#bea talks hozier

[deprivedmusicaljunkie]

- andrew hozier byrne, born 17 march 1990

[man-i-love-fanfiction]

Honey, This Club Here Is Stuck Up - Hozier x Fem!Reader

Summary: In the midst of a particularly boring party, Andrew finds a way to entertain the two of you.

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Tags: established relationship, vaginal fingering, teasing, light praise, delay of orgasm, author has never written smut before, improper use of a jacket (God I hope that's not a thing)

Word Count: 4002

Author's Note: she's back! this was actually a request from that the ever-so-lovely @deprivedmusicaljunkie sent to me personally. bea, thank you for helping me get back into the swing of things! i really hope you enjoy this. this is also a venture into less than holy territory, if that makes you uncomfortable turn back now! you've been warned. if you're still here, enjoy, you filthy animal.

my requests are still open! if you enjoy this fic, feel free to drop a request in my asks!

fic under the cut <3

For a famous person, Andrew was a lot more introverted than most would expect. It wasn't uncommon that his social battery ran out halfway through an after-party and he came up with some excuse on the fly to leave. You had been the only girl he’d dated that actually encouraged this behavior, telling him that he could take his space if he needed to, that social events could be draining and he had every right to leave — or sometimes, not even attend — if he felt uncomfortable.

That was your mentality for most nights. Tonight happened to be the exception. He had been invited to some party hosted by his record label, and because last time he stayed for about fifteen minutes before pulling an Irish goodbye, his attendance was absolutely mandatory. You understood this, and knew it was your job to keep the resistant Andy in check

And so, you found yourself reminded that no matter how much you may love your boyfriend, God, could he be inpatient. And apparently, he also didn't know how to wear a bow tie. Using the extra height your high heels gave you, you were able to reach up to him and adjust his tie as you spoke to him.

“Andy, we have to go! It's professional. Do you want your label to be even more on your ass than they already are?”

He shook his head.

“No… I guess not,” he murmured in defeat, and the pride that came from convincing him was unmatched. Andy was stubborn enough to not let you have your moment for too long, soon whispering a contradiction down at you.

“Hypothetically, what if instead of attending this snoozefest, we stayed home and had a nice night, just the two of us?”

The way he was looking at you, like you were the only person in the world he ever wanted to be in the company of, made saying no to him a Herculean task, but it needed to be done. You sighed.

“You know I want nothing more than that. But since a certain someone has a nasty habit of leaving parties early, we have to stay the whole way through.” You finished straightening his bow tie, resting your hands on his chest. You placed a kiss on his cheek, leaving a peck in the stubble on his face. Your hand reached up and cupped the side of his face, and he looked down at you with something unmistakable: adoration.

“Try to suck it up for tonight, okay?”

He flashed a smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he looked down at you.

“I’ll try. No promises, though.”

“You know what? I’ll take it.”

God, this party was boring.

You stuck by Andrew's side, as you knew virtually no one at the function but a friend of a friend named Lena, and watched as he cycled through the same few answers for the questions he was asked during small talk. Yes, he was working on a new album. No, he didn't know when it would be released yet. Maybe he would top the charts again, he wasn't sure, and that was never his intention anyways. After a few monotonous conversations, his mouth began to twitch, and you could tell he was physically restraining himself from rolling his eyes each time a record exec asked if he “knew Too Sweet would be a hit”.

You didn't want to admit it, but you had also quickly become bored with the whole ordeal. You were annoyed on his behalf by all the questions, and even more agitated that almost every attempt at entering a conversation was hit down by whoever Andy was talking to. He tried his best to insert you into the conversation as well, but as the industry tends to do, your voice in any matter was glossed over. It had been about five or six versions of the same conversation before Andy pulled you to the side, both of you leaning against a wall in an attempt to have a little privacy.

“How much longer did you say we had to be here for? An hour?” The annoyance at the situation was evident in his tone.

“We have to be here until it's over. Which is only another,” you pulled out your phone to glance at the time before looking back up at him, “Oh, god we have another three hours.”

“Jesus Christ!” he exclaimed. “Does time just drag on when you're bored out of your mind?”

You chuckled at his words, nodding as well. You were sure the party was at least halfway through, and finding out it had only been an hour since you arrived caused it to really set in that you were going to be there for another. Three. Hours.

“Listen, I’m not exactly having a blast either, but we'll make it work.”

He jutted a thumb over ta sign on your right; written in almost obnoxiously big and bright letters were the words OPEN BAR. It's like they knew drinking would be the only way to make the party tolerable.

“Can I at least have a drink? Or two. Or three. Depends on how many more people ask if I got that ride to church or not.”

“Sure. It wouldn't be right for me to keep hostage and deprive you of alcohol.”

From there on, you went your separate ways for a bit. While you attempted to fraternize with Lena, Andy lingered by the bar. You made your small talk, conversing about the weather or the newest celebrity gossip. It got to the point where you had actually become invested in your and Lena’s conversation. You were just about to find out which supposedly “taken” celebrity had just been caught lurking on Raya when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Before you had even fully processed it was Andrew, you looked up at him, a smile slowly growing on your face.

From across the room, Andrew watched as you were, almost absentmindedly, making conversation while he nursed his drink. After all, you were making Andrew's job of keeping his composure much harder than it needed to be. The outfit you had selected wasn't intended to tempt him, but he couldn't pull his eyes from you if he tried. It was nice enough that it could remain innocuous, and the kind of sexy that left you respected more than stared at — a deep red dress, with satin that hugged your body in the right places, ending just at the middle of your thighs.

It may have been the alcohol flowing through his system, or the fact that you looked absolutely ravishing, but he was finding it harder and harder to control himself.

He could only bring himself to take a few sips — he would be driving you both home, after all — but that was enough to embolden him to hop off the stool he was sitting on and walk to you, placing his hand on your shoulder to grab your attention.

“Y/N? Could I steal you for a moment, darling?”

You nodded, turning back to Lena and excusing yourself from the conversation. His fingers intertwined with yours, and he pulled you away from the main room of the venue and into the hallway. The music was loud enough that even though it was muffled behind the wall, you could hear the beat. You let him take you through the twists and turns of the hallways. You turned to look at him, still lightly jogging by his side.

“Is everything alright?”

“I’ll explain in a moment, just… come with me.”

You couldn't help but laugh at the pure confusion that had taken over you, giggling as you passed by waitstaff with equally confused expressions. He only came to a stop once you reached a bland, wooden door, one you hadn't even noticed was in the venue. Either he was much more aware of his surroundings or very desperate. Before you could put the pieces together, he opened the door and dragged you inside. From what you caught before the door closed and shut out any remnants of light with it, there were coats hanging next to you, including a fur coat you swore you just saw on an up-and-coming pop star wear.

