#evan screams lyrics at you

[moonysfavoritetoast]

SAY MY NAME LIKE A SLUR

BUT IVE BEEN CALLED WORSE

IVE HEARD IT ALL BEFORE

THIS ISNT A FIRST

[infictionalwonderland]

I NEED PART TWO OF THE MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N L/N!

. . . MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N Y/L/N FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT! (part2)

You cackled to yourself after sending the message into your groupchat, quickly returning to the video and beginning to play it again, occasional bursts of giggles slipping through your lips.

Resuming your place in the video—the first clip that began playing was actually from not that long ago at all. It was You, Kat Dennings, Elizabeth Olsen and Zendaya at Taylor Swifts Eras Tour (an experience you would genuinely never forget). Taylor was playing Lover and, in the clip, Kat had your face in one hand and the other wrapped around your waist, bringing you close to her body.

“Lover, can I go where you go—“ Kat sang with Taylor, singing all the lyrics to you and grinning at you, faces inches away from each other. “—Can we always be this close.” She punctuated this lyric with giving you an eskimo kiss.

You smiled sincerely at the memory.

The next clip began up, it was you and Chris Evans doing Playground Insults with BBC Radio 1: the two of you were sat opposite each other, knees touching, Chris was grinning goofily at you, giddy laughs escaping him as you tried to remain straight faced.

“—we’re here with Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N.” The presenters introduced.

“And we’re about to play Playground Insults . . Now Chris and Y/N are sat opposite each other,” the camera cut to you and Chris, him smiling largely and you looking away to contain your own, “the atmosphere is very tense.”

“We’ve done this quite a few times now but im thinking.. this is the biggest movie of the year, let’s make this the biggest playground insults we’ve ever done.”

“Yep.” Chris nodded, trying not to laugh.

“Chris, hun. . you’re ugly. Like, plain ugly.” You nodded seriously, immediately setting off as you feigned a pained wince to the words. “Everyone’s been talking about it. . just, you’re so atrocious to look at. Honestly, I almost feel arse over tits in horror when I saw you.”

Chris opened his mouth to say something but then faltered and pouted, “no matter how good of an actor I am, I could never even get those words out my mouth about you and make them sound genuine. Seriously.”

The third clip started—it was Chris Hemsworth on a carpet, a bold colourful question at the bottom said ‘WHO HAS THE MOST FANS?’. Chris immediately said, “Y/n.” In that deep Australian accent of his. “Not that I blame the people from choosing her to be the people’s queen, she is truly one of a kind. You’ll only ever meet one Y/n in your lifetime, cherish it. The fans have the right idea.”

It changed to Scarlett with the same colourful question at screen and at the same carpet event: “Oh, Yeah. Y/n, one hundred percent.” She chuckled huskily. “That woman has fans upon fans and seriously, I’m one of them. She is something else.” She grinned, winking at the camera.

After Scarlett, Paul Rudd came onto your screen in the very same clip. “Oh! The legend herself, Y/N Y/L/N.” Paul answered brightly, smiling. “The amount of fans she has is unbelievable—well, it’s definitely believable for someone like her, so, not really unbelievable..”

The forth clip began—it was you all playing Family Feud with Jimmy Kimmel, on his live show. Sebastian and RDJ were currently facing off; Jimmy posed the question “what, other than the sun, are some of the hottest things to exist?”

Sebastian got to the buzzer faster than Robert managed to and didn’t even falter or hesitate as he answered straight away, “Y/N Y/L/N.”

The audience immediately screamed laughed and shrieked in delight, RDJ just nodded his head in understanding and appreciation, clapping his hands. Chris Evans, Mark and Anthony on the other side all looked amused but ultimately accepting (Chris was nodding along almost subconsciously). You were on the other team, looking heavenward with a faint exasperated grin and Scarlet wrapped her arm around your waist, Chris Hemsworth smirking at you both.

The fifth clip started up: it was a behind the scenes shot from Endgame, the big final battle. You were currently in the middle of doing your own stunt, green screen behind you and harnesses strapped to you as you dangled at a halfway point in the air. Your arms and hands were positioned in such a way to show your character manipulating her powers—the position also very much enhanced your chest, with the added help of your superhero attire. You looked hot, even you could admit.

The camera mirthfully panned to some of the rest of the cast who all stood aside while you filmed your scene—said cast being Chris Evans, Tom Holland, Gwyneth Paltrow, RDJ, Elizabeth Olsen and Tessa Thompson. All of their eyes were fixated on you, Robert was the only one grinning in amusement (and awe) while all the others stared at you as though you hung the sun yourself.

“Boobies.” Lizzie giggled faintly, her eyes stuck. The rest of the cast watching dumbly nodded while the crew cracked up behind the cameras.

And if you screenshotted their dumbfounded faces looking ip at on screen you. . well that was your business.

The clip changed. It was now Karen Gillan being interviewed on some carpet event, looking genuinely breathtaking. The interviewer was asking, “—obviously, your friend and co-star Y/N Y/L/N has been in lots of iconic movies. . what is your favourite scene of hers in The Wolf of Wall Street?”

Karen paused with a cheeky little smile, giving the interviewer a a jokingly incredulous look. “Come on.” She simply said. “It’s a bloody no brainer, I’m certain it was Leonardo’s favourite scene too. . I hope it is anyway otherwise he’s a silly, silly man.”

At the same carpet event with the same interviewer, Chris Hemsworth was being interviewed—his wife, Elsa, on his arm and looking half ready to battle off any rude interviewers (queen).

“—what is your favourite scene of hers in Ocean’s 8?”

“All of them!” Elsa answered eagerly, grinning. “Her outfits really accentuated her personality and I enjoyed them very much so. Particularly her outfit for the gala. . the amount of accentuated personality, by gosh, it had me speechless.”

Chris turned her head, obviously trying not to laugh at his wife.

“Nunca he estado más celoso y agradecido por la ropa en mi vida.” Elsa hummed.

You blinked.

The clip changed to you, Sebastian, Lizzie, Paul, Jeremy and Jimmy all on his Tonight Show playing Musical Beers. The slightly unnerving music/beat played in the background while you all stalked around the circle, Paul and Jeremy already out—leaving you, Seb, Lizzie and Jimmy.

As you were all racing around the circular table, Lizzie very obviously swatted your ass and you were impressed with your own body as you watched that impact: the audience erupted into laughs and shrieks, Jimmy playfully covering his eyes as Seb smirked. You thought that would be the end of the clip, but no.

The very disco-esk tune briefly cut out and past time you thought that meant it stopped completely and you’d already reached for the red cup in front of you and chugged it’s contents, only to pause as the music began back up.

“Spit it back! Spit it back!”

You did just that—but when the music actually stopped and Seb was left standing in front of the cup with your (let’s not go there) in it, your mouth popped open in shock. Jeremy gladly backed away from the table in hysterics, Lizzie and Jimmy equally as amused.

“Oh my god, I am—“

Sebastian quickly downed the cup with. . those contents, not even looking all that perturbed.

“So sorry.” You finished, mouth agape.

You vaguely remembered a conversation you’d had with him after the show, sincerely and repeatedly apologising and he was just very, very amused with you. He didn’t seem to mind at all—what an odd man.

“It’s all good.” Sebastian chuckled lowly, wrapping the mortified looking past you in a one armed shoulder hug and squeezing you to him. Lizzie seemed to be trying to trade a very obvious eye message with you—the audience shrieked and screamed in the background.

Another clip began: its was you and Scarlett Johansson doing a trust fall thing, you thought (correctly).

“Scarlett I swear. .” You giggled, looking over your shoulder at the woman behind you—she grinned back at you amusedly, her eyes twinkling.

“Calm down.” She laughed herself. “I’ll catch you don’t worry, gorgeous.”

Still slightly overcome with nervous giggles, you turned and let out a breath as you shut your eyes before holding at your arms and falling back.

And catch you she definitely did—although her hands didn’t exactly land in a PG-13 area, you cackled as you watched her hands grope at your chest to pull you up. In the video, you were also wheezing as were the crew and Scarlett had a cheeky little smirk as she laughed.

When you were finally standing, she gave one last squeeze before finally letting go—on screen you was breathless with giggles.

“Always wanted to do that.” She shrugged simply with a large amused smile.

The next clip began—it was Zendaya and Tom Holland on LADBible, playing that how much do you agree or not game. The statement said was ‘Y/N Y/L/N is everyone‘s celebrity crush’.

Instantly, Tom and Zendaya moved their cups to strongly agree, both of them nodding in solid agreement with the statement: presently, you awed at your friends, ego very much boosted. Well. To be fair, all of this video was massively boosting your ego.

“I mean, come on.” Zendaya made a ‘duh’ face and shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s Y/N.” Tom smiled crookedly, adding onto her comment.

“I am so happy I get to now say that she’s one of my closest friends.” Zendaya beamed genuinely. “She’s—one of those people whose beauty isn’t just an external thing, she’s so lovely man.” She pouted, in awe of you.

Watching the video, you beamed back at her.

The clip changed: Mark Ruffalo was on the Graham Norton show, next to Nicki Minaj and an actor you couldn’t place.

“Who would you say your favourite co-star has ever been, Mark?” Graham inquired.

“I—i would probably have to go with Y/N—“ The crowd instantly erupted into cheers and yells and Nicki smiled next to him, stating that she loved you under the sound of cheering. Mark grinned back at her, mumbling ‘me too’.

“Yeah, she’s a hell of an actress, that one. So easy to work with. Funny as f—hell, she’s just—an extremely genuine and kind person, and she really brings the energy on set.” Mark grinned. “..she’s also the only free pass my wife has ever given me. Which I won’t be using! Because I don’t believe in cheating, it’s scummy! Even though she’s gorgeous—anyone would be lucky!” He had to rise to a shout at the end as the audience erupted.

Nicki giggled next to him, “me personally, I would use that pass.”

You gasped in laughter as you watched the screen, screen-recording it all so you could go back and watch it. Saving it to your folder titled PISSING MY PANTS HRLP

The clip changed yet again, showing a scene from the Winter Solider BTS. You and Sebastian were filming a scene where he had to shoot your character—you watched the ‘Winter Solider’ shoot your character multiple times making you go down with an agonised yell, crawling away from him.

