#I ALREADY WROTE THE OUTRO AND IT MAKES ME SO SOFT BUT THE REST IS SLOWBURN FLUFF AND IT'S SO HARD TO FINISH

[wrinkledparchment]

WHERE DID YOU GOOOOOO

to struggletown.

[marsbutterfly]

Hey there! I been really enjoying your written work. I was wondering if you could write a scenario about porco and his s/o 'getting it on ;) maybe a college AU? if not, just ignore it~

Covalent Bonding

WARNING: NSFW

Summary: Porco is struggling to finish his organic chemistry lab report and comes to you for help. The lesson quickly goes off-topic.

Note: First of all thank you SO much for requesting this, we really hope you enjoy it. I wrote the intro and the outro. All of the smut was written by my amazing wife @tsukidrama ALSO the word count on this is around 5.3k so this is a long boi.

tsuki’s note: ok the porno i watched for research purposes while trying to conceptualize this fic started with the lines “wow, i hope no one comes along to fuck me in the ass and jerk my dick off” and then the girl walks in holding a strap on and says “oh hey, i just came here to fuck you in the ass and jerk your dick off.” i did this for you, anon. i accidentally pulled out all the stops for this, and i regret nothing. i had so much fun writing this, and i am now madly in love with Porco also?? everyone always writes him as such an edgy bitch or a headass dom and i’m sitting over here like....... but he is... a soft baby.... who cries during sex, falls in love, and gives kisses...... just sayin

Colab with @tsukidrama 💕

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“We’ll cover Chapter 23 on Monday.” The professor’s voice echoes through the silent classroom. “Please make sure to submit your lab reports by 11:59 PM on Saturday night. E-mail me if you have any questions.” 

Before you finish putting all of your belongings in your backpack, you share a look with Porco, who sits by your right side. He looks just as ready to leave this chemical filled room as you are. 

Once you stand up, you feel his hand on your shoulder. As you turn around, he smiles brightly at you.

“Have you done your lab report yet?” Porco asks for the fifth time that week. You let out a burst of laughter. Butterflies soar in your stomach as his cheeks blush lightly, rubbing his neck in embarrassment. 

“I did the intro and the outline,” you answer, tilting your head as you place a hand on your hips. “You want help with yours, don’t you?” 

He starts laughing and avoiding eye contact with you. 

“Well I was going to suggest that we could do it together.” He smiles at you once again, and the butterflies in your stomach now travel through all your body. “But I would accept your help, too.” Even though he tries to look tough, Porco has always been shy, especially when it comes to asking for a favor.

You simply nod at him before grabbing his hand, “Let’s go get to work then!” 

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The setting sun spills into the large, windowed hallway, casting long shadows against the wall beside it. The two of you clatter down the stairs to the level below your classroom, where all the different labs are located. 

After peering through the dark window of a lab door labeled: ORGANIC CHEMISTRY, you punch in the security code that unlocks all of the orgo classrooms and labs (courtesy of your professor). The door unlocks with a small beep and the flash of a green light. Porco takes a few steps ahead of you, turning on the lights and checking to make sure nobody else has claimed the lab as a study space. 

You sit down at the lab table farthest from the door, and before you sit you take your laptop and notes out of your backpack. Porco thumps a textbook between the two of you as he sits in the chair beside you. He smiles gratefully at you, a gentle red blush still coloring his face. Once you’re settled down, you frown at him quietly. 

His face drops. “What wrong?” he asks, eyes filled with worry. You touch his hand and pull your chair closer to him, close enough for you to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“Much better!” you say, and Porco clutches his chest in relief.

“I thought you were mad at me!” he exclaims, “bitch.” he adds under his breath, but his voice is quiet and gentle, even more so than usual. He shoots you a playful look. The fluorescent lights of the lab makes his hair look blonder than it already is, and you reach up to tuck a strand back into place amongst its slicked-back brothers. You put your free hand on his neck and you notice goosebumps on his arms. A smile on your face, you speak again.

“Where would you like to start?” You look at him and notice he has his thinking expression on, consisting of his lips moving one side to the other and his eyes focused on the ceiling. A few seconds pass before he looks at you.

“Alkanes, alkenes, and alkynes” he says, squeezing your hand. “I still don’t know what the fucking difference is.” You look away, trying to hide your burning, red cheeks from him, but his words still bring a smile to your face. 

“Yeah, you better figure that shit out, huh?” you quip jestfully, and exaggerate your squeal as his hands shoot forward to tickle your stomach for your comment. 

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An hour passes while you two focus on his report. You spent most of that time explaining to him the types of bonds that differentiate aliphatic compounds, and end up just writing the opening paragraph for him. When you flip the textbook to the page that displays a chart that shows differences between the different structures, you can see from the corner of your eye that he very much does not care about the positioning of hydrogens and carbons. He's been staring at you for the past three minutes. 

You bite your lower lip gently, though you’re already losing focus as he’s undressing you with his eyes. You take a deep breath and stop typing.

“This isn’t my lab report, you know,” you say, as shifting your body to fully face him. “You could at least grab your note-” But before you could finish your sentence, you feel his lips on yours. It takes you a moment to realize what’s happening but, once you do, you wrap your arms around his neck as he touches your thighs. 

“I’m sorry. I really do appreciate you helping me with this, but you look so beautiful tonight.” He says, flustered. He looks at you with stars in his eyes. You tilt your head to the left as you try to hide the smile creeping across your lips. You try to look away but you feel his cold fingers touching your chin, forcing you to look at him. 

“You’re ridiculous, Galliard,” you say before closing the space between the two of you once again. You can feel him smiling against your lips. He quickly changes the focus from your lips to your jawline, leaving a trail of wet, gentle kisses as he makes his way down. 

A quiet moan involuntarily leaves your throat when you feel his fingers against your skin, slipping underneath your shirt. Your left-hand travels from his neck to his head as you disrupt the perfectly swept-back coif of hair. The smell of his hair gel and cologne mixed with the scent of your own perfume excites you even more. 

Suddenly, he removes his lips from your skin. You let out an annoyed whine, and open your eyes to glare at him. 

“Is this ok?” he asks, touching your hand. Your annoyances melts into a gentle smile as you lift a hand to touch his face. He snuggles his cheek against your touch. 

“Yes, Porco,” you reply, “Of course.” 

He nods, the faintest glimpse of a smile visible across his lips before he moves in to kiss you once again. One arm wraps around your waist to pull you closer, his other hand quick to travel from your face to underneath your skirt. He plays with the waistband of your underwear, trying to slip his hands lower. You softly hold his hand in place.

“Wait,” you say, a mischievous smile creeping onto your face, “I have an idea.” Porco wordlessly tilts his head and looks at you, incredulous. He looks confused yet adorable. 

“I have something. From last time,” you continue, pulling away to dig in your backpack. You toss aside a notebook and a pencil case before you find the drawstring bag you’re looking for. You pull it out by the strings. 

“Ta-da!” you say, presenting him with the bag. His eyes go wide with realization. 

“Shit,” he says under his breath, “You’re serious, aren’t you?” 

You nod, accidentally smiling a little too brightly. 

Porco chuckles nervously, a dark blush spreading across his cheeks. “Here? In the lab?” he asks. 

You nod. “Here. In the lab.” 

He looks at you, then at the bag, and then at the door and the closed blinds covering the windows. His eyes come back to you, and again to the bag, then to finally lock with yours. His face is burning even redder now, but he nods. 

“Okay, let’s do it,” he agrees, “I trust you.” 

Excitement stirs deep in your gut. You pull open the bag and take out its contents to place them on the lab table. It thuds lightly against the table, bright pink textured silicone standing out against the dark wood. From its well-defined head to its base, the dildo sits about six inches long. A metal ring holds it in place against a black nylon harness, with another inch or so of silicon balls underneath. A small, half-empty bottle of lube clatters next to it along with a couple of brightly colored condoms you snagged from the free bowl in front of your RA’s door. 

Porco looks away, nervously scratching his neck as you pick up the harness. 

“Come on,” you tease, sticking your leg through the maze of straps and buckles, and then the other. You pull it all the way up, securing it at your hips underneath your skirt, which tents around the pink phallus betwixt your legs. “Now… do I need to tell you to bend over?” 

He shakes his head and shoots you an eager look, quickly unbuckling his belt and undoing his zipper. His jeans hang loosely around his hips as he rests his forearms against the lab table, stretching out and arching his back, ass on display. 

You admire that shit for a moment before you press yourself against him from behind. You kiss his cheek, and softly brush your lips against the outer shell of his ear, relishing the shiver you feel travel down his spine. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he whispers, grinding his ass into your hips. You giggle, bucking your hips into him playfully as you kiss his cheek once more. 

Your hands rest gently on his hips as you slip your fingers into the belt loops of his jeans. Once they’re hooked around your fingers, you gently pull them over his ass. He doesn’t even give you time to get it halfway down before he reaches down with one arm to pull down his boxers as well. The giggles come back to you as you help him free himself of clothing. 

“Don’t laugh,” Porco whines, covering his eyes with his hand, “it’s embarrassing.” 

