#les paul house of sound

[jakeyt]

Something

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!Reader

Summary: On a rainy day, Jake's Les Paul gives you an idea.

Word Count: 6.7k+

Warnings: fluff <3; cursing; sexually explicit content (18+, MINORS DNI); light dom/sub; oral sex (m + f receiving); unprotected penetrative sex

a/n: so, i was watching gvf's pinkpop performance of wod/highway tune yesterday (my personal fav) . . .and i got a filthy idea. i couldn't get it out of my head, so 6,700+ words later, here we are. this is the first smut i'm putting on here, so i'm admittedly very nervous. 🥲

if there is some possible way you haven't heard 'something' by the beatles, i would give it a listen while you read :)

thank you to @joshym for always proofreading/editing. ily <3

i hope this filth is received kindly lmao <3

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Something

It was a lazy morning in the middle of spring. The flowers that you were watering right outside your home were in full bloom. The sight made you happy, and the strumming on the guitar that you heard through the open window made your heart flutter. A small smile was fitted to your face.

Life couldn’t get any better. 

The guys were on a slight break from their recent touring, giving you ample time with your boyfriend, Jake. 

You missed him terribly when he was gone on tour. Though, you had decided years ago when you’d started dating, that you didn’t want to live your life only to follow him along wherever he went. You wanted him to have his own time. Time to himself, with his brothers, to live out his passion. And had made the decision for yourself, too — you couldn’t abandon your own life plans like that.

You had dreamt forever of being a teacher, and you loved your students too much to leave them behind. And Jake loved that about you. He wanted you to be able to have the career you’d wanted for so long, just as he had his. His appreciation for your career only encouraged you more to stay behind and do what you loved. 

But these moments? You wished life was different. You wished you were living in a timeline where the two of you could always be together. 

The sounds he made while playing his guitar soothed you. He was playing some of your shared favorites on his guitar, making butterflies erupt. He knew how much music meant to you, just as it did him.

He loved that you two shared the understanding that there was intimacy like no other in music. These melodies you heard made it so clear that he was communicating to you through the melodies. Different tunes took you through untouchable moments in time. Moments the two of you had so sweetly shared. 

The thunder that rolled in the clouds above you shook you slightly from your love-struck thoughts. You peeked up to see the sky. In your daze, clouds had started to gather above. When you’d come out an hour or so ago, the sky was mostly blue, only a few clouds littering. 

The rain started coming quicker than you could cooperate with. You ran to the spout to turn off the hose water, and as you turned it off, you realized you left the hose itself draped across the lawn. 

Dammit. Now you’d have to go back around the house to gather it all up. You wished you had grabbed it when you came to the spout. As you smashed your feet though the grass that only seemed to continually grow wetter and wetter by the stomp, you turned the corner to come back to the front of your house. 

You had no choice but to halt your steps, colliding with a hard chest. You almost slipped in the wet grass. You looked up to the person in front of you, already knowing it was Jake. 

Your eyebrows scrunched. “Go back in! You’re going to get wet,” your voice elevated as the rain seemed to start coming down even harder. 

You were already completely drenched, your hair heavy on your head, just as the clothes on your body. You watched him bite his lip. Hooded eyes scanned over you, stopping at your tank top, where your nipples were completely hardened underneath.

He blinked away the lust in his eyes and got back to the topic at hand.

“Babe,” his voice was also loud. “I’m already soaked,” he laughed, looking down to his partially-open button down. The rain was creating perfect droplets on his tanned chest. One of his toned pecs flexed slightly at the feeling of it. Your thighs tightened at the sight of it, a jolt at your core. “Just go inside, let me finish this.” 

You then looked down to where his hand had moved slightly and noticed the hose was in his grip. Tears then grew in your eyes at the sentiment. 

“Jake,” your tone was one of complete adoration, for more reasons than one. 

He was already wrapping the hose around his arm. He had a small smile on his face when he repeated, “Go. Inside.”

Your cheeks flushed and your bare feet shuffled to move past him, slipping slightly in the grass. From behind you, you heard him shout, “Baby, please be careful!” 

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You continued to heed his advice and moved with balanced steps on the hardwood floors of your home. The soles of your feet were daring to slip. 

You glimpsed the living room. You saw how he’d laid his acoustic guitar on the chair. It was odd to find it out of its case, or away from a stand. He’d obviously put it  down in a rush to help you as soon as the rain had started. 

Your heart springed in your chest, just thinking of the way he was. 

You were moving to put the guitar in its case or on the stand, when the sounds of your wet clothing made you think better of it. 

You were sloshing and dripping everywhere you went. You could hear your clothes and the slaps of the water falling to meet the floor. It wouldn’t be much of a repayment for you to soak one of his prized possessions, now would it? 

You decided to continue on to the master bathroom. Your skin was beginning to crawl at the feeling of your sticky clothing and heavy hair. 

You flipped on the shower and as it seemed to instantly fog the bathroom (yay, warm water), you hastily stripped your shorts and tank top.

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A while later, you were drying your hair in the bedroom and he was taking his shower in the master bath. 

Once your hair was dry enough for your liking, you rolled the cord around the base of the dryer and put it away. 

You rolled the sleeves to the sweatshirt you’d chosen to wear. You were now at a loss for what to do on a rainy day. 

You sat on your shared bed. Your eyes traveled around the bedroom. Then, they landed on his worn red Les Paul, sitting so prettily on the stand. 

Suddenly, an idea entered your mind that you simply couldn’t shake. Your cheeks flushed at the thought.

A sly smirk graced your features, and you had to cross your legs at the thoughts you were having. 

You suddenly knew exactly how you wanted to spend your rainy day. 

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You waited a while to bring the idea up to Jake. You thought it would entice him, but bringing up new ideas for the bedroom could be slightly daunting to you. 

You knew he loved everything you’d thought to do up until this point, but this one involved his first love. You were intimidated to bring his Les Paul into the bedroom, but you just had to try what was now settling in your mind. 

You hoped he’d be okay with it. 

A movie was rolling on in the background as the two of you sat, curled up on the couch. The rain still pitter-pattered against the roof and windows. You were so comfortable, legs strewn over him, one of his hands going back and forth between your thighs, massaging the tops of them.  

Your hand played in his long hair. Jake was scrolling through Pinterest, scheming what he wanted to make for dinner. His lips smooshed together and shifted back and forth as he pondered. 

The way he expertly rubbed your thighs, the fullness of his pink lips, and the mustache that sat on his upper lip was making your tummy do somersaults. 

These simple things, along with your guitar thoughts, had your core quivering for more.  

It was now or never. 

“So, babe,” you halted your movements in his hair. Your hands came to rest in your blanket-covered lap. 

You connected eyes with him, and his lips pouted, “Why’d you stop?” 

You sighed, moving your legs so that you were sitting criss-cross underneath the blanket. When you moved, his hand had fallen from your legs. His bottom lip jutted out even further. 

“Jake,” you started again, fiddling with a loose blanket thread. “How would you— I was thinking—,” you huffed. Just spit it out. “Would you be okay with—. Ugh.” 

“Sweetie,” he laid a hand on your thigh again, giving it a reassuring squeeze. His phone clicked off, and he scooted up from his spot, turning to look at you directly. “It’s just me.”

You looked in his eyes. “Earlier, I thought of something,” you turned your body to face him more. “A new idea for the bedroom.”

His eyes blinked at the subject. “Oh, yeah?” His lips quirked. “You know I’m always down for new ideas.” 

You grew some confidence at him reminding you of what you already knew about him. “You know how music is so important to us both,” he nodded, a sweet grin gracing his full lips at the fact. “Well, I was thinking . . .how would you feel about playing your guitar?” His eyes were questioning. You continued, “While I. . . While I blow you?” 

He started coughing on a breath he drew. You looked up to see his eyes watering as he struggled to breathe. You patted at his back. The smallest tear escaped his eye and he got up from the couch. 

You followed him to the kitchen where he opened the fridge door and grabbed a bottle of water. 

He took a long swig from the bottle. And when he released one more cough after that drink, he took another. 

He came towards you, meeting you at the island in the middle of the kitchen, eyes still watering. “I’m sorry, that was just—.” He shook his head, “It was just.”

You stepped back, nerves creeping all over again. “Oh,” You cast your eyes downward. “Okay. I totally get it. That’s why I didn’t want to bring it up. I know that involving the guitar probably wasn’t the best ide—.”

You felt his hands grip your shoulders, your head coming up. You blinked at him. “Baby,” he gave a huff of a laugh. “That is the complete opposite of how I feel about the idea. I think it’s a fucking brilliant idea.”

Your eyes grew bigger. You stepped closer to him, “Really?”

“Sweetie,” his eyes were soft again, consoling your fading worries. “The woman I love most sucking my dick while I play the guitar?” He draped his arms around your waist, bringing your front to his. You could feel a familiar hardness against your hip.

“There’s some rules, though,” you let the feeling pressed to your hip encourage you further, pushing into it. He groaned at the move. “You would have to play a song of my choosing,” you paused. “One you know, of course. But. . .,” You looped your arms around his neck. “If you mess up —if one chord is even slightly off . . . I'll stop.”

His cock pulsed against you. “Holy shit,” he breathed. 

He scooped his hands underneath your ass and sat you on top of the island. His voice was low and sultry when he said, “Am I totally naked while I’m playing?” 

You hadn’t even thought of how naked he’d be behind the instrument. You felt your shorts get wet at the thought, having spared your underwear after the shower.

“Oh yeah,” your tone dripped with lust. You laced your legs around his waist, bringing him as close as he could come to you. “And you have to play it laying on your back. In this plan, we’ll be on the bed.”

“Sounds like a good challenge,” he smirked. Then, he seriously asked. “Electric or acoustic?”

“Electric.”

His brown irises were the darkest you’d seen them in a long time. Your skin heated at his look. You didn’t have time to think as he dove in and crashed his lips to yours. Your pussy flexed at the action. 

The urgency behind his kiss caused you to fly straight back. Your shoulders would have hit the counter hard if he hadn’t strategically placed his arms to be a cushion for your back. 

He dipped his tongue between your lips, and massaged your own tongue with his. He licked at every part of your mouth, wanting to taste you. You could only hope you tasted as good as he did. He tasted like his minty fresh toothpaste. Any time Jake showered, even if it was mid-day or late at night, he brushed his teeth. It was almost like a ritual for him. You loved his attention to hygiene.

He took his mouth from yours and started kissing a wet trail down your neck. He licked a trail from your collarbone all the way to your jawline and you lustily whined for the duration of the action. 

“My love,” he said into your ear. He then went behind your ear and nipped at the sensitive skin. “I want to hear you as much as I can. Be loud.”

He then completely abandoned your upper half, your legs falling from his hips. He knelt in front of you to rip away your sweatshorts. 

You felt his warm breath against your thigh, in contrast to the open air hitting your naked center. He hotly said, “No underwear?”

“Nope. It didn’t align with my plan.”

“You would be correct, sweet girl,” his breath was soothing steam against your sticky heat. His hands grabbed the undersides of your thighs, kneading the flesh. 

And then you felt his tongue go completely flat at your slit. He licked a precise stripe up the center of your folds. From the very bottom of your pussy to right above your clit, he’d added a healthy amount of wetness. 

You groaned, earning you a few more expert slides of his tongue, back and forth over the same area he’d treated before. Though, the more he went, the sloppier they got. It always went this way: the wetter and louder you were, the less meticulous he became. 

He couldn’t ever seem to concentrate, with how your sounds and reactions affected him. He always said that the way you reacted to sex sent shockwaves to his mind. Nothing else could make him go so wild.

Hence the fun of your idea.

He gripped your thighs, bringing them down closer to him. And before you knew it, he was balancing your bare legs on his shoulders, standing up with his arms wrapped around your back. He was keeping you steady as he moved you both to the bedroom. 

His mouth didn’t leave your heat for even a second. 

The trek wasn’t long, or else you’d have been out of sorts worried about causing his shoulders and back irreparable damage.

And he didn’t give you much time to think as he placed your backside delicately on the bed, sitting up. He rose from how he’d had to kneel to sit you down, opting to strip you of your oversized sweatshirt. 

Your breasts immediately flared with goosebumps at the change in temperature. The cool air forced your nipples into even harder peaks. The way he was looking at them made your cheeks warm. 

“I just love your fucking body,” he knelt down in front of where you sat and held a breast in each hand. He massaged the flesh. The rough tips of his fingers that accompanied the gentle, knowing touch elicited a moan out of you. 

He grinned, then rubbed his thumbs over your sensitive nipples. “You like the way I touch them, huh, baby?” 

He flicked his eyes up to yours and winked. He knew how much you loved the stimulation of your breasts. You threw your head back when he licked his way around your right nipple and then sucked it into his mouth. You couldn’t help it. You had to look down to see him work his mouth over you. 

Watching his mouth work tirelessly at your nipple made you buck your hips up with want for more. 

And somehow the desperate action made you remember the objective at hand. As much as you wished for him to continue, you pushed Jake back by his shoulders. You weren’t supposed to be the vulnerable one. 

His eyes were equal with desire and disappointment at the loss of contact with your body. 

“No, Jake,” you firmly stated. You stood up on shaky legs, moving around him. “The objective is not me. It’s about you, your Les Paul, and your dick in my mouth.”

He eyed you from his place, still on the floor. But you could see the slight twitch in his flannel pajama pants. “But I wanted you to feel pleasure, too, baby.”

You bent on a shaky knee to meet him, “Sweetie, making you happy will bring me pleasure.” 

His eyebrows dipped. “But you won’t—.”

You came up from your knee. You gazed down at him, then held a finger up. “Stop. I’m in charge.”

He looked your entire figure up and down and then raised his eyebrow at you, “Yes ma’am.”

He stood up, coming close to you, though you held a hand up for him to not come too close. It might have looked like you were doing it out of dominance, but you were really doing it to keep him far enough away that roles wouldn’t reverse. He held so much sex in his pinky alone, and you wanted the upper hand.

“If you pass the test, we have sex. And for me, having you inside of me is what gets me off best,” you lifted his self-cropped gray t-shirt over his head. His silver pendant necklace connected with his tanned skin. You were stern with him and placed your hands on his chest, “That’s why it’s imperative you don’t falter.”

You traveled down to the waist of his pants and hooked your fingers into the waistband, slowly dragged them down.

His thick length sprang up as soon as the pants moved past it. The sight of the glistening pre-cum at his smooth, pink tip made your mouth water. 

You were glad to see he wasn’t wearing underwear. Around the house, he rarely wore underwear if he was in comfy clothes. 

You stayed where you were, appreciating just how neatly groomed he always was. You hadn’t forgotten how attentive he was to it, but seeing it again? It made your stomach flame up.

His cock pulsed as you looked at it. You felt your own arousal father at the sight.

“Oh, Jakey,” you cupped his sac, holding it softly in one hand. You were not going to touch his cock yet. He’d have to wait. He whimpered at the feeling of your hand, playing with his balls. “You like that, baby?”

You looked up from where you had kneeled in front of him, his eyes were clamped shut. His head was thrown back, per usual at your attention to his lower region. He hummed an agreeing response. 

“No, no,” you took your hand away. “This is practice time, baby. Rehearsal,” you skated your hands over his bare thighs as you lifted up to stand with him. “If you can’t even keep it together when I’m holding your balls. . .I’m worried about how you’re going to do when my mouth is doing the work.” 

He blinked his eyes at you a few times. His eyebrows turned in, he pleaded. “Babe, I’ll do better,” he leaned in and gave you a small kiss. He brushed your hair behind your ear. “Please?”

Your stomach fluttered at his devotion to the task. “Go get your guitar,” you gave the order, trying to keep your voice steady. 

He walked over to the guitar that stayed on the stand in your room when he was home. It was the older of the two of his nearly-twin guitars. His original. He picked it up, then balanced it on the bed. 

“If I don’t fix this, she’s going to be on top of my dick,” he nodded at his guitar. Then he looked at you and lifted one thick brow. “And that’s where you need to be.”

He then made quick work of adjusting the strap to where the body of the instrument would sit against his stomach rather than where it usually rested. 

He looped the strap over his head when he finished. The sight was unusual. You’d never seen the Les Paul rest so high on his body. 

He looked down, wrapped his hand around the neck and looked at you. His mouth lifted with a laugh, “This feels weird as fuck.”

You giggled with him, “Yeah, it’s definitely more ‘Lennon-esque’,” you swayed your hips as you walked towards him. “But you still make it look so sexy.” 

You gave him one chaste kiss on the lips, taking only a minute to deepen it. When you pulled back, his lips were plump and looked so ready to be kissed again. But you denied the urge. You were ready to test the idea. 

“Go plug in to the amp and lie down,” You wanted to be firm with him. Be in control. “I still have to tell you the song.”

He turned and picked up the small amp that stayed in the room. Once he had it situated at his side of the bed, he plugged his guitar into it. The sound of the feedback as it got plugged in made you push your thighs together. You saw him move his arm and strum a few chords from the back, his naked ass flexing slightly while he geared up the guitar. 

It was a sight. It looked almost like normal. Almost how he always looked when he checked the sound of the instrument . . .though this time, clothes were exempt. You were glad this scene was for your eyes only. You didn’t ever want to share this version of him tuning it up with anyone else.

Once he felt it was good to go, he laid (mostly) down. He situated a couple of pillows behind his head to give him some sort of leverage. 

When he’d gotten situated, you admired the sight. His guitar was laying across his body, while his erection was still fully present. The way it stood at attention in the air, the worn red body of the guitar right next to it . . . It was something so pornographic. You wanted the image sealed in your mind forever.

“I’m going to be honest,” you spoke, tearing your eyes away from him, wanting to keep some sort of composure. You walked to the Amazon Alexa you kept in the bedroom. “I couldn’t choose one song. So, I just went with a random one I’ve been wanting to hear you play again. It’s been a while.” 

He blanched at that. “It’s been awhile?!” He sounded worried. “I kind of want to stand a chance at passing this little test of yours, sweetie.” 

You raised a brow at him.

“Jacob Thomas, you can hear a song once and instantly know how to play it,” you checked to make sure the speaker was plugged in. “It’s not going to be a big deal for you. You know it. Don’t stress.”

“I don’t want to mess up and make you stop,” his eyes glazed over. “I love the way your mouth feels too much to lose it. I wanna be good for you, baby.”

Your clit fluttered at that. He wanted to be good for you. 

