#listen to o children by nick cave if you read this

[obsxssedwithstuff]

Marshmallows

(angst/hurt fanfic, no happy ending, listen to Nick cave and the bad seeds - O children)

They were somewhere in Colorado, clearing a store whose size they’d underestimated. No matter how many wasted they killed, the growling didn’t stop and more came.

Nick had just opened a door when he got swarmed by the undead inside. He stabbed one, then another, blood blood blood. It was everywhere, on his face, his hands, arms, shirt, everything. Teeth clicked at him, accompanied by a low snarling. They tried to bite him, his arms, his body. He twisted and turned, shoving, stabbing.

Troy ran to save him from two aisles over. Shooting them in the head one after the other, his full focus on Nick, not noticing the infected creeping up behind him.

Two pulled him to the ground from behind, he stumbled and fell backwards, landing on his backside as another clung to his leg, and though he shot them in time and the adrenaline kept him and Nick both safe from getting torn apart once again, Nick couldn’t help but worry.

“Troy?!” he rushed over to him, still sitting on the ground and started frantically checking for bites, the arms, the legs. And his waist.

When Nick slowed his panicked movements Troy noticed what looked like bite marks in his friend’s shirt. “Nick,” he carefully lifted the shirt to reveal a bite, which he’d rather not have seen. “You too,” Nick sighed, leaning back to sit on the ground opposite to Troy. They just sat there in that empty store, thinking.

After a while, Troy made a disgusted face and shook his head, “I’m not dying like that” his voice cracked, “I’m not letting you die like that.” And he reached a for his gun, lowering his head so that Nick wouldn’t see the tears welling in his eyes.

He wasn’t afraid of dying back at the ranch, but now he would’ve liked to spend so much more time with this newfound freedom, with Nick.

Before Troy could say the next thing Nick got up wincing, stretched out his hand, “well, we’re not dead yet,” and cocked his head to the side with a light smile, “still got things to do.”

That evening they sat around a fire at the top of a mountain and watched the sunset. The smell of marshmallows engulfed them in a certain sweetness and neither would’ve imagined the apocalypse could be this good.

It wasn’t ideal and neither was really hungry but the sun’s red and golden light, the cool breeze and the slight splashing of the nearby stream made for a beauty they wouldn’t have appreciated before.

They sat next to each other while Troy turned his marshmallow over the flames, “Love.”

“What?”

“Have you ever been in love, Nicky?”

“I don’t know, maybe” and he thought back to Luciana, and to Gloria. “I think so, it’s hard to know.”

Troy looked at his marshmallow intently, “what’s it like?”

“Well, it’s not universal but… for starters, you like being around them and…”

“you value their life over yours?” Troy quickly added.

“Yeah. Yeah… you’d- you’d do anything for them. I think that’s the essence of love,” he looked at Troy, who was shivering some, still roasting his marshmallow but already preparing the next one with his clumsy left hand. Nick noticed how he’d occasionally miss the bag or stick by a few inches and then fully turn his head and very carefully, with a trembling hand, try again. He noticed the scar that had formed on his palm and the back of his hand.

“I’m sorry” and when Troy raised his head with a confused look, “about that,” Nick carefully lifted his fingers almost to his temple and made a face, pulling his hand back early. “Does it hurt?”

And Troy thought about his answer, “not more than everything else” or a joking “I don’t feel pain”, maybe a simple “what doesn’t?”. The pain came in waves, some days were better and some worse but it never really went away; he just nodded.

“I once heard someone say that the person you love is like a drug, they might be dangerous or deadly, but you’ll never get enough of them,” he was handed a perfectly crispy and soft marshmallow.

“Are you afraid? Of dying?” Troy asked, changing the subject.

Nick swallowed the last piece of his marshmallow, “No… Sad, disappointed, but not afraid.”

“I would’ve wanted to spend some more time with you…” and they sat there with only the crackle of the fire and the splashing of the stream to break the silence. They had been away for some time now, probably a few months, since the dam went up.

Nick chuckled “Well, we’ll be together till death do us part,” and he grinned at Troy, finding the absurdity amusing. He watched a smile spread across Troy’s face after he’d gotten over the initial surprise.

They put out the fire and walked to the little wooden cabin whose windows were broken and whose bedroom wall was stained with blood. There was one bed, like most other places they came across. It helped to feel another persons warmth in the cold nights. It was no different than sharing a bed with their sibling or a friend at a sleepover. Most of all, it was practical.

They walked and with every third step, their hands would brush - just briefly - and it almost seemed unintentional. But heck, they had no more than a day left to live, so if that’s what they chose to do with their last hours so be it - there was nobody around to judge anyway.

As the blanket covered them, warmed them, their hands lay entwined and neither said a word. A single tear, falling onto the bed. A barely there whisper, saying “I love you”.

And Nick turned onto his side and held Troy’s hand up to his chest.

And Troy turned onto his side and moved as close to Nick as he could and pressed his forehead against Nick’s chest, the “I love you” louder this time, accompanied by a shaky breath.

“I don’t want to die, Nick.” And he cried, and the last person he had left held him closer, because what else was there to do?

And when he stopped crying, Nick said “I love you”. But he didn’t know it was also when he stopped breathing.

“No. No Troy! Troy?” With shaking hands he cups his face, hands made wet by the last of Troy’s tears. Gently he runs his thumb over Troys scars, tears now streaming down his own face.

His breaths short and his throat tight, he reaches for the gun under the pillow. “I love you,” he plants the quickest, most gentle kiss on Troy’s lips, “I’m sorry,” and shoots him.

Everyone he’s ever known visits him one last time before he shoots himself too - and is with his last person.

Suicide-proof.

With a ringing in his ears and crushing pain in his head, he feels himself dying, a slow and painful death but it lasts until the sun comes up again. All thoughts are blocked out by the pain and Nick is almost thankful for that, but when he’s finally out - well, there’s nothing left.

[goldencherriess]

Soulmates.

Masterlist || Main masterlist

Pairing: Young! Remus Lupin x McKinnon! Fem! Reader

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: Y/N McKinnon and Remus Lupin are the definition of soulmates. Best friends since forever, they know each other to the smallest detail. But a Wizarding War threatens to tear them apart.

Warnings: canon-compliant, major character death (oops!), angst, fluff, best friends to lovers, love confessions, soft eyes, lots of hand holding, Jily

"What's a soulmate?"

"It's, uh, well it's like a best friend but more."

Y/N McKinnon was a soft soul. Remus knew this much, from the twinkle in her eyes to the shy smile on her lips. He knew that she was quieter than her sister, Marlene, but was never afraid to voice her beliefs. He knew that she liked to read classics, burrowing them from him. She always returned them as though they hadn't even been read feverishly. And he also knew that she was a lover of jasmine tea and of stars. 

And she was also his best friend. 

“Do they end up together?” she asked one morning as she sat beside him in The Great Hall. 

Remus frowned. “Who?” he replied, putting down the still steaming cup of tea on which he was sipping. The sweet aroma of jasmine still lingered on his tongue. Her tastes were rubbing off on him.

Y/N huffed, rolling her eyes as she did so and thrusting a book in front of his eyes. Curved, intricate letters spelled Little women. “Jo and Laurie.”

A crooked smile blossomed on his lips. “Do you really want me to answer that?”

“No,” she said, as she turned to put some toast on her plate along with a few eggs. 

Comfortable silence settled between them as Remus resumed enjoying his tea. 

“I think they should,” she eventually voiced, after biting down on a toast.

“What?”

“Jo and Laurie. I think they should end up together. They’re best friends.”

Remus’ throat tightened and it seemed as though the world stopped moving. Best friends. He told himself that he shouldn’t read too much into it, they were just discussing a piece of literature, but then Sirius’ voice popped up in his head (“You’re really thick, Moony. She fancies you!”) and he was suddenly hyper aware of his thigh touching hers, and of his elbow touching hers and he slid away a few millimeters just to breathe. “Right,” he croaked out. 

Maybe Sirius was right after all. 

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“It’s the one person in the world who knows you better than anyone else.”

Y/N could tell from the wrinkles in his eyebrows and the dark circles under his eyes that Remus didn’t sleep the night before. It was often that she found him in this state, staring blankly at the flames dancing in the fireplace of the Gryffindor Common Room. She never questioned him, she figured that if he ever felt the need to support his weight he’d come to her, letting his tears fall onto her shoulders. 

She was patient, sitting beside him on the couch and watching his chest rise and fall with every breath he took. She counted them, listening in to his breathing and to the crackling of the fire. 

At the tenth one, he spoke up, his voice resembling that of a broken glass. “I’m sorry.”

Y/N let her eyes roam across his side of the face. There were a few new scars slashing across the freckles. “What for?” she replied quietly. 

Remus’ shoulders slacked. He opened his mouth to reply but no word came out. 

“You don’t have to say anything. I know you’re going through something.” She let her cold hand fall against his warm one. He was always the one with the warmest hands.  “Take all the time you need, Rem. I’m not going anywhere. Whenever you need me, I’ll be here. Always here.”

Remus thought at that moment that he was lucky to have her. He wanted to tell her that, but words failed him. So, he settled on giving her a kiss on her forehead. A waft of roses tickled his nostrils and he immediately recognized her shampoo. Sweet and soft. Just like her. 

She smiled, squeezing his hand. “I brought you something.”

Remus chuckled, turning his hand to wrap his fingers around hers. He was pretty sure his heart would burst out of his chest anytime now. “Really?”

She hummed, getting something out from her pocket. A silver wrapper rustled in her free hand, glimmering against the orange of the flames. A saccharine smell rose and enveloped them both. Chocolate. “I know how much you love chocolate and I saw how down you looked this whole day, so I just bought some from Honeydukes.” 

Remus felt his blood rushing to the top of his head, his hands got all clammy and he feared that Y/N would figure him out. He lifted his eyes to meet hers. She bore a soft smile on her lips. “Wanna share?” he asked.

“I’d love to.”

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 “It's someone who makes you a better person. Actually, they don't make you a better person, you do that yourself - because they inspire you.”

More than once, Y/N found that being with Remus made it all so much easier. Being with him erased the tumultuous barriers of the approaching Wizarding War. The Daily Prophet brought dark news every morning. She usually skimmed through those, before giving the newspaper to Remus, knowing he’d read it thoroughly. She’d then turn to exchange some girly gossip with Lily, Marlene and Dorcas (“Potter asked me out again,” Lily would say for the fourth time that week). Afterwards, Y/N would turn to throw a smile towards Remus, just so he could know she was still there with him. 

This time though, she gripped the newspaper until her knuckles turned white. More than three muggle attacks occurred in the past few days and she was growing anxious. Remus got ahold of the newspaper, lowering it before lightly touching her hand. “Hey, you alright?”

“Do you ever wonder if we’ll turn out like him?”

