#A fallin for ya? Great

[rooolt]

the amount of teen beach movie, descendants, and lemonade mouth songs on my various character playlists is nonzero and you know, I’m proud of that

#They’re fucking good songs #I stand by that #also love to slap a more than a band on characters #A fallin for ya? Great

[rory-cakes]

Alastor's Birdy

Alastor wasn’t a good man. 

In fact, he was no longer a man at all. 

He was the Radio Demon, an overlord of hell, owner of souls, and host of the Hazbin Hotel. 

The only evidence that he was ever human was the gold band worn around his ring finger. No one seemed to notice it; if they did, they didn’t dare ask. 

Not much was known about the terrifying radio demon. The others at the hotel often wondered about the origins of the great Alastor Altruist. 

Well, not until Mimzy comes along.

“Alastooor, Sweetie, doll-face! So good to see you. How’ve ya been? Good? Good.”

Alastor hugs the small woman while everyone stares in confusion. 

“Listen, I was in the neighborhood! I heard you were staying at this ritzy ditzy slob factory-”

A glint of gold catches the light.

“Oh! By the way, where’s your little birdy?”

Alastor’s who? The confusion only continued to grow in the room. 

“Oh, Mimzy, you know she would never have ended up down here.”

Who are they talking about?

“Ah yes, she was such a kind soul. The best of the best.”

Finally, someone asks. 

“Yo! Lady! Who ya talkin' about?”

“His missus, of course!”

His what?

“YOU WERE MARRIED?!”

Alastor’s eye twitched as private information about his life came to light.

“I am married; we never divorced.”

Everyone stared in disbelief. How could anyone marry Alastor, of all people? 

Wait-

“You said she would never have ended up down here. Does that mean that your wife is in heaven? Is she an angel?”

“Charlie, don’t be ridiculous! No one that good could have married him!” 

Mimzy pipes up,

“She’s right. Y/n Altruist was too good for the world and sang like a canary!” 

That she did…

“I fell in love with you the first time I looked into

Them there eyes

You've got a certain little cute way of flirtin' with

Them there eyes”

All eyes gazed upon the stage. His little birdy was much like him in how they entranced others with their voices. If all he heard for the rest of eternity was that beautiful song of hers, then he could die a happy man. 

“They make me feel happy

They make me blue

No stallin', I'm fallin'

Going in a great big way for sweet little you”

It was never supposed to last. It was just for a while to make him seem more normal. To hide his less than socially acceptable hobbies. But she was light, and he was a moth to a flame. As he felt the weight of the box in his hand he wondered how someone like him got blessed with someone like her. 

“My heart is jumpin', you sure started something with

Them there eyes

You'd better watch them if you're wise

They sparkle, they bubble

They're gonna get you in a whole lot of trouble

You're overworkin' them, there's danger lurkin' in

Them there eyes”

Her eyes brightened as they landed on him sitting at his usual table in the back. He was done with work early and had come to pick her up so they could walk home together. 

“I fell in love with you the first time I looked into

Them there eyes

You've got a certain little cute way of flirtin' with

Them there eyes” 

HIS. She was his. He was hers. They were each others.

The only proof that Alastor was ever human was the gold band around his ring finger.

A/N: Here's the fic lol @mag-chan

part 2

#x reader #x reader fic #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin alastor #alastor x reader #alastor #radio demon #alastor the radio demon #alastor altruist #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel reader insert #hazbin angel dust #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin hotel 2024 #alastor x you #alastor x y/n #alastor x angel!reader #rory writes

[calliopesdiary]

"fallin' for ya"

sirius black x danceteacher!reader

summary; romance blossoms between you and (whom you would never admit) your favorite student's brother (he has custody over her) after she tells you all about what he tells her Uncle Remmy.

warnings; sirius black has an adorable little sister, reader is a dance teacher, shy sirius black, romance

a/n; i assistant teach for the younger kids at my dance studio, and I came up with this fic during class, lol.

