo walks so slowly onto his crate using the side step for the final chorus, as though contemplating the finality of it. Ugh.

The next two songs, Uroko and Eddie, feel like a blur. When the first notes of both Eddie amd T.D.F.F. start playing, it really sets off Kyo and he moves around a lot.

Kyo was even less coordinated when it came to the clapping part in GRIEF today. Well, mocking our clapping part that he had initiated himself years ago. And the growls were all raw throughout this song.

It felt so odd to witness Toshiya's backup vocals during Gaika chinmoku after working on that compilation, but it was great! Kyo repeated and repeated the ending lyrics way after the music ended, deploying everything his throat had to offer.

Otogi came and the stage was again bathed in red. Kaoru's guitar white noise seemed shorter than before. Toshiya traced from the top of his head to the ground in general at the beginning, and even Kyo was less sensual than in Yokosuka. Anyhow, not many fans seemed to be into Otogi, from what I could see. By the way, Kyo does not sing the high-pitched "Tadaakada"s; recordings are played instead.

For the last song of the main setlist, Kyo mumbled and growled stuff with his mic on the stand, long enough that I thought he wouldn't catch enough breath to growl "Nose, Eyes, Ears" but hot damn he did and the crowd went crazy for the entire song.

The members then left swiftly, some raising their hands on their way out. We called for encore immediately. After what seemed like forever, they came back. Shinya wore black pants and a black shirt; Die was dressed similarly but his shirt was more like a black, plunging V-neck tank top; Toshiya kept his black shorts and lacey skirt but put on a white sleeveless button shirt that he has definitely worn in the past; Kaoru had a classic black dress shirt, I think? Kyo just changed to the same Japanese heavy metal shirt that he had for the encore at Yokosuka.

Jealous started playing and everyone knew we were getting something special. The band played it without much passion or interaction though. In fact, Kyo sang essentially like the studio recording, face blank. The second song, maybe even more special, Sangeki no yoru, had a bit more passion, based on the fact that he added some screaming to some of the last lines, but that's it. Oh but most of the members (Die and Toshiya, as well as Kaoru I think?) were mouthing the lyrics to one of the songs during the encore. Not sure which.

The rest of the encore is where the band picked up the beat and intensity. I can't remember exactly when, but I feel like we also had to sing a lot in Utafumi and Sustain the Untruth, as well as all the "fucker"s and Ms in T.D.F.F. The crowd just kept moving in inorderly waves, especially when the members came up close on stage.

Kyo clapped and mouthed "bye bye", then left appearing satisfied. Toshiya sprayed us with water and the four remaining members threw their stuff. I don't think they drenched their towels to send them that far? Just tied them in a knot. Toshiya was all smiles, at the end and throughout most of the show. I remember how he just kicked that left leg onto Kyo's crate during one of the encore's songs, like it was nothing.

They left and the ending instrumental played three, four times, with the pre-recorded message that the show is finished being repeated at least twice too. Staff tried to ask us to leave, but we continuee to shout a chaotic mess of "encore" and "Dir en grey". Finally, Dir en grey returned! Kyo (who had removed the black, horizontal makeup he had during the ahow) said something about the crowd being loud enough for the encore, so they came back, but wondering if it had been loud during the main setlist. That's probably echoed in his recent Twitter post about him wanting tomorrow to be a continuation from that last point of intensity.

Un deux was played and at that point I barely had two feet on the ground, we were moved left and right. All I could see was Kyo and he was smiling a lot. I think he took off his earpieces entirely, had us sing and was glad we kept doing so even as he went on with his job eventually. Then, I think that the four other members left really quickly, because it was soon just Kyo having fun baptizing people in the front row with the many bottles of water that he had in the back. He was grinning so much, until he reached the right side of the stage and then looked dead serious on drenching the person to the last bit. He'd throw the bottle cap vigorously into the crowd, empty the bottle and then either gently hand it to a fan or throw it careless away in the crowd. He left looking happy!

We then finally turned around to leave, and I think that because we saw that cameras in the back had been filming us, we started clapping at some point, just to reiterate our joy.

