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hwangsies · 3 years

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just the two of us

pairing: idol!lee minho × idol!f reader

warnings: smut as in, masturbation (f), softdom!minho (?), choking, thigh riding, somewhat denied orgasm i guess lol, swearing and bad descriptions of dancing

wc: idk maybe 2k?

enjoy <3

"hi guys, im on my way to the jyp building right now" you speak into the vlogging camera.

"...where i'm meeting stray kids lee know sunbaenim to study a choreography for us to perform at the upcoming awardshow" you smile into the camera, holding a thumbs up as you try to conceal your nervousness.

You know that the vlog isnt going to be released until after the show so you dont have to worry about spoiling anything.

"I'll see you guys later" you wave into the camera before handing it back to your manager who lets you know that you'll be there in about 10 minutes.

The only thing you're worried about is meeting a certain very handsome main dancer you may or may not have been biasing since his debut, which was about six months before your group had theirs.

So naturally, when your group grew big with you as their maindancer, and the organizers of the awardshow suggested that you and minho get together for a collaboration stage, you freaked.

Once you pull up to the jyp building, you can make out dispatch paparazzi and roll your eyes.

Your manager just reminds you to ignore them before getting out and opening the door for you.

Quickly you grab your bag and pull your jackets hood over your head.

They start calling your name but you and your team are quick to be inside of the building.

The nice woman behind the front desk gives your manager acsess cards as you look around to see the young camera woman on your team is already pointing the vlog camera on you so you wave into the camera.

Outside you see a crowd of fans also waving and pointing their phones at you through the large glass windows so you also wave back at them; laughing when one of them sends you a flying kiss, so you send one back.

"lets go y/n" your manager speaks to you, and you nod, waving goodbye to the fans before disappearing from their eyes as you step into an elevator.

Inside the elevator you check yourself out in the large mirror, pulling back your hood and smoothing out your hair.

"how do i look?" You ask your manager at which she grins "you look good, relax"

You sigh and nod, clearing your throat as to avoid a voice crack later.

When the elevator doors open, you see the famous dance practice rooms, that are named after big musicians on each side of the hall.

The door to the Madonna room is open and your manager leads the way.

Once you walk in you see another camera pointed at you, minho is standing in the middle of the room.

He as well has a camera pointed at him, he smiles when you lock eyes and bows.

You bow back when he walks towards you; extending his hand, you shake it.

"I'm Minho, nice to meet you" he smiles, he looks even better in person you think.

He's wearing light makeup but you can see that his skin is smooth underneath and his eyes seem even bigger and spraklier in person.

"Y/n, hi, nice to meet you" you bow again, partly to hide your blushing face.

After a minute of somewhat awkward smalltalk you hand your jacket and bag to your manager and the choreographer positions the two of you.

You had already memorized your part of the dance from the video he sent you and minho (you're assuming), now you just had to practice it together.

He makes you stretch to warm up before starting the music to see how much the two of you know of the dance.

Everything goes smoothly and the choreographer praises the both of you.

"lets go ahead and try the lift, im assuming you didnt practice that yet?" He asks.

"no" minho shakes his head, you do as well.

"okay minho, you hold her here" he takes minhos hand and places it on your waist.

"and on the inner thigh so you can spin her better" he explains, your mind starts running though.

What if he feels your inner thigh fat, or even worse, what if you sweat excessively and he slips and drops you.

Your thoughts get disrupted when minho carefully wraps his arm around you to grap onto your thigh.

"is that okay?" He asks from behind you, the little hairs on your neck rising.

"yea" you nod.

"okay, on my count" the choreographer speaks up "one, two..three and up!"

You tense your body when you feel him lifting you, your arms raise on their own accord, legs stiffening to create an aesthetic sillouette.

"very nice" the choreographer claps after minho lets you back down.

"lets take a break" one of the jyp staff members announces.

"you were great" you feel minhos hand graze your arm, your head whips around.

"oh, thank you" you smile sheepishly "so were you" earning a grin from him.

"thanks" he nods, grabbing a bottle of water before giving you one as well.

"thanks" you say, opening it and taking a few sips.

He watches you for a second before doing the same.

"hey, you guys" a young jyp staff woman comes up to you "we're gonna do a little sit down q&a moment, to give the fans some more interaction alright?" she explains, leading you guys to sitdown on the large sofa in the back of the room.

She moves back behind the cameras "so we're gonna be really casual okay? Im gonna throw in some questions and you just answer them"

You and minho nod, looking at each other before looking back at her.

"okay, so have you ever met before?"

"uh- well" you look at minho, he nods, encouraging you to talk "we've seen eachother at music shows, when we were with our members but we never talked" you say.

Minho nods.

"What did you think when you heard of this collaboration?"

Minho starts "i was excited because i think y/n has great stage presence and is a very talented dancer, so i think i could learn a thing or two from her"

"oh, thank you" you huff, surpressing a giggle as you bow slightly.

"What about you, y/n?"

"Uhm- well i was a little scared to be honest because he's really talented himself" you look over at him, so see he's smiling onto the ground "but also because i've been a fan of his since skz debuted so..."

"really?"

After coming back to the dorm and your members pressing you for every detail of what it was like to meet him and dance with him, you hop straight in the shower.

The warm water prickles at your face before you turn around, letting it run down your back.

You cant stop thinking about the feeling of his hands on your body, they were so strong and warm.

Or the one part of the chorepgraphy where you grind back into him and feel his muscular thighs flexed against the back of your own.

Not to mention his pretty smile and plump rosy lips, you would bet everything that he's a phenomenal kisser.

Your hand is trailing down your body as you imagine it was his, gently running over your mound before dipping into your folds.

A whimper slips past your lips out of frustration, its been way to long since someone had his way with you.

The idol life doesnt always leave time for that, but you can imagine what it would be like if you let minho have his way with you.

Your fingers start rubbing cirlces into your clit as you imagine him being the one to do it to you; kissing down your neck with his plump lips before toying at your nipples with his tongue.

You feel the way your belly tightens when you tink about how he would talk dirty; you dont know what would turn you on more, him calling you a good girl or a filthy little slut.

Would he let you cum right now or drag it out so your could cum around his cock? Damn you bet he has a gorgeous cock, everything on that man has got to be perfect.

And the way his dancer hips would snap into you would definetly be the thing to push you over the edge.

Your head rolls back and you bite your lip as to not let out a sound when your orgasm finally hits.

Your legs quiver a little when you ride out your high.

It wasnt the most earthshattering orgasm you've ever experienced but it did its job in satisfying you a little.

Clean and dry again, you let yourself fall onto your bed, sighing before you climb underneath your sheets.

Grabbing your phone from your nighstand, you see a message from an unknown number pop up.

unknown number : hey y/n -received at 9:56 pm

unknown number : its minho :) -received at 9:57 pm

Your heart skips a beat when the second one pops up, slowly you slide the message and land in the chat.

Whats a cool way to say hi back? hey?....no

sup? oh hell no

hiii....definetly not.

you: hi :) -sent at 9:58 pm

Good one, y/n.

you: how did you get my number? -sent at 9:58 pm

minho : my manager pulled a few strings lol, how are u? -received at 10:00 pm

you : im fine, a little tired ,hbu? -sent at 10:00 pm

Shit, yea go ahed y/n be the driest texter in the world no biggie, its not like this is lee minho.

minho: aww practice was to hard? lol im feeling fine -received at 10:01 pm

minho: jkjk lol the real reason im texting you is to ask if you want to meet up again -received at 10:02

Excuse me?

minho: yk, to practice but without all the cameras and people -received at 10:02

Okay, y/n calm down, dont answer yet. Dont make him think you're desperate to meet him again even though you are.

you: yea, sure. when are you free? -sent at 10:05

Very chill, nice job.

minho: im actually off the day after tomorrow, hbu? -received at 10:06 pm

you: i can make that work in the evening -sent at 10:06 pm

And there goes not looking desperate.

minho: nice, meet me here around 6 then? -received at 10:08 pm

minho has shared a location

minho: its an old dance studio, i know the owner :) -recieved at 10:08 pm

you: alright, see you then :) -sent at 10:09 pm

minho: good night y/n :) -sent at 10:09 pm

Do you send a good night back?...no, that would be too much...right?

You sigh and drop your phone next to you on your bed, your fists rubbing at your eyes.

There is no way you'll be able to sleep the next two nights.

It has been getting warmer recently, so you are surprised when the weather turns its back on you and suddenly blows icy wind against your face.

And you thought you had chosen wisely when only putting on a hoodie over your shirt.

You check your phone to see that you arrived at minhos sent location, yet there is no dance studio in sight.

Shivering, you turn around to search for signs on doors when you hear the door behind you opening.

"hey, in here" minho grins when you stumble around.

You look up at the building and look down at him.

"hi" you smile, somewhaþ confusedly.

"come in" he holds the door open for you.

"this building looks like its gonna get torn down soon" you say, still shivering a little as you look at minho, who's only sporting grey sweatpants and a black tshirt.

"it is" minho nods, looking around "sadly, i love coming here" he adds before looking back at you.

"still cold?" he asks, approaching you before rubbing over your arms with his hands.

"ye-huh" you interrupt yourself, gulping harshly when his cologne creeps up your nose.

He grins "better?" You nod, forcing a smile "yea, thanks"

An hour later, you are deeply immersed in the dance when you stumble at the same spot again, for the nth time.

"fuck" you aggrevatedly run your hand through your hair, angry at yourself for not getting this turn down the way it should look.

"I'm sorry, im usually not this bad i j-"

"you're not bad y/n" minho giggles, shaking his head "its alright, sometimes a move just doesnt work at first"

You huff out some air "im just nervous" you shake your head "i've never done a stage like this and i dont want to disappoint people"

"its normal to be nervous" minho stops the music before coming up behind you "just dont let it overpower the fun part"

He moves some hair from your shoulder "plus its just the two of us right now, and you cant disappoint me" he smiles softly, heat rushing to your cheeks.

"try positioning your hips..." he places his hands on your hips before gently rotating them to the left "... more like this before turning" he explains ,eyes locking in the mirror.

For a second, the only thing you can hear is your own heartbeat as his hands move up a little and linger on the exposed skin of your waist.

"okay" you breathe "lets try it from the top"

"yea?"

"yea" you nod.

The music starts again and your body takes over for you, you kick and jump and turn.

Minho lifts you like its nothing and before you know it, you do the turn exactly like you're supposed to.

The music stops and your breathing fills the silence before the euphoria of getting every single step down perfectly reaches your brain.

You squeal excitedly and clap before falling into minhos arms.

He stiffens at your touch and you immediately let go "i- i'm sorry- i dont know why-"

Suddenly, he lounges forwards and presses his plush lips against yours.

It takes you a second to register whats happening, but when his hands encase your waist, you sling your arms around his neck to pull him even closer.

An approving moan tears from minhos throat before he backs you up untill you feel the cold mirror pressed against your back.

You part your lips and let his tongue roll against yours , his hands roaming over your body.

Everything his happening so fast you cant track where they're going, first they're at your ass then one of them squeezes at your boob; and now it trails up your neck and wraps itself around it as he kisses down the other side.

You feel like your nerve endings are on fire everywhere his hands and lips wander, your eyes fluttering shut as you moan out his name.

He nips at your collarbone before coming back to your lips "i've wanted to do this since the second i saw you" his hand around your neck tightens protectively and you feel yourself clench.

"me too" you whisper before he crashes his lips to yours again, your hand tightening in his thick brown hair as the other clings to his shoulder.

A firm thigh lodges itself between your legs and you feel brave so you roll your hips into it. The ache thats building up in your clit, getting released a little.

Shamelessly you whimper against his lips.