“You’re just cute,” you assure him, “I’m not making fun.” The cap on the bottle of lube pops open with a snap, and you pour a generous amount of it on two of your fingers. You take a step closer to him, setting the lube down on the table as one of your arms snakes under his shirt to wrap around his chest. The other slides down his spine, over his tailbone to trace the curve of his ass. Porco’s breath hitches in his throat when your fingers reach their destination, softly prodding at the entrance. 

“Ready?” you ask, speaking softly in his ear. He nods vigorously, breathing hard. 

“Please,” he says. So you give him what he wants, and slowly push in your slicked fingers. 

Porco just gasps in response, his head dropping below his shoulders. He isn’t nearly as tense as he was the first few times you did this, and your fingers easily sink to the second knuckle. You gently move them in and out. With your other hand, you gently trace your thumb against the soft skin above his solid pectoral muscles. Gently, you plant a kiss on his shoulder. 

“Are you okay?” you ask, rubbing his chest. 

He turns his head towards you, his face flushed. “Totally fine,” he says breathlessly, and you feel him opening his legs wider to accommodate you. 

You press your cheek against his shoulder, shifting your weight to a more comfortable position. Porco tilts his head to look at you. He doesn’t say anything, just looks at you with wide eyes. You move your fingers inside of him, trying to find the angles he likes. You press against something you find promising, and he confirms it with a sharp intake of breath. 

You thrust deliberately and carefully, and once he starts to get more into it, you begin to scissor your fingers ever so slightly. Porco gasps, and gently rocks back against you. His eyes slip closed, his lip parted and his blush darkening in his cheeks and spreading down onto his neck. 

“Y-you can put another one in,” he mutters, so quietly that you can barely hear him. 

“Hmm?” 

Porco grunts in frustration. “You know exactly what I said, you asshole!” 

You can’t help but smile as you oblige his request. You slow your pace as you ease in the third finger, but the combination of lube and his enthusiasm makes it a short-lived adjustment. He grinds into your hand, and you tilt your fingers to again find that sweet spot inside that elicited the little gasps and moans he was trying so hard to muffle. You soon begin to move more freely, thrusting nearly all the way inside. Your fingertips twitch inside of him, and to your absolute delight, he lets out the sweetest and most delicate moan, though he tries to muffle it with his fingers. His shoulder blades jut into the air as he pulls his own hair, hips squirming. 

“Fuck,” he says into his hands, “fuck, you’ve got to give me more.” 

“What do you want, Galliard?” you ask, though you’re fairly confident that you know the answer. 

“Damn it, put it in!” he exclaims, still muffled. “Fuck me, Y/N...” 

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” you say in a tantalizing manner, smiling cheerfully as you reposition yourself behind him. You squirt a generous amount of lube into your strap on, careful to coat the length entirely. Your hands lay gently against his hips, lining yourself up with him before you use one hand to guide the head of the pink silicone dildo into place. 

“Okay,” you say, partly to ready yourself, and partly (mostly) to ready him. Porco whines in anticipation, and you don’t deny him. He spreads his legs just a little wider to lower himself, and you rise up on your toes to meet him. 

You push your hips forward slowly, making sure to listen for signs of discomfort. Porco moans, this one poorly muffled and loud. One of his hands slaps against the table for support. 

“Don’t stop,” he says, his breath hitching in his throat, “please, don’t stop.” 

No discomfort, then. You continue on. 

Your fingers tighten their grip against his hips, digging into them for leverage as you thrust your hips. Despite the fact that you aren’t quite as tall as he is, or you aren’t as practiced in your thrusts as he is when he fucks you, you like to think that you’re good at what you do - based on the low moans and intermittent gasps and whines, Porco certainly seems to be having a good time. After all, he let you fuck him again. And in the lab, at that. 

Porco shifts positions, and you notice one of his hands has disappeared in between his legs. You notice pressure building between your own, but ignore it in favor of grabbing the bottle of lube. The cap clicks open, and you pull your hips back just long enough to squirt a little bit onto the silicone dick before you push it back in. Another haphazard squirt into your own hand, and you reach around his body, nudging aside his hand to replace it with your own. 

“Some for you, and some for me,” you say, snorting at your own joke. Porco just moans in response to your touch, biting his knuckles. 

Your hand wanders up from his hips, fingers wandering up to brace against the muscles on his back, through the shirt (but better than nothing). Still wandering, your fingers rake through his hair from the back, twisting the blonde locks hard enough to tug, but not painfully. Porco’s shoulders slump, his arms and head both flat against the table top. 

You let go of his hair, raking your nails down his back until you dig your fingers back into his hips. You pull out slightly, readjusting your foot stance for a better angle and shifting so that you can better reach around to stroke his cock. 

When you push back in with the new angle, Porco lets out another exclamation of pleasure, much louder this time than any of his previous vocalizations. Warmth pools between your thighs at the sound, but you can’t help but get a little bit nervous at the idea of actually being caught. 

“Shh,” you hiss. Between his (admittedly, wonderful) noises, the slapping of your thighs and the creak of the wooden lab table, you’re pretty sure that anyone who walked within 10 feet of the door would know exactly what was going on behind it. 

Porco mumbles something unintelligible, and he doesn’t make any attempt to clarify. You quicken your hips’ pace while your hand stays tight around his cock. You rub your thumb over the tip gently before stroking down the entire length. The lube is slippery, and it makes you work to keep your grasp - your grip tightens as it slides almost entirely out of your hand, and Proco loudly groans again at the increased pressure. 

“Shh,” you reiterate, more forcefully this time. 

Porco groans, lifting his head to look at you. “Oh… You shut the fuck up.” 

“Ooh, sassy. Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?” you chide, lightly smacking his ass with your free hand. 

“Do not talk about my mother right now,” he says, voice strained. 

“Mm,” you agree. Your hand cups around his ass before you allow your fingers to drift up the curve of his back. 

His cock twitches, and you again rub your thumb around it’s head before you go back to pumping along the shaft, twisting your hand the way that you know he likes. 

“Oh,” Porco whimpers. His cock pulses in your hand, and you stroke him hard and fast as you feel the rest of his body going rigid. “Oh fuck.” 

His back arches as he cries out, shuddering beneath you as his cock spills hot cum over your hand. You slow your hips’ pace and rub his back soothingly. You press your cheek against his back, the closest you can get to him. 

“I got you,” you say over and over again as he twitches below you. “I got you.” Another rope of cum drips down your hand. Where his arm overlaps yours, he holds you to his body tightly. You notice that he’s still shaking, so you continue to rub his back. 

After a few seconds of heavy breathing, you raise your hips and pull the dildo out slowly and carefully. 

You touch Porco’s back softly and hug his shoulders from behind. “You okay?” you ask softly. 

He nods, turning his head to face you. His face is flushed and sweaty, his normally impeccable hair skewed out of place in every direction. He looks at you with glazed-over eyes the size of the moon. You lean in to kiss him. 

Porco pushes himself up from the table to cup your face with his hands, kissing you back deeply, with passion. You smile as he kisses you. 

“What’s so funny?” 

You nuzzle the tips of your noses together. “I’m not laughing, I just love you.” 

He pulls you in for another kiss, and this time, you can feel him smiling too. 

The two of you stay like that for a moment - kissing, and of course, Porco’s hands (predictably) end up wandering underneath your shirt. As he explores the expanse of skin beneath, you become acutely aware of the way he’s pressing his leg between yours. Your breath hitches as he nudges the strap on harness up in a way that a strap brushes right up against your clit. His hand finds your breast, and circles your nipple with his thumb. 

“Again? Already?” you ask, bemused, but still very willing to be convinced. 

“It wouldn’t be fair,” he pouts, still thumbing over your nipple torturously, “You got to fuck me.” 

“Well, you’re the one who’s scared of getting caught!” you exclaim, and gasp at the sensation. 

He takes a moment to think, and his hand moves back down to your waist. “I would rather be caught fucking you than be caught with you fucking me.” 

You laugh while you shrug your shoulders, then loosen the straps from around your hips. The harness falls, but you catch it on one of your ankles and toss it on the table near your bag. The pink silicone dick points upwards, the shaft glistening with lube. 

“Okay,” you agree, slipping your underwear off and tossing it the same way next to the strap on. “You can fuck me.” 

Porco’s lips curl into a smirk you know all too well. You prop your elbows up on the lab table, sticking your ass out in the same position you fucked him in. 

“No, no. Turn around,” he tells you, “I want to see your face.” 

Your fingers lightly cover your mouth in embarrassment. “Awww, Porco. You love me…” you tease. 

He blushes and looks off to the side. “Shut up. Of course I love you.” 

“I love you too,” you remind him soothingly, stepping into his grasp. His arms snake around your waist, and you rise up on your toes to kiss him. It doesn’t take long before his hands wander to slip underneath your already hiked-up skirt. 

You flatten your hand against his chest, and as his fingers brush against the apex of your thighs, your fingers curl, and take a fistful of his shirt with them as you gasp. He kisses your cheek, and makes his way down the side of your neck. You squirm against him, slapping your hand against the table blindly until your fingers feel that familiar crinkle of a condom wrapper, and you pull away from him with a huff, and then yank his shirt. 

