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viilpstick · 9 months

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╰┈➤ 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡: Who told to sing for someone as a way to confess how they feel for you? No, scratch that, better question… Who gave them permission to play guitar?

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: Epel Felmier, Sebek Zigvolt, Kamlin Al-Asim, Ace Trappola x GN! Reader (separately)

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: Fluff, crack, kinda cringe, headcanons + small scenarios :) (if you squeeze your eyes, there is a tiny agnst in epel’s part)

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Bad english, Reader is not necessarily yuu!! A bit OOC, Barbie spoilers (? I think, it was just inspired by one scene of it), use of the word "Prince/Princess" in Kamlin's part.

this btch is the reason why I am doing this scenario 😭😭

Blame Ashton. Literally.

Alright, but seriously, he thought it was a good idea. Ashton did NOT had bad intentions on putting on this situations.

And, that man is old/j

He probably did this in his early teen years and it worked

Plus, Epel trusted him more than Vil’s advice when it comes to you (for some obvious reasons)

So, when he sees you uncomfortable face as he tries to make you think is his the most masculine man ever, he heart aches a bit, like?

“What? How… I thought they would like me in masculine way— Did I do something wrong? It can’t be, I hate to think Vil was right… They hate me, now?”

He’s overthinking! Apologize. 😡

You like Epel, but, man… Is he /srs or /j?

You’ll have to sit down and explain why you actually were uncomfortable; he’s forcing himself so much to be what he wants, that he forgets he could just be his normal self, not the ultra mega macho man, but not also Rarity from my little pony. Just… Him.

Because that’s what you like

It was the best idea Ashton had. Literally he’s so grateful he ran to him, instead of Vil. Who would make him look like a pretty princess awhile you would look like a Prince Charming. It was all set up, nothing could or should go wrong.

Taking a deep breath at the point he could feel the air whirling through his lungs, he took the guitar, a nervous smile was now forming as the confident façade was starting to fall down from his grip. It can’t happen, it just can’t. You are now here standing looking at him with a confused look waiting for his move, Epel needs to prove himself worthy.

When he starts, you cringed… Just so badly. You really like Epel, and think it’s sweet of him, but is he really just singing you “Push” by Matchbox Twenty? Thankfully, you were able to put up with it. At least the forty seconds of it, when you actually started to sweat cold. You started to check the time more than once, give a uncomfortable smile, looking around anywhere but his eyes, and it was when his fingers slip through the chords that he noticed; your uncomfortable expression.

And it may seem something he wouldn’t mind… If it was anyone else, but this is you we are talking about. He’s been crushing on you for so long. He stops playing putting down. Muttering a “Forget it,” than a “sorry”. It was when, you realized. Your mistake!

Sure, the moment was terrible. It was cringe and painful to watch. You take a deep breath and analyze, why you didn’t like that moment. Was it because of him? Definitely no. Was it because of the song? Maybe?

It took you a moment, when you realized. He wasn’t doing it for you nor him. But for his desperation for self proven of showing how strong and cool he is, Epel hates being mistaken by someone cute and pretty. He wants to be like those masculine man, those who have muscles and bodies are big.

A sigh leave your lips, as you take him by the cheek placing a sweet kiss, that trails to his mouth making him speechless. He completely looses composure as he watches you with the awe struck eyes, making you chuckle.

“I appreciate the gesture, but, next time… Put more a detail of yourself as a whole. Not just that part who wants to be something else.” A smile was placed on your face. As you reassure, behind the small letters, and choices of words, you like him for him. And honestly, that’s what matters. Maybe, the use of “just be yourself”, makes sense.”

You see that pink haired mf?

That’s the reason of why are you staring at Sebek on the couch trying to get the chord right.

For the fifty time.

You and Sebek were already dating for awhile, but usually you were the one to plan dates and take him out away from Malleus.

That’s when Lilia comes up, and says he should be more romantic with his loved one.

So, why not… Learn to play guitar, learn Matchbox Twenty lyrics of Push, take you out to hang out on Diasomnia and listen you play to him?

Good idea old man! ☝️🤓

Everytime someone passes through the Diasomnia lounge and your boyfriend is playing the lyrics (or… Trying to), you start to panic in embarrassment.

Not 100% of Sebek, you really think it’s sweet his gesture. He did put a lot of effort on memorizing a song for you and etc… But why, this song? Why??? 😭

“Sebek— I think it’s really sweet… But, it’s getting late and we don’t want you to get noise complaints—“ You try to make Sebek stop of singing and playing. But his stubbornness, was speaking WAY louder.

Sitting there quietly you waited for him get the right chord. As he gives a frustrated expression. Cursing under his breath every time he got it wrong, he even watched a video showing his to play the chord.

“Why it’s gotta to be so difficult?!” He loudly says closing his phone and putting away the guitar. Crossing his arms, refusing to look at your face. Like an angry child.

“Oh, you were doing great.” You encourage, but a small part was hoping for him to not believe at you, so he would stop playing the repetitive song that would clearly play in your brain for the next twenty four hours.

“I just don’t get it! Lilia says it’s better for me start to planning things for our time alone. And then, Grim says people love music so why aren’t you liking this?” He confesses the true reason of why he is been getting the same chord wrong, over and over again. He knew what he was doing (and probably for the first he was too shy to ask you in fear of your answer).

You simply chuckle. True, you may or may not exactly be liking the choice of song, since it didn’t matched you nor him. But, were you in any way uncomfortable with him? Never. You take his hand and warmth feeling rushes through his body looking to him on the eyes.

“Sebek, I think what Lilia meant is a date where we can hang out and you are away from Diasomnia. Grim, on the other hand, was probably thinking of slowly dancing.”

“Oh.”

As you explain you notice the realization hitting him. Good. Because, now you both look at the guitar and laugh together. It felt good that moment where only you two matter.

“But, thank you. I never had someone playing Push for me in my life.” You chuckle once again, leaning to give a peck on his lips. “And, if you want, we can plan the next date—“

“YOUNG MASTER!!” Sebek soon leaves you for Malleus who was walking by, to assist him any way.

You simply shrugs, but when you noticed his red cheeks… His reaction was purely a way to cover his shy self. You smile at the situation, taking the guitar to give you a look.

“You hold evil powers.”

No, because he did it in a Allan energy with Alladin intentions kinda of way, yk? 😰😰

It was actually sweet seeing him getting ready when…

“Kamlim, why are you playing Push?” “Isn’t that what people like?” “No?” “Oh…” There was a silence between you both as he takes a deep breath and: “I can show you the world—”

It wasn’t supposed to be in a Ken way, but when he asked for advice it was for Ace. Since, you both were close.

And instead of Ace ACTUALLY ask you for an idea, he comes up with the most random song for Kamlin to play for you

“Should we blame Kamlin?” “Or blame guitars players?” “Or should we blame Matchbox Twenty?”

No! Blame Ace! 😡

I think, Ace did not had bad intentions but he at the same time he had... I don't know

Either way, he just shrugs laugh and play another song.

Like, another day, another slay, period.

At the end was just him being innocent and not following his heart when he was going to choose a song to sing for you

Don't worry, he sings "A whole new world" for you

"A new fantastic point of view, no one to tell us no--" "--From where do you know this song?" "I don't know-- It just came to my mind." "Cool." "A whole new world!"

You both sat in his room, him on his bed and you on the floor on the blue and red carpet, you could only look at him in a endearing way, when he told you he wanted to play you a song, obviously you couldn't say no.

He sings so well, is the small touch of calmness and sweetness of his tone that could melt you in seconds. But, when he plays the first few chords your face fell into a confused one... Why the fuck. Was Kamlin. Playing Push??? It's a great song, really but, him singing it for you is just so, out of character of his "sunshine persona".

You give an awkward smile and nod trying to actually not laugh, man, his voice was beautiful. But, why Push? Who gave him that idea? His eyes were caught on you and though he takes time to understand your feelings usually, he knows something is wrong. Like, instantly he stops his tracks to calculate, were you not liking the song? Him singing? Did he got any chord incorrectly and you noticed?

"Prince/Princess? Are you okay? You didn't like it?" He looks at you with his doe eyes, but there was a worried smile after all the last thing he wants is see you not enjoying his actions, specially when is him for you.

You chuckle and smile, shaking your head. "Why are you playing Push by Matchbox twenty?" You raise your eyebrow completely confused with a signature upside down smile.

"Ace told me you would like it." He says now getting confused, you cursed under your breath. "You don't?"

"Well, I do like the song and you... But, I never thought you would play something like that, you know?" Holding your breath, you chuckle with the consuming confuse aura taking over you both.

He looks at you before smiling and laughing, as he takes to think of the situation, it was indeed not like him.

He pats the bed for you to get off the carpet, you smile sitting "Well, makes sense. So, would permit for me to sing a more... Characteristic song for you?" You raised your eyebrow yet, didn't denied, he starts play a familiar yet unfamiliar tone. Like, you have heard it before, but at the same time it was something completely new. Softly smiling upside down to him, your hand went to your legs as you heard him play.

"I can show you the world, shining, shimmering, splendid!"

Did for the meme, I think...

Honestly, Deuce and Grim were watching you both from afar with popcorn

(I hope you are ready to have lots of memes of you face trying to NOT laugh)

Kinda cringe to see him thinking he's nailing it 😭

Girlie thought he slays 💅

He tried???

We can’t defend him, it was his idea and he thought it was a good one 😞😞

Honestly, you felt like doing those “don’t laugh challenge” but when you do…

At first he pouts as he stops playing, but man is so head over heels he can’t stay mad at you, honestly

He laughs a long with you, maybe he noticed how cringe it was, maybe not, but he never felt that good

You and Ace aren't exactly together, this is your second date, there was no kiss in the first date, and you hoped for this one you would be able to press your lips against his. And from all of things, he could've planned... All the things he could planned. Him singing to you Push by Matchbox twenty? Was out of your predictions to these year on your list.

From afar you saw Deuce and Grim laughing at the situation as you sat with a desperate look on trying to contain any laughter to come out of your lips.

It pains you, it was such a cute act. But, then it's Ace and he's trying to impress. Aside that, he does play really good. Now, does he sing well? Sevens, no.

Your lips trembles, holding you breath to calm yourself down. Your smile was there but each time he looks away it turns into an upside down smile. You were sweating cold, man.

Plus, the song seemed to never end! Like, you are struggling! And Deuce and Grim laughing behind you both, trust me. It. Didn't helped your situation.

"Well, I won't do anything at ahLL-" He sighs in dissapoint when he get that note wrong... "Shit. Ha... Sorry."

He says. But, how were you... When he got a note out of tune, it was the last drop. The small slip in a normal situation would be unnoticeable, but this was a try not to laugh at Ace, level impossible. When that one note was played wrong. You couldn't contain any longer. As you almost fell behind laughing holding your tummy.

Ace looks at you with a pout, why were you laughing? He made a mistake it was not funny! Deuce and Grim on the back were now laughing even harder, if that was somehow possible? Deuce even chocked on air.

For a moment, poking fun at others was no longer entertainment. But, you couldn't stop, it was really impossible at the moment. He looks at you laughing with a small tear at the corner of your eye, the surroundings seemed to freeze. You really look beautiful, honestly, it didn't matter if your laugh was scandalous or in mute, if you putted your hand before your mouth or opened your mouth fully. He was just, like, completely at your mercy, by your mere existence.

"Sorry, Ace. It was Deuce and Grim's fault, I swear--" Your apologise fell into his deaf ears as you slowly calmed down. But, you wouldn't be able to process it correctly anything else, after he puts his hand under your chin pulling you closer to his lips, his breath tickled your upper lip as he pulls you into an endearing kiss. It took seconds for him pull away, leaving you with a blank expression awhile inside of you there were not even butterflies, just exploding fireworks in your stomach.

His laugh was what brought you back to where you were, to reality, closer to him.

"Heh... It really wasn't what we expected or first kiss to be. Don't worry in another life, I won't sing Push for you."

(A/N: When I was watching Barbie, Epel was all I could think about in that scene 😭)

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sl-newsie · 1 year

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My Review of Livesies

Really Jack? You chose this face? You look both angry and confused! 👆

Set: understandable, considering that it’s confined to a stage. Favorite set piece is probably the famous newsstand that they get their picture taken from.

Music: why the new lyrics? The old ones were just fine! Why the electric guitar?

Crutchy acts more naive, why so dumb? ‘You wanna bust yer odda leg too?’ Yes Cruchy, why?

Yeah Jack, you’re totally 17 Jeremy 😑

Everyone’s accent: good, Jeremy’s accent: x100

So Jack goes from wanting a family to roping Crutchy into a fantasy life out west and then he completely abandons him later?

In 92sies it focuses on Jack and him interacting with the other Newsies, whereas here it’s Jack wanting to get away so badly that it’s all he literally talks about.

Race and Albert: both handsome and annoying

Albert steals Race’s cigar, so what they just forgot about Snipeshooter?

‘Bath time at the zoo?’ so I guess ‘we got woik to do’ just wasn’t good enough and they had to write something completely bonkers?

Right away: enter a bunch-a newsies that I don’t know and never get a chance to see their characters play out because they’re moving too fast. They completely erased some of the original characters and wrote in new ones that make me miss the old ones!

Romeo: is actually a character that sticks with me because he’s given personality

Enter Katherine: I just don’t like her. I never liked how Kara Lindsay portrayed her and always think she looks mad, confused, and dazed. 🤷‍♀️

Jack, if you’re so keen on leaving then why are you flirting with Katherine? You’re digging yourself into this!

In the dvd version they cut the ‘smile that spreads like butter,’ which I always wondered why.

I’m seeing all these newsies and don’t know who half of them are!

Elmer: introduced by nuns, another character I actually remember

LUV the added acro tricks!!!

I think it’s clear now why Jack’s not dancing. Good way to hide it, Jeremy!

‘What is that unpleasant aroma?’- Max did it better!

Race briefly mentions betting Jack against the Delancys and then never mentions gambling again. I guess half his original character is nothing?

Applause for the clean scene changes! 👏

Seriously Race what is this face? 👇

Race flirts with Weasel rather than gamble? Preposterous!