Besides the two old songs played at the beginning of the encore and the double encore with un deux, it felt essentially like any normal show. Kyo even kept calling out for us as "Kyoto", while I expected him to say: "knot" or "a knot". Also, even the a knot 25th anniversary does not get Kamuy? What will it take?

Last note: Kyo was definitely filmed and there were cameras in the back too. Not sure about the rest, but it sounds like this could go out onto a DVD?

[herri-writes]

真夜中のノクターン

Ritsu Sakuma x Reader

Note: OKAY an another Ritsu fic but this time, it's a songfic. Pls kill meheuheuehuehuheu

Okay lemme try writing for (!) era starting this year after writing a few fics that are in the (!!) timeline (Spoiler: Already did). Brainworms coming to rot my brain since I'm being productive af rn.

Translated lyrics here btw.

HEUEHUEHDHEUEHS anyways, why does the sakuma brothers have the most attractive voices I'm about to get an auralism atp. Herri not falling for the chara's voice challenge failed.

"(Name)? Why are you still... here...?" He yawned between his words. You just thought of the sleep expert you referred to and not even said his name.

Or so you thought when a sleepy, serene voice called you from the doorstep of the music room.

"Ritsu...? And why are you here...?" You asked him back and he answered, "I just woke up."

'Right... It's night time after all.'

He look at you with a questioning look. "I'll ask you again, what are you doing here?"

"I'm just... here to finish everything before the Repayment Fes." You tiredly answered. Ritsu looked at the stack of documents on your desk and wondering which are the ones you finished and are not. "That much? You'll lose yourself at this point, (Name)." He said and dragged you away from your seat. "I'll let you sleep on my coffin bed and rest. You're supposed to be with Knights by tomorrow."

Tired and sleepy, you yawned as the night arrived. How many paperworks have you done today? You've lost count. You could see the unfinished stack thanks to the moonlight's gentle glow entering the transparent glass from outside the window. Even though the unfinished ones seemed lesser than the ones you had done, you groaned in frustration and the deadline is a few days away— specifically a week before the said deadline.

An early passer you are seemed to be productive due to your insomnia. Oh how much you wanted to rest but the remaining energy and adrenaline is still coursing through every single fiber and cell of your being. As much as you wanted to get out of your overworking state weeks before the Repayment Fes, you couldn't.

"Ritsu... I'm almost done..." You tried to reach the desk but his strong grasp on you won't let you go. "Give me few more minutes... I'll be done after this..." Your body has not much strength remaining that you surrendered. "Fine... have it your way..." Ritsu grinned in victory.

He carried you on his back and brought you to his coffin bed in the music room. You somehow noticed that it was close to the piano in the room. You do know well that this is one of Ritsu's favorite napping place and the reason why the music room is one of his favorites it's because there's a piano. He placed you on the bed gently and remembered something he told you this afternoon.

"So, Ritsu, you said that you wanted to see me after Knight's live, right? But why bother seeing me to—" He immediatly laid on top of you and hugged you, making you cuddle with him.

"Good night."

That was the last thing you heard from him after he cuddled you and fell asleep on the coffin bed Rei made specifically for him. You on the other hand patted his head comfortably and lulled him to sleep.

He hugged you tightly as if he didn't want to let you go. His fear of being abandoned triggered in his sleep. He nuzzled closer and you could feel his warm breath fanning the crook of your neck. He is like a cat wanting your attention, from annoying you, interrupting your work, or cuddling you until he sleeps and never let you move as it's a golden rule for every cat owners known in the face of the earth— never move when a cat is on you.

Repayment fes is coming to a close and you've been overworking as usual. It's supposed to be special for the graduates of this year. It'll be the last time you'll get to see your senior in their green neck tie and their blue blazer. Especially Izumi and Leo, the only third years of Knights. Not to mention, you'll be the same as them next year, becoming a third year and graduate as a student of Yumenosaki Academy.

Ritsu knows you've been overworking a lot and it concerns him. He's grown attached to you ever since you became Knights' producer. Other than Mao, you were closest to him by bond that he's comfortable of sleeping with you near him. He felt safe ever since the first time he laid his head on you to rest.

The last thing Ritsu wanted is you abandoning him. He didn't want anyone to abandon him all alone when he needs you the most.

