#wait a fucking moment... the intro song starts with my feelings for you are beating intensly.... this really is so gay....

[matzprincess]

HOT TO GO! (k.hj)

pairing: non idol!hongjoong + afab!reader

rating: mature (18+) minors dni!

a/n: i got carried away and wrote full smut, sorry not sorry hehehe

trafoamp series

cw: smut, long leadup, boyfriend!hongjoong, dancing/clubbing, song lyrics incorporated (the song plays at the club), mention of p in v at first, relating to the lyrics, making out, quickie, public sex (fucking in a club bathroom), unprotected sex & pull out method (be safe irl!), ‘emergency lube’ used, joong is a panty thief, one singular spank, more sex foreshadowed

it was a hot saturday night when the new hottie you’ve been seeing casually, kim hongjoong, showed up to your place to take you out to the club for some dancing. he looked even more irresistible tonight than ever, his blonde hair pushed back, his silk button up with the buttons opened at the top, showing off his pecs. he also wore some slacks and what looked to be an overpriced belt, which you would normally have poked fun at him for, but tonight it really tied his look together.

you joined him in the lyft that waited for you both outside your apartment, and you sat together in the backseat. he looked hot, and you looked hot, we’re gonna be the hottest couple in the club tonight, for sure you thought to yourself. as you arrived to the club you guys waited in line to have your ids checked, before walking in to the dim club lights, both of your groups of friends were there, but tonight was about you two, your friends could wait.

you both made it out on the floor, and began dancing amongst yourselves. it was not before the perfect song for the moment came on: hot to go! by chappell roan. as the intro played:

five six, five six seven eight!

you grabbed his hand as the beat began. you moved to the middle of the dance floor as the lyrics started and said:

i could be the one or your new addiction

it’s all in my head, but i want nonfiction

you two began freely moving your bodies together to the beat. as the lyrics went on, you kept on moving, working up the sweat due to the heat of the club and the sweaty bodies around you. you were thinking how perfect this moment was, the song and your ridiculously hot dance partner/boyfriend all fitting together perfectly as the song continued:

baby do you like this beat?

i made it so you’d dance with me

it’s like a hundred ninety-nine degrees

when you’re doing it with me, doing it with me

it was indeed perfect, because it did feel like it was hotter than hell in the club on the crowded dance floor. it was all the more hot because you had hongjoong at your side. the song continued to the chorus:

H-O-T-T-O-G-O

you can take me hot to go

H-O-T-T-O-G-O

you can take me hot to go

you kept on dancing with him, watching him move his body alongside yours, getting all sweaty, was making you think about how he’d look on top of you, getting sweaty like this while moving his body in tandem with yours like on the dance floor, but instead, fucking your brains out. the second verse went on:

well i woke up alone, staring at the ceiling

i try not to care, but it hurts my feelings

you don’t have to stare, come here, get with it

no one’s touched me there in a damn hot minute

you reflected on the lyrics as you danced, thinking about how you could relate, you haven’t been touched anywhere in a hot minute, and you wanted hongjoong badly now, after this song was over, you knew exactly what to do. the song went on, and distracted you from your thoughts:

and baby don’t you like this beat?

i made it so you’d sleep with me

it’s like a hundred ninety-nine degrees

when you’re doing it with me, doing it with me

the song continued to it’s catchy prechorus and chorus, eventually finishing, you felt the urge pull hongjoong into the club bathroom and to fucking, which you just happened to do. you took his hand and dragged him quickly into the biggest stall in the women’s bathroom before making out with him. he was caught off guard, but not hesitating, as you moved this on and pulled away from the kiss.

“i need you so badly” you finally say, your voice barely above a whisper. he just chuckled, “i need you too” he said, before his hands began to feel you up and pull the bottom of your dress up. you grabbed your emergency travel sized bottle of lube from your bag and pulled down his zipper and took out his cock before putting some lube onto it.

he then removed your panties before slipping them into his pocket. you smiled at his dirty action and bent over the toilet and held onto the lid for him to insert himself into you. as he did so, you could hear the slight sound of the club music from outside the bathroom. he thrust into you from behind, his hips snapping against your ass, causing him to groan at the recoil of your ass against him. he kept thrusting, both of your breathing getting heavier as you both began to sweat.

he held onto your hips and kept a steady rhythm of thrusts, him groaning quietly and you moaning in a hushed tone. as you both reached your orgasms, you felt like your body was on fire, you never did anything this risky before, you felt bad, but in the best way possible. he kept fucking into you, both of you wishing no one would walk in as you both chased your upcoming releases.

your orgasms weren’t too eventful, they hit you both at about the same time, him making you cum first before he pulled out and came on your ass. he groaned an almost inaudible “fuck” as he came. after you came down from your highs, he grabbed a large wad of toilet paper and wiped down your ass, giving it a slight tap after doing so. he chuckled as you pulled your dress down and he put his dick away.

you kissed him on the cheek as you both regulated yourselves, you both made a dash out of the bathroom and back into the dimly lit club, hand in hand. you guys hid in the corner to order a lyft back to your apartment, his arm around your waist. you knew there would be more sex to come when you got back to your place.

© 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐳𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

#ateez smut #atz smut #atz fanfic #atz imagines #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #kim hongjoong smut #hongjoong smut #seonghwa smut #park seonghwa smut #yunho smut #jeong yunho smut #yeosang smut #kang yeosang smut #san smut #choi san smut #mingi smut #song mingi smut #wooyoung smut #jung wooyoung smut #jongho smut #choi jongho smut #trafoamp series #Spotify

[decembermoonskz]

+ stray kids : ROCK-STAR (樂-STAR) | my comeback review/thoughts °˖✧

time for another skz comeback hehehehehe i have some thoughts about the mv so i'll jot them down as well but we're talking album first! if you're interested click under the cut >:D

album ;

★ - favorite

:: MEGAVERSE ★

!!!!! okay i love this song so much! it's a great intro!

i was getting a lot of maze of memories vibes ngl

the BEAT DROP THO :00000

i loved seungmin and jeongin's vocals

jisung and hyun's raps were my faves

chris doing the outro >>>>>

already i like it more than lalalala ngl but onto that one

:: LALALALA

the bass is so nasty /pos

i'm happy changbin opens the song hehehe

rap line really popped off fr fr

the pre-chorus is so heavenly 😩 i love it so much

the drop again is soooo good the key changing in the background is so satisfying hehe

HYUNJIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (start of verse 2)

kinda wanted seungmin's part to last a bit longer afterwards

jisung needs to chill /pos

CHRISTOPHERRRRRRRRRRRRRR (pre-chorus 2)

kinda not a fan of the song format this time around but lix saying "oh shit" is so good lol

jisung doing the second chorus start is perfect

CHRISTOPHER FALSETTO IS KILLING ME (I will never get over that ever. you hear me? ever.)

the hype ending reminded me of a yg song highkey (ikon/treasure vibes)

overall good title track solid 8.5/10 for me

:: BLIND SPOT

!!! oh! this is more upbeat than i expected!

jisung vocals!!!! >>>>>

jeongin 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

oh this is so uplifting.. 🥺🥺 heart feeling all warm and shit

OH HELLO THE SYNTH!!! i actually like it those really high synths sometimes bother but not this time

changbin!!! *head bops*

the pre-chorus feels really nice. like it's building up to something so happy and satisfying

the chorus is so cute tho!! 😭

hehehehe chris..... (read: FALSETTO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

oh i like the switch up for the last chorus/outro

this one is so cute. very tmt vibes ngl it's so cute

:: COMFLEX ★

👀 oh? (classic skz sirens)

HEY NOW! *starts jamming*

that intro tho was perfect

jeongin!!!!!!!!!!!???????? YOU DON'T GIVE A WHAT????? (are skz saying fuck it when it comes to cursing now LOL fuck yeah)

oh the message is awesome

CHRISTOPER?!?!?!? AYO FUCK YEAH

THE DROP IS SO GOOD!!!

hyunsung you better fuck that rap up

i love the embracing all my scars and imperfections

i knew felix would do the drop intro this time

OH I LOVE THIS SONG

the bridge has such a goof melody tho

vocalracha is killing it

CHRIS I WILL SCREAM (that intro to the drop is so hot i love that for chanlix)

oh i love that one so much

:: Cover Me

omg that first 10 seconds is so peaceful i love it

omg i'm kinda speechless. this song is so beautiful 🥺🥺🥺

my brain is so smooth for this song HAHA

that whole first section was so pretty i felt like i was being carried through it (if that makes sense)

chris has so many falsetto moments in this album and i'm loving it

"the sun will always be there waiting after the rain" damn i'm crying ig

i'm not usually one for ballads but this one hits so nicely

i think it has to do with that electric guitar in the back

hyun!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺

SEUNGMIN MAIN VOCAL!!

omg him and chris holding those notes was so satisfying!!!

this is my new fave ballads they have (right next to waiting for us)

what? nooo i don't want it to be over 😭😭 that was so nice

need to see this in concert

:: Leave ★

WHAT IS THIS PERFECT LOFI INTRO???????????????

OMFG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

THE JAZZY LOFI VIBE I'M IN LOVE

changsung serenading with rap somehow i love this

i thought this would be the ballad (i mean it kinda is) but this has more chill than ballad omg

feels like a jisung song

CHRIS PLEASEEEE

the chorus is soooo nice

omg electric guitar again!!! it's so good the way they use it

oooh the second verse with minho is so nice yesssss

hyunjin better stop...

ah i almost that it was over but i was like "there's one more isn't there" lol

CHANGBIN VOCALSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS FUCK YESSSSSSSSSS ALL I ASK FOR GOD

seungmin backup vocals are so good

that was so nice def a fave

:: Social Path Ft. LiSA (KR Version)

i wasn't sure how they could change much since it's a english predominant song but okay?

i'm very biased and don't like their language switch-ups most of my time but this one is okay

the lyrics sound fluid actually LET'S GO

LiSA vocals (i'm in heaven)

this is literally my dream collab you have no idea

my fave group and one of my fave vocalists ever they did this for me actually

i love the "now or never" melody so much still

i don't have that many thoughts about this one bc i liked this one before

the korean lyrics fit fine since there weren't that many to start with but this is an okay language switch-up imo (this is rare for me so know that's good lol)

:: LALALALA (Rock Version)

OH GUITARS FUCK YES

OMG FUCK YES THIS IS SO GOOD THE DRUMS!!!!

oooooo the pre-chorus is more intense instead of heavenly I LIKE IT

oh the drop feels so different ngl bc of the inst. it makes it feel like a diff song

oh seungmin's part after hyun is better in this version ngl the hits are nice

changsung raps >>>>>>

the guitars are so fucking good

the rock inst. + chris' voice is amazing

OOOOOH THE BRIDGE IS AWESOME SO INTENSE AND HYPE-BUILDING

THE MUSIC DROPPED OUT AND CAME BACK WITH HYUN LET'S GO I LOVE THAT

more caps in this version bc it's so hype

oh the hits with lix's la la la is so satisfying

hehe 24/7- anyway

this feels like this should be the live version (i hope it is)

OH! different outro i liked that outro more i think

overall i like the alterations in this version but i like the og more still

mv/performance ;

so i'll keep it brief on the mv. it's not good for me. i love the color palette (browns and blacks are so so nice for me) but i really don't like it overall. they've had so many better ones imo.

it's just not for me. it kinda tainted my first impression of the song but i like it a lot more after watching music bank (i'm so excited for the studio choom)

it was a bit too frenetic and chaotic for me. it didn't go with the song that well and felt too random (a bus, a pirate ship and clowns? alien cg creatures too? too much and it doesn't go together). the editing for this mv was some of the worst i've seen for a skz mv and that's shocking to me bc they are so well-known for the editing of their mvs but i just really have no words for how messy it felt.

also the way the screen time for the vocal line felt so much more scuffed compared to the rap line tilted me a lot (i barely saw jeongin and chris in the mv and that bummed me out a lot).

overall i won't need to rewatch the mv that much. i am content looking at stayblr's gifs of the mv.

now as for the performance aspects, i really like the choreo and it really feels intense and hype. it's perfect for a concert which is always smth i think about in terms of them.

the chorus choreo is so powerful and i love the pre-chorus stuff it reminds me a bit of back door's pre-chorus choreo. like the vibes and stuff

the outro chorus choreo is so hype and it makes me bop my head as i watch.

tldr: i dislike the mv, but the choreo and energy are great!

final thoughts ;

i'm so happy my boys are back and they definitely did great with this one. is it better than 5-star for me? mmm i don't think so if i were to compare them i still love the 5-star album more. HOWEVER i really think the b-sides are amazing on this album. megaverse and comflex are so amazing and cover me and leave are so nice. i love when skz show their more gentle and softer sides in their songs since they're known for bangers. the mv nearly tainted my whole love for this cb tho so i'm def gonna overlook that. however skz never disappoints with bringing the hype energy and once again they've shown out with this comeback. they definitely made it rock (lol lemme stop). overall out of 10 i think this comeback was an 8/10 bordering 8.5/10 bc i really like the album itself. i can't wait for their next tour i need to see this stuff live >:)

#izzy talks comebacks #stray kids #skz #stray kids comeback #skz comeback #skz rockstar #stray kids rockstar #stray kids lalalala #skz lalalala

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

A review of set me free ?!

- hey if u watched the mv what were ur thoughts?

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HAVE I WATCHED IT!!

(I took all these screenshots and everything last night but then fell asleep before I could finish it).

There's honestly so much to be said about this song, about every single aspect of it. It's so good. POP IS BACK!!!!!!!!

I was taken aback at first. I don't even know why because I said in one of my last posts that it would be a song very much in line with what boy groups have been doing lately, that it would be sharp and dark. I thought I knew what was waiting for me, but when the song actually started I still needed more than a moment.

It was what I expected and so much more too.

The beginning feels and looks like a controlled chaos. The formation, the "screams", the way it starts in a narrower part of the set than opens up behind them. Many people have described it as eerie and it's exactly what it feels like to me, too. To whoever's into zombies and apocalyptic movies/shows, it almost depicts that moment where the living dead are about to attack. I could describe it as so many things, actually. I also see vines twisting and turning. I see the Devil's Snare from Harry Potter.

The intro is about rearrangement. It's the beginning of change.

Watching MVs like this for the first time, MV's that I've waited for a long time, it's usually too overwhelming and I fail to really pay attention. The first time I watch without subtitles, and I did the same yesterday too. First time I watched it was without subtitles, and it sounded so big. It was a lot to take in, just from the sound aspect of it.

I have to mention it just because it's such a center piece in the song even though at this point I think everyone understands it, about the autotune being such a poignant, conscious stylistic choice.

I personally don't like that much autotune as they used in the verse where he shows up shirtless. I had to listen to it a few times to really get used to it. It's not that I didn't or don't understand how it was used, it's just a matter of what one's ear is accostumed to (in 2020, I wasn't that into black swan at first because of the autotune either, for example). In the end, autotune is a stylistic choice and people will like or dislike it because that's what styles are about. Shakira's song, one of the biggest songs in the world right now, is autotuned through and through. It was used in a different way than Jimin used it, but the song is still heavily autotuned. It's a tool, it's a style, it's something that's "in" in music, too. Because trends are also a thing in music, it's literally the reason the "80s, 70s, early 2000s" exist. Because there's a sound that differentiates them.

It's such a sad thing that the hate becomes so unavoidable everytime Jimin so much as breathes but I have to say there's something abnormally sinister in the way people are so fucking vile towards him for absolutely no reason. But that's a conversation for another time.

Moving on. This time, however, it went beyond the use of it stylistically; in this song I think it has actual significance. There's so much autotune in black swan, dynamite, but you see the difference there and now in SMF2 how Jimin used it to show progression and different voices throughout the song.

The use of autotune in fact gives me the impression that there's more than one person in the song. I think this could be done to try and portray a "conversation" between Jimin and Jimin, or also like I've said, to show progression, to make it seem like the song is actually moving, changing, it's not at a standing still.

Musically, it's fantastic, it really is brilliant. The choir, the (real) instruments, the beat, the background vocals. It doesn't seem like there was anything left to chance; everything served a purpose and it was thought through and there's so much detail everywhere. I've talked before about Jimin and his thing for details that make up an entire composition by themselves. There's a lot of that in this song and MV, too. The details feel huge and significant because they're so specific and polished.

It's funny because the part that I like the least of the song, seems to in fact be the climax of it. That moment he shows up shirtless, bare, where he sounds like he's screaming at the top of his lungs, moving the fastest he moves in all of choreo, the most frenetic verse: that's the peak of the song. That's the climax the song has been building up to until that moment.

This is the last shot right before he shows up shirtless and that frenetic verse starts:

He's in front of the camera but the dancers push him back and take him back into the formation.

One of the first things I thought of when I saw him with the writing on his chest was of idioms like "wearing your heart on your sleeve", "an open book". You're bare and you're being read.

I thought he would be dancing more. I mean, he's never still at any point but I thought he would be doing more choreography like the dancers. However, what I see is that he's actually dancing to his own beat. The dancers are a monolith of people dressed the same, moving the same way, even making the same sounds; but except for a few moments here and there, Jimin is moving a different way than the rest of them. I love this aspect particularly because he's never not involved; he's always part of the formation, he's even the center of it at all times and he's moving alongside them, but not with them. Many people see it as him being the commander, as the one leading the dance. I see it as the dancers representing that thing, or one of the things he's breaking free from.

He stands out from formation not because he's dancing in front of them, leading, which is usually the case when having backup dancers; but precisely because he's not dancing with them.

At the end of the most intense choreo moment (the shut up fuck off verse), this happens again:

This whole segment of the choreography starts and ends the same way: with him being dragged back into the dancers circle.

This time to be pointed at, singled out, recriminated. Judged.

(How cool is it that every single moment of the MV looks like a movie or even a painting? I keep thinking to the chiaroscuro technique).

Speaking of chiaroscuro, there's a whole theme of clashing elements in the song and in the MV. Well, not so much in the MV itself as in the cinematography of it, but in the song, as far as sound goes and in the choreography. I guess for me this "clash" that's most obvious in the song is the use of a choir in a song that's been autotuned like this. You don't really expect to hear a real human choir and real instruments in a song where there are elements that are computer-made. There's this sense of what genre am I exactly listening to???

I think the set is perfect for the message the lyrics are trying to convey. Having Jimin in different locations and sets wouldn't have actually delivered a feeling of being trapped. It had to be done like this because it's that place he's trying to leave, to escape. I also think it's really, extremely fucking difficult to have only one set in a music video and not make it boring.

If I had to choose, my favorite part of the whole thing is the choreography. The dancers really did a superb job, and I love that Jimin literally puts them in the spotlight. You want to watch the dancers as much as you want to watch Jimin, you can't help but watch them.

I said movie but it doesn't feel like one either. It has that flare of a contemporary dance play, actually. When the second teaser was released I thought it had the dramatics that only theatre can deliver. And it is theatrical like that.

The end gives me goosebumps everytime.

I also loved the reference to BTS songs. A line from ON, and "butterfly, fly away." I don't think any other member respects and truly embraces what it means to be a BTS member as much as Jimin does and that's a hill I'm willing to die on. And look at the results! So far, he's showing to be everything that was good about BTS. The best of BTS, that's Jimin.

It's not mine but I really love this take on the "butterfly, fly away" lyrics, too! I wish we'd know if this was his intention or not.

(I mostly think everything in this song/MV was intentional, but I also believe art can be interpreted differently, and as long as they're respectful, all takes are valid).

On the same note of things that could be intentional but also worked really well even if they weren't, this:

Which in turn relates to one of my very personal takes on the whole thing. The sense of repetition. There's the line "again, I repeat" but it's everywhere. Repetitions in the lyrics, the choir, the lines on the ceiling, the patterns of the wall. And that for me changes the whole idea from being imprisoned to being stuck and trying to break cycles. Set me free from this maze, from this constant wandering and circling back to the same thing again and again.

Well, I don't really know how to end this 😂 I wish the album and like crazy would come out tomorrow already. I wonder if like crazy will be a continuation of this, if it will represent the before or after, I mean will it be a consequence or a reason for set me free to exist. Or it could be not that related.

[dancing-to-architecture]

20 - ZZ Top - Eliminator (1983)

Ah, ZZ Top. The Houston blues-rock band known for spinning fuzzy guitars and big ass beards, except for the one guy who's last name was actually "Beard".

Having existed in America during the 80s and 90s (and having lived in Houston itself for a year and half) of course i know their hits (and i can see a few here) but I'm kinda excited to hear the deeper cuts.

Speaking of ZZ Top's deeper cuts: i got to see these guys live at Bonnaroo, but i don't think they quite got the point of Bonnaroo. Typically, if you're there, you're playing the hits. The Big Numbers. The ones you know everybody there is gonna be able to sing along to.

Over the course of 45 minutes, they didn't play a single song i could recognize.

I don't have an ounce of shame in saying that yeah, I left that set early and went to a different stage to watch The XX right as they started playing Intro.

Easily one of the better calls i made at that festival.

•Gimme All Your Lovin'-

Such a simple but effective drum beat. No frills but it doesn't need 'em.

Aggressively horny lyrics, but it feels almost campy with how straight they're delivered.

"If i blow my top, will you let it go to your head?" At the risk of sounding like John Waters for a moment, i think the world needs more barely-disguised lyrics about getting a blowjob, especially these days where it really seems like everybody's horny but nobody fucks.

"You got to pack it up, work it like a new boy should." Happy pride month, y'all.