Enter Davey and Les- ‘I’m new too!’ I can tell that’s gonna get annoying…

Davey just wants his papes and nervously tries to escape the other newsies while Les is already introducing them and is already chummy with Jack

Les knows an awful lot about wages for a 10-year-old

Les in 92sies: shy, cute, innocent, curious Livesies Les: obnoxious, loud, cocky, hyper

Romeo and Albert on Pulitzer’s desk during the scene change is surprisingly funny

Hannah is so good!!! I don’t know why they emphasize on Katherine struggling to make it through work when Hannah already shows that a woman can get a good career.

Pulitzer is even more cocky, brash, and egotistical than Robert Duvall’s portrayal. Historically Pulitzer wasn’t that mean to the newsies.

‘Shave me too close and you could cut my throat.’ Sweeney Todd reference? 🪒

Hannah: ‘We don’t sell papers, newsies sell papers.’ Ummm Jack? Your line is ‘headlines don’t sell papes, newsies sell papes.’ Ya missed it! 🗞️

Pulitzer: Yes, 6-year-olds need to work harder let’s charge them more and they’ll thank me later.

I wonder if the dance choreographers just sat down and thought: ok, we need to think of every dance stunt that can be done with a newsboy hat and newspaper bag.

Davey and Les are bantering and then Les runs up- oh yeah, you’re still annoying.

Why is Jack so shaken up about hearing about Davey and Les’ folks? Other newsies got folks, so it ain’t like he’s never heard it before.

‘Come home with us!’ ‘Mom’s a great cook!’ All are potential suggestions for Jack to go meet the Jacobs, but no! Sarah apparently doesn’t even exist! The original story is about Jack seeing how happy the Jacobs family is and wanting a family too, but instead he’s an angry painter who just wants to leave without second thoughts.

Why does Snyder just taunt ‘Kelly!’ before he starts chasing him? You don’t call out and say you’re gonna attack before you attack!

Davey and Jack talk about the Refuge and then it’s never mentioned again after Crutchy gets taken. In the movie Jack goes and tries to break him out but Crutchy refuses. Here we got Jack not wanting anything to do with the Refuge even after Crutchy gets locked up!

Medda? Medda is on fire! I still luv her character in this, especially her feather hat! 💜💗

‘No kids allowed in the theatre!’ and yet she encourages Les to look at the Bowery Beauties for ‘educational’ purposes?

Les stares at the Beauties as if he’s never seen a girl before. He’s enthralled by their costumes and then Davey just waves it off

‘Where better to escape trouble than a theatre?’ truer words were never spoken, Miss Medda! 🎭

Jack is all like: screw being a cowboy, I’m a painter! 🤠🧑‍🎨

‘You’re on!’ ‘I am? How’m I doing?’ Nice way to break the 4th wall, Medda!

That’s Rich compared to Lovey Dovey Baby is hard because Anne Margaret’s performance is more dreamy and soft

Ok gotta say that Les and Davey’s faces poking out is very cute

Am I the only one who’s disappointed that we never get to see the full Bowery Beauties act?

‘Twice in one day! Think it’s fate?’ No, Jack. You’re stalking this poor girl!

Katherine just begs Jack to leave the box, whereas Sarah would just punch an intruder in the face. 👊

Never Planned On You, ummm why? First Jack wants to go to Santa Fe, then he likes Katherine after a 2-minute conversation? ‘Til I find someone new,’ umm how many girls have you dated, Jackie boy? In 92sies he never even mentions this kind of stuff.

In the next scene change whoever the newsies with no shirt on is, they are obviously trying to take away from 92sies Mush’s shirtless scene and I will not stand for it!

So now Race’s only personality trait is that he luvs cigars more than his mom? 🚬

‘LET THE MAN WORK IT OUT!’ Okayyyy it’s confirmed Les has anger issues

Everybody talks about how Crutchy’s smile spreads like butter, but when I see Ben Cook’s smile all I see is a ray of sunshine 😄

‘You need membership.’ ‘Whattya call these guys?’ 👋

Why is Jack president when Davey is doing all the talking?

The World Will Know is an introduction to Jeremy’s angry Jack, which conflicts with Christian Bale’s daydreamer Jack and Corey Cott’s sad Jack. In all honesty, angry Jack can get scary!

Again, why the electric guitar? 🎸

How does losing a shoe have to do with this song? 👞

So the scene after Jack, Davey, and Les walk into Pulitzer’s doors and then we get a shot of the newsies behinds, um… did they just give half the fansies what they wanted?

‘...HE’S GONNA BE BEG’N FOR AN APPOINTMENT TO SEE ME, YOU GOT THAT?!’ Jeez, calm down, Les! 😧

I do like how they made Jacobi’s like a newsies meeting place, I don’t know why it just fits

And behold, the reason behind why I know what a seltzer is! Thanks, Albert! 🥛

Tommy Boy, Finch, Buttons… this would be a lot more convincing if I knew who each newsie was!

‘But that Spot Colon gets me a little jittery.’ Oh yes, in the brief moments we see him in this musical we definitely get that vibe. Not! Spot’s barely in this!

Oh yay, Katherine’s back. And she still sounds confused and awkward, which I guess makes sense since she’s in a different atmosphere but after a while it gets annoying.

Ok right off the bat Katherine and Jack already have a toxic relationship because they are constantly fighting! They look like they wanna kill each other!

Now Jack’s all whiny and I don’t like it! The original Jack would not whine about a girl.

I always skip Watch What Happens because it’s just Katherine worrying. Again, I stand by my opinion of not liking Katherine. Where’s Denton? They could've had Katherine be his apprentice or something instead of just deleting him altogether!

I hear Watch What Happens and all I can think of is how much longer until I can hear Davey sing about how the poor guy’s head is spinning?

Ummm… WHERE’S BROOKLYN? There’s NO BROOKLYN? THEY TOOK MY FAVORITE SCENE IN THE WHOLE MOVIE AND CUT IT TO JUST ‘OH YEAH BY THE WAY WE WENT TO BROOKLYN,’ AND THAT’S IT?! No. No. NO! I will NOT stand for this! 😡

Les: ‘Are we doing the right thing?’ I donno kid, you seemed pretty confident yesterday. What happened?

Race: ‘That’s great! That’s pitiful.’ Race would never say that about Crutchy.

Gotta admit that the trio part of Davey, Jack, and Crutchy singing Seize the Day is pretty cool

Aaaaand angry Jack’s back. While the other newsies look hopeful Jack looks like he could commit murder. Whis is he always angry? 😳

I don’t know why but Davey standing on a pile of newspapers is hilarious! 😁

Ok finally time to start a swear count: bastards, asses, Hell… sheesh this show’s got ‘such language!’

Uh why the awkward stomping? Just let Jeremy get offstage without the stomping so i can watch more twirling Sky and Ben?

Yeeesssss!!! Dancing on newspapers? BRILLIANT! I luv this part so much! 📰

Honestly not gonna lie if I was in the crowd I would be fighting to the death for one of the papes they throw out

Ha! I caught the spot of Race kicking himself in the face!!!

Seeing all these jumps, flips, and twirls is making me tired… God they must’ve been exhausted!

In the original, Jack wanted everyone out safely. But here I guess Jack wants to intentionally start a fight?

Why is Les being rolled around in a barrel? Then he sticks his head out, it’s like c’mon is this a cartoon?

Uh, Jack? CRUTCHY’S BEING BEATEN HELPLESS AND YOU’RE JUST WATCHING?! But it’s ok you’re gonna go sing about how mad you are and how you wanna leave so I guess it’s fine. ‘Save my best friend? Hell no let me abandon all the newsies!’ said Jack never!

Jack, you called Crutchy a ‘dumb crip?’ How could you do that?!

‘No more running, no more lying.’ Um, what have you been lying about? In the original, Jack lied about his parents and his name. Here Jack’s never called Francis Sullivan and he comes right out and says he’s got no folks. So what’s all this lying talk about?

Ahh! Please, no more angry Jack! I’d appreciate Jeremy’s performance and emotion if he didn’t look like has was gonna kill me!

Alright, Act 2… Where’s Jack? Oh right, instead of being in King of New York he’s sukling.

‘Jack don’t run from no fight!’ Apparently he does, since he’s working to buy a train ticket.

Here it comes… ‘erster.’ People either like it or hate it, I don’t mind it. Guess it adds to Race’s character since gambling’s out the window? ♠️♥️♣️♦️🃏

Whoa whoa whoa! Only Race can sing ‘a permanent box at the Sheepshead Races!’ Duh!

They replaced Spot’s porcelain tub with a sandwich? A sandwich?!

Thank you, Ben Cook, for gracing us with your sensational tap dancing!

Ok stop adding new lyrics and just skip to the tap dancing, please!

Never once did I ever think newsies would shout ‘spoon fight!’

The way Davey jabs ‘That’s it?’ at Katherine is priceless!

Just imagine the director looking at the cast and saying ‘now during scene changes the audience can’t be bored, so I need you to stall ‘em,’ and then the cast does a bunch-a random dance moves across the stage and the director says ‘perfect!’

Greetings from the Refuge is ok I guess, but I still wished Jack would actually try to get Crutchy out!

When I see Andrew’s messy hair I just picture him messing it up as the total opposite of keeping it nice-looking. Don’t know why, it’s just funny

‘Protect one anodda,’ Sure Crutchy, I’ll tell them before I run off to Santa Fe.

Even Medda points out how chicken Jack is!

It’s so cute how Davey perks up about being above the fold!

Les, please abstain from telling us about your date. It’s just annoying. ✋

Katherine: ‘You look like Hell.’ Heathers reference? ‘I just got back.’ ❤️💚💛💙

‘This go west young man routine is getting old.’ Is manifest destiny a joke to you, Kath?

More toxic relationship stuff, how is Jatherine a thing again?

‘The pooooor guy’s head is spinning!’ Yeeeessss! 🤣

‘And I’ve got a date!’ Shut up, Les.

Uh-oh, Katherine’s in trouble.

Jack Kelly, not Francis Sullivan? Are we just gonna go along with that?

Katherine, Pulitzer’s daughter? Why? Seriously what does that add?

Finally, the highlight of the show: Brooklyn’s Here! I really like how they added in this song! Brooklyn Bridge and all! Brooklyn gets their own ‘uniform,’ plus the fact that my crush on Spot Colon will rage on forever. I luv this song!

Um, where’s Smalls? Only she can sing ‘So’s tha Bronx!’

Sad that Spot makes this big entrance and then just stands intimidatingly in the background.

I like how Spot just casually waltzes up and then realizes ‘hey Jack, thanks for wasting my time!’ and then goes all murder-face on him!

Gee thanks Katherine for invading my penthouse and snooping through my drawings only to yell at me more.

Katherine’s scared to hit Jack and instead kisses him, but Sarah would never hesitate to soak a guy in the face!

So wait Jack goes to keep kissing Katherine and she backs out, even though she started it?

‘What if they came to newsies square?’ Where’s that, Kath? No one’s ever talked about that until now.

Jack points out dead-on that they need to talk about their relationship issues and Katherine just laughs.

O-K, I do NOT do sappy luv songs so let’s just skip Something To Believe In…

‘It’s good to have you back again!’ ‘Shut up!’ Gee really appreciative Jack, especially after you literally just betrayed everybody!

Darcy? Bill? Who? How are these guys just thrown in?

Once And For All… Pretty good… Ooh! Spot’s back! 😄

Wow that paper-tossing routine must’ve taken a while to perfect!

Again, why the electric guitar? It’s 1899 not 1959!

Spot why are you up there with Jack? You’ve barely said a word why are you suddenly involved?

I’m a Teddy Roosevelt fan so of course I ain’t gonna complain about him 👍

Hannah’s discrete clapping is so funny!

I do appreciate how they kept the historically accurate deal the newsies made with Pulitzer. In 92sies they just say ‘we beat ‘em!’ and then leave it at that.

Wow Albert looks cute without his hat

And we now get the famous shot of dazed Race staring off into space

Wait a minute so now after winning the strike, finding a girlfriend, and getting Crutchy back Jack still wants to leave?

Enough mushy talk, give me dancing newsies!

It’s funny how Jeremy tries to fit in with the others’ dancing right before bows

Wow. Just… wow. That’s a lotta stunts!

Nice bell-kick, Jeremy! Gotta mozie along with the music! 😆

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daidonzo · 1 year

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Chapter 5 - Love in theory and practice [Chishiya x Reader]

Chishiya was in your room.

You had spent more time there since Niragi, one of the militants of The Beach, had taken an interest in you, claiming you were "so exotic" (what were you? A wild animal?) and that he "wanted a taste of you". You usually ignored him, but today you were not in the mood for putting up with any type of courting.

Unless it came from the blonde guy in front of you, that is.

Since you held hands by the swimming pool…

Nothing had changed.

You expected some kind of romantic revelation, love letters being written to you and delivered by doves to your window every morning. Him getting a guitar from somewhere and serenading you until you agreed to go out with him. A kiss. Hugs. Sleeping together. More hand-holding.

But everything was still the same.

You were trying really, really hard to drop hints that you liked him. But then again, you didn't think you did. At least not seriously. You only wanted more of what happened. A brush of his fingers against yours…

You looked at Chishiya while he worked on one of his experiments, sitting down on the floor with his back against the wall. You were on the bed, staring like a maniac, humming a love song you had had in your head ever since the badly-tempered wasps in your tummy had returned.

"Holding hands won't be enough, in a world giving head to a gun…" You sang, trying to seem distracted but doing it so very, very purposefully. He chuckled softly but did not look at you, and you were pretty close to grabbing yourself a pillow and throwing it to him when Kuina barged in.

"Are you guys playing any games today?" She asked, throwing herself on the armchair in your room. You liked that about her. She was not the kind of person to ask how you were before she asked if you could lend her the notes from all the classes you had taken together in the last semester. She would just get to the point.

"I have to. Otherwise I'm…" Getting lasered. Dead. Just the thought of it made you shiver.

Chishiya looked at you, a frown so small and quick between his eyebrows you thought you must had imagined it. "Didn't know you were on your last day."

