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Will you be finishing/uploading Italian Amor and Bad Habits ? I was really looking forward to reading it when you first announced it

Oh love... I have a strong case of imposter syndrome right now 🤡 I lost my job last Friday and I'm putting all of my energy towards finding a new one, so writing is yet again threw into the shadows for a while.

What I can say is that I started writing few things recently, along with few works for Santino. I just don't want to spill all the ✨details✨, so there won't be any disappointment when I don't post anything for a while again 🙃

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Where can I find your master list for John wick

Hello love!

For John Wick (character) see HERE. I don't have a masterlist for the whole franchise yet, I will be making it soon 👀

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January 2024 Music Prompts: Day 15

I Wanna Be Your Dog ♫ John McCrea

I Wanna Be Your Dog ♫ John McCrea x Loki

So messed up, I want you here/In my room, I want you here/Now we're gonna be face-to-face/And I'll lay right down in my favorite place.

In the ethereal realms of Asgard, Loki, the god of mischief, became entangled in the peculiar web of mortal emotions. Earth, with its turbulent affairs and confusing people, held a certain allure for the trickster god. One day, driven by a curiosity that only Loki could fathom, he decided to descend to Midgard to solve the riddle of human relationships.

Loki materialised in a quaint flat on the outskirts of a bustling city. The room, adorned with artefacts from various corners of the mortal world, reflected the eclectic tastes of its occupant, a mortal - you. The god, concealed in an illusion reflecting a mortal form, observes the surroundings with a wry smile.

"So messed up, I want you here," a voice echoed through the room, filling the air with a haunting melody. It was you, engrossed in the act of summoning emotions through the strings of a guitar.

Loki, ever the observer, decided to linger in the shadows, invisible to mortal eyes. The chords of the music resonated with a peculiar energy, and he found himself drawn to the human's expressions of longing and desire.

"In my room, I want you here," you continued, the lyrics painting a vivid picture of the human experience.

Intrigued by the mortal's emotional vulnerability, Loki decided to indulge in the whims of the moment. With a subtle flick of his fingers, he made his presence known. The strings of the guitar vibrated in response, creating an otherworldly harmony that merged with the mortal's song.

You, unaware of the divine company, looked around with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. Loki, still concealed in his mortal guise, stepped forward, a sly grin playing on his lips.

"Now we're gonna be face-to-face," Loki mused, his voice a melodious whisper that danced with the notes of the guitar.

You, captivated by the mysterious stranger who had seemingly appeared out of thin air, continued to strum the guitar, each chord a bridge between your worlds. The room transformed into a haven where the divine and the mortal converged in a unique symphony.

"And I'll lay right down in my favorite place," Loki sang, his words a playful acknowledgment of the peculiar connection they were forging.

As the music wove a tapestry of emotions, Loki and you engaged in a dance of shared energy. The God of Mischief, known for his cunning and capricious nature, found himself enchanted by the raw authenticity of mortal emotions. In your room, the boundaries between god and human blurred, and the music became a vessel through which you two explored the intricacies of connection.

"So messed up, I want you here," you sang in unison, the celestial and mortal voices merging in a harmonious blend. The room, now filled with an otherworldly glow, seemed to transcend the confines of time and space.

With the final chords resonating in the air, Loki and you found yourselves drawn into an invisible dance, an irresistible force that defied the boundaries of godly detachment. The music, now a shared language between them, created an intimate atmosphere in the room. Loki, enchanted by your - the mortal's authenticity, took a step closer, the playful grin on his lips softened by a newfound vulnerability.

"So messed up, I want you here," Loki sang, his voice an ethereal whisper that echoed in the space between you. As the final note hung in the air, he closed the gap between himself and you. Your eyes locked in a moment of unspoken understanding, and then, with a mixture of mischief and genuine emotion, Loki pressed his lips to yours.

The kiss, a fusion of divine and mortal energy, contained the essence of the music that had brought you together. It was a shared melody of longing and connection, a testament to the complexity of emotions that even the God of Calamity could not resist. In that fleeting moment, Loki and you bridged the gap between your worlds, and the room became a sanctuary where the divine and the mortal exchanged a kiss that transcended the realms to which you two belonged.

As the kiss continued and the music played on, you and Loki found yourselves in a timeless embrace. The room, now filled with the echoes of your shared connection, became a testament to the unpredictability of cosmic encounters. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Loki vanished from the mortal realm, leaving you alone. The taste of a divine kiss lingered on your mortal lips - a memory of a celestial interlude that defied the ordinary and left an indelible impression on your heart.

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January 2024 Music Prompts: Day 14

Cuff It ♫ Beyonce

Cuff It ♫ Beyonce x Tommy Shelby

I wanna go higher, can I sit on top of you?

Tommy, a man with the brooding charm of the shadows of Birmingham, moved through the city with an air of mystery that whispered of untold stories. His dark hair framed a face that harboured secrets, and his eyes, like pools of darkness, hinted at depths few dared to explore.

One night, in the heart of the city, Tommy found himself in a dimly lit club. The sultry notes of a bass filled the air, mesmerising the patrons who sought solace in the melodies. Amidst the dim lights and soulful melodies, he noticed you. Your eyes, an emerald green colour that sparkled with curiosity, met Tommy's eyes in a dance of silent recognition.

As the evening progressed, you and Tommy felt drawn to each other like magnets. The music, with its hypnotic cadence, seemed to form an invisible thread that connected your souls. In the quiet conversations between the notes, you discovered a shared desire for something beyond the ordinary.

You, with a playful smile that betrayed your bold spirit, leaned in and whispered in Tommy's ear, "I wanna go higher, can I sit on top of you?"

Tommy, the master of the enigmatic, met your gaze with a knowing intensity. His silence spoke volumes, a tacit agreement that transcended the need for words. In that moment, amidst the jazz-infused air, you decided to embark on a journey that promised to take them higher.