Part 1!

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"Good job, girlies! Have a great weekend!" You called out to the array of 7-9 year olds standing on the dance floor. They all started to pack up their things, a young, curly blonde haired girl came skipping up to you, smiling adorably up at you.

"Ms. Y/N! Ms. Y/N!" She jumped up and down excitedly. "Yes, Luna?" You turned around to face her. "My big brother wants to know how old you are!" You crouched down to her level, "Your... Brother?" You wanted to make sure you heard her right. You'd certainly seen her brother, and he was... not bad, (ifykyk). "Yeah! I overheard him talking to my Uncle Remmy about how pretty he thinks you are, so I thought I'd help him out by asking you how old you were!" She explained, It was cute, but your mind raced a hundred miles per hour as you tried to comprehend what this little girl was telling you. "Well... tell your brother thank you..." You struggled, trying to find the best way to respond, clearing your throat. "How old is your brother, Luna?" You questioned, seeing as all the other kids had gotten picked up by parents. "He's... twenty!" She answered with a smile. "Tell your brother I'm nineteen" She squealed, giving you a sweet hug and running off to the door, but stopped before reaching it. "Are you married?" She tilted her head to the side. You chuckled softly, "No, Luna" She squealed longer and louder before running off to Remus.

"Hey, Luns, how was class?" He held her hand through the parking lot. "Good, I talked to Ms. Y/N for Siri." She shrugged happily. "Oh? And what did you talk to her about?" He chuckled, looking down at her.

"I asked what age she was,"

"Why?" He chuckled

"Oh, You know! Just to make sure she was close to Siri's age."

"Oh." He responded, surprised

She sat down in the car, talking Remus' ear off. "I seriously think I've found him a girlfriend! She's gonna be my sister!" She squealed

"Dont get ahead of yourself, Luns." He reasoned, "They've barely spoken, No?" Sirius was gonna be pissed.

They opened up the door to Sirius' flat, She obviously came skipping in. "Siri! Siri!" She called, running up to hug her brother. "Hey, Dove. How was your class tonight?" He asked with a sweet smile, He had the biggest sweet spot for his sister. "So good"

"OH! By the way, Ms. Y/N says thank you, and that she's nineteen"

"S-Sorry?"

"And shes not married"

"Luna!!"

"What? I was helping you."

"You told her?? Luna!"

"Sorry, Thought you thought she was pretty~"

"Shut it, Luna!"

And Sirius Black was left blushing the rest of the day.

Fin.

#marauders era #sirius black x reader #danceteacher!reader #sirius black has a little sister #remus lupin #reader #fem!reader #dance #sirius black

[loveandmurders]

Finally found you (part II)

Hello everyone, I'm so happy you seemed to have enjoyed the first part of this soulmate AU with Bo Sinclair x female reader x Vincent Sinclair. You can find the first part here.

Hope you'll enjoy the second part! <3

For the moment, a third part isn't planned, but please let me know if you want more!

Warnings: a few strong words, the boys arguing and lying to you about Ambrose.

You slowly opened your eyes. You were feeling a lot better, just thirsty and a little bit hungry. But you were alright. Your head even stopped hurting. You wondered how long you had been out though. And more importantly, where were you?

When you fully went back to reality, you realised that two men seemed to argue in front of you. Well at least, one of them was angrily talking to the other one. After a few seconds your eyes were able to focus enough for you to make out that the man who wasn’t talking was actually answering back with sign language. His gestures were quick and aggressive, so you guessed he wasn’t happy either. 

You softly groaned as you tried to sit up and both the men stopped arguing to help you out, making sure you weren’t going to fall.

“Ya good?” Bo asked you and you nodded. You recognised his presence from earlier and you guessed he was the one who carried you inside this house.

“Can I have water please?” you whispered and he was quick to go grab you a glass from the kitchen. 

