#slowdance on the inside

[thesaturdayb0y]

i want to hear you scream you like me better on my knees

SO LET US PRAAAAAAY SO LET US PRAAAAAAY

[prettyboypistol]

TF2 Mercs x Romantic M!Reader

Scout

Has never had anyone pull out the stops for him. He's the youngest of 7, his life has been full of hand-me-downs and overlooking.

When you hand him a bouquet of roses he actually fucking cries.

Dinner, a movie while holding hands, cuddling under the stars? God, he feels like a princess in a disney movie and you're his prince charming

Soldier

He's touched, really, he is! But has a hard time expressing it. He gives you a big ol' kiss and thanks you with a smile, but is lowkey pretty awkward when you offer to dance with him.

He looooved the homecooked dinner you made for him- after all, restaurants aren't really his scene. Course after course if just amazing!

Afterwards, you convince him to slowdance/cuddledance with you while whispering sweet nothings into his ear. He blushed so hard you can feel the heat on his cheeks.

Pyro

OH MY GOD??? ALL THIS FOR ME??? THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!

Well, that's what you think they signed to you as they blubbered tearfully and hugged you. You decorated the recreation room with streamers of deep red and had a bowl of icecream to share while watching a movie!

Their favorite part is when you lit the streamers on fire, making a brief flaming heart.

Demoman

What's better than a roadtrip and sightseeing in a new place? You two snuck out and drove to Dallas for a long weekend out. It took you eons to convince the Administrator for a long weekend too, so it was extra heartfelt!

Big foods, big hats, and big inside jokes nobody else will understand, most of all- you take Demoman out to light fireworks in the desert. Big ones.

With all the clamoring to see the light show, Demoman is elated to kiss you in public with nobody noticing.

Engineer

Going to his favorite museum of engineering and listening to him talk is what Dell found most heartstopping. That dopey look of love as you listened intently had him in a chokehold.

Brushing the backs of your hands together feels more scandalous than holding your hand as you give him a teasing wink.

After, you cook his favorite meal? "Oh darlin', you're an angel."

Heavy

Doesn't know how to react at first, insisting he doesn't need to be spoiled. Then you pull out the handknitted mittens with bear paws on the inside and he's all the way on board to let you spoil him like a king.

You get a thank you kiss for everything you do, a promise to repay the favor later (;P) with every surprise you give him.

Oh boy does he, the more you love on Heavy, the more he loves on you.

Sniper

Survivalist camping with him over the weekend is how you win his heart. He sees you fishing at the crack of dawn and you just smile at him and hand him a pole. The comfortable silence has him blushing like a poppy.

Play wrestle this man. Play wrestle him and win. Pin this man to the ground with a playful yet exerting smile and he will never forget the moment until the day he does and then some. Then kiss him. Do it.

Spy

Ah, a nice restaurant where he doesn't have to worry about the bill, a gala where he doesn't have to assassinate anyone, and a handsome man he isn't obligated to sleep with for information- this is the perfect date!

He's quite the flirt as well, but as long as you can keep up with him, you'll win out in the end with your romance attack modifiers of the date on your side.

Dancing with him is a must, even if you're bad, it's still overwhelmingly charming to Spy.

Medic

YOU BOUGHT HIM NEW SYRINGES AFTER HIS OLD ONES SNAPPED???? AWWW YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE!!!

Much like Spy, Medic loves a fancy dinner and dancing, but he likes the thrill of a mission to help digest his food. That's why you two break into the blood donation truck and take some especially weird samples of blood that you find.

While the police chase you, you two share a kiss. Be gay, do crime!

[solarpunkani]

I think it'd be fun to imagine a solarpunk society where most buildings come with a greenhouse, whether its attached or a separate but nearby structure, and people take great pride in their greenhouses' looks and vibe.

Like imagine personalizing your/your family's greenhouse, and visiting your friends' greenhouses. How you use it in different seasons, what you have growing in it, the spaces dedicated to hanging out.

Imagine you go to a friend's house and they have a greenhouse with green and yellow panels interspersed, light shining through the glass and onto a nice warm floor on a spring day. There's a rug and some pillows tucked into the corner with a small table, so you can sit or pull up a chair to enjoy snacks or just hang out.