Leaving the dimly lit club behind, Tommy and you found yourselves on the rooftops of Birmingham. The city sprawled beneath you two, its pulsating heartbeat echoing the rhythm of your shared adventure. The night held a promise, and you were determined to explore its mysteries together.

As you both reached a quiet corner of the rooftop, you, with a mischievous glint in your eyes, repeated your daring question, "Can I sit on top of you, Tommy?"

He, a smirk playing on his lips, nodded in agreement. You settled on a spot where the city's lights framed them in a romantic embrace. The rooftop became your private stage, a theater for a performance that defied the conventions of the ordinary.

Fearlessly you climbed on Tommy's shoulders. The city below you seemed to shrink as you climbed over the rooftops and the cool night air caressed your faces. The world became a carpet of lights, a breathtaking panorama that reflected the electric energy between you two.

As you both perched on the roof, you couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation. The city, with its vibrant life and orderly chaos, now lay below you. Tommy, his mysterious look softened by a rare smile, held you close.

As you descended from your elevated perch, the roof witnessed a connection that defied gravity. Tommy and you, now standing on the ground, both carried the memories of a night on the roof of the world - a night when the lines between reality and dreams blurred and two souls explored the heights of passion and connection.

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January 2024 Music Prompts: Day 13

Baby Said ♫ Måneskin

Baby Said ♫ Måneskin x Tom Hiddleston

Baby said, "Let me taste your silhouette/You can talk between my legs"/Uh-uh, uh, uh, know you really want to.

Tom, a man with a magnetic presence and a voice that could serenade the moon, found himself captivated by the enigmatic allure of you. Your connection, sparked in the dimly lit corners of a club, unfolded like a melody with the promise of uncharted harmonies.

One evening, as you shared a quiet moment on the rooftop of your apartment building, the city lights below casting a soft glow on your faces, Tom couldn't help but feel the electric charge of the night. The air hung heavy with unspoken desires, and the distant sounds of the city created a symphony that underscored the pulsating rhythm of their connection.

"Let me taste your silhouette," you whispered, your words a sultry invitation that danced in the evening breeze.

Tom, his gaze fixed on the silhouette of the city skyline, felt the weight of your words settling between you two. The night held a promise of intimacy, a journey into unexplored territories where words became unnecessary.

"You can talk between my legs," you continued, your voice a gentle cadence that mirrored the rhythm of your shared heartbeat.

Tom, usually a man of articulate expression, found himself enchanted by the artistry of your words. The suggestion, wrapped in the poetic allure of the night, hung in the air like an invitation to a secret garden of shared desires.

"Uh-uh, I know you really want to," you added, a playful hint in your voice.

As you stood on the rooftop, the city below seemed to disappear into the background, leaving only the magnetic pull of your presence. Tom, drawn by an invisible force, took a step closer, his eyes reflecting the anticipation that crackled in the air.

You, with a coy smile, extended your hand, inviting Tom to share the intimate dance of the night. You both moved in sync with the unspoken rhythm, your bodies communicating in a language that transcended the need for words.

The rooftop became a sanctuary for the exploration of your connection - a canvas upon which you painted strokes of passion and shared vulnerability. The city lights, like witnesses to a secret affair, cast a warm glow on their silhouettes, creating a tableau of intimacy against the backdrop of the urban night.

As you reached a quiet corner of the rooftop, your eyes met Tom's with an intensity that spoke of a shared longing. In that moment, the invitation hung in the air like an invisible thread, connecting you both in a dance of mutual consent and unspoken understanding.

"I know you want to," you repeated, your voice a breathy murmur that carried the weight of a shared secret.

Tom, with a gaze filled with desire, leaned in to taste the sweetness of the night. Your lips met in a slow, languid kiss - a communion that spoke of the uncharted territories you were willing to explore together.

"You can talk between my legs," you whispered against his ear, your words a whispered promise that sent shivers down Tom's spine.

The city, with its vast expanse, seemed to shrink in comparison to the universe you were creating in this secret corner of the roof. In hushed whispers and stolen glances, Tom and you discovered a connection that went beyond the physical - a love that embraced vulnerability, passion and the freedom to explore the depths of desire.

As you both stood in the soft embrace of the night, the echoes of the city seemed to fade beneath you, leaving only the whispered promises of a shared intimacy - the silhouette of a love that unfolded in the shadows, away from the prying eyes of the world.

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January 2024 Music Prompts: Day 12

I Can See You ♫ Taylor Swift

I Can See You ♫ Taylor Swift x Santino D'Antonio

But what would you do if I went to touch you now?/What would you do if they never found us out?/What would you do if we never made a sound?

Santino, a charismatic man with a mysterious aura that reverberated through the office corridors, became entangled in a secret romance with his colleague, you. The hum of the neon lights and the rhythm of the tapping keyboards formed the backdrop for your stolen glances and clandestine conversations.

One afternoon, when the office was in its usual chaos, you and Santino found yourselves alone in the break room. There was a tension in the air of unspoken desires, and the proximity of your shared space seemed to intensify the heartbeat of your connection.

Santino leaned against the counter with a playful gleam in his eye. "But what would you do if I touched you now?" he asked, his voice a low murmur that stirred the air between the two of you.

You, your cheeks flushing with a mixture of anticipation and hesitation, met his gaze. "What would you do if they never found us out?"

Your words, like a dance of possibilities, hung in the air - an unspoken agreement that lingered beneath the surface of your professional facades. The breakroom, usually a space for hurried lunches and casual small talk, became a clandestine meeting ground for the burgeoning romance that neither of you could deny.

Santino, with a confidence that bordered on audacity, closed the distance between you. His hand, warm and inviting, brushed against yours as he reached for a cup of coffee. The touch sent a shiver down your spine, and your eyes locked in a silent exchange that spoke volumes.

"What would you do if we never made a sound?" Santino continued, his lips curving into a knowing smile.