Remus dropped his gaze to the headline of the Daily Prophet: “He Who Must Not Be Named strikes again, dark forces on the rise.”

“No. Do you?”

“Sometimes,” she sighed, slowly letting the newspaper fall into Remus’ hand. 

His eyebrows furrowed. “Why?”

The newspaper was now on the table in front of them, the headline screaming at her, black letters taking up most of the page, a moving picture with houses on fire staring at her. “I’m just afraid that one day I won't be able to recognize myself. That I will look into the mirror and see a stranger, that things beyond my power will change me.”

Remus’ voice reached her ears in the form of a soft whisper. “I’m sure that’ll never be the case, Y/N.”

She turned to look at him, eyes glossy. “How can you be so sure?”

He smiled, meeting her gaze. “Because I know you. You’re one of the kindest people I know. If you are ever to get lost, I’m sure you would find your way. And if you don’t, I’ll be there to guide you.”

Her smile mirrored his, cold hands meeting warm ones. 

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“A soulmate is someone who you can carry with you forever.”

Years passed and soon enough, Y/N received the wedding invitation of James and Lily. The redhead delivered it to her in person, insisting she had to tell her something. Marlene was off to the Ministry with some work that day, while their parents were taking the tea in the back garden. She was just putting another kettle on, intending to make jasmine tea for herself, when Lily apparated at her doorstep. A knock was heard at the door, and Y/N was pulled from her wandering thoughts. She took wide strides, passing the moving pictures on the walls of her and her sister from when they were little, and opened the door. A kind smile and a mop of red hair greeted her. 

“Lily! Hi! Come in, I was just making tea!” she said as she hurriedly hugged her. 

“Thank you,” replied Lily entering the house and taking a seat on the couch. 

“I’ll be right back! You sit here, alright?” said Y/N, just as she took off towards the kitchen. She pulled out two cups from the cupboard, intricate flowers gleaming on the porcelain. The kettle whistled and she took it off the stove, pouring the tea in each cup. The sweet aroma of jasmine enveloped her in warm embraces. “Would you like sugar or milk for your tea?” she yelled, hoping that Lilly heard her.

“Just sugar for me, please! Two cubes!”

“Coming right up!” She put two cubes in Lily’s cup and three in hers, before she turned to leave the kitchen, hands holding steaming cups. 

“How’s Marls?” Lily asked as she saw her entering the living room. 

“Oh, she’s alright. Busy with work. How’s James?” Y/N smiled as she took a seat across from her, in an old armchair. 

At that, Lily blushed and gave her the envelope she was hiding in the pockets of her dress. Y/N threw her a confused look, before opening it, sparkling paper soft against her hands.

James Potter and Lily Evans cordially invite you to their wedding

Y/N gasped, before looking up at Lily, meeting her emerald gaze. “Oh, Lily! This is amazing! Congratulations!” Her gaze slipped towards Lily’s left hand, wondering how she didn’t notice the ring sparkling there. The stone had the same colour of her eyes. Emerald. 

“I want you to be my maid of honour, Y/N,” Lily replied with eagerness, taking ahold of Y/N’s hands. “Please, will you be my maid of honour?”

“Of course I will!”

And this is how Y/N found herself giving the Maid of Honour speech in front of one hundred people (most of the guests were from James’ side, family and relatives. Lily only invited her sister, who unfortunately didn’t show up). She was growing hot under the attentive gazes of everyone, her dress starting to itch. Her eyes slipped across the crowd, until they met with honeyed ones. Remus. Her best friend. He gave her a reassuring smile. She cleared her throat. “I’m not going to say much. There isn’t really much to be said, when everyone can see how hopelessly in love they are with each other. I’m only going to say that I had the honour to see how their love blossomed, it took James six years to finally get a date with her, and another three to marry her but he did prove to be successful.” The crowd roared in laughter. Y/N’s eyes didn’t stray away from Remus. “Here’s to forever!”

The guests whooped and clinked their champagne glasses together, while Y/N got off the stage, knees buckling. Remus met her halfway, touching her arm. He was bearing a wide smile, his eyes twinkling under the low light. “That must have been the shortest Maid of Honour speech I have ever heard.”

She rolled her eyes. “How many did you actually hear?”

“Honestly?”

“Yeah.”

“None. Yours was the first.”

She smirked before a slow song started to play, couples shuffling to the dance floor, champagne long forgotten. James was bowing to Lily, asking for a dance and she laughed before getting ahold of his elbow and dragging him to the dance floor. Y/N smiled at the sight before turning to look at Remus. 

He looked so achingly beautiful. His sandy hair was ruffled from the many times he ran his hands through it, honey eyes shining under the fairy lights, white shirt unbuttoned at the top and tie loosened. He was softly smiling at her and she felt herself melting. “Would you like to dance?”

She blinked before nodding. “Yeah,” she whispered, but she was pretty sure he heard her nonetheless. His warm hands touched her cold ones, guiding her towards the dance floor while walking backwards, not once taking his gaze off of her. They stopped at the edge of the dance floor, one of his hands slipping to hold her waist, the other still gently touching hers. He started leading them in a slow dance, humming under his breath. 

It must have been the champagne getting to her head, because she found herself boldly asking the question that’s been plaguing her mind for years now. “Do they end up together?”

Remus twirled her before holding her closer. “Who?”

“The best friends.”

“You mean Jo and Laurie?” he asked, remembering their conversation from a few years ago.

“No, I mean us.”

Remus’ breath was caught in his throat. His hand tightened around her waist. “Do you want us to?”

She sighed, before meeting his gaze. “I thought I made this obvious, Rem.”

He blinked in an attempt to clear his mind. “When?”

“During our school years. Everyone caught on, except you.”

He suddenly felt out of focus. The lights were blinding him and he felt his feet dancing on nothing. The only thing grounding him was Y/N. “How long?” he found himself speaking up, his voice foreign to him.

Y/N remained silent for a second in his arms. “I think it must’ve been the third year.”

Remus almost choked. “Oh, love, we could have saved so much time,” he replied, before leaning down to capture her lips with his. She was softer than he ever imagined, her signature roses shampoo reached him in waves, getting him drunk and lightheaded. There was a hint of jasmine lingering on her lips and he almost melted when she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer. He pulled away to catch his breath, before leaning his forehead against hers. He was still drunk on jasmine and roses. “Forever?”

She smiled against him, pecking his lips. “Forever.”

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“It's the one person who knew you and accepted you and believed in you before anyone else did, or when no one else would.”

Dawn was just breaking through when Remus Lupin stumbled through Y/N McKinnon’s front door, blood seeping through his shirt. She was awake, thoughts and worries of The Wizarding War weighing her down. She was just putting a kettle of jasmine tea on the stove when she heard Remus’ harsh breathing and screaming of pain. She stumbled out of the kitchen, knees melting at the sight of him so disheveled. “Merlin, what happened?!” she said as she rushed to him, supporting his weight on her shoulders and guiding him to the couch. She gently lowered him on the soft pillows. 

He breathed in through his nose, wincing when his back made contact with the pillows. 

“Stay right here, I’ll bring some water and a towel to clean those wounds for you, alright?”

He nodded in response but she was long gone. He let his eyes wander through the living room, gaze catching sight of several moving childhood pictures of Y/N and Marlene. There was one in which little Y/N was biting down on little Marlene’s golden hair. The sloshing of water and the rapid steps of Y/N brought his attention back to her. She knelt beside the couch, unbuttoning his crimson shirt and wetting the towel into the bucket of water. Her hands were shaking. She was trying to hide it, but Remus still saw. “This is gonna sting,” she mumbled, a tremor in her voice. 

The wet and cold towel touched his slashing wounds on his chest and Remus felt as though a thousand needles pierced his skin. He hissed through his teeth. “I know, I know, I’m sorry,” said Y/N worriedly. “How did this even happen?”

He shyly met her gaze. “It was a full moon last night.”

Remus expected her to react differently, to widen her eyes and back away from him, to kick him out of her house, to break up with him. Instead, her eyes saddened considerably, casting down to the wounds. “Oh.”

He was surprised he found the courage to speak up. “Do you– do you think less of me now?”

She raised her head in a whiplash, eyes wide. “Why would I? You’re still my Rem, are you not?”

Remus’ lips parted and he stared at her, taking in her wild hair and noticing her tired eyes. Somehow, she still looked beautiful. “I love you,” he blurted out. “I love you, Y/N.”

She released a breath, leaning down towards him. Her lips met his in a short lived kiss. “I love you,” she replied just above a whisper. “I always will.”

The smell of jasmine traveled all the way from the kitchen to the living room, embracing them both in a sweet blanket of aroma. 

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“ And no matter what happens, you will always love them. Nothing can ever change that.”

The Order of the Phoenix was meeting for the third time that month. Remus bore a skipping in his steps, despite the weight on his shoulders.  He would see Y/N again after a whole two weeks of not seeing each other. He left for a mission, while she remained in London, a promise held between them. He apparated at the Order’s Headquarters, before knocking on the door. 

“Password?” Alastor Moody's voice came through.

“Lemon sorbet.” Albus Dumbledore was in charge of the passwords.

The door was opened for him and he greeted Moody with a smile. The man just acknowledged him with a nod of his head. “Come on in. The rest are inside.”

Remus advanced through the dark, dingy house before entering the rather poorly furnished living room. His smile weakened at the heavy atmosphere in the room. Everyone looked sullen at best. His gaze searched for Y/N but he didn’t find her.

“Where’s Y/N?” he asked, a worry starting to seep into his voice. 

“You haven’t heard?” a glossy eyed Lily asked him.  

“Hear what? And where’s Marlene? I don’t see her either.”

“The McKinnons are gone, Moony,” James spoke up, coming near him.

Remus awkwardly laughed. “Gone where? They stayed in London, didn’t they?”

“They’re dead, mate,” a tired Sirius said. “Voldemort got to them.”

Remus felt as though someone stole the earth from under his feet. The room was darkening around him, spinning in circles. His chest tightened and his vision stung and clouded. “No, that can’t be. Just two weeks ago, they were here. I talked to Y/N, she promised we’d get a house somewhere in the countryside and I promised her I’d buy her a proper ring and we’d–” his voice left him. “And Marlene too?”

No one answered him. It was understood. 

He fell into a dusty armchair and cried. He let the darkness cloud his mind. 

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1995

Harry Potter was following his godfather in an abandoned waiting room at the station. “Sirius, what are you doing here?! If somebody sees you–”

Sirius turned to look at Harry. “I had to see you, didn’t I?”

“I don’t want to see you get shut in Azkaban,” Harry replied, taking a seat beside him on an old, tattered bench. 