The two of you stumble backwards into the counters at the back of the classroom, with you guiding him. You spin him around so that his ass is backed up against the counter. 

“Get up,” you say, releasing your hold on him and gesturing. 

Porco laughs as he looks behind himself, then uses his arms to boost himself up to sit on the countertop. He slides a box of microscope slides closer to the scope they were meant for. 

“We would be so fucked if we broke those,” he says. 

You look at him hungrily as you tear into the serrated plastic edge of the condom wrapper. “You’re gonna get so fucked anyway.” 

He smiles before lunging to grab you beneath the arms, tugging you up on the counter with him.  You laugh and kick your legs as you scramble to balance yourself on the smooth linoleum.

“Technically, you already did fuck me.”

“Yeah, and now I’m gonna fuck you again.”

Both of you burst into laughter as you straddle his lap. You throw the condom wrapper off to the side, and focus on rolling the condom itself down Porco’s cock. Once your hand reaches its base, you lift your hips to position yourself above it, but Porco’s hand touches your wrist to stop you before you have the chance to lower yourself down. 

You look up at him expectantly, only to be pulled into another kiss. Immediately, you forget what you were doing as you feel yourself being wrapped up in his arms, his smell, his lips. His hands wander up your body, flattening against your stomach and cupping your breasts. You shudder as his thumb circles around your nipple again, and you instinctively grind your hips into his. When Porco finally breaks the kiss, he reaches between you to line himself up. 

Some kind of noise rushes out of your throat when he finally guides your hips down, and you finally get the gut-punch you had been aching for as you let your knees slide apart further to take him in. Thighs trembling, you brace yourself against his shoulders for support until you can’t go any further. He guides your hips back up again, and then again until you find the strength to move on your own. 

Once you’ve established a rhythm, Porco kisses you again, sloppily this time. You grind your hips down, and he groans into you. 

“Mmphh,” he mumbles into your lips, “you’re so fucking sexy.” 

As you bounce up and down, you swivel your hips in tight circles. Porco keeps one hand on your waist and lifts the other to grasp your breast, twisting the nipple just enough to make your eyes roll back into your head. 

“Tell me more about it,” you tell him, voice cracking. You double down on your efforts, bouncing faster and now squeezing down around his cock. 

Porco digs his fingers into your skin, and bucks his hips up to meet yours. “You feel so good. If I hadn’t — fuck,” he chokes as you bounce down particularly hard, “—if I hadn’t just come, you’d already have me in pieces.” 

Another bounce and purposeful grind of your hips and his head drops forward with a whimper. You smirk, though you know he can tell you’re coming unraveled, too. 

“I can get you there again.” 

Now that he’s worked up again, that beautiful flush has come back to stain his cheeks. You feel yourself losing purchase as you move against each other, but you don’t care. 

“You sure as shit will if you keep going like that.” Porco gasps, thrusting up into you hard, and you couldn’t control the noise that comes out of your throat if you tried. 

The both of you are breathing heavily, moving against each other with an increasing desperation as you both get closer to finishing. Porco’s hands are back at your waist, gripping so hard that you fear it may bruise, but this only encourages you. Your arms snake around his neck, and you cling to him as you press your forehead to his. Your fingers rake up into his hair, pulling gently and further knocking it out of place as you wrap your fingers in the long strands on top. 

You whimper as you feel the pressure inside of you building, every stroke inside you stirring up more and more inside of you. Your body moves on its own against him as you feel yourself reaching the edge. Everything from the sweat sticking against your skin, to the way he pulls your body into his like you’re all he needs, excites you. You love the way you’re completely wrapped up in him, with his touch against your skin and his smell in your nose and his cock bottomed out in you, pulls you over the edge. 

He kisses you as you come, muffling the moan that rips itself from your throat. He wraps his arms around you tight, though he doesn’t slow his pace. You do your best to keep your legs open for him as your orgasm hits you. You crumple into him, toes curling as he thrusts up hard into your oversensitive core. 

Within seconds, Porco buries his head into the crook of your neck, letting out a choked groan. His cock twitches inside of you as he comes for the second time that evening. You stroke his hair, gently kissing his temples as he finishes. His arms tighten around you, and you rest your head atop his. 

You stay like this for a minute or two, enjoying each other’s presence as you wait for your legs to stop shaking. Once strength returns to your body, you reluctantly move your hands onto his chest for support as you push yourself up, shifting your right leg to the other side of the counter, you feel his dick leaving the warmth of your body as both of you let out one final moan. 

As your feet hit the floor, you watch Porco quietly struggling to get the condom off and a gentle giggle escapes you. 

He meets your eyes and you see his blush darken. 

“The lube is making this harder than it should be.” He says quietly. You bite your lip, holding in a laugh. Hopping off of the counter, you walk towards your backpack and look around the inside for a few seconds before finding a small towel.

“Porco.” You call his name before throwing the cloth in his direction. A smile never leaves his lips as he grabs it midair.

“You really came prepared, didn’t you?” He says. You simply shrug your shoulders before flashing him a smile of your own.

“Of course, you never know when you’ll get to peg the boy you’re desperately in love with.” You say as you focus on fixing your own clothes.

He stays quiet for a few seconds before murmuring something underneath his breath. “Huh?” is all you say, trying to get Porco to repeat himself. 

“You’ve never said you were desperately in love with me before,” he says as he wraps the (finally) removed condom in a piece of paper he took from his own notebook, “or that you were in love with me.” 

You feel your cheeks burn as you look away, trying to avoid his gaze. “I thought it was obvious. We say ‘I love you’ all the time.” 

Once his pants are back on, he quietly walks towards you before reaching for your hand. His cold fingers are soft and gentle as he pulls you in for a hug.

“I don’t know, it feels different for some reason,” he says softly. 

You nuzzle your face against the side of his neck while wrapping your hands around his back. A sense of calm washes over you. 

“But I’m in love with you too,” he whispers, and twirls a strand of your hair around his finger. You lift your head to press your lips to his. He kisses you like you’re the only two people in the world, and his smile against your lips makes your heart skip a beat. 

After a few seconds, he pulls away and looks around the lab. On the counter, can see the perfect print of his ass cheeks in lube. He shakes his head and reaches for the towel yet again.

“We better clean this place up a bit,” he observes, and you nod in agreement. 

While Porco focuses on making sure there is no lube (or cum) left on any surfaces, you put the dildo back in its bag, along with your study materials. 

It takes a few minutes, but soon enough the room looks exactly like you found it. All you need to do is put Porco’s laptop away when suddenly you two are reminded of the reason you went into the lab in the first place.

“Shit, my report!” He says as he covers his mouth with his hand. You slap your face, and just one look at him tells you that your work isn’t over yet tonight. 

“Let’s go to the library so that we won’t get distracted again.” you tell him, “and we’re going in a communal area because if we get a study room we’re gonna end up fucking again.” You grab your backpack and walk towards the door, the blonde-haired boy following closely behind, carrying his laptop in one of his hands.

“Aww, would that be so bad?” Porco teases. 

“It would be bad for your chem grade.”

Neither of you say anything as you descend the final flight of stairs, but as you are about to leave the building, you feel him lacing his fingers with yours. A blush creeps over your cheeks as you walk right next to him, making sure that, not even for a second, your hands will drift apart. 

Porco has been here for you ever since you enrolled in college, rooting for you and taking care of you. In your head, you make a promise to yourself to never let him go. Not only because he’s the perfect man for you, but also because there’s nothing you love more than the expression on his face while you fuck him in the ass. 

One more look at him, and you turn ahead to face the lights of the street ahead of you, getting lost in your thoughts as you walk towards the library. 

You appreciate all the time you spend with him and deep down, you pray that this lab report will take even longer than you think it will, all so you can stay close to him for as long as you can.

[moondustaeil]

⋅ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ : studio night : fluff , crackhead content (??)

⋅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ : Kun x reader

⋅ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 1.3k

In front of you were numerous sheets of paper, inked with black pen were different words or even little sketches that Kun drew. They remind you of the doodles you would leave in your textbooks when you were young: small at first but as time goes on, it only grows bigger and messier. The only recognisable word is your name, scribbled thickly by Kun's hand.

The pen is still in his hand right now, though he merely holds the tip of the pen against a blank sheet. The urge to start doodling is big but the guilt of not being able to write a song is bigger. From songs about money, to songs about unrequited love, to songs with the underlying sex message. He felt like he had written every kind of song already.

"Don't you have some of those inspirational quotes that can help me?" Kun asks you. The tip of his pen leaves a faint line on the paper as the two materials get separated due to the movements he makes. His arm moves upwards, the long sleeve sinking towards his upper arm slightly.

"Inspirational quotes?" You ask in return. It takes a second before the previously 'inspirational' quotes of years ago start to fog you mind: the ones that everyone would use to fit in with the aesthetic of being basic. Whilst half of the people had no idea of the real meaning of the used words. "You mean Pinterest quotes?" You ask as a suggestion to make it more clear for yourself.

Kun shrugs his shoulders, the sleeve falling back down his elbow where it rests. "I don't know what that is," he says honestly. You could have guessed that, but still expected him to know what it was, it was a great place to find pictures of him when he wouldn't let you take the pictures yourself. A place to find th�� aesthetic and strange reaction pictures of Kun with hearts encircling him.

