#mazzy listens

[mazzy-rockstar]

The last Beatles song

Now and then is the Beatles’ official swan song. It was written and sung by John Lennon, but never fully finished. Thanks to AI, the Beatles can reunite once more 40 years later

[darylsdeadboy]

🏹 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 to have a life in a little rundown cabin with him and dog 🐾 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

[murcielagozz]

what are they listening?

[lamoobsessions]

In the embers of light, I see my love for you.

Newt x Reader(f)

Summary:  Set at the Safe Haven, two people hopelessly infatuated carry a conversation of memories and the act of starting over again.

A/N: First time posting on here, so bear with me if I mess something up. Any sort of feedback is appreciated! <3 <3 <3

Warnings: No use of y/n, no reader-specific descriptions, she/her pronouns. 

Word Count: 1k

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The fire crackled and popped, emanating a soft warmth in the cool night. The flames whisked in the breeze that carried off the ocean water. It was amazing the fire was still lit. The flames held a miraculous vitality, even after the continuous hours it had been burning and with little attention it had been given. 

As captivating as it was, there was something greater catching Newt's eyes -or rather someone. And that someone sat only a few inches away from him, staring intrinsically at the fire. He watched as the light danced in her eyes, illuminating every feature, every detail. Her knees to her chest and arms loosely slunk over her legs, evidently relaxed -comfortable with her surroundings. 

This wasn’t always a normal occurrence. It used to be an unfamiliar feeling, almost distant, as if comfortability itself was only a mere idea. Surely, they thought, a feeling like that was no longer felt in a world like their own. No, it would be near impossible to feel such a thing ever again. 

But here they are, sitting side by side in each other's company, not a pint of unease to be felt. Unless you considered the fluttering feeling Newt had whenever he was around her. Then, maybe there was some unease, but it’s not an unwarranted feeling. He welcomed this feeling with open arms, accepting it as a feeling of admiration. 

“Do you think memories still exist when you forget them?”

The question seemingly comes out of nowhere. Her eyes don’t even deter from the fire when she speaks, as if she hadn’t meant to ask the question outloud. 

“Where is this coming from?” He questions. 

She shrugs, mindlessly drawing small circles in the sand. It seemed the question wasn’t one derived from a sense of melancholy, but rather from a genuine curiosity. 

He smiles to himself, looking back to the fire as he ponders her question. “I’m not sure,” he answers honestly. “I’d like to think so. I’d like to think things don’t just disappear when we forget’em. They’ll still live on in someone else’s memory. Or If not in someone else’s then I’m sure it’s still there, you just can’t see it.”

There’s a moment of silence as she considered his answer, thinking it over, comparing it to an opinion of her own. 

“You think it’s possible to retrieve those lost memories?” She adds. 

“Maybe, if you try hard enough.”

The girl turned towards him with a look that clearly stated she wasn’t satisfied with that answer. 

He huffs with a laugh and perches his arms behind him, propping up his back. Amused by her persistence. “I suppose it’s a matter of significance. How important that moment was, what happened, when it happened, where it happened, stuff like that.” He thinks out loud, looking into the ocean for stability. “That is to say if half your memories weren’t taken from you in the first place.”

At that she laughs, and he feels a sense of pride that he could be the cause of such a wonderful sound. “Yeah, I know there is no retrieving those…I just mean,” She pauses a moment, looking down to the sand. “-moments like this. I don’t want to forget this moment but if I do, I'd hope it wouldn't go away forever.”

He nudges her side lightly. “Well, there’s no need to worry about that. I’m here too. I’ll make sure to hold on to it for you in case you forget.”

“Thanks.” She replies, nudging him in the side in return. “On the contrary, I have this weird distaste towards the term ‘unforgettable’. I think it’s because of the whole memory removal thing. Like, maybe there was a time before all this where I deemed something as ‘unforgettable’. But little did I know I’d be sitting here now, not having a clue what that moment was.”

“So, you don’t think something can be unforgettable?”

“Not necessarily. But usually for me when something is unforgettable it’s a bad thing.”

Newt knew all too well what she meant by that. His mind always seemed to favor trauma over moments of delight. 

“Maybe we need to start makin' more positive ‘unforgettables’ from now on then."

“Yeah," She mutters. "Maybe we do.”

A silence fills the air as the two of them reveled in the other's presence. Comforted by the fact that they have each other. With the ocean waves crashing in the distance and the flickering light of the fire, the serene scene almost made it too easy to let all their concerns melt away.

“I must admit, it’d be hard to forget moments like this. Moments with you, I mean.” She confesses, avoiding all possible eye contact. 

Though, Newt looks to her, a flattered yet nervous smile on his lips. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she confirms meekly. “I enjoy your company. When I’m with you things seem… easier. Like, life seems to become a little more bearable -and I know how dark and weirdly cheesy that sounds, but it’s true… You make me feel secure.”

Her sudden sentiments struck him, making his ears and cheeks run warm. 