"I am. The fear of possible doom made me closer to an impending one." You smiled, but it didn't reach your eyes. It was all teeth.

"Well, don't worry, you will manage! Deaths are becoming more and more rare nowad…"

Kuina was interrupted by Chishiya, whose expression was unreadable. "Do you want me to go with you?"

Although him asking that did make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, you knew what you were going to say. And it differed so much from what you actually wanted. "No, don't worry. Like Kuina said, I'll be fine. It's a whole group of people. Also, even if you did come, nobody can ensure we would be placed in the same team." You kept that smile on your face.

Kuina stood up and sat next to you, putting an arm above your shoulders. "You'll be fine, you'll see!"

Chishiya was still looking at you. You didn't know what he was thinking, but you tried your best to change the subject.

"So, Kuina. If you could eat a pizza right now, what toppings would you choose?"

--------------------------------------------------------------------------- You were unsure if your clothes were wet due to sweat, blood or the water that surrounded you until a minute ago.

You were on your knees, coughing, crying and who knows what else.

You had won the game, but almost everyone else was dead.

Diamonds. You were not good at diamonds. You were not good at anything but particularly not diamonds. Not such a high number. And also, not when it involved riddles in a language that was not your own.

At the beginning you had laughed nervously, feeling a little bit like Bilbo in The Hobbit, with Gollum being the game master, asking you things such as "It cannot be seen, cannot be felt. Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills, and empty holes it fills. It comes out first and follows after, ends life, kills laughter." and you had to answer correctly or you would become his dinner. Obviously, the answer was darkness. If you had read the book.

In this case, you were placed on a glass container resembling a fish tank. And your arms, and legs, were chained to it. They would ask you four riddles and you had to guess the answer to them, duh. For each one you solved, you would be free of one of your chains. And while you were scrambling your brains, trying to find a solution, the tank would fill with… You guessed it. Water.

You were not great at the game, that was undeniable. But you were creative, and desperate to survive enough to have come up with all of the answers, screaming one after another, pulling at the chains around your wrists and ankles so hard that by the time you were released of the fish tank, the water had a red tint to it.

Now you were on the ground, gasping for air, with your throat hurting with each breath you took and your lungs, probably, filled with water. And blood. Ugh. But you were alive, and that was what mattered.

You didn't know how but you made it back to the car that would take you to The Beach. You drifted off to sleep, too tired once the adrenaline passed, groaning when the militant driving the car told you to get off of it. You basically crawled like a caterpillar to your room, avoiding everyone around you.

You threw yourself into your bed, and slept.

When you opened your eyes again, you saw a pair of brown eyes staring back at you.

"Hey." You said to Chishiya, with a husky, hoarse voice that did not seem to come from you, but maybe from a 65 year old truck driver who had been smoking his whole life.

"Was told about your game. Glad you survived."

You almost wanted to laugh. Still no love declaration, not like you were expecting it, but in movies, if it was going to happen, it would happen right after a near-death experience when the boy realized his life had no purpose whatsoever without the girl, right? But no. Just a "glad you survived". Well, you were glad EVERYONE survived EVERY game. Wasn't that just called human nature?

"Me too."

"But that doesn't look too good."

Your eyes drifted to your wrists, where the skin was… Well, there was really not much skin. Better leave it at that. And you knew your ankles were the same.

"You could put a band-aid on it, we could play doctors."

That seemed to delight him, because he laughed. And that sound felt like a majestic choir of angels singing. It was the first time you heard him laugh and it twisted your insides and made you feel like going through another game of diamonds, only as long as you could hear it again.

"I was a medical student."

You looked at him, eyes wide open. You drank from those five words as you would from a bottle of water after spending months in the desert.

"I could technically heal you, but it's not so bad. Wouldn't need anything else than an antibiotic cream to prevent infection. You won't need stitches. It will soon form a scab and the only thing you need to do is not play with it. Will you manage?"

You nodded. You knew you would play with it. But you could pretend for a bit that you wouldn't, just to make him happy.

You knew he saw right through you, based on the look he gave you, but he decided to let it slide, still smiling softly.

"I also wanted to be a doctor when I was a kid." You said, trying to sit in the bed without causing yourself too much pain. Your body felt stiff as a brick of wood and didn't really felt like collaborating. "Too squeamish when it comes to blood. And having a human life in my hands… That's a lot of pressure."

He lifted his shoulders, which you interpreted as "It's not so much of a problem to me.", but you could be wrong or you could be right. Who knew. A conversation with Chishiya was sometimes as hard as any game in the Borderlands.

So you decided to sit in silence, surprised and thankful it was not as uncomfortable as other times, examining your wounds, and your nails, and your damp jeans and t-shirt which you would have to throw away.

He sat next to you. You looked at each other, and you saw… Well, you didn't see anything, but you had the feeling there was something he wanted to say, but didn't manage to. It was fine, you didn't want to rush him. But you wanted to let him know this, without actually putting it into words, as it would be far too embarrassing if it turned out that there was nothing he wanted to express and it was you again, creating beautiful scenarios in your mind.

So you stretched out your hand, with the palm looking upwards.

And surprisingly enough, he gave you his hand, softly, delicately. It was more like hand-caressing than hand-holding, but it could do.

You saw him open his mouth, ready to say something, when the door was opened and a dreadlocked-shadow in a blue bikini basically jumped on top of you, hugging you and exclaiming at the top of her lungs "I'M SO GLAD YOU ARE OKAY!!!!!!!!"

You were sad the cute moment with Chishiya had come to an end, but couldn't help but laugh (it didn't sound like a laugh, more like a dog with pneumonia and it ended in a coughing fit) and hugged Kuina back.

"I'm well. I was just Houdini'ed." You continued explaining, after seeing her puzzled look. "You know, placed in a fish tank, having to escape… It's fine, don't worry." You smiled. She moved to sit by your side, but held your hand with a grip that would have been the envy of anyone.

"I think we should let her sleep, Kuina" Chishiya intervened, softly, and you could see he also had a smile on his face. A very, very, very tiny one. But a smile.

"Not fair, you knew she was here before me."

"Perks of being a Beach Executive."

"Well, okay. But tomorrow we have to hang out, okay? And you can tell me about Houdining someone." Kuina's smile was contagious, and you nodded and hugged her again.

"I promise, tomorrow my whole day will be devoted to you."

"That's what I like to hear!" She stood up, returned your hug and went to the door, waiting for Chishiya outside. You smiled at him, feeling so happy, and so lucky to have them both as friends. Or as friends and friendly acquaintance. You didn't know where he fitted but you were just glad he was around.

He stood up, not before softly touching your hand with the tips of his fingers again. That simple gesture ignited a fire that extended throughout your whole body. It made you burn. And your heart scream for more.

"Change into a set of dry clothes."

"Yes, doctor."

He smirked. You were melting. You wanted to kiss him.

"Sweet dreams."

"You too, Chishiya."

#chishiya #aib chishiya #chishiya aib #chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya x reader #chishiya fanfic #chishiya angst #chishiya x you #chishiya x y/n #chishiya fic #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro #shuntaro chishiya #Spotify #as much as you want

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rhinestonerainbow · 2 years

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Hey look who got Cyborg Noodle headcanons nobody asked for :D

•I personally feel like she was way more human than she's given credit for. There's the not so well known demo "Electric Shock", it was the Rhinestone Eyes demo I think, and the background vocals are Noodles. So Cyborg Noodle was very much able, or, rather programmed, to talk and express herself.

•When I hear the DBH Quote from Chloe "I only exist thanks to the intelligence of the humans that designed me. You know they have something I could never have. A soul" I immediately think of Cyborg Noodle. I personally headcanon that she wasn't able to feel emotion. Murdoc just didn't bother to program it, and even if he would've, it wouldn't have felt real. Now imagine you're a Cyborg, and you see people around you feel emotion, be angry and very possibly cry, and you just can't do that. You're not capable of it. The emptiness she must've felt deep inside of her must've been absolutely overwhelming.

•Also, before you say "But she did have a purpose" Yes, I'm aware she was programmed to protect the island (or Murdoc, rather, but bear with me), she was literally a walking weapon chamber, she even had a shotgun inside of her mouth (seriously Murdoc wtf), but what if there would've been nothing left to protect? What if the attacks of the pirates wouldn't have happened? It would've destroyed her purpose and therefore made her existence meaningless. Sure, she could've still played guitar, but-

•I feel like she was constantly treated as a replacement. I mean, she was, but imagine you already feel empty, you aren't sure about your exact purpose, and then you constantly get the feeling of just being a replacement. Not the real thing. Someone that was made out of grief and denial.

•Yes I said that. Murdoc made Cyborg Noodle out of grief and denial. Noodle seemingly dying messed with his mental state extremely badly. He felt sorry, and he finally realised for the first time what consequences his actions had caused. So he didn't only drink constantly while being on the beach (at least as far as I know), he also build Cyborg Noodle in the hopes of having a perfect replacement, of having something he could point at and say "But Noodle is still with us!" Needless to say, it didn't really work out, and he knew that. But Denial and alcohol are always easier aren't they :)

•Also them fucking abandoning her, leaving her to rot, and then turning her into a plant pot later was not it. Absolutely not. She deserved better.

#gorillaz #gorillaz fandom #gorillaz headcanons #gorillaz noodle #noodle #cyborg noodle #cyborg noodle deserved better

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amethyst-starglitter · 2 years

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A Broken Chord in a Symphony~

Luka glanced up from his guitar to see his father prance onto the boat and give his mother a warm embrace. Then he proceeded to give Juleka a hug then him. He walked over to plug his guitar in the amp then Jagged and Anarka started to play music together, but something that Luka noticed was that their arms were linked together and they were filled with joy.

Even though his parents were happy Luka’s heart sank. Yet he hadn’t seen his mom this happy in years and didn’t want to ruin it.

“She gave us everything, but how can I be happy for them after what he did to her?” “What he did to Juleka. ” All those nights of Juleka clutching onto his mother as a child, those nights she cried herself to sleep, and those nights she came home from school crying because she wanted a father so badly. Those nights came rushing back into Luka’s head. He could feel tears burning at the corners of his eyes ready to come rushing down his cheeks when he heard a voice.

“Luka? Luka?” Luka snapped out of these thoughts and looked up at who was calling him. It was his sister Juleka.

“Sorry I- I didn’t mean to bother you.” muttered Juleka. Luka’s face grew less stern and nonchalantly wiped away the tears and he responded “Jewel you are never bothering me what do you need?” Juleka glanced at the floor, and then their parents ,and back at the floor again. She crouched down and brought her voice to a quiet whisper.

“How do you feel about…you know umm that?” They both ended up shooting a glance at their parents still playing music and they both had the look. “Oh no”.

The look people get when it feels like they are the only people in the world. The look people give when they are in love. Usually you can’t really tell, but Luka knew when he gave the look to someone, Marinette. Things ended between them a few years ago, but Luka was never mad that things between him and Marinette ended. Was he disappointed? Sure he was disappointed, but most people are when something you want to work doesn’t. And besides her and Adrien are in love with one another. In more than one way and who is he to stand in the way of their happiness?

Luka looked back at his guitar and started plucking and answered his sister saying “As long as they are happy, I’m happy too.” He even managed to add a slight smile at the end of his sentence. “Or that’s how I should feel right? I mean it’s selfish to not want them to bet together right? I mean who am I to stand in the way of their happiness?”

As he looked up at Juleka she looked a bit disappointed and a little hurt and she said a bit quieter than her usual tone “Oh-okay, umm I think…I’m going to go to Rose’s house for a while.” Juleka had started to walk away rather quickly and made a hard left to go catch the bus to her girlfriend’s house. Maybe Juleka didn’t have the wrong idea, maybe being out of this atmosphere would help him feel better as well. He grabbed his guitar then glanced at his parents one more time before walking off the barge and into the bustling streets of town.~

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This is a fic I actually had a dream about a few months ago. then i woke up at 5 a.m. and wrote this and then another part to it.

quick note they are aged up! i really like the idea of luka having to break away from that mentality of “let me put my feelings aside for other people.” he does it a lot in canon to make others happy, but he needs to realize he can’t sacrifice his own happiness for others because he deserves happiness as well!

got some massive art block so i got some amazing advice to keep doing things because it makes me happy and i pulled this fic out again and wanted to revise and continue it! also i have some ideas for another au with breath of the wild and miraculous ladybug aus! thank you all so much for the support! <3I looked at it and revised it. this fic is couffaine family centric (seriously I hope you enjoy :)). I am not the greatest at writing so if you have any recommendations that can help me improve then I would appreciate it.

and i would love it if anyone would like to beta read the future chapters :) if you’d like to please please message me! :D

**tumblr pls don’t eat my fic this time (pls)

#miraculous ladybug #a broken cord in a symphony #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #luka couffaine #juleka couffaine #anarka couffaine #jagged stone #mlb fic #mlb fanfic #fanfic #my writing

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tangiblejournal56 · 10 months

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7/10/11

“It was hard for me to accept that she had almost no feelings,

maybe none at all, for me as a man. This hurt so bad at times

that it felt like someone was gouging out my guts with a knife.

Still, the time I spent with her was more precious than anything.

She helped me forget the undertone of loneliness in my life.

She expanded the outer edges of my world, helped me draw a

deep, soothing breath. Only Sumire could do that for me.”

-haruki murakami-

Rereading Murakami’s Sputnik Sweetheart on the deck this morning, the sun blasting full-power down on me, already 95 degrees, my cigarette making arabesques of smoke rise above me. This passage hits me like a sack of bricks I wasn’t prepared for, & I felt a deep stab in my chest more intense than I had yet to feel since leaving Iowa. Until now, missing Max has been like a dull ache, a runner’s stitch in my side, but I’d been able to push it back, I hadn’t cried over it or mourned not being around him very seriously. Now however, I felt like crying. I couldn’t pay attention to the words on the page, I couldn’t slow this pounding heart. All I could do was go lay back in bed & let the feeling wash over me, wanting to cry & dispel this dark feeling away from me. I thankfully fell back asleep, & dreamt of weird scenes that made no sense.