"You're clueless."

There's not much that differs from his previous gesture as once more, Kun shrugs his shoulders. The distinction is found in the way he does it: the first time it seemed only casual, now it seems like his shoulders are so heavy that his movements affect his body. It appears like he's truly suffering about the fact that he doesn't know which kind of song to write, or more specifically, what the lyrics will be about. You have no idea why he feels pressured to write lyrics, especially not at this hour of the day.

The torture has been going on for three hours before midnight and currently, it's nearly two hours past the day-changing hour. That makes five hours and an even larger amount if you divide those into minutes and seconds.

"What do you want to write about?" You ask to help him out. It's something you've been doing for the past five hours and even though you keep on receiving foul responses, you don't give up. Neither does Kun. He will continue until something usable is inked on the sheet.

The initial response is a hum that signals his brain is trying to cooperate, it's like a wheel of fortune with different options even though none of them interests Kun. He has done love only to have a lover by his side already, has written about being rich to end up being exactly that, wrote suggestive lyrics to put them into dirtier actions in bed. "What do people include in songs these days?" It sounds much like a grandparent asking what an iPad is, but you decide to answer.

"Everything. Some people even write about belly buttons," you say. Your words provoke the scoff to fall from Kun's lips, the strange sound turning into a small laugh of disbelief. "Belly buttons," he repeats. His head is tilted to the side as he dismisses the idea to write about a body part. It surely was something Hendery would write about after Yangyang gave him an energy boost. And Ten would write about his hate for fruits.

Even if he has been serious all this time, he is intrigued by the idea of writing a song about something that doesn't make sense. But still, that doesn't mean he wants to write about belly buttons and other underrated body parts. "What other ideas do you have? My idea bank," he hums as he shoves the sheet of paper your way.

In the meantime, his pen is ready to attack a different sheet of paper, but not after his lips press a soft kiss to your cheek. "Well I was thinking fans would like it if you wrote a funny kind of song, it doesn't need to be about anything serious."

Kun's pen starts writing down the name of their fans and the names of his group members for when he wants to divide the lyrics. If he finds any lyrics, that is.

"What about a crackhead song?" You ask as you grasp a pen between your thumb and index finger. Between the doodles on the sheet, you begin to write characteristics of the different members. Hendery with his rapunzel pictures on Instagram, Kun and his dad jokes, Yangyang who was called the annoying orange by Ten. Almost like compilation videos of WayV being a mess, the crackhead content that Nctzens and Wayzennies lived for.

When he doesn't understand your informal words, Kun shifts his gaze from his paper to yours and bursts out in a small fit of laughter. "Something like a diss track," he clarifies the concept of the song. Though, he loves the idea because he knows fans will do too. It would be a good outro on a new album.

"Yeah, so let me write some dissing lyrics about you and I'll ask the others to write some too!" You mention in a louder voice as you grow excited over your chance to tease Kun. It's nothing he should be embarrassed over, even though you know the most embarrassing stories about him.

"Not if I write a diss track about you first."

You look up when you hear the words, your head turning right to see Kun. He's looking at you while a roguish smile plays on his lips, twitching the corners of his mouth up intentionally. "I know some great lyrics, you don't even need to help," he adds. He's eyeing you whilst you can't help but stare at him, the unexpected side of him layering over who he stereotypically appears to be.

"Are you challenging me?" You ask as you notice the way his eyes are just as devilish as his smile is. His eyes that were glancing to your side, now love back to centre themselves, aligning immediately. "What if I am?"

"May the best one write the best diss track." You announce. The initial songwriting is forgotten, replaced by some inside jokes only the two of you can share. You already know the things you want to write about Kun, but Kun is confident that his lyrics will outshine yours.

Kun pushes his hands against the edge of the table, separating him from his large desk momentarily. "What about a punishment for the loser?" he asks, his voice getting louder as his chair is wheeled closer to you. His lips are against your earlobe, pressing a light kiss before his lips hike away from the spot. "The one who suggests always loses, don't forget."

Kun hums confidently in response to your words, finally laying his lips to rest against yours. The kiss starts out soft, much like you know Kun until a playful tug is felt against your lower lip. Kun keeps a light grip on your lower lip by tugging it between his set of teeth. "But you have more embarrassing stories, don't you?" He whispers against your lips.

[jbbuckybarnes]

Stranded in Manhattan

Description: You are stranded inside of the building your publishing agency is housed in. A snowstorm hit New York without warnings and you can’t leave for a few hours. What sounds like a boring afternoon ends up being quite the ride. Prompt: Stranded somewhere due to inclement weather (Seb x Reader) Length: 2,6k+ Warnings: Reader is written as someone with a skin tone that makes blushing visible. Just shoot me an ask if you want me to write something specific with a WoC reader. Always open for that.

M A S T E R L I S T

You had just finished your meeting for the next magazine. Writing articles for a lifestyle magazine was your favorite part of being a freelance writer. Well, not completely freelance. You were kind of part of the main team but not with a permanent contract. A look outside of the window had you roll your eyes and grumble. “You shouldn’t go outside for the next 2-3 hours. There is a warning out.” a female colleague outside of the meeting room looked at you. “Great. I’m just gonna draft my article in the foyer then,” you muttered before saying goodbye with a few kind words.

In the lobby of the building, there already were a lot of people waiting for the storm to calm down. There was only one couch left that wasn’t already occupied by at least one person and you let yourself fall onto the soft furniture with a small sigh. Laptop opened, the document opened and there you went writing the magazine article for next week already. At least you had WiFi in here and could research for your draft. Every ten minutes one or two new people came down in the elevator and sat down beside someone else. After an hour there were only 5 seats left in the entire lobby and you would probably be one of the next ones.

“Excuse me? Could I sit here?” you heard an oddly familiar voice and looked up. “Sure.” you smiled and pushed your bag to the side. There was a long moment of silence and you staring at your screen before you finally said something. “What were you here for?” you asked with a little smile and got one back. “My acting agency is here. Meeting.” he shrugged, “You?” “Publisher meeting with the magazine I write for,” you answered. “Sebastian.” he held out his hand. “I know. Y/N.” you smiled back at him. Contrary to your belief he didn’t change much after you told him you knew him. “Which magazine do you write for?” he asked curiously. “Flow magazine. Lifestyle, personal development, mindfulness. That kinda thing.” you blushed a little. It always made you nervous to talk about your job with people that weren’t writers. His natural cuteness didn’t help. “That’s cool. And what are you currently writing about?” he looked at your hands on the laptop that was half-closed. “Mindful Dating. It’s pretty weird to research and hard to not make it sound hippie.” you opened the laptop again to show that you had written half a page for your 2-3 page spread on the topic. “I assume it starts with mindfully picking the right person to ask out.” he chuckled and picked his water bottle from his backpack. “Actually starts with finding out what you even want and where to find it but that’s definitely a part of it.” you smiled a bit awkwardly. “This sounds so cool compared to my few pages of script that I currently have to get into.” he sent a shy smile back. “Does it become less fun to get into a character when you do it longer and professionally?” you ask to steer the conversation away from you. “Sometimes. Especially when I don’t have a lot of backstory for my character to get into.” he shrugged his shoulders. “I always loved doing plays in high school.” you looked away in thought about your high school years. “What did you have?” his head dipped to the side a little in curiosity. “Romeo & Juliette, Beauty & the Beast, some play local college students wrote and the last one was...Cinderella.” you counted them. “Any big roles?” he smiled with shimmering eyes. “I had the main role in the college student one.” you giggled. It was a really dumb play and your memories of it are really chaotic. “God, I’d love to see videos of that. You definitely seem like you could pull off a lot of different characters. I mean, the appearance.” he got a bit unsure at the end if he worded it right.  You couldn’t help but giggle a little, “Yeah, could pull that black wig off better nowadays tho.” “Um, what plans did that blizzard ruin for you? Never asked,” he said with a one-sided smile while scratching his neck. “Not much. Wanted to go write in the library or meet a friend but that clearly won’t happen,” you shook your head looking outside of the window before your head went back to him, “You?” He played with the strings on his hoodie, “Technically the rest of my day was finally a free day. So only ruined my Netflix marathon.” He saw you smile when he looked up from the strings again, “Well, I have WiFi and this building probably has a more chill area. We technically COULD watch Netflix.” Another unsure smirk from him with an almost apologizing smile coming back from you made the short silence weirder than it needed to be. “Sure.” he shrugged. If somebody would’ve told you, that you would be in an empty meeting room with one of your Top 20 favorite actors, watching Netflix because you were snowed in, you would’ve flipped them off. You were both sitting on the table beside each other and had spread out the food and water you had with you. Weird circumstances called for weirder actions in response. The Netflix logo popped up, then your name with a Jessica Jones icon staring at you and after that the list of movies on your big list. “What do you wanna watch?” you looked up at him and he was already looking at you. “You can choose whatever you want. It’s your account.” he held his hands up. “Brooklyn 99 it is.” you nodded and clicked on the next episode you needed to watch. You were a few episodes in when you just needed to let go of the thought, that you had held prisoner in your head for two episodes. “You're the perfect mixture between Jake & Boyle,” you mumbled. “Definitely more Jake,” he mumbled back, his eyes darting to look at the smile that had formed on your lips. You didn’t notice. And then Jake came in with his legendary guitar scene full of screaming. “Jep, definitely more Jake.” you laughed. He lightly nudged you with a small laugh. You weren’t wrong. Another 2 episodes went by and you checked your phone for the time. It’s been 2 hours now. Maybe you could go soon. “Another one?” he asked with a big smile on his face. “Of course.” you put your phone away and jumped over the outro to the next episode.

