#Waves other cassettes i don't remember the names of-

[sourcreamandbeetles]

Mannn my rights :(

Anyway some stupid little notes I write whenever i attempt to draw soundwave

[r-anela]

Gothic Girl _ E.M.

Summery:

Eddie Munson Lives, Vol2. Never happened, everything is fine. He graduated from school and works as a car mechanic & performs with Corrodet Coffin on weekends. His best friend moved back to Hawkins permanently last year after graduating with her bachelor's degree. She now lives alone in her parents' house, after 1986 her parents didn't plan to return. With the boys coming home from college for the summer, a DnD session needs to happen. But Eddie's apartment is too small, so they all go to his best friend's house, however the boys did not expect such a home.  

warnings: None ( if there should be, please tell me)

Reader is female presenting and is described as having black hair

Gif is not mine

It's the summer of 1990, the no longer small boys have summer break and return home. Since Eddie doesn't have much room in his small apartment, the summer dnd session is supposed to take place at your place, Eddie Munson's best friend. You and Eddie have known each other since kindergarten and have been through a lot.  

You are lying in your bed in just a big shirt and some booty shorts when the doorbell rings, Eddie was already half an hour late, but that was nothing new for you. You skip in the direction of the front door, quickly tossing a few pieces of clothing into a corner and open the door with a broad smile on your lips. "Hello sweetheart, how are you? I see you have also adapted to the weather?" "Shut up Munson, don't tell me you're not hot? It's fucking hot that August, it's nearly 94° for fuck's sake..." "alright alright" Eddie said as he strolled into your kitchen with a bag of snacks. " Tell me y/n, isn't the whole house too big for you all by yourself?" " I'm not alone!" " Your three cats don't count y/n, how about some human company?" "Are you going to move in Munson?" at this question Eddie's face flushed red but he quickly dismissed it.

"Nah, the boys will be back next week and since you have so much room I thought I'd ask you..." "If you could host your DnD session here?" you finished his sentence. "Yes exactly, of course only if you want to, the boys are also quite nice" "Of course, I know the dudes we went to school together, don't remember? and I haven't seen them for ages" "One thing will be clear, THIS HERE" he pointed at you and then at the furniture "they will definitely not expect THIS". As he took one of your candles and waives it around in the air.

"But you set up everything in the basement and the guys are expected to bring snacks, besides they are welcome to sleep here if it gets too late, I have plenty of room. But now let's get started on the movie, you didn't forget to pick it up did you?" Eddie just waved the DVD cassette triumphantly and wandered off towards the living room.  

A week later the whole gang was at your door Mike, Will, Dustin, Lucas, Erica, Gareth and Jeff. They were arguing about who should ring the doorbell, because no one except Gareth and Jeff knew you very well, but they had heard a lot from Eddie and seen you around at school.

Eddie likes to talk about you a lot. Finally Erika rang the bell, because the boys were still arguing and she was getting impatient. The bell rang throughout the house and all at once the boys fell silent and stood on the porch like tin soldiers, their grocery bags and backpacks pressed against them like a protective shield.   

Opening the door at them was a black-haired young woman wearing a The Cure band shirt, mesh tights as arm warmers, and black jeans shorts that were clearly cut-off old pants. On her feet she had pink fluffy socks and around her neck she wore a leather collar. "Hey, my name is Y/N, I've heard a lot about you guys, come on in". She waved the squad into the house and picked up a white and black spotted cat in one smooth movement. It immediately snuggled up to her face and began to purr. "Make yourselves at home, put your things down and make yourselves cozy. Eddie is in the basement right now setting everything up. Would you like something to drink?" a monotonous "Yeah, gladly, whatever you have" was heard. And so you went into the kitchen to set up the drinks.   

"'Whoa guys look at this, everything is black and blood red in here'" Mike said out loud. Dustin, meanwhile, stood open-mouthed in disbelief at the bookshelves that filled the living room walls. "Looks like Y/N is an even bigger nerd than all of you, nerds!" Said Erika, beaming.   

"Hey, nice to see you guys, good to have you back!" yelled Eddie as he hopped up the basement stairs. " Yo Eddie, that girl is way out of your league" said Gareth, "out of yours either way, cutie" said Eddie who blushed slightly at Gareth's statement. Gareth was the only one who knew that Eddie had had a crush on you for a long time and worshipped you.   

"Tell me, is there anything Y\N can't do?" said Lucas, who was examining your knitting and crocheting basket.   

"Nah man, she's nature's talent and super nerd," Eddie said with a grin. "And a hot goth chick," said Jeff, who got a neck slap from Eddie for the comment. 

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[cat-esper]

PALADIN | Druid and Kovna

"Chelsea, meet Druid. The planet is his." Chelsea blinked. "What, like the whole planet?" Druid smiled the sort of smile that suggested socializing wasn't his forte. "Welcome to Planet Archive, Chelsea." He turned his attention back to Solika. "Come. Shay is expecting you." They started down the walkway. "You already told him we're here?" Solika asked. Her long strides threatened to pull her ahead of her companions. "As soon as you touched the atmosphere."

Name: Druid

Birthday: ???

Age: ???

Home: Planet Archive

Personality Type: INTJ-A

Druid's history has the trappings of myth. Even he doesn't remember the full story anymore. What he does know is that he was once a druid on the planet Earth long, long ago. Using a relic of a now-extinct form of magic, he sent his mind hurling across the universe in search of knowledge. Centuries passed and he learned much, though he forgot his name in the process. When his body back on Earth had long since crumbled to dust, he found a new green world, devoid of sentient life, and with the last of the relic's magic he bound his soul to the planet.

Eventually, Druid was reborn from the soil of that world and given a new body. His connection with the planet means that he can see everything that happens within its atmosphere and he will live as long as the planet does. But should he ever leave, he will die. This world would eventually become Planet Archive, the largest repository of information in the known galaxy.

"Curious. I'd be fascinated to study this further." "Knock yourself out." Solika leaned back in her chair and waved a hand at the infuriating device. "If you can find anything useful about it, I'll buy you dinner." "I don't eat food," Kovna said as he picked up the radio to inspect it. "Then I'll buy you whatever you want." Kovna stuck his finger into the cassette opening. "I don't want anything." "Then I'll buy you whatever you don't want." "That's counter-productive." Solika rolled her eyes up at him, ignoring Bela's soft laugh from across the table. "Do you want me to take it back?" Kovna tore his gaze away from the radio. "No. No, studying this will suffice."

Name: Kovna 4-6-12

Birthday: August 30, 1997

Age: 27

Home: Planet Archive

Personality Type: INTJ-A

Kovna 4-6-12 is a synth, or synthetic sapient, grown in a factory with thousands of other identical synths. Made up of artificially engineered organic materials and with a computer for a brain, he is much more obedient and efficient than humans or Denebians. Programmed with a perfect memory, intelligence, and curiosity, the Kovna model line makes for ideal assistants, librarians, and archivists. When Druid had Planet Archive up and running, he purchased dozens of Kovnas to work there.

Kovna 4-6-12 is not special. Every day is the same and he is content to work in the archive until he finally runs down. But he is not without emotion and ends up caring about the regulars who come through, specifically Chelsea and Alexos, who encourage him to look beyond his simple life and learn what it means to be an individual.

[brettyimages]

1, 6, 9, 18, 25 !

1 what music did your parents listen to when you were growing up? So in the car I remember my dad had a bunch of cassettes - in fact he had a whole drawer full of mixtapes but there's only a few songs I vividly remember and they are Somebody Put Something In My Drink by The Ramones, which was fun as a kid, and Walk On The Wild Side and/or Perfect Day by Lou Reed, which I found frightening. (Actually I might also have seen that BBC Perfect Day cover that Brett Anderson was on in 1997 and that might have frightened me too). The other cassette I remember was this album of Irish pub music which was quite jolly. I'm not sure what my mum was into when I was growing up as she says she sort of lost a few years of pop culture to parenting, but she really liked Dance The Night Away by The Mavericks and still does. Both of them were into new wave and pop punk so there was mostly that going around so when I got into Green Day they were both on board.

6 who was your first musician crush? I think probably it was the members of Busted - first Charlie (for a short time) then Matt (for the rest of the couple of years they were together). I do remember trying to fancy boys like Westlife, who Smash Hits told me that I was supposed to be into, but it wasn't until I saw spiky-haired alt boys that I became interested.

9 what is the first song that really made you feel something? Gosh, I don't know. As I already mentioned, there were songs/artists that I found a little scary as a kid, and there was certainly always music that made me angry too. I'm assuming the question is specifically about melancholy being 'moved' by music, which is harder to pin down. One that comes to mind is Lost In Hollywood by System Of A Down, which is the last song on Mezmerize. I was 12 at that point so it's not the first song that made me 'feel something' but I definitely had a really deep connection to it and how sad the whole tone of it was, from the key to the delivery.

18 what artist changed their style and made you stop listening to them? what album was it? As a kid I turned my back on Avril Lavigne when The Best Damn Thing came out - I liked her because she was ~not like other girls~ when I was at the age that I was starting to decide who I was, and she had hair kind of like mine and dressed the way I wanted to dress. So when she appeared all platinum blonde dressed like a cheerleader, even though I was 14 or so by then, I was not interested at all. To be fair, her music took a sharp turn for the worse then too.

25 what artist/ album influenced your personality the most? Personality-wise specifically, I'm going to say AFI. I became obsessed with them when Decemberunderground came out and none of the friends I hung out with in school were into them (I made friends in the year or two later who I brought into my obsession). Davey Havok had that femboy aesthetic that I still go for in my choice of idol now, and they sort of showed me a different way to be. The main thing though was that they introduced me to Straight Edge, which was something I had been gravitating towards but not known the name for. That absolutely became a personality trait, not so much one that I shouted about but one that was foisted on me as my friends started getting into drinking in the park, smoking on the way home from school and having sex with their couple-of-years-older boyfriends. Thankfully I seem to have finally reached the point where it's not questioned or even noticed which is a relief after years of "wtf is wrong with you/you're wasting your life/we didn't think you'd want to come" but I'll always be grateful to Davey, even in his most preachy sxe vegan moments, for making me feel less alone <3

[tihgnari]

ꕤ 23. even if you don’t remember

tw: none / wc: 649

it wasn't that hard to spot ayato, given his blue locks and that his figure is the only one slumped over the bar's counter, seemingly already knocked out after failing to find his friends inside the establishment. you roll your eyes, how can childe and the others forget about him like this? well, you wouldn't put it past them. not like they're the most reliable people one can count on. 

you sigh, glaring at ayato's backside. why did it have to concern you? why are you here in the first place? not that it's any of your responsibility–in fact, you shouldn't even be here. you should've heeded ayaka's advice and slept early instead of wasting the night in the dorm watching k-drama episodes for the next five hours. maybe then you wouldn't have to see ayato's drunken messages and jumped in concern when he said he doesn't have a means of getting home.

nevertheless, you push those thoughts away, sat on the velvet stool next to him, and experimentally poked his side. 

"ayato, you can't sleep here. c'mon let's get you home, hm?"

the male doesn't respond, prompting you to scratch your head in annoyance. with a determined huff, you shimmied off the stool and tried waking him up again by wrapping an arm around his shoulder, trying to make him sit up and open his eyes. you speak louder and shake his shoulders more violently. 

"ayato, wake up! you should sleep when you get home, not here–" he shoves you off of him and you crash against the counter. a handsome, red-haired bartender approaches you to ask if you needed any help and you politely wave him off, saying you can handle it.

ayato's words are heavily slurred and he can't even pry his eyes open. it's a wonder he managed to text you in the first place or form a coherent thought. you sigh, massaging your arm that first crashed onto the furniture as you thought of another way to possibly wake him up.

you swore you didn't mean to stare, you really didn't, but he had his cheek resting on his folded arms beneath him and he just so happens to be facing you. eyes closed and looking hella content despite the obviously uncomfortable sleeping position. 

you sighed, daring a step closer to brush a few strands of his blue locks away from his face. 

your head unconsciously tilts to one side, studying him more closely. despite the bar's poor lighting, his beauty stands out ever so brightly. from his long lashes that cast shadows on the apples of his cheeks or the near-perfect angle of his nose, down to his smooth and unblemished skin. his plump lips are a special mention, after all, you had kissed those lips yourself. due to the recent news of his engagement, kissing him that time now felt like a once-in-a-lifetime experience. 

