#‘something about being the next jim Morrison’

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Jim Morrison died at 27. Gerard was 27 at the time of that phone call.

#‘something about being the next jim Morrison’ #i can’t articulate my feelings right now I was not prepared to hear that I went into that with absolutely no warning #god. #sometimes opal says stuff #Frank’s voice was shaking so much #i cant breovt #breathe

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Destiné à Être: A Remus Lupin Story

Chapter 17: Bitten

Hey, everyone! this is technically a repost because Tumblr has a personal vendetta against me lol, so I’m not even sure who was able to see it. I really like this chapter, and this whole story, really. Remus and Brigitte are so special to me and this story has helped me through some really hard times... hug your loved ones, be kind, drink the expensive whiskey, and read fanfic!

(Warnings: Smoking, drinking, language, sexual themes. 18+ only!!! Minor do not enter!!!!)

Word Count: 5.7K

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"The future is uncertain, but the end is always near" Jim Morrison

The fallen leaves on the sidewalk crunch loudly underneath Brigitte's boots with every stride, and the early winter air blows through her fluffy hair. It's her first day back doing work on behalf of the Order. It may not seem the most interesting work, like tracking werewolves or forming relationships with Death Eaters, but distantly following Antonin Dolohov could always lead to something. Constant Vigilance, like Moody always says.

Once the dust settles on her previous mishap, she will insist on more risky assignments. She's not completely useless, and she remembers a little bit from the first time Voldemort fought for power. He used not only dark witches, wizards, and werewolves, but also giants, vampires, and Inferi.

For the time being, her morning started with her waiting for him at dawn, when he stumbled out of a dingy Muggle pub. Now, she follows him down into the Underground, where he meets a man. Brigitte recognizes him from the paperwork she was given, Dirk Gibbon. She gets on the same train, and they get off in three stops. It's near the Ministry of Magic.

Brigitte lingers behind and notices them follow who appears to be Lucius Malfoy down a narrow pedestrian pathway. She runs across the street to get closer and manages to hide behind a phonebooth before the men turn around.

"I told you two-- never talk to me this close to the Ministry", Lucius sneers.

"We were given orders", Dolohov informs him. He leans forward to whisper, meaning Brigitte cannot hear anything. She can see the men bickering back and forth, when Malfoy points his wand at Dolohov's throat.

"Watch it, Malfoy. Don't forget who butchered our last attempt at getting the prophecy", Dolohov warns.

"What even is this damn prophecy? I ain't getting arrested unless I got all the details", Gibbon says. Brigitte listens as closely as she can. It appears that no one what this prophecy entails, but they are still seeking it.  

"That is for the Dark Lord to know. He has his suspicions, but he wants to confirm it once and for all", Lucius says. "Now, go on. I'll report later this evening".

Brigitte ducks into the phonebooth to hide as the men pass by. She waits until they are out of ear shot before Disapparating to Diagon Alley, to meet Tonks for another dueling practice. She walks down the busy street, filled with people Holidays. She can hardly believe it's already mid-December. So much has happened since the summer.

Stopping in front of the Quality Quidditch Supplies, Brigitte adjusts her knit scarf and stands amongst a group of ogling young girls pointing at the glimmering new broomsticks.

"Check out that new Firebolt!".

"I like the colors in the handle".

"I heard the Holyhead Harpies ordered a set for the team, they're gonna be unstoppable!".

Brigitte chuckles at their excitement as their mother's call for them down the street. She waits about a minute, then her brightly-haired friend appears next to her.

"Hey Dora! Thanks for doing this", Brigitte says hugging her neck. "I'm so happy to be healed and back to work".

"I'm happy I can help! Auror office has meetings all day I'm not allowed in. Damn pricks", Tonks mutters. "C'mon, while we still have good sunlight". She takes Brigitte's hand and Apparates them to a clearing in an evergreen forest.

"Moody used to bring me here when I was preparing for my Auror tests", Tonks says, seeing Brigitte's mesmerized expression. It's sublime, the moss-covered trees with long, gnarled limbs.

"Speaking of Moody!", Brigitte points to the ex-Auror who's just appeared in front of them.

"Hello, you two. See anything today, Moreau?".

"Yes, actually. Lucius Malfoy had a quick chat with Dolohov and Gibbons. I heard them talking about the prophecy".

"And they didn't see you?".

"Of course not".

"Good. Good. With what Snape told us at the last meeting, we’ll keep a close look out for them, and that snake... Alright, I'm gonna watch you two, see if there are any improvements". Moody sits back on a tree stump and leans on his walking stick.

"No dangerous spells, but no holding back. Sound good?", Tonks asks, rolling her jacket sleeves up and retrieving her wand from her back pocket. Brigitte nods her head and stands up straight.

"I'll bomb you with flowers, Love. I'm going to practice without my wand too".

"Element of surprise, I like it".

Tonks fires a harmless hex at Brigitte, commencing the faux battle. Both are surprised by their own quick reflexes, complementing one another's natural instincts as their spells come faster and faster.

The girls move in sync: when Tonks steps forward with her left foot, Brigitte steps back with her right. They both get in some shots. Tonks hits Brigitte with jelly-leg jinxes, and she throws back giant balls of moss and powdered snow.

"Ugh, gross!", Tonks winces as she spits out a clump of dirt. She steps forward to continue their practice, but Brigitte snaps her finger and raises a small root and trips her friend. The French witch is able to multitask without her wand, using her special magical abilities to 'attack' Tonks from multiple angles. Just as she regains her balance, a vine from a nearby tree snatches the wand from her hand and throws it to Brigitte.  

"I think I win", she sings victoriously.

"Don't get cocky. Tonks, remember your footing. I don't know how many times I've told ya that", Moody sighs.

"About a hundred. But what if I don't need my feet? I could turn into a dragon... at least I think? Never tried a dragon before". Tonks thoughtfully scratches her chin.

"I see your dragon and raise you a polar bear!", Brigitte cackles. "Shit ... better master my elemental magic before I even think about that, huh? I've never used my Animagus that way".

"We'll work on that once you've perfected your elemental abilities. I have things to do now, you two stay safe. Constant Vigilance!". Moody Disapparates, leaving the two witches in the forest.

"I'd still love to your Animagus sometime", Tonks says. Brigitte looks at her, biting her lip but eventually giving in.

"Remus hasn't even seen it yet ... but oh, what the hell. I really miss her". Brigitte steps back and rolls her shoulders to loosen the muscles. Then, she lunges forward and her body elongates, growing a thick coat of fur as her body grows five times its normal size and her beautiful face morphs into the head of a ferocious bear.

"Holy cricket", Tonks gasps. Brigitte lifts her head and lets out a deafening howl. It rattles off her jowls and trees. The sound is deep and hollow compared to a wolf's. She turns to Tonks and lowers her head in submission.

"Feel good?". She watches Brigitte gallop around the clearing a few times before transforming back to her petite form.

"Oh! How I've missed doing that! I usually only let her out at home, too risky to do it just anywhere. I'm glad I did this", Brigitte sighs contently.

"Me too! You're amazing! Fucking gorgeous and terrifying if I were against you in battle".

"Not gonna happen, Dora. I think I'll stick to scaring people with my fury", Brigitte says, lifting her hand to show her fingertips on fire. "Seems to work with Gus".

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First thing the next morning, Brigitte goes to St Mungos to visit the newest werewolf attack victim that Healer Le fay wrote her about. She has been concerned about the man's safety and those around him, for the man is hostile and almost violent to anyone trying to approach him.

"It'd be a shame for me to mangle that pretty face of yours, little girl. Just leave me alone!", the bandaged man growls from the hospital bed. It has not yet been two weeks since he was bitten, but the wound on his shoulder still bleeds steadily. Brigitte glances over his paperwork: Alexander Roth, 29 years old, suspected of being targeted by Fenrir Greyback. His physical description is similar to Darren, the first man she met with, which could mean it's the beginning of a pattern.

Both are young, fit wizards who don't have deep ties in the Ministry. Someone who could disappear and no one would really notice. Easy targets.

"We both know you'd be hexed before your head even lifted the pillow if that was your intention, Alex ... I'm not here to offer empty words of affirmation, I know you've had enough of that. I can help it you let me ... Do any family or friends know you're here? The healer says you've had no visitors?", she asks him.

He grunts but slowly turns towards her, "No family... girlfriend tried to visit ... I wouldn't see her. How can I let her see me like this?".

Brigitte's shoulders droop with disappointment. "I definitely don't recommend shutting her out. If she wants to support you, welcome her. It's not easy to do this alone, Alex, and I'm sure she's worried sick about you", she says softly.

He looks at her indifferently and silently. "Well", Brigitte continues softly, "I'm here to offer any kind of assistance you need. If you have trouble with employment or a place to live-", he turns his back to her and pulls up the sheets aggressively, "...I'm here. Take care of yourself...", she says comfortingly and leaves her contact information on his bedside table.

She walks up to the healer's counter on her way out, "Let me know if he gets worse. He mentioned a girlfriend, encourage him to let her visit. I'll try to be back soon...", she quietly tells Le Fay as to not draw attention. What they are doing technically is not illegal, but the Ministry most likely would not approve of the hospital contacting her about a werewolf attack.  

The graying healer gives her a warm smile, "Sure thing, dear...you take care of yourself".

As she leaves St Mungos, her mind wanders to Remus... 'he was only four, an innocent and happy little boy. He must have been terrified. How does a child even understand that happening to them?' Then she can't help but think about her brother and father. 'Beau was six, he remembers it vividly. He wasn't worried about himself though, but about papa who he shielded him from most of the attack. Oh papa. 26 full moons since I've hugged him...'   In 12 Grimmauld Place, she sits on her bedroom floor and lights a fire in the small fireplace. Brigitte goes through her mail. There's the usual update from the French Non-profit, and Brigitte is so proud of the strides the continue to make; but she's even more excited to see a letter from Francesca. My Britt, my sister, my confidant, I hope you're feeling better and had an amazing time on your date. I want all the dirty details! I've heard you're coming back for New Years (yes, I asked your Ma), so now I get to invite you to the Midnight party I'm hosting! I've moved into a new flat on the north end of Place Cachée closer to Maison Capenoir (where I also just got a promotion!). It's Masquerade theme so dress up, and invite Auguste and Fleur for me.   Ps. My address is 27 Rue Richer, apt. 9F ... Xx, Cess - 'Masquerade? Hell yeeeeeeeees!'. Brigitte waves her fists excitedly, thinking about being in Paris with Remus. Hearing Sirius yell at Kreacher on the stairs outside her bedroom is a grim reminder that he is stuck in this hellhole. He has his good days and bad. No matter how much fun they have, it cannot negate the fact that he's missing out on life in the outside world.

Brigitte places the letter in her sketchbook to keep safe the address. Then she sits on the bed, opens her stationary kit and pulls out a peacock feather and parchment.

She dips the quill in ink and takes a deep breath, "You've thought about this. It's a solid plan... he'll like it... he won't say no. Its risky but brilliant. The kind of plans he likes". In her best cursive, Brigitte writes the header of the letter,

'Dear Headmaster Dumbledore' ...

Brigitte spends a half hour writing out her secret proposal to the Hogwarts Headmaster as eloquently as she can. Once she's read over the letter a dozen of times, she attaches it to a small package containing an Eiffel Tower snow globe, tosses it in the fire with floo powder and shouts, "Professor Dumblydore, Hogwarts!".

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Remus come home that night after a long day of with Kingsley and Emmeline Vance. He takes his cloak off and shakes the snow flurries from his mousy-colored hair. The heavenly aromas waft up his nose as he quietly strolls past Mrs. Black, and when he slips through the doorway he sees Brigitte dancing to French jazz music and waving around ingredients with her wand. She drops everything when they lock eyes and runs into Remus' arms.

"Lunaire!", she gasps and wraps her legs around his hips, eagerly kissing him. She holds him tight, still upset about her St Mungos visit with Alex but thrilled about their Paris trip. Remus basks in the embrace, inhaling the scent in Brigitte's hair as if it is a superior alternative to oxygen.

"Well hello to you, Darling. I could get used to this kind of welcome", he chuckles with their foreheads pressed together and breaths mingling.