You go to another friend's. Their greenhouse is dedicated to output, with dwarf citrus trees and strawberries and peppers and tomatoes and herbs growing in neat little pots on the tables. Some of them will be planted in the beds outside, some will be given to friends, some will live their whole lives within the glass walls and be perfectly happy. Sometimes your friend opens the panels, and the greenhouse comes to life with all kinds of butterflies and bees stopping by to visit.

There's a nice greenhouse by the library, which has a few fragrant herbs and tea plants growing inside, but is mostly a cozy space. A nice table and a few chairs are inside, for students who like to use the space to study or hang out together. There's one great big chair that's nestled in the perfect spot to read in the warm sunlight, or to listen to the sound of gentle rains tapping against the glass in summer. In fall and winter, they keep a healthy supply of warm hot cocoa and coffee for visitors to enjoy, but in the summer you're more likely to find fresh lemonade.

You know someone who uses their greenhouse as more of a gathering place, its perfect for parties. Plenty of tables and chairs, string lights along the walls so get-togethers can last well into the night. The various panels in pink, orange, and yellow make the room feel magical as light filters through.

Some families turn their greenhouses over to the kids quite early, and it quickly becomes a place full of toys, tiny seedlings of their favorite flowers in colorful pots, a few study books tucked away in a study corner. Or a popular hangout spot for them and their friends to post up with snacks after school.

A few couples may grow a few plants, but keep the area mostly clear--perfect for times where they just want to turn on a small radio, and slowdance with one another well into the night.

And your greenhouse? You can use it however you'd like after all, make it your own.

[1800titz]

FETISH | Spanko!Harry x Neighbor!Reader (5)

The one where you and Harry are neighbors in an apartment complex, he's got a bunny called Snuggles, he makes softcore porn spanking people (it's a REALLY LOUD HOBBY), and you have definitely called the police for a domestic disturbance next door continued

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You watch him, stood in his kitchen with one hand planted on the counter. The way his pink tongue slips out across his lips as he waits, and—

This man is bunnies. The offer lining the bands of his gaze like hope smelting into muskeg green. Untamed, playful charisma fused with quiet, unassuming kindness. 

And the paradox that makes you feverish like a sickness— this man, in another circumstance, demands control. 

That’s how you end up at the dinner table for two, with a slice of the pasta bake on the plate in front of you. It’s orange, and eccentric in the way nuanced white wouldn’t be, the way your dishes are, and it’s Harry. And you don’t really, actually know this man at all, but somehow it makes sense. 

It’s awkward, but it’s not him; his demure oozes something charismatic, unbeknownst. Saturated with ease enough in conversational small talk, and he makes enough eye contact to stifle the choppy motions of this slowdance. 

It’s awkward because you’re awkward. Blinking up at him from under the canopy of your lashes in increments under the jaundiced glow of the lamp. Inkpools mostly, perpetually anchored to your fork. 

It’s just—

You swallow. The food is good. You can’t complain— you get a free dinner (homecooked, as opposed to the canned soup you would have dug out of your pantry and stuffed into the yellow mouth of the microwave), and you get a pretty view of a looker, but. Maybe part of it is the sticky guilt webbing across your nonchalance. 

You’re not going to ask. You don’t plan to ask. You don’t really plan anything— always playing it by ear, always staggering over your own feet into impulse. 

But you’re a ticking time bomb. Sticking your hands under your legs to stop them from skirting through things that don’t belong to you for answers, legs crossed so it takes more steps to get up from the couch for the duration of the whole hour you spent house-sitting. 

But it comes out when your ankle bouncing under the table isn’t enough to quell the weight of your tongue anymore. 

“What’s the… appeal?”

You swallow. The sound of his fork clicking against the plate— metal on ceramic— is at least slightly louder than the way your heart thrums up into your throat.

“Appeal of what?”

You maybe can’t look at him. Not entirely, can’t meet his eye— such a weird question; stupid, stupid— so you just swallow again and contemplate nervously laughing to snub the mushrooming stretch of lull. Nevermind. Picking through the food doesn’t help and magically retract the inquiry. 

