#slowdance on the inside

[makedamnsvre]

talking back sunday will make the most homosexual homoerotic songs and . 👍

[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!

[youknowhowido]

life, love, god, and guilt …slowdance on the inside - taking back sunday // until it kills - midtown // asleep in the chapel - thursday // the sharp hint of new tears - dashboard confessional

[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.

[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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[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 ^_^

[gh0stsp1d3r]

For teenagers 17 if you are gonna do it can you maybe do like a little heart to heart moment with reader and Miguel a little fluff moment

𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬... 𝐏𝐭 𝟏𝟕

Hobie laughed as you laughed, the rollercoaster going fast, the breeze feeling great in your hair. You held onto Hobies arm, and the ride went slower as it stopped.

You laughed as you stepped off, legs wobbly and still holding onto him.

“That was a child’s ride.” Hobie smirked, seeing your state.

“If that’s a child’s ride then I’m a toddler.” You said, and stood up again.

“Maybe you are.” Hobie said, looking the other way and scratching his head as if he was pondering.

You hit his arm and he laughed.

“I’m jus’ playin’.”

You rolled your eyes and then you both heard a sudden boom. Thunder.

You both looked up at the sky, it was grey, the dark clouds hovered and then it suddenly started to pour. You guys were the only ones who didn’t know it would rain clearly, because everyone else was under shelter or inside a place.

You both laughed and smiled as it rained. You were beginning to go to find shelter when Hobie grabbed your hand.

He started to dance a little, and you laughed at him and got the message. You both were soon slowdancing in the rain, no worries in the world, everyone watching.

You kissed him and he kissed you back.

“Young love.” One old woman had said as she watched from inside a restaurant.

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So you both went back to the apartment, you shivering even with Hobies jacket wrapped around you.

You both looked like wet dogs as you laughed and tripped to your room, Miguel watching from his room. He had taken off early, and he was going to talk. After a lot of thinking, he had decided to let you do what you want in the end.

“Oh my god. Look what my friend tagged me in.” You gave him your phone, showing him a tiktok.

Someone had recorded you both, the caption being “so cute 🥹” it had a ton of likes and comments as well.

He scrolled through the comments, reading them aloud and laughing at them.

“I’ll have to respond to some of these later..” he said, and handed you back your phone.

You smiled and talked for a while, you both enjoying each others company.

Miguel took a deep breath, taking another shot and sighing. He walked towards your room, and walked into the room.

He cleared his throat when you both didn’t hear or see him, just paying attention to each other. Miguel knew the look in your guys eyes, it’s been the same since you’ve met, you both were deeply in love somehow.

You both looked at him, your eyes widened and just stared.

“I know we haven’t talked in a while, and… I just want you to know whatever you decide to do with your powers, whether you decide to use them or not… I’ll support you either way. I’ll help you, even. I just want you to be happy..” he mumbled the last part, he had wished Hobie wasn’t here right now but it wasn’t important.

His eyes went to the necklace you were wearing, the necklace that Miguel had given you on your birthday, the one you haven’t taken off since you’ve gotten it, the one that was once Gabriella’s.

It was a bit tight on your neck, but you didn’t care, you loved it either way.

You nodded silently. “I don’t know what I wanna do yet.. thank you… I’ll let you know when I do know though, okay?” You said.

He nodded. “Okay. I- I’ll see you.” He said, glancing at Hobie and leaving a crack in the door as he left.

It was silent between you and Hobie for a while.

“Still don’t know what you wanna do?”

“Not really..” you turned back to Hobie. “What do you think?”

“I think you should do whatever you wanna do.” He shrugged. “Don’t let anyone tell you what to do.”

You cuddled into him, head on his chest, he put his arm around you and held you closer.

“I know. I love you.” You kissed his cheek.

“I love you more.”

“Nope. That’s impossible.”

“Mmm… no it’s not.”

“I love you more than anything.”

“I love you more than anything times infinity.” He smirked.

You opened your mouth to make another remark but didn’t know what to say, so you shut it.

Hobie laughed and kissed you.

“I love you.”

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[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

[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.

[nnateywriting]

SNOWPOINT SLOWDANCING

words: 1.4k pairing: reguri , originalshipping, namelessshipping link: ao3 my ko-fi if you enjoyed :D description: red and green are on vacation in snowpoint city, and green decides they should have a little treat.

Reclining back in his chair, Green groaned as his eyes peered outside toward the blankets of snow covering the ground. Going to a climate that reminded him of what he deemed as a 'much lamer time' of his life. He shifts his head a bit to the right, comfortably, and his eyes adjust from the whiteness of the snow onto the figure of his partner. Beside him, Red sat in a seat closer to the window, staring outside while watching two Pachirisu playing in the snow with thoughtful eyes as Green wondered what could be going through his head. In his hands, Red's thumbs grazed against the bill of a long worn-out red and white cap. It didn't take much to assume he was also thinking back to that 'much lamer time'. Maybe renting a cabin in Snowpoint City wasn't an incredible idea in retrospect, but during their extended honeymooning tour around the regions they had reserved Sinnoh for one of the latter regions on their list. 

Green didn't like thinking about that period of his life much, but the part after it seemed worth it. After climbing down from the 'lame mountain', Red spent a good while recovering from the climate change and the way the world around him had changed as well. It turned out, in the years Red had been isolated atop Mt. Silver, the world had changed quite a bit and so had the people he knew. The one constant, yet the biggest change of all, was Green. Green, though his initial reunion with Red had been a cocktail of emotions he had kept tightly bottled for years, had welcomed Red back grandly with a punch to the shoulder and a very warm hug followed by a very wet face from crying. However if anyone had asked back then, Green would tell them he simply punched Red.

