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juniorgman187 · 3 years

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Serpent of Eden (Part 1 - Reid Series)

Maybe he stole her innocence. Maybe she never had any . . .

Summary: Reader’s one night stand with Spencer turns into a year-long semester. (yes, for all you PLL fans, this is largely based off of Ezra and Aria don’t @ me)

A/N: Strongly suggest listening to “From Eden” by Hozier while reading 😌 Couple: Fem!Reader x Professer Spencer Reid Category: Fluff, Angst, Series Content Warning: allusions to teacher/student relationship, age-gap, allusions to penetrative, public sex Word Count: 3k

BIG BIG BIG THANK YOU TO @andiebeaword @inkstainedwritergirl @thelovelyrose and @imagining-in-the-margins for their help with the title!!

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Babe

There's something tragic about you

I’d been absentmindedly humming the song as soon as I heard the opening tune, giving the song more attention than the impatient bartender in front of me who had to wave her hand in my face to bring me back to earth.

“Hello?” She set her weight on one hip, clearly annoyed with me. “What do you want to drink?”

“Oh, right, sorry. Just a water please.”

Mild humiliation manifested on my face, earning the concern of the stranger beside me.

“You okay down there?”

I laughed softly to mask my shame. “I’m a bit jet-lagged. I just got back from Europe.”

I hadn’t noticed him sitting there before, probably because I practically slept-walked into this place by happenstance, but once I answered him, my eyes naturally drifted in his direction. Consequently, I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

Something so magic about you

Don't you agree?

He was charming in the most peculiar way. His hair was a mess of curls, that I positively adored for a reason I couldn’t quite figure out; a stark contrast to his clean suit that targeted my insatiable desire for sharply dressed men.

“Where in Europe?” He asked with genuine curiosity, sipping from a mug with steam floating out of it.

“Iceland.”

He raised his eyebrows in earnest surprise. “I heard it’s beautiful there.”

“It really is. The waterfall we visited was insane. Here, lemme show you a picture,” Pulling out my phone, I leaned over the seat between us to show him a photo I’d taken of the waterfall, not even realizing how close he was until I smelled his cologne. It was such a unique scent that I knew I could only ever associate it with him, even if I were to never smell it again.

There's something lonesome about you

Something so wholesome about you

Get closer to me

I brushed aside the nervousness I felt from his close proximity and slid back into my rightful spot a seat away. “You should definitely go if you’re considering it. I’m planning on going back this summer.”

“Yeah, I’m, um, I’m definitely considering it.” He grinned, displaying a pair of dimples that made me weak. I let myself wonder if I was the reason he was considering going.

Unconsciously, I turned my bar seat fully towards him, showing that he had my undivided attention, and asked, “So do you go to Hollis?” Referring to the college just nearby that I attended.

“No, no. I graduated ages ago, but um, I work at Quantico.”

“Quantico? Like FBI Quantico?”

“That’s right. I’m, uh, I’m a profiler for the Behavioral Analysis Unit. We specialize -”

“In building profiles for unidentified criminals. No, yeah, I totally know what you do! At the law firm I work at, the prosecutors use profiles all the time. That’s so cool that you do that.”

He wasn’t even mad that I’d interrupted him, no, he was glad. He smiled, looking almost proud of me.

No tired sigh, no rolling eyes

No irony

“So you work at a law firm?” His mouth hidden behind the rim of his cup.

Doing my best not to look at the way he licked the taste of coffee from his lips, I had to consciously keep my eyes steady on his as I answered. “Yeah, I do. There are like generations and generations of lawyers in my family, so I’m just continuing that tradition, I guess.”

The conversation paused for a moment again, while his stare lingering on me too long for comfort that I had to look away.

No "Who cares?", no vacant stare

No time for me

“I love this song.” I muttered under my breath, simply bringing it up to find a reprieve from his overwhelming gaze. From my peripheral, I caught him smirking, still staring.

“From Eden. B-32.”

Him simply knowing the jukebox number for the song felt like a sign.

Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago

Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword

“Hozier wrote it in a tongue-in-cheek way from the point of view of the devil looking at something innocent and seeing it as a missing part. The song tries to woo a woman while admitting that the relationship would be deeply flawed.” He informed me.

“Wow, that’s beautiful. Almost makes me want a forbidden kind of love.”

Oh, had I only known the irony of my sentiment.

“He’s so good with his prose and poetry. It’s actually what inspired me to go to Iceland. I thought a change of scenery might be good for writing. Not much here in Virginia that’s quite like the beauty of Iceland,” I rambled, catching myself and consciously slowing down the rate of my words. “But um, I don’t write anything really good, just stuff that’s for me mostly.”

“I’m impressed.”

“Why?”

With the utmost nonchalance, he stood from his chair, sliding his drink down the bar with him as he took the empty seat closest to me. I tried not to let my vision drift from his face to his actions, in the same way that he kept his gaze firm on him while he spoke.

“Well, I tried writing, but I didn’t get very far. You’re lucky. If you’re writing for yourself, it’s true passion,” He paused to glance at his empty glass, like he was debilitating whether or not to say this next part. “Maybe you’d let me read some of it?”

"Yeah. Sure. If you really want to.”

“Yeah, I’d love to,” He chuckled. “You’re smart, you’re well-traveled - great taste in music. I’d like to know more about you.”

Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know

I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

Maybe the flattery got to my head, but I couldn’t help the sudden surge of confidence bursting through my veins.

“I’d like to know more about you, too.” I confessed.

Needless to say, we didn’t waste another second getting to know each other.

Well, as much as you can get to know someone after you fuck them in the bathroom of a bar.

Babe

There's something wretched about this

Something so precious about this

Where to begin?

. . .

“And where have you been, young lady?” Holly asked, acting more like my mother than my roommate upon my return to the dorm.

“The Hollis Bar and Grill.”

“Doing what exactly?”

I would be remiss not to take up the opportunity for witty banter.

“Spencer.”

She rose from her seat at an ungodly speed to chase me down and force me to explain everything.

“Who is he?”

“Some guy.” I blankly answered, not finding it in my jet-lagged heart to recount every last detail.

“So is it just Spencer? No last name?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, do you usually ask your one night stands for their last name?” I shot her an accusatory stare.

“Oh, is that what we’re calling this? A one night stand?”

My agreeing nod was interrupted with the ear-splitting squeal of joy that erupted from Holly.

“You had your first one-night stand!”

“Say it any louder, would you?”

“Sorry, I’m just so proud of you! My baby’s growing up.” Pretending to wipe tears from her eyes, Holly pulled me in for a hug. The only way I could manage to get out of it was if I promised to tell her every little thing in the morning when I was well-rested, and fingers crossed, less jet-lagged.

As promised, in the morning, I revealed to Holly all the details of the night before, including, but not limited to our thought-provoking discourse, his appearance, and his performance.

“At the end, he told me, ‘I will never forget you.’” I gushed to Holly.

And he definitely meant it, because after tomorrow, he most certainly would not.

. . .

The first day back from Spring Break is typically the hottest day of the year, and today was no exception. It was breaching the three-digit-degree mark, which is how you know it’s hot, but we were still forced to endure the cruel and unusual punishment of wearing a uniform anyway. One that consisted of a white button-up, a plaid pleated skirt, and some type of University cardigan over it.

Usually, this didn’t pose a problem, and I would comply, but we’d recently been hit by an ongoing heatwave that didn’t look like it was stopping anytime soon.

Even as I got ready in the morning, with my windows shut and the air conditioning blasting, I was sweating like a pig. I had a paranoid feeling that my makeup would melt and run down my face by the end of the day, so I sat in front of the fan to cool myself off. I struggled with my hair - not that I didn’t normally struggle to style my hair every day because my kinky curls weren’t exactly manageable. But I had no interest in straightening it because I knew the humidity would just return it to its naturally curly state anyway, so I settled for letting it run wild. I’d probably work up a sweat trying to style it at all, honestly.

As I packed the last of my things into my backpack, I finally slipped on my Uni cardigan over the rest of my uniform to complete it. I’d been delaying this part for the better part of an hour because I knew exactly what would happen the second I put it on. And just as I anticipated - I felt faint. My cheeks grew pink the minute I stepped out of my dorm; exposing myself to the sun that was visibly beating down on everyone in the courtyard.

“Y/N!”

Behind me was Christina, who was jogging to catch up with me. To be considerate, I stopped walking, giving me the opportunity to look at her wholly. She was only wearing the skirt and the button up, with her cardigan wrapped around her waist.

“Are you allowed to wear your cardigan like that?” I asked after she finally caught up to me.

“No, but I’m going to do it anyway. Stick it to the man!” She threw up her fist into the air with a proud grin plastered on her face.

Ah, yes - stick it to the man. One of Christina’s favorite five-word mantras that she stuck by. The other being - we do what we want.

But, see, it was easy for her to say that because she never once faced repercussions for her actions. Take her hemmed skirt, for example. She shortened it by an inch - not allowed, by the way - but here she was, donning her hemmed skirt and receiving no punishment for it, not even earning a second glance from the campus security we just passed.

How she managed to get away with as much as she did was beyond me. The only way I could describe it was that she had this magical gift of invincibility - she could never get in trouble for breaking the rules, completely untouchable. But for me, I knew the second I acted out, I’d be sitting in front of the whole school board, begging them not to expel me. My luck was just that bad.

“You don’t always have to do what they say, you know?” Her words were tempting fate.

“Yes, I do.”

“Why do you always have to be such a goody-two-shoes? Why can’t you just let loose? You’ll have so much more fun.”

“But that’s just it - I’m not here to have fun, Christina! I can’t afford to mess around every day and break the rules. I’m not like you, okay? I actually had to work to get here.” My voice had taken on much more anger than the situation warranted, which I instantly regretted.

Her head cocked to the side in shock. “You don’t think I had to work hard?” Christina’s voice now matched my previous level of rage.

“I’m sor-”

“It’s fine. I’ll see you after class.”

Great.

I watched in lamentation as she briskly walked away from me, clearly upset.

As if today wasn’t bad enough.

Though I knew she wanted me to chase after her and beg for her forgiveness, I had much more important things to attend to. Plus, I trusted her word - she’d see me after class and I could apologize after then, but as for right now, I was going to keep my priorities in order.

As per usual, I was the first to arrive, and the following class, I was, too, and so on and so forth. Christina would’ve rolled her eyes at my timeliness, but I preferred being early than being late.

By lunch time, I hadn’t seen Christina since our minor altercation in the morning, but to my delight, when I reached our lunch spot in the grass, she was right there waiting for me, just like she always did.

“Hey, Chris. About earlier -”

“No need to apologize. I shouldn’t have pushed you to break the rules. Come sit.” She patted a spot on the grass under the shady tree for me to sit on, but not even the voluminous leaves above could mask us from the sun.

It was noon now, probably the peak of heat, and I felt like I was being baked alive. Even the wind that passed through was a hot breeze, merely amplifying the humidity.

And perhaps I was compensating because I had a suspicion that Christina hadn’t truly forgiven me, but I started to peel my sweater off my body with the guise that I was doing it because I was burning up, and not because I was trying to get back on her good side.

She was speechless at first, but then she hit me with a cheerful, “Yeah!” While she clapped in approval, I took off my cardigan and unbuttoned the top few buttons.

I was almost enjoying myself and how rebellious I was being. It was very unlike me, but it felt nice not to care so much, but then I heard a voice too distinct to misplace.

“Ms. Y/L/N!”

Mine and Christina’s head both whipped around hastily to see Mrs. Whitman, who looked furious.

“That is against the dress code. You will report to room R-412 after school for detention. Do not be late.”

Lest I forget to mention, Christina was breaking the dress code, too, but again - her power of invincibility protected her - a power which I did not possess.

My jaw hung low in shock.

“Oh my god,” I turned to Christina, with my hand covering my mouth.

“I am so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to get you in trouble.”

I shot up from the grass, replacing my cardigan where it should be on my shoulders and buttoning the top few buttons of my shirt to regain some dignity.

“Where are you going?” Christina called out after I abandoned her at the table.

I didn’t answer, out of pure rage, not that it was Christina’s fault, but that I’d actually foolishly broken the rules - and enjoyed it.

The rest of the day was spoiled after that thanks to the impending doom of heading straight to detention after school was over.

Christina texted and called repeatedly to apologize, but it would be no use. I wasn’t necessarily mad at her, although it wouldn’t have been completely untrue to say that I was, but I was madder at the situation.

My humiliation was reinforced when after the final bell rang, I had to go against the grain of students, who were desperately filing out of the classes to return to their dorms, while I was headed for yet another “class.” I normally would’ve been one of those students, briskly shuffling out of a classroom with a million other people, trying to cram through a tiny door to leave, but now I was an outlaw, and I wasn’t sure that I liked it.

