#~{ the angel of music sings songs in my head | muse playlist }~

[heavenwithgyu]

locked in heaven

pairing: vernon x gn!reader (mentions reader wearing skirt once when describing the outfit somewhat but other than that nothing else!)

genre: fluff !

a/n i got this idea from tiktok lol ! i used filters to come up with the premise (forced proximity and vernon) and the rest was just me so :P also costume party bc halloween is so close and idk how long i’ll keep this writing spree !! i havent written this much in so long its crazy :)) i took the songs mentioned from seungkwans playlist on spotify so its songs he actually listens to and i absolutely adore ftisland so seeing them on there made me so happy

proofread: sorta, tumblr deleted part of my draft so i had to rewrite some which i didn’t reread

warnings: seungkwan says an suggestive joke accidentally, reader repeats it, brief mentions of drinking (reader doesnt and neither does vernon) uhhh kiss/makeout scene

Seungkwan had finally convinced you to go to one of his halloween parties, when he first asked you about it a couple of years ago, you weren’t as close so you said no.

The year after when he asked, you had already agreed to going to another friends party so you had to decline, treating him to lunch because of how petty he was afterwards. Any time you would ask to hang out a few days after the party, he would be telling you to go ask your other friends before you finally caved and told him you’d pay for him. He agreed.

This year he had asked you before your other friend even began planning theirs, spurring you on with the idea that Vernon would be there. Seungkwan knew you had the fattest fucking crush on him and who were you to say no to being at a party with your crush?

It gave you the chance to get to know him better, so you agreed, telling him you had no idea what to be. He had given you the idea to be an angel, said the halo and wings would look good on you.

You should’ve suspected the reason why he instantly knew what you should be but you didn’t, which is why when Seungkwan pulled up to your house just as you had finished getting ready, Vernon following behind him and dressed as the devil, you knew you were in for one tonight.

“Oh you guys are matching! How cute!” Seungkwan mused once he got inside, Vernon’s eyes locked onto your outfit, his face unreadable as traced up from your white skirt to the halo that you had gotten on your head with a headband and a piece of wire.

“Don’t go corrupting them!” Seungkwan scolded playfully, slight shock overrided you at his words and then he seemed to realize what he said. “Oh, not like that, oh I could’ve worded that better,” he said, his hand covering his mouth and you were giggling, walking over to the other man.

A smile on your lips as you looked at him, his eyes pouring into yours. “You heard him, don’t go corrupting me,” you repeated, his eyes widening while Seungkwan was telling you to shut up, obviously annoyed with you spurring on his misspeak.

Another giggle left you while Seungkwan was pushing you out of your house, Vernon following the two of you out and shutting your door since you were being pushed all the way to Seungkwan’s car. He was scolding you the entire time, saying how it’s not nice to make fun of mistakes, that he is soo nice to you all the time and you treat him like this.

You got into the back seat, letting Vernon have the front seat since he had been sitting there on the way to your house so all his stuff was still up there. Seungkwan was still going on about how he had done so many things for you when Vernon was getting into the car, a laugh slipping out of his lips when he realized that.

Vernon put on some music to shut him up, Seungkwan not protesting since he enjoyed the song that was on, singing along to it immediately while beginning to drive to his house so he could get the party ready.

You knew it wouldn’t rake him long, he probably had most of it set up already and just had to do a few finishing touches like scattered decorations or something of the sorts. You began humming along to Take Me Now by FTISLAND, surprised since the song that had last played was one by Harry Styles.

He didn’t live that far away from you so it didn’t take long to get to your house, the next song started to play as he pulled up. He sighed as he turned off he car, normally if he liked the song enough, he would wait until it finishes to leave but he didn’t have the time to.

You all got out, holding your bag close to you since you had never gone to one of his parties before, you were close with all the guys but it would be more than just them there. Seungkwan asked you to help him put silly stickers around, one’s that were fake blood and had writing that said ‘help me’, and stuff like that.

You were reaching up to put one of the stickers where he told you, up close to the ceiling for some god awful reason, but you couldn’t quite get it there. You looked around for something to stand on, just to give yourself an extra inch or two because you knew Seungkwan would be picky.

“Here, I got it,” Vernon’s voice suddenly said from next to you, carefully grazing your fingers to take the sticker from you, sticking it where he saw Seungkwan tell you to.

You muttered a quick thank you, feeling your fingers buzz from the gesture, it was small, it was nothing, you knew you shouldn’t be this flustered over it, but it was him, you couldn’t help yourself.

A few of the others began to come in, Minghao was dressed as a cowboy, boots and all, a smile gracing your lips at the sight because he looked funny. “Howdy partner!” you called to him, he grumbled, Seungkwan coming over and laughing.

“Seokmin and I made a bet, I lost,” is all Minghao said before he was off into the kitchen, presumably looking for the alcohol to start the night off early. He was ticked off from what it seemed, he hated losing bets, he was a competitive person by all means.

Seokmin followed in after him quickly, absolutely beaming with pride while he was dressed up as Pennywise. “Did you guys see him?” he asked, a slight giggle in his voice and Seungkwan was quietly telling him he was a genius and that he should win bets more often.

Minghao came back out with a cup in his hand, a glare sent to the two who were giggling, Seungkwan instantly trying to find something to pull him out of his situation. “Oh, uhm, Vernon! Help me with the rest of these?” he seemed to have settled on continuing to decorate, holding up the pack.

You glanced at the boy who was still beside you, him blinking a couple times while looking at Seungkwan, “Huh? Oh yeah, sure.” He walked over to the other, grabbing some and walking off to go put them places, not even waiting for Seungkwan to direct him.

A hum left you as you walked over to Hao, letting him complain about how Seokmin most definitely cheated somehow, just to see him wear this. He was planning on being Jack Skellington and had the makeup for him down but he just had to lose the bet, which he wouldn’t tell you about.

He brushed off the question both times you asked, so you just assumed he was holding onto the little bits of dignity he had left. “Y’know, you look like Woody from Toy Story,” you snickered after you looked at his outfit more, a loud sigh coming from him and then he was taking a swig of his cup.

“Whatever,” he muttered, walking off as more people began to file into the house, Seungkwan setting off towards where people weren’t to finish up and make it look like it wasn’t last minute.

You found yourself in the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water, surprised Seungkwan even had them in his fridge at a party to begin with, but you were grateful nonetheless. Sipping it as you walked out towards where the party had seemed to come alive spontaneously, music, people, everything.

While it wasn’t a lot of people, it was still people, you decided to walk around until you at least found someone you knew in the slightest, seeing Chan dressed as fucking Pikachu, no way.

You sat down next to him, holding in a laugh when he meets your eyes because he can see that little glint meaning you were going to make tease him for his outfit, a quick “Hey Chan—”

He quickly cut you off, “I don’t want to hear it,” him sighing right after and leaning his head back against the couch, sulking through his yellow face paint.

From the way he is sitting, you can tell he also painted his neck which causes a laugh to fall from you finally, him turning his head to face away from you at the sound, his nose scrunching.

You reached over and flicked one of his ears to his hoodie, giggling out “You look so cute~ Makes me wish I had a pokeball to—”

“I get it! Pikachu is funny,” He exclaims, making sure you didn’t get to actually make fun of him, which sucks the fun out of him being dressed like this.

A hum and you’re telling him goodbye, making sure to call him Pikachu instead of Chan which causes him to sulk more, walking off to go find someone you knew.

You wanted to find someone who was relatively alone because everyone who you were finding seemed to be very invested in their conversations would means you wouldn’t be spared the time of day.

Another swig of your water bottle as you finally settled on just roaming around, walking through the hallway and peeking into open rooms to find anyone who wasn’t caught up in something— or someone like Gyu was. He must’ve forgotten to shut the door or something because as you peeked your head in, you saw him making out with someone.

A sight you wished you could forget but also you were glad to see because at least he hadn’t gotten any further than that.

You got into a slightly deserted part of the hallway, leaning against the wall and pulling out your phone, trying to pass the time without getting super bored in the process.

You brought your hand up to open your water but a hand grabbed your wrist instead, looking up to see Seungkwan excitedly telling you, “We’re playing a game! C’mon.”

You didn’t protest, letting him lead you to a room that held a random people from the party, a couple of the boys, and Vernon. You quickly realized what they were playing, Spin The Bottle, at least you assumed with how everyone was sitting in a circle.

The thought of Vernon spinning the bottle and landing on someone else, kissing someone else right in front of you immediately crossed your mind.

You almost told Seungkwan that you didn’t want to play and left. Almost. The little devil on your shoulder was telling you all the possibilities if Vernon spun the bottle and it landed on you, that he would be kissing you.

So you sat down, all logic thrown out the window because there had to be at least 15 people and the chances of him landing on you out of 14? Slim. Close to none.

But there was a chance.

Seungkwan set a bottle in the middle, staying there, “So we all know what this is right?” he asked, a few people shaking their heads to where he was sighing, “It’s a combination of Spin The Bottle and Seven Minutes In Heaven, makes it more fun that way.”

Oh.

Your eyes wanted to look at Vernon, to see his reaction, though you were sure he already knew that since Seungkwan probably told him before he gathered people so your eyes stayed on Seungkwan.

“Who wants to go first?” he asked, his hand still on the bottle, and for some god forsaken reason, Vernon was saying he would.

Your stomach felt like it was in knots as his hand reached for the bottle, his eyes locking with yours before he was glancing around the circle. For some reason, your breath stopped, did he want to land on you?

No.

No you were sat across from him, of course he’d look at you right now, he would’ve looked at whoever was in your spot.

After what felt like an eternity, he spun it, your eyes staring intensely at it as you prayed to every possible God you could think of to have it land on you. You were an angel, they had to help you in your time of need.

The bottle began to slow, your nails wanting to dig into your palms but you tried to act like you didn’t care who it landed on, that the idea of him kissing someone else didn’t make your heart sting.

Because why would it land on you?

You were 1 out of 14, it was stupid chances and you should’ve never played and you wanted to look away to save yourself the disappointment whenever it stopped at— you.

It stopped at you.

Your eyes met Vernon’s, relief faintly on his features but you told yourself that you were imagining it, that he was just glad to have gotten someone he knows.

Why would he want to kiss you? He wouldn’t, he would’ve done it already if he did, there’s no way he wanted to be trapped in a closet with your for seven long minutes.

You were pulled, literally, out of your thoughts by Seungkwan tugging you to stand, Vernon’s arm in his other hand as he was leading you two to a door. You knew this door, this door led to a bathroom would led to another room which wasn’t frequented.

Gulping as Seungkwan pushed you into the other room, smiling at both of you with an evil grin, “See you two in seven minutes~” His voice was sickly sweet and you wanted to pass out when he closed the door.

It was you two, in a room. Alone. At least you weren’t pressed against each other in some tight closet.

“Have you, uhm, have you had your first kiss?” Vernon’s voice suddenly speaks but its quiet, you almost miss it, but you don’t because how could you miss his voice? Your eyes meet his, his hold worry.

You decide to tease him, “No, wanna be my first?” you ask nonchalantly, his eyes widen to comical levels while he’s opening his mouth to say something, shutting it right after. “I’m just kidding, Nonie, I’ve kissed people,” you tell him after a few seconds, walking over and for some reason, putting your hand on his arm.

You tell yourself it’s to help him relax but it’s most definitely just to feel his skin on yours even in the slightest way. “That was a terrible opener by the way,” more teasing leaves you, your hand also leaving him, you miss the way his fingers twitch as he wants to touch you instead.

He laughs softly, nodding, “Yeah, couldn’t think of anything better and the only thing on my mind was kissing so—” He cuts his sentence off short, seemingly thinking he said too much with the way he’s gulping, his eyes moving between yours quickly.

He’s nervous, you can tell, he’s hard to read to most people but to you? You can read him like the back of your hand, shallowly, you can never tell the reason he’s feeling it but you can tell what he’s feeling.

Wait.. the only thing on his mind was kissing? What the hell was that supposed to mean? Was he thinking of the game? Was he thinking of kissing someone else out there? Was he thinking of kissing you?

Your mind was racing with thoughts as you try to decode what he said, hoping by some miracle it’s a confession and you can finally kiss him.

But you can’t, it’s too vague, you don’t have enough to work with to come up with anything concrete. So you two are left looking at each other, words on the tip of your tongue that you want to spill out, that you want him to kiss you, but they don’t come.

Because while you’re silent, he is too, leaving you no indicator that he also wants it. So you’re left, looking at him. “Man, Seungkwan needs to clean this room,” Vernon suddenly says, you hadn’t noticed him look away and you peel your eyes away from him to look around, a laugh slipping past your throat.

“Yeah he really does, jeez,” you reply, not knowing how else to continue the conversation because all you can think about is what the fuck you should do. Fuck it. “Nonie,” you call out to him, his attention immediately on you, and you’re finishing your sentence before he can say anything, “you should kiss me.”

He doesn’t move, neither do you, but he seems to be frozen in his, not even breathing while he stares at you. “What?” he asks, dumbly, after a few seconds and you’re starting to think you’re making a huge mistake but you can’t turn back now so you’re just repeating yourself, quieter this time.

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds again and your heart is racing and your body feeling like it’s about to throw up whatever you last ate and you realize just how dry your throat is gotten and how you left your water bottle out sitting in the circle still.

You’re too busy overthinking to see him walk over to you, his hand grazing your cheek pulls you back to reality, his eyes pouring into yours, silently asking if you were sure.

You nod slightly to him, letting him know you are, your hands reaching out to hold the back of his neck and he’s softly pressing his lips against yours.

It’s barely a kiss but it’s enough to feel as though matches had just struck your skin, your hands pulling him closer to kiss him more. He practically melts into you, his hands moving to grip your waist so he can ground himself.

You swear you’re losing your mind with how strong his cologne is, how his fingers dig into you to make sure you aren’t going to disappear, how his lips mold against yours— Your head is spinning. It’s too much, but it’s also not enough, you need him to kiss you harder.

It’s still featherlight and you need to feel his lips against yours more, he pulls back to breathe, you think, or find his sanity like you need to do, his eyes still closed. “Vernon,” you whisper, his eyebrows furrowing as you call him by his name, something you haven’t done in what feels like years, “Kiss me like you mean it.”

He smiles at you, his eyes practically sparking as he captures your lips in his again, finally pressing against yours firmly, his arms moving to wrap around you to hold you even closer when that doesn’t feel possible.

Your hands move to his hair, not caring that he had it done up and slicked back, he doesn’t seem to care either because he’s even smiling against you, tilting his head more to deepen the kiss.

Lungs are aching as you both sit there, absorbed in each other, but you couldn’t care, not when he’s like this with you. His lips part and yours do the same, his tongue carefully meeting yours before the door flies open, revealing Seungkwan standing there.

“I knew this would get you two together!” He exclaims triumphantly, a wide smile on his face while you two are practically jumping away from each other, heat spreading to both your cheeks.

You don’t say anything and just look at Vernon, him doing the same and then he’s walking over to the door, pushing Seungkwan out of the room. “Five more minutes,” he says, shutting the door and then walking back over to you, arms wrapping right back around you.

“I like you by the way,” he suddenly confesses, kissing you once again before you can respond and you’re left standing there torn— to kiss him back or confess back.

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[thisnoodlewritesao3]

Untitled | Iwaizumi Hajime/Reader

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Reader, Oikawa Tooru

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime/Reader

Word Count:  2571

Summary: "At first, he thought you sent him those videos (by mistake) as a prank. And he got annoyed. But as started to text you, he realised how sweet you are, how kind and lovely. And he fell, hard." This was the prompt, tho I didn't follow it completely

A/N: This is very much so self-indulgent, so no judging me. This is based off of a matchup I got from @forgetou that I absolutely adored, and just had to write. Thank you for giving me permission to use it, absolutely angel

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It wasn’t that Iwaizumi had anything against you - he didn’t really have any feelings one way or the other - although if he had to choose, he definitely wouldn’t keep you in his life for long. He didn’t even know much about you other than that you were smart (being in the same class as him told him that), but your personality was a bit… much? Extremely immature? Carefree? Naive? A lot of things. Definitely not his cup of tea - he already had enough trouble coping with Oikawa - but at least him and Oikawa had things in common.

From what he could see, you felt the exact same way, never offering him a second glance when he entered the classroom.

So, why had you sent him a video?

The only reason he had your number to begin with was because of a project you’d been forced to work on last year with him; you hadn’t messaged him since, and neither had he.

He hesitated before opening the video; you were smiling so brightly, awkwardly looking around your room for some sort of escape from whatever you were about to say, “okay, okay, you finally convinced me!” You cheered, squeezing your eyes shut and smiling brighter. “This is for all my lovely friends-” Oh, so it’s just a prank. He huffed at his own thoughts; the idea that you were just pulling a prank on him pissed him off “-since you guys say that my singing makes you happy? I don’t get it… especially since I can’t sing,” you rubbed the back of your neck. “I- I guess I’ll just get this over with.”

You reached over to the side, grabbing a pair of headphones, they were ridiculously too big for your head, but you didn’t seem to care. A large intake of breath before you pushed away from your desk; your hand shook as you turned on the music, it was a split second before you started singing.

You’ve been such a jerk

since you left last week

You were staring at something off camera, eyes dancing over, what he could only assume to be, the lyrics as you sang. He had to admit you were right, you couldn’t hit a single note, making it almost painful just to listen. Then your smile slowly brightened again, shining within your eyes.

You’re careful with your words

but I’m pulling teeth 

you said this wouldn’t hurt

Bobbing your head and swaying, finally letting any anxiety and ease wash over you. Right now he was more concerned that he could hear each lyric blasting through the headphones, like you were trying to drown yourself out - surely you were going to damage your ears.

Give me cavities

And all of your apologies are only empty calories

You smiled brightly, squeezing your eyes shut but facing the camera. You put your hand on your chest; the impact made him wince, but you didn’t falter in your words.

After all this time

I start asking why I’m staying

were you ever mine?

You pointed at the camera, quirking up one brow as if it were an actual question. The more you wriggled and danced the more your hair flew around; such a pure enthusiasm in every movement. There it was. The childish nature he was used to seeing from you. The one that pissed him off so much.

Are we something that’s worth saving?

every conversation puts me back on medication sometimes

sorry’s just another word you’re saying

He must have been going crazy when he saw some actual sadness twinkle into your eyes; he decided that he was just reading far too into it.

Do I look like her

Does she talk like me?

Your brows furrowed together, staring off camera again. As you sang (read: yelled) the lyrics, there was something more to them. Something more fiery. Maybe you just related to the lyrics. He couldn’t know.

Been feeling insecure

Codependency is hard to break

You wrapped your arms around your body, that sadness trickled in again, there was no questioning it this time. Not even a second passed before you smiled brightly again, acting like there was nothing to be seen. Acting like that was all for show.

When you never make it easy

Reconstructive surgery can’t fix my anxiety

You squished your cheeks together, mumbling the words. He watched you intently as you repeated the chorus. Pumping your fist and spinning around lightly in your chair - a strange mixture of emotions erupted on your face when the wire to your headphones wrapped around something out of his vision, forcing them off of your head. The music blasted freely as you broke out into a fit of laughter, snorting and cackling like a hyena.

You turned back towards the camera when you finally stopped laughing, “so that happened, um, thank you for listening! I love you guys so much.” You winked at the camera, lazily blowing a kiss before the video ended.

Iwaizumi was almost in shock - though that was quickly brushed away by the anger from the obvious prank. You couldn’t really think he was that stupid, could you? He pondered the idea of shooting you a text, telling you that this was ridiculously childish behaviour; that was probably exactly what you wanted, so he chose not to give you a reaction at all.

That wasn’t the last time you sent him a video of you singing.

In fact, you sent one every single day for a few weeks. He listened to each one of them - definitely not feeling more positive and self-assured after each one. There was a theme; they were all mostly upbeat, something you could easily jam and bob your head to, something that gave you a lot of energy. Sometimes you were out of breath after it.

Still, after that wave of happiness came the storm of anger because, despite the fact he hadn’t given you a reaction to his prank, you were still trying to prank him.

Yet there was something so endearing as you cheered and smiled - sure, you were childish, but maybe he could see why people liked you after all. Something so pure about your reactions. Something so unfiltered and contagious (he’d never admit it, but he had started making a playlist of the songs you sang).

Eventually, he stopped seeing them as a prank and started looking forward to them. It was weird; he’d be in the middle of studying and suddenly remember that you’d probably send a video soon, his heart would flutter.

Nothing about your in person relationship changed; you rarely looked in his direction, too occupied with your own head space to even realise he was there. He couldn’t help but feel jealous as you laughed with classmates, brushing their arms, patting them on the head, comparing hand sizes - it was strange.

Even Oikawa seemed to notice the way he flickered his eyes over to you, often teasing him - until Iwaizumi smacked him over the head - that was always enough to stop the setter.

Slowly, he realised that maybe you weren’t as childish as he thought. Sure, innocence was a big part of your act, but there was so much more underneath the surface that he hadn’t realised. You took notes like your life depended on it; you’d nibble at your nails when you were deep in thought; sometimes that concentration led to your tongue poking out between your lips, very cat-like. You had horrible balance but a love for climbing things - that was how you’d ended up with a lot of injuries. You weren’t too good at sports, when they’d played volleyball in gym you fumbled through receives, failed at sets, serves were just as worse, not even talking about your spikes - they were laughable. Even when you face-planted roughly, earning worried cries from friends, you still got back up and asked to try again. He was worried, and intrigued, you had a lot of energy and he admired it.

For two months, you sent a video every single day.

Until one day you stopped.

Maybe you finally realised that the prank wasn’t going to work; or maybe it was something else. Any excitement Iwaizumi had felt for them quickly faded.

You seemed to act differently, too, still smiling sweetly to anyone who greeted you, but past that… everything seemed unnatural. He wanted to ask you what was wrong, to figure out what was going on in your mind; one day, he expressed those worries to Oikawa, “I thought you hated her.” The setter hummed running his hand through his hair.

Iwaizumi shrugged, “I- maybe I judged her wrong, I don’t know.” He glanced back over at you, noticing how you absentmindedly traced the back of your hand. “She… when she gets really happy, it’s… cute. And seeing her like this?” He didn’t like how much he cared about her, it was frustrating. It felt like how he felt for Oikawa, but more intense - like he wanted to protect her from something, but he didn’t even know what it was.

He wasn’t paying much attention, not until Oikawa started walking in your direction, looking over his shoulder and tossing the spiker a wink. He listened intently, “hey, L/N, right?” Oikawa mused, looking around nonchalantly.

A wave of indifference flashed over your eyes before you smiled brightly, sitting up straight, “yep. What can I do for you…? Sorry, what’s your name?” Suddenly, everyone gaped at you - Iwaizumi had to physically stop himself from bursting out laughing - it only got harder when Oikawa looked like you had crushed his whole world.

