#rip finneas you were a good one

[all-the-golden-roses]

Okay but someone tell me why the first image of Benevolence that popped into my head was just this mf

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[tightjeansjavi]

Burning in a Hopeless Dream

Boston QZ: Part 13

“I can’t breathe”

Joel Miller x f!o/c

A/N: I couldn’t pick just one gif for this chapter 🫠 sorry, not sorry. Also, I support Joel Millers rights, and his wrongs.

Summary: 20 years have passed since out-break day. Joel hasn’t heard from his younger brother Tommy in 3 weeks. He’s terrified of the thought of losing the last member of his family. You’re afraid that you’re losing him entirely.

~word count: 5.8k~

Warnings: implied age gap, established relationship, so much fucking angst I’m so sorry. Swearing, mean! joel, protective! joel, dark! joel, possessive, joel!, violent actions have violent consequences! joel, fluff (if you squint and use a damn magnifying glass) gaslighting, arguing, brief mentions of death, graphic violence with a knife, feelings, emotions, anger, rage, (+18) minors dni !

Songs for this chapter:

“i can’t breathe” by Bea Miller

“Poison & Wine” by The Civil Wars

“exile” by T-Swift & Bon Iver

“As It Was” by Hozier

“Rage” by Samantha Margret

“I’m a Mess” by Ed Sheeran

“Feels Like We Only Go Backwards” by Tame Impala

“How to disappear” by Lana Del Ray

“Arms Of A Stranger” by Niall Horan

“Till Forever Falls Apart” by Ashe, FINNEAS

Year 2023. 20 years after out-break day : Boston QZ

Joel Miller always struggled dealing with loss of any kind. It started with losing Sarah. The grief, anger, anguish he felt in the last moments he had with her while she faded in his arms. He didn’t want to go on after that. What the fuck was the point when the world had fucking ripped his baby girl from his arms. He struggled with the possibility of losing you. Seeing you nearly bleed out on the kitchen table, his hands stained with your blood. It was too fucking much. If you would have died that night, surely he would meet his end shortly after. He knew the feeling all too well.

For the past two years, shit had been pretty sweet. Almost, too sweet. You refused to let yourself get caught up in the possibility of things going south with Joel. You wanted to live in every fucking moment you had with him. Carefree, happy, in love. You knew deep down that this wouldn’t last. You would have been naive if you believed nothing would ever come between you and Joel. The fucked up world you lived in, and the horrors that existed within, would always be there. Haunting you.

You trusted Joel with your life. He had given no reason for you to not put your full devotion into him. In more ways than one, you had saved each other. That trust mattered so fucking much to you. You were loyal to a fault. It was your fatal flaw.

Joel had been contacting his brother frequently. Tommy was the last of Joel’s blood and he would be damned if he would end up losing him too. Joel didn’t like when he felt like he had no control over a situation. It drove him up a fucking wall, devoured him skin and flesh till only his brittle bones were left. The fear of losing those he loved deeply, was constantly on his mind.

Joel had not heard from Tommy in three weeks. Three fucking weeks. He went and checked with the radio guy everyday. It was the same response of “we’re talking to the tower everyday. Nothing from Tommy.” This was not good enough for Joel. He needed to know that his younger brother was safe, that he was alive and well. Why the fuck wasn’t he responding? His mind instantly went to the worst possible outcome; Tommy being dead. It’s all he could think about.

Today with him he brought freshly rolled cigarettes, carefully tucked away in his coat pocket. He wanted answers, and he intended to get them, one way or another. He wasted no time to cut the line of other QZ residents waiting to send their message out. He didn’t care. He found himself with his elbow leaning over a rusted metal shelf. His patience was growing thin as he stood there, looming. He had a habit of playing with his fingers, picking at the dry skin around his cuticles, till they would crack and bleed. You had taken notice that he was doing this frequently now.

When it was finally his turn, he wasted no time to walk over. Plopping down into the chair with a thud as he reached into his jacket pocket and slid over the rolled cigarettes, his elbow resting along the worn wood.

“Nothin? Is there any chance it’s comin’in at night? You’re sleepin, you miss it?” Joel asked.

“When I’m sleeping, Gabriela listens, or my son.” The man spoke as he lit the cigarette, tossing the lighter to the side as he took a short inhale. The tip of the cigarette burning bright orange. “If Tommy responded, we’d know.”

Joel didn’t like the answers he was receiving. Not one fuckin bit. There had to be more information, there just had to be.

“And you’re talkin’ to the tower?”

“Every day, Joel.”

Bullshit is what he thought.

“They gave him your message, they haven’t seen or heard from him since, and that’s it.”

Lies.

“It’s been three fuckin weeks. It’s never taken Tommy more than a day to respond. Do you get that? Cause i’m startin’ to think that you ain’t seein’ the problem here.”

The man sighed, leaning forward as he held the cigarette off to the side, the smoke billowing upwards. “Joel, I'm sure Tommy is alright.”

“Show me where the tower is.”

“Joel, you can’t be serious. The tower is in Wyoming. You’re a capable guy, but there are worse things than infected out there.”

“You think I don’t fuckin realize that?” He scoffed. Crossing his arms over his chest, his jaw clenching tightly as he ground his teeth together.

“There are raiders, there’s slavers…” He trailed off.

“But you’re “sure” Tommy’s okay? Joel asked, his brow raised.

“It’s, uh, it’s the Cody tower…Q-bar 4, but I don’t know exactly–”

Joel was already up from his chair and leaving. He got the information he needed, now to devise a plan, leave the QZ, and find Tommy.

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Joel had no plan. No fuckin clue how he was going to get to Wyoming, but he would be damned if he didnt try. He was well aware that he wasn’t spending a lot of time with you these days. You both were working shit FEDRA jobs. Different hours, and by the time either of you would make it home, you both were too exhausted to speak.

You had known for the past few weeks that something was up with Joel. You didn’t want to pry, or make him feel like he had to tell you what was bothering him. You wanted him to come to you, tell you himself exactly what was going on. You couldn’t deny the fact that not knowing what was going on, was hurting you. It felt like he was purposely pushing you away. You didn't want to assume the worst of your lover, but it was hard not to when he was stumbling in hours past curfew, piss drunk. He would sleep with his back facing you. You wondered if this was exactly the way Tess had felt when she realized she was losing him.

You were barely sleeping most nights. Always waiting up for him, waiting for his return. You’d pretend to be asleep when the bed would dip down from his weight on it. You’d secretly pray that he’d wrap you up in his warm, strong arms finally. The moment never came and you felt so cold, so empty. You bottled it up, allowing it to devour you from the inside out.

One particular night, Joel had come stumbling in, a bottle of half drank whiskey in his grasp. He was high off something. Whatever pills he could get on. Pills that he had smuggled in for ration cards. He didn’t give a damn about his next meal. He just wanted to numb his feelings. Bury them so fuckin deep, that you, his sunlight, would never be able to reach them.

You could hear the sound of his keys clanking on the kitchen table. The front door locking shut. Then, his footsteps. His boots were heavy on the creaky floorboards. You heard his approach just outside the bedroom door, could hear his mumbling as he pushed it open, revealing your curled up form under the covers. The moonlight from the window casting a soft glow against your face. You looked beautiful, you always did.

You could hear his staggered, heavy steps. The bed dipped down beside you as he slowly sank down, the bottle of whiskey held between his knees as he leaned over and whispered, “you awake?”

You let out a sigh as you rolled over so you were facing him. Your eyes slowly fluttered open as you watched him bring the rim of the bottle to his lips, taking a long swig. “Am now.”

He was reaching for you immediately, tugging the covers that enclosed you from him.

“I need you baby, my sweet girl. Please, please, please.”

“Need to feel you.”

“Need to feel your skin on mine.”

“Please.”

“Please, baby. I’ll make you feel so fuckin good. I got you, you got me, Remember?”

He sounded half broken, teetering on the edge from the whiskey on his tongue, and the impending thoughts of losing the only person left in his blood family.

You sat up, grasping the covers between your fingers as he tried to tug them from your grasp.

“Joel, what’s wrong? What happened?” You spoke on the edge of caution given his intoxicated state.

“No. don’t wanna talk. Don’t wanna feel anythin ‘cept you.”

“Joel, you’re drunk and clearly upset over something–”

He cut you off. “M’sober enough to know that the only thing I want right now, is you. You gonna deny me that, sweet girl?” He slurred.

You found yourself at a loss for words. Your eyes focused on the bottle clutched his grasp, his knuckles turning white from the tight hold he had on the bottle. For a moment, you were afraid that it would shatter in his palm. He looked at you, his dark brown eyes glazed over, emotion swirling behind his darkened pupils. He brought the rim of the bottle up to his lips, taking another long swig as he stared through you. The look he gave you sent an un-welcomed chill down your spine.

You reached for the bottle, not wanting him to use liquor to cope with whatever it was that he was actively going through. You brought your hand around his wrist as you gently pried his fingers from the tight grasp they had on the bottle. He didn’t move to stop you as you took the bottle from him, placing it down on the nightstand, next to your knife, and far from his reach. You had kept the flower crown that you made him 2 years ago. The flowers were wilted and dried, but the memory remained. Alongside was the polaroid photo of you and Joel in the field of wildflowers. Now, just another distant memory.

“Enough of that, okay? I know the liquor is good. I know it helps, I know it brings you comfort, but you’re not gonna sit here and hide from me, okay? Please, Joel. Tell me what’s going on. Let me help you, please.”

“S’okay. Can just get another bottle. M’not gonna fight you. Love you too much to do somethin like that. Would be hurtin myself in the process, more than I already have.”

You were reaching for his face, gently sliding your warm palms around his cheeks. Your thumbs were lightly stroking the highest points of his cheek bones. He averted his eyes from your gaze then. He didn’t want you to see him like this. Anger started to simmer, bubble, blister in the pit of his stomach. You shouldn’t be taking care of him like this. He should be taking care of you. He was supposed to be the strong one, the tough one, the protector. Especially now. He didn't believe that he deserved your comfort, not now. Not when he was like this, a shell of a man.

“You don’t want me like this, honey? You don’t want me anymore?” He spoke with a low drawl, his words slurring together.

“Joel, don’t start with that. You damn well know that’s not true.”

“Then why can’t you give me what I want? I ain’t askin’ for much. Why can’t you give that to me? Why won’t you let me? You’re breakin’ my fuckin’ heart baby.”

“You’re drunk, Joel. I can fuckin taste the whiskey on your breath from here. I’m not gonna take advantage of you when you're in this state. Do you hear me? You deserve so much fuckin more than that.” You tried to coax him to look at you, dragging your fingers against his jaw, but he wouldn’t budge.

He scoffed under his breath, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. “Since when has a little liquor stopped us, huh? Sweet girl, just tell me that you don’t want me anymore. S’okay, I can take it. I can handle it. Gotta leave this shit hole soon anyway.” He admitted.

“Those times were different Joel, and you know it.” You continued to gently hold his face, hoping that somehow you could get through to him. “Please stop saying that I don’t want you. That’s fuckin bull, and if you’re gonna act like a fuckin asshole right now–What’re you talking about leaving?”

“Tommy. I haven’t heard from Tommy in three fuckin weeks. He could be dead for all I know. He could be fuckin’ dead, and I ain’t gonna sit here and not do somethin’ about it. I found out that the radio tower is in Wyoming. I’m gonna trade some shit for a car battery, find a truck outside the QZ, and I'm gonna go find him.”

You let out a deep, slow sigh when Joel finally told you the reason why he was piss drunk and acting this way. Maybe you hadn’t lost him after all. Maybe, just maybe.

“You’re not going alone Joel. You’re not going to Wyoming by your fucking self. Don’t think for a second that i’m going to let you go on a suicide mission like that.”

Joel couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, his head dropping between your hands for a moment before he lifted it slightly to look up at you. “It ain’t your fuckin choice to make ‘darlin.” You’re not gonna stop me, and I ain’t leavin’ my fuckin’ brother out there Gwen. You just don’t fuckin get it, do you?” His tone was harsh, jagged and laced with venom. He placed his hands over your small ones and ripped them from his face as he staggered up from the bedside.

“I never said I was going to stop you Joel. All I said was that you’re not fucking going alone. The fuck do you mean I don’t get it? What don’t I understand?” Your heart clenched in on itself from how he was speaking to you. You felt like a cornered animal, fearful of what was to come next. Teeth bared, snarling, with fear stricken eyes.

“You ain’t have any family left to understand.” He knew he struck a nerve with you just by the way your face immediately fell. You were visibly taken aback. His words sliced through you, cutting your heart up into tiny pieces, piercing your lungs.