“Then be a good boy and tune your guitar again. You don’t want to know the consequences if it’s even slightly out of tune,” you turned on the lamp at his bedside, the dark room needed some sort of light. Daytime was fading, rain still ticking against the window. “Don’t worry about the song until it starts playing.”

He went about his tuning and mid-strum, he suddenly questioned, “Why are you making Alexa play the song if I’m going to be the one actually playing it?” 

“The speaker will help to keep me aware of any possible mistakes,” you tapped it and then pointed at your mouth. “I’m going to be a little preoccupied to only rely on memory. My brain goes a little fuzzy when I. . .”

He swallowed thickly, blinked a couple times and nodded. “Makes sense.”

 You watched him go along with his tuning and decided to have another little practice. You sauntered over to him, and sat down on the edge of the bed, next to his leg.

He didn’t look up from what he was doing until he heard you spit in your hand. 

You placed your wet hand around his thick shaft, you gave it a couple of pumps. You looked him in the eyes, testing him. He knew if he stopped doing what he’d been doing that you would stop. He knew exactly what this was. And he wasn’t going to mess it up like he had before. 

You let your slick thumb rub in the crease at the base of his pretty pink head. You then took the precum from before (and the extra that had gathered since), and rubbed it from the slit of the head all the way around the head. 

You glanced up to see his face and the sight was beautiful. There was already a slight sheen of sweat forming at his hairline. He was working so hard for you. And then—.

There was one slight twang of a string. You took your hand away. 

He moaned. “You can’t. . .it was just a little—.”

“Gotta do better next time, baby,” you got up from your spot. “Is the guitar about ready?”

He gave the smallest glare. Then he reached up, using the back of his hand to wipe at his forehead. He placed his fingers on the correct frets and played the beginning of ‘Highway Tune’ to test out the sound.

His face was concentrated, looking down to see his fingers go. You watched, too. And besides his fingers going crazy, the music was obviously flawless. Holy shit. You weren’t sure you were going to survive this. You were sweating, flushed, and your thighs felt wet from being clenched around your core.

What were you going to do if you got distracted by him and stopped going when he was doing perfectly fine? You would lose all of your high-standing in the situation and you’d simply look like a loser.

The competitive streak suddenly came to life inside your chest. Your heart started beating so fast.

Or, you noticed how fast your heart had been beating all along. 

“Okay, stop,” you said firmly. “You miss one little strum, even the smallest string of a note, I stop. Got it?”

His brown eyes were unaware of your inner conflict and were doe-like as he nodded to agree. He wanted to be good.

“Alexa, play—.”

“Wait,” his voice was frantic. “Is it the entire guitar part or just a solo I’m playing?”

Before you spoke, Alexa’s monotone voice did. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

You rolled your eyes at the device. “Alexa, stop,” you surveyed him. You hadn’t thought so specifically. So, you thought on the spot. “Anytime you hear a guitar playing, you play.”

“Rhythm or lead?”

Damn, good questions. These were things you really hadn’t thought of initially. You‘d just thought of the grand scheme. And, while you both loved music, he was the guitar player. It technically was his job to help remind you of these things. You would be lying if you said it wasn’t slightly embarrassing in this situation.

But, you kept your cool. You tried not to think of the little holes you’d left in the plan. 

“Lead.”

He nodded, then cast his gaze down to look upon his guitar. His fingers tapped against the body, waiting patiently. And, like a pro, his tanned cock continued to stand at attention. 

“Be ready,” you warned. He visibly gulped. You made your way to the bed, combing a hand through the front of your hair, tucking a piece behind your ear. “Alexa,” you situated yourself between his legs, ass in the air. You knew your body drove him crazy, so you’d use it. “Play ‘Something’ by The Beatles.”

You let the sexy act go, and peeked up at him. He was already gazing so lovingly towards you. You two lazed grins towards each other. As though you were sharing a secret.

Back when you’d started dating, this song seemed to play everywhere you two would go. And so, it had gotten deemed special for the two of you, by the two of you.

It was really silly, but you two had been kids then. Thinking up something for everything.

“Playing ‘Something’ by The Beatles.”

While she repeated what you said, he placed his fingers in position. And without even knowing what it was supposed to look like, you knew he was right. You already felt a little wetness gather at your center, simply for how gifted and intellectual Jake was — especially with his craft. 

Right before it had begun, you sunk your mouth down over his tip. The taste of him was what your mind latched onto. He always tasted so sweet. You felt his body shiver. His legs shook on either side of you.

“Baby. . .” He sighed.

And when the guitar started, you closed your eyes to bask in the beautiful melodies Jake was already matching. He moaned and whined a few times here and there as you continued to flex your mouth over the top of him, but other than that, he was focused. He was magic.

You moved your mouth off of the top of him and then let your tongue lavish around the base of his cock. You licked it in long horizontal and vertical stripes, making a pattern of it. You occasionally went back to the top to give it proper attention. 

And once you’d made his skin glisten with the work of your mouth, you placed your hand on his base. Letting your hand do some work while you watched him play. 

The way his face would change as he played was so like the way it would on stage while playing, but this time, there were little whimpers that accompanied the faces he made. You knew the faces were not only meant for the guitar in this moment, he was reacting to you more than anything now. 

His fingers moved in precise motion, the veins in his hand showing as it flexed around the neck of the guitar. 

He still hadn’t missed a chord. Damn. As if you needed to be reminded of just how incredible Jake was. 

You licked around the slit at his tip and then licked in the crease just below the head, where your thumb had been earlier. You loved this spot on him, almost hidden between the head and length of him. 

You took the top half of him into your mouth, bobbing your head slowly up and down while also letting your tongue swirl in and around your favorite spot. 

You let extra saliva leak from your mouth, right before you hollowed your cheeks out. You then brought a hand to his shaft and stroked it liberally, grateful for the lubricant you’d provided. It was so slick to the touch, your hand glided perfectly. 

He breathed a combined whimper and moan when you added one more hand to the mix, grasping his balls. You rolled his sac in your hand. So fucking smooth.

You decided to massage his balls, giving them attention. With all of these actions combined, one chord stayed slightly longer than it should have. But you pretended not to notice. You were too engaged with your own activity at hand.

You started humming the melody as you swallowed as much of him as you could. He whined at the new vibrations that only added to the present pleasure.

Meanwhile, you generously stroked at him, but added just the slightest squeeze. His hips bucked as both of your hands continued their work, while your mouth sucked at him. You tightened your jaw and your lips went taut as you gave him one especially tight suck. 

Your mouth sounded like a little ‘pop!’ as you came off of his tip.

His breath seethed through his teeth. But he was a natural born rockstar, and played seamlessly through the hurdles thrown his way during a performance. The current hurdles being your mouth and hands.

The guitar solo was close. You couldn’t lose focus before then and you had to do your part to keep him steady. You had to stay consistent in your movements to keep his stamina going.

You grasped at his shaft, but realized it was becoming dry. So, right before it was time for the solo to start, you brought your head up. 

You gathered as much saliva as you could, and made sudden eye contact with him as you spit (drooled) it all onto his throbbing length.

Your center was aching.

His mouth fell open and you kept your eyes on his as the solo began and you moved your mouth around him. Your hand moved in the places your mouth couldn’t quite reach. Your movements went along to the rhythm of the music. You knew it like the back of your hand, making it one big—.

And his finger slipped off the string, right at the end of the solo. 

You sat up, deciding that was a big enough error to hold to your word. 

But, his eyes held such disappointment and guilt and longing . . . You felt for him. He never stopped playing, even as you stopped your efforts. He kept going. 

He’d also made it through almost the entire song, holding up his end of the plan so damn well. 

And his cock was just so pretty, standing up straight, waiting for more. 

You realized you just couldn’t hold to your word like you’d wanted to. 

Though, you did give his thigh a hard smack, and bit down on the flesh right on the inside of his thigh. So close to his most sensitive area.

“Shit,” he hissed through his teeth. “Won’t do it again,” he continued to play relentlessly. “Just so hot, babe.”

The flawless music he continued to make rushed through your ears. You knew the song was almost over, so you looped one of your legs around one of his. You moved it between your thighs to be in the right spot for satisfying friction and grinded down on it hard. 

“Oh,” his mouth was held in an ‘o’ shape at the feeling of you, wetting his leg with your arousal. It was the same big ‘o’ his mouth tended to make during a normal guitar solo. 

Fitting.

“You like that, baby?” 

His eyebrows drew together, nodding. 

You hadn’t taken the time until that moment to realize how sweaty he’d become. His forehead glistened, as did his nose and chest. The sweat dripped down from the middle of his pecs to the top of his tummy. 

Your mouth watered. 

His eyes stayed glued to the guitar, focus driven. His fingers moved expertly along the strings, finishing the song as if he had helped George Harrison write the song himself. 

You finally stopped your movements, wanting to admire the man beneath you. 

But he didn’t give you much time.

As carefully as he could manage, Jake slipped through the strap of the guitar, depositing it against the bedside table. And as soon as he was free of the constrictions from the instrument and your game, he took his control back. 

And you gladly let him. Almost.

He grabbed your ass, still sitting atop his thigh. But you moved his hands to resituate yourself. You climbed off of him, only to slip your legs to be knelt on either side of his abdomen. 

But Jake wrapped his arm around your waist and switched positions before you could even breathe. He wanted you below him. His chest was heaving as his swollen cock rested on your upper thigh.

Before anything else transpired, he got down on his forearms. He nudged your nose with his affectionately and captured your lips in a full kiss. There was barely any tongue, but his plush lips latched securely with yours. Puzzle pieces. 

“I love you,” he whispered when he pulled away. 

“I love you,” you sighed back to him. 

He ran his throbbing cock through your folds. Your body vibrated at the feeling. Then, he took it away. 

Sparing no time, he pushed in, sinking into you. Another puzzle piece.

Having just gotten him back from tour, you were still readjusting to the feeling of his girth. But when he started moving, home was found and you moved your hips in time with his. 

You knew neither of you were going to last long, but making love seemed priority to you both.

“Not a complicated song,” he huffed between thrusts. “But dammit if it was the most diffi—,” he slammed hard, making you both grunt at the motion. “. . .Most difficult with you doing all of that.”

You blushed, looking up to him. He was looking down to where your bodies were connecting. “Mission accomplished.”

He snapped his eyes back to you, “Mission enjoyed.” He winked at you, a suggestive smirk marking his lips. 

There wasn’t any more talking as he rounded his hips a few more times. He never let himself fully leave your center, obviously wanting to drive you to the edge.

It wouldn’t be hard. 

One, being Jake Kiszka’s girlfriend, was a constant loop of being on edge for the man. And two, with everything that you’d taken part in together that day, you’d been ready to release for a while. But this was the moment you’d wanted most. 

You’d wanted it with him. This connection. It was arguably what you missed most while he was away. These intimate moments, wrapped in time, for only you both. 

His hair was so long, it draped around your head like a curtain. You felt every single inch of him as he bucked into you, hearing the sounds your bodies made together. 

You moaned outright, “Jake,” your voice was husky. Your pussy clenched. You felt it coming.     

“Fuck, baby. I know,” his hips crashed to meet yours, the tip of him connecting to your g-spot.  

You whined loud, letting out gasps of encouragement and his name. 

Finally, your eyes met his, deep brown, and you held contact like that. You felt the entire world in his eyes. You lifted one hand to wrap at the base of his neck, under his hair, and left one to rest on his shoulder blade. His skin was completely tacky with sweat. Your bodies were vigorously moving to meet each other now. 

He stuck his thumb in his mouth, completely wetting it. And then, he slipped a hand between you, rubbing gentle circles on, around, and underneath your throbbing bud. 

After a few uneven thrusts, his body started to falter more in its ministrations. 

“I’m—,” he started. 

“Me too,” you gasped. 

His thrusts still guided you, and his thumb nudged just right against you. Everything you felt and saw was him. You shuddered as you hit your peak, your body stiffening. You threw your head back against the pillows. Your core was throbbing at the sensations. 

Then, he pushed in one more time, his sticky stomach meeting yours. He whimpered, and you could feel him spill inside of you. All of him. 

He stayed where he was for a second, his dick still pulsating inside of your walls. 

Then, he slipped out of you, going quickly to get a towel to clean the mess he’d helped to create. Once you were cleaned up, he laid his head to your chest, totally spent. 

His breath was warm against your breast. You combed your hand through his now-knotted hair. This was right.

You gazed down at him, his long hair swept across your stomach. Your heart pressed to your chest. You missed him.

When summer came and school let out, you would have to rethink not joining him on tour. You couldn’t take being away from him for so long. These moments were everything. 

“What do you think about joining the guys and me this summer, hm?” His fingers were tracing shapes into your hip. 

You grinned, braiding a few pieces of his hair when you responded, “You know, I just might have to.”

#jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka fic #greta van fleet fic #jake kiszka fan fic #gvf fic #jake kiszka #jake fic #my fics

[deebeeus]

Well, it has been a while since I have had one of these in the house!

Just in time for #GibSunday, my buddy @tomgibson3783 goes and loans me his spectacular new 2014 #Gibson#LesPaul#R9. As if things couldn't get more exciting at Casa DeeBeeUs™ this weekend! 😆

This one has everything I want in a Les Paul burst reissue. It is lightweight (in the low 8 lb zone) and has a full, but not fat neck (like the fat necks on R7s, for example), and for me, the finish has the perfect blend of warm yellows, reds, and browns. The other thing I love about it is that it has grain and flame, but unlike a lot of the OTT tops these days, the flame is quite subtle. I find this one looks very "real". Oh and the action is super low and it sounds amazing too!

Great acquisition Tom! It may be from the Gibson's "pre-Agnesi" dark age era, but it's a keeper! 😉

#guitar #guitars #guitarphotography #gibson #electricguitar #nikon #gibson les paul #les paul #les paul r9 #r9 #gibson custom #custom shop

[slexenskee]

Ru-kun’s Excessive Guitar Collection

Fell down a rabbit hole debating what guitar Ru-kun plays and decided there was no reason to narrow it down to one lol. Also he’s totally the type to just have way more guitars (and shoes) then he could possibly ever use and should totally have one of those epic guitar walls whenever he gets around to making that recording room.

Squier Contemporary Jaguar HH ST Electric Guitar (Sky Burst Metallic): His first guitar. He bought it as a teenager living in Endeavor’s house to a) make noise and piss his father off and b) because he really liked the color. It’s still his favorite. He played it in his junior-high garage band Band Aids. Fans saw a bit of it during the first few years of No Scrubs’ live shows, back when they still played in tiny dive bars and Ru-kun was so close you could touch him 😭. It makes fans very nostalgic whenever they catch sight of it. 

Fender American Ultra Stratocaster Electric Guitar (Arctic Pearl): Another guitar he bought because it was very pretty (let’s be real, that’s the reason he bought all of them). Achieved critical acclaim as a fan favorite when Ken-chan grabbed it out of his hands on stage and threatened to beat a belligerent drunk out of the venue with it. She was talked out of it after Ru-kun said she’d have to pay for a new one if she busted it over some guy’s head. 

Gibson Les Paul Traditional Pro V Flame Top Electric Guitar (Blueberry Burst): Super glossy beautiful guitar with a great sound. Recorded the albums Thanks I Hate it Here and Good News for People Who Love Bad News with this guitar. He also gives it away in MDNSY Ch 39 to Shouto, who treasures this beauty as it deserves, even if he really doesn’t know how to play it all that well. 

Gretsch “Stump-O-Matic” Electromatic Electric Guitar (White): He really likes to play this one during live shows, very versatile and unfussy. Played it all throughout the ‘Scrubs Unite’ tour and eventually gives it away to Izuku in MDNSY Ch 38(?) and reclaims it briefly in FLW Ch 29 to play Say It Ain’t So. 

Gibson Lzzy Hale Signature Explorerbird Electric Guitar (Cardinal Red): His guitar for the “I’m never going to Hosu again” show Makoto dragged them all to during their hiatus in MDNSY Ch 15, aka the guitar he serenaded Tensei with 🤣 Also recorded Glass Onion Heart on this guitar, bc I love the idea of him playing Misery Business on this baby. He also posed for his magazine cover for Sound & Sundry in FLW Ch 20 with this guitar. 

D’Angelico Premier Series Gramercy LS Acoustic Guitar (Matte Sky Burst): I call this the Limitless guitar cause it’s just the perfect color to match his eyes lol. He went out and bought this just to record the acoustic album Tensei guilt-tripped him into making, Don’t You Know Who I (Think) I Am. Also serenaded Hawks with it during the No Scrubs radio interview with Present Mic in FLW Chapter 23. 

Fender American Pro II Stratocaster Electric Guitar (Miami Blue): Very cool vintage blue guitar he recorded Death Before Decaf on, bc I love the very neon 90′s era look and I love the idea of him playing Nirvana/Weezer/3EB tributes (even if no one knows they’re tributes) on it even more. It’s also Yui’s favorite guitar, for obvious reasons. Did he buy it because he knows it’s her favorite color? Probably. He already promised he’d never sell off his collection (gifting them is another story) but he especially promised not to part with this one. It’s a legacy guitar that’s going to end up in the hands of someone special someday (aka Eri lol)

Fender H.E.R Stratocaster (Chrome Glow): I have been told rather reliably by the mysteriously large amount of friends I have in indie bands that there’s no such thing as too many guitars, and on a related note, no such thing as too many Stratocasters. I am obsessed with H.E.R’s stratocaster and I can 100% envision it being custom made by Fender for Ru-Kun once No Scrubs reaches the international critical acclaim they deserve. He names it Infinity, and records the album Infinity on High with it. In recorded performances for the album he alternates between this one and the Gibson Explorerbird. 

Duesenberg USA Starplayer Electric Guitar (Crimson Red): Yet another stunning guitar with a very vintage vibe. I was so torn on whether I liked the black one or the red one more bc both are so beautiful. Let’s be real he probably buys both but plays the red one live just because it’s pretty and shiny and red always reminds him of Hawks’s wings ♡ Records the May Death Never Stop You album on this baby, and plays the tour of the same name. Also the guitar 

Taylor 614ce Special-Edition Grand Auditorium Acoustic-Electric Guitar: Has a lot of Feelings™ and goes out and drops 3k on this baby just because it reminds him of Hawks and that’s got him feeling a way and records his second acoustic album with it. He absolutely plays a lot of Anti-Hero on it, just bc the brand name lol 

#fic may death never stop you #I spent way too much time on this tbh #but they're sooo pretty #mdnsy FAQ

[littlemisslipbalm]

You're My Best Friend

Jake Kiszka x Fem!Reader

Summary: When your best friend Jake asks you to watch his cats and apartment for him, memories of your time spent together in his home come to mind. When he comes home, things are the same yet also completely different.