"Sirius has been holed up with Buckbeak today, so it's just us. Thought I'd make you dinner", she says. He puts her down so she can tend to the stove. But he stays close, wrapping his arms around her waist and watching her cook skirt steak.

"Thank you so much ... Y'know we don't expect you to cook us dinner because you're a woman".

She sighs blissfully and leans back into him, "That's sweet of you, but if the options are you, Sirius, or Kreacher, I really don't have a choice ... Why don't you make a drink and have a seat? Dinner'll be ready soon". Brigitte turns and kisses Remus' cheek.

"Yes Ma'am".

Brigitte finishes making street style tacos, and Remus watches in awe as she uses her magic to chop the fresh veggies mid-air.

"Did your mum teach you this... or dad?", he asks. She guides the food to the dinner table and mumbles 'aguamenti' at their empty drink glasses.

"Maman. She's an amazing cook, Papa has always brought her home international cookbooks. You'll see! There's always a big feast on New Years Eve. My Maman thinks the day dictates the next 365 days, so it's always a celebration", she rambles, "... sorry I'm doing it again. I'm just really excited to see everyone- And to shop on the Place Cachée! Ahh... the fact that you'll be there too, Remus ...", she gleams at him besottedly.

"I know how much your family means to you, I'm honored you want me there... plus I was never going to miss out on being your New Years kiss", he says. Brigitte leans in and grins against his lips.

The nerves in Remus' stomach twist violently at the thought of meeting her family. He's excited to be with her, but he never knows how people will react to him... what will they think when they see me? Their young, beautiful daughter with the world at her feet bringing home the old, unemployed werewolf?.

He tries to suppress those anxious thoughts and keep his focus on the moment. "I'd like to make you dinner sometime. I'm no French culinary artist, but...", Remus trails off.

Brigitte playfully scoffs and smacks his chest, "You could make me a cheese sandwich and I'd love it, Lunaire. Actually, yes! Just give me cheese and bread and I'll be the happiest girl in the world!", she giggles, unceremoniously shoving the taco into her mouth.

"Hmm, if only cheese were an acceptable gift for a new girlfriend", Remus jokes, using his napkin to clean the corner of Brigitte's mouth.

She nods energetically. "Speaking of... please don't worry about getting me anything for the Holiday. I seriously don't need anything. We have more important things to worry about", she tells him.

"Darling, no. That's not negotiable". He looks at her like that's obvious.

"If you insist... I love Le Brouère cheese and a simple baguette", she winks at him, "but honestly Remus, as long as I'm with you I couldn't want or need anything more". At that moment, Remus swears his heart skipped a beat and he looks at Brigitte with a smile so overjoyed it feels unfamiliar to his facial muscles.

'If her family is half as kind as she is, maybe it won't be a complete disaster...'.

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Twenty-four hours later, after another day of no news (besides the newspaper discrediting Dumbledore while praising Umbridge) Sirius cleans up the kitchen for the Order meeting while Brigitte keeps him company at the table. Her notebook lay in her lap.

"Too busy drawing Moony's cute ickle face to help me clean?", Sirius groans as he uses his wand to put the dishes away. "Just because you can't get Kreacher to clean doesn't mean I'm your new house elf", Brigitte sticks her tongue at him then turns back to sketchbook where she is actually writing to her mother.

"I mean... you do have impressive cooking and cleaning magic, plus those abnormally big blue eyes...", he looks at her impatiently.

"Watch it Black, I may just accidentally break your only house rule", she looks up at him menacingly. He protectively runs his fingers through his dark locks as he remembers Gus telling the horror story of losing his hair to his sister's flames. Then he putters to the bar, pours a drink, and slouches in the chair across from Brigitte.

"Wanna play a game of chess while we wait?", he asks.

She huffs amusedly, "After what happened last time? You're still in time out".

"I told you, I didn't throw the board. My hand slipped", he says waving her off.

She rolls her eyes and reads over her note once more:

'Maman, I hope you have a nice Christmas with Beau, we'll see you the 30th! You'll be happy to know I'm bringing Remus. I can tell he's nervous about meeting everyone, so go easy on him. I don't want to surprise you-- he has Lycanthropy. Give everyone a hug from me. - your Britt Ps. You'll be getting a letter from the headmaster of Hogwarts. Please read it thoroughly. Love you!  

She turns to the large stone fire place warming the kitchen, grabs a small handful of floo powder, and sends off her letter, "Celeste Moreau, Strasbourg France".

Sirius peeks up from The Daily Prophet, "Its already the 18th. Can't we do some decorating before the Holiday is over? We can save the tree and do that with Harry!".

"That's a great idea, Padfoot! Remus has a few days off, I'll get out the holiday vinyls and we can get into festive spirit at last!".

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An hour later, the meeting has started, but Remus is nowhere to be seen. The empty seat next to Brigitte makes her stomach burn with anxiety. Tonks squeezes her hand while Dumbledore addresses the packed room, explaining how Dolores Umbridge's position as High Inquisitor is gradually stripping away his duties as Headmaster.  

"... She has Fudge's full support. I suspect the school to be under their jurisdiction by the end of the year", he explains. "That is why I have not left school grounds until now; I plan to spend most of my time there keeping an eye on her until I am inevitably forced out".

"Then what?! The kids are there to fend for themselves?!", Sirius barks.

"I do not underestimate those children. They're not wasting their time playing wizards chess. They have followed through with their secret meetings, practicing defensive skills", the headmaster explains.

"It will only get them in more trouble!", Molly whimpers. "Dear, it's alright, please", Arthur whispers to his wife.

"We will have Severus keeping an eye on things when I'm not there, and Mundungus is staying in Hogsmeade", Dumbledore adds, earning a childish grunt from Sirius. "Severus, if you will".

Snape stands and gives a monotonous update on Death Eaters: Malfoy has gathered illicit heirlooms to rid of, there's increased efforts to recruit dark wizards and halfbreeds, and Voldemort has an undisclosed plan to once again try to retrieve the prophecy... then he's interrupted by the kitchen door swinging open.

"Pardon...", Remus whispers as he sheepishly looks around the room. He spots Brigitte- a relieved smile lighting her face when she sees him- and he makes a beeline for her.

"As I was saying, I've yet to see the snake leave his side. Be on the look out for her... ", Snape drones on. His eyes stay on Remus as he takes a seat and gives Brigitte a tender kiss. His lip curls at the way they stare at each other, ignoring his update.

He sits down to allow for Emmeline Vance and Kingsley to take the floor, closing the meeting as they tell Dumbledore what their countryside spies have witnessed lately, which is nothing more than general confusion over what to believe. Dumbledore has never misguided people, but it's scary to acknowledge that the Ministry might be lying to save face.

"Thank you ... If no one else has any updates I believe this meeting is adjourned", Dumbledore says cheerfully. Most Order members promptly leave, but Dumbledore glides over to the adoring couple.

"Good evening, you two. Remus, I hope all is well? I'm sure Ms Moreau will be able to update you on what you missed", he says while peeping over his crescent glasses knowingly.

"Yes, just a delayed errand. I'm sorry I was late", Remus answers quickly.

"And how are you Brigitte? Leg healing properly, I hope?", Dumbledore asks sincerely.

"Yes, good as new! I hope I can join more missions again. Maybe at the Department of Mysteries", she says eagerly. Dumbledore nods his head calmly.

"Soon, my dear. If I may be candid with you, the ordeal gave Alastor Moody quite a scare. He knows what it's like to lose a leg to dark magic", Dumbledore tells them softly.

Brigitte's face contracts with sympathy, "Oh no, poor Moody. I've never for one second blamed him".

Dumbledore slowly raises his hand. "Alastor will be fine. Accidents happen here, that's the reality. For now, I wanted to talk frankly about the letter you sent". Brigitte's face immediately perks up and he continues, "ah, yes. I don't want to say too much, but I will say Ms. Moreau, I think it's brilliant".

"Sir, I was hoping you'd feel that way. Are you saying that we can do it?", she asks hesitantly.

"I am", he reaches into his robes and pulls out the small box she sent to him the day prior. "I've done what you requested, it is all in place. Enjoy your Holidays", Dumbledore winks at her, placing the box in her hand.

"Oh, thank you sir!".

"Now, I must get back to Hogwarts before my absence is noticed", he says before shaking Remus' hand and tenderly patting Brigitte's. "You two take care. I must say, Remus, you're looking very well. Very... happy". Dumbledore turns on his heel and glides out the room.

"Eh, you look alright, I guess", Brigitte teases while giving him a look over.

He snorts and wraps his arm around her waist. "So what was all that about?", Remus asks slowly, eyeing the box in her grip.

"You'll find out soon enough, Lunaire. For now it's top secret!", she squeals and boops his nose.

Most of the crowd has cleared out, leaving the couple, Sirius, Tonks, and Bill.

"You two staying for dinner? I'm not sure what that'd be but I can whip something up!", Brigitte offers. "Or make the guys get us food".

Bill shakes his head, the long red hair and fang earring whipping back and forth, "I promised mum I'd have dinner with her tonight while dad has night shift at the Dept. of Mysteries. I need to go pick up Fleur first".

Brigitte raises her eyebrows comically at that idea, "Just the three of you? Hmm, Good luck!".

"I should get going too. Gus should be back at his flat soon. I made a little mess this morning and I need to clean it up before he gets home", Tonks hops off the counter top and pigeon toes her way out the kitchen.

"Bye love, tell that idiot I said 'hey'!", Brigitte yells after the witch with purple and blue hair. She sits on Remus' lap, dropping her head on his shoulder and giving him a coquettish look.  

"Well, I'm going to let you two... ogle each other in private... I'll be with Beaky", Sirius drawls at the sickening couple. Remus cups Brigitte's cheeks and gazes longingly into her eyes, studying all the different shades of blue in her irises.

"Rem, why were you late to the meeting? Nothing happened on your mission, right? Like with other werewolves", she asks anxiously.

"Nothing like that darling, just got held up on my way here. I didn't miss anything important did I?".

She shakes her head, her shiny waves bouncing, "I don't know, I wasn't paying attention", she mumbles with a guilty smile on her face.

A low chuckle vibrates through Remus throat. "Oh, darling...". Guilt starts bubbling in his stomach. Remus didn't necessarily lie, but he wasn't exactly 'held up'.

He was at Flourish and Blotts, negotiating the price of a first edition Fifteenth-Century Fiends that was gifted to him for graduation. Remus was at a loss to how he'd afford anything for Brigitte, so he decided to sell the most valuable item he owns. After negotiating a sell price, he walked out of the store with 300 galleons and a pocket sized 'French for Beginners' book.

Brigitte wraps her arms around Remus' neck and plays with his shaggy mane, "Sirius and I want to decorate for the Holidays, have the house all festive when the kids gets here, does tomorrow work for you?".

Remus' face lights up at the idea. Despite the looming threat of Voldemort, this holiday with a girlfriend and his best mate is something to be celebrated.

"Yes, perfect. Are you going to turn the house into a snowy forest?". Her eyes twinkle as she nods excitedly.

"I'm so happy, to spend Christmas with you. My Remus", Brigitte says against her lips. He moans against her, his large hands squeezing her soft hips. They take advantage of being in the empty kitchen. Brigitte bites Remus' lip and wiggles against his groin.

"Hey, Lunaire... I just remembered. I wanted to... erm, show you something in my room", she says mischievously, leaning in to suck his earlobe.

"Hmph, Show me what? How needy you are?", he growls, "so desperate for me to get back here so I can take you upstairs and have my way with you? Hmm?".

Brigitte gasps at the forwardness. He knows exactly what she wants. She heats up at his lustful words and it renders her speechless, all she can do is nod needfully.

"No, tell me. Use your pretty mouth and tell me", he says in a surprisingly gentle tone. He rubs his thumb across her bottom lip, softly grabbing her jaw. Brigitte looks at him with heavy eyes and whimpers,

"I need you, Lunaire... Need your touch... Need to make you feel good". She starts nipping down his neck, feeling him getting hard under her thigh.

She can feel the vibrations of his moan against her lips. Without saying a word Remus stands and hoists Brigitte over his shoulder. She yelps and holds onto his tweed coat tightly as he takes two steps at a time up to her room.