You could hear a faint humming, probably from Ritsu. You thought he's asleep but he is half-asleep. You felt your eyelids gettung heavier and closed tightly shut. Your breathing is light and slow. Your body finally felt rest after a few days of suffering from insomnia.

Your hand stop patting his head and he smiled. He didn't want you fainting in the middle of the day. Not to mention, he always want your blood fresh and sweet which it actually translates into "Go to sleep. You don't want to get an insomnia or die from blood loss." in Ritsu's language. He didn't want you to know what it actually means or he'll bite you without warning.

He continued to hum his own nocturne in midnight.

The next night, he caught you overworking again that he dragged your hand to the music room once again. Reason? It's because he wanted to show you something. That something he wanted to show you is sheets of papers, written in sloppy yet neat handwriting. Some of them are written in scribbles and random writings but most of them are understandable to read.

"Seriously?" You raised your brow. "Lyric and music sheets?" He hummed at your question. "Another Knights song? Did you steal this from Senior Tsukinaga?"

"More like I wrote that." He retorted and you chortled. You read the lyrics and let out a smug smirk. "This seemed like it's written for Isara. That dedicated?"

"I rather bite you than admitting for who I wrote the song for." He looked at you annoyed and you ignored it with a hum.

'Midnight Nocturne...' You read the name of the song written on the lyric sheet. You turned the page behind the lyric sheet and what was revealed to you is a music sheet for piano. 'I couldn't even read this...' You received a few lessons from Leo and tried to understand the music sheet from the genius but as a result, all of those went out of the window.

"I'm going to play." Ritsu said and sat on the piano stool. "If you fall asleep, I'll have you as my pillow until we graduate."

"Alright. I won't sleep. I promise." You hummed in response and ignored him. For sure you'll be punished by him if you provoked him too much. But Ritsu, this time, he'll let it slide.

He placed his fingers on the piano keys and pressed it with grace. A melody came out of the piano and it caught your attention. It sounded gentle and comfortable, just like the pianist.

You remembered him humming the same song before cuddling you to sleep every late nights. Somehow, it became your lullaby from him.

The moonlight shines upon my fingertips, the stave whirling into the night

Trapped in the forest of sleep, I think of you whom I can't be with

He can see himself in the middle of the forest, where the moonlight shined upon him. He can see himself reaching his hand to the gentle rays that peeked through the leaves of the trees and cupped it as if he held it like the knight he is.

His body asleep, yet his soul awake. He is trapped in there while you remained in his deepest thoughts in the midst of his sea of memories. The only thing he felt in his sleepy journey is your presence, where he can only feel even without you near him.

I feel you beside me, in this darkness where there is no one else

He pressed the keys, releasing a beautiful melody from the piano. All he could think of is you whenever he sang this song. You beside him, you sleeping with him, and him in your arms, where he felt safe from all of his worries in his sleep.

He sounded like he longed for someone, someone he couldn't see but he felt their presence. Though alone, he will always feel that someone is beside him.

Your beautiful smile, it's like it could melt into the sun

Ritsu can only think of your smile. Your smile brightened his sleepy nights. Whenever you wake him up, he only thought of your smile. He only search for your smile when he wakes up and it happened when you saw him awake from his slumber.

"Ritsu..." You quietly muttered his name. You are listening to... his song. A song made by him and him alone.

Even in a world where we cannot intermingle

I am not alone right now

Though close by distance, you are too far for him to reach. It's as if you're worlds apart.

In the dead of night, with my sleeping breath, Song for you

Because I'm singing a melody that brings us together

He glanced at you and the moment he was about to, you are sitting beside him and laid your head on his shoulder. He smiled at his own progress. He was far from ending it yet he knows it touched your heart. It's just like how Knights' songs touched heart

And how your presence touched his own.

His voice sounded like a lullaby, calm and gentle, like a mother lulling their baby to sleep. But him, it's in his quiet nature. It left you in a daze, letting you enter your own reverie.

Just my piano, the moon and you, in a transparent sky

You can imagine yourself leaning on the piano as he played it under the starry sky. The water rippling at your every movement and mirroring the sky. It feels like a dream. You held out your hand as if to reach the stars. You are on your toes, aiming higher to reach it. A shooting star showed up on your view and your eyes sparkled more than the starry sky.