As soon as CUT was yelled, Sebastian’s face dropped from his stone cold (wintery) expression and he raced to you, crouching next to you. He practically tugged you into his lap on the floor, holding you.

“Oh my fuck that—that just felt so real, Y/n. You know I would never hurt you right?” He asked, blinking repeatedly before a small smirk fell on his lips. “You’re way too pretty to injure doll. Can’t ruin your perfect face.”

On screen you huffed in mock anger, hiding an amused grin as you shoved at him—he still held you close to him though, so both of you fell backwards and burst into giggles.

You literally thought ‘I ship them’ as you watched the clip of Sebastian and yourself, forgetting that was you for a moment.

Another clip started up—another behind the scenes. It was you and Tom Hiddleston in Thor : Ragnarok. In the scene Loki was tied down to the chair and your character was meant to intimidate him—you watched yourself take out your character’s daggers and lean forward into his space. One leg leaned up on top of the arm of the chair, sliding one dagger just a hair above the skin of his neck while using the over the move his chin up to be angled to you as you mockingly smiled down at him.

You said your line as your character but Tom remained silent, mouth parted and eyes widened as he gazed up at you—speech failing him. (You knew that they actually decided to include this awestruck look in the movie—the amount of fucking edits you’d seen was unreal).

Eyebrows crinkling you nudged your knee into his chest and he snapped out of it, grabbing your knee in a gentle grip. “Sorry darling, words sometimes seem to fail me in your presence.” He muttered rather hoarsely, still staring up at you.

“I don’t fucking blame him.” Tessa Thompson murmured from behind you both, and the camera moved to show her staring at you in a similar awe.

Present time, you could barely hide your smirk. Literally the biggest ego boost. Of all time.

Again, the clip changed and it was now Natalie Portman looking gorgeous on a carpet event, being interviewed—“if you could have Jane explore another romance than Thor, who would it be and why?”

“Y/N!” Natalia enthused immediately. “Well—her character, but like. Both. Either. One for me, one for Jane. That—would be great. And why? Come on! She’s an absolutely beautiful woman, inside and out. She has this outward glow that you literally cannot and don’t want to look away from and that reflects so much in her personality—once you’ve interacted with her one time, you never want to stop. Ever. I’m not kidding.” She giggled.

Another clip started up quickly—a blooper of you and Chris Evans. In this scene, your characters were meant to kiss after an angsty, angry argument. You stormed into the frame, into the bedroom, completely in character—an angry expression on and ready to go at Steve.

Before you could even let out a single syllable to begin your lines, Chris immediately surged forward and took your face in his hands, kissing the living daylights out of you.

You both pulled back after a bit and you just started at him, questioningly (that kiss was probably one of your best ever, let it be known, Chris Evans was a fantastic kisser).

“I—I thought It’d be good for the scene. .” Chris trailed off bashfully, scratching the base of his neck, literally pulling the excuse out of his arse. In actuality, he hadn’t wanted to spare a moment of the scene where he could be kissing you, well, not doing so.

“Bull!” Scarlett exclaimed as she materialised in the doorway. “He just wanted to kiss you.” She told you, pointedly looking at the man.

“Yeah—i—“ He huffed a defeated sigh, pink-cheeked. “I’ve got nothing. She’s right.”

In hindsight, you thought to yourself, you should probably stop being so shocked when the fanbase starts shipping you with your costars.

The clip changed: now it was you, Elizabeth and Aaron on a carpet event together—all being interviewed at the same time.

“So, Y/n, how does it feel to be in a Maximoff twin sandwich right now?” The interviewer giggled happily, smiling.

Before you could open you’re mouth—“we’re really enjoying it.” Lizzie and Aaron replied at the same time.

The interview gaped and you simply rolled your eyes as the two smirked at either side of you, they’d been talking in sync ever since you’d first met them at the table reading.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t why?” Aaron grinned crookedly. “A beautiful, lovely woman in between us. Honestly, love, there’s not a thought in my head besides you.” He joked, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

“I completely support that.” Lizzie chirped in, “ever since I’ve met this gorgeous lady who i now acknowledge as my partner in everything—she’s taken up all of the room in my brain, and I couldn’t be happier.” She giggled, putting her arm around your waist.

In the middle of them both, with an arm over your shoulder and one around your waist—you simply sighed, sparing the giddy interviewer an exaggerated suffering expression.

Again, the clip switched—it was now another blooper of you in the Iron Man movie, the scene where you handed Tony’s arse to him in the boxing ring. Instead of acting as scripted, Gwen Paltrow got up from her seat and strode over to the boxing ring, stepping inside gracefully and planting one right on your lips.

Presently, you giggled as you thought back to this moment. Gwen was your impulsive queen. Your idol.

From the floor, RDJ squawked in shock, exclaiming about being cheated and betrayed and Gwen flung her stiletto off her foot at him without moving from your lips.

When she finally did, she simply smiled at you kindly, “you just looked so good that I couldn’t not kiss you, sweets.” She shrugged and you, on screen, laughed at her as you leaned back in to kiss her cheek.

(Unfortunately the scene was not included in the movie—but Gwen never wasted an opportunity to talk about it, and you, if the chance arose).

The clip moved onto another one—back to the Thor : Ragnarok movie, you and Heimdall were fighting together, however you missed a step in your stunt and ended up stumbling. Idris immediately caught you with a steady arm around your waist, full you to him so you could stabilise yourself.

You smiled up at him thankfully, squeezing his arm in gratitude (totally not because you’d just wanted to feel his bicep).

You watched as your on screen self get distracted again and Idris murmured to Tom who’d now appeared next to him, “I feel like it’s dishonourable how much I want her to fall so I can catch her again now.”

“Mate, trust me,” Tom laughed, “I completely understand. But she doesn’t need the rescuing.”

“That she does not.” Both men smiled fondly as they watched you.

Presently, you were actively refusing to blush.

A different clip started up—Florence Pugh was being interviewed, looking breathtaking in her green dress. “—did you take anything from set?” The interviewer was asking, smiling at Florence.

“Um—not much, just Y/n’s heart.” Florence immediately cracked up at her own joke, smiling widely. “And her underwear too.” She added.

The interviewer opened her mouth to say something more, giggling at Florence as she continued speaking: “and before you ask, no. I wouldn’t be selling, for any price. Finders keepers and all that shite—plus, she’s my girl, so. That rule applies even more so. No one else can take her heart. Or her pants.”

Watching your friend, you giggled at her cheesy smile at her words before getting distracted by your group chat, where multiple of your friends and co-starts had seen your message and were now responding. Your laughter increased tenfold as you opened the thread.

[siriussslut]

Hiii! Could you do a foursome between fem reader, remus, barty and evan? They are all close friends, at a party they try a new drug that makes you horny and somehow they all end up fucking each other, please!!!

i feel like you guys should know i wrote this while listening to short n’ sweet, THE ovulation album (most relatable lyric: i’m so fucking horny). miss carpenter ily

warnings: foursome, drugs, sex while VERY high, & lots of very yummy cum

masterlist

“what is it?” barty asks.

evan shrugs. “no clue. pandora got it from xeno, you know he always has the best shit.”

“well, let’s try it.” you pluck one of the gummies out of evan’s hand, reaching over remus, popping it into your mouth. it has a sweet taste and instantly melts on your tongue.

the four of you wait with bated breath for a few seconds. muggle drugs normally take a while to kick in, but many magic drugs are often instant.

you shrug. “nothing yet.” and lean back down on the sofa.

the three boys each take a gummy themselves. suddenly, the edges of your vision grow fuzzy. a giggle bursts through your throat.

“woah!” you laugh, your brain floating away from your head.

“what does it feel like?” remus asks, leaning down so your heads are level.

“jus’… good.” you slur, a shit-eating grin spread on your face.

“oh!” you watch evan’s pupils dilate, leaving nothing but a thin circle of brown surrounding the black.

it hits barty next, then remus.

your conversation devolves to nothing but giggles and slurred words. thank god you guys are in an empty room and not with the rest of the partygoers.

a movement catches your eye. “what’re you doing?”

remus is rubbing his crotch through his jeans, palming himself.

“dunno,” he mumbles. “so fucking hard right now.”

“me too,” evan groans. you glance at all three boys’ pants to see matching tents. you pull up your skirt to glance at your panties. they’re completely soiled, soaked through.

you stumble to your feet to find you’ve left a dark wet patch on the couch cushion.

“holy shit,” you mutter, lying down on the floor. barty follows suit, lying next to you, stuffing a hand past his waistband.

evan sinks to his knees beside your heads. “need help, lupin?”

remus pulls his cock out his jeans. it’s huge, fully erect. veins bulge along his length, leading to an angry red tip.

“fuck,” evan moans.

barty whimpers, pumping himself faster, eyes pinned on remus.

evan pulls remus past his lips, sucking.

remus groans, tossing his head back.

you flip over, straddling barty’s hips. the two of you strip down. you slide onto his cock, using your slick as lube.

he slips inside with ease, stuffing his massive member down your core.

you moan, thrusting along with him. you reach over to fondle evan’s cock, watching him destroy remus.

barty’s hands slip up your shirt, grabbing onto your bouncing breasts. you glance back at him. he’s lying on his back, face screwed as you fuck. his pupils are totally blown out, face flushed crimson. he looks beautiful.

you lean down, placing a wet kiss on his mouth. tongues explore each other, your hand still pumping evan’s boner.

you bite down on barty’s lip and he cries out. his cock jerks between your walls, his back arching as he comes.

warm semen fills your hole, spilling down onto his abdomen.

remus laughs as the two of you hump each other, coming in synchronicity. you squirt on barty’s cock, painting his stomach.

“of course crouch comes first.” evan seems to take this as a challenge, speeding his assault on remus’ dick.

remus’ laugh cuts off abruptly, his face going slack.

evan licks and sucks. your hand falls away from his balls, using all your energy to hump into barty’s soft cock.

remus groans so loud it’s practically a scream, shooting hot cum into evan’s mouth. evan swallows every last drop, never looking away from remus’ eyes.

once all of his babies are deep inside evan, and he seems to regain control, remus pulls evan back onto the couch, face-down.

somehow remus has another boner. he pulls away evan’s pants, slipping into his ass using the remainder of his come as lube. you and barty lie on each other, boneless, watching remus pump him full of another round of come, destroying evan’s hole.