Enjoy!!! Also pls let me know what you think...through reblogs or messages to me. I love to talk about my little stories, it means so much to me. Also I'm already thinking about a part 2 w smut so if that sounds like something you'd be interested in lmk.

Word Count: 8.2k Warnings: swearing, cats, a little angst over money, slow burn, besties to lovers, Jake being just a regular dude (my favorite)

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Being best friends with Jake Kiszka was a lot of fun. Good music, good alcohol and good times were all things Y/N enjoyed with him. It wasn’t like she didn’t have a life when Jake wasn’t around, she had other friends and plenty of interests that didn’t involve him. But the thing was that for the past two and a half years, Jake had been around. 

The pandemic had kept him in Nashville by her side rather than touring the world. Because of the pandemic, it also meant everyone was limited from seeing people. Not being able to see anyone besides his brothers led Jake to seek comfort in something else. And as much as he loved hanging out with Y/N, he could only see her every so often. Much to his brothers and her confusion, he decided to adopt some furry friends. 

Jake had called her up and said, “Which do you think cats prefer, fish treats or shrimp treats?” 

“Shrimp are better,” She replied easily. “But why?” 

“Ok, shrimp. Oh…I have become a father.” He said easily. 

“Jake, what the fuck are you talking about?” 

“You’ll see, come over later, shrimp.” He finished and then hung up. From that moment forward, Jake had found a new nickname for his best friend.

When Y/N showed up at his apartment later, she saw what he had been talking about. Two cats. One was an older blonde mancoon mix. The other was a younger, maybe just a year old, black long haired cat. Pretentiously named ‘Falcor’ and ‘Onyx’ but actually called ‘Cheese’ and ‘Hot Dog’. Jake spoiled them with treats and learned all of their idiosyncrasies over the next six months. As much as she liked cats, Y/N honestly didn’t spend all that much time with them. Before long the world was back in a place where the band could tour and naturally music was Jake’s first love and the cats couldn’t exactly jetset with him. 

This was the first time Jake had asked his best friend to do more than just water a few of his plants while he was gone. And even that she felt like she was a little out of practice with. Still, watching cats was a lot more than going over to his place every day for half an hour to water the plants. This required her to stay at Jake’s place. 

Jake walked her through the cats’ entire spiel, but still the first day left Y/N confused and worried about how she would perform as their caregiver. She tried her best to make them happy, feeding them the shrimp treats and turning on the shower faucet so that Cheese could drink water the way Jake said he liked. 

Jake asked her to send as many pictures as she thought was best, so she sent multiple videos and pictures a day, hoping they’d give him some joy while stuck inside planes and buses. Still, a lot of her day was relatively empty. It left her to explore Jake’s apartment. She’d been there hundreds if not thousands of times. It was, by all accounts, extremely Jake. 

The walls were a nice off white and delicately and tastefully decorated with art that was dark and interesting along with a few band posters that were signed and framed. House plants littered a bookshelf that received plenty of sunlight from the large windows at the front of his second story place. A blue rug spanned across the living room. 

There was a room with a door Jake kept shut from the cats. His music room. One Les Paul hung left behind on the wall next to his first ever acoustic that his dad had given him. Various awards were placed lovingly across a vanity and a futon was in there if Jake ever had a guest. 

Despite the futon, Jake had insisted that she sleep in his bed while he was away. 

“You can use my bed,” He said off-handedly as he gestured to his bedroom. 

“Not the futon?” 

“Why would you sleep on the futon when the bed is open and perfectly and completely comfortable, shrimp?” 

She wasn’t really against it, but it felt weird to be sleeping in Jake’s bed for over a couple months. “It’s your bed.” 

“And? You’ve slept in it before, shrimp, now it’s just gonna be without me. The boys like sleeping in it when someone’s in there, too.” 

She smiled tightly, finding no way to refuse, not really knowing why she would refuse anyway. “’Kay. Me and the boys’ll keep it warm for ya’.” 

Jake had grinned at her with his sparkling brown eyes and thrown his arms around her in a squeezing hug. “Miss you already,” He mumbled into her ear before making kissy noises to the two furballs lurking in the hallway before walking out the door. 

On some occasions she’d wander into the music room to take the acoustic down from the wall. She’d take a seat on the futon and check the tuning of it. When Jake learned that his best friend knew how to play guitar – barely, as she always said – but didn’t tune by ear, he scoffed and insisted that he teach her. 

He also thought capos were the devil, but she refused to acquiesce to his music snobbery and brought one of her own. She placed it against the third fret and began to strum at the strings. They weren’t new, but they also weren’t terribly old, she could feel them against her fingers. Jake must have restrung them within the past three months. 

Thinking about Jake, playing his beloved guitar in his music room made her fingers twitch into a familiar pattern. The first song Jake had also insisted that she learn, four years ago. She told him she mostly just played old country songs her grandfather used to play for her as a child. While Jake had genuinely smiled and silently admired her playing, he had also ribbed her for being a country bumpkin and insisted she learn something not so boring. She had rolled her eyes and reminded him that he was from a smaller town than she was. 

“You gotta learn something more upbeat. Get the blood pumping.” He elbowed her playfully and carefully shoved his guitar into her lap. 

“What song?” 

Jake shook his head, instead instructing her on which chords to play. “Strum an F major 7, C, good. G. Just repeat that five times.” 

He nodded his head as she strummed and listened to his words. Every so often she looked between the neck where her fingers played a little clumsily and Jake’s face. His lips quirked in an encouraging smile as he raised his brows at her, wanting her to continue. 

“Okay now A minor. Then back to C, and G.” He pauses when she fumbles the chords. “Repeat through A minor and then a Dsus 2.” 

She went through the chords, slowing as it becomes more complicated and then pausing completely when she gets to the Dsus chord. She felt embarrassed, her face flushing. At the time, Jake was already a good friend, but it was still relatively early in their friendship. They’d only known each other for a year. She still got overwhelmed by his famous musician energy, as well as his sheer undeniable talent. It was hard to ignore in a situation like this. 

“I don’t, um,” She took a breath, eyes fluttering down at the guitar where her fingers hovered, confused. “I don’t know that one. I just know the basics, I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry,” Jake smiled quickly, immediately remembering when he was an initial learner and dialing back his instruction. Less demanding and more explanation. “Here,” He offered, scooting closer on his futon, bumping their knees together when he reached his left hand to cover hers. 

His body had angled to almost envelop hers so that he could comfortably have his hand over hers on the neck. He moved her fingers into the correct pattern to create the chord. It wasn’t all that complicated in truth, but something new was always daunting simply because it was previously unknown. 

She glanced at his face for confirmation that she had gotten it correct after experimentally strumming the chord. His hand still encassed hers as he smiled back at her. He had taken a breath through his nose and she remembered it hitting her cheek, warming her further. The strands of his hair had been falling in front of his face, almost tickling her as well. He had been so warm and soft against her before returning to his more respectfully distanced seat a few inches away. 

He murmured a few more repeat chords and she followed his guidance before he made her start over. As she strummed more assuredly, Jake began to sing softly and the song became clear to her. A grin spread across her lips as she looked over at her friend singing one of his favorite songs as she strummed it, only fumbling a few of the chords. She laughed when it happened, no longer taking the playing too seriously. Jake giggled along with her while singing the words, causing them to grin at one another.  

“I should’ve known it was Jumper,” She said after they finished. “You’re such a Third Eye Blind junkie, so predictable, Jacob.” 

Jake shook his head in slight embarrassment, “What can I say? They just speak to my emo soul.” 

Now she was alone on the futon, working through the chords. Smiling down at the frets, she sang the words softly, wishing it was Jake’s pretty voice instead of hers. 

A lot of the days she lounged in Jake’s bed, luxuriating in the fluffy expensive comforter Jake had bought to cover his bed. He had an uncharacteristic amount of pillows. Six for one man, she thought it was absurd until she slept there for two weeks and found it unbelievably comfortable. He was a genius, she thought and let him know over text with a picture of the two cats curled against her neck and her stomach while she laid in his bed. 

Jake responded almost immediately with a request to facetime. I miss my boys, he texted. Need some boy time. She giggled to herself, looking down unattractively at her screen, before pressing the facetime call, adjusting the camera angle and immediately fussing with her hair a little bit in the camera. 

It connects and before she knows it, Jake’s face is appearing on her screen. He looks to be seated on a couch with a window behind him, the scenes moving quickly behind him. He was on the tour bus, hair messily braided and eyes looking tired but delighted at his own screen. His face looked tanner than the last time she’d seen him in person, a mustache and a little goatee trying to take residence on his face. The little hoops Jake had gotten when she had gone to the piercing and tattoo parlor with him a few days before he left were on display and made her smile at the memory. 

“Hey rockstar, your boys miss you,” She pans the camera to show Cheese who was still against her sternum. The blonde cat nuzzled his head at her attention and writhed onto his back, somehow knowing to make a show of it for Jake. 

Jake laughs happily and greets Cheese before Y/N brings it back to her face, making sure to keep Hot Dog in frame. She brings the camera closer to the black cat who was sleepily cuddled against her shoulder. He chirps at Jake in the screen, causing Jake to coo childishly. His best friend laughs and shakes her head at him, returning once more to the original framing of the video. 

“There’s your boys, your children,” She smiles. “How are the other boys, your brothers?” 

Jake flicks a falling strand of hair out of his face and looks to his right, before looking back at the screen. “You know, never a dull moment on the road.” He rolls his eyes and she gives him a knowing look. Two weeks and already they were getting on each other’s nerves. It wasn’t unusual, but she always felt bad when Jake seemed clearly agitated. She made a note to send extra videos and pictures for the rest of the week and check in a little more often. 

She smiles back sympathetically and scratches at Hot Dog’s ears for Jake. 

“I see you made yourself comfortable, shrimp” He notes, changing the subject. 

“You said I could sleep in your bed,” She shrugs with her free shoulder, “And if I remember correctly, you actually insisted that I do.” 

Jake smirks before arching an eyebrow at her. “I was talking about my shirt that seems to have found its way onto your body.” 

She flushes and readjusts to a more seated position, changing the angle of the phone, attempting to distract Jake from her embarrassment. “Oh,” She laughed. “I ran out of sleep shirts and I’ve been too lazy to drive across town or do my own laundry. I didn’t think you’d mind…I’ll make sure to wash everything and put it back before you get home.” 

Jake laughs good-naturedly, biting his lip and pausing in thought for a moment. “Don’t worry about it. Looks better on you anyway,” He winks. 

“Save it for the paying customers, Jacob.” She rolls her eyes and shakes her head at his charms. 

He laughs it off and she lets him talk to his cats a little more before he mentions that he has to go. 

Later that day, as she’s making her lunch, she finds herself messing with the shirt. It was grey and a little distressed from constant wear. The neck was a little loose from Jake’s constant pulling and her fingers furthered it. She found herself holding it up to her nose for a moment as she stared into his quickly emptying fridge. Jake had also told her she could eat or drink anything he wanted and she was slowly but surely going through his stash. 

As she contemplated what to drink, she realized how weird it was that she was indulging in trying to smell Jake even when he was hundreds of miles away. She dropped the shirt quickly, as if anyone other than the two cats might see her, and grabbed a spindrift from the shelf. 

She poked around different crevices of Jake’s home that she normally didn’t get the chance to explore as she made herself more comfortable. One day while she’s waiting for Cheese to get his fill of faucet water, she’s mindlessly scavenging through the different toiletry shelves Jake had things bestowed upon. In his shower, there was a hanging plant, along with large bottles of shampoo, conditioner and a few various body soaps and scrubs. Jake was almost cat-like in how he groomed himself so intensely yet remained looking untouched.

The shower curtain was childish with cartoon sharks and other fish in pirate outfits pictured beside ships and treasure chests, all deep blues and gold accents. She had giggled which turned into hysterical laughter the first time Jake had her over and she’d gone to use the restroom. Now she found it endearing and sweet that he hadn’t changed it for the past three years. A bathroom should be fun, he stated when she questioned his choice. 

On a wooden tower beside the shower lived more toiletries. Her hands drifted over them tactilely as she inspected each of them, having grown bored of the television show she had been binging on Jake’s huge tv. It wasn’t like she’d never seen It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia before either, it was just a good comfort show that she could half watch with the cats. 

Nothing caught her eye until an amber liquid filled glass bottle came into view on the bottom shelf. It was full and its delicate bottle had a vine etched on its front. She uncapped it and sniffed the bottle that was nondescript until the scent hit her nose. It was Jake’s everyday cologne. She was familiar with it and as it filled her senses, she realized it must be his extra. His other undoubtedly on the tour bus with him right now. 

She sniffed it again, eyes slipping shut as she pictured Jake applying the cologne in this very bathroom. Uncapping the bottle before spritzing it once against his extended neck, the sensitive skin that stretched over his adam’s apple, his head tilted back as he stared at himself in the mirror, and then once to his left wrist, placing the bottle down to rub it against his right. 

She remembered when she had walked in on him once when they were getting ready to go to a pregame of some party the band was invited to. His hair was already perfectly disheveled. She knew that secretly Jake spent almost as much time on his hair as his twin in hopes that it looked like he’d never touched it at all and it just fell the way he wanted it to. 

When she walked into the bathroom with her mascara wand already out and needing the better lighting in this mirror, she half expected Jake to be messing with his hair. She had been wrong. He was in the middle of spritzing himself and the room smelled overwhelmingly of Jake, warm amber, woodsy tobacco and smoked whiskey. Usually there was some eucalyptus mixed in from his shampoo or body wash, she wasn’t sure, but the fresh cologne overpowered it and she was taken aback. The smell and the sight of his tilted head, almost like how he held it in posed pictures, but a little further. 

Jake’s eyes flitted from their intent place on his reflection to his best friend in the doorway, her eyes traveling from his neck down his chest where stray droplets fell and disappeared into his golden soft skin. 

“Yes?” He questioned with a raise of his eyebrow, finishing spritzing his left wrist and rubbing them together casually . 

Her lips pursed as she met his eye before holding up the mascara, “I need better working conditions, Jacob. How am I supposed to be the dutiful side piece if I look like shit?” 

“You could never look like shit,” He side stepped to allow her some room in front of the mirror while recapping the cologne and placing it in its spot on the shelf. It was all very calm and natural, like they shared the space often. In reality, this had been one of her first times back at his place since he had gotten the cats. The first time it seemed okay to go out. “Plus, everyone is always looking at me, anyways,” He smirked. 

She laughed and swatted his covered bicep. “Then why do you drag me along?” She asked, looking in the mirror at her eyes, attempting to apply the lash slick mascara evenly. She even ignored the swish of a tail around her legs, despite the pull to pet whichever cat had just said hello to her. 

“Because you love it, free booze and food…Plus even the eye candy needs someone to look at.” He straightened his collar in the mirror before messing with it so that it wasn’t straight. 

“And you’re the eye candy?”

He chuckled and tilted his head down, causing some of his hair to fall in front of his face as he looked at her. “Duh.” 

She cackled, pulling out her dark lipstick now, still glancing at Jake through the mirror every other moment as she started to apply it. “It’s good you’re so confident.”

Jake tilted his head to the side, a half smile threatening on his lips, “What does that mean?” 

She finished applying the lipstick and retreated out of the bathroom. Jake repeated himself, “What does that mean?” 

The memory fades as she almost fumbles the cologne bottle after deciding it would be weird to even consider wearing Jake’s signature cologne. She puts on her big girl pants that day and does all of the laundry she had been putting off and runs out to the grocery store to restock the cupboards and fridge. 

She makes some trips home, hanging out in her own apartment every so often to keep it relatively maintained or stopping by to grab different clothes. It wasn’t that important, though, since she lived with a roommate. Other days she wanders around Jake’s neighborhood of Nashville. It had a few coffee shops, a record store, a music store, some artisan and boutique style shops and an amazing taco place they always went to together. 

The first time she and Jake went together was the day after his birthday. Hangover tacos were his last birthday wish and what kind of best friend would deny a battered, freshly turned 23 year old from greasy amazing tacos and the best horchata in all of Nashville. He’d ordered six tacos and managed to scarf down half of them before starting to not feel well again. She had brushed the hair out of his face and swept it into a low ponytail and pressed her horchata cup against his forehead. 

“You’re a real trooper, Jake. You’re the only person I’ve ever seen even attempt to get out of the house after how much you drank last night.” She rubbed soothing circles across his shoulders and then down his back before returning to the top and starting again. 

He looked a little sickly, but his eyes hadn’t lost their beautiful sparkle even after all the tiring festivities of the day before. “You’re my best friend,” He said her name, looking at her seriously. It was the first time he had called her his best friend. 

“And you’re mine, dude.” She smiled and gave him a side hug, his right arm had limply wrapped around her front as he leaned his head into her neck. That night they returned to Jake’s place, where he showered and then climbed into his bed beside his best friend, the pair curled up and exhausted before falling asleep in each other’s arms. 

While kicking it alone in Jake’s apartment, she feels close to him through not only the myriad of his possessions but also his responses to the videos and pictures she sends of the cats. Hot Dog had a cardboard scratching box setup that Jake had deemed his car because Hot Dog liked to ‘drive’ it. In reality, the black cat just sat in it and scratched but Jake found it hilarious. She sent him many videos and pictures of Hot Dog either hard at work in the car or simply asleep at the wheel. She woke up one day to it broken and Hot Dog laying in it, still looking pleased. The picture she sends Jake is accompanied with the text: “Like father like son. Hot Dog totaled the car.” Jake sent multiple texts of laughter and his memoji, with his big black hat included, crying. 

Hot Dog also strangely plays fetch so she sent a few videos of that phenomenon every so often. Jake hearts every single message. Cheese kept more to himself, but she would take pictures of him staring out the windows that held images of green leafed trees, creating a beautiful backdrop for the majestic golden mancoon. Those often had jokes including “When will my father return from war?” or “Why does father leave us to be with other pussies?” 