I miss him. Unwavering, the need to see his body in bed next to me, his form more beautiful than a Matisse line, his hands like a symphony. That sleep look with his furrowed brows, his pouting lips even fuller, those impossibly high cheekbones. That scent, like home, a comforting, warm feeling, safe. I end up coming off as a cheesy romance novel-aspirant, but I can find no new way of being less maudlin in my emotions toward him. He elicits an overwhelming sea of admiration from me, himself as a fact, his mind, that brilliant place. I cannot believe anyone like him exists anywhere else in the world, so I hold onto this original with an iron grip, knowing if he were to go, a large piece of myself would go away, splitting me in two. There would be such a lack of beauty in my life, no more true world, no more inspiration to be a better person, to accomplish more, to continue writing. He makes me feel capable of what I would like to be. No one else does that, not even Ryan did. Everyone else seems content with me playing the role of patron, never the artist. He makes me believe I can do something with myself, not rely on others’ greatness & hope to be a part of it. I know I help him to some extent as well, motivating him & giving him that encouragement he so badly needs, but he would be a writer regardless of my constant support. He may not ever believe he could get somewhere with it, which I believe I do help him with realizing.

He’s been asking about when we will move. I had my doubts about whether or not this would really happen, but he seems anxious & impatient to leave already, not wanting to wait five more months which I need in order to finish my lease here in Austin. Late at night he will message me, asking me more about Portland, & I smile, anticipation filling me until I’m scratching at the walls. I recall being sixteen & believing he & I would one day have our place together, I envisioned it a small apartment old as hell & slightly shabby-looking. My delight when I realized a year or more ago that Max wants the same thing when he & I were discussing our ideas of an awesome place to live. My adolescent self imagined us in a brick-walled walkup, his albums & CDs spread out all over the place, his guitars & instruments in a corner with a favorite chair. Books & books & books of ours lining the wall, too many for the overwhelmed shelves to hold. The threadbare couch, the television, our movies filling another bookshelf. Opposite his corner with the instruments, my medical examiner’s wooden table as my art desk, my art supplies & laptop. Our kitchen filled with the random appliances & dishes we’d picked up at various antique & knickknack shops, nothing matching of course. His liquors & wines lined up on the counter. Our own separate rooms, but I would spend my nights in his far superior bed, my room mostly used for storing my clothes. Our idyll de Portland. A happiness I cannot imagine could be realized. Whether or not that is the outcome, I will find out.

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joecial-distancing · 1 year

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More albumlog

Right, shit, now that I got the big post out of the way I need to actually get back to logging stuff as I go in drafts. The goal is retention!

Kiss Destroyer (1976): This was fun! 70s hard-rock/metal continues winning!

Kiss is such good dad rock, people were pearl-clutching about this eXtreme rock & roll from these guys, and nowadays the band members are super old, as naturally happens to people. History tells us that indeed Kiss was far from the worst influence on the teens of the time

Pretenders Pretenders (1980): Super listenable rock, mostly not all that memorable

Jimi Hendrix Are You Experienced (1967): Undeniable talent, each of these songs is great, though the entire album did start to wear on me after a while. Still though, you make Purple Haze, you can do whatever you want.

Michael Jackson Bad (1987): Buncha all-time great songs on here; a sound that shows its age, basically because it defined the age

The Stranglers Rattus Norvegicus (1977): Really interesting sound that’s extremely of the time but also very distinct to them. I really like that jazz organ sound they keep using

The Monkees Headquarters (1967): Forgettable british 60s-rock

Beck Odelay (1996): I like Beck a lot, and I have a really hard time pinning down what exactly it is that he’s doing here, because it’s bouncing around and settling between a bunch of different stuff. Definitely putting a pin in this one to come back to and connect influences up to, I would’ve figured it to have come out a solid 8 years after it did. After some time thinking about it, this came out only something like a year before Lonesome Crowded West, and the two albums are definitely sitting near each other in my mind

Jean-michel Jarre Oxygene (1976): Nice & ambient; pleasant listening!

John Martyn One World (1977): Very compelling voice, the first track tricked me into thinking I’d like the album more than I did

Sebadoh Bubble And Scrape (1993): what’s this one fall under, grunge? post-punk? Grating.

The Who The Who Sell Out (1967): Very weirdly beach boys sound out of them on this. deliberate joke? Not gonna research it.

Ronnie Size New Forms (1997): drum & bass, drum drum & bass, drum drum bass, drum & bass, I am very bored

Dire Straights Brothers in Arms (1985): The Money For Nothing riff is the main attraction here, and while it is a very very good riff (all-time Great, even), the song’s still scuffed up by how badly the slurs aged. The rest of the album’s pretty mellow, contextually good listening

Air Moon Safari (1998): This turned out to not be great running music, but I went back to it at work, and it is seriously beautiful and calming, I was blown away

Sepultura Arise (1991): This is very CHUGGA WUGGA metal, and at the end of the day I prefer when my metal’s more uuWAAAAAAAAAGH *orchestral interlude* *bagpipes*

Radiohead Amnesiac (2001): Ughhhhhhhh I’ve been dreading Radiohead coming up on this, and I know there’s a few of their albums on here. I’ve never, like, plunged into their archives for a comprehensive study, but I’ve given them an honest shot many times, and aside from parts of In Rainbows, I really dislike what they do. And this is frustrating to me, since I know a lot of people who really like them; like with country music I can just write it off as alien tastes, but these are people whose tastes I otherwise align with! I just walk away from the music feeling sad or annoyed, what am I missing?!

Anyway, I liked a couple songs on Amnesiac here, but I found the stereo mixing choices really irritating through the whole thing, specifically the way the percussion was landing on my ear drums

Motörhead Ace of Spades (1980): I played some guitar hero, but not that much; I imagine some Motörhead stuff had to have made it into that game, right? seems like the right genre. Any case, guitars fun, songs are sleazy in such a tryhard way it’s alternately charming and off-putting.

Also not relevant/bad taste or whatever, but Motörhead fans I’ve seen around on the internet are some of the most obnoxious fucking dweebs on the planet

Dexys Midnight Runners Searching For The Young Soul Rebels (1980): Oh it’s the Come on Eileen guys! This wasn’t the album with that song though. Generally enjoyable and I like the vocals in particular, but definitely falls under “forgettable brit pop” for me

Kacey Musgraves Golden Hour (2018): Country pop’s not really my genre, but this was decent! She’s got a nice voice

Ray Price Night Life (1963): A more old-timey country/honkytonk, made for ok coding music

The Verve A Northern Soul (1995): I only knew these guys from Bittersweet Symphony, and turns out this one doesn’t sound much like that at all. Mellow, drifting sometimes into droning.

Ozomatli Street Signs (2004): lat-90s/early-aughts latin fusion is such a specific, yet recognizable sound!

Radiohead Hail to the Thief (2003): Alright, I liked this one! There was still a little bit of audio channel stuff that hit my ears wrong toward the beginning, and “We Suck Young Blood” brought the whole album to a screeching halt right in the middle, but I generally liked the rest of the songs

Elvis Presley Elvis Is Back (1960): There’s a lot of Elvis songs that I like a lot, but none of the ones I knew beforehand were on this album. He’s definitely one of those where it’s nicer for me to put his music on in the background, or work him into a mixed playlist rather than sitting & focusing on a whole album of him

Elton John Goodbye Yellow Brick Road (1973): album opens incredibly strong! Started to blend together as it went, but since I like what it’s up to, everything’s good!

The Pogues Rum Sodomy & The Lash (1985): Always nice when The Pogues come up on rotation

The Doors The Doors (1967): Dang, this was like Fleetwood Mac levels of not realizing how much I recognized the songs on here! Also The Doors are surprising me with how much psych/prog they have going on, I had always thought of them as just kind of a rock band

Fleet Foxes Fleet Foxes (2008): Folky Indy like this tends to leave me cold. Not all the time, but this one did in any case. I think the make/break quality for me is I prefer duets and/or solo woman singer over solo man singer

#1001 Albums

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luvfae · 2 years

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LITTLE STAR

PART FOURTEEN

[final chapter]

summary: elliot's been watching you for a while, but he never dared to approach you. you were a good girl at heart and he didn’t think you'd want anything to do with him. all of that changes one friday night at a party, when both of your worlds collide.

fandom: euphoria

parings: elliot x f reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, angst, mentions of addiction, mentions of drugs

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note: first things first, i’m sorry in advance for this chapter, but this was always my plan for this series. i can’t believe we’re at the end. my 200 followers gift is over & now i’m 50 followers away from 1000. this is insane. i love you all & i hope you enjoyed this series as much as i did writing it 💗

Late in the night when you were fast asleep Elliot received a call from Rue, which he answered in the bathroom. He didn't want to wake you.

Rue's phone call was somewhat of a wake up call, the push he really needed to understand the damage he had seriously done to you. He didn't mean to corrupt you, turn you into someone you weren't, but alas, it had happened.

The next morning he set up a plan, he knew if you were addicted to oxycodone that eventually you'd take one without his knowledge. So he counted the exact amount of pills he had.

Low and behold when you left for home, two pills had gone missing. Elliot rang you straight away, throwing around accusations, that you denied, but you knew they were true and so did Elliot.

You hadn't seen Elliot for 24 hours, not only because you had both came to blows over the phone, but also because your parents had been complaining about never seeing you anymore.

This 24 hours left Elliot to do some thinking. He spent hours staring at his ceiling, wondering what he was going to do to help you. He had thought of various plans, calling Rue to get her input, but she turned down every one. Rue told Elliot exactly what he needed to do to get you back to your old self.

By the time 30 hours had passed, you and Elliot made up. You apologised for stealing the pills and he accepted your apology. You facetimed for a few hours until you went to bed.

You woke up early on Sunday and walked over to Elliot's house, feeling a little shaky due to the lack of pills. You needed one badly, but you didn't want to come to blows again for stealing another. So you'd just have to convinced him to give one to you.

He was in his bedroom when you arrived. You dumped your purse on his bed, kissing him with a smile on your face.

"Hi," you said. He smiled in return, his guitar in his arms. "Got any weed?" You asked, slowly trying to ease your way into getting an oxy.

Elliot grabbed your hand, rubbing circles into your palm. "I wrote a song for you," Elliot said, clearing his throat. You grinned at his words. "Can I play it for you?" He asked.

"Of course, Elli," you said and he dropped your hand, beginning to strum on his guitar. His eyes darting from his fingers to you as he began to sing.

"Little star, feels like you feel right on my head."

At first the song made you feel warm, happy.

"Us against the world, just a couple sinners making fun of hell," He sang, looking into your eyes. "If I keep you here, i'll only be doing it for myself."

You furrowed your eyebrows, smile slowly dropping as he continued to sing and the lyrics started piecing themselves together. You just hoped you had the wrong idea of what this song truly was.

"I know this thing is broken, so i'll leave my door wide open."

You started to feel sick, the small hope you had of this not being a break up song disintegrating and you felt your entire heart shatter when he sang, "one day we'll meet again."

"I gave it all to see you shine again, I hope it was worth it in the end," by now you had tears pooling in your eyes. Your felt deflated and horrible, hoping this was just a dream. Hoping that you were painting it out to be more than it was.

His strumming stopped and you gulped, looking down at your feet. "That was beautiful, but um... It wasn't what I was expecting," you sniffled, fidgeting with your fingers.

"Y/N, I care about you, so much," Elliot began. "But what i've done to you isn't what I wanted, this isn't what I, or anyone else, wants for you."

"You've been talking to Rue, haven't you?" You asked, tears streaming down your cheeks as your eyes snapped up to him. "This is our life, not hers, Elliot. I'm happy, you're happy, why ruin this?"

"But i’m not happy, Y/N… You're the best thing that ever happened to me and the fact that I did this to you hurts me more than you can imagine," Elliot said. "Which is why I have to let you go."

Your bottom lip quivered at his words, wiping your cheeks. "I ruined myself for you, Elliot," you whispered. "Changed everything about myself so that you'd stay interested in me... I'm a fool, huh?"

Elliot sighed. "I liked you how you were, Y/N," he said. "I was interested in you months before we talked at that party."

"I love you, please don't do this to me," you begged, walking closer to him, grabbing his hands.

"I love you too..." He replied, your eyes lightning up at his words. "Which is why I have to let you go," he said, slipping his hands out of your grip. You sobbed, hands covering your eyes. "It's for the best, please understand," Elliot sighed, standing up to hug you.

"It's not!" You cried. "This is not for the best!"

"Y/N... please," Elliot said, tears in his eyes, trying his hardest to hold them back.

"Why can't we just be together?" You asked, desperation clear in your voice. The thought of not having him anymore was unbearable. Your heart was beating way to fast, losing your breath.

"This is for the best, I promise," Elliot said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Sit down, let me calm you down and then i'll take you home," he said, sitting you down on his bed, an arm wrapped around you as the both of cried.

You stayed like that for an hour, just holding each other while Elliot tried to convince you that this truly was for the best. But you didn't believe him, if it was for the best why did it hurt so much?

Eventually you stood up, looking at his bedroom for the last time. Letting him drive you home for the last time.

You didn't want to get out of his car, looking over at him with a frown.

"I'm sorry baby," he whispered. You nodded. "You'll see soon enough that this really is for the best, I promise... I love you."

"I love you too," you said, giving him a sad smile. You wished you had said it sooner so you could of heard him say it more.

Elliot reached over, cupping your cheeks, pressing one final kiss against your lips. "I'll see you around," he said, watching you get out of his car. "I'll always be here for you."

"Me too," you said, wiping your tears before you closed the door. Walking towards your front porch, turning around, giving him a small wave as he drove off and you burst into tears again. Immediately calling Lexi.

Your heartache got easier with the changing seasons, and slowly you went back to your normal self. The first few days without the oxycodone were hard, somehow you fought through it. But once the pain of that went away all you could focus on was Elliot and the aching you felt, the constant longing. Even though he was the one who hurt you he was also the only person you wanted to comfort you.