You, caught in the magnetic pull of the moment, felt the walls of restraint crumbling around you both. The allure of the forbidden lingered in the air, a temptation that fueled the flames of your hidden desires.

As the days unfolded, Santino and you navigated the delicate dance of your workplace romance. The office became a theater of stolen glances, lingering touches, and shared secrets concealed behind the guise of professionalism. The unspoken understanding between you two heightened the thrill of your connection, like a covert operation conducted in plain sight.

During a late-night project, when the office was shrouded in silence, Santino and you found yourselves working alone. The glow of computer screens cast a soft illumination, creating an intimate atmosphere that seemed to invite the revelation of your concealed desires.

"But what would you do if I went to touch you now?" Santino whispered, his words a promise that hung in the air like a question mark.

You, your heart pounding, met his gaze with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. In that suspended moment, the boundary between professionalism and passion blurred, and the allure of what lay beneath the surface became impossible to ignore.

Santino, with a tender boldness, cupped your face in his hands. Your lips met in a quiet symphony of desire, a kiss that spoke of the suppressed emotions you had dared not acknowledge.

"What would you do if they never found us out?" Santino murmured against your lips, his voice a breathy confession.

You, caught in the throes of a passion that had long simmered beneath the surface, felt a sense of liberation. The weight of secrecy lifted, and the office, with its walls of restraint, became an arena for the unbridled exploration of your connection.

In the hushed stillness, as your kisses became a language of their own, Santino whispered, "What would you do if we never made a sound?"

Your workplace romance, once confined to stolen moments and concealed glances, became an open acknowledgment of the love that had blossomed amidst the hum of office machinery and the monotony of daily routines.

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January 2024 Music Prompts: Day 11

Nobody ♫ Hozier

Nobody ♫ Hozier x Santino D'Antonio

I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint/I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave/But I want you to know that I've had no love like your love.

Santino, a man of contrasts with a carefree attitude cloaked in an air of charm, has become entangled in the complexities of love. He met you on a rainy evening in a dimly lit jazz club, where the air was filled with the smoky allure of saxophones and whispered confessions.

You felt an instant connection - a magnetic pull that brought you two together like two celestial bodies in a dance through the cosmos. You, with your fiery temperament, seemed to match the turbulence simmering beneath Santino's debonair exterior.

One night, as you strolled through the city streets, the rain painting the world in a sheen of silver, you turned to Santino with a daring gleam in your eyes. "I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint. I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave."

Santino, his lips curving into a sly smile, responded, "But I want you to know that I've had no love like your love."

Your banter was a dance of wit and unspoken desires, a testament to the electrifying chemistry that crackled in the air between them. Santino, a man who had navigated the labyrinth of life with a laissez-faire attitude, found himself enchanted by the enigma that was you.

As the nights unfolded, Santino and you ventured into the uncharted territories of your hearts. Your love was a canvas painted with bold strokes of passion and whispered promises. Santino reveled in the unpredictability of your connection, knowing that love, like life, was meant to be lived on the edge.

You, with a mischievous glint in your eyes, often challenged Santino's nonchalant demeanor. "I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint," you said, your words a playful taunt, "But I want you to know that I've had no love like your love."

Santino, though seemingly unfazed, couldn't deny the profound impact you had on the landscape of his heart. Yourlove was a tempest, a wild storm that swept through the barriers he had meticulously built. In your presence, he discovered a vulnerability he had long guarded, and a yearning for a love that defied the ordinary.

One evening, under the soft glow of streetlights, you posed a question that lingered in the air like a whispered confession. "Santino, have you ever considered that love can be both a saint and a sinner?"

Santino, looking into the depths of your eyes, felt a seismic shift within him. Love, he realized, wasn't confined to the boundaries of black and white; it existed in the shades of gray, in the duality that made it both exhilarating and terrifying.

Your journey unfolded like a tapestry of passion, woven from threads of laughter, shared secrets and the heady mix of your contrasting spirits. You, the fire that fuelled Santino's adventurous soul, took him to the abyss of emotions he had never dared to explore.

In the quiet moments, Santino whispered his truths to you. With a tenderness that belied your fiery exterior, you embraced the paradox of your love. The two of you became two souls entangled in a dance of vulnerability and acceptance. Every step was a revelation, every misstep forgiven in the warmth of understanding.

For Santino, love was no longer a mere dalliance, but a journey into the depths of the heart, where the contrasts of passion and tenderness created a melody that echoed in the corridors of your shared existence.

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January 2024 Music Prompts: Day 10

Mammamia ♫ Måneskin

Mammamia ♫ Måneskin x Riccardo Scamarcio

They ask me why I'm so hot, 'cause I'm italiano.

Riccardo, a charismatic Italian with a penchant for passion and a love for life, had planned a date night to sweep his lover off her feet. The streets of the city buzzed with energy as you strolled hand in hand, the air alive with the promise of a night filled with amore.

As you approached a quaint Italian restaurant bathed in the warm glow of fairy lights, Riccardo couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Tonight was about indulging in the flavors of love, both in the culinary and romantic sense.

Seated at a candlelit table, the ambiance of the restaurant felt like a scene from an old Italian film - a romantic backdrop for the evening's unfolding story. Riccardo's eyes, as expressive as the rolling hills of Tuscany, met yours with a sparkle that hinted at the surprises he had in store.

The waiter, with a knowing smile, handed you menus. Riccardo, ever the charmer, leaned in and whispered, "They ask me why I'm so hot, 'cause I'm italiano."

You burst out laughing, the notes danced in the air like a shared secret. The humour and playfulness were woven into the fabric of your connection, so that every moment together felt like a lively dance.

As you both studied the menu, Riccardo guided you through the offerings, each dish a love letter to Italy's rich culinary heritage. The waiter presented you with a selection of antipasti with panache, a symphony of flavours that set the scene for the romantic feast.