Jake laughed at each joke but shook his head at his best friend. “Why are my boys asking about other pussies? How do they even know about that, they’re much too young for all that?” 

She shrugs while trying to contain her own amusement, scratching between Hot Dog’s ears as they spoke over facetime. “I don’t know. Ask your sons. Honestly though, I get a bit of a gay vibe from Hot Dog. Or ace. I don’t think he’s interested in other pussies.” She tries to sound serious but Jake is grinning at the camera and so is she, until another voice chimes in. 

“What’s this about pussy?” 

She groans at the sound of the other Kiszka twin. She loved Josh, but he liked to comandeer any conversation he was privy to. 

“Go away, Josh,” Jake says. “I’m having my court mandated alone time with my boys.”

“Oh, is Y/N on the line? Hey mama! Finally telling the Cat Daddy about how your kitty–” An ‘oof’ is heard as the phone clatters to face the ceiling and then a squeak of a distant ‘sorry!’ 

The camera moves again and then Jake’s face is back in frame, staring at the screen intently, a light pink staining his cheeks now – out of exertion from kicking Josh’s ass or his own mild embarrassment, she didn’t know. “Sorry about Josh being Josh. As always.” His voice is lower now, speaking softer, making it more gravelly. 

She smiles sympathetically. “Don’t worry about it. I’m the one who brought up pussy, I should’ve known Josh is like a bloodhound with that kind of stuff.” 

Jake laughs genuinely at that and they stare at their screens for a little while longer, shooting the shit, making plans for when Jake gets back to Nashville. 

On the Saturday before Jake is set to come home, she gets tacos from their taco place and digs around Jake’s record collection before deciding on a classic that both of them loved. Deja vu by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young. She curls up on the couch with one cat, Hot Dog, laid out on her right and Cheese beneath it. It was his favorite spot besides sitting in the window. 

“Your dad’s comin’ home tomorrow, my dudes,” She talks to the cats as she eats. “Isn’t that great? I’m not gonna lie though, I kind of wish I could stay. I love you guys and this apartment, it’s bigger than mine. Plus way better roommates.” 

She rambles the night away. When she wakes, she tidies each of the rooms, putting away dishes she had left out, refolding the blanket on the back of the couch, remaking the bed. She showers, puts on real clothes today, rather than the usual sweats, and spends a little extra time to look presentable. Her reasoning is that she’s seeing a human she knows rather than just two cats. It has nothing to do with it specifically being Jake. 

He gets in in the late afternoon. She hears the key in the lock and her heart starts to beat a little faster. The cats can tell something is up when they notice her fidgeting, more on edge than any of the previous days spent by her side. She didn’t quite understand why she was so anxious to see Jake after two and a half months. Seeing each other over facetime wasn’t the same even if she told herself it was enough. 

She tries to play off the nerves by talking to the cats again, “Look who it is, Hot Dog, Cheese. Your long lost father!” 

The cats are elated when Jake gets through the door, weaving through their legs as she tries to be cool and just say a normal hello to him. The grin on Jake's face stops her in her tracks as he moves quickly down the hall after dropping his leather duffel by the door. His hat almost falls off his head as he wraps his arms around her in an intense hug. 

“Missed you guys so much,” He murmurs into the skin of her neck. “Missed you so much, shrimp.”  

She laughs, breathless and unable to form any coherent thought with Jake surrounding her, invading her senses. Any thought beside how wrong she had been. Jake’s cologne didn’t smell like Jake. Neither did his soaps and shampoos. Something was so uniquely Jake that changed his cologne when it was on him, same for the other products. He embodied them, making them more than they were, making them his. Kind of how he was making her his as he held her, changing her entire being with his presence.  

That was too much to say to a best friend she had just cat sat for. “How was it?” Would suffice. 

Jake holds on for a little longer, her arms having taken up residence around his shoulders and neck with his around her waist but clutched at the tops of her own shoulders. He takes a deep breath before pulling back. While looking down at her, he removed his hat and threw it through the doorway of his bedroom, landing it on his bed smoothly. 

She was silently impressed, but Jake’s smirk let her know he could see through her facade. She rolled her eyes at him and pushed away from his chest making him smile more sweetly. 

“Incredible as always,” He follows her into his living room to sit on the couch while they catch up, his tone giddy. The cats followed. “We even finished a bit of new music. But like always, I’m happy to have a break from it all. Ready to just soak in this life for a good while.” 

“Ready to be Jake Kiszka, cat dad, Criminal Minds aficionado and shrimp’s best friend, not Jake Kiszka, guitarist of Greta Van Fleet, rock god and panty dropper.” 

“Exactly,” Jake giggles, pulling at the hairtie keeping his hair pulled back, letting the brown locks loose. “Still panty dropper, though. I can’t just turn that off.” 

She nudges one of her feet that is on the couch against Jake’s thigh in chastisement. He moves his leg to press back at her and they stay connected as they regard each other. Hot Dog had followed them and was jumping up into Jake’s lap while Cheese was sauntering across the back of the couch, inspecting his freed hair. 

Jake feels his blonde cat’s presence and tilts his head back, allowing the large cat to sniff the top of his human’s scalp. Jake’s eyes slip shut at the sensation, the side of his lip quirking up. Hot Dog chirps while he pets him absently but carefully, between his ears, just like he liked it. She admires her friend basking in his pets’ love and attention. The reunion was quite cute and she wished it could be like this all the time. The four of them, happy and content. 

“Speaking of Criminal Minds,” Jake raises his head back up after a reasonable amount of comfortable silence, besides the black cat’s purring. “All I’m in the mood for is vegging out on this couch. Will you stay? We can order Thai?”  

“Eh, I’ve kind of had my fill of cats,” She says and watches as Jake’s eyes widen momentarily before he neutralizes his features and smiles, albeit a little sadly. She doesn’t even let him get a word in, placing a hand on his shoulder after brushing back a piece of his hair. “Kidding. Consider it your payment for the cat/plant/apartment-sitting.” 

Jake laughs, relieved before furrowing his brow and saying her name seriously. He rarely did that, over the last year she hadn’t heard him say it more than a handful of times. “I’m gonna pay you for the cat sitting.” 

She laughs awkwardly and removes her hand from him. “That’s not necessary.” 

“You stayed for two and a half months, caring for them every single day. Plus you did my laundry, watered the plants and who knows what else.” He pauses to glance around the room, waving his hand to the corner. “Reorganized my records and bookshelves since I’m lazy and don’t always put them back in alphabetical order.” 

“I lived in a nice apartment for two and a half months, ate the food there, enjoyed all the amenities and got to hang out with two cute furry friends whenever they wanted. The food and your company is payment enough.” She hated when Jake offered her money, even in this case where he really was paying her for a service. It still felt weird to take money from her best friend like this. 

“I insist,” He pushes. “You deserve it.” 

“Jake, seriously,” She huffs, standing to walk away from the couch. He follows quickly behind, the pair of them making their way into the kitchen. “I don’t want your money. It’s weird, this was just a favor for my best friend.” 

Her real life job was something that she didn’t feel particularly strong about anymore and since Covid she’d been able to do all her work remotely. All communication was online and she never had to go into an office again if she didn’t want to, so she’d been making her own money while at Jake’s place without him giving her his. 

He puts his hands to his hips as he watches her open his fridge and ignore him staring at her. He rolls his eyes when she still won’t look at him and instead pulls out a kombucha she had bought a few days ago and takes a long sip. Finally she meets his eyes after shutting the fridge and leans against the counter beside it, placing them on opposite corners of the room. 

“Fine, I won’t pay you for your service. I will simply pay you in Thai food and other take out until I deem fit. How’s that sound?” 

She smiles at his persistence. “And drinks for life,” She speaks over the lid of her drink, eyelashes fluttering as she looks up at him from her reclined position. 

Jake chuckles, elation spreading across his face, his tired eyes still bright despite everything. “That’s why you denied physical money. You’re an incredible con artist, shrimp. Guaranteeing libations for life. I respect it.” 

She laughs and walks out of the kitchen, Jake following behind like one of his cats following himself. “I imagine I’ll take care of your cats again in the near future and then you’ll try to pay me again. I’m trying to mitigate having this conversation over and over.” 

Jake ahh’s in understanding as the pair take their spots on the couch once more. She grabs the blanket while Jake grabs the remote, easily falling into routine. 

“There’s intricate levels to it all.” She muses, laying it flat against their bodies. Jake scoots closer so that the blanket can cover more of both of their pairs of legs. 

“You’re much smarter than me.” 

“Now that’s a compliment from sir Jacob Thomas Kiszka.” 

She leans into his side as he moves his arm out of the way and onto the back of the couch, allowing her to further lean against his warm chest. He chuckles offhandedly at the name she had used. 

“Call for Thai after the opening credis, yeah?” Jake asks as he mindlessly flicks through the streaming service to their favorite shared show. 

She nods against him, tickling him slightly, and hums her assent to his question. 

Jake calls for the takeout and she takes the time to change into sweats. In Jake’s room, the room that had been hers for a few months, but now was refilled with his presence, she looked at the hat on the bed. She left the door cracked, not on purpose but she also didn’t mind as she pulled the crop top from her body. She looked at her bag that was already zipped up, remembering she had neatly put everything away in preparation of leaving after Jake returned home. Her eyes cast around the room and landed on the pile of neatly folded shirts and sweatshirts of Jake’s she had worn during her stay and subsequently washed. Her hands plucked the grey shirt off of the top of the pile without thinking too hard about it as she slipped it over her head before realizing she also wanted to change her pants. Jake didn’t leave any sweatpants behind for her to mooch from, so unzipping her bag became necessary. She felt a little silly wearing Jake’s shirt now, but it wasn’t that weird so it was only a passing thought.  

For a brief moment, she is just in her red cotton panties and Jake’s stretched out t-shirt standing in Jake’s bedroom. The shirt was slightly cropped due to her breasts, leaving the lower part of her stomach, just below her belly button exposed. The hem in the back brushed at the red lace that ran around the band of the panties. The fabric of the sweatpants slipped up her legs just as Jake was walking up to the door to inform her of when the food would arrive. His eyes caught the flash of red lace disappearing beneath the brown cotton and it stopped him in his tracks. 

An audible gasp must be heard because she’s turned her head over her shoulder to look at him through the crack in the door as her hands are busy tying the tie on her sweatpants, cinching them to her waist. 

“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a girl’s panties before, Jacob.” She pushes the door open further and tilts her head to look up at him quizzically. 

His pinkened cheeks are delightfully youthful on his mature face, the mustache he’d been trying to grow a bit of a shadow on his face now. She smiles, pitying her best friend’s boyish response. 

“I’d be a liar if I said I hadn’t,” He tries to laugh it off, looking down at the floor for a moment, unsure why he felt so bashful about seeing her dressing. It wasn’t even like he’d seen her ass, just the top band of the panties as they were covered. “Just the red…didn’t know you wore red lace –” He cuts himself off, rubbing the back of his neck for a quick moment as she laughs at him. 

“God, you’re such a tween boy sometimes,” She pushes at his shoulder when she passes by him, leaving him leaning against his doorway, the information about the food forgotten on his lips momentarily.  

Jake gets the door when it rings with their food a reasonable 20 minutes later. He resumes his seat beside his best friend as she throws the blanket off of her, sitting up to look at the array of food Jake was setting out from the brown paper bag. The night is filled with laughter, tasty food and murder mysteries the pair could likely quote at this point, they’d seen all the episodes so many times together. 

“His favorite album is the White Album! That’s insane, I forgot. Jake, Hotch and I are literally soulmates.” She muses, staring at the screen with wide eyes and then looking at Jake. 

He laughs as a noodle falls from his chopstick just as it was about to enter his mouth and she grimaces at how adorably messy of an eater he was. There was a smudge of Pad Thai sauce on the corner of his lip and she didn’t have the heart to tell him, especially considering that it would reappear in the next five minutes. She just had to wait until they finished eating to assess the damage. 

“That’s why the fictional FBI man is your soulmate?” His tone was incredulous and amused. 

“Mhmm,” She nods in confirmation, taking a bite of her fresh roll and then humming in satisfaction at the taste. “Fuck that’s good.” 

Jake raises his left brow at her and watches her for a moment longer, in her own little world as she continues to chew on the roll of vegetables. Even eating in his frumpy tattered shirt and her sweatpants, with her feet tucked beneath her on the couch, he was unable to not be taken with her beauty. He was struck silent even more as he marveled at her like this than at the glance of her underwear. 

He knew his friend was beautiful, he’d seen people come and go in her life, attempting to hold her attention long enough to call it a relationship but they never lasted. He was pretty sure he knew why they didn’t last, they didn’t understand that while she was beautiful to look at, there was so much more beauty hidden inside of her head, inside of her heart. She was kind when she wanted to be, hilarious without even trying and wiser beyond her years. 

So it didn’t matter if she was stretching her arms above her head in a lacy panty and bra set or hunched over herself in old sweats, he found her transcendently breathtaking. As a friend. Friends knew each other’s worth, noticed the beauty in them, enjoyed their company. 

They binge-watched television until the cats began to chirp at Jake, imploring him to settle into bed so that they could then take up residence around him. 

“Got one last night in you?” Jake questions as they clean up the food and turn off the television. 

“Don’t you want your bed to yourself and the boys?” 

“Nah,” Jake shakes his head emphatically. “I’m tired of sleeping alone. Sleep better next to someone, I think. Stupid twin thing.” 

She cackles at his words, already beginning to prepare to sleep over. “You think your sleeping companions are a stand in for your insane identical twin brother? That is so freaky.” 

She hears Jake’s laughter from a room away, loud and clear. The joy is evident in the volume and she imagines his grin is taking up his entire face. She wished she could see it, even with her it was rare. 

She slips her bra from beneath Jake’s shirt and debates switching to her sleep shorts she thankfully had brought for lounging or sleeping in the sweats. Thinking about the space heater of a human that was going to be beside her, plus his two mini heaters of fur, she went to her zipped bag once more. Her hands rooted around the insides contents, cursing herself silently for not realizing she’d be staying over as she fucked up her nicely packed belongings. 

As if on cue, Jake finishes putting away the leftovers, dealing with utensils and shutting up his apartment just as she’s taking down her sweatpants. She takes them and throws them over her bag, before picking up her sleep shorts to do a quick change between her cheeky panties and the navy blue shorts with little bees on them. 

Jake’s already walking through the door not realizing her state of undress. She holds the shorts in front of herself slightly awkwardly and he stops when he realizes her legs are bare. 

“Sorry,” He says, a chuckle under his breath as he ducks his head and turns around. 

She rolls her eyes to herself and finishes changing. “I’m beginning to think you want to see me in my underwear with your timing.” 

Jake knows she’s done when she taps his shoulder. He turns and finds her seated at the edge of his bed, still in his shirt and the tiny blue shorts she had been holding to cover the lace red panties that Jake wasn’t mad about seeing again. 

She noticed the way his adam’s apple bobbed for a second as he swallowed and she tilted her head up at him in confusion. 

“You’d know if I wanted to see you in your underwear, shrimp.” His voice is almost hoarse as he speaks, lowering it to keep the rasp at bay. It sounds melancholy and she thinks it’s just because he’s tired and sad his touring is over but he’s also happy to be home. She thinks because of that she should probably ignore it and try to lighten the mood, keep the bit going.

She blinks up at him, voice a touch dreamy. “Would I?” 

Jake’s lips curl up in silent response and then he unbuttons the last two buttons on his shirt and pulls it casually from his body, all while staying in front of her. Then his hands go up to his hair, retying it into a messy ponytail. She frowns at how he had done it and sighs, laying on her back as he removes his pants, leaving him in his boxers, light blue and surprisingly crisp looking. 

“C’mon shrimp, brush your teeth or you’ll hate yourself in the morning.” 

She groans in response and sticks her right hand into the air, silently requesting for Jake to pull her up. He obliges quickly and carefully, pulling her to a complete stand directly in front of him. His strength was surprising and she steadied herself with her free hand against the lightly tanned skin of his chest. 

“You’re welcome, by the way.” He raises his eyebrows at her. Her eyes are wide as she regards his face right in front of hers. 

Jake feels her fingertips against his chest and the warmth is so welcome he doesn’t let go over her hand that he’s holding. They’re just stuck staring at each other, one step apart from being chest to chest. Her fingers flex into his skin, curling over his collarbone. 

A swish of a soft tail weaving between their legs sends them apart and allows for laughter to fill the room. She walks out of the room first and Jake mutters a quick ‘thanks Hot Dog’ at the cat who was hopping onto the bed and curling up at the foot of it. 

Jake finds his best friend sitting on the closed toilet seat, toothbrush between her teeth and his toothpaste left open on the sink. They brush their teeth in silence and he lets her wash her face before him, their nighttime routines coexisting in a perfect dance. 

Before she leaves the bathroom, she rests her head against his back for a moment, her temple against his spine. He pauses, his hands hovering in front of his face with suddsy water. 

“I’m happy you’re home. This place is meant to have you in it.” 

He tilts his head back, placing it atop hers in recognition of what she’s said. This was home. Not the apartment, persay, but with her by his side. 

She walks back to the bedroom because she knows that Jake’s nonverbal responses were sometimes the only response he gave. The cats were both thankfully at the foot of the bed so that she and Jake wouldn’t have to fight for space to sleep. She gets in on the left, where she had slept for the past two and a half months, knowing Jake preferred the right. 

Her knees are tucked up to her chest as she sits against the headboard when Jake walks into the room, flicking the main light off. It leaves them in complete darkness for a moment while Jake crosses to his nightstand and turns on the lamp. This causes him to disappear and then reappear right beside her which she finds only mildly disturbing, residual Criminal Minds thoughts swimming around her brain. 

Jake sits beside her, making no move to go to sleep. The room is quiet besides the occasional cat purring and it brings a contented smile to Jake’s face. 

“Shrimp,” he speaks up, turning his neck to look at her before sighing and saying her real name. “I don’t know if this is too much, but we’ve known each other for so long, I feel really awkward bringing it up.” 

“You can tell me anything, Jake. You’re my best friend,” She chuckles when she thinks something. “You know I’d help you bury a body wherever. No questions asked.” 

Jake mirrors her laughter, albeit a little more stilted. His hair is loose again and he runs a hand through it. He could never make up his mind about it. But he knew what he had decided about this. 