But it got easier, Lexi and Rue were by your side. You spent hours crying with them, letting them hug you and help you heal. It took you a few weeks to realise that it truly was for the best. That you and Elliot were the definition of right person, wrong time. You didn't regret a single thing about the relationship.

You blended in once again, hiding yourself behind over sized sweat shirts, a book in your hand. You focused on your grades again, picking them up, pouring your heart and soul into your schoolwork, trying to reclaim everything you had lost a few months ago.

Seeing him around school was the hardest. Running to the bathroom on the verge of tears at the mere sight of him, longing looks across the hall being shared, small smiles when you walked past each other and by the time the new school year started, you were strangers again. Two strangers with a whole lot of history.

It wasn't any easier for Elliot, his drug use only increasing without you by his side. He didn't have a reason to even attempt to get sober, so why bother? He felt at ease when you went back to your old self, the girl he gawked over for months finally returning. Once he saw you back into your old routine, smiling with Lexi, pen on paper scribbling away, was when he started to heal.

But he didn't know if he would ever fully heal and neither did you, he meant what he said in that song. One day, we'll meet again. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, or even in five years time, but eventually he would weasel his way into your life again. But for now, he was quite content with watching you flourish from the sidelines and he did just that, every single day until graduation.

Elliot watched you walk on stage to graduate, you received various amounts of awards, you were even given a scholarship to your dream collage. Seeing you so happy made him happy, in this moment he knew that he really had done the right thing by ending things with you a year ago.

You were moving out of state soon to start college and although you hadn't spoken in a year, he had to say his last goodbye.

"Y/N," he said, grabbing your wrist. You looked over you shoulder, eyes softening at the sight of him. "Congratulations, you deserve this," he smiled.

You grinned up at him, turning around to face him. "Thank you," you nodded. "And thank you for breaking up with me, I don't think I would of received a single award if we had stayed together... not that I don't miss you or anything," you said.

Elliot nodded at your words, dropping your wrist. "I told you it was for the best... Good luck out there," he said.

"You too," you replied, turning away, ready to walk away, but you froze. Pursing your lips, you turned back around to face him, wrapping your arms around his torso, hugging him tightly for possibly the last time. Elliot hugged you back and your eyes fluttered shut, cheek pressed against his chest. "I just want you to know that no matter where life takes us i'll never forget you," you said.

Elliot smiled at your words. "I'll never forget you either... how could I? You're the first person I ever loved," Elliot said.

You pulled away from him, your eyes becoming glossy with tears. "You're the first person I ever loved too," you said, reaching up on your tip toes to kiss his cheek.

Elliot cupped your cheeks, smashing his lips against yours. Your eyes widened before fluttering shut, hands snaking around his neck. You had missed the familiar feeling of his lips on yours. You pulled away, staring up at him with a smile

"Maybe we should have sex," Elliot suggested, taking you by surprise.

"Just one last time won't hurt, right?" You laughed.

"My car?" He asked, as the two of you began walking.

"I have a car now, tinted windows and all," you said.

"Your car it is," Elliot smirked.

Rue and Lexi stood side by side, watching the two of you walk away together. Lexi's arms folded across her chest. Rue's eyes squinted, a hand over her forehead to stop the sun from getting in her eyes.

"This can't be good," Rue said.

"Honestly Rue, I think their soulmates," Lexi said, watching as you and Elliot disappeared into the back seat of your car. "No matter how much you try and keep them apart, they'll always make their way back to each other."

Rue hummed, looking over at the brunette girl. "Ice cream?" She asked. Lexi smiled, intertwining her arm with Rue's and walking off.

THE END

#little star #little star masterlist #euphoria #euphoria imagine #hbo euphoria #euphoria smut #dominic fike #elliot euphoria #elliot x reader #elliot x y/n #elliot x you #rue bennett #lexi howard #elliot smut #elliot fanfic #elliot angst #elliot fluff #elliot imagine

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hangovercurse · 3 years

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The Things We Can’t Tell Pete About

Pete invites you to meet his friends from The Dirt and makes you promise not to flirt with any of them, which is a lot easier said than done, especially when Colson Baker acts like that.

Request: “Hey so I love all your writing and I just thought you should know that! But also I’d your requests are on still would you mind writing a youre Pete’s little sister but kells got a crush xx”

Colson x reader

Warnings: Drug use, Cursing

A/N: I know, Dom (Yungblud) wrote the song, but also I am the writer and I say that Y/N wrote it :) Anyways, enjoy. This is only part 1 of what is probably going to be a fun, cute lil series. Also thank you to the anon who sent this! You made my day(s)

Word Count: 2411

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New York was lonely without your brother. He had been filming in New Orleans for the past three months, leaving you alone. You had some friends, but Pete was your best friend. You were only eight months younger than him and practically attached at the hip. You supposed going through trauma together would do that to people.

He facetimed you all the time from set, updating you on things in his life, showing you cool stuff from the set, and introducing you to his castmates. You had kept him updated on your music, playing him demos of songs you were writing and getting his opinion on them.

Him being away wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but it definitely sucked for you. So, when Pete texted you that he was having a few friends from the movie over the night he got back, you were ecstatic.

Before you left your apartment to walk to his, he texted you.

You’re not allowed to flirt with any of my friends

You rolled your eyes as you locked your door, preparing a response.

I’ll try my best

Your phone buzzed seconds later.

I’m serious. I don’t trust any of them with you.

And I don’t need that kind of awkwardness in my life

Like if you date one of my friends and it goes badly

I don’t wanna deal with that shit

You chuckled at his chain of texts.

Don’t flirt with your friends because they’re dicks, got it

Don’t worry bro, I know the sibling code

You came to find out that that was a lot easier said than done. When you walked into his place, everyone in the room turned to look at you. You recognized most of them from your facetimes with Pete, but you doubted they remembered who you were. One who did remember you was Colson, Pete’s new best friend. He made eye contact with you from across the room, a sly grin on his lips. You sent him a small smile, Pete’s text running through your head briefly.

You found your brother lounging on the couch, a huge grin on his face. He was definitely tripping on mushrooms. “Y/N!” He yelled. “This is my baby sister, everyone.”

You rolled your eyes, walking further into the room, grabbing a drink from the cooler, and taking an empty seat on the opposite couch. “I’m less than a year younger than you, Pete.”

You heard a snicker from the one of the guys, looking over to see Colson covering up the smile on his face. “But you’re still younger than me so it counts.”

Everyone went back to their own conversations, which you were thankful for. “Y/N, you remember Colson, right?” Pete motioned to the blond guy.

“Yeah.” You nodded, looking him up and down. His muscle tank exposed the sleeves of tattoos, which seemed to cover every inch of his skin. “Your hair was different, but yeah I remember you.” You opened the beer on the coffee table, taking a swig.

“You’re the musician, right?” He asked you, leaning back onto the couch.

You nodded, “Aspiring musician but, yeah.”

“Oh, she’s great. You should hear her sometime.” Pete butted in, grinning like an idiot at you.

You rolled your eyes but had a smile on your face. “I work primarily as a songwriter and editor right now, but I’m trying to work on putting out some of my own stuff.”

You felt a little intimidated talking to Machine Gun Kelly about music, seeing as he was one of the best in the industry, but he seemed to be genuinely interested in your work. “Well, if you ever want some help or someone to listen to it, I’d be willing.” He flashed a smile, his bright blue eyes sparkling.

“Thanks, that’s really cool of you.” You bit your lip slightly, trying to hide the fact that you were totally breaking Pete’s rule.

Pete sent a glare your way to which you raised your eyebrow. You weren’t really flirting; you were just… making connections. “Anyways,” he cleared his throat, “I’ve been working on this sketch idea, Y/N, and I need your opinion.”

You nodded, letting him talk. “So, I was thinking like, there’s this guy with posters all over his wall. Like life size posters of a bunch of different people. And he falls asleep while doing homework and he dreams about them coming to life. And it plays out like one of those really bad commercials that encourage kids to stay in school and shit. Like the posters are telling him to study for his test, but then there’s this one poster that’s like, very sexy. And she’s just like, talking about hot dogs and everyone else gets really sick of it and one of the other posters tries to like, tear down her poster or something.”

Throughout his description, you got more and more confused. “Pete, that’s not funny that’s just fuckin weird.” His mouth hung open in shock. “Dude, seriously? The big punchline is the playboy poster girl talking about hot dogs until the other poster people get tired of it?”

“Yes.” Pete said, as if it were obvious. “That’s hilarious.” You glanced at Colson with a questioning look on your face. He seemed as unsure of the joke as you were.

“Pete, man, that’s not your best work.” Colson clapped him on the shoulder and you giggled at Pete’s disappointed expression.

“You guys are mean.” He pouted and you two laughed. “Ok, well, how would you make it funny?”

“I don’t know if you can, bro.” Colson’s laugh was contagious. When he laughed his whole body shook, his feet stomping and everything.

“What are the other posters?” You asked, trying to be supportive but knowing this wouldn’t turn out very good.

“Well, I was thinking maybe one is like a video game character. Like that lady from Wreck-It-Ralph. The mean one. And then like a snowboarder who is definitely high, and someone else, I dunno.” He shrugged, taking a hit from the joint in his hand and passing it to you.

“Okay…” You trailed off, looking at Colson for support. You brought the blunt to your lips, inhaling the smoke and bringing it down, letting the smoke leave your mouth slowly. You passed the joint to Colson, who gladly took it, a smirk on his face.

Pete looked between you two at the small interaction, a frown. “So, the posters,” he brought your attention away from the man again, “they’re all really serious about teaching this dude math. But the hotdog girl just keeps talking about hot dogs in like this really high-pitched voice.”

You watched the smoke fall from Colson’s lips, not fully paying attention to your brother.

“Yeah man, I think that sounds funny.” Colson told Pete, his eyes lingering on you for a little longer than they should have. “It could use some work but if anyone can make it funny, it’s you.” Colson punched your brother on the shoulder, but the look he sent you said the exact opposite.

You held in your giggle, taking another sip of your beer.

The rest of the night followed a similar pattern, you and Colson flirting and Pete trying to get in between you two. At one point, after a few more hits of weed and a couple more drinks, Colson brought out a guitar, insisting you play something for him. Where he got the guitar from, you had no idea, but you didn’t ask questions. Instead, you rolled your eyes, insisting that “if I have to play something, so do you.”

Everyone was too caught up in their own conversations to care about the noise, or too drunk. You started strumming, trying to remember the chords to a song you had started writing a few days ago. “There’s no lyrics yet, just a melody I came up with.” You blushed, feeling very self-conscious suddenly.

“Guess I’ll just free style to it then.” He chuckled as you started to strum, your fingers working the strings like they had your whole life.

The blond man closed his eyes, head nodding as you played and thinking of what to rap.

“Watch me, take a good thing and fuck it all up in one night. Catch me, I’m the one on the run away from the headlights.

No sleep, up all week wastin time with people I don’t like. I think, somethin’s fuckin wrong with me.

You smiled as he sang, watching his expressions change as he tried to think up the next line.

Drown myself in alcohol, that shit never helps at all

I might say some stupid things tonight when you pick up this call

I be hearin silence on the other side for way to long, I can taste it on my tongue, I can tell that somethin’s wrong.”

He opened his eyes, looking rather proud of himself. “I had some of those lyrics already, but I just changed ‘em a little. I really liked that.”

You nodded, “That was impressive.” You smiled, looking back down to the guitar when something hit you.

You began to play the same melody but pitched higher to fit your voice.

“Roll me up, and smoke me love

And we could fly into the night

You take drugs, to let go, and figure it all out on your own

Take drugs, on gravestones, to figure it all out on your own.”

You looked up to Colson, watching his expression change, his eyes wide. Pete had a proud look on his face.

“Pete, you are a sucky hype man. You did her no justice.” Colson hit Pete on the arm.

“Whaddya mean, I told you she was great.”

Colson looked over to you, a stupid smile on his face. “Seriously, that was fucking amazing. Like, we gotta write that shit out some day.”

You bit your lip, trying to stop the blush from reaching your cheeks. “Yeah, that’d be cool.” You were trying your best to keep your cool as Colson kept his gaze on you, but you were completely freaking out on the inside.

A little while later, almost everyone was gone except you, Pete, Colson, and Douglas Booth, who joined your conversation not long after your jam session. Pete let out a yawn, directing your attention to the time.

“Jesus, it’s already 4am?” You asked, a frown on your face.

“Why, you got somewhere to be, darling?” Douglas asked you, your face scrunching up from the nickname.

“I have a writing session at 11 am tomorrow. Or, today, I guess.”

Pete reached out to hit you in the head, playfully, which you dodged. “Go to bed, dummy.”

You shrugged, “I’m gonna be dead at it anyways, might as well keep the party going a little longer.”

Douglas rolled his eyes, patting your shoulder. “Be that as it may, I am ending this party and going home. Goodnight, guys. It was nice meeting you again, Y/N. Good to see you guys.” Douglas and the guys did that little hand slap and hug thing before he left.

“I love you both, but I will also be going to sleep. And you should too.” Pete stood up, stretching his arms out before giving Colson a fist bump and leaving to his bedroom.

Once your older brother left, Colson moved to the couch you were on, his arm falling over your shoulders. You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “And how can I help you Mr. Kelly?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m assuming Pete gave us both very similar talking to’s, given the glares you’ve been receiving all night.”

“You mean the “don’t flirt with my friends” talking to or the other one?” You tilted your head, a sly look on your face.

“That’s the one.” Colson laughed through his nose, an adorable smile on his face. You were both considerably high, but you still knew exactly what you were doing.

You moved closer to Colson’s body, “Well then I guess we’d better not do this.” You said quietly, leaning into him. “Or this,” You grabbed his jaw, inches from his face.

“Or this?” He whispered, connecting your lips. You smiled into the kiss, tasting the weed on his tongue. You adjusted your body so you were facing him, his arm that was once around your shoulder now wrapped around your waist.

His other hand grabbed your leg, pulling you up so you were straddling his lap, and your arms wrapped around his neck. His lips seemed to fit perfectly around yours, and you did all you could to keep yourself from moaning into the kiss as his hand began to travel up your leg.

