#because it's by the same band as the theme song? you get it?

[mellowyellowdaydream]

Mixtapes-

AN: Hi! This is my first fic since I’ve returned to writing, so please be kind. Feedback is always appreciated! Also if anyone wants help explain making links or has a source where I can learn lemme know please! Also I wanted it to be more period accurate to the era that is the 2000’s because I personally love that era for the fashion, music, pop culture! So yeah!

Word count: 9.2K

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader insert.

Rating: Mature themes so mature audiences only. 18+ enter at own risk.

Themes: slow burn???, friends to lovers trope, two knuckle heads being knuckle heads, mutual pining, eventual smut, fluff, time jumps(sorry not sorry) maybe some out of character Dean? Lots of boob talk cause I too love boobies. <3 sorry not sorry <3

Summary: Y/N loves making mixtapes, but what happens when the one she doesn’t want to disappear is the one that went missing. And what happens when she confronts the one who took it.

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Mixtape, a way to show one’s love to another through music. At least that what pop culture leads you to believe. Especially in 1996, except they started moving over to mixtapes on CD.

Y/N and Dean share of love for music, now it may be different bands and genres but the love is still the same. Y/N constantly teases Dean about his “vintage” taste when it comes to his music though, so she has taken it upon herself to introduce new eras and bands into his repertoire.

Now she did make sure she included songs he would recognize, whether it be from the radio or from when she showed them to him from her own stereo. She would obviously include Metallica, usually as the first song on the tape just to help cover for him incase John grabbed it, but she did make sure it wasn’t one he would normally listen to so he would switch tapes.

Y/N would almost always include one song that would make Dean uncomfortable, whether that be Closer by NIN or Change in the House by Deftones. Cause she knew those two weren’t just casual listening songs, those were ‘lets get down to business and fuck’ songs. But she also knew Dean and her would never cross that line.

Ever.

He saw her as nothing more than a friend, at least that’s what she thought. She didn’t know that anytime one of those two songs would come on he would start to squirm in his seat cause he started to think about what it would be like to cross that line. He thought about what it would be like to have her underneath him while they listened to those songs together.

Now Sam always thought it was hilarious how he would adjust in the drivers seat and try to turn the music down, so he could push those dirty, dirty thoughts from his head. But seeing as how his younger brother liked to be a little shit he’d turn it back up and compliment Dean on his music taste and tease him about where he got this tape from.

Which Dean would grumble he got it from Y/N/N, and say something about her trying to broaden his music taste. Which then would make Sam hide a small smile and snicker quietly.

“So you let her change up your music, but I can’t even change the tape every once in a while?” Sam would tease.

“Driver picks the music, passenger shuts his cake hole.” Dean would reply without taking his eyes off the road, but if he did he would see Sam mouthing the well known saying along with him.

“So you would say it’s getting pretty serious between you two? Hmm?” Sam teases, obviously loving the reactions he could make Dean have with just barely mentioning the mutual pining you two do.

“Sammy, once again she’s just a friend. Always has been, always will be. When will you learn that?” Dean replied way too quickly.

“Sure Dean. Whatever you need to tell yourself. But if I were you, I’d listen to the music she’s showing you. I think there’s some, uhh, deeper meanings.” Sam mumbled, resting his head against the window. Slowly closing his eyes as the song changed to a more mellow Led Zeppelin tune.

Dean just grumbled and kept driving. Knowing he would need to call you soon about the case they were working on, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to work up the nerve to actually ask you what Sam meant. So he pushed those intimate thoughts down and away. Maybe he’ll ask you one day. Just not now, while everything is so complicated. Maybe many, many years down the line he’ll work up that courage.

But for now he’s more than happy just bring your friend, because that means he gets to keep you in his life and keep you safe.

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Time jump to 2007

“Time to hit the road you two! Let’s go!” Dean bellowed out into Bobby’s living area knowing Sam and Y/N would hear.

“Fine! But I get shotgun!” Y/N responded before Sam could, so when their eyes met she gave him a shit eating grin while he looked at her like ‘why the fuck do I have to be in the back? You’re smaller!’ She just shrugged, zipped up her duffle, grabbed her bags and went out to throw them in the trunk of Baby, finding Dean waiting for them so he could have the trunk set up how he wanted it.

“Sam not too happy about the shotgun situation huh?” Dean asked while a smirk softly rose on his face.

“Who would have thought? The tallest person would be mad about being in the backseat. Shocker!” Y/N quipped.

Dean just shook his head and laughed while he looked down making his hands look busy while Sam took his sweet time to join them.

“He’s probably getting an earful from Dad, should we go save him?” Y/N asked looking over to the porch waiting for it to swing open.

“Nah, he’ll be fine. Bobby knows we will take good care of you and not let you into too much of the action. Shit, I had to promise I wouldn’t let you too far out of my sight or else he was gonna fight me.” Dean answered.

Y/N looked at Dean knowing Bobby had to probably fight the urge to slam him against the wall while Dean made promises about her safety thus making a small snort come out of her nose.

“Well I mean what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Y/N responded shooting Dean a wink then looked down to fiddle with a zipper on one of the bags he’s been fussing over.

What she didn’t notice is the effect that answer had on Dean. He stiffened because his mind went immediately to the gutter. Cause he would love to do so many filthy things to her but would hate for her father to ever find out because it would be his ass mounted on the wall above Bobby’s doorway. But he couldn’t help it when she came out wearing a skin tight crop top that showed off her breasts like the work of art they were. Not to mention the small bit of tummy that peaked over the waist of her jeans cause no matter how hard she tried to hide her “chubby body”(her words not Deans) it would always find a way to pop out of its confines cause it too knew it shouldn’t be hidden. It should be appreciated and worshipped, cause who didn’t love a little extra padding for when it came down to being intimate it gave something to hold onto and extra area to smother in kisses.

While he was distracted with his dirty thoughts that’s when she noticed a small corner of something poking out of a side pocket, a small rectangular object that anyone who loved music would recognize.

A cassette.

But not any old cassette, one of the ones she made for him. At least that’s what she thinks it is, seeing as how it wasn’t in his special box up front with the rest of the tapes. And she knew he didn’t keep a lot of the ones she gave him up front in fear of John finding them or Sam teasing him about the tapes.

Just as she was about to ask Dean about it Sam came slamming out of the house. With Dean distracted with teasing Sam for taking his sweet time inside, Y/N slowly grabbed the tape without anyone noticing, slipped by the boys loading up Sam’s things and slid into the front seat of Baby.

She looked down at the well loved cassette. Most of the ink was rubbed off, so it was almost unidentifiable. But you could still see the remnants of her writing mixtape numba 69 ;)

‘Oh.my.god. How did he get this one!?’ Y/N thought while blushing furiously at her lap, she thought that she lost or misplaced this one in her bedroom. Thinking maybe it slipped under her bed at some point.

She was so wrapped up in her head and thoughts she almost didn't hear the boys climbing into the car. She quickly shoved the tape between her thighs and hoped neither of them picked up on her being flustered.

“Alright, next stop New Mexico. No stops unless gas or food. Got it?” Dean asked turning the ignition bringing Baby to life.

‘Yep’ and ‘Got it’ were mumbled out by the two passengers.

‘Alright.’ Dean chided and turned the radio up on Led Zeppelin's IV as the all settled into the music and ride.

Y/N was able to drift back into her head and wonder how he got his hands on this tape and when did he get his hands on this tape. Which that lead into her figuring out how she was gonna ask him those questions. She subconsciously would gnaw at her lips in thought, most of the time until there was a crack and raw or it was bleeding. She was so oblivious and lost in thought that she wouldn’t notice anytime Dean would glance at her and shift his gaze from her mouth to her eyes, and continue that route a couple times before glancing back to the road, analyzing her concerned face and making him curious about why she was stuck in thought. ‘Maybe bringing her with us wasn’t a good idea, what if she’s too in her head to focus on our task?’ Dean thought.

Sam wasn’t oblivious to his brothers actions though. He took notice and would probably comment on it if he knew it wouldn’t sour the mood for this hunt.

Sam wanted to make sure he came off as supportive to these two as much as he could because he saw the happiness each brought to the other, and he wanted to make sure if he could help it to not put any negativity into their first hunting trip as a team of three cause he knew it could make or break this whole working relationship. And he hates to admit it but he needs Y/N just as much as Dean does, because her lore knowledge and researching would put his to shame. (Which honestly he loves having that older sister role model to compete with when it came to the research and lore. ‘Because if you make it fun, you make it go faster!’ Y/N would say this encouraging the scholar that Sam is. And thus making him not hate to admit to anything.)

They passed through many counties, and one almost two states, before pulling off for gas and some snacks. But made quick work of getting back on the road so they could make it to New Mexico somewhat early tomorrow if they pushed through the night to drive one more state before they could say they made it safely. Y/N let Sam swap for the front so he could stretch his legs better and she could curl up in the back and rest incase Dean wanted to switch at all.

Y/N awoke when Baby slowed down on the side of the road.

“What’s wrong? We there?” She quickly spit out while brushing her hair out of her face, realizing she fell asleep for a few hours. Sam just grumbled and snuggled into his sweatshirt more.

“I need to stretch my legs, my balls are about to go numb.” Dean answered opening the door.

Y/N realized that they had made it to New Mexico but we’re exactly there yet. She also saw the opportunity for her to ask those questions to Dean knowing Sam was sleeping in the car and wouldn’t interrupt. So she crawled to the drivers side passenger door and climbed out once she clicked it open. Which startled Dean who was looking up at the night sky and stars.

Y/N mumbled a sorry while Dean reassured her it was ok. She leaned on the trunk of Baby pulling the flannel closer to her body to keep the warmth in if a breeze came by, while Dean paced infront of her kicking the dirt a bit with his boots.

“How much longer til we’re there? I’m sure you and Sasquatch could use a good lie down.” Y/N said.

“Well we gotta stop one more time for gas soon, but otherwise I don’t see why we wouldn’t be there by 10am. Which we could find a motel, check in, clean up and then start getting research for the-“ Dean said but stopping to make her say what they were hunting again.

“Ghost? You were confused about a ghost?” Y/N asked, looking up at him with the ‘what the hell’ face and raised eyebrows.

“Yeah that. I couldn’t remember if it was that or vampires.” Dean replied.

“They are nothing similar. How did you get those two mixed up?” Y/N teased putting her hands on her waist, exposing her skin tight baby tee that hugged her boobs to perfection. Dean sputtered but couldn’t come up with an excuse and trying to not make it obvious he liked what the shirt was doing for her body. And seeing that little sliver of tummy peaking out just above her high waisted jeans definitely didn’t help whatsoever.

“Can I ask you something Dean?” Y/N interrupted his thoughts, making him shake his head.

Oh no. I’ve been caught checking out my best friend and now she’s gonna fucking hate my guts! Dean thought.

“A question, can I ask you one?” Y/N repeated.

“Uh, sure?” He responded but unsure of what to expect next from Y/N.

“Where and when did you get this?” Y/N asked as she slid the cassette tape out of her the big front pocket on her pants(think more cargo/jnco jeans none of this skinny Jean shit).

Deans eyes widened and he tried to grab the tape from her, but her reaction was far quicker and she pulled it away and held it up over her shoulder while quirking her left eyebrow at him.

“Come on sweetheart, you know that’s one of the ones you gave me way back when.” Dean answered trying to play it off as one of her normal mixtapes.

“No it’s not. This is the one I lost. In my room. 10 years ago. Now how did you end up with it? Hmmm?” Y/N asked again, squinting her eyes at him to try and intimidate him. Which ended up doing the opposite because Dean thought the face was quite cute and had to hold back his smile.

“I have no idea. I honestly thought it was one of the ones you made for me. Let me see it.” He answered reaching for it and snatching from her hands.

“Hey!” She shouted trying to fight him over it and trying but failing to climb up his body to retrieve it from his outstretched arm.

You two were too busy bickering and playing keep away to notice that Sam had half climbed out of the car and was waiting for you fools to finish.

“Can we finish the drive?” Sam said, throwing his voice so you two would stop.

You two stopped, frozen in a weird position. Somehow you had ended up on Dean’s back like a back pack with your arm outstretched to try and reach the tape from Dean’s right hand. But his left hand was down and around your back/waist so you wouldn’t fall. He slowly turned towards the interrupter while you both looked like a deer in head lights sharing the same surprise.

“Uh yeah.” Dean said, you climbing down and readjusting your shirt and flannel while he cleared his throat and held the cassette between both of his hands.

Y/N climbed back into the back seat, her cheeks flaming with some embarrassment but also because she couldn’t stop thinking about how close she was pressed to Dean. And how even though they were stupidly fighting over a cassette he still made sure she wouldn’t fall on her ass while on his back. Thus spurring her into more of a flush because of how stupidly sweet the gesture was.

Once the boys were loaded back in she caught Dean’s eye in the rear view and he had a caught flush still on his cheeks and ears. So she sent him a wink and the I’m watching you hand movements to let him know they weren’t yet done with that discussion.