Andrew had trapped you both in a coat closet, among the jackets of the rich and famous and with so little light you could barely see the man in front of you.

“Andy, what the hell are you-”

Your question was cut off by his lips on yours, going in for a kiss that was short, but you could sense the desire looming behind it. The sensation took over your decision making as you kissed him, but after stepping back and bumping into a coat hanger, you came to your senses, and pulled away.

“Really? Right now, we're doing this?”

“What better way to entertain ourselves? You said yourself that you’re just as miserable as I am.”

“I know, I know. But-”

“Listen. I’ve shown my face. People know that I’m present. If we leave and come back, what's the difference between this and taking a smoke break?”

“How long is a smoke break?”

“Six-ish minutes?”

“You're really going to keep me in here for six minutes?”

“You’d be surprised how much I can do with so little time.”

You paused, thinking over all the possibilities, and attempting to make out his silhouette in the dark as you did so. Your gaze trailed up to approximately where is lips were.

“Alright. But if we get caught, I’m not taking the blame,” you complied.

“Trust me, we won't get caught.”

He leaned back in again, kissing you with such a force that you stumbled back, hitting the wall of the confined space. Impatient would best describe how he kissed you; it was full of a longing that must have been bubbling inside of him since you left the house. He was also physically impatient, slipping his tongue across your bottom lip to ask for permission only a few seconds after your lips met. It had become a reflex for you to open your mouth after that, and you did so, letting his tongue sneak inside and interlock with yours. One hand of his cradled the side of your face; the other found its place right between your thighs, slightly splitting them apart in the process. It was only at this moment that he dared to pull away. With each pant he exhaled , hot air fanned your face.

“What's really been making this night so hard for me,” he started to explain, his hand trailing up your inner thigh, “is that this entire time I’ve been bored out of my mind, while you have been looking so gorgeous.” His hand had been made cold by whatever drink on the rocks he had before pulling you aside, only magnifying the shivers he was sending down your spine. His other hand trailed down from your face, dragging past your neck and your collarbone before resting on your breast, the fabric of your dress thin enough that he was still able to play with your now hardened nipple.

Meanwhile the hand on your thigh moved higher and higher, Andrew tauntingly taking his time before he reached exactly where you wanted him to be. He pulled your panties down and to the side for access, dragging a digit through your folds.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You're already so wet for me.”

His index finger landed on your clit, slowly moving in small circles. A sound of pleasure — one you had no control over — left your lips, his teasing sending a wave of arousal through you. His right hand, which had just been pinching and playing with your breast, flew upwards to cover your mouth. You couldn't care less that the noise escaped you; you were smiling beneath his hand. When Andrew spoke, however, he sounded less than happy.

“If we're going to do this, you'll have to be quiet for me, alright?”

He pulled his hand from your mouth so you could reply. You looked up at him (or where you assumed he was) with a laugh of disbelief.

“Won't the music drown me out?”

“Not with how loud I’ll be making you scream.”

“Oh, you cocky bas-” Cut off again, now from the shock of feeling Andy’s index finger enter you, you gasped sharply. As if to comply with his instructions, you covered your mouth. There were still sounds of pleasure exiting you, muffled by your hand. Andy only took these as encouragement, increasing his speed as his calloused finger slipped in and out of you. Unfortunately, he was right; the volume of the noises you were making was sinfully loud. Had your hand not been preventing you from getting louder, there was no doubt someone would have heard. Inside you, his finger curled, hitting the exact spot where you needed it to be.

“You're so beautiful when you're like this, you know that? Absolutely fucking gorgeous, no matter how you take me,” he whispered. You knew the compliment held even more merit because he couldn't see you; even in the dark he knew that the vision of you coming apart because of him would be a sight to behold. You attempted a reply: a hum, a nod, maybe even a murmur. Every try proved futile, because soon after his praise he began to place his middle finger inside you as well. The feeling of both of his long, slender fingers pulsing in and out, hitting the exact spot that sent you reeling with pleasure.

That familiar feeling continued to build up in your core, a warmth incomparable to any other, all caused just by the man’s fingers, for God’s sake. It almost angered you how fantastic he was at it, how it only had been an estimated five minutes and he had you under his control like you were putty in his hands. He hooked his fingers to hit that spot again, eliciting another wanton moan from you, and causing your breathing to shorten into quick pants. You were finally able to mutter something, though it was more a confession than anything else.

“Fuck, I’m close, Andy. So close.”

He took that word as gospel, continuing in just the right way that you could feel your climax on the horizon. And just as you were about to reach your peak, to finally feel that release that had built up so perfectly—

He stopped. What an asshole.

“Is that so?”

You hummed with disappointment, feeling his fingers slowly leave you.

“From here on out, you have two options,” he began to explain, his voice at a whisper. He took his time with each word. They were slow. Deliberate. The mere action of his lips being so close to your ear managed to give you goosebumps. “Either we stay until the end of the party, and you remain unsatisfied,” he let the offer hang in the air for a moment. In the meantime, he tilted his head down to nip at your earlobe.

“Or?” Your voice quivered as you asked. He delayed the end of his sentence, letting his mouth trail downward to the soft skin of your neck. Another whisper left him, finally finishing the second half of his offer.

“Or we leave now, and I make you come so hard you'll be seeing stars for days.”

He drove a hard bargain. You weren't proud of how desperate you had become, but it was hard not to melt from Andrew’s actions. It took you only a few seconds to make your decision, your previously strong resolve crumbling under his manipulation.

“…I suppose I could tell Lena I’m not feeling well.”

You felt his lips curve into a smile against your skin, the only way you could tell he was content with your answer.

“There we go. Let's get outta here, eh?”

You managed to nod, quickly pulling down your dress and fixing yourself to become presentable again. Andrew had the easy job of merely opening the closet door. You stepped out with shaky legs, holding on to his arm, forming your excuse in your head. After walking out and past all the locations you had just ran by, you found Lena, the only other person at the party you moderately cared about. Andrew stood behind you as you tapped her on the shoulder, interrupting her mid-questionable-dance-move. She turned around and inspected you quickly, glancing up and down.

“Y/N, you alright? You look a little… flushed.”

Behind you, Andrew muttered under his breath: “Yeah, I wonder why.” Your neck snapped up at him, being met with a shit-eating grin on his face. You gave him a light, chastising slap on his forearm before explaining to Lena that you actually were a bit flushed, and that you felt you needed to go home. Not a lie, just withholding the real truth. She still gave you both a hug goodbye, wishing that you felt better before sending you off on your way.

You were lucky enough to live so close that you could drive home — or, more accurately, Andrew drove home and you got to be the passenger princess. He kept a steady hand on your thigh as he drove, occasionally inching closer and closer to where you needed him, but being as cheeky as he was, he always pulled away just before he reached that point. This cycled for about twenty minutes, each time only frustrating you more.