•Got Me Under Pressure-

This girl sounds FUN AS HELL. I'm reminded of Sheryl Crow here: "are you strong enough to be my man?" (Yeah i know that's not what that song is about but play with me in the space here.)

•Sharp Dressed Man-

1000% the first song that comes to my mind when i hear "ZZ Top".

Also 1000 is likely the number of times I've heard this song in my 38ish years on this rock.

That riff still kicks all kinds of ass though.

Audience participation section: which movie's "main guy wearing a bunch of different suits for 5 seconds each" changing-room montage do YOU think of when you hear this?

(Correct answer: it's literally the background song for every. single. one. since this album came out.)

Also white gloves and looking for love...that's... certainly a look.

•I Need You Tonight-

I fucking love this song!

Oh wait, shit, no I'm thinking of INXS.

Jokes aside, i really like the echoing guitar tone.

Pretty solid bluesy "i miss my woman" song. If this album wasn't already stacked, I'd say this could have been a single.

And that solo, though!

•I Got The Six-

Before this one started, i was wondering what the six was referencing. A six pack of beer? I got your back? HAHAHAHA NOPE.

"I got the six, gimme your nine!"

Again, more songs about blowjobs! Sixty-nining, even!

And also, if you're attracted to women and you don't/won't eat pussy, know that i have lost some respect for you.

Horny as hell song, but it gets a nod of overall approval especially since the end is kinda hilarious.

•Legs-

ATTENTION META: 40 years ago, the bearded ones taught us all about the importance of having Legs and knowing how to use them. Y'all had no fuckin excuse for your floating torso mananangal-wannabe bullshit.

This song goes so fucking hard. At least 35% harder than a song about legs should go. I hate that it fades out during the solo, though. Let that man cook!

•Thug-

I know, I KNOW this album came out at least a decade before the show did, but that slap bass just feels Seinfeld-y. Funky, but Seinfeld-y.

Also, calendar check: June 21 is Thug Day, i guess. Remember to keep your machine guns and money secure, and bust your friends out of jail!

•TV Dinners-

Know what? I can appreciate that Billy and/or Dusty sings about processed microwaved slop with the same exact amount of gusto and dedication that he does about the most beautiful woman he's ever seen.

Otherwise it's basically a novelty song, imo. I can't believe it was a single.

•Dirty Dog-

Ah, the flip side of aggressively horny: the creepy/gross/misogynist angle. God forbid a woman does anything.

Also this really sounds like a ZZ Top b-side. It literally sounds like 4 of their other songs put in a blender for a while.

•If I Could Only Flag Her Down-

The misogyny continues and deepens.

In lieu of a review for this song, here's a lyric:

"I just want to crash her/

I just want to trash her."

And here's the vomiting emoji 20 times:

🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮

•Bad Girl-

"Praise kinks DNI": the song. I feel like i need a shower after hearing this.

Well, the second half of the album sucks some real shit, but Legs is still a banger. It's pretty easy to see why the deep cuts stay deep, though.

And, like many, many albums I've heard before: after the first 5 or so songs, it's just time to put on a new album.

Favorite Track: Gimme All Your Lovin'. 100%.

Least Favorite Track: If I Could Only Flag Her Down. I'll spare you another 20 vomit emojis.

#1001 albums #dancing to architecture #zz top #eliminator

[fonkeloog]

okay so i saw you were rating music taste? (if not feel free to ignore this ask sjdhsh)

Britt's music things (deluxe edition)

Why hello! This is fun, please everyone send me more music things. I love this <3 I tried not to be too harsh, but please know that all of this is said in good fun and I love getting to know people through their music.

That being said, I'm going to put a cut because I'm not as fancy as my friends and couldn't figure out the text in picture thing. So this has become rather long. (Comments were made during the first listen. They may change with time)

Ghostbusters: 4/10

A classic

I like the 80's sound a lot so you really can't go wrong with that in my books.

That being said; this song gets very repetitive very quickly (which is why the rating is so low)

I Love You Like An Alcoholic: 6/10

The start is cute and cozy, but I'm not sure if I like it.

Is this singing or just talking over music? We may never know.

It kind of feels like a musical song? I'm getting whiplash trying to figure out the genre.

I like the woman's voice!

Catchy in a funky way

Tom's Diner: 6.5/10

Really need to be in a certain mood to listen to this one, but it's in several of my playlists.

The voices are really nice. I like the raspy sound

The 'dududu' part is too long and makes me skip it a lot of the time.

Sunflower: 3/10

Oh no. I can appreciate some sound effects, but this is giving me shivers in a bad way. Don't like the start of this at all.

The chorus is a bit better. I think if the beginning was without the effects I'd like it a lot more

I may have to relisten to this before I like it?

Choking On Flowers: 2/10 (8/10 for the insomnia playlist tho)

Another slow one? Oh, correction, an extremely slow one.

That's it. I'm gonna call an intervention cause this is putting me to sleep (might listen to this tonight in hopes of beating insomnia).

It's too slow. And coming from me, who has a playlist over 8hrs long with slow songs, that says a lot.

Get It On: 6.8/10

Oh! This is more like it.

Still a bit slow for what I'd currently listen to, but I definitely like this.

It builds so nice, but I keep waiting for that one part that makes you go "heck yes!" But it doesn't happen :(

Should I Stay or Should I Go: 9/10

The Clash! My beloved!!

This! More of this!

I need a bit more guitars, and just a bit louder, but yes. This is what I love today. (I'm currently in a rock era? My pop/top40 loving self is very confused)

Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love: 7/10

Van Halen! Now you've got it.

He has better songs tbh. This is pretty soft (compared to, let's say Jump!)

I do like it a lot tho!

Broken Crown: 10/10

Mumford & Sons are so underrated, but I kind of want to gatekeep them?

I haven't heard this song before.

I love the folk-rock sound so much, can't go wrong with that tbh.

I love how they strip the sound and then come back with the instruments during/after the bridge. (That's a "heck yes!" Moment)

"I can take the road and I can fuck it all away // but in this twilight, our choices seal our fate." Love love love this line

Take On Me: 6.4/10

This is a classic and I will never not miss a chance to sing this during karaoke.

It's in my 'Old but Gold' playlist, but I often find myself skipping it.

Under Pressure: 7.6/10

Another classic. Queen & Bowie collaborating gave us some really good songs and I'm so glad for that.

It sounds so fun, but the lyrics are actually pretty sad.

Chamber of Reflection: 5.5/10

It sounds like something a friend of mine would listen to while smoking a joint.

It's not bad, but I wouldn't listen to this on my own.

The ending is so slooowww

Cigarettes Out The Window: 4/10

This tickles my brain, but not in a nice way.

This may be a 'wetleg' situation. Which means I hate it now, but will love it in a couple of weeks. So it gets an extra point for that.

Fahrradsattel: 6.9/10

This intro is... interesting? (Are those WHIP SOUNDS?!)

I have little to no clue as to what he's saying, but he want to be something?

Okay I translated the lyrics. I have questions

Guitar Solo: 9/10

Look. I love guitars. You had me at the title alone.

Puttin' on the Ritz: 5/10

This has become a tiktok song

I kind of like it, but I'm taking a point away because tiktok ruined it.

Very catchy

#britt's music things #but provided by queerdeadwizards #that tag is now my new favourite #britt's music things (deluxe edition)

[mirandacaroll]

okay well who's still up? here are my chaotic THOUGHTS!! (mostly written before i heard M3am)

honestly i dont get why people are so negative but also i do

i like a lot of the production stuff i like the gloomy comfy feel

it's SEXY baby

careerwise i get it it's smart ithink she's on a Path and I support her

it is a bit boring though girl sorry where are the bangers

that being said!!! this album will be SO GREAT on tour!!!!

also while everyone was mad this morning i was just vibing and fantasising about taylor getting sexy with her vocalists during lavender haze like jessie ware did when i saw her live

AND if shes going to continue on this path id MUCH rather have this than another folklore god bless

having a LOT of thoughts about 'my boy was a montage' oofffff good.good(yes! Yess!.jpg)

do you wish you could still touch her???????? helo?

(hey and ummm so Question...? is about k*ssg*te right? right?)

some of the lyric bits truly herendous as usual idk how she does it (a relAxing thought?)

honooble special mention for the sexy baby i guess what the hell taylor

(love the monster though) WHY THE BABY EHY

maroon bridge def reminds me of something but idk whattt (same with 'night i nearly lost you')

lottt of lyric recycling (champgne rosé happenstance blabla i get ittt)

quite a lot of (near)skips that wouldnt be skips if she would stop doing that weird lyric writing thing she keeps doing where she thinks she has to take a 'boring' song that's she's written and add a little spice, a little quirky diary girl thing that doesnt fit AT ALL just to make it more taylor or more orignal or whatever pls i wish she would stop doing that. she doesnt need it at all. you're taylor fucking swift you're good enough as it is baby

(also this sounds like a deep-rooted identity issue that i totally recognize but let's not get into all that!!!!)

still touch her???

not enough true bangers not enough truly soulcrushing moments (no i know she doesnt owe us heartbreak) not enough vocals that are not in her midrange or falsetto i want to SING ALONG

kind of tired of this talkative / mumbling lowkey way of singing but it's on trend or whatever i guess

but also just let her goooo it's like she's simultaneously rushing and holding it in (Jack this is on YOU)

do looooove the low registers yummm

didn't get Hole but for sure got a little bit of mazzy star

lot of late 90s / early 2000s vibes but in a good way like M2M (does anyone remember M2M of 'Don't Say You Love Me' fame?)

also heard Kate Bush and Death Cab

why does she keep repeating little bits of melody too like motifs i get it but i dont want it (is this the end of my endings)

please never stop saying fuck

also that little moan thing she does in karma

kind of waiting for the album to start the entire time im afraid....... like when is the DRAMA starting when are the drums the theatre the dancing the belting the anger the crying (again, written before M3am dropped)

something about the way she pronounces some.of her b/s/z is bugging me (beach)

the d-word was mentioned, good for her honestly

dont like that weird flat beat thing she uses a lot (like the Maroon intro) dont like that it's back

current faves: lavender haze, wouldve couldve fucking shouldve!!!!!!!!!, anti-hero, karma, vigilante shit (sorry its fun) (but if she releases that people are going to say it sounds like 'you should see me in a crown' and they would be right), great war (yes i like the uhuh seW me)

i know this whole album is going to grow on me though its nice to listen to

#taylor #midnights

[faith--in-the-future]

MILAN 10/04/2022

(my first concert<333) ok im still processing and a bit in shock so forgive me if I forget anything but I'll just write a few words to remember the night bc it was AMAZING

ok so first of all enormous thanks to @tanktop-lou and her family for giving me a ride and being generally great!

then thanks to the girls I met in line that I spent the night with bc they were SO NICE, when we were in line there was a dad with a sign saying "I'm looking for a ticket for my daughter " and one of the girls had an extra ticket to sell bc her friend couldn't come but when she saw this guy's daughter was like a 13yo girl she just gifted it to her !!! so sweet!💖 louies are great<333

also the line was INSANE and considering I only waited like 2 hours we got a great spot in the pit !! but truly the line went all around the parking lot MULTIPLE TIMES!! let's just say there was A LOT of pushing and running once the gates opened skjdk

then we got in and everyone in the pit was pushing already lol and I left a few girls go in front of me bc I felt bad for being so tall sksj but then the girl behind me started to get angry at me and my ponytail (??) so I just turned around and ignored her ksjzkd

anywaysss OTP were good although basically nobody knew their songs rip but they still made the best of it and the frontman was very good and energetic! and he tanked and praised louis so many times 🥺🥺🥺🥺 (also the security gave us water ! and told us to not throw anything on stage)

then it was another 30 minutes before louis and the adrenaline (and sweat shsh) were saturating the air. it was great to see a lot of guys and older ppl there too! everyone was so excited and it was so beautiful to see such a big arena get filled by people who were there for louis!!

then the curtain came up and the first lights started shining and let me tell you... his intro his AMAZING like there's an instrumental bit and a lights sequence that just builds up the excitement so WELL and you can literally feel everyone's hearts beating faster ! then the curtain falls and everyone just SCREAMS and from there on its nonstop just SPECTACULAR performance, every moment every light every note every smile it's all just so perfect and so well thought out, it's truly an experience worth every single cent I spent (which weren't even that many tbh for a show this good). I LOVED the screens and the various effects he had on them and the fact that we could also see the band at times, Michael's happiness was truly visible on his face and Steve was just SO GOOD and a great presence, they compliment louis and his energy so well,

LOUIS was just..... beautiful incredible SO FUCKING TALENTED like genuinely there wasn't a single note out of place and his voice was either so perfect it sounded like the studio version OR even better than that bc he was adding high notes and virtuosisms to the songs, his high notes are INSANE like truly he has an AMAZING VOICE and it fills an entire arena so well, I will NEVER understand the people who told him his voice was too weak, it's so far from the truth!!! truly I kept my eyes closed for most of beautiful War bc I wanted to enjoy it to the fullest, and most people also stopped singing bc his voice was THAT beautiful.

also man I'm ashamed to say I had not fully comprehended just how much effort and physical strength goes into every show , I jumped around and screamed a lot but I also took breaks bc it's genuinely so exhausting and while I was in one of these moments taking a break It hit me that louis does and will do this multiple times a week every week for MONTHS like it's truly insanely hard, I don't think I'll be able to move let alone talk tomorrow, I have no idea how he does 3 shows in a row sometimes. I've genuinely gained so much more respect for him and musicians in general tonight.

back to the show, the energy was GREAT everyone around me screamed every word (except 7 which I was like come onnn people it's been years!! but it doesn't matter bc I screamed it all!!!) and louis was visibily SO HAPPY to play in such a big venue and it was just 🥰🥰🥰🥰💖💖💖 the most beautiful feeling, also he was SO HOT!!! and everyone was just so in love with him. also he loved getting the shirts and hoodie and he pointed at a sign that called him a work of art<3333

my favorites live were probably beautiful War, walls, only the brave, through the dark and kmm , his voice in walls and beautiful War is SPLENDID and they're such beautiful moments, otb was BEAUTIFUL the whole venue was so pretty and the rainbow project came out so well!!! TTD and KMM are the perfect closing songs!!! SO much energy and everyone was using every single drop of strength they had left to jump and scream and we really gave it all !!!

and the pyros and silly strings are so amazing and a great experience live !!! it seems silly written down but they just add another layer to the experience and make it more tangible in a way, again everything was so well timed and thought out.

you leave the show truly understanding how much louis CARES and how much effort he puts in his work, he's truly an Artist and a Musician with capital letters and I'm just filled with joy at the thought that he'll get to do this and people will get to experience it for many years to come, I certainly can't wait.

louis, you were beautiful and you shine so bright, its no wonder why some people were always scared of letting you shine but you really proved and prove over and over again that real talent, real care, real love, really do make a difference ♡

#fan recap #💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 #milan #ITS SO LONG XKDKKX

[parkers-gal]

Can you please write one where the reader is singing about her ex and breaks down crying and Tom comforts her

if you’ve seen the bbc videos of ari g then this will make a lot more sense <3 (i subconsciously chose ag!reader for this so... enjoy) 

wc | 1.5k

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Today, you’ve planned to record every song off of your thank u, next album with BBC radio in the Live Lounge, just as you did years ago with a few songs from sweetener. It’s been almost three years since your number one album came out, and some of the songs are still yet to be performed live.

You love recording with BBC radio — your band and backup singers are just as included as you are, and there’s always a few invited fans up on the balcony to silently sing along. This isn’t the BBC special, considering you didn’t want to make a big deal out of this. But, because you decided to opt out of the television special, you’ve decided to include a few unperformed songs like “in my head” and “ghostin.”

Clad in a black hoodie, faded jeans and thick platform sneakers, you’re seated on the bar stool in front of the microphone stand. The keyboard player sits behind your right side, your backup singers in a studio box beside his set up. To your left is the drummer and two guitar players — one on the bass and the other on the electric guitar.

In front of you, behind the camera lens, seats Tom in his famous shit happens! Hoodie. His curls are messy and he wears a genuine smile, beaming at you while you put in your in-ears.

With a nod to the camera man, you give your final look of approval to the drummer before the camera starts rolling and the intro to “imagine” starts playing. Tom clasps his hands on his lap; he’s sitting cross legged on a shaggy rug with your favorite stuffed animal in his arms. He’s got a blanket beside him despite the fact that he’s perfectly content with his hoodie and jeans. He looks so soft and gentle, and you want nothing more than to sit beside him and sing your heart out, but alas, you stay put and settle on locking eyes with him while you belt the chorus to the first track of your fifth studio album.

Eventually, the song ends, and after successfully doing the whistles, you take a gulp of water before giving the producer another thumbs up. “Needy” plays and you start singing the intro with as much emotion as you can muster — the album makes you nostalgic. You made it during a time of heartbreak and self deprivation, where you were drunk off your ass and all you had was music to therapize yourself. It brings all those emotions back in a rushing flood of remembrance.

But here, in front of you after so much time, you see Tom with a supporting smile and eye dimples that make you want to write a thousand songs about him. You have love you didn’t have before, and that’s enough.

For the first time ever, you perform “in my head” live. You can already tell that twitter is going to flip when the video releases. As you sing the verses, you try to contain up as much consistency as you can, though your voice wavers slightly and you can feel yourself getting emotional. You power through, though, and when the song finally ends, you release a deep breath and drink some water.

Tom mouths a question, wondering if you’re alright. You assure him as best you can, giving him a small smile and a little thumbs up. You have approximately two minutes to compose yourself, seeing as they’ve brought in a few strings players for the next song. You’re singing the album slightly out of order — not that it matters much, but you are.

The producer, who’s behind the camera, gives you another notion with his hands, informing you silently that the next song is starting. You nod, setting down your bottled water and waiting for your cue.

With a shaky inhale, you let the beginning of “ghostin” consume your body. You’ve done this in the studio, when you first recorded the song. But it’s been so long since you've sung the song all the way through. And even then, you’ve never done it publically.

You take a deep breath one last time before you start singing. You see Tom from the corner of your eye, and you remind yourself that everything is okay, and that these wounds are healed and you’ve grown from the tragedy that was captured in your music.

You finish the chorus for the first time, successfully making it through the first verse. Not without a few stumbles and sniffles, though. When you begin on the second verse, everything comes rushing back to you — moments with Mac and moments with Pete, and moments with Pete where you’re grieving Mac and breaking Pete’s heart. It’s all too much at once and you realize you should’ve tried to rehearse it beforehand.

You wince at yourself, face contorting into that of a pained expression while you attempt to prolong the waterworks. You gasp into the microphone, skipping a few beats and a line in the verse to somehow compose yourself.

Everyone seems to be on edge, realizing how this might not play over well. Tom, though, is especially on edge, antsy while he watches you. He’s reading your body language, decoding your silent thoughts. He knows you’re going to break any second, he knows you’re not going to make it through the song, and while that’s okay, he knows you might not think so. He wants to be there, though, when you do break. It’s his job.

Your hands are shaky while you move up to grip the microphone in hopes of reminding yourself of where you are and what you’re doing. It’s a lost cause, though. You gasp into the microphone again, and suddenly you’re sobbing into the speaker.

You mumble out a quick, “I’m sorry,” before rushing out of the room, stepping off the chair and making your way away from the cameras as quickly as possible. You can hear a few gasps and murmurs from the few fans and the stage crew members, but you don’t pay them any mind,

Tom was off his ass as fast as you were, dropping the stuffed toy and racing after you with crazy curls and furrowed brows.

“Love? Love,” his gentle hands grip your arms and you gasp again, trying to breathe through your thick sobs. He shushes you, “It’s alright, baby. I’m here, I’m here, It's just me.”

You’re hidden away in his chest, nodding as best you can. Tom’s heart breaks as he feels you come apart in his hands. He doesn’t cry, though, not when he needs to make sure you’re okay,

Your nimble hands grip his hoodie tightly, balling up the cloth in your fists. Tom holds you carefully, arms around your waist while he tries to help you control your breathing.

“In ‘nd out, like this, yeah?” You nod, following his heavy breaths. “Everything’s gonna be okay.” He sucks in a breath, unsure on how to approach the topic. “You were good enough, baby. Everything that happened isn’t your fault — it never was, and it never will be.”

You peer up at him, lifting your head and wiping your eyes, You sniffle again, and Tom turns his head in hopes of finding a box of tissues. He’s grateful when a crew member is already standing by with a box in his hands. He leaves the two of you be after successfully handing Tom the box.

“Here, love,” he strokes your back with his hand while you blow your nose into the tissue. After a few silent beats, he breaks the quietness. “Y'alright, darling?”

You nod, wiping your nose with the edge of your palm before pulling the sleeves of your sweater down to cover your hands. You use the sleeves to wipe at the stray tears, and when you finally look at Tom, you wearily smile gratefully.

“Thank you, Tommy.” Your voice is timid and gentle, quite a contrast to the way he heard you singing not twenty minutes ago — before “ghostin” fucked with your mind. “Don’t know what i’d do without you.”

“Of course, my love.” He offers a smile, one you slowly return. “You wanna go back out there?”

You nod, silently leading the way while anxiously rubbing your palms on your jean-clad thigh. As soon as you step back into the Live Lounge, a round of applause goes around until everyone is clapping and cheering for you, including Tom. It warms your heart, and you laugh for the first time after crying, right into the microphone for everyone to hear.

“Thank you all so much,” you swallow thickly while the clapping settles down. “I’m so sorry about that. Let's give this another try, yeah?”

The producer mouths something at you, “Are you sure?”