“You gonna put that cassette in or are you just gonna keep fiddling with it?” Sam asked Dean. Making Y/N shoot forward to lean her arms on the back rest of the front seat so she could be included in the discussion.

“Yeah Dean. Put it in. I’m sure your brother would love to hear that mixtape.” Y/N added, wishing she could add ‘that I made specifically for when I could fuck you in the back seat here and I drunkinly told you about 10 years ago!’ Sam shot her a look with a small smile tugging at the corner on his mouth.

“Nah, I’ll save that one for later. Let’s just put in this one.” Dean responded after fishing around in the cubby on the door for his Metallica Ride the Lightning cassette but also trying to hide the mixtape deep within the cubby so she wouldn’t ask him about it again. And ignored the other two trying to egg him on.

He cranked the radio as he pulled back on the the small highway and drove on. And they drove none of them opening their mouths about what happened outside or why this mixtape was so damn important.

The sun was about to be up right as the pulled into the gas station two hours from their destination. Sam climbed out to go to the bathroom and grab snacks while Dean made quick work getting gas into Baby. Y/N climbed out on the drivers side, stretching her body and letting out a small moan to see how she could make Dean uncomfortable with that sound. Her shirt rising to just below her bra almost popping up over it exposing them. (She knew of his love of woman and their bodies so she would let him ogle cause that meant if she could get his attention then maybe just maybe he might feel the same, right?)

Which the reaction she got was exactly what she wanted, him shifting himself and coughing to cover up the fact the he did ogle and check her out. And he didn’t mind one but what he saw. He actually loved her body, though would never admit it to her. That would be crossing the line and he wouldn’t do that, would he?

“I gotta pee but I want shotgun once I’m back.” Y/N said, shutting the door and walking to where the bathrooms were on the small building in the middle of nowhere.

‘Shit. She’s gonna wanna talk about the tape, and now they are both awake and he’s gonna have input too. Great. Just great.’ Dean thought.

Sam wandered out and Dean told him Y/N’s request to sit upfront. Which Sam was more than happy to oblige if it meant these two would finally talk about that tape or “fight” they had earlier. So Sam climbed into the back and waited for the rest of the team to join until they could hit the road and disperse the snacks amongst them.

As the clock hit 10:23 they rolled into a small motel in a somewhat small town in northwest New Mexico. Y/N hoped that there was either more than one room or a room with two queens and a sofa.

Dean parked and turned off Baby, turned around towards his brother to shoot him a look to make him get out and get rooms for the three of them so that maybe Dean and Y/N could have alone time really quick.

Sam huffed and climbed out. Rolling his eyes as he went into the small reception area of the even smaller, run down vintage motel.

“Looks like it hasn’t been updated in a few decades. Let’s hope they have a good cleaning crew.” Y/N joked looked out eyeing the small building, bits of the stucco crumbling away from the frame work on portions of the motel. She could see a visible line on the building from where they either gave up painting the building or ran out of paint and didn’t want to go back to get more paint to finish.

“Well it’s home until we find the bones, salt and burn them. So let’s hope you and Sam can figure out who we need to talk to or where we need to go.” Dean said in response. Y/N finally looking at him. Still waiting for Sam to come back.

“Dean, we still haven’t finished that conversation we started earlier. I wanna know how you ended up with that tape.” Y/N said, hoping he won’t put up too much of a fight so they can finally ease whatever this tension is between them.

“Y/N look I-“ Dean started but was interrupted by Sam opening up the door to tell them which room was theirs.

“We got one room, 103, 2 queen beds. Sorry guys, the receptionist said that half the building is falling in on itself cause of the high winds and not enough consist foot traffic to keep up with the repairs. He also-“ Sam started rambling and the two in the front seat turned and looked at him like he was crazy.

“What?” Sam asked very confused.

“Seriously Sammy?!” Y/N asked a little distraught that Dean was about to confess something but was so rudely interrupted by his little brother once again. Dean took this opportunity to exit the car and conversation so he wouldn’t have to confess his feelings.

“What did I do?” Sam asked throwing back the same attitude.

Y/N just turned around and climbed out of the car to help unload the trunk so they could settle into the room and get set up to do what they need to.

“Come on you two it’s not like I interrupted something important right?” Sam asked finally joining you two to carry his share of bags.

Y/N and Dean shot him the same look, one that read seriously dude you know what you did. Y/N’s turned into a pout as she trudged over to number 103 and waited for the two to join her.

Sam fumbled with the key, almost dropping it on to the small mat in front of the door.

“Sam take the bed closest to the bathroom, Y/N you're on whatever bedside as long as it’s between Sam and I.” Dean ordered as Sam got the door to open and they all piled through, Sam dropping his things on the bed closest to the bathroom.

“What?” Y/N asked, very confused, coming to a stop between the two beds and brothers.

“Are you trying to get me to sleep with you Dean? Hmm?” Y/N teased deciding to drop her bags right between the two beds to confuse Dean.

“Well you would be protected on both sides. It’s logic sweetheart.” Dean said, coming up with the perfect excuse like he knew they would be in this exact situation.

Sam was gonna use this distraction so while those two started arguing, he grabbed what he would need to freshen up, and slowly and quietly snuck to the bathroom. But he wanted them to know they were alone so he slowly closed the door then as he got to just about latching it, he gave a little more force so it would latch loudly. Alerting the two knuckleheads.

Which startled the shit out of Y/N, making her jump and realize what exactly happened. The water from the shower started rather loudly at this moment. Dean laughed at her reaction but then also realized and they both looked at each other and blushing heavily. Then as quick as they looked at each other they quickly looked away. Y/N once again chewing on her lip and deciding to squat down in front of her bag and fish out her lore books, note supplies and laptop.

Dean was checking out her ass as subtly as he could, making his hands busy in his duffle. Him searching for agent attire to wear for interviews. He couldn’t help but look at it honestly, Y/N should be proud of that ass, the roundness of it filling out the seat of her jeans so well it’s like they were painted on. Y/N shed her flannel then, tossing onto her pile and stood up to head to the small table with two chairs. Dean had to quickly turn himself back to his bag not realizing he watched her move across the room, his upper body turned to angle towards her.

Y/N sat down and glanced at Dean watching him pretend to be busy. He was so easy to read to her, but she did spend years breaking down his walls to let her in. Which took almost a decade, so it was not an easy feat for either of them.

“So Dean, can you answer me now or will we be interrupted again?” Y/N asked, flipping open to the info she had started collecting for this case.

“Not right now. We gotta focus sweetheart. Maybe later.” He answered coming to sit opposite of her at the table.

“Fine. But just so you know I’m holding you to that. You don’t get to just not answer me.” Y/N said point her pen at him to emphasize her point.

“Now so far we know that there’s a spirit who became upset over something or other. Came back and is now attacking its descendants?” Y/N said flipping through the papers.

“But?” Dean asked, knowing exactly what they needed.

“We need to know first of all where they are, or if there’s an item they are still attached to. And maybe we will find out why the hell they decided to come out of retirement to do this.” Y/N answered, smiling proudly at Dean. He obviously couldn’t keep his smile at bay when he say hers.

‘Fuck she’s perfect.’ Dean thought. Realizing he thought that, quickly shook his head and relaxed his face to not show any emotion or inkling of his thought on his face.

Y/N just gave him a weird look and kept digging through her papers and notes.

“Now there is one descendant we can talk to. But he’s a little hard to get a hold of apparently. So maybe you two need to go pretend to be FBI and see if he’ll talk?” Y/N suggested, hoping that maybe she could see him in that delicious black suit, even though it wasn’t tailored for him he still wore it exceptionally well.

“Probably what we were planning on doing, do you have an address or do we need to track it down? And by we I mean Sam and I. I want you to stay here Y/N. Just in case it’s not safe.” Dean said, staring her down, hoping to show her he means business.

“Seriously?!” Y/N answered, ignoring the first few questions. Obviously pissed off.

“Come on Y/N/N. Your dad just wants to keep you safe, same with me. And if I know you are here and safe then that’s one thing I don’t have to worry about.” Dean responded, hoping she understands.

“Dean. It’s a simple salt and burn. How many of these have just you and I done? This isn’t any different. Why are you being so weird all of a sudden?” Y/N asked irritation making her start to get confrontational.

“I-I… Look I care about you ok. However you want to interpret that.” Dean said, throwing the ball right into her court. Stunning Y/N speechless, her mouth slightly opening in disbelief.

“Well, I-uh.” She started but couldn’t finish. Her brain completely short circuiting on the fact the Dean Winchester ADMITTED, openly admitted his care for her.

Y/N blinked a couple times hoping it would get her brain to reboot fast enough to respond. She had to quickly look down as her blush took over her face and chest.

She was unfortunately too slow, Sam emerging from the bathroom. Steam filtering out with him.

“I hope you didn’t use all the hot water!” Dean said, quickly diverting the attention to Sam. Y/N thanked him because she knew she wouldn’t be able to give him the response she wants to in only a short while.

“No. There should be some left. What’s the plan? Cause I know we should do FBI, but having more than two agents out feels weird. Like how often have we seen three working together in the field?” Sam asked. Dean then shooting a look at Y/N, smirking.

“Fine! I’ll stay here but as soon as you know what I need to research, call me. Then pick me up so I can help dig it up.” Y/N said, throwing up her hands and slumping down in her chair. Her boobs being pushed straight into the table's edge and up into her chin, pouting.

Dean got up, hiding his ogling her and that damn cute face she pulls when she’s frustrated.

Stop. He has to remind himself, walking to his bag and grabbing his things to freshen up.

Sam just watched whatever the hell that was and just kept on doing his thing. He then walked over and took the chair Dean was just occupied.

“So, you gonna finally go for it or…?” Sam asked, gesturing between you and the closed bathroom door.

“Come on Sam. Not now.” Y/N answered.

Sam just sighed, hoping that tonight they would finally quit being idiots and just give in. A plan popped into his head, knowing exactly how to pull this off. He waited for Y/N to fill him in on what he would need for the case, giving him the address to the police station where they would find the officer who could then point them to the descendant.

He waited for Dean to finish up so they could head out. Sam decided to take this time to map out his plan to get those two together, alone. Cause he definitely does not want to be anywhere near them when they finally bump uglies.

What he thought he could do was pretend to get food poisoning from lunch(if they figured out what and where they needed to salt and burn), then those two would have to confront what they needed to.

Dean startled the pair by bursting into the room, hair still damp. He was fixing his tie as he walked out.

“We almost ready to go?” Dean asked, not like he was the one taking his sweet ass time in the bathroom.

“Just waiting on you.” Sam answered getting up from the table. Dean just scoffed in response and shrugged his jacket on.

Nice. Y/N thought, openly checking out Dean cause man did he wear the fuck out whatever he was in, whether it be casual, relaxed or dressed up. He made those clothes look like they were made to accentuated his form.

The pants hanging off of his waist to then flow down off of his perky ass, because yes it is perky, to then flow to his long legs. The jacket added to his presence, his shoulders filling it out and making the fabric stretch lightly over the muscles. God damn. Y/N just bit her lip and looked up.

Dean was making eye contact with her now because she was too busy eye fucking him. He just smirked and raised an eyebrow.

Y/N quickly looked away face burning from being caught. Sam just quietly laughed at their antics cause fucking finally. They’ve been doing this little stupid song and dance for over a decade. Neither taking the fucking chance to step in a different direction for their relationship.

“Alright sweetheart, we will see you later. I’ll cal if we find anything.” Dean said making the final pt down of phone wallet keys before they make their exit.

“Yeah yeah whatever.” Y/N said waving them off, opening up her computer.

The boys headed out while she turned it on, and choose to stare down the device instead of making eye contact with either man while they exited. She didn’t want to show how truly hurt she was she didn’t get to play special agent but she understood how it would look weird with three agents walking about.

She quickly clicked her internet open and found MySpace as well as the link she saved pertaining to this case. The former was obviously just to pass the time cause how hard is it not to get sucked into that world.

She didn’t realize how much time had passed until she heard an absurd sound coming from her pile of belongings. Luckily it’s loud enough to hear, but fuck! She walked over and quickly tried to find the smaller object before it stopped its shrill song.

She found it and held it up in success. Waving it slightly before flipping it open and pressing it to her ear.

“Hello?” Y/N asked.

“Hey sweetheart, we got the lead we needed and are gonna head over there after we grab some lunch.” Dean rushed out, the sound of a car honking behind him.

Y/N figured he was taking his sweet time crossing the street making the driver upset enough to honk at him. Which would mean he was stuck in his own little world while on the phone with her.

“Yeah? Anything I can try to find for you two while you’re out?” Y/N asked, hoping maybe she could be of assistance in some way.

“No we got it covered. It seems like a very easy cut and dry case. I’ll give you a call once I know more, ok?” Dean answered.

“Alright well I guess I’ll talk to you later.” Y/N grumbled, obviously a little upset that she was now stuck in the shitty motel room until later.