You almost felt a relief wash over you as he pulled into the driveway, knowing every second was one second closer to you finally feeling that release you craved. You had become impatient. Oh, how the tables had turned.

Andrew parked the car, turning the ignition off and, much to your dismay, removing his hand from your thigh. He nodded his head outward, opening the car door on his side.

“Come on, let's get in the house.”

“No.”

You hadn't even processed you’d said anything until you saw the look on Andrew’s face. He knitted his brows, the mischievous smirk he previously had on his face fading.

“I’m sorry, my love, but I’m a bit confused.”

“No. I don't think I can wait any longer.” You gave him pleading eyes as you spoke. As if to prove your point, you reached down and rubbed at your clit through the fabric of your panties, trying to get any satisfaction that you could in the moment. You watched Andrew's eyes widen with lust at the motion, getting the message you were trying to convey. He nodded slowly.

“I think I’ve got an old jacket in the back. Give me a minute, and don't you dare stop.”

He opened the car door and sprinted — which surprised you, considering you had never seen him run before this— to open the trunk of the car. He rummaged around, eventually finding the jacket, which had been tattered and unused for a while. Now, it would be put to good use.

Slamming the door of the driver's seat closed as he sat down, he handed you the jacket, and you momentarily stopped pleasuring yourself to lay it underneath your hips, covering the car seat. He rolled up his sleeves as you did so, preparing for what was to come. You spread your legs open and lifted up the fabric of your dress, giving Andrew the access he had wanted since he first pulled you into that coat closet.

Immediately, he resumed from where you left off, pulling down your panties with such a force that he was close to ripping them off completely. One you were exposed, his two fingers thrust into you again and pumped in and out. You clenched around him as he did so, even bucking your hips upwards at the feeling. Perhaps it was the added layer of desperation that had happened between the coat closet and now, but it felt like his every movement, every small thing he did, was magnified.

He kept in perfect time with the pulse that had grown in you, knowing just when to push in and out, how to hit that one spot that made you feel almost dizzy with arousal. The knot in your stomach was building up once again, and the best part of it all was that you could now be as loud as you wanted, a fact you were sure to take advantage of.

“Fuck, baby!” You exclaimed, beginning to fall apart from his motions inside you. Upon hearing your cry, Andrew started to rub at your clit with his thumb, as if the main source of pleasure you were experiencing wasn't enough for him. The way he was working on you with his hands was enough to bring you to this point, something no other man had been able to do for you before. His pace became rapid, wanting to gave you pleasure as soon has he could. You had been so patient for him, after all.

“God, I’m close, I’m so fucking close-”

Cut off one last time, now by your own shout of pleasure as his fingers send you over the edge. This time, when he finally let you savor the pleasure you had been longing for, you relished in the feeling of your release. Your juices flowed out onto both Andy’s hand and the poor piece of fabric that was placed beneath you for impromptu cleanup. You rode out your high for a few more pumps of his fingers, until you found the strength to open your eyes again. His fingers slowly left you, and he brought them up to his mouth instead, licking them clean. The sight was close to hypnotic.

Once he had cleaned himself up, he took to caring to you: removing the jacket beneath you, whispering praise of how you had been so good for him, and giving you a chaste kiss on the lips before stepping out to retrieve you from the passenger seat. He opened the door to find you looking oddly apologetic.

“How are you, baby?” He asked.

“Andy, I’m sorry, but after that… I’m spent.”

“You have no reason to apologize, my dear. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Are you sure you don't want anything? I almost feel bad, I don't want you to feel like you got nothing out of this.”

“Knowing I was able to bring you pleasure is all I need. That knowledge gives me more satisfaction than you’ll ever know.”

You couldn't believe that even though you’d been together for so long, he was still able to give you butterflies in your stomach. He extended a hand, the image of seeing him so formal making him look like a prince in a Disney movie.

“Let's get inside.”

You nodded, unable to wipe the almost stupid grin on your face. Taking his hand, you carefully stepped out of the passenger seat, using Andy’s arm for support as you walked.

“Just for future reference,” you , said looking up at him, “next time you pull me into an enclosed space on the fly, can you make sure it's empty? We probably traumatized about a dozen jackets today.”

He laughed, a deep, hearty laugh, the kind that gave you a sense of pride to be able to make him feel joy like that. That small moment alone was worth more than the rest of the night put together.

“I love you, you know that?” Your voice was soft, and you looked up at him with the same admiration in your eyes that he had looked at you with just a few hours ago.

“I do. You’re pretty cool, too, I guess,” he replied teasingly. You both burst out into laughter, a fit of giggles that lasted all the way up to your doorstep. You stopped when you reached your front door, Andy leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your lips before finally giving you a genuine reply.

"I love you, too."

[bea-schuyler]

intro post (finally!)

hey! this is my silly blog where i post about anything :D

name: bea or indigo

nationality: irish 🇮🇪

child of athena, legacy of hermes

jorge is my chilean alter ego, and is best friends with françois aka @lexxchinchillaa

current hyperfixation: epic the musical (please talk to me about it) and greek mythology and my heart says go

irish orpheus TRUTHER

indigo (mhsg)'s NUMBER ONE FAN FIGHT ME IDC

talya sindels number TWO fan

fandoms: EPIC, hamilton, in the heights, laufey, warriors (musical), jesus christ superstar, kinda irish politics?? (ty ray) greek mythology and classics. also i'm super into astronomy, astrophysics and chemistry!!

i write a lot of poetry but i dont really post it here

music artists: laufey, beabadoobee, hozier, chappell roan, janani k jha, mico, alicia keys, gorillaz, etc

always open to be friends! and my inbox is always open for art/writing requests or just to have a chat.

fair warning- I'M A MINOR!! so please don't be creepy :)

when the light go down i blast my radio!(current fav song)- the whole of My Heart Says Go

[ceruleanheaven]

hi bea!! 2 and 14 please 💗

heyy <3

2. so if we're talking album released this year probably ttpd. although i hated it when it came out it grew on me (mostly thanks to the anthology) if its whatever album then unreal unearth by hozier havent moved on from it yet and i doubt i ever will

14. terrible of me but i havent finished any book this year 😭 i started a game of thrones but its going slowlyyyyy and also my brilliant friend which im still in the very beginning (god give me ten hours between 21 and 21:15 so i can read books pleaseee)

[deprivedmusicaljunkie]

those are some amazing selections!! mine would be:

first time (because he cut it out of my show)

someone new (because i missed it by a day!!)

lover, you should’ve come over by jeff buckley (PEAK yearning song imo his voice would be perfect for this)

cosmic love by florence + the machine (i know that we got a snippet but i want the full thing)

and lastly, red wine supernova by chappell roan (i want to hear him try to hozier-fy “you said you like magic? i got a wand and a rabbit!”)

if hozier offered to play any five songs of your choosing live for your eyes only, what five songs would you select?