That time felt very distant compared to now and the matching rings adorn their fingers; the golden bands bridging in the middle to cradle the prongs of amethyst stones, a gallery rail hoisting the beautiful stone. Green wore it proudly, flaunting it as both a testament to his dedication over the years to his favorite hardheaded rival and also because he was simply a proud husband. Despite the years it had been since their marriage, Green still couldn't help himself from fondly staring at his ring and how perfectly it matched with Red's. 

"Y'know, I'm pretty hungry." Green finally broke the silence between them, Red breaking his gaze outside and turning his head to face him. "Let's make a cake or something."

Red smiled softly, standing up as Green did. His expression spoke for him: 'Do we even have enough eggs after breakfast?'

Green scoffed. "Of course we do! And you know I'm a baking professional."

Red stretched his hands and Green rolled his eyes preemptively. 'A few lessons in Kalos don't count.' 

"Whatever!" Green smiled fondly as he turned away, heading toward the kitcken of their rental cabin. "Hand me some eggs."

Red walked towards the kitchen behind Green, opening the fridge and pulling out the eggs. He also pulled out their little jug of milk as he heard Green rustling through a pile of dishes in a cabinet to find a pan and a bowl. 

Red's Pikachu waddled into the room, hopping onto the counter and curling into a comfortable position. In another room, Red and Green had released some of their smaller Pokemon partners inside to sleep, while the larger Pokemon stayed in Pokeballs that were warmly tucked into blankets. They weren't sure if this helped them stay warm, but a Charizard and a Blastoise certainly couldn't fit comfortably inside the house, and Red didn't want to pay for any damages.

Placing the pan onto the counter, Green slung open a pair of cabinets in search of flour, triumphantly slamming the sack onto the counter in a plume of white. Green doesn't have to turn his head to know Red is covered in flour as well. "Geez, Red, I'm sor-" His apology is quickly cut off by the plap of Red's flour-filled hands smearing a handful of flour onto his shirt with a silent satisfaction and a mischeivous smirk.

"Dude! I got this in Alola!" Green pretended to be angry, though he was always thoroughly impressed every time by Red's specific flavor of humor. With a humph, Green scooped a palm's worth of flour and smacked it into Red's chest, watching it plume upwards and into Red's face to add a layer to his coating. Green laughed at Red's unamused stare. "Okay big guy, we gotta clean this up before we get too carried away."

Red nods, turning away with a wide smile on his face. Nobody in all of the world could make him smile like Green could. The two spent a while cleaning up their mess, carefully making sure to pull out the ingredients with a delicacy instead of whamming it into things any further. Mixing the remaining ingredients they needed based off a recipe Green had on his Rotom phone, Red dons a pair of pink oven mitts they had found and slips the pan into the oven. Red makes sure to set the timer before wandering off to find Green. Green stood in the living room area, pushing furniture away from the center of the room a bit in preparation of something.

'What are you doing?' reads Red's expression as his head tilts to the side curiously. 

"I found a radio. I think the least you could owe me is a dance after all the trouble I'm going to be going through with a dry cleaner." Green smiled. He found the button to turn the radio on, tuning it to the local Pokemon Music Channel. The current song playing sounded like a slow song. Placing the radio down, Green closed his eyes began to dance alone, his arms extending out to dance with an invisible partner. Cracking one eye open after a few steps, he looked towards Red, as if the prospect of him dancing alone was supposed to make the other jealous.

Red smiles back, signing: 'You look dumb.'

Green rolls his eyes, holding out a hand. " Shut up. Can you just dance with me?" 

Red obliges with a small bow, taking his hand and pulling Green closer. With an arm around Green's waist, Red takes the lead swiftly. Green wraps his arm around Red, relishing in each other's warmth as they moved along to the rhythm. The dance, slow and steady, felt very appropriate to describe how the two had come to be together in this intimate way. They were a little slow getting to this point, and yet despite all of the odds they had made it. They both felt vastly different about some places in their relationship together, but both would agree that they wouldn't have changed a single thing. Their dance spans several songs, though their focus is not on the music, but on the feeling of each other.

Suddenly, Red pushes Green away with his fingers still interlocked against Green's own digits, pulling him back with a little twirl. His arm firms itself underneath the lower part of Green's back, slowly lowering him and allow his knees to bend comfortably along with his body into a dipped position. Red closes the new distance with a gentle kiss, holding his husband tightly against him. The kiss parts for only a moment before returning; their kisses gradually soften from a long, unbroken kiss of passion into several little kisses, the final kiss parting with their smiles pressed against each other. 

"I love you, Red." Green whispers, his eyes staring into the gentle eyes of his beloved. "I love you so much."

Red opens his mouth to reply, a move that makes Green's heart flutter, but is quickly cut off by the sound of the oven beeping. Clearing his throat, Red carefully adjusts himself and Green back into standing positions. Pulling out the cake, Red places a plate on top, flipping it with the pan into an upside down position. The cake smoothly falls out onto the plate, and Red smugly places it onto the counter.

The two decorate the cake with white icing covering it, and two red and green hearts messily piped onto the top by Green, who made the icing quickly with confectioner sugar, a little dye, and a lot of enthusiasm for piping them. 

Taking out a knife, Red cuts two pieces out of the cake and plops them onto plates, taking them into the living room. He sits in his seat by the window once again, but his attention is drawn to Green instead of outside toward the bitter and cold memories of the past. 

"I love cake," Green begins, taking his fork and plucking off a little bite-sized piece, "but I love us so much more."

[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.