So she flopped on the bed Dean claimed and grabbed the remote from the nightstand and started pressing buttons until one of them made the ancient tv turn on. She fumbled with it until she could find something that wasn’t too fuzzy or obscure.

She fell asleep and ended up being woken up by the deadbolt clicking and the door squeaking open. She sat up, her hair hanging around her face while she tried to collect herself.

The lights flicked on as the two boys made themselves more comfortable. Sam making a quick beeline for the bathroom once he shed his jacket.

“Morning sweetheart. Sorry to wake you abruptly but it looks like it might just be you and me going to dig up ye old sanders from the counties graveyard. Sammy seems to have eaten something that didn’t quite agree with him.” Dean said pointing to the bathroom as he came and sat on the foot of the bed facing the tv, starting to unbutton his collared shirt. His duffle open enough for him to dig around for his next set of flannel and plain black tee.

Y/N finally collected herself enough before she peaked out from behind her hair, seeing the naked back on Dean making her straighten her back. Realizing if she had the balls she could reach out and touch his soft freckled back and feel his muscles react to her touch. But she didn’t because she knew she would have to change into something easier to maneuver in if she was gonna be digging up a corpse.

“Sammy hurry up! I gotta change!” Y/N bellowed as she slid herself out of the bed and to her duffle, searching through to pull out a long sleeve crop and some yoga pants. Knowing that most of her clothes matched and she could just throw the same flannel over her new outfit.

Sam came out grumbling and holding his stomach. It was almost too real to be real. Y/N squinted at him knowing he may have been faking.

A topic for another time. She thought, quickly shuffling over to the bathroom to make quick work of his exile. Not wanting to linger too long in his “stinky” bathroom either.

She came out almost falling over trying to readjust her socks so they sat properly on her toes cause nothing was worse then the chaffing of the seam on her feet when she was busy doing shit. And god forbid she had to book it out of the situation.

“Let’s get this over with.” She exclaimed grabbing her boots and flannel to head out to the impala. Wanting to get this night over with. Sam just smirked knowing his plan was working perfectly!

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With the salt and burn finished and the grave filled back in, Dean and Y/N walked back to the impala that was tucked behind some bushes so anyone off the main road wouldn’t see it and be suspicious. Dean opened the trunk, they threw the shovels inside and Dean slammed the trunk closed. They each make their way to the front doors on Baby and climb in once unlocked.

Y/N thought they were sitting quietly while they recovered from the manual labor they just had to do with only two people instead of three-'Thanks Sam, of course you have food poisoning. Not.’ Y/N thought. What Y/N didn’t know was Dean was fishing around in the cubby to find the tape he hid earlier, so he could finally air everything out. He found the one he was looking for, ejected the current one and switched it for his personal favorite. He increased the volume slightly but not enough to drown out what he was gonna say.

The opening melody of Change in the House of Flies by Deftones starts drifting through the air. Dean drove off looking for a more secluded pet of town where he and Y/N could be alone.

“Y/N I just want you to have an open mind for what I’m about to say so please just listen.” Dean rushed out.

“Okay?” Y/N responded very confused by his statement. She watched as he pulled to out of the town and found a small secluded park where he knew no one would look for them.

“Y/N I want you to understand how much we appreciate you and your help with the research and hunts. And I know we’ve had some weird spots you and I but I think the only reason we had those weird spots was cause we’re both too chicken shit to actually admit to each other how we really feel. So when you told me you had a special mixtape for if and when we actually were intimate I just had to jump on that and figure out what exactly you meant. And well Sam did mention one time I should really listen to the songs you put on these to better understand what you were trying to tell me. And well he wa–is right. Right?” Dean rambled. Y/N fidgeted with the tear in her pants by the front pocket. Her teeth playing with her bottom lip.

“Dean, I-I don’t know what to even say. I’m surprised you even remember me telling you that, we were three sheets to the wind off of a few beers. But Sam was right, ya know? I picked specific songs that I would love to fuck to and maybe thought you would enjoy them as well? But I didn’t know you felt the same way as I did so I only made that tape for myself. So I’m assuming you saw it on my desk after I fell asleep and you snuck out of my room? Hmm?” Y/N asked, shifting her body so they were facing one another on the bench seat. Y/N she’s her flannel leaving her in a similar crop top to earlier but this time it was a deep red. She looked so good in red, and fuck seeing her dirty from the grave digging just added to her whole sexual aura.

“Your dad would have killed us if he woke up and we were both in there. I’m wouldn’t be surprised if he killed us if he found out we talked about this topic of you and I.” Dean replied with his devilish smirk. I wonder what she’s got on underneath, it’s gotta be good especially with how supported they looked. He let his rake over her form.

Taking his sweet time to admire her and her beauty. God she really is just perfect. He noticed how her breathing picked up, a grin lighting up her already flushed face. Eyes sparkling with want and lust.

“You want there to be a you and I?” Y/N inquired, her arms crossing under her boobs to cover her stomach so she could squeeze herself for comfort if he rejected her.

“Y/N you are all I want. Fuck, the things I would do to you if you let me. Especially to these songs, cause baby girl you are one naughty girl.” Dean answered as the song flowed from Change in the House to God of Thunder by Kiss. His fists clenching and unclenching trying to figure out if he should grab her hand or play with her hair.

“Oh. Do tell Dean cause we’re both visual learners.” Y/N teased hoping to hide her surprise from his response. ‘He wants me too? Fuck!’ She thought. It didn’t help she thought he was too fucking hot that it should be illegal and she wanted nothing more than to leave marks on his beautiful skin to have reminders of what they were doing secretly.

Dean reached out to her, pushing hair out of her face and rested his arm on the back rest, drawing small circles on her shoulder.

“Babygirl, where do I even start? Do I start with the slow make out, you straddling me in the back seat. Our bodies pressed together so tight you don’t even know if we’re separate people or one whole person. I would love to take it nice and slow with you the first time. We wouldn’t know how to breathe without the other at how connected we’d be, everything would be shared. Our air, our skin, fuck the softness of your skin as I run my hands under your shirt. I’d have a hard time going slow though.” Dean started not wanting to give away all of his thoughts yet.

“Well Baby, who says you would be the lead, whose to say I wouldn’t have you melting under my touch, whimpering for more.” Y/N responded, scooching closer to Dean, noticing the swallow bob his Adam’s apple.

“You’d like that huh? Being dominated? Me in charge?” Y/N teased further. And it took everything in Dean not to whimper because he would LOVE that.

He shook his head, clearing that fantasy out.

“Another time. Tonight I wanna worship you and your fucking glorious body.” Dean said grabbing her by the front of her shirt over to him. Making her fall into his chest, pushing her boobs into him. The melody switching again into Closer by Nine Inch Nails.

“Fuck. Get in the back seat. Now.” Y/N muttered, trying her best to climb back, not ruin the seats with her boots, and also not kick Dean in the face.

Dean too rushed to get back there and get under her cause tonight he wanted to feel every inch of her against him. He grabbed her by her hips and pulled her into his lap. Smacking her left ass cheek, making it sting slightly. Y/N couldn’t help but gasp and thrust her hips down onto him. Feeling the very present bulge in his pants.

Her mouth met his, the soft pink lips smushing together and fighting to each other. Small moans and gasps escaping every once in awhile. Y/N rolled her hips, seeking the friction it brought but also seeking that urge to get closer to Dean. He would every couple of hip rolls thrust to give her a different angle of friction, making her release a shiver and deep moan.

Dean kept kissing her, from her mouth, to her cheek, over her jawline and to her neck. His face smushing into her skin because he didn’t want to leave her skin. Being completely intoxicated by everything she was. His hands worked their way from her ass to her sides to her boobs and god he couldn’t wait to feel them with no layers inbetween. They looked like heaven and felt like heavens and he was more than willing to bet she tasted like heaven too.

“Dean. If we keep going at this rate, I don’t think we’re gonna make it to taking our clothes off. Please baby.” Y/N pleaded, struggling to make a coherent thought. She was high with how he was touching her, his hands rough but gentle against her. Making her completely forget about the fact that she felt undesirable half the time because right now she could care less what others think, cause if Dean was making her feel this way she could forget about all those other mean fuckers out there.

“Ok, ok. Let's just collect ourselves and figure out the next move.” Dean said continuing to grab and massage any part of her body he could touch.

He grabbed her shirt and pulled it off her body, throwing it into the front seat. He grabbed her chin and brought her mouth to his, their teeth clicking with how ferocious it was. He was working on her bra when she went for his shirt to pull off. This time she pulled him to her pressing their naked chests together. Her arms wrapping around his neck and head and he worked his hands around her waist to pull her more flush against him. He took the opportunity to flip them and press her back into the vinyl seat. Adjusting the two of them, now rolling his hips to press the hard, heavy bulge into her way too heavily clothed core. Making her whimper into his mouth as her body shivered with need.

They made quick work of each others pants, her hands working on his belt, button and fly. Working her hands around and over his lower back muscles. Her hands finding his back dimples, then gliding down under the elastic of his boxer briefs and cupping his ass cheeks and helping him roll into her core and clit more. Meanwhile, he was massaging her ass cheeks through her leggings, loving how soft and valumputious it get in his palms. He couldn’t wait to get her bare and fuck her tight pussy. So he grabbed the pants by waistband with the panties as well and yanked down until they were to her knees. She continued to kick until they were completely off but she hadn’t been able to get her boots off so they were currently stuck around her ankles while his had yet to worked off as well.

“I love you Y/N. I need you to look at me baby. You tell me at any point to stop and we will stop. Okay?” Dean said nudging his nose into her temple. Pulling his pants down swiftly before settling a over her, his member at attention and resting on her lower tummy. His velvety tips leaking a bead of precum. She didn’t have the chance this night to actually look at him in all his glory but if she did she would see a perfectly girthy and sized cock. Not being ridiculously huge to where it hurt but enough to get a good stretch and sting. That would settle into pure bliss because Dean was well endowed and he sure knew how to use it.

She opened her eyes to look at him, because now she could finally look at him up close and while they are both awake. Fuck he’s gorgeous. The freckles that accented every feature. His eyes completely blown with lust and admiration. Even with how dark it was where they parked, she could still make out the stunning color of jade. She took her right hand and traced it from his cheekbone, over his brows and nose down to his soft plump lips, taking her thumb to drag it across and down his jaw cupping his face. His one arm caging you into the backseat while the other massaged your breast. Enjoying the weight and softness.

“Baby, I’m an idiot for taking too long to make a move. I love you Dean. I need you inside of me, now.” Y/N confessed. Dean smashed his mouth into her, pouring everything he’s ever felt for her into that kiss, taking his dominate hand and snaking it between the two of you to find you soaking wet to the point that it’s almost leaking down your ass crack onto the seat cushion.

“So ready for me already baby?” Dean asked as middle finger glided into you making you gasp and roll you hips seeking more friction.

“More.” Was all you and your brain could say. Dean adding his pointer to the needy hole. Grinning as he kissed his way along your chest.

“Such a good girl, so needy and wet. All for me.” He mumbled into you collarbone. Fingers working that soft spongy part inside you that when played with just right makes your toes curl and supernovas flash in the backs of your eyelids.

“Dean, I wanna come on your cock not your fingers. Please.” Y/N whined. Dean stopped his ministrations and grabbed his tip to slip through her folds and slick.

Dean then steadied himself to her opening and used his hand to stroke her lips open to find her clit. So as he thrust into her he could ease the stinging sensation with pleasure.

And boy did he bring pleasure.

Every roll of his hips he somehow sunk deeper into her, every stroke of his thumb would ease him in more, and when she was fully relaxed with him, he was deep. They both needed a minute because they both shivered as their mouths fell open in ecstasy.

“Fuck, we should have done this sooner.” Dean mumbled against her lips.

“Mhm, we can worry about that later. Now fuck me like you mean it.” Y/N tried urging him by also rolling her hips to make him move again.

He just pushed up with the hand that isn’t between them and a low grumble almost animalistic came from deep in his chest. Pulling out to just the tip and rolling deliciously back in. Starting to set a pace that would quickly lead to release. He increased the pressure on her clit but started to rub a mix of tight circles and more open slow circles. Trying to bring you up and over the orgasmic edge before him.

You started to squirm underneath him, adding your own roll of your hips to help spur him on, matching the tempo he chose. He threw your leg up higher on his hip, the adjustment causing him to hit a new angle inside of you. Each snap sending a shockwave literally and figuratively up your body. You soft tummy and boobs matching the rhythm of thrusting.

You could tell you were both getting closer and closer to that edge of ecstasy. Y/N reached up her right hand to grasp his arm holding her leg up, wanting more of a connection to Dean while they ride into bliss. Her other hand grabbed her boob, fingers finding her nipple and rolling it. Dean watched on with awe, his pace starting to stutter because imagining Y/N playing with herself is one thing, it’s a completely different thing to watch it happen in person. And fuck was it amazing.

As his pace started slipping he started to collapse over Y/N and brace himself again, but this time pressing her leg down with him. Folding it and making her hold it open for him so he could fully support himself.