I know 5 songs is already so generous but I still can't help but think that that's not enough 😵‍💫

5 songs of my choosing :

Wasteland, Baby! (don't act surprised, you knew this was coming)

A cover of any Sleep Token song (but I think he would do really well to cover 'Hypnosis'!!! Omg he would be absolutely feral and unstoppable)

Why Would You Be Loved (please Andrew, you created such an amazing song only to forget it's existence wtf dude)

A cover of 'Linger' by The Cranberries (so we can both sautee the yearning. Probably not at the same time though cuz we both aren't fans of sharing the kitchen with someone)

A cover of 'Little Wonders' by Rob Thomas (for no reason other than this song means a lot to me and I would just wanna hear him sing it)

What would be your?

[goldproblems]

we don't talk enough about how hozier was only 24 when his first album came out like.... sir

[deprivedmusicaljunkie]

nobody:

hozier when faced with a small animal: ☹️

[woltemath]

My summer playlist if anyone’s interested. Let me know if you listen!

[deprivedmusicaljunkie]

BEABEABEVAEVABEBEBABBE YOU ARE SOOOOOOOOO INCREDIBLY TALENTED

i really want someone to sing this now. perhaps,,,, you could post a video,,,,,,

“for every ghost i saw, for all my worldwide fame / it snows in bright july each time you call my name / and i would freeze it all if at the end it meant / i’d win your love, id win your love, id win your love” <- victim found in a puddle of her own tears. btw

girl can we PLEASE see the verses you added to i could be yours 🙏

Going through my inbox and I have no idea if you still want to see this, but I will indulge cuz I am still pretty happy with what I came up with. Which is unusual for something I wrote almost 9 months ago.

I basically just took the tune and ran with it honestly. Sometimes when I’m doing songwriting exercises I get lyric lazy, so I steal a poem and write the tune. Sometimes I get tune lazy so I nick a tune and write the lyrics.

This song ain’t about me. At all. The song is directed towards someone with whom the narrative voice is unhealthily obsessed. The kind of obsession that doesn’t let you leave that person alone. The kind of obsession that makes you think you’re truly the only two people in the world. I didn’t intend for it to sound dark but it can definitely be interpreted that way.

Anyway, read along to the tune of “I could be yours”

She’s all that’s left of it, the dream they planted here.

When that is dried and dead, and laid to rest my dear.

I’ll ask a final time, what rules should I adhere,

To win your love, to win your love, to win your love.

For every ghost I saw, for all my worldwide fame.

It snows in bright July, each time you call my name.

And I would freeze it all, if at the end it meant,

I’d win your love, I’d win your love, I’d win your love.

Why don’t you fight me off, why don’t you turn me down.

You’re all that’s keeping me, here in this dying town.

But I won’t leave you dear, I’m still convinced that I,

Can win your love, can win your love, can win your love.

And to the side of you, as if I’d had it planned.

We lay infested here, you who refused my hand.

But all who walk on us, will come to understand,

I’ve won your love, I’ve won your love, I’ve won your love.

:)

[lifemod17]

rank the unreleased hozier songs (blood, the love of, i could be yours, my love will never die, but the wages, hymn to virgil)

PSA: Bea is evil for making me rank my children

The Love Of

But The Wages

Blood

I Could Be Yours

Hymn To Virgil

My Love Will Never Die

OKAY AND HERE'S WHY:

I will always and forever love TLO and BTW because they are leftovers from the Wasteland, Baby! era that never saw the light of day other than a handful of live performances. also its yearning and being down bad but also fuck the government.

Blood and I Could Be Yours deserved better!!! pre debut Hozier was too good to us, and now I'm so happy to see that we have this (leaked) studio version of Blood

HTV I ONLY KNOW A MINUTE OF YOU AND I ALREADY LOVE YOU SO MUCH I CAN'T WAIT FOR DECEMBER 06

now this one stumped me... the only reason MLWND is last on the list is because it's. not? unreleased? or am I missing something? like it is fully there for me on spotify in the special edition of the self titled album

ANYWAY, everyone tell me how you would rank these songs <3

[lulu-spooks]

for the ask game: you come to mind whenever I see posts that talk about having a cool mutual!! or when there's new Hozier updates it makes me think "I wonder if Bea's seen this yet??" and over all the feeling of joy and being carefree reminds me of you 💛

Awwww thank youuu. I am so honoured to be your cool mutual. This is all very sweet :)))))

[tightjeansjavi]

Tongue Tied

Joel Miller x f!reader

NSFW 🔞

A/N: I came up with this idea at work 😵‍💫 this one specifically is for @chaotic-mystery you’re welcome bby! This can be read as a stand-alone piece or a blurb/one-shot for ‘Burning in a Hopeless Dream’

Summary: a game of spin the bottle ends exactly how you imagine it to; you and Joel, a headboard banging, and tongues tied.

~word count : 4.2k~

Warnings: possessive! joel, jealous! joel, a lil feral and horny! joel, established relationship, swearing, tension, mentions of alcohol, smut, filth, consent, teasing, fingering, unprotected p in v (wrap that willy) oral (f receiving) a huge fucking praise kink, nicknames, cock warming, like just a whole lot of filth. Y’all get the warnings. (+18) minors dni !

Songs used:

“Small Talk” by Niall Horan

“Tonight you are Mine” by The Technicolors

“Dirty Love” by Mt. Joy

“Talk” by Hozier

It was Joel’s brilliant idea to throw you a ‘we’re so glad the knife didn’t go too deep!’ Party.

For some context, just two months ago, you were stabbed by one of Robert’s henchmen. You nearly bled out on Joel and Tess’s kitchen table. Joel was at your side the entire time you were recovering and now that you fully healed, what better way to celebrate than with a little dark humor, real fucking booze, and good company.

Tess had brought her friend Bea over and you already had your sneaking suspicion that they were an item already. Or, at the very least, they were 1000% fucking. Joel was a little slow with these sorts of things but you knew in time, he would figure it out. Regardless, you were happy for Tess and your friendship was seemingly coming full circle. Hell had certainly freezed over at that point. You, and Tess? Friends? Who would have ever thought that was even fucking possible. I guess you almost bleeding to death on the kitchen table was enough for her to finally end the quarrel between you two.

“Where in the hell did you manage to find some real fucking whiskey Tess?”

You were sitting across Joel’s lap on the couch. His arm was loosely wrapped around your waist, his fingers lightly holding onto the side of your hip where the soft skin there met your thigh. He always had to be touching you somehow. Being affectionate was something that Joel really never understood, nor cared for, but you changed his view on it. Now? He couldn’t get enough of you, or your skin on his. He was painfully addicted, royally and utterly fucked, because of you.