Between bruschetta and a sip of red wine, Riccardo told you about his Italian upbringing, and the aroma of home-cooked food wafted through the stories. His gestures were as lively as the conversations, his hands moving in a dance that mirrored the passion of his words.

"They ask me why I'm so cute, 'cause I'm italiano," he declared , winking at you playfully, with a twinkle in his eye. You, enamored by his charm, couldn't help but agree with a teasing smile.

As the main course arrived - pasta plates with rich sauces and fragrant herbs - Riccardo continued to paint a vivid picture of his Italian heritage. The flavours melded into a sensual dance on your palate, and the evening unfolded like a journey through the romantic landscapes of Italy.

The restaurant, now filled with the soft hum of conversation and the clink of wine glasses, provided the perfect backdrop for your shared laughter and stolen glances. You, caught up in the magic of the evening, felt a deep appreciation for the man who had orchestrated such a romantic escapade.

Dessert arrived - a decadent tiramisu adorned with cocoa powder and a sprinkle of love. Riccardo, with a mischievous grin, leaned in and said, "They ask me why I'm so sweet, 'cause I'm italiano."

You, savoring the sweetness of the moment, couldn't help but be swept away by the charm and allure of the man sitting across from you.

As the evening drew to a close, Riccardo and you lingered over coffee, the lingering aroma of espresso adding to the air of intimacy. The city outside continued its nocturnal symphony, a melody that echoed the shared joy and connection of the night.

"They ask me why I'm so romantic, 'cause I'm italiano," Riccardo said, his gaze holding the warmth of the evening.

You, feeling the magic of the date night, couldn't agree more. As you two stepped out into the moonlit streets, hand in hand, the night became a canvas painted with the strokes of love and laughter - a testament to the timeless allure of romance, and the undeniable charm of an Italian heart.

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January 2024 Music Prompts: Day 9

Stuck ♫ Thirty Seconds to Mars

Stuck ♫ Thirty Seconds to Mars x Keanu Reeves

I've been lost in your eyes all afternoon/The more I drift, the closer I get to you.

Keanu, a man of quiet charm and a gaze that held the secrets of the universe, was drawn to the enchanting allure of a quaint bookshop. The shelves were filled with volumes of adventures and untold stories, and the air was filled with the comforting scent of well-worn pages.

As he browsed the aisles, his eyes, deep pools of contemplation, met yours - a woman with a grace that mirrored the serenity of the books that surrounded you. You recognised each other immediately, a silent understanding that could not be put into words.

"I've been lost in your eyes all afternoon," Keanu thought, captivated by the magnetic pull that drew him closer to the mysterious woman.

The bookshop, with its hushed atmosphere and the gentle rustle of pages, became a sanctuary where time seemed to linger. Keanu and you exchanged glances as you both navigated the labyrinth of literature, your connection growing with each unspoken exchange.

You, with an alluring smile, approached Keanu near the poetry section. The more he drifted through the aisles, the closer he got to you, as if guided by an invisible force that defied explanation.

"I've been lost in your eyes all afternoon," Keanu said, a soft murmur that hung in the air like a shared secret, "The more I drift, the closer I get to you."

You chuckled, your laughter echoing through the bookstore like a melody. "Well, then, I hope you find what you're looking for."

As you engaged in casual conversation about favorite authors and the magic of storytelling, Keanu realized that you held a fascination that went beyond the pages of any book. You, too, seemed to be navigating the corridors of connection, the shared glances building a bridge between your worlds.

Time slipped away, unnoticed, as you delved into conversations about life, dreams, and the stories that had shaped you two. The bookstore, once a place of solitary retreat, became a shared space where Keanu and you found yourselves on a journey of discovery.

"I've been wondering if there’s a chance," Keanu confessed, his gaze unwavering, "For us to grab a coffee or go for a dinner, perhaps?"

Your eyes held a mixture of curiosity and warmth, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken bond that had woven itself between you two. It was a connection that needed no grand gestures or declarations; it thrived in the shared moments and the quiet spaces between words.

As the afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the bookstore windows, Keanu and you decided to continue your conversation over coffee at a nearby cafe. The streets outside were bathed in the soft hues of the setting sun, and the city became a backdrop to the unfolding chapters of their connection.

Over a cup of coffee and a laugh together, Keanu and you discovered the beauty of a connection that went beyond the physical. The more you drifted through the afternoon, the closer you became - not just through your closeness, but through a shared understanding that some connections are written in the language of the soul.

As the evening drew to a close and you parted ways, Keanu couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the coincidence that had led him to the enchanting bookshop. You, with your eyes that held the magic of shared gazes, had become a chapter in his story - a chapter that tells of the beauty of unexpected encounters and the possibility of drifting into the closeness of a shared connection.

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January 2024 Music Prompts: Day 8

For Your Love ♫ Måneskin

For Your Love ♫ Måneskin x John Wick

I wanna be the first man you look at tonight/I wanna be stuck in your head and make you go wild.

John found himself in the busy city streets, chasing the rhythm of the night. As the neon lights flickered above him, he felt a magnetic pull that drew him into a lively club where the beats of the music echoed through the air.

As he entered the pulsating room, John found himself surrounded by a sea of faces, all lost in the pulse of the music and the lure of the night. The energy was electrifying and he decided to immerse himself in the crowd and surrender to the magic of the moment.

At that moment, he saw you - a vision in the dim light, your eyes mirroring the rhythm of the music. The world around him seemed to fade away as your eyes met and there was an unspoken understanding between them.

"I wanna be the first man you look at tonight," John thought, captivated by the magnetic connection that transcended the bustling chaos of the club.

As the music enveloped you, John decided to navigate the sea of bodies, each step bringing him closer to the mystery that was you. The pulsating beat of the music served as a backdrop to your silent dance - a dance where glances spoke volumes, and the energy between you became a force of its own.