Realization hit you like a brick wall, and you pulled away, your breathing heavy. “Sorry,” you muttered after a few seconds. You climbed off his lap, smoothing out your shirt. “We shouldn’t do that. I shouldn’t have done that.” You smiled awkwardly down at him.

He nodded, the same realization hitting him. “Yeah, that’s not the best idea. Sorry I wasn’t really thinking.”

You shook your head, cheeks still very red. “No, no, no don’t apologize. It was fine, it’s all fine.”

He nodded, looking down awkwardly. “I should get going.” He stood up, landing a little too close to you.

“Why don’t you just sleep here? Pete won’t mind and it’s a lot easier than going home.” You bit your lip awkwardly, taking a few steps back.

Colson scratched the back of his neck. This was a very different demeanor than he had before, and you found it very cute. “Are you sure?”

You nod. “I’ll get you some blankets and pillows.” You moved towards the guest bedroom, a guilty smile on your face. You moved your hand to your lips, feeling where Colson’s lips had graced you minutes before.

You came back to find Colson laying on the couch, one hand behind his head. “We don’t have to tell Pete about that, right?”

You shook your head, a small smile still playing on your lips. You put the pillow behind his head, watching his eyes as he watched your lips. “Stop looking at me like that or I’ll do something else we can’t tell Pete about.” You said quietly, watching him grin. You pulled the blanket over him, leaning down to be level with his face.

“I kind of like the things we can’t tell Pete about.” Colson chuckled, leaning forward to connect your lips again.

#mgk #mgk imagine #mgk angst #mgk fluff #machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #Colson baker #colson x reader #colson baker imagine #colson baker fluff #colson baker angst #pete davidson

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themagicalmysticalboy · 2 years

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Tbh I hate the way the conversation has turned into it purely being about his songs being cut because that's not really the point. It was the fact that they created a space where he didn't feel comfortable showing them his songs even when they were incredibly good. Like people should maybe ask themselves why George had such low self esteem. And the reason he went for For You Blue over say, Let It Down, is bc John whined about the chords being difficult. They just didn't give his songs respect.

you’re not wrong bestie. the complaining on john’s part and the hot or cold- overbearing or uninterest- from paul didn’t make a great environment for george to explore his creativity. i’m honestly really proud of ringo for bringing in his own songs bc damn. j&p could unintentionally blow a song off in a harsh way.

i really don’t think j&p understood how hindering they were to george’s song writing until it was too late. it seemed like they were making much more of an effort to take geo seriously in Get Back but it was clear george had been held back too long and just wanted to put out his own stuff so badly. he knew if the planned live performance was like what they experienced before that his acoustic or softer songs would be blasted over by the crowd. so it probably felt like a waste of a song to him to put it on Let It Be. that probably contributed to why he really wasn’t keen on the whole thing. and like you said, he did For You Blue because it made john happy. which is extremely sweet of him but it goes to show he was willing to bend a lot more than the others to keep the peace and was still getting stretched beyond his limits.

he had gone from working with Bob Dylan and the band, feeling like he was being taken seriously as a song writer and guitar player, only to go back to The Beatles where he was third best to j&p again. and you can hear in the way he talks abt his guitar playing that he didn’t think he was good enough for j&p. he mentions that they need Eric Clapton and goes on about how much better of a guitar player he is than george and he’s so convinced of it that when john (i think) says they need george not Eric, george doesn’t take him seriously.

so yeah, trying to take the blame off j&p by saying george was just insecure ignores the root of that insecurity completely. which i think, and other have pointed out, comes from a place of j&p not wanting to grow out of their established relationship dynamics. it sucks that they couldn’t see george for what he was and how much he’d grown.

i relate a lot to george in this “you’ll always be the same person to me” struggle and it fucking hurts. it makes you feel like these people don’t care to learn abt you anymore and just want you to stay in your most docile and agreeable state. it’s not fun to experience from people you would have thought better of and i’m sure george did think them better at first. but maybe i’m just projecting now 😅

not to mention, the whole week before he left the band, his wife, Pattie, had walked out on him and he was stressed about trying to get her back but had no real time to do that being in recording sessions every day. boy was feeling rejected in a million different ways.

#the fool talking perfectly loud #i mentioned the last fact in a stand alone post but thought i’d tac it here too.#it also acts as a reminder for me to look more into that #anon ask #george #g&j #g&p #george harrison

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mah-gah-lee · 3 years

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What a weird family reunion Reggie x Reader (xLuke)

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Word Count: 3515 words

Summary: You’re Reggie’s little sister. You were 3 when he died. You’re now a ghost for a decade. One night, you recognize your brother and jumped into him to an unexpected family reunion. How is it going to happen? Will Reggie believe you? In a mysterious way, that’s Luke who help you to convinced Reggie.

Warnings: cuss (language), mention of death, mention of divorce, mention of drugs

A/N: This is my first fic about jatp characters. Hope you’ll enjoy! keep in mind that french is my first language, so i’m so sorry if there’s some mistakes in my fic

disclaimer: It takes place during episodes 6 and 7. I do not take into account the possibility of a Juke. The chemistry while they sing is there but no romantic feelings.

Tagged: @asdfghjkl-fanfics @standingtalllove

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Losing a child is the worst thing a parent could live, losing two is unimaginable. It’s seems being 17 years old was a new malediction in Peters family.

You were 3 when your older brother, Reginald, died in a weird hot dog accident. At that point, your parents were literally a fight away from a divorce but never did it because of you. You were too young to be in a divided family, according to them. But Reggie's death separated them for good. Yet they really tried to support each other, to overcome that and give you all the attention you needed. But your mother overprotected you and made you live in the shadow of your late brother. Your dad couldn't stand it. And when they finally divorce, moving out from reggie’s childhood house, you went to live with your dad.

Even though you were too young to form a strong bond with your brother, in a way you missed him. Your mother’s house was full of pictures of him, some of his clothes were still in a room, dedicated to him. When you visited your mother, you didn’t understand why you always found yourself in this room. You were drawn like a magnet to the comforting room. Reggie’s presence in this new house brought you such a sense of security that your mother had repeatedly found you asleep on a pile of your brother’s T-shirts.

And then you died in 2009. Kanye West had interrupted Taylor Swift's speech at the VMAs, Miley Cyrus hadn't gone crazy yet and One Direction didn't exist yet. What an era! You didn't know why the great light didn't come looking for you but you were there, as a ghost in 2009. And the time has passed ... You've had your best concerts, the best parties. A forever teenager who couldn't eat, drink or sleep.

And then 2020 came.

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You were tired of always doing the same thing for over a decade, but you couldn't help but go to every open scene that came up in your beautiful city. It was as if an inexplicable force was pushing you to go there.

This evening was no exception to the rule and you were in a very hip little bar in the city center. You wore one of those sleeveless, gray crop tops with high waisted pants, your leather jacket draped over your shoulders. Your eyes were directly drawn to a group of girls in colorful costumes. You couldn't help but roll your eyes. It's been 10 years since you died and it seemed to you that these girls looked like the same plagues that ruined the lives of so many teenagers in your time. You put on an expression of disgust when they all took the stage, but when the music started you couldn't help but admit it was pretty catchy. However, you didn't expect a ghost to appear in the middle of the stage, improvising a choreography. Was that part of the show?

But looking at the audience's non-reaction, you knew it wasn't. The ghost disappeared for the first time, and your gaze sought directly the distinctive light source of another apparition in the room. Your gaze lingered on a small group of three boys - the blond boy included - and two girls. You have wrinkled your eyes to better distinguish the teenagers, and your face expressed confusion.

“Reggie? “

You wanted to go see him so badly. You were pretty sure it was your brother but it all came too fast. The moment you decided to walk towards them, the organizer announced a new band.

“Okay, looks like we're close the night out with one more group…Julie and the fat ones.”

What was that for a name? Your attention had been diverted and when you looked back at the group, the boys had disappeared as one of the young girls took the stage. Your heart was beating so fast. You couldn't go wrong; you had seen so many pictures at your mother's house that it was impossible that this boy was not your brother. But you missed your chance…

Julie started to sing and your eyes were captivated, as much as your ears were. This kid was so talented! When she sang a rather high note, the tension in the room charged into electricity. The next second, the young singer was joined by the group of boys you had seen in her company. Appearing distinctly as the ghosts did. On drums there was the blond boy you had seen dancing a few moments earlier, on the electric guitar, a boy with tousled brown hair who seemed slightly familiar to you ... and on bass, with a flannel shirt, there was your brother ... Reggie was there, identical to the photos you had admired so much.

The bar was on fire as Julie and The Phantoms performed. What a sick name for a group made up of two-thirds of ghosts! The song was so catchy that your heart beat to the sound of the music. But your eyes did not leave your brother, you were unable to move, frozen in place. What should you do ? Will you introduce yourself after the performance? And, what would you say? "Hey hi Reggie, I'm your sister, I died ten years ago and you twenty-five years ago. Unbelievable, right?! Nice to see you again" And once again, before you knew it, the song was over and the boys were gone again, leaving Julie alone on stage in the bewilderment of the many people in the facility.

“for God's sake, where are they?”

You didn't want to miss it anymore. Even though the whole situation was strange, you wanted to see your brother again.

Your eyes flew over the room before seeing the scene play out before your eyes. Julie seemed petrified in front of a man. The boys watched in amazement and as Julie left with what appeared to be her father, you rushed over to the group of three musicians before they disappeared again.

“omg please don't poof out again.” You said almost out of breath

The boys looked at you like you were crazy before the guitarist jumped off the bar counter, bursting with energy.

"Wait, you can see us?"

“as much as when mister "all eyes on me" made his performance”, you were pointing your head at the blond boy.

The group looked at each other in puzzlement and Reggie finally spoke, his blue eyes full of mischief.

“So…hi there cutie, how can we help you?”

Your face expressed disgust and you stuck your tongue out mimicking vomiting.

Luke gave Alex an amused smile, seeing Reggie flirting and your spontaneous reaction. The bassist couldn't help but charm the pretty ladies.

“Wow Reggie, that's gross ... you're my brother.”

Reggie burst out laughing at your response, not noticing that you called him by his first name when he hadn't even introduced himself to you yet.

“Yeah right, for sure. You just could tell me you weren’t interested. But I’m charming...”

It was the first time he had been given such an excuse but you looked so serious that he stopped dead in his tracks as Luke and Alex watched you. They always knew Reggie had a sister. But the scene unfolding before their eyes seemed impossible. (Y / N) was so young when they died and now must have been around 28, something like that. But the girl in front of them was a teenager, their age. How was this possible?

You didn't want to drop the information like that. It was worse than anything you could have imagined. But it had escaped you. Now he didn't take you seriously. Your eyes were wet with tears. It was scary to find you in front of your brother for the first time as a ghost teenager. Luke looked panicked when he noticed your eyes, squeezing Reggie's shoulder as you seemed to beg.

“Can I ... can I meet you in a quieter time please, Reginald?”

Your brother's eyes widened as Luke's hug on his shoulder tightened a bit. The eagerness and desperation in your voice had made both boys react, Alex was just looking at all of you like all of this wasn't real. The use of Reggie's name made him tense, surprised. Few called him Reginald. In fact, only his family, and the boys when they wanted to annoy him, called him that way. And although his nickname is obvious enough to deduce his

full first name, he deeply felt that you weren't just anyone.

He seemed a little panicked and looked around for his friends to support him. As if the solution would fall by itself just by the presence of Luke and Alex.

“Okay, but I want Luke and Alex’s there! What about tomorrow? I’ll give you the address!”

Wow, that was quick.

“hm, yeah, yeah sure, as you want”

You nodded and Reggie silently slipped a note to the drummer. Alex took a pen, write something on a paper towel and gave it to you. You weren’t surprise, you also can make some tricks. And you just had the time to thanks them before they poofted again.

…

The next day, you landed in front of Julie's garage. Lucky she's at school because you shouldn't be explaining your presence, so she managed to see you the way she saw boys.

Before entering, you peeked out the window and frowned. There seemed to be only Luke so far. He was leaning over the piano, his head in a notebook. Your body went through part of the garage door and you cleared your throat.

“hmm, hi ... i came to see Reggie ..”

Luke instantly raised his head and you caught his attention.

“oh uh, hi! He should be here soon, come in.….”

Silence felt as Luke motioned for you to sit on the couch. It was a rather pleasant studio; the plants gave a warm atmosphere to the room and the music set sent you good vibes.

"Does your girlfriend mind that I'm here? I mean, that seems to be your HQ"

"girlfriend?"

"The girl you sing with" I simply said.

"Julie? Um, yeah, she's not my girlfriend. She-sh-she’s great and we have this powerful connection but…not, not in a romantic way. Music tied us. Music and friendship "

Luke chuckled lightly as he scratched his head. You were surprised they weren't dating. Yesterday the tension was intense. He seemed authentic when he had continued his momentum. You let out a smile amused by so much overflow.

“It's okay, I don't need to know your full relationship statute or your social security number.”

The guitarist gave you a frank smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement. For a ghost, his gaze was really alive.

“ I’m Luke, by the way”

"Y / N… Re .."

"Reggie's little sister… I-I remember you a little."

"You look familiar to me. Maybe I saw you in a few pictures with Reggie."

Silence fell and you started to feel anxious. Maybe it was a bad idea? You had grown up since Reggie died ... were you still his little sister after all? Luke seemed to notice your dismay and put a comforting hand on your knee.

“hey, is something bothering you?”

“What if he doesn't believe me ... if he definitely thinks I'm not his sister.”

“Let's be honest, it's a little hard to believe. The last time I saw you, you were three years old.”

It was as if the memories flooded into your mind and let you carried away in your words.

“Yeah, you gave me this teddy bear with a guitar and told Reggie you wanted to be my favorite.”

Luke chuckled slightly before staring at you, speechless. He seemed dazed. This anecdote dates back to twenty-five years anyway. He himself had a hard time remembering it until you said it a few seconds earlier.

“what was the smell of the stuffed animal?” he asked, confused about that funny fact

“sorry, what?”