Sirius waved him off. “Oh, don’t worry about me.” He reached into the pocket of his old coat, which reeked of naphthalene. “Anyway, I wanted you to have this.” He handed him a yellowed photo. Familiar faces smiled up to him. Harry took it in his hands and studied it, recognizing his parents. “The original Order of the Phoenix,” Sirius went on explaining. He pointed to a blonde in the corner of the photo. “Marlene McKinnon. She was killed two weeks after this was taken. Voldemort wiped out her entire family. That’s her sister right there, Y/N.”  Harry’s eyes took notice of a petite woman, holding onto Remus’ hand and smiling up to him, before turning towards the camera. Remus leaned down to plant a kiss on her forehead before posing for the camera. 

“Did Remus know her?” he asked, although he already knew the answer. 

He heard Sirius sigh beside him. “Oh, yes. They were the best of friends. Soulmates. It broke him the day she died.”

Harry’s gaze slipped towards a couple in which he saw too much of his housemate and herbology enthusiast friend. “Neville’s parents,” he acknowledged. 

“They suffered a fate worse than death, if you ask me,” replied Sirius. He then smiled sadly, looking at the photograph image of Lily and James Potter. “It’s been fourteen years and still a day doesn’t go by when I don’t miss your dad.”

Harry regarded the photo a few more moments, a pang in his heart at the sight of his parents happily together and still alive. “Do you really think there’s going to be a war, Sirius?”

His godfather pondered the question, before replying slowly. “It feels like it did before.”

The raven haired boy went to give him back the photo, but Sirius beat him to it. “You keep it! Anyway, I suppose you’re the young ones, now.”

Harry smiled, looking down once more at the forgotten faces of the original members of the Order of the Phoenix, his eyes again catching the sight of a red faced Y/N and a smiling Remus, before putting the photograph in his pockets. The Hogwarts Express was announcing its departure.

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A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for reading! Just for reference, the soulmate quote isn't mine, it's from a TV show called Dawson's Creek, which I found interesting and sweet so I kinda built this fic around it.

The last scene of this fic used for inspiration is from the fifth Harry Potter movie, even though Alastor Moody is the one who shows Harry the photograph of the original Order of the Phoenix, not Sirius, but it was more accessible to me this way because I haven't reread the books in a long time.

Let me know your thoughts! Every kind of feedback is highly appreciated!

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[pebblysand]

hello! you may find the entire playlist on spotify here. below is some more information on my song choices for part one.

<LINK TO PART TWO> <LINK TO PART THREE>

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Castle by Eminem: if you have finished the fic, you will understand. if you haven't, i don't want to spoil you :).

Things We Lost In The Fire by Bastille: it's funny, i'm a massive bastille fan but it didn't really hit me how castles that song is until i went to see them live last summer. i remember being in the crowd and thinking to myself: god this is so on point. i think the lyric that gets me most is: the future's in our hands and we will never be the same again. there's such a dichotomy to that and it's so representative of what is happening in this chapter, which is harry and the trio sort of reconning with the concept of time and the post-war state of things and: now what? the excitement of: we survived and the future's in our hands, but also we'll never be the same again because we lost all these things (people) in the fire (war). i just find it very apt.

O Children by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds: firstly, i love that song, i thing it's beautiful and it just nails that post-war tone of the early chapters. the cleaners are coming one by one, they measure the room, they know the score, etc. secondly, this is obviously the harry& hermione song, which is a massive vibe and plot point of this chapter. i will defend the dance to my dying day, i think it's one of the most beautiful scenes in the whole film and those who don't like it because of the harmony vibes are wrong. that's it 😅.

UNHEALTHY by Anne-Marie: this is a more recent addition, but doesn't this song kind of have early harry/ginny vibes? i'll let you listen and be the judge.

Wonderwall by Oasis: harry mentions oasis in this chapter, so of course i had to add this. i have listened to this song so much in the past 20 years, i can't even tell if i like it or not. anyway, here's wonderwall 😅.

Pompeii by Bastille: ah. the infamous break down of everything. as i've already said, absolutely love bastille, and this one is a classic.

Shadow Preachers by Zella Day: i added this one more recently but i feel like it also had very strong early harry/ginny vibes. i also like that it sounds a bit similar-ish to pompeii in that sort of break down of everything vibe. there's a sort of desperation to that song that i feel really fits well.

Place de la République by Coeur de Pirate: firstly, if you think of coeur de pirate as comme des enfants and don't know anything else from her, i am begging you to open to your heart to her other songs/albums, she's incredible. secondly, i've always loved this song. it so well captures this sort of regretful break up situation where she is breaking up with someone because of distance and giving them one last chance to show up and they don't. i feel like it's very much a ginny song in chapter 3, this way she doesn't really want to break up with harry but has to. it's just 😫.

Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi: i've gone back and forth a lot on this song, whether to include it or not. it's almost Too Much. but, also, harry is a bit Too Much in this, so it just fits.

Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths: this is... very literal, i don't think i need to explain. i will say, for a very long time, i didn't know where the french bits were from. it sounded like some sort of documentary about suicide, which i thought was odd, but it's actually a reading of the myth of sisyphus by albert camus. i've never read it because i've only ever read camus's fiction, but he is one of my favourite french authors, so i was happy to find that out. it works with the song incredibly well, obviously.

Hell or Highwater by Passenger: we're back with the break up songs. i love this one because it very much is about the confusion and the not knowing what caused the break up, which i think is very fitting for harry, here. i also just love the writing in this song, the way he uses the "hell or highwater" saying in a different way - it's a song i very much love, even outside of castles.

Six Degrees of Separation by The Script: idk, this song has such strong 2000s vibes, and it's so break-up-y dramatic - it just fits, you know? 😅.

Giants by Dermot Kennedy: this playlist supports irish artists! ✊🏻 jokes aside, i kind of see this song as having a bit of a double-meaning here. like, of course, it's hinny break up song and plays - again - to that lack of understanding (we used to be giants, when did we stop?) but i also see it as reflective of harry's broader state of mind. it's this post-war confusion of: we used to do these great, important things, and what is our purpose, now? obviously, this first arc is very much about finding a reason to live after the war, so i feel like this song works for both plotlines.

As It Was by Harry Styles: i'm not a massive harry styles fan so the first time i ever heard this song was when he was on tour and the 'LEAVE AMERICA' trend was all over tiktok. and, i don't know, the moment i heard the song as a whole i was like, 'fuck, this is such a castles song!' especially of that early, post-war, confused era of: 'harry what are you doing sitting at home on the floor, what kind of pills are you on?' it just had to be in this playlist.

Fear of Fear by Passenger: this song is just a mood. i feel like it could play over a montage of the weeks passing in chapter four, and harry just going to work, trying to sleep, and going running in the night.

Le vent nous portera by Noir Désir: there's two reasons why this song is here. firstly, i feel like it signifies healing and the passage of time, which works very well with this chapter. it's a gorgeous song and has this idea of the wind just blowing the hardships away, an "it'll be alright" motto that i love. but also, what my international audience might not know is that this song is highly controversial - bertrand cantat, the lead singer of the band, beat his girlfriend - french actress marie trintignant - to death in 2003. he was arrested, went to jail - if you are french, just know that i'm not going to get into the Debate of whether he should still played/be listened to, etc. we all have our opinions and whichever way you're leaning i'm not going to change yours but i just wanted to note that i wouldn't have put this song in the playlist for any other chapter. but with the added theme of DV in the case giulia and harry work on here, i felt it was fitting.

Brave by Sara Bareilles: this is obviously giulia's pep-talk song haha! harry, get out of your rut, and be brave. i love it.

You're Not Special, Babe by Orla Gartland: i love this song. and, again, it's very giulia. i feel like both of these last songs for this chapter have this vibe of her telling harry to just get off his arse and do something, which is what he needed at that point. quit moping around, quit blaming yourself, you're not that special. it's really the kick off, onto chapter five.

Insomnia by Ren: ah, ren. if you've been following the playlist for a while, you will have noticed that i had a major ren moment between the end of 2023 and the start of 2024 and added, like, fifteen millions of his songs to the playlist. i feel like castles generally has such a ren "vibe" to it, which is wild because i didn't find him until well into writing the story. this song has this incredible line: i used to use drinking as a way to stop thinking and my problems with drinking made me feel like i was sinking, so i dried up my drinking and then i couldn't sleep a wink, and now i'm thinking, now i'm thinking, now i'm thinking, now i'm thinking about nothing. fucking nothing. and everything and nothing - i hate not sleeping. this is so on point for this chapter, which has harry's insomnia stalking those post-war months, and i absolutely love it.

The Last Unicorn by Passenger: ah, the first mia song 😫. my child. this is so scarily on point.

J'écoute du Miles Davis by Navii: this is really one of the core, OG castles songs as far as i'm concerned. i remember listening to it on loop very early on, writing the early chapters. i love the chorus of 'Et le temps passe' (and time passes) - it's this factual statement that i feel is very castles. "Time just - passes."

The Way I Am by Eminem: i was so mad to find out i couldn't use this song in text because it came out in 2001. obviously, very related to the press, fame, etc. which are topical for this chapter.

Dominoes by Ren: i added this one fairly recently. it's one of those songs that isn't precisely topical to the chapter itself, but i really liked the riff of "we fall like dominoes, dominoes, falling". it echoes that thing harry says about how he's afraid to fold because if the "leader" falls, then everyone comes cascading down. i felt like there's an interconnection in that song that resonates, here. and also, i think the thing about public perception and body shaming is also somewhat related to the treatment of girls in harry's life in the press.

Read All About It, Part III by Emili Sandé: i thought most people would already know this song because it was featured so prominently in the 2012 London Olympics, but i suppose it still didn't make it to america, 'cause i've had quite a few comments from people saying the playlist was the first time they'd heard it. anyway, it's obviously about harry using his voice and finally talking to the press, and it's amazing :).

Babylon by Barns Courtney: the vibes of this song feel like the fall of a civilisation and "the walls are caving in, you're paying for your sins" and... yeah. idk, i see this as the theme song to the whole battle scene at the lace mill.

What He Wrote by Laura Marling: this was always Giulia's "song" in my head, i'm not even sure why. it's got nothing to do with her but just based on vibes. i listened to this on loop writing her death. and, also, the connection with Peaky Blinders, which heavily inspired the first act of castles.

Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens: this is just... a beautiful song about death lol. how cheerful 😅.

All My Tears by Ane Brun: and... another one, lol. also, another connection to PB.

Jimmy by Moriarty: i only have two songs for this chapter, probably because it used to be paired with chapter six so i initially didn't think of it as an independent item. anyway, this is one of my favourite songs in the world, and it's recently come to my attention that it fit quite well in here, with this idea of "coming home" (to the burrow, in harry's case. i feel like it works well with the general mood of the chapter.

CORALINE by Måneskin: ah. coraline, coraline, di me la tua verita... this is the beginning of harry, and ginny, and the letters, really.