“What you do,” is what you finally settle on. 

Your gaze flickers up briefly, and you expect him to look a little bashful, a little uncomfortable, pink tingeing the crests of his cheekbones— the perfect out for that nervous laugh (sorry, I shouldn’t have asked)— but he’s just. Looking at you. Entirely un-rubescent, and maybe it’s the smear of the incandescent lighting, the ease of being submerged by his own belongings, that makes him look so casual (you: the opposite). Your throat feels dry. Parched. Entirely absolved of what’s been soaking on the back of your tongue now that you’ve let it spill, and the longer you sit still there, knowing he’s just looking at you—

You pick the glass of water in front of you up and take a drink.

“I don’t know,” he muses, gnawing into his lip, gaze pensive, “what is the appeal?”

It almost feels like an accusation. Some sort of inside joke that you’re not in on. Something bristles in your chest as you set the glass back into place, throat bobbing as you swallow down what you’ve siphoned in two, thick gulps. Your eyes flash. 

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking.”

The corners of his mouth tick as he picks through his food, gaze cast thoughtfully to the plate. But it’s easy— again. Sangfroid. Nearly amused.

“It’s different for different people.”

(At you. At the way you’re indisputably, almost squirming in your chair, and the fat, looming cloud of paranoia persuades you that he knows… something.)

“It’s like BDSM, right?” you tread carefully. Cautious-ish; that’s an overbearingly personal question— digging the prongs through a chunk of cheese: “Is that what it is, for you?”

You swallow again when he doesn’t immediately answer. Now, you think, he’s blushing. All roseate in the face, thrown off kilter by the way you dredge into otherwise unspoken intimacies, and you wouldn’t blame him— you’re toeing at the thought of apologizing, then, consider backtracking altogether—

“Are you asking how I like my sex?” 

Against all presuppositions, his grin is wolfish. This incipient crescent that smears wider and curls higher around the corners of his teeth, when you don’t immediately respond, making your heart thrum a little faster. 

Teasing. He’s teasing you.

“Uh��“

You blink. Your heart lurches further up into your throat. For a second, it feels like you’re suffocating on your own pulse. You’re not sure when the table flipped into a one-eighty from under you, but he kisses his teeth and sits back, so unco to the semi-timid mien you’ve become acquainted with.

“Nosy, nosy, nosy.”

And it’s then that you grasp it in its full borders— the shape of this thing you thought you knew— that of course, you’ve only been scraping at the surface. Of course, somehow, there’s tendrils tying in the empty space between the soft tissues of the Harry you know and the Harry online. A kind of middle ground where inkblots mounted in green don’t shy away under the thicket of his dark eyelashes. Not soaked in a coat of vulnerability— where he doesn’t stick his hands into his pockets at the word sex or the connotations of spanking. 

[lil-elle]

Haven't seen this one yet and this is like my favourite cliché ever so

XIKERS Reaction to the Boyfriend Shirt Trope

(You wearing their oversized shirts without pants)

pairs: bf!xikers x fem!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

word count: 807

content: nsfw implications

a/n: repost !!

Minjae:

- Once his eyes spot you in his shirt, they wouldn't leave you

- Literally 👁👁

- His shirt definitely isn't as long as you think it is, so he WILL be staring at your thighs and if anything he'd be staring even harder if you turned around

- He'd never say it but he'd love it sooo much (and it would lowkey turn him on like crazy)

- Would leave his shirts lying around in hopes you'll wear them

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Junmin:

- Jaw: dropped, cheeks: red, thighs: clenched

- Wouldn't stare for too long because he's trying to stay sane and not immediately try and rip it off you

- Would die at the thought that you smell like him

- Would definitely insist that you keep all his shirts you wear (you'd end up owning his whole wardrobe)

- If you wore any of his tank tops the door would be locked sooo fast

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Sumin:

- All his shirts are massive and super comfy

- He'd instantly become clingy and super playful - that simple gesture of wearing his clothes would just make him so heart eyes

- He wouldn't even be thinking dirty thoughts. Somehow you in less clothes like that makes his heart feel so full and complete, he just wants to slowdance with you

- Would never want to wash or wear his shirts ever again after you've worn them

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Jinsik:

- BLUSHESSSS

- Would make him feel so domestic, like you're actually his wife, not just his girlfriend

- Would silently waddle over to you, face all red, and just cuddle you with his face buried in your shoulder

- Actually glued to you

- He'd never ever get used to it

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Hyunwoo:

- Might ACTUALLY die

- Would become a stuttery mess

- Would be afraid to touch you, like he'd be breaking the rules doing it as if you're some ancient art piece

- Secretly wants to smother you in kisses because he thinks you're the cutest thing on this planet

- Would constantly be thinking "She's mine??? Like all mine??? ??????" Literally can't believe you belong to him

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Junghoon:

- Two words: RED EARS

- He'd try to act like he doesn't care, but you'd see him glancing over at you every 2 minutes

- If you went up to him and tried to ask him something or just talk, he could NOT keep eye contact, they'd totally be roaming

- He also wouldn't take in a single thing you're saying, he'd just be nodding

- At bedtime he'd fall asleep wrapped around you so fast, smiling too himself now that your back is turned and you can't see him

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Seeun:

- TOUCHY, showering you in compliments (also his shirts would be so massive and comfy)

- "You look extra pretty like that my love~" "You should dress like this all the time~"

- If you're sitting together, his hand will be on your thigh, and if you're standing, his hands will be on your waist (he'd love being able to feel how your hips curve into your waist through the thin fabric of the shirt)

- He wouldn't be shy about how his eyes are always tracing your figure and he'd love when you notice and blush

- The moment you leave his sight he's leaning against the wall with his face in his hands, internally freaking out

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Yujun:

- BLUSHING BLUSHING BLUSHING

- It'd take him a moment to notice that the shirt you're wearing is his, and even longer to notice that you're ONLY wearing his shirt

- Would cover his eyes telling you to put some pants on but he's actually giggling like crazy on the inside

- Would feel so happy that you feel so comfortable around him

- Every glimpse he gets of your thighs would make him feel like his head was going to explode

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Hunter:

- Would be in the middle of a sentence when he turns around and notices what your wearing. Cue widest smile known to man

- He'd treat you like even more of a princess then he already does, lifting you up in a bridal carry and placing you on the bed so delicately before asking if you want him to get you anything

- Even he'd be surprised about how wrapped around your finger you'd make him, chuckling to himself when he's alone

- You'd catch him staring at you with the biggest heart eyes but he wouldn't look away, just smile

- At bedtime he'd pepper your face with kisses while telling you how cute you look and how much he loves you

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Yechan:

- Would immediately go into protective feral cat mode

- "Only I'm allowed to see you like this!"

- Would nuzzle up to you at every chance, wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing you

- Another one that'd be obsessed with the fact you're wrapped in his scent

- Would fall asleep that night imagining your life together years in the future when you two are married and have a family

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♡♡♡♡♡♡

TAGLIST:

@hyunromi @chocoeon @hyunukitty @minjaezed

[ivypie07]

“Sleepwaltz, sweetheart

Ragtime big time inside of my mind

Slowdance, romance

Let's you and I tango in rewind”

{got this AMAZING DELICIOUS comm by my pookie @teavibesaf 💖 her redesign of Alastor had me in a chokehold OUGH 💜❤️}

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[neighbourhoodtwo]

tagged by @marcusagrippa ty!!! put your on repeat playlist on shuffle and post the first ten songs that show up:

out of vogue by the fever dolls

fernando by abba

to tundra by los campesinos!

el pozo by izal

never let me down again by depeche mode

...slowdance on the inside by taking back sunday

maggot by daisy and the scouts

king rat by modest mouse

adeline by the fever dolls

juan antonio cortes by la frontera

tagging @good--merits-accumulated @theamazingmurderrocks @gr3y-heron @magpieghost @wegottagetouttahere if any of u guys want to do it ^_^

[deadweight-at7am]

This song is so autumn to me.