“the plush, what did it smell like?”

“hot waffle, why?”

“okay ... maybe you are his sister ... tell me more about what you remember”

You looked at him with a puzzled expression. Everything had been so natural before he stopped in all the movements. And now, it was hard to think about for the memories you had of Reggie on demand. The teddy bear given by Luke story had slipped out of your mind without you realizing it. As your brain seemed to boil, the fog of your thoughts cleared.

“can I use your guitar?”

“hell no ... why?” Luke exclaimed with far too much anticipation

“I have this lullaby stuck inside of my head ... I think Reggie sang it to me when I was a child”

Your pleading and desperate gaze fell on Luke who categorically refused to let you take his guitar. He ends up grabbing his six acoustic strings, terminated. There was something about you that made him weak.

“Maybe you can teach me but ... my guitar is my guitar, nobody touches it.”

You nodded and the lead singer moved closer to you. You were stunned by its smell, like a distant memory. Luke had definitely been a part of your life before he died, you were sure of that. You leaned over her shoulder, humming the lullaby that was left in your head. It didn't take long for him to find the right chords. Luke continued several times before you stopped singing, looking at him intently.

“that's exactly it ... this lullaby”

You both looked at each other, an indecipherable expression in your eyes. You both jumped at the sound of the garage door. Reggie appeared with Alex.

"Ready to compose hellish songs! oh did I interrupt something?”

"No, no I was there to see you. I guess you have a lot of questions."

"hell yeah, can we start from the beginning?"

You smiled to approve his request. The boys settled down on the sofa, while you sat down on one of the single armchairs. And the flow of questions began

“When are you born?”

“(your birthday date) 1992” you simply answered.

“What’s your name?”

(y/n) (y/m/n) Peters

It’s seemed to convinced a little Reggie but doubt was all over his face. It was information you could easily get on the internet nowadays.

“What’s my favorite food?”

“Pizza, mom said your favorite was the extra cheese with pepperoni”

“And what was my favorite toy?”

“I freaking don’t know, how can I suppose to known that?”

“ah ah!” he pointed the finger at you, as if that answer was proof that you were lying. It broke your heart but you didn't show it.

Instead, you rolled your eyes and Reggie kept going to ask you some question. Of course, you would have liked to have answered his questions correctly. Your mother told you some anecdotes about him but not to the point of knowing all the details.

“What’s the most terrible thing I said to my mom?”

“Omg I don’t fucking know! I was 3 when you’re died, asshole!”

Luke smiled when you exploded. Reggie was Reggie, as weird as possible. Now you were angry and desperate. Your brother didn’t believe you and he kept dragging you into this miserable feeling that you were never going to get your brother back. You had spent your short life living with a faint memory of him. Your blankie was one of his t-shirts, his voice reasoned in your head when you couldn’t sleep.

But then, in front of him, you were a stranger to him. Your heart was bruised from not being able to hug him and to finally meet this brother who had left far too soon.

“Okay, okay… So, how can you proof me you’re really my sister?! “

In the room’s corner, Luke looked at you, you looked desperate, about to cry again. He grabbed his guitar and cleared his throat. Reggie turned to him as the guitarist still had his eyes on you, a heartwarming smile hanging across his face. You had managed to convince him in a few minutes. He felt connected to you and the things you told him were disturbing. You could only be Reggie's sister; it was impossible otherwise.

"Hey…What about the song you told me earlier." he said with a soft and comfort voice

Your eyes caught his gaze, grateful for the initiative. You nodded and Luke started playing the few notes you had taught him a few minutes earlier. It was so different from all the songs the brunette could play before. It was a lullaby, such easy children's music with just a few notes. Of course, the band wasn’t supposed to play when Julie wasn’t in the room but, Luke had thought it was the best thing to do to encourage you to keep going. He didn’t know why, but he wanted Reggie to believe you. Luke believed you, hard as nails. There only had to look at your eyes to understand this reality, and Luke had noticed that. You had the same blue eyes as your brother. How could Reggie still doubt that? You started to sing

You're so sleepy

Very much sleepy

You want to go to the fairyland

You close your eyes

And jump into your dream.

When you'll wake up

I’ll still be on your team.

The instant Reggie heard the first notes, he knew. But hearing you sing the lullaby he had invented for you when you didn't want to sleep as a child, was a magical moment. You were his baby sister. He gave you that sad little puppy face, so overwhelmed. Reggie opened his arms and you jumped into a hug, so glad he finally accepted the fact that you were his sister.

You felt oddly safe again, like taking a nap in Reggie's pile of old t-shirts. You were so happy to find your brother and to be able to live your non-life by his side. Nothing would be as boring as it used to be. Reggie pushed you away with a concerned look

"but wait ... how did you die?"

"Yeah ... I don't really know ... I was at a really, really good rock concert and I bought this drink ... and I think I got drugged up there and ... I guess I'm dead? tadaa " you tried to tell him in a light tone.

He had just learned that he had a little sister. He didn't have to know that she was sneaking out at rock concerts and drinking alcohol before she was old enough. Right? Alex looked at Luke and Reggie with his half amused half confused smile. As for Luke, he fidgeted from foot to foot at the discovery. Y / N was as much rock and roll as they all were. Rebellion had to be his middle name

You loosened Reggie's embrace and lowered your head, pursing your lips so as not to show your embarrassment. He asked if you wanted snacks and you nodded. There was a slight silence. You didn't notice the urgent look Luke gave Alex but the next moment the blond jumped up to accompany the bassist, leaving you alone in the garage with the lead singer.

The silences were a little longer until Luke cautiously approached you. You could feel the awkwardness from miles away.

“ Sooo, you made this.”

“ yeah ...” you answered in a shy voice

It was the moment you had to thank him but your words seemed frozen. You mustered all the courage to plant your gaze in Luke's eyes.

“Thank you ... for helping me earlier.”

“oh it was nothing”.

“I ... yes, yes it was. You can't imagine how important seeing Reggie again is to me. Thanks for ... for helping me open his eyes.”

A slight smile caught his lips and he reached for your cheek before stopping his gesture. Instead of stroking your skin, he simply put a section of your hair back behind your ear.

“I would do anything for my best friends.”

And Reggie was definitely one of Luke’s best friend. You hardly swallowed, your stomach contorting under the effect that the guitarist made you. Time had seemed to fly at an incredible speed as the moment was interrupted by Reggie and Alex coming back to you.

“OMG LUKE DON’T FLIRT WITH MY SISTER, SHE’S 3!”

You cleared your throat and stepped aside to pull yourself away from Luke as far as possible. Your gaze fell on your brother and you raised an eyebrow at the last remark. 3 years old, really? You were 3 years old twenty-five years ago ... now you were eternally a teenager

“I’m seventeen.”

“Listen, i'm your big brother, you’re three, end of discussion.”

Your face wanted to laugh and you pursed your lips to keep from succumbing. But your eyes… Your eyes met Luke's in a complicity that slowly settled. Could you fall in love with your big brother's best friend? Definitely yes...

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chickwiththepurpleguitar · 3 years

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For a prompt, maybe Bobby having a job in high school where he teaches guitar to kids and Emily and Mitch mistakenly sign Luke up for lessons? (Bobby just doesn't sound like a teenager on the phone) Belated congratulations on the 500 milestone, btw ✨

Here you go, friend! I hope you like it! My first jatp AU fic lol :)

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Here’s the thing: Luke already knows how to play the guitar.

Has he ever taken a lesson? Officially? No, of course not, because he’s not a nerd. But he’s been learning from YouTube tutorials for almost six years now, been writing his own stuff for four, been the lead singer and guitarist of an epic, legendary rock band for two. He’d say he’s pretty well covered in the “knowing how to play the guitar” department, without some crusty old guy showing him the chords to songs no one’s listened to since the 60s in the grimy basement of a church two hours a week.

And yet, here he stands, on the sidewalk outside said church, guitar case in hand and a truly menacing grimace on his face, staring up at the hand-painted sign on the door detailing “Guitar lessons for kids! Room B38” in big block letters.

“Well?” Alex, who drove Luke here because Luke is currently not on speaking terms with his mother and father out of pure unadulterated spite, claps a hand on his shoulder, already stifling giggles. “You ready for your lesson, kiddo?”

“I will kick you out of the band,” Luke threatens.

“Then you can walk home.” Alex jingles his keys teasingly, then tugs Luke into a quick hug. “Come on, man, I think it was a nice gesture. Try to make the most of it, at least your parents are trying.”

Right, because the whole reason Luke’s here is because his mom thought the lessons would be a good reward for Luke passing all his classes this semester. Because she heard him complaining that Sunset Curve needed a rhythm guitarist to fill out their sound and decided that meant he needed to learn how to do it himself, even though Luke tried to explain to her that he couldn’t play rhythm guitar and face-melting solos at the same time.

Of course, she didn’t listen, and then his dad found a flyer for this guy Robert giving lessons out of the local church, and before Luke could say no, the first month’s worth were already paid for and he didn’t have a choice.

And he supposes Alex is sort of right. At least his parents know what a guitar is. At least they’re trying to be somewhat, relatively supportive of his music, instead of pushing him to apply to college or get a job over the summer like they did constantly until he ran away for six months after Christmas and almost died (he’s fine now, but that near-death experience really changed his parents’ tune).

At least they actually acknowledge that he’s in a band at all, unlike Alex’s folks, whose friends think Alex volunteers at homeless shelters in his free time, or Reggie’s, who just don’t care.

Luke knows he’s got it good, compared to his friends, compared to himself a year ago. But that doesn’t mean he’s gotta be happy about it.

“All right, I’ll pick you up in an hour,” Alex says, giving Luke’s shoulder another friendly squeeze. “Try not to pout so much, it’s unbecoming.”

Luke gives him the finger, and Alex’s laughter echoes behind him as he heads back toward his car.

And then Luke sighs, grips his guitar a little tighter, and heads inside. He’s already here, he might as well get it over with.

Room B38 is a tiny classroom deep in the bowels of the church, reserved for Sunday School or daycare or some other such activity. The door’s closed, so Luke knocks, and a voice from inside calls, “Come in!”

A voice that does not sound like it belongs to the crusty old man Luke had been picturing.

He frowns, wondering if maybe he’s in the wrong place, but tugs the door open anyway and maneuvers himself and his guitar inside.

There’s no crusty old man waiting for him. There is, however, a handsome (Luke can’t help noticing and then feels stupid for noticing), young man, no more than a year or two older than Luke at most, sitting in a comically small plastic chair and tuning an acoustic guitar.

“Hey,” Luke greets him, raising an awkward hand. “You’re… Robert?”

“Please—Bobby,” the guy corrects, laying his guitar down on the carpeted floor next to him so he can stand and shake Luke’s hand. There’s a gleam of confusion in his eyes, and he glances over Luke’s shoulder like he’s looking for something as he says, “You must be Luke’s… older brother?”

Oh, Luke is going to kill his parents. “Uh, no,” he says, clears his throat awkwardly. “No, um… I’m Luke.”

Bobby lets out an undignified snort, and then claps his hand over his mouth. “Sorry, sorry,” he says, still sort of giggling. “I shouldn’t laugh, it’s just—most of my students are in the four to twelve age range? I thought you’d be, like, eight.”

Luke rolls his eyes. “Well, I thought you’d be, like, sixty, so I guess we’re both disappointed.”

“Not disappointed,” Bobby corrects, and his smile makes Luke’s stomach flip in a way he’d really rather not analyze too closely right now. Bobby nods down at the guitar case in Luke’s hand. “Should we get started?”

Luke’s tongue feels dumb and thick in his mouth, but he manages to stammer something vaguely affirmative, and Bobby grins at him.

They settle into the kiddy chairs across from each other, and Bobby picks his guitar back up while Luke pulls his own out of its case.

He briefly considers pretending to actually need guitar lessons so that Bobby will have a chance to show off, because Bobby’s cute and funny and clearly cares about music, and Luke doesn’t know how to flirt.

But Luke also doesn’t know how to play guitar badly. So they only get about twenty minutes into the lesson before Bobby stops and says, “You don’t need me, do you?”

“I really don’t,” Luke apologizes. “I play lead guitar in a band, I’ve been teaching myself since I was twelve, my parents are just—” he starts to say stupid, then remembers Alex’s words and amends—“a little clueless about this kind of thing.”

Bobby puts his guitar aside and leans forward in his chair. “What, have they never heard you play before?”

Luke resists the urge to roll his eyes. “No, they have, they just. We’re looking for someone—my band and me—to play rhythm guitar for us? My parents asked why I couldn’t do it, and when I explained it to them, they thought ‘I can’t play lead and rhythm at the same time’ meant I couldn’t play rhythm at all. I don’t know.” He shrugs a little, busies himself with putting his guitar back in its case.

“I could.”

Luke looks up, frowning. “You could what?”

Bobby raises his eyebrows pointedly, nods at the guitar lying at his feet. “Play with you guys. If you’re still looking for someone, I mean.”

Luke’s heart skips a beat, and a warm smile spreads across his face without his permission. “Seriously, man? That’d be amazing! Here, let me give you my number and you can come over sometime and meet the band.”

They exchange information, and Luke spends a little too long staring stupidly at the contact in his phone that Bobby has named “Guitar Teacher <3”.

“Plus,” Bobby says, and Luke looks back up to see him smirking as he returns his own phone to his pocket. “Now I get an excuse to see you again. Since you obviously don’t need the lessons.”

“Yeah,” Luke agrees. “Yeah, I’d really like that.”

“But, uh, maybe don’t tell your parents that. Cause I can’t give them a refund.”

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tearsofgrace · 4 years

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I Love Led Zeppelin

written for suptober 2020 day 11: rock and roll

word count: 3.1k tags: so much zeppelin, HAPPY ENDING, that’s right i wrote happy shit, angst, fluff, love confessions

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“I want to know why you chose them,” Cas said petulantly.

Dean turned onto the highway and glanced at Cas. “I told you. They’re just the best Zepp songs.”

Cas just stared at him. And Dean stared right back. The angel wasn’t winning this one. Because if he started talking, it would all become too obvious.