[lonelychicago]

I've been listening to the prophecy by taylor and i have thoughts, so bare with me on this one.

some people might look at this thing like a superpower, like something cool to trick people with or scare the shit out of them.

tommy thinks of it more as a curse than anything else. a punishment from above— maybe he's done awful, terrible things in some pasts lives and now he's paying the consequences.

truth is, he doesn't know. he can guess, can try to feel his way through the dark like a lost, blind man, but he's probably never gonna know why he is the way he is, why he can see the things he sees.

it started around the time he was nine, he thinks. when he went to hug her grandma, and suddenly he had this vision— like a short movie playing in his head, of how his grandma would die.

tommy hugged her and then there it was in his mind, he could hear her heartbeat and saw her laying in bed, so calm and at peace in her sleep, when her heart slowly stops.

tommy remembers crying out, screaming, pulling away from her in fear, much to the confusion of everyone in his family. his grandma was okay! she was right there! no one believed him when he told them what he saw, what he felt.

(nana june died that very night, in her sleep. just like tommy predicted.)

tommy realized pretty quickly that this was not something he could share with anyone else. not when he ran into his teacher at the grocery store three weeks later and saw how the woman would die in a tragic car crash in just a couple of weeks. not when he kissed a boy for the very first time when he was sixteen and saw he would die from a freak accident at a football game, of all places— a fatal hit to the head would be the end of a life cut too short.

his life became a swirl of death and fear and loneliness.

he pulled away from everyone. what was the point anyway? if he knew the end of their stories? why get atta hed, get close, when he knew the specific details of their deaths and would have to bare that weight on his shoukders all on his own?

(he made the mistake once of falling in love when he was in college. with matthew— a guy who would die of old age, at ninety-five years old. at home, holding the hand of his husband... that was definitely noy tommy.

it was okay. he figured he could have some fun and enjoy whatever time he could. but it only earned him a broken heart and matthew calling him a freak when tommy explained why he couldn't say i love you to him, why he couldn't truly commit.

he has trusted matthew with his deepest secret, with this curse that tommy has no other choice but to live with it. and it ended up in tears and half the campus thinking he was a psycho.)

since then, tommy vowed to never make that mistake again. to keep his distance with people.

and he's been successful, for the most part. he has some friends, of course, but he doesn't let his relationships get too deep, keeping everyone at arm's length.

it's for the best, really.

and he's... not happy, but content. maybe. comfortable.

until evan buckley comes crashing into his life, figuratively and literally speaking.

the guy is— adorable.

tommy has no other word to describe him.

evan is energetic and enthusiastic, passionate about every single thing he says and does. he's reckless and loud and everything's tommy has soent a lifetime running away from.

when buck touches him for the first time, it sends electricity to every one of his nerves. it's intoxicating and amazing and warm, and tommy never wants it to end.

then, the curse kicks in. a little later than usual— as if mocking tommy, almost. teasing him with a tiny taste of what normal looks like and then reminding him he can never have it, not for real.

the first time buck touches him, it's at chimney's wedding— he's drunk and sweaty, cheeks pink and flushed and a boyish smile plastered on his face. he practically draps himself next to tommy's side, leans all his weight against him as he hums the lyrics of the song plahing in the background out of tune.

it's fun and heavenly for a couple of seconds, until tommy gets the vision.

buck in a month, maybe a month and a half. hanging from the firetruck ladder as the sky falls around him, lightning striking him right in the chest and making his heart stop.

[crepesuzette2023]

Beatles Books as vaguely defined friends and relatives at a party you attend with a new crush, whose name you keep mispronouncing.

The longer you stay, the more trouble you have remembering what the occasion was.

The lights keep changing. Shortly after you arrived, your crush shrunk to the size of a mouse, and scurried away. You’re on your own.

The Beatles (Bob Spitz) greets you, an attractive silver fox who seems to be shunned by most of the others. You wonder why. It’s as easy to imagine him as a crying wreck as it is to imagine him on a golf course. Here, There, and Everywhere (Geoff Emerick) disrupts your musings by pulling tapes from his mouth. Seeing your discomfort, he stops and hands you a photograph of John Lennon and Paul McCartney singing into the same microphone. As he does, his pupils take on the shape of hearts. Someone called George announces his intent to poison him.

Anthology (The Beatles) saunters in, puts eight arms around you, and promises to tell you the whole story. They proceed to speak in tongues, and throw popcorn at you. Stu Sutcliffe jumps from a pendant around their neck, lands on the floor, and scurries after your crush.

“It’s always like this,” says Body Count (Francie Schwartz). “I assume you don’t want to listen to my story about a gifted woman who got locked up for depression? That’s fine, I can also talk about frottage, and a certain man’s curves.”

“Oh, stop it,” says John (Cynthia Lennon). She turns to you. “My advice is: Turn around and run as fast as you can.” She demonstrates what she means by disappearing, leaving behind a purse filled with cheerful letters and drawings of herself getting married and giving birth. Everything smells of olive oil. Francie spots Loving John (May Pang), and rushes to her, greedy for gossip. Loving John (May Pang) is everyone’s favorite, because she doesn’t really know anyone very well, but she knows how to make everyone feel comfortable by saying things that make sense in the moment.

Living the Beatles Legend: The Mal Evans Story (Ken Womack) ends up taking her home; they both live at The Fringes. Her home is a little further than his, which is just this side of Weird whereas she’s all the way in Montauk, but he’ll make sure she gets there safely.

To make up for the disappearance of your crush, Remember (Mike McCartney) cuts your hair. Each snip of the scissors slots a black-and-white picture into your field of vision. Windows in time blow noise and heat in your face, and visions of a screaming band that looks a bit like the young Beatles. Then there’s the quiet heat of summer, towels rippling on the line, and a drain pipe screwed to the wall of a house. He talks about childhood, and you’re almost there, but you never will be, because he won’t let you in. His more verbose twin, The Macs (Mike McCartney), recites letters his brother and John wrote from Hamburg, but you can barely understand what he says, because he stuffed a tissue into his mouth.

“It’s only a story,” says The Lyrics (Paul McCartney). “Pleased to meet you. I’m a storyteller myself.” He sings a love song. “I must have thought about these things when I wrote it,” he muses. “Interesting. What a mind, as Linda used to say.”

He tears a few pages from a diary he kept in Paris in 1961 and hands them to you without comment.

At this point, the party is dissolving. Crocheted furniture floats away and stretches.

“Am I too late?” Skywriting by Word of Mouth (John Lennon) squeezes himself out of the lowest drawer of an antique desk, where, judging from by his crinkly pajamas, he slept. “I’m in pieces. Mend me with glue.”

“I will, I will!” Tune In—All These Years, Vol I (Mark Lewisohn) yells ecstatically. “I’m so glad you could make it Sit down with me and celebrate the heritage of Liverpool.”

Skywriting drapes himself around Tune In, who starts purring and rutting against him.

“Excuse me?” It’s The Fifth Beatle: The Brian Epstein Story (Vivek Tiwary), torero boots clicking on the invisible floor as he strides towards the couch. A spotlight follows him. “I’m managing this show, and I insist on expanding the scene.” Around them, a hotel room forms.

Skywriting lights a cigarette. “Join us in bed, Bri.”

“Yes,” moans Tune In. “I’m so lonely. I’m the oldest of a triplet, or so they say, but the other two haven’t been born yet.”

The Fifth Beatle sits down and observes the unhinged biography losing himself in the friction of rubbing against the shapeshifting Skywriting. Finally, things reach a conclusion.

“And so,” says The Fifth Beatle, “what partially was, finished.”

“Stop repeating lines from a bad movie, Brian," says Skywriting, "you’re better than that.”

As you try to plot ways to escape through the skylight, The McCartney Legacy, Vol 1 (Sinclair & Kozinn) slides out from under the bed, a broad-shouldered lady in a bright red dress. A half-hatched alien with long legs and sunglasses squirms between her breasts, and makes mouth percussion sounds.

“Gentlemen.” The McCartney Legacy retrieves a very, very long rosary from her pocket. “Is anyone interested in an exquisitely crafted, finely wrought chronology?”

At the sound of the word “chronology,” The Beatles (Hunter Davies) crashes through the ceiling.

“Don’t fall for it!” The Beatles snatches the vocalizing baby alien from The McCartney Legacy’s chest, and kills it by wringing its neck. “Time stopped in 1968. The only valid extension are my own salacious additions. Strictly off the record.”

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that,” says The Fifth Beatle.

You exchange a glance with Skywriting, who is plucking pieces of Tune In from his body like children snatch pieces of dough, and sticking them in his mouth.

A camera clicks.

“Excellent.”

The Eyes of the Storm (Paul McCartney) lowers the camera, and changes into a suntanned, gleaming likeness of George Harrison. Then he changes into a fish.

“Everyone looking at the pictures will think they know,” the fish says. “They’ll have no idea!”

The floor dissolves under you. You fall into a pool, just in time to save your crush from being sucked into the drain, and after a barely audible edit you find yourself back home, with no memories at all, the taste of chewing gum in your mouth, and wearing matching tops saying, I visited Fellini’s Satyricon, and all I got was this lousy t-shirt. (ETA: I can't believe I forgot about Dreaming the Beatles (Rob Sheffield). I guess I'll have to include him in the inevitable sequel to this...thing, as the +1 of John and Paul: A Love Story in Songs (Ian Leslie).)

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— STANDING NEXT TO YOU

SUMMARY : aka part two of scream (you make me feel like it’s Halloween). Just a continuation of the special night that is Halloween and the reader’s birthday.

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw(18+), smut, fluff, flowers, overstimulation, oral sex (f. receiving), spitting

WORD COUNT : 4.4k

A/N : title from jungkook’s song (THE LYRICS OMG 😫). saw @spnkinkevents and I was motivated to write a ‘part two’ for the previous story, hehehe. this was very fun, also glass dildos are so pretty. 

There was nothing to hold onto above the pale, green car she was laid over. She could only grip the loose sleeves of the black robe Dean was wearing and she could see the white mask covering Dean’s face quite clearly even in the abyss around them.

Trembling and whimpering his name, she came for the sixth time that night just with his fingers. The cold of the car’s metal hood evanesced beneath her flushed and sweaty skin, and Dean’s fingers continued to pump in and out of her. Lascivious and wet sounds filled the garage, mingling with her panting and breathless praises for the pleasure Dean was making her feel.