They simply kept existing kindly in the depths of my heart

The way he saw your smile made his night even more beautiful. His serenade made you wander in his dreams. His nocturne made you dance as your feet on the water created ripples in its wake.

While the tedium persists, by letting my fingers dance

His fingers danced on the keys. It so graceful that it speaks out, "It's my music, my song, and my piano. A melody that I own alone."

I come to know a sadness that resembles feelings of unrequited love, but

A drop of water fell from the sky. You held out your hand and it became a light shower. You felt like rain existed in your imagination. It touched your heart. It felt that sorrow and loneliness embraced him and you.

Even in a world that we cannot share, I won't lose sight of you

You felt like your body was swayed by the wind. You realized that it's Ritsu dancing with you. He turned you for a spin and held you close to him.

His first dance is his last in your reverie, but it will remain as a memory.

No matter where you are, an unchanging Song for you

He cupped your cheek and held you tighter on his embrace, as if he didn't want to let you go. You held the hand that cupped your cheek and let out a sigh of content, which you let out in your dreams and in reality.

Because I'm singing an eternal promise

You felt your eyelids became heavy and your heart beating loudly, loud enough for him to hear. Your souls are dancing but you remained there right beside him, listening to his nocturne.

Even if you can't hear me, I'm right here

Because even if I can't reach you, we're always together

'I know, Ritsu...' You answered him in your thoughts, hoping that he knew the same.

The pale blue moon connects us

Now, close your eyes and let us sing

"Even in a world where we cannot intermingle," You sang while he continued to play the piano. He let out a smile and continued for you. "Once again, towards the night you see somewhere."

"In the dead of night, with my sleeping breath, Song for you," He heard you hum along as he sang. He could hear you sing clearly. You remembered the very last line that etched in your mind for this very moment.

"Because I'm singing a melody that brings us together..."

Ritsu let out a finishing set of notes and his hand left the piano keys. He heard light breathing from beside him. He turned his head to see you're sleeping on his shoulder with a smile.

He chuckled lightly and patted your head.

"Sweet dreams, (Name)."

W/N:

HEUSHUEHSHEUDHD OKAY I AM GOING TO SHED TEARS BC THIS SONG CAN MAKE ME CRY I AM NOT LYING NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I READ THE TRANSLATED LYRICS I AM BAWLING.

[beyondthemic]

ACT II

I spent a lot of time with Beyonce's new album. I think it's just, .. it's impressive, in a way that only someone like Beyonce could possibly try and reach for (and then could actually achieve). You have takes on Buffalo Springfield, you have Beach Boys, Tina Turner, some R&B, I hear Prince, you obviously have Dolly and Willie.. but then it also throws in actual rap, and riverdance (!?) in a country sense, but then can still tie it all together? You get yours.. Slay Queen.

While the first track truly did GRAB ME (just love starting an album with such a proclamation: 'THEM BIG IDEAS BURIED HERE' - and my word, yes there are), really my attention was peaked when I hit YA YA and then I doubled back through the rest of it and began to truly appreciate what I think she was trying to do. And repeatability, you can continue to listen again and again and again and find more and more to appreciate - something I just didn't get on Renaissance.

My friend and I argued a lot about the 27 songs (Laughly, then, Taylor's new one..come on - 31 tracks!?). My original view/opinion was that it's because she really was just throwing everything against the wall and wanting to see what stuck… But.. i've changed my mind now. It's the 27 songs she needed to stretch this 'country act' genre to the fullest extent of her ability and and what she wanted this sound to be and what it COULD sound like. And like, I said, it's .. impressive. She does it.

Also, I personally hate covers of Blackbird. An old story.. Blackbird was the first fingerpicking song I learned on the guitar, and it's just so stunningly beautiful just that guitar alone that when I first heard lyrics over the top of it, I was flat out OFFENDED. And frankly, still kinda am to this day, even when I hear the original. I mean, I've grown… I get it, I like the whole thing now of course, and it's one the great songs of all time (side note: man, the Beatles were just truly prolific, weren't they?) OKAY sorry - so when I heard the decision to make an untouchable (at least to me) cover of Blackbird track 2 right after her claim THEM BIG IDEAS BURIED HERE, it's just.. the boldness. It's impressive. And it wasn't until I learned that John/Paul had originally intended for a black woman to sing that song in the first that you mind just melts a bit. Every choice on this album was just stupid intentional. It works. It's impressive. Slay Queen.