They quickly pass the drawing room where Sirius is nursing a Firewhiskey and watching the roaring fire. The raven-haired housemate slowly turns around on the couch, watching Remus' long legs disappear up the stairs.

"They better remember to use muffilato this time... ", he chuckles to himself. Remus slams the door behind him, throws Brigitte onto the bed, and takes out his wand. He does remember the silencing charm, as well as a protection spell for his girlfriend. He throws the wand onto a chair and stares down at her with a look of burning desire.

"Strip", he orders as he rips off his tie.Remus has quickly shown how he can be domineering and rough while still being her shelter, and Brigitte craves it. 

The pent up emotions that have been building since the moment they met have completely stripped them of any inhibitions. Remus for the first time in his life actually feels comfortable in his skin. The shame of his scars slowly fade away every time Brigitte graces them with her pillowy lips. They watch each other intently, faces flushing with heat as they undress. Remus drops his frayed suit to the floor, consuming the sight of Brigitte's dress slinking across her skin as she lifts it above her head. Her bare breasts shiver in the cold air. Remus leans forward, hooks his fingers at the band of her stockings, and yanks them off along with her panties.

"Lunaire... come here", Brigitte mews as she poses her body on the bed to show different angles of her bare self, trying to seduce the werewolf. Though she can see Remus is visibly aching for her, he looks at her with an inquisitive look. "Since when do you tell me what to do?". 

"Mmmm, please. Need you", she whimpers and sits up seductively, leaning forward with parted lips. He scoffs, "you need to learn patience. Do you always get your way by begging?", he crosses his arms, ignoring her desires to be touched. "Mmhmm", she nods innocently and sits on her knees. He can't help but throw his head back and let out a little chuckle. Brigitte uses the opportunity to reach forward and takes Remus in her hand. He gasps at her soft touch and holds onto the bed post as he watches her lean forward with her mouth open. It's pure bliss. That is the only way Remus would describe this. He watches Brigitte for a few minutes, until he feels himself begin to lose some control. He backs away to catch his breath. He pulls Brigitte up and presses his lips to hers. Then without warning, Remus pushes her back onto the bed. He grabs her thighs, throws them over his shoulders, and lowers his head. Brigitte whimpers out, the strong tingles shooting out every nerve in her body. She grips the crown of Remus' head as he holds her hips still on the bed. It doesn't take long for her whimpers to become light moans, then desperate cries. Brigitte begs Remus to push her over that edge, but the second before that mind-blowing explosion comes crashing over her, Remus peeks his head up. Brigitte whines and lifts her hips begging for him, but he stands and snaps her legs shut. 

"Maybe this will teach you patience", Remus asserts.

Brigitte looks at him dumbfounded, still trying to catch her breath. 'This fucker was in control the whole time...'.

Remus' facial expression softens as he pulls back the covers and gives Brigitte a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"C'mon. Let's get into bed", he says soothingly. She lies there, mouth agape... but this is why Brigitte's fallen so hard for him- he is softhearted. She's never met someone who really cares for her, as she is; and she herself has never cared so much for someone... even if he did just ruthlessly edge her.

"I'm really happy. I cannot imagine spending these Holidays without you..." Remus tells her quietly as he rests his chin on the top of her head. She tightens her embrace around him.

They silently bask in the bliss of being together, taking in each other's comforting scents. She smells like flowers and honey, while he's chocolate and old books. But Brigitte's curiosity cannot keep her silent.

"Remus...?". He gives her an almost inaudible 'hmm'. She suddenly feels anxious, like she may be overstepping.

"I... Well, I've never heard you talk about your family before...", she trails off. It's extremely personal, but she wants to know everything about the man she's falling in love with.

"My mum passed in '81...She worked very hard at keeping me safe and my condition a secret; she always loved me unconditionally. My dad did too, but after she died we weren't in much contact-", he sighs, "we had a big fight and haven't spoken in over ten years", he says with a hint of guilt.

Brigitte gives him a sympathetic kiss. "Oh, Lunaire. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked--".

"No, you're the person I want to talk about this with... It was hard. We had a fight about my disease, so after twenty years I didn't want to make him deal with it anymore. I'm not even sure where he is or if he's alive, to be honest".

"Wouldn't you like to know? With everything going on?", Brigitte asks, rubbing his bare chest soothingly.

"As of now, it'd be safer for him if we weren't close. Right now, I'm happy with you, Sirius, and all our friends. I cannot believe the big Christmas we're going to have. It's been thirteen years since I've spent the holiday with Harry and Pads", Remus assures her, kissing her to comfort himself.

"Thank you for telling me this, Lunaire. I feel so close to you", Brigitte whispers, settling in between his arm and chest. "I'll always be here for you".

"That's all I need".

They fall naturally into a deep kiss, fitting together like puzzle pieces under the sheets ...  that is, until their intimate moment is interrupted by a frantic knocking on the door.

Brigitte hides behind Remus as they sit up. "It's just Sirius, I'm sure it's fine", he assures her. He jumps out the bed and cracks the door open, hiding behind the door so Sirius can't see his bare bum.

Brigitte can see part of Sirius' face in the hallway lighting and knows right away it is definitely not fine.

Sirius tries to catch his breath, "I- it's Arthur. He- he's been attacked at the Department of Mysteries..."

♡ ♡

I’m so excited for the upcoming chapters!! Lots of fluff, Weasley kids, and Christmassy things 

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[thottybrucewayne]

(sending this ask like throwing a grenade into a room & locking the door) pet peeves abt DC fandom GO

omggggggggggggggggg okay. 1. Basic ones outta the way, Nobody reads comics and they make that everyone else's problem. No, Talia didn't steal Damian from Selina's womb and pass him off as her and Bruce's love child. No, Pit madness doesn't fuckin' work like that at all it's not a lil devil in your brain that makes you kill to feed it--It is literally just an adrenaline rush from being brought back from the dead or from the brink of death that gives you a TEMPORARY strength boost and obvi a pit user would be violent, disoriented, and distressed because they were again brought back from the dead or brink of death, duh.

No, Hawkgirl and Hawkwoman are not the same, and no, Kendra isn't a "wokewashed replacement" for Shayera. Stop getting all your info from fuckin' DCAU twt, them niggas don't read either!!!!!! Yes, Connor Hawke was always Blasian. His mama is Black and Korean. Also there's no such thing as Blackwashing, NEXT! Kory may not have been based on a Black woman (Her inspo was a non-black Puerto Rican woman HOWEVER, other writers and artists have spent years weaving a very Black-coded narrative surrounding Kory that makes her Black-coded at this point, argue with ya mama I don't care. (Like...is the only valid version of Deadpool the version Rob Liefeld created and wrote? No? Then shut the fuck up. )

2. Now for the controversial stuff Batfam stans aren't the only ones who don't read comics, yall are forgetting the many John Constantine girlies. I don't give a damn about Dick Grayson these days, I'm sorry he ain't been enjoyable in YEARSSSSSSS, and Tom Taylor trying his damndest to beat us over the head with stuff I actually did like about him makes me care about him even less. Yall be up here criticizing characters like they real people but hold zero smoke for the writers who wrote that shit. Christopher Priest? Count your fuckin days. Grant Morrison? I'm on your ass like a depop seller to some busted-ass Jordans. Jim Starlin? I will beat your ass like you stole something I promise you.

Y'all don't care about women. Like at all. Jason Todd is not underrated in any way. His books are (usually) hot ass but he's in a lotta stuff now, you can't say he's underrated just because the attention that he's getting sucks ass. You know who's really underrated? Bette Kane. Many new characters are beautiful gowns down, sure but yall seem to have more smoke for the new characters of color than others...Yara Flor may be more gorgeous character design and less substance and I wish a writer was willing to do research or work with sensitivity readers to give her the depth of character informed by her culture that she desperately needs, but at least she's had some interesting moments that show her character has potential that, in the hands of better writers, can be met. Flop Trinity don't even have that!

I think that's it uwu <3

#thotty speaks #thotty rants #dc comics #thotty talks comics #ask thotty

[decadentlightthing-blog]

“He who controls the mind controls the minds of the public.” - Noam Chomsky & Jim Morrison.

Most of us accept the fact that social media shortens our attention span.

But do we really understand the fact that it does not only do that, but much more - affecting our whole way of thinking?

“But it doesnt affect me” Is a commonly cited quote, which might be relevant to many readers of this text too. This is a projection of our everyday consciousness, which is ignorance. Our minds are very selective, and we are very prone to live in a one firmly set of habits. 

And in our day to day life, what are we actually working with, internally? 

If one can really be honest about this, one can observe that Memory is mostly being acted upon for the most part. That’s the main instrument that we are playing with. But there’s a downside to using primarily just memory. As wears out the brain, and gradually, when one gets old, brain gets slower and slower.

Unfortunately this has been taken as some sort of a fundamental truth, like there’s no other way to live, act, and learn. This is a very concerning trait of our Western culture. 

Piling up knowledge into our brains without really facing the fact that our brain has limited capacity, there are inevitable consequences and therefore the fragmentation of the brain will happen. The increasing amount of distractions in society and modern lifestyle takes us away from our true nature which is far beyond the common way of life, with a biased way of thinking and superficial emotional life.

What over indulgence of social media and the noncritical way of internalizing information does to us internally, is that it evades that essential spaciousness needed for the mind.

We don’t seem to realize that “Nothing is something”.

I strongly encourage you to take a step towards a better life and for the next moment when you notice yourself caught in the same behaviour pattern, just stop. When you’re after short term pleasures or constantly amusing yourself with entertainment, take a moment to reflect on your life. 

Another phenomenon of our state of mind is that “ It is not that deep bro “, also known as Postmodernism. This I wont go into into any further in this post.

Going back to what I was saying, it is essential for us to not always try to fill our boredom with something. Fun fact, indigenious people did not have a word for boredom. They were so aligned with nature, and the nature of universe, which is a gift and the alignment to that naturally brings out gratitude to oneself. Indigenious people would be stimulated to just see that the green is grass, wind is blowing, and the sky is blue. And the culture was more about mutual good. Meanwhile in our modern culture mental disorders are becoming more and more complex. 

Where do we go from here?

Order in the mind can only come out of the understanding of disorder.

Looking at ‘what is’, presently operating in the mind, IS in in fact disorder.

Our everyday consciousness, like previously said, is ignorance. 

There are at least 6 grand illusions that are inherited from the very beginning of our childhood, and are encouraged by educational system. 

1) The illusion of thought 2) The illusion of self 3) The illusion of knowledge 4) The illusion of time 5) The illusion of control 6) The illusion of fear.

Look up: Self-enquiry

It is also to mention, that division inevitably brings about conflict. Very dangerous way of thinking is that there’s one truth, that my side is the good side, and others are bad. This is just one trait of the habits of War, and all the ugliness in the world made by man.

Last words,

althought I might paint a very gloomy picture of our way of living, I see the radical honesty of that fact as essential. And it does not end there, this is perhaps the more important part. Once we really delve into this ‘living’ we call, we can start to go beyond it. A one single moment, an insight can bring about radical change in oneself. Maintaining this positive change within oneself, implies constant awareness of unawareness. Being present when our negative impulses kick in, we’re there in the moment and in that we have all the power to act rationally, sanely, and not to go along with it.

#archives #unfinished #flow of consciousness

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Y’all ...

Y’all.

Coolio ("Gangsta's Paradise") suddenly left us this week at the age of 59. He died while in the bathroom of a friend’s house.

Remember when SNL had those fake commercials for the “Toilet Death Ejector” that would catapult you across the room if you died on the toilet so no one would know you died on the toilet?

Except, let's be honest here.

Being violently expelled across a water closet with your pants around your ankles, your dress hiked up, your zipper wide open or even naked as a baby bird is going to leave you wadded up somewhere with pee running down your leg...or worse. I wouldn't want anyone to find me and think I just decided one day to defecate upside down in the laundry basket.

Let my people know I knew where to go before I went.

And have you ever thought about how many famous folks die in the bathroom?

Consider.