He sucks your bottom lip inbetween his before breaking the kiss again, looking down at your ministrations.

"dirty girl" he grins, releasing your neck and placing both hands on your hips and helping you grind against his thigh.

Your head falls back against the mirror when the fabric of your cotton thong gets rubbed against your clit in just the right way. An almost pornographic moan leaves your lips, "fuck" you whine, locking eyes with minho again.

"god i wanna do so many bad things to you" he grunts, at which you swear you gushed a little more into your panties.

You see his cock straining through the flattering grey sweat material, your hand wandering towards it but he catches it.

"cum on my thigh and you'll get it" he promises, grinning when another high pitched moan spills from your pretty lips.

A sudden loud ringing makes you flinch, and minhos head whips around before removing himself from you.

"wha-?" you mumble confusedly.

He takes his phone and answers the incoming call.

"Hi, hyung" he speaks, turning around "i went for a run, yea-sorry...yea okay...okay bye" he hangs up.

"Who-?" you attempt to speak but your mind is still fuzzy as he throws his backpack over his shoulder and grabs his sweater before coming back to you.

"My manager" he says, taking your hand "i have to go"

"Oh-"

"I'm sorry" he kisses your lips "you want me to take you to your dorm?"

"No- no i dont want you to get in trouble" you shake your head.

"Sure?" He tilts his head.

"Yea, of course, im good" you nod, a smile tugging at your lips because he looks really cute with his messed up hair and puffy lips.

"Here" he gives you his sweater "im sure its colder now"

"you'll get cold though" you hold it up.

"nah, i'm hot blooded" he quips, leaning down to lock lips again.

More lingering this time, you feel you stomach churn with butterflies when he moves to your cheek.

"i'm not finished with you" he whispers into your ear, winking before walking out the door.

a/n: ik im supposed to be writing zephyr but this popped in my head and wrote itself so easily i was like👁👄👁 anyways hope u liked it🥰 not proofread so i just know there are thousands of spelling errors in there😍😍

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chews-erotically · 4 years

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Waxing Gibbous

Pairing: Ezra + femNurse! Reader

Rating: Hard M / 18+ ONLY

* Warnings: Angst, violence, SMUT/ threesome mmf/ fingering/ oral (m/f, f/f), assault, PTSD, Very Dark Thoughts

* Summary: Negotiation, implementation, consternation, consequences

* Word Count: ~2500k

PART FOURTEEN

You tread your new dynamic with care and consideration. Ezra asked you, again and again, if you were sure. He knew people got jealous, no matter how open they may seem to experimentation at the outset. Ezra has been around, of that he’s made no qualms of reminding you. He’d seen arrangements blown up in both the heat of passion and in the dry planning stages. He professed to you in a million different ways that he would sooner lose a limb than jeopardize your partnership.

“If this is to have even a whisper of eventual occurrence, Dovie, the channels of communication must remain patent and our exchanges honest. There must be not one shred of doubt and uncertainty. I have seen the strongest of unions crumble to dust through the mismanaged impropriety of baser desires.”

His eyes were warm, yet somber. The uptick at the corner of his mouth belied the serious set of his features. You knew he had concerns. His hands grasped yours, your knees canted toward one another as you sat on your couch.

You trusted him implicitly. You had never been in a situation such as the hypothetical you were now navigating. Your past dalliances had not lacked variety, however they had not been frequent. Indeed, before Ezra you had been without physical intimacy for well over two years.

From the beginning, you had discussed ground rules. Ezra relayed and reinforced to you, during each careful conversation, that you must be in agreement with one another for every step of this new equation.

“I will ask you ad nauseum for your explicit consent in all doings, Dove,” his hand caught your wrist and stroked a broad thumb over your pulse point. “We must ask the same of whomever we entwine ourselves with. It truly is the crux of all pleasure, of the give and take of Eros. To know that what all parties deign to both imbibe and impart is agreed upon and accepted.”

“I understand, Ez.”

Perhaps at least as important as the concept of consent to Ezra was the unity with which you were to approach any and all potential arrangements.

“There must be no part of this endeavor in which we are not together,” his voice was calm and even, filled with soft affection as he rubbed your fingers between his palms. His eyes enveloped you, drawing your own gaze into deep and hypnotic pools. “I will do nothing, my gaze will not linger on another without you beside me. I will ask the same of you. Nothing is to transpire without each of our individual presences within one another’s orbit.”

You both further discussed your terms over the course of the next several days. Ezra wanted your absolute certainty; the faintest doubt in your mind must be immediately and honestly expressed the moment it arose. You discussed your limits, safe words. Your frank conversation often left you both inflamed, tearing at clothing and gasping into each other’s hungry mouths as he impaled you on his cock, whispering a continuance of your plans that left you groaning and grunting like a desperate animal against any surface he’d seen fit to take you against.

You had initially brought up the idea of another couple; Ezra had immediately vetoed. He explained that the dynamics would be too touchy, perhaps volatile. Involving another couple may lend complications to what could be construed as an already precarious adventure.

“Not for the first time, Dove. Men in love, even in lust often house a primal directive to possess and claim. I will not place you or any other in such a position, at least for our first time.”

It did not matter to Ezra whether your first partner was male, female or elsewhere on the gender continuum; he relayed he’d had pleasurable encounters with all persuasions. He left it up to you.

After some careful consideration you’d settled on engaging with a female for your first time. You loved Ezra more than the moon and stars, but there was something about the curves and soft, pillowy flesh of a willing and open woman that brought heat to your chest and caused a buzzing in your brain that left your blood rushing in your ears and your mouth dry.

He’d flashed his Cheshire smile at your declaration and enveloped you in a crushing embrace, whispering devotionals against the crook of your neck.

******

The girl you’d found was tall, nearly Ezra’s height. She wore a sequined dress that glittered like a garnet against the light of the soft Edison bulbs on your end tables. Her laugh was musical, it reminded you of wind chimes made of hollow bone. She laughed often; this was what had drawn you to her.

She’d been leaning back on the bar of the club you’d spent weeks visiting. It was a small, intimate location festooned with antique rococo furniture draped in tapestries of purple and scarlet. You’d taken your time, easing into the sophisticated atmosphere, acquainting yourselves with staff and regular patrons. The rhythm of the location was languid, sensuous. You could almost picture nude, rubenesque concubines reclining against the velvet couches while old-world Jazz plucked tinkling notes in the incensed air. It was perfect, and the intimate setting was ripe for measuring the potential of the various patrons who walked through its doors.

So, it was the joyous, full-bodied laughter that had drawn you to her. Ezra let you take the lead, staying back to watch you. You ingratiated yourself to her easily, offering her a drink that she gladly accepted. As you both made your way to the ornate couch upon which Ezra perched, you noted him watching intently, lids hooded, finger idly stroking the lip of the glass in his hand. His eyes were tide pools, drawing you to him, hypnotizing.

Predatory.

And so the girl, named Andra, sat betwixt you as you began your dance. You flirted shamelessly, throwing your head back, leaning forward to give her a glimpse of what was underneath. You noticed her gaze linger there, and felt your adrenaline spike. You took a chance and brushed the knuckles of one hand against the side of her knee as you reached for your drink. The knee moved to press against yours.

Ezra was much quieter than usual, allowing you to steer the conversation. He’d chime in occasionally, but for the most part his gaze lingered on your animated face. His eyes smoldered, his arm extended down the length of the back of the couch.

At one point you stood, excusing yourself to the restroom. Andra excused herself as well. You entered the unisex fresher and before you had time to react Andra had you pressed against a stall door, her hands in your hair, her tongue curling into your startled gasp. You froze only momentarily before returning her kiss, framing her own soft face with your hands.

Your lips tangled for endless moments before you came back to yourself, forcing a break as you reluctantly pulled away. You both panted in silence, chests rising and falling in rapid succession, before Andra spoke.

“I like you.” her smile was small, shy. The brazenness had melted away with interruption of affection.

You huffed out a laugh.

“I like you too,” you paused, considering. “Do you like him as well?”

Her soft chuckle was an echo of yours.

“He’s very handsome.”

“I agree.” You grasped her hand in yours, meeting her gaze. Your eyes became serious, your words measured like sordid currency.

“Would you like to come home with us, Andra?”

She would be delighted to, she replied. She really never did things like this, she said. She kept mostly to herself, but she had just received word that she had been approved for a loan to open a private art gallery. She felt like celebrating.

“She feels like celebrating, Ezra,” you quipped when you returned. He immediately stood, nodded once, paid the tab. He pulled you aside briefly before you left to walk home.

“Sweet girl, I cannot help but notice your lips are swollen, almost as if from some form of vigorous contact…” he whispered, his expression unreadable.

You shrugged. “She kissed me in the bathroom. It took me by surprise.”

His gaze darkened, lips set in a grim line. Your heart jumped into your throat.

“Always together, remember? Rule one.”

You found it difficult to meet his eyes when they burned into you like hot ash.

“I’m...sorry, Ezra. It won’t happen again. I lost myself.”

“It’s okay to lose yourself, Dovie, just don’t jeopardize the trust we’ve agreed upon so ardently.” his hand grasped your chin, tilting your face to his as his lips ghosted over yours.

“I love you so fucking much.”

******

“Look what you’re doing to our lovely conquest, Dove,” Ezra cooed, his chest slicked with sweat, one hand slowly pumping up and down his engorged cock. He knelt behind you, fingers in your quivering cunt as you lapped at Andra spread out and eager while your mouth worked her. You flattened your tongue and alternated long, slow licks with wrapping your lips around her hard little bud. Andra was keening, sobbing, canting her hips up toward you as you desperately worked to take in the flood of slick that poured out of her.

You thrust your hips back forcefully as you came up for air. Your mouth and chin was drenched in her come, it was intoxicating and made you feel feral. You were working toward your third orgasm of the night, having already come twice just from the friction of your grinding clit on the surface of the blanket beneath you. Ezra leaned forward to capture your mouth, moaning at the taste of your eager lover.

“See how she falls apart so easily for you, legs quivering uncontrollably? She’s soaking the sheets beneath her. She cannot begin to keep those gorgeous noises from spilling, much like the slick from her twitching hole..”

You cried out, lost in the feeling of being tugged so deliciously both forward and backward between warring sensations.

You felt the blunt head of Ezra’s cock at your trembling entrance, and you pushed back one again, desperate for him to fill you as the head of his cock nudged against your clit, then notched at your tight, soaked entrance.

You groaned loudly into the weeping slit before you as he sheathed himself inside of you and when his hips finally made contact with the backs of your legs, you bucked against him.

“Fuck, Ezra,” you sobbed. “So fucking good oh my fucking gods….”

He remained still as you fucked yourself back onto his turgid length once, twice, three times and then the wire pulled tight within you was snapped again, your arms trembling violently before you collapsed forward, gasping and screaming into the soaked blankets beneath you. Andra scrambled up the mattress and shuffled back to where you were connected. You felt her hands on your hitching ass as you spasmed uncontrollably around Ezra’s hard, slick cock.

Ezra was moaning as he went deeper, grinding his hips up and down against your spasming cunt as your come flooded out around where he speared into you.

“Ooooooooh yes, oh yes beautiful girl, let it out for me, soak this fucking cock, you feel so fucking good, you get so fucking tight when you come on my dick like this..”

As you came down from your high, your hips dropped and you lay almost motionless except for the aftershocks that coursed through you.

You heard Ezra moan again and turned with dazed interest to glance over your shoulder, where you observed Andra taking Ezra’s cock down her throat. She bobbed on it, taking down an impressive amount of his length as her hand massaged his balls.

Ezra’s expression was one of concentration, his eyes squeezed shut, mouth hanging open as he gasped as he was drawn, again and again, into her mouth.