I found the room in no time, having studied the campus map until I knew it as well as the back of my hand. I even recognized the room number from when I asked my counselor for an application to audit Dr. Reid’s Criminology class, but I was declined acceptance, giving me all the more reason to hesitate to enter. I clutched onto the doorknob and lingered in the doorway, trying to find the nerve to walk in and commence my punishment.

With one exasperated exhale, I swung the door open and marched in with my head down and my tail between my legs. Taking a cursory glance, I didn’t see a teacher anywhere.

“Hello? Dr. Reid?”

My small voice ricocheted off the high ceilings and reverberated back to me, instilling me with the chills of being alone in this large, empty classroom.

I hadn’t yet taken a seat, mainly in case I needed to run for my life, I’d just need to pick up my feet instead of get up from a seat, but more so because I expected someone to be in here to instruct me on where to sit. I was more surprised that it was just me here and not anyone else, which made me reflect even harder on the idea that maybe I was the only one here because everyone else in this school had more discipline than me. But I also had to consider that the kids that were troublesome enough to land themselves in detention probably had no intention of suddenly abiding by the rules and showing up to detainment as they should.

Out of nowhere, I heard the clunk and thump of shuffling footsteps.

"Dr. Reid?”

From the stage I saw a figure emerge, briskly walking with a satchel crossed over their body and a coffee cup raised to their lips.

Those lips.

I’ve seen them before.

Flashbacks of the night before began replaying in my head at a million miles per hour.

“You okay down there?”

“Iceland.”

“Quantico? Like FBI Quantico?”

“B-32.”

“I’m impressed.”

“Maybe you’d let me read some of it?”

“I’d like to know more about you.”

I felt the ground sway beneath me when the source of his familiarity became glaringly apparent.

We simply stood there, gaping at each other like we couldn’t believe this was actually happening, totally, and completely speechless.

“Spencer?”

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PART 2 HERE!

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mikwrites-archive · 4 years

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☾ ➵ “honey you're familiar like my mirror years ago / idealism sits prison, chivalry fell on it's sword / innocence died screaming, honey ask me I should know / i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door...”

☾ ➵ vampire!daishou suguru x reader

☾ ➵ horror themes, blood, suggestive themes, kind of angst

☾ ➵ happy birthday io @writeiolite !! i love u so much 💞💓💖💘💗 my bestie/mother/twin 😌 i hope u like this hehe !! also i doubt anyone will do this but pls don’t take my header pic bc i drew it 😭😭

You’d met him completely on the night of a full moon, the pale light of the lonely goddess diminished in the warm orange torches that illuminated the hall, filled with masked men and women alike, all pursuing the prospect of finding a lover in the secrecy of the night and anonymity.

It was a festival held yearly in your village, a chance for youths to ultimately match with one another, taking away the aspect of beauty in attraction until dawn struck, everyone revealing their true selves. It was an eager event for many families as well, an opportune way to flaunt their riches or marry off their children traditionally.

You couldn’t care less, donned in your best robes and jewels, the wooden wolfish mask smooth and cool against your features, the earthy, reassuring scent putting your discomfort at ease as you sat in solitude, observing.

“Not participating in the festivities?”

A voice you don’t recognize seeps smoothly through your consciousness, despite not having heard anyone approach, and you turn to meet hooded chartreuse eyes under a winding mask of carved scales, flickering with mirth.

“Don’t tell my mother.” Your jest is light and airy, and the man snorts, situating himself next to you on the bench.

“A traditional girl, I see.”

You hum, gaze roving curiously over the golden chains that were draped along his shoulders and chest, an elegant fur adorning his right shoulder, a brooch resting on his collar.

“Do I know you?”

“I don’t know, do you?” His sardonic response makes you exhale a laugh through your nose; an expected answer for an event where secrecy was key.

“You seem familiar.”

He doesn’t respond, bowing his head, and you suppose you didn’t leave much room for him to give an eloquent answer, yet you’re spared from providing another compelling conversation topic as the maroon ribbon around his head fell loose, the serpentine fanged creature clattering to the ground, and you catch a glance of his face before he quickly picks it back up, a sly curve to his lips.

“A bit too early for the reveal.” He murmurs in amusement, and you swallow.

You’d always had a penchant for seeing things you weren’t supposed to, and something screams at you, deep down, echoing throughout your soul that you were never supposed to see him, even once dawn bled into the skies.

“It was nice speaking with you. I should get going.” He nods at you once he finished tying on his mask once more, eyes glimmering, and you stammer the same, too unnerved to question why he’d be leaving so early.

His gaze lies behind your eyelids as you sleep that night, and you get dreams of a desecrated temple, weeping willows swaying in the breeze, the flash of ivory enamel, deep red wine that ran down skin in rivulets, and a name.

The gods seem to grace you that night with knowledge you’re not sure you searched for in the first place, waking in a cold sweat as you kick off your covers, striding steps flying against the black earth that stuck between your toes, nightgown flowing with the chill air.

You’re not entirely aware of where you’re running, your body functioning without conscious thought, a hand of the gods that graced you with heavenly dark knowledge leading you on until you reached a forest glade, obscured to the common eye by curtains of willow trees, no path visible, only clawing roots to stumble across.

Two figures lay in the middle of the opening, in the seeming embrace of one another, yet you knew better.

The roots twist at your ankle as you venture closer, and you yelp, catching his attention as you bite the inside of your cheek to subdue your qualms.

Bitter cherry red dripped from his lips, tongue darting out at the tips of his fangs, as he grinned at you, and you found yourself frozen in the venomous eyes that held you like a deer in the sights of its predator.

“Can I help you?” He drawls, swiping his mouth with his hand, reminding you of the rouge your mother had put on your lips so delicately that night you first saw him.

“Are… are you Daishou?”

“Depends. Who’s asking?”

He places the body in his arms down on the soft grass with surprising care, and squints at you, to which you hurriedly step from the shadows, shivering as the weeping branches brush against you like fluttering hands, begging you to not venture into the monster’s clutches.

“We met that night.” You explain breathlessly. “The festival.”

“The wolf.” Daishou’s voice and expression floods with recognition as he stands, and you nod anxiously while he sighs, sauntering closer to you. “So, you’ve figured out who I am. Or should I say, what I am.”

Your vocal cords are tight, wound up like an instrument’s strings, being played exactly to Daishou Suguru’s tune as he grips your jaw amusedly. His fingertips are still sticky with rusty red, and the coppery scent makes you exhale sharply as he studies you curiously.

“Why did you come here? Did you tell anyone?”

“N-No. I didn’t. I just… wanted to know if I was right about seeing you before.”

“Liar.”

The purred word makes you gasp, and Daishou laughs at the soft sound.

“You’re a smart one. So you should know you can’t lie to me. I know what you want. But you have seen me before if it satiates your curiosity. I’ll admit, I was surprised when you asked.”

“The abandoned temple.” You breathe, and Daishou nods. It was a few years back, at the death of your grandmother, wanting to spread her ashes at the deserted place of worship as her last wish. You’d caught a glimpse of Daishou in the foliage, but as you turned to show your mother, he’d disappeared. It had unnerved you, clutching onto your mother’s skirt as you viewed one of the crumbling murals that depicted a face exactly like the one you saw prior.

“I stayed there frequently once it was forsaken. Your arrival was a surprise. I was caught off guard. It’s rare that ever happens, I hope you know, and with you it’s happened twice.”

You don’t respond, and Daishou finds great delight in the meekness of your character as his lips brush against your racing pulse point, thrumming under his gentle caress as he bares his fangs experimentally, grinning as you shudder.

“So I hope you understand the… interest I hold for you.”

The clouds shroud the slivered moon, as if hiding her pale, yearning eyes as the wolf submits to the serpent.

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satans-helper · 3 years

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Back to Me

Pairing: Phil Collen x Steve Clark

Word Count: ~1400

Warnings: ANGST

Written as a gift for brokenrose, as part of 2020's A Very Kinky Rockfic Ficmas Fest. The prompt was 'Steve Clark,Phil Collen (Def Leppard): A N G S T.'

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Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago

Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on it's sword

Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know

I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

Thanks to @cominunderfire for the gif!

“Please just talk to me.” I didn’t want to sound like I was groveling but the--and I hated to even think it--pathetic state of Steve made it difficult not to. He was sober, actually. I knew that much since we’d spend the whole night together and he knew better than to get into it around me, but he was hunched over the arm of the couch, facing away from me, with grey smoke coming up in whispers from beyond the pale blonde crown of hair.

I saw his long fingers take hold of the cigarette from between his lips before he spoke: “I don’t want to talk.”

“Yes, you do,” I said, putting one hand on his shoulder. I knew he didn’t, but I still had to try, not only for his sake but for my own. I winced when he flinched, his shoulder blade visibly shifting underneath his t-shirt and his elbow jutting forward from the abrupt action--it hurt me to see that, to feel him recoil from just that. Instinctively I went to touch him again but thought better of it, and my hands remained in midair as I added, quite pitifully: “Please?”

“What’s there to talk anymore about?” he asked, actually turning halfway to give me a view of his profile. I could tell his brow was furrowed but his mouth was in a frown, more sad than angry, and the long, pale lashes fanned down to the floor as he spoke. “I keep fucking up. I dunno why any of you even bother anymore. I don’t know why I bother anymore.”

I frowned too. I tentatively reached out again, gently pressing my fingers to his shoulder; when he didn’t flinch or turn away, I slunk my arm around him. He sighed and leaned back, whispers of that silky blonde hair tickling my skin. “We bother because we all care about you. Come on,” I urged, starting to lean back against the couch and taking him with me. “We love you. I love you.”

Steve abruptly shifted away. “You pity me,” he said through clenched teeth and the obstruction of the cigarette that was back in his mouth.

That was the furthest thing from the truth and I knew, somewhere inside, in some place he couldn’t quite reach yet, Steve knew that too. I had to be patient--it had been years of patience. I could manage another day. “How do you think I pity you?” I asked as gently as I could. At least he was talking.

“I see it,” Steve declared, whipping his head around. The cigarette was almost to the butt and I wondered if he was going to try and smoke it straight through the filter. “I see it when Joe looks at me like I’m a lost puppy; I see it when Sav turns away because he’s done with me, he doesn’t know what to say.” He took a drag and exhaled the smoke hastily. “Rick doesn’t know either. I know they’ve tried.”

“I don’t know how to get it through to you that none of us pity you.” I leaned back, suddenly very uncomfortable on the corduroy couch and doing my best not to squirm too much. “Least of all me. I really wish you could believe that.” I wanted to hold him so badly, to be enough of a comfort and safety for him to let it go and cry and pour everything out. I felt like I knew the answer, but I asked anyway: “Do you really not know how much I love you? That I’d do anything for you?”

Finally Steve stamped the cigarette out in the ashtray and shoved it back on the coffee table, the sound of glass scraping against wood almost making me jump. “I know you love me.” He turned his body on the couch, back against the arm, and curled his knees to his chest. “I don’t understand why.”

So many reasons. I shrugged and said, “We were meant to be.”

Steve frowned again. “You should be with someone better.”

I wished I could see him smile. How’d we go from kissing all night, devouring each other with the most insatiable hunger and love, rolling around in bed and laughing, hands all over each other, to this? How did it keep happening?

“I don’t want to be with anyone else,” I said, and it wasn’t the only time I’d ever said that. “I want to be with you. I want to--” I almost said ‘help you’ but Steve hated that, and maybe that was fair of him to hate. And that wasn’t the only thing I wanted. “Be by your side.” I managed a little smile and added, “We’re the Terror Twins, right?”

A fraction of a smile curled on Steve’s lips. “Right.”

“So please--” I began, the word ‘help’ coming to mind again, but I bit it back. The alternative was more real, anyway. It’s what I’d wanted to do, uninterrupted, wholly and deeply, for so long. “Let me love you.”

His whole face fell--his eyes looked down again, the corners of his mouth drooped, and he sunk further into himself. I could see it physically, how he tucked his knees between his circled arms, but also inside, with that perpetual shadow casting itself through his heart. It was too easy to tell these days.

“You shouldn’t have to have me let you,” he mumbled against his forearm. “I should just--” He trailed off and sighed.

He looked so fragile, so broken. I held my arm out: “Steve--come here. Please.”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said and the mumbled words made it feel like my heart cracked. His long limbs moved faster than my mind could process and then he was standing up and turning away again. “I should go.”

“Steve,” I pleaded, louder than I’d hoped, suddenly on the verge of hysterics. What the hell was he doing? Why was he doing this now? My desperation turned to aggravation and the next words came out harsh: “Don’t you dare.”

He was already getting his jacket, already shoving the pack of cigarettes into his pocket. “Now you’re angry with me. See?” He wouldn’t look at me, which made it so much worse. “I should just leave.”