Her words weren’t something new to Newt. He had known the impact they had on each other for a while. There was always this unspoken bond. A sort of mutual understanding that they needed each other. Not in a sense of co-dependency but more of a fidelity -a reassurance that they would always have each other. 

In spite of all that, the reason her sentiments struck Newt was because of her tone. There was a sense of timidity to her words, similar to one of a confession.  

“You make me feel secure too -and I’m not just saying that cause you said it. I mean it, you-” He babbles, trying to formulate his thoughts into words. “You mean a lot to me. Honestly, I don’t know what I would do with you.”

Their gazes meet and she smiles. “You probably would be off your wits by now.” She teases. “You know, dealing with Minho and Thomas is not a one-man task.”

He chuckles. “Bloody right on that one.” He looks back to the ocean, hoping to find the right words hidden in the waves. “I’m serious though. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone quite like you. You’re… astonishing.”

Her features soften, sparking a light in her eyes. 

He refuses himself to look her way, afraid he’ll lose all control and let his thoughts spill. However, he doesn’t need to see her to know a smile is still prevalent on her face. He can feel it radiating off her, like the warmth from the fire, like the salt on his skin -like her hand now holding his. 

… 

The gesture felt natural to her. Laying her hand on top of his, she squeezes it tight as if to extend a gratuity towards his declaration. She then follows his gaze to the dark ocean water, watching the waves fold in the night. 

“I actually think it would be hard to forget this moment.”

He hums in question, now feeling it is finally safe to look her way. “Would you say it’s unforgettable?”

A grin sneaks on her lips as she cuts her eyes.  “Mm, not yet.”

Now fully turning towards the boy, who appears to be choked on words, the girl’s smile softens. Her eyes flicker to his lips, as if to test the water. He seems to get the implication immediately, leaning in closer to close the space between them. A hand sneaks up her neck as another hovers over her waist. Their lips meet halfway.

Just as fast as the kiss began, it stopped. Foreheads pressed against one another, her hand resting on his cheek, brushing light strokes under his eyes. “I guess it is now,” she breaths, unable to form any other words. 

“You guess?” He teases. 

A laugh bubbles in her throat, nodding her head once. “I guess.”

Newt pulls her back instantly, simmering in the newly created warmth between them. Her lips curve upward as his does the same. 

With desire so plentiful and the stars above abound, there would be no possible way to forget a moment like this. At least, that is what she believed. They would venture this new paradise together, side by side, hand-in-hand -metaphorically and physically. 

Though these roads are uncharted, they feel quite tranquil. She felt that something as easy as this would never be topped. 

An air of silence separates them now. The two of them mindlessly admiring the other under the silver moonlight. The girl didn’t think Newt looked real. The way his skin soothed in the light. The way his hair weaved through the salty breeze. How his eyes seemed to consume her whole. She thought he looked more like a depiction of an angel rather than a boy.

“Don’t smile at me like that.” He marveled coyly.

“Like what?”

“Like…that.”  He gestures slightly towards her before turning to the passing fire. 

She takes another moment to indulge herself with his appearance. Loving the feeling he invokes in her heart. Scooting closer to him, she rests her head lightly on his shoulder. “I’ll smile at you all I want.”

She feels a chuckle vibrate in his chest as he rests his head atop of hers. “Fine.” He relents, although it wasn’t much of a retaliation in the first place. 

“Fine,” She nudges her head in closer. 

Together they sit on the cool sand and breath in the salt air, watching as the fire’s light begins to dim. Only charred wood, fluffy ashes, and flickering sparks remained. As if the fire's job was done for the night.

Just before her eyes began to flutter shut, a pair of lips pecked her forehead. 

Maybe Newt was right. There was still much more left for them in this life. They’ve given so much in such little time. Now… it was time to receive. It was time to make new unforgettable moments. 

They would be okay.

[manicpixistonergirl]

when mazzy star starts a song with electric guitar picking, prolonged organ chords, & an erratic beat…you know you’re about to ascend

[anhonest-puck]

if i don’t get to dance with my partner in the kitchen, on a late night, making spaghetti to this song:

then what even is the point 😞 /hj

(the spaghetti might be burnt, but that’s not the point)

[beans-and-shet]

A tender moment of comfort

[angelswim64]

look on down from the bridge

[fairysongs]

yall this song…. my brain is buzzing a spencer reid fic rn….. Will Be Working On This Tonight After Work…

[b1issb4by]

never thought the words 'mazzy star' would grace his unworthy lips but here we are

[doomedgrrrlblog]

slow like honey, fiona apple // fade into you, mazzy star

[mazzy-rockstar]

[postpunkblunt]

I was really into that song when it came out. I was probably 13-14. It hit me like a truck. I’ve always been a big fan. -Paul Banks, on 'Fade into You'

[morrizarek]

I need new music to listen to. What the hell is doorsdoors on loop for days on end.

[swanerotica]

girlhood is sitting by the window

and eating berries

[boardboxes]

yet another year as my top three being Mitski, phoebe , and boygenius