You watched the scene in front of you, and it occurred to you that there was a complete stranger giving Ezra pleasure, that it was someone other than you. You felt confused. Why did it feel like this so suddenly, when only moments before you’d enthusiastically had your entire mouth on her clit, your tongue inside of her?

It didn’t bother you then, so why now?

The longer you lay there, the more discomfort you felt. You didn’t like it. Wordlessly, you extricated yourself from the bed and silently donned your silk robe. You stood at the foot of the bed and observed what was happening before you, your skin growing tighter and tighter the longer you stared.

What is wrong with me? This is okay, it was what you’d agreed upon.

The longer you tried to deny it, the stronger the waves of deep, red tumult built and crashed around your foggy mind.

“....Dove?” a hesitant question, unsure. Ezra had stilled, almost frozen on the bed. His eyes were dilated, blown black, but there was a very specific brand of concern etching his features. Andra watched you warily, as if suddenly aware that she’d waded into some unspoken, uncertain territory. You watched her begin to back off the bed slowly, as if distancing herself from an apex predator.

You felt storms building; you struggled to steady your breath, chest heaving. You felt control slip from your tenuous grasp.

You felt rage.

Ezra had talked about the dark force of possession, of needing to own and claim among men in such arrangements as this.

You realized this applied to women just as well.

Ezra was yours, this woman had him in her mouth, your cock was inside of her, this strange woman you’d just met who dared to give him pleasure while you were RIGHT. THERE.

Your mind was blank, your perception of movement coming to you like frames in an old slide projector.

Click.

You stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed and expression blank.

Click.

You vaguely saw Ezra move from the bed and grab his pants. He was confused, eerily silent.

Click.

You had just a moment to process the sudden look of shock and panic that crossed Andra’s face as your hands wrapped around her neck.

There was shouting, Andra’s face was red, turning purple, her hands scrabbling desperately to break the vice-like grip of your fingers pressing into her throat, her eyes bulging. Her heartbeat was a fluttering bird beneath you, a pitiful animal caught in a snare.

Larger hands were grabbing at you, the shouting continued. You could not make out the words, so hypnotized were you by the sight of panicked, waning consciousness before you.

You were flung backward, your hands pried roughly off of yielding flesh, your grip faltering.

Your back hit the wall. Ezra was staring at you with wide eyes. He looked terrified.

Andra was just to the left of numb terror, gasping and sobbing the breath back into her burning lungs.

You looked down at your hands, clenched and shaking. Your whole body shaking.

You were a monster.

You turned, stumbling desperately through the doorway and into the hall.

You pulled the robe tight around you and rushed out, out of everything, attempting to leave yourself behind.

Running.

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#chews-erotically #chews-erotically writes #ezra fic #ezra prospect #ezra x reader #Waxing Gibbous

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veldbloom · 3 years

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im kinda late, but ive seen all the performances for kingdom (also watch all the episodes). stray kids did great, they deserved that win, and also they have such dedicated fandom, that’s definitely a plus! even though all the performances are great i must say the groups that impressed me the most are btob, ateez, and sf9.

As for btob, they are experienced performers with years ahead of the others, they had clean performances, they just stand out! they stay consistent with what btob is all about, and their performances just oozes with their raw vocal talent, i can feel their personality throughout the performances! loved the movie inspired performances and the theatrical touch to it!

As for ateez, even though they are the youngest, they surprised the hell out of me, they really are performers huh? i mean, their stage presence really stand out, i really like how the tension just build up in each one of their performance from the beginning til the end , their performances have good narrative, props to whoever directing their stage, they execute it very very well!

As for sf9, they have such interesting concepts, even though at first they dont really impress me but i can see their improvement throughout each round, they have like this aura to them i cant really explain what but they did such a great job sticking to their vibe(?) lol if that makes sense.

Anyways, those are my thoughts. All 6 groups did amazing and i hope this show benefits them with more exposure and learning experience for their success in the future cause they all deserve it!

#kingdom legendary war #mnet kingdom #ateez #btob #stray kids #ikon #the boyz #sf9 kingdom

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spiderling-space · 4 years

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hello, welcome to the fandom! may i please request headcanons of Floyd, Kalim, and Rook with an s/o who is usually very shy and in musical theater, but has a very loud singing voice and always gets the main role? thank you!!! ~~~ (ps. i cant wait to see how all of your writings turn out!!!! :00000 )

Hey anon! Do you have any idea how much I love High School Musical? This request made me think of Gabriella Montez in first HSM movie. So I based the shyness off of her and expect to read some lyrics from HSM songs.

I have no regrets hahshssh

PS I didn’t check google for lyrics; I memorized most of the songs

PPS I just picked a random names for the musicals

Putting them under the cut because they are long

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Floyd Leech

Land dwellers believe every mermen/mermaid have enchanting voice. While it’s not true, it is highly regarded to have a beautiful voice in Coral Sea.

He planned to give a surprise visit to his Shrimpy.

When he goes to their room, he doesn’t find them there yet there is a faint sound coming from their dressing room.

“I gotta do what’s best for me; You’ll be okay; I got to move on and be who I am; I just don’t belong here I hope you understand; We might our places in this world someday but at least for now I gotta go my own way..”

Floyd thinks his Shrimpy wants to break up with and his mood turns sour.

“SHRIMPY!”

A shriek comes inside dressing room.

(Y/N) opens the door while holding a perfume/cologne bottle on the other hand, face flushed.

“Floyd, you scared the hell out of me!” (Y/N) notices him pouting. “What happened?”

“Shrimpy, do you really mean it?” — “I can explain.” — “If you want to break with me, you could have just told me.” — “What? I like you too much for it. I was just practicing for the show. See this perfume/cologne is my mic.” — “Show?” — “I’m the lead actress in Starry Nights The Musical!” (Y/N) finished their sentence so fast that they doubted Floyd understood them. All they want is to bury themselves in their sweater.

Floyd has no idea what a musical is so (Y/N) needs to explain it then their role in it.

Floyd is shocked and amused to see their shy partner, who get flustered even when they want to ask a question in class because people staring at them, can go on a stage and sing their heart out without any issue.

Floyd wants to see (Y/N) on stage and gets himself invited to their show.

(Y/N) is worried that Floyd will jump on stage to hug them in the middle of musical but invites him - also Azul and Jade - to their show, securing the best seats. (Y/N) hopes Jade or Azul would prevent Floyd from jumping on stage.

Lastly, since Floyd heard (Y/N)’s voice, expect him to drag them in secluded corners in NRC and hug them tightly, demanding a one-person musical.

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Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim is throwing a party in his dorm and of course, (Y/N), his partner, is invited.

Knowing their shyness, Kalim stands by their side, offering some sort of comfort if they get flustered too much for their comfort.

During one of parties, (Y/N) feels as if everyone’s eyes on them and asks Kalim if they could go somewhere private.

Kalim tried to distract them by talking about random things.

Accidentally (Y/N) mentions their new role in upcoming musical called A Whole New World and how they are nervous about it because they got the lead role.

Kalim has never heard of it but he just wants know all about it. So he asks about everything from the plot of musical to what made them want to star in the musical.

When he learns being the star of musical in The Narrowway is (Y/N)’s childhood dream and that they have been working hard and managing to get lead roles ever since then, he just gets excited for them.

Kalim is there to support their partner.

(Y/N) tells Kalim that their parents gave them moral boost and helped them to feel at ease when they are on stage.

Since their parents aren’t with them, Kalim tells (Y/N) that he will do the same.

Next day - Jamil stopped Kalim to go at 2 am-, Kalim goes to Crowley and tells that he wants to build a musical theater in Scarabia, Crowley accepts it with a some amount fee.

Thanks to magic, the theatre construction is done in 2 days and Kalim surprises (Y/N) with it.

Until the day of (Y/N)’s musical, they practiced in the theatre in front of Kalim everyday.

“We’re soaring; We’re flying; There is not a star in heaven that we can’t reach; If we’re trying yeah we’re breaking free...”

Kalim applauds after every performance, solidifying (Y/N)’s confidence.

On the day of the musical, Kalim will fill (Y/N)’s room with flowers and good luck wishes.

Expect to hear praises from him everyday for a long time.

Kalim will definitely ask you when your next show is so you two can practice again! Oh by the way, the theatre in Scarabia is named after (Y/N)

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Rook Hunt

“Everyday of our lives; Wanna find you there, wanna hold on tight; Gonna run while we're young and keep the faith; Everyday; From right now, gonna use our voices and scream out loud; Take my hand; Together we will celebrate...”

Rook coaxes (Y/N) into singing the song they would sing in A Night in City of Lights.

Rook already knows (Y/N) is going to be The Star of the musical.

He is ecstatic that people will see the beauty of his partner, hear the beauty of their voice and be in the presence of their beauty.

Rook is already getting excited from just thinking about it.

Rook, as a man of romance and hunter of love and beauty, starts serenading a poem to (Y/N) right there right then.

(Y/N) freezes on spot, blush covering their cheeks. They try to hide their face with their hands but Rook takes their hands with his own and plants kisses on them.

He finds (Y/N)’s flustered state extremely beautiful; in fact any state of (Y/N) radiate beauty.

Rook knows (Y/N) is shy. He thinks they are worried about how people will react to them.

“Don’t worry, mon amour, if there is one person who disrespects you, I’ll help them to see your beauty!” — “No no there is no need!” — “Ahh, they will appreciate it as well!”

Well there is no point of arguing with Rook at this point.

Rook attends every practice (Y/N) has with the crew. Seeing his face during practices encourages (Y/N) to try their best and of course hope for the best.

On the day of the musical, Rook does the make up and hair of (Y/N). He can’t let his beloved to go on stage with second rate make up and hair!

He sits in the front row with Epel who was persuaded to come with Rook.

When it ends, Rook gets up from his seat, clapping non-stop, singing praises with all he got. While at the same time, he scans the theatre with his eyes in case some are not applauding.

He spots 4 guys laughing among themselves instead of giving attention to the beauty, his partner, on the stage.

RIP to them

They attend the next show and this time those 4 men are among the ones appreciating (Y/N)

#floyd leech #kalim al asim #rook hunt #octavinelle #scarabia #pomefiore #prefect #vice prefect #headcanons

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ducknotinarow · 3 years

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“Hey Richy, baby, how do you like your chicken cooked?” Bailey asked, clicking the tongs in his hand, “Rare, medium rare, medium, well done?” He says, “I’d get mid-rare like how you have steak, but I dunno if it’s different for when we cook chicken-steaks.”

Bailey clearly does not understand that chicken can not be cooked to different stages of done.

[I saw this thing that was like ‘people that cant be in the kitchen’, saw ‘rare chicken tenders’ and here we are u_u]

|muse interaction

"Bailey why in hell, the heaven where else are you in the kitchen?" Were they very first words out of the eagle's beak when seeing his husband just now.

Bailey being in the kitchen was one thing they liked to snack and eat and grab juice...even if they drank out the carton sometimes. Richard would maybe complain about that but well he already drank from the same cups and bottles as them but he at least still marked any cartons for Sue and Buddy just in case. So Bailey in the kitchen wasn't a thing to worry about however when the need to worry did come into call it was like right now as they were standing at the counter looking over the cooking chicken tongs in hand as they seemed to be in thought...now it was time to be worried Richard thought, as he cautiously entered the kitchen getting Bailey's attention with his presence.

“Hey Richy, baby, how do you like your chicken cooked?”

A click of the tongs and Richard left wondering what got into them to wanna cook now...well okay they likely just wanted to try again he just couldn't believe he was unsupervised in the kitchen. And nothing had gone wrong from Bailey just standing in the room alone. Well, nothing was on fire. Yet. Nothing was on fire yet.. He hadn't even really picked up on the question from his husband till he continued it.