You nod, almost excitedly, and he speaks into his headset. The camera starts rolling and the strings start “ghostin’s” introduction. With one final deep breath, you lock eyes with your sweet British boy right as you start the first verse again. This time, you make it all the way through. For the first time.

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[hangovercurse]

Our Song

At the last show of his tour, Kells invites you on stage for a duet, but it turns into a bit more than that.

Request: “Can you do one where the reader and Colson both are music artist. I know you're doing this with "The Thing We Can't Tell Pete about. But with this one they have been dating for a while and while they are in the middle of the song Colson decides to announce they're dating and gives her a kiss in front of the crowd, and the reader is just in shock. However it ends it up to you. Love ya!!!!!!!!”

Colson Baker x Reader

Warnings: implied smut/ mentions of sex, cursing

A/N: So, I used my own lyrics in here because why not (sue me I guess)

Word Count: 2326

The last two months had been absolute hell on Earth. Yes, you loved your job. Recording your third studio album was exciting but being busy all the time was exhausting. On top of that, your boyfriend being off on tour meant you hadn’t seen him in person in two months, which was driving you even more insane.

It also meant you hadn’t had sex in almost two months.

You’d called each other every night, even if you were both drunk off your asses or faded beyond belief. It had become your routine; get home from the studio, grab something to eat, then hop into the bath and facetime your blond boyfriend.

Tonight, was no exception, but the energy on the call was different. Colson was coming home tomorrow. Granted, he would be going straight to the venue for his concert, but he’d be here.

“You’re still coming tomorrow, right princess?” He asked, a joint hanging from his lips.

You smiled, nodding, “I haven’t seen you in two months. If I’m not there, you should assume I’m dead.”

He chuckled, “good.” He hesitated before continuing, “I was thinking you could perform with me. We haven’t performed White Sea in like a year.”

You bit your lip at the thought of performing with him again. He was right, after you’d finished live performance promo for the song, neither of you had performed it together. “Yeah, I’m down.”

The song was the first one you’d written together; it was actually the whole reason you’d met. “You don’t think people will get suspicious though? I mean, people are already catching on. I feel like performing it out of the blue would add fire to the flames.”

He thought about it, the wheels turning in his head. “I think it’ll be fine. Besides, it’s not exactly a secret.”

You nodded, “I know, we’ve just never really talked about telling people.” The last two words came out softer than you had intended.

Colson and you had been together for a year and still hadn’t officially told anyone outside of your closest circles. You liked the privacy, and getting the media involved always caused problems. So, you kept it to yourself. People saw you out together, but nothing had been confirmed.

Colson left the conversation there, not having a good answer. You had both agreed a long time ago that if people figured it out or someone slipped up and told you would be okay with it, and you would. You just didn’t think it was a big deal if people knew or not.

He started talking about his day on tour, the crowd he’d played to tonight. You told him about the song you were working on. Eventually he got called away by the boys.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, babe.” He smiled at you through your phone.

You smiled, “You better. I-“ You almost slipped up. Almost said those three words so casually. But you’d caught yourself. “I can’t wait.” You covered.

He gave you a small wave before your screen went back, the sound of the line disconnecting ringing through your bathroom. You put your phone on the floor next to the tub, leaning your head back and sighing.

You don’t know why it worried you so much. You knew you loved him, and you were pretty sure he loved you too. There was just something about saying out loud that scared the hell out of you.

 The next day was amazing. As soon as he texted you that he’d gotten to the venue, you were rushing to meet him there. When you stepped into the green room where he was, he ran up to you and grabbed you by your waist. Your arms went around his neck, legs around his as he lifted you up, burying his face into your shoulder.

“I missed you so much.” He mumbled into your skin. Your hands tangled themselves in his hair, holding him closely.

“I missed you too.” You whispered. He lifted his head up and pressed a deep kiss to your lips as your feet came down to touch the floor again. His lips were so familiar, it felt like the world had shifted back into place when you felt them on yours.

He pulled away, forehead and nose still pressed against yours. Your hands travelled from his neck to his shoulders, rubbing the fabric of his t-shirt. “I didn’t think I was gonna survive another night without you.” You said with a slight giggle, making him laugh.

“Well now you don’t have to worry about that.” He said, pressing a peck to your lips.

Before you could pull him back to your lips, your moment was interrupted. “We get it, you guys are cute. Whatever. Can we get hugs from our favorite girl?” Irv joked, pulling your attention to the group of guys near the couches in the room.

One of the things you loved most about being with Colson was how accepting his friends were of you. Slim and you had bonded over your love of music production and mixing, Baze had taught you some more complicated bass riffs, and Rook was your designated adventure buddy (after Colson, of course). You felt lucky that your boyfriend’s family had taken you in as one of their own.

You ran over to them, giving each of the guys a hug. When you hugged Ashleigh, she whispered in your ear, “don’t ever leave me alone with these lunatics again.” You both giggled at that, leaving the boys confused.

After messing around backstage for a while and catching up with your friends (mostly from the comfort of Colson’s lap), it was time for the guys to perform. You set up your spot side-stage with Ash, Irv, and Andre, excited to see the set.

Before he went on, Colson came over to you and pulled you in for a very giddy kiss. Pre-show Colson was your favorite Colson, except for maybe post-show Colson, only because he was so excitable. Every time you sat show side, he demanded you give him a good luck kiss. No matter who was watching.

Watching him was magical, in fact watching all the boys was magical. The way their passion showed through the music and the performance was something that not many other artists could perfect. You felt like you’d never match their level of performing.

When Colson brought out his acoustic guitar and two bar stools, you were a bit taken aback. Normally his shows were so high energy that he never wanted to sit down, even during the slower songs. It wasn’t really his style.

“I wanted to bring out a very special guest today to help slow this down a bit.” He said to the crowd as they screamed. “I haven’t performed this song in a very long time, but I figured today would be the perfect time to do it.”

He looked over at you, a smile on his face. It finally registered in his mind that he was talking about your song. Luckily, you’d had ears put in at the beginning of the show, so that wasn’t an issue. One of the venue’s techs handed you a microphone and signaled you to go on stage.

Once you came in view of the audience they erupted into another round of cheers, making you smile. Colson met you halfway and pulled you in for a sweaty hug. He led you over to the chairs, letting you sit down while he adjusted his mic stand. “For those of you who don’t know, not that there should be anyone who doesn’t know who this is, but just in case, this is Y/S/N. We wrote this song a little over a year ago today.”

You smiled as he started to strum the familiar intro, the lights dimming just a little bit.

Drownin’ in empty space.

You started singing.

Don’t even know my name

Feels like you’re miles away

Close my eyes, see your face

It’s okay

Rook brought the drum beat in as Colson smiled at you, his verse starting

Yeah

I was drownin’ in this darkness

Feeling like I was so heartless

All these drugs makin things harder

They tried to turn me to a martyr

You loved watching him party on stage, but you loved watching this side of him, too. Completely stripped down and raw. Hearing him rap the words you wrote together made your heart flutter, even if you’d written them so long ago.

I can’t handle shit I’m just a man

I tried to tell ‘em, they don’t understand

Riptide’s pulling me away from land

I couldn’t stand till you reached out your hand

And now I can.

The rest of the music came in, the sounds mixing as you began the chorus.

Drownin’ in empty space

Don’t even my name

Feels like you’re miles away

Close my eyes, see your face

The key raised.

Out on the open sea

Feel your eyes watching me

Wanted to fall asleep

Now I believe.

The music kept playing, but Colson’s rap didn’t enter like it was supposed to. Instead, he just looked at you, a fond smile on his face. You tilted your head, questioning him, but he just placed his guitar on the ground and kept looking at you.

“I just want to let everyone here know, that today is my one-year anniversary with this amazing woman right here.” He said into the mic, causing the audience to burst into screams. Your jaw dropped, eyes widening.

He caught your expression and laughed but kept going. “It wasn’t a secret that we’ve been together, but we’ve been quiet about it. But I mean, like, fuck that shit. When you’re in love you should tell everyone, right?”

You smiled at him, your heart picking up speed. “And Y/N I am so fucking in love with you.”

You looked down, trying to hide the heat on your cheeks and the idiotic grin you were sporting. You had never expected this from him. “Like, seriously, this past year has been the best year of my life. Even when we aren’t together you are the one thing that I look forward to the most, every day. You are one of the best things in my life, and I want everyone to know that.”

During his little monologue he had walked over to your chair and pulled you up into his arms. You nuzzled your face into his bare chest, making him laugh. He pulled the microphone away from you both so it wouldn’t pick up your conversation.

“Hey, look at me.” He said softly and you complied. “I love you.”

You had tears in your eyes as you studied his perfect features, “I love you, too.” You whispered. “I’ve wanted to tell you for a while I just…”

“I know, princess.” He smiled, leaning down and pressing your lips together in a sweet, passionate kiss. The audience erupted in applause, cheers, and awes. “Are you gonna say anything?” He asked once you’d pulled away, motioning to the audience with a smile on his face. You shook your head, burying it back in his chest and laughing. He spoke into the microphone, “she got all shy now.”

The crowd laughed with him, shouting supportive comments at you both. “But she said she loves me too so that’s all that matters.” He continued, earning even more cheers.

 After the show, Colson came backstage and immediately attached his lips to yours, hands holding you close. You pulled him into one of the unused dressing rooms, mouths never leaving each other. He hoisted you onto the counter, standing in between your legs, and leaned your back against the mirror.

Finally, he released your lips from his, making you whine. “I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about all this, but after last night I couldn’t keep it a secret anymore. And you just looked so pretty out there that I-“ You cut him off with a kiss, lips moving together slowly.

He chuckled as you pulled away. “Colson, I loved it. I was hella embarrassed because the first time you told me you loved me was in front of thousands of people, but I loved it. And I love you.”

He smiled, pressing a peck to your lips. “How much do you love me?” He asked, slyly.

You raised an eyebrow at him, knowing something was up. “Depends on your next statement.”

A laugh fell from his mouth as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small rectangular box. “Because I really hope it’s a lot.”

“What are you doing?” You asked him, giggling.

He lifted the lid off of the box to reveal a key with your first initial painted on one side and a C on the other. “You don’t have to, but if you wanted to maybe think about moving in with me, now you have a key.” He smiled as you took the metal in your hands.

You looked up at him with wide eyes, lips open in shock. “So, you’re asking me to move in with you?” You confirmed.

“Only if you want to. But yes.”

You smiled, looking back down to the key and then up to his face before pressing a passionate kiss to his lips. Your arms went around his neck and his hands went to your waist. “Of course, I want to, dummy.” You giggled and reconnected your lips.

“We’re supposed to go out and celebrate the last night of tour tonight, you’re gonna come, right?” He asked and you rolled your eyes.

“You act like I don’t wanna be around you.” You pushed his chest playfully. “But we might be a couple minutes late.” You smirk.

Colson raised an eyebrow, “oh yeah? And why is that?”

Instead of responding you just giggled and pulled him back into a kiss.

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Imagine: PRT TWO

Erik’s dancer bestie shows her freaky side FOR REAL this time

Warnings: SMUT, Erotic dancing, Stoner!Erik, Carefree!Erik. 

Suggested Listenings: Usher- Sex Beat

What was Y/N thinking? everything between Erik and her shifted the minute she used him for her heels routine. Beyonce’s words seemed to speak to her in that moment. It wasn’t just her erotic lyrics, it was Erik’s expression. He was drowning in lust towards her. He was looking at her body, so consumed with desire for her. No man has ever looked at Y/N like that; like his lust for her was eating him alive; leaving him starving. This is her best friend, the guy she came to for advice on the problems in her previous relationships. 

You’re too fine to be giving all your time and energy into him. Too fine. My best friend needs to know her worth...when was the last time you felt appreciated? When was the last time a nigga did something for you and didn’t expect something in return? Called to check up on you? Texted you back? Ate your pussy because he knows you had a rough week and you just need your pussy ate? Some good sex? When?

Maybe Erik was speaking on what he would do for her if she was his woman. He did look at her like she was the only girl in the world whenever they spent time together. Was he waiting for Y/N to finally notice how he felt? All of it scared her but excited her at the same time. Night after night after night Y/N prayed that she would finally have a man in her life that fully appreciated her because she deserved that. His sincere whiskey-colored eyes and warm dimpled smile expressed how proud he was of his “shy” best friend. He saw a side of her that he never thought he would see; a freaky, captivating, and talented side unveiled before him.

“Well! Let’s give these two some space because we already know what’s about to go down after this!” Dominique says, the other dancers agreeing with her. 

Y/N covered her face out of embarrassment for being put on blast, avoiding Erik’s intense eyes because she knew he was focused on her. Y/N anticipated the questions and what he would do when they finally are alone at his place. Y/N knows her best friend, when he wants something...he gets it. There isn’t a no that will stop him. He told her some of his sex stories. He never bragged on his dick but there is no doubt in Y/N’s mind that he is hefty between his muscular thighs. 

“Don’t act so shy now, you put this ass on me, right? You gon’ put it on me again later with yo’ freaky ass,” Erik whispers to her while she leaned over him in that chair, “This how you get down? Hitting splits and popping this fat ass butt?”

“Ain’t like you needed to know all of that,” Y/N sassed, “What I gotta tell you for? Ain’t like we fucking,” her warm breath tickled his ear, “Plus...I don’t think you can handle it anyway. Couldn’t even keep your hands off of me.”

“I swear, you talk so much shit,” Erik licks his lips, “keep this on too...we're going straight back to my place so i can show you what I can do with all this ass. Beyonce’s words won’t help you now, show me what you can do without the music.”

“Erik, I’m not walking out of this studio with my ass out,” Y/N poked out her curvy hip within Erik’s line of vision so that he could have something to drool over, “I’ll keep it on but I’m putting my pants back on.”

“You’re right, you’re right...that’s a lot of meat hanging off of you back there… that’s for me.”

“Please,” Y/N gawked at how bold Erik was, dragging his hands up the back of her thick thighs, all the way up to cuff her ass and jiggle it in his large hands, “I see you’re not behaving.”

“I entertained your little order but now I’m doing whatever the fuck I want.”

Y/N sucked air through her teeth when Erik slapped both of her cheeks in front of everyone. They had a little audience of women watching with envious eyes. His hands electrocuted her flesh and his fingers were digging painfully, letting her know who was in charge. 

“Wait until we get out of here,” Erik spoke in a hushed tone, “You heard what the fuck I said, Y/N?”

“I heard youu,” She looked around her, “You look like you want to risk it all right now...where is this coming from?” 

“Go finish dancing, we’ll talk about it later,” Erik swipes his hands over Y/N’s ass one more time before widening his legs for her to have space to leave. She was in a hypnotic state, her ankles wobbling the more she walked away from him. Out of nowhere, Mishon- Talk That Shit started playing, all the ladies shouting and gathering to the center of the dance floor. Erik sat still, observing Y/N swaying her hips in a circle while the beat played out in the intro. It sounded cool, Erik bopped to the beat, his movements in sync with the instrumental of the song. 

I'm 'bout to pull up on a bad one

Somethin' way better than the last one

Somethin' way wetter than the last one

Damn it been a minute since I had one, yeah, yeah

And this one dedicated to my ex (Yeah)

Let her know I'm on to the next (Yeah)

I really only miss her for the sex

I'mma 'prolly send her ass a text and let her know....

The cameraman was ready as he crouched down in front of the group of women freestyling and hyping each other up. Y/N got down into a squat, popping her ass and keeping a steady balance. She rolled her hips tantalizingly every single time the beat dropped. She ran her hands down the back of her neck, dragging them over her breasts while bending over to hit a side to side split, bouncing on that polished dance floor with her ass moving; left cheek, right cheek. 

“Talk that shit, Y/N!!!!” Erica came over to slap her ass, “That’s my girl!! Show these newbies how you show out sis!!”

Hands up, Y/N rolled her body while patting her thick thighs. She was giving a little more energy than usual since a certain someone was watching. She practically sweeped that floor with her body, arching her back to show off just how deep she can go for the dick, or how she likes to get her pussy ate from the back. Erik wasn’t ready. It was a good thing he came along with her, otherwise their true feelings for each other wouldn’t have surfaced. At least not today. There is no telling how long it would have been. Dancing always made Y/N horny and her pussy soaking wet. She couldn’t stop shaking her ass, bending over, doing splits, and wining her hips. The song was long over and the only music she had was the constant cheers from her fellow sistahs. Finally, a sweaty Y/N stopped dancing, her little display having even the cameraman checking her out with a new eye.

“Girl, you got him standing now,” Dominique whispered to her.

Erik was standing from his chair with his arms folded, the muscles in his arms and along the sides of his torso flexing to control himself. If she would have continued a minute longer, Erik would have scooped her up and fucked her on that dance floor, not giving a fuck if anyone watched. With ragged breaths and sweat rolling down her neck, Y/N walks over to him, her eyes focused on the pout of his lips.

“You ready to get out of here, Erik?” She already knew the answer to the question. He tilted his head down at her, taking his left pointer finger to rip a hole in her fishnets, 

“ You gotta ask me that?” He said.

She gave a little gasp, “Let me get my shit then-

“Yeah, you better hop on that.” 

____________

Erik was giving her that I’m about to fuck the shit out of you look the minute they stepped foot inside of his apartment. Y/N was currently sucking her thick green smoothie from her straw, matching his same heated look. She wasn’t about to back down from dick, there was no going back from what happened at the dance studio. Maybe they will have a serious conversation about it, maybe they won’t. Y/N knew no matter what, Erik would still remain her best friend...just with benefits added into the mix. Good dick and a strong friendship. Erik removes his shirt, his tattoo reading Fuck Reality on the right side of his ribcage in black ink against his russet skin.

“So, you must be that real nigga you were telling me about this morning,” Y/N gives Erik a teasing smile, “Am I right?”

“Shit...I can be,” Erik walks up to Y/N snatching her smoothie from her hand to drink some himself.

“I don’t want your germs,” Y/N makes a yuck face before plopping down on Erik’s couch to remove her shoes and velour pants, “putting your big ass lips around my straw like that.”

“Where else you want my lips then?” Erik takes one more sip before placing it on his cocktail table, “On yours? Wanna taste my lips, Y/N?”

“I guess to see what the hype is about,” Y/N giggles, “I’m kidding, yes, I do...you don’t feel weird about kissing me?”

Erik screwed up his face, “It’s just my lips and my tongue, Y/N...I could have given you that anytime...do you feel weird?”

“No, I’m okay with it...come kiss me,” Y/N crossed her generous thighs, patting the couch cushion next to her, “Sit.”

“Telling me what to do again I see.”

Erik takes a seat, Y/N wasting no time to climb on top of him, her legs straddling either side of his waist, the muscles in his hips digging into the flesh of her thighs. She tasted his lips first with her tongue, his chapstick seeping into her taste buds. Y/N drew back to stare into his eyes, to see if there was any conviction. Erik rocked his hips back and forth, inclining his head to press his lips against hers. Y/N allowed him to take the lead while she placed both of her hands on the back of his head. His lips are like marshmallows; squishy and sugary. Just the feel of them alone has her dragging her nails along the nape of his neck. She needed more of him. Opening her mouth wider, Y/N’s lips wrapped around his bottom lip to suck on it. She did it repeatedly, Erik’s head shaking and his hands on her lower back. They slowly started sucking on each other’s lips and tongue, stopping in between to gaze into each other’s eyes with knowing smiles before going back at it again sucking face.

“You taste so delicious...why didn’t you tell me how juicy and sweet these lips are?” Erik teases, bringing his hand up to wrap around Y/N’s neck to control her movements. All Y/N could feel was Erik’s spit from his thick tongue running down her chin. The sloppy kissing is a level of freaky that Y/N wasn’t more than prepared for. This is the type of energy she needed, none of that lazy shit. She couldn’t begin to express with words how much kissing Erik gave her chills all over her body. 

“You gon’ taste your pussy off my lips after I eat it, best friend?” Erik gives Y/N a full open-mouthed kiss, “I’ll kiss these soft ass lips after you suck my dick…”

“I love sucking and tasting my sweet pussy juices when I finger-fuck myself so you ain’t even gotta ask me.” 

“You a real freak, huh? Look at you with all my spit on your chin...mmm,” Erik uses his thumb to rub in his spit all over her chin, dragging it down her neck, “go ahead and grind on this dick…”

Y/N places her hands on Erik’s shoulders, getting into a squat over his crotch before rolling her hips in a tight circle back and forth over him. She could feel the mesh of her fishnet stockings dragging along the zipper of his cargo pants and possibly snagging. Erik grips her hips, eyes focused on Y/N’s, letting out a harsh breath when his now stiff erection connected with her phat pussy each time she rolled her hips back. One hand on the back of his neck, and the other clutching her left breast, Y/N really showed him how she rocked hard and steady, her pussy pulsating on his clothed erection that kept on growing beneath her. 

“Ooh, damn baby,” Y/N chews on her bottom lip, “You got my pussy throbbing…”

“You got my dick ready to bust with all this grinding you doing,” Erik squeezes Y/N’s ass from behind, “My shit good on that pussy? You wanna feel all this weight on you for real? I’ll give it to your ass…”

“I wanna feel it like this,” Y/N throws her leg over Erik’s head, her body turning before she arches her back over him, her hips lifting from his lap and her legs going wide and into a side to side split. She started bouncing and pushing her ass back towards Erik so he could have all of her weight on him.

“How hard you tryna cum tonight?” Erik hummed, giving Y/N’s ass a slap in the process.

“You already know, Daddy,” Y/N moaned as she popped her ass, waiting for another slap. He gave her what she wanted so hard that his hand print was visible on her brown skin through her fishnets. That only made Y/N freakier. She brought her hips up and arched her back, pushing her ass into Erik’s face.