“Fuck you. How fucking dare you–” You paused with your hands balling up in fists at your sides. “I may not have any fucking family left Joel, but that doesn’t mean that you get to stand there and tell me that I don’t understand what you’re going through.”

His jaw clenched harshly through the soft, casting moonlight. His own hands were at his sides, balled up in fists. All he wanted was your comfort. He nearly begged for it, but you wouldn’t give in. Why wouldn’t you give in? Let him bury his feelings away, deep between your legs. Your denial etched deep into him, reaching the cavern of his heart. He’d never force you, never would dare harm you.

He never learned how to handle loss well. He found it so easy to slip back into his old patterns. They welcomed him in with tender touches, warm whispers, as darkness enclosed around his heart.

His boots were heavy on the creaky floorboards as he took a few steps towards you. He didn’t speak, and he refused to meet your eyes as he reached around you, snatching the bottle back up from the nightstand. For a brief moment, he thought about giving in. Apologizing for being so mean, so cruel. Allow himself to crumple in your lap, and soak his heavy tears against your chest.

He didn’t want that. He wanted to suffer through his feelings, alone.

“Joel..” Your voice was hesitant, timid, nervous. There were tears already threatening to spill over as you struggled to hold them at bay.

He didn’t say a word. Even as your hand reached out for his wrist, eyes pleading with him. He didn’t give in. He was already walking back to the open doorway, bringing the bottle up to his lips as he took another painful swig.

“Why are you doing this? Baby, why won’t you let me help you? Please…you don’t have to go through this alone. I got you, you got me, always. Remember?”

“M’sleepin on the couch.” He finally responded. “Want to be alone, and if you know what’s good for you, you won’t follow me.”

“Joel…”

“You fuckin deaf or somethin ‘darlin?” I said, leave.me.alone.”

Your emotions boiled over, tears blurring your vision as you reached for your knife on the nightstand. Gripping the familiar handle in your grasp. in one swift movement, you threw your knife at the door, purposely missing his head. The blade embedded into the worn, paint peeled door. The edge of the blade just barely grazed his ear, drawing blood from the thin skin. You had warm tears streaming down your cheekbones, your breaths heavy as Joel looked at you, stunned.

He reached his hand up, brushing his finger tip against his ear, feeling a cool wetness. He brought his finger down, observing the droplets of maroon against his skin. He chuckled, amusement in his tone.

“You missed.”

He yanked your knife from the door.

“It was on purpose Joel. You damn well know how good my aim is.”

He hummed lightly as he twirled the knife with ease. “You picture stickin’ me between the eyes when you threw it?”

“No. I imagined it nailing you in the fucking heart, you asshole.”

“Ouch. That really hurts, sweet girl.” He twirled it once more, looking at your broken, beautiful face. His presence was no longer looming in the doorway. He was gone.

You did not see Joel Miller for the next 4 days. You counted every single fucking one of them.

You waited up for him each night, praying he would come home, he didn’t. Night four you were worried something had happened to him. Your spiraling mind immediately goes to the worst possible outcome; Joel, dead in a ditch somewhere. Second outcome, he found someone else. Someone that wasn’t you. No. There was no fucking way he found someone. He would never. You kept telling yourself that neither outcome was true. It was hours past curfew, the streets were quiet as you packed your bag. Grabbing your spare knife, and pistol. You were wearing one of his flannels as you headed out into the darkness of night to find him.

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*one day prior*

Joel was pissed. (surprise, surprise). He was furious with himself, and you. Mostly himself, for being a goddamn fucking asshole. It was easy to continue to drink the pain away, numb all his feelings. Maybe he could consume so much fucking liquor, he could forget what your face looked like.

That was a laughable thought to have. You were unforgettable. Mother fucker, were you so goddamn unforgettable. The worst part? He was reminded of how cruel he was to you each time he looked down at your stupid fucking knife. The handle was well worn, but when he saw your initials carved into the thick wood, he lost it. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.

He needed something, someone, to let his anger explode out on.

All it took was two QZ residents to look at him the wrong way. Long enough that he didn’t even think of the consequences of his actions. Fuck the consequences. Fuck FEDRA, fuck the Firefly’s, fuck the infected, and fuck this world.

He followed the two suckers down an alley, hearing them laughing about god knows what. He recognized them. One of the fuckers had given Tess and Bea dirty looks for holding hands in the community center. The other? Had the hots for you. Unashamedly would check you out while you were working alongside Joel. Two excuses for human beings is all he saw as he crept down the alley. His footsteps were light, quiet, unheard.

He had only meant to teach them a lesson. Rough ‘em up a bit. Cuts, bruises, black eye maybe a broken wrist, or two. Then he heard the one guy say your name. Joel Miller was seeing red. These fuckers didn’t stand a chance. Your knife in his grasp as he spilled the filth of their crimson blood along the concrete.

It was a reckless decision, spur of the moment, and fueled by his rage. He would pay the brutal consequences of his actions, shortly after.

The tip of his knife was dripping with the congealed blood of his victims. His breaths, heavy and jagged as he came to his senses.

Too late.

“Fuck.”

Shouting, FEDRA soldiers, the wind whipping in his ears as he ran.

Had he left the crime scene quicker, he probably would have escaped. Not only was he out past curfew, but he had just brutally murdered two QZ residents. Whoops.

It didn’t take long for the FEDRA fucks to catch him, rough him up, and throw him in lockup. His life was spared simply for the fact that he had two of the soldiers wrapped around his finger, all because of a packet of pills.

The amount of liquor in his system numbed his pain receptors. He couldn’t feel shit as he was thrown into a cell.

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*present time*

You were incredibly cautious as you headed out onto the dark streets. You knew your decision to go looking for Joel past curfew, was a reckless one. Did you care? Not one fucking bit.

You flattened your back against a crumbling brick wall as two FEDRA soldiers passed, talking amongst each other.

“You know he doesn’t deserve to live, right? You saw what he did, man. There was so much fuckin blood.”

“He’ll get what’s coming for him eventually. If we kill him, who the hell is gonna keep getting us high?”

“Fair point.”

You were silent as their footsteps sounded further and further away. You knew they were talking about Joel; your Joel. You let out a soft breath as you crept from your hiding place. Joel had killed two people; fact. Joel was also alive, and that’s all you could think about now.

You knew exactly where Joel would be. So you waited outside the building, silently devising a plan for how you were going to bust him out of there, before FEDRA could change their mind.

Your silent thoughts were interrupted when you heard a heavy metal door creak open, the sound of a grunt, followed by a thud of a body hitting the concrete. You knew right away that it was Joel.

He was pulling himself up from the concrete, staggering to his feet and by his posture alone, you could tell he was in pain. “Motherfucker.” He grunted to himself.

You made your presence known as you appeared from behind the wall. He didn’t see you at first, but when he heard stray rocks crunching beneath boots, he was on high alert.

“Joel.”

He whipped around, nearly giving himself whiplash from the fast movement. Your voice was all too distinguishable.

“What in god’s fucking name are you doin’ out here?!” He was already walking towards you, his eyes locked on yours.

“Are you fuckin’ insane ‘darlin? Or are you just fuckin’ stupid?” He continued, waiting for you to flinch from his tone, or take a step back. You did neither.

“You tryin’ to get your ass thrown in lockup too?! Fuckin’ answer me Gwen!”

He was close enough now that you could see his split upper lip, ugly purple and blue bruising along his beautiful jaw, and his black eye. In a fury, you had grabbed his face in your palms gently, searching his eyes.

“Who the fuck did this to you?”

He was taken aback by your gentle touch, he expected you to be rough on him from the way he treated you, but you were the complete fucking opposite.

“Who fucking did this to you Joel?!” You harshly whispered.

He chuckled as he looked into your eyes, “FEDRA. Got thrown in lockup, obviously. Now answer me. What the fuck are you–”

You cut him off, ignoring his question. You knew the answer as to why he was thrown in lockup. You wanted to hear it from his own mouth, in his words.

“What the fuck did you do to get thrown in lockup?” You demanded.

He sneered at you. His face hurt from the movement but he didn’t care.

“Wouldn’t you like to know ‘darlin.”

You let go of his face and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, harshly yanking it.

“Yeah, cowboy. I would fuckin like to know.”

He leaned in, his breath hot on your face as he spoke, “killed a couple of fuckers with your knife. Felt fuckin good. Thought of you as their blood spilled out on the fuckin’ concrete. Thought of you the whole time baby.” He spat.

You didn’t even skip a fucking beat from his confession. You already knew the truth after all, and there was no reason for you to be shocked.

“Yeah? You thought of me? Did they deserve it?”

“Didn’t like the way they were lookin’ at me. Wanted to teach ‘em a lesson, and I got carried away. One of ‘em gave Beatrix a dirty look for holdin’ Tess’s hand a while back. The other? He had the hots for you. Always lookin’ at you, checkin’ you out. They both deserved it.”

“Y’know you can’t just go and kill people cause they looked at you the wrong way Joel.”

“I know, but I'd be lyin’ to your face if I told ya it didn’t feel good. They were scumbags, and they had it ‘comin.”

“Did you really have to go and kill them with my knife though?” You asked, your hands were still gripping the collar of his shirt tightly.

“Considerin’ you threw it at my fuckin’ head, yeah. Felt poetic.”

You let out a sigh, loosening your grip on him slightly, your anger was still simmering.

“You gonna’ answer my question now? Gonna’ tell me why in the hell you’re out here past fuckin’ curfew nonetheless?”

“You haven’t come home in 4 fuckin days Joel. I was worried that something had happened. That you were fucking dead in a goddamn ditch somewhere. I’m perfectly aware of the consequences of being out past curfew, Joel. I don’t care about the consequences. I just had to make sure that you were okay.”

He was in disbelief. His brows were furrowed in as you explained yourself.

“What’re you doin’ givin’ a fuck about me after the way I treated you, sweet girl. What is fuckin’ wrong with you? You shoulda’ been wishin’, prayin’ that I was dead.”

You laughed, your voice cracking slightly because how could this man be so fucking stupid?

“What makes you think that I wouldn’t care? You think that I can just erase you that easily, Joel? You think for a second that I wouldn’t fucking come looking for you?”

He opened his mouth to speak, no words were formed, he looked like a fucking blubbering fish.

“Save it. I don’t want to hear you say some bullshit about how I deserve better. I’m too good for you, blah blah blah. Fucking swallow those words right now Joel.”

He clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth together.

“Yes ma'am.” He whispered.

You wasted no time grabbing his hand, taking him back home, despite his protests.

The shower started shortly after you arrived home. Your movements were slow, gentle, careful as you removed his shirt from the hem. You found new scars blooming on his beautiful skin. Despite the fact that you were emotionally hurt by this man, you refused to let him suffer alone. You pressed a light kiss to his soft tummy, just above the navel.

“Baby Doll, what’re you–”

“Shuddup Joel.”

You tossed his shirt to the side before you undid his belt buckle, listening to the clanking of metal as you carefully shimmied his jeans down his legs with his boxers. You kept your gaze locked on his eyes as you discarded his clothes. You ignored the feeling of his hands along your waist, his own touch was delicate, comforting. You pushed his hands off of you as you gestured to the shower.

“Get in.”

“Gwen, please–”

“Get in the fucking shower Joel.”

He let out a pained sigh, bringing his hands down to his sides as he stepped under the cold stream of water. It felt like knives and needles stabbing into his back all at once.

You were already turning on your heel, attempting to leave till his hand reached out, wrapping around your wrist as he pulled you under the stream with him.

“Joel what the fuck are you doing–”

“Please. Please, darlin’ don’t go. Please, I'm sorry.” He begged, his tone rasping.

Your clothes were already being soaked through as he pulled you into his chest, holding you firmly against him.

“Please don’t leave me.”

You let out a sigh, slowly turning around in his arms so you were facing him.

“Apologies are not going to fix this Joel.”

“I know honey, I know. I promise I will make it up to you.”

You didn’t respond. Instead, you reached around him and grabbed what was left of the bar of soap. You gently wiped away the dirt, dried blood, and filth from his skin. You let him hold you, but you refused to fully give in. He was smart enough, respectful enough, to not try anything funny.

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The nightmares started shortly after you brought Joel back home. Each night they got worse and it killed you inside to see him suffer like this. You were torn up. Joel had hurt you, you hurt him and it was beginning to feel like a vicious, endless cycle.

On this particular night, it was storming. The wind howled as the heavy rain pelted against the windows. Flashes of bright, white lighting struck against the black sky, and rumbles of thunder followed shortly after. You could hear Joel mumbling in his sleep, his back facing you. He mumbled Sarah’s name, Tommy. His tone was strained, pained. “You’re okay. Please, you’re okay. Move your hand, baby.” “Tommy, help me!” He was twitching under the covers, his body was trembling, there was cold sweat dripping down his bare back, chest, and forehead.