His face found its home in the crook of her neck, his small grunts and moans reaching her ears. Spurring her to help him help her cum.

With a few more circles of her clit and rolls of the hips they reached bliss, their orgasms breaching their peak and tumbling over that cliff.

Y/N choked out gasps as Dean moaned deep into her neck, his hips sputtering as his seed coated her pussy from the inside out, her own juices mixing with his adding to the mess. Their heavy breathing also adding to the fog on the windows.

Definitely gonna have to drive with the windows down. Dean and Y/N thought.

“So worth the wait.” Y/N huffed out as Dean slowly peeled their body’s apart, them both cringing as his soft cock slipped from the mess they made between her legs.

Dean couldn’t agree more. He sat back on his haunches and searched for his shirt to try and wipe up the mess of fluids making their escape.

“You definitely get first shower when we’re back.” Dean quipped as he swiped at her sensitive folds, her hissing at the contact on the overly stimulated flesh.

He helped her sit up and find clothes. Dean shimmied his pants back into place. Her handing him the flannel and him handing her a shirt. What they didn’t notice is Y/N handed Dean her flannel instead of his so she ended up with his. Dean helped balance Y/N while she untangled herself from the leggings and boot situation until they were placed back on properly.

A phone started to ring from the front seat breaking the two from their time in the back seat. Dean dived over trying to get to it incase it was Sammy in danger. Y/N stayed in the back, trying to locate her bra and the used shirt to crumple up and hide so she could throw them into her duffle as inconspicuously as she could once they got back.

“Hello?” Dean asked quickly, not even having it pressed to his face in the rush of opening it.

“Dean, where the hell are you guys?!” Y/N could hear Sam ask loudly from the phone.

“Uh we’re almost done? About to load up and head back. We’ll see you soon.” Dean responded way too quickly and then shut the device before his brother could even respond.

“Come on sweetheart we gotta head back. I got a flannel right here for you.” Dean said offering his hand to help her climb up front.

Y/N settled in up front, Dean switching tapes so he could once again hide the special tape. Y/N not knowing that he now cherishes it. She just scootched closer to him and cuddled into his arm, wanting closeness. Dean openly welcoming it and entwining their fingers on the hand that wasn’t resting on the steering wheel.

The ride back to the motel was quiet besides the soft sounds of Metallica playing. Once they pulled in to the Motels lot, Dean parked and shut off Baby. But didn’t make a move to get out. So they sat for a second until Dean decided to break the quiet.

“Y/N, I-I don’t want that to be a one time thing. Or for you to think that.” He said, turning his head to look at her.

“Oh, ok.” Was all she could say, fiddling with the thread that was loose on the end of the flannel.

“Baby I don’t think you understand. I want you. Monogamy, the whole thing.” Dean said, hoping she understood.

“Really?” She asked turning to look at him now.

“Really.” Dean assured her and grabbed her hand to hold.

She just smiled, beaming at him with adoration.

“Comeon let’s not keep Sam waiting. He’s probably freaking out.” Y/N said grabbing the discarded clothes and getting out. Dean following her out and to room 103.

When they turned the key and finally opened the door, they were not expecting Sam to be sitting and waiting at the foot of his bed. When he heard the door opening he straightened his posture and just started grinning wildly.

“What the hell? I thought you were sick?” Dean asked coming in and throwing his leather jacket onto his bed. Y/N throwing the discarded clothes from earlier into her open duffle.

“Nope.” Was all he said, eyeing his brother and best friend. Realizing they switched flannels and their hair was messed up in a way that revealed what they were doing in the back seat.

“Well I’m glad you’re feeling better but it would have been easier with three people to dig his old ass up.” Y/N quipped flopping down onto the bed she chose earlier.

“Yeah well I don’t exactly think it would have been as fun after. At least not for me.” Sam replied, leaning back onto his forearm to eye Y/N.

“I mean seeing as how you both have each others flannels on and the obvious sex hair.” Sam added.

Y/N eyes bulging from her head, not even realizing they somehow switched flannels in the dash to get redressed. And she hasn’t taken the time to fix her hair, nor Deans, to help hide the fact they desecrated the back seat.

“Well um-uh.” Y/N stammered. Trying to catch Deans attention to help her but he was too lost staring down at the bed with a bright blush on his cheeks.

“It’s fine you two. It’s very obvious with how you two are to each other and neither of you were gonna make that first move. So I may have faked being sick so you two could have alone time.” Sam answered, throwing you some help.

Dean finally looked up at Y/N and just smiled.

“Well thanks Sam. Took you long enough to get tired of our shit though.” Dean replied, teasing Sam.

The two brothers started to bicker playfully and Y/N just closed her eyes.