You turned your attention toward the other man. He was wearing a mask, and he seemed to be trying to hide it with his hair, a little bit self conscious. At the same time, he was staring at you with great intensity. But strangely enough, it wasn’t scaring you or bothering you. You even found it weirdly attractive. Probably because you could read strong desire for you in the way he gazed at you. You were quite curious about what was going on. You even wanted to ask why they were arguing, but you stopped yourself from doing so. You didn’t know them and you were grateful they took care of you when you fainted.

You thanked Bo when he gave you the glass of fresh water and you happily hummed as you sipped it, before leaning back against the couch. The drink helped you fully focus back as both the men never stopped looking at you.

“Thank you for having brought me here” you finally said because you didn’t really know how to handle such a heavy and tense silence otherwise “I think I collapsed… Is it Ambrose?” you asked, trying to recall what happened before you lost consciousness.

The masked man nodded. 

“Yeah. Saw ya fallin’ on the ground like an angel reachin’ Earth” the other one said and it sounded a lot like flirting. The masked one seemed to roll his eye and then he crossed his arms on his chest. You nervously chuckled.

“Ain’t an angel unfortunately, or I wouldn’t have gotten lost” you replied

“Ya ain’t lost” the man shook his head with a little smile but you didn’t understand.

“Well I was supposed to go to Mexico, so it does look like I’m lost to me” you replied with a little frown even though you kept politely smiling at the man. 

There was something about them… you could feel how dark and dangerous they were. It was as if you could read their minds and their desires. But you weren’t afraid, as if you knew that their rage and violence couldn't be used against you. You still thought you should be nice to them, just in case.

The twins exchanged a look before showing you their soulmate marks on their arms. You leaned forward to have a better look at them. At first, you didn’t understand, because they weren’t the same as yours. But then your grandmother’s words resonated inside your mind and you started to imagine the two marks overlapped. 

Fuck, it would look exactly like yours.

And fuck, she was right: you seemed to have two soulmates.

“Oh” was all you could say, completely taken aback. You hadn’t imagined you would find your soulmates in the middle of nowhere, or like that. You had also hoped for a more romantic meeting than you fainting in front of them. You probably weren’t looking your best either. Not like the man in suit in front of you, or the one wearing a mask. You hoped they were thinking you were as hot as you thought they were. 

Before your silence could worry them you added: “You should thank my bad luck, you know. That’s how I ended here” you hummed “oh shit, my car” you groaned as you suddenly recalled why you had to walk under the burning sun of this part of the country.

“Your car?” Bo asked

“Yeah, it’s in the middle of the road, the engine decided to go have a nap on me” you rolled your eyes

“I’ll take care of it, don’t worry ‘bout anythin’, love” he reassuringly said. He took his phone out of his pocket to send a message to Lester about the car, so his kid brother wouldn’t worry about it either.

Another moment of silence passed between the three of you. It seemed that the boys didn’t really know how to handle the situation either. It was as if they didn’t believe you would ever appear in their existences, and they were wondering if you were really theirs. Something else was obviously bothering them, but you couldn’t guess what it was for the moment.

“So we’re all soulmates” you nibbled on your bottom lips, trying to hide a little smile. You were happy to have found them in all honesty.

“Well at least you’re ours” Bo nodded as his eyes went back to you. He put his phone back in his pocket as well.

“What?” you frowned, not certain what he meant by that.

“I’m Bo Sinclair and this’ my twin Vincent.” Bo introduced the two of you and your eyes widened

“Oh shit” you let out “That’s why you were arguing when I woke up?” you asked and the men exchanged another look before Vincent nodded at you once again.

“I’m Y/N L/N by the way” you told them “And I’m sure we’ll find a way, right? I mean your twins, it must be usual for you to… hmm… share? I was really really impatient to meet you, guys, so if you could do that without killing each other I’d be very grateful too” you told them with big doe eyes.