“It’s been over two hours. Let me check the warnings in Manhattan.” you took your phone after another two episodes and stopped the show with the other hand. Your weather app was showing an orange warning instead of a red one. “Well, orange should be enough to get home, right?” you looked up at him. “Depends where you live.” he smiled one of those half smirk, half innocent smiles. “Queens,” you muttered. “That’s quite a long ride in that weather.” his right brow went up. “I definitely don’t wanna stay in this uncomfortable and way too air-conditioned building,” you said neutrally. “I live 4 blocks away and there is a café on the ground floor we could stay in.” now the smirk turned into a real smirk. “Are you flirting with me?” you raised your eyebrow. “Been trying for almost three hours. Thanks for noticing.” he laughed lightly and saw you get a little flustered. “Umm.” with a shy expression on your face you put the laptop into your bag. “Don’t leave me hanging here after I asked you for a date.” he pouted playfully. You opened your mouth at the mention of a date but closed it again after no sentence your brain formed came out. “Sure,” you said with the biggest blush on your face after a few seconds. With a smile on his face and you biting your lip you both stood up and slowly left the building through the lobby that was much emptier now. An arm found its way around you, making you flinch a little. “Did you always live in New York?” his voice was harder to hear with the big jacket on. “No, moved here from Y/C.” you answered and got a soft smile in response while you held the hood of your jacket to stay on in the wind. “God, I hate this weather.” you stomped in the snow on the sidewalk like a child having a tantrum. “You kinda look like you enjoy it though.” he laughed at your attempt at kicking the snow. “I love winter. I hate that it gets so ugly and depressing so fast. I’m just here for the snow.” you pointed your tongue at him. If he had voiced his feelings at that moment, he would’ve probably told you that he wanted to pick you up and carry you the rest of the way for you to stop complaining about the wind. “Do that again and you have that snow flying at you,” he said trying to pinch you. “Don’t you DARE!” you played into it. “Watch me do it.” he smiled picking up snow and you started running. “He’s fast, strong, had snowballs.” you quoted laughing and a snowball hit your back. “The Winter Soldier is coming for you.” he made himself bigger but had a snowball landing on his chest after a few seconds. You looked at him innocently and he blinked before running for you and catching you with a growl that made you squeak. “Help!” you said giggling at this absolute dork moment you just had. “Target acquired. Bringing it to drop off location,” he said near your ear and started giggling like an idiot with you. The bell of the café door had the waiter in the almost empty room look up at the both of you. “Hello, Sebastian.” the man smiled at the tall brunette beside you. “Hey, can you make us two hot chocolates and two pieces of the chocolate cake, please?” came back at the waiter. Having someone help you out with getting out of a jacket felt weird. You weren’t used to gestures like that anymore and mumbled a small “Thank you.” You sat down on one of the tables and he leaned forward with a, “I won.” “There never was a competition, Stan,” you said putting down your bag.

“Didn’t mean the snowball fight.” he winked and watched you blush. Before you could say anything mugs and plates were set down in front of you. “Tell me about yourself.” he gave you an encouraging smile and you started talking. About your creative roots, what else you wanted to become when you were younger and how you felt about the things you did now. Some sentences had a vague political orientation in it and your stances on social issues. “Sorry, I’m talking a lot.” you noticed yourself rambling and looked down at the half-eaten cake. “No, I like listening to you.” he picked up the mug. “I’d like to know more about you too.” you smiled with some confidence from what he just said. He started talking about what he was currently doing, his mother, a bit about his roots and what his future plans were. He was good at this whole talking on a date thing. “You like astronomy?” he asked out of the blue with his fork pointing at you. “Yeah.” you grinned. “What’s the coolest thing about it?” he asked. “Nebulas. And I recently learned about hot Jupiters. Super interesting.” you mentioned the article you recently found while researching for a personal project. “A woman of class, I see.” he chuckled before taking his last bite of the chocolate cake. “No, a woman of space,” you smirked and got warm laughter back. You checked the phone again. The warning was on red again and a look outside of the window checked out with it. He noticed your look outside, “You can stay at my apartment. If you...want.” he said a bit unsure himself. “Uuuh.” you didn’t really know how to answer this. “Not in a weird way.” he distanced himself a bit from the table into his seat. “I guess I wouldn’t have another choice, even if I wanted to say no.” your soft expression had him visibly relax. You stood up, he gave the waiter on the counter the money and then you both made your way to a pair of elevators. “This feels mildly awkward.” you spoke out what both of you felt. “Doesn’t have to.” he smiled, snapping out of it. The moment the elevator opened you snapped out of it too. You knew there wasn’t anything to be afraid of. Yes, this was weird because you just met him but the circumstances were not in your hand. He was respectful, and if he wasn’t you knew how to kick his ass. Everything was fine. Even with both of you not talking in the elevator there was still a comfortable silence. That was until fingers started searching for yours and capturing your hand in a gentle manner. It’s not that you didn’t want this but it was very unusual and sudden. Like everything else today. Sure, you didn’t mind holding hands with pretty much anyone you knew but this wasn’t just anybody. This was someone you just had a proper date with and that kinda had your brain go in circles. “Relax, I’m not trying to get you into my bed.” he gently nudged you and locked down at you with a soft smile. “Sorry, I’m just not used to this...normality.” you tried to find a word for it, immediately shaking your head a little at choosing this particular word for it. “Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.” he said while you walked past him holding the door open. “Nice couch.” you pointed at it. It was one of those expensive, big, soft ones that everybody secretly wanted. You let yourself fall on it. He let himself fall next to you after throwing his jacket and yours over a chair. “Almost too conveniently placed.” you squinted at him beside you. “Hey! Don’t judge!” he laughed. “Too late. I judged.” you giggled before noticing his stare. “What?” your brow went up. “Nothing.” his eyes went away from your eyes and lips and looked at the ceiling again. “What are we going to do the rest of the evening now?” you asked. “More Netflix?” he returned a question. “Fine. But I only accept documentaries.” you grinned. Of course, the documentary he put on was about space and you both just absorbed the information you got. You didn’t even notice the arm around you after a while or the gentle pull towards him that had you cuddled up by the end of the documentary. “You’re a sneaky little asshole.” you said sleepy. “Only with pretty women.” his hand went through your hair. You looked up at him “Thank you for making this day much less boring.” you smiled and caught him staring again. “Can I kiss you?” he whispered so close to your face, his hand going from your hair to your jaw. With rosy cheeks, you nodded and had soft lips on yours a moment later. A normal thing to happen after a date but you still weren’t used to it. The thumb going over your cheek got you out of the overthinking again. Right now, all you wanted to concentrate on was those soft lips and that slightly scratchy skin. The hand cupping your face, the arm pulling you closer and the tongue brushing against your lower lip. Everything is perfect right now, no need to overthink it.

[randomfandomimagine]

Amazing ‘The Amazing Devil’ Things (Horror and the Wild)

I need to fangirl for a little because I absolutely love The Amazing Devil and I was so excited for the new album, and it did not dissapoint!! They put so much love and passion into this and it is art! I have been saving a bit of money and since their music makes me so happy I might buy the album. I wanted to talk about my favorte things about it under the cut (warning: it’s long). If anyone wants to listen to this piece of art, they posted it on Bandcamp here :D

The Rockrose and the Thistle

The sound of wind in the background, such a cool little detail!

Joey’s soft voice and how it breaks on ‘thistle’, omg

The sewing metaphor, I absolutely love it!

Madeleine subtly joining in 😍

The atmosphere! How unsettling and moving the song is

‘The kindest thing is to never leave you alone’

The Horror and the Wild

I thought I couldn’t love this song more and then came the studio version

I am a nerd and have so much fun singing this one!!

Even if it’s almost impossible to sing both their parts hahah

The beginning reminds me of Led Zeppelin’s Kashmir and I love it!

Some lyrics I trully adore, like:

‘You’re the words I promise I don’t mean’

‘and I am Time itself, I slow to let you play, I steal the hours and turn the night into day’

The change after ‘remember me I ask, remember me I sing’

How they move on to the chorus using a similar sounding word

‘Give me back my heart you wingless thing / think of all the horrors’

I absolutely adore how they sing ‘wild’ in this version

How Joey’s voice raises with ‘the’ and ‘your’ in the chorus

‘Fret. Not. Dear. Heart. Let. Not. Them. Hear’ and the drums!!