Your paths finally converged on the crowded dance floor. John, with a confident yet easygoing demeanor, extended his hand, inviting you into their shared rhythm. Your eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief, accepted his invitation, and you both became two strangers bound by the spell of the music.

In the dance's ebb and flow, John felt a desire to be more than just a passing glance in the night - a desire to make a lasting impression on you, who had become the focal point of his evening.

"I wanna be stuck in your head and make you go wild," he thought, his movements mirroring the magnetic energy between you two.

While they danced, the world outside the club ceased to exist. It was a dance that transcended the physical, a celebration of shared energy and unspoken connections. The beats of the music echoed the rhythm of your hearts, creating a symphony of lust that pulsed through the air.

With every turn and every swing, John and you entered a shared realm - a space where time seemed to expand and contract, where the magnetic pull between you grew stronger with every step.

As the music reached its crescendo, you and John found yourselves on the edge of the dance floor, breathless and connected in a way that was hard to capture in words. The night had become a canvas and your dance together a masterpiece, painted with the brushstrokes of desire and shared energy.

As the final notes echoed through the club, John looked into your eyes, a silent question lingering between you two. Without a word, you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a dance of their own - a dance that spoke of the unspoken, of desire that had transcended the boundaries of a crowded club.

"I wanna be the first man you look at tonight," John whispered against your lips, "I wanna be stuck in your head and make you go wild."

In that moment, beneath the neon lights and the pulsating beats, John and you sealed your connection. The night had become a tapestry woven with the threads of desire and shared glances, and as you stepped into the city's embrace, the echoes of your shared dance lingered in the air - a melody that would resonate in their hearts long after the night surrendered to the dawn.

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January 2024 Music Prompts: Day 7

Don't Blame Me ♫ Taylor Swift

Don't Blame Me ♫ Taylor Swift x Santino D'Antonio

I would fall from grace/Just to touch your face

Santino, with his brooding charm and penchant for taking risks, was a man used to living on the margins of society. The neon lights of the city reflected in his dark eyes the intensity that simmered beneath the surface. He moved like a shadow through the crowded streets, his thoughts a labyrinth of desires and pain.

One fateful evening, he found himself in a dimly lit jazz club, where the sultry notes of a saxophone told stories of passion and longing. The air was thick with anticipation and Santino took a seat at the bar, drawn by an invisible force.

As the barman placed a glass in front of him, he couldn't shake the image that had haunted his dreams - a face, delicate and distant, like a mirage shimmering at the edge of his consciousness. He could not resist the pull, the magnetic force that drew him towards an unknown destiny.

The jazz band continued its soulful serenade, casting a spell over the smoky atmosphere. Santino's eyes scanned the room, searching for the elusive face that had etched itself into the corridors of his mind.

And then, there you were - a vision in the low light, her eyes a haunting shade that held the secrets of a thousand stories. Santino felt a jolt in his chest, a heartbeat that transcended the rhythmic pulse of the jazz.

"I would fall from grace," he thought, captivated by the ethereal presence before him, "just to touch your face."

As if guided by an unseen force, Santino approached you. The world around both of you seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the haunting melody of the saxophone and the quiet murmurs of shared glances.

"May I?" he asked, extending his hand in a silent invitation to dance.

You nodded, a knowing smile playing on your lips. You two moved in rhythm with the music, bodies swaying to the intoxicating melody. In the dance's ebb and flow, Santino felt a connection that defied explanation - a magnetic pull that drew him closer to the mysteries you held.

The jazz club transformed into a sanctuary of shared secrets and unspoken desires. Santino, usually a man of few words, found himself compelled to speak.

"I would fall from grace," he whispered into your ear, his voice a husky murmur against the notes of the saxophone, "just to touch your face."

Your eyes held a mixture of surprise and recognition, as if you, too, had dreamt of a connection that transcended the boundaries of reality. In that dimly lit space, Santino and you shared a dance that spoke of yearning and the uncharted territories of the heart.

As the final notes lingered in the air, both of you found yourselves at the entrance of the jazz club, the city's lights a mosaic of possibilities. The night held a promise, and Santino couldn't resist the pull of destiny.

"Bella," he said, his words hanging in the air like a vow, "I’ve dreamt about you."

While your gaze held a silent agreement, you took his hand. Together you navigated the labyrinthine streets of the city, your footsteps echoing with the heartbeat of a shared connection that transcended the boundaries of time.

As you stood at the edge of a moonlit bridge, Santino brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle yet electric in intensity. The pulse of the city matched the rhythm of your hearts, and in that moment Santino knew that he had not fallen out of favour, but into the embrace of a destiny written in the stars.

"There is no one I want more, bella," he murmured, his lips touching yours.

And with that kiss, you knew he was yours for eternity together.

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January 2024 Music Prompts: Day 6

Honey (Are You Coming?) ♫ Måneskin

Honey (Are You Coming?) ♫ Måneskin x Riccardo Scamarcio

I'm gonna show you how this Italian amor/It's gonna love you harder than ever before/You will like it.

Riccardo, a charismatic Italian with a twinkle in his eye, was mesmerised by an enchanting woman - you. Your laughter echoed through the cobbled streets and attracted him like a moth to a flame. One evening, in the warm glow of the streetlights, he decided to take a chance and express the feelings that had blossomed inside him.

"I will show you how this Italian amor," he declared in a voice that sounded like a serenade under the stars, "will love you even more than ever before. You will like it."

With a playful smile, you tilted your head, mesmerised by the bold declaration. The moon cast its soft light on the two of you, turning the night into a canvas for romance.

Riccardo stretched out his arm and invited you to a dance that transcended the boundaries of time. The accordion sounds of a street musician provided the soundtrack to your improvised waltz, and as you both twirled under the starry sky, Riccardo spoke of love in a language that needed no translation.

His eyes, deep pools of sincerity, met yours. "My Bella, love in Italy is like a good wine. It matures with grace, gaining richness and depth. I want to show you the depths of this Italian love, I want to love you more than ever before."