They quickly knew they couldn’t deny you anything so they simply nodded. In a way, it made a lot of sense that they were sharing the same soulmate. They used to sort of share the same body when they were in their mother’s womb, and they both thought more than once that they even shared the same soul. It seemed they were right about it.

“Do you usually get along?” you asked and they both nodded but without great enthusiasm, which worried you a little. You nervously nibbled on your lips once again. “That’s not a very comforting answer,” you admitted.

“Sorry, love. It’s just… Yeah, we do get along. We live in the same house after all” Bo replied as he gestured around him. “But we never thought about sharing the same soulmate. And we can both be…” Bo trailed off as he was looking for the right word. Vincent signed a word and Bo sent an impressed look to his twin. He didn’t want to say something like that in front of you.

“What did Vincent say?” you asked, annoyed that you couldn’t understand sign language. Vincent softly shivered at the sound of his name coming from your mouth. It was the most delicious thing he ever heard.

“He said… possessive” Bo finally answered because it felt too difficult to lie to you. You felt yourself blushing and you had to look away.

“It’s… fine. We’ll find a way.” you reassuringly smiled. “I was supposed to go to Mexico for the holidays… But I can call my hotel and cancel it, if you want. I could stay my week off here. But after that, I’ll have to go back to work. And you are quite away from me. I saw you have phones though?” you softly babbled.

The twins exchanged a look. They really didn’t plan on letting you go that easily and you could still feel something dark around the three of you.

“Answer, please. I’m not a telepath” you called them out and they quickly looked back at you.

“Sorry, love. Of course we’d love to have ya here for a little while… Forever actually” Bo smoothly replied and you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling. The boys instantly melted for that sound.

“Well forever sounds nice but it won’t happen right away. Are there any jobs around here?” you asked “I mean, I don’t mind moving in Ambrose, but there is no way I’m playing the housewife for you two guys, and I really mean it.” You told them and they both raised their hands in defence in front of them.

“Never asked for this, love.”

“We’re in Louisiana, you never know.” You gently teased which made them smile. They enjoyed your playful demeanour.

They couldn’t deny that your determination and the way you knew what you wanted was very attractive to the two men. They knew you were going to challenge them and they really needed that.

But they were worried about how you were going to react when you would learn what they were doing in Ambrose. They could always try to hide the truth from you during one small week, but they wouldn’t be able to do that forever. In addition, you would quickly realise you were living in a ghost town. They were going to agree with Lester on what to tell you so it would satisfy your curiosity without making you realise your soulmates were sadistic killers. Unlike them, you sounded like such a good and bright person. You didn’t seem surrounded by darkness.

They didn’t want you to be afraid of them.

You could tell something was wrong.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, and you worried that they weren’t liking you that much or that they were disappointed in you already.

“O’course, love. We just never thought we’d find ya” Bo replied and you tried to smile

“If you weren’t hiding somewhere even maps don’t know about, it would’ve been easier though.” You hummed and you saw the twins exchanging a look so you understood you touched something there. “What are you doing here, anyways? And you didn’t answer me about jobs” you added. You looked at the window and you realised how quiet it seemed outside. “What’s going on here?” You insisted.

“Nothin’ ya have to worry ‘bout, love. We’re your soulmates, remember, ya can trust us.” He smiled at you and you shivered.

Those boys were up to no good but you already loved them.

#house of wax x reader #bo sinclair x s/o #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x you x vincent sinclair #bo sinclair x s/o x vincent sinclair #bo sinclair x reader x vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x s/o #vincent sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x reader #poly!sinclairs x s/o #poly!sinclairs x you #poly!sinclairs x reader #slasher x s/o #slasher x you #slasher x reader #poly!slasher x reader #poly!slasher x s/o #poly!slasher x you

[patrophthia]

fallin’ for ya | james potter

pairing: james potter x reader

genre: fluff, pining (kinda mutual pining), humor, crack, more fluff omg so fluffy

words count: 1.7k

original posted on wattpad

"you know [l/name], we were just talking about you before you came over."

before she could even retort about how they went back to last name basis and playfully reprimand him for it, he added, "james wanted to know if you'd like to go out with him this weekend."