Joey singing that growly ‘remember me’

Then what is probably my favorite part of the song:

Just how cool it sounds, how fun it is to sing along, the awesome lyrics…

Fret not dear heart, let not them hear

The mutterings of all your fears, the fluttering of all your wings

Welcome to the storm, I am thunder,

Welcome to my table bring your hunger

The repetition of ‘old man’ and how the song slightly fades at the end

Wild Blue Yonder

How upbeat it is!! Catchy and fun rhythm!

When they sing ‘wonder’ and ‘yonder’ together

‘Hold’ (pause) ‘this time we’re done for’ 👏

‘So hold me like you used to, so tight I’d bruise you’

Everytime they use the word ‘love’ I melt

Or ‘dear heart’, ‘darling’ or anything like that, for that matter 😍

It is my absolute kryptonite, seriously!

‘All those books we both drowned’

‘I’m lost, I’m found, in you’

‘Can you hear that scratching’

‘robot vampire’…. just 😂

Madeleine’s voice when she sings the high ‘hide under the covers’

Welly Boots

One of my personal favorites!! (if you can’t tell)

The guitar!! Love that riff!!

The changes in tone, I love them so much

As many have said before, it reminds me of the Witcher episode 6

Just these lyrics!!

The change in rhythm after this last part!! So good!!

And I love you, don’t you know

That I’ll be with you all along, as long as you are kind

To those who are not strong and cannot find their scarlet welly boots

Cos when it’s cold

I’ll wrap my scarf around you

And when it’s hard

I’ll place your head into my hands

And when you scream that it’s not fair,

It’s like I’ve gone off to the coast

Left you behind just standing there

Pretending not to see your ghost

If only you could hear my voice

But you are screaming far to loud to hear me swear

Just because I left doesn’t mean that I’m not still there

The drums set the rhythm so well and I love them in this song especially!

‘But I’ll stick up for you, even though you haven’t got a clue, you haven’t got a fucking clue, And I’m so proud of you‘

Bonus points for Joey swearing 😂

‘I know you’re strong enough to do this on your own’

As always, Madeleine’s beautiful voice joining in 😍

‘Just when you’re about to give up every hope you have you turn around Perched by the stairs, someone’s gone and left behind, A brand new pair of scarlet welly boots’

That part hits me right in the feels and I can’t even tell why

The outro guitar riff, even if it makes me sad that it’s over

Farewell Wanderlust

THE PIANO FOLLOWED BY MADELEINE’S VOICE? I’M DEAD

THE SONG LITERALLY JUST STARTED, WTF? I’M IN LOVE

Joey’s voice lowly accompanying Madeleine’s 

‘I’m the hardest goodbye that you’ll ever have to say’

Just… Madeleine’s voice, it’s too gorgeous, I can’t handle it!!

How the piano stops at ‘I’m the Jesus of wishing to Christ he’ll come back‘

The way she sings ‘She’s down. She’s dead’ and the piano? Aaaaah

Joey whispering the lyrics and then his voice gathering strength

‘I promise you I’m not broken, I promise you there’s more’ gets me every time 😭

The way Joey sings ‘adieu’ is amazing and I don’t know why?

When they sing the chorus together it’s too much!! Omg, this is art!

The fucking ending is so brilliant, perfect end to a perfect song!

The tune also reminds me of an Avenged Sevenfold song, ’Acid Rain’

Maybe it’s the piano? Idk, but it just moved me all the more

Because Avenged Sevenfold is one of my favorite bands 😚

So when favorite bands collide I just can’t even hahah 😊

Fair

Probably my favorite along with Welly Boots (this is gonna be long)

This one reminds me so much of my series Soul of a Warrior (Jasnissa!)

‘It’s what my heart just yearns to say, In ways that can’t be said’

The first lyrics and I am already in love with the words in this song

Let’s just assume I fell in love with every single word of this one

Joey’s voice is so beautiful to listen to, I am s w o o n i n g

‘And he holds her close just to keep the world at bay’

‘It’s not fair how much I love you’ 😱😍😭

I really love the guitar in this one too

Again, those lyrics!!! Absolutely captivating:

The way his voice kind of breaks a little sometimes when he lowers it

And if you asked me to, if you asked me I would lose it all

Like petals in a storm, cos darling I was born

To press my head between your shoulder blades at night when light is fading

Just to let you know I’m old, waylaid and feels like I am wading into

carpet burns and carousels oh Christ you’ll be the death of me

And calm throughout his melodrama she will turn and say ‘dear heart It’s me, its me

You don’t need to pretend to be someone you’re not

The Office reference and the ‘that’s what she said’? Joey, you nerd 🥰

Also, how he kind of laughs as he is saying it? 

‘cos you make me ache you bastard’ aaaaaaaaah

That Unwanted Animal

This one gives me very specific vibes that I can’t identify

It’s like kind of medieval and dark but there’s something else

Still, I absolutely love them, this one is so unique!

When Madeleine whispers ‘you light the candle’, literal chills

Why is her voice so beautiful?! Stop it, ma’am, you are too powerful!

‘You try so loud to love me, But I cannot seem to hear’ 

The hushed ‘Throw the plate at the wall’ and the change? Amazing!

The vocals in the background are incredible!

More fanfastic lyrics, they never stop!

‘Be good to me, I whisper. And you say what. And I said nothing dear’ 

‘And these plates they smash like waves’ Battle Cries!!!

And you rip my ribcage open

And devour what’s truly yours

And our screaming joins in unison

I cry out to the lord

The lyrics never fail to amaze me, they are so damn good!

‘No, not I’ Joey? Sir, please, have mercy 😂

That ending with Madeleine’s voice and the drum and the guitar and the violin? *chef’s kiss*

Marbles

Again, knew this by heart because of the live version

And the studio version just improves it if that’s possible?

The instruments at the beginning already give me chills

And then Joey and Madeleine taking turns to sing? Ugh! 

When the drum comes in I absolutely love it

I think this version is a bit slower than the live one? I like it!

It’s also softer, they’re almost whispering at the start 💗

‘And you’re the thigh high hemline I just can’t stop staring at’ is, for some reason, such a fun line to sing :)

‘The flat we rented was a palace for my queen’

‘She sang do you think I’m sexy? And oh god I really did’

‘You’re not flawed darling, you’re just a little under-rehearsed’

My favorite part, even if I can’t exactly say why:

This song just tells such a compelling story!

And I’d sink to the floor, what’s the point anymore,

And you, you’d reply with a glint in your eye

(And you, you’d reply with a drink in your hand)

Saying ‘I don’t know, but I’m here, I’m all yours, dear heart don’t cry’

THE CHORUS IS PURE LOVE, OKAY?

‘Your eyes aren’t rivers there to weep but a place for crows to rest their feet’ is such a lovely thing? 

More amazing lyrics:

How Joey holds the note in ‘day’ and shifts back into the chorus

I’ve loved you, for a hundred years

Certainly fucking feels like it

The minute I met you the colours of my life begun to pour

I’m scared of the dark

And now, even though you’re mad and these memories won’t stay, it’s okay.

Cos now I get to meet you for the first time every single day

This song also reminds me a bit of the Witcher and Jaskier

‘The crows feet are new‘

‘Are you perhaps short of a marble?!′

Again, they nail the ending with Madeleine’s beautiful vocals

Battle Cries

As always, the guitar sounds great!

Something they often do that I love is how they sing different lyrics at the same time, Joey and Madeleine singing together is my weakness

THE LYRICS!

‘After summers of fasting I feel hunger at last’

But that breathing you hear don’t mistake it for sighs

Don’t you realise - They’re just battle cries dear

And these lines aren’t wrinkles dear heart

Hardly knew the words

They’re just dollops of paint on a new work of art

I’m dolled up love don’t I deserve to just

And as I walk away I know I’ve been through the wars,

But that creaking you hear in my bones is not pain, it’s applause

‘Our devils broke rank, and out of the depths came an army’

With you I could summon the gods and the stars

Watch them dance out the plays that we wrote from the heart

And we’d laugh at the ghosts of our fears. We were kids.

‘This isn’t a break up, dear heart, it’s a season finale’

This one just gets me with the tune and the lyrics together!

All it took to unearth in the dust and the dirt

Some release or respite from the heat and the hurt

Was taking the time now and then to ask how I am

And now at the end, at the end of all things,

I’m not going to scream, beat my chest at the wind,

I’m doing fine.

Also, Madeleine’s beautiful melody before the chorus, omg!

To summarize, this album made such an impression on me. I literally don’t remember last time I connected so much with someone’s music. They are all such incredible people and talented musicians, and Joey’s lyrics just stayed in my heart, he’s so incredible! 

[glossedcherry]

used to be

pairing: katsuki bakugo x idol!reader

summary/prompt: after getting broken up with a week prior, you debut your first live show on your debut album tour with a song you haven’t released yet. it seems you’re not leaving your old relationship without having the last word.

rating: general

word count: 1310

warnings: unhealthy relationships

a/n: so i tried a thing with clothes, i think i prefer it to writing a paragraph about clothes, but let me know what you think ;) also there’s lowkey todo x reader in this but yeah ahaha.

you fiddle with your fingers and straighten your black top. the outfit [masculine/feminine] your designers picked out for tonight’s performance matched the vibe and color scheme of your newest album, monochrome skies. as you sat in your chair, the makeup artist touched up small flaws on your face and the hair stylist sprayed hairspray into your hair after giving it volume. your manager opened the door and crossed the dressing room to your side.