No one has made her as wet as Dean has managed to, not daydreaming of Chris Evans or Oscar Isaac, and unfortunately, not even a fantasy with Henry Cavil. She couldn’t say that out loud though, it would go to Dean’s head, and she’d never be able to recover from it. Neither would the now-sensitive flesh between her legs.

Dean lovingly massaged her tense thigh with one hand. With the other, he rubbed his palm against her sensitive clit, still with his two fingers buried inside her warmth. Wetness was trickling down his knuckles, onto the car.

The movement of his hand slowly came to a stop. Hand trapped between her strong thighs, Dean pulled his two fingers out of her pulsing vagina and gently used his fingers to play with her slick and the cum on his fingers. “That’s it, baby, you’re doing so good,” he praised, spreading the essence of her orgasm over her labia and tender clit.

He lowered her legs from the hood of the car and pulled her underwear up her legs. She whined at his efforts to pull up the soft lace until they covered her soaked core, knowing it’ll feel uncomfortable, but appreciated it anyway. He made sure nothing was twisted and that she was comfortable before speaking up at last,

“So…” With his clean hand, he brushed some of her hair away from her face. Lovingly, he caressed her cheek and smiled softly behind the mask when she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. “How's it going so far?” He asked quietly, lowering his hand to ghost his fingers over her lip.

She opened her eyes again, pouted, and reached up to play with the mask, “I want to see you…” He laughed, pondered playfully and shook his head. “I want you to use your mouth… to kiss me everywhere… to taste me…” His fingers froze on her chin and he started to imagine the feeling of her skin beneath his mouth, the taste of her on his tongue.

“Y’know, that sounds awesome,” he started dreamily. He paused for a while, then wrapped his fingers around her small wrist to pull them away from his face again, “but it’s more fun like this.”

She crossed her arms over her chest playfully and looked away from the mask with a deeper frown. He grinned at her reaction, but pretended to ignore her by leaning over her, snaking his hands beneath her body to pull her body flush with his.

“Come on, sweetheart, let’s go to bed..” he whispered lovingly, making a point of nuzzling her face with the Ghostface mask covering his face. His voice was filled with mirth when he added, “to continue this over there.”

“Dean, I don’t think I can cum that many times!” She exclaimed with disbelief, uncrossing her arms to push him back away from her gently.

“Uh, I’m pretty sure you can…” he teased, pulling her body towards him again so she was sitting up instead, and trailing his fingers down her spine. She shuddered and leaned against him. “But we can stop anytime you want,” he promised. Those simple words reignited the fire inside her.

It happened any time he verbally expressed the silent conversations between them, when he comforted her, put her needs first, took care of her, reassured her, checked in with her… especially when he did it during sex. No one else would treat her as amazingly as Dean did. She felt so damn lucky Dean was actually the type of man who didn’t complain about the bare minimum, who didn’t need to be told, who knew how to read the room…

She gripped his sleeves tighter and moaned softly, he blinked in bewilderment at her reaction. “Ah, fuck,” she mumbled, wrapping her arms around his waist. He hummed curiously. “Why do I still want you to make me cum?” She complained, squeezing him.

“So… that’s a yes?” He chuckled, slightly lifting her up off the hood of the car.

“Yeah, definitely,” she conceded excitedly, but screeched hilariously when he easily pulled her body over his shoulder. “Dean! Wai- please,” she laughed, grasping the black robe tightly at his sides.

“Careful, honey, I’m just taking us to my room,” he laughed softly, then gave her ass a hard swat that caused her to choke on a laugh, a moan leaving her instead. “If we weren’t walking down these stairs, I’d finger your pretty little pussy the whole way there,” he informed her, sliding one hand up the back of her thigh to brush his fingers against the wet spot on her underwear.

“I’m so not against that..” she giggled, feeling the blood slowly begin to rush to her head and her face becoming hot.

“Don’t tempt me… I already have a plan..” He warned, a hint of a small in his deep voice.

“Oh.. that’s really cute, Dean,” she teased, swatting his own ass from her current position when he finally got to the last step at the bottom. He laughed, soft and sexy. “How long have you been planning this?” She wondered curiously, crossing her arms.

“Uh… since Valentine’s Day,” he admitted, almost shyly. She beamed… at his ass really, but that wasn’t the focus, as great as it looked with each swish of the very smooth robe.

“Valentine’s Day was great,” she sighed dreamily.

“Remember when romance made you cringe viscerally and the thought of sex made you—and I’m quoting you here—wanna vomit from your vagina?” She bursted out laughing, wiggling around uncontrollably as she tried to breath. He ended up lowering her from his shoulder so she faced him, her legs and arms wrapped tightly around him, clinging to him as she laughed into his neck.

“Well.. I’m glad you proved me wrong instead of letting me date some asshole who’d prove me right..” she said when she calmed down, then frowned at the mask on his face. Quickly, it was hot to stare at it, when he tilted his head and squeezed the bottom of her thighs.

There were so many unspoken words, some overdue that hung in the air. Both of them just somehow knew what they wanted to say, what they meant with their words or lack thereof. She broke the comfortable silence to ask, “how’d you come up with this?”

Dean snorted and kicked the door to his room open as he replied, “Charlie said she did the same for Stevie… I thought I’d give it a try….” He trailed off, then stared at the fake candles he’d turned on and the different flowers that decorated his room. There was some Halloween spirit, like the string of colourful, plastic spider LED lights that hung from the shelf above his bed. He set her down and turned her around to look at what he prepared for her. “But it’s up to you to decide whether this was a good idea or not.”

Everything in her body slowed down almost to a stop as she analysed and examined Dean’s room. A smile slowly crept onto her face and she was so happy she started tearing up. Dean had a habit of going all out…

She could see a couple of red tulips on his now-empty desk, the scent of orange blossoms wafted up her nose and she could see them placed randomly around the room. There was a set of daffodils on the table beside his door, a bundle of both pink and red carnations resting on the green couch. It was random, but cute.

Some things stood out, odd in the midst of a completely romantic setting, such as the green cooler that was usually in the Impala, a pot on his desk next to the flowers, an opened box on the table next to the daffodils… but other than those oddities, it was adorable and hot that he did all this.

“This is why you wanted me to run?” She asked softly with a huge smile on her face, glancing back at him.

“Yup,” he replied simply, exuding shyness. He walked around and took the bouquet of flowers he’d set in the middle of the bed. The bouquet of flowers that he prepared for her himself—well, with some help from Donna and the nice lady at the flower shop.

“Oh, come on, you’re supposed to be scary right now…” She became flustered and just stared at her favourite flowers—Lily-of-the-valleys and forget-me-nots—mixed together prettily in his hands. She looked up at him while chewing on her lip and noticed his anxious body language. “I’m kidding, I love it when you’re shy, but please… let me see you right now,” she murmured, reaching up to lower the hood of the robe.

He nodded to let her take the mask off, too, ignoring the smack it made when it fell to the ground. A blush had suffused across his face and she smiled lovingly at the sight of him, his cheeks visibly a shade pinker even in partial darkness. He leaned into her soft hand when her thumb brushed softly against his freckled cheekbone and he squeezed the flowers as his eyes fell shut.

“I love you,” she told him tenderly, then wrapped her other hand around the flowers to accept them. He didn’t let go of them, instead, he stepped closer to her, leaning forward and nuzzled into the side of her face. His lips brushed softly against her cheek and she smiled, her beating fast.

He wrapped his free arm around her and started to walk her backwards until they got to the side of the bed. “So…?” He asked when he pulled away, then bit his lip.

She looked up at him through her lashes and finally pulled the flowers away from him to admire them. Her gaze flickered down to them and she chuckled softly, brushing her fingers against the white and blue petals of the two different flowers. She lifted them up to her face, burying her nose into them, the scent of springtime filling up her senses and reminding her of Dean.

“I mean, clearly, I love them,” she finally answered and breathed them in once again.

“That’s really.. awesome,” he commented distractedly, taking the bouquet from her despite the dramatic frown that settled over her face. He set them down in the cute pot on his desk and she bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.

He turned around with some bobby pins—after rifling through a drawer—and some baby’s breath in one hand. He stepped close to her and reached up to her hair, fixing it so that he could clip some of the pretty and small, white flowers on each side of her hair. His green eyes moved across her face lovingly, slowly taking in every inch of her. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered with a reverent smile.

She averted her gaze and pursed her smiling lips, nodding bashfully. A darker shade of pink settled on her cheeks and she cleared her throat, before glancing back up at Dean who looked way too smug all of a sudden. “I think you’ve had a long enough break…” he trailed off seductively, his fingertips ghosting up her hip, curving up to her back to undo the clasp of her bra. “Need anything? Water? Tea? A snack?” He murmured, leaning down to kiss her shoulder as he slowly lowered each bra strap.

“Uh, I’m… a bit thirsty,” she replied quietly, closing her eyes and letting her body move in sync with his. Her head tipped to the side so he could leave a trail of hot kisses across her chest. His mouth remained on her clavicle as his teasing fingers travelled down her body to pull her underwear off, leaving her only in those long, white thigh-highs.

“Lay down,” he ordered gently, bumping a finger under her chin affectionately. “I have another gift…” he trailed off, walking towards the couch where he had the green cooler which usually remained in the backseat of the impala.

“The water..?” She asked jokingly, climbing into the bed where there were Heliotropium and Cleome flowers scattered around. She picked a few up off the bed distractedly and watched him pull out a cold bottle of water with droplets of melted ice falling to the floor and around his hand. She bit her lip and looked back up at him, his gaze knowing and flirtatious.

He licked his lips and smiled, his eyes dropping down to her breasts and her parted legs. She opened her mouth, silently asking for water, like a little bird. His eyes flickered back up to her face. As he began unscrewing the cap, she closed her eyes and waited, feeling him standing with his knees pressed into his bed. He quietly closed the bottle up again.

He instead grabbed her chin and tilted it upwards, her lips remained parted, but she opened one eye curiously. He was taking too long, and she opened both eyes to watch him with confusion, glancing down at the closed water and then up at his face again. She swallowed when she saw the mischievous shimmer in his green eyes, her hands slowly moved up to his wrist as he towered above her.