AND where do you go from here? Man, I have literally no idea, but it's clear she's got some insane skills, and insane range, and sign me up for Act III.

[casimirt]

Dear Readers,

I hope you enjoy the Ineffable Husband's Spring Cleaning.

Today was spring cleaning day. Both of the bookshops immortal occupants could click their fingers, and have both the Bentley and the shop clean in an instant. But, the shorter and considerably more conservative of the two always wanted to do it the 'proper' way. Like humans do, he had said. This greatly annoyed the taller and considerably more demonic one of the two.

While they didn't want to spend their sunday afternoon sweeping or stacking books, they also didn't want to leave their angel all alone to do it himself. So, reluctantly Crowley donned an apron and head band, and helped.

The bookshops doors and windows were agape and the street was filled with the sound of an old Shostakovich record. Dust filled the sunlight pouring in like little stars, and Crowley swept the stoop, glaring at any would-be customers. They were open, but not open open. Although there weren't any lyrics to this particular record, the angel was still singing alone to the tune, humming the bum-bum-bums and the da-da-das.

Aziraphale was in the back room tutting over the state of his book case of unmentionables. It seemed the demon had gone through them on a drunken rampage for something raunchy to read in bed. And while this didn't bother the angel, the fact that he had shelved them again in the wrong order, did.

Aziraphale was dressed in his usual buttoned up shirt and waistcoat. Though today, well today was spring cleaning day, so he was without his overcoat and tie. The sleeves of his powder blue shirt were rolled up to his elbows, and much to Crowley's delight, his collar was open. The top two buttons were undone by the serpent himself, for his own pleasure, and for the comfort of the warm and bustling angel.

While he was soft and round, the angel and gained considerable strength over the years from lifting large stacks of books. You wouldn't know by looking at him, but he was quite capable of not only lifting, but carrying the demon as well. And had even done so on several occasions. Crowley had paused his job to watch as Aziraphale crooned and caressed each book as he organised them. It was sweet really, how he treated them like individuals. The sun shone through the open Bookshop, and bathed both the angel and demon in its warm glow.

With a dab of his tartan handkerchief and a sigh, the shorter and considerably more warmer of the two began to unbutton his vest. With a clatter of the broom an less than two strides from their long legs, the taller and considerably more eager of the pair insisted on helping. Something mumbled about resting you hands for more shelving was blurted out, as Crowley carefully helped their angel out of his vest.

A small smirk crept over Aziraphale's face, as he allowed his demonic counterpart to some what shakily struggle with the buttons. Oh but he was so eager to be helpful, so the angel let him finish. It was sweet, to see Crowley in a state of flustered shyness, in helping his companion undress. Even if it was just an antique old vest.

Considering Aziraphale was always dressed properly, in every sense of the word, seeing him like this felt practically immodest. But immodesty was the demon's favorite thing. They sat back and watched their 'scantily clad' angel get lost in his work. Admiring how delicious he looked in his pale blue shirt, and how in the afternoon warmth he was working up a bit of a sweat.

Crowley, who had long finished or rather given up on sweeping, had begun to move his many plants outside for some extra sun. They had been told off for staring and not helping by their angel, and had decided to switch jobs.

To say it took him a while to shift them all was an understatement. By the time he had gotten the last pot outside, it was almost time to bring them in again. He planned to leave it to night fall, and just miracle them in once Aziraphale was asleep. But they were outside for now, and Crowley could finally help their angel re-shelve several big stacks of books.

They were under strict instruction on how to do it, and if they were honest, they kinda liked it. It wasn't often Aziraphale had to use a stern tone or slightly deeper voice with Crowley, but if given the right hint of flirtation it could work wonders. On one occasion it worked so well, that it accidentally started some big fire in Chicago back in the 1870's.