“are you ready? you look a little nervous.” she smiles, patting your shoulder.

“i think i’ll be just fine. i’m going to sing it, jiro.” you shakily breathe, telling her your plans for your mystery breakup song you made. you put your hands in your lap.

“i trust your judgement. don’t let him ruin this, you’ve been waiting a long time for this. i’ll let the audio techs know to add it on the back of the set.” the purple haired girl squeezes your shoulder affectionately. you give her a grateful smile, then watch her walk out the door. after the door shuts, you turn your attention back to the mirror and look at the handiwork your crew had done. both stylists step back, finished. you thank them with a smile and they leave the room. you try to calm yourself down and slow your breathing as you drink a sip of water from the bottle that was on the vanity before you. the stage manager interrupted you, saying you were due onstage in five minutes. you got up shakily and walked to offstage right. jiro was already there, along with some of your closest friends you brought with you; izuku, ochako, shoto, and tsuyu.

“you got this, (y/n)! we’re all proud of you!” izuku smiled, giving you a thumbs up.

“do your best!” ochako chimed in, putting her fingertips together and grinning. tsuyu smiles reassuringly toward you while nodding in agreement. shoto pulls you into a firm hug, careful not to ruin your hair.

“he didn’t deserve you. i know it, you know it too. now show him what he’s missing.” the half and half boy murmured in your ear affectionately. you pulled away and nodded, determined. an audio tech gave you a headset mic to put on, pointing to a button to click whn you were ready for it to be on. the stage manager told jiro that it was time, and she hugged you and smiled. even if she was your manager by technicality, she was a friend of yours and was with you through the entire process of your album.

“give him hell.” she whispered before nudging you toward the stage. the lights on the stage dim and you walk on, black boots hitting the floor. the spotlight hits directly on you and the crowd screams. clicking the button on your mic headset. you smile and put up a hand, silencing the crowd.

“hi guys.” you smile. the crowd mostly replies back, scattered.

“so, are you ready to have a good time tonight?” the crowd cheers, excited.

“alright, let’s get started then.” you wink as the background music for your opening track starts up and the crowd screams.

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you pant, just finished with the outro track. the crowd applauds wildly, energized from the last song.

“alright guys, since this is my very first concert,” the crowd interrupts your sentence with scattered cheering. you laugh and look at the stage, your hair follows your face down. you flip your hair back up and run a hand through it. “i have a song that i haven’t released yet for you guys.” the crowd whistles, even more excited. as you remember the song, you realize suddenly that even if they know about your break up with the blonde, they didn’t know you knew what you did. you start to sing the song you wrote as you cried over a man who wasn’t thinking of you.

“l is for the way you lie to me.” the venue is silent. this was clearly a shot at the ex everyone knew you had, but they didn’t know about this.

“o is for the other ones you see v is for vindictive, chew my heart and then you spit it e hurts even more, but who knows what I keep hoping for” you smile sadly, continuing. the soft tones of your voice and slow start to the song has everyone quiet. they’re too stunned to speak. the beat picks up and you continue with the rest of the song, singing about every wrong doing katsuki put you through. cheering along, the crowd got more riled up, but also angry at the blonde for hurting an idol they cherished.

“if love is crumbling right before our eyes oh, my dear we just can’t get it right so take the memories and won’t you hold them close for me 'cause love's not what it used to be my baby loves not what it used to be” you finish, teary-eyed. the venue practically explodes. everyone’s screaming, cheering, and applauding. you laughed, hugging your hands against your chest.

“thank all of you for coming out tonight, i love each and every one of you so much. get home safe and have a great night.” you smiled wide, waving to the crowd as you walked of stage to your awaiting friends. as you get offstage, jiro hugs you tightly.

“well, that’s one way to give him hell! i had no idea he did that, but you just exposed his ways to everyone.” she laughed, squeezing you.

“you were so good! i bet bakugo’s really regretting his actions now!” izuku said supportively. ochako nodded in agreement.

“he was stupid to do that to you. i’m glad he’s not around anymore. i’m sorry he was stupid.” tsu said, patting your shoulder. you thanked them for their support, but then excused yourself to your dressing room to change out of the costume. you shut the door behind you and let out a breath. in search of something more comfortable, you walk to the clothing rack to the left of the mirror. finding a pair of black sweats and a grey band t-shirt on the rack, you put it on and tuck the shirt into the pants. you sit down at the single chair in front of the mirror and look at your reflection. your hair, although a little frizzy, had mostly held up through the night. the powder the makeup artist put on you to make the lights less harsh on your complexion had debating taking off the light makeup now or waiting until you got back to the tour bus, shoto walks in.

“hey.” he said softly, sitting down on the small couch that sat along the right wall in the small dressing room. he has a white plastic bag from the corner store near the venue.

“hi.” you wave, looking away from the mirror and walking toward the red and white haired boy.

“we went to the store around the corner to get stuff before we leave, they’re still looking at toiletries so i came back early to give you this.” he hands you a bottle of water and a bag of chips. you took them gratefully, uncapping the water and giving it a short drink.

“thank yo-“

“why didn’t you tell me?” shoto cuts you off. he looks concerned.

“i don’t know, i just didn’t. i didn’t want to cause beef between shared friends. plus i didn’t find it relevant with my debut coming so close.” you sigh. your phone buzzes, a twitter dm coming through. after scrolling past many clips of your live show and the debut of this song exposing your ex-boyfriend, you see a certain blonde messaged you.

@ground_zero: hey, can we talk?

for the first time since you met him, you were the one who left him on read.

[theelliottsmiths]

What do you think are the most beautiful Rammstein songs?

Sidenote: I was listening to a loop of Pet Sematary by the Tiny and Pet Sematary by Rammstein because the juxtaposition is endlessly amusing to me and my brain stopped working and I wrote a good paragraph before I remembered that the beautiful, heartwrenching cover was not the Rammstein one actually.

Defining beautiful songs can be hard, even the basic definition/criteria are subjective, so for the purposes of this it can't just be a small section or have the feeling of a song like that, which would have meant it included songs like Mehr, Wo Bist Du, Adios and Halt (Adios loses points for bop bop shu bop anyway). I adore those songs, especially Halt and Mehr) and get the rising chest feeling that, to me, is what makes a song beautiful, but as a whole maybe it's not what you're asking.

They have more beautiful songs than people give them credit for, I learned as I thought through and pulled the relevant brain files.

Mutter. To me it's one of the most beautiful lyrically, and the guitars are fucking gorgeous. It's one of the easiest songs for me to split up the guitar between Paul and Richard, I'm not good at that usually. Add in the softness and vulnerability of the vocals, the baby sounds at the beginning, the drums (how... Can drums have a sad tone?), everything Flake has going on in the background, the build and release...

Ohne Dich. I think the beginning of the vocals always sounds like it should be further back in the song than they are and for some reason that really gets me. It's like a shot of crescendo before it's expected but it works. Again, Flakes parts? Oof. I think a considerable amount of the time he's the one who really sews it all together and gets the emotion deep in the songs atoms.

Schneider's drumming, especially near the end, has a very hollow sound that makes me thing of what a heartbeat might sound like if your heart was cold and empty. Like your chest is a big house that everyone but you had moved out of.

Puppe. I especially like the way he does it live, where the second "Bis die Sonne untergeht" goes up and sometimes gets a solid hit of his vibrato. The shouting wouldn't be as impactful if the rest wasn't already so touching. Sidenote: the crying was a stroke of genius. Shivers.

Diamant. It's such a good reminder of how talented and important Oliver is. Flakes additions are, once again, extremely important: they soften up the hard edges of the vocals that in places might make the song less beautiful. Having said that, the bits where Till pushes his voice a bit more are so pretty in the way mountain ranges are pretty (as opposed to a birdsong way like you might find in something like Marry Me by Emilie Autumn).

Donaukinder. It's so... Grand. The scope of it is very different to that of most of the rest of their songs. The sorrow (I can't think of a better word but I think there is one) is completely consuming. "Wo sind die Kinder, Niemand hat etwas gesehen" with the kids voices do you want me to cry in this Asda? The guitar? Gorgeous.

Klavier. It's the way the vocals to that little step down, mostly. The rest of it too, but that bit really elevates it for me. That and the vibrato in the chorus. His vibrato is rare enough that it will always gut me, skin me and turn me into various leather products.

Seemann. I'm pretty sure if you asked every person in this fan space they would say Seemann. How could you not? The sound that's like a bird chirp has always seemed like a strange choice but I mean, it works. I love Tills high baby vibrato and the lyrics the vibrato is bestowed upon. Sometimes the long notes make me cringe a tiny bit because his vocal control was in its infancy, but the vulnerability and youth it adds makes up for that. The kalt fade out physically hurts me.

The bass? Where do you even start? The extended outro they did live for a while especially. Maybe a lot of the beauty is in highlighting an underrated boy.