You felt him lightly tap his fingers against the sliver of skin exposed under your t-shirt as he took a sip from his own glass.

“Would you believe me if I told you those Fedra fucks somehow have their own stash of top-shelf booze?”

You brought the rim of the glass to your lips, taking a small sip and you could feel Joel staring at you. Not in a weird, or creepy way. He was admiring you.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Makes me hate them just a little bit more than I already do. Seriously though, what did you have to do to get this stuff?”

Tess laughed and took a sip from her own glass as she leaned back against the wall. “A handjob and a real quick one at that. Dude lasted all of 30 seconds. It was pretty pathetic but hey, I wanted to make sure you could taste some of the real fucking stuff for once. You earned it.”

Joel let out a weird noise, covering it with a chuckle over the rim of his glass. He had lightly squeezed your hip.

You weren’t even phased by Tess’s answer in the slightest.

“30 fucking seconds? Now that is honestly really pathetic. I appreciate you putting yourself through that bullshit. This stuff is definitely better than the other crap we’ve been drinking. So thank you again.” You raised your glass in her direction, a small grin on your lips.

Tess mirrored your actions, raising her glass in your direction before taking a sip.

“Just don’t expect me to put myself through that ever again, alright?”

You giggled, leaning back against Joel’s broad chest, shaking your head.

“Oh god, No! I will never expect you to put yourself through that again!”

It was Tess’s idea for everyone to play a friendly game of spin the bottle. As soon as she suggested it, Joel was grumbling about how it was a stupid game for teenagers and that he would not be participating in those kinds of shenanigans.

“Tess. I ain’t playin’ a silly little girls game. That shit is for teenagers. Do I look like a fuckin’ teenager to you?”

“No, but you’re fucking acting like one right now, Texas. Besides, if you get lucky enough, you’ll get to kiss your girl. C’mon, just one round.”

“I ain’t gotta get lucky enough to kiss her. Can kiss her whenever I want.” He gruffly spoke.

You gave him a light jab to his side with your elbow, turning around in his lap and gave him a warning look.

“Keep acting like that and you’re never gonna get to kiss me again cowboy.”

Joel narrowed his eyes at you challengingly. His eyebrow quirked up in your direction as he leaned in close enough for you to taste the warm whiskey on his breath.

“You wanna fuckin’ bet on that one sugar?” He went to brush his thumb against your plush, lower lip when you had given his chest a light shove, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

“Shuddup. You and I both know you’re not gonna win this one, honey. So get up from this fuckin couch and play this game with us. Or, you’re sleeping alone tonight.”

Joel grumbled something under his breath as he stared at you for a minute longer. He was trying to gauge if you were bullshitting him but by the way you stared right back, he knew you were dead serious.

“Fuckin’ gonna get you back for this sweetheart. You’ll see.”

You reached over and gave his cheek a light, affectionate pat, brushing your thumb against the coarse hair on his beard.

“Mhm. I’m sure you will, cowboy.”

Tess and Bea were already sat on the floor across from each other, an old empty beer bottle between them.

“Jesus fuck. You guys just gonna continue to eye fuck eachother or are we gonna play the game? Just one round, and then we’ll get out of your hair so you guys can rip each other's clothes off.” Tess said with a grin.

Your cheeks heated up at the slightest, from Tess’s crudeness, and the warm whiskey flowing through your veins.

You stood up from the couch, turning to look back at your lover, who was staring right back at you.

“C’mon Joel. Don’t make me ask you again.”

When he rolled his eyes in response, you wasted no time to grab his hand, yanking him up from the couch in one swift movement.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ woman. Alright, alright. I’m up.” He begrudgingly took a seat across from you on the worn carpet.

“We all know the rules, right? I mean..they’re fairly simple anyway.”

“Yeah, Tess. Just fuckin’ get on with it already.” Joel grumbled.

Tess turned to you and pushed the bottle in your direction.

“Think you get the first honors of spinning. Only fair after what you went through.”

You held your hand against your chest in mock shock as Tess gave you the first spin.

“Really? Wow, Tess. I think I’m going to document this moment forever.” You jokingly said.

“Oh, shut up. You’re lucky I actually have learned how to tolerate you. Now go on, spin.”

“I’m so loved.” You said with a giggle before grasping the bottle between your fingers, glancing at the three of them before you spun The bottle.

It spinned a few times before slowly coming to a stop. The opened end of the bottle was pointed directly at Tess.

You glanced at Joel for a moment. His brows were furrowed in slightly as he observed where the bottle was pointing. He was unashamedly looking forward to this, and you could tell just by the way he took his time with bringing the rim of his glass to his lips. His eyes were locked on yours, a smirk appearing.

“Well, you gonna kiss her baby doll?”

You could tell Tess was a little hesitant as she looked at you. You on the other hand? You were already scooting towards her. The liquor was giving you a bit of confidence boost as you reached for her face, gently holding her cheeks in your warm palms.

“You good with this?” You asked, while stroking your thumbs against her soft skin gently.

Tess had given you a slight nod of consent before you leaned in, just lightly brushing your lips against hers, your eyes fluttering shut as you pulled her in close. You teased her for a moment before fully pressing your lips against hers.

Much to everyone’s surprise, Tess kissed you back as she reached up, threading her fingers through your hair.

The kiss lasted all of 30 seconds as you bit down on her lower lip, tugging it out with your teeth before gently releasing it.

Tess had given you one last peck before she pulled back, grabbing what was left of her glass and tossed it down her throat.

“Fuck, I see why you like her so much Miller. She’s a damn fuckin good kisser.”

Joel was looking right at you as he spoke, nodding his head.

“Mhm. She damn well is. Don’t go gettin’ any ideas about stealin’ my girl Tess. She’s all mine, and I don’t take kindly to sharin’.”

You were used to Joel’s possessive nature by now. You lived through it. For some reason, hearing him say ‘my girl’ did something to you. You were absolutely counting down the minutes till Tess and Bea would leave so that you could have Joel all to yourself.

A few more rounds were played, much to Joel’s disapproval. You had ended up kissing Tess a couple more times and when you had slid into her lap at one point, Joel had enough. You could tell he was jealous just by the clench of his jaw, the furrow of his brows and the way he clutched the whiskey glass in his fist. You were afraid if he held it any tighter, the glass would surely break.

Whoops.

Tess and Bea got the memo pretty quick and had left after you crawled out her lap, an innocent look stricken across your pretty face.

“Did ya enjoy yourself sweetheart?” Joel was absentmindedly spinning the bottle now, his gaze falling on you.

“Mhm. Best, ‘we’re so glad the knife didn’t go deeper’ party ever.”