“No, you should stay,” I said quickly. I felt stuck on the couch even with him preparing to go. What else could I do except beg? “You should stay. We don’t even have to talk, I just--” I felt even more frantic as he put his jacket on, still not looking at me. “You should stay because I need you too, Steve.”

He looked at me then, soft blue eyes so sad, like the sky within them had been made utterly grey. “Phil, you don’t need me. At least not right now.” He flicked his eyes away again and fumbled in his jacket pocket for the cigarettes. “I’ll be back later.”

I knew what that meant. “No, Steve.” I managed to stand up and follow him as he strode to the door, and captured him from behind with my arms around his skinny chest and shoulders, standing on tip-toe to do it successfully. I pressed my cheek against his nape. “Just stay, please. I don’t want you to come back like--”

Steve exhaled through the smoke; I ignored it coming back in plumes against my face. “Don’t say it, Phil.” He tilted his head to the side, letting his hair brush over my nose, but I couldn’t see his expression. “I’ll be back, alright?”

I knew he would be. That wasn’t the issue. The issue was, I knew HOW he would come back--a disheveled, inebriated, sniveling mess, refusing all care, belittling our love, my love, to nothing but pity. It was wrong. He was wrong. But I let him go, because love shouldn’t be suffocating. It shouldn’t be chains.

I always had to remind myself--Steve too, though he wouldn’t listen--that we would all be there to pick him up again. The biggest comfort, though, was me knowing that, even if he came back a mess, he would still come back to me.

#merry ficmas y'all #def leppard #steve clark #phil collen #steve clark x phil collen #joe elliott #rick savage #rick allen #vivian campbell #def leppard fic #def leppard slash

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amwritesitall · 4 years

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Sarah Paulson AHS Characters as Hozier Songs

Masterlist

The gif is from the From Eden video

And yes you read the title correctly. This is a shit post because I’ve been listening to A LOT of Hozier as I write this week. I’m posting this as a second post for the day because I thought a lot of people wouldn’t like this so...

If I was feeling particularly inspired some characters got multiple songs. Not favoritism just my brain grooving. I vibed so hard with this post, but some of my reasoning is most likely very off because I’m definitely writing this from 1 am to 3:45 am. Probably will do another one similar to this with another artist though

Billie Dean Howard

“Work Song”

There's nothin' sweeter than my baby I'd never want once from the cherry tree 'Cause my baby's sweet as can be She give me toothaches just from kissin' me

When, my, time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her

Lady killer Billie Dean. This makes me think of how Billie would be in a relationship, loving intensely. You know no grave could keep Billie Dean from her lover.

“Talk”

I won't deny I've got in my mind now All the things I would do So I try to talk refined for fear that you find out How I'm imaginin' you

I'd be the last shred of truth In the lost myth of true love I'd be the sweet feeling of release Mankind now dreams of

I might be crazy, but this song feels sexual with the “I won’t deny I’ve got in my mind now all the things I would do.” Billie is a lady killer. She’s got many of these thoughts going through her head. I don’t know. This song just gave me Billie vibes.

Lana Winters

“Take Me to Church”

My church offers no absolutes She tells me "Worship in the bedroom" The only Heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well

Probably a cliche, but if the shoe fits. I stand by my decision. This also fits perfectly into the setting of the season. Prime repressed homosexuality in the 60s. Lana Winters grew up in with an environment, inside and outside of the church, that told her the love she felt was wrong. No wonder the woman isn’t religious.

“No Plan”

My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand It's how I know now that you understand

There's no plan, there's no race to be run The harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun There's no plan, there's no kingdom to come I'll be your man if you got love to get done Sit in and watch the sunlight fade Honey, enjoy, it's gettin' late There's no plan, there's no hand on the rein As Mack explained, there will be darkness again

My reasoning for “Take Me to Church” applies to this song as well. Lana isn’t a religious person. She probably doesn’t believe in any sort of after life, so she would want to make the most out of the love she has now. She will love hard while she can.

Cordelia Goode

“From Eden”

Babe There's something tragic about you Something so magic about you Don't you agree?

Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

I feel like this song represents Coven Cordelia. This is Cordelia before she’s found her confidence. She’s struggling with finding herself, but she’s still drawing whoever the significant other in. Cordelia is an alluring, complex woman.

“NFWMB”

If I was born as a blackthorn tree I'd wanna be felled by you Held by you Fuel the pyre of your enemies

Nothing fucks with my baby Nothing can get a look in on my baby Nothing fucks with my baby

This has mad Apocalypse Cordelia vibes. I will fight anyone who disagrees. Cordelia is a bad ass bitch. The narrator would be the one describing Cordelia. Apocalypse Cordelia is intense as hell. No one can fuck with her. I wish I had a more in depth analysis for you, but it’s hard for me to explain it.

Bette and Dot Tattler

“Like Real People Do”

I will not ask you where you came from I will not ask and neither should you Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips We should just kiss like real people do

These gals just want a love “like real people.” They have been outcasts their whole life, so they want a love one day that is just like the love everyone else has.

Sally McKenna

“Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene”

Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion No more alone or myself could I be Lurched like a stray to the arms that were open No shortage of sordid, no protest from me

With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene

This could also be seen as a stereotype, but there’s a deeper meaning to this selection. Sally herself at times can be addictive like the drugs she was addicted to. She draws people in.

“Sedated”

Any way To distract and sedate Adding shadows To the walls of the cave

You and I, nursing on a Poison that never stung Our teeth and lungs are lined With the scum of it

Another cliche pick since this one also involves drugs. However, I can elaborate further. Sally is dead. Sally wants to feel something and distract from her monotonous life in the Cortez. Drugs were an outlet before she was dead and before she got into social media, it was still an outlet even when she was dead.

“It Will Come Back”

Don't let it in with no intention to keep it Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it Honey, don't feed it, it will come back You know better, babe, you know better, babe Than to smile at me, smile at me like that You know better babe, you know better babe Than to hold me just, hold me just like that I know who I am when I'm alone I'm something else when I see you You don't understand, you should never know How easy you are to need

This one isn’t about drugs! To me, this song seems to describe how Sally loves. Once Sally loves you, you better not try to pull away. We’ve seen how she can be a possessive and intense and this song portrays that.

Audrey Tindall

“Would That I”

True that I saw her hair like the branch of a tree A willow dancing on air before covering me Under cotton and calicoes Over canopy dappled long ago True that love in withdrawal was the weepin' of me

With the roar of the fire, my heart rose to its feet Like the ashes of ash, I saw rise in the heat Settled soft and as pure as snow I fell in love with the fire long ago

For some reason this song just makes me think of Audrey? It was hard to find songs to fit her, but this one felt like it fit her vibe. I also feel like Audrey hasn’t always had smooth sailing with her love life. No matter how intense the love has been, it seems that it doesn’t stick.

“Shrike”

I'd no idea on what ground I was founded All of that goodness is going with you now Then when I met you, my virtues uncounted All of my goodness is going with you now

This song fits the reason why I picked the other song for Audrey. It’s about love that wasn’t fully appreciated until it was gone. This could definitely fit with her losing Rory so soon into their marriage and like I said earlier, I feel like Audrey has had a troublesome love life that has left her self conscious of herself in relationships, especially when it comes to her age.

Ally Mayfair-Richards

“To Be Alone”

Never feel too good in crowds With folks around, when they're playing The anthems of rape culture loud Crude and proud, creatures baying All I've ever done is hide From our times, when you're near me Honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes I feel like a person for a moment of my life

This gives me big post-Ivy vibes for Ally. Like end of the season baddie Ally. This is Ally once she has found someone to love again, shown in the last four lines. She’s changed to a more confident woman, but it’s helpful to have someone there to support her. She is finally loved fully. I also feel like the first four lines fit her personality and beliefs as well.

Wilhemina Venable

“Wasteland, Baby!”

Wasteland, baby I'm in love, I'm in love with you And I love too, that love soon might end Be known in its aching Shown in the shaking Lately of my wasteland, baby Be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking Though quaking, though crazy That's just wasteland, baby

I’m not picking this one solely because it’s about a wasteland like the setting of season eight. I also feels like this could describe Mina’s insecurity with love as well and how she’s worried her significant other would leave. Love is scary for her and in my head this kind of describes it.

“Cherry Wine”

Her fight and fury is fiery Oh, but she loves Like sleep to the freezing Sweet and right and merciful, I'm all but washed In the tide of her breathing

The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

I feel like this song describes Mina’s tough exterior, but the intensity of her love. I think she would be a bit hot and cold with a lover at first and I feel that this song captures that. At first I pictured this song for Billie Dean until I read the lyrics and they screamed Venable.

You might like: Sarah Paulson AHS Characters as Rex Orange County Songs or Sarah Paulson AHS Characters as Khalid Songs

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thepucegoose · 5 years

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The Yearning of Anthony J. Crowley spotify; art by @6utton

A late afternoon Crowley a-yearning for his angel. Sauntering vaguely over 6000 years.

From Eden - Hozier - Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on it's sword / Innocence died screaming, honey ask me I should know / I slither here from Eden just to hide outside your door

Love Of My Life - Queen - You will remember / When this is blown over / Everything's all by the way / When I grow older / I will be there at your side to remind you / How I still love you (I still love you) / I still love you

A Case of You - Joni Mitchell - She knew your devils and your deeds and she said / "Go to him / Stay with him if you can / But be prepared to bleed" / Oh you’re in my blood like holy wine / You taste so bitter / And so sweet

Love Love Love - The Mountain Goats - Snakes in the grass beneath our feet, rain in the clouds above / Some moments last forever / But some flare out with love, love, love

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow - Carole King - Tonight with words unspoken / You say that I'm the only one / But will my heart be broken / When the night meets the morning sun?

Mr. Brightside - Run River North - Let me go / 'Cause I just can't look, it's killing me / And taking control Jealousy, turning saints into the sea / Swimming through sick lullabies / Choking on your alibi

Landslide - Fleetwood Mac - Well, I've been 'fraid of changin' / 'Cause I've built my life around you / But time makes you bolder / Even children get older / And I'm gettin' older, too / I'm gettin' older, too

Turning Tables - Adele - So I won't let you close enough to hurt me, no / I won't ask you, you to just desert me / I can't give you, what you think you gave me / It's time to say goodbye to turning tables

Don’t give up on us - David Soul - Lord knows we've come this far / Can't we stay the way we are? / The angel and the dreamer / Who sometimes plays a fool / Don't give up on us, I know / We can still come through

Thank You For Being A Friend - Andrew Gold - Into the night the Milky Way / You'll hear me call as we ascend / I'll say your name then once again / Thank you for being a / Thank you for being a friend (I want to thank you)

What Would I Do Without You - Drew Holcomb & The Neighbours - The difference between what I've said and done / And you're still standing by my side / A guilty soul and a worried mind / I will never make it, if I'm on my own

Songbird - Fleetwood Mac - 'Cause I feel that when I'm with you / It's all right I know it's right / And the songbirds keep singing like they / Know the score / And I love you I love you I love you / Like never before

Bitter Boy - Kate Rusby - But I will rise, and I will sing / Until the day I can't conceal it / And then I'll sing the saddest song / And wish to God you cannot hear it.

Kathy’s Song - Simon and Garfunkel - And so you see I have come to doubt / All that I once held as true / I stand alone without beliefs / The only truth I know is you

World Spins Madly On - The Weepies - Everything that I said I'd do / Like make the world brand new / And take the time for you / I just got lost and slept right through the dawn / And the world spins madly on

Pale Blue Eyes - The Velvet Underground - Thought of you as my mountain top / Thought of you as my peak / Thought of you as everything / I've had, but couldn't keep / I've had, but couldn't keep

Snow Owl - The Mountain Goats - You came down from heaven to the branch outside my window / Your feathers were the colour of snow / The dice were loaded against us ever seeing each other / But one of us had nowhere else to go

Living Without You - Mary McCaslin - The milk truck hauls the sun up / And the paper hits the door / The subway shakes my floor / And i think about you / Time to face the dawning grey / Of another lonely day

Who Knows Where The Time Goes - Fairport Convention - Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving / Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go / But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving / I do not count the time

Song For The Asking - Simon and Garfunkel - This is my tune for the taking / Take it, don't turn away / I've been waiting all my life / Thinking it over, I've been sad / Thinking it over, I'd be more than glad / To change my ways for the asking

Till Tomorrow - Don McLean - What can this be? / Can you tell me? / Would you like to discover why we're not free, to be lovers? / I've been wanting to ask you

Behind That Locked Door - George Harrison - The love you are blessed with This world's waiting for / So let out your heart please, please / From behind that locked door

Leaving on a Jet Plane - Peter, Paul and Mary - I hate to wake you up to say goodbye / But the dawn is breakin’ / It’s early morn / The taxi’s waitin’ / He’s blowing his horn / Already I’m so lonesome I could die

A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square - Vera Lynn - There were angels dining at the Ritz / And a nightingale sang in Berkeley square

#good omens #gomens #ineffable husbands #Playlists #good omens playlist #ineffable husbands playlist #THANK U 6UTTON FOR THE ART!!#IM LOV #my posts #he breaks half way through his moping to watch the golden girls and then goes right back at it

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prometheusascendant · 3 years

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top fifteen + your favorite lyric from each one!