“Y/N! That’s Oikawa Tooru,” your friend called out. You turned to look at her, then back at him, “you know, the volleyball team's captain?��� You raised a brow again, still confused. “How have you not heard of him?”

“This school is massive, you can’t expect me to know every student’s name,” you huffed and rolled your eyes, “what can I do for you, Oizawa?”

That was another low blow; you could have heard a pin drop in the silence, people were still staring at you, “...kawa.”

“Hmm?”

“It’s… Oikawa.”

“Okay, but that still doesn’t answer my question,” even though your face was cheery, the indifference had worked its way into your tone.

“My friend, you probably haven’t heard of him,” he turned and looked back at Iwaizumi - the spiker didn’t think he’d ever seen Oikawa so defeated, “that’s-”

“Iwaizumi Hajime?” You locked eyes with the brunette, smiling slightly, “why wouldn’t I have heard of him?”

Your friend smacked your arm, “Y/N!”

“What? He’s literally in my class and I did a project with him last year. I don’t get what the confusion is.” You pointed out, waving an enthusiastic arm at him - you really knew how to crush Oikawa’s ego - the setter almost looked offended, but also relieved.

“He wants to talk to you.” Oikawa sighed, turning away.

“He couldn’t say that himself?” You laughed, standing up and walking with Oikawa over to Iwaizumi. “What is it?” You asked when you reached him, fingers interlocked in front of you.

“Um… Can I- in private?” This was more unusual, the fact he couldn’t find the words to say to you.

The smile reached up into your eyes, not fully taking over, but enough to show your own intrigue. You nodded, letting him lead the way - your friends were gawking at you, but you simply waved them off.

He led you through the maze of halls until he reached the roof - he was right to think it would be quiet this time of day - only one other person sat up here, and even they were on the complete opposite end. When he stopped walking, you chimed, “well, I’m listening.” You looked so expectant, watching with such intensity as he pulled out his phone, getting up your contact.

“Are you okay?” He asked, trying to find the right moment to turn around his phone.

“Yep,” you cheered, “now, did you really bring me up here just to ask that?” You rolled your eyes but the action was counteracted by the playful smile on your lips.

“I just… it’s- you stopped sending videos.” He passed you his phone, giving you a chance to examine his screen. Your eyes opened wide, confusion and shock danced in your expression. “I was just worried, because you always looked so happy during them but-”

“You were worried about me?” Your voice was soft, almost unsure.

“Well, yeah, I mean,” he awkwardly chuckled, “I thought it was a prank at first.”

“Why would I prank you?” You looked up at him quickly.

“When we did our project together, you seemed like you didn’t like me…” he admitted. “And you reminded me of Oikawa, and it sort of pissed me off.”

“You were pissed off at me for acting like Oizawa?”

“Oikawa.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you waved him off.

“Then you sent me the videos and- I just realised that I was wrong… about you! And I really looked forward to seeing them.” He was uncharacteristically awkward, his heart fluttering slightly when you smiled. Warmth rose to your cheeks, eyes sparkling at the idea of him getting excited to see you sing.

“I… I never actually meant to send them to you, but you never complained, so… I just kept doing it.” You admitted, rubbing the back of your neck nervously, passing him back his phone. “And!” You called out, eyes wide again with an overwhelming passion, “I never hated you, or whatever it was you said. I thought you hated me so I just… I guess… kept away?”

That news hit Iwaizumi like a truck. The reason you avoided him was because you thought he hated you? He certainly never hated you, though he would admit he hadn’t always been the nicest. It all made sense, why you never gave him a second glance, why you didn’t greet him like everyone else. He had never felt more stupid in his life.

“That and I really liked you before so I was super nervous,” you avoided his eyes, a rush of confidence had overtaken you before you could even think about the words.

He blinked at you. Once. Twice. Three times. Mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “What?” That came out a lot quieter than he wanted, but you heard it nonetheless.

“I liked you.” You nodded, punctuating the sentence with a hefty ‘hmpf’ while crossing your arms under your chest.

Again, shocking news to Iwaizumi. By the time you two did the project together, Oikawa had already had the heart’s of every girl around him stolen. Yet he could never see the way you blushed at him, the second glances you took (though those were all before the project). Damn, you didn’t even know who Oikawa was, not even now when his name was in the mouths of every girl - every girl except you.

“I… I still like you.” You stepped away, running the pads of your fingers over your knuckles.

You could have sworn he short-circuited right there.

It took him a few minutes to get his composure, you just stared at him awkwardly, humming occasionally to try and ease the awkward silence.

“I… like you, too.” He muttered, covering his mouth with his hand. Of course you heard it. That soft smile was enough to make his heart thunder in his chest.

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Y/N eventually asks Iwaizumi on a date to a volleyball game (because even if she knows nothing, she wants to see him happy)

When Iwaizumi gets to take her on a date, it’s obviously to a karaoke place, because despite her inability to hit any notes, he’d do anything to hear her sing again

Y/N still refuses to call Oikawa by his name (Oizawa all the way)

She starts sending him singing videos again, under the pretence that he sends them back

He complies

Oikawa started to send him singing videos, but Iwa just blocked him for a week

Because how dare he

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[milkybonya]

hello smiling anon here :) can i request nct 127 as boyfriends? ur astro as boyfriends post was so cute :)

Anonnie im sorry i made you wait so long TT this is the busiest week of the year so far and i had to stay focused to prepare for it, but i hope you enjoy~

NCT 127 as boyfriends ♡

link to Astro version

Warnings: food mentions

what i listened to while writing: To My Youth by BOL4

Taeil

sweet to the MAX

always singing around the house and serenading you

multiple movie nights with you in one week where you eat a whole bunch of junk food together and cuddle the entire time ;3;

becomes flustered very easily when you reach for his hand or hug him because he doesn't like skinship

but strangely with you, his heart skips a beat??

helps you when you're stressed by enveloping you in a hug and not letting go until you feel better

not overly clingy but not distant either - he's the perfect bf !!

knows when to give you space and when he needs to invade your space and give you lots of kisses >:)

not big on fancy dates, just wants to bask in your presence

wherever he is, as long as you're there, he's happy

i don't know why but i imagine his hand getting clammy when you hold it because he's so nervous,, then he gets all shy and embarrassed about it :")

Johnny

always taking photos of you

literally has a folder in his phone named '[y/n]'

so whipped for you omg he literally giggles any time you lock eyes

so EMBARRASSING cause of all the bad jokes he cracks and how tough he tries to act

"[y/n] do you wanna feel my arm muscles?"

waking up next to him each morning would involve you thinking he’s asleep and staring at him until he pulls you closer into his chest and presses his lips to your forehead ;3;

takes you on really creative dates like going to markets, going for drives, walks through unknown paths

if y’all are not seeing each other in person, he’ll constantly be texting or calling you

always sends you photos of things that remind him of you

the type to pretend he’ll give you your coat, then he doesn’t, but then he does because he loves you :”)

quite clingy in the sense that he always wants to be near you, holding your hand, hugging you, kissing you, whatever it may be

Taeyong

such a sweet and loving bf :”)

the type to buy you flowers and be that classy, romantic boyfriend

he’ll leave handwritten notes around the house and will send you good morning texts if you guys are apart from one another

the two of you are definitely the cool couple

but you’re also the couple who laughs hard about the most random things

like Taeil, knows when to give you space and when he should be there for you

will respect your sense of independence and root for you to succeed in your own things!

but also gets clingy sometimes and just wants a few hugs and kisses :”)

acts cute and pouts in front of you a lot 

but only in front of you, never in public or in front of anyone else

listens carefully whenever you’re sad and lets you rest your head on his shoulder, cry all over him - he lets you do whatever you need to do to be happy again, and he’ll try his best to cheer you up too :D

Yuta

loves reading with you, it’s one of his favourite things to do :”)

sometimes just ends up staring at you which leads to him pulling you towards him which leads to cuddling while reading and for him to kiss the top of your head an infinite amount of times

omg he will let you braid his hair or play with it or do all kinds of things to it

painting each other’s nails !! and searching for unique accessories in stores!

he’ll just buy an accessory and give it to you like “i just know this will look good on you, please try it on!”

i feel like he’ll be very honest with you about everything

so you both have nights when you talk for hours about your thoughts

and in the morning forget all about it by watching something while in bed hehe

will like exercising with you from time to time so you both stay healthy!

always thinking about you and your health, both mental and physical

you might be able to convince him to get a couple outfit :o

Doyoung

Like Johnny, likes taking photos of you but does it a bit more shyly

puts on a cool front all the time but he’s quite shy ;-;

loves to bake with you and actually takes it quite seriously

he’ll chase you around if you smudge batter on his face >:)

makes home dates fancy by lighting so many scented candles that the smell actually becomes unbearable

when you go on walks together, he’ll hide behind you every time he sees a dog, and you always have to apologize to the dog owners on his behalf because he’s scared :”D

likes to lie on top of you when you cuddle, with his weight on his legs which are on either side of you so he’s not crushing you, just so he can trace the shape of your face with his fingertips

if you cry, he cries and if you laugh, he’ll laugh - i feel like that’s how he’ll comfort you, by empathizing :”)

likes to go on car rides with you where the two of you are just singing songs 

always makes sure you’re eating your meals and staying hydrated - brings you food if you’re busy or forget

gets you really thoughtful gifts for special days but also throws a few meme gifts in there

Jaehyun

that bf who invites you to watch him play basketball just so he can take off his shirt in the middle of the game and watch as your face turns red

i feel like he’ll tease you in that ^ way a lot - he’s always trying to fluster you

he likes peaches so imagine going peach picking with him !! you’ll take such cute photos together and if he’s taller than you, he’ll pick all the peaches that you can’t ;3;

always trying to cheer you up whenever you’re sad - why can i picture him doing aegyo TT

this one time it rained when you were on a late night walk with him and he took off his jean jacket, held it above your heads as you ran home, but you ended up wet anyway :”)

super comforting whenever you’re sick or don’t feel good

constantly complimenting you and shows you lots of physical affection

always hugs you when he sleeps because if you’re not there, he’d just be hugging the blanket instead

not incredibly sentimental but always tries his best to show his love for you

tried to make breakfast in bed for you and dropped a whole bunch of cutlery on the floor :D

went through your phone and saved his name as ‘peach’ in it

Winwin

(this is from WayV as boyfriends, that’s why it looks a little different <3)

SOFT ANGEL

SOFT SOFT SOFT

did i mention he’s soft?

always worried about you 

genuinely cares about your feelings

a lot of “are you okay?” and “you’re not mad at me, right?”

if you’re ever in a bad mood, he’ll run to the store real quick and grab your favourite food for you

A LOT OF CUDDLES AND LAZY MORNINGS

he doesn’t like skinship but loves to hold you :’)

too shy to show affection in public tho

will hold your hand at the most

even if he does that, he’ll hold your hand in your pocket because he’s so shy

pls protecc him at all costs

is willing to do anything for you

sometimes you have to ask him how he genuinely feels about something

because he can’t say no :(

please make sure you tell him you love him regularly, or he’ll be sad :(

a lot of stay-at-home dates like watching movies

watchiNG ANIME (if you like it, of course)

“let’s just do whatever you want”

wiLL CRUSH YOU IN MOBILE GAMES

“i beat you! now give me a kiss >:)”

Jungwoo

if you also like to eat, y’all will have the most epic food dates omg

literally travelling to countries just to try the food there - that’s what it will be like

most of your dates involve food, but also a lot of walking dates so you can burn it off :”)

yet also many movie nights on the days where you don’t want to walk

he’ll learn your speaking habits and will imitate you whenever you get annoyed or angry 

likes to play soccer with you, even if you’re bad at it (so he can tease you), but if you’re good then he’ll enjoy trying to beat you

he’s the one who roasts you the most yet also cares for you the most

likes to kiss your neck because he can smell your natural scent, but if you hate it then he’ll do it to tease you or he’ll stop if you seriously tell him to

imitates kdrama male actors and actually makes your heart flutter by doing those things

and when you see the actors kissing in a drama,,,, you already know what he’s about to do

when you’re upset, he’ll hug you tightly and stay with you until you feel better

Mark

y’all have a shared playlist that you always add songs to so you can listen to it during car rides or when cuddling 

he keeps everything and anything you give him, whether it be a candy wrapper, flowers, a belt, shoes, anything

prepares really sweet gifts for you - a lot of songs or meaningful things

claims that you’re his muse and sometimes just stares at you for 5 minutes whenever you drop by his studio

“you’re my sun, i’m photosynthesizing so just stay right there”

he’s shy and gets flustered easily when you kiss or hug him, even when you just hold his hand

you have a tradition with him each fall where you go to a park, gather all the leaves to make a pile so you can dive into it

usually ends with you falling on top of him and the two of you just laying there for a long time

voice calls that last for more than 8 hours will become a thing when you date him :”)

always jokes about things related to marriage like ‘wow imagine if we had our wedding here’ and laughs awkwardly but he’d actually love to marry you 

takes you on trips that he claims are for him to get inspiration for music writing but he really just wants to spend time with you

Haechan

you already know what you’ve signed up for, right? chaos, absolute chaos - but in the best way

super clingy, always holding onto your arm or hand

whines when you don’t give him hugs or attention

bought a big plushie that reminded him of you so he can hug it when you’re not there and he misses you

he’s such a baby omg he’ll love being babied by you

makes hand crafted, diy gifts that clearly have his entire heart and soul in them

likes singing karaoke songs with you because if too you’re shy to sing alone, at least when he sings with you, he can hear a bit of your voice

cannot live if you’re sad or upset - he’ll do anything to help you feel better

cuddling is his favourite thing on this planet and he’ll wrap his legs around you so the two of you become an entangled mess, yet somehow are still comfortable

texts you random things like ‘i just saw a dog’ but also says stuff like that out loud to you

acts strong and cool sometimes like when you’re watching horror movies but fails miserably :(

ah, have you made it to the bottom? thank you for reading <3 were you by any chance looking for a sign? because this is it, this is your sign. i wish you luck with whatever it is that you must or must not do ;3;

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[morbidly-malicious-muffins]

What Kind of Music Slashers Would Vibe to Headcanons♪

This little thing popped into my head. Fyi, the canon timelines are thrown out the window for this so... Yeah.

Bring forth the bop~

RZ Michael Myers

"Let my weapons be your children, let my armies be your damned. Try to suffer on in silence, try to stop me if you can." --- This Cold Black by Slipknot

I think he'd really enjoy metal in general. I can totally see him unknowingly stomping to some Marilyn Manson and Meshuggah, though the lyrics and message probably will just fly over his head.

He listens to some heavy shit, but probably all the more mainstream bands/artists.

The loudness and organized chaos of the genre fills the void in his soul and reflects the state of his mind, despite his stoic and non-verbal outer demeanor.

Someone please do everyone a favor and introduce Michael to some death metal. Admit it, it really fits his aesthetic.

This is just based on speculation, but I suspect a 70% possibility of RZ Michael resonating with Cannibal Corpse. Fight me.

He hates classical music with a burning passion. Back in Smith's Grove, they played Bach's Air Sul G on tap. (its canon in the first movie lmao) He hates it. Mikey no likey.

Freddy Krueger

"No stop signs, speed limit, nobody's gonna slow me down. Like a wheel, gonna spin it, nobody's gonna mess me around." --- Highway to Hell, by AC/DC

Freddy listens to classic rock, period.

This guy is ngl a supporter of music taste discrimination. You listen to pop? Disgusting. You listen to Jazz? Disgusting. Classic rock is the epitome of all music.

He'll call you music-related slurs you never knew existed.

As stubborn adamant as Freddy is, he does harbor some guilty pleasures, including 70's hair metal and glam rock. Pshh. What a heckin hypocrite.

Some of his all time favorites are Guns N' Roses, Led Zeppelin, Van Halen, and AC/DC.

(Basic bitch)

*Hip thrust movements to go with his 'The Sprinkler' dance moves, Welcome to the Jungle by Guns N' Roses blasting in the background*

OG Michael Myers

He doesn't listen to music, but if he did, he would probably enjoy Jazz.

Michael only listens to Miles Davis because he enjoys his music and can't be bothered to discover more artists.

Oml Michael I know Miles Davis is amazing but don't neglect other iconic artists plzzz. Someone please make him listen to some Teddy Wilson and/or Dave Brubeck.

I imagine him sitting stiff-straight on a rocking chair (he just likes how it moves), knife in his lap, rocking and zoning-out relaxing to 'Blue in Green'. (I love that piece)

#AfterHeFinallyKillsLaurie

#RetirementGoals

He also hates classical music because of the same reason as RZ Myers. Seriously, if either of them so much as hears the opening chord of Air Sul G, expect the speaker to be stomped to a pulp in a split second.

Bubba Sawyer

Alright let's all be honest with ourselves... 70's pop and country is Bubba's shit.

Look me in the face and tell me he wouldn't adore ABBA, The Jackson 5, and Dolly Parton. Thats right you can't

Everytime 'Dancing Queen' starts playing on the radio, Bubba will drop everything and start busting down.

Ain't nothing and nobody stoppin him. Drayton is powerless against the supreme sovereignty that is ABBA.

But let's also appreciate the fact that our Bubster can motherfuckin get down. *wipes sweat from forehead + heart eyes*

He would also do passionate lip sync with his heart and soul, to Dolly Parton's 'I Will Always Love You'.

50% chance of him starting to cry right after he finishes his earnest performance.

*Holding Bubba in your arms, rubbing comforting circles on his back as he bawls hysterically, incoherently babbling on about how much he loves you*

I also feel for some reason he'd really like Joan Jett & The Blackhearts.

Thomas Hewitt

"For one moment, I wish you'd hold your stage, with no feelings at all. Open minded, I'm sure I used to be so free." --- Citizen Erased by Muse

Y'know what I have a hard time imagining the type of music Tommy listens to. Kutos, Mr. Hewitt, you have defeated me.

siKE

(This is where I yeet the timeline out of the window y'all)

Thomas enjoys Muse, Evanescence, and Radiohead. (Fight me)

He just loves how emotional their songs are. He'd have one earbud in as he works away at his projects for hours. The music helps him concentrate, it is also a source of emotional support to him.

Hearing the heart-wretching lyrical content of 'Lost in Paradise' performed so beautifully by Amy Lee's angellic voice is really comforting to him. It's like hearing about another person's experiences. It makes him feel less alone in dealing with his emotional and mental turmoils and burdens.

The first time Thomas heard 'Creep' by Radiohead, he almost cried.

He also listens to My Chemical Romance sometimes. He only knows the Black Parade album, but he loves it. If 'Creep' didn't make him cry, listening to that entire album from top to bottom sure did. He started sobbing half-way through 'Famous Last Words'.

Tommy is emotional boi 🥺

Brahms Heelshire

C l a s s i c a l

No matter how stinky Brahms is, you can't tell me that he's not classy.

Schubert is his bitch. Schubert's style tends to be quite majestic and/or dreamy, (generally) and can change color/sound very abruptly yet appropriately. (This is just my opinion based on experience with Schubert's pieces, but then I only know his piano pieces soo) (let's still cue that maestoso to scherzando transition)

But of course, Schubert isn't the only thing he listens to. He prefers the romantic period, so Mendelssohn, Rachmaninoff, Chopin, Shostakovich, Brahms, Schumann, you get the gist, all the staples. Oh yeah Elgar too. To be a proud English lad.

*Brahms swaying in the living room with the grace of a baby giraffe, engrossed in the beautiful melodies in Schumann's Kinderszenen.*

(Oml please check out 'Von fremden Landern und Manschen' and 'Kind im Einschlummern') (For those who play piano, they aren't that difficult too totally recommend) (Ok sorry I'm done now)

Brahms would totally waltz around alone to Chopin's waltzes and nocturnes.

Oh yeah apart from that classy shit, he likes to jam to meme songs.

"Hey now, you're an all star, get your game on, go play---"

*cut to Brahms passionately fortnite dancing*

Listens to The Strange Man Who Sings About Dead Animals for a good laugh. (Please, all of his songs are gold)

Vincent Sinclair

He'll have 'emo' and 'classical' with a side of metal, thanks.

I headcanon that Vinny McWaxy is an INFJ, so the boy is likely prone to crippling existentialism. It would make sense for some aspects of his music taste to reflect that.

*cut to Vincent sitting rock-still on his workbench/stool, hands hover in mid-air, staring straight ahead, some John Cage piece playing*

You'll never hear this from Vincent but he enjoys sexy-time music. He has this whole erotic playlist he listens to while working. (Boy likes to feel sexy on the job, I respect that.)

I think its pretty much canon that Vinny loves MCR. (Hello fellow emo piece of shit 👋) His favorites are everything by them really. A hardcore fan. He used to have MCR, P!ATD, and 30 Seconds to Mars posters plastered everywhere in his workshop until he had to remove them all to add to the intimidation factor of his waxy hell for passer-bys. For the record, he is very gay for Frank Iero.

On the metal part of his spectrum is mostly classic metal, groove metal, and thrash/heavy metal.

Rammstein, Pantera, Vildhjarta, new and old Metallica, Dream Theatre, Coheed and Cambria. His bitches.

He also uses music to scare victims when bringing them down to his workshop. *cue horror movie soundtracks*

*KI KI KI MA MA MA*

Is a whore for the dramatics when in a good mood.

*Lacrimosa by Mozart plays as he makes a point to bring the wax painfully slowly down toward a drowsy and petrified victim*

A lament for your upcoming death, pitiful human.

Bo Sinclair

"The day has come for all us sinners, if you're not a servant you'll be struck to the ground." -- Beast and The Harlot by Avenged Sevenfold

Bastard boy is into dad-music™. (same)

Dad rock, classic rock, pop punk, punk rock, old school pop, his shit.

He listens to a lot of the same bands as Freddy, but Bo (generally) doesn't discriminate and explores a more diverse variety of music.

Its a fandom canon that Bo loves Avenged Sevenfold. I totally agree.

A7x is the perfect amount of cynical, political, and shred for Beauregard, (I hc that ge hates his full name so plz don't ever call him Beauregard)

He listens to the radio whenever he's at work. Whatever that might be.

Will NEVER admit it, but he thinks Vinny's music taste is dope as hell.

He'll turn off the radio just to strain his ears to listen to Vincent's music downstairs. No one will ever know that though. You don't.

Actually likes classical music too. Its not one of his main genres but there's one piece he really likes, Second Movement of Shostakovich Piano Concerto No. 2 in F Major.

He never thought he'd enjoy this type of music. Its so.... Calm. He discovered that piece from Vinny's playlist. When he first heard it on his brother's speaker, he fell in love. It was one of the extremely rare cases in which he'd be committed enough to ask Vinny the name of the music.

Tiny shuffle for man-kind, huge fuckin step for Bo. Good job Bo, we're proud of you.