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

Set Phasers To Stun • Bonus Mosh Pt. II • A Decade Under The Influence • This Photograph Is Proof (I Know You Know) • The Union • New American Classic • I Am Fred Astaire • One-Eighty By Summer • Number Five With A Bullet • Little Devotional • ...Slowdance On The Inside

Spotify ♪ Youtube

[dandyshucks]

anyways i literally full-on blushed today because i had the mental image with audio and everything of Guz and I just sort of slowdancing or just. swaying back and forth mostly in the kitchen or living room or smth and its warm inside and evening time like after dinner and we've just eaten a really nice meal so we're both feeling all happy and comfortable and this one specific xmas song is playing and I DO NOT EVEN LIKE THIS HOLIDAY. i have a ridiculous amount of triggers around it and it's been the cause of a lot of trauma so i simply cannot find it in myself to enjoy any part of the holiday unfortunately (i have tried so hard (w no success) to enjoy it bc i hate being labelled a "grinch" or "scrooge" just for ... having holiday-related trauma. cries.) but i was like "hmm. maybe... maybe i could enjoy certain small bits of the holiday if it was with him (or someone else one day that i love dearly and trust implicitly fdsjkl)" and i'm just. aougghh... psychic damage... -1 HP -1 HP -1 HP minecraft hurt noises as i sit here LITERALLY BLUSHING. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING.

i may have to add this to my list of art to make fhdsgjkl

[nicgoldomens]

1940's Slowdance

The rain lashed down outside the bookshop spattering rhythmically against the windows. Inside, Aziraphale and Crowley sat comfortably at the table with the soft glow of the candles lighting their gaze. They were gazing at each other of course, but neither could remember how long they had been sitting there lost in the pools of each other's eyes. Crowley floating languidly in the hues of blue, like cool water soothing his singed soul and Aziraphale stretching out under the warm yellow flames that took away all his tension. The nearly empty glasses of red wine were close by one of each of their hands and somehow, at some time during their gaze, their fingertips had touched resting on the table. Crowleys long, delicate fingers and slender fingertips connecting to the soft and rounded tips of Aziraphale's fingers by barely a whisper. And now they were both experiencing the sensation of a delicious warmth and tingle spreading up from the fingertips to their whole hands and arms. The radio was playing a slow, romantic melody and Aziraphale licked his lips and spoke, his voice a little strangled with hope

"Crowley, would you like to dance with me?"

Unable to speak, Crowley answered by standing up and taking hold of Aziraphale's hand. Still lost in each other's eyes they moved together seamlessly to the worn rug close to where the radio softly played.

🎵🎶 put your head on my shoulder🎶🎵

Arms wrapped around each other and with cheeks pressed closely together, they swayed gently in step. Aziraphale felt Crowley's lips brush his neck tenderly just behind his ear, and all his nerve endings exploded at the lightness of the touch. Crowley heard the sharp intake of breath from Aziraphale in that moment and then felt the quick exhale of pleasure on the side of his face, tickling over his sensitive tattooed skin.

They stayed slow dancing for a long time that night as the storm raged outside, an angel and a demon oblivious to all else but each other.

[fan-therapy]

Slowdance- Rain Ghoul x Reader

A/n: hehe silly little ghoul thoughts in my silly little head... those little bugs are in my brain.... Synopsis: Slow dancing with Rain. That's it. That's the story. Warnings- rainy's a little shy... nervous little bug :)

He's nervous- Y/n can tell.

Rain doesn't think he can dance... but neither did Y/n, before she actually tried.

"Rainy... calm down. Just relax." She mumbles, against his collarbone. His mask is long abandoned, lying on his bed and his hair falls into his eyes since it's not hidden away anymore.

"I can't dance." He mumbles. She slowly puts her arms over his shoulders- he smells like ocean and rainwater, salty and sweet at the same time. She sighs again, and he feels so sheepish, the same way he did when he was first summoned. God, he feels young again. He doesn't feel like a ghoul. No, more like a teenage boy talking to his crush for the first time.

She simply inhales his scent, looking up into his eyes with a pout on her lips. "C'mon. Just try? For me?"

He looks away- it's so embarrassing. If Dew were to see him now...

He would never be allowed to live it down.

Fine. He thinks. Fine. There's no choice. He finally rests a hand on Y/n's waist, and she grins, knowing that she won.

It's raining outside.