“Rare, medium rare, medium, well done?”

"Uh Bails" Wanting to point out an obvious thing when it came to chicken. But they were still talking before giving him a chance to intervene just yet.

“I’d get mid-rare like how you have steak, but I dunno if it’s different for when we cook chicken-steaks.”

"mi gallo loco. I honestly don't understand how you lived off peanut butter and god knows what else before me." Richard went on to mutter as he walked over to Bailey, he didn't want to full-on discourage the rooster from wanting to cook after all....but this was Bailey and honestly he was surprised nothing was a miss or messed up in the kitchen from Bailey just being in here in the first place. Sometimes Richard swore Bailey didnt need to move an inch or even lift a finger for things to just happen around the rooster. He just had to be there and suddenly fires would break out and stuff would wind up on the floor.

Walking overtaking his attention to the chicken set to cook first before speaking to his own chicken "yeah no it's different if you don't cook it right you'll give people food poisoning." As if Richard hadn't had that a few times himself already. "This chicken shouldn't be had raw." He pointed out, smirking at Bailey when he specified on that wording. chuckling amusing himself because of course Richard thought he was the funniest as well. Looking from where he was standing sure it be easier to just take over but. Staying in his place he decided on "See undercooked chicken juice will run red for one so you should cut to check if it's clear you'll be good." Richard went on to explain stading where he was when speaking, if Bailey was going to try and cook then Richard was going to at least offer a second pair of eyes to watch them as they went about it....and in case it didn't go well he'd just eat it all himself so no one else would wind up sick.

#aflockoffeathers #madamkezzie #[mocha i wanna feel like this forever aflockoffeathers]#muse interaction #((bailey please don't kill your husband u_u hes dumb he'll eat what you make))#muse| richard evans alder

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missblissy · 5 years

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What if Alastor had a s/o who was deaf? 🤔

((WHEEZE. COUGHS. VIBRATES UNCONTROLLABLY. I’m living for this, okay?? This is my shit. I’m obsessed. Thank you anon. U have blessed me. THIS GOT REALLY LONG AAAAAAA. i did not mean for this to happen. There is a link down in the story that is underlined that will send you to a song you guys might want to listen to when you get to that part of the HCs. :)) Trust me... You guys are gonna want to listen to that song, I don’t want to spoil it so!! Just trust me!! You’ll like it!! If you cant find the link down there.. HERE IT IS TOO~~!! ENJOY!!!!!!! ))

((They/Them))

At first, he thought you were just ignoring him. You caught his eye standing pretty at the bar. A new resident? Oh, how exciting! He simply had to introduce himself to you. You were already quite attentive to him, falling into almost category of his type.

But when he approached and said, “Why, hello there!” And when you didn’t react, respond, or turn to face him, Alastor was a little shocked to be so blatantly ignored. His smile seemed more forced as another handful of seconds past by. That was until Husk chuckled from the other side of the bar, “You’re an idiot” he told the Radio Demon while cleaning a whiskey glass.

“Excuse me?” Alastor gave a wide eye blink with a never-fading smile. You had finally noticed someone standing behind you, only because you saw Husk’s lips move. You turned around and noticed the menacing presence of Alastor. It was hard to see, but you noticed the twitch of irritation at his brow. “They’re deaf, dumb ass.” Husk explained, seeing as he already knew you a little bit.

Ah. Well then. Alastor wasn’t sure how to respond so he just kept smiling while his eyes flicker between you and Husk. Lucky for you, you could read lips pretty well but for the most part, you depended on sign language as your preferred method of communication. You knew your voice sounded off, clumsy and slurred if you tried to speak, seeing as you couldn’t d hear yourself. You were very self-conscious about the way you sounded for a deaf person.

And yet this started the steady slow-building friendship between you and Alastor. He kept his distance for the longest time. You always felt his eyes on you though. He’d watch you sign to others. Husk knew a lot of sign language so you spent a large part of your time at the bar talking to him. Over time, as Alastor watched you from afar, he studied every hand motion, every sign and every little mannerism there was to know about you. You weren’t sure how to feel about him. The two of you never actually talked or communicated in any way shape or form. You couldn’t lie though, there was just something about him that you were drawn into, and it was hard to keep him out of your thoughts.

Weeks went by where you’d pass each other in the hallway and wave, smile, and sometimes Alastor would give you a nod of his head. He stilled watch you all the time, and he never hid it. You’d look at him from across the room and meet his gaze, then turn back and focus on whatever Charlie was saying. Five minutes would pass then you’d dash your gaze back over and see Alastor’s eyes still glued to you.

One day you were sitting by yourself at the bar. You were nose deep in a book that you couldn’t get enough off. Suddenly someone tapped on your shoulder. It took you by surprise so you let out a little and startled yelp. It was Alastor standing behind you with a smile that seemed too large for his face. His eyes had a low reddish glow to them and you could feel the static electricity wave off him in shallow pulses similar to a heartbeat. Your senses were heightened. He smelled like wild roses and what you could only assume was death. The air around him was freezing cold and extremely still.

Suddenly he gave you a formal bow. One of his hands laid across his chest while the other stretched behind him. He ducked his head down and stayed like that for a few seconds. Then he stood tall again and to your surprise, he signed “Hello,” and you watched his lips move as he said it too. Little did you know that he had kept his distance for so long because he was learning how to communicate with you. Over the weeks, he was drawn to you. The way you dressed, laughed, hummed and genuinely sought out redemption. You signed back “Hi,” while Alastor went on to say, “Our first introduction didn’t really go very well. I didn’t know you were deaf. So I’m sorry if I seemed rude,” His grin was forever wide and smeared across his face, lips moving to each word, though you couldn’t tell if he spoke them out loud or whispered them to himself. ((He was talking allowed, which caused Husk to grow irritated enough to leave the bar to restock it full of more liquor.

You signed back with a smile “I didn’t know you could use sign language,” You mouthed each word, but not a sound came from you until a soft little giggle escaped your lips. It made his dead heart twitch to life. It was almost enough to make HIM blush. The two of you instantly hit it of right there.

From that day on, Alastor was never far from you. He lingered here and near. You could always tell when he was around even if you couldn’t see him. Alastor gave off this very unique pulsing wave of electricity into the air, but not nearly enough people noticed this. When you asked Charlie if she’d ever felt it before, she had no idea what you were talking about. Angel said he felt something like that before but didn’t put it together that it may have been Alastor.

It became commonplace for Alastor to keep you company whenever he had a moment to spar. He’d ask you a lot of questions, things about yourself, your life and afterlife. He wanted to get to know you.

One day Alastor brought you into a large empty theater in the back of the Hotel. It was filled with rows and rows rotting tables with broken chairs. But a piano stood alone on the stage. He held his arm out and walk you between the rows of tables and chairs and down to the stage. You kept asking him what was going on or what he had planned, but he only smiled and told you to just wait and see.

The piano was sleek and clean. Alastor closed the lid of the grand piano and freed the keyboard from its cover. He didn’t ask or wait a second to lift you up from bridal style and place you on top of the piano. He signed, “You should lay on down for this, trust me.”

You did as told. You laid down on your back with your eyes fixed up at the rafters above the stage. While you did that, Alastor sat down in front of Piano and got ready to express himself in a way that he had not done in decades.

Suddenly you felt the vibrations of the key strings of the piano being struck at the rate of a thousand full. You’ve never felt anything like this before. You sat up enough to spin around and face Alastor. His quick fingers paused for a second or two. He wore a smile and his eyes were closed. You stared at him when suddenly his fingers smashed the keys and a loud thunderous wave of vibrations and static washed over you. The song he played was fast and you could feel every note course through your bones. There were so many emotions in this song and even though you couldn’t hear it, you could feel it.

You’ve never had the chance to experience music. It was something that always fell on dead ears. If you could have anything in the world, it would be the chance to just hear one song. It didn’t even have to be a good one. And somehow Alastor was making this possible in a way you never thought of. As he raced one, smashing key after key with such speed and aggression you couldn’t even focus on his hands. You could feel every high and low note, every note that was pressed with force or delicacy. Alastor finally started to slow down when his eyes flashed open but as soon as he did that he slammed down on the keys again and proved you wrong. He went faster and faster, staring at you the entire time with a glowing grin and flashing red eyes that somehow flicker their own light that matched the speed of his song.

The song had finally come to an end and you were moved in a way that made you emotional. Alastor leaned on an elbow while resting his cheek in his hand. You saw him mouth the word, “So?” He was asking what you thought about his little ‘surprise.’ It was amazing. It was something you had never experienced before, and that song... it was hypnotizing, intoxicating and a high you wanted to feel again if that was even possible. You first signed “That was amazing!” then signed “Thank you!” Over and over again. You felt little tears prick your eyes but they never fell.

You nearly fell off the piano while throwing your arms around Alastor. He stiffened the second you touch him, but relaxed and let you hug him. As you lingered there you did your best to pass air through your lungs and voice out, “Thank you, Al,” So that’s what your voice sounded like? There was no stopping it now. He simply adored it while finding himself liking you more and more. Alastor returned your hug and found himself getting lost in it, and not wanting to let go.

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hello icha!!!!! learned from my mistakes and typed this out in a separate document. first i have to say im feeling a very deep connection with citron as of late bc i was giving myself a pep talk abt like physics and i told myself "face up and man the music!" and was like "...is that wrong. theres that song called man against the music isnt there... yeah it must be right" and. well i realized later. i also think the phrase "dont cry because it happened, smile because its over" is very good. also I’m halfway thru creating a very eclectic list of like. a Pokémon team for each a3 character which is… something. kinda knew it would happen to me. might take a while for me to finish it tho now that I’m halfway bc I’m suddenly having a crisis like “wait shit I’m only confident on my understanding and characterizing of like 4 characters am I good enough” so… it’s slow going lol. anyways. i finished that damn physics thing I was giving myself a pep talk about and so am treating myself to autumn/winter. happens that watching these events is also like. the only thing which reminds me to actually like. log into a3 lol. i am so bad at gacha games. probably a good thing in the long run. ok starting from the top!

hisoka going "zzz" as his reaction made me immediately go... oh dear, please dont fall asleep in the bath and guess what happened. yeah. good thing homare was there lol. speaking of i fucking adore homare and his poetry. id buy his collection. i also wish there was a collection like if there was a master list of every poem he says in like. at the very least main story. if not i will literally do it myself. i love homare so much im like him in that back when i had to play dodgeball id always be like kufufufu they cant hit me if im friendless enough that no one pays attention to me but like in my case it actually worked out. on the subject of the pillow fight tho, hisoka's crazy strong pillow fight throw... one more mark on the list for suspicious, maybe assassin occupation. this event made me realize how much i missed winter like. i saw the stranger pretty recently (which has caused the effect of be being like "taichi!! thats my boy!!" in my head everytime he shows up lol but anyways i havent gotten to a winter play yet so im VERY hype. especially bc this seems like it stars hisoka and homare??? like oh!! oh!!!! also detective fiction... im swooning. i also just enjoy the hisoka homare dynamic a whole fucking lot i think its nice how homare was like "yeah im ride or die for this funky lil amnesiac, why wouldnt you be?" and its just like. nice. feel like hes always reaching out to hisoka which is like. man homare is so nice.