You wanted to pretend that you couldn’t hear his mumbles, his pained cries for his dead daughter and assumably alive brother. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block him out entirely, but you couldn’t. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop caring about this man.

You rolled over so you were facing his back and placed your hand between his shoulder blades. Your fingers splayed across his sweat soaked skin.

“Joel. Baby, wake up.” You whispered.

You received no response, even as you gently shook him.

“Joel. wake up, you’re having a nightmare. Wake up baby, it’s okay. I’m here. I’m here.”

You shook him once more, a little firmer this time and he suddenly shot up from under the covers. His eyes were wide, frantic as he looked around. His wild gaze finally landed on you. His chest was rising and falling harshly, his nostrils flared and he looked like he was in a daze.

“Joel. Hey, honey. It’s okay. You’re okay, you’re safe.”

He was reaching for you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he yanked you to his chest, pulling you into his lap.

Your thighs instinctively wrapped around his hips as you brought your hands up to his face, gently holding his cheeks in your warm palms, while his sweaty forehead rested against yours.

“Sarah..she–she. My baby girl–”

“I know baby..I'm sorry.” You gently stroked your thumbs against his cheekbones as his tears began to freely fall, his body still trembling under your gentle grasp.

“Tommy he–he.”

“He’s alive Joel. I promise you, he’s alive.”

“We don’t know. We–we don’t. He’s all I have left of my family. He’s the only one left.”

“I know he is Joel. I know, and I understand. You’re safe, and you don’t need to go through this alone. Okay? I know how you feel right now baby. I felt the same things you are feeling right now, after they died.”

He pulled back slightly, his brows furrowed in as he looked at you.

“Tell me how they died, please. I-I–want to know.”

“I had to kill them, Joel; My parents. It was just the three of us at one point. I was twenty. Came home one day, everything seemed normal. We were sitting around the dinner table and they were..something was off. They had this..this dead look in their eyes. They weren’t talking and then, I just knew. I fucking knew they were infected. I had no time to mourn Joel. They lunged at me and I took my knife, and killed them. Their only child, their only daughter, killed them. I left Michigan after that. Left the ranch, left my home, and never returned.”

Joel was at a loss for words. He could not even begin to fathom what you had gone through. He felt entirely guilty for saying that you couldn’t understand what he was going through. You knew his pain all too well. He held you as close as he physically could. His grip around your waist was firm, yet gentle. God, he felt terrible.

“Honey, baby, I'm so sorry..I’m so sorry that you had to go through that.”

“Joel, please do not feel sorry for me. Okay? I did what I had to do to survive. It was either me, or them. I was left with no other choice.”

“I don’t care, my sweet girl. You should have never had to go through that.”

“I endured it, Joel. I mourned, I moved on. Ran right into you. The point is, you shouldn’t feel alone. You don’t have to be, okay? Please don’t push me away. I know how easy it is to dig yourself into a hole, let the walls cave in. I know exactly what you’re feeling, and I am right here for you. I’m not going anywhere.”

“We have to do somethin’ I can’t just leave him out there Gwen.”

“I know. That’s why you and I are going to go look for Tommy, together. We’re gonna get that car battery, leave the QZ, and go to Wyoming. I’ll go anywhere with you. I got you, you got me, always.”

He took a deep breath, while he allowed your words, and the significance they held, wash over him.

He gave you a small nod, stroking his thumbs along the soft skin of your lower back.

“You got me, I got you, always.”

It was true, you’d follow Joel Miller, your fellow, your guy, anywhere.

Chapter 14:

#joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us #pedro pascal characters #joel the last of us #joel miller fic #joel miller the last of us #joel miller angst #dark!joel miller #joel miller x original character #joel miller x oc #tlou oc #tlou fanfiction #tlou #joel tlou #joel miller imagine #the last of us imagine #pedro pascal fanfiction #tlou hbo #joel miller x female oc #joel miller x f!oc

[infernalodie]

𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 || 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡

“𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨?“

Inspo: Belle - Million Miles Away

Pairing: Billie Eilish x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: She may have messed up, but you would always be the one to bring her back...

Warnings: Angst and fluffy as hell.

Words: 1546

“Why are you always like this, Y/n? It’s the last show. Why can’t you just wait?” Billie’s annoyed tone stung like a heated blade to your flesh. Delicate and sensitive to the pain she may not have intended to inflict on you. It wasn’t purposeful, but it still hurt nonetheless.

“I- I just can’t help it!” You wept. “I don’t like being alone.”

Billie huffed, moving around to the door. She was late for her show and she couldn’t deal with you right now. She was tired and ready to take a needed break from touring before she would have to start working on her next album. Whatever problems you had would need to be put on hold.

But right before she could exit, you caught her wrist. And without much thought, Bille ripped her hand from your grasp, accidentally hitting you. It took a long pause of Billie staring down at you. Her eyes were wide as she caught yours filled with tears whilst holding your cheek. A tight rope wrapped around her throat as she choked and stumbled over her words. Mind unable to process her own action.

By the time she figured out and was able to construct a string of words, you were already sprinting out of the green room. Tears spotted across your cheeks that hit the floor. Leaving a trail that Billie had no hope of following to make up for her mistake. And in a single moment, she saw every little moment spent with you flash behind her eyes. Your smile, laugh, voice, and beautiful eyes. Your voice rang through her head like a broken record repeating her name. “Billie. Billie. Billie…”

“Billie!” The superstar flinched at her brother’s sudden entrance into the green room. Her hands were tight around her phone as she looked up at Finneas. He jutted his thumb over his shoulder with a frown. “We got the show- What’s up with you?”

“Nothing. Let’s just get this over with.” Billie brushed past him, and down the rather narrow and dusty halls.

It’d been a year since you left without a trace. You had booked a flight home back to Toronto after the incident. Billie tried to call and text, but you had changed your number without any chance for your girlfriend to apologize. She wasn't even sure if she had the right to call herself a girlfriend after what she did to you.

What she was sure of was the fact that she should’ve stayed with you a little longer. Gave you her time and attention to get whatever you needed off your chest. The separation had always been hard for you and she wished she took that into account before she ever went on tour.

This particular tour was ending with the stadium you had always wanted to perform in, Great Strahov in Prague. After this, she could be back in L.A. sitting in her own self-pity and feeling like absolute shit for losing something as sweet as you. Because if she was being honest, nothing had been the same since you left. Her life was on a constant loop. Each day began to fade into one another and look the same- it was breaking her down. And the time away from touring would only make it worse.

And going on stage was beginning to seem more like a hassle than it did before. At least when you were here, she didn’t have to hide her feelings from her fans. Now, she had to keep herself together until she was done where she would sob in her green room. Thinking of how good it would’ve been with you backstage waiting for her. Wondering how you would react to the stadium being jampacked and sold out. Your dream performance. She wishes you could see this. The countless phones in the sky and the sheer earth-shaking volume of the fans. Would you cry? Would you perform one of your songs on stage? Share this special moment with her. She wasn’t sure, but she wished she could have the answers.

She just missed everything you brought to her life. The countless great memories you gifted her were like a little orb that would begin to break off with each memory experienced. But she felt like there was so much more than what she had. An entire life with you that had yet to happen because of her actions. Did she deserve it; no. But she did believe that you deserved the world and everything in it. If she had the chance, she would give up the money just so she could have you back.

Now, that was all gone and she had to try and carry this guilt on her shoulders until she got over you and accepted herself. But she didn’t think she deserved that for herself. The images of you and her with kids living on a farm somewhere didn’t help either. They may be fantasies, but they were very true for a short time.

The show was slowly beginning to come to an end and Billie was sweating. Trying to give everything to the fans for this last show before she would be away working for a while. But in some way, she thinks the fans know that she was going through it. The news of her breakup shocked the world and it sent a shockwave through her fanbase that she hadn’t seen before. So, as much as she tried to give, they were given right back.

Billie took a moment and sat on stage. Panting as she tried to catch her breath. But the lights began to slowly fade, which made her glance around in confusion. She saw a few girls near the front reaching into their pockets and pulling out a small little orb. Whispering to one another as Billie’s frown deepened.

“Like glimmers in a flower. Like jewels in a dream.” An angelic voice played through the speakers and in Billie’s ear. The crowd began to scream in excitement for something that Billie had yet to understand. When she glanced back at her brother, she found him away from his instruments and standing nearby. A soft smile on his lips as he motioned for her to continue to watch. “The sky breathes life, love to everything.”

Looking forward, Billie saw a faint orange glow in the distance with one of the headlights above starting to glow brighter. “At times I've thought "I'm not enough". The chains that tied my heart.” That single orange glow moved down the center of the stadium in a slow walk. Billie had no idea who it was or what was going on, but she was beginning to relax. The voice soothed her to a rather tired and emotional state that was causing tears to sting behind her eyes. ”But there's still a path that lies ahead for you and I.”

The crowd's screams were growing louder, but they were masked by the instruments and voice that continued to project through the speakers. “Memories fade away. Clouds of yesterday. With no one to love. Is this life worth living?”

“Come back to me, and stay by my side. I feel my heart shake. Come, ease this ache.” Unable to comprehend or understand what was happening until the first glow got closer and finally met the small walkway. Slowly walking up the steps whilst singing. I'm standing over here, reaching for you. A million miles away, come back and stay.”

The large screens on either side of the stage slowly turned on with you there, singing. Here. Right now. Standing at least 10 feet away, it felt a whole lot more. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you stared at Billie with the happiest smile she had ever seen you with. Billie couldn’t contain the grip of her mic falling from her grasp as she placed both her hands over her mouth.

“No matter how far the memories may be. When I close my eyes, you're all that I see,” you sang, growing closer to Billie, who shook her head in disbelief. “Come back to me. A million miles away, come back and stay.”

Standing face to face, Billie couldn’t help but latch onto you. You did the same, beginning to sob into her shoulder as your arms tightened around her. “I love you. I never stopped loving you, Billie.” Your reassurance only made her break further as you held her up. Like you always did and would continue to do.

Pulling away and holding her face softly. Her eyes filled with tears as she hesitantly looked up at you. Seeing you smiling softly as your thumbs brushed across her cheeks, ridding the tears from her.

“La-la-la-la,” you sang softly, voice cracking as Billie joined in. “La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.”

Lights across the stadium from the little orbs those girls had pulled out started to glow brightly. Creating an ocean of lights that took Billie’s breath away when she looked. The entire crowd began to sing the same melody. Only faint keys from a piano playing faintly in the background.

Cupping her face once more, Billie looked up at you. “No matter how far we may be. No matter what happens, baby. I’m always going to love you.”

#billie eilish x reader #billie eilish imagine #billie eilish fanfiction #billie eilish x you #billie eilish x black!reader #billie eilish x black!fem!reader #billie eilish x black fem reader #billie eilish x black reader #Billie Eilish #x black reader #x black!reader #x black!fem!reader #x black fem reader #poc reader #x poc reader #x fem!reader #billie eilish x fem!reader

[vibingandthrivingouthere]

list of lyrics that destroy me completely when i think about aziracrow

"You know the distance never made a difference to me. I swam a lake of fire, I'd have walked across the floor of any sea. Ignored the vastness between all that can be seen, and all that we believe. So I thought you were like an angel to me" Unknown/Nth, Hozier

(or just all of unknown/nth to be honest)

"We've been living on a fault line, and for a while, you were all mine. I spent a lifetime giving you my heart, I swear I'll be yours forever, till forever falls apart” Till Forever Falls Apart, Ashe and FINNEAS

"I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you. Take me back to the night we met. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you. Oh, take me back to the night we met" The Night We Met, Lord Huron

"For all that was said, of where we'd end up at the end of it. When the heart would cease, ours never knew peace. What good would it be on the far side of things? It was too soon, when that part of you was ripped away. A grip taking hold, like a cancer that grows. Each piece of your body that it takes" Francesca, Hozier

"I would not change it each time. Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I" Francesca, Hozier

A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes. I screamed aloud as it tore through them and now it's left me blind. The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out. You've left me in the dark, no dawn, no day. I'm always in this twilight in the shadow of your heart. And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat. I tried to find the sound, but then it stopped and I was in the darkness. So darkness I became" Cosmic Love, Florence + The Machine

"Small talk, he drives. Coffee at midnight, the light reflects the chain on your neck. He says, "Look up", and your shoulders brush. No proof, one touch, but you felt enough" "One night he wakes, strange look on his face. Pauses, then says, 'You're my best friend'. And you knew what it was, he is in love" "And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars, and why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words" You are in Love, Taylor Swift