“you twat!" he shouted, grabbing sirius in chokehold which only resulted in peter helping sirius fight for his life. "you dickhead, why didn't you let me ask her that myself?"

"because, you'd end up postponing it like you always do. it's been months prongs! get it over with!" screamed sirius between breaths, "honestly, you were putting gryffindor's name to shame."

it wasn't a rare occurrence for the quidditch teams to wreak havoc as they pass by the hallways. so really, it was the same old ordinary story for her to discuss her classes with her friends as a group of loud boys walked by.

now, there's one thing you should know. [name] has always prided herself to not be the type who falls for a guy who flashes her a smile (her friendship with the notorious sirius black which started from his failed attempts of trying woo her as evidence). she didn't swoon when sirius called her petnames, nothing. no matter how cool for school he may seem to be.

but there was something, something so unexplainable, a feeling that had her in a fit off smiley giggles —no matter how unlike her it was to do so— that had her scolding herself internally when james potter cruised by, grinning at her the second he spotted her.

she knew right then and there that she was in deep shit. they knew each other, of course they did, sirius would never stop talking about one to other and vice versa which meant that they're sort of acquaintances.

but merlin, something about that smile, the way his hazel eyes crinkled behind his round glasses, the slight dimples on his cheeks and the perfectly straight teeth that he had, had her in a fit. she was certain he'd still be the boy that she'd pick in a line of thirty hot guys.

"oh fuck."

"oh fuck's right," her friend, lucien retorted after having caught her staring at james, demanding a confession of sort. "i mean out of all the boys in hogwarts, you chose potter?"

"i didn't choose to!" she argued with a defensiveness that she didn't expect from herself. "i just fell for him!"

"good lord, you might as well prance around singing to him 'i've fallen for you! i know i shouldn't but i just can't stop myself' maybe he'll sing it back to you," lucien said teasingly, creating a tune as she went with her words. "perhaps you won't be lonely for the first time in -what, six years?"

"you're the worst friend ever," she groaned. the pair of them turning the corner so they could enter the transfiguration classroom. "you're supposed to help me get over him, this isn't good new for either of us-"

"good afternoon, [l/name]."

"er- good afternoon, potter," she greeted in return in a more questioning manner, he only smiled; turning back to his conversation with his friend. the feeling of blood rushing to her cheeks not missed by herself.

"er- good morning, potter," lucien said mockingly, a smirk on her thin lips. "i never pegged the great [f/name] as the type to fall for a guy just 'cause he says hi."

"it was 'good afternoon' not 'hi' and those are big words for someone who choked on pumpkin juice just 'cause they made eye contact with evans."

•••

she knew it was a mistake to introduce lucien to sirius. merlin, lucien alone was too much for one to handle when it comes to teasing, but put the two drama queens together? that was just a disaster waiting to happen. so when sirius approached her, tearing away from his herbology partner to annoy the life out of her, she was more than prepare to suffer for the next hour.

"so..." sirius drawled out, snatching her attention away from the plants she was maintaining. "a little birdie told me you fancy a certain friend of mine."

"yeah, lupin is one good looking lad," she quipped, praying that her body wouldn't betray her collapse right then and there from embarrassment. goddamn it lucien.

sirius rolled his eyes exaggeratedly; trying to get her to understand just how 'annoyed' she made him feel. "honestly [name], i'm pretty sure james fancy you too you know."

the way he spoke so nonchalantly put her on edge, but that didn't stop her from perking up to try to get more information from him. "we were talking the other day and he said you looked really pretty when he spotted you during one of his practices, that's a crush if i saw one."