Elvis, one of the most recognizable people of the last 10 centuries, left earth whilst in the bathroom at Graceland. Yeah, there’s something a tad poignant about the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll dying on the throne. To this day I call my bathroom “The King Room.”

Whitney Houston died in the bathroom. Sadly, so did her only daughter. Jim Morrison too. Judy Garland. Lenny Bruce (who died for our sins) also left this life in a Room of Relief. Even Orville Redenbacher, the popcorn king, popped his last in his bathroom’s heated whirlpool.

Except for Redenbacher, most celebrities on the list who expired in the comfort room had copious drugs in their system.

Heed the warning. Next time you’re as high as giraffe balls, instead of looking for a loo maybe just go ahead and crap your pants right at the table in Red Lobster. Could save your life.

Unless you’re going to the bathroom to actually DO drugs, in which case we can’t stop you, but don’t lock the door.

One last thing. Those people in public bathrooms sitting on the toilet talking so loudly on the phone that you know every bit of their business while trying to do yours?

That's who we need a toilet ejector for.

(Therra Cat Jaramillo)

#the loo #Therra Cathryn Gwyn #Therra Gwyn Jaramillo #articles #death and dying #humor #The King Room #R.I.P.

[brn1029]

On his date in music…here’s what went down, man!

September 20th

2020 - Tommy DeVito

American musician and singer Tommy DeVito died age 92 after contracting COVID-19. He is best known as a founding member, vocalist, and lead guitarist of the Four Seasons who were one of only two American bands (the other being the Beach Boys) to enjoy substantial chart success before, during, and after the British Invasion. The Four Seasons are one of the best-selling musical groups of all time, having sold an estimated 100 million records worldwide.

2018 - Paul McCartney

Paul McCartney was at No.1 on the US chart with his 17th solo studio album Egypt Station. The name 'Egypt Station' is shared by one of McCartney's paintings from 1988, from which the cover art is derived. It became his first No.1 album in the US since 1982's Tug of War and his first to debut atop the Billboard 200.

2012 - Pink Floyd

The former north London home of the original band members of Pink Floyd was bought by a Singaporean developer. Sham Masterman, who admitted not being a big fan of the rock band, bought the Highgate house and the one next door for £1.2m each. Roger Waters, Nick Mason, Richard Wright and Syd Barrett had all lived in the house in the 1960s. The previous owner, lighting technician Mike Leonard, was landlord and friend to the band and even inspired their earliest name, Leonard's Lodgers.

1997 - Elton John

Elton John started a six week run at No.1 on the UK singles chart with 'Something About The Way You Look Tonight', and 'Candle In The Wind 97.' A re-write of his 1974 hit about Marilyn Monroe. This version was raising funds for the Diana, Princess of Wales charity, following her death in Paris. It went on to become the biggest selling single in the world ever.

1975 - David Bowie

'Fame' gave David Bowie his first No.1 in the US. The song was co-written with John Lennon. Lennon's voice is heard towards the ending of the song repeating the words: "Fame, Fame, Fame" from a fast track, through a regular track, to a slow track, before Bowie finished the lyrics.

1973 - Jim Croce

On his way to perform his second concert of the day, US singer, songwriter Jim Croce was killed with five others when his chartered aircraft hit a tree on take off in Louisiana.

1972 - Paul McCartney

Paul and Linda McCartney were arrested for the second time in four weeks for possession of cannabis this time at their Scottish farmhouse in Campbeltown.

1970 - The Doors

Jim Morrison of The Doors was acquitted on charges of lewd and lascivious behavior, but was found guilty of exposing himself during a concert at The Dinner Key Auditorium in Coconut Grove a year and a half earlier. At his trial at the Dade County Courthouse in Miami, Judge Goodman sentenced Morrison to six months hard labor and a $500 (£270), fine for public exposure and sixty days hard labor for profanity. The sentence was appealed, but Morrison was never brought to trial, as he would die in Paris France on July 3, 1971.

1970 - The Rolling Stones

The Rolling Stones live album 'Get Your Ya-Yas Out' started a two-week run at No.1 on the UK chart. Recorded at New York's Madison Sq Gardens on 27th & 28th Nov 1969, featuring 'Jumpin Jack Flash', 'Honky Tonk Woman' and 'Midnight Rambler'.

1969 - Archies

Based on the comic-book TV series Archie and his friends The Archie's started a four-week run at No.1 on the US singles chart with Sugar Sugar. It became the longest running One Hit Wonder in the UK after spending eight weeks at the top of the charts.

1969 - Eric Clapton

Blind Faith started a two-week run at No.1 on the UK chart with their self-titled debut album. The only release from the Eric Clapton, Steve Winwood, Ginger Baker and Rick Grech line-up also reached No.1 in the US. Their only UK gig was in Hyde Park, London on 7th Jun 1969.

1969 - Bob Dylan

UK music paper Melody Maker readers poll results were published. Winners included Eric Clapton who won best musician, Bob Dylan best male singer and best album for 'Nashville Skyline'. Best group went to The Beatles, Best single went to Simon And Garfunkel for 'The Boxer' and Janis Joplin won Best female singer.

1969 - John Lennon

During a meeting in London between John Lennon, Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr, Lennon announced he was leaving The Beatles.

1968 - Led Zeppelin

Led Zeppelin (recording under the name of The Yardbirds) started recording their debut album at Olympic Studios, Barnes, London, England. The album took only about 36 hours of studio time to complete at a cost of around £1,782, with most of the tracks being recorded 'live' in the studio with very few overdubs.

1964 - The Beatles

At the end of the North American tour The Beatles played a Charity concert at the Paramount Theatre in New York City, the 3,682 audience each paid $100 a ticket.

1957 - Buddy Holly

Buddy Holly released the single 'Peggy Sue' with 'Everyday' as the B-side. The song was originally entitled 'Cindy Lou', after Holly's niece, but was later changed to 'Peggy Sue' in reference to Peggy Sue Gerron the girlfriend (and future wife) of Jerry Allison, the drummer for the Crickets, after the couple had temporarily broken up.

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony's Stupid Daily Blog (665): Thu 11th Jan 2024

Up for another surfing lesson this morning. Before we headed out into the water one of the other surfers offered to take a picture of me with the board then send it to me via Bluetooth which I was happy about because I wanted a picture but always feel awkward asking people for stuff like that. They say the camera adds ten pounds but the giant rubber wetsuit I was wearing physically weighs ten pounds so that's why I look about two stones heavier than I actually look in the photograph. It also didn't help that this surfing school is one of about five on this particular section of beach and we were constantly having to spread out so that we wouldn't crash into each other which kept eating into the time that was already being eaten into by having to walk back out into the water with giant waves crashing on top of us. I think this summer I’ll book private lessons so I don’t have to risk crashing into some other cunt. The South Shields surf school hires out equipment so I’ll just go down there and learn how to surf by trial and error. Shinsuke Nakamura has been an avid surfer for twenty years he says that he never took lessons he just learned by wiping out again and again and again until eventually he managed to stay up on the board. When I'd gotten changed I assumed the guy who'd brought me here in the van was going to take me back but he said he needed to go to pick other surfers up so he gave me back twenty Euros from the forty I'd paid him for the lesson and told me to just get a taxi. If this is what he normally has to do then I can't imaging how this school is managing to stay open. Unless he's a millionaire or something and he just teaches people as a hobby. Or maybe the surf school is a front for the famous Gran Canarian Mafia. Once I got back I spent a lovely afternoon working on my tan by the pool and reading more of Mr Mercedes. I should've just gone to the beach and tanned there because the way this hotel is situated there's an approximate four hour block where the sun comes up from behind the hotel and then disappears behind the left side of it. Later this evening the hotel was putting on a rock music-themed interactive quiz and while I normally despise taking part in fun activities with other people I was still wide awake and had nowhere else to go so I went downstairs and gave it a watch. There were two beautiful crew members and one of them who looked a bit like Helen Flannigan asked me if I'd like to by a ticket for the raffle and I decided to give it a go and I only went and fucking won it (though I think I was one of about twelve to actually buy a damn ticket). I won and got called up onto the stage by "Helena Flannigano" but the prize was a bottle of champagne so I asked if there was anyone in the audience who wanted it and a couple with a small baby immediately put their hands up so I gave it away to them and got a high five from both of them. Next up was the rock quiz where the hosts gave us clues to the identity of a rock star and if we knew the answer we had to run up to a chair they'd placed in front of the stage and say it into the mic (Dunno why they couldn't just give us some cards to stick in the air if we knew it and then bring the mic over to us the lazy fuckers). I knew a few of the answers but didn't want to get involved but when no-one got up after the host's clue that the performer in question's real name was William Bruce Bailey I got up to give the answer Axl Rose. Then later on when he said that the next rockstar was born in Melborne, Florida, well I really shouldn't be getting a portrait of Jim Morrison tattooed on me if I cant even be bothered to give his name as the answer to a fucking quiz now should I? I was surprised how much I enjoyed this. I'm normally too self concious to participate in stuff like this. I always have been shy about doing stuff publically but now with the rise of mobile phones with cameras I'm even more nervous about being filmed doing something stupid and then having it put online for all to gawk at but tonight was one of my rare nights off from paranoia.

[sublimeredviolin]

Well hello... At first, I was thinking not to say anything, because with a certain silence, there is power... indeed. To be back in Europe, it is a choice I took for personal reason, but I do miss U.S a lot. Between work, more personal projects, private life etc. I will just point out a few things:

1) I dont have a secret, how I do what I do: I dont judge others, I take people as their are, because as more I observe or to notice, deep down I do not do what others do.

2) Quite contrary, depends of my mood, situation, person, reason etc. I like depth, Universal truths no matter how painful can be; I like anything about Imortality, Power of thought, Power of kindness, power of being trully Authentic.

3) I like Enigmas, Mysteries, Complexities, Simplicity.

4) I know, I sense a powerful person in less than 7 seconds: The Essence, the High Value, the Respect and Principles they carry on their shoulders....

5) I admit I do have a very penetrating look, eye contact. Why? Hmmm others to tell me.

6) As much as I want, in the end, people, are on their own. Universal Truths cannot be trully understood by the average minds. I am talking about Centuries: Not years, moths, weeks, hours, minutes, seconds, non-seconds etc.

7) After an Academic background, Virginia Woolf is my favourite writer of all times.

8) As Tough Critic I say, no matter the field: Will never be another Gia, Jim Morrison, Alexandros the Great ( always the Macedonian Empire, not the Greek one); Gianni Versace, Mozart, Nefertiti and so many others.

9) To be trully honest to myself, once you reach a certain level, everything becomes temporary, unexciting, boredom behind superficial, behind peoples struggles, businesses at their core a machine with no value to create something for the next generations etc. cheap shows, the fear of honesty or integrity etc. I just dont what these things at all.

10) Yes, I am single: Freedom is Priceless. I value Power and Immortality too much: My choice. The absolute is liquirish Fire!

Only to Observe and to further my own studies. Selfish? No, just realistic. I hit others, even my closed friends with the harsh truth, anytime and anyplace, so, are indeed Universal truths, accept them or not, agree or not, only Time will tell you that: 1) Women dont love men, they just want men to love them, it is a difference. 2) If a woman does not respect herself, no man will respect her. 3) Women cheat as much as men do, but different, more subtle. 4) When a man opens to a woman, she monks his feelings. 5) Freud died, without to answer to the most important question what women want? I have the answer: They dont know what they want. 6) Marriges end into divorces, while relathionships into break-ups. 7) I dont give a damn for Feminists and their extreme approach: To be at my level, they need to Corect what is Academic: In History, women created the Wars, not men: FACT! 8) Real Men want Respect, Wisdom... Men are not stupid as women think they are. 9) A real woman, as Mother, will Never put her child above any man. 10) Men are simple creatures, women are intricate creatures. 11) Love does not exist: Is just attraction betwwen two people or hormones. Love? Is not for Cheap people.

[lil-melody-moon]

for the ask game... 19, 20, 21, & 44

A fact about your personality

... I'm an asshole XD No, really, when I'm joking I'm like that bothering bug who will not give up until the other person starts laughing. I'm never internationally mean tho. Even if I sound like it, I'm joking

What I hate most about myself?