He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip, asking her to open up again while he collected saliva in his mouth. Her face heated up and her pussy clenched around nothing as she watched him. She even leaned closer to him and let him spit in her mouth when he was done. She stared him in the eyes, her body on fire with lust. Without hesitation, she closed her mouth, mixed her own saliva with his, and swallowed.

“Dean…” she whined softly, tugging him towards her. “Please,” she begged, taking the bottle from him to let it fall on the bed. He didn’t budge, so she led his hand down between her legs and slowly started to grind against his palm.

“Isn’t it better like this?” He asked, his voice gruff. He bowed to brush his lips against her parted mouth, breathing in her airy breaths. He pecked her lips and pulled away teasingly, so she’d chase his lips for another kiss, then dove back in for a slightly deeper kiss. “Depriving you… of my mouth… for so long… that you… end up wanting it… real badly… even when.. it’s already on yours…?” He asked between deep kisses, letting her use his hand for her pleasure.

She moved her hand away from his wrist to hold his face in her hands, taking control of the kiss. She bit down on his plump lip, tugged on it gently before she sucked softly, drawing a growling moan from him. “I could fucking devour you,” she mumbled against his lips.

“I know you can…” He smiled, rubbing quick circles on her clit, only to suddenly stop.

“No.. Please… fuck me,” she nearly sobbed.

“Soon,” he vowed hoarsely, randomly reaching out to tease her nipple with two fingers. He got the desired effect and smirked when she cursed under her breath, squirming impatiently and arching needily into his touch. “Lay down.. and have some water while I get things ready again, sweetheart.” He licked at his palm, tasting her arousal on his skin, and made his way to the box on the table by the door.

His body hid whatever it was from her, but as he turned around, she saw he had something wrapped in one of his hand towels and a bottle of lube in his other hand. She distractedly reached out for some water and took large amounts of it until her mouth regained its moisture. He was using the towel to clean it up or to dry it up. Once he was satisfied, Dean revealed a surprisingly artistic and large glass dildo.

“Whatcha think?” He asked with a grin, climbing into bed with her.

“It's pretty,” she replied, eyeing the long clear and pink glass.

“It goes with the heart one I bought for Valentine’s Day,” Dean explained, wiggling his brows. She nodded and giggled, eyeing the pink, crescent moon-shaped end of the dildo.

“Are you trying to tell me you want the glass tentacle one?” She teased. He faltered at her words and sputtered, denying any such thing. Despite being flustered, he snapped open the scentless lube with one hand and parted her legs. She eyed him knowingly, ignored the tickle of delicate flower petals on her skin, and relaxed on the bed.

“Can you get naked now, too?” She asked, focusing on his movements. He squeezed some lube onto the dildo and moved his hand up and down along the length of it to evenly spread the liquid.

“In a little,” he grinned cheekily, lowering himself down in the space between her open legs. He dropped the lube and the small, blue towel next to her body and kissed her knee. She smiled and bit her lip, extending her hand to pat the top of his head playfully.

He looked up at her through his thick lashes, narrowed his eyes at her, and trailed his lips up her thigh to plant a kiss on her clit. She breathed shakily and laughed softly, burying her fingers in his soft hair.

“Ready?” He asked, pushing two fingers into her pussy and teasing her clit with the smooth tip of the glass. She moaned a little ‘yes’ and her walls clamped down around his thick fingers. For good measure, he pushed a third finger into her, stretching her around his skilled fingers.

He pulled his fingers out of her, wrapped his arm around her thigh to spread her open. His wet fingers dug into her flesh and he leaned forward to flick her clit with the tip of his tongue as he gradually pushed the lubed up toy into her warm walls. The glass felt cold inside her and she gasped at the sensation. She tipped her head back when he started to pull out only to push in deeper, and slowly let herself fall back onto the flower-covered bed.

He circled her clit with his tongue, drooling onto her pussy, and made sure she knew he was only planning to push the toy halfway into her. She whined softly, her back arching and hips moving in an attempt to make him push in deeper.

“More,” she whispered, but mewled his name when he purposely and expertly pressed into the spongy tissue on the front of the inside of her vagina. He repeated the motion over and over and placed his mouth back on her clit, using his lips to toy with it to make her more frustrated.

“No, we’re starting like this,” he mumbled against her clit. His pink lips brushed gently on her clit and occasionally, he would lap on it up and down.

“S-starting?” She gasped, reaching up to cup her breast in one hand while keeping the other on the back of his head.

“Unless you wanna start deep first?” He asked, pushing the toy two inches deeper. Having a round middle, the dildo brushed both against her g-spot and something else inside her that made her cry out in pleasure. “That’s right, baby, you sound so goddamn beautiful,” he murmured, lifting his face to kiss the base of her stomach. “Want it deeper?” He inquired, deliberately trailing wet and hot kisses up her body. “There’s still a bit left.” He sat up on his legs and pushed the dildo in the rest of the way in so only the moon-shaped end remained outside of her.

She squirmed eagerly when it brushed against her cervix, her toes curling and legs spreading wider. He let go of the toy and sat up to pull his costume off. She opened her eyes at the sound of his clothes ruffling. She scrutinised him and lifted her body up by leaning against her elbow as he tortuously pulled the robe upwards and off his body. She reached down to pump the toy in and out of herself, casually staring up at him when he stood on his knees between her legs in his black boxer briefs.

He contemplated her hungrily, biting his lip.

“Wanna fuck yourself with it, baby?” He murmured and palmed at the tent in his boxers.

“I just wanted to show you how much I wanna cum again,” she panted out a laugh, stared down at his hand that rubbed at his erection over the cotton of his briefs, “take it all off, Dean.” He chuckled and looked away, then did as she asked. He got off the bed and pulled them down slowly, but instead of positioning himself between her legs again, he grabbed his pillow to place it under her hips.

“I already know how much you love dick,” he teased with a huge smile, waiting beside her on the bed to place the pillow where he knew she would appreciate it.

“Yours,” she corrected, and stopped pushing the glass in and out of herself to lift her hips just enough for him to push it beneath her. He kissed the top of her head and then her forehead, and regained control of the movement of the toy.

“Tell me what you want,” he asked quietly, kissing her shoulder. He was still sitting beside her and searched for her lips, for a kiss. She laughed softly, turned to face him instead of at the hand shoving the toy into her.

“I want you,” she murmured against his cheek. She trailed her lips over to his and kissed him gently, “but right now, I want you to show me what you had planned for me tonight.” He sucked on her bottom lip and teased it with his tongue before pushing it into her warm mouth.

He temporarily stopped pleasuring her with the dildo, kept it shoved inside her to circle her clit with his thumb. She held the side of his face to angle his mouth for a more passionate kiss, then reached down to wrap her forefinger and thumb around the head of his cock when he deepened the kiss the way she wanted.

“Can you cum for me at least three times tonight?” She asked, kissing down his neck and sucked softly on his pulse until she left a mark. He moaned loudly, sliding his leg beneath hers as he spread his. “Cum like this—on my hand, then in my mouth, and then inside me…” she explained, her pussy clenching around the slippery, glass dildo.

She licked and nibbled on his neck and thumbed the leaking tip of his cock, pulling away from him to admire the pleasure on his pretty face. She smeared the precum over the tip and trailed her fingertips down teasingly to massage his balls instead.

“Fuck.. I’ll do that, baby,” he agreed. She kissed him in response and let go of his dick when he started to move in between her legs again. He leaned over her and gave her a smug little smirk that she couldn’t resist. She smiled up at him shyly and spit in her hand before gripping his cock again.

He immediately started up again, mercilessly fucking her with the toy so she nearly became unfocused on his cock in her hand. He kissed her deeply, teeth clashing, tongues licking, sucking and biting passionately at each other lips and tongues. She synchronised each jerk of her hand with the thrust of the dildo inside her, swallowing his grunts and throaty moans.

She squeezed his cock at the same time that she clenched around the toy, and snaked her free hand behind his head again. The sounds of their pleasure echoed through the concrete walls. Her quiet moans increased and her gasps became more ragged. It wouldn’t be the first time she came without clitoral stimulation.

She still ached for more, even at the edge an orgasm. She moved away from his mouth with a loud moan, but continued to jerk him off sloppily. His hips moved forward into her hand and he began to kiss down her neck, his wet lips desperately sucking and kissing at her skin. In between the hot sounds he made, he growled her name and praised her, verbalising all the things he loved about her.

“I’m gonna cum, sweetheart,” he murmured, shallowly pumping the dildo inside her. Knowing her body, the tip of the dildo tapped pleasurably against her cervix, the rest of the toy was angled to rub at her g-spot and other pleasure zones inside her. She grunted softly and roughly pulled at the strands of his hair despite the delicious graze of his teeth against her pulse.

“Please, cum with me,” she moaned, clamping down on the now-hot glass inside her. “I wanna hear you, Dean,” she begged breathlessly, his cock throbbing hotly and twitching in her soft hand. He grazed her earlobe with his teeth and hummed deeply, sounding almost like a growl as he spilled on her hand and her skin. She squeezed him tightly in her hand, holding him close as she orgasmed, murmuring his name like a quiet worship.

She trembled beneath him and guided his wrist to move the toy out of her. “Fuck, my poor pussy…” she whined with a laugh, letting go of his soft dick. She pushed him off her gently to squeeze her thighs together tightly.

“You okay?” He asked with concern, dropping kisses along her face.

“Oh. Yeah… I just need to come again,” she admitted, allowing him to part her legs with a hand. He chuckled at her and took the dildo from between her legs which was visibly coated in her come.

“Yummy,” he grinned down at her, licking the glass. She watched with darkened eyes, her breath catching when he sucked at the tip. It was new and erotic to watch him do that.

“That’s so hot, Dean,” she moaned, “please.”

“Okay, okay,” he laughed, and collected his cum from her stomach and pelvis with the dildo. “Well, I can use this beauty to shove my cum inside you. D’you want that?” He asked with a playful smile, biting his lip.

“Yes.”