For now, it was doing its job of getting his books put back exactly how he liked them. Crowley was also enjoying being bossed about, and having the chance to 'accidentally' bump into or brush past his angel. Not only did it allow them to touch, but he also got scolded for it...

There were only so many books to organise, so eventually they were done. The shelves were dusted, tomes alphabetized and sigils re-chalked and re-hidden under the round rug. Crowley had also taken the initiative to double check all the fire extinguishers were in place and in date. They also made sure there was a back up to the back one hidden under the couch.

Once the cleaning was done, and they had taken a moment to admire their hard work, Aziraphale made them some iced tea, and they sat together in the sparkling bookshop, and enjoyed it all. Cool glasses clinking in triumph, and satisfied smiles from them both, the spring cleaning was complete.

[waterparksdrama]

Oh but could you maybe please explain the 7pm thing??? I only know of the snow globe lyrics related to that dhdvsbsh

"saturday 7pm" is a recurring motif awsten began on may 28, 2018

hand in hand with awsten in jawn's old apartment and a heb orange juice, this seems like an announcement of some kind, right? kinda. awsten wouldn't actually do anything with this vague time or day until literally the year later after the announcement of the "deletion" of friendly reminder.

then blah blah blah fandom and all that album art that had thought into it but a stupid title and some other ironies if you read into some of the lyrical content more. it's here that awsten explains that saturday 7pm not only is supposed to tie into entertainment by acting as a sort of "premiere" date for its tapes but is "meant to represent unending hype. Like the concept of Dream Boy, Saturday 7PM is another unattainable thing that we have to live up to. It's set hype that we either have to maintain or top every week which will eventually ultimately lead to disappointment. Disappointment that I/we can't be what people want or give them what they're looking for from us."

you can read the rest of that by clicking through the image link if you want.

tl;dr saturday 7pm is a recurring motif meant to disappoint you and if you're actually expecting something new to come soon, you are literally gonna have to wait a couple months for it at least for an announcement lol - iz

[squeakyfir]

The Love from a Skeleton [Jack Skeleton X Reader]

Plot: Halloween... The time of year you absolutely hate. Not because of the ghouls and monsters, you enjoyed that kind of thing, it's because of trick or treaters. They get free candy and whine and complain to their parents if they didn't get what they expected, which is the whole bowl of candy. Anyways, since you don't celebrate that holiday, you decide to go for a late stroll through the woods on the hiking trail. While walking, your whole life changes. And I mean that literally... Everything started to change drastically until you find trees with holiday symbols on it. One of them being a Jack-o-lantern. Being curious, you enter through the door and discover a world that would represent a children's book written by Stephen King. But the leader of this place was a king. Not just any king... A pumpkin king. His name is Jack Skellington. He's a very tall and slender skeleton with a pinstripe suit, a black cat bow tie and ghost dog named Zero. He discovers you and welcomes you to Halloween town until he can figure out how to send you home. But this place is perfect! No taxes to pay No drama And no more loneliness Jack believes that your hideous. But don't worry, hideous in the Halloween town definition means... Beautiful. Enjoy! *I do not own the Nightmare before Christmas. All rights belong to Tim Burton and Disney™*

Chapter 2

Previous ~ Next

Jack, the skeleton, went through the gates. You went over the wall and silently followed after him. He seemed to be thinking deeply as he walked down the dirt path. There was a large tombstone that you could hide behind, so you ran over to it and crouched down behind it.

You peeked out from the side and saw that he stopped at a small grave. From where you were, it looked like a dog house. Jack, the skeleton, bent down a bit and pat his leg twice and continued to walk. You wondered why he did that but then a ghost came out of the ground. It was a small ghost with a head of a dog and the rest of it's body was like a cloth.

Jack then walked to a grave and rested his elbow on it and started to sing. It was a nice tune with a calming tone.

There are few who deny at what I do,

I am the best.

For my talents are renowned, far and wide.

When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night,

I excel without ever even trying.

Jack then jumped on top of two tombstones and made hand jesters to go along with his lyrics

With the slightest little effort of my ghost like charm,

I have seen grown men give out a shriek.

Jack jumped down from the tombstones and stood beside two big ones and seemed to be gloating about himself with the next lyrics he sang.