Zombie by The Cranberries: canonically, Mia is a fan and while two cranberries songs are mentioned in this chapter, i always felt like this one fit better. first, because it's about a civil war that, in many ways, resembled the wizarding war. second, because i've always sort of thought as amycus as a bit of a zombie. like, he's dead but he still plagues ginny (and later harry) with the things he's done and their ramifications.

Rather Die by Barns Courtney: obviously, i'm a massive fan of barns courtney and i've always felt this song is very ginny during the war. basically, 'i'd rather die than give in.'

Repeat After Me by KONGOS: this song is obviously about the absolutist christian faith and someone trying to escape it, but i think there's something so rhythmic about it. in my head, i could see it playing over a montage of the DA pulling off stunts, getting attacked, getting back up again, fighting again, losing again, etc. there's also the 'repeat after me' of indoctrination that could very much apply to the ministry's propaganda. i remember listening to this song so much as i was writing this chapter, just to remind myself of the relentless sort of pacing i wanted to achieve.

Dopamine by Barns Courtney: okay so. this is the song of this chapter. i know it feels like it's not really about this chapter (it's clearly about drug addiction) but you cannot possibly imagine the number of times i listened to it as i was writing. i don't know. i love everything about it. the loud rock and instrumentals, the production, the lyrics. if we end it all, at least you're by my side. we could never die. and this: it's always the same. see the drink couldn't wash out the taste of your name. i literally think it's one of my favourite songs ever, and one of my favourite sentences ever written. i think in my head it's a bit about ginny sinking, about amycus, about harry. about everything. i would say dopamine is probably one of the most important songs in this playlist. i am so attached to it.

Thirteen Thirtyfive by Dillon: and... the last song. i will say this: i have since learnt that this song is about a woman who has lost a child (either through miscarriage, abortion or death after birth, it's not clear) and is reminiscing about what her life could have been. that is... not how i initially interpreted it. you may listen and come to your own conclusions. if you interpret it like the above, maybe it fits with pansy's story. if you don't... well. you'd be thirteen, i'd be thirty-five, gone to find a place for us to hide. be together but alone, as the need for it has grown. make of that what you will.

[vostok3-ka]

Hi Aisha, hope you're having a nice start to your week! For the writer truth or dare ask game: 🦴🔪🌵(could be a character playlist or not)❄️(could also be something you wanna write yourself!) 🍄, and 🏜️. I'd add more because all of these are great but this is already one too many lol so feel free to pick and choose which ones you wanna answer, ofc<3

Hi Max!!! Thank you! It's Eid tomorrow so that's a pretty sick way to start the week ;) Thank you so much for the ask!!!

🦴- Boy howdy is there a piece of media that inspires my writing haha. I have quite a few that it's hard to put name to them all. Whenever I read a book or watch a movie/show I always feel like I take something away from them in order to incorporate into my own writing, but if I were to choose a few specific pieces of media that really inspire my writing, it would be Hannibal, what with the beautiful imagery and the way it is almost poetic in its brutality. I think the writers of the show did a really good job, and I just absolutely adore it. True Detective (season one) is also a piece of media that REALLY influences my writing. I adore the gothic vibes, and I love the way they make the characters human, realistic, with lots of flaws, instead of making them into heroes, and I am just in love with the very synesthetic feeling it gives, I myself am synesthetic and I think it really resonated with me in a way, and gave me a lot of inspiration as in how to describe scenes and emotions. Catch-22, both the book, film, and tv show, have all inspired my idea of Bucky in the war, and I have a few songs including Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths, О как хотела мама by Shortparis, Две недели by Aigel, and O, Children by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, that heavily inspire a lot of my Russian-era Bucky Barnes writing, as well as, for some funny reason, the TV show Бригада. I just feel like the show really shows both the human and terrible, gritty side to organized crime that I am CERTAIN Bucky was involved in, in some way, shape or form. Another film/book that has, heavily and directly, inspired my both my fanfiction writing and original writing is the 2008 film, "Morphine" and the inspiration behind it, the novella by Bulgakov, Morphine. My fic Noch' Ulista Fonar' Apteka was very non-subtly inspired by Morphine, so much! AAAND- I better stop here before I write a whole essay about how media has influenced my writing, because I could literally go on forever and ever!!!! ;)

🔪- I think the weirdest thing that I have had to research for a writing project was for my fic Noch' Ulitsa Fonar' Apteka. I had to, somehow, figure out how to write drug addiction from a first hand perspective, and, of course, I myself have not, and never will take any form of recreational drugs, so I had to scout through many pages of google before finding this legendary gem of a website that has been a lifesaver for me. The website looks like it was made in 2008 and I honestly was a little worried about clicking on it, but it turned out fine haha. It has a bunch of really detailed first hand experiences with all sorts of drugs you could imagine, including withdrawal, good trips, bad trips, and coming down. I think I spent a few hours just reading and absorbing everything to try to write Bucky's experience, and honestly, I came away from the research with an even stronger desire to never try drugs, as most of the reports highlighted how the spiral began. But yeah! That might be the weirdest thing I have researched, unless of course, if you count the time I had to research equine veterinary care in 1980s Russia lmao.

🌵- Gilded Soul This is my favourite playlist I've created, and it's so gentle and sweet and I listen to the songs on it so often. I adore it so much! All the songs have memories and feelings attached to them and ugh- my favourite. Hope you enjoy too ;)

❄️- Oh my God I know exactly what this fic is. I really, REALLY want a fic dealing with the aftermath of Hydra and Department X/The Red Room's brainwashing on Bucky in TFAWS era, but in a way where it doesn't become the point of the fic, and is just like a part of him in subtle, slightly noticeable, and not overwhelming way. I want to see him struggle and yet stay strong, stay independent. I want to see him have realistic feelings towards things like therapy and such, considering the time period he is from, and the fact that he's probably been abused in such settings before. I want to see him make bad, unhealthy decisions while still remaining himself. I want to see him smoke his anger away, I want his staring problem to be addressed subtly as a leftover from when he was trained to look straight ahead while in parade rest, I really want to see him have headaches, mild psychosis, and all the realistic after-effects of electro-shock therapy, and yet, I really do not want to see it in a way that makes him dependent, or child-like. I want to see him get up, grit his jaw and move on. It isn't the healthiest way for somebody to cope, but it's the way I am guessing Bucky would cope. I want a fic that has an overarching plot where these issues are a subplot, as not to make it ALL about his recovery, instead being interesting and realistic in the world that he would be living in. I feel like I have said realistic so many times, and that is the core of it all. I want it to be as realistic and true to comic/film character as possible. I might not make much sense but yeah! That's what I really want to read, and I don't know who would be the best writer to write it!

🍄- OOOH I like this one! A headcanon I have is that Bucky and Natasha dance a lot. They are both trained dancers, and they love it, and they just put on gentle, nostalgic Russian music and dance so prettily together when they are alone!

🏜️- Oh for sure the types of comments that point out what affected them personally. I really want to connect to people through my writing and whenever somebody comments that a certain bit made them feel in a specific way I just absolutely melt in joy and delight!!!

Thank you so much for the many questions again, this was SO much fun to answer. Hope you have the loveliest of days!!!

[gurugirl]

I just rewatched Harry Potter because tis the season and every time I’m reminded how much I love the song O children by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds so there’s a red for you 🥰

I will admit... have only ever seen the first Harry Potter (and never read the books 🫣).

BUT I'm listening to this song right now and it's so good! Kind of reminds me of Bowie if were leading a choir. It's very unique. Never heard this one! Thank you!!!

xoxo

[stormyhargreeves]

Book called nox ; turns of light

recommend song to listen to while reading: O Children by Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds

Chapter 1

POV; Fiona Berkshire

Its early in the morning and the air is cold and crisp as me and my boyfriend theo walk hand in hand while my brother enzo trails behind, we are making our way to the train to return back to hogwarts after our summer break. The three of us finally make it to the train as we try to find our group of friends, walking through slim isles of the train, as we are nearing the end of the train we find, mattheo, sabrina, pansy, blaise, and draco already seated and chatting about summer break.

"Hi guys!" i say excidtedly to every one, immedietly im engulfed by the presence of my bestfriend, sabrina. She hugged me very tightly then says "Hi, i missed you!" "I missed you to sab." i say to her softly, i take a seat next to sabrina and mattheo as theo and enzo find their seats. "How was yalls summer?" I ask all of them curiously "Mine fucking sucked, i swear my my dad hates my guts!" Draco says in a disgusted tone, mattheo then chips in mockingly "Maybe its because he does" mattheo smirks slight at his comment "Anyways, how was your summer Fi?" Pansy asks disregarding the slight bannter between draco and mattheo. "It was good for the most part, i diddnt do much. I just mainly hung out with Theo and Enzo because our parents were on vacation!" "Lucky, i had to stay at home most of the summer" Blaise mentions as he rolls his eyes, suddenly we feel the train start to slow and make a loud screaching noise. "Are we here already here?" My brother enzo says shocked, Draco then glances out the window of the train and says "Yep"

Once we make it off the train we are met with our headmaster, Professor Dumbledoor. "Welcome back to Hogwarts, hope you all had a pleasent summer. If anyone needs help settling in or help with directions please dont be afraid to ask a professor, otherwise ill see you all at dinner tonight." He says strenly to all of us as we make our way inside of the school. After we all get settled in our dorms we decide to hang out in the Slytherin common room until its time to head to the dining hall for dinner. "Sab, wait up!" I say to sabrina as she is walking with her boyfriend mattheo "Hey Fi, whats up?" she said in a slightly hushed tone "I was just wondering how things with matt were going, we havent talked much due to summer break." i say to her as i smile at her "Things are amazing! We hung out so much over the summer!" she said happily "Oh my god! Im so happy for you!" She smiles at me while we contine to walk to the dining hall for dinner.

to be continued...

[bexbaxx]

I was always thinking if Viktor could dance... not like energic dances but slow slow ones (something like the ending of Endgame when Steve Rogers and Peggy were dancing). How would he invite the reader to dance and what would be his thoughts/feelings while dancing with them?

(As soon as I read this, my brain went to the scene from Harry Potter Deathly Hallows where they dance to 'O Children' by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. This might be a bit more angsty, sorry haha)

• Your first dance with Viktor is on a date. He would take you somewhere like a street festival, somewhere casual where you two can unwind and enjoy yourselves

• Music is playing softly, and towards the end of the night he makes a comment about it, eyeing you with curiosity

• He'll test the waters first before outright asking you, just because he might be a bit nervous

• "Do you like to dance?"