Caught up in the magic of the moment, they laughed and let themselves be carried away by the rhythm of the dance. With every step, Riccardo wove a tapestry of promises in the language of his heart.

As the two of you strolled through the enchanting streets, he led you to a quaint gelato shop. With a playful twinkle in his eye, he insisted on choosing the flavours for you both, each scoop a metaphor for the layers of feelings he wanted to share with you.

You savored the gelato in the moonlit piazza, the sweetness of the treat mirrored in the sweetness of the shared moments. Riccardo spoke of love stories that had weathered the test of time, of passion that burned like the Tuscan sun, and of commitment as steadfast as the ancient ruins that graced their homeland.

"Amore mio, love is not just a feeling; it's a celebration. A celebration of shared laughter, stolen glances, and the beauty found in every imperfection. I want to celebrate every moment with you."

The night wore on, and as you found themselves on a quiet bridge overlooking a gentle canal, Riccardo's expression turned tender. He reached into his pocket and presented you with a small, ornate box.

"Amore mio," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion, "Open it, bella."

You, with your heart fluttering, opened the box to find a delicate necklace - a golden pendant shaped like a heart, intertwined with an infinity symbol. Riccardo gently fastened it around your neck, a symbol of a love that transcended time and space.

"Forever," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "I want to love you forever, amore."

You looked into his eyes, your own filled with a mixture of surprise and joy. In that moment, beneath the Italian moonlight, you two exchanged a silent vow - a promise to love harder than ever before.

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January 2024 Music Prompts: Day 5

Francesca ♫ Hozier

Francesca ♫ Hozier x John Constantine

Though I know my heart would break/I'd tell them, "Put me back in it".

In the city where shadows whispered secrets and the night held its breath in anticipation, Constantine, prowled the dimly lit alleys. His life was a tapestry woven with threads of darkness and the eternal struggle against the demonic forces that sought to breach the fragile barrier between worlds.

One moonlit night, after a fierce battle that left the air thick with the acrid scent of infernal smoke, Constantine found himself in a secluded corner of the city. The echoes of the confrontation still resonated in his chest, a haunting melody of battles fought and adversaries vanquished. Yet, amidst the triumph, an unfamiliar ache lingered - a longing that echoed in the chambers of his heart.

The night seemed to hold its breath as he leaned against a cold stone wall, the city's pulse throbbing beneath his fingertips. In the solitude of the moment, he pondered the inexplicable yearning that tugged at the frayed edges of his warrior's resolve.

"Though I know my heart would break," Constantine whispered to the shadows, his voice a mere exhale in the stillness. The admission hung in the air, a confession to the universe that even a stoic demon hunter carried the burden of unspoken desires.

In the midst of the urban labyrinth, where mortal and supernatural forces collided, Constantine felt an unfamiliar vulnerability. The city's heartbeat, usually drowned by the cacophony of nocturnal life, now echoed the rhythm of his introspection.

As he navigated the labyrinthine alleys, a figure emerged from the darkness - a woman, cloaked in shadows like an ethereal wraith. Her eyes, pools of mystery that held the secrets of both realms, met Constantine's with an unspoken understanding.

In the silence that stretched between them, Constantine recognized a kindred spirit - an ally in the ceaseless war against the demonic forces. She, too, carried the weight of battles on her shoulders, and in her presence, Constantine sensed a resonance that transcended the realm of supernatural camaraderie.

"I'd tell them, 'Put me back in it,'" Constantine murmured, his voice a low declaration that hung in the air. The words, a plea to the cosmic forces that governed fate, held a quiet desperation. He was willing to endure the heartbreak, the vulnerability, for the chance to delve deeper into the enigma of his own desires.

As they walked through the labyrinth together, Constantine and the woman forged a connection that defied the usual boundaries of their existence. They shared tales of battles won and lost, victories celebrated and scars earned. In each other's presence, the weight of their duties felt momentarily lifted, replaced by a shared understanding that transcended words.

In the heart of the city, where the boundaries between realms blurred, Constantine and the woman stood face to face. The moon cast a silvery glow on their figures, an ethereal spotlight on a moment that held the promise of vulnerability and connection.

And then, as if guided by an unseen force, Constantine and the woman leaned in. Their lips met in a kiss that tasted of both victory and longing - a union that held the echoes of countless battles and the quiet whispers of unspoken desires.

In that transformative kiss, Constantine discovered a solace that transcended the chaos of his existence. The heartbreak he had feared seemed a small price to pay for the warmth and connection that blossomed in the embrace of the night.

As they parted, the city's heartbeat resumed its rhythmic pulse, echoing the quiet triumph of a demon hunter who, in the midst of shadows and battles, found a sanctuary in the arms of a kindred spirit. And in the quiet aftermath of that kiss, Constantine embraced the vulnerability that came with the acknowledgment of his own heart - a heart that, despite the perilous nature of his calling, dared to beat for connection and the promise of a shared journey through the shadows.

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January 2024 Music Prompts: Day 4

Electricity ♫ Arctic Monkeys

Electricity ♫ Arctic Monkeys x Neo

Tell me something I don’t already know/Like how'd you get your kisses to fill me with electricity?

The crowded rooftop bar pulsated with the rhythm of laughter and clinking glasses. Neo, moved through the sea of people with the ease of a shadow. His dark eyes held a magnetic allure that drew glances from curious onlookers.

At the corner of the rooftop, he spotted you, a woman with a smile that could light up the night. Neo couldn't resist the pull, like a moth captivated by the warm glow of a flame. With a practiced nonchalance, he approached, his silhouette melding with the backdrop of the city lights.

"Tell me something I don’t already know," you said, your gaze locking onto his.

Neo's lips curled into a half-smile, a hint of mystery dancing in his eyes. "How to get your kisses to fill me with electricity?"

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the challenge in his words. "Electricity, huh? You've got my attention."