"I've waited a hundred years, but I'd wait a million more for you" Turning Page, Sleeping at Last

"One bright morning goes so easy. Darkness always finds you either way. It creeps into the corners as the moment fades. A voice your body jumps to calling out your name, but after this I'm never gonna be the same and I am never going back again" First Light, Hozier

"You and I burned out our steam, chasing someone else's dream. How can something be so much heavier, but so much less than what it seems? Darling, we sacrificed, we gave our time to something undefined. This phantom life sharpens like an image, but it sharpens like a knife" Who We Are, Hozier

"You say, "I don't understand, " and I say, "I know you don't". We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't. Remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light. Now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time Do I throw out everything we built or keep it? I'm getting tired even for a phoenix, always risin' from the ashes, mendin' all her gashes. You might just have dealt the final blow" "And I'm fadin', thinkin' "Do something, babe, say something" "Lose something, babe, risk something" (you're losin' me) "Choose something, babe, I got nothing to believe unless you're choosin' me" You're Losing Me, Taylor Swift

"Say what you want, but say it like you mean it with your fists for once. A long, cold war with your kids at the front, just give it one more day then you're done" "Head full of whiskey but I always deliver. Jesus, if you're listening, let me handle my liquor. And Jesus, if you're there, why do I feel alone in this room with you?" American Teenager, Ethel Cain

"Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death, good God, let me give you my life" Take me to Church, Hozier

"you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever" "I had the fantasy that maybe our mismatched star signs would surprise the whole school, when I ended up back at our class reunion walking in with you. You'd be more than a chapter in my old diaries with the pages ripped out. I am standing in a 1950s gymnasium and I can still see you now" "I broke my own heart 'cause you were too polite to do it. Waves crash on the shore, I dash to the door. You don't knock anymore and my whole life's ruined" Suburban Legends, Taylor Swift

Literally every word of Say Don't Go by Taylor Swift

#this list is not exhaustive #i will be adding to it as i continue to listen to my aziracrow playlist #this playlist slaps so hard #aziracrow #good omens #i made this list instead of studying

[finelinevogue]

Hey Ellie!

I was wondering if you could do a blurb based off the song 'A Concert Six Months From now' by Finneas?

hiiii! i'd never heard of this song before but then i searched the lyrics and BOOM inspiration! (also.. why is this basically just ‘love you goodbye’)

Your favourite band were playing again.

Music was a big love of your life. You could search through any genre and always find a song that you loved within. Your vinyl collections were extensive and your CD collection even better. Your favourites even had their own special glass box to protect them. What was better than listening to the music on a radio system or vinyl player, was the the buzz and electricity of hearing it live.

It was like your whole body awakened and never wanted to shut down. A mixture of flashing lights and warm bodies and the rush of alcohol coursing through your system created the most perfect, euphoric, feeling.

Tonight was a good night so far. The music was better than ever and so were their voices. The drinks were cheap so you'd taken your fair share of rounds. The people here were so nice and you enjoyed introducing yourself to people that you'd never see again after tonight. It was so fun-feeling.

Until you saw him in his band t-shirt and ripped denim jeans. Again.

The sixth song had just started playing - some up-beat one about feeling good and having sex - when he made his way over to you.

God, did he look better than last time too. He had grown facial hair now, hiding his defined jawline and cheekbones with some scruff and perfectly topping it off with a moustache. He even had on a blue baseball cap with something about Fishermen on it. He looked really fucking hot, but this was not necessarily a good thing.

"I was hoping that you might be here again." He smirked, coming to stand next to you through the swaying bodies.

"I never really thought about you." You replied sharply.

He chuckled before leaning in. "You did, baby. You did."

He leaned back and ran his eyes over your body, you little red dress not leaving much to the imagination. If you were being completely honest, you were counting on him being here tonight so you could show him what he was missing. What he could've had if he actually cared.

"You're so full of yourself. I didn't think about you anymore than you cared about me and my feelings that night." You bit back, turning around and walking away from him.

You knew his eyes would be following you and possibly the curves of your body, but for the first time you really didn't care. He had hurt you a year ago and you weren't going to be so quick to forget.

"Can I offer to buy you a drink?"

Your turned on your barstool and came face to face with a charming looking man. He was wearing a band t-shirt and denim jeans. He was clean shaven and had the most stunning eyes your'd ever witnessed. His body and arms were a bit sweaty, no doubt because the venue for this gig was so small and yet there were so many people here.

"Depends. Are you here for the music, or are you here to just pick up girls like me?" You questioned, needing to know his motifs first.

"The music, but let me assure you that there are no girls like you here." He leant in a little closer as he spoke, and the smell of his aftershave is what you later blamed your intoxication over him on.

"Then I'll have a glass of red wine please."

The rest of the night was passing by slowly. You couldn’t concentrate on having fun when all you could think about was him being here. Him in his perfect clothes with his perfect face and just perfect everything. He was everything you could possibly want in a partner, but you’d made the mistake of thinking that last time too.

Your bodies were glistening with sweat as you both came down from your orgasmic highs.

Your whole body was entirely spent. You barely had any energy to thank him for such a good evening. After a couple of reds, you had ended up getting very frisky with him until you were ready to head back to his place. He had been such a gentleman all evening, paying for your drinks, helping you walk in your uncomfortable shoes whilst drunk and even paying for the Uber to get to his. He was so kind and a fucking God in bed.

He laid next to you, arm underneath his head and the other resting across his chest. His chest was heaving, much like yours. He was so beautiful and you would gladly wake up next to him in bed like this for the rest of your life. You’d be even more glad to have another opportunity to ruin him like this again.

It was now 3.A.M and you were unsure whether you were going to go for another round, whether you could cuddle up next to him and sleep or whether you should go. You definitely didn’t want it to be the last option. 

“So should I put my number in your phone?” You asked, turning to look at him. He looked back at you with confusion.

“Why?”

“In case we want to do this again.”

“In that case, no thanks.” He looked back at the ceiling. 

At first you were going to let it go, but you weren’t the kind of woman to allow yourself be walked all over. “Are you fucking kidding?” 

“What?” He asked, himself getting pissy now.

“You’re telling me you didn’t feel any connection with me tonight? Physical or emotional?” 

“I mean, sure a physical connection since I was balls deep inside of you, but not emotional no.” 

“Charming. Seriously.” You laughed sarcastically, moving the covers off of you and collecting your stuff together. 

“Where are you going?” 

“Far away from you.”

It was unfortunate really. He could have been really lovely and such a good boyfriend, but he was so emotionally reserved for some reason. 

Your favourite song came on and you were pressed against the wall of the dingy club/bar. It was just as gross in here as it was last time, only there seemed to be more people in here this time. The band was growing and they weren’t just your little secret anymore. You were happy for them, but it felt like yet another thing that wasn’t yours anymore. 

Harry appeared in front of you, blocking your view of the band. He held out his hand for you, his drink not in sight. He even took your glass from your hand and put it on a table to the side. 

“What’re you doing?” You asked, annoyed.

“Offering to dance with you.”

“I don’t want to dance with you.” You huffed, trying to look around him and back towards the band.

“I know, I know. But I also know that this is your favourite song and you’ve always wanted to slow dance to it, even if it’s the most upbeat song they’ve written, because you love a good oxymoron. Another one would be a dickhead getting to dance with a kindhearted human being.” 

Fuck, he was good with his choice of words. You wanted to hate what he had said and turn down his offer, but it was too personal to pass up. 

“Just to be clear, you’re the dickhead.” Your comment made you smile and your smile made Harry chin-up too. 

You took his hand and allowed him to lead you to a small space within the crowd. The rest of the crowd was bouncing up and down around you two, but for you and Harry the only thing you were focused on was each other. He looked too good not to look at him. 

His hands slipped around your waist and yours rested around his neck. Your fingers subconsciously played with the hair at the back of his neck below his hat. His gaze was too intense for you to hold for long periods of time, so you blushed and ducked your head to rest against his chest. You smiled to yourself as you allowed the both of you to sway to the up-tempo music. You didn’t care that you probably looked stupid, you were just so happy to be here. With him.

One of Harry’s hands left your back to reach for your chin, pulling it up to return your gaze back to his. His thumb padded over the corner of your lip, pushing and swiping it over the skin.

“Sorry. Your lipstick was smudged.” He was so close to you that it wasn’t even necessary for him to shout over the music to you. You liked reading his lips anyways, since it meant you could have an excuse to study them some more. 

“It’s okay.” You nodded, feeling like you were forgiving him for more than a lipstick smudge.

You held gazes for a bit longer, before the tension was too much and you both had to do something about it. He was too fucking hot not to.

He leant down to you and just before his lips could reach yours, your anxiety spiked and you grabbed for his hat instead to distract him. Taking his hat off his head, you put it on your head instead. It made you giggle, looking at how flat his hair was on the top of his head from clearly wearing this hat all day. 

“Quit it, would you?” He smiled, reaching for his hat with both hands. Your hands went to intercept his, trapping them underneath yours on your head.

“It’s mine now.” You laughed again.

“It’s yours if it’s going to make you keep smiling like that, love.” He broke his hands free, leaving his hat on the top of your head. He smiled, studying your face for a moment more, before he turned around to leave the crowd. 

“Where are you going?” You shouted, feeling a little lost without him next to you.

“Song’s over.” And he left the crowd.

It fucking hurt. 

Leaving his apartment it really fucking hurt. 

He was supposed to be nice and kind and hot and everything. He was so good at talking to you and getting you to open up, but then he had to go and be a dick about it all. You thought he was different, but he was just like every other man. There for a good shag before leaving you to find a new someone tomorrow. 

Your heart shouldn’t have hurt this bad but it did. You seriously thought you’d built something up with him. He was so interesting and in return such a good listener. It was nice to be able to talk to him about everything and anything, especially the conversation you’d had over some chips and gravy after the concert. 

It’s inevitable everything that’s good comes to an end, or something like that as someone once told you.

You were starting to feel that hurt again and you really hated it.

He wasn’t going to be the one that got away this time. You weren’t going to call it quits this time and you were going to try your hardest to make Harry see it that way too. Sure, you were an optimist. An optimist with an open heart that was waiting for someone like Harry.

Building up the courage you walk through the crowd and tried to find Harry. You went to the bar first, thinking he might’ve needed a drink to wash away any emotions he might’ve just felt then, but he was nowhere to be seen. Next, you went down the corridors to the toilets but there was no sign of him there either. Your anxiety started to build up as you thought about him leaving and you never seeing him again. You thought about all the unsaid things between you and him. 

You ran outside the building, but there was no sign of him still. Your hands started to shake, your lip trembled and your eyes started to water. 

This couldn’t just be it could it?

Running back inside you were completely oblivious to everyone you ran into. You ran back into the crowd, circling around a few times as if you might catch sight of him, but no. Some tears fell down your face and you groaned at how this was making you feel. Pushing through the crowd you thought this was it, until he was standing right in front of you. Looking worried, if anything.

“Where were you?” You both said at the same time.”

“Hey woah. What’s up?” He noticed your tears and reached his hands out for your cheeks to brush them away and off your pretty face.

“Listen. I don’t even know your fucking name so I do feel really stupid announcing myself like this. But my name is Y/N L/N and I really stupidly fucking like you. I fell for you a year ago and I thought that I would be fine with letting you go, but tonight just reminded me of how much I like you and wish I could be with you. A year ago you didn’t feel the same, but if there’s any change that you might have changed your mind...”

You couldn’t finish your words before his lips were on yours. His hands that were already on your cheeks, pulled you so much forward that your heels were pulled off the ground to reach his height. Your hands went straight for his hair, pulling and tugging at all the curls that you could catch. You moaned with his alcohol infused lips on yours, a messy mix of saliva and drink. He tasted too good and he tasted familiar. It was amazing and you could’ve cried from how homely it felt. It was stupid that you felt like this, but that’s how he made you feel.

He pulled away reluctantly, but only because he could tell you were holding your breathe and he really didn’t want you to pass out on him yet. 

“I only came back for my hat.” He joked, making you laugh. “But maybe it does look better on you.”

“It doesn’t.” You shook your head knowingly.

“Well I cant’ exactly say that, right before I tell you that I like you too. Can I?” 

“You do?” You felt like your breathing had stopped by this point. 

“I was a dickhead, as we’ve established, last year. I regretted it the moment you left my apartment, not taking your number that is. I just have scary commitment issues, yet when it comes to you it all feels so easy. You make it easy and you make me want to enjoy falling in love with someone. Like, God Y/N, I really like you and I came here tonight with the smallest hope that I would see you again and get to tell you. I don’t expect forgiveness, but I hope I get a chance to prove that I’m willing to be here. To stay.”