[musicvoyage]

Rumours by Fleetwood Mac, 1977

1977; what a legendary and beautiful year for music. Not only did disco music become a very popularized genre during that time, but it was also the year when many sub-genres of rock (such as soft rock) began to rise. Four decades on and ‘Rumours’ is still considered to be one of the best selling and highest acclaimed albums of all time, selling over 45 million copies. I personally believe It is one of Mac’s finest works and in the following, I will tell you exactly why. I will also include the reason for its huge impact.

Let’s begin with the complicated background story: We all know by now that the album is mainly based on the troubled relationships between Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham as well as John and Christine McVie. Mick Fleetwood was also struggling with his marriage. The members had no time to grief or come to terms with the separations as they were already working on their follow-up to ‘Fleetwood Mac’, the first album which included the Buckingham Nicks duo for the first time and spawned commercial success. Additionally, each member developed a serious drug problem. Everyone was battling their own demons yet somehow they ended up creating a masterpiece of an album that built an entire legacy.

The album starts with Second Hand News, which I at first found to be nothing but a mindless tune, only to realize later that none of the songs on this album are mindless. During the chorus, you can hear Lindsey imitating some guitar riffs. However, once I thought more into the lyrics I found the song rather amusingly ironic. The song simply means being not relevant in one former partner’s life, yet still ’laying him down in tall grass and letting him do his stuff’. As Stevie is used for the background vocals, you can hear her frustration. Which will become more evident in the next track; Dreams. Not only did this song end up being Fleetwood Mac’s highest charting hit song in the US, but this song was specifically directed towards Lindsey. For Stevie, this song was a way of an invitation for Lindsey to leave their relationship as she wanted to leave likewise. Lindsey later on commented on this by saying:

Whatever Stevie’s music was, somehow I was the soulmate that just knew exactly what to do with it and that never went away. It just became bittersweet in terms of wanting to do it. There were times where I had the urge not wanting to help her, and that’s a weird thing to admit but these were the challenging things. – Lindsey Buckingham

In my opinion, this is truly one of the most memorable songs on this album. Not only does the guitar compliment the song so wonderfully, but the melodic vibe you get from Stevie is unforgettable. In contrast to Lindsey’s rather bitter-sweet lyrics, Stevie tried to be condescending and delicate yet honest in this song. Additionally, it becomes evident how each song in this album is a dialogue between the songwriters. Because the members had not the time to take a break from each other, they could let their anger and frustration out towards their former partners in their songs, which Lindsey clearly did. Despite the anger he expresses for Stevie in the song Never Going Back Again, his main statement for this song is rather hopeful and positive. Lindsey sings about how Stevie left him feeling miserable and alone because of the break-up, but once he became involved with another woman, she made him finally realize his life after Stevie can be just as fulfilling and sweet. I would like to praise the simple yet beautiful and uplifting acoustic guitar playing of Lindsey as it compliments the main message of the song very well. Don’t Stop, the infamous song which would later be used for Bill Clinton’s 1993 campaign theme song, is another gem with a powerfully positive message written by Christine McVie. In this song, you can feel the magical chemistry Christine and Lindsey have when it comes to working together on music. Because of the personal problems everyone was dealing at that time, Christine felt obligated to address the issues by making a clear statement that no matter what you are going through right now, it will get better; you just have to be more optimistic.

Another retaliation to Stevie’s Dreams is Go Your Own Way, the band’s biggest radio hit single to date.This was the first Fleetwood Mac song I have ever heard, which is why this song will always have a special place in my heart. The lyrics are yet very similar to those of Dreams, but expressed in a more blunt and bitter way. Stevie was incredibly offended by this song, specifically the line “Packing up, shacking up is all you want to do” as it makes her seem like she wanted to “shack up with other guys”, which she contradicted. Even when you look at the live performances of this song, you can always observe Stevie’s annoyance she has towards this song through her facial expression. This is one of the many reasons why this song is considered to be the greatest, most melodically and rhythmic bitter-breakup rock song to date. In Addition, John’s bass playing is out of this world and blends with Mick’s drums and Lindsey’ guitar playing perfectly. 

Songbird is, in my opinion, one of the most underrated songs on the album, which justifies my point that Christine is truly under appreciated when it comes to her songwriting ability. The general public always seems to give attention mostly to Stevie’s and Lindsey’s relationship, which is why Christine tends to be the shadow of the songwriters in the band. However, in my opinion, Christine is the backbone, who holds the band together. Of course, every member is equally important, but when you think of the great songs that Christine has contributed to this album, I ask myself why she never gets the full credit she deserves. The mesmerizing piano playing alone left me stunned, as it is one of the most beautiful melodies I have ever heard. It gave me goosebumps and made me teary eyed, as it is a very lovely and moving song. Subsequently, It is a great transition to one of the world’s greatest rock songs called The Chain. I will NEVER stop stressing the fact that this is the signature song of Fleetwood Mac. To think that this song would have not been what it is, a timeless gem, if Stevie Nicks hadn’t added the lyrics which she had written during the Buckingham Nicks days, is astonishing. It all started with John McVie’s famous bass line which he had created out of nothing, the rest is history. To me, this is a song about the tensed and broken relationships of the members at that time, which was on the verge of collapsing. Understandably, everyone was sick of each other and strongly believed that this would have been the last Fleetwood Mac album to be ever released, yet somehow the chain kept them together for all these years. No matter how exhausted they were from each other, they managed to put their problems aside and work together as a group. Everyone contributed something to this song and unlike the other tracks on Rumours, the members could finally put all their creative differences aside and record a song in such a perfect harmony. On the contrary, when you listen to the live performances of this song, especially in the earlier years, you can practically cut the tension with a knife since it seems to me like Stevie and Lindsey are having a screaming match.

Christine McVie is probably the only member of the band who wrote somehow optimistic love songs, as the next track You Make Loving Fun proves that. To me, this song felt kind of out of place when I compared it with the other tracks on the album. Nonetheless, it is a wonderfully dreamy and well-written song. Considering the fact that she was dating someone at the time, Christine tends to look things on the brighter side and distributes hopeful and buoyant songs on this album. Nevertheless, Christine dedicates one specific song to the father figure of this band - Mick Fleetwood. On the track Oh Daddy, Christine tries to sympathize with Mick, as he was the only member who did not get involved with any drama in the band, unlike the others who were constantly battling with relationship problems and arguing with each other. Furthermore, Mick was the only member with children, which is why he developed the role of a father in the group. To this day, Oh Daddy is Mick’s all-time favorite Christine-written song. I Don’t Want To Know is the song I truly did not care about after finding out that this was the song that replaced Silver Springs. If you are a Fleetwood Mac fan, you are probably aware of the infamous song Silver Springs and the endless battle Stevie had to go through because none of the members wanted to include the song on Rumours, as it allegedly did not fit on the album. Lindsey would end up re-record the vocals on I Don’t Want To Know, an uptempo breakup song that was written by Stevie during the Buckingham Nicks days. Meanwhile, Stevie had to find out about the devastating news through Mick, who suggested her to re-record the vocals as well. Stevie wouldn’t have contributed anything to this song if it hadn’t been for the fact that she would only have two songs on the album. Consequently, Stevie would establish a solo career years later, since she could never fully express herself artistically. The album ends with what I find to be one of the many highlights of this legendary record; Gold Dust Woman. Stevie’s voice adds a beautifully haunting sound to this excellent song. My favorite part of this masterpiece is probably the outro, in which you can hear a type of wailing sound in the background. I could not find any reasons behind that sound other than Lindsey saying ‘I’d say we were under duress’. This is the only song on the album that indirectly discusses Stevie’s drug addiction, as she ‘’digs her grave’’. Stevie battled her cocaine addiction at that time, which lead to several injuries in her later years. It is evident that she could’ve easily died while living this self-destructive lifestyle. It didn’t help that Stevie constantly worked with her fellow members who were struggling with their own drug problems as well.  It is shocking when you think about the excessive drug consumption the members went through, yet they still managed to survive. As we all know this could have ended up in the complete opposite direction, to the road of demise that unfortunately many artists went to in the 1970′s. 

All in all, this record is the main basis behind this band’s success. This is why their music has been in our lives for over 40 years. Rumours personify all the emotions that someone goes through after a break-up. Imagine having to work with the person you shared your most intimate moments with and now even though you have broken up, you spend every single second together for the sake of making music. Some people could not imagine doing that and yet many bands, in this case, Fleetwood Mac, had to cope with this dilemma. To leave the band or to continue making music despite feeling uncomfortable at first?This album documents one of the most difficult and painful times in the members’ lives; the heartbreak, the sadness, the anger but as well as the sense of hope. Every single track on this album shares a story, a piece of mind that the songwriter felt like opening up to. This album truly has no layers, it is blunt and it is honest yet somehow it sounds like a soundtrack to a drama movie, which is why many people adore it so much. Even if you find the album not to be musically impressive (which is a shame), you should be able to appreciate not only its historical significance but also the lyrical composition. Being in your worst state you could ever be yet still being able to create a masterpiece that would be the blueprint to pop rock music is motivating for all the listeners who are currently going through emotional issues. Remember: no matter what you are going through right now, it will eventually get better.