• A lot of laughing and clumsy dance moves, he's so entranced he doesn't really care what the people around you think

• He doesn't have much experience with dancing, but he makes it work

• There aren't many thoughts in his head while he dances with you, he's just watching your expression closely with a small smile

• The two of you dance again after Viktor is told he's dying. You're listening to the same song you first danced to, though it sounds much more sombre now

• Neither of you really know what to say, but he gestures for you to take his hand and you slow dance

• He holds you closely by the end of it, like he's afraid to let go

[zandel645]

A stream of consciousness about Nick Cave’s music

I’m tipsy but I really want to document this so I’ll type it here:

Since discovering Nick Cave and his most recent albums - Carnage, Ghosteen, Skeleton Tree, Push the Sky Away, it’s changed my life significantly. About the way I view myself, view grief, view the world.

O Children was the first song I heard, from the Harry Potter film. I liked the song but that was it. Then I heard the song Push The Sky Away on the radio and I had it on repeat for the next 2 weeks. It was so calming, so grounding, I had never listened to anything like it.

Going into his trilogy discography, Mermaids from Push The Sky Away caught my attention and became my favourite song, it was like experiencing something ethereal. Then I listened to Skeleton Tree and fell in love with Girl In Amber. I didn’t know what it was about until I read Faith, Hope, and Carnage. Then followed Ghosteen which hit me like a train. His son, only 14 years old, had died, and this album was an expression of his grief. He did it so well that I thought someone I loved with all my heart had died. The lyrics were the most beautiful I’d ever heard, especially in Sun Forest: ‘Come on everyone, come on everyone, a spiral of children climb up to the sun. To the sun, to the sun, and on each golden rung’... it shook me. And Waiting For You: ‘Your body is an anchor, never asked to be free, just want to stay in the business of making you happy’. I went through the whole process of grief even though I had no one to grieve over. The empathy I felt was unparalleled.

Now I’m listening to the album Carnage. Particularly the songs Carnage and Balcony Man. They fill me with such peace that I haven’t felt in a long time. Carnage makes me feel otherworldly, like I’m travelling somewhere full of magic. Balcony Man leaves me feeling uplifted through my grief and sadness. I relate it to my mental and physical illnesses: ‘This morning is amazing and so are you... what doesn’t kill you makes you crazier’. It reminds me that I can feel happiness even in my pain and my insanity, no matter how fleeting, it still exists and it matters and deserves to be said to the world.

I can confidently say that Nick Cave and Warren Ellis are singlehandedly getting me through my tough times. Not exactly getting me through it, but soundtracking the process. Even as I’m typing this, I’m dealing with a lot of stress brought on by something sudden and unexpected but I’ve got my Nick Cave playlist playing and it’s making each keystroke easier. I owe a lot to this man, his grief, his suffering, his sheer talent, and I don’t doubt that his music will play a significant part in my life for years to come

[wasabimia]

cuddles in the kitchen/klaus hargreeves x fem!reader

summary: after a long day reader spends some quality time with her partner klaus a/n: hello, hello! this is my first fic, so excuse it if it’s too bad :) hope you enjoy reading! <3 pairing: klaus hargreeves x reader category: fluff warnings: mentions and usage of drugs word count: 1070 masterlist

requests are open

cuddling was something klaus loved about your relationship. and after a long day at work the only two things you wanted were joint and cuddles with klaus.

"bonjour darling! how was your day?" klaus asked with spatula in his hand. "it was a long, exhausting day, yours? by the way, why do you have spatula in your hand?" y/n asked and put her shoes off. "it's not spatula, it's my microphone and i missed you." he came closer to y/n and hugged her. "i missed you too." y/n mumbled into klaus's chest and hugged him back. after a while klaus gave y/n kiss on her head and backed away.

"y/n?" klaus started and looked at his girlfriend. "listening." y/n mumbled back. "i'm going to bake some cookies, you are going to sit your little pretty booty on the couch, maybe take nap and after i finish, we can cuddle in our bed and maybe smoke something. how does it sound?" klaus looked at his girl and smiled. "sounds awesome, but klaus, please don't set our kitchen on fire. understood?" y/n booped klaus's nose and went to sit in the couch. klaus only giggled and came back to kitchen, starting to make cookies. "i'm going to change, i'll be right back." y/n stated and went to bedroom, looking for something to wear.

after few minutes y/n came back in her pyjama pants and one of klaus's t-shirts. she laid down on the couch and watched klaus as he danced around the kitchen in purpose to find all of the ingredients. unfortunately, y/n got bored really easily so after minute or two, she stood up and decided to hug klaus from behind. "hello there!" klaus smiled and placed one hand on y/n's two. "hi!" y/n whispered and put her head on klaus's shoulder. "y/n, i really appreciate that you are this touchy today, and i'm really sorry, but you have to get off of me because, with my luck, i'll hurt you one way or another and you know i don't want that." klaus stated and y/n just pouted and started to walk away. klaus immediately knew that y/n is going to be sad, so he turned around, took y/n back by her wrist. "klaus, what are you doing?" y/n squeeked when klaus lifted her up and sat her on the top of the kitchen counter. "see? much better." klaus chuckled and gave y/n small kiss on her forehead. "what's so much better?" y/n rolled her eyes playfully and kissed klaus's nose. "well, now you're not pouty and sad." klaus stated and opened the cabinet next to them. he pulled out a pack of chocolate chips and mixed it with a dough he already made. "hey y/n! i wonder if you could pass me salt?" klaus asked and looked y/n's way. "yes, of course." y/n said as she reached for the salt and almost fell of the counter. "wow, y/n, be careful!" klaus said as he reached out for her, "are you okay?" he asked as she steadied herself. "yeah, I'm fine." "okay, I'm glad." klaus smiled as he put one of his hands on y/n's waist and pulled her closer to him.

"it's so silent in here. i don't like it. i'll be right back." y/n stated and jumped off of the counter. "hey y/n! where are you going?" klaus turned around and pouted. "just going to put some music on. don't worry I'll be right back." y/n kissed klaus's nose and walked away. "and what are you going to play?" klaus asked curiously, but not even ten seconds later, he heard first tones of lady gaga’s judas and knew what was about to happen. "seriously, y/n?" klaus smirked when he saw his girlfriend dramaticaly lip-sync to the song.   "what? i can't hear you because of the lack of good music taste you have." y/n giggled and klaus gasped dramatically and put his hand on his chest. "what did you just say? i think, you will pay for this." klaus dramatically pointed finger at y/n and started to run towards her. "and by what?" y/n smirked as klaus picked her up and basically threw her on the couch. "by tickle torture." klaus let out devilish laugh, pinned y/n to the couch and immediately started to tickle her. "klaus, no!" "klaus, stop!" "no, stop please!" "so who has bad music taste?" klaus asked, stoping his torture. "well, you. but i need to pee, so get off me." y/n said and tried to get klaus off of her. "you are lucky girl right now, darling, 'cause i have to put cookies into the oven. run, but be right back." klaus pecked y/n lips and went back to kitchen.

after a minute y/n came back and put on some slow music. o children by nick cave & the bad seeds started playing and y/n walked to the kitchen. klaus already put cookies in the oven, slowly rocking from side to side. "so slow song, huh?" klaus smirked at y/n and came closer to her. "of course. at least one thing can be romantic in this relationship. exclude eating me out high and getting high together." y/n smirks and put her hands around klaus' neck and starts to slowly rock with. "ouch! this one hurts!" klaus whispered and put short, sweet kiss on y/n lips, hugging her around her waist. "you know, i didn't mean it, don't you?" y/n mumble and put her head on klaus' shoulder.

"i like this. we should do this more often." klaus smiled and closed his eyes, happy to have his girl around. "what exactly? listen to more music, bake more cookies or dancing on slow songs from harry potter." she smiles at him, slowly turning klaus to small pirouette. "i am supposed to turn YOU around, not the other way around." klaus giggled and turned y/n around. "yeah, but i liked it that way." y/n bit her lip and kissed klaus' nose. "you have no idea, how much i love you, n/n." klaus said with adoring look on his face. "i love you too, klaus! to the moon and back." y/n whispered and kissed klaus slowly.

suddenly, timer went off. both of them flinched, panting. "jesus christ! i almost had a heart attack!" y/n exclaimed. "cookies are ready!" klaus said happily and pulled them out of the oven. "so what are the plans?" y/n asked and hugged klaus from behind. "you. me. our bed. two joints. cookies and cuddling. how does it sound?" "too good to be truth. let's go!" y/n takes klaus' hand and drag him into their bedroom.

[with-love-from-hell]

Music Accompaniment for Vermillion Skies (parts 8 & 9)

For those of you who enjoyed my last posts with an official soundtrack to Vermillion Skies, here is what I listened to while writing it parts 8 and 9!

Read Vermillion Skies here

Part Eight

Scene 1

Last to Fall - Starset (Entire Scene)

Without You - Breaking Benjamin (Entire Scene)

Sound the Bugle - Bryan Adams (Entire Scene) *** {This one was my main inspiration behind this scene. It moved me so much when writing Lucifer’s emotions and faltering pride. Get ready for a tear jerker!}

I Dreamt We Spoke Again - Death Cab for Cutie (The Hallucination)

Hole in My Heart - Sleeping With Sirens (The Hallucination)

Scene 2

O’ Children - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds (Entire Scene)

Scene 3

Tesselate - Alt J (Entire Scene)

Typhoons - Royal Blood (The Letter)

Hold Your Head High - Aluna George (Waiting)

Scene 4

A Horse With No Name - Patrick Carney ft. Michelle Branch (Looking out the window)

Make Me Your Queen - Declan McKenna (Simeon)

Sowing Season (Yeah) - Brand New (Simeon’s Injuries)

Heavy - Linkin Park ft. Kiiara (Mc’s Guilt)

Best of You - Foo Fighters (I’m Sorry)

Part Nine

Scene 1

Two Against One - Danger Mouse ft. Daniele Luppi (Approaching)

Waking the Demon - Bullet for My Valentine (Mammon’s Rage)

Someday You Will Be Loved - Death Cab for Cutie (Abuse?)

Endlessly - The Anix (Broken) 

Nightmares - All Time Low (The Embryo)

Come Back to Me - Amely (Seeing Her)

Scene 2

Run - Collective Soul (Getting Dressed)

Riddles - Kensington (Entering the Dining Room)

Cosmic Love - Florence & The Machine (She Arrives)

Ceremonial (Burst into Stars) - Blaqk Audio (The Embrace)

Life’s for the Living - Passenger (Tension Relieves)

[riffheartsgraziella]

I know I’ve ready asked about Velma and Mouthpieces family life- But after reading the Snowboy and Gussie headcanon It’s got me wondering what their family life would be like- 🌝

Please, feel free to send as many asks as you’d like! Here are some headcanons for Snowboy and Gussie’s family:

- Snowboy and Gussie have five children: Henry, Francesca (Frannie), Charles (Charlie), Annette (Annie), and Nicholas (Nick).

- Everyone (especially Balkan) is shocked since Gussie always seemed like the least likely of all the girls to want a lot of kids.

- Despite her dry and sarcastic nature, Gussie is actually a very affectionate and doting mother.