back to chronology. ofc sakyo goes cheap for the hot springs lol. on brand as ever. was very hype for the azuma sakyo dynamic bc all i remember is like azuma trashing everyone including sakyo at some game or the other in one of the winter chapters and it was very good. or was this a clip in like a stage play? either way it was delightful. at first i misinterpreted taichi going "…" after azuma and sakyo said theyd never been on a field trip bc like. taichi being quiet or noncommunicative... after going thru autumn troupe act 1 it makes me fear for my life a little lol. anyways im glad he was just like planning fun times. speaking of taichi tho we got a tasuku taichi pair for etudes!!!! im not spoiling myself for later events but i hope to GOD tasuku and taichi do like a lead co lead in SOMETHING or at least like some mixed troupe event i want them to talk!!!

also dunno if this is an intentional pun but i enjoy that its called high spirits at the hot spring bc like oh theyre having fun but also bc like. "spirits" is used to refer to a certain type of alcohol i think? which is cool. dunno if its intentional but i liked that. anyways the talent show. taichis moving rendition of single ladies... ok i know it said single fellas but like. we know. wonder if that line was a different song in japanese? its not too old at ALL tho imo. anyways the way banri and juza being themselves Are the entertainment... flashback to when banri slaps juza live on stage instead of doing a stage slap lol. my reaction to azuma essentially went:

azuma: I can offer to bare my soul, and a little more ;)

izumi: what do u mean by that???

me: hey tasuku and omi were shirtless what's ur problem with azuma

anyways i reread and from what i understand they were maybe only flexing and doing a gun show? which like. no wonder it didnt last too long then lol. also explains why they didnt have shirtless sprites i suppose lmao. i am SO curious abt what azuma ended up doing tho that fade to black is so mysterious! did he tap dance? did he pole dance? the world will never know...

oh also im not like super familiar with azuma yet but my read on his personality is definitely like "I am so touch starved All The Time but I will be chill. :) :) this is fine :)" like he just seems to rly like being around people! just like basking in presence whether or not hes rly talking that much.

i enjoyed that juza mentioned pillow fighting with his lil brother... thats nice! i think a lot of this event was just focused on ppl having fun over the drama lol bc it got wrapped up sooo quick. i liked the bit where sakyos worried that izumi was out late searching for him tho it was so sweet. table tennis match was very fun although id argue calling hisoka and juza the two quietest tho lol like... banri exists so juza isnt quiet. just like inevitably. finally, the event cg!!! azumas hair tied up... so nice! thats how I tie my hair up sometimes tho it doesnt look nearly as nice lol. taichi rambling abt his first love for so long tho... lol. ill be honest i have to reread autumn bc i was not aware of this whole situation until it came up in the stranger and i like inferred from there. the end of this event was nice! it was cute. i dont rly have much thoughts on it but im so hype for the winter play

Hello:!!! so good to see you again, freshly learning from your mistakes then :3c

the connection with Citron is a BLAST to read about. I am glad that Citron is there, on your mind, supporting you at every turns of language. It's beautiful.

AND OH THE POKEMON LIST!!! thrilled to hear about it being a wip ongoing! take your time ofc and i hope you'll feel more confident as you go for your characters interpretation! i believe in you!

lmao i'm glad the events help you remember to play a3, i'm sure that by the time you'll be done with the events you will have unlocked so much of act 2 you won't have to worry too much about it. Anyway i'm glad you treat yourself to good things :3c

of course Hisoka fell asleep in the bath. tbh this event was a lot of "Hisoka almost dies in a spring house multiple times if it wasn't for his troupesmates". Between sleeping in the bath and almost swallowing the table tenis ball... where would we be without Winter, and especially Homare, taking care fo him.

I'm SO GLAD you like Homare that much! he's so so good! i'm sure there must be a masterlist somewhere, or well. can be done anytime i guess?? but yeah Homare is fantastic and LDJFDLKFJDF the evil plan to avoid dodgeball from both of you.. this is incredible DLKJFDLKF. But yeah alas he's loved by his own so he gets hit smh.

And yeah Hisoka is just acting sus huh.

BUT YEAH... YEAH... WINTER... BELOVED.... I feel regular and normal feelings for Winter as you know, s o .

(i'm so delighted that you feel that way about Taichi though, as he deserves!! what a good boy!!!)

But yeah Winter play next!!!!! i love the winter plays so much i hope you'll like it as well!! aND YEAH HISOKA AND HOMARE AS A DUO... for a DETECTIVE story?? so good.

I'm sO GLAD you like their dynamic! yeah i adore it too. Homare was so quick to leap into taking care of Hisoka? Like i mean he immediatly called him sleeping beauty when they first met, and immediately decided to be his roommates to watch over him, and then he did everything to take care of him and it's just so sweet. Homare has such a big heart he's so gentle with Hisoka. Homey and comfortable, whenever Hisoka admits it or not ahah.

ahah wouldn't be Sakyo if he didn't need to stay cheap. BUT YEAH the Sakyo/Azuma dynamic is pretty good. oh the event you talk about i think is in some of his very first backstage storyes (that you can read if you have them since they're at this point of the chronology). There's one where they play a mafia game and Sakyo is warry of Azuma because "people like him are those you need to worry about the most" and Azuma is just ":) you wound me :) i would never :)" and then Azuma wins the game and starts to mess with everyone. It was so fun. and yeah i see which clip you mean for the stage play!! it's so so fun they have such a neat dynamic and i loved to see it in this event as well.

and omg worrying about Taichi while he was just there preparing a fun time! this child really would have worried us all back then huh

but AHH YEAH TASUKU TAICHI.... It's such a neat dynamic! ofc i won't say anything but man i love the potential of their stories, as the two ex Godza boys. To see them bond and be comfortable with each other always make me so soft.

OH NICE CATCH FOR THE PUN! i think it must be the reason for it tbh, i love it! thanks for pointing it out!

The talent show was really fun yeah ahah! I wonder what it is in Japanese too but at least the localization was hella fun!

"anyways the way banri and juza being themselves Are the entertainment." THEY'RE SO SILLY I love them so much

AND LMAO YOUR REACTION AT AZUMA I LOVE IT. YEah i think Tasuku and Omi are just flexing (which is Still. SO FUNNY. Just there saying "our talents is.. our muscles...") meanwhile Azuma is like "my talent is that i'm crazy hot :)"

But YEAH Azuma... AZUMA WHAT DID YOU DO....

your read on Azuma's personality feels pretty spot on to me ahah omg. Staying with what you know about him, the fact that with his job and all, he seems like he's starving for connection while also terrified to make himself emotionally vulnerable. He loves staying with people, listening to them, caring for them, and he's touch starved as hell (i mean it's his job) but he doesn't seem to really know how to be on the receiving hand of affection. there's a flair talk, i can't remember where, with Omi at some point, where Azuma compliments him, and Omi is just "mhm.. but you know i think that it's more about you" and ends up complimenting Azuma in depth and it let Azuma dumbfounded because he didn't expect Omi to trick him at his own game, while Omi just genuinely don't get why Azuma is reacting that way. He gives he gives he gives, and he's genuinely happy with that, but he seems to have difficulties to take, or to demand for something, while also starving for it. I have so many emotions for Azuma.

Any mentions of Juza's little bro are the best things. I love this type of mention TwT

And yeah it was such a laid back event. Honestly deserved after the crying fest that was The Stranger imo. It's good to relax once in a while and it was nice to have them have fun. There was the bitterness of both Azuma and Sakyo's past that was always a bit looming but everyone was working so hard for them to enjoy themselves that the joy just overtake any sadness i loved it.

Sakyo worrying about Izumi is always adorable TwT

And yeah the Table Tennis match was so fun and chaotic LMAO. I love the dynamic between Juza and Hisoka. Just two usually quiet boys who like sweets. Except that yeah like you say, as long as Banri is around, Juza cannot be 100% quiet. Rip.

THE CG WAS SO PRETTY i loved seeing it. And omg you can share your hairtips with Azuma how nice :D Azuma manages to make everything look beautiful smh....

Oh yeah Taichi and his first love! if i recall he mentions it quickly at the begining, that Yuki reminds him of his first love, and he says that again at some point - then the fake Portrait he does he mentions his first love again. And since then it's been a reccuring topic so yeh :3c

but yeah! this event was really sweet and laid back, not much to say about it, but it was nice to have it at all!

Hope you'll like the winter play :3c

Take care and thank you again for your thoughts <33 i love reading them!! bless you!!

#ichafantalks a3 #sonnets of beauty #ichareply

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Seven stages of love Chapter 5: Storge

Summary: Ever since the Celestial War, since they all fell, Asmodeus has dedicated himself to his sin. Not caring about anything else, but drowning himself in the pleasure and ecstasy of it all. But not anymore, now he cant even handle the idea of it. But, what else is there to want? After so long of having indulged in his sin, what is there than Asmodeus is looking for, something that will fill him, and that wont drive him to destruction? Perhaps his brothers can help him with that. Warnings will appear in each chapter.

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Trigger Warning: Mentions of lust, anger, crying, detachment.

Asmodeus woke up alone. His eyes meeting nothing but the darkness of the Devildom mornings as he sat up on his bed. Wait, his bed? No, it wasn’t his bed, it wasn’t as soft, and the floral scent that was constant in his room wasn’t there. It also didn't feel like Mammon's bed, no quite. In his confusion, the demon barely registered when his eyesight adjusted to the dark, realization hitting him as he finally noticed who’s room he was in.

“Mhm, you are awake.” A deep voice caused the demon to look a little too fast at the door, only to see his eldest brother standing there with two cups of tea. “I suspected you would be doing so soon, so I took the liberty of getting you some as well.” He moves his hands as if emphasizing he meant the tea, before walking over to his desk and setting both cups down, only to turn to his younger brother, a unreadable expression in his face, like always, as he sat down on a chair and starred at Asmodeus, whose mind was still wondering how he had woken up in his brothers room.

It wasn’t like he went to sleep in his room either. If the way his back ached was anything to go by. That was something about each of them that showed how they were unique. Or at least, some of those things, they were trivial, but the more Asmodeus payed attention to them, the more he realized how different each of them were. if they were a family like they had always thought, although broken in its own achord, why were they so different? Perhaps, at the end of the day, the only reason why they called each other brothers was because they fell together. Had Diavolo decided to pay no mind to that, and gave each of them a house of their own, would they still see one another as brothers? No, what was he thinking? They were family, right? I mean they had been they for each other so far...they had to be.

Asmodeus aimlessly took the cup of tea, barely even glancing up at the demon as he sighed, placing it down on the table that was besides his brothers bed. A tiredness in his eyes and withing himself that the demon couldn’t believe or even comprehend. Then, a memory of words, promises and ideals come to his mind, as he frowned. That’s right, he still didn’t know how in the world had he found himself in his eldest brothers room.

“…I thought I had fallen asleep in Mammon’s room.”

He whispers, half absentminded. There was no real reason why he was asking. To be fair, now days, there was no real reason why he did or said anything anymore. There was just this big hole inside of him, and for a moment the other night, he truly believed that if he went back, to those nights when once had enjoyed, if he went back that he once more that it would all go away… Or perhaps not. He knew that it would only hurt him more, even Mammon had seen through his rouse. Now, now he was able to see clearly through the fog that had cemented itself in his mind. He had not been looking for a way to fix everything that he thought was wrong with the way he was feeling. No, in fact, if anything, he had been looking for the final thing that would simply allow him to cease all feelings. The real reason was that he was so tired from all of the things he had learned and did not understand, and that feeling in his chest, that he was hoping to destroy it all, even if it meant destroying himself in the process.

“Mammon informed me about your state. And I wanted to be present when you awoke.” With those simple words, the older demon noticed a shift in his brothers expression. No longer did he look detached from it all and tired, now he looked alert, shocked…betrayed. But, why would he feel any of those things? It was more than expected none of his brothers knew how to keep things to themselves, even Belphegor had exposed him, perhaps not by saying to the others what he had seen, but by letting the others know about the state of of him.