"something about you catching his gaze as he was preparing to race," he muttered with a mischievous smile, "truly poetic."

"would you stop?" she grumbled, going back to attending her plants. "it's honestly not that big of a deal."

"not that big of a deal?" sirius gasp dramatically, pressing a hand on his chest for good measure. "this is the love of your life and it's not that big of a deal?"

she rolled her eyes, a remark ready at the tip of the tongue when professor sprout loudly clear her throat cutting off the pair's conversation.

"mister potter could you please focus on your partner rather than miss [l/name]?" she questioned, for the briefest moment she thought she saw a small smile on the edge of the professor's lip but she was quick to change her expression to a stern one. "or did you want to switch partners? if that's the case, you'll need to discuss it with miss [l/name]."

"no professor," he said quickly; rubbing the back of his neck as his ears flushed pink, "i-i was just a bit distracted."

the professor hummed, taking his excuse without further questions, letting him continue on his work. from her side she could feel sirius physically vibrating with excitement, slowly she turned; facing him once more to see —exactly what she expected to see when it comes to sirius— the human embodiment of an enthusiastic puppy.

"seeeeeeeee?" he dragged out, smiling from ear to ear, "sirius black is never wrong miss [l/name]."

•••

christmas was approaching, fast. and like any other rational 'high school student' sirius had the bright idea to throw a christmas party just before the break started. which led to her to where she was now; in the middle of a crowded common room trying to find her raven-haired friend yet all her effort was to no avail.

the room was packed, loud music that she could faintly recognize the track of blaring from every corner of the place, the air was humid; hot from all the bodies dancing and grinding against one another.

lucien had (for once in her life time) sat out from this party, having land herself a date with a redhead she'd been pining over since the start of this school year. so really, [name] was as alone as one could be and she was really regretting her decision to have even gotten dressed up to come in the first place.

remus was tall, she knew that, almost everyone in their year knew that, but she never stopped to think for second about how much of life safer his height was. merlin, knows the relief she felt the second she spotted his mousy head of hair bopping to the beat of the song a mere feet away from her.

it was an unspoken rule she had ingrained into her mind: wherever one marauder was, there would be the other three.

her feet moved before her mind even process it's movement, pushing pass people in pursuit of the prefect who really should be stopping the party but was instead joining in the fun.

sirius was quick to cheer her name when his eyes met her, bringing her to his side and handing her a brand new bottle of butterbeer. "i thought you'd ditched on me."

"and have you bother me about how i betrayed you for the rest of the break?" she retorted, twisting the cap open and taking a sip, "no thanks."

"and here i thought that you'd come to see me." he pouted, making sure that he was giving her his best puppy eyes so he could play victim. "turns out you just find me annoying."

"everyone does," remus snorted, joining in the conversation.

sirius tutted, annoyance playing on his features when he suddenly had a bright idea. "you know [l/name], we were just talking about you before you came over."

before she could even retort about how they went back to last name basis and playfully reprimand him for it, he added, "james wanted to know if you'd like to go out with him this weekend."

james quickly protested, hazel eyes going wide with shock as his cheeks flushed up, ears tinted red out of embarrassment. "you twat!" he shouted, grabbing sirius in chokehold which only resulted in peter helping sirius fight for his life. "you dickhead, why didn't you let me ask her that myself?"

"because, you'd end up postponing it like you always do. it's been months prongs! get it over with!" screamed sirius between breaths, "honestly, you were putting gryffindor's name to shame."

remus with enough sensibility, and a final snort, pulled the three boys apart; freeing sirius from james grip along with peter and pulled themselves away, giving james and [name] time to converse between themself.

"so.." she trailed off, looking straight at him, "would you still like to go out this weekend?" james blinked, staring at her like a deer in headlights. his mouth opening and shutting. "because, i'd like to."

fuck, she was digging herself into a deeper hole with every second that passes by, "only if you want to, of course. if not it's completely fine, i-"

"yeah." he cut her off, staring at her. "i'd love to," he added after clearing his throat, "i'll see you then?"