Also pleeeeeaaase message me or request stuff, I'm bored and have little inspiration 🦊

I might do a pt2 of this, since I didn't write many of the boys and gals🤷��♀️

Also sorry if I've neglected some genres/artists (Like i've neglected non-piano classical pieces.... Bc ya girl is just a pianist), a person can't know everything😗

---Zali 🖤

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[theawesomeally]

Before We Met (Preview)

Prologue

In a world inhabited by mythic creatures, love was commonplace several millennia ago, though difficult to master. After his training advances over the decades, his powers became obsolete and were largely discarded.

[The camera zooms in on the city and two blazing specks of light dash all over the place as one shoots lasers at the other. We then see an enemy aircraft flying throughout while it's chasing a young man, who is running from the pursuer. We see full closeups of a guy in his craft and Rocky as he runs. The scene freezes after an explosion with Rocky barely missing it.]

[voice over]

Through the years I have been known by many names. Marshmallow, The Furry Lover, The Daredevil, Frisky Two Times and then The amazing Ryan Reynolds. But to most, I am Rocky, the awesome one!

[Some other women, leaning across the wall, and Rocky getting his shades from his pocket. Put it onto his eyes. While he puts his hoodie onto his shoulders. Rocky was dressed like a gentleman, but he fought with honor or dignity and pulled at the knot into his tie. Females are not meant to grab his attention, and if it does. To be fair, he heard most of what he'd said up to this point. The parts that weren't of his interest, anyway.

Okay, maybe that wasn't much]

His sigh is heavy with exasperation,

"Can you keep your dick in your pants at the gala?"

Grab his phone from his pocket, automatically switching it out of Bluetooth mode, and bring his earphone up to his ear.

I will never forget you, Margarita. [The female stops and cringe after hearing the name. His blue prominent eyes were not well adapted to winking. They were rather of the sort that closes solemnly in slumber with majestic effect.

Rocky pretend to consider as Rocky step out of the car and button his tux jacket. "Hmm."

"Nice wheels, sir," the valet says, unconcerned that he was on the phone. Rocky pull out his wallet and flash a fifty-dollar bill. "Take care of her and this is yours."

"Yes, Mr. Rocky."

"I mean, Rosa. Uh...sorry. I think maybe I should go.???." She wrapped her arms over her chest and shook her head with a smirk curved across her face. Rocky grinned and raised an ironical finger in salute Rocky starts backing away. "You can't get away with it." the security guard muttered, holding out one hand. He was moving very slowly, thinking Rocky was the enemy or something. Blinks at her as a farewell, but glance with a smug as he sees the vampire's ring. Mind was so wrapped up in thought that he didn't notice the familiar vampire standing behind him. A vampire with bad breath psycho. "Hey, come on, dickie! You're trashing public property here!" He is thinking about how he had to sneaked up onto the roof and is currently standing a few feet behind him.

Rocky then gently slides the ring off the vampire's finger using his katana.

Light glinted off a myriad of his Katana and the vampire ring. Spray from the dust to blew up into his face, but sweat more than seawater moistened his palms as he gripped the eagle. His eyes were as blue while the vampires eyes were cold as the stormy weather.

"Hey, it's Gale calling," says Rocky called over his shoulder to one nefarious vampire. "Love the shiny suit. Really brings out the sex trafficker in your eyes." Rocky had commented, half jokingly and straight up confident, how that guy would have been considered handsome - if he ever bothered to smile.

Cut to a shot of a cliff.

A grim expression again carved itself into the soldier's face as he gazed up at the jeering vampires, their bodies smeared with blood, upon the cliff tops. Even the most cowardly of tribes in Gaul would fancy its chances from such advantageous ground, one being was mused. The sound of their jeers was occasionally accompanied by the high pitched swish of an arrow, as the odd archer tried his luck. Invariably the missile would zip harmlessly into the sea, or at best a thud could be heard as it struck as a human shield or the solid surface of the earth.

Cut back to the fighting scene. Rocky is skewering a guy with his swords, and kicks the vampire in the chest, sending him back down and puts his sword away. The guy gasp and starts fighting with Rocky. This continues for awhile until Rocky get's away again. Using two fingers he salute the vampire as a goodbye.

Making a soft chuckle. He flicks the vampire ring up into the air. It comes back down and lands into one of the streets, causing his background to explode. The shards of fire fell in slow motion behind him.

He is consumed in the explosion, as his body can be seen flying off the ground, flipping off the camera as it goes. "Oh, fuck." Rocky mutter under his breath. "Oh, I'm sorry." A small apology leaving his lips with a smirk.

"That will teach you, not to mess with me," A familiar voiced ask, up righting his head as he walk over the circles and appeared in front of him,

(narrator)

So, I know what you're thinking. Why is that incredibly handsome guy being chased by a madman with a huge shiny fangs from the Civil War?

[The scene freezes after an explosion sending Rocky flying off the ground from the ground. After the dust settles, leaving Rocky lying unconscious on the ground.]

This guy's got the right idea. Well, to be honest, it feels like I've been the captain of my whole life. Is this too much? Am I going too fast? It's kind of what I do--You know what? Let's back up.

[We see the whole fight going in reverse as well as frames of future clips for a split second each time, one passes as Rocky mimics a rewind sound effect] Cut to close-up of Rocky gets up to his feet. Cut to him sitting on the side of the gable roof at night. Wondering how long it would be before he saw the city again. He had been born with a wandering heart, and he embraced adventure, unafraid to face the dangers often presented by journeys into unknown places. Leaving civilization behind for the wilds of the frozen north, legs dangling over the side as he listens to his Walkman next to him playing 'Shoop.' Rocky was vaguely singing along, making hand gestures along with the lyrics, but he was focused on his own drawing, while listening to the music and coloring a picture with crayons. We see that the picture he's drawing is him shooting the vampire in the head, he was doing it with some crayons he had with him.

It was fun to see that getting shot in the head, even if it was just a crayon drawing. He'd never soon change it to a reality. And then turned his head and stared directly at the camera, or the person reading, or just whoever balls happened to be paying a lot of attention to him.

Wha- Oh! Oh, hello. I know, right? Who's balls did I have to snap to get my very own story? I can't tell you, but it does rhyme with dick. And let me tell you; he's got a nice pair of fucking underwear, he finished in an Swedish accent.

They'd get that joke, right?

Anyway, I got places to be, a kiss in the ass to fix, and - oh! hot weird vampire to kill.

He watched eagerly as the flashes of light began to appear below him – lots of rippers were a very dramatic little shit, after all – we're panning quickly towards the edge of the roof he was sitting on. Now having an appointment to keep, Rocky was quick to get onto edge of the roof and, in one fluid motion, opens a music playlist called Tunes of Anarchy on his Walkman, and the song "Where Evil Grows" by The Poppy Family stays playing in the background as he jumped off the roof, landing in one of the coolest bar in Mystic Falls. It seemed that they had been drinking peacefully, listening to 'Angel of the Morning,' but when Rocky landed and that's when their peaceful night was over.

They look around for which they finally see as Rocky stands at a wooden doorway wearing a cowboy hat, black sunglasses, and red a white hoodie as he opens a music playlist called Tunes of Anarchy on his Walkman. Opens up and the door swings open and the music resumes with people dancing and lights flashing as he goes inside the bar.

Nothing.

Absolutely positively not a fucking thing.

First one person turned, noticing him. Then more followed, until the whole patron was hushed, waiting. Everyone was watching, the same bewildered look on all of their faces. Eyebrows raised and narrowed eyes, etc. God, for months he'd played this moment over and over inside his mind. It most definitely never turned out like this. Whatever this was.

As he walks up to the bar. The room was narrow and about 90 feet deep. Light did manage to worm its way into the establishment, though. It seeped through the windows scattered along the walls, and through the gaps in the door between its wooden panels. A bar on the left at the front, then some upholstered horseshoe benches, then a cluster of freestanding tables on what, on other nights, might have been a dance floor. Then the stage, with the band on it. The band looked as if it had been put together by accident after a misfiling incident at a talent agency. The bass player was a stout old black guy in a suit with a vest. He was plucking away at an upright bass fiddle. The drummer could have been his uncle. He was a big old guy sprawled comfortably behind a small, simple kit. The singer was also a harmonica player and was older than the bass player and younger than the drummer and bigger than either one.

The guitarist was completely different. He was young and white and small. Maybe 20, maybe 5-foot-6, maybe 130 pounds. He had a fancy blue guitar wired to a crisp new amplifier and together the instrument and the electronics made sharp sounds full of space and echoes. The amp must have been turned up to 11. The sound was incredibly loud. It was as if the air in the room was locked solid. It had no more capacity for volume. But the music was good. The three black guys were old pros, and the white kid knew all the notes, and when and how and in what order to play them. He was wearing a red T-shirt and black pants and white tennis shoes. He had a very serious expression on his face. He looked foreign. Maybe Russian.

I watched them for a minute, and then I looked away. My name is Rocky, and once I was the most wanted man, with heavy emphasis on the past tense. I have been out nearly as long as I was in. But old habits die hard. I had stepped into the bar the same way I always step anywhere, which is carefully. One-thirty in the morning. I had ridden the train to West and walked south on Sixth Avenue and made the left turn on San Francisco bar and checked the sidewalks. I wanted music, but not the kind that drives large numbers of patrons outside to smoke.

His attention was taken away from patrons. It was at that point that he saw the young beautiful woman alone at her table, Her name tag read Katy, and her shirt clung tightly around her chest. Her hands worked quickly and gracefully with the bottles as she poured them another and took the empty's away.

I watched her in the gaudy, reflected light, with the music shrieking and pounding all around me. The two guys watched her. Her bodyguard watched her. She watched the guitarist. He was concentrating hard, key changes and choruses, but from time to time he would lift his head and smile, mostly at the glory of being up on the stage, but twice directly at the girl. The first of those smiles was shy, and the second was a little wider.

What met my eyes was a beautiful girl with golden hair and a bright smile that melted my heart. She was blond and blue-eyed, American woman who have a glow, and a smoothness complexion. She lives in New York, singing, listening to a band, and I was in love with her angelic voice. That was clear. There I was, a guy further back in the room, stood in the room staring at her. I was 6ft tall, wide man with a white hoodie and a black leather jacket under a hoodie. She was part of the reason I was here with her back in a city when we were at the age of 19 or less.

It wasn't the kind of glossy place that had a policy about dating rich girls, either for or against. Some call it a gold digger, and I guessed they had looked at her and her minder and made a snap decision against trouble and in favor of tips.

The part of her gaze that wasn't wary was filled with adoration, and it was all aimed in his direction. She was rich. She was alone at a table near the stage and she had a pile of A.T.M fresh twenties in front of her and she was paying for each new bottle with one of them and she wasn't asking for change.

She was a waitress and I loved her.

The woman stood up. She butted the lip of her table with her thighs and shuffled out from behind it and headed for the counter in back. I got there first. The sound from the band howled through it. The ladies' room was halfway down. The men's room was all the way at the end. Rocky leaned on the wall and scanned the room. As Rocky watched her walk in and squeeze through the crowd and she sat down on the bar stool, 1 feet away from him.

"Hey, Raoul, look what this kid dragged in. Oh, wait! That is the guy!," but they didn't hear. Too much noise. He caught them by the elbows, one in each hand. They spun around, as if ready to fight, but then they stopped. Fortunately for him, the first two who approached her were quick to heed her dismissal. She wasn't there to mingle with huge ass in leather jackets. She was just there to grab a drink and relax and pretty sure she made that pretty clear when she shot the first couple of idiots down.

The third guy, however, wasn't ready to take no for an answer.

"How about you let me buy you a drink, sweetheart?"

Their sex appeal eyes pried upon their eyes from the television screen above the bar and looked at the newcomer. With his hair greased back and one-size-too-big biker jacket on, the guy looked like prime wife-beater material. Perfect. Just what they needed to interrupt his evening.

"Thanks, but I'm good," she said curtly, gesturing to the beer bottle in front of her.

"That's it? You're gonna chug that shitty beer and call it a night? Come on, let me get you a real drink."

She scoffed. "What? Like those idiots you got over there?" she glanced past him at the table where he and a couple of his friends had been sitting.

"It's a warm-up. Trust me, honey, we're just getting started over there. You should join us."

She wanted to roll her eyes. "Like I said, I'm good."

She made the move to turn away and focus her attention back on the football game on the television when the guy grabbed her by the arm.

"What the hell's your problem?" This guy gripped her arm tightly, this guy's face practically scrunched up in a beastly snarl. "I don't like to be ignored, y'know?"

She yanked her arm out of his grip and stood up to face him directly. She knew pretty damn well where the conversation was headed and sure as hell were not about to get in a bar fight with their ass glued to the seat.

Before she could open her mouth, a familiar voice spoke up from behind her.

By hearing it and raising their head to turn to his voice, her smile grew a tad wider, recognizing the voice immediately. They simply looked so annoyed, at least much more than usual. His lips pulled into a tight frown, while their eyes narrowed, eyebrows furrowed, back hunched over slightly if you'd look hard enough. Yep, those guys are just being grumpy as usual, but seemingly much more grumpy, except with their eyes laced with the slightest bit of concern. For herself, most likely.

The said person stopped, and looked over their shoulder to the voice. She put on a mellow look close to her usual one. Confrontation- unnecessary confrontation- was not exactly his thing. He tended to avoid fights like these. He could hold his ground better than most, but he preferred to keep out of the brawls and spats that others got involved in.

A voice caught his ear, she sounded like she needed help, despite the overconfident tone the stranger used. "Look, I don't wanna interrupt, but is this guy bothering you?" he looks up at her and says greeted casually, as casual as someone could be hanging for dear life. She looked up at me, startled that he was there. "I'm sorry. Did I scare you up?" he softly asked, when she turned to get a good look at the stranger in his handsome voice. She wasn't expecting the sight she was met with. A pair of piercing blue eyes smiled over her, puffing out her cheeks childishly when she looked at him. After she looked to her right to find Rocky taking his place beside her. Her pinkish lips turned up in a small smile as she ducked her head briefly with a laugh before tucking her hair behind her ear, "No, you did not," she said. He couldn't keep the amusement out of his voice. She turned her head to look at him, catching his gaze with her own. He gave a small smile, stroking her hair softly with his index. "So, What exactly are you doing here?" she said softly, trying to maintain an even tone of voice.

"Oh you know, I was just passing through the neighborhood when I thought I caught a whiff of filthy human garbage coming from this place," he said,

"And sure enough here I am."

Desire pools dark and deadly in his groin. Gaze up at her, releasing her lip. Katy flush a deep crimson in her cheeks, and he runs his index finger down her cheek before handing her the headphones. "I'd like to kiss you, too, but you won't let me down, are you?." Rocky asked her. Besides, he's pulled the straps so tight he can barely move.

Amused smile on his lips, he's wearing his enigmatic half smile. He glances down at her, light blue-gray eyes alive, he glances up when she looks at his way and their eyes lock. And in that brief moment, she was paralyzed, staring at the impossibly handsome man who gazes at her with some unfathomable emotion. His gaze hot, burning into her, as they lost for a moment staring at each other.

It's there in the air between them, that electricity. It's palpable. He can almost taste it, pulsing between them, drawing them together.

"Oh my," she gasps as she basks briefly in the intensity of this visceral, primal attraction. The two men stood back, saying nothing, but looking at him with hard eyes.

Katy had, somehow, stammered out some sort of reply that must have made her look insane. Coby, hearing her, had come over to check on her and had ended up having her go make Rocky's a drink while they chatted. Ever since that first meeting, though, Katy had completely fallen for Rocky. There was something about his smile, or maybe it was his eyes? Whatever it was, it made Katy's entire body feel light as a feather.

To be continued....

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[shyinadarkplace]

Ville Vallo & Taurean (OC)

warning: this is shameless smut so 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

All the guys are out of the house , away on work or just idk stuff, Taurean has had the house to herself for a few days and while she is glad to have the solitude she's got an ache that needs to be handled. So she decides to distract herself knowing that attempting to get herself off will only leave her frusterated and in a worse situation she does what any sane person does....opens the windows in her house, puts fans in the windows, closes the blinds at the top , connects her phone to the home entertainment system ( like Lucien hooked it up so every speaker will play what ever is synced) , turns on her favorite playlists and starts cleaning like a fucking mad woman. Now we aren't talking light cleaning this is like deep cleaning moving shit reorganizing all that, she's really out here trying to burn energy. All the while she is absolutely rocking out to every song, she's dancing around, jumping, headbanging all that. Evening is approaching and finally she has made her way to the kitchen, while doing dishes and her favorite song comes on, Wings of a Butterfly. She is belting every line, and she can't stop thinking about Ville Vallo. The man is a literal god...of music to be precise. She listens twice and the dishes are done. Four times and she is just drifting around, thinking how Ville would feel in...no no can't let herself go down that road but fuck...

By the time the intro starts for the sixth time she has butterflies, she feels that knot low in her belly aching and her mind wanders, would a god of music even...then she feels someone press up behind her. Before she can turn and attack, their hands pin her on the counter. oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck not good not good the guys are gonna kill me , shit! But  then the person starts to sing....

"Heaven ablaze in our eyes

We're standing still in time...."

Taurean gasped . The next words to the song didn't play through the speakers but the melody continued…

"Hello darling." Ville softly rumbled pressing his lips into the crook of her neck inhaling deeply. "Oh sweet girl, you smell amazing....and your voice is rather stirring." Taurean moans arching into him as he presses a rather impressive member against her ass.

"The blood on our hands is the wine

We offer as sacrifice"

Ville trails kisses down her neck and shoulder grinding against her, while still keeping her hands pinned to the counter. For the moment anyway.

"Ooh fffuck. Ville ." Taurean grinds her hips back desperate for more friction. A lightning fast smack to her bare thigh (thanks to comfy short shorts perfect for cleaning) makes her yelp in surprise.

"Tut tut sweet girl. Be patient. I give you my word by the end of the song," he paused smirking noticing the delicate scarring that formed butterfly wings on her back, he decided he would trace every line with his tongue as he nipped right between her shoulder blades grinning at her mewling little moan,"every desire you have will be fulfilled."

"Now tell me sweet girl, do you want this? Do you want me to fill and stretch you, strum your body like I do an instrument.?" Taurean nodded her head. "I need words." Taurean's head was spinning but in the best way.

"Yes. Yes please. I want this." What happened next was nothing short of ecstasy.

The music surrounded Taurean; it was around her and in her. Her skin buzzed with the sensation. Ville loosened his grip on her hands and ran his hands up her arms circling one around her throat applying just the slightest amount of pressure. She felt the muscles in her thighs shake as her wetness began to trail down her inner thigh. As Ville's other hand caressed down her body, toying with her breasts, tracing the curve of her hips, all her clothes vanished. One second she was facing away from him the next they moved rooms, her back against a wall , her hands above her head, with Ville's bare thigh between her legs pressed against her heat. Her soft little moans made his cock jump.

“Come on, and show them your love

Rip out the wings of a butterfly

For your soul, my love Rip out the wings of a butterfly

For your soul

This endless mercy mile

We're crawling side by side

With hell freezing over in our eyes

Gods kneel before our crime"

"You want to cum sweet girl?" Ville's voice was electric, husky and full of erotic promises. Taurean nodded, not entirely sure when the knot in her belly had become so tight but she felt like she was already on the edge. And he'd hardly touched her at all.

Ville gripped her hip with one hand grinding her against his thigh, until she caught on and started herself. Then he leaned back slightly watching. She was certainly a sight. Her lips parted , waiting for him to dominate them. Her whole body flush from arousal, slightly glowing with a thin sheen of sweat as she worked herself furiously against his thigh. Her chest heaving as she panted, cursed and moaned all for him. Her perfect tits begging for attention. When Ville bent his head and took her nipple in his mouth while gripping her hip, grinding her soaking wet cunt harder against his thigh, Taurean's head hit the wall when she screamed in ecstasy  even as her pussy clenched around nothing and ached to be filled.   When he  bit her other  nipple, rolling it between his teeth then sucking to soothe the pain, another orgasm slammed into her and her body convulsed as she squirted , making a mess of them both. Ville felt like he was going to go absolutely feral.

"Come on lets show, them your love

Rip out the wings of a butterfly

For your soul,

my love Rip out the wings of a butterfly

For your soul...

Rip out the wings of a butterfly

Don't let go…

Rip out the wings of a butterfly

For your soul"

Taurean collapsed slightly against Ville as he released her hands once again . Her hands went to grip his shoulders as her whole body seemed to quiver.

"Ooh, fuck you," Ville said lifting her wrapping her legs around his waist holding her quivering body against him as he kissed and sucked every inch of skin he could currently reach. "You darling are absolutely ....breathtaking."

Taurean felt like she was sated until Ville cupped her face and took her mouth. There was a give and take. He both demanded and begged, craving the taste of her mouth and her moans. Taurean ran her fingers through his soft tresses tugging , he in turn rewarded her with groans. The sound of which sent heat straight to her core. As Ville kissed her, exploring her mouth, tasting and teasing,  he walked toward a bed room he didn't give a fuck which one , he just needed somewher to lay her down and take her.

"Ville...please...fuck me." her plea was throaty and breathless. He kicked open a door and laid her on the bed taking her mouth again .

Ville lined himself up and Taurean arched into the feeling of his cock pressing into her, whimpering. Ville grabbed her chin, locking eyes with her.

"I can't hold back...can you take it all? Tell me now."

The only answer he got was Taurean wrapping her legs around him effectively pulling him balls deep inside her. Her moans were the sweetest thing he had ever heard as her tight little cunt adjusted to his length and girth. Ville groaned and growled against her neck . "Darling ...you feel...incredible...oh fuck"

Face still buried in her neck Ville slowly pulled his cock out, Taurean gasped at the sensation of every vein dragging against her velvety walls, when just the head of his cock rested inside her he stopped and looked deep in her eyes and slammed into her. She was lost . So high in her headspace that staring into his brown-black eyes it was like staring into the abyss, but instead of darkness there was music...his voice echos through her very bones. Ville's fingertips brushed up her abdomen as he plunged back inside her. Her whimpers and moans were nothing short of fucking angelic. He kept stroking her skin from her sensitive clit to the pulse point of her throat .

With each down stroke that matched the thrust of his cock  she arched and writhed beneath him. Ville was a god . The number of women that he had pleasured since his youth numbered in the hundreds, but this little minotaur was by far the best. He felt a spark in his soul as her nails dug into his forearm, he kept strumming her as set a ruthless pace. Driving deep inside her.

Taurean could not explain how the fuck He was doing it , every stroke of his cock kissed her cervix in the most delicious way possible , every stroke of his fingers against her skin ignited every cell in her body, she constantly felt just on the edge of cumming . Tears stung her eyes and streamed down her cheeks....

"VILLE PLEASE" She needed to cum , needed it more than she needed to breathe.