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[wolfstaridiot08]

Feel like this needs to be done, so ALL of Conan Gray songs as marauders and co relationships (includes girls, and Slytherin Skittles, and black sisters)

Killing me - Remus to Sirius (the prank)

Lonely Dancers - Mary and Marlene (hear me out, they are dating Sirius and Remus and Sirius and Remus are clearly hitting it off in the corner drunk so they both sit there sipping their drink, and catch each other's eye and it's like "well, might as well" no real feelings but a nice one night thing)

Alley Rose - jegulus (Regulus worried James will lose him and then actually losing him)

Winner - Sirius to Walburga

Never Ending Song - A Potter and Pureblood Slytherin (Jegulus, Drarry, Scorbus)

Memories - 3rd book Remus to Sirius 

The Exit - Regulus to Sirius (imagine everytime the lyrics say girl, it's James)

Movies - Regulus to Barty (the ex is Evan)

People Watching - Peter (couple in beginning is Jily)

Disaster - Wolfstar

Best Friend - Platonic moonflower (it sounds like prongsfoot, but if you really listen closely it's not)

Astronomy - Nobleflower (it may sound like a Jegulus song but they have one like "socially speaking we were the same, with run away fathers and mothers who drank" that makes it Nobleflower not Jegulus, they're really similar if you think about it)

Yours - James before Lily noticed him

Jigsaw - Bellatrix to everyone (Rita, Voldemort, Her parents, etc;)

Family Line - Andromeda

Summer Child - James

Footnote - Unrequited Marylene

Telepath - Rosekiller

Overdrive - Pandalily

Heather - Regulus to James (Heather is Lily)

Maniac - Quillkiller

The Story - Sirius to Harry (boy and girl is Jily, boy and boy is Wolfstar, me and my friend, Regulus and Sirius) 

Wish You Were Sober - Marylily 

Comfort Crowd - Platonic moonwater

Online Love - Remus and Grant

Checkmate - Mary to Sirius

The Cut That Always Bleeds - Evan to Barty 

Flight or Fight - Sirius arriving after Azkaban to realize Remus has moved on with Grant (this was really hard)

Affluenza - Evan (just listen it's him)

(Can We Be Friends?) - Sirius and James meeting each other for the first time

Little League - The Marauders and co graduating Hogwarts and joining the war (I imagine it's mainly James, Regulus or Remus who are singing) (also the lyric "where did all my friends go" just screams marauders)

The King - Remus to Sirius 

The Other Side - Tedromeda (other side is away from the Black family)

Idle Town - The peace of Gryffindor tower

Generation Why - Platonic moonwater (They would totally run away and just do shit or cause trouble) (obviously not millennials but they didn't even exist at that point so 🤷‍♀️)

Crush Culture - Peter (my aroace boy) 

Greek God - Mary (Gossip Queen and Casanova of Gryffindor tower)

Lookalike - Sorry for this but Regulus to Sirius about James (other options; Regulus to James about Lily, Sirius to Remus about Grant, Pandora to Lily about Mary, or Lily to Pandora about Xeno)

Grow - The black brothers making it out of the family ("we made it out, it seems, I made it out, it seems") 

Fake - James and Lily to Snape (when they say breakup it would be about a friendship breakup)

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[image description: 5 screenshots, of songs lyrics and from 911 ABC

image 1: Screenshot of lyrics from Chasing Pavements "if I tell the world, I'll never say enough 'cause it was not said to you"

image 2: Screenshot of lyrics from No Light, No Light "'Cause it's so easy to say it to a crowd, but it's so hard, my love, to say it to you out loud"

image 3: Still of Evan Buckley in 315, mouth wide open in distress, mid-calling out for Eddie, as he kneels in the mud and looks frantically at the ground

image 4: Screenshot from lyrics for Shrike "I couldn't utter my love when it counted, Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now, And I couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted, Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now"

image 5: Still of Eddie in 610, standing at the bottom of the ladder, mouth wide open as he screams out Buck's name upon spotting Buck's lifeless body

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[infiniteeight8]

(on anon because this song ref is going to date me horribly, but) the more I read your IronStrange ficlets, the more I'm reminded of the 2000s song "Crazy for this Girl" by Evan and Jaron. I'm not sure if this is meant to be a "look at these lyrics and see if they inspire you" prompt or just a compliment overall of how consistent your characterizations are, but thank you for so many amazing glimpses into their many (many, many, many) relationship moments.

Thanks so much! I have a lot of fun writing these two, and I’m glad my take on them rings true. 😀

Those lyrics really do scream IronStrange, don’t they? And really, I could see it going either way. Maybe it’s a bit more Stephen coded, what with the 14 million futures and him falling for Tony first, but my muse is in the contrary place today (still?), so here’s a bit with Tony as the ‘narrator’. Er, inspired by the song, but it seems I did wander off on a bit of a tangent, so not too closely. lol. 

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Tony sits on one of the desks in the library and watches, smiling, as Stephen searches through the volumes for the book he needs. “The analogy that compares ley lines and magical concentrations to rivers and lakes is even more apt that I realized,” he says as he flips through a book. “It turns out that they change position over the years. Usually very slowly, but as with water, it’s also possible for abrupt events—the magical equivalent of floods or earthquakes—to carve new channels. Which made me wonder,” he puts the book back on the shelf and goes looking for another one, “could they be moved artificially? After all, we can redirect watercourses.”

“More or less,” Tony puts in, as much to see Stephen’s reaction as because it’s true. “Some rivers are more amenable to redirection than others.” 

Stephen lights up. “An excellent point. I suspect ley lines are similar in that way, too.” His expression goes abruptly thoughtful. “I wonder if the similarities indicate a connection between the water and magic… Where is that map?”

Is this what he’s like when he’s on a research binge, Tony wonders. Almost glowing with energy, passion radiating off every inch of him? It can’t be—his research binges used to drive Pepper and Rhodey nuts. Stephen is just amazing. It almost makes Tony want to learn magic, just so he can dive in there with him.

Stephen makes a triumphant noise and brings the book out to the table next to Tony. There’s already a map spread out there, but now Stephen carefully unfolds a second. He grunts, dissatisfied, when the parchment of the second blocks out the first.

“I could do a holographic overlay, if you want,” Tony suggests.

“Please,” Stephen says, beaming at him.

Tony’s heart leaps. God, but he’s crazy about this man. A quick scan with his glasses and the projector in Tony’s watch flares to life, displaying both maps in an overlay.

“Perfect,” Stephen says absently, already absorbed in studying the correlations between the maps. He doesn’t ask why Tony’s hanging around, playing sounding board and logistical support. At some point, Tony thinks, he’s going to have to come up with an answer other than I was thinking about you, and then I had to see you. 

Stephen turns to go find another map.

But not yet.

[loserboyfriendrjl]

because @plecotusauritus said i should share nonetheless, here’s what music i think the marauders (and lily, since i can’t imagine much for what i think the rest of the valkyries would like) would like if they were romanian:

james potter: connect-r, vama and smiley. especially the songs that have summer vibes, such as vara nu dorm (link - during summer, i don’t sleep would be the translation), perfect fără tine (link - perfect without you) and în lipsa ta (link), but also l.a (this is an older band, link) he sings along to them.

sirius black: carla’s dreams, a billion times. they’re one of my favourite romanian bands — great lyricism and beautiful beats. i feel like he’d particularly like to blood (până la sânge) and antiexemple (antiexemplu), but i suggest generally checking out their music. also, cargo, especially witches’ day=ziua vrăjitoarelor (mother=mamă has a special place in his heart) and bucovina, such as tell me, wind=spune tu, vânt.

remus lupin: the motans and that’s all i have to say. the motans scream remus to me in a way nothing else does; the lyricism is immaculate and the music is beautiful. some exemples are poem, before we had been born (înainte să ne fim născut) and incidentally (întâmplător)

peter pettigrew: anything bosquito (he says they’re underground; they’re really not, especially among the younger generation) and robin and the backstabbers (same with them)

lily evans: irina rimes, because of the lyricism; she has the best lyrics a female romanian singer ever had. examplea are what happened to us (ce s-a întâmplat cu noi), you don’t know how to be a man (nu știi tu să fii bărbat), and dreams (visele), but like with carla’s dreams and the motans, i suggest checking out everything by them. i also think she likes this song (more beautiful) and this (happiness has your face/looks like you)

[carryingthebannershitposts]

Very genuinely important question

So, in a modern AU, I feel like all the Newsies would have drastically different music tastes from each other, and I have almost all of them figured out, but I need y'all to tell me if I'm right

Spot: Mother Mother, specifically both Haylofts and Burning Pile since he thinks it makes him look badass, but also he relates to a lot of the lyrics and likes to scream them. On the other side of things, he likes listening to egotistical songs (mostly from Bradways and shit) because they make him feel better about himself. (I give you as an example, What The World Needs from Ride The Cyclone. He loves RTC, Ocean is his favorite character. He hates her character arc tho.)

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Race: Half Cavetown/Alex G/Will Wood, and other music artists that just make music for a living, half surprisingly upbeat songs, mostly from shows, games and movies, that for the most part aren't made to be listened to as much as he does. For example, No Girl's Toy from the Raggedy Ann/Andy movie had him in a chokehold for a little bit, same with the Cab Calloway version of St. James Infirmary Blues from Betty Boop's Snow White (Specifically JUST that version- he refuses to listen to the other ones). He is not allowed to have his playlist of shuffle in the lodging house because it'll skip right from the most depressing song you've ever heard to some random ass thing from the Cuphead soundtrack.

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David: Doesn't listen to actual music with lyrics most of the time. No, he puts on that one 10 hour lo-fi compilation from Youtube. If he does want actual music though it's shit like MARINA and Melanie Martinez. Also, he LIVED AND BREATHED the Dear Evan Hansen soundtrack at one point. There's also a few songs he likes but he doesn't listen to anything else from the artist/source material, most notably Soldier, Poet, King and It's Not A Game/It's Just A Ride (After Spot forced everyone to watch RTC with him and Race).

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Jack: COUNTRY MUSIC. But also, not actual country music. He likes the aethstetic (because cowboy) but can't stand the music, so he gets away with saying it's country music by listening to shit like I Love You Like An Alcoholic. He's gotten caught once listening to Hug All Ur Friends after Race recommended it, but he always used headphones after that. Also, being the tenor icon he is, he would be in choir and all his choir pieces (specifically the concerning sounding ones) are on his spotify playlist. (I raise you: A Silence Haunts Me. Look it up. Also, yes, as a Tenor who sang that piece with the choir I'm in, it's still in my playlist.)