“Damn you showing off, girl...horny as better fucking be with your pussy and ass in my face like this…” Y/N’s pussy connected with Erik’s pouty bottom lip causing it to drag, “Oooh, shit, I’m about to open that ass up for daddy...nasty as fuck with it.”

Erik pressed his thumb against her clit through the fishnets and her leotard, rubbing it in a circular motion with her hips moving slow and sensual in his face. Erik leaned forward to bite Y/N’s ass, the torture he inflicted only making her want more. She couldn’t wait until he got inside of her. Slaps, bites, and kisses has Y/N moaning and looking over her shoulder into Erik’s eyes. Impatient, Erik’s fingers hooked into Y/N’s fishnets, ripping them all the way down to her thighs. Her thick flesh squeezed out the more he ripped, the only thing covering her wet pussy was the leotard. Y/N wasn’t afraid when Erik wasted no time to pull the crotch of her leotard to the side so he could get a glimpse of her wet pussy. He was more than eager to spread Y/N’s lips to unveil the juicy clit he was rubbing on. Y/N watched Erik’s eyes change in shape when his tongue peeked from his mouth, flicking it along her slit to start. Y/N closed her eyes and vividly remembered just how that big, long, flat tongue slithered all over her inner folds, providing a seat for her pussy to cum on. 

“You got a meaty little pussy, Y/N,” Erik smiled down at her with his fingers pinching her outer pussy lips, “Yup...that’s exactly how I want you to look at me devouring this pretty pussy...you kept putting it in my face, you know I need this shit on a daily now, right? You not getting this pussy ate right, best friend...you come to me to get your pussy ate right.”

“How about fucked right?” Y/N’s eyes rolled shut before opening again, “I ain’t getting dicked down properly either.”

“Shit, I already know...with a gushy puss like this you should be fucked good and enjoying some big black dick.”

Erik slouched on the couch to bring his face closer to Y/N’s pussy. Y/N grabbed Erik’s lower legs to keep her balance when his juicy lips started slurping on her pussy. She could only imagine how her pussy looked right about now in his mouth. Wet and swollen. Erik started sucking on her pussy, proving to her instantly that he can eat way better than the bullshit niggas she dealt with in the past. He did it with so much passion, never missing her clit, inner lips, and her tight entrance with his tongue. His lips were sucking and kissing EVERYWHERE on her pussy, painting her slickness with his spit. 

“I bet that nut tastes so good,” He went in for more, his lips sucking her and spit falling from his mouth with no control. Y/N frowned in surprise when she felt Erik going for the gusto between her thighs, leaving her to reach back and hold her cheeks open to show him where he needed to put that tongue next. Spit dripped down Y/N’s belly and inner thighs from the awkward angle and it wasn’t long before Y/N’s hips rolled against the strides of Erik’s tongue and lips, causing Erik to slap her ass with both his hands coming down harshly to control her. He was silently telling her to keep still while he dragged his dangerous tongue between the crack of her ass to feast on her booty. His lips would suckle on her ass cheeks before his tongue was back in action, wiggling all in her booty while his thumb stroked her clit. 

“Ummm, you like eating my pussy and ass?” Y/N moaned while sucking on her fingers.

“Ummhmm,” Erik answered into Y/N’s pussy swallowing his face. 

“You said I can sit on your face anytime I want to, right? Let me straddle that pretty face, daddy...and I won’t come off it until you tell me to,” Y/N stood and turned, bringing one leg all the way up while balancing on her other foot. That movement made her pussy lips spread nice and wide, showing Erik all of her slick pink. 

“Damn, just got your pussy all out with your leg up like that...mmm, mmm, mmm.” Erik couldn’t look away from Y/N’s pussy, “I ain’t going nowhere, what you waitin’ on? Come sit on my face girl,” Erik smirked while laying back against the couch. Y/N lets her leg down, approaching the couch with Erik’s hands on her hips to help her up. Standing, Y/N straddles Erik’s face before dropping her pussy down on his mouth. Erik’s head is extended back, Y/N’s fingers pulling on his dreads to move his head.

“Yesssss, daddy, tongue kiss it...mmm, you got this pussy feeling good in your mouth.”

Erik was licking her deep, delicious pussy and nibbling on her clit. He was drooling down the side of his face because everytime he got her pussy in his mouth her sweet taste would make him salivate. Each time she grinded her hips against his lips, Erik could hear her wet folds. 

“...Oh, my...God, oooh shit, Ima fucking cum in your mouth, Erik, oooh fuck keep sucking on my clit like that,” Y/N’s eyes shut tight as her clit began to tingle and her thighs tighten around his head. Y/N was more aroused than she’d ever been and Erik’s hums and moans in her pussy had her bouncing on the tip of his tongue, unable to hold it any longer, “Lick this pussy up, E, I’m cumming, shit, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!!!!” Y/N moaned loudly while Erik coerced her to keep cumming on his tongue. She hollered while Erik intensified her nut by wrapping his lips around her sensitive clit. Her legs began to involuntarily shake so he stopped to gently kiss her pussy lips before lifting his face from beneath her.

“My pussy won’t stop contracting,” Y/N spoke breathlessly, “I just love the way you eat pussy,” Y/N turned around to sit on the couch, her body pressed against Erik’s and her hand stroking his crotch, “This that big black dick I’m about to suck?” Y/N leaned in to kiss Erik, dominating him hard as fuck while gripping the back of his head before looking down at her hand rubbing up and down his thick bulge “This that big black dick you fucking my pussy with?”

“You got permission...come eat this dick, you got all that talent in your hips when you dance let me see you deep throat this dick...if you don’t do it right I’m fucking your throat up.”

Y/N was on her knees with her tongue poked out. She was now undoing Erik’s pants, grabbing his dick up and pulling it out from it’s constraint, “Please daddy, let me taste it...I need to feel you in my mouth,” she tells him this as she is on her knees rubbing her clit. With her other hand, Y/N pulls the straps to her leotard down, her breasts spilling over so that he could have something else to admire while she went to work on his dick. She grabs Erik’s shaft and kisses the head of his dick first before wrapping her beautiful lips around the head and sucking it. She sucks on just the head while her hand twisted and gripped his fat dick. Erik was loving the way her tongue would twirl around the head of his dick before she tried to fit all of it in her mouth.  She would suck it slowly as if her mouth was making love to his dick.  

“I love how you sucking it all slow, baby girl, take your time with it...warm that slutty little mouth up so I can deep throat you...mmm, yeah, keep looking up at me like that.” 

Y/N was staring into his eyes as if she was saying Look at me making that fat dick disappear. She slowly moves her head back and lets Erik’s dick fall out of her mouth and spits on it before tracing her tongue up and down the vein that was in the middle of his dick. She squeezed his shaft as hard as she could so she could feel his dick throb like a heartbeat.  She did this a couple of times before holding his dick below her mouth so she could drool all over it making it nice and slick.  She put Erik’s dick back in her mouth and started to suck it and stroke it in a rhythm. 

 “Fuck, damn, shit, damn, fuck,” They were the only words Erik could say that were not moans as her mouth made love to his dick. She sucked his dick so good Erik’s head lazily fell back against the couch, his lips parted while he watched her through his barely open lids, “Sucking this dick so good girl, this yo’ specialty? How sloppy do you get it? Spit on that dick,” She spits, watching it slowly drizzle down his dick, “There you go, girl,” He hissed.

“Are you gonna cum all in my mouth daddy or do you wanna shoot it all over my pretty face?  Please daddy give me that nut..I’ve been such a good girl for you haven’t I?”  

When Erik heard her say that shit he had to fight back from filling her mouth up with his thick nut.  

Y/N looks so beautiful making love to his dick with her mouth but she asked him to fuck her mouth not make love to it.  Erik placed his hand on top of her head and started to thrust his dick in and out of her mouth with a fucking vengeance. Y/N started squeezing his hip before clawing the skin of his thighs. She couldn’t use words since she was gagging on Erik’s fat ass dick so that was the only way she could communicate how much she loved the way he fucked her throat. 

“You like that right there, baby? You like the way my dick moves in and out of that mouth?” Erik lifts her head up by her hair, his dick falling out of her mouth standing straight up, “Can’t forget the balls, baby, they need love to, suck on my balls..matter of fact stand up and turn around I want that pussy back in my mouth.”

Erik could still taste her pussy on his lips, he needed more of Y/N’s fat, juicy pussy. More head didn’t stop her from turning around, bending over again, and pushing her pussy in his face. Erik spreads her lips and almost shed a tear at the sight of her creamy folds waiting to be slurped up into his mouth. With a thrilled tongue Erik french kissed her pussy, concentrating on pleasing her pretty pussy.

“Fuck,” was the only word that came out Y/N’s mouth as Erik sucked on her clit softly and slides his fingers inside of her. 

“Do you wanna cum baby?  Do you wanna feel my lips squeeze your clit while I finger fuck this pretty pussy?...you want me to lick and suck your clit till you squirt all over my face?” Erik asked Y/N over and over those three questions until she gave him the answer he wanted to hear. Instead of giving him a verbal response, Y/N bends her body, practically folding it in half, grabbing Erik’s dick in her hand and started sucking his dick upside down. The gagging and slurping she was doing on Erik’s dick from that angle was like music to his ears. She pulled his dick towards her mouth with her hand wrapped around his heavy balls, slapping it on her face and lips before sliding it back between her lips.

“That shit feels so good, girl suck this fat dick...yessss suck them balls,” Erik’s tongue dragged up and down, Y/N’s clit while he slapped her ass for sucking his dick so good. When she swallowed all of him Erik’s fingers went deeper and faster in her pussy, “You’re about to get the shit fucked out of you, Y/N, keep going, make me bust a nut, make you taste that fucking nut for the first time, have you gulping that shit down every fucking chance you get, girl,” Erik hissed when Y/N’s pussy gripped his fingers, “Gripping me, huh? You better fucking cum on my fingers...good girls get treats, bad girls get what’s coming to them...which one are you?”

Erik’s dick left her mouth so she could moan and cry out. Her ass wiggled against him when he buried his fingers deep within her, making that cum spill out and splash his face just like he wanted. Erik buries his face between her cheeks to savor her taste. 

“Time to get in that tight pussy, come here,” Erik picks Y/N up, wrapping her legs around his waist himself. She was weak in his arms from her orgasm, the muscles of her inner thighs quaking around Erik’s waist. He was taking her to his bedroom. Y/N could smell the blueberry OG kush the closer they got. Door cracked, Y/N’s eyes studied a trippy mushroom ripple tapestry. It has fluorescent inks contrasted by fuzzy black velvet, the vibrant colors of his mushroom ripple velvet poster having her buds hypnotized. This is one of the posters her and Erik stared at whenever they took a high trip. 

“You squirted all over my face, girl,” Erik drops Y/N down on his bed, “Yeah, that shit was sexy as fuck, my shit is on rock after you did that shit...what that pussy looking like now, huh?” Erik didn’t wait around for Y/N to get out of her dazed state as he pulled her leotard off of her body while his lips left a trail over her smooth brown skin. Y/N was finally fully naked in front of him, her beautiful melanin skin glistening in the black lighting of his room. 

“Oooooh, that shit is gushy...she tight too...them walls were squeezing the fuck out of my fingers,” Erik brought Y/N’s legs up, her legs splayed out like an eagles wings. This was that you ain’t going nowhere position. 

Erik and Y/N maintained eye contact while Erik grabbed the weight of his dick, tapping her pussy with it a few times before pushing past her tightness, Y/N looking from his dick to his face with blissful surprise before clenching her walls around his dick. Y/N moaned while twisting her head from side to side, burying her face in Erik’s pitch black pillows. All she could see within the blue hue of his room is Erik’s large, muscular body looming over top of her. It felt like a glowing dreamscape like she was in a club. Y/N could feel his dick slipping past her opening repeatedly but every time she tried to look at his dick she would grow weak from sensitivity and fall back against his bed. 

Y/N moaned out when Erik hit her barrier, “oooooo, fuck!”

“Damn, girl,” Erik sucked in air through his teeth, “You enjoying this big dick girl, taking it real good...OOOOH SHIT, Y/N-

Erik pulled out rapidly to rub the wide tip of his dick along Y/N’s clit to force her squirt out. No wonder why her walls pushed Erik’s dick out, she was flooding him and the bed. Erik was back inside, manhandling Y/N with his dick burrowing balls deep. Erik’s hips smacked into Y/N’s and each time he thrust inside she would moan out. Erik rounded his hips to reach every crevice of her pussy, his dick hitting her A spot at the bottom of her pussy. That shit made Y/N’s eyes roll. His locs were hanging over his eyes, the sight alone driving her crazy. And then, he started to whisper nasty things to her, things she wished the men in her past would say to her.

“I’ma fuck you all day everyday now, best friend...Shit,” Erik massaged her feet while leaning over her body, his fingers smooth between her pretty toes before changing positions, moving her right leg to cross over the other so he could stroke her while she’s laying on her side, making an even tighter space for his dick to fit through. Erik couldn’t keep his plump lips off of Y/N while his hips snapped into hers. His strokes weren’t sloppy, they were perfect. 

“Unh, I love your dick so much, Erik.”

“Of course you do, you ain’t have it like this before...stretched out like this before...deep dicking that wet pussy,” Erik whispered in a loving but demanding tone as he stroked her deep, making it hard for her to focus. Y/N pulled the sheets from the head of his bed trying to ease her pussy off of his dick a little bit. 

“Where the fuck your think you going? This creamy, beautiful mess you make on my dick and you tryna run? Get your freaky ass back here, you knew what time it was when you played with me at that studio,” Erik picks Y/N up from the bed with his dick still inside of her, “I bet you won’t run now…Look at my dick, baby girl, I bet none of them niggas didn’t have yo’ shit looking like this, pussy creamy as fuck.” 

Y/N was riding his dick with her hips snapping into his at the right moment. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of his face. The ecstasy, the cockiness, the glare, his gruff tone and deep growls, his dick fucking her senseless in the air like her thick ass didn’t weigh anything, she was trying to figure out if her sanity was still intact.

“Damn, E, you fucking me,” That’s all she could really say the more he drilled her. He was spreading her ass, getting all up in her like she wasn’t wide open enough with her legs around his waist, “oooooh Erik you got me shaking ang gripping that dick!!! Ooooh. Ooooh. Fuckkkk, Erik you ain’t right for having dick this good,” Y/N grabs Erik’s face, “Oh my God I’m gonna cum again I can’t believe this shit…”

Y/N started cumming so hard that a vein protruded from her neck and her nails clawed the back of Erik’s neck, scratching him up and causing it to bleed. Erik started sucking on her bottom lip, coaxing her into a searing kiss that grew more intensified each time their lips locked. Erik held his dick inside of her while kissing her, turning around to sit on his bed. The kiss was so damn good. Her lips practically melted into his. This man could really tongue a woman down. Y/N had to break the kiss to stare at him for a moment. Erik chuckled, smoothing his hands over her ass before kissing the corners of her lips just as soft. Y/N melted in his arms.

“You Gon’ dance on the dick now?” Erik whispered to her, “I wanna see you move your hips in slow motion while you ride this dick.” 

“We need music for that,” Y/N lifts from Erik’s lap, her body shivering when Erik’s dick slipped from her pussy, “Let me grab my phone-

“No need for that I got my MAC,” Erik stands, grabbing his laptop from his desk that housed a marijuana cannabis plant, a small fish tank, and an electric neon green beaker bong. Erik opened his laptop on the bed, brushing the shake from his keyboard. Y/N walked around to where he leaned over the bed to look through his iTunes library. She got down on her knees, grabbing his dick up in her hand to suck all of her cream from it. 

“How you know a nigga needed to be sucked up?” He looked down between his legs at her, “this where your lips should have been from the beginning.” 

Erik finally finds a song. A piano solo started in the beginning, the soothing melody causing Y/N’s eyes to connect with Erik’s, a knowing smile on her face. Oh, the first time she heard this song, she imagined herself fucking some lucky man with a big, black dick to it. Erik bops his head as soon as the beat dropped, the sexual stimulating instrumental igniting both of their bodies. 

Yeah

8-8-8-808 kick, drum check-check-check-check (hey)

Shaker, hi-hat

Make it clap, kinda sound like sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex (yeah)

8-8-8-808 kick, drum check-check-check-check (hey)

Shaker, hi-hat

Make it clap, kinda sound like sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex

(Let’s go)

Erik crawled onto the bed, his sinewy body looking like milk chocolate under the black lights and his dick in hand, jerking it. Y/N tapped into her dancing skills, her hips swaying back and forth, back and forth. She closed her eyes to allow the beat to flow through her ears, pattering against her ear drums. 

Sex beat, turn it up loud

'Til I blow my speakers (hey)

Get lower than my Subwoofers

Or high as my tweeters (yeah)

My diva, eat you up, like you my gourmet chocolate Godiva

Call FEMA, got her wetter than Hurricane Katrina (yeah)

Anything I say, let's do, she with it

With it, with it, with it 

Have you ever had orgasm in the double 

Digits, digits, digits, digits?

Not until tonight she hasn’t. He couldn’t have chosen the perfect song. Now Y/N was slow grinding her hips, bringing one shiny, delicious leg up onto his bed, climbing on top and standing before his resting body. Erik’s arms are spread out on either side of the bed while he moved his hips in tandem with hers. He looked so delectable laying there with his big, long dick; the right thickness and big head. Then, his face and body was so fucking perfect. 

Do the math and I'll do the work (yeah)

Break it fast and I'll break the curse (yeah)

Make it last and I'll make you first

And if you make it splash, then I'll make you squirt (okay)

She miss that every night (okay)

How I lick it (yeah), put it down 

All I wanna do is live it up (okay)

Girl, I'll never let you live it down

So press rewind on that sex beat

And just feel all the sensation (what?)

Who you know stay in his bedroom 

But still got the whole block shaking, Luda (let's go)

Y/N turned around giving Erik a full on view of her naked ass twerking, popping, swaying, bouncing, and jiggling above him. Y/N bends over, hands on her knees while she makes her cheeks bounce one at a time whole rolling her back deeper like she didn’t have a vertebra. All Erik could see from his view was Y/N’s pink slit and her big booty making him dizzy with how much it moved. He reached one arm up to slap her ass, causing Y/N to move her hips lower, basically riding his face in circles.

Sex beat (yeah)

Sex beat (ooh)

Put this on and watch us take it 

As far as you let me (do it to a)

Sex beat (yeah)

Sex beat (ooh)

When we get in that room and the bass go boom

Something about the way you make me move, move

Y/N made a bridge with her back, snaking her hands up Erik’s legs before clawing the hard surface of his eight pack. She trailed her hips down to rest on Erik’s chest, rubbing her clit against him. Her hands were in her hair, ass twerking on him, causing the bed to bounce. 

Sex beat (oh)

Sex beat (yeah)

Put this on and watch us take it 

As far as you let me, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah

Sex beat (oh)

Sex beat (yeah)

When I get in that room and the bass go boom

Something about the way it make me move, move

Y/N slowly bends her body forward, forming a pancake split while bringing her hips up and down, up and down. Her pussy smacked against his stomach, Erik staring at it in astonishment like he ain’t never seen an ass like that. He wanted to know where she got that from with the way she moved it to the sing. Usher’s voice was the perfect fit for her lustful performance. 

Listen, this ain't no regular occasion, nah

This ain't no test in keeping patient

So you don't need to keep me waiting, waiting

Your body language I'm translating, translating

I'm tryna hear it all from your head to your heart

Yeah, tryna steal your soul, how much deeper can I go?

I painted pictures in my mind

Tonight, I'm bringing 'em to life, oh-oh, through my

Y/N was over Erik’s crotch now, grabbing Erik’s hefty dick, smacking her pussy with it to the song, Erik tucked his bottom lip between his teeth while thrusting his hips up to meet her pussy, matching her same energy. 

“Come on get that dick up in you, give me that pussy,” Erik spoke with a muffled tone over the music. 

Y/N lifted her hips up, holding it in the air while lining Erik’s wide head up with her tight pussy. Circling her hips, Y/N went lower and lower, the tip of his dick the only thing inside of her wet cavern. Erik could see her chocolate pussy stretched around him so snugly the more she danced on his dick. It was as if her walls moved with her body. The squishy ridges kept gliding across the tip of his dick, Erik’s head raising to the ceiling. Y/N looked back at him, their eyes unblinking and focused. They both mouthed the words to the course of the song.

Sex beat (yeah)

Sex beat (ooh)

Put this on and watch us take it 

As far as you let me (do it to a)

Sex beat (yeah)

Sex beat (ooh)

When we get in that room and the bass go boom

Something about the way you make me move, move

Sweat formed on Erik’s forehead and around his neck. She was working just the tip and it had him on the brink of busting a nut. Erik growls, changing positions, tooting Y/N’s ass in the air, rubbing her cream all over his dick before BAM! He was right back in. His hands held her hips while she rebounded her hips to get all of his dick. Erik would stroke to the beat, feeling the music, relishing in his sexual high. This was better than laying on his bed late at night with some wavy music in the background, weed in his hand and ghost inhaling his smoke. 

“Fuck, daddy, yes,” Y/N bites down on her bottom lip “ooooh, fuck right there,” Y/N reached back to stroke his balls, “Right there daddy, get this pussy.” 

Erik could barely make out her words as the song played. 