Ville groaned the way she was milking his cock was driving him wild. Her poor little body would have cum at least three times by now if he hadn't stopped it...he had to have her at the same time he came. He was so close. Her tears of pleasure excited him, her whimpers made his cock throb, her pleas stoked his fire...an idea struck him ....he captured her mouth and devoured her in a kiss that would bring gods to their knees. It damn near brought him to his knees . She clung to him for dear life, her nails leaving angry red furrows in his skin. He tore his mouth away from hers and growled into her ear....

"....my sweet...little muse....sing for me..."

"Ville....I...Caaaann'tt.."

"....love...Please.....sing for...me.."

Taurean couldn't resist ...she took a deep breath…

Come on, I'll show you my love

Rip out the wings this butterfly

For your soul, my love

Rip out the wings this butterfly

Ville lost all control , as her words wrapped around him...oh fuck she improvised ... her voice sent chills up and down his spine...her dripping white hot tightness had a vise on his cock and fuck it felt so good…

"That's it sweet girl... fuck yes...go on.." He felt the tell tale tingling forming at the base of his spine...he was gonna cum before the song was over....he threw his head back groaning , slamming into her roughly simultaneously pulling her down to meet each thrust....

Taurean felt his cock throb... she moaned ...and got a wicked idea...he hadn't let her cum yet ...she'd return the favor…

For your soul...

Rip out the wings of this butterfly

Don't let go…

Her words struck him like a truck.... he felt like he was about to explode and yet couldn't ....wicked little minx ...he rolled her nipple pinching hard...smirking as her eyes widened, he knew and she knew that he did...fuck.

Rip out the wings this butterfly

For your soul

Rip out the wings of this butterfly

Rip out the wings of this butterfly

For your soul

"FUCK ! VILLE ....VILLE ...PLEEEEEAASEEE!!!!" And then she screamed the last line that she had omitted before…

"LET GO!!!!!"

As his cock kissed her cervix she arched and screamed in pure ecstasy with tears running down her face, her hot silky walls spasming around him. With one final brutal thrust his cock throbbed he threw head back and gave what can only be described as a roar as he exploded sending rope after rope of thick hot cum deep inside her.

Ville carefully thrust ever so slowly as brought them both down from a high neither had felt before and he caged Taurean beneath him, gently wiping her tears. Almost surprised when she pulled him down for a slow deep kiss nibbling his lip

"I feel.....light headed...ville..".

He groaned at the sultry sexed out sound of her voice feeling lightheaded as well

"little muse...so do I ...that was ...incredible..."

He gently pulled his softening cock from her twitched pussy. She whimpered at the sensation. He leaned back and admired the absolute mess they had made.

"Hold on a moment let me get you some water and a cookie..." as he spoke, the items appeared on the bedside table. He lifted Taurean and set her up against the pillows and gave the now opened water to her as well as the cookie. "Rest a moment , I'll get us both cleaned up.." before he could walk away Taurean grabbed his hand .

"Wait ..." she broke the huge cookie in half , offering it and the other bottle of water. " Doms need after care and you look about to crash ...please."

Ville was taken aback for a moment no one had EVER taken the time to notice or care about him after...he sat down next to her and took the cookie and water , eating and drinking in companionable silence . Once done got up and went to the bathroom he had noticed , found a washcloth cleaned himself ,then getting another he wetted it with hot water, keeping it warm in his hands he strode out and kelt by the bed...he looked up at Taurean . "Allow me ..." she nodded and whispered " thank you."

"of course ." Ville gently cleaned away the mess they had made aware of how sensitive she would still be.

Taurean noticed how loving and attentive his actions were  and suddenly felt tears ...ah shit .

" V-ville...dropping..."

Without a thought he jumped up and climbed into the bed behind her bringing the thick warm covers up around her shivering body. He wrapped his arms around her and played with her hair humming something resembling a lullabye until her breathing deepened and evened out. Before he knew it he too fell asleep .

They both awoke to four men ranging from big as all fuck to slim athletic, standing at the side of the bed arms crossed , dangerous smirks and cocked eye brows.

The two largest looked at each other and grinned . The one with golden eyes spoke and sparks danced on his tongue...

" Oh Little One, that was quite the show."

"It really was Kitten." Said the one with storms in his eyes.

The one with emerald green eyes spoke next "Baby girl I bet you are starving"

"You know our little Sweetling is always hungry after a good fucking and a nap." said the one with maroon eyes.

Ville smirked and caged Taurean beneath him, she went to protest and he whispered appealing to her bratty nature, “If you are going to be punished little muse, might as well make it worth it. Yeah?” She shrugged and giggled, then he started kissing her hard and deep until she was moaning against his mouth and arching against his body. Ville almost laughed while Taurean smirked ever the brat at the sound of four alpha males growling ....

maybe there was yet more fun to be had..

#smutty #original writing

[my-infp-world]

INFP Music Collaboration Project: Complete!

The INFP Collaboration Playlist Project is now complete! 

In total we had about 200 songs submitted and that completely blew me away! Thank you all so much for participating, I had no idea that it would get this many responses! 

Thank you especially to @rokokokokolores,  @stillnotknowing, @anypassingthought, @2nerd4this, @sonsoftie, @aseratreasures, @infp-relatable, @lunagirl0013, @idunno-justpicksomething, and @namhamjoon (please let me know if I accidentally forgot to tag you)

These are just the participants who were okay with being named but also thank you to all of the anonymous participants!

Here’s the final playlist from everyone’s suggestions, including some of mine that I threw in even though some of you beat me to the punch for a few songs.

Here is the INFP Music Collaboration Project!

Spotify Link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2F8xgXYEKiJSBOo7g8IvON

I was thinking of doing another one of these in the future but just make up my own prompts and put them all in one form and leave it open for a while or forever and just update the playlist twice a month or something like that. If you have ideas, just drop a comment or an ask if you want it to be anonymous. 

For those who want to know what the playlist turned out to be, here’s the list of songs with their categories below this break:

PROMPT #01: A SONG YOU LIKE WITH A COLOR IN THE TITLE

Silver Dagger - Live at Cecil Sharp House - The Staves

Today I Sing the Blues - Aretha Franklin

Pink Moon - Nick Drake

White Flag - Joseph

Black Swan - BTS

Indigo - Origa

Everything Black - Unlike Pluto

Red Sun - DREAMCATCHER

Yellow Lights - Harry Hudson

Red Hill Mining Town - U2

PROMPT #02: A SONG YOU LIKE WITH A NUMBER IN THE TITLE

.stage 4 fear of trying. - Frank Iero

Symphony No.5 In B-Flat, Op.100: 2. Allegro marcato - Sergei Prokofiev

One More Time with Feeling - Regina Spektor

100 Bad Days - AJR

R.I.P. 2 My Youth - The Neighbourhood

+THNX190519+ - CL

100 Ways - Jackson Wang

Day 1 â—‘ - HONNE

18 - Anarbor

Two - Sleeping At Last

Three Tree Town - Ben Howard

PROMPT #03: A SONG THAT REMINDS YOU OF SUMMERTIME

Fumes - EDEN

Summertime Sadness - Lana Del Rey

T-Shirt Weather - Circa Waves

ME! (feat. Brendon Urie of Panic! At The Disco) - Taylor Swift

Dream - Priscilla Ahn

Carnival Hearts - Kayla Diamond

Yam Yam - No Vacation

Motivation - Normani

Wake Me Up - Avicii

PROMPT #04: A SONG THAT REMINDS YOU OF SOMEONE YOU'D RATHER FORGET

Alligator Alley - Michael Daugherty

Because of You - Kelly Clarkson

Sincerely, Me - Mike Faist

Cheerleader - OMI

Viva La Vida - Coldplay

Supermassive Black Hole - Muse

Over You - Ingrid Michaelson

PROMPT #05: A SONG THAT NEEDS TO BE PLAYED LOUD

Shine A Little Light - The Black Keys

Dynamite - BTS

Prelude in E-flat minor - Dmitri Shostakovich

Sick of Myself - Matthew Sweet

Salute - Little Mix

Smother - Daughter

Ship To Wreck - Florence + The Machine

I Am The Best - 2NE1

Baba O'Riley - The Who

Mr. Brightside - The Killers

King - Years & Years

I Wanna Dance with Somebody (Who Loves Me) - Whitney Houston

I'm Coming Out - Diana Ross

PROMPT #06: A SONG THAT MAKES YOU WANT TO DANCE

Rain - MIKA

My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light Em Up) - Fall Out Boy

Jump in the Line - Harry Belafonte

We Are the Tide - Blind Pilot

I'm A Believer - Radio Edit - Smash Mouth

PROMPT #07: A SONG TO DRIVE TO

So Much More Than This - Grace VanderWaal

Open Road - Lost & Found Music Studios

Vasoline - Stone Temple Pilots

Walk in the Night - Kaori Kobayashi*

Fáinleog - Live - The Gloaming

I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) - The Proclaimers

Kiss - Prince

Olalla - Blanco White

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

PROMPT #08: A SONG ABOUT DRUGS OR ALCOHOL

Whiskey and Morphine - Alexander Jean

Meds - Placebo

High - Sir Sly

June - Florence + The Machine

Here's to Never Growing Up - Avril Lavigne

Void - The Neighbourhood

Clouds - BøRNS

PROMPT #09: A SONG THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY

Love Wins - Carrie Underwood

Shukumei - Official HIGE DANdism

Boy With Luv (feat. Halsey) - BTS

The Man Who Can't Be Moved - The Script

Love Come Down - Kalafina

Here Comes The Sun - Remastered 2009 - The Beatles

You Are the Best Thing - Ray LaMontagne

Pokemon Theme Song - The Breaking Winds Bassoon Quartet

PROMPT #10: A SONG THAT MAKES YOU SAD

Someday - From "The Hunchback of Notre Dame"/Soundtrack Version - All-4-One

How We Love - Ingrid Michaelson

Everything You Ever - Neil Patrick Harris

Bluebird - Sara Bareilles

The Christmas Shoes - Newsong

Amen - Amber Run

Empty - Ray LaMontagne

In Dreams - Roy Orbison

The Beach - The Neighbourhood

PROMPT #11: A SONG YOU NEVER GET TIRED OF

Kimi Ga Hikari Ni Kaeteiku - Kalafina

Memories - Maroon 5

No Choir - Florence + The Machine

Should I Stay or Should I Go - Remastered - The Clash

Love On Top - Beyonce

Keep Your Head Up - Ben Howard

PROMPT #12: A SONG FROM YOUR PRETEEN YEARS

Fight Song - Rachel Platten

Samson - Regina Spektor

One More Sad Song - The All-American Rejects

No One - Alicia Keys

Poison Prince - Amy Macdonald

Love Story - Taylor Swift

7 Things - Single Version - Miley Cyrus

Rude - MAGIC!

Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen

PROMPT #13: A SONG YOU LIKE FROM 70s

Lean on Me - Bill Withers

Cat's in the Cradle - Harry Chapin

More Than a Feeling - Boston

Killing Me Softly - Frank Sinatra* 

PROMPT #14: A SONG YOU'D LOVE TO BE PLAYED AT YOUR WEDDING

How Sweet It Is - Michael Buble

This Will Be (An Everlasting Love) - Natalie Cole

I'm A Believer - Radio Edit - Smash Mouth

Hold You in My Arms - Ray LaMontagne

Never Stop (Wedding Version) - SafetySuit

PROMPT #15: A SONG YOU LIKE THAT'S A COVER BY ANOTHER ARTIST

Skinny Love - Birdy

That's the Way It Is - Cassidy Janson

Angel - Darren Hayes

Titanium - Madilyn Bailey

There Must Be An Angel - ORIGA*

Mr. Tambourine Man - The Helio Sequence

Rude - Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox

Bad Guy - The Interrupters

PROMPT #16: A SONG THAT'S A CLASSIC FAVORITE 

Africa - TOTO

Beautifully - Jay Brannan

Creep - Radiohead

Cupid - Sam Cooke

Your Favorite Thing - Sugar

Livin' On A Prayer - Bon Jovi

I Will Always Love You - Whitney Houston

PROMPT #17: A SONG YOU'D SING A DUET WITH SOMEONE ON KARAOKE

For Good - From "Wicked" Original Broadway Cast Recording/2003 - Kristin Chenoweth

Take Me or Leave Me - Idina Menzel

Something To Believe In - Jeremy Jordan

Dancing with the Devil - Wolf Gang

Holding Out for a Hero - From "Footloose" Soundtrack - Bonnie Tyler

PROMPT #18: A SONG FROM THE YEAR YOU WERE BORN

A Thousand Miles - Vanessa Carlton

Drops of Jupiter (Tell Me) - Train

Waterfalls - TLC

Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) - Green Day

Wannabe - Spice Girls

PROMPT #19: A SONG THAT MAKES YOU THINK ABOUT LIFE

Memories - Maroon 5

Men Of Snow - Ingrid Michaelson

The River - Kyla La Grange

Saturn - Sleeping At Last

Landslide - Fleetwood Mac

The Fear - Ben Howard

Dog Days Are Over - Florence + The Machine

The Good Part - AJR

Build It Up - Ingrid Michaelson

PROMPT #20: A SONG THAT HAS MANY MEANINGS TO YOU 

Freckles - Natasha Bedingfield

Happy Home - Lukas Graham

Barely Breathing - Duncan Sheik

The Road - Hurts

Lost in My Mind - The Head and the Heart

Love Like You (feat. Rebecca Sugar) - End Credits - Steven Universe

PROMPT #21: A SONG YOU LIKE WITH A PERSON'S NAME IN THE TITLE

Esmeralda - The Hunchback of Notre Dame Company

West Side Story: Act I: Maria - Leonard Bernstein

Nina Cried Power (feat. Mavis Staples) - Hozier

Sweet Caroline - Neil Diamond

Roxie - Renae Zellweger

Grace - Florence + The Machine

PROMPT #22: A SONG THAT MOVES YOU FORWARD

Sukiyaki - Kyu Sakamoto

Fuckin' Perfect - Melanie La Barrie

Who's Got a Match? - Biffy Clyro

Into The Fire - Thirteen Senses

Bang The Doldrums - Fall Out Boy

I Was Here - Beyonce

PROMPT #23: A SONG YOU THINK EVERYBODY SHOULD LISTEN TO

Neon Gravestones - Twenty One Pilots

Danzon No.2 - Arturo Márquez

Most Girls - Hailee Steinfeld

(Finally) A Convenient Truth - Get Well Soon

Stand by Me - Otis Redding

PROMPT #24: A SONG BY A BAND YOU WISH WERE STILL TOGETHER

Such Great Heights - Remastered - The Postal Service

To the Beginning - Kalafina

Here Comes a Regular - 2008 Remaster - The Replacements

Night Rather Than Day - EXID

Wonderwall - Remastered - Oasis

PROMPT #25: A SONG YOU LIKE BY AN ARTIST NO LONGER LIVING

Waiting for the End - Linkin Park

All Along the Watchtower - Jimi Hendrix

Human Nature - Michael Jackson

The Longest Time - Billy Joel

Love, You Didn't Do Right by Me - Rosemary Clooney

Before Our Spring - JONGHYUN

PROMPT #26: A SONG THAT MAKES YOU WANT TO FALL IN LOVE

girls - girl in red

Conversations in the Dark - John Legend

Just like Heaven - The Cure

On The Street Where You Live - Frederick Loewe

Still into You - Paramore

PROMPT #27: A SONG THAT BREAKS YOUR HEART

Five Variants of "Dives and Lazarus" - Ralph Vaughan Williams

Black Woman - Danielle Brooks

Eyes Nose Lips (feat. Taeyang) - Epik High

Empty - Ray LaMontagne

Just a Dream - Carrie Underwood

Landslide - Fleetwood Mac

Requiem - Laura Dreyfuss

PROMPT #28: A SONG BY AN ARTIST WHOSE VOICE YOU LOVE

Hurt - Christina Aguilera

I'M OKAY - SAAY

So Much More Than This - Grace VanderWaal

Pretty Hurts - Beyonce

Just like Heaven - The Cure

i'm lonely - Luz

Skylark - Aretha Franklin

Never Let Me Go - Florence + The Machine

Ship To Wreck - Florence + The Machine

PROMPT #29: A SONG YOU REMEMBER FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD

Going Under - Evanescence

Muddy Hymnal - Iron & Wine

Rush - Aly & AJ

Smooth (feat. Rob Thomas) - Santana

Who Let The Dogs Out - Baha Men

She Looks So Perfect - 5 Seconds of Summer

PROMPT #30: A SONG THAT REMINDS YOU OF YOURSELF

Never Let Me Go - Florence + The Machine

Vienna - Billy Joel

The Pros and Cons of Breathing - Fall Out Boy

In Dreams - Roy Orbison

Car Radio - Twenty One Pilots

Sweet Nothing (feat. Florence Welch) - Calvin Harris

Lonely Dance - Set It Off

*Could not be found on Spotify

#30DayPlaylistCollaborationProject #infp playlist #infp music #30 day song challenge #thoughts from me

[har-rison-s]

lasagna evening

request: Could you write some domestic fluff with adult stan uris

A/N: (2020 edit: this was my first ever stanley writing :>) Man oh man do i love this concept. ajsndfjsdf i love, i just love. I apologise for the title lmao i dont have any other ideas alsdfsdjn. This is so fluffy and cliché that you're going to die :D Btw, gifs of Andy Bean are very hard to find and I'm mad about it. Hope this is what you were looking for. Happy reading!

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“Honey, I'm home!” Stan says in a louder voice so his loved one could hear him. For she's known to often leave music playing loudly through their apartment and go into another room to do something. He hears the smooth voice of Billie Holiday singing about autumn in New York and he smiles to himself, kicking off his shoes. The music is loud enough for her not to hear him at all. 

He walks into the kitchen, both hands holding a grocery bag tightly until he puts them both on the center counter. Her music is playing right in front of him, just a few feet between him and the sound system. 

“Baby!” He calls again. Stan leaves the bags be and they crinkle a bit, the products falling on top of one another. He walks over to the sound system and turns the song's volume down. And he hears her humming. It's coming from her study.

Stan jogs a little down the hallway to get to her and reaches the door frame of her study. He peaks his head in. “Babylove,” he says and smiles immediately upon seeing his girl sitting on her carpet, her back turned to him, still humming and obviously hunched over something. 

She whips her head around and smiles wide. There's a wicked glimmer in her eyes. “Honey!” She squeals and hurriedly gets up from her position, almost falling over her own legs, and tip-toes over to her one and only. 

He leans in to steal a kiss from her soft angel lips and she still has to stand on her tip-toes for him to succeed. She embraces him then, her arms around his neck, and smiles wide. Stan recieves a loving kiss on the cheek and smiles, too. His eyes are full of love for the woman in front of him. 

“What are you doing in here?” He asks, his hand going in slow circles over her back. 

“Before you turned my music down,” she says, pouting and pointing her index finger into the middle of his chest, “I was listening to Billie and making another small sculpture.” She smiles, proud of herself.

“You're getting inspired again?” Stan raises his eyebrows in happy surprise and his love nods, biting her bottom lip. “So, who's the muse?”

“You, silly.” She says and they both laugh. She notices Stan already glancing behind her shoulder to see what she's making. To not spoil the surprise, she brings his eyes back to her, holding his chin softly. “It's not finished yet. When it will be, you'll be the first to see. And you know that.”

“Of course. You know I'm impatient about seeing your art.” He tells her and tickles her sides a little, making her giggle in the most beautiful way. 

“So,” she claps her hands, “what are we making tonight?”

“Hmm, let's see...” Stan pretends to think, “seeing as I bought the ingredients for lasagna, I guess we're making... lasagna?” He squints, teasing his girl. She laughs and kisses him on the cheek again. And then all over his face, which makes Stanley laugh instead. 

When he's about to plead for breath, she stops and grabs his hand, closing her study door with the other. She drags them both back down the hallway and lets go of Stan's hand to turn the volume higher. Stan gives her a mock-annoyed look, but they both laugh.

One of the billion, trillion things he loves so much about his girl is her energy and youthfulness. They're only two years apart, but Stanley has always felt older than he actually is. And he wanted to enjoy his youth when it was happening, but a lot of things kept him from it. 

Her youthfulness and eagerness and sort-of hyperactivity brings joy in his life. Makes him happy about still being here, having a life. She's brighter than the sun to him in many ways. 

“Do you have the recipe?” Stan asks her as they're unpacking the groceries.

“Uh-huh, I printed it out. It should be next to the sink.” She replies, pulling tomato after tomato out of the bag.

“Terrible place for a paper to be, if you ask me.” He tells her, but she only laughs. Stan walks over to the sink and sure enough, there is a page with a recipe printed on it. And it's not wet. He quickly goes over the ingredients and steps. “So how was work today?”

She works as a museum manager/administrator in a pottery museum in town. Taking that she's an artist herself, she needs to be in an artistic place and area at all times. An administrator might not seem like the job to you, but to her it's the perfect one that pays the bills and takes her on holidays with her loved one. Many artists to meet, artworks to see and inspiration to suck in.

“Quite amazing. You know I met that one artist I've always wanted to host at my museum—”

“Emily Lacey?” Stan finishes instead of her. She nods.

“Yup. And she's even more lovely than I thought she'd be. She's got great sense of humor, a great sense of style, of course, and turns out we have a lot in common.” She tells him. Stan smiles, watching her rush around the kitchen and talk. “She likes to read books, go to the cinema, travelling, hiking.”

“Wow, you two are basically twins.” He states.

“I know, right?” She looks at him with wide eyes, clearly excited. Stanley chuckles. “How was your day?” She asks him. 

“It was good.” He says. “Better now that I'm home.” Stan states and they share a look of love and knowing. “The book is coming along well, there's not much left. And I had to teach a new class today! All the kids were sweethearts.”

“How old were they?” She asks and, while doing so, gives Stan a piece of dough to flatten out. They both start working on a piece.

“Uh, they're... I think second or third grade, so eight to nine.” Stan says in between grunts of pushing the wooden roll on the dough. “Why such a question?”

She shrugs. “Just wondering. Thought they'd put you in a college now.” She admits, and huffs.

“Huh.” He turns to her, puts the roll down and crosses his arms over his chest. “Don't you think I'm good enough for primary school?”

She laughs and huffs again. “No, I think you're more than good enough for primary school, and better than perfect for teaching college kids ornithology.” She tells him, honestly.

“Listen, it's nothing wrong with me.” Stan insists, pointing at his chest and raising his eyebrows. “Ornithology is not the most desired class in college, even for biology majors. So they have one professor in each college that isn't exactly an ornithologyst, but knows enough and can memorise texts from books. And they put that guy to teach ornithology if it's at all necessary.” He explains in detail.

“But that is so unfair! I bet you're not the only ornithologyst without a chance to teach in college, and they put some knock-offs in your place.” She justifies.