"it's okay, even if you don't remember," you whispered, words that were lost in the noisy crowd the moment they were uttered.

ayato shuffles in his sleep, eyebrows furrowing and a pout playing on his lips as he groans. his actions instantly snap you out of your trance and you move to wake him up again.

"hey–"

"i want yn."

you freeze, hearing your name fall from his lips.

"i don't… don't want to marry… i want my yn."

before you can do anything else, you hear someone else calling out ayato's name. the familiar tenor of his voice making you swiftly look over your shoulder and see thoma a few meters away, eyes roaming and looking for his friend–thoma, who hasn't seen you. 

"fuck." you mumble under your breath, pulling your hood up and disappearing into the throng of people on the dance floor, praying to whoever god listening that you don't bump into anyone else from school or worse, thoma himself.

you lie awake that night after getting back to your dorm. ayato's words echo in your head, playing like a broken cassette and successfully ridding you of sleep until the next thing you know, the moon has fully descended and sunlight crept through the gaps of your window–i want yn. i want my yn.

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summary — it was only recently you found out kamisato ayaka was, in fact, not an only child after all! seeing ayato for the first time gave you the severest case of the butterflies but according to ayaka, he’s off limits, especially to you as her most treasured friend. well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt, right?

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[strangerthings4theories]

Dreams - A Billy + Billy's Mother Fic

He's sitting at the kitchen table coloring with crayons. He remembers that table well - white tile with wood trim. The spaces between the tiles left streaks in his drawings if he wasn't careful. Usually he stuck a book under the paper, like the one he has now. The name of the book peeks over the edge of the paper: Wildflowers of California.

It's a rainy Sunday afternoon. The smell of Mom's lavender bushes wafts in through the window, and Neil is gone. Left to run an errand or something. Billy doesn't remember, and he doesn't care. Back then, all that mattered was the light that filled the house when that man left.

As Billy's crayons whisper over the paper, a radiant presence slips into the kitchen behind him. Mom. Following the script, he glances at her.

She looks beautiful today. Then again, she always did. She's wearing jeans and her plum-colored shirt with three-quarter sleeves. Hoops dangle from her ears, and her golden hair streams down her back. She's holding a record album with a white and brown cover. Winking at him, she moves to the turntable by the wall, pulls the record out of its sleeve, and puts it on.

The soft, easy beat of Fleetwood Mac fills the kitchen. Here, dream diverges from memory: the record isn't playing the first song, but the second.

Now here you go again, you say you want your freedom…

Mom goes still, closing her eyes like the music’s reaching into her soul. She even frowns a bit as she taps her hand against her jeans. Then she looks at Billy, and her frown melts into a brilliant smile.

"Good, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Would you like to dance?" She steps forward, offering a hand. Her bangles slide down to her wrist with a clink.

A heavy ache spreads through Billy's chest, and he lays down his crayon. Long ago, on the actual day, he jumped up eagerly to join her. Somewhere along the way, the script changed.

"I... I don't know how." Tears sting his eyes. He swipes them away. Pussy.

"Oh sweetie, that's okay." Mom steps closer, offering her hand again. "Come on. I'll show you how."

He chews his lip, gaze flicking between her hand and her face. Her hair glows gold; her smile warms him like sunshine.

He smiles in answer.

"Okay," he murmurs. He takes her hand, and she helps him stand.

He isn't good at dancing, but Mom doesn't seem to care. She just sways with him, holding both his hands and spinning him occasionally. It makes him feel as beautiful as her.

Their dance seems to last forever. At the same time, it's much too short. All too soon, the song's over. In another break from reality, the record shuts off, as if holding its breath.

Mom steps back, still holding Billy's hands. At first she's beaming at him. Then her smile disappears behind a cloud, and strange expressions flash across her face, one after the other.

Billy stares at her, frowning. He knows now why she gave him such a strange look. But the confusion he felt that day still ripples through his core. It's a moment frozen in time, the confusion always fresh and evergreen, just waiting to be played back like a cassette tape.

She gathers him in a hug. Her hair covers his face, and it smells good. Floral.

She holds him tightly for a minute, then sighs and pulls back. Tears shine in her eyes.

"I love you, Billy." She touches his cheek. "So much."

He wants to smile, but he can't. She told him she loved him a lot, but there was something different about it that day. He couldn't put his finger on what.

"I love you too, Mom," he murmurs.

She pulls him in for another hug. As she holds him to her chest, fondling the back of his head, he goes still, staring forward into nothing. He feels cold all over, terribly cold. At the time, he didn't know why.

He learned why very soon.

--

He wakes with a gasp, cheek pressed against cold metal. As he jolts upright on his cot, glancing wildly around his prison cell, a searing wave of grief slices through him. He breathes hard, trying to hold it back, but it's no use. Sobs wrack his body. He collapses on the cot, curling into himself, fists raised helplessly by his head.

This is hell. Fucking hell.

But it's nothing he doesn't deserve.

[quwarichi]

15.06 and the breather Cas took

Golden Time was interesting for Cas - a moment for him to rediscover who he is, really. Let's have a look, shall we?

Firstly, we need to recount what were the events leading up to this episode from Cas' POV:

1. Mary dies, killed by soulless Jack, which Cas hid from Dean and Sam. This breaks up the family he'd so carefully built in the past few years and jumpstarts his and Dean's fallout (i.e. divorce)

2. Cas tries to call Chuck, tries to fix everything. It works a little too well (or too badly).

3. Chuck kills Jack in front of Cas, Dean, and Sam, and starts the "End." Castiel now lost his son.

4. Belphegor happens. The scheming demon that has a weird thing for Cas' husband/ex and wears Jack's face. He has to kill it, destroying his son's body.

5. Rowena dies, the apocalypse ends, Dean and he break things off.

For a long time, Cas has measured himself by how useful he is to Dean and Sam, they were his purpose. Then Jack came along and his purpose became being a parent. Then both of those were taken from him in barely a week. In his own words:

"Jack's dead. Chuck's gone. You and Sam have each other. I think it's time for me to move on."

His purpose as a father is no longer there. His purpose as a preventer of an apocalypse, as a protector of humans and angel, the problem he created by summoning Chuck, is dealt with. Dean has Sam, and Sam has Dean. They don't need him there if he's not useful, because even if they're friends, Castiel is an outsider. I think it's time for me to let go, because I no longer serve a purpose for you. That's one side of it. The other is the break up. The divorce. He just lost, romantically, the love of his life. His reason, his devotion. He's adrift, he doesn't want to stay in a place where the man he loves looks at him like that, refuses to listen to him. Refuses to give up his anger for the sake of them. He leaves.

Then we don't see Cas for 2 episodes, but we feel his Absence.

I checked, I did the calculations; Atomic Monsters and Proverbs 17:3 take place over two weeks - 5-7 of November and 13-15 of November. We don't get a timeline in Golden times, but I can just assume it's at the end of November, so it's basically barely a month after the events of the Rapture.

Now with the set up done, we can get down to it.

"Golden Time" is a reference to the time period after a traumatic injury, aka "golden hour" where treatment has the highest chance of preventing death. Cas has basically had a traumatic injury to him, but not a physical one. He's wandering, lost and unattached, until deciding to settle down in a cabin at a fishing lake in Wyoming.

Cas is on vacation, is the main tagline. He's fishing, undercover and going by the name of "Clarence", which he used before in season 9. A few people pointed out that when he's buying some stuff at the store, he's also buying fishing guides and batteries

that according to our lovely Tumblr friends can be used to power a cassette player. Mixtape anyone? Breakup soundtrack for one, please.

He's out there looking for peace and quiet, to clear his head, gather himself, and mourn.

Cas lost his son, and his lover, and his friend, all because he called Chuck. This must add to the guilt he constantly carries around, but not too dive into that too deeply other than when he calls Dean and gets notified that Chuck is back.

Cas finds a case, about a missing boy and a concerned mother. This was him, less than a month ago - with Jack killing Mary and going off the grid, and him worrying over it, not being able to do much.

He helps her in the search, eventually finding the boy, and then discovering it was a djinn, disguised as the sheriff who waved him off, that took the kid and hurt a family. Nearly ruined a family.

He gets angry, good and truly angry - and says this:

CASTIEL: It's always you... you selfish little men in positions of authority. You take what you want, you take who you want. And you believe that your power will protect you. [Sheriff Roy shoots him in the heart, point-blank, and Cas heals it again] Well, it won't protect you from me.

"It's always you... you selfish little men in positions of authority" - who Cas had a run-in with and might be bitter and angry at, who's a man and in position of authority? Chuck.

"You take what you want" - the family he'd built, the peace he worked hard to cultivate.

"you take who you want" - he took Mary, and killed Jack in front of their eyes.

"And you believe your power will protect you. Well, it won't protect you from me." - Foreshadowing? Maybe, because in the end, Cas helped defeat Chuck, by being himself. The famous spanner in the works, the one with the crack in his chassis. The free will creator that wouldn't fall in line.

He took a breather, to refind himself. People say about the djinn scene that the writers finally remembered that Cas has superpowers - I say that Cas finally remembered he has superpowers. He was so deep in his purpose, worrying about others, fighting so hard for his family, he forgot who he was. He took a moment, took a break, to remind himself who he is, without all of the things around him, and discovered some new things that later come into play in 15.15.

Sometimes, when you're in a position that has people dependent on you, by choice or not, you tend to forget who you are without those.

Cas took a vacation, and he remembered.

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Flake von Rammstein, früher Feeling B im interview - 2019

Author Lars Schmidt, from

English translation

The other bands of the GDR: Feeling B

"We showed that you could have a lot of fun in the GDR"

From the mid-80s onwards, a whole bunch of young, non-conformist bands embodied the lifestyle of the GDR youth with their music and thus shaped the sound of the change. Also there: Feeling B. Keyboard player Flake, now with Rammstein, tells how diligent his music used to be, what went on at village concerts and how he experienced the fall of the Berlin Wall.

Today, Feeling B is often portrayed as the GDR punk band - also due to the connection to Rammstein. Is that justified?

Feeling B wasn't actually a punk band. We didn't really fit in anywhere. The punks didn't accept us because we basically didn't make punk music. Because we weren't edgy enough from our whole life and appearance. And the right rock bands didn't take us seriously either because we were so amateurish, couldn't play properly and deliberately cultivated and maintained our amateurism. At that time we weren't a serious band for anyone. It was very difficult to place us anywhere. Because we were all just too bad. We were an amateur band. But if you say punk is, if you don't give a shit, if you don't care about the rules and only do what you want, then we were a punk band. But less about the music. The fact that we are perceived as a GDR punk band today is only due to the fact that we were the only one of these bands who managed to bring out an LP with Amiga in GDR times.

How did you experience the GDR underground scene?

As a teenager at 16 or 17, I mainly noticed blues bands in the GDR. There was Freygang. And their singer André Greiner-Pol was punk at heart. Basically he played punk in a blues band, had a punky demeanor and some of the lyrics were already punk. Later we played our first concert as Feeling B with Freygang. They just took us with them and let us play in the break between their blocks. Even though we didn't have a permit back then. And nobody noticed. I noticed the first punk band in the east in 1983. It was called Rosa Extra. This was also the name of sanitary towels in the GDR. Shortly afterwards, there was an anti-riot and revolt to love. None of them had a state classification, so they weren't allowed to play. They were real punk bands and therefore they had nothing to do with the so-called "other bands". The so-called other bands were groups that had received a classification and thereby a state recognition. And besides punk, they were also influenced by other genres, for example ska or new wave.

(photo from Flake's private collection)

Did the scene only take place in the big cities or was punk going on in the provinces too?