The elder demon noticed the lost expression in his brothers eyes, starring at him for a couple of seconds before he sighed, placing down his own cup as he approached him, only to be meet with a glare. Asmodeus felt like his entire being did not matter. Every time he allowed himself to feel any type of way, he was immediately found out by another member of his family. First Belphegor, then Mammon, and now Lucifer. Why couldn’t they just allow him to deal with this on his own?! Did they need to show him just how ridiculous the situation was one by one standing in front of him with some put together nice words that showed just how much they knew of the one thing Asmodeus seemed to be so confused by?!

Why did they even went through the trouble of giving him the time of the day?! Why would they share their information, their knowledge, who they were, to the pathetic demon that came to each of their door to cry and complain about things that he had no grasp about?! Was it pity? That must be it. Pity for the demon that they were forced to see as family. Pity at seeing him so withered away from his original form, or perhaps it was their own sick and twisted way to tempt him with the answer. Perhaps it was a trick from all six of them, each telling Asmodeus something different to make him feel somehow worse than he already did. He wouldn’t put it past them, they were demons after all.

Family, yeah, that may be what they introduced themselves as, brothers who fell together and now represented the sins. Sins that were no longer represented by them, but them having become the living embodiment those. Leviathan must have felt some kind of satisfaction, the Avatar of Envy, having finally nothing to be envious about as he smirked and allowed himself to rejoice in knowing more than his brother. Satan, heh, how fun must it have been for him, watched the wrath and confusion in him as he explained simply and calmly all that he knew. Mammon, oh dear Mammon, that idiot must have countless of pictures and videos, maybe even voice recordings of what he had said and acted like the night before. He must have already sold it, made some pretty penny and now was spending the money after having humiliated him. And of course…Lucifer, Lucifer, avatar of Pride. He must be feeling so powerful and strong at seeing his weak pathetic little brother like this. Must be feeling a rush of pride at knowing he was better in every way, and his little brother was nothing but a pathetic mess. He hated it all, had it always been like this, have they always pretended to be family? Well, its not like it mattered in the end.

“Asmodeus? What is-?”

“DON’T YOU DARE!”

Asmodeus scream was that of a child, a child who had just been revealed some kind of truth he did not want to hear. It was so shocking and so raw, so hurt, that Lucifer could do nothing but stare at Asmodeus for as long as he could allow himself to. Just when he was about to speak, the panting from his brother ceased as tears were reflected in his eyes, the glare still in place. As many emotions that were swirling in the demons’ eyes, there was one that Lucifer could pinpoint precisely. An emotion that he himself that felt so many years ago, an emotion that all of them had felt at some point, the same emotion that had literally given one of them live so many years ago.

Hate. It was a hate so powerful and palpable that Lucifer couldn’t help but remember the time when he felt such an emotion. But this was slightly different. Within the hate, there was something more. There was a sadness that could take over thee hate in a flash of light. Asmodeus felt so completely alone, and those emotions he was feelings…they weren’t directed at Lucifer, not really. Not him or at any of the brothers, no. They were directed at Asmodeus himself as he refused to look at Lucifer again. Finally speaking.

“…don’t you dare ask what is wrong, trying to get me to talk about it just so you can feel some sadistic pleasure at knowing that I am like this! You must be rejoicing already but I wont let you or anyone else keep seeing me like this! I-I know that I am we-weak and all t-that! B-But it doesn’t mean I need you! I-I don’t need your help s-so j-just shut up!”

The demon was so overwhelmed he couldn’t even stop the words from escaping his lips. He was lying, or maybe not. And he was possibly wrong about that statement, but it didn’t matter. He didn’t want anyone to see him like this, and yet from the very start of the situation, each time he was in his lowest point one of his brothers had to intervene and watch him as he fell slightly, as he became more desperate as he learned of the thing he still had no idea what it had struck him so hard when Belphegor claimed it.

At this point…he felt nothing but despair. It had been weeks, maybe longer, since that word had made its way into Asmodeus life, and he had yet to understand it in anyway. And now…now here he was. Screaming at his brother, thinking to himself that he didn’t need anyone, or more, rather, trying to convince himself that he didn’t need anyone.

In the fickle moments were clarity made its way to the shipwreck inside Asmodeus mind, there was a slight chance where the real part of Asmodeus could see through all the deceive and the lies he had been feeding himself. The deception that had cemented itself as solid stone, an overwhelming presence of la fort as it presented itself like an impotent being that was there to defend Asmodeus, it kept growing and becoming far greater than it was even possible. Although there were cracks, cracks where the demon could find himself looking for a way out, where the real world placed itself and presented itself to him, but it never lasted long.

The wall became far greater and bigger with each lie Asmodeus fed himself, and the curses flying his mind as he tried to rip the memories and the information his brothers had given him in the past. Part of him wanted to hold on to that information, to learn and to understand, to simply separate himself from the lustful demon he was and forget all about the past. But there was another part of him that each time he tried to climb, dig or shine from the fort, it grabbed him and pulled him deeper into a maze formed with the same stone he had managed to strip away. In the end, it was only him with his conflicted feelings, a void inside, and meaningless words with the suffocating sensation that brought the never-ending walls. Because this was Asmodeus, and there was nothing more to him.

There right in the room, for a moment, maybe more, perhaps less, existed a silence that prevailed. A silence that covered and bathed every each of the two demons that stood there. The soft ticking that came with a bomb having ceased as it had already unleashed all that had hidden inside. All that had been unsaid for so many years and had been slowly corroded by the weight of time. In a moment Lucifer assumed he had been talking to his brother, the same brother that laughed at night and made jokes and complimented each one of them. In the other, with the silence, with the crumbs left in the air, Lucifer realized that all this time, he and everyone else had been talking to a nonexistent figure. A blank, a pose, an actor, a ghost. Someone that someone had taken over the face of their brother, his voice, his mannerism, and had shaped him into something he hated.

For the first time, it seemed like he was talking to the real Asmodeus.

No, that wasn’t the case either. This was what was left after so many years of the façade, but…but it felt real. Although the image in front of him was fragmented and with missing pieces, a voice so broken that even screams only passed as the softest of whispers, with the gust of wind carrying them away, it was real. What Asmodeus was expressing, they were real concerns that his brother had. And Lucifer felt, that for the first time, he truly knew his brother.

Neither of them could tell how much time it had passed since Asmodeus last spoke. The air was filled with the silent, and Asmodeus head was filled with the ever-aching sensation of not belonging, of not knowing. Trapped in the maze withing the fort he couldn’t even tell when Lucifer sat down next to him, with a soft expression. Or when had his brother taken Asmodeus hand into his own, or even when he had initiated a hug where the younger demon actually felt the warmth he had missed ever since Belphegor hugged him that one night, and when the rest of his brothers showed him any type of affection. After an untellable amount of time, Lucifer finally spoke. And Asmodeus felt like finally, after so much fighting with himself to held it up, a part of the wall was brought down.

“…I know you are confused. Scared, and that you feel alone, you are discovering things about yourself that go against everything you thought you were, and that you no longer see yourself as the person that you used to be. And…that is okay Asmodeus, you don’t have to be a certain way all of your life. You don’t have to force yourself to be someone. You are you, in every shape, in every way, in all forms. The past was you, but that shouldn’t stop you from welcoming and embracing this new you. And at the end of the day, even if you still haven’t figured it out, or if you did and you don’t like it, or any other possible scenario, we will be here.” Lucifer paused, and so did Asmodeus breathing for less than a mere second as he prepared himself for Lucifer's next words, he knew what they would be, alas, the impact was the same. “Because we are family…”

Family…a broken family. If anything. So why did Lucifer, one of the most powerful demons there were in the Devildom had to go out of his way to comfort him? He must be such a shame for his family. And yet…yet all of them had showed that although he was in this state, they were there for him, to answer his questions and tell him the hard cold truth, and beyond that to take Asmodeus hand, look him in the eye, and say they were going to be there for him no matter what. They were flawed family, and Asmodeus hated how much they were in each others business. But even if his doubt killed him, even if they got into fights, and even if one if they were deeply wrong, they would stand together.

“Because we are family, and we **** you.”

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Well hi! I really hope you all enjoyed this new chapter! There are only 2 chapters left in this fic so i hope y'all are looking forward to them lol, anyway, next chapter on Saturday, hopefully. Until then!

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[Ranking Of Cozy music eras]

Well, as many of you know, Cozy did A LOT of things with many musicians and playing different styles. He appeared on at least 66 albums and counting another session work, some hidden works (Like Supertision and Ballroom Blitz) in total is nearly 90 things that he did! (that's why it took me so long, I had to listen to all again) but always one era will be better than other so... at the request of @thespiritofvexation (and I wanted to because is a excellent idea) here are the ranking of Cozy music eras.

Note: I'll try to be objective about this but also you'll get my opinion.

9. Whitesnake.

(As you can notice, Cozy's solo album is there. I put it because is in same era. I did this with all Cozy's solo albums 'cause the poor boy didn't have the time to make a proper solo career... he didn't like that very much anyway.)

Well first thing I'll highlight about this work... is the fact that his drumming is plain, so plain... for being Cozy Powell. You know, Blues rhythm, one bass drum and tomb with a little bit of cymbal... plain. But it's alright because the album needed that type of drumming (Not pun intended of course) I'm just saying that his drumming is so plain because the songs (Blues/Hard Rock) needed that, otherwise, it would have sounded a bit Rainbow-ish. Remember that Cozy was so versatile. He had a strong style but if the song needed the opposite of his style, he was going to do it.

Whitesnake era for me is not his best but LIVE. He on stage was another story. He was amazing.

Songs with Cozy's signature: Hungry For Love.

A side from Whitesnake we have his solo album which is one of his best works. Octopuss was a successful album. We have his mix between classical music and his drumming which is mind blowing. Hard Rock tracks like The Rattler, Formula One (Good one, Cozy) and Princetown and one ballad (Because he liked... a true sweetheart.) Dartmoore.

8. Michael Schenker Group.

His work here is what I like to call "Angry Drumming"

He didn't get along with Michael Schenker so they were fighting everytime. So all he did in this only album with MSG he did it angry... that's why is so good. He was "in mourning" trying to get over Rainbow so he had no better idea that making his drumming sound Rainbow-ish (I can relate) taking advantage of the situation that MSG was a heavy rock band. Not Rainbow, but still. There are a lot of Cozy's fills and Cozy's arrangements on the songs too more than Whitesnake.

Songs with Cozy’s signature: Attack Of The Mad Axeman, But I Want More and Feeling Like A Good Thing (Live).

Now, a side from MSG we have his second solo album. Tilt have jazz-fusion songs like Cat Moves. A rock tracks too like The Blister and Hot Rock. And with some funky thing like The Right Side with another ballad (Because he is a sweetheart) Sunset. Tilt was an anti-commercial album with a nice success. Also, the album have two “Dark” songs which are Living In A Lie and Jekyll Hyde (Inspired of course in Mr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde... Cozy’s favourite book... such a nerdy.)

7. Brian May Band.

We know how important Cozy was for Brian May’s solo career and Brian himself... (But I’ll not going to talk about this now, because I’m focused only on his drumming.)

Basically Brian told him “Be yourself, I don’t need a type of drumming” So that is what you listen when you listen those three albums... a free, happy Cozy. So powerful as always and creative. Of course Cozy had to be powerful because he was trying to cheer Brian up (He is so sweet). Believe me when I say that this is his best work in his last days! Its amazing the heavy-hand that he still had. For moments you think that you are listening Rainbow by the power of his drumming and the songs are completely stunning.