Neo leaned in, his voice a low murmur that mingled with the hum of the city below. "It's all about the unexpected, the subtle current that sparks when lips meet. It's a dance, a connection that transcends the ordinary."

You chuckled, charmed by his poetic explanation. "Well, then, Neo, show me this dance of electricity."

Without another word, Neo took your hand, leading you to the edge of the rooftop where the city skyline stretched out like a canvas. The night air crackled with anticipation as you two stood, silhouetted against the backdrop of twinkling lights.

As your lips met, it was as if the world around you fell away. Neo's kiss held a promise of secrets untold, a current that surged through you like a gentle storm. In that moment, the cityscape became a blur, and all that remained was the connection between two souls suspended in the electric dance of desire.

When your lips parted, you could not deny the subtle spark that lingered between the two of you. There was a knowing glint in Neo's eyes, as if he had whispered a secret that only you shared.

"Tell me something else I don't already know," you teased, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

Neo leant forward and his lips brushed her ear. "I can read the city like a novel, every street a page, every light a sentence. But with you, my dear, the story takes an unexpected turn."

You laughed and your heart danced to the rhythm of his words. You moved through the rooftop party like conspirators in a shared secret, your laughter and whispers drowned out by the ambient noise.

As the night wore on, Neo and you found yourself on the rooftop, while the city below you was a carpet of dreams and possibilities.

"Electricity," Neo murmured, his gaze never leaving yours. "It's in the unpredictability, the thrill of discovery. Like how the city lights shine brighter when you're around."

You smiled and felt the warmth of his words envelop you like a comforting embrace. Neo had a way of turning the ordinary into the extraordinary and making the city feel like a playground of magic and wonder.

They lingered on the rooftop until the early hours of the morning as the city awoke with a new day. As they parted ways, Neo's lips touched hers one last time.

"Tell me something I don’t already know," he whispered.

You grinned, a spark of mischief in your eyes. "That you're the most electrifying thing that's happened to me tonight."

And with that, Neo disappeared into the shadows of the city, leaving you with a lingering thrill - a taste of the electric dance that had unfolded on a rooftop, where kisses sparked like a furtive stream and the night promised endless secrets yet to be revealed.

Will you two ever see each other again?

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January 2024 Music Prompts: Day 3

Kiwi ♫ Harry Styles

Kiwi ♫ Harry Styles x Tommy Shelby

She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes/Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect.

Tommy was a man with a way with words, but his charisma came with a large dose of anger. He strolled into the smoky bar, where the smell of cheap whiskey and the muffled chatter of patrons seeking refuge from the realities of life lingered in the air. In the dim light, he spotted you - a woman with a sense of mystery to match his own.

You were struggling through a cheap packet of cigarettes, the smoke clinging to you like a rebellious halo. In your eyes, shaded by a cascade of dark curls, was a world of stories yet to be told. Tommy couldn't resist the pull, like a moth drawn to the flicker of a distant flame.

With a confidence that bordered on audacity, Tommy took the seat next to you at the bar. The barman gave him a warning look, but Tommy was used to living on the edge.

"Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect," he said with a grin, his eyes fixed on yours. "Sounds like the perfect combination for a night of trouble."

You chuckled, a sound that echoed through the haze of the bar like a whispered secret. "You think you can handle trouble?"

Tommy leaned back, the dim light casting shadows on his rugged features. "Darlin', trouble and I have been dancing partners for as long as I can remember."

You studied him for a moment, your gaze probing the layers beneath his charming facade. With a flick of your fingers, you signaled the bartender. Two glasses appeared, filled with amber liquid that glowed like liquid fire.

As you clinked glasses, you spoke, your words laden with a hint of challenge. "Let's see if you can keep up with this mix of hard liquor and intellect."

The night unfolded like a noir film, with Tommy and the you engaged in a verbal joust, each sentence a subtle move in a carefully orchestrated dance. Your words were a blend of sharp wit and unspoken desires, creating a symphony that resonated through the smoky air.

Between sips of whiskey and the rhythmic tapping of ash from your cigarette, you shared fragments of your life story. A tale of resilience, of battles fought and scars earned. Tommy listened, his own narrative woven into the tapestry of the night. You were kindred spirits, two souls navigating the murky waters of existence.

As the hour grew late, the bar's patrons began to thin out, leaving only the lingering remnants of smoke and the pulsating energy between Tommy and yourself.

You stubbed out the last of your cigarette and stood, your eyes holding a mix of challenge and invitation. "Hard liquor and intellect, Tommy. Are you ready for the next chapter?"

With a half-smile, he followed you into the shadows of the night. The city streets were quiet, the echoes of your footsteps reverberating in the silence. Together, you both walked the fine line between chaos and connection, two lost souls finding solace in the ephemeral dance of a single night.

And so, in the dimly lit streets, under the watchful gaze of a flickering streetlamp, Tommy and you disappeared into the tapestry of the city, leaving behind a night that would linger in their memories - a blend of hard liquor, intellect, and the shared understanding that some connections are forged in the crucible of the unexpected.

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January 2024 Music Prompts: Day 2

Dinner & Diatribes ♫ Hozier

Dinner & Diatribes ♫ Hozier x Neo

I’d suffer hell if you'd tell me/What you'd do to me tonight.

Neo was a complex man, and his presence exuded an air of danger that drew them like a moth to a flame. On the dimly lit streets of the city, he appeared like a phantom, his silhouette snaking through the neon glow.

A chance encounter in a smoky club had brought you together. The lament of the bass guitar mingled with the low hum of conversation, creating an atmosphere that seemed to breathe with the heartbeat of the night. You felt drawn to Neo, the enigmatic stranger whose gaze held unspoken promises.

The two of you found an inconspicuous corner, away from prying eyes, and the sultry notes of the band created a cocoon around you. Neo's eyes, dark and intense, met yours with a magnetic force. In the muted undertones of the music, he spoke words that sent a shiver down your spine.