(since several of the songs in my top 15 didn’t have lyrics, I skipped to the ones that did.)

Into the Fire from the Scarlet Pimpernel musical.

never hold back your step for a moment/never doubt that your courage will grow/hold your head even higher/as into the fire we go!

Hymn, Van Canto

from the heavens and through stormy skies/from the east and over mountains high

Love Like Winter, AFI

I met my love before I was born

Run, Delta Rae

all my life I’ve been burdened by the dreams/I’ve had, now I want to run

The Rains of Castamere

in a coat of gold/or a coat of red/a lion still has claws/and mine are long and sharp, my lord/as long and sharp as yours

Until Olympius Returns, The Mountain Goats

profess keen interest in the welfare of the state/taste everything they feed you, say it tastes real great/ (spit it down your sleeve every time you get the chance!)/this is just/a brief improvisation in the dance

Angry Too, Lola Blanc

and another and another coming up out of the gutter/ ‘till I’m drowning in an ocean of entitled motherfuckers

The Plagues, Prince of Egypt soundtrack

then let my heart be hardened! and never mind how high the cost may grow!

Hunger, Amaranthe

broken bones and the code that haunts me

From Eden, Hozier

idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword/ innocence died screaming, honey ask me, I should know

I did Die Anywhere Else in another ask, so I’m skipping ahead for this one, too. For the Dancing and the Dreaming.

I have no use for rings of gold/I care not for your poetry/I only want your hand to hold/I only want you near me

Soldier, Poet, King, The Oh Hellos

there will come a poet/whose weapon is his word

Toss A Coin To Your Witcher

at the edge of the world/fight the mighty horde/that bashes and breaks you/and brings you the morn

As Many Candles As Possible, the Mountain Goats

listen for the prophecy somewhere in the static/once you’ve saddled up your pony, burn down the paddock

Matches to Paper Dolls, Dessa

the fervor the fire the feathers, the fever defies measure/but good sense won’t venture where the moth won’t let it

#vulturepunk #asked and answered #about half of these are just bops #and the other half are character songs #and about 1/3rd of the second half are character songs for my TTRPG characters #it's been A Year

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backstreets · 5 years

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You Go Too Fast For Me Crowley a Good Omens playlist.

song titles and descriptions below the cut

Me and My Husband / Mitski: (Crowley to Aziraphale) And I’m the idiot with the painted face / In the corner, taking up space / But when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved

Big God / Florence and The Machine: (Aziraphale to Crowley) You keep me up at night / To my messages, you do not reply / You know I still like you the most / The best of the best and the worst of the worst

Personal Jesus / Depeche Mode: (Aziraphale to Crowley) Feeling unknown / And you’re all alone / Flesh and bone / By the telephone / Lift up the receiver / I’ll make you a believer

Bedroom Hymns / Florence and The Machine: (Crowley to Aziraphale) This is as good a place to fall as any / We’ll build our alter here / Make me your Maria / I’m already on my knees

Pink in the Night / Mitski: (both) And I know I’ve kissed you before, but I didn’t do it right / Can I try again, try again, try again / Try again, and again, and again / And again, and again, and again

I Know Places / Taylor Swift: (Crowley to Aziraphale) They take their shots, we’re bulletproof / And you know for me it’s always you / In the dead of night, your eyes so green / And I know for you it’s always me

Somebody To Love / Queen: (both) Each morning I get up I die a little / Can barely stand on my feet / Take a look in the mirror and cry / Lord, what you’re doing to me / I have spent all my years in believing you / But I just can’t get no relief, Lord!

Beast of Burden / The Rolling Stones: (Crowley to Aziraphale) I’ll never be your beast of burden / So let’s go home and draw the curtains / Put some music on the radio / Come on baby make sweet love to me

Cover Me / Bruce Springsteen: (both) Now promise me baby you won’t let them find us / Hold me in your arms, let’s let our love blind us / Cover me, shut the door and cover me / I’m looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me

Never Tear Us Apart / INXS: (Crowley to Aziraphale) I was standing / You were there / Two worlds collided / And they could never, ever tear us apart

This Must Be the Place / Talking Heads: (Crowley to Aziraphale) Home, is where I want to be / But I guess I’m already there / I come home, she lifted up her wings / I guess that this must be the place

Texas Reznikoff / Mitski: (Aziraphale to Crowley) But I’ve been anywhere and it’s not what I want / I wanna be still with you

You and I / Lady Gaga: (Aziraphale to Crowley) It’s been two years since I let you go / I couldn’t listen to a joke or Rock and Roll / Muscle cars drove a truck right through my heart

You Are In Love / Taylor Swift: (both) One night he wakes, strange look on his face / Pauses, then says, you’re my best friend / And you knew what it was, he is in love

I Walk the Line / Johnny Cash: (Crowley to Aziraphale) I keep a close watch on this heart of mine / I keep my eyes wide open all the time / I keep the ends out for the tie that binds / Because you’re mine, I walk the line

I Always Knew / The Vaccines: (both) It hit me like a beam of light / Hit me like a hook of the right / And I could have fell to the floor

From Eden / Hozier: (Crowley to Aziraphale) Honey you’re familiar like my mirror years ago / Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on it’s sword / Innocence died screaming, honey ask me I should know / I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

Diet Mountain Dew / Lana Del Rey: (Aziraphale to Crowley) Take another drag turn me to ashes / Ready for another lie? / Says he’s gonna teach me just what fast is / Say it’s gonna be alright + You’re no good for me / But baby, I want you, I want you

State of Grace / Taylor Swift: (Aziraphale to Crowley) So you were never a saint / And I’ve loved in shades of wrong / We learn to live with the pain / Mosaic broken hearts / But this love is brave and wild

Nobody / Hozier: (Crowley to Aziraphale) You know it is twelve o'clock in Soho, baby / It’s gin o'clock where I wake up, I don’t know / I think about you though, everywhere I go / And I’ve done everything and I’ve been everywhere you know

God Only Knows / The Beach Boys: (both) If you should ever leave me / Though life would still go on, believe me / The world could show nothing to me / So what good would living do me? / God only knows what I’d be without you

#KJKJDHKJHJEWH IM FULLY DONE FOR NOW......#reblog this if ur mad like me kjwdhksjdhk #good omens #long post

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all-mimsy · 4 years

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Youth To Itself Rebels "The ocean, overpeering of his list, Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste Than young Laertes, in a riotous head."

A Laertes fanmix.

American Authors - I'm Born To Run. I wanna see Paris, I wanna see Tokyo I wanna be careless even if I break my bones I'm gonna live my life like I'm gonna die young Like it's never enough, like I'm born to run

Death Cab for Cutie - You Are A Tourist And if you feel just like a tourist in the city you were born Then it's time to go And define your destination

Regina Spektor - Smalltown Moon I must've left a thousand times But there's a small town in my mind How can I leave without hurting everyone that made me? How can I leave without hurting everyone that made me?

James Blunt - Bonfire Heart Your mouth is a revolver firing bullets in the sky Your love is like a soldier, loyal till you die

Bonnie "Prince" Billy - The Best of Folks Don't get angry if you're called the worst of many Don't withdraw your hands from all that they can do Those that deny your love may not have any For the best of folks will see the best in you

Daughter - Youth We are the reckless, we are the wild youth Chasing visions of our futures One day, we'll reveal the truth That one will die before he gets there

The Mountain Goats - Cry For Judas Speed up to the precipice and then slam on the brakes Some people crash two or three times and then learn from their mistakes We are the ones who don't slow down at all And there's nobody there to catch us when we fall

City and Color - Grand Optimist I used to be quite resilient Gain no strength from counting the beads on a rosary And now the wound has begun to turn Another lesson that has gone unlearned

The Seige - Die In This Town Fire in my soul, got my eyes on the Crown I can't help myself lately, can’t turn myself down I’m in love with you, baby, but I let you down I can't die in this town I won’t die in this town

Set It Off - Wolf in Sheep's Clothing Listen, mark my words, one day You will pay, you will pay Karma's gonna come collect your debt

grandson - Blood // Water I am the people I am the storm I am the riot I am the swarm When the last tree's fallen The animal can't hide Money won't solve it What's your alibi?

The Mountain Goats - Up the Wolves I'm going to get myself in fighting trim Scope out every angle of unfair advantage I'm gonna bribe the officials I'm gonna kill all the judges It's going to take you people years to recover from all of the damage

Coldplay - A Rush of Blood to the Head So I’m gonna buy a gun and start a war If you can tell me something worth fighting for

The Dear Hunter - Go Get Your Gun And to those who die, please try to understand That for those who die, we try the best we can

The Decemberists - This is Why We Fight Come the war Come the avarice Come the war Come hell

The Score - Revolution Like every king who lost a crown And all those years are history now Can you hear the drumming? There's a revolution coming

Gang of Youths - Atlas Drowned Get that thing out my face I don't care what it says, this is my goddamned place A traitor to country and glad, 'cause my country's disgraced

Santigold - The Riot's Gone Oh, I’m armed and dangerous At the whim of my command Been searching for an angle For a cause I can’t defend

Hozier - From Eden Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword Innocence died screaming Honey, ask me, I should know

The Neighbourhood - R.I.P. 2 My Youth Might go to hell and there ain't no stopping Might be a sinner and I might be a saint I'd like to be proud but somehow I'm ashamed

Zayde Wolf - Born Ready Start me up Open my eyes Turn me loose and you'll see why I was born, born ready

Joe Iconis - The Guide To Success Hey, never say what you really feel Why make a choice when it's safer just to make a deal Stay away from what causes a stir or offends Keep your heart silent, don't dispute And if it turns violent, make sure you know who to shoot And eventually every relationship ends So throw out your baby and murder your friends Ignore all your feelings and murder your friends

Bob Dylan - Not Dark Yet Sometimes my burden is more than I can bear It's not dark yet, but it's getting there I was born here and I'll die here, against my will I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still

Takénobu - Fight To Make It Up You fight to make it up Look another way Heart in hand you hold

The Score - All Of Me I've been running through this city with my hopes held high In between my footsteps, that's where fear resides It's tearing me apart, I swear I might divide

Halsey - Control I can't help this awful energy Goddamn right, you should be scared of me Who is in control?

Third Eye Blind - Jumper You're the first to fight, you're way too loud You're the flash of light on a burial shroud I know something's wrong

AWOLNATION - THISKIDSNOTALRIGHT I'm scared, I may derail You can follow them to hell You can follow them to hell

Mumford & Sons - Little Lion Man Tremble for yourself, my man You know that you have seen this all before Tremble, little lion man You'll never settle any of your scores Your grace is wasted in your face Your boldness stands alone among the wreck Now learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck

The Killers - All These Things That I've Done When there's nowhere left to run Is there room for one more son?

Bastille - Flaws All of your flaws and all of my flaws Are laid out one by one Look at the wonderful mess that we made We pick ourselves undone

Shiny Toy Guns - Poison Listen, don't cry, my child When you awake My father's table has set a place for you Contact, with fire from love Has shortened all my days A season of poison Will bring the darkness soon Painfully, I prepare a release And poison takes me away

#laertes #hamlet #what a piece of work is man #words words words and music

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fic-for-fic-sake · 4 years

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Snapshots of Life

A/N: Hey! This is the new oneshot series I mentioned. Read the first part, Sunlight, here

The First Date: From Eden (Hozier)

Bucky had a problem, one he’d had for a while. If he were being honest with himself his problem started the day he met you.

Being Stark’s new PA you were always around the tower, always near him. After his morning run he would hear your bright laughter ring through the halls and his heart rate would pick back up again. He tried to steal glances at you whenever he could. He wanted to see what you looked like when you thought nobody was watching.

He noticed the way you would examine your iPad everyday like it was always the most thrilling news. Whenever you read something that was especially troubling you would tug on your plump bottom lip with your teeth and twirl a strand of hair around your finger. Not being able to stand it any longer Bucky would walk in the room. Needing to be close to the warmth that seemed to radiate from you. Inevitably you would look up at him and your eyes locked for a second and Bucky felt like he couldn’t breathe. Felt like every nerve in his body was on high alert, seeing how you would react to him, to his darkness. But then, every time, you would break into a smile so brilliant it made his knees weak and his hands shake.