“It’s not a dead body…yet.” He takes a deep breath and takes her hand closest to him. Her breath catches at the move, so familiar yet different, the calluses of his fingers simultaneously smooth and rough. “I just thought a lot about it while I was on tour. You’re my best friend, too, if that wasn’t clear.” 

“You’re rambling, Jake.” She informs him gently, rubbing her fingers over the back of his hand that remained inhers. 

He flushes and she notices it on his chest before returning her gaze to his face.

“Sorry,” He replies but she smiles at him, communicating that it wasn’t something to be sorry for. “I’m just nervous. I really want to kiss you right now.” 

Her eyebrows raise in surprise but the expression is immediately replaced with joy. “Then kiss me.” 

“Really?” Jake’s eyebrows mirror hers from seconds before. She nods and then they’re meeting in the middle. 

Their intertwined hands don’t drop one another as they press against each other’s lips in a much overdue embrace. It’s soft and sweet, loving. Jake is tender and insistent upon her lips, nothing like she had ever imagined he would be with other partners. But this was Jake with her, his best friend. He was determined to take his time loving her. With every kiss, he was going to show her how beautiful he thought she was. He wanted to show her the beauty he saw in her.

She sighs against his mouth after a few minutes of the sweet yet passionate kisses. “Is this why you insisted I brush my teeth?” 

He giggles, uncharacteristically sweet, against her lips and presses another kiss in response. “Maybe.” 

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[bobawitch]

Love Story // Spencer Reid x French!Reader

Summary: french reader meets Reid and they become friends though both feel a strong pull towards the other. This is heavily based on the song Love Story by Indila.

A/N: OMG another oneshot, ik, i legit said i'm not the oneshot type and here i am. i really appreciate the kind words on my last one shot and I hope people like this one too!! This is around end of season 9 reid.

warnings: none!

word count: 948

You had moved to the states around a year ago, gotten yourself a sturdy job at a cafe/bookstore. You frequented any other bookstores along with the flower shops that reminded you of the quaint streets of Bezier. Your first home, nothing had driven you out in a rush but you always wanted to see the world. You had just bought a new book and were now looking at the flower shop nearby. That’s where he saw you, you were holding a rose and had the book in your free hand. You caught his attention immediately but it would be a few more weeks before he ever spoke to you.

L'âme en peine

Il vit mais parle à peine

Il attend devant cette photo d'antan

Derek had been teasing the guy endlessly for weeks now, Blake always telling the older man to leave Spence alone but honestly Reid didn’t mind it that much. He knew he was being irrational but something about you encapsulated the man. He greatly enjoyed when he’d go in for coffee and you’d be reading a book he liked. He couldn’t get you out of his mind but he was still so nervous. He was nervous to feel things towards someone again. It had been around a year since Maeve was killed in front of him and yet he hadn’t tried to speak to another woman. But today he decided he would speak to you, no matter how it went. He finally upped his courage to ask you about the book you were reading. You smiled, shutting it briefly to talk about the book in your hand. Spencer had recognized it as Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre though he wasn’t expecting it to be in French. You spoke of his profound outlooks about how human nature is our own sickening curse. Spence gave that nerdy chuckle he always did and agreed with you though disagreeing with it being a fully bad curse. But this was just the beginning of the two of you. 

Il, il n'est pas fou

Il y croit, c'est tout

Il la voit partout

Il l'attend debout

Une rose à la main

À part elle il n'attend rien

Nearly two months later you two had basically started your own small book club, and when I say small I mean there were two members. You and Spence would talk for hours about different books and he always enjoyed listening to the sound of your silky french accent. Though Spencer couldn’t speak French he understood the language, having studied it in his spare time at college. He would try to say certain phrases and though most were pronounced correctly he messed up on occasion and you wouldn’t end the teasing. With each book club meeting you would grow closer and Spence’s feelings would get stronger, though you were oblivious to that. You had always found Spencer nice to look at and his brain was prettier than the stars on a clear night sky. You just assumed you two would only ever be friends since Prentiss told you about Maeve. 

Rien autour n'a de sens

Et l'air est lourd

Le regard absent

Il est seul et lui parle souvent

Il, il n'est pas fou

Il l'aime c'est tout

You could only keep a rational head about the boy genius for so long. Only 3 months after meeting you began to feel it. It was this sinking feeling that made you smile more when he was around. You found yourself imagining him whenever you listened to music or read a book. But rationality eventually came back and you would banish the idea from your mind. Which is why when he came to your house one rainy night you were evidently shocked. 

“Spence?” You looked at his dripping curly hair and how his shirt stuck to his chest tightly from the water. 

He looked at you with those big doe eyes of his and swallowed hard. It looked like he had been crying but you couldn’t say for sure. He didn’t reply to you which worried you further, causing you to pull him inside rather quickly. You grabbed him a towel and put on some tea, making him his favorite, earl grey. You got back with the tea, tucking a leg under yourself as you sat by him. He took the tea from you and held it, not looking at you for a while. Eventually you needed to know he was ok and set your tea down. Your fingers gently touched his cheek, leading him to look at you. “Spence, what’s wrong?” You spoke with genuine concern, your brows laced together with worry.

Though he didn’t respond, he just looked at you. He refused to break eye contact but out of your peripheral you saw him set his cup down. Then he began to scoot closer, your hand still rested on his cheek as you began to ask again.

“Spencer, really whats-” But you were harshly cut off by the feeling of his lips pressed against your own. Your eyes widened but within a few moments you melted into the softness of his lips. His arms quickly snaked around your waist as he pulled you closer. Your other hand came to his other cheek, holding his face close to yours. Soon enough the two of you had to pull apart. “Y/N…” He started.

You shook your head, “I know, me too.” He smiled at your words before leaning in and kissing you again, though that wasn’t the last kiss of that night.

Il la voit partout

Il l'attend debout

Debout une rose à la main

Non, non plus rien ne le retient

Dans sa love story

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[rhapsodynew]

"Over there we will build a big elou submarine "

Have a nice day🌍🫶🌞🎧🎼

Immediately after the release, the single "Yellow Submarine"/"Eleanor Rigby" took the first place in the English charts, where it remained for four weeks, having stayed in the charts for 13 weeks in total. In the same year, the Beatles received the Ivor Novello Award for the single as the best-selling single of 1966. However, in the USA, the cd did not reach the first place of the chart due to the scandal caused by John Lennon's words

"We are more popular than Christ".

In addition to the Beatles, they took part in the recording of the merry din (the sounds of the shipyard): George Martin, Jeff Emerick, Patti Harrison, Brian Jones, Marianne Faithfull, Beatles chauffeur Alf Bicknell.

In 1980, John Lennon said of the song: "'Yellow Submarine' is Paul's child. Donovan and I helped with the words. We actually recorded it live in the studio, but the idea and inspiration belonged to Paul. Its name is... written for Ringo." Donovan owns the line "Sky of blue and sea of green". Paul McCartney: "Yellow Submarine" is such a happy place. Well, we were just trying to write a nursery rhyme. That was the main idea. The text should not make more sense than the text of any other children's song."

"One morning I was still lying in bed, and then I lived in the attic of the Usher house… I thought of it as a song for Ringo, which in the end it turned out that way, so there are not many notes in the vocal line, and then I started to come up with this story, like some old sailor telling the children a story about his adventures. To a large extent, this is my song, as far as I remember, and I think John helped me. As I wrote, the plot became clearer and clearer, but the chorus, the melody of the verses and the verses are mine."

The rhythm track "Yellow Submarine" was recorded on May 29, 1966, and overlays so atypical for a Beatles song were made on June 1: the sounds of sea waves, shouts of commands, a military march performed by a brass band. According to sound engineer Jeff Emerick, he used an excerpt from the recording of the military march 'Le Reve Passe', a 1906 composition by Georg Krier and Charles Helmer, to overlay the copper.

#The history of the song #the beatles #yellow submarine #music store #George Martin #Jeff Emerick #Patti Harrison #Brian Jones #Marianne Faithfull #john lennon #paul mccartney #ringo starr #george harrison #pop #beat #psychedelia #my music #music #music love #musica #spotify #history music #my spotify #rock #rock music #Spotify #Youtube #musical history in detail

[evupdates]

GuitarWorld: “I did everything by working my ass off. I played in bars six nights a week, 300 shows a year, three one-hour sets every night for eight years with no record deal”: Evanescence’s Troy McLawhorn on his guitar firsts, favorites and embarrassing moments https://trib.al/khFs88q

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In this Inquirer column, we reach out to Troy McLawhorn of Evanescence to answer the essential questions in any guitar player’s life. We’re talking first songs learned, first guitars played, and what would McLawhorn do if he had a time machine?

Well, maybe we know the answer to that – he’d take that damned trench coat back to the store…

What was your first guitar?

“My mom and dad had guitars in the house, and though they didn’t play them that much, those were the first guitars I grew up playing on. The one I really started to learn how to play on was my mom's nylon-string classical guitar.

“I played that for years before they bought me my first guitar, which I picked out in a music store down the street from my house. It had a black Gibson Explorer-style body with a maple neck and was made by a company called Lotus.”

What was the first song you learned to play?

“House of the Rising Sun by the Animals. I figured out the chords and then gave a little concert to my mom and dad. I was around 12.”

Do you remember your first gig?

“My first gigs were playing at parties. In my hometown, older kids would have what they called keg parties, where they’d buy a couple of kegs of beer and have a band play. So my first gigs were in people’s backyards, playing at parties for older people who were getting drunk. One of the earliest bands I can remember being in at the time was Hellrazor. By default, our only payment was beer.”

Ever had an embarrassing moment on stage?

“I can't think of anything in particular that occurred in Evanescence, but I do remember one embarrassing moment back in the early ’90s when I was in Still Rain. Whenever I performed, I’d wear snakeskin boots and a leather trench coat that went all the way down to the ground.

“One night, I was playing a solo at the front of the stage and totally rocking out. When I was done, I took a step back, but because my trench coat was so long, I stepped on it and couldn’t stand up straight.

“Each time I tried stepping back, the trench coat got shorter and shorter, until I fell down on stage on my back into the drum kit. I rolled around for a second so I could get my shit together, and I finally got up.”

What’s your favorite piece of gear?

“One piece of gear that I regret letting go of was a Mesa Boogie Mark IV. It was a combo that had a beautiful tweed front. As for my favorite, it’s my 1985 Gibson Les Paul Custom that was given to me for my birthday by a good friend.

“It was used when I got it, but it’s a beautiful guitar that’s got this amazing piece of leather artwork on the front. I’ve never seen anything like it and it just sounds and plays great.”

Suppose the building is burning down; what one guitar from your collection would you save?

“My wife gave me a really great American Telecaster for Christmas a few years back. It’s one of my favorite guitars to play when I’m at home, and it means a lot to me because my wife gave it to me.”

When was the last time you practiced and what did you play?

“It would’ve been last night before the show. I warm up before every show, playing guitar for 20 or 30 minutes. I will usually go through some exercises, and maybe a couple of things in the show that I may have fucked up the night before.

“I don’t really have a routine, as I don’t actually sit down and practice all that much when on tour, as I concentrate on maintaining and getting ready for the show I’m about to play. But when I’m home, I practice a lot and like to learn new things.”

What aspect of the guitar would you like to improve?

“I’d love to have more of a knowledge of music theory. Growing up, I learned everything by ear. I just listened to records and tried to figure out what I could. I think it would be great to have more of an educated knowledge of theory and scales and all that stuff.”

What advice would you give to your younger self?

“I’d say invent a time machine so it can take you to now, where you could watch YouTube videos! I think it’s amazing that kids have YouTube now, because it would’ve been a whole different thing for me if I had all the knowledge that’s on YouTube."

“I did everything I could by working my ass off. I played in bars five and six nights a week, playing 300 shows a year, playing three one-hour sets every night for about eight years with no record deal. The experience was amazing. I don’t know what more I could have done outside of what we did in that time.”

Fallen (20th Anniversary) is out now via Craft Recordings.

#Troy McLawhorn #Interviews #Other Websites #Evanescence

[widowshill]

a selection from the collinwood radiogram.

carolyn: The Ventures – Where the Action Is (1965) / Jan & Dean – Drag City (1963) / The Kinks – Face to Face (1966) / The Beach Boys – Pet Sounds (1966) / Elvis Presley – Elvis' Golden Records Vol. 3 (1963) victoria: Paul Revere & The Raiders – Midnight Ride (1966) / The Mamas & The Papas – The Papas & The Mamas (1968) / The Monkees – More Of The Monkees (1967) / Herman's Hermits – Herman's Hermits On Tour (1965) / Nino Tempo & April Stevens – Hey Baby! (1966) david: The Status Quo – Picturesque Matchstickable Messages From The Status Quo (1968) / Disneyland Label – The Story And Song From The Haunted Mansion (1969) / The Ghouls – Dracula's Deuce (1964) / Donovan – Sunshine Superman (1966) / John Zacherle – Monster Mash (1962) elizabeth: Verdi, Joan Sutherland – La Traviata (1969) / Frank Sinatra – Strangers In The Night (1966) / Henry Mancini – Encore! More Of The Concert Sound Of Henry Mancini (1967) / Peggy Lee – The Fabulous Peggy Lee (1963) / Pablo Casals, Alexander Schneider, Mieczyslaw Horoszowski – A Concert At The White House (1961) roger: Maurice Jarre With The London Philharmonic Orchestra – Lawrence Of Arabia (1962) / Les And Larry Elgart – The New Elgart Touch (1965) / Rex Harrison, Julie Andrews – My Fair Lady (1956) / Harry James – Live At The Riverboat (1966) / Quincy Jones & His Orch. – Big Band Bossa Nova (1962)

#hc tag #➤ edits & art. ┊ the evans cottage art gallery. #me bestowing on vicki the highest honor of : the closest to my music taste lmao. #these veer a little early overall because whateverrrrr the 70's? idk them

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Edge of Seventeen - Chapter Five.

HUGE thanks to everyone enjoying this and leaving such wonderful commentary! :)

Previous chapters - One  Two  Three  Four

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 2,856

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“I hope you don’t think this is crass or nothing, but it must pay well, being a botanist, for your mom to be able to afford such a fucking nice house,” Angel commented, lying in bed with Bella, content and comfortable after their second round of sex that night.  

She looked up at him from where she’d been lain against his chest, reaching to stroke the side of his neck. “It isn’t crass, it’s quite legitimate a wondering, what with the price of La Jolla real estate, especially on an ocean front property,” she began, sitting up properly, reaching for her cigarettes. “Ordinarily, she wouldn’t be able to afford a house like this as a single woman, no matter that her salary is pretty decent. When dad died, though, his life insurance meant that the mortgage on our old townhouse was paid off, so when she sold up prior to us moving here, she had a very large wedge of cash to spend on a nice home, London property going for what it does.”

He could imagine, being that it was the capital city. “What was your old place like?”  

She reached across to her nightstand, grabbing the large, black stone ashtray with the Aboriginal paintings all over it, one that she’d bought from a car boot sale for three pounds. She missed scouring those with her mother on a Saturday morning during the summer. “It was like this, but on three floors as opposed to two. Our house was five bedrooms because mum and dad always intended to have more children. They nearly did, but mum miscarried who would have been my little sister when I was four.” When pausing for breath, Angel squeezed her thigh, smiling thinly. That must have been tragic for her mom, he thought, losing a baby and then her husband three years later.

“Anyway!” she brightened, shifting a little. “The house. It was bloody lovely, eclectic, just like this place. It reminded me so much of my dad. I think that’s the reason mum stayed there, even though it was way too big for us and freezing cold in winter. We struggled to afford to heat the rooms we weren’t in, so we had an abundance of thick socks and lots of blankets, big sweaters that my gran would knit for us, too.”

“Was it just as full of plants as this place?” he asked, turning onto his side.  

“Oh blimey, yeah. My dad always used to despair at seeing another one being brought in, saying the same thing every time, ‘Deb, if these were cats, you’d be in crazy cat lady territory by now’ whenever he noticed something new, and he always did.”

“Crazy plant lady,” he snickered softly. “So, you got anything you like to collect, other than the, one, two... thr... four fucking guitars you have in here?”  

She snorted a small laugh, feeling a little called out. “Well, they’re all special for a reason. The acoustic on the wall was my first, but it plays like shit so I don’t use it any longer. The wood got warped in a pipe leak back in England, but I can never part with it. The other three are all new, as I couldn’t bring my old ones with me, so the black Les Paul is because I love the sound of it, plus is replaces my old one, and the Fender Venus is because it’s the model Courtney Love played for some of Hole’s more notable performances, so I had to have it. Then the newer acoustic is simply because I needed one that actually played, so I got this from a second-hand instrument store in San Francisco.

“As for what I collect, it would be anything with this.” She held up her first finger on her right hand, tapping the gem set in the silver ring. “Amber. I’m a fucking hoarder! Cherry and honey ambers are my favourite, and blue, too, but it’s so rare to find it and stupidly expensive whenever I do see it turn up. But yeah, I love it, it’s so pretty.”

Angel nodded, grasping her dainty hand, pulling her down against his chest again. “A mental note has been made of that.” he began, fingers lazily wandering up and down her spine. “But now, though, it’s time to make use of some other mental notes I’ve made.” Sliding down the bed a little, he lifted her leg to rest over his hip, his mouth laying hot, open-mouthed kisses all over her neck and chest, his hand slipping between her legs, beginning to stroke at her. Pleasingly, she was still silky from their earlier passions, his long fingers gliding through her folds, tongue tickling at her collarbones while laying soft strokes over her clit.  

Her nerves began to bounce in awakening immediately, her hips softly swaying against the drag of his fingers, Angel moving to suck at her nipples, the pretty, little pink buds pebbling against his tongue. A rush of heat began to flush through her core, his fingers pushing within, teasing the coil to wind tighter with her as she panted, soft moans pooling in her throat, the pleasure snapping through her.

He worked her with talented strokes, fingers curling, pummelling within her until she cried out, his mouth gliding back to her neck, Bella clasping his face in her hands and lowering her mouth to his, reaching between them, her hand curling around his cock, satin swathed iron, too deliciously hard to resist. Pushing him onto his back, she straddled his hips, guiding him to her dewy hole and sinking down, little shocks streaking through her as he stretched her again.  