“You have a fair point.” Stanley agrees. She smiles wide. 

“I know. You gotta fight for your rights, hon.” She tells him. “We both know that your passion is ornithology and that you're an actual ornithologyst. They should let, whoever's in charge of it, the people who really know what they're talking about teach ornithology. It makes a huge difference for the kids.”

“Listen, if your artist carrier ever flakes, you should become an education politican.” Stan says upon restarting to flatten the dough. His love laughs out loud, holding her tummy. Stanley only smiles wide to himself.

“Can you even imagine me dressed in formal clothes everyday, having that politician-lady haircut, wearing glasses and talking in a very serious voice about the issues of today?” She asks him, mimicking the way politicians speak in the last part. She even makes a funny face. “I could never. I mean, yeah, they pay you like, crazy money, but I'd never do that.” She shakes her head, still quietly laughing to herself. Stanley keeps smiling.

Merely two hours later, the couple have finished their lasagna. They had put on their food-making playlist, which is basically a playlist full of songs that they know all the lyrics to and sing together to at the top of their lungs. Includes ABBA, Queen, David Bowie, Journey, Elton John and many, many others. 

They're happily setting the coffee table in the living room, and they're almost finished. Stan is already turning on the TV, wrapped in a blanket and waiting for his one and only to join him. 

She's still getting them forks and spoons, and when she has, she turns off all the lights in the apartment. Except for the little light in the kitchen above the stove, that one always stays on.

She tip-toes—a habit of hers that is not entirely healthy for her feet—into the living room and puts the instruments down on the table. She collapses into Stan's open, waiting arms with a happy sigh. He wraps the blanket around her and keeps his arm around her, too. 

Her fingers push between his and they lock together. As if their hands were crafted just to be interlocked with the other's, no one else's. They feel like they're made for each other. 

Stanley presses a kiss into her hair. “What are we watching tonight?” He asks, his cheek now pressed where his lips just were.

“Hmm,” she thinks and watches Stan browsing through movies and tv-shows on the screen, “something funny. Don't you think?”

“Yeah, we always watch dramas.” He agrees. “I'm kinda sick of you making me cry every other evening.” Stan admits then, and they both laugh. Stan yawns.

“Do you have a favorite?” She questions, looking up at him. He looks down at her and almost gets hypnotised. Looking at her makes him go a bit weak, every and anytime. The years spent together either don't do anything to help it or even give more to the effect.

“I don't watch that many comedies, not my favorite genre.” He tells her as his hand caresses the side of her face. She closes her eyes to that. “You can choose. Show me your favorite!” He suggests and she smiles. “Just not anything dumb, okay? I know you like those a lot, but, please, spare me.”

She looks at him and rolls her eyes playfully. “Alright, alright.” She agrees and turns to lay on her stomach, over Stan's lap and takes the remote from his hand. “I'll spare your soul from the doom of dumb comedy movies, my prince.” She teases and Stan smiles. “Aha!” She exclaims upon finally finding the movie she was looking for. 

She pushes the 'play' button and reaches for their two plates of lasagna while the intro plays. She straightens her back, sitting normally just like Stan and giving him his lasagna piece.

“Hear ye, hear ye. Feast your eyes and ears with the wonder that is Bruce Almighty!” She theatrically introduces the movie. She likes Shakespeare and Old English, despite that she may not be the best at using it right. Stan smiles at her. 

They lean in to steal a few kisses from each other before indulging in their home-made (hopefully, well-made) lasagna and the world of Jim Carrey's comedy. 

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WangXian, As Told By My Music Library

All tracks are songs from my own personal music library that I listen to on the regular. Some would fit right into a period c-drama, some are heartfelt scifi rock tracks that nonetheless scream ‘WangXian’ to me.

For simplicity’s sake, here’s a YouTube link to the playlist containing all of these.

A New Hope - Broken Iris

Spent a lifetime of holding on

Just to let go

I guess I’ll spend another lifetime

Searching for a new hope.

Almost (Sweet Music) - Hozier

I wouldn't know where to start 

Sweet music playing in the dark 

Be still, my foolish heart 

Don't ruin this on me

Anywhere - Evanescence

Forget this life, come with me

Don’t look back, you’re safe now

Unlock your heart, drop your guard

No one’s left to stop you

Bedroom Hymns - Florence and the Machine

This is as good a place to fall as any, we'll build our altar here[...]

Sweating out confessions, the undone and the divine

'Cause this is his body, this is his blood

Such selfish prayers, and I can't get enough

Mother Tongue - Bring Me The Horizon

So don't say you love me "Fala amo"

Just let your heart speak up, and I'll know

No amount of words could ever find a way to make sense of this

So I wanna hear your mother tongue

Clarity - Zedd

Hold still right before we crash, 'cause we both know how this ends

Our clock ticks till it breaks your glass, and I drown in you again

'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need,

Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why

Cosmic Love - Florence and the Machine

I took the stars from our eyes, and then I made a map

And knew that somehow I could find my way back

Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too

So I stayed in the darkness with you

Cupid - Hurts

Say a little prayer for me

Cupid shoot your arrows into me

I feel lust like a sick disease

And my blood ignites when I hold you close to me

Dark In My Imagination - Of Verona

There's something in the look you give

I can't help myself I fall, I can't help myself at all

There's something in your touch when we kiss

I scream god forgive me please, ‘cause I want you on your knees

Dissolve - Absofacto

You held me but I’m volatile, and never got my head screwed on

Now I’m melting through the floor[...]

All in white like you’re an angel, with the sun glimmering off your gas mask

This isn’t what I signed up for

Shape Of You - Ed Sheeran

Girl, you know I want your love, your love was handmade for somebody like me

Come on now, follow my lead, I may be crazy, don't mind me

Say, boy, let's not talk too much, grab on my waist and put that body on me

Come on now, follow my lead, come, come on now, follow my lead

Give Unto Me - Evanescence

Give into me your trouble, I'll endure your suffering

Place onto me your burden, I'll drink your deadly poison

Fear not the flame of my love's candle, let it be the sun in your world of darkness

Every Breath You Take - The Police

Since you've gone I've been lost without a trace

I dream at night, I can only see your face

I look around but it's you I can't replace

I feel so cold and I long for your embrace

Everything - Lifehouse

You are the life to my soul

You are my purpose, you're everything

And how can I stand here with you

And not be moved by you?

Forevermore - Broken Iris

Here we lie side by side, now your heart pounds next to mine

Our two souls are surely whole now that I have realized

It's the way your body sways, it's your voice that calls my name

It's your lips, the way they taste and how you look at me, and show me beautiful

Good Enough - Evanescence

Under your spell again, I can't say no to you

Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand, I can't say no to you

Shouldn't let you conquer me completely, now I can't let go of this dream

Can't believe that I feel good enough, I feel good enough

Hanging By A Moment - Lifehouse

Desperate for changing, starving for truth

I'm closer to where I started, I'm chasing after you I'm falling even more in love with you, letting go of all I've held onto

I'm standing here until you make me move, I'm hanging by a moment here with you

Heartlines - Florence and the Machine

On the sea, on the sea and land over land, creeping and crawling like the sea over sand

Still I follow heartlines on your hand

This fantasy, this fallacy, this tumbling stone, echoes of a city that's long overgrown

Your heart is the only place that I call home, can I be returned?

Mile Deep Hollow - IAMX

No more hesitation, nothing will ever divide us again

No more energy wasted on the temper of our time, just the truth and the sublime

So thank you, you need to know, that you dragged me out of a mile deep hollow

And I love you, you brought me home, 'cause you dragged me out of a mile deep hollow

If My Heart Was A House - Owl City

Circle me and the needle moves gracefully

Back and forth, if my heart was a compass you'd be North

Risk it all cause I'll catch you if you fall wherever you go

If my heart was a house you'd be home

In Your Hands - Nichole Alden

Keep me own me

Break me slowly

Whatever you want from me I'll give to you I'm in your hands

It Will Come Back - Hozier

Don't let it in with with no intention to keep it

Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it

Honey don't feed me, I will come back

I Won’t Give Up - Jason Mraz

Well, I won't give up on us

Even if the skies get rough

I'm giving you all my love

I'm still looking up

Feral Hearts - Kerli

You are the vision I'm looking for, make me remember all I forgot

Watch me become just an animal, naked to nothing more than who we are

Feral Hearts in the night, loving like we've been kept captive, free to light

Feral Hearts come alive, loving like we've been kept captive, free to...

You And Me - Lifehouse

'Cause it's you and me, and all of the people

With nothing to do, nothing to lose

And it's you and me, and all of the people and I don't know why

I can't keep my eyes off of you

Like Real People Do - Hozier

I had a thought, dear, however scary

About that night, the bugs and the dirt

Why were you digging? What did you bury

Before those hands pulled me from the earth?

Can’t Help Falling In Love - Pentatonix cover (original by Elvis Presley)

Like a river flows surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be

Take my hand, take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you

Save Me - Muse

Turn me into someone like you

Find a place that we can go to

Run away and take me with you

Don't let go I need your rescue

Die For You - Starset

Even if the sky does fall, even if they take it all

There's no pain that I won't go through, even if I have to die for you

And when all the fires burn, when everything is overturning

There's nothing that I won't go through, even if I have to die for you

Echo - Starset

I was only in my mind, you were on the outside waiting

I could feel you all the time, your voice could save me

Now all these Sirens sing for me, but I just wanna hear your melody

I call and I can hear you sing, but oh, it's only my echo

Everglow - Starset

Everglow, you'll never know the beauty I see when you open your shadows

Everglow, they'll never know the worlds that I see in the darkness you don't show

Come, I'll show every ghost in me, take my pain into you...

Gravity Of You - Starset

Riding the horizon, falling into you

Feel the vessel tighten, I feel you pull me through

A new world is breaking, your heart unveiling

Breaking into pieces in the gravity of you

Last To Fall - Starset

And the world is cold, but it's beautiful

I wish you were here now, I miss your soul

But you lost your light when the darkness called

But I stand here waiting, the last to fall

Ricochet - Starset

All these broken souls, they never make me whole

They don't, they don't know my heart, they don't know my heart

All these broken souls, each one more beautiful

They don't, they don't know my heart, they don't know my heart

I'll send out my soul to worlds more beautiful

But they won't, they won't know my heart, it's the darkest part

Satellite - Starset

Far across the emptiness I walk the night

And search the silence in the dark you left behind

I seek the stars above the world to be the guides

But they all pale against the light in your eyes

Starlight - Starset

I don't know what to say, but I'm going to want you till the stars evaporate

We're only here for just a moment in the light, one day it shines for us the next we're in the night

So say the word and I'll be running back to find you, a thousand armies won't stop me I'll break through

I'll soar the endless skies for only one sight of your starlight

Halo - Starset

Send out the signal and I'll fly low

If it means the death of me, I won't let go

And if I'm lost in the world’s shadows

I'll use the light that comes to me from your halo

The Lover - Alesana

Is it her, could it be, should my eyes believe what they see?

If you are who I think you are, I might lose my mind[...]

Dead girls don't just appear out of thin air

But I am victim to her sinister stare

Where You Belong - The Weeknd

I'm in control, when you give me your body, yeah

I feel our souls burnin' up when I'm inside of you and I

And I'ma leave a mark, just to remind you

Where you belong, baby, give me your all, scream as loud as you want

Lost In You - Three Days Grace

Somehow I found a way to get lost in you

Let me inside, let me get close to you

Change your mind, I'll get lost if you want me to

Somehow I found a way to get lost in you

Undisclosed Desires - Muse

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart

I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask

I want to exorcise the demons from your past

I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

#broken iris #hozier #evanescence #florence and the machine #bring me the horizon #zedd #hurts #of verona #absofacto #ed sheeran #the police #lifehouse #jason mraz #kerli #pentatonix #muse #starset #alesana #the weeknd #three days grace #wangxian #the untamed #cql #mdzs #lwj #wwx #lan wangji #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan zhan

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Music

My other works

Inspired by Roman’s Playlist created by @thatsthat24

I also put a poll out on tumblr to find out what Roman ship everyone thought I should write.

The winner: Roceit!

Roman pulled back the curtain just far enough to peek around it. The theater was practically empty, minus the three individuals sitting in the third row, scribbling on their clipboards.

His nerves were getting to him. He couldn’t do this. He was going to-

“You did great!” Dee laughed as Remus skipped over to his best friend. 

“I know,” Remus replied playfully. Roman’s twin had just finished his audition for the same role Roman was up next for. In all honesty, the man had done horribly. The judges had even cut him short. Still, Dee was always so reassuring. It was no wonder the two were best friends. 

Still, even as a follow up to Remus, Roman wasn’t sure he could do this. This was a big part. This could make or break his career. 

“You good, Roman?” Dee asked, suddenly appearing at the man’s side, making him jump.

“Yeah, fine,” Roman lied without hesitation. 

“Really?” 

“Yup.”

“That’s really weird, ‘cause I’ve known you for years and you usually have a routine,” Dee pointed out.

“I don’t have a routine,” Roman scoffed with a roll of his eyes.

“You do and when you don’t do it you usually bomb the audition,” Dee added.

“I do not!” 

“He’s right, you do,” Remus butted in. 

“Alright, wiseguys. If that’s true, then what is my routine?” Roman huffed in annoyance,“kicking you two in the teeth? ‘Cause if that’s the case I’m all for it.” 

“I wish you would,” Remus chuckled. It was Dee’s turn to roll his eyes. 

“Every audition you always peek out of the curtain and watch the judges while you sing…” Dee paused trying to remember the words. “That one song, um…”

“The one that starts off with suicide!” Remus chirped excitedly.

“What?!” Roman snapped in surprise. 

“No!” Dee countered at the same moment. 

“Yeah!” Remus argued before he started singing. “I’m high above the city, I’m standing on the ledge. The view from here is pretty and I step off the edge. See,” he shrugged. “Suicied.”

“Ree,” Roman groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face in exasperation. “It’s not a song about suicide.”

“It will be if you actually step onto that stage after my brilliant performance,” Remus teased in return, giving a flourishing bow before heading towards the waiting area. 

“Pft, whatever!” Roman sighed before glancing back out at the individuals still discussing his brother’s performance. It wouldn’t be long now...

“Remus might have been wrong about the subject matter of the song,” Dee offered, taking a step closer to his friend’s brother. “But he wasn’t wrong about the song itself. When you’re nervous, it's important to keep to your routine. It can help comfort you.”

“You sound like Logan,” Roman mused. “And I’m not nervous!” 

“Alright,” Dee offered, lifting his hands in surrender. “Whatever you say.”

Roman glanced at the other man, watching him turn to head back to where Remus waited. Dee was probably right, not that Roman would ever admit it. Still, he waited until he thought he was out of earshot. 

“It’s my callin’, baby,” Roman sang softly, voice drifting through the empty wings. “Don’t you cry, don’t you cry, and I’m fallin’ down through the sky.”

Dee didn’t pause or even glance back as he heard Roman’s soft angelic voice. He just offered a soft smile, mouth moving along with the next verse as he continued to walk away.

“Toward the street that I’m from, Oh, Broadway, here I come. Broadway, here I come.”

………………………………………………

Today was the day! This was it! Roman had gotten his callback and had crushed it! Now, all he had to do was wait. 2:00 PM, that's when they said they would call. 

He glanced at the clock, 2:03 PM.

“I still can’t believe they passed me up!” Remus whined from where he sat on the floor. “I was amazing!”

“The best,” Dee agreed apathetically as he scrolled through his phone, leaning against the couch. 

“Exactly!” Remus whined.

“Maybe the word just isn’t ready for you yet, Ree,” Dee offered in his same monotone voice. 

“You know what,” Remus gasped. “You’re right! I should dumb it down a bit!” He pushed to his feet excitedly. 

“Wait, where are you going?” Roman asked. “I’m about to get the call!” 

“I have to go change!” Remus explained. “Maybe a new outfit will help them see the mistake they’ve made!” 

Before either of the men could protest, Remus had bolted up the stairs. 

“He does know that they can’t see him right?” Roman asked, glancing at Dee. 

“I don’t think he cares,” Dee admitted with a shrug. 

“I swear, if you didn’t encourag-” Roman was cut off as his phone began to blare loudly.

‘I’m the lonely twin, the left hand, Reset myself and get back on track-’ For a moment all Roman could do was stare at the number on the screen. ‘I don’t want this isolation, see the state-’

“Answer it!” Dee snapped, making Roman jump and scramble for the phone currently buzzing on the table and pressing it to his ear. 

“H-hello,” he breathed weakly.

Dee shifted up onto the couch, staring at the larger man next to him. 

“Yes, this is he,” Roman mumbled, turning his face away from his brother’s friend. “Mmm-hmm… Yes ma’am…. I see… Thank you so much. Yeah, you too. Have a good day,”

Dee waited, eyes glued, breath held. 

Roman lowered the phone as the screen darkened, signalling the disconnection.

“Well?” Dee urged excitedly.

Roman kept his face turned away, moving to lean his elbow against the arm of the sofa. 

“She said they were looking for someone who is better suited for a leotard,” Roman mumbled softly. 

“What?” Dee breathed in disbelief. 

“She said I had the vocals, but my physique was lacking,” Roman added, voice hitching. 

“That bitch!” Dee growled in annoyance. “Say the word and I’ll march down there and-” he cut himself off at the sound of Roman’s sniffle. The larger man shifted further away from his brother’s friend, trying to hide the way he was wiping away tears.

“Screw them!” Dee offered instead, “They don’t know what they’ve lost!” 

“Dee, I don’t need the same empty encouragement you give Remus. I don’t need your lies. I-”  

“It’s not empty!” Dee snapped. “Sure, I might tell a few white lies to help your brother’s confidence or self-esteem,but what is so wrong about that? I’m sure it's hard being the brother of someone so talented and attractive.” 

Roman glanced at the smaller man in surprise. It wasn’t often Dee got worked up like this and even less often that he paid Roman compliments. 

“That doesn’t mean everything I say is a lie!” Dee continued. “They don’t know what they’re missing and you would look great in tights! In fact, maybe next time you should audition wearing them! That way you can show just how sculpted that ass is when you tell them to kiss it!”

Roman blinked in surprise at the words before giving a snort. Dee stared at him in shock. Not only had he just admitted Roman was attractive, but he had called his ass ‘sculpted’. Roman burst into laughter, causing the smaller man to flush. 

“You spend way too much time with my brother,” the actor commented. “He’s rubbing off on you.” 

“Yeah… Well…” Dee sighed, glancing away as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Good.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Roman finally sighed, as he leaned back against the cushions. “Dream like you won’t fail, sing like no one’s there.”

“Dance like you don’t care,” Dee offered with a small smile. 

“Dream,” they said together.

…………………………………………

“Snacks!” Remus cried from where he hung half off the bed. 

“What?” Dee asked, glancing up from his book. 

“Snacks!” Remus repeated. “We need snacks! You should go get them.”

“It’s your house!” Dee argued. 

“So?” Remus shrugged.

“So, you should go get them,” Dee countered. “Besides, you’re the one that wants them.”

“So, you should be a good friend and-”

“Ugh! Fine!” Dee huffed, dropping his book onto the mattress and moving to get up. “But I’m getting the snacks I want and you’re going to deal with it.”

“But Dee…” Remus whined. 

Dee didn’t bother replying, ignoring the man’s protest as he headed out of the room. It was these moments that made Dee wonder why he bothered being such a good friend. Did he really get enough out of this friendship? They weren’t serious thoughts of course. He cared for Remus a great deal. He couldn’t picture where his life would be without the eccentric man. He was his best-

“..boy in the world,” Roman’s voice came, making Dee pause. “I been lip lickin’ with my kicks to the sky, I been hair grippin’, I been sitting so fine.”

Dee glanced up at the large white door, decorated with colored paper and styrofoam that formed a large red shield with a yellow castle adoring the center. Dee moved closer, noticing the way the door hung ajar.

“I just wanna kiss a boy every month,” Roman continued as Dee glanced inside. 

Roman stood at his vanity, a large rainbow feather boa wrapped around his shoulders as he bounced. His hips swayed, threatening to cause his far too short shorts to ride up. 

“I just wanna kiss a boy it’s all I want,” Roman laughed, twirling before leaning over the vanity to work on his eyebrows. “And I been roughhousing with a bad boy crew, I been getting rowdy with a bad attitude.”

Dee finally caught sighed of the headphone in the larger man’s ears and couldn’t help but chuckle as he pushed open the door. 

“I just wanna kiss a boy at every stop,” Roman continued unaware. “I just wanna kiss a boy and keep it-” his gaze finally caught on Dee’s slender form in his doorway making him jump. “Mother-Father-Brother!” Roman exclaimed, yanking the earbuds out as he turned on his heels. “Warn a man, would ya?!” the very fit man snapped. 

“I’m sorry,” Dee chuckled. “Did I interrupt your ‘roughhousing with your bad boy crew’?” Dee teased. 

Roman flushed at that. “Shut up!” he laughed, grabbing a pillow from his vanity’s chair and tossing it at his brother’s friend.

Dee ducked back out of the room, closing the door just in time for the pillow to smack against the door as he shut it behind him. 

“I’ll let you get back to kissing every boy in the world!” Dee called through the polished wood, unable to keep the grin from his lips. 

………………………………………………

“Come on!” Roman whined, tugging on Dee’s arm. 

“Ro, what about your brother?” Dee argued, motioning for the unconscious man draped across the bar, still clinging to his half drunk screwdriver. 

“We can watch him from the stage,” Roman shrugged, “Come one, Dee… Please?” He asked, his bottom lip sticking out in a pout. 

“Ro…” Dee groaned glancing away. 

“Pretty pweese,” Roman begged again, giving his best puppy dog eyes.

“Ugh, fine!” Dee conceded, allowing himself to be dragged from his chair and towards the karaoke machine. “I get to pick the song though!” Dee called over the loud music.

“Too late!” Roman called back as he dragged him into their place next to the stage. 

Dee took a moment to glance at the upcoming track and groaned. 

The music died down and the woman that had been singing obnoxiously off key stepped down to allow them to brush by. 

“I hate this song and you know it,” Dee grumbled under his breath. 

“Liar,” Roman chuckled, passing him a mic as the music started. 

“Primadonna girl, yeah,” Roman began, bouncing excitedly as he glanced at his brother’s best friend. Dee couldn’t help but return the look. Roman’s gorgeous smile was always so infectious. “All I ever wanted was the world.” he continued before pausing to let Dee try. 

“I can’t help that I need it all,” Dee offered, his voice cracking slightly.  “The primadonna life, the rise and fall,” he certainly wasn’t a singer but Roman didn’t seem to care.

“That's it!” Roman laughed, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him closer as they sang.

“You say that I’m kind of difficult, but it’s always someone else’s fault!” they sang together. “Got you wrapped around my finger, babe, you can count on me to misbehave.”