Our main area of ​​activity was in the village. In Ebersbrunn, Lugau, Saalfeld, Lobenstein. In places that you only really know because there is a village hall. Where the promoter just bought the bands that people wanted to hear. And not the bands that were prescribed for him by the state. Things happened there that nobody knew anything about and nobody suspected anything. Forbidden bands played there by only changing their names. Bands played programs that were absolutely forbidden and people came and nobody noticed. The small villages could not be monitored so well and the Stasi could not see them. Berlin, on the other hand, was the capital of the GDR. If there are 20 punks banding together or 40 goths or 60 heavy metal fans, of course, the police will come and see what is going on and be suspicious. The youth clubs in Berlin were of course much more closely monitored. It was different in the village. Who goes to Lugau and looks at which band is playing? That was too strenuous for the state authorities.

Can one say that Feeling B were privileged because your singer Aljoscha Rompa was allowed to travel to the West?

Yes, because it enabled Aljoscha to get me a Casio keyboard. Such a small Casio toy instrument. That was my main musical instrument. Nowadays every musician would laugh to himself about it. That was really a 200 Mark West item from the toy store. But otherwise nobody in the East was interested in the fact that Aljoscha was allowed over. On the contrary. Rather, a hostile defensive stance built up.

What significance did the program "Parocktikum" have for the scene?

Lutz Schramm, the moderator, was the John Peel of the East. He was the first to play cassettes from Eastern bands on the radio. You can't credit him enough for that!

(photo from Flake's private collection)

How did you experience the fall of the wall?

We were in the crazy position that we were allowed to drive with Feeling B to West Berlin and West Germany shortly before the fall of the Berlin Wall. We suspected that the state wanted to show the West how cool we still are in the East and that we are opening up. It had already brought Western stars like Bruce Springsteen to the East. And we had been sent to the west. But we had a Stasi employee who pretended to be our manager. And he told us you can stay here too. That was a very clear offer that we should stay in the West. And we assume that was why we were allowed over there, to get us to disappear from the East. But that's how it came to be that we played in West Berlin on the evening the Berlin Wall came down. And suddenly a lot of friends come in while we're playing. A few had already fled via Hungary and the green border. And many of our acquaintances have already gone to the West. But that evening there was more. So I asked: "What's going on here. What are you doing here? Have you all left now?" They said: "No, the wall is open." I say: "Can't be true." Then we took our whole fee and got beer for everyone we knew. For us it was an incredible honor. When the wall goes up and everyone can leave the GDR for the first time - what do they do first? They go to the Feeling B concert. There is no better way to express sympathy. That touched me very much. That made it a great evening for us, of course.

How was the time after the fall of the Berlin Wall for Feeling B? Did your counterpart disappear with the end of the GDR?

We didn't sing directly against the GDR. We sang against certain things that were mostly due to the narrow-mindedness and madness of the people. And we had already seen on our first visits that in the West of course nothing is even a bit better. Rather everything is much worse. Aljoscha had already warned us in Eastern times: "If you think all the philistines are here, go west." In the GDR, we felt very comfortable as punks. After that it got worse bit by bit. But when I say that things got wrong during the reunification, that's no complaint. This law-free space after the fall of the Wall was very funny for a while. You could do anything and nobody knew it was allowed. Is it allowed or not? That was a very eventful time and I always got to bed late, to put it that way.

How much GDR is there in Rammstein?

Very very much. Since we were all socialized in the GDR, we think much less selfishly. Nobody tries to stand out. We don't quarrel. What counts for us is what the collective creates.

How do you rate the importance of Feeling B today?

We showed that you could very well have an unlikely lot of fun in the GDR. We made very light and relaxed music. And with that we brought in a little freshness. We also saw the funny side of every situation, were happy about it and made fun of it. We wanted to shape our whole life in such a way that we never scold but always laugh. So far we have largely succeeded. And we showed people that you don't have to play an instrument to make music. But that was more in the spirit of punk than time.

What do you particularly like to remember?

At some concerts I just had a feeling of joy. And the people were also happy, it was like a fair. An event outside of space and time. At a Feeling B concert, everything was allowed and everything was fun. The party went on into the night and there was no difference between the band and the fans. It was all a mass of young people who had a lot of fun in life and could also enjoy it.

[mattness]

somebody to love [au]

Genres: Romantic, AU, Fluff, Songfic Note: Sorry for stupid little mistakes, it's my clumsy translation:)

1986

At another noisy party Jacob Frye was actively leaning on beer and looking for some girl to whom he'd buzz all ears about the recently released album of Queen. He had already drunk a decent amount of beer, and now he was looking for a "victim". But the third girl turned up her nose, not wanting to listen, how brilliant the Queen's songs are. It's strange that he didn't manage to talk to anyone with the same success as when he was sober. He looked very well: perfectly styled and combed hair, leather jacket, black t-shirt and jeans. Frye was sure that he wouldn't leave here alone today, but hope of a hot continuation of the night for the third time slipped away.

Jacob walked down the corridor with a sigh, where only couples in love hung around. He looked into the living room, hoping to find one of his friends, Ezio or Edward, but they're not there. Suddenly, the gaze of green eyes stopped on girl sitting alone on sofa in front of TV. She looked quite nice, concluded the drunker mind of Jacob, who had already gone with the fourth attempt to prove the genius of Queen.

"Do you know, why the song "Somebody To Love" from new Queen's album is the best?" Frye asked, sitting impressively on the sofa next to the girl, placing his hand behind her.

She looked up from the contemplation of the glass with a drink in her hands, looking with a grin at Jacob, who was ready to smile triumphantly. Well, at least someone paid attention!

"Why?"

"Because it's my favorite song".

"You should have thought of something better for flirting", she snickered, and Jacob raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Is it really that bad?"

"Terrible."

"Then, why you haven't left yet?" he snorted resentfully, not taking his eyes off the girl, who didn't stop smiling.

"I was waiting for a music lover like me to come up to talk", she shrugged, and Jacob smiled broadly, immediately suggesting that they go somewhere, where is quieter. She didn't refuse.

They left the house and went outside, where walked slowly towards the campus park. It was a warm summer night. Jacob didn't stop talking all the way, speaking with pleasure about his favorite band, and girl walked next to him, listening attentively, without interrupting. Soon they sat down on a bench, and Frye suddenly came to his senses.

"I'm sorry. Where is my politeness?" he reproached himself, smiling charmingly. "I'm Jacob. What's your name?"

"Gwen", she smiled, and drunk Frye caught himself thinking, that he'd never seen such a beatiful smile before. Perhaps, his hormones and a strong desire to have sex with someone today spoke in him, but girl was really beautiful.

"And... what do you listen?"

"I also like Queen, but I prefer Elton John", Gwen confessed.

"Elton John is a pop singer", Jacob sneered, but it didn't hurt her at all.

"He's a great pop singer. In general, I listen a lot of things."

"Can I rate your vinyl collection?" he arched his eyebrows playfully, directly hinting at his desires at the moment, which made Gwendolyn laugh heartily. "What? Is that even worse than the first one?"

Gwen gave him a curt nod and a friendly pat on his shoulder.

"Unfortunately, you won't have sex tonight, Jacob."

The girl got up from bench and slowly headed towards to the women's dormitory. Jacob, outraged by this turn of events, jumped up from seat and caught up with her. Now he was walking in front of Gwen.

"Tell me, would you sleep with me?"

"Only to Elton John's songs", she joked, and Jacob rolled his eyes.

"Would you? Seriously."

"Good night, Jacob", Gwendolyn said. Frye saw off his last hope for sex tonight and decided to return to the dormitory with a disappointed sigh. The evening was definitely not a good one from the beginning.

In upset feelings, Frye went into the room, to which his neighbor hadn't even returned yet. This only made him more upset than before. He flopped down on the bed and stared at the ceiling in silence until he fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, from the morning, Jacob went extremely dissatisfied, and this didn't go unnoticed by his friends. At lunchtime, as usual, they gathered at the same table in the large students dining room, chatting about the latest events and about something else quite insignificant. Jacob didn't really listen, taking to part in the conversation, although he usually always teased them.

"You're so quiet today, Frye", Edward remarked with his mouth full.

"All girls refused him yesterday", Ezio grinned maliciously cathcing his friend's displeased look. "Really, there wasn't a single girl, who would like to listen to your rave reviews about the latest Queen's album?"

"Go to Hell, Ezio", Jacob snapped.

"You should have heard his flirting on a drunken stupor... If I were a not very smart girl, I wouldn't have fuck with him either", Arno laughed, and a loud, friendly guffaw rolled around their table, but Jacob didn't care. Suddenly, he noticed among the crowd of students a girl, who confessed her love for works of Elton John yesterday. Due to the fact that Frye had drunk too much, he didn't really see her, but he remembered, that she was short with dark brown hair. Now, seeing her with friends, Jacob noticed, that she's really attractive. Especially in this light cotton dress with striped tights.

"Hey, what are you staring at?" Edward waved his hand in front of Frye's face, but Jacob didn't react in any way. His friends followed his gaze.

"Oh, what a cute little one", Auditore smiled. "Will you come to her, Jacob?"

Waking up from a slight obsession, Jacob didn't answer anything, jumped up from his seat and quickly closed the distance to table, where Gwendolyn was sitting. He took an empty chair, turned it back forward and sat down with them as if nothing had happened, which caused girls to stop chatting.

"Oh, Queen fan himself", Gwen grinned, her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail today.

Her friends looked at each other with same grin on their faces.

"I want to ask you have a dinner with me", Jacob smiled, ignoring the others. Right now, he was completely engrossed in the big brown eyes. There was a gleam of interest in them. "Agree. You'll like it."

"Only if you turn on Abba's "Dancing Queen" on your player, heavy metal lover", Gwen said with a giggle, looking very pleased, when Jacob was confused, apparently not immediately understanding, what was it.

"But this is —" he tried to be indignant.

"So, this is also shitty music?" girl interrupted, making an impassive face and turning away from him. But Jacob wasn't going to give up just like that. And if he gave up so easily, he wouldn't be himself.

"Okay, okay! We'll listen to all your favorite music, if you agree to have a dinner with me!"

Gwendolyn turned her attention back to him and smiled warmly. Jacob smiled back.

"Fine. Friday evening?"

"No. Tonight."

"But I have —"

"You've already agreed", Frye interrupted with a wink. Girl exchanged glances with her friends, and they nodded approvingly to her. "I meet you after all classes, right? Just tell me number of the audience."

Gwen called the right class and time, and Jacob, smiling at all girls, hurried back to the table to his friends, who'd watched the whole scene from the beggining. Now his mood is just fine.

It was very hard to wait for the evening. It seemed that time was deliberately dragging on too long, delaying the moment of a date with a girl, who seemed to love music as much as he did. At least, she knew who Queen was, and Jacob was ready to marry her. Of course, this is a rather loud statement, but how nice it was for him. That's why he was waiting so long for half past six in the evening to be at the audience number "345".

The bell rang, and the students, one by one, began to leave the history lesson. Jacob looked for Gwendolyn, who had gone out in the company of her friends. Noticing Frye, she said goodbye to them and approached him with a smile.

"Where are you taking me?"

"To a small but very nice bar on the outskirts of Cambridge", he smiled, offering to take his arm. The girl didn't mind.

"Is it far away?"

"I have a car."

Jacob was the proud owner of a red Mustang, a model of the seventy-fourth year, which made him the envy of almost everyone on campus. And he often drove girls on it. Everyone was in love with this car, including him.

Frye gallantly opened the door for Gwen, and she climbed into the salon.

"Will I turn on Queen?" Jacob asked, already sitting behind the wheel.

"Oh, no", Gwen giggled. She took a cassette of Elton John's new album out of her backpack. "Please. Listen to at least a couple of songs, and then, if you don't like it at all, turn on your own."

"All right, a pop fan", Jacob said with a mockery in his voice, and she just laughed, so sincerely that something jumped in his heart. The cassette was in the tape recorder, and the salon was filled with pleasant notes from the song "Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word". Jacob began to listen the words, and Gwen began to sing along softly. The song was touching, a little sad, but he really liked it. It even made him think about how lonely he really was, but all the longing was knocked down by the next "Between Seventeen and Twenty", which seems to be perfect for driving.