Babe, there’s something tragic about you. Something so magic about you, Don’t you agree?

He would try and hold light conversations while you waited for Tony but he always fumbled over his words. His once smooth self suddenly absent in your presence. Something about you made him second guess everything he did. How would you react to him? Would you run off if he said the wrong thing?

That day training went agonizingly slow as usual. Steve tried to change things up but Bucky knew every trick Steve would do before he did them. Years being trained to sense any weakness your opponent has before they know it were drilled into him. Sometimes fighting was something he knew more than his own name.

He mindlessly dodged Steve’s attempts to disarm him and happened to look up in the gallery to see Y/N there, watching him. You truly were a vision. You wore a maroon blazer with a black top and matching pants. Your hair was slicked back into a ponytail and your feet were wedged into kitten heels. His eyes trailed over your form before locking with yours. Fuck, how long had you been watchng him for? Your eyes were the size of dinner plates as you stared at him in shock and he worried. Worried that the Winter Soldier side of him had scared you off. That you had seen too much of him too soon.

Babe, there’s something lonesome about you, something so wholesome about you, get closer to me

It was in that moment, vulnerable from the effect you had on him, that Steve struck. Saw Bucky’s weakness and took him down. Bucky fell onto the mat in a huff and when his eyes went back to the spot you were standing in, you were gone. He almost yelled at Steve for hitting him but then something stopped him.

The sound of heels clicking on the linoleum of the training floor flooded his senses. You walked towards them, iPad in your hand and a small smile playing on your lips.

“Hey sweetheart.” Steve breathed out, between sips from his water bottle.

“Captain.” You nodded back.

“Captain?” He questioned, brows furrowing.

“You have a mission, wheels up in 20.” You responded, pulling something up on the iPad and showing to to Steve. His lips turned into a slight frown as his eyes roamed over the text. He sighed as he picked up his gym bag and pressed a kiss into your hair as he left.

“Sorry Buck, gonna have to continue our training sesh another time.” Steve called out behind him, the doors to the gym swinging shut with the momentum.

Without Steve in the gym, Bucky became very conscious of the fact that he was alone with you for the first time in a while. He could feel his breathing turn shallow. Fuck, what were you doing to him? He can hardly remember the last time someone got him as worked up as you did. He hadn’t felt this way in a long time.

“That was impressive.” You broke the silence with your observation, calling on the fight you had witnessed earlier.

“How much did you see?” Bucky asked hesitantly. He was worried you would never want to speak to him again.

“Enough.”

“Oh.” Bucky felt his shoulders slump and his eyes turn downcast. So this was it, it was over before it even started. He could feel what was left of his heart constricting in on itself, felt like a little part of himself, the last part of his humanity, was breaking off. Dying.

But then he felt the light flutter of your fingertips on his bicep and met your sparkling eyes with his, a shocked expression written on his face. “Bucky, it was incredible! I mean I heard rumors about how well you fought, had seen videos, but it’s nothing like the real thing.” You replied, seemingly mesmerized with him of all people. He realized that your hand was still on his bicep, clutching it lightly.

“You mean that doll?” He questioned, cocking his head to one side, letting his black hair fall over his face like a curtain. He looked at her through his locks and could see your earnest nod.

“Of course I do, Sergeant.” You whispered back, giving him a devilish smile and a wink before turning around to leave. Bucky watched your hips swing and was taken by the sound of your heels as you exited the gym.

No tight side, no rolling eyes, no irony. No ‘who cares’, no vacant stares, no time for me.

Bucky had been a wreck all day since his encounter with you in the gym. With Steve gone on a mission there was nothing he could do but pace and think. He tried, really tried to think of anything /but/ you. Except, every time he would close his eyes he would see your stunned face watching him fight. Hear the earnest confession leave your beautiful lips. Lips he so badly wanted to kiss. He was battling with himself. He knew he was bad for you, because how could you, someone so beautiful and perfect and so fucking innocent, fall for someone as damaged as Bucky? How could he knowing let you fall for someone as damaged as him?

But the thing is, you bring back something in him. Something he thought was lost back in ‘45 when HYDRA took him.

Honey you’re familiar like my mirror years ago, idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword.

He took a shower to try and clear his thoughts but it didn’t work, it was no use. You were like a drug to him, he had a taste and he wanted, no, needed more. Your honeyed voice and bright eyes were healing balm to him. Stitching up all the broken parts of him and added back things he didn’t even know were missing in the first place.

Innocence died screaming honey ask me I should know.

Hair still dripping wet, Bucky left his room on a mission. He let his feet guide the way. He needed to ask you out, had to. He couldn’t imagine his life without you and god dammit he wanted to be closer to you. Stolen glances and clever smiles weren’t enough for him. He wanted all of you, needed you like he needed air. He reached your door and hesitantly lifted his vibranium arm and knocked.

I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door.

#from eden #hozier #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky fanfic #snapshots of life #song fanfic #mcu

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Ineffable Husbands playlist

For anyone looking for an ungodly long playlist that is probably going to be under construction forever: Here You Go

I also want to plug this playlist while im at it because I absorbed a lot of songs from it & it’s very good. much more concise FULL CURRENT TRACKLIST, 41 songs (as of 7.6.19) UNDER THE CUT Including: tally hall (an absurd amount), hozier (of course), frank sinatra, the mountain goats, sufjan stevens, queen, elbow, velvet underground, mitski...etc.

Frank Sinatra - The Best is Yet to Come

Out of the tree of life I just picked me a plum You came along and everything started in to hum Still it's a real good bet The best is yet to come

Best is yet to come and babe won't that be fine You think you've seen the sun But you ain't seen it shine

A wait til the warm up's under way Wait til our lips have met And wait til you see that sunshine day You ain't seen nothing yet ... Wait til your charms are right for these arms, to surround You think you've flown before But baby you ain't left the ground

Hozier - From Eden (obligatory)

Babe, there's something wretched about this Something so precious about this Oh what a sin

To the strand a picnic plan for you and me A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree Honey you're familiar like my mirror years ago

Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on it's sword Innocents died screaming, honey ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

Tally Hall - You & Me

Off again we go Another seed to sow Another part to keep in proper order

What have I begun? Get away undone I have seen the signs and I ignored them

Now it's you And me Divine A circular design (do do-do do-doo) Time, and place, and mind Points along the line (do do-do do-doo)

Sitting in the park Carefully remark Everything is better when you're learning

You were in the dark And I was in the dark Everything is made to keep on turning

Barenaked Ladies - It’s All Been Done

I met you before the fall of Rome And I begged you to let me take you home You were wrong, I was right You said goodbye, I said goodnight

It's all been done It's all been done It's all been done before

I knew you before the west was won And I heard you say the past Was much more fun You go your way, I go mine But I'll see you next time

It's all been done It's all been done It's all been done before

The Strokes - Under Cover of Darkness (the times between meetings)

We got the right to live, fight to use it Got everything but you can just choose it I won't just be a puppet on a string

Don't go that way I'll wait for you

And I'm tired of all your friends Listening at your door I want what's better for you

So long, my friend and adversary But I'll wait for you

Conor Oberst - To All the Lights in the Windows (Crowley POV, Aziraphale not quite meeting him half way wrt The Arrangement. Talks about various biblical events throughout time, like they’re meeting up there)

Jesus off in the water, standing on His feet Yeah, that's the thing about charisma it makes everyone believe But there is nothing impossible When I'm with you and when you're with me I got a sad sinking feeling that, that can never be

But I'm going to do what I can for you, I will make a plea To all the lights in the windows, the puddles in the streets And all the lovers that you've been teasing from your balcony May they carry you far from my memory

Light a Roman Candle with Me (Crowley POV)

Light a roman candle with me Just a roman candle, you can wear your sandals And I'll pour you just one cup of tea. Then you can go and rest You haven't seen my best, so

Just spend an evening with me Just a lazy evening, then you could be leaving Or we could stay and talk until three. I will think it's magic and I'll hope you'll agree, so

Light a roman candle with me. Just a roman candle. Just a perfect apple.

If we were honest and both wrote a sonnet together A sandwich with everything on it, At least we would know that the sparks didn't glow But we owe it to ourselves to try, So we aim and ignite! So often I call and I plead with you: "Give me a chance!" It's not often that I understand The ins and the outs of what's wrong and what's right So don't think of tomorrow tonight.

Oh, I know, it goes on, it gets old But for now we're young, we smell good, we're alone

You look for a legend, I'm looking for common ground. Your heart isn't breaking, And mine isn't making a sound.

Oh I know, it goes on, it gets old Oh I know, it goes on, it gets old

Light a roman candle with me. Just a roman candle. Just a perfect apple.

Tears for Fears - Head Over Heels (mmm pining)

You keep your distance with a system of touch And gentle persuasion I'm lost in admiration, could I need you this much? Oh, you're wasting my time You're just, just, just wasting time

Something happens and I'm head over heels I never find out till I'm head over heels Something happens and I'm head over heels Ah, don't take my heart, don't break my heart Don't, don't, don't throw it away

Throw it away Throw it away

Mother Mother - Problems

You and me, we're not the same I am a sinner, you are a saint When we get to the pearly gates You'll get the green light I'll get the old door in the face

Doo, doo, doo I'm a loser, a disgrace, yeah

I've found love in the strangest place Tied up and branded, locked in a cage I say I'm gonna stage a great escape Let loose and love all But baby we're out of place

Doo, doo, doo I'm a loser, a disgrace You're a beauty A luminary, in my face

I got it all, and not a lot, I got a lot less than a lot I've got problems, not just the ones that are little It's those people problems, it's something to consider When you come for dinner at my place

The Mountain Goats - New Zion (sort of a flashback to the garden, i don’t like to put really mellow songs at the very beginning of playlists so this was the best place i could fit this one in)

There were signs up in the sky When we gathered by the garden wall Everybody on his best behavior Listening for the altar call

High priest of Salem in his robes Ranting of the coming of the day Ravens at the gates Frightening all the visitors away

I lay down by the water Dreamed a dream of where I come from Old things made new Waiting for you

There were wooden wind chimes rustling In the trees above the anthills on the dunes On the high winds, we could hear them Old familiar tunes

The little bit of faith we had once Like the memory of a movie They got burned up in the great fire Reassembling itself slowly by surely

I lay down by the water Dreamed a dream of where I come from Old things made new Waiting for you

Tally Hall - Who You Are (Aziraphale POV)

Maybe there's something to being the one who you are Holding the thoughts in as you pull away in your car I get to thinking a little too often & All that I want is a little aloft & Maybe it's all too much thinking and not enough heart

How is it all of the people can know who you are? Off in the distance emitting a glow in the dark All of it subtle and all of it very bizarre How is it all of the people can know who you are? I see you Not too far

Armed to the teeth You will sit at the fireside We are the ones who have chosen the other side It was easy to see You were ready to be And it all falls down

You rose up and rode away underground Alone us finding our way to found

Catfish and the Bottlemen - Longshot

Go, ahead and tell me you got all you want Fiver says you're wrong And I suppose you've come down to help me Move things along ... Listen, the distance between us, could've took a while Once we closed that difference, you turned up like a friend of mine Every once in a while, the little things make me smile As if one of our longshots paid off One of our longshots paid off

So yeah, go, ahead and tell me something real Come on, how'd you feel? And I suppose you've come down to help me Answer to the riddle To the riddle

Why we laughed it off and we're wise enough, who knows?

Queen - You’re My Best Friend (obligatory)

Oh, you're the best friend that I ever had I've been with you such a long time You're my sunshine and I want you to know That my feelings are true I really love you Oh, you're my best friend

Ooh, you make me live

Ooh, I've been wandering 'round But I still come back to you In rain or shine

Apples in Stereo - Baroque

In the moonlight I see my memories In a new light, they seem so real to me I remember You know I remember And the starlight tripping in the sky Come on, we can still go there tonight I remember You know I remember We haven't changed We just feel a little strange We haven't changed We're just a little bit deranged

Umphrey’s McGee - Made to Measure (Crowley POV, “’you go too fast for me???’ what’s that supposed to mean??”)

Please excuse this I know it's rude But I was just trying to satisfy someone who requested mine You're hard to please And no one knows just what you need If you won't ever ask for help then how am I to tell? Uncomfortable You wear it well The sooner that you come around, the offer's waited to be found Anytime you need it I am already there and waiting What's yours is mine but you’re inclined to hesitate to try Don't get me wrong here I just want to make my intentions clear There's no room for reading into deep, if things aren't written down As soon as I've been told That you will not be sold Then we could all move forward here, and find our endings well You need a break It's hard to take the time When things will just move faster and we're never ever slowing down Anytime you need it I'm already there and waiting What's yours is mine but you’re inclined to hesitate to try And after all the bullshit shuffled, piles up inside There's only room for you and me And what we've left to try

Hayley Kiyoko - What I Need (”I’m going to alpha centauri and I won’t even THINK about you!”)