……………………………………………………………………………..

They laughed as another round was set before them. Dee shifted to face Roman a bit more easily, Remus still snoring lightly against the bar. 

“If we’re not careful, we’re going to be as bad as he is,” Dee chuckled, motioning towards the snoozing man. 

“I don’t think I have anything to worry about,” Roman shrugged, still grinning. 

“Oh?” Dee asked, leaning on an elbow. “Why is that?”

“I’m sure we’ll be back at my place before we drink that much,” Roman shrugged.

“Ooo, If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were inviting me over for the night,” Dee teased, bringing his drink up to his lips. 

Roman flushed at that, giving his own laugh. “Do you know better?” he mumbled, glancing up at the stage as a younger man butchered another song.

‘If ever your winds are tired and broken things, Can’t see through the tears in your eyes, Baby, I’ll be paving the runway.’

“What?” Dee asked, brows furrowing. There was no way Roman was asking what he thought he was asking. 

“Do you know better?” Roman asked again, turning back to him. “You said ‘If you didn’t know any better, you would say I was inviting you over’. Do you know better?” 

Dee paused, studying Roman’s expression. He couldn’t be serious. Still, Dee could feel his heart racing. 

“Well, yeah. I meant you would be inviting me over as something… not platonic.” Dee chuckled nervously. Surely Roman wasn’t proposing that they should sleep together? Dee might not be a very conservative man but even then, that would be moving far too quickly for them both. 

“I am,” Roman admitted.

“You’re what?” Dee clarified, incapable of comprehending what was happening. 

“I am Inviting you to stay the night as something more than friends,” Roman admitted, meeting his eyes expectantly. 

“Y-you’re drunk,” Deceit stated in denial. 

“I’m not,” Roman laughed. “I haven’t had a single drop of alcohol.”

“Then what's that?” Dee scoffed, pointing at the red and white drink in front of the larger man. 

Roman glanced down at his drink and chuckled. “Ginger Ale and cherry syrup.” 

“Then I’m drunk,” Dee rushed, face heating further, unable to believe this was happening. 

“Liar,” Roman laughed. “I heard you order a jackless coke.”

Dee tensed as the man called him out. How did Roman always see through him so easily?

“Listen, Dee,” the larger man sighed, inching closer so that their knees brushed against one another and Dee could feel the heat coming off him in waves. “If you want to say ‘no’, that’s fine. I won’t push. I’m nothing if not a gentleman,” he offered, giving one of his charming smiles. “But I really care about you. I have for a long time and I think… I might be wrong but…  I think the feeling is mutual.” 

Dee glanced up at the man on stage, trying to avoid eye contact with his best friend’s brother. 

‘Baby, I’ll be paving the runway, ‘Cause I know that one day you’re gonna fly, I know that one day you’re gonna fly’

He couldn’t believe this was happening. 

“So, come home with me. We can stay up all night and just… talk. Maybe you’ll let me do your makeup?” Roman offered, a hand reaching up to cup Dee’s scarred cheek. Dee could feel the oils from the other man’s skin smudging the concealer he had applied there. 

“My makeup?” Dee asked lamely, still stunned.

“Yeah,” Roman replied with a soft sigh as the guy on stage finished up. “You always use so much, but you really don’t need it.”

“I don’t?”

“No, Dee.” Roman’s gaze softened as it lifted to meat Dee’s. “You don’t. I think your scars are beautiful.”

“You do?”

“Without a doubt,” Roman nodded, giving another grin as he felt the other man lean forward. “It makes you, you, and there is nothing I have ever found more beautiful.”

“R-really?” 

“Really,” Roman chuckled, leaning in as well. 

“Roman, I-” Dee tried, fumbling over himself. “The way I feel about you… I’ve always-”

“I know,” Roman chuckled. “You’re pretty obvious.”

“I am not!” Dee argued, straightening.

“Liar!” Roman laughed again before he finally closed the space between them pressing a quick chaste kiss on the other man’s lips. 

Dee blinked in surprise, unmoving, unsure of what just happened. Roman had kissed him! Roman Prince, the man of his dreams just kissed him! The same man he had had a ridiculous crush since his childhood had just-

“Grandma’s choking on a lozenge!” Remus cried, jerking up right in his haste and making his two companions jump.

They glanced back at the inebriated individual currently glancing about as he tried to get his bearings before they both burst into laughter. 

“Why don’t we focus on getting your brother home, first?” Dee offered, “Then we can talk about everything else. Deal?”

“Deal,” Roman nodded, pushing to his feet and moving to collect his now fumbling twin. 

Dee watched as Roman pulled his brother’s arm over his shoulders and helped him up. He couldn’t help but smile at the scene. Remus was going to hate himself tomorrow. Dee on the other hand had the feeling that wouldn’t be the case for him. 

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Nina Simone, Duende & Pastel Blues

Nina Simone’s Pastel Blues is a true embodiment of duende — the rare depth and darkness that impels her work.

1969 © Jack Robinson / Hulton Archive

Her distinctive warble permeates thousands of movie soundtracks, hip hop samples and advertisements, let alone the countless personal moments by which people demarcate their lives. This omnipresence allows us to forget who Nina Simone was, and the outright value of her music. For the streaming generation, knowledge of such an artist is limited to “top hits”; on some Spotify, Sunday Mood playlist. Or worse, the songs will only wriggle into the brain from various attempts to sell Coca-Cola, Seat Atecas, Renault Clios, Volvo XC90s, Fords, Apple Watches, Chanel №5, Warehouse discount clothes, Virgin Flights, HTC Phones, Jockey underwear and Behr Paint.

Most egregious among these is the Muller Light yoghurt advert, inescapable for anyone sentient in early 2000s UK. It uses her 1968 song I Ain’t Got No, I Got Life, but only the second, I Got Life half; carving it off entirely from its I Ain’t Got No essence. In its truncated form, the song sounds like a free-wheeling celebration of life and limb: Got my hair, got my head / Got my brains, got my ears / Got my eyes, got my nose / Got my mouth, I got my smile. Yet the missing section is a lengthy condemnation of segregated American society, where disenfranchised black people had been given nothing to cling to: Ain’t got no mother, ain’t got no culture / Ain’t got no friends, ain’t got no schoolin’ / Ain’t got no love, ain’t got no name /…Ain’t got no god / Hey, what have I got? / Why am I alive, anyway?

Yes, the song contains positivity in tune and verse, but stripping the darkness from Simone’s work also strips away its incandescent light. It would be like taking Rodin’s Gates of Hell and shrouding everything except the seemingly peaceful thinker at the centre; or cutting the lightbulb from the top of Picasso’s Guernica and presenting it as a bright, merry, representative segment. Or a millionaire DJ taking Martin Luther King’s I Have a Dream Speech and turning it into a dance track during race protests and a global pandemic. But surely not even David Guetta would do that.

The reduction of such a deliberate and profound artist to commercialised snippets is saddening. In Simone’s case this is particularly true because of the highly unusual, powerful darkness that clutches her music. She has something rare. In Spanish, it is known as duende.

Duende

Rooted in Iberian cultures, duende derives from “duen de casa”, meaning “possessor of a house”. Originally the superstition of a dark, goblin-like spirit, it is now the concept of impassioned, death-endorsing, creative invention; typically associated with the performative aspects of Flamenco. In that context, poet and playwright Federico García Lorca describes its contemporary meaning (in his 1933 Buenos Aries lecture, Theory and Play of the Duende), as the “buried spirit of saddened Spain”. 

As a guitar maestro explained to him, “the duende is not in the throat: the duende surges up, inside, from the soles of the feet”. Lorca quotes others, one, after listening to Paganini’s violin, identified it as, “a mysterious force that everyone feels and no philosopher has explained”; or another, upon hearing Manuel de Falla perform Nocturno, proposed that, “all that has dark sounds has duende”. In Lorca’s own words:

For every man, every artist called Nietzsche or Cézanne, every step that he climbs in the tower of his perfection is at the expense of the struggle that he undergoes with his duende. Not with an angel, as is often said, nor with his Muse…

…With idea, sound, gesture, the duende delights in struggling freely with the creator on the edge of the pit. Angel and Muse flee, with violin and compasses, and the duende wounds, and in trying to heal that wound that never heals, lies the strangeness, the inventiveness of a man’s work.

Nina Simone embodies duende.

1968 © Hulton Archive

It exists not only within her more explicit protest songs, born of the Civil Rights movement, but is present in everything she did — a ferocity, fragility, sadness and authenticity that claws its way up her throat and flings itself from her open mouth. It’s an otherworldly channelling of something very few can access, but which audiences pray to feel. With music so steeped in darkness, using it to gleefully sell products is a comedy — a joke on the shamelessness naivety of consumers and marketeers — as well as a tragedy.

A Brief History

Born Eunice Kathleen Waymon in 1933 and raised in Jim Crow-era North Carolina, Simone was ambitiously desirous of becoming a concert pianist — an uncommon career path for a young black girl at the time. Despite obtaining the ability to do so, she was instead funnelled into performing a mixture of jazz, gospel, soul and folk. And blues, in every shade. Her voice — ostensibly untrained — was burnished in the fire of necessity: if she wanted to earn money in the clubs, she had to sing as well as play piano. She electrified audiences, but remained persistently dissatisfied with how she was received and perceived:

It’s only normal to want acceptance from one’s own country for one’s gifts God has given you. I’m tired of begging for it. It took me 20 years of playing in clubs, in nightclubs, on the concert stage doing all these records to get a decent, real accurate review of my gifts by the New York Times… It was the first time I had been compared to Maria Callas as a diva. All before that I had been labelled a jazz singer, a blues singer, High Priestess of Soul, which… I am not sure what that is. I have studied piano 18 years! So yes I’m tired. I’m too old to keep asking for love from the industry. (Nina Simone, 1984)

Elevated by activists and aficionados alike, yet shunned by the industry at the height of her popularity after vigorously speaking out for black rights (see: Mississippi Goddam), she evolved as an artist in parallel with the revolution of television; first appearing in grainy monochrome and then in saturated technicolour. In the 12-year period between 1959 and 1971, she released 16 studio albums. In the years that followed, before her death in 2003, she released just four more.

Pastel Blues

These days, the idea of albums is virtually defunct, Drakefied to an incoherent heap of songs occasionally “dropped” like laundry, to be worn or discarded at the listeners behest. But as with other great artists, if the extent of Simone’s depth and duende is to be appreciated, it is essential to listen to her albums — the home of her authorship.

Pastel Blues is a nine track, 36-minute LP, mainly of covers and blues standards. It was released in October 1965, eight months after Malcolm X was assassinated, seven months after Bloody Sunday in Selma, and two months after the Voting Rights Act became law. Arguably, it arrived at the height of the movement. Nina Simone was 32. Just imagine.

Although the title suggests something soft and light, underneath the label, the substance is preternatural. As you listen, watch the image on the cover transform from a gentle gaze into a pointed glare; a stare in stereo. Altogether, it is a marvellous enunciation of Nina Simone’s darkness, with which she writhed in body, mind, and soul to give us some of the most memorable artworks of the 20th century. Pastel Blues gives her duende its due.

Listen to Pastel Blues on Apple Music 

Listen to Pastel Blues on Spotify (1965 Live Version)

Listen to Pastel Blues on YouTube

Track-By-Track

Be My Husband

It opens with Be My Husband, featuring lyrics incidentally written by Simone’s own husband (and manager), Andrew Stroud. Slightly off-kilter, echoey, four-beat stamping and clapping, heightened by the tight splash of a high-hat, introduces a languid, yet driving pace. With purity of purpose, Simone’s voice drawls intensely into her opening repeated demand: Be my husband and I’ll be your wife / Love and honour you the rest of your life.

It suggests a woman pleading for the hand of her lover, committing to do all he would expect of a wife: If you want me to cook and sew / Outside of you there is no place to go. In return, she asks him only to curb his wandering eye: Stick the promise man you made me / That you stay away from Rosalie, yeah. This is presumably the intended (somewhat biased) perspective of the lyricist. But the way Simone sings it, with improvised shrieks dropping into deep, bassy groans, something quite different is suggested.

Nina Simone & Andrew Stroud, photographer unknown.

At this point, Simone was four years into an emotionally and physically abusive marriage with Stroud. Knowing this, it has far more resonance to picture her in a kitchen, staring down a boorish, unsatisfactory, and unsatisfying man; stomping on a linoleum floor, and throwing him a powerful, sacred ultimatum — give me what you promised. To imagine it otherwise is to imagine how Ed Sheeran might perform it — with the frivolousness of a millennial wedding on a sunny day in Surrey, and all the stamping, clapping vigour of a gaggle of giggling, inebriated aunts.

Furthermore, Be My Husband is effectively a re-worked chain gang song from the segregated south — a version of Rosie by the Inmates of Parchman Farm Penitentiary recorded in 1947 Mississippi by ethnomusicologist, Alan Lomax (and notoriously sampled by… well, well, well… hello again, David Guetta). The original lyrics ring out: Be my woman, gal, I’ll be your man… Stick to the promise girl that you made me / Won’t got married til’ I go free. Even aside from Simone’s interpretation, its genesis as a song of imprisonment immediately gives it a grimmer tone.

Nobody Knows You When You’re Down and Out

As it bows to track two, Nobody Knows You When You’re Down and Out, the heavy opening of the album is extended. A blues standard written in 1923, it was popularised by Bessie Smith’s 1929 recording and re-introduced to a new audience by Eric Clapton, who performed it throughout his career. Sam Cooke, Otis Reading, Janis Joplin, Bobby Womack, John Lennon, Derek and the Dominos and Duane & Gregg Allman all put their spin on it, with wildly varying degrees of quality, duende and notoriety.

It begins deceptively upbeat: Well once I lived the life of a millionaire / spending my money I didn’t care / Taking my friends out for a mighty good time. Simone’s version is no different as she lightly pads major key piano chords, but what immediately sets her rendition apart is the tremble in her voice. It sounds like she is singing through tears, not least when the song reaches its sobering bridge: Nobody wants you / Nobody needs you.

In Simone’s case, the song became painfully prescient. Following her fall from grace within the music industry, she left for Barbados in 1970, where she had an affair with then Prime Minister, Errol Barrow. Her subsequent divorce from Stroud limited access to her income, which he, as her manager, controlled. Also, due to an arrest warrant for taxes she withheld in protest at the Vietnam War, Simone was unable to return to the US, so ended up first in Liberia, then living across Europe. With little money to live from and few relationships to speak of, for a time, she came to epitomise the song.

End of the Line

The first fully original song on the album, End of the Line is initially carried by another deception of positiveness, this time through its melody; romantic and light despite the lyrics: This is the end of the line / I’ve clearly read every sign / The way you glance at me / Indifferently / And take your hand from mine. Such is the flowing nostalgia of the tune, it is plausible to imagine the same song with all words made positive (e.g. The way you glance at me / So happily / And place your hand in mine).

Divisible into two parts, the first has the feel of Simone sipping a martini in a Rogers & Hammerstein bar (perhaps offering some musical theatrical hope of salvation). The second, however, gives way to resigned sorrow, over a steady, rumba beat. Aside from showcasing Simone’s prodigious classical piano-playing ability — albeit only through twinkling, floral runs — the richness of her vocal tone spills forth, smoothly and lusciously, particularly in the second half. While lyrically it lacks the forcefulness of other tracks, its simplicity opens the door to Simone’s abundant musicality.

Trouble in Mind

Written in 1924, Trouble in Mind is another blues standard, but given its title, after three tracks of despair, it surprisingly brings a degree of levity.

The original lyrics (as sung by Dinah Washington, Janis Joplin, Jerry Lee Lewis, Ella Fitzgerald, Marianne Faithful, Johnny Cash and original recording artist Thelma La Vizzo) are far darker than this version. Typically, the singer, wrestling with the irrepressible demons of their psyche, contemplates suicide by train: I’m gonna lay my head / On some lonesome railroad line / Let the 2:19 train / Ease my troubled mind. Yet on Pastel Blues, it never gets that far.

While refrain of the song always concludes: I won’t be blue always / ‘Cause the sun’s gonna shine in my back door someday, Simone’s version leans more heavily on those lyrics than others’ versions; giving it a more hopeful perspective. She also dresses the music with a quicker, cheerier pace. Furthermore, instead of seeking the certainty and finality of a gruesome suicide, she resolves only that: I’m going down to the river / Gonna get me a rocking chair / If the Lord don’t help me / I’m gonna rock away from here. 

Given she was be known to perform the full lyrics on other occasions, it is an interesting choice to uplift them on Pastel Blues. In terms of the album’s full narrative, however, it makes sense to offer a moment of optimism, keeping us on an undulating journey of emotion, rather than wallowing solely in melancholy.

© Ron Kroon

Tell Me More and More and Then Some

The dynamic changes once again in Tell Me More and More and Then Some, as Simone hints towards her unapologetic, simmering, sexuality. Sex is known to have often enthralled her — as she wrote in her diary, “My attitude toward sex was that we should be having it all the time.”

Originally recorded in 1940 by Billie Holiday, Simone tweaks the lyrics to make the titular line more demanding, more desirous: I want more, more and then some. Accompanied by quivering, raunchy harmonica and clanging, insistent piano chords, Simone’s phrasing and emphasis draws lustfulness from the lyrics: You know how I love that stuff / Whisper from now on / To doomsday / But I never no no no no, ooh / I never, no I never, will get enough. It’s an erotic elaboration on Holiday’s already sultry interpretation, loading the request for whispered sweet nothings with a throbbing, sexual overtone.

Chilly Winds Don’t Blow

Chilly Winds Don’t Blow acts as a natural, also largely optimistic companion to Trouble in Mind, making Tell Me More and More and Then Some the bawdy, thick-cut meat between two, forward-looking slices of bread. That said, the song was previously released by Simone as single in 1959, as an even more upbeat spiritual, with denser orchestration and less of her signature vocal style.

On Pastel Blues, however, it is likely sung from a position of matured disappointment towards the unending hostility experienced by black Americans. With a sparser arrangement and greater vocal freedom, the new context is pointedly conveyed: There will be red roses round my door / I’m going where they’ll welcome me for sure, oh baby / Where the chilly winds, they don’t blow. Notably, as her piano rumbles, mimicking the sound of a rolling, cold wind, Simone also refers to her own maturity, as a woman. In this new version, she no longer wants to go where her father waits for her. Instead, it’s her daddy who will be waiting.

1968 © David Redfern

Ain’t No Use

Recorded in 1959 by Joe Williams and Count Basie, Ain’t No Use manifested as a break-up song. In that bright, brassy version, Williams croons at the opening: Ain’t no use of hanging round / Ain’t no use I put you down / There’s no love left / In my heart for you. In Simone’s rendition, the subject of the warning is much more ambiguous. When considered alongside Chilly Winds Don’t Blow and the tracks that follow, Simone instead implies a sense of exasperation, perhaps a desire to withdraw from broken American society, or the increasingly hostile music industry. She opens not with fallen love but accusation and fatigue: Ain’t no use baby / I’m leaving the scene / Ain’t no use baby / You’re too doggone mean / Yes I’m tired of paying dues / Having the blues / Hitting bad news.

To this point, Pastel Blues is a solid, often special, blues album, but here it really begins to soar; marking it apart. The underlying anguish of the blues is of course ingrained in the genre, but with Simone, her duende, fraught personal life, and civil rights activism, a dramatic narrative acceleration begins to emerge in the gap between Ain’t No Use and Strange Fruit (and again between Strange Fruit and Sinnerman). Without realising, tracks one to eight have been quietly coaxing you towards the edge of a cliff. The final two  rip through you, forcing you over the edge before you can pull back. Amidst the silence between the songs, everything that preceded becomes re-contextualised with a deeper, darker tone. Embrace the fall.

Strange Fruit

The majesty of Strange Fruit is well documented — in 1999, Time named it the best song of the century. It was written by Abel Meeropol — a white, Jewish sometime Communist, and real-life MacGuffin, who intersects with numerous historically important features of 20th century America, but never appears at their forefront.

As a student and then teacher at Dewitt Clinton High School in the Bronx, he crossed paths with a young James Baldwin and numerous other luminaries of American culture. After seeing a photograph of a lynching, he felt compelled to write; originally penning the words as an anti-lynching poem. Published in a teacher’s union publication, it concisely described the horror he had seen through the sinister metaphor of a seemingly innocuous fruit tree. He later set it to music and presented it to Billie Holiday, who recorded her socially and sonically remarkable version in 1937. In 1945, he gave up teaching to become a full-time songwriter under the pen name Lewis Allen (the first names of his two, tragically stillborn sons), most famously writing Frank Sinatra’s Oscar winning, patriotic short film and accompanying song, The House I Live in. Not only that, but in 1953 he adopted the two sons of Julius and Ethel Rosenberg — a Jewish couple famously executed for spying on America for the Soviet Union.

Abel Meeropol with sons Michael and Robert Meeropol in 1954, via Robert Meeropol

As for the song itself, if Holiday’s recording is classical — a regretful, tender jazz lament — Simone’s is something more modern, more openly enraged; a cutting, resonant howl; transcending genre. The arrangement is minimal and masterful at once, with often dissonant piano chords treading like distressed steps through fallen leaves towards the horrifying tree at the agonising conclusion. It climaxes with a literal wail as the end nears: Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck / For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck / For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop / Here is a strange and bitter crop.

Its intensity lent itself perfectly to the sample on Kanye West’s scorching rebuke of destructive celebrity relationships, Blood On the Leaves.

Sinnerman

Simone’s Sinnerman is virtually unrecognisable from the first, folky version recorded by the Les Baxter Orchestra in 1956. Baxter adapted (read: plagiarised) the song from On the Judgement Day, by the Sensational Nightingales, which in turn takes elements from the 1924 No Hiding Place Down Here, by the Old South Quartette. But much like Jeff Buckley’s version of Leonard Cohen’s similarly spiritual Hallelujah, Simone’s version remains, and will forever remain, the definitive iteration; the most copied, covered, celebrated and recognised; never bettered beyond that point.

As her Sinnerman evolves, it reveals the preceding short, eight tracks to have been little more than an (excellent) overture to this — the epic, operatic finale. At ten and a half minutes, it makes up nearly a third of the entire album. Brace yourself.

After the silent gap following Strange Fruit — another inhale between urgent roars — the first few bars are timeless, perhaps some of the most familiar notes ever recorded. Piano keys clamber over one another, skipping like a broken record. A foot taps out a light beat in the background. The percussion joins: a double-time, racing, hi-hat heart rate, yielding only to the occasional heavy, melodious thump of a double bass. Simone enters, Oh, Sinnerman, where you gonna run to? / Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?