A completely different plan for the evening with Gwen was born in Jacob's head, very different from the original one. So they stopped at the nearest store, bought food and a couple of bottles of beer. The Mustang was parked on a high hill with an impressive view of the whole of Cambridge. Jacob liked to come here alone, enjoy music and think about everything in the world. It was a private place, but now he is ready to share it with Gwen.

"Do you like Elton?" the girl was curious when the tape ended, and Jacob turned off the engine.

"Exceeded all my expectations", he said honestly. With the next tape, he turned on Queen. While the first songs were playing, the couple talked about everything, getting to know each other better. Jacob liked Gwendolyn more and more, and he saw in her something like a kindred spirit.

As soon as the food was eaten and the beer was drunk, Jacob got out of the car with Gwen. In the cold of the evening, he offered to dance. Exactly at this moment, his favorite "Somebody To Love" started playing. Jacob began to dance and sing along, not taking his eyes off the girl, who couldn't help but smile. Their hands were constantly intertwined. He pulled her to waist, already singing along to Freddie in a half-whisper.

Frye's voice caressed her ears, and Gwen felt a magical warmth spread in her chest. It was something incredible. She had never experienced anything like this with any guy before. Jacob was special. And suddenly she understood, why he liked this particular song so much.

"Why did you stop smiling? What is it?" he asked, stopping when he noticed her sad look.

"I feel like I'm in this song, too", Gwen said seriously, looking into his green eyes. "It seems that it doesn't sound sad, but... its meaning is very close to me. I understand why you like it so much, Jacob."

Frye raised his eyebrows in surprise, but didn't interrupt her.

"You're the same. Behind the external fun and recklessness, you hide your loneliness, you just want someone to love you as selflessly and endlessly as you are ready to love someone", Gwendolyn smiled sadly, gently stroking his shoulders, realizing from his discouraged face, that she'd hit the nail on the head. Jacob remained in a sincere stupor for several minutes, gradually agreeing with every word she said.

"I'm sorry if I —" Gwen hurried to add, because the silence dragged on, but she didn't have time to finish. Jacob leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips.

The girl answered with pleasure, smiling through the kiss.

"Can I call you Gwenny?" Jacob asked when the air in his lungs ran out. Gwen nodded, receiving another kiss. "Please be my... my girlfriend, Gwenny."

"If you turn on Abba's Mama Mia", Gwen joked, and Frye laughed.

"I'm ready to turn on anything, as long as you're be mine."

They laughed together and danced to their favorite songs for the rest of the night. As soon as the notes of "Mamma Mia" rang out, Gwen began to sing along, without taking her eyes off Jacob, who was looking at her with the most satisfied look, falling more and more in love with every second. He felt, that he would never be as happy with anyone as with this girl. On the last chorus, she came close, pressing her whole body against him, put her arms around his neck and kissed him a couple of times on the scar on his cheek, and whispered on his lips:

"My, my, I could never let you go."

Jacob smiled broadly, drowning in blissful oblivion and forgetting about everything around him. His whole world now consisted of cassettes with his favorite songs, a red mustang, a beautiful and happy Gwendolyn in his arms, and an evening that instantly stopped being cold. And only the happiest time was waiting for them ahead.

[hunnyuwu]

My Baby Don’t Like It || NCT Jaehyun+Mark [part I]

Premise: What went wrong along the way? After everything we had been through, you still chose to leave me?

Pairings : Dad! Jaehyun x fem! reader x Friend! Mark

WC: 2.1 K

Warnings: explicit language, some extreme fluff

Part I || Part II || Part III

"Hey baby! How are you today?" You were crouched down on your knees, shooting a silly smile as the most adorable four year old in the world ran straight into your outstretched arms, worming his way into the crevasse of your neck. You cooed into the kid’s ear, happy to see the boy happy and healthy. He  withdrew from his squirmy snuggles to plant his tiny, moist lips on your soft cheek as his little greeting to his beloved Noona.

"I'm happy to see you, Noona!" A smile lit up his round, chubby features before he nuzzled back into the crevasse of your neck. You rubbed the top of his head a few times, messing up his short black locks, before getting up so that you were finally standing at your own height.

"Thanks for looking after him today, Y/N."

Your heart beat slowed down to a steady, rhythmic pace immediately. The slow, heavy thrumming taunted you as it rattled in your within the hollow shells of your ears. You interlocked hands with the small boy beside you before lifting your chin to see the person before you.

A gentle smile blossomed over your lips, a wave of calm washing over your body as you examined the familiar face before you, "Of course, Jaehyun."

"Remember Y/N, I changed my name." Jaehyun gave you a teasing jab, a dumb grin occupying his eyes. You flinched a little backwards, knives stabbing your poor heart as memories flashed at the forefront of your mind.

‘Yeah, but you changed it for her.’

"A-Ah, right! Sorry, have a good day, Yoon-Oh."

You released a breath that were holding for a little while as you saw Jaehyun hop into the driver's seat of an extremely expensive, luxury car. The flashy woman in the passenger seat threw an overstated air kiss to the little boy beside you, glancing your way soon after. A scowl replaced the smile you were holding onto desperately as she simply smirked with triumph. Your free hand curled into a tight fist as you watched the car whiz away, to the point that your knuckles turned white and your nails threatened to puncture the flesh of your palm.

She removed Jaehyun from your life, 

And he allowed it to happen.

You and Jaehyun had known one another since primary school. On a bitter, cold day in the autumn of your second year, Jaehyun nervously approached your lunch table to ask if he could sit with your group, which you guys obviously said yes. While the friends you had in that group all eventually slipped away from your life through your years of schooling, Jaehyun and you had managed to maintain a close friendship. The close bond and chemistry the two of you had was undeniable to the public and private eye. Everyone thought the two of you would eventually get married, which you didn't mind them thinking in the slightest. Jaehyun had always thought the same too, even though there was no official romance. Just adoring looks, sweet gestures, lovely memories, and tense atmospheres.

In university, you finally confirmed your feelings for him, ready for that next step with him. You finally realized that he was your destiny, and you thought you were his as well.

Next thing you knew, Jaehyun found a girl from his economics class and the rest is history. They had an accidental child early on in their whirlwind romance, the one you were currently watching playing with stackable plastic blocks. Anger boiled your blood... you still loved Jaehyun to the depths of your heart, to the point that you regularly questioned whether you would ever be able to move on, but you couldn't understand how dense he was when it came to his girlfriend: Jimin.

Jimin wasn't your average, plain Jane college gal. She was simply receiving a business degree for the sake of having the piece of paper that she didn’t even work for. Jimin had her daddy's money and company waiting for her once she deemed herself ready for the role. When Jimin set her eyes on Jaehyun the very first class of economics, it was game over for anything between you two. Jimin made it her mission to claim Jaehyun as her own personal property, in other words her personal boy toy, basically making it her life’s mission to rid of you in his life. Or as she specifically explain it, 'spending quality time with boyfie while they were young.' You saw through her sugary sweet act from the moment you laid eyes on her when Jaehyun introduced the two fo you.

She was a brat, a snob, a snake, and any description with negative connotation that you could think of. You hissed as you remembered that the woman even convinced him that 'Yoon-Oh' was a more handsome name than Jaehyun. ‘How could he be so under her spell to not see the sort of shit she puts him through?’ You wondered. 

‘The least she could be is a sweet, decent person to make Jaehyun happy in life.’

That would have satisfied you, but in the end, you knew that people never really get what they want. You were left high and dry while a snobby rich whisked Jaehyun away like he was never there to begin with. And the fact that the woman barely paid any attention to her child made you absolutely sick to your stomach. Hot tears pricked at your eyes as you watched the innocent boy giggle as he was currently in the midst of building a little block boat. 

‘Taking random selfies with your extremely adorable child for your dumb Instagram page does NOT count as parenting, Jimin.’

As you reminisced on all of the times that you had to deal with Jimin's endless childishness and her possessiveness over Jaehyun, you felt a little tug at your sleeve. You smiled tearily as you saw one thing that significantly brightened up your bleak life.

"Noona?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Why do you look so sad today?"

Your heart constricted like someone was squeezing it tightly, already feeling regret as you had been too absorbed in your own thoughts to give him your full attention. You didn't have an early education degree for nothing.

"Ah, just little things, Baby. Don't worry about it."

"But I don't want Noona to be sad! We should get you ice cream like you do when I get a boo boo!" Jaehyun's son, Jeno, happily suggested, probably just wanting to eat some ice cream himself. You were put into a bout of laughter as you lovingly looked at Jeno get up to 'go get you some ice cream to fix your inside boo boo.'

You complied as you simply couldn't ever say no to the precious boy, so you were on your way out to the local grocery store near your house, which you hadn't gone to in awhile. You peered down to the eye smile prince himself who was happily skipping alongside you, his tiny hand wrapped around the middle three fingers of your hand, a gesture that you you screaming in an internal maternal mess. 

Jimin and Jaehyun have been so neglecting of this poor child lately, always going out on day long dates and luxurious overseas trips, obviously as per Jimin's request. 

You had to say, you were extremely disappointed at Jaehyun for forgetting his caring, sweet roots. The child you were currently leading into a small grocery store was basically your own, you were more of a mother to him than Jimin could ever be.

"Hey, Y/N!"

You looked around to see who called out your name when you spotted a familiar face, causing you to stumble back with pleasant surprise.

"Oh hey, Mark! I didn't know you worked here! Master's degree yet?" You led little Jeno over to the cash register to greet him, gushing over seeing the adorable guy once again. You knew Mark when you were a senior in college, him being a spry sophomore at the time. While he was a music major and you were an early education major, you two fatefully ended up in the same science requirement classes, leading to a beautiful, supportive relationship to blossom between the two of you. You hadn't been able to see him as of late as you were busy with your job.

"Yeah, I’m here part time. Needed some money so I can pay off my college debt as I'm looking for a gig at the moment. But anyways, uhhh, y-you look beautiful as ever, Y/N. Is he your child?" You blushed at his compliment while looking down at little Jeno who Mark was gesturing to gently. Jeno was shooting Mark a suspicious glare causing you to giggle as you dropped a hand to pat his head.

"No, this is Jeno, Jaehyun's son. I regularly babysit him."

Mark gave you a confused look, something wasn't adding up for him.

"You and Jaehyun aren't together?"

You were taken aback at his lack of knowledge. You even told him about Jaehyun's girlfriend a long time ago, but it seems like he didn't remember. Besides, you and Jaehyun were very, very not together.

As you were about to explain, Jeno took the spotlight.

"Daddy should date my Noona! She's a lot better-"

"Shh, you shouldn't say stuff like that, Jeno." You cooed to comfort the pouting kid as you hoisted him up onto your waist to rock him a little. He was getting a little heavy for this, but you didn't mind throwing your back out for him.

Mark laughed to himself, throwing a loving gaze your way as you and Jeno bickered for a little. His insides turned to goop as he fell down the tempting rabbit hole once again.

"Well, if you're not with anyone right now... c-could I ask to maybe take you out on a date sometime?"

You abruptly paused your conversation with Jeno to whip your head to the blushing male. A little blush to match his crept up to your cheeks as you reeled over what he just said in your mind like a broken cassette.

"You want to... go out with me?" You whispered with a tilt of your head, needing a firm confirmation from him before you let your mind start playing tricks on itself.

"Yeah, if that's fine with you." Mark restated, biting down on his bottom lip as he awaited your answer.

Thoughts of Jaehyun’s beautiful, warm smile plagued your mind like a disease; you were still very much in love with him. Even if his actions gave you a whole list as to why you should give his ass up in a heartbeat. 

You looked back into Mark's eyes, finally making up your mind.

"I'd love to, Mark."

"Really?" He choked out, already expecting a rejection coming his way. You were oblivious to it, but Mark had the largest crush on you ever since you became partners for your science class. Whenever he even thought of asking you out, he remembered how close you were to Jaehyun, so he always chickened out. 