All the back and forth getting complicated Running me around got me frustrated No, that's why I been laying low If you wanna make it work, baby, gotta say it Need a little more than participation Oh, I could go be on my own ... What I need, what I need, what I need Is for you to be sure

The Mountain Goats - San Bernardino (Az POV, unsure of timeline placement on this one but it’s very tender)

We got in your car and we hit the highway Eastern sun was rising over the mountains Yellow and blood-red bits Like a kaleidoscope

And flaming swords may guard the garden of Eden But we consulted maps from earlier days Dead languages on our tongues Holding onto our last hope

And the day was bright and fine And the highway sign Said "San Bernardino Welcomes you!"

I checked us into our motel and filled the bathtub And you got in the warm, warm water I pulled petals from my pocket I loved you so much just then

Sufjan Stevens - To Be Alone with You (another tender, possibly Az POV song)

I'd swim across Lake Michigan I'd sell my shoes I'd give my body to be back again In the rest of the room

To be alone with you To be alone with you To be alone with you To be alone with you

You gave your body to the lonely They took your clothes You gave up a wife and a family You gave your goals

To be alone with me To be alone with me To be alone with me You went up on a tree

To be alone with me you went up on the tree

I've never known a man who loved me

Elbow - Starlings (Crowley POV)

How dare the premier ignore my invitations? He'll have to go So too the bunch he luncheons with It's second on my list of things to do

At the top I'm stopping by Your place of work and acting like I haven't dreamed of you and I And marriage in an orange grove

You are the only thing In any room you're ever in I'm stubborn, selfish and too old

I sat you down and told you how The truest love that's ever found is for oneself You pulled apart my theory With a weary and disinterested sigh

So yes, I guess I'm asking you To back a horse that's good for glue and nothing else But find a man that's truer than Find a man that needs you more than I

Sit with me a while And let me listen to you talk about Your dreams and your obsessions I'll be quiet and confessional

The violets explode inside me When I meet your eyes Then I'm spinning and I'm diving Like a cloud of starlings Darling, is this love?

The Cure - Why Can’t I Be You?

You're so gorgeous I'll do anything I'll kiss you from your feet to where your head begins You're so perfect you're so right as rain You make me Make me, make me, make me hungry again

Everything you do is irresistible Everything you do is simply kissable Why can't I be you? ... Everything you do is simply delicate Everything you do is quite angelicate Why can't I be you? Why can't I be you?

Hozier - It Will Come Back (Crowley POV, don’t be kind to me i’ll get attached oh shit oh shit it already happened aughh)

I know who I am when I'm alone Something else when I see you You don't understand, you should never know How easy you are to need

Don't let me in with with no intention to keep me Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me Honey don't feed me I will come back

Can't be unlearned I've known the warmth of your doorways Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you Oh please, give me mercy no more That's a kindness you can't avoid! I want you baby tonight, as sure as you're born

You'll hear me howling outside your door Don't you hear me howling babe?

The Mountain Goats - So Desperate (Az POV)

We were parked in your car In our neutral meeting place, the Episcopalian churchyard I had things I'd been meaning to say But in the dazzling winter sun that late, I could feel them melt away

And through the warm radio static I couldn't hear my stage directions And the fog on the windshield Obscured our sad reflections

I felt so desperate In your arms I felt so desperate In your arms

We were parked near some trees And the moonlight soaked the branches in ever deepening degrees Had my hand in your hair Trying to keep my cool until it became too much to bear

When we cracked the windows open Well, the air was just so sweet We could hear the cars ten feet away Out there in the street

I felt so desperate In your arms I felt so desperate In your arms

Velvet Underground - I’ll Be Your Mirror

When you think the night has seen your mind That inside you're twisted and unkind Let me stand to show that you are blind Please put down your hands 'Cause I see you

Mitski - Strawberry Blonde (pining)

I love everybody Because I love you I don't need the city, and I Don't need proof All I need, darling Is a life in your shape I picture it, soft And I ache

Ok Go - Last Leaf (Crowley POV, i will go as slow as you need me to)

If you should be the last Autumn leaf hanging from the tree I'll still be here waiting on the breeze to bring you down to me

And if it takes forever Forever it'll be And if it takes forever Forever it'll be

And if you should be the last seed in Spring to venture forth a leaf I'll still be here waiting on the rain to warm your heart for me

And if it takes forever Forever it'll be And if it takes forever Forever it'll be

Coldplay - Til Kingdom Come

Hold my head inside your hands I need someone who understands I need someone, someone who hears For you, I've waited all these years

For you I'd wait 'til kingdom come Until my day, my day is done And say you'll come and set me free Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me

In your tears and in your blood In your fire and in your flood I hear you laugh, I heard you sing I wouldn't change a single thing

And the wheels just keep on turning The drummers begin to drum I don't know which way I'm going I don't know what I'll become

White Lies - A Place to Hide (mixed POV, apocalypse starts)

I've been searching through my books to try and find some truth Perhaps disguised as a mysterious way And if I made a promise Could I stay by your side? Would you guarantee my safety And say that I'd be all right?

But if Judgment Day started tonight at least I'd know I was right And I'd be laughing at the end of the world Take my hand tonight I'll think we'll be alright, girl

And I can see it on the TV, there's an air attack People of the mountains screaming I'll be back And I'm banging on your door so come on and let me in Need a place to hide, I need a place to hide before the storm begins

If I told you all the times when I'd done wrong Could you bathe my soul and wash it all away? I can't forgive the things that I can still remember So I think my friendly sins are here to stay

New Pornographers - Adventures in Solitude (Somebody killed my best friend)

Balancing on one wounded wing Circling the edge of the never ending The best of the vanished marvels Have gathered inside your door

More than begin but less than forget But spirits born from the not happened yet Gathering there to pay off a debt Brought back from the wars

We thought, we lost you We thought, we lost you We thought, we lost you Welcome back ... I know you want to run far away From one more and that it's comin' at a bad time Some cold place heartless ways for all we know

I know you need to breathe through Come back, come too but it's comin' at a bad time Tangled day, for all we know

I know you want to run far away from one more And that's comin' at a bad time Some cold race heartless ways for all we know

I know you want to breathe through Come back, come too but it's comin' at a bad time Old scarred face survivor's guilt, for all we know

Snow Patrol - The Lightning Strike (What if This Storm Ends?) (Crowley POV, you’re back! oh god i could’ve lost you forever.)

What if this storm ends? And I don't see you As you are now Ever again

The perfect halo Of gold hair and lightning Sets you off against The planet's last dance

Just for a minute The silver forked sky Lit you up like a star That I will follow

Now it's found us Like I have found you I don't want to run Just overwhelm me

What if this storm ends? And leaves us nothing Except a memory A distant echo

I want pinned down I want unsettled Rattle cage after cage Until my blood boils

I want to see you As you are now Every single day That I am living

Painted in flames All peeling thunder Be the lightning in me That strikes relentless

Grandaddy - A.M. 180 (the apocalypse is over. please still hang out with me? we can do anything, no need for serious plans. whatever together.)

Don't change your name Keep it the same For fear I may lose you again I know you won't It's just that I am unorganized And I want to find you when Something good happens

If you come down We'll go to town I haven't been there for years But I'd be fine Wasting our time Not doing anything here Just doing nothing

We'll sit for days And talk about things Important to us like whatever We'll defuse bombs Walk marathons And take home whatever together

Whatever together

My Chemical Romance - The Only Hope for Me is You (okay maybe we have a little trauma abt the apocalypse, anyway i love you?)

Where were you when All of the embers fell I still remember there Covered in ash Covered in glass Covered in all my friends I still Think of the bombs they built

If that's the best that I could be? Than I'd be another memory Can I be the only hope for you? Because you're the only hope for me And if we can't find where we belong, We'll have to make it on our own Face all the pain and take it on Because the only hope for me is you alone

How it should you be Many years after the disasters that we've seen What we have learned Other than people burn in purifying flame

I say it's okay I know you can tell And though you can see me smile I still Think of the guns they sell

Delta Spirit - Yamaha (Az POV, I’m sorry about the wait, I love you too)

I've been alone too many nights Too proud to tell you when you're right A little patience would have helped me then A lot like the break has been the common standard All the angels above the earth I prayed Said this message right into her head There's certain things in life I cannot take And I will wait

I hope you know I care I hope you know I care

So cold, I know you can't believe it Sometimes you gotta face the feelin' You don't care if you don't get up again There's a thousand things I will not understand (I hope you know I care) Now you're dealin' with the hell I put you through If I had my way I would be right there next to you There's certain things in life you cannot change There's certain things

I hope you know I care

Tally Hall - The Whole World and You (Crowley POV?)

There's lots of pretty people here Sharing soltries and passing letters and

There's lots of questions answered and Metaphysical astronomical songs

Words printed all on papers That seemed too mystical It's so magical

People that dance and compute that No one's better then you ... I hope you're happy now I've revealed the truth I've even written this whole song about you And not about me And not about me

Please don't just laugh and clap right now This is serious I'm not delirious

I've waited very patiently Just to let you know Who should run the show

Cause we all know these are the facts Nothing to retract Nothing too abstract

Concluding in the song I'll say No one's better than you

Ashley Eriksson - Island Song (South Downs cottage)

Come along with me To a town beside the sea We can wander through the forest And do so as we please Come along with me To a cliff under a tree Where we'll gaze upon the water As an everlasting dream All of my affections I give them all to you Maybe by next summer We won't have changed our tune I still want to be In this town beside the sea Making up new numbers And living so merrily All of my affections I give them all to you I'll be here for you always And always be for you Come along with me To a town beside the sea We can wander through the forest And do so as we please Living so merrily

The Mountain Goats - Genesis 30:3

I remember seeing you, my tongue struck dumb When you first came here from wherever it was you came from The power in your voice, your rough touch You keeping care of me, keeping watch ... For several hours we lay there, last ones of our kind Harder days coming, maybe I don't mind Sounds kind of dumb when I say it, but it's true I would do anything for you

Open up the promise of the day Drive the dark things away I will do what you ask me to do Because of how I feel about you

The Civil Wars - C’est La Mort (stay with me forever?)

Swan dive down eleven stories high Hold your breath until you see the light You can sink to the bottom of the sea Just don't go without me

Go get lost where no one can be found Drink so long and deep until you drown Say your goodbyes but darling if you please Don't go without me

C'est la vie C'est la mort You and me Forevermore

Let's walk down the road that has no end Steal away where only angels tread Heaven or hell or somewhere in between Cross your heart to take me when you leave Don't go, please don't go Don't go without me

The Magnetic Fields - When my Boy Walks Down the Street

Grand pianos crash together when my boy walks down the street There are whole new kinds of weather when he walks with his new beat Everyone sings hallelujah when my boy walks down the street Life just kind of dances through ya from your smile down to your feet

Amazing he's a whole new form of life Blue eyes blazing and he's going to be my wife

Sufjan Stevens - With My Whole Heart

And you're all I want (I fell in love, I fell in love the moment that I met you) And you're all I need (I give my life, I give my love, promise I will protect you) And you're all I've got (I will not rest until I know the best is always with you) And I still believe (I confess the world's a mess but I will always love you)

Tally Hall (edu) - Nowhere Else

There’s nowhere else I’d rather be Than in this moment you and me No place else I’d rather go No one else I’d rather know ... When the daylight turns to dusk Our energy a cosmic dust Trust with that in which you feel Love til the end ... love the lost and love the loved live below and love above love the earth and love the trees love those who give their lives for peace love all you call your family love you found a place to be love the ones with whom you fight love the ones who spend the night love the rich and love the poor love for want and want for more love the smile and simple things like those who want to live to sing love the ghost of what has passed love the trying till the last love the sick and love the strong love all who'll learn to get along

Frank Sinatra - I’ve Got a Crush on You

I'm your big and brave and handsome Romeo How I won you I shall never never know It's not that you're attractive But, oh, my heart grew active When you came into view I've got a crush on you, sweetie pie All the day and night-time hear me sigh I never had the least notion that I could fall with so much emotion

Could you coo, could you care For a cunning cottage we could share The world will pardon my mush 'Cause I have got a crush on you

Miracle Musical - Dream Sweet in Sea Major

Children born of one emotion Our devotion's deepest ocean No division reasoned we'll be Free

To know We are beyond a bow And lo, the hues arrange to show It's perfectly clear

You look quite divine tonight Here among these vibrant lights Pure delights surround us as we sail Signed, yours truly, the whale

Joy mirage's kingdom come No one left at stake Now that existence is on the wake Let's see what we can make

Apart is wholly ending A line in any final song So long so far

We will be atoning At last eternal through the past Above a blinding star

#playlist #ineffable husbands #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #i listen to it while drawing and reading fic so the goal is for it to be as long as possible #ive already added more songs to this as of 7.17.2019 #don't expect this to be a stable playlist lol

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acrobaticcatfeline · 5 years

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The Fear of the Dragon Witch (triplets rolorem) Chapter One!!!!!