- “See, Balkan? I always told ya Gus had a heart o’ gold,” Snowboy tells Balkan all the time, which just makes him roll his eyes.

- Gussie and Tat end up inheriting their uncle’s bakery after he passes away, which means that it becomes a family business. The kids grow up running around the bakery and learning how to make sweet treats from a very young age.

- Snowboy often has to reassure Gussie when she gets insecure about her figure, which obviously changes after giving birth to five children. “Ya’ll always be beautiful ta me, Gus,” he tells her, which always makes her smile.

- Frannie very much takes after Gussie in her temperament, which Balkan finds hilarious considering how well he and his niece somehow manage to get along. Annie, on the other hand, is more sweet and mild-mannered.

- Henry, Charlie, and Nick all favor Snowboy in appearance and look so similar to one another that, if it wasn’t for the age difference, people would probably have trouble telling them apart.

- As doting as she can be, Gussie is also very strict with the kids and even scolds Snowboy on occasion when he caves to their requests.

- Whenever the kids are unsure if Gussie is going to agree to something, they’ll always go to Snowboy to see if he can butter her up. “Please talk ta Mommy! Just make her laugh an’ she’ll listen ta you!”

- Most of the time, it works.

[nehmesis]

Quarantine Survey 🤍

I was tagged by @lennuieternel, thank you so much and I hope you’re well ❤️

1. Where are you isolated? (Country or city too if you like)

In Thessaloniki, Greece, which is my hometown. My sister is staying here also until she moves to her new house and it’s been hectic, but thankfully I have my bedroom to myself when I need to be alone.

2. What are you currently reading or watching?

I’m reading “The Invisible Man” by H.G. Wells. Last week I watched the Phantom of the Opera performance at Royal Albert Hall on youtube and fell in love with it ❤️

3. If you can go outside, what do you like to do during this time?

Once or twice a week I go for a walk with a friend who lives nearby. We just get some coffee and chat about everything going on with university (we also go to the same university, in the same department).

4. Any fascinating concept you’re studying?

To be honest... not right now. Classes start again next week and I hope something will enhance my interest.

5. What kinds of acts of creativity/forms of art are you currently doing?

I try to write poetry, which isn’t going very well, and work on a novel when I have time.

6. A song/s that resonates with your state of mind at the moment?  

I have been listening to “O Children” by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, which isn’t my style at all but I feel drawn to it.

7. Favourite impulsive/’bad’ coping techniques?

Feeling compelled to eat for some reason, even though I’m not hungry.

I’ll tag @elm-and-oak @historyy @thegreekmuse @morbidlilies @silk-fleur @odysscy ❤️

[buckisthatyou]

Pretend - 6

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (modern au)

Word Count: 1544

Warning: -

Summary: Prompt from  @nerds-are-cool  (x) :  There’s a person who won’t stop bugging me will you pretend to be my partner so that they’ll fuck off?

Part 5

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

Author note: Sorry for the late update. Been busy with life, preparing myself to go to uni. :’))) yikesss. So, i hope you guys enjoy this part. Have a good day! Don’t hesitate to leave feedback because I need some validation. lol 

You are in the kitchen, cleaning up your table as you just finished your lunch with Max. He has brought two boxes of pizza when he comes to your house. You wipe off the bread crunches off the table as Max throws the empty square boxes into the dustbin. The two of you just are humming along to the Nick Caves’ O Children while cleaning up the mess when all of sudden there is a knock. You lift your head, looking at the door then at Max, raising your eyebrows.

“You expecting anyone?” Max asks, walking over to you.

You shake your head, “No one other than you.”

Your eyebrows are furrowed as you try to remember if you have any other plans for today but none comes to your mind. You are about to walk to the door, welcoming anyone who comes to your place but then you stop. A voice comes from the other side of the door, “Your cookies are so goddamn good! You are amazing!”

There’s a few seconds of silence and exchanging confused look between you and Max before the both of you fall into a laugh mess.

“What the fuck was that?” Max says in between his laugh.

You shake your head as a response, walking to the door, you are hoping to see the person who is just randomly declaring their love to your cookies but you find the hallway to be empty.

“They left already.” You turn to face Max as you close the door. “It is weird.” You continue, making your way to Max who is sitting crossed legs on the floor, unpacking one of your boxes.

“What?”

“I gave the cookies to Natasha and no one else.”

“Maybe one of her friends come over and has a bite and they really love it? Your cookies are delicious though. So, it is not a surprise if someone comes to tell you how much they love the cookies.” Max says so casually as he picks up a photo frame of the two of you back when you two were in highschool.

He smiles looking at the photo.

“It has been years, isn’t it?” you say, mind is filled with thousands of memories.

Max nods. He looks up to you and smiles, showing his perfect teeth.

“I’m so glad you are here and that’s we are still friends.”

“Me too, Max. Me too.” You hug him, the two of you are getting emotional all of sudden only by a piece of old photo.

“Okay. Okay. We need to stop being sappy. Let’s get your house looks decent.” Max breaks the hug. 

He gets up and changes the playlist. “If we want to get work done, gotta listen to some upbeat music.” He grins at you. But as soon as you heard the beat of Uptown Funk, you laugh. You know there is going to be more of silly dance moves competition between you and Max rather than unpacking your stuff. But that’s fine because it means you are going to have a lot of fun with your best friend this weekend.

But when Monday comes, you are left alone by yourself. Making a simple breakfast, you sit in the living room, taking in the new look around your house, you smile. Things are more organized now thanks to your best friend for helping you out. The pictures of you and your family along with your friends from hometown have been put up on the wall and now you feel a lot more cosy.

This is home. You smile to yourself as you sip your morning coffee.

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“Yes, if anything please inform me. Thank you so much.”

You shake your hand with the contractor after you are satisfied with the progression of his work on remodelling your little café. In a week or so you can finally start your business and it makes your heart swell with proudness and happiness.

After saying goodbye and leaving the man and his team to continue their work, you make your way to the public library. Nothing is better than killing your time in a building full with books. Besides, the quiet surrounding might help you focus on creating playlists for your own coffee shop.

You are drowning in the words from the novel, too engrossed with the interesting storyline. Plus, the soft music coming from your earphones makes you completely shut the door of the reality. You don’t notice a pair of eyes watching you from the History book section. A smile creeps on the owner of the piercing blue eyes’ face after noticing your existence. Making his way to your table, his heart beating faster, signalling the turbulence in his heart. Part of his logic asks him to leave you alone but his determined heart keeps encouraging him to at least say hi to you.

“Hi.”

You are aware of the shadow of a man in front of you, looking up to the person, you are left shocked.

He smiles nervously at you, afraid he has come as rude for interrupting your time. But the lack of response from you makes him regrets his decision to talk to you. He hates that once again he loses his logic to his stupid heart.

“I’m sorry. Just umm. Goodbye.”

He turns away from you, face turns red and knuckles turn white as he holds the thick book close to his chest. He is trying to cover up the embarrassment.

“Wait!” you say to stop him from walking away. “I’m sorry I was shocked. Come join me. Umm you know if you want to.” You give him a small smile, hopefully he understands the awkward side of you.

He grins back at you, pulling out the chair, he sits in front of you. “Yeah,I-I want to.”

Seeing him opening his book to start his reading, you put your earphones back in and continue to read your own. It is hard to do so, when there’s a beautiful man before you but after a few minutes you manage to gain back your focus and you begin to live in the fantasy and drifted apart from the reality.

Not even 15 minutes the two of you sitting in front of each other, minding your own business, he whispers trying to gain your attention.

“Hey.”

Looking up to him you raise your eyebrows. “Yes?”

“Do you wanna go for a lunch?” he asks you again eyes not leaving you.

You are sure that you are doing good but once the word lunch escapes his mouth, you stomach growls, begging to be feed.

With a shy smile, you nod for a yes. He chuckles at you.

“Come on. Someone is absolutely starving.” He says as he leads the way.

The two of you walk side by side in a comfortable silence. But soon he breaks it, introducing himself.

“I’m sure I haven’t introduced myself. I’m James.”

“James.” You repeat his name, trying to get used to it. “I’m y/n.” you say, looking at him with doe eyes.

He says your name again and you find it to be attractive. You will never get enough of the way his silky yet raspy voice pronounces your name correctly.

“That’s beautiful.” He compliments you making you feel giddy inside like a schoolgirl.

But then you remember the event when you accidentally met him and ruined his relationship. You are wrapped in a guilty feeling.

“Hey, I’m sorry for messing up your relationship. Are you and your wife get to work it out? You know, this is all misunderstanding right? Please say you guys are still together and I’m not ruining your relationship.”

He looks at you weirdly before he laughs. He laughs so hard he has to stop walking, making sure he is not going to fall on the ground.

You look at him in full confusion.

“Hey what’s so funny?”

He takes a deep breath before he is able to answer you. A small chuckle still escapes from his mouth though.

“I’m not married. Where did you get the idea from? And sweetheart, you not ruining anything. In fact, you saved me. She and I, we are just not good for each other.” He gives you a shrug.

You are standing there next to him, in disbelief.

“I saw you at the store with a kid!”

“Oh yes. That. Yeah, I saw you too. You looked like you just saw a ghost because I swear you went pale as fuck.” He teases you. “Come on. Let’s go have a lunch and I’ll explain to you. If we keep standing on the street, I’m sure you’re gonna die from being too hungry.” He narrows his eyes to your stomach that somehow can’t stop rumbling. He winks at you, showing his playful side.

“Now, shall we, doll?” He offers his hand to you.

James is a charming man and with the electric blue eyes and the award winning smile he can steal anyone’s girl. And you believe that you are already falling for this handsome man before you. You shake your head, this is too dangerous. The kind of game that will break your heart but your heart is weak and stupid. So, you take his hand.

“Lead the way, James.”

Part 7

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[jaxademic]

“It’s an Old Song” | A Playlist for ENG 1131 | PLAY

A Song for (almost) Every Text We’ll Read

 Hades and Persephone (Hades POV) 

Never feel too good in crowds | With folks around, when they're playing | The anthems of rape culture loud | Crude and proud, creatures baying | All I've ever done is hide | From our times, when you're near me | Honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes | I feel like a person for a moment of my life 

o2. “Love Crime” – Siouxsie Sioux & Brian Reitzell 

 Hades and Persephone (Persephone POV) 

Oh, the skies, tumbling from your eyes | So sublime, the chase to end all time | Seasons call and fall, from grace and uniform | Anatomical and metaphysical | I will survive, live and thrive | Win this deadly game | Love crime 

 o3. “Sympathy For the Devil” – The Rolling Stones 

 Hercules and Devil!Hades 

Please allow me to introduce myself | I'm a man of wealth and taste | I've been around for a long, long year | Stole many a man's soul and faith

o4. “To Pluto’s Moon” – My Brightest Diamond 

“Orpheus and Eurydice”

How I tried to catch you while you ran ahead of me | I lassoed mars to see if you were hiding there | But you'd already ran past Jupiter to Pluto's moon | And my rope won't reach that moon | This is a state of electrical shock | You were so beautiful I thought you'd last forever | But you came and you went when the lights went out | You went like you came: In a lightning bolt 

o5. “Road to Hell” – Anais Mitchell 

Hadestown 

There was a railroad line on the road to Hell | There was a young man down on bended knee | And brother, thus begins the tale | Of Orpheus and Eurydice! | It’s a love song | It’s a tale of a love that never dies | It’s a love song | About someone who tries 

 o6. “Roxanne” – The Police 

Moulin Rouge! 

Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light | Those days are over | You don't have to sell your body to the night | Roxanne, you don't have to wear that dress tonight | Walk the streets for money | You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right 

 o7. “Haunting” – Halsey 

“Cupid and Psyche” 

 I was as pure as a river | But now I think I'm possessed | You put a fever inside me | And I've been cold since you left | I've got a boyfriend now and he's made of gold | And you've got your own mistakes in a bed at home | I'm hoping you could save me now, but you break and fold | You've got a fire inside, but your heart's so cold | Cause I've done some things that I can't speak | And I've tried to wash you away, but you just won't leave | So won't you take a breath and dive in deep? | Cause I came here so you'd come for me | I'm begging you to keep on haunting | I'm begging you to keep on haunting me 

o8. “The Beast” – Austra 

“Beauty and the Beast” 

The morning that I was born again | I was made into a beast | Am I free now, am I at peace? | Is that the ground below me, or your feet? 

o9. “Prologue” – Howard Ashman and Alan Menken 

 Disney’s Beauty and the Beast 

Instrumental 

1o. “Become the Beast” - Karliene 

 “The Tiger’s Bride” 

To capture a predator | You can't remain the prey | You have to become | An equal | In every way | So look in the mirror | And tell me, who do you see? | Is it still you? | Or is it me? | Become the beast | We don't have to hide | Do I terrify you | Or do you feel alive? | Do you feel the hunger | Does it howl inside? | Does it terrify you? | Or do you feel alive? 

11. “Hallelujah” – Jeff Buckley 

Shrek 

But baby I've been here before | I've seen this room and I've walked this floor | You know, I used to live alone before I knew ya | And I've seen your flag on the marble arch | And love is not a victory march | It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah | Hallelujah | Hallelujah | Hallelujah | Hallelujah 

12. “Marry Me” – Emilie Autumn 

“Bluebeard” 

Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and then | Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when | I was in his bed, and my father had sold me | I knew I hadn't any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do | And when I'm beheaded at least I was wedded | And when I am buried at least I was married | I'll hide my behavior with wine as my savior | But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear | What beautiful dresses and hair | I'm lucky to share his bed | Especially since I'll soon be dead 

13. “Where the Wild Roses Grow” – Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds 

“The Bloody Chamber” 

They call me The Wild Rose | But my name was Elisa Day | Why they call me it I do not know | For my name was Elisa Day | On the third day he took me to the river | He showed me the roses and we kissed | And the last thing I heard was a muttered word | As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist 

14. “O Death” – Jen Titus 

 “A Lady’s Hands Are Cold” 

 Oh, Death | Won't you spare me over another year? | But what is this that I can't see | With ice cold hands taking hold of me? | When God is gone and the Devil takes hold | Who will have mercy on your soul? | Oh, Death 

15. “Love the Way You Lie” – Skylar Grey 

Jane Eyre 

On the first page of our story | The future seemed so bright | Then this thing turned out so evil | I don't know why I'm still surprised | Even angels have their wicked schemes | And you take that to new extremes | But you'll always be my hero | Even though you've lost your mind 

16. “Crazy in Love (2014 Remix)” - Beyoncé 

Wide Sargasso Sea 

I look and stare so deep in your eyes| I touch on you more and more every time | When you leave I'm begging you not to go | Call your name two or three times in a row | Such a funny thing for me to try to explain | How I'm feeling and my pride is the one to blame | I still don't understand | Just how your love can do what no one else can 

17. “Little Red Riding Hood” – Sam the Sham and Pharaohs 

“Little Red Riding Hood” + variants 

Hey there Little Red Riding Hood | You sure are looking good | You're everything a big bad wolf could want | Listen to me | Little Red Riding Hood | I don't think little big girls should | Go walking in these spooky old woods alone 

18. “Howl” – Florence and the Machine

“The Company of Wolves” 

The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress | Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest | The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound | I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground | And howl | Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers | Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters | A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night | May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright 

19. “Lullaby” – The Cure 

“Our Neighbor’s House” 

On candy stripe legs | The Spiderman comes | Softly through the shadow of the evening sun | Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead | Looking for a victim shivering in bed 

2o. “Werewolf” – Cat Power 

“The Werewolf” 

I saw the werewolf, and the werewolf was crying | Cryin' “nobody knows, nobody knows, body knows | How I loved the man, as I teared off his clothes” | Cryin' “nobody, no, nobody knows my pain | When I see that it's risen, that full moon again” | For the werewolf, for the werewolf have sympathy | For the werewolf, somebody like you and me 

 21. “In the Woods Somewhere” – Hozier 

“Margot’s Room” 

When I awoke | The moon still hung | The night so black that the darkness hummed | I raised myself | My legs were weak | I prayed my mind be good to me | An awful noise | Filled the air | I heard a scream in the woods somewhere 

22. “Lullaby For Cain” – Sinead O’Connor 

“His Face All Red” 

Envy stole your brother’s life | Came home murdered | peace of mind | Left you nightmares on the pillow | Sleep now | Soul surrendering your soul | The heart in you not whole | For love, but love walked on | Cast into the dark | Branded with the mark | Of shame; of Cain 

 23. “Hedwig’s Theme” – John Williams 

 Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

 Instrumental 

 24. “Two Men in Love” – The Irrepressibles 

The Shoebox Project 

There's a strange love inside | It's getting louder, louder, louder, louder, louder | There's a danger I can't hide | Who I am, it's who I am | It's who I am, it's who I am | I'm in love, I'm in love 

25. BONUS: “Science Fiction/Double Feature” 

King Kong/The Creature From the Black Lagoon 

Then something went wrong | For Fay Wray and King Kong | They got caught in a celluloid jam | Then at a deadly pace | It Came From Outer Space | And this is how the message ran... | Science fiction double feature | Doctor X will build a creature | See androids fighting Brad and Janet | Anne Francis stars in Forbidden Planet | Woah oh, oh oh oh | At the late night double feature picture show 

 26. “The Mob Song” – Richard White and Cast 

King Kong 

We're not safe until he's dead | He'll come stalking us at night | Set to sacrifice our children | To his monstrous appetite | He'll wreak havoc on our village if we let him wander free | So it's time to take some action, boys | It's time to follow me | Hear him roar | See him foam | But we're not coming home | Till he's dead | Good and dead | Kill the Beast! 

 27. “Jaws Theme” – John Williams 

The Creature From the Black Lagoon 

Instrumental 

 28. What the Water Gave Me – Florence + The Machine 

The Shape of Water 

Time it took us | To where the water was | That's what the water gave me | And time goes quicker | Between the two of us | Oh, my love, don't forsake me | Take what the water gave me | Lay me down | Let the only sound | Be the overflow | Pockets full of stones | Lay me down | Let the only sound | Be the overflow 

29. “I’d Like to See The Bad Guys Win Sometime” – Margo Guryan 

“My Monster Boyfriend” 

I'd like to see the bad guy get the girl | The good guy's always such a bore | He's well-behaved and he's so sincere | But you don't even get what he gives a horse | I'd like to see the bad guys get away | They're always getting shot or hung | Wouldn't it be | Thrilling to see | A happy ending ending unhappily? | I'd like to tell the good guys `it's no sin' | To let the bad guys win | Sometime | I'd like to see the bad guys win

[vernonroche-archive]

I was tagged by @ilonavic - thank you :)

last (1-5) drink orange juice phone call my mum text msg my friend song you listened to O Children by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds time you cried yesterday ever..? (6-11) dated someone twice hell no kissed someone and regretted it hell yes been cheated on nope lost someone special yep been depressed ... gotten drunk/thrown up yep and nope fav colors (12-14) blue | green | black in the last yr have you.. (15-21) made new friends/ mutuals yep fallen out of love nope laughed until you cried yep found out someone was talking about you nope met someone who changed you not really? general (22-51) how many of your FB friends do you know irl  98% of them do you have any pets nope do you want to change your name nope what did you do for your prev. birthday I had my friend and my brother over for dinner and we watched some series what time did you wake up today 8:15 what were you doing @ midnite last night  I was reading what is something you can’t wait for the concert I’ll be going to in March  what’re you listening to atm nothing have you ever talked to a person named Tom yep something that’s getting on your nerves too many things to count most visited site facebook, tumblr, youtube hair color blonde long/ short hair medium length do you have a crush on some1 nope what do you like about yourself my perseverance want any piercings nope blood type dunno nicknames Yve relationship status in an imginary relationship with Roche zodiac scorpio pronoun(s) she/her, your majesty is fine, too fav tv/ on-air shows Vikings, GoT, Bleach tattoos? nope rightie or leftie rightie  ever had surgery nope piercings only the regular ones for earrings sports does watching football count? vacation there’s nothing planned for this year yet trainers converse moar general (52-58) eating pasta drinking a mix of water and juice i’m about to watch Vikings waiting for thing to change want sleeping for three months get married nope career something in my field of study which is better (59-65) hugs/kisses hugs lips/eyes  eyes shorter/taller taller older/younger older nice arms/ stomach the ratio between both  hookup/relationship relationship troublemaker/hesitant hesitant

have you ever (66-75) kissed a stranger nope drank hard liquor yep lost glasses nope turned someone down yep sex on 1st date nope broken a heart dunno had your heart broken nope been arrested  nope cried when someone died yep... fallen for a friend nope do you believe in.. (76-81) yourself sometimes miracles yep love @ first sight nope santa clause nope kiss on a 1st date don’t care angels yep

other (82-85) best friend’s name  Nadine eye color greenish fav movie LotR - The Return of the King fav actor Stephen Dillane

[marauders1971-1978]

Extra-Ultra Playlist Of Marauders’ Stuff

That I compiled out of all the songs on my spotify rather than updating my fanfic

Lily and James:

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow – Ben E King / The Shirelles