This was finally his chance.

"Yeah, of course I would." You said sheepishly.

"But what about Daddy?"

You looked back to Jeno who was inches away from your face with round, glassy eyes. You sighed as you gave his cheek a quick little peck.

"Your Daddy is happy with your Mommy, Jeno. Don't worry, you will always be the number one man in my heart, okay? We will have a bunch more playdates!"

Mark watched as you comforted Jeno, feeling his heart thump violently against his ribcage. He knew you were the one for him, and he truly pitied Jaehyun, for he couldn't even see the true beauty that was sitting in front of him for so many years. Mark prayed above, thoroughly thanking fate to bring you to him today.

"Excuse me, but are you checking out right now?" An elderly woman appeared behind you with a harsh glare, a sharp tongue to match her tapping foot. You bowed quickly, not too much so that Jeno wouldn’t fall off, muttering small apologies as you moved out of the way.

"You better give me a discount for the ice cream, Mark!" You yelled as you walked away with Jeno over to the ice cream freezer. Mark gave you a cute little smile before diving back into scanning the items that that woman gave to him. Though it has been hard in your journey to give up on Jaehyun, there may be just as amazing men that would be better for you out there. You sighed out happily, maybe things were going to improve for you in the future.

~~~

Part I || Part II || Part III

This mini fic is the result of when I learned that Jaehyun said he would have basically been a teenage dad if he wasn't an idol 👁👄👁

[lastxviolet]

The Assistant - CH. 2

Description: Summary - Her sixth year at Hogwarts was supposed to be relatively peaceful but after an incident on the Hogwarts express, Violet Wilkes finds herself the newest target of the Weasley twins. This, combined with a dark family secret, and the Triwizard tournament, makes her first few months back more exciting and stressful than every year before.

pairing: George Weasley x Original Female Character

warnings: pg-13. slow burn, eventual smut hehe

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28218804/chapters/69148695

Cool air stung her face as she followed Sadie off the train. They'd left London completely under the thumb of summer so the autumnal chill was entirely welcome. She sucked in the familiar earthy, forest air, relishing in the arrival at their destination, and shook the image of her family having dinner tonight without her while pushing through the crowd of students chatting loudly. The small Hogsmeade platform was hardly big enough to house them all so she quickened her pace, desperate to emerge from the pack before the crowd was shoulder to shoulder.

As she walked, she eyed the students around her hopefully. There was still one dear friend that she owned a greeting to but she hadn't seen her on the train. She searched the crowd making its way to the enchanted carriages at the beginning of the forest and spotted sporadic curls walking quickly behind a group of Gryffindors, a few feet in front of her.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen Hermione Granger outside of their evenings in the library. Her almost two-year-long friendship with the witch wasn't necessarily a secret but it was certainly unexpected and not very well known.

It had been annoying at first, sharing her late-night library refuge with the young bushy-haired witch, until one night they talked so long that Madam Pince had found them asleep at the desks around sunrise. They'd crossed paths almost every night in the library since, spewing factoids, and quizzing each other but also sitting in comfortable silence. She would never admit it to her fellow Slytherin's but studying with Hermione always made her miss her younger sister a little less.

"Alright, Granger?" She called loudly enough to cut through the bleating crowd, accidentally making her friend jump a little. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley's necks snapped back towards her, ready to defend their friend, but relaxed and kept walking at the sight of her.

She scowled. If she had to see any more red hair today, she would vomit. She didn't mind Harry or Ron too much, not that she'd ever spoken more than a few sentences with them. But, by the way, they spoke to Hermione when they came to occasionally tear her away from the library, they didn't appreciate the brilliant witch nearly enough, which rubbed her the wrong way.

Hermione abandoned her red and gold crowd briefly to awkwardly hug her shoulders. "Violet!"

She had grown a bit taller over the summer and Violet no longer had to look down on her, now they stood face to face. Her tawny eyes were bright against her freckled skin. A summer of unwinding had done her some good.

"How was your summer," Hermione continued, smiling broadly.

"Excellent, and you," she asked into Hermione's signature curls, as the witch held her tight.

"Quite busy really, I have loads to tell you," she exclaimed. "I'll find you in the library, I've made some astounding discoveries in Arithmancy that I think you'll find interesting."

Hermione let go of her shoulder as Harry and Ron pulled her onto the enchanted carriage, landing next to Neville Longbottom, a particularly tragic Gryffindor.

"I can't wait to hear about advanced potions this year," she half shouted from her seat, waving as they rolled away towards the castle.

That's right, it was her sixth year so she finally got to be in the N.E.W.T level potions class, the most advanced potions course that Hogwarts offered. How had she forgotten? She silently thanked Hermione for the much needed happy thought.

"You'll be sick of hearing about it before Christmas!"

She smiled. Leave it to the Gryffindor to make her look on the bright side of things.

Sadie pulled her up to their carriage and nuzzled into her as they glided through the trees, cold air whipping any exposed skin.

If it weren't so cold, it would've been a nice walk. The Hogsmeade train station was close to the spot she occasionally wandered to in her free time. There were a few feet, closer to the lake where the various protection spells and other charms were weakest and her cassette tape player worked. She stared at it longingly as they passed by. It, and a few books, would be the closest she'd be to the muggle world for another year.

The Great Hall was already hustling and bustling with students scurrying to say hello to friends from other houses before the feast commenced, by the time they got there. The ceiling glowed ominous blue and black, mirroring the storm that was brewing outside. Below it, thousands of candles hovered, glittering the ornate gold accents and casting bright reflections around the room.

One more important hello left, she thought, as Sadie dragged them to their table.

She passed the Bloody Baron, shooting their house ghost a nod, and craned her neck to inspect the head table at the front of the room before sitting down.

Professor Snape was already glowering at the Slytherin table, inspecting them for appropriate behavior no doubt, so all she needed to do was raise her arm in a small wave to get his attention. It took only a second for his eyes to find her. She greeted him with a curt smile, to which he responded with a polite nod. His somber eyes lit up for just a moment at their interaction but it ultimately made no dent in his stoic expression, not that she expected much more than that. He was incredibly guarded, strict, and stoic but she respected him immensely.

"Did you see him?"

Sadie pulled her down to their seats.

She furrowed her brow in confusion. "See who?"

Sadie huffed slightly, aware that she hadn't been listening to her since they walked into the room.

"Graham Montague!"

She'd heard that name too many times come from Sadies mouth to be curious about what was on about. Their tumultuous fling for the past few years had been exhausting to hear about.

"Oh yes, sorry I see him, but I wish I couldn't," she rested her head in her hands and tried to look interested.

"He wrote me over the summer you know," Sadie continued, ignoring the dig. "I told him that he owed me five galleons for making me read his stupid ramblings."

The sound of thunder made the room jump as the clouds on the ceiling broke, signaling a night of rain. Impatience had never been a flaw of hers but silly, elongated ordeals like the first feast of the year brought out the feeling in full force. It was a huge fiasco that took forever. She tried to calm her anxiously bouncing knee but it was torture to be away from the library when it was raining. No one would be there to witness the water droplets ricocheting off the stained glass that contorted the sprawling green grounds outside, transforming the world into a Monet painting.

The front doors opened with a bang and she turned to watch the soaking wet first years scurry down the center aisle. Enchanted music swelled to greet them, much to the surprise of the muggle-born students. They looked like they'd stumbled into a dream as they registered the amount of magic swirling around them.

Her first year, she'd pinched herself the entire boat ride across the lake, waiting for the majestic castle to disappear and be replaced by her bedroom ceiling. Her father's descriptions of the castle and campus hadn't done it justice and she still found new things to marvel at from time to time. She wished there was a way to sneak a camera in next year so that she could capture her sisters reaction.

The festivities crawled at a snail's pace. She politely clapped along for every sorting, ignoring the pang of nerves in her gut when a few of the newly sorted Slytherins scampered over to greet Malfoy with a handshake, clearly aware of the pure-blood supremacy they were joining, and it's leader.

The others nervously stared at their plates, occasionally looking up to search for a friendly face, which she and Sadie were always happy to provide. It was tough, especially for those who were aware of Slytherin's reputation but had expected to be sorted into a different house. Tougher though, for those who had to learn the hard way. She pitied them, as she'd pitied herself. Her father didn't talk about the wizarding world much so she was left to piece together the dos and don'ts through old photos and whispers between her parents. It was a learning curve, especially coming from a muggle school but it took almost no time to realize that a simple green tie could be interpreted in terrible ways.

She glared at the sorting hat as a professor whisked it away.

The shrill noise of echoing metal against glass signaled the room to be quiet. Professor Dumbledore rose from his seat, effectively hushing the students. He extended his arms, the silver of his robes shimmered in the candlelight, as his soft eyes took in the room.

"I have only two words to say to you," he said, pausing pervasively. "Tuck in."

Dinner flooded onto the tables, appearing out of thin air. She craned her neck to watch the first years again, the shock on their faces was hilarious and would probably take a few more meals to disappear. The rest of the room was completely distracted by the lavish meal.

Finally.

"That's my cue," she whispered low enough for only Sadie to hear, turning to swing a leg over the bench.

"I don't think you can escape so easily."

She shot her friend a puzzled look before following her gaze towards the closed main doors, being guarded diligently by the caretaker, Filch.

"Bloody hell," she huffed, glancing around the buzzing room for an explanation. Sadie spotted the Bloody Baron again, making his way down the table and beckoned him to join them.

"Tell me, Baron," she mewed, smiling sweetly. "Why does Filch look like he'd tackle anyone who tried to leave?"

Even in his wispy white form, the Baron's eyes twinkled at the opportunity for gossip. You wouldn't expect it from his name but he had two soft spots; Slytherins and the chance to spread rumors.

"You didn't hear it from me Miss Baldock but the Headmaster wants everyone here for a special announcement at the end of dinner," he answered in nothing more than a whisper. "However, I would be willing to assist you, should you need to make a quick escape." He bared his teeth and shot a devilish glare at the caretaker.

So, she was stuck.

"Thank you Baron but that's alright, I'd hate to miss anything important," Violet insisted, resettling herself back on the bench.

"Suit yourself, Miss Wilkes, I might just go and do it anyway. Excuse me," the ghost floated back through the hall, giving them a mischievous wink.

She glanced back up to the head table. Other than a few more empty seats than normal, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Maybe he had some new professors to introduce? Or perhaps some new school rules to brief them on? Either way, the thought of being trapped was making her restless.

She pursed her lips in thought and begrudgingly returned to the one-sided conversation Sadie was having with her.

"As I was saying, if we don't have Care of Magical Creatures together I will have a fit."

She held her fork and picked at the food in front of her; trying and failing to enjoy herself.

"Oh Sadie, please tell me you're not still on about your obsession with Hagrid," she regarded her friend with a knowing glance.

"I am not ashamed of my lust for a big, daft man," Sadie said, pointing her chin towards the rest of the Slytherin table. "Lord knows none of these twigs could do the job — daft yes —but twigs none the less."

She laughed, easing the nerves in her torso. Sadie's pessimistic view of their house wasn't entirely wrong, the only exceptions were Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, two particularly porky fourth years who followed Malfoy around like puppies. Definitely not the big and dumb that Sadie was looking for.

She'd never really looked at anyone from her house as a romantic possibility. Very few gave her the time of day and the ones that did usually regretted it. Her short fuse and hot temper didn't mesh well with the haughty nature and overconfidence of most Slytherin boys.

She participated in bits of conversation here and there during dinner but was at her wit's end by the time dessert finished. The air shifted from excitement to agitation as the rest of the room finally noticed their inability to leave. Dumbledore must have sensed the unrest because not a moment later, he was situated at his podium in front of the head table.

"Now that we are all settled in a sorted, I'd like to make an announcement," his voice echoed through the hall and drowned out the inquisitive chatter. "This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. See, Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event, the Triwizard Tournament."