1967 © Tony Gale

After Strange Fruit, the question takes on new meaning. Picture Simone in a deep purple Cadillac Deville n hot pursuit of a fleeing lynch mob; hood down, foot down, brow furrowed, engine roaring, steering on the edge of control. This toying with tumbling gives the song its energy. Like running down a steep slope, with the slightest misstep, all would be lost. As the beats impatiently trip over the piano notes, it feels like it’s constantly accelerating; never settling into a regimented pace.

After erupting into a minute-long call and response of: Power!, Sinnerman changes gear. A jangling, twanging guitar breathes heavily in contemplation of the next charge. The music fades, leaving only intimidating clapping, until the piano returns most wonderfully with a couple of pleasingly apparent (yet well-intended) mistakes; three or four notes missed, misplaced, or hesitated over as the tune searches again for its order among the tumult. When found, it resurges with renewed purpose; Simone audibly hyperventilating in anxious anticipation: So I run to the river, it was boiling / I run to the sea, it was boiling / All on that day. Judgement Day has arrived, and the devil is everywhere. 

(Should this masterpiece really ever be used to sell hatchbacks?)

It ends with a pleading prayer, agitated piano chords and chaotic drums: Don’t you know, I need you Lord?, Simone cries. Whether the prayer is answered, we’ll never know, but as the percussion takes over and batters us into a final, frenzied submission, it feels too late.

Exhausted and exhilarated, Pastel Blues is at its end. But within it, Nina Simone’s duende forever persists.

#music #women #art #nina simone #album #race #civil rights #duende #1960s music #jazz #soul

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#~{ the angel of music sings songs in my head | muse playlist }~ #[ It is still I do not push it | host persona nicholas ]

[creedencehale]

what’s up everyone, I’m Six and this is my bby girl Cree! I’m currently at work so I might be slow at plotting but I can’t wait to get the ball rolling with everyone’s muses, feel free to hit me up.

CREEDENCE LOUISE HALE

NICKNAME: Cree AGE: 29 (May 16th) HOMETOWN: Charming, California OCCUPATION: Owner of Hale’s Diner ALLIANCE: Civilian (Formerly aligned with Devil’s Disciples) MUSE BOARD: HERE

 FIVE SONG PLAYLIST 1.) To Zion, Lauryn Hill ft. Carlos Santana 2.) Like Smoke, Amy Winehouse ft. Nas 3.) A Song For You, Donny Hathaway 4.) Barracuda, Heart 5.) Baby I Love Your Way, Big Mountain 

 TRAITS + self-sufficient, pragmatic, loyal - reticent, shrewd, aggressive

TIDBITS

Named after her father’s favorite band, Creedence Clearwater Revival

Hasn’t been on a motorcycle for any reason in 9 years (too painful) 

An old soul, loves music, plays guitar, does a little singing on the side too.

A bubble bath is her favorite way to de-stress

 BRIEF BIO Charles Hale opened Hale’s Diner in 1975 after the end of the Vietnam war, desperately wishing to bring back the fifties nostalgia that he lost during deployment— and he succeeded. The diner became a hit in the small town of Charming and from there, Creedence Hale, his granddaughter spent nearly every moment within the walls of the old diner. Doing her homework at the counter while her Poppop served her her favorite strawberry milkshake, birthday parties and anniversary’s with in the dining booths, and even dancing to mow town records with her Gram’s as the day turned to night. Growing up in charming was a typical small town experience for Cree. She grow up with close knit friends, playing guitar and working shifts at Hale’s while trying not tip the balance between having a good time and staying out of trouble. It all went out the Window when she met Ricky. Everyone knew him to be bad news, but something in Cree made her curious and she wouldn’t rest until she got to know him. the two of them tangled together and were soon inseparable. With her parents and even her friends suspicious of the Devil, it felt like the two of them against the world for a time, but Cree didn’t mind, as long as they had each other they could face anything. The night Ricky died was like any other, he was set to fight an unscrupulous opponent who would go down in the last round for a big pay off, but at the last minute sucker punched Ricky in a fit of anger at the embarrassment of a soiled reputation. No one saw it coming, no one knew how to react when Ricky didn’t get up from the ground and Creedence could only scream helplessly in the background as she watched it all happen. Just like that, her entire world was cracked in two. Shortly after Ricky’s funeral Creedence left town, she couldn’t bare to live in Charming without him and the life they’d planned for each other. She packed her bags for Los Angeles and never looked back. She’s managed to score a job singing in a lounge, but instantly hit a road bump in her first month there: a positive pregnancy test. She wasn’t sure what her next move was at first, but decided to keep the baby, if not to keep ahold of her love for Ricky. Shortly after her son Charlie was born and she did whatever possible for them to live comfortably. It was a strange adjustment raising a child at 21 with little to no help, but the two of them managed, after all they were all each other had. Cree had no real intention of returning to Charming. while the town lingered in the back of her mind she kept her distance, staying in her urbanite bubble— that is until an urgent call from her mother sent her racing back home. It was a stroke her mother had and it devastated the woman’s entire life. She struggled to take care of the family diner that was now left to her after her father’s passing and so Cree begrudgingly made the decision to move back to Charming permanently and take over the family business. A year has passed and Cree runs things just a little differently, with the tensions between the Charming gangs slowly growing thicker and thicker, she doses her best to keep her restaurant and son out of the crossfire and her skeletons in the closet.

WANTED CONNECTIONS/PLOTS

Definitely old friends from her teen days or old friends of Ricky’s

I have a wanted connection for Charlie’s Uncle here!

anyone who tried to stir up trouble for her is also a plus, I welcome the IC drama whole heartedly  

#charming.intro #*bio

[sincerelynamkook]

Sincerely, Namjoon

Namjoon x Reader First POV

Genre: Soft/Fluff/Romance Word Count: 1989

Playlist: “Brown Eyed Blues” by Adrian Hood

On a tiresome evening and day 1000000 of missing Joon, you receive an unexpected letter...

[P.S. This is the first fic in a series I’m working on called “Bangtan Love Letters.” Hope you like it!]

6:05 PM.

 He hasn't called me or texted me. He usually calls during my lunch break because he knows how much I miss him and that his soothing voice is the only thing that gets me through my hectic work day. The fact that I haven’t heard from him all day is worrisome. I know he was still in NY today since they just finished their US leg of the tour so why the fuck hasn’t he called me?

I’m in the backseat of my Uber, stuck in traffic, contemplating whether or not to call him even though I know it’s highly unlikely he’ll answer due to their hectic schedule. I even contemplate texting Seokjin but he’ll probably just bring up the fact that I owe him homemade cookies since I lost our bet about whether Jungkook would cry at the last US show or not and I’m really not up for his mocking tone right now.

“Ma’am, we’re at your destination.” I hear my Uber driver say, bringing me out of my muddled thoughts. I quickly exit the car and walk up the steps to my apartment building, stopping at my mailbox to grab my mail and packages. That lavender oil and chamomile lotion I ordered for Joon the other day should’ve arrived. I take the elevator to the eighth floor, checking my phone every five seconds in case I missed a call or text. Nothing.

I enter my apartment and immediately charge my phone. My stress is at an all time high. I swear I’m going to kick his ass when I hear from him. I can’t live like this!

I take off my shoes, walk over to my floor to ceiling windows and open the blinds. I need some sunshine in my life at the moment. I grab my mail and packages and sit on my loveseat.

“Alexa play ‘Brown Eyed Blues’ by Adrian Hood.” I’m in the mood to feel even sadder I guess.

I decide to open my mail first and open up a few bills, ads, but then I come across a simple white letter envelope with no return address. My name and address are written in small dainty script. With a curious mind I open it carefully.

In it, is a handwritten letter. I bring it closer to me and I instantly get a whiff of his scent. My eyes get teary as I begin to read…

“My most precious sweets,

By now you’re probably wondering why I haven’t called or texted you. You’re probably sitting on your couch listening to ‘Brown Eyed Blues’ with your windows open. I wrote this letter 3 days ago knowing it would arrive today and that you’d be opening it around 6:45pm.” He knows me so well. My tears have begun to fall down my face.

“I wrote this letter as soon as we got off the phone because I instantly missed you. I’ve been gone for 3 months and it never gets easier being away from you. I was thinking back to the day we first met. It was back in 2017 right before the AMAs here in the states. You were prancing around Han River, drunk I might add, at 3 o’clock IN THE MORNING. Who in their right mind is out in Seoul at that time? Especially someone who was just visiting for a week? Now that I think about it, do you know how dangerous that is? Please don’t ever do that again baby. I’m so glad I’m the one that found you and not some creep.” I quietly laugh because at the time I did think he was a creep.

“But you looked so carefree and happy and so fucking beautiful. The moon was shining brightly on you and I could see the softness of your hair flowing in the wind as you twirled around and sang ‘Brown Eyed Blues.’ I know you don’t believe me when I tell you how beautiful your voice is but baby, that day I thought you were an angel that had come down from the heavens to explore this world. And then you messed up the lyrics, giggled loudly and almost tripped on the branches laying around and that was my chance to get close to you and be your knight in shining armor…until I also tripped and we came tumbling down on the ground. You laughed even louder thus making me laugh. But I knew, at 3:17 AM, when your face got close to mine, felt your soft breath on my neck and felt my heartstrings being pulled, I knew you were meant to be mine.” I am in full blown tears now, I get up to grab my box of tissues from my bedroom and hurry back to the couch to continue reading his letter.

“I don’t think I’ve ever told you this, but that day, at 3:17 AM, I fell in love with you. When you realized we were both still laying on the ground and that you were still in my arms, you looked up at me with those big brown eyes of yours and the world stopped for a few minutes. You slowly got up and gathered yourself, apologizing to me as if you were a burden bestowed upon me when in fact you were the greatest gift.”

I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths. He has to know that was the moment I fell in love with him too. When I calmed down from my high, and sobered up a bit from all the laughter that day, I looked up at him to find him smiling down at me with that dimple on full display. His hair, although it was mostly hidden by the big hoodie he had on, was that greyish/light brown hair I love so much and the wind was making it fall over his smiling eyes. I could feel his strength as he still held me tight in his arms. I don't know what it was, but I also felt my heartstrings being pulled. As if he was my red thread, the one I’ve been following all my life until it led me to him. 

“You stood up and held out your hand to help me up. The moment I touched your skin I felt goose bumps crawl all over me. I held your hand tightly and stood up. You looked so shy, tucking your hair behind your ears and quietly thanked me. I remember stifling my laughter because you still looked so drunk but you were trying hard to sober up, which is why I asked you out for some coffee. I was afraid you’d reject my offer seeing as I was this complete stranger but when I saw your lips form the word yes my heart burst with joy. We walked side by side along Han river until we reached a small empty café that was still open. You ordered your complicated latte but when you said no whip cream I secretly smiled knowing that you’re the type of girl that likes to be extra but yet are still simple when you get to the core. I remember talking for hours and hours until the sun rose and you finally  asked for my name. At this point I had already figured out your name but I was waiting to see if you had recognized me or not. When I told you my name, Namjoon, you rested your chin on your hand, squinted your eyes and said, ‘Namjoon? Like Kim Namjoon from BTS?’ I lifted my cup of coffee to my lips, smiled, and winked. From the few hours that we had known each other I learned you weren’t going to freak out like some crazy fangirl, but I also didn't expect your reaction of full on amazement.” I smile, remembering how speechless I was at finding out the guy who saved me from falling on my face was THE Kim Namjoon. I’m so glad I wasn't sober enough to actually freak out like the crazy fangirl I am.

“Your eyes got so big and you just said ‘wow.’ I laughed, thinking you were so adorable. When I asked you for your number, you were hesitant, but babe I’m glad you finally gave in and gave it to me. I can’t imagine what my life would be like if you weren’t in it these past two years. I know we don’t spend enough time together since I have such a hectic schedule but you never once complain about it and instead of being mad you have given me and my brothers so much love and support. I know they love you as much as I do.

You have brought so much love and happiness to my life. You are my muse. Every time I’m in the studio, you are the first thing that pops into my head when I’m writing lyrics. Every thing around me is centered around you and only you. I don’t ever want that to change.

By now, you’re probably sobbing like the big baby you are (even though you like to put up a front and act all tough).” I giggle knowing he’s right.

“I want to end with this; know that wherever I am, I am always thinking of you. I fall asleep with the image of you in my mind and I wake up ecstatic knowing you’re mine. Not a day goes by that I’m not hoping to be next to you, holding you in my arms, and breathing the same air as you. And even if I see you, I miss you. You’ve probably played ‘Brown Eyed Blues’ 15 times…but tell your Alexa to stop, and listen closely.”

 Wait what?

I tell Alexa to stop playing music. I tilt my head, wondering if I’m crazy for doing what he asked me to do via a letter. After a few seconds I don't hear anything besides the birds chirping outside my window so I finish reading the letter.

What I find in the last paragraph are the lyrics to “Brown Eyed Blues” and I faintly hear the beat of the song outside my door but I pay it no mind thinking it’s Alexa still softly playing the song.

“She’s got those eyes, those eyes,

That’ll see right through you

When she leaves,

I wanna leave with her too

And she’s on, my mind

Like all, all the time

When we touch I go weak

And I can hardly speak

And I hope she thinks about me

Cause I’m always thinking of her”

I hear someone softly singing outside my door. My heart starts to beat rapidly. I walk slowly towards it, not ready to see who's on the other side. I hold the letter close to my heart as I reach the door knob.

I slowly open the door and find him standing there with his hands inside his pants pockets. His silver hair is styled neatly. He’s wearing his Katazurizome Yukata jacket that I love so much even though I give him shit all the time about how expensive it is.

My tears don't stop falling down my face. He takes a step closer, then another one, until he’s right in front of me softly wiping my tears away. His soothing voice is still singing our song… 

“I just wanna hold her hand, be her man…” He grabs my free hand with his left and brings it to his chest, pulling me even closer to him. I let out a sob. 

“I wanna know if she’d take a chance, Cause I’m still not revealing, Cause I still get the feeling, That loving her is a game I’ll always lose, I got the brown eyed blues”

He hugs me tight, I rest my head on his shoulder freely crying like a big baby.

“I missed you. And even when I see you, I still miss you” He softly whispers in my ear.

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[imfallingdown-icantwakeup]

Carry You

Fishmonger’s Daughter Chapter Seven: Carry You

Word count: 6.7k

Taglist:@chipster-21 , @a-banana-for-your-thoughts , @ultracolorfulnerdcollection, @cthylla-rlyeh

A/N: So, here we are. Seven years later lmao. The song Jask sings is Carry you by Eurelle and Fleurie. I took out some lines, kinda fit it together to what I wanted said blah blah blah. I have a playlist that I listen to that reminds me of Jask/Elowyn if you guys wanted that? Idk. Just naming off shit. Anywhore! Hope you like it! XOXO

 “Had enough to drink, Rose?” Jaskier taunts warmly as he escorts her out of the mansion and into the courtyard. They tilt softly along the path, both swaying slightly as they take their time while Jaskier hums a soft tune. It seemed as if they were taking time to soak in the justification for familiarity, a part of them always touching as their drunken giggles drift midair. Elowyn merely throws her head back in roaring laughter once she realized he was whispering to her and not the angels that seemed to always follow him, trusting the man unequivocally as he takes control of guiding her.

               “Who can say no to free alcohol?” She asks, her voice loud and buoyant. They lock eyes as they come to a standstill at the doorway, Jaskier getting lost once again in the expanse of her eyes. Ocean eyes, he muses as he drowns fully in her dark stormy seas. Yet another song to add to the collection.

               “Apparently, never you.” Jaskiers’ voice is hushed as he mutters lovingly to Elowyn, her laughter dances around them as they enter the crisp air of night. Elowyn starts shivering slightly as the wind passes over them, a kiss of the soon approaching fall leaving her almost breathless. Jaskier, ever the gentleman, shrugs out of his doublet, leaving him in his under shirt as he places it around her shoulders.

               “I expect that back sometime, you know.” Her cheeks were ever reddening, whether it was from the wine or his words he’ll never know, as she pulled her arms through the well-worn fabric. The cuff came to her knuckles, almost swallowing her hands in the fabric with the hem coming lower on her hips, almost her leg as she stood tall and proud next to him. Her smile was brighter than the sun itself as she shone beneath his sweet gaze, and he was lost in the moment. Elowyn breaks away first this time and looks around, tiny devils brightening in the dark embers of her gaze as they land on what she desired.

               What would I do to have her look at me like that?

               “Mm, I’m not sure. I think this compliments my frame fairer than it does you.” She teases over her shoulder as she goes to her prize of fallen branches. Presumably for a fire.

At just this moment she had gone to bend down, the doublet coming around to frame her curved thighs and round ass. Elowyn stood like this for a moment, one hand on a knee while the other straightened, causing her rear to shift up to one side. This triggered Jaskier to take pause and appreciate the magnificent sight that the Gods decided to grace upon him, her luscious curves alluring him in a way that had his heart racing as fast as before.

I wholeheartedly agree, little devil. It frames you much finer than me.

               “You wish.” Jask’s voice is husky and much deeper than normal causing Jask to clear his throat as he answers her just as she stands and Elowyn can feel his words awaken something from deep within herself. It was as if a deep chord in her was struck and she could feel it reverberate within her pulse, almost making her skin buzz as the smell of dandelions and lavender engulf her from within his cozy threadbare doublet. This did wonderous things as it swirled in tandem with the alcohol in her system, making her slightly sway on her feet as her eyes close, a small sigh escaping her lips.

                Jaskier walks up slowly behind her, hand skimming her elbow before he grasps it lightly. He turns her gently so she’s facing him, her eyes still closed. Jaskier tucked some stray hair behind her ear, fingers skimming the heated skin lightly while her eyes flutter open at the cooling sensation. The bard can’t contain the happiness from his smile- his eyes- the lightness from the touch of his skin on hers as she peers up at him. It was as if she were looking at the sun, her eyes scarcely peering open before being blinded with passion. It was devastating. This love shattered her very being and she worshipped along with the feeling of being truly broken, being wholly surrendered while under his vigilant angel eyes.

               “Would you care to dance with me?” He asks suddenly, his hand tangled in the soft tresses of her hair by her ear. Elowyn makes a face at him, pulling her lips between her teeth as she furrows her eyebrows before looking around.

               “There’s no music, Jaskier.” She could see his eyes sparkle like a diamond caught in the light, an array of emotions crystallized as he chuckles at her, his unoccupied hand pulling her to him in a swift moment.

               “How astute of you, little devil. There’s not. But if we stand still, this sphere is moving. Tumbling and turning through chaos, little ripples of the moon effecting this-this sphere. Can’t you feel it?”

               “Jaskier, that sounds-”

               “Shh. Humor me, Elowyn. Close your eyes.” Once she does, he can’t help but do the same. Jaskier sighs lightly before he tries not to think of the unpredictable beating of Elowyn’s heart that he can feel through his chest. He tries to tune out the sound of her breathing, how her warm breath fanned the embers in his heart and created a newfound love for her. Jaskier feels the slow pulling of the sphere, the moving of it going to the right-no, now the left. Always plunging and spinning, a new emotion being a new direction. “Now, do you feel it?” He asks. She doesn’t respond, merely places her hands up high on his chest, her thumb playing with the leather string with his mother’s ring attached. Jaskier keeps his eyes closed as he twists them around in circles, taking her silence as a ‘yes’ as his hand find the small of her back.

               They move together clumsily at first, Elowyn herself having two left feet, before she gave up and relied entirely on him. Feeling her relax against him, feeling her trust him as he moves them around softly in the dirt did amazing things for an already boosted ego. It made him feel like the most powerful being in the world.

               “Can you sing for me? Like-like before?” The rest of her question hangs unspoken in the air, and Jaskier grasps the meaning of the heavy words as they settle in his lungs. He can feel the words create tiny demons, her achiness allocating to him through their close contact. Before Maddox went crazy. Before something scared her and made her run from home.

Before I left and never looked back.

Jaskier knows of the demons that greedily eat the air from her. He holds his breath for a moment, realizing that this was her struggle as their feet ignited a fiery path down his throat as a deep pit rose in his chest. He could feel them run and stomp their feet at the bottom of his ribs, claws slice unfathomable wounds as they ascribe tightly to the walls of his lungs. They flap and fight, refusing to leave as he tries to take deep calming breaths.

It only fans their flame.

Jaskier takes a shaky breath before holding it in, trapping the demons to the walls that they desperately cling to. If there was a moment, even one, where he could take her demons and suffocate them, he would.

So, he did.

               “Depends.” Jaskier’s voice is airy and light as he exhales, Elowyn could barely feel the words bounce through his chest where her hands idly lay. Even though he wore no outer layer, his chest was warm and inviting with wisps of dark hair peeking over the edge of his shirt and Elowyn never wanted to leave. How many times had she imagined this moment happening, in the dark early hours of the morning by herself in bed? How many years had she waited for something like this to happen again after he left?

She places her forehead on his shoulder by the crook in his neck and slides her hands down his chest until they are comfortably sat near the bottom of his ribs. Here she could feel his heart stammer in his chest, and they moved slightly when he inhaled deeply at her touch. Elowyn closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth that made Jaskier distinctive. He was as beautiful from the inside as he was the out, the pure fire emanating from him palpable confirmation.

Elowyn felt the warmth of the sun emanate from him here causing her to giggle, the beat of his heart against hers made her bemused, she couldn’t believe the amount of his warmth that had pooled in all areas of her body, the beating of hearts mixing with the motion of the sphere seemed to be the song they danced to, each of them reveling in the other’s intimacy. Elowyn doesn’t know how much time passes as Jaskier spins them in small circles consistent with the pull of the sphere around the courtyard. Their insignificant lazy circles feeling like unadulterated rapture as his hands rest on her lower back, keeping her anchored to him.

               “Please. I could really use some heavenly melody echoed unto the world by an angel, Jaskier.” Elowyn whispers as she rests farther into him, and Jaskier is won over. How was he expected to turn down such a request, from her of all people? Especially when she was this close. He could feel the heat of her body heat up his aching bones, the fanning of her breath over skin made him melt completely under her touch.

She was a witch and she cast her spell on him. There was no other explanation with the feeling coursing through him, keeping him pressed against her as a sad melody came to him. He started humming delicately and Elowyn sighs deeply, feeling the thundering melody through her nimble fingers. What a joy, to feel him sing from the heavens straight to her ears. All just for her.

               “I know it hurts; it’s hard to breathe sometimes. These nights are long; you’ve lost the will to fight; It’ll all be alright- “He sings softly, his arms tightening around her while he slows their dancing to the pace of the song. He continues to hum, thinking of what he wants to tell her the most, the words always dying on his tongue before he has a chance to utter them. “You-u-u-u are not alone; I’ve been here the whole time singing you a song; I will carry you- “Jaskier continues his humming and Elowyn must swallow the thick lump that emerges in her throat. Her hands press a bit into his side, and he smiles even though she can’t see, knowing that she understands this song is for her. Resting his head on top of hers he continues, and oh, her sweet angel-

“I know you can’t remember how to shine; Your heart’s a bird without the wings to fly,” Elowyn thinks of their time together as children. Climbing trees and watching the bird from their nests. ‘I’m going to be like them and fly away someday, little devil. And you’re coming with me.’