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Crutchie/Les: Grouped together because these two have the same music taste and share headphones a lot. It consists of AJR (They like the vibe of the music and both giggle quietly when it swears) The entire lion guard soundtrack, a bunch of Yaelokre songs and other fantasy-sounding stuff, and a bunch of My Little Pony (g4) songs.

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Albert: Doesn't listen to as much music as the others, but he notably blasts the entire Hazbin Hotel soundtrack whenever he's watching the younger kids, very loudly yelling all the swears. He doesn't even watch Hazbin Hotel, he just does it to piss everyone off for fun. Jack hates this but can't really do anything about it.

[moonysfavoritetoast]

I HOPE THAT SHE LOOKS AT ME AND THINKS SHIT HES SO PRETTY

[leonenjoyer69]

I hope you don't mind this ask, but I'm in a huge Jekyll and Hyde hyperfixation rn (both TGS and OG novella) and I saw a post from you about how "Cotard's Solution" fits his Vibe; did you ever go on a ramble of Will Wood songs that fit Jekyll/Hyde? I'd love to hear them! I'm usually either an emo rock or hyperpop fan but I'd love to dip my toes into more Will Wood ever since my friends have shown me his songs :] I hope this isn't too much of an ask!

OF COURSE I DON'T MIND HEHEHE >:3 (also I'm so so sorry I kept forgetting about this 💀 BUT I'VE FINALLY DONE IT), I did originally connect a bunch of will wood songs to TGS characters in this post, and then I talked a bit about my Jekyll and Hyde playlist here (tho these are all various artists and Chonny Jash, not will wood, still a good collection of songs imo! Especially if you like emo rock and Hyper pop!!), but I would gladly go into detail about a bunch of Will Wood songs and how I connect them to TGS/J&H once more >:3

I LOVE WILL WOOD I'M SO NORMAL (also if there's any specific song from that first post, the honorable mentions in this, or my playlist that anyone wants an explanation for, just ask, bc idrk off the top of my head what to explain lmao, and if I have the thinking capacity to, I love explaining my reasoning!! :3)

OKAY OKAY, I'm probably not gonna hit many songs, but I'll try to get a few :3 I usually don't do these this in depth and I don't wanna make it too horribly long 💀

FIRST UP, A FRESH ONE I HAVEN'T TALKED ABOUT (bc apparently it hasn't been on my main playlist... I'm kinda slow sometimes): SKELETON APPRECIATION DAY

HEAR ME OUT, the "bones" could be interpreted as Hyde, or just all of Jekyll's hidden parts-- anything that isn't the perfect gentleman he prefers to show. And like!!! The lyrics can be connected so easily!! "While my cracking backbone lacks but backs up my false starts" transformation, next.

"All nightmares start as dreams and I hear my subconscious screaming" I don't even feel like I gotta say anything on that one.

"All love starts as a scheme, So wake me up, I'm tired of sleeping" bro literally didn't believe Lanyon loved him, the 'waking up' could be the first transformation.

And like!! The chorus!! "Bones, bones, bones, let me see your bones / Well, I don't wanna know if the feeling follows home /Bones, bones, bones, hell, we're all alone / If I come home, baby, will you show your bones?" Hell, I can see this as Jekyll asking (or at least wishing for) Lanyon to be more vulnerable, but!! Better yet, Lanyon asking/wishing that of Jekyll, since he knows how Jekyll just tends to cover everything up.

Idk, maybe I'm just talkin outta my ass, but I think this is really up there on my list of TGS-able Will Wood songs.

NEXT (another fresh song I haven't rambled about before): HALF-DECADE HANGOVER

I LOVE THIS SONG SM!!! I EAT IT UP EVERY TIME IT COMES ON!! PROBABLY MY FAV WILL WOOD SONG RN!!

Anyways, this song is so so soooo angstily Jekyll coded, let's go straight to the lyrics >:3

"Wonder how I didn't die / This is not my life. I'm no survivor, I only happened to survive" right out the gate, first lines. Bro literally drank chemicals and now shares half his life with an entirely different consciousness.

"Down the days I have left, with one eye open"- could be him drinking the potion, with the one eye open being only half of him--"That was me screaming "Bitch, I am reality" / And stumbling off to lose myself in a brown paper bag cause me and / Sweet Evan Williams got a date down on Avenue / A staving shakes scraping change till daybreak / Turns out anyone can eat out the trash / Then wake up on the freeway mid-crash" could literally just be Hyde doing stupid shit and Henry regaining control 'mid-crash', ie when problems arise because of either of them tbh.

And the chorus!!! "Cause I was drunk when I made my bed / Now with a half-decade hangover I lay down in it /What have I done? Don't know what I've said / It's a half-decade hangover, either this, in jail, or dead / It's a half-decade hangover, Jesus Christ my aching head" bro was at his worst when he made that potion, and now he's stuck with the consequences. And the "this, in jail, or dead" those are the only options he thinks he has to deal with Hyde now!!

"Tripped on a couple steps, and collapsed on the stairs / Broke my neck on the backs of those who I've hurt and scared" my guy has been lying to everyone around him for years, but now everythings falling apart and it's coming back to bite him in the ass so hard now.

LAST LYRIC BC AT THIS RATE I'LL THROW THE WHOLE SONG IN-- "Sober, but still so much still hangs over / Please believe me when I say I poured my whole past down the drain / Say that a second chance is a chance I can take" first of all, the poured my whole past down the drain could be him literally giving up the man he was and taking the potion, OR, him dumping all the potions in that one scene, teehee. Secondly, the second chance part and the lines that follow in the song, totally him at Lanyon.

Next: OUTLIARS AND HYPPOCRATES

This one to me is a very Hyde song, specifically him talking to Jekyll.

"Cause I doubt that you would even if you could change / You think it makes you special, but it makes you strange / I doubt that you would even if you could change / The things that make you special are the things that make you strange" could be Hyde tellin Jekyll that he wouldn't get rid of him, even if he could, because it makes Jekyll fell better about his "lonely prince" persona, as Jasper put it lmao.

"I am the shadows cast aside by gallows, and you the red-hot sky" I just really like thinking about this line with them bc ✨imagery✨. Like, shadow Hyde, check. Gallows? Hell yeah. Red-hot sky? We got color AND, by proxy, sun and moon references, Let's go 🗣️

"You become immune to my toxic fumes / My dose-dependent presence in your life / It's all subjective, all due respect to the collective mind" I mean like. Toxic looking green potion. 'Collective mind', they're both parts of the same guy.

"Horrified at the sight of my reflection in your eyes, I don't belong there" mmmmm bodyswap mishaps 🤤

"Well, it's your conclusions that make mine delusions, so I make you sane / You can thank me later" idk how to explain it but the way this is said just gives major Hyde vibes, you get it, right chat?

"Who'd want to belong to anyone? (Ay, ay, ay, ay) I mean, what do people even do? / So, if you love me, let me let you go, my love (ay, ay, ay, ay), so I can be no one" him and his little crush/loathing on Lanyon, the silly

Next!!: MR CAPGRAS ENCOUNTERS A SECONDHAND VANITY

Literally the Jekyll and Hyde song ever. I mean, it starts with "you're trying to replace yourself" 💀

"Carving out a fact from a reckoning! /Beckoning your back, skin sagging off its skeleton / Levitating off the ground / Is another man wearing your face" LIKE DO I EVEN GOTTA SAY ANYTHING? This whole song is about false identities 😭

"All the other false identities / Remedies or enemies to mitigate your memories / Shuddered at what they found / When they stripped away the grace" like...

"Damn, I thought you're not your imposter / You're so sure you're not gonna get caught / Dead in your own skin / But you didn't choose what you were born in" this song gives big vibes for chapter 14 and 15, with the constant switching and fear of identity reveal and such.

"What you feel and what you do, are those things really you? / And if not, then what is? (Never, never, never) / So, my God, what's wrong with you? / And I'm still asking who that is" I really like thinking about this part as Lanyon asking Jekyll those things, even without an identity reveal! Since he puts up this gentleman facade and hides everything, Lanyon barely knows who Jekyll is.

"You'll never take me alive, baby (this is not enough) / You'll never take me alive (this is not enough to prove it yet) / You'll never take me, you'll never take me, you better pray that I die (no, I need to hit the bottom)" This part feels like a simultaneous Hyde and Jekyll part, with Jekyll being the parenthesised parts. Hyde being all cocky n shit while Jekyll tries to figure things out or something, idk lmao running low on explanation brain cells.

Honorable mentions that I just don't feel like explaining in depth rn, but probably could!!

The Song With 5 Names- very Jekyll coded

Dr Sunshine is Dead- kinda Jekyll coded, but VERY Hyde coded

2econd 2ight 2eer- the Hyde song ever

6up 5oh Copout- another mega Hyde song, if I could animate it would be over for y'all

Against The Kitchen Floor- Jekyll and Lanyon, these gay people make me upset

Cicada Days- also very Jekyll and Lanyon :(

Hand Me My Shovel!- Jekyll coded, I like to think of him making the potion

Basically, 90% of Will Woods discography can be spun to fit these silly characters. I love Will Wood guys :3 sometimes I wish I could verbally ramble about this kinda stuff, but also words are hard (and it makes me feel annoying lmao) 💔💔 but anyways!!! Thank you for the ask! I hope Will Wood consumes you just as well as it has most of the TGS fandom :3 <333

[starsmacabray]

marauders era characters favourite 1D songs because i said so <3

sirius: what makes you beautiful - he would scream this to moony and have absolutely no shame

james: kiss you - it’s the perfect mix of cocky but super upbeat and energized. serves cunt at karaoke

remus: night changes - he’s a lyric girly what can he say

lily: steal my girl - be real, she would have this on repeat for weeks, she absolutely eats in harry styles fits

mary: live while we’re young - she is the one who introduced 1d to the group in the first place and she probably knows random statistics about their albums

marlene: c’mon c’mon - sings this to dorcas when she’s drunk but she actually serves (sirius as backup)

barty: midnight memories - he’s a party boy down to the very core (he’s thinking about evan)

evan: history - oh to be desperately in love (with barty) he will never admit his feelings

regulus: they don’t know about us - he ONLY listens to this when he is sure he’s alone (he’s shamefully obsessed but will NEVER admit to it)

pandora: olivia - this is the song that she’s always mindlessly humming, especially the ‘i love i love i love olivia’ part

dorcas: you & i - blasts this in the car with marlene; it’s ‘their song’

[currentlyfckingurmom]

Until My Lungs Give Out

Florence Pugh x reader

You sat a few rows back from the front, watching the stage with a dorky smile on your face. Your best friend, Chris Evans, had invited you to be his plus one to the Oscar’s. As an up-and-coming musician, you’d been to award shows, but they paled in comparison to this.