With a wave of my hand and a well placed moan,

I have swept the very bravest off their feet!

But just like that, his tone changed from sincere to depressing.

Yet, year after year,

It's the same routine

And I grow so weary of the sounds of screams

And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King,

Have grown so tired

Of the same old thing

You were still peeking behind the tombstone and saw Jack walking towards the spiral hill that was underneath the very large full moon while the ghost dog followed Jack.

Oh somewhere, deep inside these bones,

An emptiness, began to grow.

There's something out their far from my home.

A longing that,

I've never known.

Jacks tone changed from depressed to back to sincere and he seemed to be gloating about himself again. This time, he was explaining more about himself.

I'm the master of fright

And a demon of light

And I'll scare you right out of your pants.

You were still a bit far back so you carefully ran to different tombstones until you were close enough to see him better but his ghost dog almost saw you so you had to stop moving and sit still to keep watching Jack.

To a guy in Kentucky

I'm mister unlucky

And I'm known throughout England and France

Jack then did something a little cringy to look at. He took his skull right off his head and held it out in front of him like the way Shakespeare's play 'Hamlet' was depicted.

And since I am dead,

I can take off my head,

To recite Shakespearean quotations.

He put his skull back and continued to sing about himself like he was gloating.

No animal or man

Can scream like I can,

With the fury of my recitations

And once again, his tone changed from sincere to depressing.

But, who here, would ever understand,

That the Pumpkin King,

With a skeleton grin,

Would tire of his crown,

If they only understood,

He'd give it all up if he only could.

Jack then suddenly looked your way and you quickly ducked down just in time before he saw you. You took a very small peek and saw he was now walking dowm the spiral hill that unfolded down into a slope.

Oh there's an empty place inside of my bones,

That calls out for something unknown.

The fame and praise, come year after year,

Does nothing for these empty tears.

You saw that Jack was walking away from the cemetery and started hugging himself for his own comfort. You darted out from behind the tombstone to follow after him. You had to keep your distance so he wouldn't see you or hear you. The ghost dog was still following Jack and it somehow didn't pick up your scent.

You decided to take a moment and notice your surroundings more. It was like it was animated and changed drastically, like when you first encounterd the pumpkin door. You then felt something hit your head and you looked down to see a small rib bone. You picked it up and then heard a cute dog bark.

You looked up and saw that the ghost dog was coming towards you. You gasped and dropped the bone to hide behind a tree. You peeked out and saw that this ghost dog had a bright red nose, like Rudolph the red nose reindeer. It was so cute.

You tried to get a better look but a twig snapped and the ghost dog darted his head towards you and looked at you. Your eyes grew wide and you hoped it wouldn't give your position away, but it started barking and barking to alert Jack. You tried shushing it but it was too late. "Zero, what's wrong"?

You gasped and tried to run away but heard someone say, "OH! Hello there"! You turned around and saw Jack walking towards you with a smile on his face that turned into shock. "Why, your a human"!

You kept backing away in fear but Jack kept coming towards you. "No no no, it's alright, I won't hurt you". You stood there admiring this skeletons posture and liked what you saw. Most men from your town could care less about manners and etiquette. "Who are you"?

"(Y/n)".

"Well, (y/n), my name is Jack, Jack Skellington and this is my dog Zero". Zero, the ghost dog, flew towards you and flew around your head a couple times. "Me and Zero gladly welcome you but I must ask. How did you come here"?

"I went on a walk in the woods and found some trees with symbols on them. One of them was a pumpkin with a face carving and it led me here". Jack wasn't sure what you were talking about but it sure got him thinking. "Well, me and Zero gladly welcome your company"!

"Thank you. But do you know how I can get back to my home"?

"No, I'm sorry (y/n), I don't. But, if you'd like, you are more than happy to stay with me until we figure out how to get you home" Jack said joyfully.

"Oh no! I'd hate to intrude..."

"Oh nonsense! I insist! Come with us"! Jack then held out his arm like a gentleman. You smiled at him and took his offer. You both then started talking to get to know each other better, but there were other pressing matters to think about.

How are you going home?

What were those doors?

Can Jack really be trusted?

Who knows? But right now, all you can do is follow Jack and see what happens.