I could get used to this. Y/N thought, relaxing and excited for where this road will lead.

~~~~~~~~

A/N—Thoughts? Not proofread entirely so don’t hate me. Hits been a moment since I’ve written!

[abcwordsurge]

still waiting for a fic/art/amv about phineas and ferb with the song "high school never ends"

[vimbry-moved]

"nanobots" the song is this deconstructed view of child development and parenthood where it's like, 'wow have you ever thought about how weird producing offspring is. like, it's weird, right! we make these little people and they quickly grow into their own individual personalities with their own lives and autonomy and I've lost all authority and there's so many and you've gotta be responsible for them all the time, what did I do !!!'

but as well as approaching it with this slightly overwhelmed perspective, there's a sort of affectionate optimism in there, too. that even tho the concept's intimidating, there's a sense of wonder in how humans develop and raising them and watching them grow up. hey this kid thing's fun actually, yeah I wish they'd leave me alone sometimes, but look at how cute and resilient they are look at what they can do. and then "replicant" is like jesus parenting a teenager is hard.

[thesunmakesmetired]

I know i might have a weird taste for music but i didn't think it was that bad until i gave a lift to my brother and he kept begging be for a normal song after being forced to listen to nyan cat for not even 30 seconds...

And than two trucks started playing...

I just kept skipping through my playlist the whole ride and this is my fun playlist too :((

[oncillabrigade]

Consider:

The Bats all have personalized ring tones for one another, but everyone has both a civilian and a Bat ring tone. The civilian ones are chaos, with everyone choosing whatever they want for their various family members and friends. BUT! Everyone has a single Bat tone that all other team members use for them.

The catch? Bruce forbid them from choosing their own Bat ring tones because he proposed this plan back in Dick's Robin days and he IMMEDIATELY picked "Toxic." The choice was not well received.

Bruce: Dick, I will not be alerted to the fact that you're in danger by some Britney Spears song.

Dick: First of all, it is not some Britney song, it is the Britney song. That song finally won her a Grammy.

Bruce: *sighs*

Dick: Second of all, it won't tell you when I'm in danger... it'll tell you when Robin is.

Bruce:

Bruce: I'm taking the Walkman out of the Robin kit.

Dick: *offended gasp*

(Yes, Dick is old enough for a Walkman. No, you will not change my mind. Yes, the Tim-and-on siblings all find that hilarious. Yes, Jason has to be VERY careful not to mention that he borrowed that Walkman for years because he was uncomfortable taking expensive electronics out and about with him.)

Anyway!

Dick then proposes a slew of other songs for the whole team to use, all of which are pop culture references, e.g. the Scrubs theme because they're not Superman and also they're a dysfunctional family of coworkers; the theme from the Godfather because "let's be honest, B, we are basically our own mafia"; "Where is My Mind" by the Pixies because lol identity shenanigans, etc. The list is endless. Bruce spends weeks groaning every time his son texts him.

Eventually, they compromise on the version of "The Entertainer" from The Sting because they're hiding in plain sight to enact a mission defending good people in a hard world. Bruce, Dick, and Alfred are all so pleased with this that they each take a different section of the song as their ring tone.

Then Barbara becomes Batgirl, so she gets a section... and then Jason becomes Robin and gets one, too... and then Tim, then Steph, and then Cass is taken in, and... uh oh. That's a lot of people for one song.

But it's family tradition! They can't stop now. That would be so unfair to the new kids, B!

So they start using alternate arrangements of the song. Bruce has mellowed slightly on the "no choosing your own" thing. As long as it's a version of "The Entertainer" (within reason) he'll allow it.

Tim retroactively changes his ring tone to a weird groove-ska arrangement Bart randomly sent him on YouTube because have you met Tim Drake? Of course he went for hilarious obscurity. (Bruce grits his teeth and approves it after lots of prompting from Dick and Alfred). Steph makes it her mission to find a weirder one (Bruce agrees because he's too tired to deal with accusations of favoritism).

Cass creates her own arrangement on theremin because apparently she knows how to play the theremin. No one is sure why. Upon inquiry, she just says, "spooky noises are fun," but does not elaborate further even when she's asked to do so. A Batgirl's gotta have her secrets—Babs taught her that.

When Jason starts working with his family again, he pays an aspiring music producer within Red Hood's ranks to create a minor key remix of the original Robin II ring tone. His siblings (minus Cass) are VERY jealous he has his own personalized arrangement. Dick, Tim, and Steph end up paying this goon who owns Garage Band to do ones for them, too. Duke does the same when he joins the team.

Meanwhile, in a fit of little brotherly pique, Damian steals Tim's original ring tone. He hopes to rub salt in the Robin replacement wounds. He fails! Tim finds it beyond funny that Damian's ring tone is groove-ska. So Damian quietly pays the amateur producer to make him one that's cooler than Tim's. He pays a ludicrous amount, though, because Steph paid for one cooler than Jason's and Tim paid for one cooler than Steph's.

(Dick wanted one cooler than Jason's too, but he had $63.02 in his bank account at the time and Bruce flat out refused to use the Batbudget on "a super cool ring tone that's better than Jay's." Eventually, Dick just paid himself for an averagely cool one. In installments.)

At this point, the Bats have single-handedly given this fledgling producer enough money to quit being a goon and start an indie music studio. His first customers are mostly superheroes from out of town who like what the Bats have going on and want their own team ring tones. Harley and Ivy get in on that action, too.

Then, as word spreads, every local crook/henchperson with a side band (there are many) flocks to the studio to have their stuff produced by one of their own. Gotham rogues suddenly have an unemployment problem, while the city finds itself with a flourishing indie music scene that puts Metropolis' to shame. The entire state of New Jersey is celebrating the dual victory.

Dick has never been so glad someone doesn't like Britney Spears' magnum opus.

[sashaforthewin]

Multi-chapter fic on Ao3

Steve had been enjoying a nice relaxing lounge by the pool despite it being night. He had his hearing aid off and his fruity drink and a romance novel Robin had let him borrow. He was determined to have a good time despite the circumstances. 

Someone tapped his foot, scaring the crap out of Steve and making him drop his book and nearly knock over his drink. 

It was a fellow cruise passenger and he was saying something. Steve turned his hearing aid back on.

“Sorry, what?”

“I asked why you were out here instead of at the concert,” repeated the man with a smile.

“Oh, um. I’m not actually a fan of metal music. It gives me headaches if I listen to more than one or two songs in a row,” Steve admitted sheepishly.

This stranger was still clearly a metal head, but he looked significantly less scary than most of the ones he had seen so far that day. Everyone Steve met had been nice, but Steve hadn’t felt comfortable telling anyone he wasn’t a fan until now. Maybe because it was just the two of them out here and he was smiling so cutely. 

“Not a metal fan? Well damn, not to critique your life choices, but I think maybe going on a metal cruise wasn’t an ideal choice for you? I’m Eddie, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Steve.”

There were plenty of deck lounges around, all empty, but Eddie sat down on Steve’s right next to his legs. 

“Steve. So Steve, why are you on a metal cruise when you don’t like metal? These tickets were not exactly cheap and there’s no way you missed the theme, it was pretty clearly advertised,” Eddie asked teasingly.

Steve looked Eddie over, noting that he was actually pretty cute. Pretty eyes, nice full lips, dimples, and he was that type of lanky Steve was drawn to. He had good skin and his hair had some volume and texture to it, Steve could work with that. Bit of a fixer-upper, but a better starting point than most of the men that had flirted with him since his last failed relationship. He also had the vibe, so Steve decided this guy would be fine to open up to. 

“Well, Eddie, I bought this ticket for my dear friend Dustin for his birthday, but then the little shit went and outed me to my parents. Accidentally, of course, and he feels like shit about it. But still, that got me kicked out of my home so maybe I’m being petty but I decided he shouldn’t get to go on this cruise after all. I forgive him, it really was an accident, but still, gotta teach him a lesson.” Steve shrugged. “And I would’ve gotten the ticket refunded but the money would’ve gone back to my parents and they clearly don’t deserve to get anything back from me. So, instead of trying to figure out how to sell a ticket to a very niche interest cruise, I figured I deserved to just come and treat myself for four days before I have to go back to living in my ex-girlfriend’s basement. It’s actually pretty nice to have the ship to myself while all you guys are in there shaking your heads to loud music.” Steve gestured to the pool and the drink.

“Ex- girl friend’s basement?” Eddie asked.

“Shut up, I’m bi.” Steve smacked Eddie on the arm with his book. 

Eddie grabbed the book and looked at it as he replied, “Hey, just checking to make sure I’m not barking up the wrong tree.”

“Oh? Is that what you’re doing, barking up my tree?” Steve said, playfully.

“If you’ll let me,” Eddie flirted back.

“So how come you’re not in the show right now?” Steve asked, gently stealing his book back from Eddie’s grasp.

“Oh, I’m touring with those guys right now, I have heard them play the same set like fifteen times already. I’d much rather be out here getting to chat with you. You know you’re beautiful, right? How come you don’t live with your boyfriend? Or girlfriend?” Eddie asked, quite obvious in his fishing for information.

“I’m single and yes, I do know I’m beautiful, but I still like hearing it. Are you like a roadie or something?”

“Actually,” Eddie said, “I’m the lead guitarist in the headlining band. We play tomorrow night. Can I buy you another drink? Maybe dinner?”

“The, uh, the bill goes to our cabins,” Steve answered, too shocked that an apparently famous musician was asking him out to respond appropriately.

“Baby, I’ll put your entire tab on my cabin if you’ll let me. You are the most beautiful, and dare I say cleanest man on this entire boat. Metal heads are great, but they aren’t really my type.”

Steve takes a sip of his cold drink just to make sure he’s not fallen asleep and dreaming. The ocean is calm and the moon is full and he is most definitely awake.

“And what is your type?” Steve asked. 

“Handsome men with soft hands who will let me pamper them,” Eddie said, picking up Steve’s hand and feeling his lack of calluses. He placed a kiss onto each finger tip. “These hands aren’t meant for labor, let me spoil you rotten.”

Well, Steve reasoned, even if this ended up being just a weekend fling, it was going to be worth the price of admission.

[cityofmeliora]

Secondo lied about being able to speak Swedish, and Terzo lied about *not* being able to speak Swedish

this is honestly one of the funniest things i've noticed in the Ghost lore 😂

when Secondo performed live in Sweden, he would speak some broken / mispronounced Swedish words and phrases on stage.

at Terzo's very first concert, he called out Secondo for lying. Secondo couldn't actually speak Swedish. he was just trolling, and Terzo thought that was a stupid prank. unlike his brother, Terzo admitted he did not speak Swedish, and he asserted he would not troll the audience by attempting to speak Swedish on stage. he re-iterated this several times at concerts in Sweden.

PAPA EMERITUS III: My imbecile brother has somehow fooled you into thinking he can speak some fucking Swedish– pidgin Swedish. No more of that! I do not speak Swedish, OK? Linköping, Sweden (June 3, 2015) via Youtube and Instagram

PAPA EMERITUS III: How are you doing? It's nice to see so many of you here. What has it been, a little over a year? My brother told me about you. And you do know that I'm not gonna trick you with any fucking pidgin Swedish, huh? I know he fooled you into believing he could talk. He sounded like a fucking asshole. Stockholm, Sweden (November 13, 2015)

... except Terzo was also totally lying because later in the same concert in Stockholm, Terzo yells at the audience in fluent Swedish.

PAPA EMERITUS III: FATTA DET HÄR FÖR HELVETE! Stockholm, Sweden (November 13, 2015)

"FATTA DET HÄR FÖR HELVETE!" translates to something like "UNDERSTAND THIS, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"

Terzo was so bad at maintaining this lie about not speaking Swedish. he continually insisted that he could not speak Swedish, but he also kept demonstrating that not only was he a fluent Swedish speaker, he was very familiar with the culture.

PAPA EMERITUS III: Good evening. How do you do? Alright, let me get this straight to you now: Despite the band being a Swedish band, I don’t speak Swedish, OK? But I can try. You wanna hear me try? You know, we got some awards which we are very thankful for, obviously. So I can say, “Jag är kåt, glad, och tacksam.” And I can say, “Plopp.” “Kexchoklad.” Bandit Rock Awards 2016 (January 19, 2016)

“Jag är kåt, glad, och tacksam.” means "I am horny, happy, and thankful."

"Plopp" and "Kexchoklad" are the names of two Swedish chocolate candies.

PAPA EMERITUS III: I know for a fact that here in Skåne you like your potatoes, huh? Spettekaka. How fitting, because this song we’re gonna do right now does have a culinary theme that you might like. Malmö, Sweden (February 25, 2016)

Skåne is the county of Sweden where this concert was performed.

Spettekaka is a Swedish dessert.

unless they're already very familiar with Swedish, an English speaker wouldn't know how to pronounce most of these words correctly, and Terzo does.

obviously, this is all because TF is Swedish and had trouble staying in character. but the lore implications are hilarious for Terzo HAHAHA. he loves to lie and he's so bad at it.

(BTW i actually don't speak Swedish! if you are a fluent speaker, feel free to correct my translations!)

[starmocha]

So the preview of the new theme song uses imagery of the guys' myths, including Sylus'. Rafayel, Xavier, and Zayne, I think we are all fairly familiar with, but since Sylus is not released yet, there are a lot of speculations about what kind of tragic past he and MC shared. Let's try to break it down. Or make it more confusing. 🫠

Interestingly, before the "tragedy" we see their wrists are bounded together by a red thread.....perhaps....the Red Thread of Fate? As the saying goes, rough paraphrasing on my part: Two lovers, regardless of time, place, and circumstances, are destined to be together, connected by a single red thread. The red thread may twist and tangle, but it may never break.

However, as we can see in the video, Sylus and MC's thread does break, and unlike in the traditional belief, their thread is wrapped around their wrists and not fingers. As the thread breaks, we also see Sylus behind bars. Imprisonment? A crime?

Speaking of wrists, another thing I've noticed with Sylus' trailers is that it involves handcuffs a lot, which seems more significant now in light of this preview.

Especially since we see him also breaking them so easily.

I kind of made a passing joke in the tags of a previous post that Sylus' upcoming chapters carry shades of the Greek myth with Hades and Persephone, but perhaps I may not be too far off?

Just take a look at this wide view of the scene of Sylus and MC separated:

The N109 Zone is shown during the night with a bright red moon, giving a feeling reminiscent of the Underworld ruled by Hades. Note how it looks like Sylus is behind bars, a prison, if you will. In Greek mythology, Hades was tasked with ruling the Underworld, not by his choice, but the wills of others (so in a sense: trapped). Could this mean that perhaps Sylus has no desire to be the leader of Onychinus? Could he be bounded there against his will?

Meanwhile, MC is shown on the side of light. If we compare her to Persephone, she is on the surface world with other people. But from the preview, it looks like she is abducted and taken to the N109 Zone, much like Persephone was abducted and taken to the Underworld to be Hades' bride.

(Brief unserious interlude, because I want to spread my Hades/Persephone agenda:

Sylus is the Hades to MC's Persephone

The dark to her light

He is feared by everyone except her.

He'll let her get away with everything (covering him in silly band-aids, poking him in the side) because he adores her.

If anything happens to her, the world will feel his wrath.

He embodies the feeling of "if anything happens to her, I will kill everyone in this room and then myself."

In short, scary leader is big softie for his wifey and I am willing to die on this hill

OK. End interlude.)

Also, um... 😭

Bringing up the theory that Sylus is trapped? The Beast is trapped in the castle because of the curse by an enchantress. I seriously couldn't get this comparison out of my mind when I saw the dancing scene in the trailer, so it feels appropriate to bring it up here.

Perhaps like the Beast initially, Sylus does display a very dominating and aggressive temperament, but then in his 5* memory, Captivating Flavor, he seems more approachable, so perhaps we will soften him over time?