There's no music, but they can both hear his heartbeat- Y/n because she's leaned against him and Rain because he's so damn nervous that he can hear it in his ears. He has to bite the inside of his lip, fangs digging into his skin to try and calm himself. It doesn't take long for him to relax. It's just so warm and soft, Y/n feels so soft and warm against him. Maybe he doesn't know what he's doing, but suddenly he doesn't really mind it. It's just *nice.* Just so perfect.

[radiojamming]

oooo # 8 and 11 for questions that are fun to be asked!

8. Any recurring dreams?

Two of them! One is that there's an abandoned mall from the 1990s under my house and I just explore it until I wake up. The other's been floating around my head since I was like 9-ish? There's a house in a clearing and the first floor of the house is made out of white-painted large bricks with no visible door and high windows with checkered curtains. The second floor is all dark, unpolished wood and it's accessible by a rickety staircase. I go up to the second floor and the inside is one long room lined with benches. The benches on the far side of the room are occupied by women of different ages and they're all wearing white dresses. The women have a dead young man across their laps and they're washing his body very gently, stitching up any visible wounds, and wrapping him up in a white linen shroud. None of the women say anything to me, but every time, they smile and invite me to sit next to them and help them care for this guy. I stay there until I wake up.

All these years later and I still have no idea what that last dream means. I usually have it once a year tho.

11. What do you consider to be romance?

The hand flex from Pride & Prejudice (2005) and memories of my parents slowdancing in the kitchen while they talked about whatever. Like they'd try to figure out what to make for dinner and they would slowdance until they solved it.

[for-a-longlongtime]

Songs and Musings in the Key of Peña-Rockford - Pt 2

Edit: oops, I accidentally-purposely snippeted when @legendary-pink-dot tried to torture me. Click here for a 'Javi pressed down on Tim's desk' teaser.

Time to play around and discover some more song vibes. First two were picked by @sin-djarin who, I am convinced, should really make a career out of soundtracking fic, shows and movies because she's so good at it.

Guns - All Them Witches

Listen, this one has me fucked up in ways that I can't even explain. But I feel this song in my soul when I think of Peña and Rockford - in so many ways. It's the lyrics with the music and the pent up feelings and everything. (and gun holsters, let's not forget about those...)

Shoot your guns as loud as you can Loud as you can, loud as you can Fight your wars as long as you can Long as you can, long as you can

Does this really make you a man Make you a man, make you a man? Wipe that blood off your hands Off your hands, off your hands

Now let's move forward

Dirt - Depeche Mode

And do you feel it? Said, do you feel it when you touch me? I said, do you feel it when you touch me? I'm fire Well, there's a fire Yeah, alright

It's just a burning inside It's just a burning inside Said, do you feel it? Said, do you feel it when you cut me? Said, do you feel it when you cut me?

@sin-djarin killing it with naming this one as a Tim song.

I mean, what more is there to say? This is definitely Tim in his car, plans for the night. No gun holsters or white shirt, no work clothes, but something sharper and darker, fresh cologne, stubble a little heavier than it was earlier in the day. Aching for a drink or two and to forget about the day, the week, finally out of the office and headed somewhere he doesn't have to think about others, just about himself.(Just so you know, this definitely isn't granny's Mansion that he's headed to).

Puro Teatro - La Lupe

Hit play and tell me you can't hear this playing in a bar where Javier is having a couple of whiskeys. Like, I can SEE it. Taste the smoke in the air. This song is from the soundtrack of Almodovar's Women On The Verge of A Nervous Break Down (yes, I absolutely got this from Pedro's picks on the Breaking Techniques interview). The only reason why I'm not including lyric snippets here - like I'm doing with most of the others - is because the lyrics do not specifically relate to the WIP story IMO.

El Cuarto De Tula - Buena Vista Social Club

I mean... yes. Buena Vista Social Club always. Just listen to the music.