Word Count: 2762

TW: remus, deceit, swearing, sibling rivalry, I projected on Roman so anxiety, I think that’s it, let me know if I missed anything!!!

Notes: Well it’s not posted when I said it was, but you know I got distracted so here it is, have the triplets fic we’ve all been waiting for!!! Hope you enjoy!!!

Pairings: side logicality, possibly more in the future.

Summary: “you are the absolute worst!” Roman had a hectic life, he had a full time job basically in theatre, honors classes, major anxiety and ADHD. Oh. And he had two brothers who were minutes apart from him in age. As you could guess, high school is a bit stressful.

“you are the absolute worst!”

Roman sat on the ground beside a chair that now seated his brother who just smirked down at him. He begrudgingly stood up and looked at his other brother who was watching with calculated indifference. He pouted and went to sit on the other chair, just to fall on his ass again. His cocky brother let out a delighted cackle and he finally sat in the stupid chair before he could recover.

“you’re an obnoxious haughty jackass and I hope that you choke on deodorant.”

“wow that’s creative baby bro! oh we’re so pwoud of youuu!”

“fuck off! I’m literally a minute younger than you!”

“you two act like toddlers. Hurry up, we have to get going, I don’t want to be late.”

“I don’t wanna be late… blah blah rant rant dick joke”

“Remus I’m going to literally drag you out of the door don’t test me.”

“do it you won’t no balls”

Remus very much regretted the next two minutes as he was, literally, dragged out of the house by his ears. Roman also felt secondhand regret as he had to rush even faster to finish getting ready. He ran out the door, locking it behind him, and jumped into the car. He grinned at the fact that he automatically won shotgun because he wasn’t mouthing off to Logan. He settled as Logan started driving, fussing with his hair in the mirror, before pulling on his Once beanie. He futzed around with it until it looked right and then stimmed with the hem of his Rent shirt, humming the song his shirt referenced quietly. He shook his shoulders trying to adjust his jacket without using his hands. Regardless of what it said he was not succeeding at being more ‘chill’. He was what would have happened if you asked a witch to fill a doll with anxiety and excessive amounts of energy with no coping mechanisms left to spare. Oh, and a love of the arts. He sure did love the arts.

“Ro, take this.”

Logan had handed Roman a small box, and Roman looked at him for a moment before opening it. In the box was a Maui hook on a cord, a spinner ring with a bird flying on it, and a fidget spinner designed like captain Americas shield. He smiled then looked at Logan a bit confused.

“why are you giving me this?”

“because you keep ripping your shirts when you play with them. That shirt was expensive, I’d like it to last. They’re stim toys, a spinner ring, a spinner, and a chew necklace. They’re silent and not destructive, I thought it might help.”

“…did you get this yourself?”

“mhmm. Saw them at the mall after work. Why?”

“its nothing, just… you didn’t have to get these for me lo. You should save your money; I know these aren’t cheap.”

“I think you forget that the whole reason I have the job I do is to buy you guys gifts. Mom and Mimi have the whole money thing handled.”

“yeah but-”

“Roman I love you, shut up and let me ok?”

“…ok”

“you guys are gross”

“and you act 5, what’s your point goblin”

When they got to school they all went their separate ways quickly, Roman giving Logan a brief hug before running off. Logan didn’t have to walk far to bump into his best friend Virgil and his significant other Patton. He glanced briefly at the chain around Patton’s neck and smiled seeing they were using their pronoun necklace. He laced his hand with Patton’s, bringing it up to place a kiss on it then went back to idly swinging. He let out a soft complement for Patton’s dress then started chatting with his two friends about last nights assignments.

Remus on the other hand found his friends still stalling in the parking lot, waiting for him. He wandered over with a grin on his face, glancing as Damián leaned on his motorcycle while talking to Remy. When he was close enough, Damián, Remy, and his brother Toby all gave him a smile. Damian threw out a bland shallow insult then kicked Remy before urging all of them to follow him to class.

Roman had to trek across campus to meet up with his friends. He had made a b-line to the drama room, grinning wide as he saw his favorite people doing one thing or another on stage. He saw Valerie swaying around mid-stage with a broom, singing quietly in a voice that was beyond rehearsed, Joan, who was fidgeting with some of the wires on the walls, their SO Talyn sitting nearby and humming a tune, and he saw Terrance, standing on some of the set pieces, fixing up other pieces, all while singing wonderfully to one of the songs from the upcoming musical.

He climbed up the stage offering hellos to everyone and making his way to the ladder center stage, climbing up to adjust the cording for the hook that hung there for a yet to be finished prop. After fully fixing it, he descended and went to the prop corner where all the props, finished or not, sat. He grabbed the giant moon and three different cans of paint and his personal paintbrush set and started coating the crescent with the scattered look of craters with the occasional splash of pure white accenting the light blues and grays and the dark blacks that formed shadows. After about 10 minutes, he heard the backstage door clatter open and he smiled. He turned his head with the rest of them, their eyes all landing on Mr. Sanders who had two drink holders and a donut crate. He smiled back and lifted his arms carefully. Then set everything down on the table near the door.

“coffee and donuts anyone?”

Everyone walked over in time, to grab their coffee and their donut, knowing exactly which one was theirs before walking over. When Roman finally got up from his project and got his, he grabbed the one in the holder with nothing else, separate due to its contents, and grabbed the Boston crème donut. He took a taste of his drink and smiled; Starbucks had some amazing hot chocolate. He sat back down next to his project and set down his drink, quickly snatching up the blow-dryer to speed up the paints setting process.

The five of them were always there in the mornings, they were in fact, trusted with their own sets of keys for the theater and the smaller classroom adjacent. Well technically 4, as Talyn wasn’t actually in the class, but they were consistently there, and was always helping when they could spare the time. They helped before and after school, and they held lunch meetings every day, which would eventually devolve from Important Drama Class Discussion to gossip circle. They would pop by in between classes to see if they could help, they would create sets like magic, not there the day before and completed by the end of the next, they were the committee that helped Mr. Sanders choose the musical for the quarter, they helped grade, they did everything a TA did and more without being asked and without having a TA credit.

The four students all took at least two different classes with Mr. sanders and also had leading roles in their departments. Roman and Joan both lead tech, Joan being the stage manager and Roman being the assistant stage manager, and Valerie and Terrance would aid there if they didn’t always have a spot in the musical productions. Most of the time the two of them would sit and run lines for hours at a times, and often Mr. sanders would join them, taking the parts of the other characters they weren’t playing. They had a class with just the four of them, and then Valerie and Terrance had an acting specific class, where Joan and Roman shared a technical class as well as a stage prep class.

Roman didn’t know how the others had time to do all of it, since they all had super intense classes outside of theatre and jobs on top of it all. He didn’t have a job, he had accelerated in middle school, so he was two years ahead in English and math, and a completed second language course, and he had finished his last math credit the year before, leaving him with world history, biology, and a senior level English course, he also had a dance class, but nobody was going to talk about that. He wore a face mask in that class and had the teacher call him a different name because he was embarrassed about it. He was sure if anyone saw him doing ballet that his life would be over. Not even his brothers knew, his moms did though, and they were very supportive. That was completely irrelevant.

The others had just left to help Thomas-Mr. sanders! Get something from his car, leaving him to his devices. He stood up, hot chocolate in one hand, a broom in the other and he started to sing to himself, dancing about the stage with eyes closed in bliss.

“Babe, there’s something tragic about you Something so magic about you Don’t you agree? Babe, there’s something lonesome about you Something so wholesome about you Get closer to me No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony No ‘who cares’, no vacant stares, no time for me”

While he sung, he spun around and around, oblivious to the world, even the loud clanking of the door opening. He got louder, more confidant, he leapt over the obstacles he knew were there, as if his eyes weren’t shut and he was aware. Valerie and Joan had pulled out their phones, quickly starting a video, not moving other than to let their teacher get a better look. Roman sung with a deep emotion and a vibrato deep in his chest, having perfect form in his singing as well as with his dancing. His falsetto rang out just as strong and he just continued to dance and sing.

“Honey, you’re familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door”

And then his eyes opened, and he was glad he had drained his cup because it flew out of his hands as did the broom as the calm bliss drained from his features and filled back up with panic and fear. He pressed to his chest, blindly checking for his book bag, backing up slowly before turning and leaping off the stage and running out the doors, the screams from his friends and teacher calling for him going silent in his ears as the only thing he heard was the blood pumping through his head. He hid in the bathroom stalls, sending a text to Logan.

‘Help help Logan I can’t breathe I’m in the bathroom next to the theater please I can’t I can’t breathe’ it had an immediate response, shorter than most his texts ever are, a simple ‘omw’ shot back seconds later, and within 5 minutes he heard the door open and Logan call his name. By then he had been chewing on his new necklace obsessively, and when Logan called for him, he scrambled up and out, throwing himself into his brothers’ arms. Logan held him protectively, calmly waiting for the sobs to quiet. Eventually they did and Logan pulled back to look at Roman properly. Roman’s hair looked stressed and messed up almost beyond repair and his beanie was pulled lower than normal. He frowned.

“Roman what happened?”

“it-its nothin, its real- it’s really dumb I should- I should just suck-suck it-suck it up, it doesn’t ma-matter I’m sorr- I’m sorry lo I just- I just-”

“Roman breathe. Breathe first. I’m sure its not dumb if it caused this ok? Just breathe and explain when you can.”

“o-okay. …they saw- they saw me singing. And-and dancing and I can’t believe I was so dumb to let them see how am I gonna face them now lo they’re gonna hate me!!!”

“hey. You’re making jumps in logic. I know you understand the connection, but I don’t okay? How are you getting from your friends seeing you singing to them hating you?”

“because! Because! Um… I-I don’t know, I just, I know they will!”

“Roman what you’re experiencing is a cognitive distortion. You’ve come to the conclusion that you singing will cause your friends to hate you, and I know from experience that if you had any real reason to believe that they would hate you over something this inconsequential you wouldn’t have befriended them. Have faith in them ro. Give them a chance to prove you wrong before deciding this.”

“… o-okay. Do you, do you really think they don’t hate me?”

“I don’t know your friends very well, but I highly doubt anyone would hate you for this. Now, when you’re ready, go back to them. I’m sure they’re worried about you.”

“yeah… yeah okay. Thank you, Logan, you’re a life saver”

“don’t mention it.”

Roman took a few more deep breaths and gave Logan one last hug before going back to the theatre room. He shyly opened the giant hall doors, feeling like an ant in the huge auditorium. The first face he saw when coming back in was Joan who was sitting on the edge of the stage on their phone, legs dangling off the end. They raised their head at the doors sound and brightened. They sat still however, and then came Mr. sanders. He had rushed forward and met him where he was with an outstretched arm and a smile on his face. Roman took his hand and let out a yelp as he was dragged forward. He couldn’t quite concentrate on what his teacher was saying but he knew he was smiling so he hoped it was good.

“-Roman can you sing what you were singing before for me again? Please?”

They were on the stage now, and Joan was nearby with a wide smile. He looked between them and Mr. sanders, and slowly and cautiously nodded. He began the song again, slowly, quietly, but by the time he was at the chorus he was belting out the lyrics once more. His chest felt light, like it was filled with helium and was floating away. His friends all stood grinning at him as he sung, and he was elated.

Imagine for a moment that this was a child’s cartoon, impossible wacky things happen to show emotion. If it were a tv show he would be flying, hair blowing around his head as he was fully submerged by the pure joy of singing. This isn’t a tv show however, and so its just a boy singing his heart out on stage. He wrapped up the song, shocked to see his teacher nearly bouncing from excitement.

“you’re our lead!!! You are a perfect cast!!! You have the perfect range and dance style and I haven’t seen you act but Roman you’re it!!! You’re what we’ve been looking for!!!”

“wh-what? No, I, I can’t do that! I couldn’t get on stage and perform like that!!! I-I didn’t even audition! You-you can’t just, just give me the part! Mr. sanders I’m honored but I can’t let you-”

“Roman, I know you can do it. Also, it’s quite exactly my job to give kids the parts they’ve earned, and that song was enough to see that you deserve that role. You can still say no I guess, but really Roman, I honestly believe you’re exactly the person I’ve been looking for this role. I would be forever grateful if you took me up on it.”