Songs with Cozy’s signature: Cyborg, The Guv’nor, Resurrection, Rollin’ Over.

Now, his solo album. The Drums Are Back was not a successful album with bad reviews saying that Cozy was recycling himself. I personally don’t think Cozy was recycling himself, I just think that he had his own way to do songs and make albums.In spite the bad critics and no success, the album was top ten in Japan.. HA! The Drums Are Back have really groovy songs like The Drums Are Back, Legend Of The Glass Mountain (He really never got over Rainbow..). Rock songs like The Rocket and Ride To Win. And three ballads (Because he is a sweet-... well you get it) Battle Hymn, Cryin’ and Somewhere In Time.

6. Peter Green Splinter Group.

This album is a proof of Cozy’s versatility and still young drumming.

He and Peter Green got along really well so their chemistry was reflected in the music and live performances (Unfortunately a very few with Cozy) Yeah, the whole album is basically blues, okay? But the thing is that Cozy, no matter how slow the blues was, he would let you know that was him playing the drums.And I need to say that: HE PLAYED BLACK MAGIC WOMAN WONDERFULLY... (just that, back to the point).

Peter didn't tell him how to play drums in Fleetwooc Mac’s songs, Cozy just did it and he did it fantastic. Also, his drumming sounded so young, so strong and with presence. Its mind blowing really because you don’t expect Cozy at the age of 50 playing strongly but he actually did. He did his drum roll thing with just one bass drum, he was still so noisy as always (I’m so sorry just this era puts me soft)

Songs with Cozy’s signature:Homework, Going Down.

And his solo-... oh... right... *Runs to bathroom to cry*

5. 80s Work.

Well, time to time (For not saying always) Cozy liked to participate in his friends’s albums when he had a little free time with the band that he was in at the time. I did this 80s work section here because I cant believe that amount of things that he did while he was playing in other bands (I mean, u r for real?)...I put the most popular ones but out there are a lot of unknown Cozy works in the 80s with several bands. I just felt that his 80s works deserved a position in the ranking. This is another proof of his versatility but, with a little of his style of course.

Songs with Cozy’s signature: Tender Babes by Jon Lord, Night Games by Graham Bonnet, Slow Dancer by Rober Plant, Believe by Tom Galley (Phenomena) Shakey Ground by Bernie Marsden, Running from The Storm by Gary Moore and well.. ETC (and many many etcs)

4. Black Sabbath

This is when Cozy turns his “Beast Mode” on.

I don’t know why, maybe because he knew what Black Sabbath was (Tony: Join my emo band.... Cozy: okay) and what it needed..? because that is his normal drumming..? (I'm sure that is his normal drumming.) But he literally blows your mind in every- fucking *wheezes* song. The three Black Sabbath albums are filled with unexpected Cozy's fills (No matter how many times you've listened to those albums, he is unexpected.) His beat is very heavy and very exact too. He was a fan of Bill Ward so I'll be not surprised if he tried to get that heaviness! (I mean, Cozy has his own heaviness but what I'm saying is that maybe Cozy wanted to make a proper Black Sabbath sound)

Songs with Cozy’s signature: Headless Cross, The Call Of The Wild. Basically all TYR and talk about Forbidden is forbidden... (I’m joking. Is a good album too)

3.Jeff Beck/ RAK

Well, for start I put them together because when Jeff Beck Group disbanded, the following year he signed a contract with Micky Most and RAK. So, he was a secessionist, a well-known secessionist. He was in the circle for someone who needed a powerful-jazzy style. It’s like the 80s works really (omg Cozy get a grip). He was a really demanded drummer, everyone wanted him and he eventually worked with everyone. He had a very well-known beat by that time, you easily can tell was Cozy but he also had to be more open to the different styles that he was asked to play (Basically he can’t play like him all the time). He also had some discredited stuff, like Ballroom Blitz by The Sweet (It’s so obvious) and Superstition by Steve Wonder (I know, I know that it says Stevie played everything BUT NOT IN THIS CASE DON’T BELIEVE HIM. What you hear in the song is Cozy playing.) and more like some Suzi Quatro’s songs.

Songs with Cozy’s signature: Ballroom Blitz, Superstition, Cosmic Wheels, Band Of The Salvation Army Band by Tony Ashton and Jon Lord.

Now his solo stuff: Here comes his baby, his household, his precious treasure, his (okay you get it) Dance With The Devil single. It’s a friendly instrumental which they did for a laugh but it became seriously successful... (Yes, they didn’t mean to do it but they did) Micky Most ask to Cozy if he wanted to be a single and Cozy said yes thinking that it was not going to be a big deal but *BUM* 1 Million of copies sold (Literally Cozy stayed at home two days laying looking at the ceiling because he can’t believe it) Of course they did the Dance with the devil part 2 which is Man In Black but it didn't work as well as the first one.They did Cozy Powell’s Hammer but it was kinda a fail too although the band had several tour dates.

This is when Cozy met his lost brother (okay no) This is when Cozy tried his best to play good jazz but instead came up this.. jazz fusion-rock-weird thing. So the thing here was: Jeff didn't know how to explain Cozy what the wanted him to play and Cozy was getting mad about it (Jeff: You can do ta.. tatada tss, ts ts ta da ta... Cozy: Honestly Jeff wtf?) so he did what he thought was better for the record and Ta-Da! Rough And Ready was born. Cozy’s drumming is a bit lighter and he uses a lot the cymbals for a swing-jazz rhythm.

Songs with Cozy’s signature: Going Down, Ice Cream Cakes, Situation, Short Business.

2. Rainbow.

(Omg Martina are you fcking crazy????) Yes I didn’t put Rainbow in the first place...A new hope for Cozy (This sounds like Star Wars movie or something)

Okay, this is one of his best eras because he was all recovered of his disappointment in music business in 1975. He literally gave up with music (poor babe) until Ritchie called him (Ritchie: Join my emo band... Cozy: okay) . He was ready and decided to show that he wasn't a poor drummer... and he did.He played all his tricks, he was so unpredictable and powerful. He actually was lead drummer (I’m not sure if that exists) He didn't played with the bass like a normal rhythm section, he played with Ritchie. Cozy live with Rainbow was so unbelievable, like the unexpected fill in Catch The Rainbow, Man On The Silver Mountain... To be honest, the first Rainbow album sounds so plain without Cozy, it’s like.. something is missing (Basically Cozy changed the band). His beat is so heavy, strong and incredible.Also his 1812 Overture which is just mind blowing. He was a happy Cozy in Rainbow, that’s why he played so brilliantly (and he was Ritchie’s goal friend... what is better than that?) Cozy did an amazing job in Rainbow... (No words...)

Songs with Cozy’s signature: Stargazer, Run with the Wolf, Mistreated (Live), Lost In Hollywood, Eyes Of The World, Gates Of Babylon, Light In The Black, All Night Long and.. all.(Literally all)

Now, his first solo work: Basically he had nostalgia for Hammer and the press still had bad relationship with Cozy saying things like “He is just Dance With The Devil and nothing more” so Cozy want to make an album so fantastic to shut them up. He called to his friends and all was ready... but they needed a bassist so Cozy took his chance and asked Jack Bruce if he can play in his album (Cozy was such a Cream/Jack fanboy.. he was almost his male crush lol.) Fortunately for Cozy, Jack said yes and they recorded it. The album had a fantastic success, extremely high success. The album had fantastic songs like Theme One (Courtesy of George Martin), The Killer, El Sid, Heidi Goes To Town and one sweet ballad (Sweetheart) The Loner (Dedicated to Jeff Beck... That is actually very cute).

1. ELPowell

(ARE YOU JOKING?????) No, i’m not joking and i’ll tell you why. Also this is when Cozy became a prog nerd.

The only one reason that I chose ELPowell as best Cozy music era instead of Rainbow... it’s because he stepped out of his Comfort Zone. This is the REAL proof of Cozy’s versatility. He did amazing things in Rainbow yes but in the end was rock and roll... This is different, this is progressive rock (I don’t really care about Progressive people’s discussion about 80s progressive rock... I’m talking only about Cozy) and Cozy didn’t know a THING about progressive and he still did it amazing. Of course, he took what Carl did and he simplified it to carry it to what he can do... and he did it very well. He had to learn all the ELP’s songs studying them (That’s when he accidentally listened to all elp discography and some Genesis, Yes and well... he became a nerd) He started to experiment with new percussion instruments that Carl used before.. (Like those bells that you hit them with a little hammer... no? okay) He became a KONG BOY too. He literally learned a whole new drumming style but of course with his Cozy sound. Tarkus played by Cozy is amazing, and when he is doing the Congas in From The Beginning kills me every time (That tank tee and those muscles...) and those drum solos...(Damn) they are really something else. And this is the same case of Rainbow.. he was recovering from his disappointment in Whitesnake so he was so enthusiastic about playing with Keith and Greg.

Songs with Cozy’s signature: Touch and Go, The Score, Mars the Bringer of War.

THIS IS THE END... GOD this took me an eternity and I explained so much i’m so sorry this is not going to happen again. This is the first and the last time that I’ll make a large post! (For my own mental health) This is so large, I didn’t mean to, sorry! Nobody will read it to the end but I don’t care... and if you do thanks very much this costed me two nights <3 (And sorry if there are any grammar errors)

#goooooood #martina get a grip #large post #i did this? for real?#ill die #cozy powell #look what i have to do for you you bastard #i love cozy #Black Sabbath #whitesnake #rainbow #rainbow band #jeff beck group #jeff beck #michael schenker group #elpowell definitely is the best time for cozy #ELPowell #gary moore #and im so tired to tag more

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Out of Love pt.4

Guzmán x Reader

Request by anon: Hi! I hope that you’re feeling okay ! Would you do a 4th part of your story Out of Love ? Stay safe ! Thank you for your writing ! 💕

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“Do you remember when things first started with you and Guzmán?” Omar asks you over coffee one morning.

“Yeah, how come you ask?” You frown, handing him a plate of scrambled eggs on toast.

“Well, when me and Ander had a talk about everything and decided to actually take your advice,” He explains, “We spoke about when we first met. I wanted to know if you remembered the same thing about Guzmán.”

“And you think it will save our relationship?” You joke, “It was about three and a half years ago...”

—Three Years Earlier—

When you’d first started at Las Encinas, you’d promised your Mum that you would keep your head down and avoid mixing too much with the drama that always ensued in a place like that. She had a reputation to uphold. You’d tried your best to stick to that. Until a certain boy tried his best to flip that on its head.

“Marina you cant be serious,” You roll your eyes, flopping back on her bed as she sits at her desk.

“Come on! You know I wouldn’t say it unless I seriously meant it,” She defends, spinning in the chair as she lets out a laugh.

“This is your brother we’re talking about!” You sit upright to face her, “Shouldn’t you be discouraging anything happening between us?”

“Between my brother who has clear feelings for you and acts completely different when you’re around, and you - the girl who would be practically perfect for him?” Your best friend raises her brows, “That hardly sounds like a bad idea.”

“Marina I’ve heard how much you complain about him!” You laugh, “You hardly give a good impression!”

“But he’s so different when you’re around! It’s honestly adorable.”

Before she can continue, the boy of subject walks past her room. You couldn’t deny that Guzmán was an attractive boy, he had an odd mix of maturity and youthfulness that he sometimes didn’t find the right balance between. And, Marina was right, he did act completely different around you and it was sweet. But the idea of dating your best friend’s brother when you were so young already felt like a recipe for disaster.

“Come on, I see you looking at him...” Marina wiggles her brows, “It’s meant to be.”

“Meant to be?” You scoff, “We’re fifteen Marina! Nothing is meant to be when you’re fifteen. He’s your brother and he’s my brother’s best friend. That’s literally a recipe for the worst disaster.”