As she rode him, she wondered to herself how on earth she’d gotten so lucky. He was good to her, he made her laugh, he was loving, he was gorgeous, the fucking body, the big dick, the sexual prowess. Angel Reyes was the entire package. The only thing she found mildly worrying were his criminal activities, knowing that maybe one day, they could result in him being taken from her, to a prison cell for a lengthy stretch, or worse. Instead of panicking, she reasoned that in that moment, he was right there below her, inside of her, leaning to kiss him, his arms wrapping around her as he began to fuck up into her rapidly, evoking her bliss filled cries, Bella losing herself to the near crippling pleasure.  

They slept after that, but both awoke extremely horny a few hours later, had sex again, drifted off once more, and then again after they’d been awoken by Bella’s alarm at 8am. She hated having to detangle herself from him, wishing they could stay in bed. She had a job to get to, though, Angel too as he had ‘outlawing shit’ to attend to, as he worded it while they ate toast in the kitchen.  

“So, I’ll pick you up again at six?” he asked, after pulling up outside of the salon, leaning back against his bike, sharing kisses with her, reluctant and then some to let her go. She was staying at his for the rest of the weekend, since she only had an afternoon at college on Monday, so would get to sleep in with him two mornings in a row. She could barely wait to spend time with him uninterrupted by life, nowhere to go, no one to see. Just them.

“Yep, see you then. Love you, baby,” she cooed, kissing him.

God, how good it felt, to hear those words from her. “Love you too, B. Have a good day.” Putting his helmet back on, he started his bike and road off, Bella heading into the salon and getting the coffee order, surprised not to see Yolanda, the owner there, since she usually did visit of a Saturday. She was one of those women who owned an entire chain of businesses, though, salons and nail bars stretching right across San Diego, so divided her time as best she could throughout all of them.  

Once hot beverages and slices of caramel laden brownies had been purchased, Bella headed back to hand them all out, going over to wipe down the wash basins and chairs after the first two washes of the morning. It was her, chief stylist Bridgette, colourist Gloria, and black hair specialist Ruby, a six feet five, louder than hell drag queen (who came to work in full drags, too!) in that morning, the gossip fluttering through the air as usual.  

“Now, ladies,” Brigette began, her head turning in Bella’s direction. “I think we need to address the fact that little one here turned up this morning on the back of some guy’s Harley, meaning I sense some serious girl talk coming!”

The rest of the staff and few clients alike began fussing, Bella ducking down behind the wash basins, hiding.

“Mami, come on! It’s just us girls!” Gloria cooed, leaning over and grasping Bella’s arm, bringing her back up again. “Oh, look! She’s gone bright pink!”

“Awwwww!” the women all chorused, Bella covering her face with her hands.  

“Come on, honey,” Bridgette prompted, combing through her client’s hair ready to do her dry trim. “Tell us all about the guy, because from what I saw, he was hot!”

Bella eventually got over her shyness, taking a big swig of her coffee as Gloria led her back to sit next to her in one of the wash basin chairs. “Okay, so his name is Angel, we’ve been dating for three and a half weeks, so it’s all really new, but oh my god, we are absolutely crazy about each other! He’s so different to other guys I’ve gone out with, which fair enough has only been two, but yeah. My ex-boyfriends were both just that, boys, but him?”  

“Child!” Ruby interrupted, coiffing her client’s hair with a comb and volume spray. “I saw him this morning, too. You ain’t in your boy phase any longer. That’s a man you got yourself there, sugar!” she exclaimed, all the women cooing a chorus of ‘oooooh!’  

Bella fanned her cheeks, feeling herself growing warm in the blushing department again. “Yes, yes, he most definitely is. And I knew that already about him, but last night, he proved it.” More cooing. “Five times.” The women exploded.  

“Yeah, girl!” Ruby hollered, scurrying over to offer a high five. “She got the D!” The women were all whooping and laughing, Bella finally feeling a little more comfortable. How could she not be, though? The small salon had a wonderful vibe of sisterhood. “We want the details now, Bella! Don’t y’all be holding out!”  

“Alright, what do you want to know?”

“Size?” Bridgette, Gloria and Ruby all chorused at once, snickering thereafter at themselves.  

“Erm... big,” Bella confirmed.  

“How big?” Gloria questioned. Everyone nearly died when after looking around, Bella picked up a can of root lift spray and held it aloft. “Yeah, pretty fucking huge!”  

“And did he know what he was doing with it, honey? Because it’s just the worst, when you get with a guy who’s hung and then he doesn’t have a clue how to use it!” Bridgette’s client asked, turning in her seat a little, Bridgette paused from her snipping for a second.

“Oh my god, he bloody knew! And it wasn’t just that either, I mean... am I alright to go into details?”  

She was so cute, the women thought, all gesturing rapidly with their hands. “Yes, chica! That’s what we want!” Gloria confirmed.  

“Alright, so like I said it wasn’t just that he knows how to fuck like a fucking champion, the bloody foreplay game he has is unreal! With my last two boyfriends, the first couldn’t even find my clit, the second just pressed and poked at it like he was flicking a light switch on and off, but Angel? Oh my god, girls. He knew! Not just where it was, but exactly how to touch it! I mean, I had a little preview of that before with him, but it was nothing like last night. I’ve never had a guy make me cum before him, and last night, I came so many fucking times, I could barely shut my legs once he was done! I swear, he’s just... magic! Sexual voodoo!”

“Praise be!” Ruby hollered, all the other women scream laughing and cheering, even more so when Gloria picked up her phone and scrolled her music library, linking it to the shop speakers, the opening bars of Whatta Man by Salt-N-Pepa beginning to play.  

“You feeling these song vibes, baby?” she asked, Bella in hysterics.  

“Oh blimey, yes!” Gloria threw her head back and laughed, entertained as ever by her British-isms, grasping her hands and pulling her to her feet to dance in the middle of the tiled floor. It was just another typical morning in the salon, all girls together, laughing, being silly, having fun. It reminded Bella of a scene from a feel-good chick flick, but it wasn’t. It was her life, and she loved it. She had her band, her friends at the salon and now, the man of her dreams. The man of her dreams who was in love with her, and she him.  

The day went quickly, luckily for Bella, climbing onto the back of Angel’s Harley again at just gone 6pm, being whisked away to Santo Padre. He took her back to his first to drop off her stuff, shower and change before they went out, as well as other things he’d had on his mind pretty much all day.

“Oh, I appear to have a very gorgeous, very naked shower friend,” she purred, feeling Angel patter his fingers up the back of her thighs, his breath hot at her neck before he scattered kisses there.

“You do,” he hummed, one hand slipping between her legs, the other winding around her, stroking her tits. “One who wants to bend you over and fucking pound you until you scream.”

She grinned, a little gasp leaving her mouth when she felt two fingers slide deep inside her. “Words I’m very fond of hearing.”

Feeling her tighten around his fingers, the sumptuous, warm hug went right to his cock. “Thought you might be.” She felt as if a rainbow blazed through her, each colour a different hue of her arousal, his other hand sliding down over her wet skin, joining the other at her apex, rubbing sweet heat at her clit with his middle finger, his mouth attentive at her neck. Her body rocked back against his, the width of his firm chest her anchor, turning her head and receiving kisses edged in smouldering sin, her arm reaching back to graze his scalp, a soft moan tumbling from her mouth into his.  

She felt as if tiny firestorms burned through her, turning, kissing him with force, her nails raking down his chest, his big cock hard at her abs, Angel grunting lustfully when she reached to grasp it.  

“Uh, uh,” he mumbled, removing her hand. “Turn around, bend over and grab your ankles.”  

Bella arched an eyebrow. “Oooh, I think I like you forceful.”  

He smirked, watching her turn. “You’re about to like me a whole lot more in five seconds.” The thick spear of him parting her sweepingly had her gurgling in delight, suddenly unbothered that her hair was becoming drenched when she’d intended to keep it dry. Why not get wet all over?  

His big hands clutched her waist, watching himself sinking into her, the way his cock parted the pretty petals of her cunt making his pulse throb, his hands gliding to grip her ass, trying to contain himself, but failing. Oh, how he failed, but to Bella, it was the furthest thing from it, feeling his one hand grip her hip, holding her steady as he fucked her with brute force, the other hand pounding off her butt cheeks in turn, the spanks echoing through the bathroom.  

It was absolute sexual carnage, Bella feeling herself turned inside out quickly, her ascension blazing, Angel’s chasing it like flames meeting tinder, both of them cresting loudly and without reserve, his hand sliding up her back, clutching at her hair to yank her back to standing straight, the move all rippled in the lingering dominance, but his words anything but.  

“Fuck, I love you, baby.”

They were meant to be going out to eat that night, but after they’d made their way from the bathroom to his bed and enjoyed one another for a further hour, decided ordering in was preferable. Pizza, hanging in his sweats while Bella looked adorable swathed in one of his t shirts, and the hilarity that was his introduction to the Monty Python movies, of which his girlfriend was a huge fan, was all Angel needed.  

It was simple with her, stress free, drama free. It was everything he needed but hadn’t know he did until he’d found her. For the first time in years, he was truly content, and it was because of her. As far as he was concerned, he’d found his person. This? This was for keeps.  

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[angstics]

In 2002, the official My Chemical Romance website had a frequently asked questions tab. This was written sometime before May 2002 (question 4). Below the cut is all 10 questions and answers. This is the archived website.

We get a lot of questions about certain things... so here are some answers.

What's the significance of the name of the band? Mikey came up with the name My Chemical Romance. It works on a lot of different levels for the band. At the root of it, the name refers to the works of Scottish author Irvine Welsh. A "chemical romance" is the genre he has created in works such as The Acid House, Filth, and of course Trainspotting. Mikey added the word "my" to it to add a personal dimension to the name. In essence, it means a romance with chemical substances.

So are you saying you guys do drugs? No. My Chemical Romance does not do drugs or condone the use of drugs. However, the band is not straightedge and likes to party like everyone else.

How long have you guys been a band? It seems like you guys came out of nowhere... As a fully functioning band, My Chemical Romance has been together since Jan of 2002, when Mikey was officially added to the roster as bass player. Matt and Gerard started the band in November 2001, with Matt playing drums and Gerard singing and playing guitar, but Gerard isn't that good on guitar and he wanted a guitarist so he could just sing, jump around, dance and do other things like "unleash the bats," "hump the sky," and "exorcise the demons." Ray then joined the band and they had a hard time finding a bass player until realizing they should just train Mikey, who ended up making them all look like bitches when he learned the set in a month. Other than that all of the members of the band have been making music together for years in various bands and have been a part of the scene in various ways. Until now, the music and the combination of musicians never fit perfectly and could best be chalked up as a learning experience. We've recently Frank Iero as another guitarist, and the band now finally feels complete.

You guys have a record coming out on Eyeball Records? How and When? Eyeball Records is a label we respect and love, and we're thrilled to get the offer to do our first record with them. They have a long history, have put out and worked with a lot of bands we love, and have given us 100% creative freedom to make this album however we wanted. They are as excited about the record as we are. We record the first week of May '02 and expect the record to have a summer release. The album entitled "I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love" will feature all of the songs from our set, including a final mix of "Vampires Will Never Hurt You". From then on we will tour and support the album for a long time while working on new songs.

What are your influences? Everything. We listen to lots of different music but if we had to list some bands and artists that have been a big influence on our sound we would have to say: Iron maiden (it doesn't get any better than these guys), At The Gates (except these guys), The Pixies, The Misfits (Danzig years) and Samhain, The Smiths, Morrissey, The Haunted, Pulp, Blur, Johann Sebastian Bach, Fernando Sor, Queen, Guns and Roses, Helloween, and the list goes on and on...

Are Mikey and Gerard brothers? Yes. Mikey and Gerard are loving brothers that enjoy rocking out together. But they consider Ray and Matt their brothers too, only Puerto Rican and French ones.

What kind of equipment do you use? Ray plays a Session guitar. A Session is a knock off of a Gibson Les Paul from around the early 80s. I asked a vintage guitar store owner some information about Session seeing as how Ray won't play anything else and he said, "It's a piece of shit. It was made in the Philippines in the '80s and Sam Ash used them to sucker people into buying a cheap guitar. Worst guitar ever. And the factory blew up". Ray also uses a 100 watt Marshall JCM 2000 head, a Laney Cabinet, and assorted stomp boxes. Mikey plays a Fender American Jazz bass with obnoxious silver sparkle finish. Matt uses Pearl drums, Zildjian cymbals (a lot), and an enormous Gibraltar drum cage. If you've ever seen us live then you understand how big this thing is. Gerard uses an SM58 Shure mic. The mic of choice for Bruce Dickinson.

I want a T-shirt! Any merch soon? We have some buttons and we're running out. We just invested in a button maker so we can have all sorts of self-indulgent crazy buttons you can wear for cheap. The band has finally decided on 2 designs that are being drawn up as we speak and they love them, so expect them soon.

What's all this nonsense about bats??? The band likes bats. Who doesn't? If you've seen the band live you might have heard Gerard mention something about turning into one or unleashing some sort of swarm of them. "Unleash the fucking bats" is something they say to each other seconds before starting the set to get themselves pumped up. This all started back in Jan '02 when the band finally came together and started playing together with an intensity none of them had ever known. That fateful night they rocked together so hard that a "rock portal" opened up and out flew a swarm of giant bats. No shit.

I heard you guys cover Morrissey... why? We cover a B-side called Jack The Ripper. Basically we wanted to cover it because we knew we could do a really rocking version of this song. It rocks as it is but we felt if we added a little "kick" to it and did like we do all of our others it would be something special. If you've ever seen us play this live we absolutely can't control ourselves while we're doing it, and its a good warm-up for "Vampires Will Never Hurt You."

#mcr #mcr: 2002 #answers some questions that get muddy through the interviews #like when beyond 9/11 mcr was formed when frank joined etc #unleash the fucking bats makes me go crazy!!!!! SWARM!!!!!!!!!!

[defjux]

100 of my favorite beat tapes. by no means an all inclusive list but these are just some recommendations in no particular order in case you're looking for something to bump. let me know what you think and if you have any favorite beat tapes or instrumental albums that i should check out. you can click on the name of one of the projects below and it'll take you to bandcamp/youtube/soundcloud or wherever you can hear it. i could also do another one of these in the future if anyone is interested. peace. Chart with names included 1. Oh No - Oh No Vs. Now-Again 2. 10th Letter - Primitive Shapes 3. cOlD sElTzEr - AHOY/LANDHO 4. Vik - (sub​)​conscious 5. Ohbliv - Lewse Joints VI 6. Dak - youstandit / leftrecord 7. Adventure Time - Of Beyond 8. Dutchy - Traversal 9. Delofi - CLOAK 10. Whoarei - Thoughts Blunted 11. foisey - NowOrNvr. 12. Grap Luva - Neva Done 13. Maker - Maker vs. Now-Again 14. Dday One - Heavy Migration 15. Budamunk - Baker's Dozen: Budamunk 16. brainorchestra - Labrynth Winds 17. ewonee - Molecular Structure 18. Dirty Art Club - Basement Seance 19. Rah Zen - Midnight Satori 20. Devonwho - Betaloops 21. Dr. Quandary - Wayfarers 22. SadhuGold - The Gold Room 23. Dimlite - Runbox Weathers 24. spacemayor - guilt milk 25. S.Maharba - Pure Eternal Light 26. Dr. Who Dat? - Beat Journey 27. A.M. Breakups - Out of Four Came Many Soldiers 28. Dibia$e - Sound Palace 29. Paul Hares - Blurred 30. Dil Withers - Studies 31. Sir Froderick - The Eclectic Spanking of War Babies 32. Paul White - Paul White And The Purple Brain 33. DJ Rozwell - NONE OF THIS IS REAL 34. EAR.DRUM aka QTHREE - DEAF RAY 35. GrayMatteR - Tao Te Gray 36. Damu The Fudgemunk - Vignettes 37. Kankick - Warped Dis Strict Project, Vol. 1 38. The Midnight Eez - The Midnight Eez 39. dakim - sleeptight 40. K, Le Maestro - Lab Sounds 41. aaronmaxwell - aaronmaxwell 42. Mecca:83 - NinetyFour 43. EvillDewer - Caliginous Sky 1​.​5 44. Swarvy – Shadows Remixes 45. Dirty Tapes - DT002: OHBLIV / DIL WITHERS 46. Spectacular Diagnostics - Raw Visions 47. EDAC - DITTOS 48. George Fields - Beyond Realm 49. Bluestaeb - Everything Is Always a Process 50. Massimo e Massimo - Massimo e Massimo

51. Tuamie - Masta Killa 52. LuvJonez - Messengers 53. Ill Sugi & Tajima Hal - Illmahal 54. olasegun - JUST A SLICE 55. Ahwlee - dead[ist] 56. EYTREG. - Chasma. 57. Eludem - A.dvanced B.alcony M.aneuvers 58. Elder Orange - All My Friends Believe in Ghosts 59. Small Professor - A Jawn Supreme 60. Bugseed - Quiet Times 61. Kutmah - A Tribute to Brother Ras G 62. Shamana - To All Hell 63. ΔKTR - LALA 64. AshTreJinkins - Zone of the Enders 65. SPELLWRKS - Transitions 66. Wowflower - feverdream 67. Jansport J - Soulfidelity 68. Jitwam - selftitled 69. Kenja & RXN - C O Z Y 70. ELWD - TOO MANY DAYS 71. lo_tek - It Will All Make Sense One Day 72. z. - torn 73. Astro Mega - WARP LOUNGE 74. phedee - i hope you're doing okay 75. TMCT - LAND CRUISER 76. Poptartpete - 8 cavities 77. Jemapur - Dok Springs 78. D-Styles - Noises in The Right Order 79. Nosmo King - Drawn Out 80. Fuzzoscope - Earwax Shelf Life 81. Javier Santiago - Javi's Beats Vol. 4 82. AKEEDRO - House Of Spirits 83. Odeeno - Diamond Sand 84. ILLingsworth - Worth the Wait 85. PRGMAT - HAPPY HERBAL HARVEST 86. Kent_Williams & iLL SCOTT - Golden Coast 87. TOSHIKI HAYASHI(%C) - b(ackr)oom sounds 88. Kenny Keys - Everything Must Change 89. Emapea - Zoning Out Volume 2 90. Dpee - Garbage Day 91. Letherette - Brown Lounge, Vol. 1 92. Fuzzoscope - Earwax Daydream 93. Elusive - Headspace 94. nipple tapes - aaa 95. Randal Bravery - Hamaon 96. RND1 - Brain Clustrs 97. Scruffnuk Dust - Moods 98. Meaty Ogre - Grenades! 99. yungmorpheus - A Glimpse Of Power 100. Nothing_Neue - RE: Collections