Yeah

On a star, you oughta wish no regular wish

'Cause we're making love and you taking all of it, uh, yeah

This ain't no regular

I'll make you better with this

I'm investing in it

Oh, let me save

Let me upgrade your love, oh

Heaven I'll take it, ohh-oh

Never get enough of this!!!!

Erik really started giving it to Y/N, fucking her brains out so she can forget where she was and how she got there. He hooked his hand in the crease of her elbow, holding her in that position while his hips pistons in and out of her pussy. 

“Please, daddy, keep fucking me like that!!!” She shouted so that he could hear her.

Sex beat

Sex beat (uh, ohh)

Put this on and watch us take it 

As far as you let me (do it to a, yeah)

Sex beat (yeah)

Sex beat (ooh)

When we get in that room and the bass go boom

Something about the way you make me move, move

“Can’t show this ass no mercy with how you teased me at that dance studio TWICE. This how I’m docking you the fuck down whenever you come see me since you wanna be a bad girl.”

“Daddy, I promise I won’t be a bad girl again!” She lied. She will be a bad girllllll if that’s what she’ll get each and every time. 

“I know you were imagining me inside you, Y/N, tell me I’m lying? You were imagining me being that nigga to handle your freaky ass the proper way,” Erik snapped his hips hard making her squeal, “can’t nobody fuck this fat pussy like me…make you cum like me,” He snapped his hips again, “you hear what the fuck I’m saying to you?!” He spoke roughly through clenched teeth.

“Yessss Daddy!!!” She yelled proudly while the song faded out.

Ha

8-8-8-808 kick, drum check-check-check-check (hey)

Shaker, hi-hat

Make it clap, kinda sound like sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex (yeah)

8-8-8-808 kick, drum check-check-check-check (hey)

Shaker, hi-hat

Make it clap, kinda sound like sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex (yeah)

“I feel that grip you keep giving me- oh my fucking God, bitch,” Erik slaps Y/N’s left ass cheek so hard she almost pushed away from him, “NOW DATS WHAT DA FUCK I'M TALKIN' BOUT!!!! DIG IN DEEP & TEAR DAT PUSSY DA FUCK UP!!!!!” He spoke with slang. 

“Erik,” Y/N shoves Erik back so she could crawl away from him. Her lower half was spasmodic and way out of her control. Erik climbed over her, thumping her ass good and making her squeak. 

“Ima give you a break real quick, I still ain’t get my nut, Y/N.” 

She knew he was holding off on cumming intentionally. Erik walks over to his dresser, grabbing a long, wooden box with outer space and distant galaxies painted on top. He brings the box over to his bed, sitting it down beside him. As he opens the box, Y/N can smell the blueberry OG kush and it seems to wake her up more. She flipped over onto her side, watching Erik place some of the strain inside of his weed grinder, crushing it up so he could roll a fresh blunt. Webbie- Give Me That was playing now and Erik was rapping to it while rolling his blunt with close concentration. 

Girl give me that 

(oh oh oh) Girl give me that 

Girl give me that (pussy) 

(oh oh oh) Girl give me that 

Girl give me that (pussy) 

(oh oh oh) Girl give me that there 

Girl give me that pussy 

(oh oh oh) Girl give me that...

Y/N already felt high smelling the weed and her tongue salivated to taste it. Erik’s thick tongue sealed the blunt before placing it in the corner of his mouth, looking back inside of his box to find a Bic lighter. He couldn’t find one, forgetting that he must have left it in his car. Erik gets up from the bed, leaving the room for a second. When he came back he had a barbecue lighter in his hand, causing Y/N to snort. 

“Shut that shit up, goofy,” Erik lights his blunt, tossing the barbecue lighter on his desk. He took a puff, gathering up all the smoke he inhaled. He let it sit in his cheeks for a second or two, then, he opened his mouth, forming an ‘O’ shape with his lips. He pushed the smoke out of his mouth by opening and closing his throat. Erik passed Y/N the blunt, watching her take a few puffs before she handed it back to him. 

“Turn around so I can suck on your pussy,” Erik took another long drag of his weed before sitting it in an ashtray on an end table next to his bed. Y/N flips over on her back, bringing her thighs up and out. She spreads her pussy lips with her fingers, the black lights making her pink nails more vibrant. Erik got down on his knees between her legs and started flicking her clit with his tongue before giving Y/N the same sloppy head with a lot of spit. She watched him with her mouth hanging open and eyes low. 

“I can’t stop eating your pussy, Y/N, all I wanna do is eat your pussy,” he looked up at her with his eyes low, his long lashes shielding his eyes, “My head will live between your legs I will eat this motherfucker whenever,” Erik starts laughing, causing Y/N to laugh, “pussy taste like cotton candy.”

“Erik,” Y/N fisted his dreads, pulling his face towards her pussy, “you love eating my pussy then suck it, come on,” Y/N says with a whiny tone, “yess oh my goddddddd,” Y/N threw her head back with a frown of ecstasy plastered on her face, “fuuuuckkkk I wanna cum all in your mouth! Wrap those juicy lips around my clit daddy...oooooh, yes!!!”

Y/N held her pussy lips open, Erik looking up at her from between her legs while spitting on her pussy, dragging his tongue around her clit and down to her right hole, tracing where the spit travels. Erik couldn’t pass her hole without sticking his tongue into it. Erik gently tongue fucked Y/N and her cream from inside is getting all over his tongue,

“You taste so fucking good,” He whispers, smiling up at her while licking her pussy slowly. He licks back up and starts gently sucking on her clit. This is her favorite. Erik smooths his hands up her thighs, acting like he was making out with her pussy, sucking on the lips and on her clit, moving his head in circular motions to create pressure. With a strangled cry Y/N’s entire body went rigid and a creeping sensation took over her body before her orgasm gushed out of her like a broken damn. 

“Mmm,” Erik chewed on his bottom lip covered in Y/N’s juices while using his fingers to rub her puffy labia and clit in soothing circles. His eyes studied the slow movement of his hand while Y/N cried for him to fuck her now. 

 Mouth dripping wet, Erik suctioned Y/N’s skin with his lips while moving up the length of her body. Kissing in between her breasts, Erik drags his lips over to her left breast, pressing his luscious lips against her erect nipple, his thick, curled tongue rolling out to circle her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. With his left hand Erik strokes her right breast, sliding his fingertips lightly across her nipples causing her to gasp and moan.

“You worked that ass on my dick can you handle me going deep like this again? Last time you tried to crawl away from me...tryna keep that fat puss away from me,” Erik moves her hands from her thighs bringing them above her head. Erik squeezes Y/N’s left knee with his left hand while grabbing his thick shaft with the other, tapping her clit with it before gliding in slowly, sucking air between his teeth harshly before dragging his pouty bottom lip between his teeth a low, fucccckkkkk rolling off of his tongue. 

“Mmmmmm,” Y/N exhaled, her eyes focused on Erik’s ceiling, “FUCK that fat ass dick…this big ass dick oh my goodness...this what other bitches got to have? All this big dick? Oooooh, Ima cum all over this dick it’s soooo fucking gooood, fuuuuckkk,” 

“See, I told you,” Erik groaned while pushing his dick further inside of her, “That’s right, take this dick, best friend.”

Erik used his body weight to push deeper and deeper, pulling himself almost all the way out just to snap his hips into hers sharply. Erik scoops his dick in and out of her pussy so expertly Y/N had to sit up on her elbows to watch him. He would wind his hips, a sly smirk painted on his face the more he watched her unravel beneath him. Her pussy is stupid tight, probably the tightest pussy he ever had. His dick was on swoll and it amazed him at how hard her pussy made his dick. The more Erik picked up pace, the louder Y/N became. Erik leaned down, muffling her cries with his tongue stroking her tongue. A constant mmm mmm mmm came from Erik with each stroke he made. 

“Mmm,” he strokes, “mmm,” He strokes, “mmmm,” He hit a spot inside of her that had his head shaking, “I’m about to bust…”

“Cum in my pussy...it’s okay, I’m straight,” Y/N reached down between her thighs to stroke Erik’s heavy balls while he fucked her.

“Damn...you want me to fill this pussy up with my nut? Make this creamy, fat pussy extra messy? Straight GRIPPING,” Erik watched his glistening dick push in and out, “I got your pussy lips gripping this thick dick while I dig you out, mmm...rub your pussy, come on,” Erik places his hands flat on the bed on either side of Y/N’s head while slamming his hips into hers, causing the mattress to bounce and make a ton of noise like the instrumental to Trillville- Some Cut. 

“Unnh, Unh-

“Yeah girl, work that clit, fuckkkk Y/N, I’m about to nut I’m this juicy pussy, give this pussy a cum shower, Hmph, tugging on my nuts like that it’s plenty in the tank girl,” Erik chuckles before slapping Y/N’s titties around, “FUCK...ima show you how I cum in pussy,” Erik lifts Y/N’s hips from the bed, pushing his dick so far it touched her cervix, “mmhmm, you like that? You got what you wanted you better fucking like it, fuckkkkkk,” Erik’s abdominal muscles flexed. 

She felt warm, thick fluid fill her up and it made her shiver. This man didn’t even flinch from busting that fat load off inside of her. He simply clenched his jaw, and flexed his muscles while holding her hips in the air to make sure he released all the cum from his nuts inside of her. When he finally let go of her hips, his dick slipped out, a slimy string of cum connected to the wide tip of his dick.

“Come clean me off best friend,” Erik stood up, his beautiful, black dick covered in their mixed fluids. He grabs his blunt and the barbecue lighter, sparking it up again and French inhaling the smoke. Y/N was on her knees, using only her lips and tongue to clean him off. 

“What was I just thinking about?” He asked no one in particular, his eyes blood-shot and a confused look on his face, “All this dick sucking you doing you got me forgetting what I have to say.”

“Nah, that’s the weed, Erik,” Y/N reminds him while slurping on his balls, “But if I had to guess, you were thinking why it took you so long to fuck me.”

“Nah, that’s not it...but it is a very good question...I don’t know, maybe I just thought you wouldn’t be down,” Erik blew smoke towards the ceiling.

“I didn’t want it to be weird between us,” Y/N stood up with Erik’s dick in her hand, “Let me have some.”

Erik placed the blunt between Y/N’s lips for her to smoke.

“Same...but we’re good though, right?”

“Mhm,” Y/N reassured him.

“Bet,” Erik wraps a single arm around her waist with his blunt in the other hand, “You wanna lay back and get high?”

“Like we always do? Hell yeah,” Y/N dived on the bed, hitting her funny bone, “OUCH.”

“Clumsy ass.”

Erik settles on the bed next to her, Y/N resting on his solid chest. They both stared at the trippy wall art on Erik’s ceiling. It was colorful graffiti letters that almost glowed and popped out at you like 3D images do. He played with her hair while smoking his blunt before passing it to her. A serene smile tugged at his full lips, making his dimples appear. 

“Next time, I wanna watch you dance while I’m high,” Erik licks his lips, “It’ll make the show even better.”

“Shit, I’m up for that…” Y/N was starting to feel her own high. It got silent for a second before Erik nudged her with his shoulder.

“Hm?” She says with low eyes.

“Being up for something is the same thing as being down for something...right?” 

Y/N snorted a laughter that she couldn’t control while clutching her naked belly.

“What? I’m genuinely curious.” Erik spoke softly.

“You don’t need any more weed,” She teased. 

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Man On The Moon III: The Chosen - Album Review By “kidslovecudi“

Before I say anything about this album, let me say that I am so excited that Cudi is finally releasing new music! Speaking for all Cudi fans, we have all been waiting for new solo material from the moon man for the longest time and the few teasers he’s been releasing over the last year, with “Leader Of The Delinquents” and his collaborations with Travis Scott, (“The Scotts”) and Eminem (“The Adventures of Moon Man & Slim Shady”) have not been enough to fully satisfy us. With Man on The Moon III: The Chosen, Cudi fulfills on a promise to his fans he made years ago and gives us quite a lot to digest. However despite how fulfilling this record is, Cudi still manages to leave you on the edge of your seat wanting more and I personally can’t wait to see what he’s going to do next!

1. Beautiful Trip (Intro)

Produced by Kid Cudi, FINNEAS, Plain Pat, Emile Haynie & Dot Da Genius

And it starts...

2. Tequila Shots  ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ 

Produced by Kid Cudi, Dot Da Genius & Take a Daytrip

On this first track Cudi brings us back into the dark world of the moon man but this time with a new outlook. Referencing his previous works, Cudi aims to prove that he’s “not just some sad dude” and feels that despite his mental well being still occasionally being unstable he’s ready for whatever he has to face. What I loved most about this record was Cudi’s consistency. Throughout the years Cudi has mastered the art of having his own unique galactic sound that transcends through all of his music, despite the genre, and that sound is very present here. Along with his classic hums and hypnotic melodies, this track, known as the fan favorite, has the potential to be a classic.

3. Another Day ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

Produced by Dot Da Genius, Nosaj Thing & Take a Daytrip

When I first heard this song, I absolutely lost my shit. Cudi started this album off swinging and I was not prepared for him to go so hard. I’ve had this song on repeat quite a few times since I first heard it and along with the beat being absolutely sick, Cudi is rapping his ass off! My favorite part is when the beat breaks down in the second chorus, and I get hype as fuck every single time.

4. She Knows This ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

 Produced by J Gramm, FnZ & Dot Da Genius                  

This song on first listen reminded me of a song by another of my favorite artists, called “The Let Out” by Jidenna but Cudi took it to a whole other level and isn’t as repetitive. Once the track speeds up Cudi goes even harder with even trippier sounds that will make you feel like you’re driving through space. One of my favorite things about this album is that a lot of the songs change in the middle keeping you that much more engaged in the whole song than to quickly digest it, like a lot of records on mainstream radio. On top of that his bars are on complete fire and it’s always great to see Cudi flex his rapping skill that a lot of people don’t give him credit for.

5. Dive ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

Produced by Dot Da Genius, Anthony Kilhoffer, Aaron Bow & Teddy Walton

Dive ends the first act of the album and serves as Cudi’s goodbye to his fantasy high. The guitar riffs at the beginning of the song is my favorite part and I wish they were made a bigger part of the song. However this song is classic Cudi, I initially thought it was missing something but after listening to it on it’s own a few more times, I feel like this song is absolutely perfect. It’s groovy as fuck and  I think because it kind of ends so abruptly that it leaves a lot to be desired, but that also might have been Cudi’s intent, allowing it to serve as interlude of sorts. I loved the transitional elements through out the song, like when the bass comes in, his adlibs throughout the song and especially the echoing adlibs like, “MOVE, MOVE” “towards the end. It takes a few really good listens to fully enjoy the song as a whole, like it did for me but the more I played the album the more and more I fell in love with it.

6. Damaged ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

Produced by MIKE DEAN, Dot Da Genius & Take a Daytrip

I loved the words to this song and the overall message that Cudi was trying to convey throughout the song, but the song itself didn’t do a whole lot for me until I actually found myself in a similar dark place. It’s one of those classic Cudi records that really makes you sit and reflect on your life and everything you’ve gone through, which was exactly what the song did for me. This song is where the album starts to slow down a bit and Cudi sings and raps about his trials and tribulations of being a damaged man and that sometimes his demons still come back and he has to deal with them. A common struggle most of us who’ve ever dealt with feelings of anxiety and depression all know too well.

7. Heaven on Earth⭐ ⭐ ⭐

 Produced by Dot Da Genius, Anthony Kilhoffer & DST The Danger

This song really didn’t do a whole lot for me but what I loved the most about it again, were it’s adlibs. Cudi really showed out with the adlibs on this album and that’s what made this song enjoyable for me. The song for me just sounded too typical to me but even despite that, it’s still a great track to vibe to, just not something I’d put on my favorites.

8. Show Out (feat. Skepta & Pop Smoke) ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

Produced by Dot Da Genius, Anthony Kilhoffer & DST The Danger

Easily one of my favorite tracks on the album, when I first heard this, I completely lost my my shit and it was almost impossible not to turn my entire bedroom upside down. For one beat is absolutely sick and picks the tempo right back up. Cudi, Skepta and Pop Smoke’s voices are infectious together and everyone shines on this song without any one of them over shadowing the other’s performance. Definite a track to rage the fuck out to.

9. Mr. Solo Dolo III ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

Produced by Kid Cudi, Audio Anthem, Dot Da Genius & Plain Pat

This song is trippy as fuck. From beginning to end this song takes you on an absolutely journey from the chords and the keys and there are no words to describe it. I remember playing this song while I was driving home from work on my scooter at night and man oh man, the vibes this song had was incredible. It made me feel like I was traveling to another galaxy. As a loner, this song really spoke to me and it made me feel like someone else understood exactly how I felt. My favorite part was his scream after the second verse. It made me feel free and liberated and that my feelings in that moment had been validated.

10. Sad People ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

Produced by Dot Da Genius & Take a Daytrip

This song is an absolute vibe. Cudi’s in his bag, back in his zone, as he said and my favorite thing about this song is the chorus. Cudi’s harmonies are absolutely incredible and my favorite part is towards the end of the chorus when the song takes on an eerie west coast like synth and it’s absolutely infectious.It’s like a dark B side to “Cudi Zone” from the first album which is one of my favorite songs by Cudi to this day. It’s songs like this that made Cudi the legendary moon man that he his, in the first place.

11. Elsie’s Baby Boy (flashback) ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

Produced by E*Vax, Kid Cudi, Heavy Mellow & Dot Da Genius

This song sounded like a leftover track from “Speedin’ Bullet To Heaven” and despite how much negative criticism that album got, I absolutely love when Cudi dives into his alternative roots and I really hope he decides to dive deeper into it even further at some point. In this song Cudi sings about his relationship with his mother Elsie and his childhood upbringings. By this it in turn gave me flashbacks to my relationship with my grandmother and my childhood memories which all brought back happy and sad moments for me.

12. Sept. 16 ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

Produced by Emile Haynie, FINNEAS, Plain Pat & Dot Da Genius

What I loved the most about this record was Cudi’s vulnerability. Cudi has a few rare moments on his albums where he actually sings about love and being in love and it’s always great to hear. Cudi’s such a hopeless romantic and I love when he let’s his guard down and expresses his feelings. This song takes me back to “Kitchen” on “Passion, Pain, & Demon Slayin’“ and though I love that song more, this song was definitely cooked in the same pot.

13. The Void ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

Produced by Dot Da Genius, Kid Cudi & MIKE DEAN

The most uplifting song from the album, this song takes me back to some of the vibes from the first album, like his song “Up, Up, and Away”. That was one of the songs in my high school days that made me fully accept myself for who I was, regardless of what people said and this song is just as motivating and uplifting. On the same wave of “Reborn”, Cudi sings about avoiding all negativity on this record and only focusing on the positive. I almost cried towards the end when he thanked us, his fans, for staying with him and never leaving him. It’s a very beautiful song, but I just personally feel like this song should have been the one to end the album or close to end because to me this track is a hard one to follow behind.

14. Lovin’ Me (feat. Phoebe Bridgers) ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

Produced by William J. Sullivan, Charlie Handsome, Rami Beatz & Dot Da Genius

It took a little while for this song to set in for me but after it did, it made me want to cry. If you ever struggled with self-love or self-acceptance then this song is for you. What I loved most about this song was the message because it really hit home for me. It’s a beautiful anthem about finding happiness within yourself that I feel a lot of people will relate to.

15. The Pale Moonlight ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

Produced by E*Vax, Rami Beatz & Dot Da Genius

Wasn’t feeling this one all too much, but what I loved about it most again, were the adlibs. I loved Cudi’s multiple layering of his vocals throughout the song, especially the “la-la-la-la” parts. The sounds very remiscent to some of Cudi’s earlier music and if you didn’t know any better you’d swear this was a leftover track from “The End Of Day”.

16. Rockstar Knights (feat. Trippie Redd) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Produced by Jenius, WondaGurl, MIKE DEAN, Dot Da Genius & Take a Daytrip

I’m not a big fan of Trippie Redd but I really fuck with his contributions on this song. This is another song where I really loved the chorus and I also love Cudi’s flow once his verse comes in. Cudi’s wordplay is out of this world on this record and it’s hard not to beat your head as Cudi delivers bar for bar for bar throughout his entire verse. Cudi really shines on this record with his skills as a MC and if Cudi ever felt he had anything to prove as a rapper, he definitely did that here. As the song ends it feels like Cudi just turned the spaceship on hyperdrive and took us along for the ride as he drifted further and further into space- Totally sick.

17. 4 da Kidz ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Produced by WondaGurl, MIKE DEAN, Dot Da Genius, 18YOMAN & Take a Daytrip

A song dedicated to the “kidz” reminding us that we are not alone and this song is another song to vibe out to. With instructions from Cudi, to turn it loud if we need to, this song, on the same frequency as “love.” is another song where Cudi is speaking to us as our big brother and giving us a well needed pep talk. What I loved most about it was Cudi’s vocals on the chorus, especially the way he pronounced the “oo” vowel sounds. It was very reminiscent of a Baltimore accent which I always found comical in the best way which is one of things I love the most about Cudi. He’s not afraid to try different things or pull different things from his various influences despite the genre and on this record, he ties them up beautifully.

18. Lord I Know ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Produced by MIKE DEAN, Dot Da Genius, 18YOMAN & Take a Daytrip

Serving as the closer to the album and the man on the moon trilogy, this song is a classic Cudi hym that tells us that we’re not alone regardless of what we face in life. What I liked most about this song was the message, and that’s why I rate it so highly. In this song Cudi expresses being content with the path he’s on at life and after everything he’s gone through, it makes me happy to finally hear that he’s found peace within himself. The song/album ends with his daughter Vada saying, “To be continued” and I can’t wait to see what Cudi has in store for us next. I just have a strong feeling that all of us Cudi fans are about to eat REAL GOOD.