The conversation was instantaneous and ricocheted off of every surface. Students, mostly from wizarding families, picked their jaws up off the floor and tried to explain the exhilarating news to their less-informed peers, like herself.

The noise was enough to make her miss the train.

Over the twittering, Fred Weasley yelled, "You're JOKING," from the Gryffindor table and the room burst into a fit of laughter. Even Dumbledore struggled to stifle his giggle of delight.

"No, Mr. Weasley, I am not joking. Now for those of you who don't know, the Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools for a magical contest."

Their headmaster paused dramatically, and then continued, seemingly satisfied with the awe-struck look on nearly everyone's faces.

"From each school, a single student is selected, and let me be clear, if chosen, you stand alone. Trust me when I say, these contests are not for the faint-hearted." His voice turned eerily serious and a shudder rattled down her back.

So not a fun, light-hearted tournament then, she thought. It had been a shock to learn that most things in the wizarding world came with a good amount of danger, even some of the most common forms of travel were riddled with risk. She was an idiot to think that a school event would be any different. Just look at Quidditch.

"More of that later," he said, snapping out of the somber trance. "Now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies from the Bauxbatons Academy of Magic and their Head Mistress, Madame Maxine."

The doors finally opened and a group of girls clad in light blue silk strutted through, nearly appearing out of midair. She rose out of her seat slightly to watch them flit down the aisle between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, releasing blue butterflies with every step. Male voices erupted into cheers. Not surprisingly, the lewdest and loudest comments came from the Slytherin table.

Disgusting pricks had no respect. Not even for themselves.

"Blimey, I'd crack skulls if I were that big," Sadie gasped.

The giant Headmistress waltzed in behind her students, lead by Dumbledore.

"What a woman," she echoed, trying to tune out the embarrassing howls from her male peers as the French witches finished their show. She'd heard of other wizarding schools around the world but never expected to see their students in person.

She clapped along and admired the flattering Bauxbaton's school uniform. Who on earth had designed the grey and black Hogwarts uniform when other schools got that?

Maybe an all-girls school wouldn't have been such a bad idea.

"And now, our friends from the north," Dumbledore bellowed from the podium once more. "Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their headmaster, Igor Karkaroff."

With a bang, a group of large, tall, men strode into the hall sporting dark turtlenecks and fur coats. This time it was Sadie shouting lewd comments over the crowd.

"Bloody hell I think I'm going to slide off my seat," Sadie said breathlessly, pretending to grip her arm for support. "Guess I won't have to settle for Hagrid this year!"

She couldn't help but smile and laugh at the unconventional, scandalous humor of her friend.

The Durmstrang boy's faces were stoic and brooding, clearly, the cold northern winters were less kind to soft adolescent features. She wondered how they could be the same age as anyone at Hogwarts.

Sparks poured from the ends of their walking sticks, each strike leaving scorch marks on the stone floor. Gasps echoed through the hall as their quick pace eventually turned into a run, with some bounding forward to show off incredible acrobatics before joining the Bauxbaton girls at the front of the hall. Cheers turned into low murmurs as a man, who she guessed was their headmaster, walked into the room with a very stoic and large boy at his side.

"Fuck me," Sadie muttered. "That's Victor Krum. I can't believe my eyes. He's even better looking in person."

Violet tore her eyes from the pair strutting down the main aisle. "In person? What do you mean?"

"Quidditch of course," she snapped. "He almost won Bulgaria the Quidditch World Cup just last week. It's a wonder how he even has time for school."

Figured. Her father didn't even follow muggle sports, let alone wizarding ones. She'd successfully avoided the Quidditch pitch for a majority of games and could barely name a single ball.

The three headmasters met at Dumbledores podium, but the room was still abuzz, eyeing the celebrity excitedly.

This was her chance.

"Fill me in later," she said, swinging her legs over the bench, once more, to hop up from the table. She crouched and ran, hoping to go unnoticed.

"You're a real bore you know that," was all she heard before a rogue lighting bolt from the enchanted ceiling above helped her slip out the door without interruption.

Filch didn't notice her disappearance and she heard the doors slam closed when she was a few feet away. The noise was canceled immediately. The silence was a relief after nearly an entire day of chaos.

She marched towards the library, trying to stick to the shadows as much as possible, as she didn't normally go out of her way to break the rules like this. The halls were empty except for a few raging fireplaces, lighting her way and the occasional preoccupied ghost.

The isolation was heavenly.

She pressed a hand to the library door and pushed. Locked. Of course. Madam Pince was still at the feast, she thought, pressing her wand to the door.

Alohomora

The unlocked doors opened with a loud groan signaling that no one had been there all summer. The long room with mazes of books, desks, couches, and chairs was stale and less inviting in its dark state, than it normally was, fully lit and busy.

Incendio

She smiled. The familiar flickering orange glow illuminated the room and extinguished the final bit of nerves left from the train ride and annoyingly long feast.

One,

Two,

Three…

She counted the bookcases diligently. It took 40 to get to the hidden alcove at the end of the hall but even if she lost count, she'd know her plush, velvet chair anywhere.

No one except for Hermione ever wandered that deep into the library so the long walk was well worth the refuge and privacy that it allowed.

The sound of rain echoed through the shelves and high ceilings, creating a loud repetitive sound, only interrupted by her thudding footsteps on the rug. She dodged a few self-sorting books, enchanted to move on their own, but other than that, there was no movement.

Thirty-eight,

Thirty-nine,

Forty.

Relief.

The large wingback velvet chair in the corner welcomed her back with a familiar creak and groan as she nestled into her favorite spot. Nothing about the sanctuary had changed. Her chair, the oversized couch, and Hermione's long wooden desk with a few matching chairs sat exactly where they had been when she'd left in June. Satisfied with the familiar surroundings, she turned her attention to the large window. The colors outside were much less vibrant as darkness cascaded over the campus but at least she could still make out the last of a purple and pink sunset reflecting off of the lake.

Accio

A copy of Advanced Potions came barreling out of a bookcase too far away for her to see and landed in her outstretched hand. The familiar purple cover reminded her of all the ways that the castle felt like home.

The first time Snape had given her a copy of this textbook was during her fourth year. She'd worked through it late into the night for almost the entire term, only being befuddled by a few of the more time-consuming recipes. The look on Snape's face as she'd presented him with a box of vials containing the completed potions just before Christmas break, was the closest she'd ever seen him smile.

The pages were crisp as she flipped idly through the instructions, much different than her worn copy, and decided on the chapter about love potions.

After a few hours of leisurely reading, she battled the heaviness of her eyelids in vain. She nodded awake, surrendering to her need for sleep, and muttered a spell to return the book to its place. The library was still entirely undisturbed as she made her way to the door sleepily.

The sound of heels clicking over the whirling wind and rain against the windows signaled Madam Pince's return at the entrance of the library.

"I just cannot keep you away," the librarian said, letting her pass. "Is Granger back there as well or can I lock up for the night?"

Violet grinned. "Nope, just me, and I'll be out of your hair until tomorrow."

The generally stern woman shot her a wink and closed the door behind her. Madam Pince had probably seen enough of her to last an entire lifetime but she always made it seem like she was pleased to see her every time. Violet wondered if it was genuine.

Her exhaustion escaped her as she stepped out into the hallway, finding it in a state of disarray with her peers abuzz, running from one group to another, all gossiping about the Triwizard tournament.

Darting back down the main hall, she dodged running Prefects, and giggling underclassmen, sticking to the wall to avoid any familiar faces. Even on a normal day, it was quite easy to disappear in the vast castle and busy hallways. Steering clear of wandering eyes only took a step into a shadow here, or a quiet shuffle behind a babbling group, there. Which is just what she did as she made her way through the corridor. Only a few more paces of being invisible and she'd be back in the dungeon.

The energy in the hall practically rattled the stone walls. She couldn't fight the feeling that she'd missed something else important. She wondered if she was correct, and if leaving early had been worth it. The answer came as soon as the thought passed her mind, as a familiar voice boomed through the hall.

"They can't do that!" George Weasley yelled. "We're seventeen in April, why can't we have a shot?"

Her heart race quickened as the redhead and nearly half of Gryffindor house came into view only a few feet away.

"They're not stopping me from entering," Fred waved his arms wildly next to his brother. "The champions'll get to do all sorts of stuff you'd never be allowed to do normally. And a thousand Galleons prize money!"

Of course, they wanted to enter. There was no doubt in her mind that a Gryffindor would be chosen as the school's champion. They had a tendency for danger, and for proving bravery. She stayed in the shadows but watched the pack's trajectory closely, fearing that it might intersect with hers.

Hermione trailed behind the group, ushering them towards the moving staircase, and pestering them about being the last ones to make it to the common room. The young witch always looked at her whits end around her friends. How she had the energy to herd cats, was a mystery.

Violet accidentally caught her eye and picked up her pace, hoping to escape the group of extroverts with a smile and a nod.

"Violet," Hermione called as they crossed paths. "Can you believe the news about the tournament? Are you thinking about entering? You're seventeen aren't you?"

It would have been easy to lose them in the crowd but she couldn't be rude to her friend. Even if she was accompanied by a pack of lions. Begrudgingly, she peeled herself out of the shadows and met them in the middle of the hall.

"Not until October," she admitted to the group, all of which had their eyes on her. They were significantly less intimidating than her own house, but annoying all the same. The Weasley twins appeared to her left but she refused to meet their eyes.

How was it possible to avoid their hi-jinx for nearly five years, and now, she'd seen them three times on their very first day back, twice before they'd even made it to the castle. Well, she thought, bad things always come in threes so this would surely be the last time having to speak with them.

"The tournament doesn't start until after Halloween so you'll be just in time," Hermione said in an awkward tone, clearly sensing her apprehension. The encounter was uncomfortable but she appreciated the interesting revelation about an age limit. It certainly explained the prominent maturity of the students from the other schools.

The twins pushed between her and Hermione before she could answer.

Her heart rate spiked slightly. The devilish look in their eyes from when they'd entered her train car had returned. Were they going to confront her about the incident? Make her do something worse and in front of everyone?

"An older woman then," George sneered, still looking rather burnt about their previous encounter.

"Whaddya say, Wilkes? Do us a favor and put our names in the Goblet?" Fred echoed.

He loomed over her, his eyebrows arched in question and mouth stretched from ear to ear. She doubted he'd ever held his tongue in a conversation this long, and appreciated the show of restraint.

Regardless, she rolled her eyes. "And watch you get yourself killed?" She took a step around the boisterous twin and squeezed Hermione's hand in a silent goodbye. "I'd be happy to."

The Gryffindors laughed at Fred's protests but she ignored them, pushing through the group, regretting leaving the announcement too early.

She practically flew down the dungeon stairs, happy to have escaped from the interaction with minimal worlds. Freezing air and the smell of stone and musk welcomed her underground. It was good to be back.

The Slytherin common room door came into view and her excitement fizzled. A long summer away had made the putrid password, slip from her mind.

This was, perhaps, when she envied other houses the most. They all changed their common room passwords with the seasons, or just for fun; ad-libbing silly meaningless phrases to make homesick first years laugh as they entered their home away from home.

Not theirs though.

It stayed the same, year after year. She kept it hidden in her subconscious, only acknowledging it for the split second it took to open the common room door. Even then, she tried to regard it as meaningless, simply an old-fashioned tradition that refused to die, but deep down she knew what it was.

Submission.

A forced admission of blood superiority so that everyone knew, regardless of house, who was meant to submit to who. The sour taste lessened the more times she said it throughout the years but the first time back was always the worst.

Her lips curled and teeth bared in order to force her tongue to spit it out.

Pureblood

The stone slab slid away, revealing the elegant stone, leather, and green velvet common room within. She shook off the cloud of disgust and wove through a sea of familiar faces chatting and hanging off of couches and chairs. A group of seventh-year boys boasted loudly to the room about how they would bring Slytherin glory by winning the tournament.