Now...since Infold had the audacity to drop that trailer while I was writing this, here is another example of them going with the trapped/caged/bounded theory (there is also an image of a bear trap earlier, but I'm at my 10-pic limit, so the cage seems more obvious (and aesthetically pleasing lol)

So could Sylus be trapped in the same way as the Foreseer is trapped within the Tower? But unlike the Foreseer, Sylus is always trying to break free from his chains. Circling back to his myth, could it be that his tie with MC was broken...by him? Perhaps out of a sense of protection? For her sake?

In Beauty and the Beast, the Beast was willing to let Belle go, to be killed by Gaston, to succumb to the curse, all for the sake of Belle's happiness and freedom.

In the myth of Hades and Persephone, Persephone was allowed to leave the Underworld to return to her mother for half a year, but since she ate a few pomegranate seeds, food from the Underworld, she was also bounded to return to the Underworld for the other half to be with her husband. Each year, the cycle returns. Come spring, Hades must let his beloved wife leave him for half a year, and there's nothing he can do to change it.

Bonus Greek myth tidbit: the crow plays a significant part in a myth involving the sun god Apollo, where it acts as a messenger for him. The crow, once white, was burned and turned black, as retribution for telling the truth (revealing an affair) that led to Apollo killing his lover.

So, let's recap real quick the symbolism we have seen. 🤔

Handcuffs: bounded

Bars: imprisonment

Bear trap (couldn't include the pic, but it's there, trust me): caught, trapped

Birdcage: trapped, caged

The crow: a messenger; punished for revealing the truth (so, punishment)

So, gathering my random little thoughts...

Theory 1: Sylus and MC must have been destined lovers in a past life, but due to whatever conflict, Sylus decided to break his bond with her for her protection and accept any punishment that comes with it, which could mean to be ruler of a place he has no desire for, an imprisonment of sort.

Theory 2: Destined lovers, but perhaps a third party interfered out of jealousy or spite. Could Sylus have been caught and framed of a crime and been literally imprisoned, thus forcing him and MC to separate?

Something to this effect, I think, from working with the crumbs I've gathered. It's also almost midnight as of the time of writing this, so my brain is feeling loopy now (also no thanks to that Sylus trailer that popped up while I was writing this 💀)

Anyhoo, make of all of this as you will. My Hades/Persephone agenda will persist.

[ann1-wr1tes]

Babydoll, you need some Rock n' Roll!

Synopsis: You go to see one of your Rock n' Roll bands at a concert. Things get even better for you when you get to meet the one and only Leon Kennedy, lead singer of the band backstage. Things get interesting when you meet him later for an autograph.

Warnings: Smut, Adult themes, filth

Word Count: 2,620

A/N: Rockstar Leon = HOT! Also the moodboard is made by me!

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Leon felt his senses being overwhelmed as his vision was blinded with flashing lights and confetti, all he could hear was the constant sounds of the electric guitar humming and the screams of the fans that resided in the crowd. It was a great yet terrifying feeling, all at once. It made his entire body fill with adrenaline and it felt like he was high on it all as his fingers slid up and down the neck of the guitar, skillfully playing the chords as his voice rang out through the crowded stadium.

These were the moments he practically lived for. He just loved the spirit and the soul that came from the crowd every time he hit a certain part in the song or it was even amazing at how the entire audience started to sing along with him….it was all so exhilarating.

He eyed the crowd and he noticed a few girls in particular that practically squealed in their shrill voices as he smirked down at them. He was honestly surprised that they didn't faint right then and there with how one of them seemed to pale and the other one had the goofiest grin on her face, she was almost going cross eyed with excitement as he eyed them from the stage.

The way they were reacting gave Leon a sense of giddy delight, he couldn’t help but smile even wider in return, if anything he wanted to laugh. The two girls seemed absolutely infatuated with what was happening in front of them, they kept pointing and screaming things like “Look at his lips! And his eyes! They're soooo pretty!”, or “He has such a nice voice! It's so smooth! I think I might faint!"

Leon has to stop from chuckling as he turns back around and continues to strum on his guitar. The end of the song was approaching so he faced the huge audience once more and with the rest of the voice he still had left, he belted out the last lyrics, closing his eyes, leaning back slightly as everyone in the crowd marvels and watches in awe at the amount of raw talent Leon possessed.

When he finally finished the song, everyone cheered as he held his hand and guitar up into the air and said a quick thank you into the microphone before taking one more glance around the stadium and then vanishing backstage.

Almost immediately he has people walking up to him, complimenting him on his concert, handing him bottles of water, taking his guitar and going to put it away. He barely had enough time to just sit for a moment and breathe before he was informed that people were about to start coming backstage to meet him.

Leon quickly swigs down the rest of the water and right when he hears the muttering and not so quiet, girlish whispers from behind, he turns around with the best smile he could muster. Immediately he is met with screams and squeals that are loud enough to make his ears bleed. Then it was the pictures that they wanted to take with him and then he heard the whole, "i'm your biggest fan!!!" or "I love you so much!". It was always usually the same when he met fans, which he didn't mind but it did get rather repetitive after a while.

With a sigh, the group leaves and another group comes up to see him. It was all the same thing. The squealing, the pictures, the compliments, maybe a few autographs here and there, but as he talked to all the fangirls, he noticed one in particular that was a bit off to the side, watching.

You eyed Leon nervously. Maybe it was just because of how attractive he was or maybe you just didn't want to bother him but he you stayed off to the side, letting your friends cry and scream over him, while you just watched.

In all honesty, you just really enjoyed his music. Yeah it was a plus that he was hot. His hair was perfect, even when it stuck to his forehead from the excessive running around on stage and the adrenaline, his arms were so built and you could find yourself staring sometimes, and his hands…oh his hands. How they would just glide up and down the neck of the guitar as he played. He did it flawlessly and it was almost mesmerizing.

"So what about you? Did you like the show?" Leon asks, as he smiles at you through all your friends.

You suddenly realize that your eyes were glued to his arms since they were crossed across his chest and you could really see the pure muscle that he possessed. Now that you realized he was talking to you though, your face flushed and you let a nervous smile slip onto your face.

"Are you kidding? The show was great, you're super talented." you smile, trying to give some genuine compliments as your friends smile and snicker to one another. You really did mean the words though and even when you got a little flustered, you smiled, giving Leon a sudden warm feeling in his heart that he couldn't explain. He liked it. He liked you.

"Thank you, it means a lot." he responds, flashing you another blinding grin.

Your heart rate starts to increase and you feel your cheeks heat up. Why are you blushing so badly?! As soon as he saw you blushing, he just smirks as he notices your red face but doesn't say anything. Suddenly more people come up to him and he grasps your arm gently, grabbing your attention just for one more second.

"Make sure to catch me later before you leave so I can give you an autograph." He quickly states. You nod your head in slight giddiness and awe as Leon turns back around and greets more fans.

You definitely couldn't leave without an autograph…right?

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Leon's lips are hot on yours as his hands roam up and down your body, caressing, squeezing, exploring every inch of your skin as you grip onto his broad shoulders. Gosh how did you get here?

Well it started with the autograph. You stayed longer to get an autograph…that's the only reason why, just an autograph. But from there you both started to talk. Then the talking turned into playful flirting from Leon and god he just adored how easily you blushed. Then the next thing you knew you were under Leon, in his bed, with his hand and lips all over you. It felt like you were in heaven.

You're breathless and panting when he pulls away, leaving hot, wet kisses along your jawline and then down your neck, where you shiver and he laughs, nuzzling your neck again. It sends shivers up and down your spine.

"God, I've never wanted someone this bad in my entire life," Leon groans, as he presses himself against you, his lips trailing back up your jawline again. You can distinctly feel the bulge that is straining against his leather pants as you desperately grind up against him for some sort of friction.

His tongue traces up your collar bone and he nibbles on the skin, making you moan and arch your back against him. His hand snakes up to your ass and squeezes as he smirks at you through his own panting breaths.

Your shirt and bra had been long discarded, along with your pants which left you only in your panties. It would be embarrassing if your mind wasn't clouded with lust right now, but Leon seems to be enthralled as he takes one of his ringed fingers and trails it up and down your clothed slit.

You let out a loud mewl as you try to buck up into his hand, only for Leon to pull away smugly. You pout and whine loudly as he stares down at you, his gaze dark with desire and lust.

"Please! I…I need something, anything!" you beg as you grab his wrist. His eyebrow raises in amusement as he stares down at you and you guide your hands towards your dripping folds.

"Please Leon…please…" you whine.

"Well since you asked like such a good girl.." suddenly Leon moves your panties to the side and plunges two fingers into your cunt. You are practically blinded by euphoric pleasure as you feel his cold, metal rings meet with your heated, sensitive flesh. It has your writhing as he pumps his fingers in and out of you.

You can feel your walls tightening against his fingers, a small whimper escaping your throat as his thrusts became faster, harder and with each pump of his fingers your moans turn into loud, desperate cries as your orgasm builds.

Suddenly, Leon pulls his fingers out and you watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth and suckles, all while looking you right in the eye with zero shame. It's almost painful as you clench around nothing. Oh how you wished his fingers were still buried deep inside you.

"Stop..t-teasing.." you whimper, tears gather in your eyes as you continue to look up at him. His grin widens as he sees the way you try to keep control and you close your eyes tightly, clenching the sheets underneath your fists as you cling onto the last little bit of pride that you had left.

Suddenly Leon flips over, pushing you down further on the bed and you let out a muffled yell from surprise as he grips your hips and starts to grind against you.

"This what you wanted?" Leon growls into your ear. He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew you wanted more, he just wanted to hear your pretty little begs and cries as he gave you a little taste of what you truly desired.

While the friction felt good, you wanted more. You desperately tried to buck your hips back up against him and when that wasn't enough you panted and gripped the sheets even tighter between your hands. Leon thought that was gonna burst right then and there. You looked so desperate, so pathetic.

"Oh what? Is this not enough for you, doll?" Leon says, teasing you even more as he grabs a handful of hair and turning your head to the side so he could see all your cute little facial expressions and hear your whines.

"N-No…need your…need your cock…" you mutter against the pillow.

"Sorry sweetheart. What was that? You may need to speak up." Leon says in a mocking tone as he continues grinding against your core with more pressure.

"Ugh! I said…need…you to fuck me." You manage to squeak out with shaky breaths.

"Ah~ sounds like a lot for a tiny thing like you." Leon says and you hear a low chuckle, causing you to slightly open your eyes to look at him and glare lightly. "What? Don't glare at me princess~" Leon says, with a grin.

Before you can retort, he abruptly stops grinding against you and sits up a bit to start undoing his pants. He does so slowly as you watch, almost giving you a show as he finally slips off his pants, leaving him in his black boxers that have a little wet patch of precum on the front.

You watch as Leon looks you in the eye and he starts to palm himself in front of you, closing his eyes and letting out a moan when he feels the friction of his own hand. Leon can feel himself becoming more desperate so not wanting to waste anymore time he pulls down his boxers and groans as his swollen cock slaps against his stomach.

Leon then leans back towards you, pulling your thighs apart as he rubs his cock in between your folds, trying to gather some of your slick as a lubricant.

"You ready?" he asks, making sure that you were fully okay with this. You don't even hesitate to nod quickly in desperation, ready to feel filled to the brim.

"I need an audible answer, baby." he coos.

"Yes! Please….I-I need you." you plead, your voice sounding strained and shaky as he chuckles.

With that, Leon slowly pushes inside, grunting as he feels himself filling your body. You're so tight that he can't even hold back some moans as he fully sheathes himself inside you.

Leon holds onto you tightly, resting his forehead against your shoulder as he shudders when you clench around him with an almost pornographic moan. It's not long until he starts moving, making quick, steady strokes as he lets out heavy breaths, feeling so good, so euphoric.

"Ah…I'm fucking close already…fuck!" Leon whispers as he begins to thrust a bit more harshly into you.

You can barely even make a response as you practically moan into the pillow under your head. You buck your hips up against his in an attempt to match his thrusts as he leans his weight against you a bit more, feeling the pleasure build up in his body quicker than he thought.

Your hands move from the sheets to Leons wrists that are planted on both sides of your head as he tries to keep himself stable. Out of neediness, you grip onto his wrists and Leon slips his hands down to intertwine his fingers with yours.

"Fuck! Leon!" you cry. Your back arches into the bed and your eyes roll up into the back of your head as Leon hits a certain spot inside you that has you seeing stars.

"Shit! That feel good, baby?" he asks. You give an incoherent noise in response, which makes him laugh softly before continuing to fuck you roughly, sending waves of pleasure through both your bodies as he goes deeper and deeper each passing moment.

You can feel the knot in your belly start to tighten and you know that your about to get the release you've been begging for.

"Ah! Mmmhh, L-Leon…m'gonna cum." You gasp out.

"Yeah? Be a good girl sweetheart and cum for me." Leon groans, pulling out before slamming back inside, hitting a certain spot inside you once again, making you cry out loudly. With a few more thrusts you are practically blinded with pleasure as you can feel your hot release gush around Leon's cock, squeezing around him.

"Fuck!" Leon moans. He nuzzles his head against your shoulder as you ride out your orgasm, but the way you were clenching around Leon made him teeter off the edge as well, being thrown into his own world of bliss as he shoots his warm seed into you.

He falls on top of you afterwards, panting and trying to regain his senses as he feverishly presses kisses against your shoulder and neck. His hand even comes up to trail across your heated skin and run through your hair. He closes his eyes with his heavy breaths fanning across your back, making you shiver.

"That….was amazing." Leon breathlessly says.

"Tell me about it…" you pant in response.

"So uhh, this may be awkward timing but you wouldn't maybe wanna go get some dinner later or something….would you?" he nervously mutters into your shoulder.

You can't help but giggle a little as your lips curl up into a smile.

"I'd love to." you murmur happily. He lets out a sigh of relief as he wraps his arms around you and gently places a kiss in the crook of your neck before planting another soft one on your cheek. You can't help but flush in response and you also just realize that you just got fucked by THE Leon Kennedy and asked out by him.

Boy oh boy, were your friends were gonna be jealous.

[bloodchapell]

he loves to hear you yap - armin a.

brief summary: just thinking about how cute armin is and him loving to listen to EVERY word you say

what to expect: alt and very nerdy reader, equally nerdy armin, mutual pinning

your sword’s note: really just thinking of how attentive and good of a listener he would be and I ACHE for it. all past and future parts of this au series available in my mistresslist

A month or so had passed since the semester started. Normally after philosophy class you would go to the library with Armin. He had convinced you to play Minecraft and you had convinced him to play Dress to Impress.

“Agh!!!” You screamed and turned off your iPad.

“Shut the hell up!” Pieck, your roommate, yelled at you.