There’s been a lot said about this album, good and bad but I feel this album is merely a taste of what’s to come. Is this record my favorite? No, but what I can say is that it’s an ALBUM, meaning it’s not a group of songs that you can easily separate like many others. This is the kind of album where you have to play the whole thing all the way through time in and time again to really get what Cudi was trying to convey. It’s not a record that you can just play a few times and be done with, no, it’s a grower. There were a lot of songs on this record that I did not like at first, but after having some time to let them marinate, they became some of my favorites and it made me truly appreciate Kid Cudi as an artist because people don’t make albums like this anymore. There’s rare artists that are this detailed with the way the songs transitions, the interludes, and how copacetic the album is in it’s entirety. This album was truly a gift and I can’t wait to see what else Cudi has left up his sleeve.

                                          Top Favorite Songs

                                                  Another Day

                                                          Dive

                                                Tequila Shots

                                             Rockstar Knights

                                                     The Void

                                              Mr. Solo Dolo III

                                  Listen For Yourself Here!

#kid cudi #man on the moon 3 #man on the moon iii #motm3 #album review #2020 #motmiii

[achliegh]

Bronze

Alright, I had this wonderful idea come into my head about Clayton, honestly he deserves his own fic. So here is his version of events! Lots will tie together with Golden so I recommend you read that as well. But you don’t have to of course.

Explaining:

Before Letter is the present.

Letter is updating the lives of the people back home, of whoever wrote it mostly.

After Letter is memory.

The first few letters will be very awkward because writing letters and not being sure what to talk about and what not to talk about is hard and confusing. Stick with me! Yes, this prologue is just a letter.

TW/CW: Discussions of death, miliatry training, smut, cringy jokes, underage drinking, dumb choices, swearing, and more later on.

Beta: @walking-crisis

Some Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Chapter 3:

Dear Uncle Sam

Copperhead Road (Line Dance Skip to 1 minute)

It was an uneventful night, they had just gotten back from an assignment that came up with nothing. Taking off his boots Clay was sitting on his cot, rolling his neck to crack it. Stiff from looking through a scope all day. A song that Clay wasn’t familiar was playing over the satellite radio, something old.

As he took his boots off the picture he always keeps in his left boot falls out and flutters to the floor, smiling he picks up the picture of Leo, Reg, Eloise, and himself smiling at the camera during Christmas one year at the Dumias’ house. He sets it next to him and tugs off his other boot where his other photo falls out. He can’t help the sad and lonely smile that creeps onto his face. Running his thumb over their faces he reminds himself that he has two weeks until he sees them again.

Thomas and Noelle were the last faces he saw before a loud bang and bright lights were all he saw.

Sitting up as soon as the light dulled he felt a shock flow through his body and gasped for breath. Grabbing his chest a sudden heat shot through the back of his head to the left side of his forehead.

“Hey, hey, hey, it's okay.” A voice caught his attention, looking around he spotted a man that looked familiar but not at the same time.

“Where am I!? What happened? Am I dead!?”

“Do you feel dead?”

“... I don’t know”

“We’ll come back to that in a moment. Do you remember your name?” The man moves to sit at the edge of Clay’s bed from where he was standing in the doorway.

“Clayton London Bruss. Now where am I?” Clay lifts his hand up to his forehead where the pain still throbs and feels bandages.

“You’re in a recovery center, you were shot by one of your superior officers.” Clays eyes widen and he lays back down. Then he remembers his pictures and a feeling of guilt washed over him.

“I’m Grev Kinter, I’ll be helping you recover.” The man held out his hand for clay to shake.

He didn’t take his hand.

Dear Dancer,

Long time no write, haven’t heard from you in a couple months. I hope you’re still kicking ass out there. I do miss you… a lot. You come home in 2 weeks. I can survive, but I am getting impatient.

Oh! Remember that dance and song that made me realize I liked you? I finally learned the dance! That means we can dance when you get home.

I may be able to skate like it's nothing but I can’t line dance for shit. But, I learned for you… and because it gets stuck in my head all the time.

When you get home we have to go to this new restaurant that sells a bunch of southern foods because I need to know if it's authentic or not. I eat there everyday you're deployed just to remind me of you.

Was that too cheesy?

Well, I haven’t gotten to be cheesy in a while to you so… Deal with it.

I hope you get this before you are on your way home or else you’ll have no clue what I’m talking about.

All the love,

Thomas

P.S

Noelle says hello!

“I fucking hate those boots.” Leo runs the back of his thigh where Clayton just kicked him with his cherry red pointed toe boots. Smiling, he pats Leo’s shoulder.

“You're just jealous you can’t look this good.” They went to sit at their normal table, Reg sat in between them. It’s where he feels most comfortable. They ordered drinks as they waited for the team to arrive, the music was swinging, people were laughing. It was a relaxed night.

Clay was a bit nervous though, he had gotten close to a specific person on the team and he recently found out that that person was already in a relationship. He had gotten her number from Logan somehow, he didn’t know how those two knew each other, he had called the girlfriend to let her know that he and the teammate had been talking. The next thing he knew he was on the phone with her for hours, talking about him, life, hockey and how Clay had no idea how to follow the game.

She was something special, but Clay knew that those two were happy together so he tried to just be friendly with them. New friends never hurt anyone. Then he saw them in person again and being just friends suddenly became a lot harder.

Thomas, a whole 6’2” man of solid muscle broader than clay himself and just the light in the room. He has the nickname Talkie because he loves to chat with anyone, for hours, including Clay. It felt like he had known Thomas for years when really it was only a number of months.

Noelle balanced him out perfectly, she is smart as hell, quiet but still goofy with Thomas. She was taller than Logan by an inch and won’t let him forget it, her long brown hair was constantly up in a ponytail. She also plays hockey but not professionally, she plays for fun. Clay doesn’t know her job yet but he wants to know everything about her.

It was just the guys coming out tonight because Judy invited the women and whoever didn’t want to come out over to have a wine tasting of Garland’s homemade wine. Clay was out on the floor dancing with one of his friends from highschool when the team came in. He made his way back over to them when the song ended and joined them in a round of shots.

He makes eye contact with Thomas for a second too long and he quickly looks away to Reg who is coughing from the burn of the drink and pats his back. After a couple of minutes of chatting and joking Clay's favorite song came on.

“Leo! Come on!” Clay drags Leo onto the floor right in front as the music gets past the intro. Logan was supporting himself on the table next to a smug Finn. Thomas and James were watching as they started the dance. The light changed to this dull yellow light that swirled around the floor landing on dancers every once in a while.

Clay and Leo were constantly under the light because everyone knew them there. Anytime Clay looked up he always felt a specific set of eyes on him. Dark brown and soft. Clay lost himself in the music, dancing was something he enjoyed to a fault. Once he gets in the zone he can’t be talked to.

Swinging his legs, kicking to the beat, stomping in time he smiles to himself. Starting to sweat he untucks his tank top from his jeans. He tips his head back until the stomp comes up and whips his head forward when he stomps.

The words in this song always get to him, especially something that he was planning to do already… without telling anyone.

“I volunteered for the army on my birthday.” He hums along kicking in a circle and kicking Leo’s ankle just to mess with him. He laughs when Leo flips him off. Smiling as the song ends, he is panting and sweating.

“I always forget how that dance makes me feel out of shape.” Leo flings his arm over Clay's shoulder as they walk back over to the table and take gulps of their drinks. “I’m going for a smoke, anyone else?” Clay nods, Sirius and Logan follow them along with Thomas. Clay didn’t see him as a smoker but everyone has surprises.

“Light me.” Clay holds out his cig as Leo finishes lighting his own, rolling his eyes Leo does after he passes his own to Logan. Sirius came outside for some fresh air and is chatting with Thomas who also came out here for that reason. Taking a drag and leaning against the wall, he looks up at the stars that are poking through the clouds. Closing his eyes he falls back into his own world for an unknown amount of time.

“Coming back in?” Clay blinks his eyes open to see Thomas standing by himself in front of him. His heart feels like it stops beating for a moment. “I mean it is pretty nice outside, I wouldn't mind staying out here. Especially with you.” Clay choked on the drag he was taking from his cigarette when Thomas mumbles the last thing he said. He feels a large palm on his back, not patting but rubbing his back.

Clay looks at him and takes a deep breath and shrugs the hand off of him.

“Let’s go back in. this isn’t something you want, Thomas” He stumps out his cig on the bottom of his boot and pushes off the wall.

“What do you mean?” Clay looks back at him and his face softens when he sees a look of hope and confusion in Thomas's gorgeous eyes. “I mean, I’m straight… or I think I am, but maybe I’m not and I just- I don’t know anymore.” Thomas reaches out to Clay and grabs his pinky finger with his pointer and pulls Clay closer to him.

“I don’t think you are straight, maybe you forgot but I am a man.”

“I know.” Suddenly Clay's back is to the brick of the alley and rough hands are on his waist. He watches Thomas lean forward, pausing for a second to make sure this was what Clay wanted. Clay stares into his eyes then glances down at his lips. Nodding slightly he feels Thomas surge forwards and connect their lips.

It was like his blood turned to fire, a sensation he has never felt before. Their lips moved in sync with each, Clay constantly being pulled against Thomas with his greedy hands and his own arms gripping Thomas's t-shirt. After a couple of minutes they pulled away for breath and Thomas backed away.

Thomas Left. Clay went to find Reg.

Noelle needed to know.

#leo knut #clayton bruss #finn o'hara #logan tremblay #thomas walker #noelle tremblay #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #sweater weather #lumo

[language-of-love]

For the intimacy prompts: 3. Touching foreheads and/or 51. Slow dancing

For some reason, this sparked a little high school AU idea, so I hope you enjoy it! Read on AO3.

❅ ❆ ❅ ❆ ❅

Spreading his fingers wide inside his mittens, he tries to soak up as much heat as possible from the roaring bonfire as wisps of snowflakes mix with the embers shooting up towards the stars. It’s too cold to be out here and there’s a million reasons why he should have gone home hours ago, but the one reason he’s stayed is inching ever closer. 

And he just can’t help but wonder. 

The music coming from the open windows of Twyla’s hatchback changes to a soft guitar intro that’s familiar, but his memory of it is too far out of reach as his mind is so focused on the proximity of Patrick Brewer as he hums along beside him under his breath.

David doesn’t usually come to these high school parties, but Patrick had asked him if he’d be here as they’d put a final coat of black paint on the chairs for Cabaret and David had found himself so tongue tied that he’d somehow mumbled that he'd “maybe make an appearance”. Patrick’s smile had been immediate, wide and welcoming before he’d quickly tucked it back away with reddened cheeks and David knew he had to show up. To see. To put himself in the path of a possibility. 

“What song is this?” he asks, needing to break the silence with something.

“The Civil Wars and Taylor Swift. I can’t remember the name of it though.”

“It’s pretty.”

Pretty. That’s the best he can come up with? Patrick’s the best musician at their school and…

“I was thinking the same thing.”

Oh. Okay.

“Where did everybody go?” Patrick asks.

When David lifts his arms to tug his beanie down over his ears, his elbow rustles Patrick’s coat and swirls of anxious anticipation erupt in his belly at the unescapable knowledge that Patrick is choosing to stand very, very close to him right now. Ten minutes ago, he was standing on the other side of the bonfire. He’s not now.

“I heard something about a beer run and I think some of the couples have retreated to their cars. I’d steer clear of Jake’s truck by the barn unless you’re into that sort of party.”

Patrick’s chuckle is deep and rumbly and the breath he expels creates a cloud that mixes with David’s before disappearing up into the smoke. 

“Nah, I’m good here…” Patrick’s words trail off into the cold air and David conjures some courage to look over at him, finding him staring back with a look so full of questions David feels a bit uneasy at the multitude of possible answers. “...with you.”

“With me?”

“Yeah. Is that…? Is that okay?”

David’s face gives away his answer as his mouth curls up into a half smile that he can’t seem to stop, even as he chews at the inside of his cheek. God, he just likes Patrick so much and he’s wondered, for a while, if he was picking up hints. But Patrick’s always been with Rachel. Until a few months ago. So...David just wasn’t sure of his preferences. 

Stevie had chastised him just last week about that though, spread out on her bedspread as she puffed smoke from her joint towards the ceiling. “David, you’re not going to learn his preferences hanging out every night with me.”

Fuck, she’s going to be unbearable if she learns she was right all along.

The music gets louder suddenly and David shifts his attention to Twyla’s car, spying her through the window holding up her thumb in a silent show of encouragement and oh god, does everybody know? How mortifying. Looking back over at Patrick, he has to catch his breath at the smile he sees there, waiting, patiently for whatever is supposed to happen next. 

“Do you want to dance?” he hears himself ask.

When Patrick’s eyes go wide, David regrets that impulse immediately and tries to conjure up something to say so he can take it back.

“Um, I’ve never,” Patrick says, his voice quiet as he speaks towards the frozen leaves at his feet. “With a guy, I mean.”

“Oh, okay.”

Patrick’s fingertips from where they are poking out of his fingerless gloves are bright pink as he tentatively reaches out for David’s arm, and David lets his body move in the direction he’s being lightly tugged until he finds himself face to face with a very flushed, very nervous, Patrick Brewer.

“But I’d like to.”

“The song’s almost over though,” David hedges, suddenly overcome with a wave of insecurity.

“David.”

“What?”

Patrick’s hands are on his waist now, pulling him forward and David, well, he takes a deep breath in and lets the cold air shock his system into action.

“Come here.”

He does. 

His arms anchor into the thick padded shoulders of Patrick’s brown corduroy jacket and his eyes dance everywhere except Patrick’s face for a good ten seconds as he lets himself acclimate to this new, dreamlike reality he’s found himself in. When he does force himself to meet Patrick’s gaze, he almost stumbles in surprise at the warmth reflecting from the fire in Patrick’s whiskey colored eyes and the soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. 

“Too strange?”

Why did he ask that? God, he needs to stop self sabotaging himself all the time.

“What?”

“Dancing with a guy.”

Patrick’s hand at the waist of his entirely weather inappropriate leather jacket clenches a little and David’s afraid he’s about to let go, but instead, he slides that hand inside the open jacket and spreads his fingers wide along David’s back and David’s unsure of what to do next. But something he’s heard his mother say many times as she’s prepared for another role pops into his head and maybe for the first time in his life, he heeds her advice. 

He leans in. 

And so does Patrick.

Their foreheads are thankfully warm from the fire as they meet and David waits with bated breath for Patrick to answer the question he probably shouldn’t have asked. But now that he has, the answer has somehow taken on monumental importance.

“It feels right.”

Oh sweet Jesus.

Before he can respond, the song ends and there’s a jarring shift to a driving beat, but things go silent and David chuckles softly as he pictures Twyla in her car, frantically searching for another slow song on her drugstore brand MP3 player. He could let go of Patrick’s shoulders while they wait, but he doesn’t, and neither does Patrick. They just keep shuffling their feet and smiling down at their shoes crunching the dead leaves and the thin layer of snow.

When the first few notes of Christina Perri’s “Arms” comes on though, he huffs and can’t stop himself from turning towards Twyla’s car and shouting “A little on the nose, don’t you think?”

“But David, it’s so romantic!” 

She gives her horn a little honk and David gives her the finger, but he’s grinning from ear to ear as Patrick’s arm winds its way into his jacket to join the other one to draw him in closer. 

“David,” Patrick says, so soft, practically a whisper, drawing David’s attention back where it belongs, back to where Patrick’s eyes are darting new questions straight at his mouth.

Okay. 

So, this is happening.

His cashmere mitten gets snagged a little in the short hairs at the back of Patrick’s neck as he tips his chin and draws him in and their lips are a little chapped from the cold, but the tiny pant of breath Patrick expels the second their mouths touch spreads like fire all over David’s skin. Patrick leans into it, just lets himself be kissed, smiling sweetly into the firelight when David pulls back too soon to let him, both of them, take stock of what’s just transpired. Patrick doesn’t say anything, but his fingers are pushing tenderly into David’s plush sweater and he’s keeping the tip of his nose close so it’s brushing David’s as he takes a few uneven breaths, so David just waits. He wants Patrick to make the next move.

Thankfully, he does.

“Wanna go warm up in my car?”

“Did you fix the heater?”

He can’t help it. The last time he was in Patrick’s car it was an icebox.

“Yeah. I watched a YouTube tutorial.”

“That does not dispel confidence, Patrick.”

“Fine, you wanna stay here and makeout in front of Twyla and whoever else is watching us from their cars right now?”

David’s jaw drops open at the return of the overly confident Patrick Brewer he’s been crushing on for weeks and he just shakes his head and lets himself be led through the parked cars, many with windows scandalously fogged, to the passenger side door of Patrick’s little silver sedan. Away from the prying eyes of their classmates and past the unknown of their first, Patrick doesn’t hesitate, not even for a moment, from initiating their second kiss. He presses David up against the car and with fingers so cold David can’t help but flinch, he holds David’s face steady as he kisses all the breath from David’s lungs. His stocky frame is warm and pulled tight as he settles his weight between David’s legs and it’s not long before the back door is opened and they scramble into the back seat in an uncoordinated tangle. 

Through laughs and demands, he manages to wrestle the car keys from Patrick’s pocket and climbs over his lap so he can reach up into the front and turn the car on and get the heat going. The radio station is set to some sports talk show and he’s about to start turning the dial to find something more appropriate for the mood, but Patrick’s hands are on his hips dragging him back and he abandons that task for the prospect of more kissing. 

Patrick’s thighs are thick and wide and a perfect perch as he settles himself onto his lap and smiles down at flush pinked cheeks and lips wet from his kisses and he honestly can’t believe that all of this is real. Pulling off his mittens, he finally gets his hands on Patrick’s skin as he wraps his hands around his neck and lowers himself down to his waiting mouth, shivering at the eagerness of Patrick’s lips and hands welcoming him back. Patrick’s ineffective tune-up of his heater is no match for the stamina of teenage hormones and it eventually sputters out, but they’ve done a pretty good job of warming themselves all on their own at that point anyway. 

Their drive back home is spent with fingers clasped, shivering, and smiling from ear to ear as Patrick’s death trap of a car trudges slowly along the back country roads with fogged up windows and young love blooming warm in their hearts. 

He hears it from his mother the next day at dress rehearsal when Patrick’s neck is covered with hickeys and the makeup team can’t seem to cover them up. He can’t help it if Patrick was already wearing the lightest shade.

From the look on Patrick’s face as he smiles over at him from center stage, he can honestly say that neither of them have any regrets. Not a single one.

#david x patrick #david rose #patrick brewer #schitt's creek #schitts creek #my sc fic #designatedgrape

[mimiri22-6]

DUCKTALES (2017) ‘LET’S GET DANGEROUS’ LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

It’s here! It’s here and it couldn’t have come at a better (and worse, but I’m not worrying about that rn) time! This morning(I stayed up till...7? I don’t remember just how long I stayed up earlier, BUT this morning, I found out some shitty stuff about some youtubers I thought I could trust and I felt really betrayed. I won’t lie, I cried, or as much as I can cry cause I apparently can’t even do that right-AND this is a lot for an intro that isn’t needed! Onto my source of escapism today!

IT’S HERE!~

Bradford, more like Bitchford!

BULBA WORKS FOR MCDUCK ENTERPRISE!! HOW MANY MOLES DOES SCROODGE HAVE!?

That awkward moment when you insult the person that does your finances to his face when you can’t hang up

Oh my god, they’re so bad at secrets. That and Louie and Huey are smart, well, Huey’s smart, Louie’s clever

OH HE HAS TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO GLIDE! THAT’S GONNY BE A PLOT POINT! I BET GOSALYN WILL HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH THAT!

NO INTRO! WOO, IT’S GOING TO BE A LONG ONE!

OH, I’VE HEARD ENOUGH ABOUT THIS BITCH TO KNOW I SHALL HATE HIM WITH EVERYTHING IN ME!

As a great snake once said, ‘Sssssssssssuuck up!’ Taurus Bulba, more like Taurus Bitcha!

Man, no one likes Bradford. Like, no one...Nice

I hate this bull bitch

OOH! TOWER!!! YES! AND MORE MONOLOGE CATCHFRASES!

Oh, LP, never change

Careful Dewey, he has a limited supply of those

HE DOESN’T KNOW! HOW DOES HE NOT KNOW? FENTON IS SHIT AT KEEPING HIS IDENITY!

WHAT!? CANARD HAS NO CRIME!? HOW THE HELL-WHO’S THE MAYOR!? HOW!? (I hope it’s Owlson)

Ooh, the computer has some sass!

THE RAMROD!!!(I really need to watch the OG series)

Haggis. I’ve heard of that. I don’t hear much else about that. Scrooge, you have bad taste. Does all of the UK have bad taste?! It seems like it.

HEY! I’M WITH HUEY, HOW DOES IT WORK! If I was presented with this kind of technology, I would be asking the head scientist everything I could rap my head around!

WHAT!!?!?!??!!!! SHEEP’S WHAT!?!?!!!! NOOO!!!!! NO, I REFUSE

They’re movers. I’m calling it, they’re movers.

Called it.

He face planted! where was his pillow!

GOSALYN! IT’S HER! SHE’S HERE!

She’s So Cool!

Really Scrooge?

BITCH! CARASMATIC BITCH!

OWLSON! YES! SHE’S SO GOOD!

HOW does Huey fit all that under his hat!?