“Okay.” Was all you said.

You pulled his hand so he was following closely behind and questioned you. “Okay?” 

“So, what’s you name?” You asked, ignoring him for the time being as you walked out of the bar together.

“Harry. My name’s Harry.” 

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #ask finelinevogue #harry styles fanfic #finelinevogue #harry blurb #harry oneshot #harry styles concept #fic rec finelinevogue #fic rec harry styles #masterlist harry styles #angst masterlist harry styles #harry styles blurbs #harry styles angst #harry styles dilf

[mageofseven]

Lady Natalona Abalam

(Obey Me OC)

This is an OC I originally created in Diavolo's story for MC's surprise birth (found here) but have also included her my oneshot about Mephisto getting jealous over another noble (Nat 🥰) flirting with MC (found here).

Since she is an OC I feel I will keep including in my stories in the future, I wanted to properly introduce her to you all since I love her so much 💕

Full name:

Natalona Mariya Valeriya Abalam

Nicknames:

Nat, Natty

Sin:

Lust 😘

Appearance:

Long white hair with ash grey highlights and matching horns. She has sweet and innocent looking lilac eyes, deceiving little orbs that have gotten her virtually anything she wants.

She is about the same age as Diavolo and Mephistopheles.

Family:

Mother- Boudica Brei (Dearg-Due) Abalam. Also known known as Duchess Abalam and Grandleader Abalam, but prefers the title Matriarch Abalam, the one that signifies her attachment over her family instead of her power or political leadership. Sin: Pride

Younger sister- Saoirse Euna Finnea Abalam. First name pronounced like 'Sir-sha'. A recent RAD addition as she only just became of age. Can always be found next to her sister Nat, but never saying a word. Rumors have spread long before her attendance at the academy that the youngest Abalam sister may or may not be mute, but no one has yet to get this confirmed, not even the teachers. Has no notable titles or affiliations in or outside of school, but is generally known for being around (other than her sister) Prince Diavolo and Beelzebub (he found her crying one day when she lost her sister so he gave her one of his cookies. Since then, she follows him around whenever she loses sight of Natalona and the big dude is okay with it). Sin: Gluttony

Father-

More info:

Lady Natalona is the oldest daughter of Matriarch Abalam, the Grandleader of the Aldatu political faction in the Devildom, a position her [CENSORED] once held before [CENSORED].

Under Matriarch Abalam, and with the support of Lord Diavolo himself, the party, the Devildom, and most importantly, their family has seen their most peaceful and prosperous time in a long time, something that wasn't always guaranteed in their family.

Natalona is someone very well-known in the Devildom, but not just for her family name or history. This lust demoness is known for her gentle beauty and a gaze that can lull anyone to find peace within themselves.

She's is also famed for being Asmodeus', the Avatar of Lust's, 'first' when he came to the Devildom. The two cuties bonded quickly and had a very long standing friends with benefits relationship that very naturally just melted into a regular friendship when Asmo got into a serious relationship (I often write him getting with MC and Solomon after all lol).

Outside of Asmo, Nat is also close with Lord Diavolo, both personally and professionally. The two knew each other as kids, though weren't friends yet back then. Back when they were children and King Marik still had the royal family aligned with the Traditionalist faction, the two didn't have many opportunities to be around each other, but when they were, Dia was always surprised at how genuine her kindness seemed and how lax she was with etiquette in those days.

One day, the two skipped out on the early half of some 'peace' meal to go climb trees in the gardens. The poor, naïve prince made the mistake the reaching out to take a leaf off her dress--by her butt.

Little Nat, briefly forgetting they were up high, shoved him away (her mama taught her right and told her where others cannot touch and princes aren't an exception), causing Dia to fall out of the tree.

Luckily, boy gots wings that he mostly knew how to use at this point so it was all good.

Nat ripped her dress rushing down from the tree to check on him though, resulting in both children getting scolded, but checked over by Barbatos. In the end, the butler fixed her dress and told the little noble girl he'd keep this a secret from her parents this time, but no more after this (lies, this softhearted man does this for her a couple more times the next hundred or so years). It is a memory the noblewoman and Diavolo laugh about to this day.

Professionally speaking, Natalona also works with the prince in place of her mother. Boudica hopes for her daughter to enter the world of politics and replace her as faction leader someday as to keep the power she has accumulated for her family and hopes getting her daughter to help out now might make her more willing later. She also believes the prince may be more willing to be persuaded by a beautiful woman around his age rather than one near what his own mother would be at this point, if the devil had given her such time at least. If nothing more, Nat is very good at her job and Dia likes working with her though she doesn't know for sure if politics are really what she wants to deal with for the rest of her life.

Another noteworthy relationship of hers is with Mephistopheles--but it's not a positive one. His parents run the opposing political faction, something that never mattered much to the woman, but has mattered very, very much to that 'insufferable' man as she thinks of him. Whether as kids or as adults, he is always in her business, always judging her every move, especially when it comes to Lord Diavolo. Like dude, I'm sorry your boyfriend is calling me and not you; take it up with him and just chill.

Some less notable but still fun 'relationships' of hers are with Lucifer and Beelzebub.

Oh dear devil, does this woman have the hots for Lucifer. The Avatar of Pride is respectful to her for work reasons and because Diavolo asks him, but her flirting is so excessive to that it is borderline aggravating some days. Luce has little to no interest in the noblewoman at this time, but that will not stop Nat in the slightest.

With Beel, it's a mix of things. Yeah, he's hot and she flirts with the guy. Big guy doesn't some to pick up on it most of the time though. Makes it this games with Asmo; if Beel can actually tell she's flirting with him at any point in the day, Azzy has to buy her dinner sometime...it doesn't happen a lot; in truth, no matter what she says or what others tell him, Beel only sees Nat as 'Saoirse's nice sister'.

Which leads into the other reason she likes this this man: he takes care of her sweet baby sister 😭 Yes, her Siri-girl is grown up now, but she is...sensitive. Her sister gets lost easily and doesn't like being alone and the fact that this big guy looks out for her till she can track her little sister down really warms her heart 💕

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me oc #obey me Nat

[amostfoolishgold]

Lazuli doesn't carry weapons. Any time she's asked, she has an excuse ready to go. Fighting isn't allowed on the faction isles, she can't aim to save her life, a sword would ruin this outfit, isn't that what I keep you around for darling? But this is the truth of the matter:

The man says something. Lazuli barely even hears the actual words. Something about the points of her ears and her mother maybe. What she hears is the derision lacing it. She doesn't even really register what she's doing until he's pinned to the wall by her hand at his neck. She flexes her hand, makes sure he feels the press of claws. He goes gratifyingly pale when he tries to push away from the wall and finds her grip unyielding.

"I am going to give you one chance to reconsider that statement or, well, it has been a while since I last ate properly."

She could lure him. Coat her words in siren magic and force him to agree, but that's hardly effective long term and (more importantly) she doesn't want this to be easy for him. He nods quite frantically.

"I didn't mean- it was stupid, a stupid joke it won't- it won't happen again I swear!"

Lazuli smiles, a shark's smile with all those sharp teeth on display.

"Good lad. See that it doesn't."

She loosens the grip on his neck. Before he can really move, she slashes her other hand across his stomach. Not deep, he'll be fine as long as the doctors here are half decent, but he still screams and there's still a satisfying spray of blood. There's a handful of startled sounds around the tavern and the distinct sound of many hands reaching for various weapons. Lazuli pokes the man with her foot where he's crumpled over to clutch at his stomach.

"Call that a reminder."

She peers at the embroidery on his coat and the emblem pinned to it.

"Any Kestrels want to make sure your guy here doesn't bleed out?"

There's a moment of absolute stillness before a pair of Kestrels begrudgingly abandon their drinks and drag the guy to his feet. Lazuli gives them her most charming smile and layers just the tiniest bit of magic into her voice. Just enough to smooth some feathers.

"Thanks, he should be fine, just get him to a doctor."

She turns back to the table she had been perfectly happy sitting at and gives her companions an apologetic smile.

"Sorry about that, what were we talking about?"

She licks the blood off her hand while being openly stared at, and she really might have to reconsider the whole not killing humans anymore thing because wow she'd forgotten how they taste.

"...can't you get kicked out for fighting on the faction isles?"

Finneas looks a little green as he speaks. Lazuli shrugs.

"I'd hardly call that a fight." That earns her a little chirp of a laugh from Neb, but a Look from Joanna. "Besides, I'd like to see them try and get rid of me. I've got some bad news for them if they try and make me walk the plank." She pauses. "And if I can't talk myself out from in front of a gun then frankly I deserve to get shot. Anyway! Jo, you said something about meteors?"

Joanna's face does something complicated, but eventually settles into a flush and she sighs.

"Alright, so-"

---

Blatantly yoinking ocs for this one lmao. Joanna belongs to @pacificwaternymph, Neb to @solsearchingnights, and Finneas to @finnified (unnamed bastard also belongs to finn because I was picturing Dante, I just couldn't really figure out a way to. State that that's who he is lmao)

I do have uh. Nicer snippets partially written but I realised I hadn't given Lazuli a weapon and then the image of her ripping some guys throat out with her teeth wouldn't leave me alone but I figured that was a bit much for a chill night out y'know?

#my writing #lazuli the heron #joanna the nightingale #finneas the kite #drake the kestrel #piratesona #pirates smp #scurvyblr

[dizzydancingdreamer]

Hey, I love you!

So I wanted to do something to show my appreciation for you all! You guys are always in my inbox, always hyping me up and making sure I’m okay, and I am so terrible at messaging people and jumping in people’s inboxes but I wanted you guys to know that I love and appreciate you all!! Please don’t think I don’t, I know I’m bad at responding!!

Anyway I did a fun lil thing-- here are some aesthetics and songs we could fall in love too!! They’re songs that I think either fit your vibes or have pretty lyrics that I like and it’s all in good fun!! Pretty songs for pretty mutuals!

Also I’m not putting this under a cut so y’all can deal with the long post 

@activist-af​ : My forever partner in crime, please run away with me and elope

Streetlights on Mars (Stripped) | Jackson Penn

“Even if we don't know where we are

Falling so hard

Here in the dark

This is the start”

--

Better Together | Jack Johnson 

“Yeah, it's always better when we're together”

--

Alone Together | Fall Out Boy

“'Cause I don't know where you're going,

 But do you got room for one more troubled soul?”

--

I Miss You | Blink 182

“Hello there,

The angel from my nightmare...

We can live like Jack and Sally

If we want”

--

Meet Virginia | Train 

“Well here she is again on the phone

Just like me hates to be alone

We just like to sit at home, and rip on the President”

--

@elijahs-wife​ : ultimate cool girl vibes, step on me please I beg

Winona Ryder | Picture This

“And I get nervous when I am around her

'Cause I worship this woman from the ground up

And I'd do anything just to spend a while

Anywhere when she's there”

--

She Is | The Fray

“She is everything I need

That I never knew I wanted

She is everything I want

That I never knew I needed”

--

Let’s Fall in Love for the Night | FINNEAS

“Let's fall in love for the night

And forget in the mornin'

Play me a song that you like

You can bet I'll know every line“

--

Sex & Candy | Marcy Playground

“In platform double suede

Yeah there she was

Like disco lemonade”

--

Chariot | Gavin DeGraw 

“Your favorite fruit is chocolate covered cherries

And seedless watermelon, oh

Nothing from the ground is good enough”

--

@imaginearyparties : Sweet beyond measure and reliable, let’s picnic

Line Without a Hook | Ricky Montgomery

“She's a, she's a lady, and I am just a line without a hook"

--

Honeybee | The Head and the Heart 

“I can't imagine how my life would be

If all your gravity did not hit me

Oh, don't you see?

Darling, my honeybee”

--

If You’re the Coffee | The Arcadian Wild 

“If you're the milk,

I'm the cookie. 

If you're the coffee, 

I'm the cream”

--

The Saltwater Room | Owl City 

“When we're apart whatever are you thinking of?

If this is what I call home why does it feel so alone?

So tell me darling, do you wish we'd fall in love?

All the time, all the time”

--

She’s so High | Tal Bachman

“She's so high

Like Cleopatra

Joan of Arc

Or Aphrodite”

--

@hellotvshowtrash​ : A mama mia, rollercoaster, ride or die friendship and I am so down

better with you | Virginia To Vegas

“But I know all these memories I hold onto

Would’a been better with you”

--

Sister Golden Hair | America 

“Well, I keep on thinkin' 'bout you, sister golden hair surprise

And I just can't live without you, can't you see it in my eyes?”