She sucked her lips to her teeth and swallowed a smile. These purebred, pampered, prats wouldn't last a day in the muggle world, let alone with actual beasts, she thought.

Sadie practically pounced on her as soon as she pushed open the door marked Wilkes & Baldock. Despite her roommate's animated pestering, their new two-person suite, a perk for upperclassmen, was quite peaceful. Emerald sheets, curtains, and pillows, accented by dark wood furniture and adorned with silver knick-knacks, memorabilia from alumni past, made the room quite cozy.

She looked around the room once more before submitting to Sadie's chatter.

"Alright, what did I miss?"

"Could you have taken any longer? I've been back for ages," she scolded, pacing back and forth while trying to hold a straight face. "Sometimes I wonder what you would do if I wasn't always waiting around to fill you in on stuff."

She smiled at Sadies attempt to be withholding, especially with such clearly juicy information. Keeping secrets was not her specialty, not that Violet minded. Her lack of scandalous behavior ensured that she only ever got to reap the rewards of her friend's knack for gossip and weakness for babbling.

"But you are," she reminded her.

Sadies half-hearted scowl cracked. "Good point Vi," she said with a bemused grin. "Okay, where do I even begin to begin?"

Violet made herself comfortable in a pile of throws and cushions on the floor and listened attentively in order to correctly adorn Sadies dramatic retelling with appropriate gasps of shock, and bursts of laughter.

It wasn't that Violet didn't like to talk, because she did, but Sadies ramblings were somewhat comforting to her. It relieved her of the pressure to be entertaining, or the center of attention. She liked how relaxed she could be, as her friend had no expectations for her to fill the silence.

She'd missed the arrival of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, who had quelled the stray lighting that had covered her escape. Sadie hadn't caught his name but he was apparently very strange looking, not an unusual trait for the rather cursed position in recent years.

Sadie's face lit up as she recounted the looks of shock from everyone in the room when the Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation from the Ministry of Magic had stepped forward to warn them about the real dangers of the tournament, and deliver the bad news of the age limit.

Real dangers, she thought. What had they been dealing with beforehand?

Their school definitely seemed more pampered than the Durmstrang's. Surely no one at Hogwarts stood a chance against these men somehow passing for teenagers, who looked like they'd seen worse things on their walk to class than they had in Defense Against the Dark Arts. She didn't even want to fathom the skill hidden behind the pleasant French faces from Beauxbatons.

She couldn't think of a single person at Hogwarts who might fare favorably against the dangerous tasks that had been alluded to. She wouldn't stand a chance unless she could bring a potions kit and be allotted weeks on end to brew. Maybe Hermione, but she was much too busy. If the twins did indeed find a way to enter, they wouldn't stand a chance at surviving, unless the monsters they faced liked pranks and bad jokes.

"Obviously I am going to enter," Sadie said. "I mean I've basically fought half the school already. And I'll take any chance I can get for those Drum — whatever, boys to fawn over me."

Strangely enough, it wasn't Sadie's worst idea.

"I'll happily and safely cheer you on from the stands," she assured her friend. "And help you cheat of course."

Sadie squealed in delight and continued her lecture, only stopping when she noticed how difficult it was for Violet to keep her eyes open.

They changed for bed, and Violet whispered an incantation to turn off the lights, ignoring Sadies not so silent departure from the room shortly after. Probably sneaking off somewhere to argue and then subsequently make out with Graham Montague for the millionth time.

Sleep came for her quickly, and she gladly joined it, despite the ominous impending images of Death Eaters and Dark Marks.

[lemongams-blog]

Curves parallels

prologue

Deep night. A pale crescent sparkles in the starry sky. A warm summer wind blew fallen leaves and small debris across the ground. There was not a soul around, thanks to which I could contemplate the empty benches that were illuminated by the lanterns.

A tall man, dressed in a long, old-fashioned raincoat, walked alone in the park. On his head was a long, wide-brimmed hat that covered the upper part of his face.

“Not a day, but a sheer disappointment,” the man growled angrily, quickening his pace.

~ Does this happen? For the whole day I could not catch even one victim. It feels like all the females are extinct. One command at a time. ~ - the man continued mentally.

Realizing that today nothing shines for him, the man turned around and headed into a dense forest thicket, which was a few tens of meters from him.

Mostly, the forest consisted of conifers, and occasionally other types of trees could be found. For example an aspen.

Suddenly, the man was able to pick up an incomprehensible noise. Sounds were heard very close, literally a few steps away. Curiosity got the better of him, and the man slowly walked to the source of the noise.

What he saw on the spot plunged him into a slight shock:

A girl was lying on the ground, leaning against a tree. Her body was covered with deep wounds that were severely bleeding. She was dressed in an incomprehensible suit, torn in several places. The girl had long, pink horns on her head. In addition, the girl had sharp teeth.

~ Pretty good prey, it will be very offensive if such a rare specimen disappears ~ - flashed through the man's head.

Smiling broadly, the man tried to lift the girl's body, but the unexpected happened.

Something sharp, at high speed, pierced his palm, causing the man to hiss and withdraw his hand. A black, thick liquid began to drain from the resulting wound. However, despite the serious injury, the wound gradually began to heal.

~ Oh shit, this shit just used magic against me ~ - flashed through the man's head.

Suddenly, the girl's eyes began to fill with tears, after which she looked at the stranger.

- P-please, p-p-help me - Stuttering said the girl, gradually losing consciousness.

~ Seriously? Damn, this is funny. A creature of low origin asks me to save her. Although, why not? All the same, this specimen is quite rare, it would be nice to study it ~ - the man thought. The decision was made in seconds.

Taking her in my arms, I walked towards my brother's mansion. If only he was not at home, otherwise we will be in trouble.

***

Morning has come. The bright rays of the sun could not penetrate the room because of the dense purple curtains. The girl opens her tired eyes. Stretching, she raised herself slightly on her elbows, after which she decided to look around.

She was lying on a huge bed covered with a soft black blanket. The room in which the girl was lying was decorated in dark purple colors. At the edges of the bed were carved dark oak nightstands with floor lamps. Opposite the bed was a wide plasma TV with a turntable, next to which was a closet filled to the brim with old cassettes.

~ Am I alive ?! Where I am?! ~ - the first thing the girl thought about. The whole body ached, and the bandaged wounds itched violently. The girl looked under the covers and found that she was absolutely NAKED.

~ What? Why am I not wearing clothes ?! ~ The girl panicked. She was so busy examining the wounds that she did not notice her savior, who was lying next to her.

- Oh, you already woke up baby? - asked the man lying next to him. He put his hand under his head and looked at the frightened girl. With a soft squeak, the girl pulled the blanket over herself to cover herself. Pulling off the covers, she saw that the stranger was also naked. In embarrassment, the girl closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands.

- Sorry, sorry, I didn't want to! the girl said loudly, blushing. The stranger laughed, then said:

- Who are you with us? And do not shout so loudly, otherwise we will have problems.

- Sorry, I honestly don't remember how I got here. Why am I without clothes, and so are you? Everything is so confusing. After all .. After all, there was nothing between us? - rattled the girl, blushing more and more.

“I am your wonderful savior, and now you have to repay me with something,” the stranger said in a satisfied voice, imagining how well this morning could start.

- What? I'm not on ... - the girl did not have time to finish, as a tall man dressed in silk pajamas burst into the room. On his "face" glasses were visible. The girl huddled in the corner of the room with a blanket and only now noticed that both were missing any facial features.

- Offender, how many times have I told you not to bring your girlfriends here! You deprive me of healthy sleep and nerves! And if I have bruises under my eyes ?! the man shouted eccentrically, waving his arms.

- If you don't leave the room right now, bruises under the "eyes" will appear very soon - My husband said, ina with a note of irritation - And it was not I who yelled, but she - Offender pointed his finger at the girl, which made her huddled in the corner even more.

- I saved this cutie yesterday as a hero, by the way - Boasting he said. - Now get out, she must repay me.

- Did you save her? Really? You are not even able to save yourself. You usually think of only one thing.

After these words, Trender approached the girl, which made her pressed against the wall.

- Horns? Fangs? So are you a demon? - asked the mod.

- No! I am human. I'm sure of that. They did something to me. - Answered the girl - Maybe I will be of some use to you?

- Well, what can you do? - Offender asked with a malicious smile.

- I can be useful as a maid, or a servant. - The girl answered.

- And the idea is not bad, in this house except me no one cleaned for a long time. But the decision must be made only when everyone is awake.

***

The Slenderman lay in his bed, enjoying a restful sleep. Hearing a loud cry, he realized that Offender had brought another "girlfriend". Getting out of bed, he went to the wardrobe, where he put on his funeral suit, and then went out into the corridor.

Meanwhile, screams and curses came from Offender's room.

~ How I hate it ~ - the Faceless mentally boiled and entered the room. In the room, he found several bloody spots, pieces of torn cloth, and a naked Offender trying to take the girl in a blanket away from Trender. Seeing her brother, they let the girl go, and she, in turn, fell to the floor.

- What did I say about your victims in this house? - said the man in a serious voice, approaching the girl. The girl herself began to back away. Slender was about to rip her head off with his clawed hand. However, something held back his hand, preventing him from striking.

- Vile demon - the Faceless said with disgust. This was followed by a strong blow with a vector, from which the girl flew into the wall.

- I'm not a demon! No! I cannot be a demon - she grumbled, gradually rising from the floor.

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- What about your horns? And the fangs? And what was holding my hand back? I don't think that other creatures can do that - the monster said with a laugh. Offender pulled on his cloak and stood between the girl and the monster.

“Hey brother, this is my sweetheart, so I’m taking care of her. Better get out of here, otherwise you will get in full.

- If you want to get serious wounds, then I will help - Faceless answered aggressively, throwing his jacket on the floor.

As you might expect, a fight broke out between the brothers. While they were fighting, Trender took the girl in his arms and carried her to his room.

While the girl was waiting behind the screen, Trender sewed suitable clothes for her. He sewed the girl an unusual blue dress with a corset. He gave the dress to the girl, after which she got dressed and left. Appreciating his impeccable work, he approached the girl and began to tighten the corset.

“So, you’ll clean the whole house, cook for us, and clean up Offender’s garden. - At that moment, the brothers burst into the room with beatings and small smudges of black liquid resembling blood

- We made a decision: I will give you a probationary period a week. If you can do it, you will live, and if not, then I will kill you. Personally. Now go and make breakfast for four. And cook more - said the Faceless.

- Yes sir - answered the girl. She was heading towards the exit of the room when she was suddenly stopped by Offender.

- Baby, so what should we call you? - he asked.

- My name is 4.13.1.5.6.19.19, but you can call me Gladess.

[starwesker]

Cassette tape: rockin love

Request by @littleraton:Hi! How’re you? Good, I hope. (if not, I hope you feel better ❤️) [i might be rambling, sorry] I was hoping that you could write a fic of either the reader or dean confessing to the other w/a cassette mix they made (either when they’re alone in the impala or the bunker) thank you 🎃❤️❤️

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: LOTS OF FLUFF LIKE VERY FLUFFY, all in Dean's POV

An: there will be a short author's note at the end...

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Dean's POV

There's this girl that I've known for about 5 years. She would help us on hunts, my brother and I would return the favor. Then there were times when she would come to the bunker needing assistance or to be healed, and once she was healed she would leave, she would leave in the middle of the night when we are asleep leaving notes on the library table saying 'I will see you soon boys don't miss me too much' she would leave little notes like that for us to see.

I would be lying to myself if I didn't say that I miss her because I miss her so damn much. I have never developed feelings for someone in a long time, every time I see her come to the bunker and she's hurt my heart breaks a little inside and I'm the one who cares for her, Sam was there just to help if I wasn't there. When she leaves it crushes me, I just want her to stay, I miss her, call me being overprotective but I hate it when she's out there by herself. I know she can take care of herself because damn that girl is a badass and that's one of the reasons why I fell in love with her and why I need her to stay.

There she was again...