Twist and Shout – The Beatles

Dreams – Fleetwood Mac

Do You Love Me – The Contours

God Only Knows – The Beach Boys

Happy Together – The Turtles

Be My Baby – The Ronettes

My Girl – Otis Reading

Love On A Mountain Top – Robert Knight

I’m In Love – Lovelites

Don’t Go – Wretch 32, Josh Kurma

Where Did Our Love Go? – Soft Cell

You’re The Best Ting – Style Council

Somewhere In My Heart – Aztec Camera

The Bones of You – Elbow

Starlings – Elbow

Perfect – Fairground Attraction

Stand By Me – Ben E King

There She Goes – The La’s

If I Can’t Have You – Yvonne Elliman

Sea of Love – Cat Power

Build Me Up Buttercup – The Foundations

Don’t You Want Me – The Human League

You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet – Bachman Turner Overdrive

Time After Time – Eva Cassidy

Don’t Feel Like Dancin’ – Scissor Sisters

Who’s That Girl – Eurythmics

I Say A Little Prayer – Aretha Franklin

Can You Feel The Love Tonight – Elton John

Don’t Go Breaking My Heart – Elton John, Kiki Dee

Reminder – Mumford & Sons

Brown Eyed Girl – Van Morrison

To Be With You – Mr Big

Lovely Day – Bill Withers

Rock The Boat – Hues Corporation

Love Really Hurts Without You – Billy Ocean

It’s In His Kiss – Linda Lewis

Bye Bye Baby – Bay City Rollers

Middle of The Bed – Lucy Rose

Home – Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeroes

Coconut Skins – Damien Rice

Dogs – Damien Rice

Rock With You – Michael Jackson

Tiny Dancer – Elton John

True – Spandau Ballet

Wake Up Boo – The Boo Radleys

Shape Of You – Ed Sheeran

Your Song – Elton John

Hello, I Love You – The Doors

Ho Hey – The Lumineers

Ain’t Nobody – Chaka Kahn

Take On Me – A-ha

Sweet Caroline – Neil Diamond

Just Can’t Get Enough – Depeche Mode

It Must Be Love – Madness

Bubble Toes – Jack Johnson

Banana Pancakes – Jack Johnson

More Than This – Roxy Music

Over You – Roxy Music

Oh Yeah! – Roxy Music

Midas Touch – Midnight Star

She Moves In Her Own Way – The Kooks

Everything – Michael Buble

Loving You – Paolo Nutini

Jenny Don’t Be Hasty – Paolo Nutini

Forever My Friend – Ray Lamontagne

Got My Mind Set On You – George Harrison

Rhythm Composer – Villagers

God Only Knows – The Beach Boys

Wouldn’t It Be Nice – The Beach Boys

When I’m Sixty-Four – The Beatles

From Me To You – The Beatles

I’m Sticking With You – The Velvet Underground

Only Love – Ben Howard

Diamonds – Ben Howard

Everywhere – Fleetwood Mac

Mardy Bum – Arctic Monkeys

Lover, You Should’ve Come Over – Jeff Buckley

Hallelujah – Jeff Buckley

Lilac Wine – Jeff Buckley

Listen to the Man – George Ezra

Leaving It Up To You – George Ezra

Barcelona – George Ezra

Blame It On Me – George Ezra

Under the Influence – James Morrison

Delicate – Damien Rice

If You Ever Want To Be In Love – James Bay

You Give Me Something – James Morrison

Better Man – James Morrison

 Remus and Sirius:

The Fear – Lily Allen

You Make It Real – James Morrison

When Does Cry – Prince

Puncture Repair – Elbow

The Night Will Always Win – Elbow

Lean on Me – Ben E King

Suddenly I See – KT Tunstall

Better Together – Jack Johnson

Everybody’s Changing – Keane

Have A Nice Day – Stereophonics

Common People – Pulp

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) – Eurythmics

After the Storm – Mumford & Sons

Little Lion Man – Mumford & Sons

Viva La Vida – Coldplay

I Am Not A Robot – Marina and the Diamonds

Rootless Tree – Damien Rice

O’ Children – Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Seven Wonders – Fleetwood Mac

Ever Fallen In Love With Someone (You Shouldn’t Have Fallen In Love With) – Buzzcocks

You Can Call Me Al – Paul Simon

Some Nights – Fun

Friend Of Ours – Elbow

The Night Will Always Win – Elbow

What You Know – Two Door Cinema Club

Last Request – Paolo Nutini

Tainted Love – Soft Cell

Eternal Life – Jeff Buckley

Dance Away – Roxy Music

Heart of Glass – Blondie

Deeper Underground – Jameroquai

White Flag – Dido

I Wish I Was James Bond – Scouting For Girls

Crazy – Gnarls Barkley

Twice – Catfish and the Bottlemen

Sit Down – James

Steady and She Goes – The Ranconteurs

Shine On – The Kooks

Autumn – Paolo Nutini

Million Faces – Paolo Nutini

Livewire – Fyfe Dangerfield

We’re Not Right – David Gray

I Need – Maverick Sabre

Hold You In My Arms – Ray Lamontagne

Shelter – Ray Lamontagne

Pieces – Villagers

Set The Tigers Free – Villagers

The Meaning of the Ritual – Villagers

Becoming A Jackal – Villagers

The Waves – Villagers

Patience – Take That

A Well Respected Man – The Kinks

The Recluse – Plan B

Promise – Ben Howard

Black Flies – Ben Howard

Keep Your Head Up – Ben Howard

The Fear – Ben Howard

The Wolves – Ben Howard

Goodbye, Apathy – OneRepublic

Take Me To Church – Hozier

Wild Thing – Noah and the Whale

Anarchy in the UK – Sex Pistols

Baby Can I Hold You – Tracy Chapman

Dream Brother – Jeff Buckley

Changes – Will Young

Heartbeats – Jose Gonzalez

 Lily and Severus:

How Long – Paul Carrack

Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me – Elton John, George Michael

Hard to Say I’m Sorry – Chicago

Leaders of the Free World – Elbow

Mirrorball – Elbow

Puncture Repair – Elbow

Stand By Me – Ben E King

Lean on Me – Ben E King

Ain’t No Sunshine – Bill Withers

Always Take The Weather With You – The Booze Bros

L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N. – Noah and the Whale

Everybody’s Changing – Lily Allen

She’s Always A Woman – Billy Joel

Time After Time – Eva Cassidy

Jealousy – Will Young

Your Love Keeps Lifting Me (Higher and Higher) – Jackie Wilson

I Want You Back – The Jackson 5

Roll Away Your Stone – Mumford & Sons

Nobody – ELIZA

Wild World – Mr Big

Everyday Is Like Sunday – Morrisey

If There’s Any Justice – Lamar

Leave Right Now – Will Young

Don’t You (Forget About Me) – Simple Minds

World Shut Your Mouth – Julian Cope

What Time Do You Call This? – Elbow

Gone, Gone, Gone – Robert Plant and Alison Krauss

Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep – Middle of the Road

Jealous Guy – Roxy Music

Breakfast At Tiffany’s – Deep Blue Something

Sunday Girl – Blondie

Heart of Glass – Blondie

Golden Touch – Razorlight

Hanging On Too Long – Duffy

White Lies – Paolo Nutini

These Streets – Paolo Nutini

Rewind – Paolo Nutini

We’re Not Right – David Gray

My Oh My – David Gray

Please Forgive Me – David Gray

I Can Never Be – Maverick Sabre

Open My Eyes – Maverick Sabre

Trouble – Ray Lamontagne

Home – Villagers

Ship of Promises – Villagers

My Lighthouse – Villagers

Just Friends – Amy Winehouse

Yesterday – The Beatles

Somewhere Only We Know – Keane

Gracious – Ben Howard

The Line – Noah and The Whale

Wild Thing – Noah and the Whale

How You Remind Me – Nickleback

Fall For Anything – The Script

Talk You Down – The Script

We Cry – The Script

You Could Be Happy – Snow Patrol

Little Lies – Fleetwood Mac

I Know It’s Over – The Smiths

Last Goodbye – Jeff Buckley

Who Am I – Will Young

Breakaway – George Ezra

Did You Hear The Rain? – George Ezra

The Pieces Don’t Fit Anymore – James Morrison

 Marauders:

I Predict A Riot – Keiser Chiefs

Pass Out – Tinie Tempah

Trouble Maker – Olly Murs, Flo Rida

Friday I’m In Love – The Cure

Dance Wiv Me – Dizzie Rascal, Calvin Harris

Hey Ya! – OutKast

Take Me Out – Franz Ferdinand

Mr Blue Sky – Electric Light Orchestra

Enola Gay – Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark

1999 – Prince

Lippy Kids – Elbow

One Day Like This – Elbow

My Sad Captains – Elbow

Weather to Fly – Elbow

Station Approach – Elbow

Together in Electric Dreams – The Human League

Walking On Sunshine – Katrina & The Waves

L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N. – Noah and the Whale

Good People – Jack Johnson

Come On Eileen – Dexy’s Midnight Runners

Good Vibrations – The Beach Boys

Teenage Kicks – The Undertones

Beautiful Day – U2

You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet – Bachman Turner Overdrive

Don’t Stop Believin’ – Journey

December 1963 (Oh What A Night) – The Family

I Will Wait – Mumford & Sons

More Than A Feeling – Boston

Stole The Show – Kygo, Parson James

September – Earth, Wind & Fire

Off The Wall – Michael Jackson

Life Is A Rollercoaster – Ronan Keating

Gold – Spandau Ballet

Bitter Sweet Symphony – The Verve

We Are Young – Fun

Everybody Wants To Rule The World – Tears For Fears

K2 – Elbow

Head for Supplies – Elbow

Dancing in the Moonlight – Toploader

Here Comes The Sun – The Beatles

Night Fever – Bee Gees

California Dreamin’ – The Mammas and the Pappas

Feel Good Inc. – Gorillaz

1973 – James Blunt

Half The World Away – Oasis

I Need A Holiday – Scouting For Girls

Keep On Walking – Scouting For Girls

Never Miss A Beat – Kaiser Chiefs

Paradise – Coldplay

Candy – Paolo Nutini

Make It Better – Gary Nock

Shine – Take That

Ride Wit Me – Nelly, City Spud

Handlebars – Flobots

Inbetween Days – The Cure

Expectations – Belle & Sebastian

Old Pine – Ben Howard

5 Years’ Time – Noah and the Whale

Old Joy – Noah and the Whale

Waiting For My Chance To Come – Noah and the Whale

Just Me Before We Met – Noah and the Whale

Give It All Back – Noah and the Whale

Tonight’s The Kind of Night – Noah and the Whale

Life is Life – Noah and the Whale

Holidays In The Sun – Sex Pistols

All Star – Smash Mouth

Jesus is a Rochdale Girl – Elbow

Don’t Stop – Fleetwood Mac

Express Yourself – Labrinth

Let The Sun Shine – Labrinth

Riptide – Vance Joy

Dog Days Are Over – Florence and the Machine

Older Chests – Damien Rice

Eskimo – Damien Rice

Big Bad World – Kodaline

Brand New Day – Kodaline

If anyone wants them as actual Spoitfy playlists do ask, cos I’m always a slut for wasting my time