Also, Huey’s right

SHE’S BACK!

KEEN GEAR!!!

HE IS NOT UPSTANDING! HE’S A MURDERER BITCH!

AWW, DEWEY! Looking for someone you love duo!

LP talking sense! THAT’S YOUR FUTURE DAUTER, DRAKE!

Huey knows somethings up

Jesus Christ, Drake just can’t get a break with getting absolutely crushed by everything and everyone

HE KNOWS!

...Good acting, murderer

Two faced bull.

wat

HEY! That’s how I imagine a lot of fiction. It’s cool to think that those worlds exits out there as far away universes

YEAH! GET STABBED, BULB!

DRAKE COMING TO THE RESCUE!

The action in this show is actually Really good

YES! GOSALYN ID THE REASON FOR THE GLIDING! You hear that? It’s symbolism

That shot with LP holding both of them is going to be A Lot of people’s BGs now

YOU DON’T HAVE THE RIGHT TO SAY THAT!!!

OH! That’s such a smart way to have the OG villains without it being more people living out their childhood dreams from watching the show

C’mon DW, you can do this.

FENTON-oh bye Fenton

Gosalyn has two idiot dads

Drake acting like a dad already, so good

I’m not sure what to make of Launchpad’s family assignments

‘Let’s get dangerous, it the safest way possible’ because he cares. And Launchpad putting the helmet on Gosalyn? *chief kiss* Funny stuff

BRADFUCK!

He’s on board with killing because he already has it in him and has no capacity to care.

Oh my god Launchpad. Never Change!

C’mon Huey, you can do better. Figure ‘im OUT!

Oh boy, Louie knows how to pick locks...

HAHA! She’s also sassy, man she’s good

He remembered the commercial, but not the giant robot? Relatable

‘You know who else banters? Family.’ Oh my god, Launchpad NEVER CHANGE

BUDDY! OH MY GOD THEY’RE FREINDS THIS IS HILARIOUS

NARUTO RUN! YEAH!

Am I the only one out of the loop as to why Bushroot is...like That? He’s so...grey...like his colors have been drained. He was apparently a lot of peoples favorite because of his backstory. Why is he a shadow of his former self??? Why Am I Always So Far From The Loop?!

WOW. The boys are really starting to ware on Bradford.

‘You guys have other clothes?’ LAUNCHPAD NO!

‘young lady’ Drake unknowingly falling into becoming a parent is just great

OOH, Lanchpad and Gosalyn interaction! Yes Please!

‘Nice night.’ 100/10 THE BEST FUCKING JOKE I HAVE EVER WITNESSED!!! HANDS DOWN!

DW NO! SLEEP IS IMPORTANT! *shoves the fact that I slept from 7am-2pm less than 3 nights ago behind me* Also, IT’S BEEN DAYS?!!? I have to admit, that was not executed clearly enough. Probably the only problem I have with the episode

‘das unexseptible, i cant excempt tat’ Drake. Drake, you’re so sweet. That line made me soft.

THAT’S THE SONG! THE SONG OF LEGENDS TOLD! SHE’S HUMMING IT TO A SLEEPING DRAKE! GUYS! GUYS! GIVE ME ALL THE REASONS WHY I SHOULD WATCH THE OG SHOW! PLEASE! I HAVE SO MANY OTHER SHOWS I NEED TO WATCH AND I SO WANT TO MOVE DWD TO THE TOP!!!

I A SOFT! I AM LAUNCHPAD! AND HOW FUCKING LONG IS THAT LIST ON HIS HAND AT THIS POINT! As someone that writes on their hand for reminders, he just has a bunch of words grouped up and extremely smudged on his hand.

I love how the tv show villains are confused about DW’s lack of showmanship

And then he died. Damn.

Gosalyn’s immediate concern and switch to stealth is A+ storytelling. I didn’t even catch it the first time through

Launchpad’s face and rise to what i will assume was a yell of glee was precious! That look just screams ‘FINALY! SOMEONE ASKS ME ABOUT SOMETHING I KNOW AND LOVE WITH MY WHOLE HEART! AND IT’S SOMEONE OTHER THAN MY BOYFREIND DRAKE!

Oh my god, it’s lodged in his weird throat. Gross.

Well, even I can tell that’s a reference to something

Aaaaaaannd Bradford has been found out. Yes!!!

And now the kids are dead

I wonder how many times David said that line. I played a character with a catchphrase and I had to try and say is different every time. It was hard...She said it 17 times. Not Groovy.(god I hate myself.)

Oh, B plot villains. Cool.

Launchpad coming in with the pep talk, yeah!

And DW’s back in action!!! WOO!

I found out that the original voice actor for Quackerjack reprised his role. He must of had a blast recording his lines again!

Neverminded, Gosalyn has two nerd dads

ALL OF THEM SAYING THE LINE IS PURE SERITONIN!!!!!

UH. UH! DRAKE IS STRAGHT UP BEING STABBED! MULTIPLE TIMES!! IN HIS TORSO!!!

God, they really are nerds

‘Why were our heads so round’ HA AHAHAHAHAAAH!!! *WHEEZE* I LOVE THIS FUNKY DUCK SHOW!

‘unless’ Aw. Aw man. I knew how it would end, but man, it hurts.

Hugs. Soft sorrowful hugs from your future dad

Where’d Bulba go? He just kind of disappeared.

‘Bradford? F.O.W.L??’ Nice going guys

‘Our reality just got a lot more dangerous’ idk why, but I really like that line

Drake out of the suit and Gosalyn Knows Him! YES!!!

‘Look, you got knocked down, beat up, and blown up today, but what matters is that you get back up’ I

I am Soft. Just, So Soft. And it would take too long to describe everything I’m feeling

He’s so nervous and he can’t find his words and they’re so sweet! Doc, I have diabetes now. Cause: Found Family Trope

Launchpad, he hodl.

LP! NOT YOU TOO! SLEEP! SLEEP NOT WHILE DRIVING! GUYS, NO!(Shit, they’re made for each other!)

ADVENTURE FAMILY ON THE CASE! YYEEEAAAAH!!!!!

Altogether, another great ep

...

WAIT! THERE’S ANOTHER ONE ALREADY! i HAVE TO DO THIS AGAIN! FU

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #oh god i have to tag all the characters too #launchpad mcquack #dewey duck #scrooge mcduck #louie duck #huey duck #bradford buzzard #darkwing duck #Drake Mallard #taurus bubla #fenton crackshell cabrera #Gosalyn Waddlemeyer-Mallard #Gosalyn Mallard #gosalyn waddlemeyer #gizmoduck #ish #wanda #is there a better way of tagging her? #fuck do i tag the villains too? I'll just do the two I mentioned #bushroot #dr. reginald bushroot #crackerjack #lets get dangerous #lgd #lgd spoilers #drakepad #because let's be honest

[angelguk]

the one where jeongguk is in love with your voice (and also kind of in love with you). barista!jeongguk and busker!oc meeting for the first time. this was meant to be the intro for a fic but....life happens :/ still! it’s fun and jaykay is in love !! 3.3k words. listen to i want to be with you by chloe moriondo :3

The first time Jeon Jeongguk saw you he swore his heart stopped. It was early autumn and the sun was beating down on the tired pavement you’d paused at. He'd taken an impromptu break during the few moments it had taken you to set up and get your guitar out of its case. At first, he didn’t notice anything, too preoccupied with the game lighting up his phone screen to pay attention to the serene streets outside.

Then he heard your voice.

It wafted through the open windows and stained the atmosphere in the café, mingling with the scent of bitter coffee and burnt saccharine sugar. It took him a moment to register that the sound wasn’t coming from the speakers Seokjin had installed roughly a month ago but rather from the person standing outside in the late afternoon sun. The sound was coming from you.

He got up slowly, oblivious of the inquisitive gaze Seokjin was giving him and ambled to the glass French windows that allowed customers a full view of the cobblestone pavements outside the café. It also served the purpose of giving Jeongguk full view of you.

There was a claret scarf swathed around your neck. It was the first thing he noticed. You’d lazily tossed it over your shoulders in an attempt to combat the cool breeze that accompanied the autumn sun. The colour highlighted your skin, leaving you glowing underneath the afternoon sky. The guitar captured his attention next; it looked loved, stickers and small scruffs against the warm chestnut wood made it evident that that instrument had been in your hands countless times. That wasn’t difficult to confirm because your fingers deftly skipped over the strings with ease, pressing and strumming out notes that flowed into your euphonious voice.

It caught him by surprise, how much he liked the sound of you singing. But what drew Jeongguk in was the pure look of bliss that was painted across your features, a lazy smile gracing your lips as you sang out the lyrics of some song Jeongguk had never heard but he was going to look up in a moment.

He didn’t know how long he stood by the window watching you. Seokjin didn’t call his name when his break was over and time seemed to pass by in an instant yet it felt like it had been dragged out. He only resurfaced from his reverie when you stopped strumming your guitar. By then a small crowd had gathered and he couldn’t make out your face anymore but he heard the sound of your laughter skipping through the air as clear as the ringing of a bell. You sounded so thrilled, chatting away with some people who had the courage to walk up to you and compliment your talents. Maybe he should too — after his shift ends anyway.

(Unbeknown to him his shift had ended ten minutes ago but he still was stagnant at the window, watching you flit about with a grin on your face).

But then you were packing up and sauntering away and Jeongguk felt his heart twang as if he was one of the strings of your guitar. He had no idea if you would come back to the same spot again — he’d never even seen your face before. If only he’d gone out and said something, or just stood in the crowd and applauded.

But there was no point in dwelling on it so he ripped off his black apron in the staff room and bid Seokjin goodbye. His feet were heavy as he walked home and he kept glancing around, a sliver of hope that maybe you’d moved on to busk in a different but nearby location.

He didn’t find you despite aimlessly roaming around for an extra thirty minutes.

The next afternoon he found himself a place in front of the windows, gaze focused on the street across the café, a slight buzz in his veins because he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you. The urge to see you again was driving him slightly mad and his co-workers could sense that because Namjoon and Jimin had vanished behind the counters. Seokjin didn’t say anything about his unusual behaviour.

He sat there, expectant, but you never come. This reiterated itself for the next few days until he abandoned the routine and reverted to his usual break schedule; he found his old spot in the back of the café and bent himself over his phone screen once more.

And then you came back a week later, a different scarf tangled around your neck (purple this time – or at least that’s what he could discern) and your beloved guitar in hand. Jeongguk found himself at the windows again, staring at your figure with an odd warmth blooming in his chest. You hadn’t missed a single Saturday since and Jeongguk had never been able to approach you either.

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Winter's around the corner, glaring by the fading ochre leaves tumbling from branches above. They form a golden carpet on the ground, the trees above left bare and exposed to the bitter winter wind. In general, Jeongguk favoured the feeling of sunlight against his skin — bright emerald leaves over sepia tones — which is why he abhorred this season. And yet he couldn’t help himself from staring out the window, the world falling into a cold slumber before his eyes. But the wonders of winter weren’t the reason Jeon Jeongguk was leaning against the windows of The Container, the café he worked at. He didn’t give a damn about winter; he was too preoccupied watching the girl across the street.

There’s a chill in the air, evident by the stiffness in your fingers as they strum the guitar in your grip. Why you hadn’t worn a thicker jacket was lost to him. Everyone knew how brutal the winters down here could get. Yet there you were, in a flimsy piece of fabric that didn’t hold the chill away, gingerly plucking at the chords of your guitar. For some reason, the sight of you enduring the cold and singing with a smile on your face made something warm kindle in his heart.

“If you keep standing like that you’re going to dent your face into the glass,” Namjoon comments, a cloth in his hands as he wipes the coffee tables  — a task Jeongguk was meant to be doing.

“Just dent the glass? Hyung, Jeongguk turned into a statue months ago. Don’t forget to dust him down, we don’t want our most prized decoration covered in cobwebs,” Jimin adds on, fingers swiftly drying up porcelain cups and saucers.

“Shut up,” Jeongguk retorts, snatching up his cloth and tearing himself away from the view before him. “I haven’t seen her in a while. She skipped the last couple of weekends, remember?”

“I’m sorry but I don’t have her schedule in my head, lover boy,” Jimin says, attempting to balance ten saucers and four cups in his hands, which was only going to end in a calamity of splintered glass and a tomato red Seokjin.  

“That’s not an excuse to stare at her like a psychopath through the window,” Namjoon interjects, kicking in a stray chair as he purposefully misses the glare Jeongguk shoots in his direction. “Jimin put those cups down before you break something. Seokjin will dock that shit from your paycheck and you still owe me five dollars.” His gaze flickers back to Jeongguk who was only half-heartedly cleaning up the café, “Are you ever going to talk to her? I bet she’s wondering who is the ugly guy who keeps staring at her.”

“I will! I’m just taking some time—"

“Time to do what?” Jimin had somehow successfully transferred everything in his grasp back into the cupboard, a triumphant grin on his face. “Your dick is going to shrivel up if you don’t get laid soon. And as far as I know, she's the only girl who has your attention.”

“Jimin has a point. I’m tired of hearing the terrible porn you watch at three am. Like come on, their moans are clearly fake and you still blast that shit.”

“I’ll turn it down when you clean after yourself. How many times have I picked up your dirty underwear from the couch?” Jeongguk snaps back.

“Disgusting. You’re both heathens. This is why I can’t live with you,” Jimin says, nose crinkled up as he dumps another set of dirty dishes into the sink.

“Glad to see my employees are hard at work.” No one had noticed Seokjin amble in and lean against the wall. “Jeongguk has a point, Joon. I can’t keep picking up your dirty laundry, you’re twenty-four not five,” he raises a hand to halt the torrent of words that threatened to spill from both Jeongguk’s and Namjoon’s mouths. “I wasn’t done. Namjoon also has a point, the shit your watch at ungodly hours is loud and disgusting and you need to make a move eventually. This whole stalker thing is starting to creep out customers.”

“Are you concerned about your business or me as a person?” Jeongguk questions, walking over to the sink to wring out his cloth.

“My business. Obviously.”

Jimin's muffled laughter fills the room as he flicks water in Jeongguk’s direction. “Some of us actually care and the last time you stuck your dick in anything was seven months ago. Which is mildly concerning.”

“I don’t need to constantly have sex like you Jimin.”

“You say that but I bet you’d kill to have the sex life I have.”

“STI’s have not and never will be desirable, hyung.”

“Shut it. Even if I dared you to, you wouldn’t have the guts to approach her.” He raises an eyebrow in challenge, baiting Jeongguk magnificently.

“Fuck you, I can and will approach her. Eventually.” He turns away from the sink, abandoning the cloth, a broom in his grasp as he saunters back to the window. You're still singing away to a small gaggle of people, the wind whipping at your skin. You really should have worn a thicker jacket. Maybe he should bring you something to drink? But do you even like coffee? Or were you a tea person?

“She’s probably a college student. By default all college students are required to like coffee whether they want to or not,” Namjoon interjects.

“Wait was I talking out loud?” He can feel the heat of mortification filling his face.

“This is why I need you to get laid,” Jimin remarks.

“I need you to shut up.”

"Jeongguk if I were you I'd go out there right now and give her a cup of coffee. In fact, I dare you to. I'll do the rest of the dishes for the semester if you do it." Namjoon’s arms are crossed over his broad chest, eyes staring Jeongguk down audaciously. The look in his eyes is telling like he knows Jeongguk would rather set himself on fire than talk to you. And he isn’t wrong.

“Jeongguk move, right now,” Seokjin hastily intervenes. “Shoo! He’s offering to wash the dishes! Grow a pair and get out the door right now!”

Seokjin’s right. The three of them abhorred washing the dishes (which was why Jimin was at the sink while they swept and dusted the café). So this was a perfect offer. He knew he should just take it because Namjoon didn’t do shit in the house anyway but he couldn’t help but feel apprehensive, a steady dampness forming in his palms. What if you found the gesture weird? What if you found him weird? What if his actions would make you run away from the café and then Jeongguk would never be able to see you again?

“Hyung...” His uneasiness was evident in his tone, whine sounding exactly like a wounded puppy.

“Knew you couldn’t do it.” Namjoon plucks up his cloth once more. “This really isn’t healthy though. She’s not some mythical creature, Jeongguk, she’s a person and people talk to each other.”

“I’m sorry are you declining Namjoon’s offer?” Seokjin looks as if he wants to snatch the broom from Jeongguk’s grasp and smack it against his skull. “Jeon Jeongguk you are putting your job at stake.”

“You can’t fire me for that! That’s unfair dismissal!”

“I’ll fire you for whatever.” Seokjin shifts towards the machines behind the counter, briefly cleaning his hands underneath the running sink. “I’m going to make you a latte and you’re going to leave this place and give it to her. Namjoon is offering to clean for God’s sake!”

Seokjin doesn’t pay attention to Jeongguk’s protests, swiftly fiddling with the machines as they whirr to life. “Here.” His outstretched hand held a steaming cup of coffee. “Are you going to take it or are we going to stay here all day?”

Jeongguk pauses, acutely aware of the tense atmosphere fusing with the scent of coffee beans and cream.  He doesn’t have to do it; he could just take the coffee and drink it himself. But then the sound of your voice comes drifting in through the open windows and his chest closes up. You’re singing louder for some reason, almost as if you were calling him to come. In all honesty, Jeongguk had to get over his fear of you. Namjoon’s right — you aren’t some mythical creature — you’re just a person like he was. And even if the small (read really big) crush he had over you felt paralysing at times it was better to say he tried then to admit he never did anything at all.

With a wave of sudden sureness rushing through his body he grabs the cup from Seokjin’s outstretched hand and twists around, blatantly ignoring the slow clap Jimin starts up or the shock filling Namjoon’s eyes.

His feet hit the pavement with a resounding thud, one that he feels in his chest but he keeps on walking. The closer he gets the more he feels like the world is slowing down. By now the crowd had dispersed, only one or two people stood around lingering. That’s reasonable because the sun had dipped further into the horizon, dwindling golden rays of sunlight illuminating the pavements. An instant later, he’s standing before you holding the cup of coffee in his hands. It’s then he realises just how stupid he probably looks. It suddenly hits that he’s got no idea if you were lactose intolerant or whether you preferred soy or oat or almond or how sweet you liked your coffee or whether you liked coffee at all and then you were looking at him and he didn't know what to say.

He tries to open his mouth but he can’t grasp at the words he needs. The strumming of your guitar slows down, a curious sparkle in your eyes as you look at the boy before you who’s turning bright rose with every passing second.

Jeongguk immediately goes on autopilot, shoving the cup in your direction. “Um, here, coffee. It’s cold.”

“The coffee? Sorry but I think I’ll pass on iced coffee,” you reply, shooting him a soft smile. “Thank you though.”

“Uh — no. The coffee isn’t cold, the weather is cold. I just thought that maybe you’d want something warm to drink?” Jeongguk wants the ground to open up below him.

The corners of your lip tug upward, eyes flickering over Jeongguk’s body. He refuses to look directly at you but he can feel the warmth of your gaze as you examine him. This is a stupid idea and he was going to kick Seokjin in the balls when he gets back inside. But instead of hearing a rejection floating from your lips, your voice urges his eyes up from the ground with wonder. “Sure, why not,” you say, an easiness in your tone. The coffee cup is out of his hand before he can blink.

He feels something in him shift violently when a smile breaks across your face.

The slamming of his heart against his ribs is nothing compared to the pounding in his head because holy shit your smile was the best thing he’d ever seen. Your face just lights up, the grin on your lips just as dazzling as the bright afternoon sun behind you. It felt as if there’s a hand around his heart squeezing it tight, leaving him breathlessly in love.

“Before I drink this,” you say, fiddling with the cup in your hand. “How do I know it’s not been tampered with?”

He flushes, taken back by your valid direct question. The sentence that leaves his lips is jumbled, a result of his nerves getting the best of him. “Uh — I  —well — um, I work over there,” he gestures to the establishment behind him, ears tinging rouge when his gaze lands on Seokjin standing menacingly behind the window. “My boss made it for you — well not for you, but kind of? I could have made you one too but he did — for no particular reason of course.”

Your laugh is light and airy, wrapping around his heart with a gentleness that leaves him woozy.

“Okay, I believe you.” You take a ginger sip of the coffee, still brightly gazing at him. “Thank you. This is so sweet of you. And a latte too, that's my favourite. Good guess.”

Jeongguk is never going to hit or insult Kim Seokjin again. His words still feel clunky falling out his mouth but he can't stop them from escaping.“You’re welcome! Thought I would bring you something you know. It’s really cold and you’re kind of the reason why we get so many customers.”

The eyebrow you raise is playful. “So you’re paying me with free coffees now? Not a bad move.”  

He rubs the nape of his neck, a sheepish smile on his face. “Got to keep the free advertisement happy, right?”

You laugh again and Jeongguk feels his world rearrange. In a second he’s buzzing, the warmth of your voice rushing through his body and leaving his nerves humming. Your smile was starting to have an adverse effect on Jeongguk’s heart. It might have stopped functioning properly a moment or so ago.

“I appreciate the gesture. Tell your boss thank you for me.”

Jeongguk splutters, eyes soft as he looks at you. “Actually, if you want to come in I could fix you something else as well. On the house! You can meet my boss as well.”

You pause, pretty lip caught between your teeth in thought. He thinks you might say yes. Needs you to say yes more than he’s needed anything else in his life. But then your eyes flicker to the well-worn leather watch strapped around your wrist, gaze crestfallen the second you register the time.