And what could he truly say to that? To his closest friends who looked so thrilled, so proud of him. He couldn’t say no, that would let them down. He looked up at his teacher, the man who would be his mentor for at least another two years after this one and said yes. He agreed and he was terrified. But, singing and dancing made him happy, so he doubted he would end up regretting it completely. He brought his chew necklace up, absently chewing as his peers and teacher cheered. He was going to… have a whole lot to explain to Logan and Remus. And mom and Mimi. That will be… fun.

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From Eden - Good Omens Music Video

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So this song is about someone who's in love with another who is unattainable. It's honestly a very sad song about pining and longing and suits Crowley because that's exactly what he's dealing with in the series.

I wanted to first break down the song and explain it as it was intended (at least as far as I see it) before I get to explaining why it fits Crowley and Aziraphale and why I used certain scenes with the lyrics. I’m going to use “him” and “her” just to make it easier to understand, but I don’t think it necessarily had to be about a man and a woman.

Babe There's something tragic about you Something so magic about you Don't you agree?

(Basically this guy is in love with someone, who's both tragic and beautiful.)

Babe There's something lonesome about you Something so wholesome about you Get closer to me

(This guy sees how lonely she is, he's lonely too. He sees what a wholesome person she is, is drawn to it, and wants her to get closer to him, wants to get closer to her. Wants to be in her company, etc)

No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony

(I feel this is him asking her not to do these things, but she does, and he wishes she wouldn't)

No 'who cares', no vacant stares

(Same as above)

no time for me

(And then the last bit takes a turn and it's where he comes out and says that she has no time for him and he's obviously sad about this)

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago

(He can relate to her, sees himself in her, from a time before)

Idealism sits in prison

(Idealism: the practice of forming or pursuing ideals, especially unrealistically. Basically saying that he fantasizes about being with her, and maybe she does too, but they can't act on it. So it sits in prison)

chivalry fell on its sword

(Chivalry: courteous behavior, especially that of a man toward women. Basically this guy is thoughtful and attentive and considerate toward her, but it does nothing for him anyway. It fell on its sword - bit him in the arse, so to speak)

Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know

(this part isn't made entirely clear right away, but we later find out in the song that this guy and the woman he loves are having an affair. I feel this is what he was referring to when he said the innocence dies screaming, because she is being unfaithful to her other man. And he is familiar with this loss of innocence, maybe because he's cheating too, or there could be some other reason - perhaps he just feels that he is generally a sinful person)

I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

(He sees himself as sinful and wrong. He slithered to her from Eden, just to sit outside her door, just to waiting for her to love him)

Babe, there's something wretched about this

(the affair, cheating)

Something so precious about this

(he loves her all the same, she's beautiful to him)

Oh what a sin

(self explanatory)

To the strand a picnic plan for you and me

(to the strand, I saw that as meaning it's a strand from the rope that's in hand, which is mentioned below. Basically they have a plan to go on a picnic and it's adding to the strands of this rope)

A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree

(Basically, the other man knowing she's cheating on him with this guy. What would happen if he did know, which in a literal sense would be hanging himself, but could also be metaphorical for just being distraught)

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago

Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

(same as above)

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to hide outside your door

(same as above)

So now that I explained what the song was intended to mean, I can take it and explain how it fits with Crowley and his relationship with Aziraphale.

Babe - “Didn't you have a flaming sword?" There's something tragic about you - "I gave it away", "You WHAT?" "I gave it away!" Something so magic about you - *Crowley staring in awe* Don't you agree? - "I do hope I didn't do the wrong thing", "Oh, you're an angel, I don't think you can do the wrong thing", "Oh thank you, it's been bothering me"

(For this part, I wanted to show how Aziraphale is indeed a bit tragic. He's so worried about doing the wrong thing, he's quite pitiful. And despite all this, he DOES do the things Heaven doesn't want of him, and Crowley loves that part of Aziraphale. I feel because he's able to relate to it, and he sees that Aziraphale is not your regular angel, that he's different, like him. Doesn't really fit it.)

Babe There's something lonesome about you - *comes into Globe Theater, Aziraphale smiles* Something so wholesome about you - *smiles at Crowley for the Hamlet miracle* Get closer to me - *Crowley coming closer (wall of Eden)*

(Aziraphale is lonely, I think it's clear that Crowley is the one who excites him, his one true partner through the centuries. He's always very happy to see him when he comes around. I used the smile he makes at the Globe Theater because you can see so very clearly how pleased he is to see Crowley, and it's for no reason other than that he enjoys his company. Crowley’s not there to save him or anything, he’s just THERE, according to Aziraphale. Aziraphale also has this wholesomeness to him - I mean obviously, he's an angel. And the way he smiles at Crowley is nothing but wholesome. He lights up entirely.)

No tired sighs - *that sigh during the globe theater scene* no rolling eyes - "oh, good lord" no irony - "get thee behind me foul fiend"

(Irony is basically when someone says one thing but means the opposite, which is exactly what Aziraphale did when he told Crowley to "get behind him" and referred to him as a "foul fiend". Just after, he then tells him "after you!")

No 'who cares' - "heaven will win, it’s going to be rather lovely"

(When Aziraphale acts like he doesn't care about the end of the world which would ultimately be the end of he and Crowley's relationship because they'd be separated, both going back to their sides, Heaven and Hell)

no vacant stares - staring ahead

(on bench, won’t look at Crowley)

no time for me - *leaving (during knight scene), Crowley upset*

(Aziraphale rejecting his offer of the arrangement, turning and leaving)

Honey, you're familiar

(Aziraphale is familiar to Crowley, he's what he is, just the opposite. They're in the same position just on opposing sides. I felt showing their wings would be good way to emphasize that.)

like my mirror years ago - Standing on wall of eden

(This is obvious. Crowley used to be an angel, years ago. I also threw in David Tennant as King Richard because he looks like an angel there and somewhat similar to Crowley, I thought it'd be fun to do a cross-fade with that)

Idealism sits in prison - "I’ll give you a lift, anywhere you want to go"

(Crowley wants to take Aziraphale somewhere, to spend time together, but Aziraphale won't allow it.)

chivalry fell on its sword - "you go too fast for me, Crowley"

(Despite his offering to drop him off, being chivalrous, Aziraphale only declines.)

Innocence died screaming - "I’ll be damned"

(I thought this scene was perfect. Aziraphale's fallen for Crowley, quite some time ago. And you can see how excited he is about the two of them being Godfathers. And not only did he just give in to Crowley's plan, to stop Armageddon, which is against what Heaven wants, but he comes out and says "I'll be damned" which works nicely with the lyrics.)

honey, ask me I should know - "not so bad once you get used to it", Aziraphale's loses smile.

(Crowley's already fallen)

I slithered here from Eden - *slithering*

just to sit outside your door - *Aziraphale won't agree with Crowley. Zoom out, them on wall of Eden*

(Not only is he literally slithering to Aziraphale from Eden, being the serpent who tempted Eve, but this is also metaphorical. Aziraphale won't agree with Crowley, he won't let him in, so to speak. He is rejecting Crowley in so many ways, and so Crowley is forced to either wait or just deal with the fact that Aziraphale won't give in. Just to wait outside his door, perhaps you could even say this "door" is Aziraphale's "walls". Fitting that we see the wall of Eden in this case.)

Babe there's something wretched about this - "It's over"

(Instead of using the "cheating" idea for this part, I used the whole, Aziraphale refusing to give in, idea. And breaking up with Crowley. That really was wretched.)

Something so precious about this - *blowing away stain, Aziraphale smiles*

(Self explanatory)

Oh what a sin - *watches after Aziraphale*

(Crowley's always sinning, but I was thinking more of Aziraphale during this scene, because he's the one that's not supposed to, but he is. He's in love with a demon, there's nothing more sinful, according to Heaven.)

To the strand a picnic plan for you and me - "one day we could, I don't know. Go for a picnic, dine at the Ritz"

(Literal. Couldn't be more perfect. You know a song's right for the pairing when there are lyrics and scenes that fit together like this.)

A rope in hand - Aziraphale handing over holy water

for your other man to hang from a tree - Gabriel looking at proof of their meet up

(Heaven is basically what Aziraphale is cheating on with Crowley. It's always stood for that in the series, subtextually. So of course I showed Aziraphale handing over the Holy Water that he stole from Heaven, and Gabriel finding out Aziraphale and Crowley have been meeting up and have a thing.)

Honey, you're familiar - going to heaven/hell through escalators

(Again, shows that they are the same, as is common with all opposites. It's how yin and yang works. Two sides of the same coin. A coin, but different sides of that coin. Opposites are never really different, they're actually exactly the same, just one's on THIS side and one's on THAT side.)

like my mirror years ago - "You were an angel once", "that was a long time ago"

(This song is literally perfect for them)

Idealism sits in prison - "we're hereditary enemies!"

(Aziraphale continues to reject Crowley)

chivalry fell on its sword - *handing over books* "How long have we been friends?" "Friends? We're not friends!"

(He always does things for Aziraphale. He's not only saved Aziraphale, but he's saved his books as well, and after all of this, all the favors, Aziraphale only denies that they're friends. Chivalry fell on its sword, indeed.)

Innocence died screaming - *Aziraphale in trouble with angels*

(Aziraphale 'cheating' on Heaven with Crowley, is the reason his innocence dies. He's at risk of falling because of his 'affair' with Crowley. This was the theme throughout the series, and in the original script, there was going to be a scene where he's falling for Crowley and there are some neon signs behind him, looking like a halo, that's flickering on and off. As he falls, he FALLS. I love how they did that. Falling in love with Crowley means falling from Heaven.)

honey, ask me I should know - "I didn't mean to fall"

(He's already fallen - could say from Heaven and for Aziraphale, as well)

I slithered here from Eden, just to sit outside your door - waiting outside of bookshop "well that was a thing"

(Couldn't be a better scene, especially considering in the book, it says that Crowley suddenly ‘’felt very alone’’. And he's also literally waiting outside his door, after Aziraphale basically told him to leave. I don't think Crowley had intended to leave, he got out of his car for a reason. I think he'd planned on going inside with Aziraphale up until the angel made clear that he wanted him to go.)

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago - "we have a lot in common, you and me", "I don't know. We may have started off as angels, but YOU are fallen."

(So perfect. This shows us that Crowley feels he and Aziraphale are similar. Familiar. Like his mirror years ago, both started off as angels. This also shows us that Aziraphale is still rejecting Crowley.)

Idealism sits in prison - "We can go off together!", "we are an angel and a demon!" bandstand scene

(Crowley wants to run away with Aziraphale. That's the idealism. Aziraphale refuses, that's why it sits in prison.)

chivalry fell on it's sword - "We have nothing what so ever in common, I don't even like you!" "You do!"

(Crowley offers to take Aziraphale away with him, only for Aziraphale to say he doesn't even like him.)

Innocence died screaming - Aziraphale watching Crowley after he saved books

(This scene was also meant to be one that signifies Aziraphale's falling. There's a poster based on the scene, where the wings of the burning bird are placed perfectly behind Aziraphale, to make it look like his wings are on fire. AKA he's falling. And then the books are in the middle of them, and Crowley's off to the side. His falling in love with Crowley is his falling from Heaven, same idea.)

honey, ask me I should know - "I only ever asked questions!"

(same as before)

I slithered here from Eden - driving to bookshop

just to hide outside your door - puts on his sunglasses outside of bookshop

(I wanted to kill everyone, so I had Crowley "slithering from Eden" [driving to Aziraphale's burning bookshop], just to "hide outside his door" [put his glasses on, trying to be cool, trying to hide from what he's feeling, outside the bookshop once he's left and thinks Aziraphale is dead. In the book script, it's actually written that he was trying to hide from his feelings and trying to stay cool about the whole thing, in typical Crowley fashion]).

And I ended it with him talking about his being a demon, not meaning to fall, because his being a demon is the main reason why he and Aziraphale couldn't be together in the first place and also why he probably thinks Aziraphale was killed (for meeting up with him in secret, which they wouldn't have had to do if they were both still angels and wouldn't have been an issue if he hadn't fallen. I don't think a lot of people realized that the reason Crowley brings up his fall after something bad happens with he and Aziraphale is because he believes that's the REASON for it; his being a demon, his falling. If he were still an angel, it'd not been an issue.

It's not a music video that I felt should end happily, because the song doesn't end happily. It's a sad song. Like I said, it's about wanting someone you can't have.

But it ends just before Aziraphale returns to Crowley, which is really the moment that everything gets better.

When I made this, I had to take some clips and remove the music from them, which ended up distorting the dialogue somewhat, but you can still hear what they're saying for the most part. I also had some scenes that couldn't be edited very well, so I had to leave them, and then I couldn't put the music too low or too high for certain bits. It was tough to get that audio where it is, hopefully it won't be too distracting.

I saw that a few other people made music videos for this song and this pairing but I wanted to have my own shot at it. Enjoy!

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