--

What Am I | Why Don’t We 

“And one day we could be

Maybe more than two lost souls just passing by”

--

I Will Follow You into the Dark | Death Cab for Cutie 

“If Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied

Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks

Then I'll follow you into the dark”

--

Mr. Jones | Counting Crows 

“She's suddenly beautiful

And we all want something beautiful”

--

@dumble-daddy​ So cool it’s almost intimidating, supportive rockstar, need I say more?  

Accidentally In Love | Counting Crows 

“So she said what's the problem baby

What's the problem I don't know

Well maybe I'm in love”

--

Glycerine | Bush

“It must be your skin, I'm sinkin' in

It must be for real, 'cause now I can feel

And I didn't mind, it's not my kind

It's not my time, to wonder why”

--

head first | Christian French 

“You hit me like a tidal wave, I'm falling off

You got me hypnotized, mesmerized

Wrapped around your finger”

--

Count on Me | Bruno Mars 

“If you tossin' and you're turnin' and you just can't fall asleep

I'll sing a song beside you

And if you ever forget how much you really mean to me

Every day I will remind you”

--

Green Light | Lorde

“But honey I'll be seein' you 'ever I go

But honey I'll be seein' you down every road”

--

@mikaelson-emma​ : Literally the sweetest person, 10/10 would cuddle

Sweet Pea | Amos Lee

“Hey, sweet pea

Apple of my eye

Don't know when, and I don't know why

But you're the only reason I keep on coming home”

--

Heart’s Content | Brandi Carlile

“We bite our tongues

And our fingernails

We fall in love

And we don't fall out

Maybe we speak too soon”

--

Tee Shirt | Birdy 

“In the morning when you wake up

I like to believe you are thinking of me

And when the sun comes through your window

I like to believe you've been dreaming of me”

--

She’s Good | Ron Pope

“Like the remnants of this whiskey

She'll keep clouding up my mind”

--

Vanilla Twilight | Owl City 

“I'd send a postcard to you, dear

'Cause I wish you were here”

--

BONUS-- SONG FOR ALL OF Y’ALL: 

She’s So Lovely | Scouting For Girls 

“I love the way she bites her lip

I love the way she shakes them hips

I love the way she makes me drool

I think that she is beautiful”

#Dizzy loves her mutuals #why are you all so amazing??? #all my love #cym sort of #support your local mutuals

[vyglitchcraft]

The Hacker X Cavalier Gantz- Neon Spray Paint

Authors note: Erron/The Hacker is by @horrorslashergirl and Gantz is mine also i am not good at writing anything and i absolutely feel bad writing this, this is going to be awkward af

Song Inspiration: New Girl by FINNEAS

Warning: Smut, brief mentions of snuff filming and blood, dub-con, virginity lost/first time, daddy kink

Word Count: 2.2k

“Are you always this prone to bad luck and violence? If so, that’s kind of sad." that's a quote that's stuck in The Graffiti Assassin's head of course that's because if they weren't so violent and unlucky this wouldn't happen.

They looked out the car window as raindrops falls on to the glass calming them down "fuckin' hell it's pretty cold ain't it? I'm surprised that you can keep warm with that hoodie of yours" Gantz crossed their legs and leaned back in the chair, softly sighing.

They met some time ago, Gantz was just finished killing a target but unfortunately they weren't really in a good mood that night. The target had escaped enough time to piss them off which they took out by shredding the target to pieces and unfortunately The Hacker was walking nearby and saw them, Gantz facepalmed themselves at that mistake till this day.

"we're here, let's go" they sighed and opened the door.

It was still raining but the air was nice enough that the can tolerate for a while "Cav stop spacing out, follow me" they nodded and followed Erron

"Yo where are we?" they looked around the building, it was unfamiliar and large. They entered using the emergency stairways and climbed up, reaching the destined floor.

It was easy to realize that this was a hotel but it makes sense that he would do this, wanting to be untraceable and all that. "Do you like it? Paid good money for this" he opened the door to their room and stepped in. The door automatically locked behind them and the room was dark, only letting the light of the streets below to pour in.

"not into the expensive shit but i can deal with it" they sighed, cracking their neck before walking down with him.

"really only one bed? I guess you knew i ain't stayin' here long ay?" Gantz chuckled as they walked to the fridge rummaging for drinks.

The Hacker placed his bag on the desk in the corner of the room, grabbing his phone and scrolling through it before stopping at a message they both had

CG: yo uh Erron i need help with something, can you track down this person for me?

Cyber: what do i get in return?

CG: like i know, we'll discuss it later and I'll think about

Cyber: you better not be late or you're going to get something you won't like

GC: don't worry, I'll get it on time promise, heck I'll share my prize with ya

GC Last seen 03:25 at XX-XX-XXXX

He showed the message to Gantz which they promptly went wide eyed "you forgot didn't you?" a loud "tss" sound came from their mouth, they reached to their pockets and pulled out a stack of money, they counted it before handing it to him "five grand...Is that enough?" the Hacker chuckled behind his mask "sorry doll face but the price got raised for keeping me waiting"

They looked around the room, tongue clicking with nervousness and annoyance "whaddya want me to do? Give ya another grand? Kidnap a girl for you maybe?" he hummed amusingly. Stepping closer to them to place the money on the desk "oh I've got something else in mind baby, and it's not what you think it is" they ran back to the door trying to escape but ending up getting caught by him pulling them by the back of the collar.

"now walk to the bed slowly or I'll make it worse" he kept his hands on their shoulders, forcing them to follow his orders. "you better have those cameras off or I'll gut you like a fish"

"oh don't worry darling, cameras all off, just me and you" he tilted his mask to the side to show a small LED that's turned off, obviously connected to the micro cameras he had imbedded in his purge mask.

"now come here and sit on daddy's lap" he said seductively, they clicked their tongue and followed his order. "this is humiliating" they closed their eyes, refusing to see their reflection.

"Gantz, look at the mirror, this is a punishment afterall" one of his hand traced their hips, moving up to their coat and zipping it off. His hand moved under the shirt they had left and took off the bandages they had on to flatten their chest, he grabbed one of their breasts, rolling the end between his finger tips "guess the rumors are right, you are a new girl, you even got these babies right here, fuck pierced too, tell me how big are they?" under the mask Gantz was more than flustered, they bit their lips as to not let any noise escape "D....They're Ds, i had to wear those so they don't get in the way" they say through gritted teeth, their hands squeezed the bedsheets like a life line.

He took off their top wear, lifting their arms and ripping it off leaving them topless. Their body was lean yet muscular they were covered with bruises and wounds, some old and some new. Their arms were full of tattoos, covering from shoulders to wrists. "what's wrong baby girl? Why are you trying to hide this from me? Are you embarrassed that everyday you get reminded of all the pain you felt? Don't worry, i love it" he palmed their breasts, the other hand tracing the bruises on their waist.

"i just wanna scratch your surface, i wanna feel your all you're grooves, i can be your needle, I'll lick your wounds too, you can be my new girl, just wanna play with you" his voice smooth like silk, they shiver at the feeling, they weren't denying, his voice was soothing and worst of all they needed him inside them.

His hands traced the hemline of their pants before pushing it down to the floor with a thud "naughty girl, you're so fucking wet just from me groping you, do you want me that badly? Guess you paid me late just for me to punish you huh?" the tone he said that in was mocking, laced with venom that stung Gantz's ears "f-fuck you, I'll kill you later" they whispered their eyes shut closed.

He laughed at their anger, resting his head on their shoulder "oh i know you won't, if you kill me, you'll miss me" he pushed inside to of his fingers, moving with a torturously slow pace while his thumb circled around their clit. "Gantz, remember look at the mirror and don't cum until i said so"

They opened their eyes, staring at themselves in the reflection, they couldn't recognize themselves at all. "JUST FUCK ME YA POSH IDIOT! JUST DO IT please"

He wiped their tears that started to pour "shh no need to yell, that wouldn't be fun wouldn't it? I'll give you prize if you be a good girl, sounds good?" they nodded as they climbed off his lap.

They sat between his legs. With a bit of hesitation they unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock. They tilted their mask above their head, enough to block their face from Erron's angle but enough to have access to their mouth. They licked their lips, jacking the cock in their hands and spreading the beading precum that's beading out of the tip. They wrapped their tongue around the base, licking up to the tip where they slowly try to fit all of him inside their throat. The feeling of cold metal against their tounge piercings was driving both of them mad. They jacked their head up and down his length, tracing a zig-zag pattern on the base.

"fuck, you're good, i was right when choosing you, you better take all of me baby girl" he tangled his fingers between their hair, pushing them down onto his shaft. In instinct they covered their mouth with their hand and swallowed. They positioned their mask back like it used to, covering the bottom half of their face.

"i guess i should keep my promise, you've been really good, you didn't even touch yourself, nice" he patted their head, untangling their hair and patting down.

He grabbed their hips, resting them on his lap. They wrapped their arms and rested them on his shoulders "i still hate you, you know? I ain't gonna forget about this just because you touched me good, you'll need to work harder to make me like you" they traced the middle of his mask, tracing their finger down his nose and lips while he grabbed their thighs, slowly grinding them on him.

Erron rested them on the bed, placing himself between their legs. "please go slowly, it's my first time" their voice barely a whisper. He cupped their mask tilting their head to look at him "don't worry darling, daddy's gonna be gentle with you"

Erron rubbed the tip to their opening, slowly inserting himself about halfway through. Gantz winces in pain while trying to get used to his size "are you alright? I'll start to move" they nodded.

He moved in a slow pace at first "you're doing good, fuck you're tight, you're practically sucking me in"

Of course with The Hacker nothing can be wholesome, not even for a while "I'm going to BREAK YOU" Gantz's eyes went wide as Erron sped up his pace making rougher.

"NO NO WAIT DON'T!" they tried to stop him but can't. He holds their hips with a tight grip surely leaving bruises the next morning.

Their breaths were heavy as the pain started to turn into pleasure. One of his hands cupped their one of their breasts while he moved his mask away from his mouth to suck and lick on the other, swirling around the sensitive bud.

With a scrape of the teeth, Gantz's back arched with a sharp inhale. They wrapped their legs around him as he pounded their pussy into an overstimulated mess. They circled their clit with their pointer finger trying to reach their orgasm.

As Erron noticed, he grabbed their wrists "i said no cumming until i say so" holding both of their wrists together in one hand he raised it up above their head but by accident it had hit one of the filter of their mask, taking it off of them.

As soon as they noticed they hid their face behind their hands "NO, don't look at me! Let me put it back on please!"

Displeased, Erron grabbed their wrists harder, successfully putting them above their head. Their face was as clear as day, with the lights from outside making them seem to glow. He moved their bangs that covered their eye now being able to see their dual colored eye but that doesn't seem to be the thing that saddened them, in the left corner of their mouth was a small scar and bruise and a larger scar coming from the bottom right of their cheek and almost reaching the corner of theri left eye and over their nose. They looked tired, black circle around their eyes, seemingly busted lips, bruises on one eye and lips.

"What's wrong? Afraid i won't like you cuz of your face? Well it fits you doll face" they looked shocked, they tried to look for a hint of sarcasm in his eyes but couldn't "it's not about that, it's to hide my identity and shit, and ya got cameras on ya that can give ya evidence, and i don't know what you'll do with that info!"

"Stop lying baby girl, it's obvious you're trying to hide it from me, though you are smart about not trusting me but believe me when i say i have them off" he smirked, planting a kiss on their lips before moving down to their neck.

He started to gain pace, as rough as the last one but now the pain was gone. They closed their eyes and letting quiet moans spilling out from their lips.

Sloppy sounds of skin hitting eachother filled the room. A concoction of cuss words can be heard from one another.

Erron's rhythm started to get uneven, his grip on them was tightening. "i-oh god, fuck I'm gonna cum!" they said between sets of moans and heavy breathing. "shit, go ahead cum for daddy" he bit down ons their shoulders and sheathing himself to the hilt.

Seconds had passed before he pulled out, letting the cum and blood spill out from them.

"i guess i can tolerate you for a bit longer" their voice was slurred, they closed their eyes, letting their tiredness to knock them out.

"sleep tight princess" he nuzzles their face and slowly resting them right on the bed.

The next morning their body was aching, they grabbed their phone on the night stand besides them "huh? Wait a sec I'M GOING TO BE LATE!" they threw off their blanket, trying to stand up before being stopped by Erron.

"Don't worry, payed your boss. I said i needed you to help me film a girl getting gutted but it was just so you can stay with me this weekend" Erron was leaning on the desk, fully clothes and ready for the day. "Yo if my capo founds out he's gonna kill you" he patted their head to calm them down.

"Don't worry he's not going too, now what do you want for breakfast?" he grabbed the room service menu and handed it to them, they looked at him with suspicion even tilting their head "why are you even doing this? You usually just left the girls you fuck so what's the difference?"