My phone ringing and her caller ID coming up with a picture of her and I together leaning against baby, I loved that picture it was the only picture I have of us together. He remembers that day like it was yesterday, after a successful hunt they went out to go get burgers and Sam was getting the food when he couldn't resist the moment so he secretly took a picture of us and it was perfect. I was in mid laughter while y/n was smiling and looking at me with admiration. When I was done reminiscing about that day I immediately answered the phone.

I barely even had time to say hello before I heard her voice.

"Hey Dean, you're gonna hate me right now" she spoke softly, her voice was hard to understand.

"What happened Y/n?" I asked.

She sighed before she spoke, "I was hunting some vamps and I thought I could handle it on my own and I kinda did but I'm seriously injured again" she winces as she spoke.

I was furious that she got herself hurt again but I sighed and told her I would go and get her.

"Ah there's my hero, but hurry please Dean" She hung up, sending him her location.

I told Sam where I was going and he insisted in going with me but I told him no. Then he got a smirk on his face, I knew what that smirk was. I stopped him before he said anything.

"No not yet Samny, I will but I need find the right time and its not the right time" I smiled at Sam and he nodded.

"Call if you need anything" Sam yelled as I left.

When I got to her she was sitting outside blood everywhere I didn't know if it was hers or the vamps. Then when I got closer I knew it was hers.

"Y/n?" I called her name, she opened her beautiful (y/e/c) eyes.

"Dean my knight in shinning armor has come to rescue me" she winced as she spoke.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Its a long story, can you just take me back to the bunker please I'm bleeding out here for god's sake Winchester" She yelled but winced once again.

"Sure thing my lady" I said while picking her up slowly and carefully.

"I'm not your lady Winchester and just hurry to the bunker" she smirked.

I just smiled and thought to myself not yet you aren't but you will be. I carried her into my car making sure she was comfortable in the backseat.

When I arrived at the bunker I immediately tended to her wounds like I always do and make sure shes ok and that she has everything she needs.

There's one thing that still needs to be said but that can wait till she gets some rest.

While Sam and I are looking at possible cases she wakes up and makes her way to the library.

"Hi Sam, Hi Dean" She spoke out softly.

Sam smiled and said hi back she sat in the chair next to Dean.

"What are you guys doing?" She asked.

"Researching" Sam spoke, "well I am Dean might be looking at porn again" Sam chuckled,this made Y/n giggle. I love her giggle, scratch that I love everything about her.

"So, Y/n I need to ask you something" I cleared my throat softly as I spoke.

"What is it Dean?" She leaned back in her chair looking at me.

"Sam and I have discussed this recently" I spoke softly. She nodded and gestured me to go on.

"We think you should stay here with us in the bunker and once you get better you can help us on hunts and you can always help us" I felt like I jumbled my words all together.

"I don't want burden you guys" She said.

"Y/n, you are not going to burden us" Sam chimed in. She looked at me for my answer and she knew but my look I wanted her to stay. She thought about it for a while before agreeing that she would stay.

A month had passed by and she was still here it has been amazing having her here but there's one problem. My love for her has only been growing, Sam knew about this he could tell. He kept telling me that I needed to confess to her. I just waved him off like I always do or ignored him.

Then it wasn't until the day I saw her wearing one of my flannels. She looked amazing it, there were so many inappropriate thoughts going through my head and I couldn't stop any of them.

I cleared my throat before I spoke, "sorry if I scared you but that's my flannel" I smirked.

"Oh really I didn't notice, it's quite comfy" she smiled and winked.

I really wanted to bend her over the table in the library and... my mind really needed to stop.

As months passed by the feelings for Y/n only escalated and I needed to confess to her but I've never been good with my words, so I had to think of something to come up with to help me confess not feelings for her. I thought about so many ideas and I even talked to Sam about it. Then it came to me I knew what I was going to do.

I spent hours making this for her, I made her a cassette tape with songs that would maybe have a clue to how much I love her. This would be perfect for her, she appreciates classic rock songs just as much as I do. That is another reason why I fell so deeply in love with her.

Now its just taking her to a secluded area somewhere either here in the bunker or I could take her somewhere in the impala. I think the impala would be the best things because Sammy doesn't approve of our choice of music.

A day later while we were sitting at the library trying to find a case, I made eye contact with Sam to make sure its ok if I take off with y/n. He smiled and knew he was ok with that.

"Y/n,me and you let's go get some food" I smiled, while grabbing my jacket that was hanging on the chair.

She got up without hesitation and we were off. As we were driving I was very silent, that's because I had to plan out how I was going to do this how I was going to show her the cassette tape I made for her.

"Dean? Are you ok?" I heard her say.

"I'm peachy, sweetheart" I winked at her, I saw the light shade of pink that crept on her cheeks as she smiled at me.

As I was driving, I realized I had no exact destination to where I was going. Until I saw a dirt road on the right side of the road so I turned down the road, I had explored with Sam once. Just to make sure it was a perfect place.

The night was beautiful, this reminds of all the times her and I were talking about everything on the hood of the impala. It was perfect the stars above us shining brightly, the moonlight shinning down on us and the city lights over the cliff a beautiful sight, this was the perfect area. Once I saw this place I knew it was the perfect place.

"Dean why are we here?" She asked me.

"We are here because it's a beautiful night and I wanted to share this with you. I took out the cassette tape and put it into the cassette player in the impala.

The first song that played was Lady by Styx

I knew this song was perfect for her because of how perfect the lyrics are and how much they relate to her.

'Lady from the moment I saw you standing all alone'

'You gave all the love that I needed'

Her eyes lit up as soon as she realized what I had done.

"Dean.." she gasped.

"Y/n, I'm in love with-" before I could finish my sentence she crashed her lips into mine, her kiss was soft and delicate.

As the next song played Whole lotta love by Led Zeppelin

This song couldn't be any more better than this moment because this moment was the best of my life. As she stopped, resting our foreheads against each other.

"I'm in love with you too" She smiled and kissed me once more.

This moment was the greatest I couldn't be more happier in this moment alone.

"Do I get to add to this cassette tape you made or no?" She asked.

I smiled, "you can add any song you want I won't judge you" I kissed her again.

Nothing can ruin this moment or be any more better.

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An: so I'm finally on summer break but I'll be moving so I'll be busy but I will get to writing much more now and sorry this took so long Finals really kicked my butt... I'm done now so keep those requests coming. I put songs in here if you wanna listen to them but I hope you enjoy this i tried my best

[youspoketome]

ME FIRST AND THE GIMME GIMMES - HAVE A BALL (1997)

I met my best friend Kevin at summer camp in like 5th or 6th grade. I liked him because he was the only kid who brought a Star Wars dictionary to camp and he did this thing where he'd pretend to run into trees at full speed to impress girls. I'm pretty sure he liked me because I was the only kid who appreciated that he brought a Star Wars dictionary to camp and I was very impressed by his running into trees skills. The next summer I did some detective work to find his phone number so we could go to camp the same week again. Then we completely lost touch.

My introduction to Tooth & Nail Records through MxPx directed my musical discoveries for the next few years. Although I would occasionally venture out to other labels, they would still be Christian labels like Rescue Records, Bulletproof Music or Five Minute Walk*. I think the farthest I ventured out was when I rode the third wave of ska as far as The Mighty Mighty Bosstones' "The Impression That I Get." And even that was just for a single song.

*SIDEBAR: I'm realizing that I reference record labels a lot. More than the average person, I think. I realized very early on that many of the bands I listened to were on the same record label, Forefront. So from an early age I learned to use that to discover new bands. Most people have probably never heard of Rescue or Bulletproof, or if they have, they probably have completely forgotten their existence, but I always knew which record companies had the kind of bands I was going to like. This would continue for years, from T&N to Victory and Drive-Thru and Vagrant Records. It was an important thing to me for a very long time and has really only stopped kind of recently. The decline and death of the label system is kind of sad in a new way I've never thought of before.*

Even though I had that dubbed tape of DOOKIE, I never really got that into it. I don't know if it was a guilt thing or a format thing, but by the time I got to high school I had taken a hard stance against Green Day. I had a friend called John whose favorite band was Green Day and we made so much fun of him for it. John sat at the same desk as me during different periods of one of our classes and at one point he doodled the Green Day logo on it, so naturally I drew MxPx's Pokinatcha Punk stomping on it. There was another kid who sat at our table in the morning who had a THE COLOUR AND THE SHAPE Foo Fighters t-shirt that I would absolutely love now, but at the time I gave him a lot of crap for it.

It was easy to say I was making fun of these bands because they were on the radio (this was around when "Good Riddance [Time Of Your Life]" was getting a lot of airplay) and so they were "sellouts." The truth was, I had no idea who the Foo Fighters were or what they even sounded like, but it made me look far more punk to make fun of sellouts than admit that I only listened to Christian music and had zero idea who any of these other bands were.

I was so incredibly passionate about music, but so completely ignorant about so much of it. Already I was pretty much only wearing band t-shirts. Mike Herrera had a Spam shirt in the liner notes of TEENAGE POLITICS, so I got one of those, and everything else was Ghoti Hook, Value Pac, The O.C. Supertones, Squad Five-O, and Joy Electric. But all of those bands were (or would end up being) Tooth & Nail bands. I was obsessed with what I was into, and had no interest in anything else.

ANYWAY, at some point I started volunteering as a dishwasher for a couple weeks every summer at camp. Much like the first day of school when you'd wear your best brand new outfit, I always tried to wear my coolest clothes the first day of the week (The fact that a girl I liked was often there may have played a role in this too). On one week, my coolest clothes consisted of a Squad Five-O t-shirt with a Stryper logo swipe, camo cargo shorts, and argyle socks pulled up to my knees.

That same week my old camp friend Kevin, who I hadn't spoken to in years, and his friend Gabe were volunteer counselors. Obviously I wasn't there for it, but I believe that as they noticed me across the room for the first time their conversation went something like this:

Gabe: Look at that loser over there with the socks!

Kevin: Hey, I think I know that loser!

I ended up spending every free minute I had that week with them, discovering that Kevin and I still liked both Star Wars and girls and independently of each other, had both grown into not just big music fans, but into the same kind of music. The difference being, he did not limit himself to just Christian music. Before we parted ways when the week came to an end, we exchanged AOL instant messenger names and he gave me a piece of paper labeled "prescription," a list of bands for me to check out.

I don't remember any of the bands that were on that list except for Me First & the Gimme Gimmes. Between the NEVER SAY DINOSAUR compilation and Ghoti Hook's SONGS WE DIDN'T WRITE (not to mention MxPx's ON THE COVER), I had already developed a huge affinity for covers. So shortly after I got home I made the trip to the Best Buy at Northtown Mall to check out their CDs. At this point the Gimme Gimmes already had HAVE A BALL and ARE A DRAG available, but my mom suggested I go for the first one because I'd be familiar with more singer/songwriter songs from the 60's and 70's than showtunes.

There was nothing sonically groundbreaking about that album. It was a punk rock cover album. I was already listening to punk rock and I already knew most of the songs they were playing. But with it, I had just taken my first step into a larger world.

I very quickly followed up HAVE A BALL with ARE A DRAG. It also introduced me to Fat Wreck Chords (which may have also been somehow mentioned on my prescription from Kevin). I would continue discovering most of my new bands through Tooth & Nail compilation CDs, but I started branching out a little bit by buying Fat Wreck complications too.

It's crazy how important compilation CDs used to be when they don't even exist anymore. The internet ruins everything, I swear. Compilation CDs were the best. For a fraction of the price of a full length from any given band you could get like twice the amount of songs! Sure, maybe they weren't all winners, but for every band I hated like Tilt, there were three or four bands I would discover and fall in love with. There were some bands I would be introduced to from friends or my brother, but most everything I discovered on my own on a compilation CD. The following is a list of some of the bands from this era that I first heard on a compilation that I would end up either buying the CD of or dubbing a cassette of: The Cootees, The W's, Zao, Blindside, Shorthanded, The Dingees, Pedro The Lion, Roadside Monument Joy Electric, Joe Christmas, Furthermore, Strung Out, NOFX, Screeching Weasel, WIZO, Rancid, Bracket... And that's before you count the 100 band SHORT MUSIC FOR SHORT PEOPLE compilation. Technically, the LIFE IN THE FAT LANE compilation would be the first time I would ever hear The Ataris, but that's probably a story for a later installment.