“I can’t today, unfortunately! Got to hurry somewhere right now.” He watches you pack up your guitar, the swiftness in your movements stabbing at his infatuated heart, the coffee he’d handed you sitting lonesome on the ground. You stuff the loose change scattered within your guitar case in your pocket before delicately placing the instrument in there. It only hits him then that he never once tossed something in there as a show of gratitude to you for filling the world with your mellifluous voice. His empty hands suddenly felt useless beside him, swinging forlornly in the winter breeze. He wants to help you, but he’s afraid he’s encroached enough already. “Thank you again. Maybe I'll drop by one day,” you say, smile bright and warm. He commits the image of you looking at him like that to memory, treasuring it deep inside of his heart.

“Yeah, sure. No problem." He doesn't want you to leave, but he can’t think of a way to make you stay.

Then you're gone, coffee clutched in your hand as you melt into the hordes of people roaming through town. Your claret scarf is the last he sees of you before he registers that he never asked for your name.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenario #jungkook drabble

[phantom-curve]

find the strength, find the melody pt. 7

lmfao I love how I posted an update 2 days ago like “this fic will have sporadic posts! idk when they’re coming!” and then I spent the last two days writing this. when that insomnia inspiration hits ya gotta just go with it!

this chapter went in a completely different direction than I had planned on soooo yeah...honestly not sure where this is gonna end up! the characters from my OC novel that I’m loosely basing this story around didn’t have a connection before they ran into each other so when Julie gave me this I almost cut it because I genuinely wasn’t sure where it was going. I think I’ve almost figured it out and I’m pretty sure I know how this will end. and now we all get to laugh at me together because it’s definitely gonna be more than 3-4 chapters. it might even be more than 6. Luke’s POV will have roughly the same amount of chapters I think, possibly longer because boy oh boy does he have A LOT to say (most of it about Julie). fair warning: this one has an awkward cut off because of the way I need to set up the next chapter. sorry about that.

and now something I probably should be embarrassed to admit: I don’t remember writing the part where I managed to sneak an “I’ve Got The Music” reference in so now we know for sure this show has infiltrated my brain. it’s fine, I’m fine, at least I WILL BE WHEN WE GET A S2!!!! KENNY!!!! SAVE ME HERE!!! MAKE MY UNHINGED OBSESSIONS WORTH IT!!!!!

taglist: @blue-hat-girl, @lwhoscribbles, @bluefyoto94, @5sosmukefan, @moonlightxnder, @leahthewonder​, @kat-maybe-not​, @lukewearingbeanies, @imastrugglingartist​​

It was no small miracle that Julie made it through the afternoon without Ray asking for details about her supposed ‘plan’ to play with the Sunset Curve boys. She didn’t think she would have been able to pull off spinning a story quite as well as Luke had earlier. She had expected at least a small amount of interrogating about when she had started playing again, but apparently the news that she was playing at all, let alone with other people in front of an audience, was enough for Ray to ignore all of the other plot holes involved in this scheme. He seemed to have almost forgotten the meeting with Principal Lessa entirely, humming on the drive home, kissing her forehead and turning her loose to freak out alone in her room while he sat down to work on his computer in the dining room. Julie took full advantage of the time alone to restlessly pace her room and send Flynn a 911 text. Her bestie’s contact photo lit up the phone screen 30 seconds later.

“Okay, I’m hiding in the basement girl’s bathroom, so you’ve got exactly 5 minutes before I get too grossed out to stay here.”

Julie’s chest loosened at the sound of Flynn’s comforting voice. There wasn’t anyone else in the world that loved her the way Flynn did. It was reassuring and made it easy for Julie to let loose.

“Lessa told Dad about the music program and then You-Know-Who ambushed us outside of her office and basically forced me to agree to perform with them.”

“Voldemort was at Los Feliz?!”

Flynn’s gasp was overflowing with sarcasm.

“Flynn!” Julie whined. “Be serious! Luke showed up out of nowhere again! And he did the thing again! The charming his way into getting what he wants thing! And now I have to play with his freaking band! What the hell am I supposed to do?”

There was silence for a moment. When Flynn spoke again her voice was softer, more serious.

“You don’t have to play with them, Jules. You can tell them no, and they’ll have no choice but to respect that. The only person who can make you do anything is you. But...I kinda think you might want to play with them.”

“What?! No!”

Julie’s exclamation was a second late. Flynn didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. Julie sighed.

“Okay fine. There’s something about Luke that makes me want to play again. Are you happy? He gave mom’s song back to me when I thought it was lost forever. He’s the only person who’s heard me perform it, and he...no one else has ever made me feel that good about my music before.”

Julie thanked her lucky stars Flynn wasn’t in the room to see her blush. There was a long moment of contemplative silence on the other end of the line. When she spoke again, there was that extra note of take-no-shit in Flynn’s voice that made Julie sit up and really listen.

“I think you should give it a chance. Who knows, maybe this is some sort of sign from your mom. You said it was a miracle he would have even found that song in the first place. You said it felt like she was there with you when you were playing. Maybe she made sure it would find its way back to you when you were ready for it.”

Julie didn’t say anything, just worried her bottom lip with her teeth. Her heart beat a little faster in her chest. It had felt a little too perfect to be just a coincidence. The way Luke kept appearing in her life at the exact moments she needed him someone or something to help her keep moving forward. Flynn sighed.

“Look, I’m not saying it is your mom. But I’m not saying there’s not some kind of greater power out there that keeps pushing the two of you together. I think you should give it a chance. If nothing else, you can get back in the music program and we can bring Double Trouble to life in time for our Junior Showcase!”

Julie couldn’t help laughing. Her eyes felt misty, love for her best friend welling up in her heart.

“I never agreed to that name you know. But thanks, Flynn. I’ll think about it.”

“Good. Now. I gotta get the fuck out of this grimy ass bathroom. Love you, bye!”

Flynn waited for her to return the sentiment before hanging up.  Julie flopped back on her bed, letting her breath out in a loud whoosh as she hit the comforter. A glance at her phone told her she only had a couple hours until Luke and the other boys would be out of school and on their way to her house. She tried her best to ignore the way that thought made her stomach roll with a type of nervousness she would rather not name. It was easier to blame it on nerves over playing with new people rather than nerves over playing with Luke. Except...now that she actually thought about it, she had played with Luke before. Her head spun, eyes fluttering shut as she remembered the one music class she had shared with Luke last year.

She had only been a freshman, stuck in a lowly Introduction to Composition class. It was supposed to be for new songwriters. Julie had a little more experience than the rest of the class, after all she’d been kind of composing with her mom for a few years now, so when it had been time to write a duet for their final big project she had gotten paired up with the classmate whose skill level most matched hers. It was supposed to be a way for them to challenge each other and grow as writers instead of one person doing most of the work. Julie had been paired with Luke.

He’d been a grumbly sophomore, held back for failing his last semester of Intro to Comp the year before. He had been stuck there only for the second semester, forced to double up between their class and his second year Composition class. Julie hadn’t been all that excited about partnering with him. He hadn’t really seemed to care about the class at all, and even though Julie also sometimes felt like it was holding her back a little bit, she never once voiced that thought. It was a privileged mindset, and Julie was well aware that she had an advantage over her classmates since her mother was a professional songwriter. Luke, on the other hand, had made it well known that he felt like he was wasting his time just waiting to get through the semester so he could move up to the Advanced Composition class that he felt he truly belonged in. Julie could usually do no more than roll her eyes in those moments.

It was true that Luke was talented. His guitar playing was impressive, his lyrics were heartfelt and sometimes even downright poetic. Julie just didn’t think anyone deserved specific things in life because they happened to be naturally talented at something. Their songwriting experience had been...interesting to say the least. And short. It had ended abruptly when Julie’s mother had died 5 days later. In the end, they’d only worked together for two 40-minute class periods before she had been lost in the fog of grief that consumed her in the weeks following the loss of her mom.

Julie shot up in bed, eyes wide. She didn’t even fully remember what had happened with the half-finished song they had been working on. Errant notes echoed in her head, like a song that had only existed in dreams until now. She absently wondered if Luke had held onto that as well. It was no wonder she had kept that particular memory suppressed all this time. That time in her life had been particularly painful. Luke had been gentle with her though. Almost all traces of his typical arrogance gone in the two short class periods they’d had to work together. He had kept things light, steering their songwriting in the direction of a rock ballad more than a true duet. Julie hadn’t minded. She had been floating through classes by then anyway, on edge every second she was away from her mom’s bedside. It had been easier to work on something that didn’t have as many sappy emotions attached to it.

She groaned, burying her face in her hands. No wonder Luke had been so sweet with her. He must have had a front row seat to her breakdown throughout the last year. She hadn’t even realized it. Had never before seen the way he watched her from a distance, checked in on her during class. She should have. Now that she was thinking about it, trying to identify every instance, she could name a million. How had she missed it for so long? How had he gone so long without saying anything? The Luke she remembered was terrible at keeping his mouth shut. He had always been ready to speak his mind, never afraid to start a discourse. It didn’t track that he had been holding himself back. Unless...it was more about her musical ability than anything else. She remembered now; Luke had been thrilled to partner with her for the duet. He had made some remark about how her sound was the perfect complement to his. Maybe he only cared about the ways they would mesh as songwriters. She could only hope that’s what his words had meant.

She felt more secure in her footing as a musician when it came to dealing with Luke than she ever had as a simple teenaged girl. If it was just about the music she could compartmentalize better, keep herself from getting too emotionally invested. Music had always been a safe zone, neutral. She breathed in and out deeply, remembering the technique Dr. Turner had taught her to slow her breathing and recenter her mind. She could do this. It was just about the music. They would play a song together, Julie would get back into the music program, and life would move forward much in the way it had before. Except Julie would actually participate in class this time. She had the music back in her soul, she wasn’t ever going to let it go again. On her next exhale, she heard the doorbell ring. Showtime. Julie zipped down the stairs, ripping open the door before her dad had a chance to get more than three feet away from his computer. Luke, Alex and Reggie all stumbled back a step as she tumbled outside, pulling the front door shut behind her. The three teenaged boys shared a look.

“Studio. Now.”

Julie raced down the path to her mom’s studio before they could react, not even waiting to see if they followed her. If they were smart, if they truly wanted to do this, they would. She hauled the garage doors open, only turning around when she had the piano at her back. The wood felt warm and solid, almost like she had her mom as a support behind her instead of an instrument. The boys appeared seconds later, Luke leading the way. He stopped a couple feet inside of the studio, studying her with wide open earnest eyes. She let out a deep breath. Reggie spoke up before she could get a word out.

“Woah, Julie, this studio is so cool! It’s like a tiny home! A musical tiny home in a botanical garden!!”

His green eyes were wide, expression awed as he spun to take in the space that Julie and her mom had spent countless hours turning into theirs.

“How did you get chairs on the ceiling?! Are you, like, a witch and a siren?!! Man, you and your mom must have made some serious magic in here.”

Luke’s arm shot out faster than lightening to backhand Reggie’s bicep. Reggie cringed away, a soft owww! just barely audible over the loud sigh Alex let out as he buried his face in his hands. Reggie shrugged, looking back and forth between his bandmates before giving Julie a confused yet apologetic glance. What had he said wrong this time? The giggle that bubbled out of her was as unexpected as it was welcomed. Warmth blazed in her heart, memories of the time she had spent in here with her mom washing over her with a kind of hazy bliss she hadn’t ever experienced before. She gazed at Reggie, letting that same feeling of motherly love from the night before fill her up. It was all she could do not to react to Luke’s jaw dropping when she gave Reggie a soft smile.

“We did. We made so much magic in here.”

The words were gentle and filled with a kind of genuine love that overshadowed all other feelings of awkward nervousness. Alex and Luke relaxed instantly, Reggie’s face losing all traces of uncertainty as he beamed at her with a smile so large it almost looked painful. Julie couldn’t help but let herself return it, just a little bit. The silence that settled between them was more comfortable, the tense moment from earlier broken. Julie studied the boys in front of her. She hadn’t ever thought of them as friends per se. They knew each other, would say hi if they encountered one another outside the walls of the high school, but at the same time, they didn’t actually know each other. Julie’s little run in with Luke the night before had made that painfully obvious. She wasn’t really sure what to make of them.

“Are you guys actually serious about this whole Showcase scheme? Did Luke even tell you about his dumb plan?”

“Hey! That plan is genius. Even your dad agreed. He seems pretty cool.”

Julie couldn’t help the fond way she rolled her eyes. Alex was quick to reassure her that they did, in fact, know about the plan.

“Not that I actually think it’s a particularly well thought out plan.” He stated with a lingering glare at Luke’s back.

The planner in question did his best to ignore the skeptical look on Julie’s face.

“Julie, you really don’t deserve to be out of the music program.” Reggie’s voice was soft and sincere. “You have the voice of an angel. If we can help convinced Ms. Harrison and Principal Lessa to give you your spot back it will be so worth it. And even if we don’t, it’ll be worth the looks on their faces when we rock the pants off that crowd!”

Julie laughed in spite of herself, slightly reassured even as she chewed nervously on her lip. Luke took a few bouncy steps forward, pulling her attention to him completely. His eyes locked on hers and she was sure she was drowning, throat tightening at the look he was giving her.

“You got this. I wouldn’t have come up with this idea if I didn’t believe it 100%.”

Honestly, that was what scared her the most about it.

“We don’t even have anything prepared.”

Her voice was barely a whisper, unsteady and wavering. Luke took a few more steps towards her, Reggie and Alex ghosting along silently a few feet behind him. Julie didn’t even notice, so laser focused on the brunette boy in the cut-up tank top in front of her. She watched his muscles flex as he reached into his back pocket, flicking out a piece of folded up paper in a move scarily reminiscent of when he had given her mom’s song back to her. He bit his lip, head ducking a little to be closer to hers as he unfolded the worn sheets of scrappy notebook paper. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, focusing on the messy handwriting in front of her.

“I thought you would say that.”

The smile on his face was so soft and sweet it should have been illegal.

“It’s called ‘Bright’. It’s a Sunset Curve song that we never performed because it’s missing something. Look,” his bare shoulder brushed hers as he shifted to point at the notes, warmth seeping through the thin material of her t-shirt, “it’s perfect for your range. I was thinking, if we add a little bit of piano here and here,” fire blazed a path up her arm as his fingers traced along the opening notes and chorus, forearm flexing against her own, bare skin brushing in teasing licks, “it’ll be perfect.”

Julie forced herself to focus on what he was saying, eyes roving across the paper. She hummed a little under her breath, hearing what he described in her head. His eyes lit up when he saw her get it, feet springing up and down as he dipped even closer towards her and started to sing.

We will rise, through the night

You and I

We will fight to shine together

Bright forever

His voice vibrated in her chest, the sound filling her with an emotion she couldn’t fully identify. Alex and Reggie bobbed along behind him, Reggie’s fingers plucking out the baseline on an invisible guitar while Alex nodded along to an unseen beat. Julie could envision the way the song would sound with a complete band, could practically see herself fitting seamlessly into the mix with her piano and vocals. She couldn’t help the smile that curved her lips as she joined in, reading the lyrics off of the page.

And rise through the night,

You and I

We will fight to shine together

“Go up high.”

Luke cut in, fingers twirling towards the ceiling. Julie automatically made the adjustment in notes to harmonize her voice with his for the last line, holding the final syllable for a beat longer than him.

Bright forever

“Yes!”

Luke’s arm pumped up and down, bicep flexing and distracting Julie momentarily. She dropped her head shyly, trying to hide her blush. When her cheeks cooled a moment later she looked back up at the boy in front of her. His eyes were glowing, smile stretched a mile wide as he stared at her. Unconditional belief in her was practically oozing from his pores. She felt her face soften as their eyes locked, giving him her own sweet smile that was meant just for the two of them. She thanked him with a gentle murmur, heart melting as he simply bit his lower lip and nodded.

A throat cleared in the background, and Julie was snapped out of their private bubble by the sound. Her entire face felt engulfed in flames as she looked over Luke’s shoulder to see Alex and Reggie still standing a few paces behind him. Reggie’s face was bright, his sunshine temperament back in full force. Alex was a little more guarded, but he was giving her an encouraging smile and there was cautious optimism swimming in his sage green eyes as he fiddled with one of his drumsticks. She inhaled deeply and let her breath out in one smooth exhale. The same sort of peacefulness from the night before settled over her.

“Okay. Okay, so we’re doing this.”

Luke’s whoop was so loud both her and Alex jumped. Reggie raced forward with a cheer to sling one arm around Luke’s shoulders and the other around Julie’s, pulling them so close to his chest that their noses nearly touched. Julie saw the blush staining Luke’s cheeks and felt her own warm to match. Alex coughed again.

“Reg, c’mon. Let it settle for just a sec before you go all human octopus on the poor girl.”

“Oh, right! Sorry, Jules!!”

Reggie released both of them quickly. Julie flicked her gaze between the three boys, enjoying the glimpses at their band dynamic. Alex’s words had sounded a bit exasperated, but there was a fondness running through them as well. He gave a half-hearted roll of his eyes at Reggie’s abrupt movements and reached his own long arm out to pull the dark-haired boy close.

“Help me unload the van? I still don’t trust our little Lukey boy with my kit.”

“Hey! That was one time!”

Luke sounded downright offended. The dark look Alex leveled at him in response had Julie choking back a laugh with a badly disguised cough. Clearly once of whatever he did was enough. Luke pouted, arms flexing as they crossed over his chest.

“You put your foot through my bass drum, and you think that isn’t reason enough not to trust you with it ever again?”

Luke sputtered, eyes flicking to Julie and back to Alex as his ears reddened.

“I told you I didn’t see it!”

“It’s the biggest part of the kit, dumbass. Literally the hardest thing to miss.”

Alex’s voice was as unimpressed as it was dismissive. Luke threw his hands in the air as the other boys headed out of the studio, laughing amongst themselves. It was clear this was a regular argument between the two, no heat or anger left in it, only a loving sort of tease. Like the way Carlos still brought up that time she accidentally gave him a concussion double-bouncing him off of their neighbor’s trampoline when he wanted something from her. Or the way her Tía would still laugh as she remembered the time her mom had almost gotten them both arrested for a bar fight on her 21st birthday, Ray affectionately filling in the parts that she tried to leave out. Warmth bloomed in her chest. This wasn’t just a band, wasn’t just a ragtag trio of friends. These guys were brothers. This was a family. And they were letting her into that intimate circle.

The thought was both humbling and nerve-wracking. This Showcase was a big deal. It wasn’t just some school assignment. This could impact their future as a band career-wise. They were all trusting her with this, fully believing in her, or at least, fully believing in Luke’s faith in her abilities. She wasn’t sure anyone had ever believed in her like that. Not anyone that hadn’t known her since she was in diapers. Her head swam, knees feeling a bit weak. She stumbled her way over to the couch, collapsing onto it with a barely audible huff. Luke was in front of her instantly, crouched down so they were face to face. His hands twitched in his lap, but he didn’t reach for her.

“Hey. Julie. Breathe.”

She sucked in a breath, zeroing in on nothing more than his face. After a few seconds she realized he was breathing in and out slowly, just loud enough for her to hear over the jumble of thoughts running amok in her brain. She matched her own inhales and exhales to his, the room slowly coming back into focus as her head cleared. He gave her one of those soft smiles she was starting to think of as hers.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. But I wouldn’t have stopped you in school if I didn’t think you were gonna rock it. I heard you last night. I listened to you for years before last night.”

His chin dropped in embarrassment for just a second before he pulled his gaze back up to hers. Julie felt like she was on the edge of a cliff. Not for the first time she wished she knew how long this version of Luke had been lurking under the surface. It took everything in her not to let herself step off that ledge and fall.

“Music is in your soul. It’s a part of you. Not everyone is like that, but you are. Your life without music...”

He tapered off like the thought was physically painful to him, eyebrows furrowing in a slight wince.

“Living without music would be like living in a world without stars: dark and empty and uninspired. You deserve galaxies, Julie. You deserve the chance to shine exactly like the star you are, and the world deserves the chance to hear you. Please, just...have a little faith?”

She saw it then. As he gazed at her with those bottomless ocean eyes, with that special smile on his lips and sincerity bleeding through every word, she knew. Luke was like her. Luke got it. In a way that no one else except her mom ever had. That’s what this was. They were kindred spirits, two sides of the same coin. And that feeling? The wind rushing through her hair and stealing her breath away while her limbs all turned to jelly feeling? That was definitely her falling head over heels off of the cliff and into Luke Patterson completely.

“Okay.”

She breathed out, and his answering smile set off the butterflies she thought had finally left her stomach. He stood up and held a hand out to her, easily pulling her to her feet in one smooth movement.

“You know,” his smile turned rueful, “eventually you’re gonna have to answer one of my questions with something other than ‘okay’. That’s a pretty passive word, and I’m not really a passive type of person. I wanna start hearing some ‘hell yeah’s and ‘awesome’s pretty soon.”

Julie rolled her eyes, moving away from Luke to set up her keyboard. He gave her a bouncy little shrug of his shoulders, and she let the levity of his joke wash over her, releasing the last bit of nerves. She could do this. Luke believed in her. Her mom believed in her. Hell, Alex and Reggie believed in her and she barely even knew them. She could do this, just like her mom had said.

Noise from the other boys making their way up the driveway had her rushing to pull both doors to the studio open so they could haul in Alex’s drum kit. The three of them left together to grab amps and guitars, Julie finishing the rest of the set up in the garage. Before she had time to overthink things or freak out again, they were all settled into their spots and Alex was counting down for their first run through. Fingers against the keys, Julie breathed out, opened her mouth, and began to play.

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