“Sorry I forgot that not all of us have to wake up at 6 am to deliver a calf…” You apologized and she sighed.

“I will say the same when you are trying to finish up some jacket or whatever it is that fashion designers do.” She joked half asleep. “Why did you scream either way? The Sleeping Beauty nightmare again?”

“That is a very serious nightmare!” You argued. “No it wasn’t that, Armin just gifted me VIP in Dress to Impress…”

“That is so cute… now get married and let me go back to sleep, that 75 pound baby calf isn’t going to deliver itself.”

<WHATTT THANKS MIN😭> you. 2:47 am

<YPU DIDNT HAVE TO YOURE SO SWEET> you. 2:47 am

<It’s okay! I just really liked your vkei theme outfit and was very conflicted when seeing that you didn’t win… They really should made an “only pros” server, these people do not know what vkei is.> armin 👼🏼. 2:48 am

That made you laugh. He had only learned about vkei the day before, when you guys hanged out and he asked what vkei entailed.

After some more rounds of playing, you decided it was time to go to sleep, you said good night to Armin and left the electronics in the table by your bed. But before you could actually fall asleep your mind stared thinking about Armin. The wandering thoughts regarding the blonde would fall like a current that cannot be stopped, the way in which his hands would softly write in his notebook and his handwriting was so small and dainty, the way in which his slender fingers would hold the black pen, the way he would always pay attention and participate in class, his comments always so educated, organized and concise, like he had some inside knowledge and some inside understanding about it all; yes he was a little timid regarding social interactions, but when it came to scholarly matters, he was an eminence and his words would flow out of his pretty plump pale pink lips like it was just any other topic. He was so smart and so attractive when rambling about the ambiguity of morals and religion and science and politics, his bangs and longish hair framing his face and his lashes deepening the gaze of his eyes. Goddamnit was he handsome.

“Is Malice Mizer not on Spotify?” With his phone in hand Armin asked in class the next day, following like a robot Eren’s recommendations on how to behave normally when having such a fat crush.

“How do you know that?” You asked whispering in class.

“I liked the songs you showed me.” He mentioned still holding his phone. Your heart almost ran out of your chest when hearing that; not only he he understood vkei fashion to know that the fellow Dress to Impress players were ass, but was also interested in it beyond what you had explained.

And he was interested, not only because he would have the opportunity to have a topic of conversation with you, but because he trusted in your judgement so much that he understood that if you liked vkei as a subculture, it was for a valid and good reason and therefore he must check it out.

“Yeah sadly they are not in Spotify… I can recommend you some other bands if you want though.” You said and he nodded immediately, saying he would be delighted. You typed Sito Magus, SHAZNA, Gulu Gulu, Kaya and MEJIBRAY on his notes app. “Some of them can be a little heavy, I don’t know if you like that.”

“I don’t mind.” He smiled sweetly; he didn’t really mind because he was used to Eren and Mikasa blasting death black evil obscure metal.

Armin was trying his absolute best to not dissolve into a mass of anxiety and embarrassment, he kept thinking about every recommendation Eren gave him and even though sometimes it seemed like nothing he could do was powerful enough to mask his feelings, he trusted logic and knew that up to a point it could work.

"You said you had a playlist with all your favorite songs ever right? Can we listen to them together while you explain to me why you like them maybe?" He asked impulsively without stopping to think, almost immediately regretting the request before seeing your eyes glimmering like eyes do in cartoons and seeing you nod. Truth be told he was also fascinated with the way you spoke about your interests, you were so passionate and analytic of the things you liked that he could be convinced to do almost anything if you described it like you do with the things you love.

So after class you invite him to your dorm and you both sit on the carpeted floor while you go over every song and he listens to your comments and tries to hear the songs as beautifully as you do.

[suckunaa]

break my heart and i swear i'm moving on to your favorite athlete - takuma ino x leader singer/guitarist in a band!reader

contains: f reader, this story will be 18+ only with foul language and nsfw themes throughout.

summary - your boyfriend dumps you because he can't handle the attention you get from the media. his favorite athlete is takuma ino. takuma ino's girlfriend breaks up with him when he doesn't propose to her when she wants him to - an idea starts to form. you and takuma have been friends for ages (he was even your very first kiss), and with both of you single at the same time again you two decide to have a little fun. flirt in public, go on dates, PDA galore. have a little fun, and if it makes your exes jealous? even better. but you're not crushing on him, that would be ridiculous. and he's definitely not crushing on you either, nope. and if either of your exes were to work their way back into your lives? neither of you would care. that's what you both say, at least.

chapter .5 - an introductory smau (masterlist)

a/n: i am so excited for this one i have so many thoughts and ideas!! comments always appreciated <3 p.s. this is the song mentioned by the band's account! p.p.s. this reader and the one in choso's story are really good friends!!

taglist: (open) @starmapz @raquel12

[kishdoodles]

The Strokes mspaint Collection Part 1/? is done! It's of notable songs from Is This It, and while it's not every song I wanted to get to (I'm eyeing Someday and Trying Your Luck) I'm pretty happy moving on for now :)

Thoughts on each piece under the cut!

Is This It:

Before any other song in the album, I knew I liked this one. A lot of folk hyped Is This It as THE Strokes album and while pre-2020 I could see why, when I first listened to it I really didn't get it. Now with my frankly ludicrous amount of Strokes lore knowledge I've gotten quite the fondness for this album, especially as their debut. I wanted this piece to carry that sense of initial camaraderie the band had, while also sort of foreshadowing both the direction of the band and reflecting what the song's about.

On the surface I wanted a fun way to incorporate the spirit of both the original album art and alt art into a piece. Julian's the way he is here because 1) the general attitude of the song Is This It he affects, 2) at the end of the day he's still the most focused on as the frontman. While they want to think they're all equals in this there is still the sense that everyone's still sort of following him?

The rest I didn't put in that much thought. Albert is directly behind Julian because. They were roommates. But you could argue Nikolai was closer, but hey, turned out the way it did. For me there's a sense that Albert, while not exactly in Julian's shadow, chases the fame and regard Julian has, even til now. In that sense he's wrapped the closest. That's simultaneously also how I feel about why Albert doesn't exactly have bands like his bandmates in solo work, but I digress. He's really only a small part here 😭😭😭

Nick and Fab and Nikolai are really just chilling. I think it's fun to have friends sitting around, smoking, drinking, as they did in the old days. I like to think this is backstage, after a performance. That's really all there is to the rest of this piece. Fun to do overall!

Hard To Explain:

For a piece with as much drive as this song had I wanted something that encapsulated the theme the MV brought of forward momentum, and constant buzz. In that way vehicles were put into play. Travel really played a big part in how The Strokes got where they are now, be it the initial touring around different cities and states, or their big trip and tour to the UK that brought them their initial international hype.

Again, another composition with Julian still as the conductor of this train, but I added nods like Nikolai looking at Albert, Fab recording (hearkening back to In Transit) (Even though in hindsight Nick should be recording) and Nick commenting on it. I still want that sense of how everyone still looks out for each other in the midst of their first craze.

Stars outside the window's another callback to the alt album cover, and the arrows on Hard To Explain is a reference to the clip of arrows originating out of Singapore in the MV (yes I'm biased!) The arrows coming out of Julian is in reference to how he was the link to a lot of them meeting each other (Julian and Albert meeting, Julian and Nikolai's bestie status, Julian and Nick meeting in school etc. I think Fab met him through Nick though) and how, again, they're really following him at this point, especially since he has sole songwriting credit for Is This It.

The Modern Age:

Short and sweet, this is in reference to the music video. The base of the mic stand is in reference to their first EP of the same name. Fun!

This song's here because it really did make the appeal of them as a live band click for me (which is funny since it's a year after I Actually saw them live). Like yea, these guys were here to blast your socks off in a live setting and here to bring good ass music to the people. I did a sort of POV of someone in front row, not really looking at them, just jamming. Nick's pose was one he struck during one of his solos I think, thought it was cute. I like how obvious Albert is from his shoes. I really do believe he owns 19 pairs of shoes back then.

Overall colours, addition of the red is thanks to the EP. That's about it!

Last Nite:

Here's a disclaimer - I don't really care about this song in particular. But I think it's a little too iconic to their phenomenon to leave out.

I'm not part of the generation that catches The Strokes on MTV or any TV or anything, just part of the one that found them through the internet and fell in love. In that sense I kind of did a monitor of dubious origin. Whether it's TV or PC Monitor, I don't know, I just drew a screen.

Rest of the scene is dark to literally be night. A beer bottle I drew in because I found it cute how Julian in the video drank, and probably the folk watching were too. I drew a speaker behind it, but I don't think that's immediately obvious... But it's more to reference all the accounts of people in Meet Me In The Bathroom (the book) about how they played The Strokes on their speakers, and just enjoyed the music.

I could've reproduced any scene from the MV, but I got drawn to the initial start of it. Of when the lights on stage were just slowly coming on but the band itself isn't lit yet. It's fun anticipation, and it sorta fits the mood here.

So yea shoutout The Strokes for giving me shit to watch and jam to even after 20+ years of existing. What an awesome band

[s1aywalker]

꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ little miss scare all. ꨄ

↷ ✩ —— sam monroe x alt! girlfriend reader headcanons. (nsfw 18+)

notes: a little slutty a little smutty! minors do not interact or else i'll collect your kneecaps. can we please stop kidding ourselves... this dude wants a goth girlfriend. and it's my duty as the resident metalhead mommy to serve my community. one alt!reader fic at a time.

| | | | she's got a date at midnight with nosferatu. oh baby, lily munster ain't got nothing on you. ⋆˚࿔

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ sam monroe is, first and foremost, a fucking hater for the fun of it. the type of dude that calls anyone who doesn't listen to anything he deems cool a poser. the type of dude that sees a chick wearing a metallica shirt that she got from the thrift store and, with a straight face, tells her to name three albums without missing a single beat. so he thinks it's pretty fucking sick to have a girlfriend that can keep up with his, perhaps to most, acquired tastes in music.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ sam monroe who is ridiculously stubborn but secretly loves when you introduce him to new bands. he always acts like they're just okay after you popped the cd you recently bought into his stereo, and sometimes he'll even lie and say he already knows who they are. that he discovered them months ago. but then it's a few songs deep into the album, and wait... why is this actually fucking good?

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ sam monroe who is an absolute nightmare to argue with. even when it's not serious, when it's just having differing opinions on silly things like which vocalist is better, which album is the best. he's so stuck on his own likes and dislikes and everything is, as fred durst would say, his way or the highway. it's almost like he enjoys arguing with you... and maybe he does, because you can be just as stubborn when it's a topic as passionate as music, and he thinks it's cute when you stand your ground. he stopped actually caring about the argument ten minutes ago, and now he's just trying to piss you off because he thinks it's funny.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ sam monroe who has broadened his musical horizons thanks to you. bands like type o negative and h.i.m that constantly incorporate very obvious "romantic" themes into their songs never really did anything for him because he thought it was lame and corny. until he had to endure you constantly listening to them. now he'll claim his enjoyment of them is from a form of stockholm syndrome... but maybe he just never had a person that he could relate them to before he met you. he thinks about you when he hears be my druidess or for you. plus, they're one hell of an aphrodisiac, and he quickly discovered just how easy it is to get a hand under your bra or in your pants when they're playing.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ sam monroe who loves fishnets... maybe to an unhealthy degree. every time he sees you wearing them, he can't help but think about how good they make your legs look, how good he knows your ass looks under that skirt, and the thoughts of him tearing them to shreds instantly begin to flood in. and that's exactly what he does, the second he gets the chance. those poor tights never stand a chance in the same room as him... he'll promise to get you another pair while he's slotted between your legs and your hips are lifted, a promise he only keeps half the time. as his fingers dig into the fabric and start ripping them apart like it's the easiest thing in the world. like that's what those little tiny holes were made for. it's foreplay to him. but sometimes he's too impatient to even get them all the way off. sometimes he'll rip the crotch and push your panties aside to fuck you with a nice view of your legs still covered.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ sam monroe who encourages your piercing urges. you mention wanting a new hole in your ear or nose? he's on board. when you mention wanting your tongue pierced? that's hot. immediate filthy thoughts of what it would feel like when you guys are sucking face nasty style. or better yet, what it would feel like rubbing against his cock. when you mention wanting your nipples done? he thought he was going to have a stroke on the spot, and he's offering to make the appointment for you if it means seeing that in his face as soon as possible. he'll even hold your hand and let you squeeze him until your knuckles are white while you're getting them done. but once it came time for the boring aftercare part, his excitement drops the second he hears about healing time.... weeks? he has to wait weeks to put them in his mouth? but he'll make those weeks worth it once you've given him the go ahead. he's actually fucking feral about it when you do.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ sam monroe who lets you do his eyeliner. honestly, he's a little envious how good you can make yours look. effortlessly sharp and smoky. and you've always teased him about how shitty he does his. how he holds the pencil, how he has zero technique and just smudges it on with his fingers and doesn't even wash his hands afterward. so you jump on the chance to do it for him... it's only a bonus for both of you that you get to sit on his lap and be inches away from each others pretty faces. he's grumpily telling you not to poke his eye out and pretending he's not getting hard from the proximity alone. you notice... it's literally impossible to not feel it. and now you're trying to hurry this little makeover before you get the urge to ride his fucking thigh... but that's what you end up doing anyway. he's got one eye done and that pencil is long forgotten while his own hands are guiding your hips as they drag across his leg, searching for more of that friction his jeans provided. whining and desperate while he's saying how cute it is that you just couldn't wait five more minutes.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ sam monroe who fucks you in the shitty venue bathroom, one covered in stickers and flyers and permanently tainted with the stench of beer, while the equally as shitty opening band plays. it's not romantic. it's hard and fast, sloppy and impatient. because he has you bent over in the stall, repeatedly slamming his cock into your cunt and not caring about how loud it might be. the downtuned guitar and blast beats raging on outside the door works as both a brutal soundtrack to his brutal rhythm, and to muffle every grunt and moan that reverberates against the cramped space. there isn't enough time to be sweet and caring, because this set is about to end and you guys still have to secure a good spot in the pit... but he'll still kiss you and rub his thumb at the mascara bleeding under your eyes, while he's stuffing his cock back into his pants and you're wiping the cum dripping down your inner thigh.