#music recommendations #favorite albums #beat tapes #instrumental hip hop #oh no #ohbliv #ewonee #foisey #brainorchestra #whoarei #dakim #tuamie #kankick #damu the fudgemunk #dirty art club #sadhugold #illingsworth #budamunk #dday one

[moovees]

Best Picture “All Quiet on the Western Front” “Avatar: The Way of Water” “The Banshees of Inisherin” “Elvis” “Everything Everywhere All at Once” “The Fabelmans” “TÁR” “Top Gun: Maverick” “Triangle of Sadness” “Women Talking”

Best Director Martin McDonagh (“The Banshees of Inisherin”) Dan Kwan and Daniel Scheinert (“Everything Everywhere All at Once”) Steven Spielberg (“The Fabelmans”) Todd Field (“TÁR”) Ruben Östlund (“Triangle of Sadness”)

Best Actress Cate Blanchett (“TÁR”) Ana de Armas (“Blonde”) Andrea Riseborough (“To Leslie”) Michelle Williams (“The Fabelmans”) Michelle Yeoh (“Everything Everywhere All at Once”)

Best Actor Austin Butler (“Elvis”) Colin Farrell (“The Banshees of Inisherin”) Brendan Fraser (“The Whale”) Paul Mescal (“Aftersun”) Bill Nighy (“Living”)

Best Supporting Actress Angela Bassett (“Black Panther: Wakanda Forever”) Hong Chau (“The Whale”) Kerry Condon (“The Banshees of Inisherin”) Stephanie Hsu (“Everything Everywhere All at Once”) Jamie Lee Curtis (“Everything Everywhere All at Once”)

Best Supporting Actor Brendan Gleeson (“The Banshees of Inisherin”) Brian Tyree Henry (“Causeway”) Judd Hirsch (“The Fabelmans”) Barry Keoghan (“The Banshees of Inisherin”) Ke Huy Quan (“Everything Everywhere All at Once”)

International film: “All Quiet on the Western Front” (Germany) “Argentina, 1985” (Argentina) “Close” (Belgium) “EO” (Poland) “The Quiet Girl” (Ireland)

Best animated feature: “Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio” “Marcel the Shell With Shoes On” “Puss in Boots: The Last Wish” “The Sea Beast” “Turning Red”

Original screenplay: “Everything Everywhere All at Once” “The Banshees of Inisherin” “The Fabelmans” “Tár” “Triangle of Sadness”

Visual Effects: “Avatar: The Way of Water” “Top Gun: Maverick” “The Batman” “Black Panther: Wakanda Forever” “All Quiet on the Western Front”

Music (original score): Volker Bertelmann, “All Quiet on the Western Front” Justin Hurwitz, “Babylon” Carter Burwell, “The Banshees of Inisherin” Son Lux, “Everything Everywhere All at Once” John Williams, “The Fabelmans”

Original song: “Applause,” from “Tell It Like a Woman” “Hold My Hand,” from “Top Gun: Maverick” “Lift Me Up” from “Black Panther: Wakanda Forever” “Naatu Naatu” from “RRR” “This Is a Life” from “Everything Everywhere All at Once.

Documentary feature: “All That Breathes’ “All the Beauty and the Bloodshed” “Fire of Love” “A House Made of Splinters” “Navalny”

Original screenplay: “The Banshees of Inisherin” “Everything Everywhere All at Once” “The Fabelmans” “Tár” “Triangle of Sadness.”

Adapted screenplay: “All Quiet on the Western Front” “Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery” “Living,” “Top Gun: Maverick” “Women Talking.

Cinematography: James Friend, “All Quiet on the Western Front” Darius Khondj, “Bardo, False Chronicle of a Handful of Truths” Mandy Walker, “Elvis” Roger Deakins, “Empire of Light” Florian Hoffmeister, “Tár”

Costume design: “Babylon” “Black Panther: Wakanda Forever” “Elvis” “Everything Everywhere All at Once” “Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris”

Animated short: “The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse” “The Flying Sailor” “Ice Merchants” “My Year of Dicks” “An Ostrich Told Me the World is Fake and I Think I Believe it"

Live action short: “An Irish Goodbye” “Ivalu” “Le Pupille” “Night Ride” “The Red Suitcase”

Film editing: “The Banshees of Inisherin” “Elvis” “Everything Everywhere All at Once” “Tár” “Top Gun: Maverick”

Sound: “All Quiet on the Western Front” “Avatar: The Way of Water” “The Batman” "Elvis” “Top Gun: Maverick”

Production design: “All Quiet on the Western Front” “Avatar: The Way of Water” “Babylon” “Elvis" “The Fabelmans."

Makeup and hairstyling: “All Quiet on the Western Front” “The Batman” “Black Panther: Wakanda Forever” “Elvis” “The Whale”

#oscars #academy awards #nominees

[britrockaholic2]

BECK'S BOLERO (1967) by the Jeff Beck Group - with backwards guitar ending

“This instrumental track was recorded in 1966 by Jeff Beck (lead guitars), Jimmy Page (12 string rhythm), John Paul Jones (bass), Keith Moon (drums) and Nicky Hopkins (piano). I had the extended version of this with backwards guitar at the end as the flip side of Beck's single, Hi Ho Silver Lining (1967). However it is best known as a track on Beck's album Truth (1968), minus this end bit. Here is the complete track. 

The following is paraphrased from Douglas J Noble's article written based on his interview with Beck: So how did Jimmy Page come to write 'Beck's Bolero'? 'Well, with some difficulty and largely without me! ..... I went over to Jim's house and he had this 12-string Fender and he loved the idea of using a bolero-type rhythm for a rock record. He was playing the bolero rhythm and I played the melody on top of it, but then I said, "Jim, you've got to break away from the bolero beat - you can't go on like that for ever!". So we stopped it dead in the middle of the song - like the Yardbirds would do on 'For Your Love' - then we stuck that riff into the middle......I was using a Les Paul for the lead guitar and for the backwards slide guitar through a Vox AC30 - it was the only amp I had and it was covered with beer! Actually, I think it was the beer that gave it it's sound! You can hear Moon screaming in the middle of the record over the drum break. If you listen after the drum break you can only hear the cymbal afterwards 'cause he knocked the mic over! Wonderful!' 

As I understand it, the track was recorded with all musicians playing at the same time, as Beck is reported to have said there was 'leaking' into one another's microphones.  He also suggested that there were 3 or 4 songs came out of it of which only Bolero saw the light of day and one other had a finished melody.  No others were released.   

Unfortunately there are no videos of the song, or photos of the session, so I have created a slide show for it. Comments are invited on this video but please no 'my guitarist is better than your guitarist'.

UPDATE: Just heard the sad news today (12 Jan '23) that Jeff passed away.  So sad.  R.I.P. “

--wilson mcphert

#youtube #RIPJeffBeck

[burlveneer-music]

Borja Flames - Nuevo Medievo

He has three brains, a thousand lives, past or parallel, and his name is Borja Flames. Spanish, Parisian, Burgundian, cosmonaut, we don’t know anymore. His head is that of a pope, a king, a lion, a faun or a melancholic centaur. He is well dressed, with pot holes and beard : Merovingian. We knew him in June and Jim of which he was the southern face (the northern hemisphere being Marion Cousin), a duo recently transfigured under the name of Catalina Matorral, real electronic pastoral. We saw him reshuffle his cards for the first time in 2016 with Nacer Blanco, the first album under his name, whose tipsy clocks, totems like the Tower of Pisa and bony madrigals evoked Moondog, Robert Wyatt and the Postman Cheval, one inside the other, helter-skelter. After which Rojo Vivo (2018) a blend of pale house and tenebrous preachings made us fear and pleasure and dance. Nuevo Medievo which appears today (Les disques du Festival Permanent / Murailles Music) is even more beautiful, more striking. From the very beginning, sung on tiptoe, the silvery voice with robotic effects on a synthetic bedside rug spiked with cymbals makes us feel bareheaded in a vast cabinet of stars, we are captivated. There are laser beams, oracle lyrics with vocoder. Paul Loiseau, the Morse drummer, makes the kitchen set sound like an orchestra of stoned calculators, then Borja Flames accelerates the record’s pulse with the diction of a fed-up TV news anchor before a jungle background until Marion Cousin and Rachel Langlais make everything capsize, she of saturnian vocalization, she of a strangely regulated synth. Then on, the hits fall here, there, everywhere, real ones, a shower of asteroids. Negro Negro is suave, mysterious, moving, as surprising as a kiss we no longer expect. We would gladly listen to her only but then comes Magnetismo making us giddy with joy. Then Marioneta, dry and airy as a Sign O’The Times period Prince, which one could dance to endlessly, even alone, head tucked under arm. Nuevo Medievo moves this way throughout, stiff and groovy, cerebral but exploding with dreamy tumors. Powerfully entertaining, filled with odd rhythms, computer choirs, keyboards that slide and are slippery. Nuevo Medievo is a bit reminiscent of the synth-wave scene and 80s Iberian post-punk. It also evokes lo-fi versions of Franco Battiato‘s panoramic SF hits from the album No Time No Space (far away worlds, sound research, fat refrains), Arthur Russel disco, or even Porque te vas, yes yes, Sade, Motown B-sides played at the IRCAM one evening of blunt slackness, Marvin Gaye and Tammy Terrel in a full-on slow dance under the anachronistic neon lights of a chicha bar or Blade Runner rushes with the Miami Vice original soundtrack. If Nuevo Medievo, like all of music loving cannibal Borja Flames’ records, summons a certain number of other artists, it does so to organize unexpected meetings between them, and to dissect each one in a scientific, erotic, amorous and gastronomic impulse before freeing himself from them and drawing in all the diagonals of authentically unheard features. Throw him a party. Txt : Sing Sing Translation : Cathérine Hershey Music & Lyrics by Borja Flames. Produced and arranged by Borja Flames with the collaboration of Marion Cousin, Paul Loiseau and Rachel Langlais. Recorded in Lucy-sur-Cure, Cinq-Mars La Pile and Saint-Aubin du Cormier. Mix by Manuel Duval at Grange Cavale. Mastering by Harris Newman at Grey Market. Personnel : Rachel Langlais (synths, vocals), Marion Cousin (synths, vocals, percussions), Paul Loiseau (percussions, vocals, synths), Borja Flames (vocals, guitar, synths, percussions, programming, samples).

#Borja Flames #paris #electronic #france #2022

[alittlefrenchtree]

ALFT Cultural Rewind 2022

For the first time this year, I tried to write down everything I've consumed in terms of movies, books and TV Shows during 2022. I live having these lists and I've decided to share in case you're looking for some random recommendations. Feel free to ask for more opinions, thoughts on anything if you want 😊

purple is for things I liked 💜

Movies I’ve watched in 2022

1) The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo - David Fincher

2) Flickan som lekte med elden — Daniel Alfredson

3) Amadeus - Milos Forman

4) En attendant Bojangles — Régis Roinsard

5) Licorice Pizza — Paul Thomas Anderson

6) Lynx — Laurent Geslin, Laurence Buchman

7) The Chef (Boiling Point) — Philip Baranti ; James Cummings

8) Her — Spike Jonze (Rewatch, one of my favorite movie ever)

9) Arthur Rambo — Laurent Cantet

10) White Snake — Amp Wong : Zhao Ji

11) Death on the Nile — Kenneth Branagh

12) Enquête sur un Scandale d’État - Thierry de Peretti

13) Goliath — Frederic Tellier

14) The Batman — Matt Reeves

15) Notre Dame Brûle — Jean-Jaques Annaud

16) En Corps — Cédric Klapish

17) Les Bad Guys — Pierre Peril

18) À la folie — Audrey Estrougo

19) Fantastic Beasts : The Secrets of Dumbledore — David Yates

20) Downton Abbey : A new era — Simon Curtis

21) Sentinelle Sud — Mathieu Gerault

22) Elvis — Baz Luhrmann

23) Tenor — Claude Zidi Jr.

24) Tron — Steven Lisberg

25) La nuit du 12 — Dominik Moll

26) Sundown— Michel Franco

27) Nope — Jordan Peele

28) Three Thousand Years of Longing — George Miller (my favorite movie of the year)

29) Tout le monde aime Jeanne - Céline Devaux

30) La page blanche — Murielle Magellan

31) Everything, everywhere, all at once — Dan Kwan, Daniel Scheinert

32) Lord of the ring 1 — Peter Jackson (rewatch)

33) Lord of the ring 2 — Peter Jackson (Rewatch, even if I had forgotten all about it)

34) Lord of the ring 3 — Peter Jackson (Rewatch, even if I had forgotten all about it)

35) Don’t Worry Darling — Olivia Wilde

36) Le visiteur du futur — François Descraques

37) Les secrets de mon père — Véra Belmont

38) Entergalactic — Fletcher Moules

39) Dragon Ball Super — Tetsurô Kodama

40) Maria Rêve — Lauriane Escaffre, Yvonnick Muller

41) Simone : Le Voyage du siècle — Olivier Dahan

42) My Policeman — Michael Grandage

43) Mascarade — Nicolas Bedos

44) Armageddon Time — James Gray

45) Bones and All — Luca Guadagnino

46) Close — Lukas Dhont

47) Les Bonnes Étoiles --(브로커 - Beurokeo) — Hirokazu Kore-Eda

Books I’ve read In 2022

1) The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets' Nest — Stieg Larsson (the rec is for the whole trilogy)

2) The art and soul of Dune — Tanya Lapointe

3) Un dernier tour de piste — Martin Fourcade

4) The Dark Half — Stephen King

5) Death note — Tsugumi Ōba & Takeshi Obata (Let’s pretend I’ve read all of them and not stop reading before reaching the end for an unknown reason)

6) Le Match de ma vie — Nicolas Mahut

7) Les liaisons dangereuses — Choderlos de Laclos (First re-read since high school. It’s a good things I don’t remember what my literature class sounded like because I think all the toxic/criminal behavior in this book were not called out enough by my teacher.)

8) Midnight Sun — Stephanie Meyer

9) Children of Dune — Frank Herbert

10) Blackwater : The Flood — Michael Mcdowell

11) Les Ravissantes — Romain Puertolas

12) The Royal Game — Stephan Zweig (Re-read, I love this short novel so much)

13) Le plongeur 

14) Le Diner de Babette 

— Karen Blixen

15) Onze Minutes — Paulo Coelho (Re-read, still interesting)

16) Desolation Road — Jerome Noires (Re-read as well, not sure why I felt the need to pick it again but ok book)

17) Double Fault — Lionel Shriver (Re-read as well, didn’t really like it the first time but it’s definitely more interesting/relevant to read when you care about tennis)

TV Shows I’ve (tried to) watch(ed) in 2022

-Mr Robot Season 1 ; Episode 1 to… 4 I think?

-Grey’s Anatomy ; Seasons 1 to 6 (Regular rewatch that stopped by itself at some point)

-Designated Survivor ; Season 1

-House MD ; Season 1, a few episodes (Failed my rewatch, will try again in 2023)

-The Undoing 1 season (✅ completed)

-Severance ; a few episodes ?

-Balthazar ; Season 4 (Only here for Tomer Sisley)

-Veronica Mars ; 4 seasons (✅ completed) (Rewatch except for the last season)

-Outlander ; Season 6

-Heartstopper ; Season 1

-Timeless ; 2 Seasons (✅ completed)

-Moon Night ; 1 Season (✅ completed)

-Quantico ; 1 Season

-Obi-Wan Kenobi ; 1 Season (✅ completed)

-Lost ; Season 1 and 2

-Mind Hunter ; Season 1 and 6 episodes of Season 2

-Shokugeki No Soma ; All 5 seasons (✅ completed) (4 AMAZING seasons. Last one should be forgotten)

-The Walking Dead ; 6 seasons (Rewatch of the first season to try to finish it soon. First time I had stopped around season 8 or 9 I think ?)