There's this one thing that I can get doubts about everything I'm doing if I hear someone say "But it is difficult, not for you" etc. It's not as bad as it used to, because nowadays my attitude, when I hear such a thing is more like "Well, put your brilliant opinion in your ass" rather than "Shit, they might be right" but still. I sometimes worry too much that I've made a bad decision and then there are the doubts coming

What I love most about myself?

Me being stubborn. Literally, it's the best thing ever. If I start something I will finish this if it interests me. Like even now, when I'm slowly learning how to play "Babe, I'm Gonna Leave You". There's this fragment I can't grasp, but what do I do? Sit with guitar and play the same part over and over again, trying to get it right. And I will, I so freaking will!

A random fact about anything

Umn... I am reading a biography about Jim Morrison now and I haven't turn the page to the next chapter yet, because on the next page, right after the chapter starts, there's this wonderful, gorgeous photo of Jim. I. Am. Melting 😍😍😍🥺🥺🥺

Thanks for asking, Circle! Really appreciate it 💜

#ask corner

[greenwood106-blog]

Every Day Is A Good Day?

These words were the motto of a friend/mentor in my professional world. He had gone through a serious health spell, and was left to rot in the hospital. When he rebounded and got better, his feet and toes essentially had to be broken and pinned to straighten, allowing him to walk.

For years, I carried that motto. Then came the stroke. These days, it is a much more difficult task to find a day that I can feel like that motto is more than just words.

As an Atheist, my views on life & death are pretty straightforward. I have no belief on the question of where my "soul" will come to reside based on who or what I may have pledged my allegiance to. I've always believed in karma, that you get what you give.

We've all gotten a kick out of Little Nicky when Hitler is in hell and he gets a pineapple shoved up his ass as a punishment for possibly being the worst human ever on this planet. We've all talked about people who will have "A special place in hell" reserved for them.

I had a friend pass away recently, and his brother went about 9 years before, so the prevailing sentiment is "Be sure to say hello to your brother for me" or something like that. Rock N' Roll fans think of a supergroup with people like Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Randy Rhoads, John Entwistle, and Charlie Watts playing in it.

Then there's the reincarnation theory. If you lived a good life, you come back as a puppy or something deemed to have a blessed existence, where if you were an asshole, you come back as a DMV clerk or an IRS accountant.

Those theories give us the sense that this is just phase one of a larger existence and that what we do here punches our ticket for the next chapter. As I have believed for some time, it is like mourning. We don't really mourn the dead, but rather the fact that the living can no longer have them in our lives.

I have chosen to believe that we are simply a different form of animal and therefore our lives and deaths are similar. When our heart stops and the body can no longer support life, it is the end. Not a pathway leading somewhere, but that's it, no more, game over.

I may be entirely wrong, but I have nobody that left us, arrived at this afterlife destination, then came back. So, as an Atheist, I go with the simplest theory is most likely the truth.

After a 30+ year career in healthcare, nearly 20 with the same company, that company is now closing the doors and going out of business. This is the company that kept me on the payroll when I was hit with the stroke, and allowed me to return to work on a limited schedule when I returned, among countless other things.

Not surprisingly, I don't find myself independently wealthy after that time in healthcare. I've had a good income and good life, but I'm afraid not working is not an option going forward. But, I'm not able to drive, have limited movement on my right side and sound like I've been in the dentist's chair all day. Narrow's the opportunity window, right?

In August I filed for disability, thinking I would get ahead of the game. HAHAHAHA. No such luck. They tell you it could be between 5 - 8 months before they will determine if you should be approved. 3 months in they are still hovering at the beginning of the medical review.

It's a shame they have had to make the system so difficult because so much fraud has tainted them, but they should be able to look quickly at my record and see that I applied for unemployment once, and got 1 check before I was back at work. I have worked since I was 16 and my working karma should earn me this when it is needed.

So, I'll just apply for work from home. After all, one of the things we learned during the pandemic (aside from how wonderful it was on the roads) was that most of us can do our work from home. But here again, most companies want you to be able to field calls, handle the finances, balance their budgets and manage their staff with no time off. Or it's a "hybrid remote" position, meaning at least once a week you need to come to an office and speak with people who can't email or chat online.

And for the jobs that don't require all of that, there's 27,000 applicants. "We'll get back with you soon."

This is the exact reason why a life used to be considered over once you have raised and taught your children to produce and be independent, and concluded your career. Otherwise, you get to spend who knows how long being a burden to those you raised to be independent.

Having spent that 30+ years working in senior healthcare, I have watched countless lives that were dragged on way past the point of logic, partially because we don't embrace the idea that over is over and while we have no problem putting down a 9 year old dog, we can't let a human say it's their time to be done.

Now please don't think I'm seeking an injection to be done. I would never do that unless I were deemed to be beyond help. But if I went to bed tonight and never woke again, I wouldn't feel that I was robbed of a single moment. Before you read this and think this screams depression, understand the difference between looking for a rope and being comfortable with mortality. In many cases, depression means "take 2 of these and call me next week". (unless you've ever been told you could possibly be allergic to the 12 ingredients you can't pronounce without a PHD) I've contributed plenty to the medical machine already. You're welcome pharma!

I guess for me now it's every day is another day. SSDD, now there's a motto!

#mortality #disabled #system

[motownfiction]

tin man

When the girls get home, Will watches The Country Bears with them on DVD. It reminds them of last summer, when the family was too hot to do anything but walk into the movies. Maybe they were delirious, and maybe it was actually funny. But they laughed harder that afternoon than they’d laughed in a long time. They went back to see that silly movie twice more, and both times, they laughed even harder. When Elenore found the DVD at the store, she snatched it up right away. Nothing she likes better than bringing the four of them together.

“You all start,” Lucy says as she ushers the three of them out of the room. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

“But you’re gonna miss it when he asks if he’s adopted!” Emma protests.

“And he’s a bear!” Will adds, as though he is also eight years old.

“I’ll catch up,” Lucy says. “I promise.”

Will softly kisses her lips on the way out of the room. It’s been about ten minutes since then. Lucy’s just been sitting on her bed with the radio on, staring out into the distance. She’s not sure what she’s thinking about. Maybe Will. Maybe nothing. At this point, thinking about Will is just as natural as thinking about nothing. She remembers the way he hugged her waist and cried in bed earlier this evening. She hasn’t seen him cry since the funeral.

She wishes he would cry more. That way, she wouldn’t have to lock herself in their room and cry for the both of them. After all, she’s supposed to be the strong one.

A familiar song begins on the radio behind her.

Sometimes late / when things are real / and people share the gift of gab / between themselves …

Lucy’s heart tenses up. Why did it have to be this song? She can’t help but remember something she’d once forgotten … something that was supposed to be banal, forgettable, disposable, until she’d never have another moment quite like it again. She was finishing her bachelor’s degree at Michigan at the time. Elenore was five years old and obsessed with The Wizard of Oz like she’d one day be obsessed with Star Wars. Sam was working in sales at a record store near campus. On her Wednesday lunch breaks, Lucy would drive over to the store to eat her chocolate chip muffin and talk to Sam during his shift. He needed company, and in her way, so did she.

She remembers they were walking up and down the classic rock aisle, which was making them feel older by the minute. It was 1989, and they were already putting Jim Croce and Cat Stevens in there. Lucy said something along those lines as Sam filed records into their appropriate places.

“It’s not how little time it takes for them to become classics I’m concerned with here,” he said. “It’s that my manager wants me to put folk music with rock. It doesn’t make sense. Folk music is its own thing. Can’t genres just be their own thing?”

“Tell that to Toni Morrison,” Lucy said. “Or the guy who made Evil Dead.”

“Sam Raimi. I remember ‘cause we’re name twins.”

“Is that why I know every word to the Vitameatavegemin commercial?”

She remembers how Sam’s eyes lit up when he laughed. He was the most alive person in the world.

“Yeah, sure,” he said. “I think that’s it.”

Lucy remembers the way he picked up the next record to file it away. Holiday by America, a band she’d never cared for, save for a few songs. Sam held up the record and grinned at it like it was the Holy Grail.

“Surprisingly good record,” he said. “Is Elenore still into The Wizard of Oz?”

Lucy snorted with amusement.

“We watched it two nights ago,” she said. “What do you think?”

Sam laughed again. He was so alive.

“Maybe you oughta play her ‘Tin Man,’” he said. “Ask her what she thinks of that. That way, you get her to talk about a new thing by talking about the thing she already likes.”

Lucy remembers how she looked at him, truly impressed.

“That’s a good idea, Sam,” she said. “Have you ever thought about being a teacher?”

“I have,” Sam said, “but only if the subject was music history, and only if you guaranteed I’d never have to step foot into a school ever again. How does that work?”

“Not well, actually.”

“Didn’t think so.”

And that was the end of it. Lucy forgot about it for almost fifteen years, and then, just a few words of the song took her back to being twenty-two. Took her back to when Sam was twenty-two … when he was at his most alive. Lucy never saw him light up like she did when she saw him start to give people music. It was what he was meant to do. It was what the world was meant to get from him … to get from her friend, her friend of distinction. And then, they lost him. She lost him.

She’ll never wander the aisles of a record store with her friend Sam again. She’ll never get another musical recommendation from him; never hear how he’d teach Emma an important life lesson with a song. She’ll never be able to team up with him and win a hundred dollars at “Name That Tune” ever again. It’s just over. He’s just dead. And she can’t let anybody know she’s sad because everybody else has a right to be sadder.

She hugs her pillow close to her chest and cries as hard as she wanted to on Christmas in the hospital. But she’s very quiet. She has to be quiet. Otherwise, they’ll come looking, and they don’t deserve to see her like this. This is their pain, not hers.

“Mom!” she hears Emma’s voice call out from the living room. “You’re missing it!”

Lucy inhales once and wipes her eyes. She stares at herself in the mirror for a little while. The whites around her eyes are pinkish, and the skin around her eyes looks puffy. It’s not enough for the girls to realize she’s been crying, but it’s enough for Will. Maybe she wants him to know she’s been crying, anyway. Then, maybe, he could take some of the pain away from her. Lucy’s certain she’s been carrying around a lot of Will’s pain since the funeral. It would explain why she feels so heavy all the time. There’s no way this much of the pain is her own. She loved Sam, but he wasn’t her twin brother. He wasn’t her godfather or her best friend. He was just Sam.

She wipes her eyes one more time and decides that’s enough – that it has to be.

#drabble #ch: lucy callaghan #ch: sam doyle #ch: will o'connor #ch: emma o'connor #ch: elenore o'connor #year: 2003 #year: 1989 #dynamic: friends of distinction #series: goodbye yellow brick road

[piratewithvigor]

How I listen to each of my favourite bands (a bullet point piece)

Aerosmith: They're on the radio. It's the fifth time today. Somehow never the same song. Until tomorrow, anyway. One will make you homesick. One will make you sit in slack-jawed awe of Joe Perry. One will make you curse the day he was born. They all make you love him. In the back of your mind, your thumbs hurt.

The Beatles: You have all the studio albums on your iPod nano with the scroll wheel. It has 2GB of space, so there's nothing else. You sing along to the songs with your best friend in 7th grade during school. The teacher tells you to keep it French or to shut up. You switch to "Michelle" because you're 12 and a smartass.

Bon Jovi: You're on the bus home from a long day of fifth grade. When you get home, the same old, same old. You don't know it yet but this is the beginning of your depression. As you graduate from Crossroads to a 2-Disc Best Of, everything feels worse. You work on a puzzle in the basement and even though maybe no one will ever love you, Bon Jovi understands.

Buddy Holly: For the first time since high school started, you have a friend. She's wonderful and she understands you. Maybe there's 3 time zones between you, but it doesn't stop you from digging a hole deep into a fantasy world that you live in for months with her. Buddy's music is simple and the records are bright yellow. Maybe everything will be okay.

David Bowie: You didn't care when he died. You didn't know better. You got a CD of greatest hits for your birthday two months later. You still didn't understand the fuss all too well. A few tracks pop out at you and you get the album that features them. Dad insists you listen to the album in the dark on the floor (he doesn't say while smoking weed, but if it were the 70s, you would have). Finally you understand: David understands you.