“Mmm. Thought so. You really liked kissin’ on Tess like that huh? You gonna save any of that for me?”

You were leaned back on your elbows as you looked over at him, an eyebrow raised in a suggestive manner.

“You jealous or something cowboy? You looked to be enjoying yourself as well. How about you take a final spin? See if you get lucky tonight.”

“Mmm. I ain’t got nothin’ to be jealous about when I know I get you at the end of the night.”

He spun the bottle once and watched it land facing you. You could both feel the air getting thick with tension. The chemistry was absolutely sizzling, sending all the warning signs that it was about to explode.

“Guess you are getting lucky tonight.”

Joel didn’t even have a moment to respond before you were in his lap, straddling his hips. The tension had shattered when he immediately grasped your hips between his rough, calloused palms. He bunched the thin fabric of your t-shirt up so he could finally touch your warm skin, he felt the goosebumps rising already.

“C’mon pretty girl. Kiss me already, please. You gonna make me beg ya?” He drawled.

You loved having Joel beneath you like this and at your mercy. You loved the way he looked up at you with his deep, puppy dog brown eyes. His lips were held in a slight pout as you brushed your thumb across his lower lip, watching as he nibbled on the tip of your finger.

God, submissive Joel was so fucking sexy.

You leaned down, grabbing his face in your hands before you finally kissed him, slotting your lips together as you held control of the situation. You knew it would only for a short moment before he’d take over. He lowly mumbled against your lips, your tongues tangled, teeth clashing.

“How do you want me tonight baby? You want it sweet? Rough? Filthy?”

He slid his hands up the expanse of your back, his fingers splayed out against your skin.

“All of the above, cowboy. I fucking want it all.”

He flipped you over onto your back with ease, yanking you down so you were underneath him. He was gripping your chin between his fingers, while his thumb brushed against your lower lip. Now you were looking up at him, anticipating his next move, while you wrapped your lips around the tip of his thumb, eyelashes fluttering. The sight of you beneath him, looking so needy, so pretty for him, had his cock twitching in his jeans.

“Look at you baby. You look so fuckin pretty for me honey. Fuck. Don’t look at me with those eyes. Y’know what those things do to me? Fuckin’ got me meltin’ like putty.” His Texas accent was thick, warm, deep, and it settled deliciously between your legs. You were aching for him already.

“Joel. Baby, please. C’mon.”

“Shh. I know, pretty girl. Gonna treat you real good, okay? You know I will. I got you, you got me. Now wrap your legs ‘round me. Ain’t gonna fuck you on the floor. Next time, Kay sugar? Want you on the bed.”

Joel didn’t have to ask you twice as you wrapped your thighs around his hips while he lifted you up into his arms with ease, grasping you by the outside of your thighs.

He managed to reattach his lips to yours while he carried you down the hall, using his hip to push open your shared bedroom. You only had a moment to breathe when he had tossed you onto the mattress. Your lips were swollen, and your face flushed as you watched him pull his shirt over his head with one hand.

It easily was one of the sexiest things a man could do. Even more sexy because Joel Miller was your man. Your fellow, your guy.

You let out a soft, heart clenching giggle as he crawled on top of you, peppering your face with warm kisses. His beard lightly scraped at your skin but you didn’t mind. You fucking loved it.

“Fuckin’ damn near lost my mind when you kissed Tess like that. Fuckin’ filthy of you to climb in her lap. What would have happened if I wasn’t in the room? Hmm sweet girl? Bet you woulda kept goin’.”

His kisses moved from your face to your jaw, and down your neck. He was sucking greedily at your tender flesh. His teeth, lips and tongue worked in a steady flow as he left his marks upon you. He loved the way you would grip his hair, and scrape your nails against his scalp. The feeling had his eyes rolling back into his skull.

“Joel..” you whimpered out his name as he continued to mark you up.

“Yeah, baby? Is it too much? Want me to stop?” He mumbled against your skin. His fingers were pushing your shirt back up, exposing more of your skin. His fingertips lightly brushed against your navel.

“Don’t stop, please. I need more. Joel, baby give me more.”

“Needy little thing for me, huh? Don’t want me to take my time with ya? Mmm..I think you can be a little patient, right sweet girl?”

“Touch me or so help me god—“

His fingers were at the waistband of your jeans, he had popped the button open and was now toying with the zipper.

He loved holding you over the edge like this.

“What’re gonna do about it if I don’t give you what you want, honey? C’mon. Be a good girl for me.”

You let out a frustrated huff, a whine slipping past your throat because you were that fucking desperate for his touch. You absolutely craved it.

“Joel, please. Want you, want your fingers, your tongue. Want it all, please. Please just fucking touch me.”

He chuckled while he slowly dragged your zipper down, slipping his fingers between the waistband of your jeans and your panties.

“Mmm. Well, since you said please…”

He brushed his fingers against your clit, watching as your pretty lips fell open and he drank it all in.

“Take your shirt off for me, sugar. Play with your pretty tits while I play with your pussy, Kay? Fuckin’ wet for me already. Absolutely drippin.’ That for me, or Tess?”

“Both.” You deadpanned as you wasted no time to lift your shirt above your head, tossing it to the side.

Joel couldn’t help but lean down and wrap his lips around one of your peaked buds as he sank his teeth against the sensitive skin, causing your body to jolt up slightly.

He had used his free hand, that wasn’t teasing you, to push your jeans down your legs. He yanked them down past your ankles, along with your panties.

All it took was for him to tap your thigh lightly and you were spreading your legs for him as if on command.

Damn him.

“Absolutely fuckin filthy. Look at you baby. Drippin’ for me, and Tess.”

He was teasing your slick folds, watching your face the entire time, with intensity. He watched your mouth go slack when he had slowly slipped in two of his fingers, pumping them slowly. He loved the way your eyes rolled back when he curled them against the soft, spongy texture of your walls.

Your moans filled the small room deliciously. He couldn’t wait to have you screaming so loud, the neighbors and patrolling FEDRA fucks would be able to hear you from outside.

“Feels good, huh baby? I gotta have a taste. Will you let me, sweet girl? Will you let me have a taste of your pretty little pussy?”

You grabbed his face, roughly pulling him down to you by his chin. You kissed him hard, tasting the smooth whiskey on his tongue, knocking the air out of your lungs and his. “Have a taste, cowboy.”

You pulled away from the searing kiss, your fingers still wrapped around his soft curls as you guided his head down, with zero hesitation.

“Fuckin’ don’t have to ask me twice.” He gruffly responded as he dragged his lips down your navel, scooting himself lower, on his knees. He used his free hand to yank you closer to him, holding his hand down against your stomach firmly with his arm wrapped around you, locking you in place.