As if giving him a damn mixtape wasn’t already obvious, he thought. He looked away. Not because he was letting Cas win, but because he hadn’t looked at the road in a while and getting in a car crash wasn’t in the cards for today.

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you, man.”

“What about this one?” Cas asked, and Dean stopped listening to the music. It had been Cas’ idea to listen to the mixtape, and after getting over his shock that Cas still had it, he agreed. He loved Zeppelin, what could go wrong?

“Ten Years Gone” was playing, and he pushed back a smile. He remembered choosing this one, listening to the lyrics, knowing how perfectly it fit. Robert Plant had written it for an old girlfriend who’d made him choose between music and her. And ten years later, he looked back on where he was.

It was stupid. God, he knew it was stupid. But he’d chosen it because Cas hadn’t chosen his music: Heaven. Cas had chosen them, and here they were, ten years later.

“I chose it because I like the chords,” he finally answered as the song came to an end.

“Oh,” Cas said.

The opening lines of “Ramble On” came on and Dean smiled. God, he loved Zeppelin. He and Sam didn’t listen to music enough in the car anymore. It brought back memories. The good memories from his childhood.

“Why did you add this one?” Cas sounded so serious, so sincere. And this one, this one Dean could answer. It wasn’t like some of the other songs on the tape.

“Kinda loved the Lord of the Rings imagery, but if you tell Sam you’re dead.” Cas laughed softly and Dean joined him. “And,” he took a breath, “I don’t know, it’s kinda like us, right? Like we have to keep going, no matter what evils we’re facing.”

“I like it,” Cas said quietly.

Dean reached over and turned it up, singing along dramatically because he knew Cas would get a kick out of it. Sam would have called him annoying, but not Cas. His friendship (friendship? That what you want Dean?) was so different with Cas.

When the song ended, and “Whole Lotta Love” came on, he almost reached over to shut it off. A blush rose in his cheeks as he remembered picking this one, confident Cas wouldn’t know what it was talking about, confident he’d never have to confront Cas about it. He remembered recording it, his mind drifting to Cas even as he tried to stop it.

He was lifting his hand to the skip button when Cas covered his hand and pushed it back to the seat. Dean hated how much he wished Cas’ hand would just stay there. But it didn’t. It never did.

“I wondered about this one,” Cas said thoughtfully. Dean gulped, keeping his eyes fixed on the road. “It’s very,” Cas paused, and he could feel his eyes boring into the side of his head. He was sure his cheeks were flaming. “Very aggressive,” he finally finished.

“Yeah, I guess it is.” He let his eyes flick quickly to Cas and immediately regretted it. He looked so innocent, so clueless, but Dean could see the slight smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “C’mon, man it’s a great song,” he said, gluing his eyes back to the road.

“I thoroughly enjoy it.”

Dean gulped again, pictured Cas listening to it, hearing the lyrics. Then he squeezed his eyes shut and kept his lips firmly closed until the next song started.

The opening guitar line of “Stairway to Heaven” played and he immediately relaxed.

“Sam said you shouldn’t have picked this one. He said it was too overplayed,” Cas said before they were even thirty seconds into the song. And Dean almost ran them off the road right then.

“Sam knows about-” he cut himself off. No, that was too obvious. “Uh, why’d Sam say that?”

“I was listening to the song. And I told him you gave me a mixtape with your favorite Led Zeppelin songs and told him which song I was listening to. He said it isn’t even their best song.”

Shit. There wasn’t a chance in hell Sam didn’t know what giving someone a damn mixtape meant. At least Cas had been listening to “Stairway” but still. Dammit.

“He’s right,” he said, trying to control his voice. “It’s not their very best, but c’mon it’s a classic. I couldn’t just not add it. You have to admit, it’s a good song.”

“It’s my favorite on the tape,” Cas said.

Dean snorted. Of course it was. He wasn’t going to fault Cas for it, though. It was an amazing song. They let the song play out in silence, and Dean let himself let go. Just let it roll over him, let Cas’ presence steady him.

Next came “Kashmir,” which was another easy answer. It was a classic. But Dean always saw it as more than that. It was about the journey, not the destination, reaching for some distant horizon. That’s how he thought of his time with Cas. He got to enjoy the journey, even if they would never really reach the end, not the end he wanted anyway. It was gonna end bloody. One or both of them dead.

When “Going to California” started Dean smiled and went soft. John used to play this one after a really long hunt, and Dean hadn’t even learned the lyrics for years. He just loved the way it felt, the way everything weaved together and created a very specific feeling in him every time.

“I love this one,” Cas said quietly, as if to preserve the moment. “I like to think we can all get a fresh start.”

“Me too,” Dean answered. A fresh start. They’d had so many… way more than their fair share. But they still got more, still gave each other more, over and over. He didn’t know why Cas was even still with them, why he hadn’t turned tail and run ages ago. But he was glad for it.

“Black Dog” and “Travelling Riverside Blues” were next. He told Cas they were classics. Didn’t tell him that both of them were his mom’s favorites. Both of them were part of the reason she fell in love with John. Both of them made him think that maybe he could have something like that, even when he knew it wasn’t possible.

There were only a few songs left. And if Cas hadn’t figured it out already, these would make it painfully obvious that he chose these songs very specifically. That he chose them for Cas.

“Tangerine” started and he smiled. He loved how slow this one started, how sweet it was. He would never admit it out loud, but it was right up there with “Ramble On” and “Travelling Riverside Blues” for his favorite song.

He almost didn’t add it. Because it was so obvious. But also because it just wasn’t him and Cas. They would never have that sweet, innocent new love. There was so much baggage between them, so much to wade through before even finding a hint of love. But Dean knew it was there. If only brotherly on Cas’ side, it was there. And this song, this reminiscing on a sweet, beautiful relationship, it’s what he wanted with Cas. So sue him if he added it to the list.

“There’s a lot of love songs on this mixtape,” Cas noted. Dean glanced at him sharply, trying to gauge what he really meant. But with Cas, he always just said what he meant. There was very rarely a double meaning, a hint at something that wasn’t there.

“Yeah, there is,” he agreed, his breathing shallow. “Zeppelin has a lot of ‘em.” It wasn’t a lie… but Zepp also had plenty of non-love songs.

He almost sighed audibly when “Good Times Bad Times” came on next.

Cas didn’t have to ask at this point. He just stared at Dean until he answered the unspoken question.

“Chose this one cuz it’s our lives, ya know?” Dean ran his hands over the leather and glanced at the mile marker; they were just a few miles away from the town. Maybe they wouldn’t even make it to the end of the tape. “I mean, it’s mostly shit. But we have good times too.”

“We do,” Cas agreed seriously. And Dean allowed himself a small smile. He hated himself for loving that Cas had already listened to this start to finish multiple times, had kept it through multiple apocalypses, actually cared that Dean had taken the time to put it together. Because it didn’t mean the same thing to Cas. He wanted it to. But it didn’t.

There were only three songs left. They were as blindingly transparent as he could possibly be. And the fact they were on a homemade mixtape only added to it. But Cas… Cas wouldn’t understand.

“Fool in the Rain” was the beginning of the end. It wasn’t like it was one of Zepp’s most famous songs, but Dean had always loved it. It sounded almost idiotic on the surface, a lover waiting on the wrong block in the rain. But Dean had always seen it as more than that. Maybe he was being too deep… but, for one, there wasn’t anything in the song that suggested it was a man and a woman. And as a kid, he’d liked that. He liked to let it be whoever he wanted, let it represent whatever he needed. He wouldn’t get caught dead telling anyone else he’d even noticed that, but he’d always love the song because of that.

As he’d gotten older, he grew to love it even more. To him, it sounded like one sided love. Like someone who was waiting desperately for a sign that they would ever be loved back. But they were looking in the wrong place and they wouldn’t ever find it. As Robert Plant sang “My heart it sinks to the ground/And the storm that I thought would blow over/Clouds the light of the love that I found,” Dean resisted the urge to say something, to tell Cas, This is me. This is me because I’ll never have you.

“Why this one?” Cas prompted.

Dean cleared his throat. “Listen to his voice, dude. It’s amazing.”

He risked another glance at Cas, saw his eyes narrow and his head tilt, and knew he wasn’t satisfied with that answer. But it wasn’t like he could tell him the truth.

There were only two songs left. Two Dean had wanted to put on so badly that he couldn’t resist, no matter how obvious they were. He kept telling himself Cas wouldn’t even care enough to listen, much less to listen closely. Obviously that hadn’t worked.

Before he could turn off the music, claiming they were only five minutes out anyway, the soft vocal intro of “What Is and What Should Never Be” started.

Real smooth, Winchester, he thought. Putting a song about forbidden romance on a mixtape for your best friend.

“I understand this one,” Cas said.

Dean blinked and focused on the road, searching for the sign that would take them to the motel.

“You what?”

“I understand it. I don’t understand why you included it, but I understand it. Sometimes love just isn’t meant to be. Sometimes it isn’t possible, no matter how beautiful, how perfect it is.”

Dean nodded slowly. Was there someone in Cas’ past life he didn’t know about? Or even worse, someone he knew right now?

He didn’t respond to Cas. He didn’t know what to say.

They pulled into the motel as the final note played and Dean turned off the car, shutting off the music with it.

“What about the last song?” Cas asked.

Dean’s heart rate picked up and he felt his ears burning hot. He’d put it last. Maybe in hope that Cas wouldn’t get to it, or maybe because it perfectly closed what he was trying to say. What he felt.

“We, um,” he took a deep breath and let it out. “We have to check in, buddy, it’s late.”

“I want to listen to it, Dean,” Cas said, fixing him with those intense blue eyes. And really, no one could say no to that.

Dean restarted the car, trying to let the pleasant hum of Baby’s motor calm him down.

If the sun refused to shine I would still be loving you

The opening lines played through the speakers and Dean stopped himself from cursing loudly. He was fucked. He couldn’t sit in this car, with Cas, and pretend like this meant nothing. Like this was just another song that he really liked.

When mountains crumble to the sea There will still be you and me

He tried not to let his mind drift. Tried to ignore how silent Cas had gone. Tried not to think of those words the angel had spoken in the bunker so long ago. “Everyone you know, everyone you love... they could be long dead. Everyone except me. I'm the one who will have to watch you murder the world. So if there's even a small chance that we can save you, I won't let you walk out of this room.” Cas would have stayed with him, even while he burned the world to the ground under the influence of the mark.

Dean took a deep breath and anxiously ran a hand through his hair.

Kind woman, I give you my all Kind woman, nothing more.

Cas shifted slightly next to him, but he didn’t dare look up.

Little drops of rain whisper of the pain Tears of loves lost in the days gone by My love is strong, with you there is no wrong Together we shall go until we die My, my, my inspiration is what you are to me Inspiration look, see

So much pain. There was so much pain between them. It swirled and came to life whenever they spoke. But it didn’t matter, because Dean was never leaving Cas. He knew that now. He couldn’t do it without him.

As the guitar interlude played, he tried to calm down. To fight the panic climbing in his throat. This whole thing had been a bad idea. He should have never made the damn tape in the first place. His breathing slowed a little when the vocals came back. He could do this.

And so today, my world it smiles Your hand in mine, we walk the miles Thanks to you it will be done For you to me are the only one Happiness, no more be sad Happiness, I'm glad

The image was so clear in his mind. Him and Cas walked down an asphalt road, hand in hand, the sun in front of them and their troubles behind them. He would never have it, but it didn’t matter. He still owed Cas all his happiness, owed him his life, owed him everything. And he still never said thank you.

If the sun refused to shine I would still be loving you Mountains crumble to the sea There will still be you and me

Dean took a deep breath and looked at Cas. There was still almost a minute of instrumental in the song. It would be so easy, just to say that he liked the song. Or that it reminded him of someone. Or that he thought Cas would enjoy the sound of it.

Then Cas spoke, and he realized the angel’s eyes were wide and his lips were turned up in a smile. “Dean, please don’t lie to me. Why this one?”

He didn’t answer at first. He knew Cas would wait, and he did. They listened to the end of the song, and then the car went quiet. Dean turned the engine off and fiddled with the keys in his lap before looking back into Cas’ eyes.

“I guess,” he breathed in. He could do this. Why not? He couldn’t fuck things up with Cas more than he already had. He’d beaten him, nearly killed him, left him when he was vulnerable, yelled at him, taken him for granted. And yet, here he was. Right by Dean’s side, fighting to save the world again. “I guess I’m trying to say thank you, Cas. For sticking with us.”

Cas’ smile grew just a little, almost showing his teeth, and he held Dean’s eyes, as if waiting for him to go on. And Dean was going to leave it there, he really was. But for some reason, maybe the safety of Baby, maybe the soft way Cas was watching him, maybe the quiet begging to be filled, he went on. “I don’t want you to leave again. I don’t want to leave you. If we- If we beat God, then I still want you to stay. We take you for granted- I take you for granted. I know that. But I just- I want you here. I need you here.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good,” he said quietly, reaching for the door handle.

“Dean,” Cas said firmly. Dean paused and looked up, his heart pounding heavily in his chest. “I love you.”

His eyes widened and his thoughts swirled. He was dreaming, he had to be dreaming. Or this was a trick, someone was possessing Cas, someone was hurting him, someone was-

“It’s me, Dean.” And everything else melted away. It was Cas sitting next to him. Cas who had just spent an hour listening to Led Zeppelin with him. Cas who wasn’t leaving. Cas who had told him he loved him.

“I love you too,” he said. And it didn’t matter that Cas had just told him he loved him. Didn’t matter that Cas made him feel so safe. Didn’t matter that in spite of everything--all his doubts, all his fuckups, all his anger--he actually believed Cas wasn’t lying. He was still terrified.

Then Cas leaned across the seat and pressed their lips together, and he stopped thinking. He kissed him back gently, reveling in the taste, the softness, the electricity.

When they pulled away, he laughed softly and grinned sheepishly at the angel. Then he ejected the tape from the car and handed it to him before pressing another kiss against his lips. There were a million things he wanted to say, to explain, but there was only really one that fit.

“Thank you.”

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