-Emily in Paris ; Season 3 (The last source of joy left in the world)

-10 pour 100 (Call my agent) ; 2 seasons and 5 episodes of season 3 (Current watch, very easy to binge watch)

#about me #alft cultural rewind #2022

[chrancecriber]

Antenne Vorarlberg Chillout Lounge (August 31, 2023)

23:59 Sirius & Nyla - Infinity (Remastered Remix) 23:55 Sylvering - The Sun Always Shines On TV 23:52 Topic, Robin Schulz, Nico Santos, Paul Van Dyk - In Your Arms (For An Angel) 23:48 Claptone Feat. Dizzy - Queen Of Ice Queen Of Ice 23:44 Stephane De Lucia - Trippin 23:41 Mike Candys - Sky (Club Mix) 23:38 Mount & Illian - Fool 23:31 Dj Disse - Riders In The Storm (Original Mix) 23:26 Scotty & Wilcox - Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (Wilcox Extended) 23:24 Tainted Youth Feat. Lucinda - Teardrops 23:18 Airstream - Your Tears (Del Mar Mix) 23:15 Zaz - Demain C'est Toi 23:10 Phil Mison - Just Landed 23:07 Klingande, Wrabel - Big Love 23:05 Rita Ora - You Only Love Me 23:00 Sofa Surfers - Sofa Rockers (Richard Dorfmeister Remix) 22:57 Robin Schulz Feat. Alida - In Your Eyes 22:50 Nora En Pure - Thermal (Extended Mix) 22:44 Mathieu & Florzinho - Maha - Amba 22:41 Moby - My Only Love 22:38 Vamero & Lizot - Bleeding Love 22:33 Lux - Secret Fish 22:30 Bronson Feat. Lau.ra - Heart Attack 22:25 Tibet Project - Tibet (A Passage To ...) 22:22 Hypnosis - Pulstar 22:19 Riva Starr Feat. Imaginary - Ride This Sound 22:14 Dj Shah & Adrina Thorpe - Who Will Find Me (Acoustic Mix) 22:11 Together Alone - Ain't Nobody 22:09 Carstn, Jason Walker - Could You Love Me (Munich Monstrs Remix) 22:02 Joris Voorn - Ringo 21:58 Christopher Von Deylen - Heliotrope 21:56 Fedde Le Grand Feat. Vince Freeman - Devils 21:52 Armin Van Buuren & Garibay Feat. Olaf Blackwood - I Need You 21:49 Nora En Pure - Branches 21:44 Schiller - Free The Dragon 21:39 Uttara Kuru - Neyuki 21:36 Elderbrook - I Need You 21:29 David Devilla, Mauro B & Gerard C Feat. - Someone Told Me (Mladen Mande Remix) 21:27 Lizot - Daddy Cool 21:19 Hraach - After Dark 21:15 Aguaflames - Moiman 21:11 Swedish House Mafia & The Weeknd - Moth To A Flame 21:09 Nightcall X Henri Purnell Feat. Eke - When The Morning Breaks 21:05 Set Mo Feat. Deutsch Duke - White Dress (Radio Version) 21:02 Sneaker Pimps - 6 Underground 20:59 Sans Souci - Fenton 20:54 The Dining Rooms - Existentialism (Milano Dub Mix) 20:51 Nora Van Elken - Heaven Is A Place On Earth 20:49 Valerie Dore - The Night (Zyx Edit Remastered 2021) 20:40 David Broaders - Curracloe 20:37 Glockenbach - Dirty Dancing 20:34 In Lonely Majesty - Sing In The Dark - Alle Farben Remix 20:27 Blank & Jones - White Light 20:24 Vinai - Hide Away 20:17 Rodriguez Jr. - 2 Miles Away 20:09 True & Berger - Imprint Of Pleasure 20:06 Lost Frequencies & Mathieu Koss - Don't Leave Me 19:58 Ost & Kjex - Queen Of Europe Feat. Anne Lise Frokedal (Solomun Remix) 19:54 Cats On Bricks Feat. Zach Alwin - Planes Over Ushuaia 19:49 Eelke Kleijn Feat. Diana Miro - You (Frankey & Sandrino Remix) 19:45 Armin Van Buuren, Sharon Den Adel - In And Out Of Love (Lost Frequencies Remix) 19:42 Hallmann - Always Be 19:35 Julian Wassermann - People 19:29 Hazy J - Our Way 19:21 Dino Lenny Feat. Artbat - Sand In Your Shoes 19:15 Rue Du Soleil - La Francaise 19:13 Dize Feat. Aurii - Wenn Ich Nicht Mehr Weiss 19:07 Exstra - Comet (Extended Mix) 19:03 Danny Avila - End Of The Night 18:59 Blank & Jones - Twilight Moon 18:55 P. Lion - Happy Children (Special Remastered ) 18:51 Kygo Feat. One Republic - Stranger Things 18:48 Shallour & Riah - Lie 18:44 Laniia - Fireflies 18:39 Headstrong - Symphony Of Soul (Reuben Halsey Chillout Mix) 18:35 Duboss - Losing My Religion 18:31 Above & Beyond - Is It Love? (1001) (Original Mix) 18:27 Morcheeba - Slow Down 18:24 Brando - Don't Call Me (Galantis Remix) 18:21 Meduza & Becky Hill X Goodboys - Lose Control 18:18 Kungs Feat. Jhart - Dopamine 18:15 Pretty Pink Feat. Mark V - Don't Dance 18:10 The Chill Out Orchestra - Wish You Were Here 18:05 New Age Kings - Illusion (Instrumental Remix) 18:02 Nora Van Elken - Honshu 17:57 Nora En Pure - Tears In Your Eyes (Extended Mix) 17:53 Robin Schulz & Felix Jaehn - One More Time 17:50 Mousse T. - Boyfriend (Alle Farben Remix) 17:44 Simple Minds - Mandela Day 17:41 Armin Van Buuren Feat. Jake Reese - Need You Now 17:37 Mandala Dreams - Mirror Lake 17:33 Mark Ronson Feat. Miley Cyrus - Nothing Breaks Like A Heart 17:30 Dj Antoine & Deep Vice - When You Want Some Love (Dj Antoine Vs Mad Mark 2k21 Mix) 17:25 Laila (Feat. Tiefblau) - Yin And Yang 17:21 Ambyion - Motion 17:18 Pascal Letoublon - Feelings Undercover 17:14 Lissa, Freddy Verano - Move Like Me 17:12 Mount & Emdey - Venus 17:09 Deepend & Graham Candy - Belong (Deepend Edit) 17:03 Hacienda - Sci-fi Saloon 17:00 Above & Beyond - The Inconsistency Principle 16:54 Anrey - The Forgotten (Extended Mix) 16:50 Jens Buchert - 1000 Miles 16:45 Blank & Jones - Sunny (Summer Vibe Mix) 16:39 Armen Miran - Nani Jan 16:33 Funkstar De Luxe - Sun Is Shining 16:30 Hugel - Can't Love Myself (Feat. Mishaal& Lpw) 16:23 Deep Dive Corp. - Bali Hi 16:19 Filatov & Karas - Au Au 16:13 Shkoon Feat. Fruiterama - Napauken 16:08 Aphrodelics - Rollin On Chrome 16:06 Twisted Harmonies Feat. Mougleta - You & Me 16:03 Tiesto - Lay Low 16:00 Jazzamor - Song For Maggie 15:57 Mahalo - High Life 15:52 Thomas Lemmer & Andreas Bach - Embracing Love 15:47 Nebu Mitte Feat. Jaselle - With You (Oriano Remix) 15:44 Sono - Keep Control (Artbat Remix Edit) 15:40 Tycho - Horizon 15:35 Ambala Feat. Laid Back - Walk With The Dreamers 15:33 Viva La Panda, Finding Molly - Chances 15:27 Spooky - Shelter 15:24 Neptune & Moonnight - I Need A New Love (Original Mix) 15:18 Rìfìs Du Sol - Alive (Anyma Remix) 15:13 Under Pressure - Near The Ocean 15:09 The Alan Parsons Project - Old And Wise 15:06 Avaion, Paulwetz, Nu Aspect Feat. Yuma - Sleepless 15:00 Van Bellen - Morning Awakening 14:57 Sound Nomaden - The Morning After 14:54 Sam Feldt & Sam Fischer - Pick Me Up (Vavo Remix) 14:49 Best Of Chillout Lounge - Sylt (Sensibar Mix) 14:45 Magnofield - Lupino 14:43 Kamrad - Feel Alive 14:39 Deeperise Feat. Jabbar - One By One 14:36 Chaël Feat Kaii - Don't Speak 14:30 High Heels Breaker Feat. Sarah Palin - Come Easy (David August Remix) 14:27 Edx & Amba Shepherd - Off The Grid 14:20 Blond:ish Feat. Shawni - Wizard Of Love 14:17 Dash Berlin Feat. Roxanne Emery - Shelter 14:14 Moli - Cloud No9 (Montmartre Remix) 14:09 Blank & Jones Feat. Zoe Durrant - One Evening (Lofi Selection) 14:04 Evadez - Caught In The Crowd (Original Mix) 14:02 Alok & Timmy Trumpet - Underwater Love (La Vision Remix) 13:56 Jens Buchert - Cocoon 13:49 Adana Twins - Strange 13:44 Tinlicker Feat. Nathan Nicholson - Always Will 13:41 Robin Schulz & David Guetta - On Repeat 13:37 Kygo Feat. Maty Noyes - Stay 13:33 Winona Oak & Robin Schulz - Oxygen 13:27 Hird - Getting Closer 13:24 Kryder & Natalie Shay - Rapture 13:20 Above & Beyond Feat. Justine Suissa - Little Something 13:17 Geeno Smith - Stand By Me (Radio Mix) 13:13 Kid Massive, Yuji Ono, Dtale - Pray (Wolf Krew Remix) 13:10 Kamrad - I Believe 13:04 Milan Euringer And Tube & Berger - Lovebreak 13:01 Vize & Alan Walker Feat. Leony, Edward Artemyev - Space Melody (Edward Artemyev) 12:57 Maxim Lany Feat. Freya Alley - Anymore 12:54 Aural Float - Be As You Are 12:50 Armin Van Buuren Feat. Angel Taylor - Make It Right (Trinix Remix) 12:43 Firtz Kalkbrenner - Golden (Fideles Remix) 12:38 Kölsch - Left Eye Left 12:34 Freischwimmer - California Dreamin 12:28 Tosca - Dave Dudley 12:25 Majestic & Boney M. - Rasputin 12:23 Christopher Von Deylen - Arco Iris 12:17 Massive Attack - Teardrop 12:14 Blank & Jones Feat. Jan Loechel - Beautiful Life 12:11 Above & Beyond Feat. Zoe Johnston - Treasure 12:06 Disclosure - You & Me Ft. Eliza Doolittle (Flume Remix) 11:55 Cell - Above The Clouds (Live Version) 11:52 Vize & Tom Gregory - Never Let Me Down 11:48 Syntax Error - Träumen Im Gras (Syntax Experience Mix) 11:45 Dante Klein & Jordiz Feat. Megan Brands - Life 11:38 Soul Button - Circadian Rhythm (Hraach Remix) 11:32 Rodg - Life Is Life (Chill Mix) 11:24 Kygo - Freeze 11:17 Caf Bar Feat. Sara Allman - Gimme Shelter (Chilled Buddha Session) 11:14 Avaion X Vize X Leony - Pieces 11:11 Cotone - Faded Glory 11:08 Thievery Corporation Feat. Shana Halligan - Depth Of My Soul 11:05 Mike Candys & Jack Holiday - The Riddle Anthem Rework 11:02 Pirra Feat. Lindstrøm & Prins Thomas Remix - Limousine Lies 10:56 Spooky - The River (Ambient) 10:53 Alle Farben & Fools Garden - Lemon Tree 10:49 Schiller & Peter Heppner - Leben... I Feel You 10:46 Jubel - On The Beach 10:42 Nora En Pure - Enchantment 10:39 Clément Leroux - Memories 10:34 Sacred Spirit - Yeha-noha (Wishes Of Happiness & Prosperity) 10:29 Dreamerproject - Horizons (Glenn Main Remix) 10:26 Gabriel & Castellon - Es Vedra (Touch & Go Radio Mix) 10:23 Gestört Aber Geil & Anna Grey - Thank You 10:20 Steve Forest, Te Pai - Never Gonna Give You Up 10:16 Cristian Marchi Feat. Block - Baker Street 10:14 The Holy Santa Barbara Feat. Madugo - The Sailor Song 10:09 Kidsø - Fir 10:04 Depeche Mode - Useless 10:01 Zoe - C'est La Vie 09:55 Dale Anderson Feat. Anil Chawla - Pimento Grove 09:52 Zonderling Feat. Josh Cumbee & Damon Sharpe - Lifetime 09:47 Enui - Adieu (Arielle Lb Remix) 09:44 Cosmic Soul & Tom Novy - Like A Dream 09:40 Mario & Vidis Feat. Jazzu - I'll Be Gone 09:33 Nora En Pure - Oblivion (Extended Mix) 09:29 The Timewriter - Soulstickers 09:25 Kyla La Grange - Cut Your Teeth 09:20 Three Drives On A Vinyl - Greece 2000 (Sebastian Davidson & Melosense Remix) 09:15 Bacaro - Under Presure 09:12 Wave Wave Feat. Evie - Real 09:08 Christopher Von Deylen - Infinity 09:02 Worldwide Groove Corporation - Besame Mucho 08:59 Lstn, Arya Noble - Desert Walk 08:56 Agatino Romero - I'm Feeling For You 08:51 Vargo - Get Back To Serénity (J. Bar Mix) 08:43 Martin Roth - An Analog Guy In A Digital World 08:39 Above & Beyond Feat. Zoe Johnston - We're All We Need 08:32 Kruder & Dorfmeister - High Noon 08:27 Goldfish - Love Everlasting (Extended Mix) 08:23 Nora En Pure - Homebound 08:21 Gamper & Dadoni Feat. Joe Jury - Satellites 08:17 Blank & Jones - Alone In This Rhythm 08:10 Relaxraum - Endless Horizons 08:07 Mike Candys, Sb Mont & Salvo - Turned To Dust 08:04 Dvine - Ever After 07:59 Troels Hammer Feat. Clara Valente - Ai Meu Bem 07:55 Schiller & Tricia Mcteague - Guardian Angel 07:51 Alina Baraz & Galimatias - Fantasy (Felix Jaehn Remix) 07:46 Tosca - No More Olives 07:38 Mashk & Soul Button - Pensées 07:32 Beyhude - Terso 07:27 Naomi - Anybody Here? 07:24 Robin Schulz - Above The Clouds 07:20 I Will, I Swear - Long Days 07:17 Sum Wave - Backyard Stories 07:13 Nora En Pure - Dry Sobbing 07:08 Channel 2 Feat. Tanya - Space Cowboy 07:03 Blank & Jones - Sunshines Better (Feat. Mick Roach) 06:58 Tebra - Suton 06:52 Orbient - Transition 06:47 Lyke - Stay With Me 06:42 Schiller X Tricia Mcteague - Miracle 06:38 Aromabar - Winter Pageant 06:34 Kygo Feat. Will Heard - Nothing Left 06:31 Paul Oakenfold, Bolier, Luis Fonsi - The World Can Wait (Bolier Remix) 06:25 Tosca - Natural High 06:22 Eelke Kleijn - Midnight Affair (Samaha Slow Edit) 06:17 The Funky Lowlives - Time To Let Go 06:12 Schiller - White Nights (Don't Let Me Go) 06:09 Feder & Ofenbach Feat. Dawty Music - Call Me Papi 06:04 Danijel Kostic - Vinternatt (Club Mix) 05:58 Deep Dive Corp. & Setsuna - Transatlantic 05:55 Sono - Trusting You 05:47 Eskadet - Solitudes 05:43 Valante - Rissa 05:41 Gil Glaze Feat. Dante Thomas - West La 05:36 Moca - Flotter Tag 05:34 Alok & James Arthur - Work With My Love 05:32 Alok Feat. Alida - Love Again 05:27 Alan Walker & Gavin James - Tired (Kygo Remix) 05:25 Bolier & Arman Cekin - Fade Away (Feat. Rhi'n'b) 05:22 Sixth Finger - If I Can't Have You 05:19 Nto (Fr) Feat. Sofiane Pamart - Invisible (Piano Version) 05:15 Chicane - Capricorn (Back Pedal Brakes Remix) 05:11 Chris Coco - Before Sunset (Original Mix) 05:05 Shakedown - At Night (Afterlife Remix) 04:57 Boral Kibil - Never Again (Bobby Deep Mix) 04:54 Lost Frequencies Feat. Sandro Cavazza - Beautiful Life 04:51 Lost Frequencies X James Arthur - Questions 04:47 Julian Wassermann - Painfully 04:44 Mila - Herzlos 04:42 Dj Antoine & Flip Capella Feat. Evelyn - Dark Love 04:39 Lost Frequencies Feat. Love Harder - Beat Of My Heart 04:34 Schiller - Ultramarin 04:31 Dj Antoine Feat. Craig Smart - Good Vibes (Good Feeling) (Dj Antoine Vs Mad Mark 2k19 Mix) 04:27 Guardner - All Right 04:24 Ten Tonne Skeleton - Feel So Bad 04:16 Maxim Lany - Riding The Wave (Extended Mix) 04:09 Melosense - Road & Lights 04:02 Miyagi, Sascha Braemer, Dan Caster, Jan Blomqvist - Woodpeckers Love Affair 03:59 Alle Farben & Flynn - I Need To Know 03:53 Tom Odell - Another Love (Zwette Edit) 03:47 Lazy Hammbock - Surround Me 03:44 Robin Schulz & Alle Farben & Israel Kamakawiwo'ole - Somewhere Over The Rainbow / What A Wonderful World 03:40 Coldplay - Everglow 03:35 Christopher Von Deylen - Opaque 03:29 Plaid - Ralome (Feat. Benet Walsh) 03:24 Lstn - Times Of Sorrow 03:17 Lexer & Paji - Red Puddle 03:14 Junge, Junge Feat. Jamie Hartma - Wicked Hearts 03:08 Schiller - Der Goldene Engel 03:04 The Presets - Promises (Nils Frahm Version) 03:02 Mellowdy - Rise Up 03:00 Buchs Feat. Nokyo - Cheverolet 02:54 Nicos - Secret Love 02:49 Sans Souci - Venice 02:46 Leony - Faded Love (Noøn Remix) 02:41 Blank & Jones - Give It To Me 02:37 Ck West - Aldebaran 2021 02:35 Luca Schreiner Feat. Johnny Chicago - Its All Gonna Be Good (Junge Junge Edit) 02:32 Starley - Lovers Strangers 02:29 Munich Monstrs - Shine 02:18 Aural Float - Dreamer's Dream 02:09 Christopher Von Deylen - Heaven Can Wait 02:02 Hraach & Armen Miran - Nowhere 01:56 Schiller - The Future Iii 01:53 Jeremy Loops - Til I Found You 01:50 Tom Staar & Cedric Gervais - Playing Games (Mixed) 01:45 Ingo Herrmann - Sundown 01:42 Alex Zind Feat. Lisa Schwab - Cruel Summer 01:36 Röyksopp Feat. Susanne Sundførd - Oh, Lover 01:32 Robin Schulz & Marc Scibilia - Unforgettable 01:30 Max Johann & Layrz - Tell It To My Heart 01:25 Cecilia Krull - Agnus Dei (Benny Benassi & Bb Team Remix) 01:22 Peter Ries - Hold Me (The Force Radio Mix) 01:18 Sofi Tukker X Mahmut Orhan - Forgive Me 01:14 Five Seasons - In Your Town 01:07 Jean-michel Jarre - Equinoxe, Pt. 4 01:03 2raumwohnung - Wir Werden Sehen (Paul Kalkbrenner Remix) 00:58 Stefano Saletti & Piccola Banda Ikona - Tagama 00:53 Christopher Von Deylen - Euphoria 00:47 Nora En Pure - Trailblazer (Club Mix) 00:44 Be Svendsen - Drop The Gun 00:41 Colorblast - Message In A Bottle (Colorblast Version) 00:39 Srtw & Mave Feat. Sønlille - Last Train Home 00:35 Schiller - Liebe 00:31 Ac Venture - Penang Waltz (Roberto Sol Remix) 00:21 Moby - Too Much Change 00:17 Blank & Jones - Nuits Blanches 00:13 Mefree - Horizons 00:09 Galantis Feat. Onerepublic - Bones 00:07 Ofenbach & Ella Henderson - Hurricane 00:02 Two Lanes - Pièces Froides: Ii. 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