Def Leppard: You're 13 and trying to find your place in the world. Trying to make a name, so you write. As the characters who make no sense are fleshed out in 1667 words every single day, the drum loop that finished Pyromania follows you around.

The Doors: You don't know how Jim Morrison came into your life. Maybe it was by an experiment gone wrong or a curiosity. Your classmates question why you're reading a book with a shirtless man posed as if being crucified. You don't know how to answer that you think you might be him. You hadn't believed in reincarnation, but he sparked something inside you. You can feel consciousness slip away when he plays his game called 'Go Insane'. You hold a Celebration Of The Lizard for a poetry slam and the adrenaline pushes you through your fear. You feel Jim's words in your actions for years. He watches you when you sleep.

GNR: You send your siblings out of the basement. They aren't old enough to hear swear words in music and you want to listen to Appetite in the dark. You want to jump on top of the couch and punch the floor. You can feel Axl's anger and it courses through you.

Journey: You've been told you look like Steve Perry. You aren't sure if it's a compliment or an insult. You think you sound like him. You know all the words to Don't Stop Believing at the school dance. Your first memory of your boyfriend was him singing it at the talent show. Your last memory of him is singing I'll Be Alright Without You, severing the final tie. Wheel In The Sky opens your next day. Things don't feel okay anymore.

KISS: You're 4 years old and your Dad is watching the scariest freaks you've ever seen on the TV. In the next scene, the scariest one is sitting and talking to people who look like your grandparents. You forget about them for 7 years. They show up again in your newest hyperfixation and you give them a chance. The freaks who once scared you strip away your fears and set you free.

Led Zeppelin: Your imagination was just opened to the possibilities of stories beyond the realms of reality. What you thought you never knew opened you to a new layer of your past that you didn't understand. The tendrils of influence wrap around every part of your future.

Motley Crue: The writings paint them as the villains. In many ways, they are. In just as many ways, they're the same scared kids you are. For better or for worse, they bring you into a community. There, you experiment hurting yourself in ways therapists don't look for. The greatest friend you could ever want.

Ninja Sex Party: They're a rock band for kids who don't understand rock bands. You have no physical media for them and it feels like you may never get the chance. Copies are limited. So your spotify is thick with every song they've ever recorded. They're fleeting and they're your rock.

Queen: You know just a little too much about them. They're bigger characters than the radio lets them be. You love Bohemian Rhapsody before you begin to hate it before you learn to love it once more.

Rammstein: As they bleed for their art, so you bleed for yours. Perhaps out of spite, perhaps out of desperation, but plague cuts your work short. It cuts you from the glory you could have had. The first album you've ever waited for the release of by a band.

Reckless Love: Never before has a band felt so attainable and yet so far away. Your family doesn't understand them, so you hide them away. The only recklessness was falling in love.

Rolling Stones: Angie helped you through more than you know. The lips are on your tapestry for a reason. You were blind for so much for so long. You never gave them a chance. They're using their chance now.

Rush: Once shrugged-off nobodies. You gave them a chance out of curiosity and desperation. Now you can't understand the possibility of never having liked them. They brought you your first great grief and your first proof of miracles. The red star of the solar federation burns bright. Assume control.

Styx: You're standing in the snow. The bus is an hour late. You can't contact your parents because they took your one method of contact as a punishment for not making your bed. You're listening to a Greatest Hits on your iPod. Crystal Ball. It's an hour. Blue Collar Man. You get home and no one noticed you were late. They're eating without you. Suite Madam Blue.

Tom Petty: The news hits you. Your throat is blocked and you don't say anything. You listen to I Won't Back Down before telling your Dad. He was the first you experienced while being a fan. He wasn't the last. You torture yourself artistically in his honour. You attend a tribute concert and scream yourself hoarse.

Tuff: You want to leave home and block out all the memories as best you can. Stevie makes it impossible. But he's also one of the only ones there as all your best friends who aren't online forget your birthday. He acknowledges you.

Van Halen: The grief is insurmountable. For weeks afterwards, Eruption makes your heart sink. 5150 makes you cry instead of imagine pleasant nonsense as it once did. There is no comfort. If he can go, what's stopping anyone else?

The Who: Maybe they got to your head a little. You were sitting in a room in school for hours each day, completely alone except for Tommy playing on your tiny laptop. No supervision. No classmates. Just your monstrosity of a project and Tommy.

#okay so this began as something that was supposed to be funny and then I accidentally wrote an autobiography through semi-poetic annecdotes #maybe someone will like it I dunno #Classic Rock #Writing #Aerosmith #The Beatles #Bon Jovi #Buddy Holly #David Bowie #Def Leppard #The Doors #GNR #Journey #Kiss #Led Zeppelin #Motley Crue #Ninja Sex Party #Queen #Rammstein #Reckless Love #Rolling Stones #Rush #Styx #Tom Petty #Tuff #Van Halen #The Who

[cacoetheswriting]

for you and i

Pairings: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Warnings: honestly just pure fluff, mild swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, implied smut (nothing graphic) Word Count: 2.2k Summary: A small collection of moments throughout reader’s and Spencer’s evolving relationship that features their song. A/N: this symbol ~~ signifies a time jump.

A/N: i finished my rewatch of bones last night (im hella emotional), and one of my favourite “running gags” from the show is hot blooded being booths and brennans song, and how the writers reminded us of that from season to season. it definitely definitely inspired me to write this. also i did this instead of working on my assignment as a birthday gift from me to me lmao ENJOY

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The plane trip back home was completely silent.

Morgan and JJ were catching up on much needed sleep. Emily, lost in thought, observed the night sky through the small window. Rossi was reading, as Hotch worked his way through some case files.

Spencer sat next to you at the far end of the jet. You were listening to music while his nose was buried in a book. Although you could tell he couldn't really concentrate on the words as the page remained unturned for the last fifteen minutes.

“Why don’t you let your eyes rest for a minute?” You suggested, carefully taking out one earphone. “A short nap could be good for you. It doesn’t look like you’re retaining any information anyway.”

Spencer nodded slowly, agreeing with you. He shut the novel in his lap and tilted his head to look at you, his lips pursed into a thin shy smile. “You should get some sleep too Y/N.”

“I’m okay.” You replied. “Plus someone has to keep watch in case the jet gets abducted by aliens or something.” A sly grin appeared on your face as Spencer chuckled softly. He rested his head against the chair and gradually closed his eyes.

You watched him for a moment. Examining his perfect features. Your innocent crush growing by the second - something you would never admit out loud in fear it would ruin your friendship.

When you were about to place the earpiece back in your ear, his eyes shot back open. He sighed heavily.

"I actually don’t think I can.” Spencer said quietly and once again turned his attention to you. His gaze briefly landed on the phone in your hands before travelling up to your face. “Did you know that in addition to aiding relaxation and helping with falling asleep quicker as well as improving sleep quality, playing music before bed can improve sleep efficiency? Which means more time you are in bed is actually spent sleeping.” You raised a curious brow waiting for him to continue, but he just asked: “Can I ask what you are listening to?”.

Instead of answering his question, you wiped the dangling earphone against your blouse and handed it to him. He took it, a little hesitantly, and placed it in his ear - the two of you unconsciously shifting closer to one another.

You could tell by the expression on his face that he didn't know the song currently playing, nor did he particularly like it, but he didn't protest or ask you to skip it. In his eyes, you were kind enough to share your source of entertainment therefore he would never push to change what you were clearly enjoying.

The song ended, another began, and another, and another. Eventually Spencer closed his eyes again. The two of you continued to silently listen to the various songs on your playlist - a wild mix of different artists and genres, definitely showcasing your weird music taste.

Touch Me by The Doors began to play.

“I like this one.” Spencer muttered, eyes still closed. “I didn't peg you to be a rock fan.” You stated curiously. Spencer chuckled softly. “I wouldn't call myself a fan per se, this is just a very good song.” “This is actually my favourite song of theirs.” You proclaimed.

Sinking deeper in your seat, you quietly sang along. “What was that promise that you made?” To your pleasant surprise, the young doctor joined in. “Why won't you tell me what she said? What was that promise that you made?” 

Lost in the pure bliss of the moment, you gently rested your head against Spencer’s shoulder. His eyes fluttered open. He glanced down at you and smiled to himself. Yes. Yes, he could definitely get used to this.

~~

“Watch it!!!” You shouted and rudely gestured after the vehicle that overtook you out of nowhere, almost sliding right into your car. Frustrated, you ran your hands through your hair before placing them on the wheel again. A deep sigh escaping your lips in the process.

Spencer chuckled next to you. “Maybe next time I’ll drive.”

“Sorry.” You muttered, tone of your voice changing completely for a moment. “People are just so fucking stupid.” The groan was full of annoyance, and it only made the young doctor snicker louder.

“How about we turn on the radio?” Spencer suggested. “Cool you down a little since we have another hour drive ahead of us, and I would preferably like to get there in one piece.” He teased. You rolled your eyes at his comment, but didn’t protest.

Taking your silence as a yes, Spencer fumbled with the car radio.

‘Come on, come on, come on, come on Now touch me, babe’

Voice of Jim Morrison blared through the speakers. Instantly, your whole body loosened up. No longer feeling annoyed or angry. Driver’s rage dissipated. The frown circling your features was replaced by a happy smile.

‘Can't you see that I am not afraid?’

Stopping at a red light, you looked at Spencer who was lightly bopping his head to the beat of the music. His gentle curls bouncing with his every move.

“You know, the universe is telling us that this is our song now.” You noted. The young doctor met your gaze, and the grin present on his face made your heart skip a beat. A faint hit of nerves cascaded through your body as you anxiously waited for his response.

Spencer shrugged his shoulders slightly. “It’s a good song. The universe could have wished us a lot worse.”

As the light ahead turned green, and you were driving once again, the two of you burst into the chorus as loud as you possibly could: “Now, I'm going to love you! Till the heavens stop the rain!”.

~~

The bar was filled to the brim with people wanting to unwind after a long week of work. That included the BAU team.

“One more for the road!” Morgan exclaimed, jumping out of his seat. He motioned to Hotch for assistance and the two of them briskly walked off in the direction of the bar. “While they’re gone, I’m gonna hop to the loo.” Penelope chimed. “I’ll join you.” JJ spoke up and they hurried off.

Spencer sat beside you, shoulder pressed lightly to yours. He was sipping on the remainder of his drink and you were about to open your mouth to say something, engage him in conversation, when you heard it. The song. Your song.

Your head instantly snapped up at him and a mischievous grin spread on your face. By the time Spencer realised what was going on, you were up on your feet grabbing him by the arm, and pulling him onto the self-made dance floor.

You began to sway along to the music. The alcohol currently flowing through your veins definitely made you that much braver. It also gave Spencer the confidence boost he needed to join you with no objections.

Despite the questionable looks you were undoubtedly receiving, the two of you jumped around like kids. Singing the song out loud to one another. It was as if the world around you disappeared. Like you and Spencer were the only people left in the bar.

‘Till the stars fall from the sky’

And when the night concluded, when everyone said their goodbyes, Spencer continued to hum the melody of your song as he waited with you for the taxi. It was then you chose to make the first move - colliding your lips with his in a carefree kiss.

They were softer than you ever imagined. 

All at once, the attraction between you two and the tension that built up over the years burst. You grabbed onto his jacket pulling him even closer. Suddenly, the cold night air didn’t feel so cold anymore. It was hot, burning like a flame. Your body was on fire and so was his. 

Spencer’s long arms wrapped around you, trapping you in the fire. One of his hands moved lower down your back, while the other tightly gripped your hair. The sensation that he felt was unimaginable. He always imagined what you would taste like, although he never expected anything would happen. He imagined how your body would feel against his. How your lips taste. But this, this exceeded all expectations.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He said in a smoky voice after pulling away, his hands now holding your face. “That’s what I was going to say.” You managed to whisper before his lips landed on yours again. Your heart pounding hard inside your chest, it felt as if it was about to explode.

~~

Spencer huffed as he placed a heavy cardboard box down on the ground. He straightened himself, flattened down his crinkly t-shirt, and turned to you with a smile. “That’s the last of it.” He stated proudly, placing his hands on his hips.