"Cuz you're mine, and no one can take you from me"

#oc #originalcharacter #Not my oc #OCxOC #My writing #Cavalier Gantz

[all-the-golden-roses]

Just an idea

But what if we were gods 😏

Like big giants in the sky 😏😏😏

And what if we ruled over a planet of sharks 😏😏😏😏

And what if we were both magical infinite beings on a beach together 😏😏😏😏😏

And then what if we kissed 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

#the adventure zone #devo la main #taz devo #taz ethersea #amber gris #ethersea spoilers #taz amber #taz cambria #taz hermine #taz zoox #zoox anthellae #finneas cawl #the adventure zone ethersea #the zone cast #balance #griffin mcelroy #justin mcelroy #rip finneas you were a good one #taz balance #travis mcelroy #taz kodeira

[saccmaass]

Writing prompts List:

Hey guys! During this crazy pandemic I listened to A LOT of music, and I found myself thinking “wow this sentence would be a great prompt” so I made a list!

Note: For further inspiration you can find under the cut the name of the song and the name of the singer. 

“I’m ready for someone to love me”

“I’m talking to myself at night because I cant forget”

“You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece”

“It’s maturity that I’m lacking”

“I’m not one to stick around”

“The autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place”

“I’m God and the Lord forgives”

“All I seem to do is break this things”

“You almost ran the red cause you were looking over me”

“I don’t wanna be alone in the darkness anymore”

“I’m not anything like I used to be”

“You taught me about your past thinking your future was me”

“There is so much you haven’t seen in me”

“Maybe I’m just too tired to keep running”

“But I crumble completely when you cry”

“I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to”  

“She is broken and won’t ask for help”

“Faces from my past return”

“Maybe you’re all I ever wanted”

“So casually cruel in the name of being honest”

“You need to calm down, you’re being too loud”

“Cause for every lie I tell them, they tell me three”

“Frightened by the bite though it’s no harsher than the bark”

“Now all he thinks about is me”

“So what are you gonna do when the world don’t orbit around you?”

“Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone”

“I don’t regret it one bit, ‘cause he had it coming”

“Just need you to tell me we’re alright, tell me we’re okay”

“Her eyes invite you to approach”

“They’re burning all the witches even if you aren’t one”

“I notice your eyes are always glued to me”

“It’s not like I’m falling in love I just want you to do me no good, And you look like you could”

“I’m writing this letter and wishing you well”

“I had a dream I got everything I wanted”

“I don’t relax very often, as often as I could”

“The devil wakes up in my head”

“And when you go don’t return to mt my love”

“Won’t somebody help me help me chase the shadows away?” 

“There’s rain clouds out there that you don’t wanna feel”  

“As long as I’m here no one can hurt you”

“Through fortune and flame we fall”

“I won’t hesitate for you”

“Hoping for the best but expecting the worst”

“I can’t regret the things I don’t try”

“They don’t deserve you”

“All I’ve ever known is how to hide a secret”

“You really know how to make me cry”

“I tend to freak myself out”

“Only fools fall for you”

“With you by my side I will fight and defend”

“I’m still trying everything to keep you looking at me”

“I say the wrong shit at the right times” 

“You knew it still hurts underneath my scars from when they pulled me apart” 

“I never learned to read your mind”

“It’s a lonely night in my bed in the heat of the summer”

“When you are young they assume you know nothing”

“I just wanna how beautiful you are” 

“I had a marvelous time ruining everything”

“No reason to stay is a good reason to go” 

“And isn’t it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string, tying you to me”

“It kills to know that you have been defeated”

“Don’t want no other shade of blue but you”

“A dark world aches for a splash of the sun”

“When you can’t sleep at night you hear my stolen lullabies” 

“It’s funny how some distance makes everything seem small”

“A friend to all is a friend to none”

“Say I’m sorry without a sound”

“If I had a voice I would sing”

“I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams”

“I can fake a smile”

“If you never bleed, you’re never gonna learn”

“Tell me the words you long to hear and I’ll sing them loud and clear”

“Chase two girls, lose the one”

“I can feel you take control of who I am” 

“I don’t trust nobody and nobody trust me”

“Those windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry”

“Taking steps is easy, standing still is hard”

“With you I serve, with you I fall down”

“Men fight great, but women are great fighters”

“Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die”

“Just one single glimpse of relief to make some sense of what you’ve seen”

“Loving you is a losing game”

“Darling I’m a nightmare dressed like a day dream”

“My power flurries through the air into the ground”

“I wish I could lay down beside you when the day is done” 

“There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have”

“Loving you forever can’t be wrong”

“Haven’t you heard what becomes of curious minds?” 

“Big girls cry when their heart is breaking”

“Love is a fragile little flame, it could burn out”

“Yeah let’s be clear I trust no one”

“They say she was seen on occasion pacing the rocks, staring at the midnight sea”

“You and I have history or don’y you remember”

“A shining new era is tiptoeing nearer”

“Next time I’ll be braver, I’ll be my own savor”

“See, I ain’t as cruel and vicious as I seem” 

“I struggled on the ground” 

“Mysterious as the dark side of the moon”

“All that time, never even knowing just how blind I’ve been”

“We’ve got a long way to go”

                                                         ~~~

 I’m Ready // Sam Smith and Demi Lovato

Seven Nation Army // The White Stripes

Colors // Halsey

Sad Song // Christina Perry

Stuck with U // Ariana Grande and Justin Bieber

All Too Well // Taylor Swift

Unaccommodating // Eminem

Wild Enough // Elina

All Too Well // Taylor Swift

Darkness // Eminem

She Used To Be Mine // Sara Bareilles

All Too Well // Taylor Swift

Wild Enough // Elina

Lost My Mind // Finneas

505 // Arctic Monkeys

All Too Well // Taylor Swift

She Used To Be Mine // Sara Bareilles

No Time To Die // Billie Eilish

Lost My Mind // Finneas

All Too Well // Taylor Swift

You Need To Calm Down // Taylor Swift

I did Something Bad // Taylor Swift

505 // Arctic Monkeys

I did Something Bad // Taylor Swift

Ain’t It Fun // Paramore

Crushcrushcrush // Paramore

I did Something Bad // Taylor Swift

Level Of Concern // Twenty One Pilots

No. 1 Party Anthem // Arctic Monkeys

I did Something Bad // Taylor Swift 

Crushcrushcrush // Paramore

No. 1 Party Anthem // Arctic Monkeys

Mama // My Chemical Romance

Everything I Wanted // Billie Eilish 

Chaos And Piss // Pink

Coffin // Jessie Reyez

Mama // My Chemical Romance

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight) // ABBA

Chaos And Piss // Pink

Everything I Wanted // Billie Eilish 

Mama // My Chemical Romance

Hesitate // Jonas Brothers

Forever Young // Alphaville

Scrawny // Wallows

Everything I Wanted // Billie Eilish 

Empty Handed // Lea Michele 

Ocean Eyes // Billie Eilish

Scrawny // Wallows

FOOLS // Troye Sivan

Keep Holding On // Avril Laving

Mirrorball // Taylor Swift

Scrawny // Wallows

 Hoax // Taylor Swift

Exile// Taylor Swift

I’m Ready // Sam Smith and Demi Lovato

Cardigan // Taylor Swift

Best Part // H.E.R (ft. Daniel Caesar)

The Last Great American Dynasty // Taylor Swift

Something Gotta Give // Camila Cabello

Invisible String // Taylor Swift

Wires // The Neighborhood 

Hoax // Taylor Swift

Cough Syrup // Young The Giant

My Tears Ricochet // Taylor Swift

Let It Go // Frozen

Cardigan // Taylor Swift

Hold On For Dear Love // Bridgit Mendler

If I Had A Heart // Fever Roy

Look What You Made Me Do // Taylor Swift

Human // Christina Perry

The 1 // Taylor Swift

Break The Cycle // You + Me

Cardigan // Taylor Swift

Golden // Harry Styles

Look What You Made Me Do // Taylor Swift

The Lakes // Taylor Swift

You’ve Got Time // Regina Spektor

Epiphany // Taylor Swift

Salute // Little Mix

The Lakes // Taylor Swift

Epiphany // Taylor Swift

Arcade // Duncan Laurence

Blank Space // Taylor Swift

Let It Go // Frozen

Hiding My Heart // Adele

Gorgeous // Taylor Swift

Dark Paradise // Lana Del Ray

Wonderland // Taylor swift

Big Girls Cry // Sia

I Know Places // Taylor Swift

Elastic Heart // Sia

The Last Great American Dynasty // Taylor Swift

Rumor Has It // Adele

Be Prepared // The lion King

Turning Tables // Adele

I’ve Got A Dream // Tangled

Birds Set Free // Sia

I’ll Make A Man Out Of You // Mulan

I See The Light // Tangled

Capsized // You + Me

#writing #writing prompt #songs #taylor swift #demi lovato #eminem #sia #billie eilish #singers #pink #music #one shots #drabble #headcanons #writing prompts #marvel #fandoms

[salt-moon]

Prompt #6: First Steps

(This story is about my farm girl Ruthanne, who resides at @ruthanne-winter​.  For the ease of organization for @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast​, however, I will be posting this here to my main blog and simply reblogging it to Ruth’s, where it belongs.)

Ruthanne darted inside the Winter family home just in time, only a handful of huge, inky-dark droplets of water having planted themselves heavy and hard onto her shirt.  She shrieked and shoved the door closed behind her, breathless and smiling.  “Gods, the sky’s about to rip open!”  She’d run from the chocobo stables, knowing she was in a race with the rain.

“Told you to stable the ‘bo’s sooner rather than later,” replied Finneas from somewhere in the living room.  A low rumble of thunder punctuated him, and a moment later a sheet of rain crashed into the roof of the house.  Ruthanne gasped, wide eyed at the sound.  “Land sakes alive!”  She was grinning though, high on adrenaline from outrunning the storm.  “Where’s dad?”

“Card night, dumbass.  He’s at Royda’s”.  Ruthie’s brother was sitting on the couch with their newest (and first) niece, Hattie, reading to her from a shiny cardboard picture book.

When Ruthie poked her head into the living room, she gasped.  “Finn!  Don’t say those words around her!”

“What, card night?”  He grinned, knowing of course exactly what she meant.

She groaned and let it go.  “Why’s she here, anyway?”, Ruth asked, pointing her head in the direction of the wee one beside Finn.  Hattie looked up at her and cooed, lifting her arms up and babbling.

“Date night, dum…”  Finneas was cut short by fist meeting his shoulder, Ruthie having crossed the room to slug him.  He chuckled and rubbed his arm while his sister scooped up Hattie and bounced around the room with her.  “We’re under strict instruction not to call her Hattie, by the way.”

“Huh?  Why not?”  Ruth pretended to dance an elegant ballroom sequence with a giggling little girl in her arms, humming stanzas here and there and peppering the lines with raspberries against her chubby cheeks.

Finneas cleared his throat and put on his best exaggerated Clara voice.  “Her name is Harriet, not Hattie.  And certainly not Harry!  Don’t even start giving her nicknames.  It’s Harriet.  Harriet!!”  Their older sister, Clara, had always fancied herself a bit above her station; she hated getting dirty, never laughed at the off-color jokes overheard from the farm hands, and certainly had never tasted a drop of ale or wine.  Proper and prim, though kind at heart, Clara was bound and determined her daughter grow up to be quite the same.

Already Ruth was groaning and rolling her eyes.  “She knows she’s gonna lose that battle, right?”  *Harriet* grinned at Ruth.  “You’re Hattie, aren’t you?  Little Miss Hattie!”  Hattie screeched and laughed, clapping her hands clumsily and happily in Ruth’s arms.

Finn had swiftly taken the opportunity to stretch out on the couch and grab some dime store detective novel he’d been reading.  “She’s definitely Hattie.”

“Watch her for a minute?”  Ruth plopped her down on a blanket beside the coffee table where a few of her toys had been placed.  “I’m gonna run get some cookies and milk from the kitchen.”

“Mhmm,” came Finneas’ reply, and he rolled onto his side for a better view.  He could just lift his eyes from his book and see right over the top, straight line of sight to Hattie.  “Are there any of those cranberry ones left?  With the orange and nuts and stuff?”

“No, you shoved all those in your pig mouth the day I made them!”  Ruthanne was still disgusted by that.  She’d managed to save a few for Mrs. Abernethy and the stable hands, but every single one that was left over was demolished by her trash compactor of a brother.

“Nuh-uh, dad had one too!”