"I’d suffer hell if you'd tell me what you'd do to me tonight."

His voice sounded like smooth whiskey and you felt the weight of those words, a strong mixture of desire and danger. Neo's gaze was a challenge, a silent invitation to dance on the edge of the unknown.

You, never one to shy away from the allure of the forbidden, met his intensity with a playful smile. The air between them crackled with electric tension, and when the band switched to a slower melody, Neo held out his hand.

Without a word, you both stepped onto the dimly lit dance floor. The world around faded into the background as you moved to the rhythm of the music. The dance was a conversation between bodies, a silent negotiation of desire and devotion.

As you swayed to the lazy melody, Neo's lips touched your ear and he once again whispered words that fanned the embers inside you.

"Tell me... what you'd do to me tonight."

His breath on your skin sent a shiver through your veins. At that moment, the dance floor turned into a battlefield of seduction, a place where vulnerability and passion met.

The club held its breath as Neo and you moved in a dance that transcended the boundaries of the physical. Your bodies spoke a language of longing, and with every step you two drew closer to the abyss of something raw and untamed.

The music reached its crescendo, a symphony of lust that reflected the fire in Neo's eyes. As the last notes faded into the air, he held your gaze, the unspoken promise hanging like a delicate thread between two of you.

The night continued its journey, and Neo led you through the labyrinthine streets of the city. Every step was proof of the magnetic attraction that bound you together, a force that defied reason and consistency.

In the shadowy corners and hidden alleyways, Neo and you explored the depths of your desires, a journey accompanied by the sounds of bass riffs still in the night air.

As dawn broke and cast a pale light over the city, Neo disappeared back into the shadows. You stood alone, the echo of your night together still reverberating in the depths of your soul.

As the first light of day settled over the cityscape, you couldn't help but wonder if Neo was just a figment of the night — a phantom whose presence had lit a flame in your heart and forever haunted you with the memory of dancing in the embrace of the unknown.

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January 2024 Music Prompts: Day 1

Own My Mind ♫ Måneskin

Own My Mind ♫ Måneskin x John Constantine

I'm prayin' at your altar if you know what I mean.

One moonlit evening, Constantine found himself in the centre of a web of dark magic. A malevolent force, whose origins were hidden in the whispers of the underworld, had unleashed a demonic presence on the unsuspecting city. The streets echoed with the eerie laughter of the creatures that lurked in the shadows.

Amidst the chaos, Constantine discovered an ancient altar, its malevolence penetrating the very foundations of the city. The air crackled with malevolent energy as he confronted the demonic force that sought to devour the soul of the metropolis.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica…" Constantine murmured, a defiant challenge to the malevolent entity that lurked in the supernatural realms.

As he recited ancient incantations and wielded a weapon forged from celestial steel, Constantine sensed a mysterious presence — an ethereal force drawn to the fervour of his quest. Unseen eyes watched him from the shadows, mesmerised by the determination and courage emanating from the demon hunter.

With each incantation, Constantine's surroundings seemed to quake with an otherworldly energy. The demonic laughter died away and was replaced by an eerie silence, as if the air held its breath in anticipation of the impending clash between light and shadow.

At the heart of the spiritual battlefield, Constantine's gaze caught sight of a figure cloaked in shadow — a ghostly presence lingering at the edge of the supernatural fray. The being, drawn by the resonance of the demon hunter's fervent prayers, watched him with an intensity that reflected a strange fascination.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica…" Constantine repeated, the words a rhythmic chant that reverberated through the metaphysical realms.

As the incantations intensified, the shadows parted, revealing the ghostly entity that had been drawn to Constantine's request. A subtle change occurred — a dance of cosmic energies that blurred the line between hunter and hunted.

Constantine, his senses attuned to the supernatural currents, met the enigmatic gaze of the spectral being. The air quivered with unspoken understanding — a connection that transcended the dichotomy of good and evil. In that suspended moment, the demon hunter and the spectral being found themselves connected by a cosmic thread woven from the essence of the mystical battlefield.

The demon, sensing the shift in the balance of power, backed away from the combined force opposing it. The city, once caught in the clutches of evil, heaved a sigh of relief as the supernatural storm subsided. Constantine took one last look at the ghostly creature with a weary but victorious expression on his face.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica…" he uttered once more, this time directed at the enigmatic presence that hovered in the aftermath of the battle. “And tell boss Constantine said ‘hi’, you fuck” Constantine added, showing a middle finger to the dark forces who lurked around him.

The city, freed from the clutches of demonic influence, attained a new serenity. Constantine, the demon hunter, and the spectral being, an enigma woven into the fabric of the supernatural, shared a moment of unity — a testament to the complexity of the spiritual battlefield and the unspoken connections that transcend the realms of light and shadow.

After the supernatural storm, as the city heaved a sigh of relief, Constantine and the spectral being stood face to face. The air crackled with lingering energy and their eyes met in a silent exchange of gratitude and appreciation. Without words, a magnetic pull drew them closer together until their lips met in a passionate kiss.

“You saved the altar” the being murmured against his lips, placing her hands on his chest.

“It was bombed once… and I don’t have any heavy arms on me.”

“That’s good, Constantine” she touched his lips gently, tracing them with her fingers before kissing him again.

“I’m prayin’ at your altar…” he breathed, moving his lips to the being’s neck, gently squeezing her hips and pushing her closer to the altar, “if you know what I mean.”

“Oh, I sure know what you mean, John Constantine.”

The boundaries between the hunter and the mystical being blurred, and in this unspoken union the city witnessed a union that overcame the dichotomy of good and evil. The night, once shrouded in malice, gave way to the dawn of a city reborn, where prayers and mysteries lingered in the air like the echo of an ancient hymn, and the kiss between Constantine and the spectral being came to symbolise a love that transcended the boundaries of the constant fight between good and evil and the balance he kept willing to restore.

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