- - - - - -

“Thank you, I’ll see you tomorrow,” You smile to your teacher as she hands you a paper back.

You go to turn out of the class and instantly bump into someone who’d been stood just outside.

“Shit, sorry,” You mutter, glancing up to realise it had been none other than Guzmán stood in front of you.

“That’s okay, can I walk you to your locker?”

You look at him and let a furrow manifest between your brows, “What?”

“We have the same class next, so I’ll walk with you,” He shrugs, matching your pace as he walks by your side.

You glance over your shoulder like you’re expecting this to be a set up and for Marina to be behind it all. But she’s nowhere to be seen - in fact, you’re pretty sure she’s not in school today. Either that or you were expecting to see Ander shooting him a dagger-like glare from across the way.

“What are you doing Guzmán?” You frown, “Is something wrong?”

“Why does something have to be wrong?” He laughs, “How’s your day been?”

It was easy to get along with Guzmán. The two of you had been through a lot with Marina, especially after her HIV diagnosis. And you’d been the ones that each other had relied on to confide in when you tried to process it all. He was supportive when you were upset, and he assured you he felt the same. Something had changed between you after that. It was like you were looking at a different person. And, ever since then, Guzmán had always acted differently around you. Like he knew deep down that something had changed too.

Just as he’d said, he walked you to class and sat down in the seat beside you. He didn’t care for it belonging to someone else. He made comments all through the lesson to mock something the teacher had said or point out something amongst the class to make a joke about. You’re certain you’d never laughed so hard. By the end of the class, there were no notes on your page and tears streaming down your cheeks as the two of you had been in hysterical laughter for the past ten minutes.

You don’t notice as Guzmán looks over at you whilst you’re laughing. How he’s so focused on the way your eyes crease shut and you throw your head back. How your lips light up with the most bright smile he’s ever seen. It’s oddly enough a feeling that terrifies him. Because right there, beside you, he feels vulnerable for the first time in forever. He feels completely and utterly weak in your presence and it scares him that he won’t ever get that strength back. It was silly really. He should’ve just seen you as the girl that spent every day at his house in his sisters room, nothing more than a good friend to Marina. But, over the years, he’d heard you make her laugh more than anybody else. And he wanted to be the recipient of that comedy. He’d seen you give her the strongest, most genuine of hugs. And he wanted to be the one who had your arms wrapped around them. He’d seen you give her intense speeches of self confidence when she was feeling low. And he’d wanted nothing more than to come to you on his lowest days and watch you piece things back together like you were always made to be a part of them. And there, sitting beside you laughing in that lesson, he’d felt so vulnerable that all of that felt like a flood of what he’d started to learn to be love. He didn’t know how exactly Ander would take to learning something like that but he decided in that moment that it was worth it nonetheless.

“Well, thank you for giving me some extra work to catch up on,” You joke as the two of you walk out of the classroom.

You’d started to feel it too. That glint in his eye that felt impossible to ignore when he smiled at you. The way he listened to your words and picked up on the little details. How he’d make jokes he somehow knew you’d be the only one to find funny. How he defended you without any expectation to be the one on your side. He’d been there for his sister, and been there for you in the process. Where your tracks had been running alongside each side of Marinas, you’d somehow found a time along the way where you and Guzmán had become more connected than ever.

“I heard Marina talking to you yesterday,” Guzmán confesses as you reach the point where you should theoretically part ways, “Something about my acting different around you?”

You smirk a little, “Yeah she might’ve mentioned that.”

“Don’t act confident (Y/n), she’s told me the same thing about you,” He laughs, “I don’t think we’re very good at hiding things.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Guzmán,” You try to keep your composure.

“Well, we’ve got my sister’s blessing, and you’re just as bad at lying as I am,” He points out, “What would you say if I asked you on a date?”

“I’d say we’re not there yet,” You shake your head, “We started off not knowing each other, then became friends by association, then aquaintances, and now friends. Just friends for now.”

“Okay, friends then,” He smiles, “So what do I have to do to move up to the next stage?”

“You tell me, Guzmán.”

—Present Day—

“(Y/n), this came in the mail for you today,” Ander comments as he walks through into the kitchen.

You watch as he walks straight over to Omar and kisses him softly. Seeing the two of them back to normal was always a relief. No matter how much they argued, figuring it out just seemed to always be a part of the timeline. And you’d never once seen them at a stage that you didn’t think they’d get back from.

“Thank you,” You smile, taking the letter from him that was clearly addressed to you.

“Who’s it from?” Omar frowns, distracted as Ander takes some toast from his plate.

“I have no idea,” You mumble but you’re telling yourself the complete opposite, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

You take your coffee and walk outside to the patio chairs just outside the back doors. It’s a little too cold outside for this to be a good idea but you don’t mind, taking a seat on one of the chairs as you open the envelope. You knew exactly who it was from. That writing was unmistakable- and you knew what date today was. A year had now passed since Guzmán had sent you a letter like this. A year ago, it had been to tell how grateful he was for how much you’d been there for him recently. You’d got him through a lot and he’d not been able to audibly find the words to say how much it meant to him. So, in a style that clearly proved how different he was around you, he’d written you a letter. Your stomach overturns at the thought of what he’d be saying this time.

Dear (Y/n),

I hope you’re sat outside when you’re reading this, on that chair you had to replace because I broke it last summer. I hope you’ve got a coffee in your hand and you’re waiting until it cools down just a little past hot before you drink it. I hope you’re every part the girl that I gave a letter to this exact time last year.

I don’t really know how this will go or if this is a good idea but I’ll give it my best shot. Because you and I both know I’m not good at saying things out loud, I always fumble my words and get annoyed at myself and you have to stop me from swearing after every other word.

One full year ago, I sat and waited for your response after you were reading a letter just like this one. You’re the only person I’ve ever written a letter for and it still baffles me that you softened me that much to make me such a romantic :) Since then, I’ve done everything and nothing to completely change the way you see me. I did everything wrong and nothing in the way I once did. So, I want to take you back to when I first realised I loved you. I’ve thought about this a lot because there are far too many times I could say are when I realised I loved you. In fact, you probably gave me a reason every day, even if I stopped noticing. But this one stood out more than the rest. Because it was the reason I walked to your house and told your brother that I’d do everything I could to prove to him that I was good enough for you.

You were laying in our old garden by the pool and Marina was beside you. You had this black swimsuit on and a pair of sunglasses that kept falling off your head or getting tangled in your hair. My sister asked you if you knew what it would feel like to be in love. And you’d told her the most simple, obvious analogy that I’d never heard before. You seemed so sure of yourself. You told her this - that everybody ran their own path through life, like trunks of a tree with different branches. You said that wouldn’t change when you loved someone, but it instead was the feeling of finding someone who you wanted to run that path alongside. Whose branches connected with yours and who celebrated the parts of your life that were separate. It sounded so weird to hear from someone I was certain had never felt that way about anyone. But even weirder to realise that I wanted to be the person you spoke that way about. I left the house and told Ander that exact same thing, he laughed at me and said that I wasn’t the one he needed to convince. And I spent the next days, weeks after that trying to convince you instead.

That’s when I realised I wanted to love you, darling. I realised I wanted to be the lucky one who was loved by you. That never stopped. Not now, not ever. I just got lost when I was trying to keep up with other people’s paths. I lost sight of the fact that I’d had someone running alongside me that whole time that somehow managed to keep up with the pace and fall back when I struggled. Who picked me up when something knocked me back and who pulled me back when I got ahead of myself. I got so used to having that presence that I stopped putting in the effort. When, if I’d have done things right, I should’ve been spending every day still trying to convince you to love me.

You never stopped being too good for me. I just became blind to it. I should’ve treated every single day with you like another day where I was trying to prove myself to you. To convince you that I was worthy of everything you offered to the world. I’d do it all again if I could. I’d tell you every single time you did something that made my heart do that boyish flutter I never grew out of. I’d remind you of everything you wore that made me feel a way I’d never be able to describe. I’d tell you every one of the quotes you’ve said that I still have engraved into me. Id be good enough for you.

I never stopped being in love with you.

And if you let me, I’ll spend every day of my life proving why you shouldn’t fall out of love with me. I’ll spend every day trying to show you exactly why I convinced you in the first place.

You once told me we were at that stage of being just friends. And I asked you about getting to that next stage. I think we’re past that now. We’re at a stage I never expected us to be at, I just need to know what I can do to get us past that. To where we should be I want us to be. So, what do I have to do to move up to that next stage?

Always yours, Guzmán.

“Who’s it from?” Ander is stood at the doorway with Omar when he sees you fold the paper to finish the letter.

You glance at both of them with tear stained cheeks.

“Shit, she’s crying!” Omar exclaims, having never seen you cry... ever.

You laugh a little and wipe your face, “Fuck...”

“(Y/n), you need to find him,” Ander confirms and it means a lot more to come from him - the brother who’d always reminded you to never give boys a second chance when they weren’t worth it.

“You think?” You stand up from your chair, taking in a shaky breath.

“Are you kidding me?! This boy just wrote you a fucking letter to confess his love for you!” Omar raises his voice, grabbing your hand, “Go after him, honey!”

You wipe your face once again and nod, “Yeah, I need to, dont I?”

You were only really questioning yourself now. You couldn’t leave it any longer. The boys practically push you through the house as you grab your shoes and hold the letter in your trembling hands.

“How come you never wrote me a letter?” Omar questions Ander just as you’re about to leave.

“We live together!”

- - - - - -

You know the walk to Guzman’s house even through your blurred vision and shaking legs. It’s like you don’t even have to think enough about the path to get lost.

His Mum’s car is missing from the drive and you know he hates being home alone for too long in that house. What if he was out?

You’re just about to knock on the door when it opens from the inside and Guzmán is stood, fully dressed with shoes on and keys in his hand.

“Guzmán,” You say like you’re trying to convince yourself that he’s actually there, in front of you.

“(Y/n)... I was just coming to find you,” He explains, eyes falling and landing upon the paper gripped in your hand, “You read it?”

All you can manage is a small nod.

“Theres a part that’s missing,” He comments, taking in a deep breath, “That day on the phone, you asked me when I fell out of love with you. And I told you at the club that I just strayed too far from home, and that I needed to prove to you that you shouldn’t fall out of love with me. None of that’s true.”

Your heart sinks as you hold back another wave of flooding tears.

“Instead, it’s that you made me into somebody I thought was worthy of loving you - you subconsciously made me a better person because I wanted to be better for you. I didn’t fall out of love with you. I stopped loving myself, and I fell back into that person from three years ago that never deserved you. I became someone I hated and I punished myself by pushing away the best person I’d ever laid my eyes upon. I need to learn how to love myself again and I need to learn how to do that, but l want to be that boy that you made me. How do I become him again?”

You take in a deep breath, “You tell me, Guzmán.”

He lets out a breathy laugh and pulls you into him, arms wrapping so tightly around you as your final tears stain the plain grey of his T-shirt. Guzmán shifts you back so he can look into your eyes.

“You’re crying,” He notices, tears coming from the girl he’d never seen cry once - not for Marina, for your brother, for yourself. Never.

You chuckle, “It’s all your fault, Guzmán.”

He lifts the pads of his thumbs and brushes away the shadows from where the tears had previously been. His lips move close to you as he presses a kiss onto each of your cheeks, below your eyes. Before he moves back and kisses your lips for the first time in far too long. It’s soft and slower than any other kiss you remember from his impatient touch. It’s cautious, but certain. And you know he’s taking in every last second of it for every fraction of his time that it’s worth.

“I’ll never fall out of love with you (Y/n) (Y/l/n).”

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