He wasted no time to press a kiss to your aching cunt, dragging his tongue across your clit as he continued to curl his fingers. The combination was mind-numbing.

He had you moaning his name as if it was a fucking prayer. Each swipe of his tongue, each time he hit that spot that had you seeing stars, your moans would rise an octave. All for him. Your fellow, your guy.

“Sound so fuckin pretty for me baby. So fuckin pretty.” He mumbled against you, his mouth full of your pussy.

“F-f—fuck Joel. I’m—fuck. So good baby. So fuckin good.”

“Don’t come for me yet honey. Not yet, I know, sweet girl. Don’t give in.”

His beard was slightly scraping against your inner thighs, he shook his head back and forth, causing his nose to bump against your aching clit and your thighs to close in around his head. He surely had deep scratches along his scalp from how hard you were digging your nails into him.

“J—Joel! Fuck—stop! Stop! I can’t—baby I can’t hold on much longer!

His tongue was fiercely lapping at you now, your thighs squeezing, trembling around his head. You never thought the overwhelming euphoria would end till he lifting his mouth from you. His beard, and lips were coated in your arousal. His pupils darkened as he looked up at you.

Your other hand was toying with your breasts, pinching the sensitive nubs between your fingers as you panted, catching your breath as you looked down at your lover.

“Can I have a taste, please?” You breathed out.

He slipped his fingers out, they were coated in your arousal as he sat up on his knees, bringing them down to your lips, smearing them with your cum before he slipped them in. He watched as you wrapped your lips around his fingers, dragging your tongue across the ridges, your eyes fiercely locked on his.

“So fuckin’ pretty for me. You like the way you taste baby? You taste so fuckin’ sweet darlin’.”

He slipped his fingers out slowly, replacing them with his lips as he kissed you hard. Slipping his tongue past your lips with ease. There was something so erotic about you and him tasting your cum together.

You hear the sound of his belt clanking, his jeans dragging down his legs as he rid himself of his clothes, tossing them onto the floor with yours.

You were already pulling him in as close as possible when you felt his tip pressing against the side of your thigh, while his other hand was firmly wrapped around the headboard.

“Gonna scream for me darlin.’? Gonna let the neighbors fuckin’ know you’re mine?” He had detached his lips from yours, momentarily. His forehead gently resting against yours as he dragged his tip against your slick folds, letting out a low hiss.

“Loud enough that they’re gonna think I’m getting murdered, cowboy.”

“Mmm. That’s exactly what I fuckin like to hear. You ready baby? I got you, you got me.”

Joel always knew how to get your heart skipping a beat, and the butterflies in your stomach flapping. Even when you were fucking.

“I got you, you got me.” You let out a soft sigh when he slowly pressed into you, you loved the way he filled you up to the brim, each time. He stretched you deliciously. Nothing about Joel Miller was small, and you fucking loved it.

“Fuckin’ hell. So tight for me. So fuckin tight. Goddamn. Don’t think I’m ever gonna get used to being buried inside this pretty pussy. Grippin’ me so well. So good for me baby.” Joel praised you as he sank into your warmth.

His pubic bone was nudging yours. That’s how deep he was enveloped inside you.

Just where he always wanted to be.

“S’okay? Feelin’ good honey?’ He pressed a kiss to your jaw, nipping lightly at your chin as he dipped his head down.

You nodded, glancing down at where your bodies were connected while you brought your arms around his neck, threading your fingers through the back of his hair.

“S’good baby.”

He let out a breath of air as he drew his hips back before thrusting them forward, he repeated this motion a few more times, listening to the sound his hips would make when they smacked against your skin.

You brought your leg around his hip, digging the heel of your foot into his ass, pushing him in deeper as he started to pick up the pace, his jaw going slack as you clenched around him.

The headboard was smacking against the wall, the shitty mattress squeaking beneath the weight of his thrusts.

The room was thick in the stench of sex, and two lovers in the middle of it all.

Joel’s groans entwined with your moans as he rammed into you. His fingers were holding onto your hip so tightly, you surely would have bruises in the morning.

“That’s it baby doll. Takin’ me so fuckin’ good. Always so good for me baby. Fuckin’ can stay buried in you all fuckin’ night. Drunk off this pretty little pussy. Drunk off you darlin’.” His words came out jagged, in between groans as he dipped his head down to capture your lips once more.

Your tongues tied, teeth clashing, senses on overdrive.

This is where you always wanted to be.

His thrusts grew sloppy, uncoordinated as he came close to hitting his high. In the midst of his peaking orgasm, Joel was always attentive to make sure you got there before him. So it came as no surprise when he had released your hip from his harsh grip, and brought his hand down between where your bodies were connected and rubbed his thumb against your clit.

“That’s it, pretty girl. So fuckin close. You gonna cum for me honey? C’mon, I’ve got you. You’re safe. C’mon baby, let go!”

Your eyes rolled back into your skull as you came around him, clenching around his thick cock as your thighs quivered, and shook. He came shortly after you, his body shuttering as his orgasm rippled through him. He groaned out your name, his own personal prayer as he came undone, collapsing into your arms in a sweaty heap.

You both laughed as you came to your senses. Your fingers were gently playing with his sweaty hair, his cheek was pressed against your chest, his eyes blissfully closed. He refused to move, even as he went soft inside of you, his cum dripping down your thighs. You both felt safe here in each other's arms.

“That’s the last time you’re gonna say no to playing spin the bottle with me, right?” You whispered, your eyes closed as you rested your chin against the top of his sweat soaked head.

He hummed, bringing his arms around you, holding you close. “Mmm. Never gonna say no to you again baby. Never again.”

He was too tired to move, you were spent as well, so it came natural for him to fall asleep inside of you. Notched together, bodies entwined, right where you both always wanted to be.

[deprivedmusicaljunkie]

ahhh you see what wasn’t explicitly stated in the source material is that, after years of debate, @man-i-love-folklore and i have decided that we actually share the position of #1 wb! enjoyer. but thank you for reaching out to me even though the discretion was unfound, i duly appreciate it!!

Does @deprivedmusicaljunkie known about this?