“My hero.” You ambled towards him and pecked his lips. “Thank you.” His arms made their way around your waist, pulling you in close. He placed a tender kiss on your forehead before glancing around the room.

“I can’t believe we’re officially moved in together.”

“It’s been a longtime coming.”

“That it definitely has.” Spencer smiled kissing you. He let his arms fall and shuffled around to start unpacking. 

Having planned ahead, you removed a speaker from your handbag. You quickly set it up, connecting it to your phone, and pressed play to ease the process that would carry on into the night.

Starting with the kitchen, and the more fragile items, the two of you made your way through the new apartment. 

Hours passed. It was getting quite late as tiny yawns continuously escaped your lips. However, the hard work was paying off because space started to feel more and more like home.

You decided to finish up for the night - tomorrow was another day. Yawning, you leaned into the arms of your boyfriend. Spencer kissed the top of your head and began to sway you slowly from side to side.

Right on queue, the guitar intro you both recognised well began to play through the speakers. You smiled into his chest before breaking free from his embrace. 

‘Yeah! Come on, come on, come on, come on Now touch me, babe Can't you see that I am not afraid’

Sharing a knowing look, you both started to dance. Not wanting to disrupt any neighbours you both chose not to sing along like you usually did. Instead, you mouthed the words in sync as if you were competing in a lip-sync battle.

‘What was that promise that you made? Why won't you tell me what she said? What was that promise that you made?’

The two of you circled happily around one another. It wasn't long before the air guitars came into play. 

And as the song concluded, Spencer cupped your cheeks. “I love you.” He muttered, gazing deep into your eyes. “I love you too.” You replied smiling.

Without another word, Spencer’s lips crashed against yours. Both your heads tilting hungrily from side to side to vary pressure. Hearts hammering loudly. Your hands made their way up his muscled back as his hands traveled down your neck, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Why don’t we move this party to the bedroom?” He suggested, his face still only inches away from yours. You lifted your hand, and brushed some of his light curls away behind his ear. “I do believe I read somewhere that it is considered bad luck not to christen the bed on the first night of living together.” You stated giggling. 

Spencer raised an interested brow. “What else does the article say?”

“How about I just show you.” And like that, your lips were on his once again as he blindly led you to the bed.

~~

“And now ladies and gentlemen we would like to bring out our newlyweds, Dr. & Mrs. Reid, to dance their first dance as husband and wife. Let’s give them a hand.”

Spencer turned to you, that warm kindhearted smile you loved so much circling his lips. He offered you his hand. “Mrs. Reid.” You took it gladly. “Dr. Reid.”

He led you to the middle of the dance floor and swiftly wrapped one arm around your waist, holding you close, while the other hand intertwined itself with yours. Music started to play and the two of you swayed elegantly from side to side.

“I have a surprise for you.” Spencer whispered in your ear before briefly pulling apart and twirling you around. 

Suddenly the music stopped. Sounds of disappointment echoed through the watching crowd as you shot your husband a quizzical look.

A melody you knew all too well filled the space.

Your mouth parted slightly in shock as Spencer let his arm fall from your waist. He spun you around once again and began rhythmically banging his head to the beat of the song. You couldn't help but giggle at the sight before joining in.

Excited screams echoed through the crowd as they cheered on. Even though you heard them, you knew people were watching and documenting this moment, you felt as if there was no-one else around - déjà vu.

Spencer pressed his forehead lightly to yours, his hands cupping your cheeks. His lips twirled into a smile. A big smile that you reciprocated. Feeling as if you were on cloud nine, you looked deep into each others eyes and whole heartedly sang along with the song. Your song.

‘I'm going to love you Till the heavens stop the rain I'm going to love you Till the stars fall from the sky For you and I’

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[deanwinchesterswitch]

Weekly Fic Recs

Wow! There's barely any angst this week. Some sugary-sweet fluff and a ton of smut. 😏😂

The smut is mostly due to a dear friend who tried to kill us all with her kink bingo run. 🔥🔥🔥 But it was absolutely divine.

Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors and heed the warnings for each fic.

All fics are from the SPN fandom unless otherwise noted.

-Drabbles-

One For Tomorrow, One Just For Today ~ @thoughtslikeaminefield. Author's Summary: adoptdontshoppets asked: after you posted JIM Morrison/The Doors, now I suggest a drabble where before leaving on a hunt, Dean sings “Love Me Two Times” to his lady. Smut of the actual two times can occur or you can leave it fluffy (do you ever do that lol?)

Zorro ~ @there-must-be-a-lock. Author's Summary: Sub!Dean for wingedcatninja, who requested something inspired by the actual fucking canon quote, “sometimes you just wanna get slapped during sex by a girl wearing a Zorro mask.”

-One-shots-

Take Care of You ~ @imagineteamfreewill. Author's Summary: The reader gets a job at a store and meets the cute security guard, Dean.

Dancing on my Own ~ @waywardaardvark79. Author's Summary: Y/N was an actress on Supernatural, and became close with the boys before her character was killed off. You are attending your last convention and with the help of your best friend Jared, you hope that you are able to confess some long overdue feelings.

Being Neighborly ~ @luci-in-trenchcoats. Author's Summary: The reader is cleaning her gutters one day when her next door neighbor Dean comes over to have a chat…

Rules ~ @thinkinghardhardlythinking. Author's Summary: Jensen is strict with his rules and when Y/N breaks them, there are consequences

Halloweenaversary ~ @thinkinghardhardlythinking. Author's Summary: Dean and Y/N spend their Halloweens together every year, but year, something is different

Overtime ~ @soaringeag1e. Author's Summary: None (Dean x Reader AU)

Sensations ~ @thinkinghardhardlythinking. Author's Summary: Dean and the Reader play a game with some ‘sexy rules’

Laundry Service ~ @thinkinghardhardlythinking. Author's Summary: Dean has some messy dreams about the Reader

Free Bunker ~ @deangirl93. Author's Summary: Sam’s away on a case, leaving Dean and Y/N to enjoy some alone time in the bunker.

Did You Know? ~ @winchest09. Author's Summary: Dean Winchester was her best friend, and college roommate. After an afternoon in the library, he finds a book that piques his interest, bringing that home as well as the one needed for his studies. Relentless, the older Winchester doesn’t leave the text alone until an event happens that forces his hand.

Watch The Throne ~ @thinkinghardhardlythinking. Author's Summary: Sam finds a way to spend a little time with an old friend in Hell

The Boss ~ @thinkinghardhardlythinking. Author's Summary: Dean Smith CEO AU with Y/N as his secretary

-Series Chapters-

Apple Pie Life 3 ~ @wonder-cole. Author’s Summary: None (Dean x Reader)

Home To You-Twenty-Nine ~ @smol-and-grumpy. Author’s Summary: Dean enlisted in the hopes to help secure enough money for Sam to be able to go to college. Of course he didn’t tell Sam. Why would he? Sam would understand, right? Turns out, Sam didn’t get it, and is giving Dean the silent treatment for over a year. In Dean’s desperation to reconnect with Sam, Dean reaches out to his brother’s best friend. Little does he know that the hurricane named Y/N will turn out to be the reason he wants to stay alive and go back home for.

-MCU-

the things we carry with us ~ @pellucid-constellations. Author's Summary: You were injured on a mission and didn’t tell anyone, leaving your already rocky relationship with Bucky crumbling. Was it really hate he harbored for you, or was it something else?

#weekly fic recs #fabulous writers #fic rec #103121

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Hi, dear! Well, my day yesterday was not very good and today didn't start very well either If it's not a bother and you can have all the time to do it, I know it is very unlikely tha the boys would let this happen, but supposing the reader is new in Santa Carla and on an outing to explore, she finds the boys' empty cave one night and ends up sleeping there, until the boys find her. She could be a creature, maybe a fairy or a witch, if you want.

I hope you like this!💜 (And really hope the past few days were better! 😘)

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Crowds. Crowds were good. She knew that. She just hoped it would work. Hurrying through the groups of people, rushing over the boardwalk, she was trying to loose them. Never before had she felt such regret about taking on a job.

Most of the time it was a good job. Easy - for her at least. As a witch she offered her services to others, often talking and contacting spirits of recently passed people. Today however, when Ruby contacted the spirit her customer wished for, something went wrong. Badly wrong.

It was the perfect horror movie. The wrong spirit came through, possessing the youngest person in the room. After exorcisms and a whole bunch of holywater, the possession was stopped. The spirit returned back to where it came from - and everything seemed fine. That was until the house began to creak, and within seconds it had collapsed to the ground.

It wasn't that Ruby didn't agree with their anger - she too would be pissed if her house suddenly collapsed. What she just didn't understand was why they wanted to chase after her so badly. It wasn't her fault that they wanted to contact a spirit, right?

Ruby didn't look back as she hurried, eventually getting away from the crowds. She ran down the beach, staying near to the boardwalk in hopes of not being seen. Quickly she made her way over the sand, running into the forest.

The forest was dark, eventhough it was noon. Ruby was careful as she walked, trying to be as quiet as possible. In the far distance she heard voices, calling her name. She had to get away - she hadn't done anything wrong, and honestly, they wanted to contact a spirit with all the risks involved. And with their demand of her paying for repairs? She couldn't even gather enough money to buy a place for herself, let alone fix a whole house. Besides, these people were rich - loaded really. She sighed, shaking her head. Ruby realised she didn't need to feel guilty about what had happened. She had warned them, they wanted to d it anyways. Their fault - not hers.

With a slight triumphant smile Ruby excited the woods, ending up on a cliff. The sea was peaceful beneath it, some seagulls flying above it. As she looked around - noticing the 'keep out' signs by a bunch of wonky looking stairs - she also noticed four motorcycles. They seemed well taken care off, shining in the light.

Ruby had a small smile on her face. Whoever lived here owned these bikes. Since there was no house anywhere to be seen, the only logical place to go was down the stairs. Whoever owned these bikes definitely lived there. With a skip in her step she made her way down the wonky stairs, quietly stepping into the cave. She was quiet as she looked around, taking everything in.

A giant Jim Morrison mural. A broken fountain. Piles and piles with books. A radio of sorts, with quite some tapes laying next to it. A few pendants hanging from the ceiling functioning as a light catcher. A cabinet filled with comics and toys, and another one filled with what seemed like booze. Lastly there was a bed, a blanket or curtain covering the bed posts.

Ruby smiled. Whoever lived here had good style. It was a secluded place, not many people would know of it, and not many people would go down to it. Her former customers wouldn't be able to find her there, she was certain of it. With a soft sigh she walked to the bed, laying down on it. Some sleep, she figured, and then I'll be gone before anyone notices.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Ruby woke up, startled. "I'm so sorry-"

"Save it." A boy - or was it a man? - dressed in black glared at her. His eyes seemed almost yellow in the half-dark room. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"I- I'm Ruby, I was followed by some customers so I ran off and tried to find a place to hide and then I came here and fell asleep, and I really didn't mean to stay this long but -"

"Get out."

"Y-yes..."

Ruby quickly hurried past him, making her way outside of the cave and up the stairs.

"So?" Paul wandered into the cave, him and David being the only ones there at the moment.

"Some bloody run a way thinking this is a good hide-out."

"It is."

"Shut up, Paul - she found us here. What if it had been a hunter? Or what if she is one, acting all innocent?"

"David, come on man - that chick? Whatever she is, she is not a hunter."

"How do you know?"

Paul laughed, shaking his head. "Cause what kind of hunter would willingly fall asleep in a cave filled with vampires, hm?"

David was about to respond when a scream interrupted them. The girl he had just send away rolled into the cave, trembling as two vamped out vampires glared at her. Ruby tried to get away, crawling backwards - only to bump into him.

She jumped up, trying to run out of the cave - only to stop and turn back at them.

"What are you?"

David looked at her, shaking his head. "Nice try kid. Now get out before I change my mind."

"I- I can't."

"No?"

"Long story short a summoning went wrong and now someone's house collapsed and they want me to pay for it - and I'm no longer sure if they meant with money or something else."

"I still don't see why you should stay here."

"What are you?" Marko spoke up, looking at the girl.

"Witch."