Soy El Prohibido - Olga Guillot

Soy ese vicio de tu piel que ya no puedes desprender soy lo prohibido Soy esa fiebre de tu ser que te domina sin querer, soy lo prohibido

(English translation:

I am that vice of your skin that you can no longer let go I am the forbidden I am that fever of your being that dominates you without wanting to I am the forbidden)

Another bolero that is heavy on vibes rather than lyrical meaning. Remember Pancho Herrara in that bar slowdancing with his lover to Dos Gardenias, everybody staring at them? It's that kind of evening, but less center of attention (and no cracking bottles of aguardiente on anyone's head). It's Javier talking to a woman at the bar, eyes smiling, couple of glasses of liquor, lips brushing briefly over her neck as he leans in to say something. Her wanting him to come dance with her, but he's not really a dancer - still, he'll wrap an arm around her and sway her slightly to this song for a moment.

Sinner Man - Nina Simone

I'm finding it a lot easier to imagine Rockford's favorite artists and songs than Javi's, to be honest. For some reason I feel that while Javier likes to listen to music, he's less specific with 'this particular song is my favorite' etc. However, I'm dead certain that he has at least a Nina Simone album or two that he'll listen to a lot.

When it comes to anger, insecurities, conflict - looking back at Colombia in particular -, this one stands out to me. The building crescendo, like when you push away your feelings and fears but eventually it will all come up to the surface and spill over. When this song comes on, Javier listens. He'll light up a cigarette and listen, with that slight frown - you know the one I mean - on his face, the one when he's deep in thought. There's not much drama about it, he doesn't get particularly emotional about it... he just really listens. Every time. He likes it, not in a comforting way, but because he knows this is how things feel when shit goes down and certain memories won't leave.

Don't you see me down here prayin'? But the Lord said Go to the Devil, the Lord said Go to the Devil He said go to the Devil All on that day

Sinnerman, you oughta be prayin' Oughta be prayin', all on that day

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Links to previous posts in this WIP musings series:

The Law Enforcement Ball poll, a.k.a. where it all started (and escalated quickly)

'I Fought The Law (And The Law Won): WIP snippet

Songs and Musings in the Key Of Pena-Rockford Pt 1

Thots and 🐱 Poll, Sunday Evening edition

I'm not tagging people in these musing posts because I don't want to spam y'all; I'll do that only for actual written fic posts, JSYK. If you want your name added to that taglist to be notified when the first chapter drops (and there'll probably be another WIP snippet post before that), leave a comment to let me know.

[arainaizevran]

2, 11, and 17 for the romance asks! 🩷

yayyy thank you!! <3 THIS GOT LONG OH GODS

2. What was the first moment that they knew they were in love with their LI?

Ajax gets a crush a few days after they met but it doesn’t turn into full-fledged love until Wyll offers to teach him how to play Alfira’s lute. (Which is also... pretty early on 😭) Despite the awful things he’s done, Wyll still shows him kindness and understanding that no one ever has. It’s such a simple gesture, but it’s all it takes for Ajax to fall. Wyll, on the other hand, doesn’t really trust Ajax at first, on account of the… uh… Dark Urge. Despite that, he sees Ajax is putting in the effort into fighting it. If anything, he understands the struggle of choice, and he greatly respects that he chooses right (almost) every time. So Wyll slowly starts to trust him. AND THEN. And then Ajax negotiates with Mizora to break his pact. Wyll’s fear/anxiety is so great that it resonates through the tadpole with Ajax as he says: What are you doing? and Ajax only replies, Trust me, and despite everything, Wyll does. In that moment, there’s no hesitation. Wyll immediately trusts him. And that, my friends, is the point of no return for Wyll.

11. Do they have any inside jokes?

Wyll invites him to the League of the Lone Eye after Ajax loses his eye to Volo. They make lots of one-eye jokes and puns to each other and none of the companions are amused. Also, anytime Wyll experiences any type of inconvenience, Ajax offers to kill that person for him. As a joke, of course. (It takes a while for Wyll to realize he’s not actually serious, lol.)

17. Their ways of expressing their love.

They’re both very much acts of service with their love languages. Ajax with his paladin instinct to be devoted and utterly loyal and Wyll with his innate desire to help. Ajax insists on healing Wyll himself even when Shadowheart The Resident Healer is in the party. Some gay ass Lay On Hands action (h*lding h*nds). When there’s downtime, especially after a long and exhausting day, Wyll and Ajax just slowdance with each other in camp.