‘Promise, Julian?’ She hears a younger version of herself ask as she tears up, pulling the fabric of his shirt between her hands in the present. She opens her eyes as Jaskier’s finger slowly traces the slope of her neck, causing her to look up with glassy eyes. Jaskier cradles her face in his hand, his fingers nestling in the hair by her ear. He couldn’t help but touch her then, emotions overrunning him as his thumb wiped the stray tear that fell.

“You-u-u-u are not alone; I’ve been here the whole time singing you a song; I will carry you” He sings tenderly while gazing directly into her eyes, meaning every word as they come to a stop. She was so close if he could just lean forward and ki-

“Would it be selfish of me to ask you to only sing that for me, Julian?” She asks. Jaskier’s heart sped in his chest as she drops his shirt, her hand coming to rest against his wrist by her face as his thumb continues to draw small circles on her heated cheeks. It’s been years since he’s heard anyone call him his birthname and damn if it didn’t sound like undiluted sin sodden from her lips.

               “Selfish, little devil? Never.” His voice is warm, as warm as the fire her breath had fanned in his heart. It took over him completely and he basked in the feeling openly, a loving look crossing his face making Elowyn blush.

               “Good.” She closes her eyes and leans into his palm, sighing in pleasure as they stand in overwhelming silence. Jaskier hadn’t seen her so content like this in years, since they were young teenagers if he had to guess. She was like a cat, flexing into his hand and basking in the warmth he provided.

               “Are you ready to chatter about what Geralt knows and I don’t?” Elowyn opens her eyes, the ocean inside of them raging. Raging with fear. He can see darkness swirling on the horizon, her mouth pursed as the gears start turning. She’s running from someone. “I can see it in your eyes; I feel it in your heart, Elowyn. What has you so frightened, my devil?” He mutters softly, fingers by her head running delicately through the absurdly silky hair that rested there as he rests his forehead to hers.

               “It’s- ugh. It’s convoluted, Jaskier.” The bard stiffens under her palm, hand dropping numbly to his side as the name he gave himself was a stark contrast than the birth name she muttered just moments before. Jaskier sighs greatly as he watches the familiar steps to her spiteful dance around the subject begin. She’s deflecting. She’s making excuses, trying to weasel her way- “Everything is such a mess- I don’t-”

               “If anybody would understand some of it, Elowyn- “He grapples, he only wants to help her, why can’t she see-

               “No. No, you wouldn’t understand because you left. You left like I was never reason enough to stay!” Her words sting more than any blow he had received, and he had been on the receiving end a great many times in his life. He takes a step back while still looking at her and Elowyn laughs humorlessly at him.

Her ache, tangible and haunting, burrowing and itching fervently under Jaskier’s skin as he realizes just how much turmoil he had put her through by never coming back. He thought he was solving a problem, this problem, but he only seemed to create this-this void in its wake.

“You don’t want to help me; all you want is a good story for your next song to croon to the masses. To be the famous Jaskier parading around like a fucking harlequin around the Continent. Loved and revered by all! Rivers of wine and not a care in the world nor a want for any woman or man. That is, as long as they spread their legs to accommodate such a lauded vocalist!” Her voice is shrill and filled with pain, and Jaskier felt guilt gurgle away through his being.

               “Fine. Then don’t talk to me. Talk to him.” He turns from Elowyn and starts to walk away, seeing Geralt standing in the doorway.

               “What are you-where are you going, Jaskier?”

               “To get your fucking horse!” He hollers back as he turns towards the shrill woman. “Is there anything else that you may need in my absence, Satan? Perhaps my first unborn child’s soul? Maybe the blood of a virgin, little devil?” Jaskier gestures wildly and avidly in animation, rage fueling his actions making Elowyn dip her head in shame.

The nickname that is usually uttered in delicate fragility is now spat out like venom tainting him from the inside out. Elowyn was taken aback at the sudden shift her anguished words made in him. She could feel him fall through the cracks of her fingers like dry sand. Disappearing from beneath, she couldn’t see the hole her words had gouged in his heart.

It felt like whiplash, the air that was once soft and incandescent was now frigid and insipid, the tiny demons Jaskier seemed to conjure from thin air taking residence under her ribs. It created a dull ache that even a deep breath couldn’t fix, suffocating her from within as her heart almost stops when he goes to move away from her.

               “Jask-Julian! Don’t you walk away from me!” I yell anxiously at his retreating back, his shoulders visibly tensing at his given name rattled in dread before he turns slightly towards me, pushing the sleeves of the worn shirt up around his elbows. The veins and muscles stood out as his hands flexed to fists by his side, and for some reason it sent a jolt of excitement through me like no other. Even when he fanned the holy fire of fury within me, he always had a way of being attractive while he did it.

               It isn’t fair.

I tug the gentle skin of my lip between worried teeth as our eyes clash, different kinds of spirit battling one another for their pure ascendancy as time drags on. I watch as Jaskier’s eyes soften, the tension melting away under the heat of our gaze. The move is so small, if I wasn’t looking I would have missed it, but he rolls his shoulders slowly as he shifts away from me, and I can feel the ever-growing wall erected in that moment as Jaskier scratches his neck absentmindedly before pointing towards the gate.

               “I’ll be back.” He mutters before turning fully away from me. I take a step forwards, not being able to let him go like this. ‘It’s not like I’m never coming back,’ Jaskier’s voice echoes in the back of my mind, ‘I’ll make you famous, little devil. I’ll have to come pay you your share- ‘

‘I promise, little devil,’ A young Jaskier chimes in. ‘A good bard never forgets his muse,’ Each step is another echoing voice, it’s the crack in her chest. The bottomless abyss. The hole devouring my heart like a ravaged animal, the torn pieces of my life shattering with his rejection, falling around me like ashes on snow.

               “Julian, please-”  My voice cracks painfully, the desperation painting my words fluidly. Jaskier’s step falters and maybe-maybe he will turn and come home-

               “Now you’ve gone and upset him.” I hear faintly from behind me. I stop chasing Julian then, and watch him begin to slowly walk away from me. Again. I feel a familiar radiating emptiness in my scalp and sigh as I rake a hand through my hair to relieve the ache.

               “Oh, shut up will you? I assumed you caused enough damage for one night to be gratified in reticence.” I bite at the Witcher, lashing out like a wounded animal. I turn then to see him standing still in front of me, hands on the hilt of his sword as he used it as a sort of cane.

Geralt seemed to steady his gaze on me while he stands still, but I don’t let it bother me. He had all the pieces he needed. He doesn’t need anything more from me.

               “The same could be said for you, Rose.” Geralt sasses with a slight twitch of his lips, head nodding to the way Jaskier went.

               “Shut up.”

               “You know who she is.” He continues, taking a step closer to me, dragging the sword along with him.

               “How is my brother and his little fuck buddy any of your concern?” I sneer at him, taking a step back.

               “Why do you need to protect yourself?”

               “Why do you care?”

               “I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you, Elowyn.” His tone is taunting, as if he’s talking to a child as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He must be feigning a headache, trying to show me how much of a pain I cause him. The joke is on him, though.

               “And I’m trying to subtly avoid it, Geralt.” I reply sarcastically, glaring at him. I can see a determination in him, the way he purses his mouth and furrows his eyebrows at me is telling me that he hasn’t let this go. “First, you go and try to intimidate me to leave with your passive aggression and hostility. Now you are acting l-like a protector; to what do I owe my knight in shining armor?” He remains silent while still looking at me intensely. Like before with the beast. Nivellen. As if being silent will fix all his problems when being silent only creates heartache. “What is your problem? Are you truly deranged?”

               “I can see how wine loosens your tongue. Pretty slippery around Jaskier, hmm?” The sore spot he spoke of was fresh, red with oozing guilt and festering. He hadn’t given me enough times to lick my wounds before starting with-with his shit.

               “Do you even hear yourself when you speak?” I ask with a laugh. Geralt continues to stare at me expectantly. I sigh before I rake a hand through my hair again, eyes looking towards the stars. “Look, I get it. You and Jask have this-this little set up, right? He follows you around fucking backwater towns with some ungodly tale of blood and fire and he gets to sing. You get coin easier; he purrs of adventure to all who want to listen, and to even those who don’t sometimes. Win-win for you both. As life should be. You don’t like me- “

               “I don’t know you.” He interjects, causing me to look back at him. I stare at him a moment before smiling softly, a laugh emanating from me against my will.

               “Mm, then maybe we should try this again. My name is Elowyn,” I introduce with an extended hand, which he doesn’t take. “and I’d very much appreciate it if you decided to treat me like, I wouldn’t know, a human being.”

               “Humans aren’t known for being nice. Men rape, pillage, and plun-”

               “Fine. Then treat me as if you don’t want to kill me.” The pregnant silence that followed was full of mild satire. Geralt merely stared blankly at me, eyebrows marginally raising as the diminutive of twitches quirks the ends of his mouth. “You do that already, don’t you? Fuck, you know that you don’t make this simple, right?”

               “So, I’ve heard.”

               “You’re a good friend to him.” I tell him as my hand drops to my side with a small sigh. “You don’t trust me because you don’t know me. But Jaskier does.” The silence that follows isn’t as hostile that it was before as I relax in the presence of the Witcher.” You can ask him, I’m not particularly good with-with remorse. Never been good with words. But. Unfuck you or the such--like, I mean.” I stop myself from rambling, letting the apology hang in the air with a resigned sigh. “You get my point, don’t you?” Geralt stays silent but nods with an affirmative hum. “He trusts you, you know. Jask said that I could talk to you. That you don’t normally get involved with petty affairs. Not unless you get paid and seeing as I have little-to-no coin…Those women, in the cave. They worshipped Namira.”

               “Patroness of sundry, dark and rot. Mistress of Decay.”

               “I believe the technical term your looking for is cannibalism, Geralt.” I said. Geralt continues to stare at me, tension dropping from his shoulders as he considers me carefully.

               “You’re well versed. For never leaving home.” He actually sounds impressed while he concludes him close examination, gaze sweeping the small courtyard in the dark. I scoff at his incredulous tone, looking down at my feet as the memories flood me in small waves.

               “I believe it’s the only thing I know now, Sir Witcher.”

               ‘Leave me,’ Her lips are cracked and bleeding, her eyes glassy and dazed as I peer from behind the damp rocks. ‘Please,’ Blood pools around her from the open wounds on her arms, the bite marks shred the skin into ribbons where they had ripped the flesh with their dull teeth. The scarlet river bled into the stone around her as I extend my hand and run my fingers through the damp hair at her temple, my hand coming back red from the stickiness. ‘Don’t look back. Hurry, before they see you.’

               “Anthropophagy?” His tone snaps me out of my mind, my eyes flashing over to him as I shake my head. My hair came whipping at my face, a heavy sigh leaving my parted lip as I take a moment to asserss the situations Hoe was I to explain it all with nothing for him to base the truth over?.

               “Fuck, no. Have you not been listening?” A distress call interrupts me, the whinning of a horse calling to us. “Do you hear that?” I ask as I whip around, a sea of black meeting my unsensitive eyes as I look where Jaskier had left me what seems like  alifetime ago. I feel a rush of heat flow through me  the sudden urgency of the situation catching up to me theoufhg the haze of the dtrunks we bad earlier.

               “Quiet.” Gerztl hushes, his hand coming out before me as the other unsheathed the weapon from hi hands. I stand beside him nd strain to see in the darkness, Jaskier being on the flre front of my mind as I peer effortellsly around the Witcher.

               “No. Tell me what’s happening. Where’s- “

               “Hush.” Grealt chimes again, a tense harshnisess to his voice that was uninevitble. Jaskier had more than one friend, I had to remind myself in this moment of crisis. He’s on your side.

               “No, Jaskier is over there. If you won’t help, then get out of my way- “

               “Elowyn, stop.” The Witcher grabs my hand, causing me to trun a one eighty around to look at him. A look of confusion earps it’s way acrlss my face, eyebrows drawn tight at his sudden need for pphusical interaction. “Just shut up for a fucking second, woman.”

               “What’s over there? Tell me now, Geralt.”

               “I don’t know.”His voice is tenwe as it wahes through me, a splash of cold water clouding my thoughts as dread slowly seeps from my toes through my hair at his answer. I can hear the squeals of a dying animal through our conversation, Geralts eyes never leaving from the gate that was behind me. “Now shut up. Stay behind me.”

               Finally, something we could both agree with.

               Geralt takes calculated steps, his weapon drawn and set in front of him, ready for any terror that dared to jump in our way at the quest set before us.

               Find Julian.

               Geralt seemed to take his job seriously as I roll my eyes behind his back, his slow pace and careful eye boring me as I wish to push past him. He is the famous Witcher, the White Wolf himself. Why doesn’t he trust his own abilities in combat? As we approach the gate, I see the starkness of Jaskier’s white shirt against the pit of black before me and shake my head at the offending man.

               “Jask? Jaskier, what the hell are you doing all the way over there?” I ask as he continues to walk, staring to run as he realizes he had an entourage. I sigh at him, eyes never leaving the annoying boy as he runs faster toward something elusive, something away from me.

               “I don’t think he can hear you.” Geralt comments as he takes his own path separate to Jaskier’s and iit baffles me. Obviously he would see whatever was out here before we did, why was he being hopeless and following a different path?

               None of this mattered as I stalked behind Jaskier, scared of terrorizing from his calm trance as I creeped up a few feet behind his now still figure.

               “Jaskier. Jaskier, where’s Hamish?” I ask softly as to not startle him. ‘I know that you’re mad at me, I said some things.” I continue, hands splayed bare before me. Jaskier doesn’t move an inch, his back stilling as he stands perfectly still before me. I don’t anything of it as I saunter closer to him, his actions calling my attention as I continue to look over him.

I notice that a dark stain that creases over his elbow, and it continues over his torso as I become closer to the stoic man.

               Blood.

               “Ja-Jaskier!” I gasp loudly, the stains calling my full attention as I rush the remainder of the way towards him. “Geralt?” I call, looking around frantically, not seeing him anywhere near where Jaskier had wandered.

Shit.

“Fucking spheres. Geralt, over here! Jaskier, are you okay?” I ask, hands skimming up his shirt to assess his skin. My warm fingers glide his icy skin, causing him to tremble under my touch. His eyes are glassed over, as if he is in a haze. It takes a moment for him to come back to me, the vigor in his eyes gently returning as my hands trickle insignificant circles over his vulnerable skin at the base of his rib cage.

               “Did you hear that, Elowyn? The singing?” He asks evenly, eyes reverting to themselves with a sparkle as his hands catch my wrists, stopping my fingers mid-motion.

               “There was no fucking singing, Jaskier! Are you okay?” I ask with urgency, my wrists breaking free as my hands come to his arms. Jaskier seems to look through me and peer at his surroundings, an annoyed huff exhaling from him.

               “There was. Geralt, tell me that you heard her.” I scoff at him as my hands rectify that he has no wounds before I slap him hard in the chest, present company be damned.

               “Jaskier, you can’t do that to me! You aren’t allowed to lead where I can’t follow, it’s not allowed. Not anymore. It’s a new rule.” I confess as I wrap my arms around him, heart hammering as I feel his hard chest pressed against my soft one, just like earlier when the sphere tempered our activities.

               “S’that right now? Why would that be?” He asks in a stupor, his arms tightening around me soundly, unintentionally squeezing me to him as he takes a deep-rooted breath.

               “Because I said so.” I mumble decisively, testifying into his chest, his heart, as the fear slowly wanes, a calm taking place in my bones the longer Jaskier kept me pinned to his upper body.

               It isn’t long before Geralt clears his throat, staying in the middle of a copper bath, a pile of ribbons that used to be a dark fur surrounding us utterly.

               “If my devil insists- “

               Geralt sighs once again, winning Jaskier’s attentiveness as he finally grasps the situation that we were put in.

               “Just. Go. Start a fire.”

               “But my horse- “Or what was left of it. Hamish. Oh, Gods the blood was horrendous. A deep heavy copper scent almost solidifies the air, weighing it down as it coated my airways. I feel the pressure of the air press against my breastbone, straining my lungs with each inhale as I cling closer still to Jaskier’s side, dandelions and lavender, him leaning heavily into me as I lead him inside of the iron gates.

His skin was cold to the touch, the result of giving me his doublet earlier. I try to take the jacket off, earning a scoff from Jaskier as he drags me flush with him, arm sneaking it’s way in through the open collar. He merely sighs slowly as he gives into the warmth, his body sagging into me as we get farther from the incident. Geralt stays in the mess, looking at the ribbons of flesh surrounding him calmly before sighing.

               “I’m starting to think nothing is good enough for the Geralt of Rivia.” I mumble to Jaskier as we continue walking making him chuckle. I smile and sneak a glance at him, his grin reassuring me that he was okay.

               “Only time will tell.” Jaskier says lightly as he shuts the gate behind us and Roach who was dragging a hoof on the ground. He pulls his arm from me and gently pads over to her, shushing her softly as he approached her. She stops her anxious behavior, recognizing Jaskier as he gently pulls at his own belongings.

He stands still for a moment, the battle over petting her or not raging in his mind as he bites at his chapped lips. Roach makes the decision for him, nudging him forwards slightly with her nose. Jaskier laughs lightly before walking back over with the blanket thrown over his shoulders, bedroll in hand.

               “Why do you do what you do, Jaskier?” I ask as I fall into step beside him, walking into the courtyard. I pull my hands into the sleeves, a physical reminder to keep my hands to myself and not reach out to touch him like I wanted to as I bump my shoulder into his tenderly.

               “What do you mean?”

               “Why do you-I mean, not to be rude. I’m not trying to stick my nose where it doesn’t belong. I’ve never been one to do that, you know. It’s just- look I’ve been thinking- “Jaskier laughs lightly as he came to a stop in the middle of the courtyard, unfurling the bed roll from the pillow and throwing it down and to the side before grabbing just one set of fingers that were poking out of his coat.

               “Would you do me a favor and finish one of those thoughts? Preferably, the first.” He squeezes the fingers gently before he drops them, and I smile at him before crossing my arms across my chest. I shake my head before I turn, going to look for the fallen branches that I knew were close.

               “Why do you put up with him the way you do? He’s rude and-and cheeky. And Geralt’s very pushy- “Jaskier’s laugh cuts me off as he walks in front of me, standing in my way as we get to the branches. He takes the biggest of the branches carefully, pulling them as he walked backwards to where his belongings were placed. He pauses when he doesn’t see me follow, watching as I pick up the smaller ones and place them in the crook of my arm before I follow obediently.

               “I think he’s exceptionally lonely. Lonelier than he lets on. Possibly even lonelier than he even realizes. When I found him he hadn’t bathed for over a week and with his travels? Trying to get him to hold a conversation for more than five minutes used to be like pulling teeth. The only person he would talk to was Roach.” Jaskier exacerbates as he throws the wood into a pile. I look at him quizzically as I squat and place the smaller branches in a circle.

               “The horse?”

               “No. The nymph.” Jaskier answers as he lays out his bed roll, throwing himself down without a second thought. I looked over my shoulder and stared at him a moment, admiring how his body had stretched and he had perched himself like a cat.

               “You think you’re funny but you’re really not.” I tell him and watch as a smile breaks over his face. My heartbeat starts to pound as I turn to the task at hand, hands going to grab the flint that resided in the pack I kept strapped to my hip.

               “Hmm, you’re right. I’m downright hilarious, little devil.” He responds and I can hear the smile that he wears as he utters the sentiment. I hear him sneer my nickname in the recesses of my mind, the angry words coming to bite me in the ass as I sigh, sitting back from the wood pile. I don’t face him still, but I can feel a change in the air. I can feel his skin prickle at the rigidness of my body against the space between us.

               “I said some spiteful things to you.” I mutter before I look down at the objects in my hands, my grip tightening as the edges dig painfully into the flesh there. For a moment, a blissful second, my fears leave me as I think of the words to tell him.

               “Mm. Did you?” He feigns innocence. his tone making me bark with laughter.

               “Very funny.” I strike the stones together, hoping for a spark.

Nothing,

               “I don’t remember what you’re talking about. We were dancing and then you asked me to go get Hamish. Don’t you remember, Ely?” I strike the stones together more forcefully, a sigh leaving me as I roll my eyes at his words.

               “Jaskier, I’m trying to be serious.” I emphasize my words with the clashing of stones only to cause a spark, catching the kindling on fire. I smile as I sit back a bit, letting the flames catch on the dried out lumber.

“Well,” Jaskier sighs from behind me, “if you insist.” I stand and turn to see him sat up, his elbows resting on his knees as his back curves into a slouch. I watch as the flames dance over his features, the fire catching his eyes just right as I see a sparkle in them, giving me the courage to speak even if the words are jumbled all together.

“The things I said. I-I said them out of anger but. I just-I wanted to say-” I grapple through them like a man dying at sea, the words escaping me as I look down. Jaskier must have sensed my desperation, his hand coming out to grab my own as he shakes it lightly to gain my attention. I look up at him meekly, the sincerity of my words washing over us calmly like the sea foaming against the damp sand.

               “I know, Elowyn. I speak enough for the both of us, remember?” He jests, swaying our hands. I smile brightly at him, his words washing into me like a pulling tide as I bask in the stillness. “Now, get some sleep,” He urges, pulling me to him as he lays back down.

               “What about the tents?” I ask as I sit beside him, not bothering to question his motives.

               “Fuck that complicated witchcraft. Come here, lay with me. Under the stars.” He continues as he lays on his back, arm stretching out in wide invitation. I sneak up beside him, tentatively laying my head on his arm facing away from him while he adjusted the pillow beneath himself.

               “If you wanted me, Bard, you could’ve just asked.” I mumble as I pull the blanket up and over us, snuggling down and scooting back into Jaskier’s warm chest, his body shielding me from the cold. Between the fire in front of me and the warmth radiating from Jaskier, I was almost too warm under the blanket of stars. A slight breeze chills the air, keeping my face cool as Jaskier chuckles behind me.

               “You think you’re funny but you’re really not.” My words from before echoing back to me warmly, causing me to giggle. “It’s for warmth. The wind.” He explains lazily, his words running short from exhaustion.

               “Isn’t that what the fire is for?” I question, giggles continuing to gush from me at his expense.

               “Fire’ll die.” He indolently murmurs with a sigh as he scoots himself closer, his chest flush with my back as he entangles our legs together, trying to get comfortable.

               “I don’t think Geralt wants to sit in the cold.”

               “I hate to burst your bubble but some of us need our beauty sleep,”

“Are you trying to tell me something, Jask?”

“Sleep, little devil.”

               And sleep, I did.