[thanksforthedinosaur]

april 2023

1. boygenius - satanist 2. isabel pless - little life 3. celeina ann - mistakes 4. lomelda - scaredy's world 5. infinity crush - charlie 6. quinnie - itch 7. rosemary & garlic - goodbye 8. rachel bobbitt - i must apologise 9. barrie - ghost world 10. billie marten - i can't get my head around you 11. jenny lewis - psychos 12. miley cyrus - thousand miles (feat. brandi carlile) 13. caroline rose - tell me what you want 14. chelsea cutler - stay anything 15. annie blackman - glitch 16. jess kallen - mile eleven 17. carly gibert - consciously 18. spill tab - window 19. carlie hanson - lse to lax 20. melanie martinez - evil 21. gayle - everybody hates me 22. chloe moriondo - killbot! 23. phem - slippery slope 24. salem ilese - painhub 25. bea miller - jealous of my friends 26. payday - white mercedes 27. so wylie - talking easy 28. chappell roan - my kink is karma 29. ella vos - salty 30. fractures - burnt 31. sofia kourtesis - madres 32. g luné - blocked 33. twice - set me free (eng) 34. sabrina carpenter - feather 35. mimi webb - freezing 36. hozier - eat your young 37. aly & aj - sunchoke 38. cuco - si me voy (with the marías) 39. young guv - cold in the summer 40. blondshell - disappointment 41. nova one - best / worst 42. boyish - 10 years 43. softcult - spoiled 44. exes - hold that thought 45. momma - bang bang 46. tiny ruins - dorothy bay 47. slow pulp - cramps 48. black honey - tombstone 49. the aquadolls - sneaky 50. meet me @ the altar - need me 51. dim wizard - ride the vibe 52. jawny - giving up on you 53. babymetal - believing 54. jeromes dream - stretched invisible from london 55. alice longyu gao - monk 56. tei shi - color 57. kali uchis - blue 58. yazmin lacey - bad company 59. ivy sole - d.a.r.e. 60. ayelle - otra vez 61. ravenna golden - on my own 62. princess nokia - happy 63. tyler, the creator - massa 64. tobi lou - forecast - mini version https://open.spotify.com/playlist/37ovIp7aSrfhdAHXKfjzAq?si=b8243c26e6db4eba

[ceftali]

this is a playlist for the bestest mama’s boy

it is i who rides the largest dragon in the world 

     an aemond targaryen playlist by sara 

if i killed someone for you by alec benjamin / look what you made me do by taylor swift / bellyache (marian hill remix) by billie eilish, marian hill / bohemian rhapsody (remastered) by queen / undisclosed desires by muse / nico and the niners by twenty one pilots / enemy by imagine dragons, jid / vigilante shit (explicit) by taylor swift / royalty by egzod, maestro chives, and neoni / everything black by unlike pluto, mike taylor / enemy by tommee profitt, beacon light / i did something bad by taylor swift / you should see me in a crown by billie eilish / everybody wants to rule the world (cover) by lorde / teeth by 5 seconds of summer / twisted by missio / control by halsey / wildest dreams (taylor’s version) by taylor swift / talk by hozier / demons by imagine dragons / anti-hero by taylor swift / viva la vida by coldplay / dynasty by miia / wisdom teeth by bea miller / lovely by billie eilish, khalid / family line by conan gray / trauma by nf 

check it out here 💚 

[cassianstattoo]

DEAR ACOSF FAM

For the last time, I updated the playlist.

I added more songs and changed a little bit the order.

Some of the songs are meant to be considered as a whole (every word is important), but others contain various words or quotes that are full of meaning (so just a few verses). Also, a few of them give off the vibes of the scene I'm thinking of, and it's important to understand the meaning behind the whole song. It could be simple or deep, but obviously I can't tell you that.😉

A lot of songs can represent other moments too (but they’re always chronological so don’t worry). As always, you can find the new songs in bold.

Thank you for all your support and love. I’m used to express myself through the music and I though it was a great idea to talk about the book using the thing I love the most.

PLAYLIST: ACOSF

(I wrote something "spoilery" at the end of the playlist btw)

“Alone” by Melancholia

“Impossible” by James Arthur

“Sister” by The Black Keys

“New House” by Toro y Moi

“My Mother & I” by Lucy Dacus

“Teacher’s Pet” by Melanie Martinez”

“Dangerous Man” by Valley Of Wolves

“Control” by Halsey

“Bookstore Girl” by Charlie Burg

“Wrong Direction” by Hailee Steinfeld

“You’ve Got a Friend In Me” by Cavetown

“like that” by Bea Miller

“Queen” by Shawn Mendes

“You’ll Follow Me Down” by Skunk Anansie

“Teeth” by 5 Seconds of Summer

“Only You” by Ellie Goulding

“Revolution” by Diplo, Faustix, Imanos, Kai

“Best Friend for Hire” by Anthony Amorim

“Moment’s Silence (Common Tongue)” by Hozier

“Rise Up” by Andra Day

“Nina Cried Power” by Hozier, Mavie Staples

“Fix Me Now” by Garbage

“Ready or Not” by Fugees

“PILLOWTALK” by ZAYN

“Go Fuck Yourself” by Two Feet

“Never Again” by Breaking Benjamin

“Boy In The Bubble” by Alec Benjamin

“Past Lives” by BØRNS

“Boulevard of Broken Dreams” by Green Day

“Watch Me While I Bloom” by Hayley Williams

“R U Mine?” by Arctic Monkeys

“Walls Could Talk” by Halsey

“Despicable” by grandson

“Part Of Me” by Katy Perry

“Don’t Give Up On Me” by Andy Grammer

“There You Are” by ZAYN

“You Found Me” by The Fray

“Locked Out Of Heaven” by Bruno Mars

“Thin White Lies” by 5 Seconds of Summer

“Chosen Family” by Rina Sawayama

“Library Magic” by The Head And The Heart

“Battle Cry” by Imagine Dragons

“Hurt” by Christina Aguilera

“Story Of Another Us” by 5 Seconds of Summer

“Drama Club” by Melanie Martinez

“Genius” by Sia, Diplo, Labrinth

“Therefore I Am” by Billie Eilish

“All About Us” by He Is We, Owl City

“Rock Bottom” by Hailee Steinfeld ft. DNCE

“Stop Crying Your Heart Out” by Oasis

“Fade Into You” by Nashville Cast, Sam Palladio, Clare Bowen

“I Miss You” by Adele

“Beautiful” by Christina Aguilera

“Smile” by Uncle Kracker

“Broken Pieces” by 5 Seconds of Summer

“Carried Away” by H.E.R.

"What’s Up?” by 4 Non Blondes

“Sisters Are Doin’ It For Themselves” by Eurythmics ft. Aretha Franklin

“Run The World (Girls)” by Beyoncé

“Puppets” by Depeche Mode

“Warriors” by Imagine Dragons

“Emperor’s New Clothes” by Panic! At The Disco

“Survivor” by Destiny’s Child

“Set Fire to the Rain” by Adele

“Cancer” by My Chemical Romance

“You Saved Me” by Skunk Anansie

“Lean on Me” by Bill Withers

“Sorry” by Halsey

“Amazing” by Aerosmith

“The Reason” by Hoobastank

“this is me trying” by Taylor Swift

If you've read the first 6 chapters (and the Cauldron scene at the beginning) then you can listen to the first 6 songs. There's not a song for every chapter but only the ones that describe important scenes. Let me know if you get to which moments they refer.