The room thrummed with anticipation as the actor on stage announced the next award. “And the winner of Best Actress in a Leading Role goes to…Michelle Yeoh for Everything Everywhere All at Once!”

You cheered and clapped along with everyone else, but couldn’t help the tinge of disappointment you felt. “I was hoping Florence Pugh would win,” you tell Chris.

“Yeah, cause you have a crush on her,” he laughs.

“No! Because she’s an extremely talented actress and I respect her work!”

“Yeah, okay.”

Later on at the after party, you were making your way back to Chris and some other friends with your next round of drinks. Somewhere between the third and fourth round, you had lost the blazer of your suit and were left in a lacy corset top. Laughing as you see Chris dancing like an idiot, you fail to notice the blonde walking in front of you.

Your paths collide. You manage to avoid getting her soaked in alcohol, with only a couple of the glasses tipping over on the tray.

“Oh shit! Oh, god, I am so sorry,” you say at the same time she says “I’m sorry! I didn’t see you!”

“Guess I should pay more attention to where I’m going,” you chuckle as you stand up the fallen glasses. It’s then that you look up and realize exactly who you had just run into. “Holy shit, you’re Florence Pugh.”

“That I am,” she smiles softly. “Okay, so you know my name. I think it’s only fair that I know yours.”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you greet, extending a handshake. You try not to revel in how soft her hands are.

“Pleased to meet you.”

“Wait, like the singer?”

“That’s me,” you nod shyly.

“That’s so cool!”

“Thank you. I’m surprise you know my music. I’m still pretty small in the industry. Look, I’m, I should probably get back to my friends. They’re waiting on their drinks. But I’d love it if you came and hung out with us for a while?”

“I’d love to,” she smiles. “Lead the way.”

Chris only chastises you mildly for the spillage of the drinks, but you hand him one of the in-tact drinks and patted his arm with a false pout. Florence blended in perfectly with your little group of friends, joking with Sebastian and ganging up on you with Chris.

You’re way more drunk than you think as you ask Florence to dance with you. She agrees with an excited look in her fierce, glassy eyes.

The beat thrums in your chest as you spin her around, jumping up and down with no rhythm. Your laughs are careless and free, and you don’t ever want the song to end.

But, as reality goes, the song ended and another came on. You groaned at the familiar beat, embarrassment flooding your cheeks.

“Oh my god, it’s your song!” Florence yells. “Why do you look like someone just kicked your puppy?”

“I don’t know, it’s just weird. I’m not embarrassed of my music but it’s really personal and it’s just awkward sometimes.”

“Well, I can understand that. But rest assured, I love this song,” she whispers with a glint in her eye.

You swallow nervously as she grabs your hand and pulls you closer.

What becomes of I

After we have died?

Belly up and scream

Life’s a bitter feeling

You could be anything

Anything you want

Oh, you know better

Don’t you know better? Yeah

Florence sings along and you have a hard time processing the fact that she knows the words to your song.

You could do what you choose

You’d abuse it all

Oh, you know better

Don’t you know better?

Your muscles loosen up as your hands find her waist. Your body swings with hers as you both scream the lyrics like fools.

So I made a mistake

Wound up on the floor

With something inside my veins

Maybe i have no place

It keeps me at war

Belly up and be saved, my child

Florence’s hands roam your body, setting your cheeks ablaze.

Stuffed with corporate lies

Stretched on a disguise

Reach inside the dark

Hands are ripped apart

A dangerous smirk rests on her face and your stomach clenches at the sight, wanting nothing more than to kiss it off her pretty face.

You could be anything

Anything you want

Oh you know better

Don’t you know better? Yeah

You could do what you choose

You’d abuse it all

Oh you know better

Don’t you know better

The song continues, as do the sway of your bodies, growing closer with each beat. Her face draws nearer to yours, her heavy breath ghosting your lips. Before you have a chance to close the gap, she laughs and pulls away, leading you by the hand off the dance floor.

“What do you say we get out of here? I know a twenty-four hour taco place that’ll change your life.”

“Yeah, absolutely,” you agree. I’d go anywhere with you.

You think you should feel a little silly walking into a greasy taco joint, dressed to the nines at two in the morning, but with Florence by your side, you can’t find it in yourself to care.

Your orders were ready in less than five minutes and you tore into the paper bag, practically moaning at the delicious carne asada tacos.

“See? I told you. Life-changing.”

“You were so right. I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.”

She sees something over your shoulder that makes her eyes light up. Curious, you turn around to see what she’s scheming. You spot a karaoke stage and immediately tense up.

“No. Nuh-uh. No way. Don’t even suggest it, Florence.”

“Aw, come on! It’ll be fun,” she pouts. You wish you could resist it. She must see your resolve crumble, you think, because she grabs your hand and drags you to the stage with a smile on your face. “I won’t do one of your songs, I promise.”

You roll your eyes dramatically as she selects “Sober/Hungover.” She fails to notice your reaction and immediately immerses herself in the music. You sing along perfectly, not needing the screen to tell you the lyrics. You made them, after all.

When the song finishes, you laugh with Florence as the restaurant crew claps and cheers from behind the counter.

“Hey, Flo? You know I wrote that song, right?” You asked with a slight blush, laughing.

“Wait, what?” Her smile drops. “Did you really?!” You nod and she slaps you on the chest, mumbling something along the lines of you could’ve told me.

“I wrote and sold a lot of songs before I got the courage to sing them myself. That’s one of ‘em.”

“Oh. Well I’m glad you started singing them yourself. You have a beautiful voice.” You blush at the compliment. “What made you finally record your own songs?”

“Um, my mother died unexpectedly of a heart attack. I wrote a song for her, and I couldn’t bring myself to sell it, but I knew I wanted the world to hear it.”

“I’m so sorry, darling. I’ll bet she’s proud of you.”

“I hope so.”

Sensing the night coming to a close, you share a moment of silence, risking small glances at one another.

“Hey, Flo? This might sound a little crazy, considering we’ve only known each other a few hours. But I really don’t want this night to end.”

“Me neither.”

“Maybe you could come back to mine? I’ve got a song that I’d really like your input on.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she smiles genuinely.

Back at the apartment, you give her a small tour, stopping in your bedroom to pull out comfier clothes for each of you. You silently thank your past self for cleaning up your messy apartment the day before. She changes in the bathroom while you change in your room, and then you lead her to your in-home studio.

You try to calm your nerves as you prepare to play the song, but your hands shake a bit. Your songs are so personal to you; it’s like opening your diary and pouring your heart and soul out for the world to see.

“Y/N, you don’t have to show me if you’re not comfortable. I’m happy to be here either way.”

“No, no, I want to. This song I’ve been working on is really close to me. I want you to hear it before anyone else does.”

She doesn’t say it, but the fact that you’re showing her this song before anyone else pulls at her heart strings.

You blow out a slow breath, adjusting your grip on the guitar . Florence sits silently next to you.

Your fingers begin to dance across the strings, the muscles recognizing the familiar pattern.

“Take my soul, take my heart

Tear me apart

If I’m good for anything

It’s all of this suffering

So use me for parts

To you I’m just salvage

I ain’t ran right in years

So drive me then gut me

Deceive and fuck me

And then disappear

Take all my jokes

And tell them to them

And act like your someone

That could be someone worth loving

And steal all the good parts you found in me

Yeah you’ll sell ‘em quick, yeah,

You’ll sell em cheap

Hey, you’ll give ‘em for free

But I cleaned all my pistons

I’m runnin’ on 91

And I’m piecing myself back off the shelf

One by one

And now I’ve got a driver

Who chooses the high road

They don’t use me for scraps

Or throw my ass back

When I hit potholes

And I’m flyin’ down freeways, going 117

And a ‘68 Fastback looks like a hatchback racing me

I believe, you cannot tear down what’s built up strong now, thankfully

Oh, I believe that you cannot tear down what’s built up strong now, thankfully

And I’m flying down freeways, going 117

And a ‘68 Fastback looks like a hatchback next to me”

You finish the song, setting the guitar down on its stand next to your stool. You risk a nervous glance at Florence, but you can’t really read her expression. Her eyes are wide and glassy and her lips are parted slightly.

“So…did you like it?”

She darts forward, placing a quick peck on your lips. She's gone before you have the chance to reciprocate. You look at her with wide eyes, shocked by what just happened.

“Oh, god. I’m so sorry. I totally misread that, didn’t I? It’s just—we were clicking so well and then we came back here and you played that song and it’s— I guess guitars really do work on girls because-“

You cut her off by leaning forward and pressing your lips to hers. She makes a small shocked noise before melting into you, bringing her hands to the back of your neck and head. You pull her in closer by the waist, kissing her lips soft and slow.

“You didn’t misread anything, Florence,” you whisper when you break apart.

“I think I quite like it when you sing.”

“If it prompts that reaction, I’d sing until my lungs give out.”

Music: “Belly Up” by Return to Dust, “Sober/Hungover” by Sueco & Arizona Zervas, and “68 Fastback” by Zach Bryan

[tawaifeddiediaz]

deewani tu meri, main tera paagal piya

you’re crazy for me, i’m crazy for you, my love

[Image ID: two gifs of Evan Buckley and Eddie Diaz from 9-1-1 episode 6.10, "In A Flash." Both gifs are black and white, and have a lyric from the title song of Kalank in spaced, white capital letters. Underneath, in italicised lowercase, is the English translation.:

GIF 1: Buck looking up towards the sky as the rain falls around him. The lyric reads, "Tu barkha meri" and the translation reads, "you are my rain."

GIF 2: Eddie, hanging off the top of the ladder, desperately screaming for more slack. He's poised above Buck, against the clouds, almost protecting him from the rain. The lyric reads, "Main tera baadal piya" and the translation reads, "i am your clouds, my love."

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