"Are you any good?" Paul looked at her.

"Most of the time, yeah. I mainly work with spirits and such..."

"And why should we let you stay?" David sounded somehow even more cold and distant.

"B- because I can help keep this place safe?"

"Not good enough."

"Come on, David - can't you see the babe is terrified?"

"The 'babe' 's right here, and would prefer to be called Ruby."

"Fine - can't you see Ruby is terrified?" Paul repeated.

"Just because you got the hots for the girl doesn't mean we have to let her stay."

"Once again, I'm really sorry-" Ruby moved to step out of the cave, but was stopped by Dwayne.

"You know what we are?"

Ruby nodded.

"You can stay for a night -" Dwayne ignored David's cussing, "any more than that and you'll likely become a snack."

Shaking slightly she nodded, mumbling a quiet thank you. Quietly she moved to the bed, listening as David and Dwayne got into a discussion about her.

A quiet sigh escaped her. All this had happened three days ago, and somehow she was still there in the cave. The customers had left town already and she could have left, but Marko and Paul insisted on prolonging her stay. And that's why she was still there. Still scared of what the vampires could do, but also realising that they didn't truly want her to die. Cause - as she realised - each and every single one of these boys had taken some sort of liking to her. She was just hoping it would last.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb #tlb 1987 #david #dwayne #paul #marko

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Good Luck Charm

Hollywood Vampire Series part I

Pairing: Johnny Depp x Reader

Summary: Your lifelong dream to meet your favourite actor, Johnny Depp has finally come true. What happens when you finally come face to face with and manage to impress him?

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Johnny Depp. Even thinking about his name makes my heart skip a little beat. I’ve been a fan of his for years, seen just about every single one of his movies (and know just about every word in them too). When the Hollywood Vampires had announced their latest world tour a few months back, there was no doubt about me trying to get VIP tickets, but I’d somehow managed to end up with something better. My best friend, Alex, works at the concert venue, and for my birthday, had given me an ‘access all areas’ pass for the show. Not only would I be seeing the concert, but I had full access to backstage. But the thing I was still trying to wrap my head around was the fact that I’d be meeting Johnny Depp.

I’d been thinking about it for months. What was I going to wear? What was I going to say to him? Or would I find a way to make a complete idiot of myself?

Today was going to be the day that I’d finally find out. After days of planning out my outfit, I’d decided on something a little grungy, a pair of ripped skinny jeans, a Jim Morrison t-shirt (to maybe grab Johnny’s attention), leather jacket, and a pair of Dr Martens boots. With it being a Hollywood Vampires concert, it only felt appropriate to dress up a little vampy.

“Y/N! Hey! Hi!”

It’s Alex, and she has her arms open ready to hug me.

“How do I look?” I ask once I pull back and give a little twirl to show off my outfit.

“Like you’re about to catch Johnny Depp off guard and take his breath away.” 

I snorted. “Very funny.” 

“Don’t act as if that wasn’t the answer that you were wanting!”

I have to hand it to her, she knows me well, but she has been my best friend since we were kids.

“I hardly slept last night thinking about it…”

Alex laughs and shakes her head. I know she’ll find it amusing and pretty typical of me.

“But now you’re here, I can give you the whole backstage tour. Come right this way.” 

She ushers me towards a door with the lettering “Artists and personnel only”. After a couple of minutes of walking down one corridor, it opens up to a giant concrete looking area. I’m shown places like the wardrobe room, where all of the band's clothes are already hanging up, ready for the show later. The band's green room, where there are bottles of alcohol ready to be opened. The highlight had been seeing the rack of Johnny’s guitars and better yet, the marked out dressing rooms for the band members. The pre-show buzz was starting to take hold with people running about the place in all sorts of different directions.

By the time that we’re done, it’s time to go to meet and greet. Alex escorts me back down the long concrete corridor, to the meet and greet hall. 

“Good luck! And promise you’ll tell me everything later.” 

The room is already teaming with a couple of hundred fans, all waiting for Johnny, Alice and Joe to come on through. I’m not feeling nervous, but instead, excited. The room erupts into a fit of screams as the band enters the room. My eyes instantly look onto Johnny. He’s wearing one of his usual edgy Hollywood Vampires outfits with layers of jewellery. He’s even more handsome in person. It doesn’t even bother me that I’m at the back of the line, it means more time to be able to look at, and soak up the feeling of being in the same room as him. It’s endearing watching him interact with his fans because he takes his time and indulges every single one of them. I know that when he eventually gets to me, it’s going to be worth it.

Needless to say, when I’m next (and decidedly last) in line, he’s looking a little worse for wear, as if he’s between needing a good drink, a cigarette and a nap… or maybe all three at once, somehow. I hadn’t figured out what my first words to him were going to be, but I wanted to be memorable. Not just for being the last fan. But for not fitting into all the other conversations that I’ve been overhearing him having. I’m not going to be starstruck, he’s only another person.

“You know, if you want to take a moment for yourself to smoke a cigarette or have a drink, you can. I’m not going to go screaming from the rooftops about it.” 

Right away, he’s raising an eyebrow at me, as if he’s uncertain by the invitation. 

“Honestly, it’s fine. I’ve got all day.” 

I can see the little bit of reluctance disappear from his face, and while he doesn’t take up the offer of a drink right away, he does reach into his pocket for his rolling tobacco -- despite all of the no-smoking signs around the room, nobody is going to be telling him off. 

“Do you smoke too?” He asks, offering me the packet. I shake my head and shrug my shoulders. 

“I wouldn’t put that stuff into my lungs willingly.” I can see his eyebrow-raising again, he obviously isn’t going to retaliate with anything. I let him light up his cigarette and move for the next subject change. I’ve overheard people telling him how much they love the album, and the fact that they do a mixture of original stuff and covers.

 “I love the album, you know, Heroes is my favourite cover because you get to sing…” What I haven’t heard once is the suggestion of other songs. “School’s Out is good, but Poison would sound amazing with you and Joe on guitar. I keep thinking how something by the Rolling Stones would sound cool too, like, ‘Paint it Black’ or ‘Sympathy for the Devil’, kind of feels like it would be Alice’s kind of aesthetic.” 

I’m not sure where the apparent confidence is coming from, but I’m happy to run with it, especially when Johnny seems to be visibly impressed by it. His lips pull into a grin, clearly amused by the last part of my statement and what I’m trying to get at.

“I wouldn’t be too fooled by the gothic exterior, he’s a softie, deep down.” He pauses to take a drag on his cigarette. “I’ve always wanted to do something by The Doors… A vamped up version of Light my Fire or something.” Ah, so he has spotted the t-shirt.  

“Good choice.” I’m hardly going to tell him that there are plenty other songs out there that I think they could do better, but then again, maybe he’s secretly testing me and wants me to. “Break on Through to the other side would sound even better.” 

He’s impressed, the way that his eyes light up really shows it. I can see his mouth open, ready for a response for me, when one of the band's security interjects and places a hand on his shoulder.

“Johnny, I’m sorry, but we’re already running ahead of schedule here-”

He scowls, evidently irritated at the fact he’s being told to move things along. 

“I’m sorry,” He pauses and pushes his hand through his hair. “But what are your plans after the show? I’d love to see you at the party and maybe buy you a drink...”

Is this a dream? I’ve got to be dreaming. This isn’t happening.

“I’d love that.” I’m trying to keep my composure and not show my excitement, or the fact I’m freaking out on the inside. 

“Great -- what’s your name?”

“Y/N.” 

He holds his hand out to me to shake. “I’m Johnny.” 

--- 

The music is loud, or maybe my ears are still ringing a little bit from the concert. The band had been simply incredible! I swore that Johnny had been looking right at me at a few points, and even going as far as to wink. Tonight was shaping up to be something.

Johnny had stuck to his promise and put my name on the guestlist for the show after-party. I was still trying to get my head around what was happening. I was at a Hollywood Vampires after-party, and it was everything that I had imagined it to be. The place was decked out in black and red decor, and fittingly playing old classic rock from the speakers. I feel like I’m standing out a little bit. Everyone seems to know each other one way or another and are engrossed in some kind of conversation. 

“You made it,” The voice nearly makes me jump out of my skin. Johnny Depp is standing right behind me. “I didn’t have any other invites,” As if I would have been anywhere else. “The show was amazing, by the way, you were great.” He’s probably had people coming up to tell him all night, but it still feels appropriate.  

“How do you feel about meeting the band and then I’ll buy you that drink?” My widened eyed expression is enough for him to laugh. “I’ll introduce you, come on.” 

The Hollywood Vampires are standing at the other side of the room, laughing together like a bunch of teenage boys. “Guys!” He holds his hand up to try and get their attention. “This is y/n, the girl I was telling you about from meet and greet.” 

He’d been talking about me. 

“And the reason that Johnny was almost late!” The band start to laugh in unison and Johnny shakes his head and lets out a defeated sigh. 

“This is Tommy, Joe and I don’t think that Alice really needs an introduction...” I shake hands with them all in term, but when it comes to Alice, he’s glaring at Johnny. “Hey!” He objects and again, the band are just about on the floor laughing. Making fun of each other in turn is a thing, it seems. 

“I feel like I should be offering to buy you all a drink, what an amazing show you pulled off.” 

“Thank you, darlin’, really glad that you enjoyed it.” Alice replied, “But we’re buying you the drink.” We stand and talk for a little while, mainly about music, before Johnny buts into the conversation. 

“Now if you guys wouldn’t mind excusing us, I do believe I promised the lady a drink.”  

I can feel a blush rise into my cheeks at the realisation that he’s talking about me. “It was nice meeting you guys, good luck for the rest of the tour.” We say our pleasantries and goodbyes. The group disperses, leaving just me and Johnny standing.

“Another admittance on my part, I don’t enjoy these after-parties, they’re too loud for my taste.” He scratches the back of his neck, as if he’s a little nervous . “I know I’m being bold, but would you like to come back to the hotel with me for that drink?”

Pinch me.

Johnny Depp’s hotel suite is bigger than my entire studio apartment. It shouldn’t be a surprise to me that it’s that extravagant, but it’s straight-up like something out of Pretty Woman. It’s a little hard not to stare with your mouth open around the place. Plus the fact, I’m in his hotel room. 

“Pick your poison,” He gestures towards the rooms mini-bar, “Or if none of this is suitable, I can call for room service.”

I shake my head, “A bottle of beer is fine, you don’t need to order a bottle of champagne on ice on my account.” Johnny laughs and grabs a bottle of pass over to me, which I twist the lid from and bring it up to my lips for a taste. 

“You’re an easy girl to impress.”

 I scoff, there are plenty out there that I’m sure would say otherwise. “Somewhat.” 

He, too, grabs a bottle of beer and sits down on the bed. We start to talk, he wants to know about my life, my job, my friends... And while I’m more than certain of the fact that I’m boring the pants off of him, he’s listening as if he’s absorbing and holding onto every word.

When I tell him about my love for poetry, his eyes light up in curiosity. “Who would you say is your favourite poet?” 

I want to set out and impress him, tell him the name of somebody he hasn’t heard before, but I go with my heart. “Oscar Wilde -- I know, it’s a typical answer but there’s just something about his writing which resonates with the soul.” 

“I’d agree, actually-” He pauses to bring his beer bottle up to his lips. “There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it’ is one that’s always stuck with me.” 

“I can resist everything but temptation.” I grin at him and shrugged my shoulders, always a quote that I’ve related to.

I look back at him, to notice where his gaze is, right at my lips. Before I have a second to comprehend what’s going on, he leans forward, his lips brushing against mine. It takes me by surprise. Johnny Depp is trying to kiss me.

“I’m sorry, shit, I’m sorry. It’s just-” He starts to hastily explain. “I’ve been thinking about it, and I thought-” 

He doesn’t get his last word out because I bring my lips back onto his to return the kiss. It’s soft, slow, and tender. I feel his tongue trace along my bottom lip, as if asking to deepen the kiss.

I’m kissing Johnny Depp. Johnny Depp is kissing me. 

I don’t know how to comprehend it.

Or how I’m even going to begin to tell Alex when she texts me tomorrow.

#johnny depp imagine #johnny depp x reader #johnny depp fanfic