[firestorm09890]

do you ever see someone being incorrect about something you care very much about and you know you can’t do anything about it and so you think “well, guess they’ll just have to be wrong” but instead of dissolving into nothing it just continues to haunt you?

anyway in his Canto VII part 2/3 video ESGOO said that Dulcinea’s boss theme was just normal epic boss music and it would’ve been cooler if it incorporated the parade song and NOPE NOPE INCORRECT can’t you hear the flourishes and the bassline? the cymbals crashing and snare ratatating constantly and bass drum booming in absolute lockstep? IT’S NOT GENERIC EPIC ORCHESTRAL BOSS MUSIC IT’S EMULATING A MILITARY MARCH. I can't say it's actually a march because real marches have a very specific form that must be followed and it does not lend well to looping, but it is meant to sound like a military march, the kind that marching bands will often play in parades (I'm American it's very normal here), and it is perfect. Dulcinea is the leader of the band. If you listen to any of John Philip Sousa's marches and pay attention to the percussion and bwomp bwomp type bassline (it's really hard to convey without actual sound) you'll hear the resemblance. they generally don't use strings the way Dulcinea's theme does, but then, epic orchestral pieces don't use percussion the same way a military march and Dulcinea's theme do. just had to get that off my chest

[avatar-anna]

Rumors

so...i've had this concept rattling around in my brain, but i had no idea how to write it, so i used pictures instead. i definitely want to do more, but tumnlr only allows 10 pictures a post, so here's to hoping i remember to come back to this in the future!

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram: had a very cool dude over today to make even cooler music

yoursistersinstagram: you let someone in the bat cave?!

y/nfan5: possible collab on the new album?

yourinstagram: more like i was helping someone with theirs ;))

harrystyles: Thank you for having me. X.

harryfan3: HARRY???

harryfan7: omgomgomgomgomg

y/nfan1: pls god let us have a harry and y/n collab on his next album i NEED it

harrystyles

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harrystyles: HS3. Coming soon.

harryfan8: NEW ALBUM ALERT

harryfan11: HARRY YOU CANT JUST DROP SOMETHING LIKE THAT WITHOUT A RELEASE DATE

harryfan4: this has to be what he was working on with y/n right?

y/nfan3: i need them both on a song together

yourinstagram: had fun late night talking with you xx

y/nfan9: i'm sorry wHAT

harryfan5: is this flirting this sounds like flirting

harryfan13: honestly...here for it

y/nupdates

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y/nupdates: Y/n in a video for Vogue recently!

"A lot of people ask me how Harry Styles ended up recording at my house when we'd virtually never crossed paths before. It was actually Taylor (Swift) who kind of set the whole thing up. They spoke at the Grammys last year and she apparently gave him my number so we could work together...He called and asked if I was available to help with his album at all. At the time I was on the road, then working on stuff for the band, and it just kind of went back and forth for a few months while we tried to line up our schedules. Then I was done touring, but I was kind of in a weird state in life where I didn't want to leave the house or hang out with anyone. And I remember making up excuses because I wasn't really up to making myself presentable to a whole team of people I'd never met before and having our first meeting be this huge thing. I'd basically built it all up in my head about how our ideas would clash and we wouldn't get along and I just kept telling him maybe some other time. Long story short, Harry showed up at my place a week later by himself with just a guitar, a notebook, and my favorite takeout order. We spent the whole day together working on a bunch of different stuff from themes to genres of music to sampling and mixing. And writing. Lots and lots of writing. And now he's a dear friend. He's so sweet and so talented. I wish him all the best with the new album."

y/nfan8: ok i'm glad it worked out and everything but imagine a virtual stranger showing up to your HOUSE?? like she said no and he basically forced her to write his album for her

y/nfan4: that's so real of her tbh to not want to leave her house

y/nfan2: y/n is notoriously introverted it makes sense

harryfan13: girl...

y/nfan7: i don't think it was that serious. and if she really didn't want him there she could've said no

harryfan13: and y/n literally called him a friend?? stop trying to start shit that doesn't exist

y/nfan7: of COURSE mother brought them together

harryfan17: i can't believe that's what harry and taylor were talking about in the video!

harryfan2: chill harry doesn't need to be in a relationship with every woman he's associated with

harryfan4: wait but wasn't y/n at that grammys too?

harryfan9: it was still covid it's possible their paths didn't cross

y/nfan19: wait what if he was too shy to go up to her??😭

harryfan4: i love that they're writing besties now but i think they'd be so cute together 🥹

hsupdates

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hsupdates: Harry about Y/n L/n for Rolling Stone:

"I've always admired (Y/n's) work. She and her band are incredibly talented, and are just so passionate about creating music. I wanted that same energy for my third album, the freedom to make whatever I want without any reservations, and I knew Y/n was the perfect addition to the team. It took some convincing, but once we kind of got started, we couldn't stop. As we've gotten to know each other these past few months, I not only respect her as a musician, but for the person she is as well. Her soul is one of a kind, and I feel like my album would be so different without her on it. So now not only do I have an album that I'm proud of and love, but I got an extraordinary friend out of it too."

harryfan9: so this is what people mean when they say platonic soulmates

y/nfan12: all we've gotten is crumbs and i'm already in love with their friendship. and the album of course

y/nfan2: i'm so interested to hear this album now. if y/n is on it it has to be good

harryfan3: "her soul is one of a kind?" if that's harry as a friend i don't think i can handle boyfriendrry😭

y/nfan7: i'm holding out hope for them honestly🤞🏼🤞🏼

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yourinstagram

yourinstagram: you've fallen from the sky down to me, i see it in your face, i'm relief, i'm your summer girl

y/nfan17: shut up are those song lyrics??

yourbandinstagram: the tears behind your dark sunglasses, the fears inside your heart as deep as gashes🎶🎶

y/nfan17: HOLY SHIT those ARE lyrics!

y/nfan6: haven't even heard the song and i know the girls have done it again

harryfan4: could it...could it be about harry?

y/nfan8: you're grasping at straws

harryfan12: are they? they've been spotted together all over LA

harrystyles: ☀️☀️

y/nfan8: as friends. friends can hang out can't they?

harryfan3: new music from harry AND y/n? we're about to be fed y'all

harryfan10: THEY REALLY ARE BESTIES

y/nfan2: i bet they collaborated on this song together

Interviewer (I): What's one memory or experience you can share from making this album? Any trips to Japan or Jamaica?

Harry (H): We stayed in Los Angeles mostly for this one. But erm...in terms of a specific memory...I would say that while I was working with Y/n, one of the tracks was actually inspired by her cat.

I: Really?

H: Yeah. Whenever it did something to annoy Y/n, which was quite often, she'd call her a little freak. The song's obviously not about the cat, but the phrase was in my head and yeah. Things just kind of...snowballed from there.

I: The sound that Y/n's band has is more rock centric, a similar sound to your first album. Is that what we can expect for your third studio album?

I: You've become quite close to Y/n L/n it seems like.

H: Not necessarily. Y/n and I collaborated, but she also let me take the reins in terms of sound. She had opinions of course and we would bounce ideas off of each other...but she really just followed my lead and supported the vision I had. She is playing a majority of the instruments on the album, though.

H: It's hard not to.

I: How so?

I: It sounds like you could go on for quite some time about her.

H: She's just cool, you know? I was kind of intimidated when we met for the first time. She's quiet, but you never forget that she's in the room, you just want to go over and talk to her. Of course once you meet her she's incredibly kind and not at all intimidating, but still like chill and stuff. The first time we met we sat for an hour just talking about music we enjoyed and live shows we wanted to attend and things we learned while in lockdown. She's just effortlessly cool. An old soul, I guess. And somehow she translates that into her music. Her sisters, too. They're all just first-rate musicians.

H: Sorry. I kind of gushed for a minute there.

H: And the band. They're just so talented, you know?

harrystyles

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harrystyles: From start to finish, making this album has been such an incredible journey. It was so fun to try new things sonically while also making something that I'm one hundred percent proud of. I've never felt more myself while making music than I did while creating this album for all of you, and I have so many people to thank for that. Hopefully you know who you are. I love, love, love you.

harryfan16: 😭😭😭😭😭

harris_reed: little angel👼

harryfan3: WE'RE SO PROUD OF YOU

yourinstagram: congratulations h. you deserve it.💐💐💐

harrystyles: I couldn't have done it without you💐

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram: for one night and one night only...but in all seriousness shout out to my friend and his incredible album. happy to have been a part of the magic :)))

harryfan13: HAPPY HARRY DAY!!!

harryfan4: is she in ny??

y/nfan7: yes! she was spotted with harry before the show today

harryfan9: they're literally so cute i love their friendship

harrystyles: You made the magic happen. Thank you for everything. X.

harryfan3: they're so...

y/nfan2: i genuinely think they like fucking with us bc i legitimately can't tell if they're dating or not

y/nfan7: at this point i don't even care i love whatever they're doing they both just seem so happy to be besties/lovers/collaborators and i love that for them

harryfan5: ^^

y/nupdates

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y/nupdates: Y/n performing Keep Driving onstage with Harry in NYC tonight at ONO!

y/nupdates: When he introduced her, he said: "Tonight is special in a lot of ways. I'm sharing my album with you for the first time, my family's here, my friends are here, and...a very good friend of mine is here to play a song with me tonight. This album wouldn't have been possible without her, so please give her as much love as you've given me. Y/n L/n, everybody!"

harryfan4: stop they're so close it hurts😭

y/nfan7: i was there they were staring at each other and smiling the whole time!

harryfan12: that's the one where he says choke her with a sea view!?

y/nfan7: YES AND I SWEAR HIS SMILE GOT BIGGER WHEN HE SANG THAT PART AND LOOKED AT HER LIKE HE FULLY HAD TO TURN AROUND TO LOOK AT HER BC SHE WAS PLAYING THE DRUMS

harryfan3: i'm choosing to believe they're in love idc what anyone else says

hs/ynupdates

hs/ynupdates: Harry, Y/n, and her sisters in New York after ONO tonight! Apparently Harry and Y/n were standing and walking very close to each other. Like arms wrapped around each other close.

harryfan2: that could literally mean anything tho. they're good friends why wouldn't they walk next to each other?

y/nfan14: i feel like they don't know if they're dating or not at this point😅

y/nfan8: her sisters are so unserious i love it

y/nfan5: i love that they all showed up for harry🥹

yourbandinstagram

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yourbandinstagram: Thanks for having us, London!

y/nfan1: i can't believe i got to see harry and y/n perform in ONE NIGHT

harryfan3: sending my love and my tears to everyone who got to experience this historic night

harrystyles: Thank you for taking the time to share the stage with me. X.

yourbandfan2: how do y'all always look so good 😭

I: So you opened for Harry Styles a few weeks ago and performed a song with him in New York.

Y/n: My sisters and I did, yeah.

I: How did that come about? Did your team call his team? Or was it more casual than that?

Y/n: Oh, definitely more casual. I think we were just hanging out together one morning and he kind of just suggested it. No bells and whistles or anything like that.

I: So can we expect (Your band) to join Harry on his upcoming tour, then?

Y/n: I don't think so. We're working on putting out a record of our own at the moment, but we do want to get back out on the road soon, but I will definitely be attending more of his shows in the future.

I: And what can we expect from this upcoming record? Did Harry help you the way you helped him out?

Y/n: I've sent him a couple things to listen to, and I value his opinion a lot, both as a friend and as an artist. He also showed me a couple records recently which kind of influenced how I approached some of the songs sonically. He's got a huge vinyl collection at his house. I'm honestly kind of jealous.

I: There's been some rumors running around that you and Harry are in a romantic relationship. Would you like to put any of those rumors to rest?

Y/n: I could see where people might think that. Harry's very affectionate by nature, and over the last couple of months we've become very close. He's not just someone I admire in the music industry, but as a person in general. I feel incredibly lucky to call him a friend. And a close one, at that.

I: So just a friend then?

Y/n: Yeah. Yeah, just a friend.

[v0idhaert]

scott smajor with number 7 for your spotify asks?

omg anon sorry it took me so long to get to this, but here: Scott smajor with number 7, Ghost of You by My Chemical Romance!

textless and bgless under cut, as well as really long ramble caption vvvvvvv

I hope this is alright! If nothing else, I’m so so proud of drawing hair braiding, that took. So. Long. lol, anyway yeah I also really like how Scott’s hair came out, and I’ve never made a third life Jimmy design before so I came up with this on the fly and I really like how it looks. But yeah, I saw which song it was and thought of them immediately, Scott was so distraught at Jimmy’s death in third life, (prepare for ramble that is mildly unintelligible if you are not really geeky about MCR lore lol. The main stuff you need to understand is that mcr has four albums, I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love, Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, The Black Parade, and Danger Days: The True Lives of The Fabulous Killjoys, and all of them have a lot of lore) like they are so demolition lovers coded, especially because of the whole back from the dead thing where Jimmy is alive and well in later seasons but Scott is still grieving him and the memory thing with winners remembering which means Scott remembers third life and Jimmy doesn’t, reminds me of like (from my understanding of the story, which is different from other peoples because MCR lore is very vague) the inner turmoil of the lover from the three cheers lore who went to hell, and his lover is in heaven and on one hand he wants to reunite but on the other he knows his lover doesn’t even know he’s alive (-ish. Not sure how much his situation qualifies as “living”) and feels guilty, thinking that she probably won’t even want to see him again, because he’s killed so many people and he doesn’t want to ruin her paradise (I mean she misses him too and wants to see him again but he doesn’t know that, and also he rightly recognizes that he is an actual sociopath. I’m not saying c!Scott is crazy (well, as not-crazy as you can be in life series death games. Everyone is at least a little bit off their rocker. Woah, parentheses within parentheses, what is this!?), but I am saying the guy demolition lover absolutely is. I am also saying that c!Scott has self worth issues. At least in my headcannons. I also have a similar headcannon for Joel. Maybe that’s why they hate each other, their mad that they can’t sacrifice themselves for each other and then decided a murderous rivalry was the only option/j ) but yeah so the torturing themselves over a lover who is both dead for them and also at the same time alive and well but unreachable and in a better place than them and wanting to be with them but holding back for fear of hurting them which ends up hurting them anyway (which is also a theme in the black parade, so ig you could also kinda compare Scott to The Patient, but patient always felt more Joel or Pearl coded to me. Also yes I know I already made a post about smalletho demo lovers au, but idk I can have both smalletho and flower husbands demo lovers I just like projecting my interests onto,,,,also my interests ig lol) is something Scott and the sinner demolition lover have in common. Also this song makes me cry. So much. Could barely even draw this through the tears lol/silly, and I’m exaggerating but less than you’d think. Unfortunately I am a crier. I also cry at Summertime from danger days, pretty much all of three cheers but especially I never told you what I do for a living, demolition lovers from bullets (btw for non MCR fans these are album and song names. Also the demo lover’s story starts in bullets with the song titled for them, and then is continued in three cheers for sweet revenge) as well as I don’t love you, wttbp, the end, mama, and famous last words from black parade. And those are just the MCR songs, not counting all the other sad songs from other bands. I am a CRIER lol. But yeah, thank you sm for the ask anon I really enjoyed drawing this!