Ruth was already in the kitchen by that point, but made her way back out with a single finger pointed straight up.  “One!  I know you had at *least* half a dozen!  I made thirty six all together, gave a dozen to Mrs. Abernethy, a dozen to the farm hands, *I* ate one, Navigator forfend, and daddy had one.  That leaves ten.”  Her eyes narrowed and she pointed that finger at him.  “Did you really eat *ten* of them?”  Ruthanne groaned.  “Ugh, you are such a pig!!”

Finneas had rolled onto his back again and was craning his neck up to snicker at his irritated sister.  He was guilty as charged, but gods be good those cookies were amazing.  “I mean, it’s why you made ‘em, right?  To be eaten?  It’s not like anyone was deprived or anything.”

“Least of all you!!”

The laugh that slipped past Finn’s lips was a little too jovial for Ruth’s liking, pricking a nerve, but at the same time the silliness of the entire argument washed over her and she cracked a grin, chuckling.  Soon the bubbling chatter of baby laughter joined in, and the siblings glanced over at Hattie with beaming faces.

There she stood, on her own two feet, one hand holding onto the coffee table Ruthie had sat her beside.  The sounds of her aunt and uncle’s laughter had her excited and bouncy, little knees bobbing her up and down.  One little foot kicked out and back down, then another.

“Holy shit,” they whispered, both Finneas and Ruthanne staring at Hattie in awe.  She was *walking*.  Well, sort of.  They were undeniably her first steps, though, unsure and wobbly, toddling toward Ruth.

In a flash Finneas sat up, ready to catch her if she tumbled, and Ruthie had rushed to kneel down in front of her, hands out.  “Yeah, Hattie!!!”  She clapped softly and cheered, glancing back at her brother to see the look on his face and share the joy.  Hattie bumbled along as best she could, reaching out for Ruthanne’s hands just as she teetered back and landed on her butt.  A second of silence passed before she burst out laughing, a peal of baby giggles as she rolled around on the floor.

“You know we can never tell Clara, right?”  Finneas’ voice was grave, knowing his oldest sister would pitch a fit if she thought she wasn’t around for her first-born’s first steps.  “Never in a million years.”

Ruth looked back at him again, then to Hattie, who was already pulling herself up to stand once more.  “Shhhh.  Not a word, okay?  This’ll be our little secret, Harriet.”  

#ffxivwrite2019 #ruthanne winter #ffxiv #fiction #hyur #midlander

[hyacinth--girl]

Every even number for the music ask! Also hi bby I love u endlessly 🥺💖💖💖

The queen has asked so I deliver 😌✌️ asks

2. A song with a number in the title

Nineteen - Dylan

4. A song that reminds you of someone you’d rather forget about

Leading me on but I’m not mad about it - Remy

6. A song that makes you want to dance

Talk too much - COIN

8. A song about drugs or alcohol

Why’d you only call me when you’re high? - Arctic Monkeys

10. A song that makes you sad

More than life - Whitley (rip Sammy IFKYK)

12. A song from your preteen years

Beautiful soul - Jesse McCartney

14. A song that you would love played at your wedding

Invisible string - Taylor Swift

16. One of your favourite classical songs

Dunno if this is meant to be like literal classical music but if so idk any so I’m gonna go w my fave old song which is Eleanor Rigby - The Beatles

18. A song from the year that you were born

Semi-charmed life - Third Eye Blind

20. A song that has many meanings to you

Fifteen - Taylor Swift

22. A song that moves you forward

You’ve got your whole life ahead of you, baby - IDER

24. A song by a band you wish were still together

Don’t rly have one so gonna do a band I wish were still making *good* music lol. If you see her - LANY

26. A song that makes you want to fall in love

I don’t miss you at all - Finneas

28. A song by an artist with a voice you love

From Eden - Hozier

30. A song that reminds you of yourself

Cain - EXES

#hope #no I haven’t misinterpreted no. 26 #those eyes a shade of green that if he’d seen would make f scott fitzgerald cry #THAT is love

[furymint]

What is your full name? He grins as if he were sharing a secret that wasn’t his. "L’selle Ran, and won’t be havin’ it any other way.”

What do your friends call you? "Selle. Others don’t need to get int’ the habit o’ callin’ me ‘Rat,’ but there’s that.”

What is your favorite animal? "Rats, ‘s if that weren’t a given. Rats with wings, too-- seagulls.” He speaks with his hands, folding in two fingers to signal front teeth, then doing it with both hands for wings.

Where were you born? "The blood I have, it’s saltblood. No one can scrape my grafitti from Lominsa’s walls.”

Do you have children? He guffaws and claps his worn hands. “Gods, no! ‘s terrifying, that is! Don’t jest-- the dock never works for knock on wood.”

Is there a person/people you love? "More ‘an I can count, course. Mom, Dad, Lantaa, Allen, Arismont and Astrelle -- thank the Navigator I can say their names, at least -- Finnea, Busc ‘n Baderon...”

What is your favorite color? "Blue ‘n red. Easy to spot, though I’ve known others to disagree.”

What is your full occupation? He groans and his lips peel back. “Don’t remind me. Fighting with the Maelstrom to prove my godsdamned citizenship so I can get out of the foreign feckin’ levy.” He rattles his hair and head. Can’t be angry if you’re dizzy.

Are you good at physical fighting? "Oh, yeah. Got taught how. Didn’t need that, but won’t complain if it makes spearing antelopes easier than fishing.”

Which form are you best at? L’selle shrugs. “Honestly, with my hands. That and knives are so much easier. Try getting caught in an alley with a lance; you’ll see quick-like how clotheslining don’t work when you’re the line.”

What about magic? "When I walk int’ a highclass room, all the money disappears.” He rolls his eyes. “I hate vanishing acts.”

Which type are you best at? "Skipping stones.”

Craftsmanship? "Not so good at it, but I can skin furry things an’ make ‘em int’ chairs. I can skin scaly things too, but fish don’t make good bags, just good food.” He pauses and looks at his feet. “Unless people don’t know that. Then they make good bags.”

Any other skills? He folds his arms across his chest and nods smugly. "My breakfast surpasses the Bismark’s.”

Are you an only child? "If there was another of me, I don’t think I’d’ve survived this long. Somebody’d snapped by now.”

Where do you see yourself in five years?

"Stabbing fishback when the sun’s up and rakin’ the inlet for fish when it ain’t. I’d’ve picked up a mortgage, yeah?”

Have you ever almost died? "Almost drowned, yeah, but if you haven’t, you can’t call yourself any sailor worth a damn.”

Do you have a secret, not just a secret, but like a really big secret hardly anyone knows? "No secrets I wouldn’t tell if I was asked, so no secrets.”

Salty or sweet? He points assuredly. “Both-- but maybe not at once.”

Do you like yourself? “Not so much of a sandflea bitten sprat anymore, so hell, I’d say so.”

Do you believe in the Twelve? "Only pessimists don’t. Boring and pretentious pessimists.”

Are you religious?

L’selle’s feature smooth to seriousness. “The souls of the drowned are all around us-- flying, swimming... hovering, if that’s what bogy do.”

Do you carry prejudice with you?

"If you’ve got ten fingers and ten--” L’selle pauses, and shakes his head. He mutters, “No, no that ain’t right, some people don’t...” He rubs his arms. “Look, if you’ve got a heart that doesn’t beat to a Primal’s song, I call you a friend.”

What do you consider entertainment?

"Bar fights and gang fights and fights with the Yellowjackets. Only type o’ fight that ain’t entertainment is the the kind against fishbacks and ratmen. Those’re war.”

Favorite drink?

"The kind that you drink and suddenly there’s four of your buddy and one of them’s got a face like marmot. If you pour the right crab blood in, you start hearin’ colors too. Red sounds like when you rip clothing.”

Do you have any family traditions?

He scowls. “You mean besides pretending I didn’t have a father, or hidin’ in the closet from debt collectors?” L’selle pops several fingers. “...Oranges for breakfast. Oranges with everything.”

Are you a good person?

"I don’t think that’s my call to boast, but if you asked the right people they’d say so.”

Tagged by: @korpokkurs!

#a lot more ppl have done this #but i enjoy these so DO IT ALL OF U #about l'selle #blotchy skin achieved #except he looks like............sick and not....like my dad lol #i will do better next time lol

[vinylbay777]

Week In Review: New Songs / Music Videos You Need to Check Out (February 9-15, 2020)

A lot of new music is released over the course of any given week. This one was no exception as the last seven days saw a wealth of new songs and music videos hit the internet. This was especially true when it came to rock and pop, as we saw releases from the likes of AJR, Billie Eilish, The Strokes and more.

Vinyl Bay 777, Long Island’s music outlet, loves new music. That’s why we’ve once again scoured the internet for the week’s best new songs and music videos. Here are seven (and a few more) that we think are worth a second listen this weekend.

1.       AJR, “BANG!”: “BANG!” is a catchy piece of pop-rock with a head-bobbing beat that drives the song and keeps the listener’s interest throughout. The big, show-stopping melody builds off the pace of the beat (keeping time with the well-placed rhythmic snapping), bringing in island-y vibes with the added brass. (video)

2.       Billie Eilish, “No Time To Die”: Billie Eilish was given the honor of recording the next ‘ James Bond’ theme song, which was released this week. Eilish’s brother/producer Finneas really got the vibe on “No Time To Die” perfect, as it has that certain jazzy, dramatic, anthemic quality you expect in a ‘Bond’ theme. Surprisingly, Eilish’s fragile vocals work really well in the song’s dramatic context as well. I mean, obviously Finneas is good at writing for his sister’s voice, but as a ‘Bond’ theme, it doesn’t disappoint. (video)

3.       The Strokes, “At The Door”: The Strokes announced their first album in seven years, ‘The New Abnormal,’ and gave fans a taste of what they could expect with single “At The Door.” Surprisingly minimal for a band known for their garage-rock sound, the song mostly consists of Julian Casablancas’ mournful vocals and synth-y, electronic bursts and light piano. Casablancas carries the melody as the instrumentals swirl around him, building as the song progresses. (video)

4.       Falling In Reverse, “The Drug In Me Is Reimagined”: Falling In Reverse have revamped their 2011 breakout single “The Drug In Me Is You.” The revised song has this beautiful, haunting vibe that exchanges post-hardcore guitars for dramatic piano and sweeping cello. It feels like there’s more meaning drawn out from the slowed down melody. (video)

5.       The Used, “Paradise Lost”: The Used turn John Milton’s poem “Paradise Lost” into a ripping hardcore jam. Switching between soft and heavy vocals, Bert McCracken sings as the guitars buzz around Milton’s words. Sometimes the words and instrumentation stagger, at points letting the words take over for emphasis and at others letting the powerful instrumental carry the impact. (video)

6.       Brendan Benson, “Good To Be Alive”: “Good To Be Alive” finds itself at a crossroads between contemplating mortality and celebrating life for what it is. The song goes from contemplative indie-rock ballad in the verses to upbeat electronic dance track in the chorus twice in the span of four minutes, connecting the two hemispheres through shared percussion and electronic elements. (video)

7.       Grimes, “Delete Forever”: “Delete Forever” feels more like 90s alt-rock than her normal electronic fare. The acoustic guitar dominates the melody, really showing off Grimes’ vocals. The added violin flourishes give it a bit of an added alt-country vibe. (video)

Further Listening:

·         Set It Off, “One Single Second”: (video)

·         Hollywood Undead, “Upside Down”: (video)

·         Zachery Allan Starkey, “XXX”: (video)

·         Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit, “Be Afraid”: (video)

·         The Bombpops, “Double Arrows Down”: (video)

·         Brian Fallon, “21 Days”: (video)

·         New Found Glory, “Greatest Of All Time”: (video)

·         Jacob Jeffries, “Let You Down”: (video)

There were a lot of great new rock and pop songs and music videos released this week. With the weekend here, now is the perfect time to take another listen. Check out some of favorites above and let us know what new tracks you’ve been digging this week in the comments below.

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#new music #songs #music video #weekend #Week In Review #rock #pop

[all-the-golden-roses]

Okay so obviously we’re all hoping they keep these characters for season two because we’ve all become unreasonably emotionally attached. (Though I don’t see how we could feasibly keep Amber in the mix considering they’re in different realities but I digress)

But oh what I would give for Justin to pick up playing Tolliver and Travis to continue playing Devo.

The chaotic brother vibes that we would get just ✨chefs kiss✨

#the adventure zone #devo la main #taz devo #taz ethersea #amber gris #ethersea spoilers #taz amber #taz cambria #taz hermine #taz zoox #zoox anthellae #finneas cawl #the adventure zone ethersea #the zone cast #balance #griffin mcelroy #justin mcelroy #taz balance #travis mcelroy #rip finneas you were a good one #mbmbam