"yeah, i'll see you then," she agreed, feeling giddy the longer they maintain eye contact. after a second she turned; deciding that it was best to leave it as it is only to be stopped by a hand grasping her wrist. she looked over her shoulder, meeting his eyes once more.

"do you want to dance?"

—from bee: i love james potter ‼️

#james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter x yn #james potter fluff #james potter fanfiction #james potter crack #james potter humor #james is a cutie #i love james potter #Spotify #🧳: my writing

[ur-dad-satan]

I've recently become obsessed with the song Golden Hour by Jvke so here's how I think the OM bros would react to MC singing it to them.

This is the song btw so you can really get the vibe

That's just there incase you don't want to read it so you don't have to. They're all alone with MC in their parts but MC is singing this with their entire heart and changed all the she/her to he/him.

Luci

He would be skeptical as to why MC wanted to sing a song for him

He would still let then though

He would listen intently missing some of the references like Donald Glover

He would be incredibly impressed with MC's talents

His heart would skip a beat when MC calls him the love of their life

He wouldn't show how much the song is affecting him (in a good way ofc)

That is until "he's got glitter for skin, my radiant beam in the night"

Nah he's hooked. Can't stop singing until the song it over.

By the end of the song, he's holding back tears.

MC would kiss him all over his face and Luci wouldn't let them go

Mam

"Of course ya wanna sing The Great Mammon a song!!"

Mammon loves music anyway so he'll love that it's a song dedicated to him

He would almost choke at the "it was just two lovers, sitting in the car" part cause that's what they were doing

He too would listen to the lyrics intently and his face would become more and more red with every lyric

His heart would also skip a beat or two when MC called him the love of their life

MC would gently hold his face while singing "I don't need no light to see you shine" and he would melt

He's a puddle and would be for the rest of the song

By the end, tears are streaming down his face and his heart is going to explode

MC is never getting rid of him now

Mam would BRAG to everyone that HIS human wrote the most amazing song ever for him even though they didn't write it

He knows that, but he didn't care

He's now simping more than he ever has

Levi

Why does MC want to sing him a song? ARE THEY GONNA MAKE FUN OF HIM?! (obviously not)

He didn't know what to expect but appreciated the instrumental

He's immediately beet red after the "it was just two lovers" line

He's infatuated with the song the whole way through

MC would hold his hand or his face during "I don't need no light to see you shine" and he wouldn't feel like a burden for the first time in a while

He had stars in his eyes at the "a glorious look in his eye"

Levi is bawling at the end of the song and MC wipes his tears

They kiss his forehead and Levi realizes something:

He's fallen for the normie even harder

Sat

He would love to hear a song!! Especially after the day he's had (Luci yelled at him)

He would immediately love it from the instrumentals alone; he does appreciate orchestral music

He would attach to the line "fallin for each other". Was he that obvious?!

He tried his damnedest to hide how much this silly little song was thawing his "cOlD dEaD hEaRt"

He was taken aback by "my angel of light" especially since MC held his face while they sung it.

No one dared call him an angel because of his anger and never having been one. He always felt slightly left our from his brothers' memories

Hearing MC call him one... Made him emotional... He felt... Included?

He knew he had never been one, nor would he ever be one, but... It's the thought that counts

By the end, he was complementing their voice and hugging them tight trying to hide the tears as they flowed

This man would forever do everything in his power to love and protect you

Asmo

He loves music especially when it's sang for him.

He would listen intently and really take in the lyrics looking for complements

He especially gripped into the line "he's got glitter for skin, a radiant beam in the night".

His eyes were hearts from this moment on. Literally. His pupils became heart shaped.

He was completely infatuated with the human at this point and he was holding back how much he actually wanted to smile

The line "he knew he was the baddest, can you even imagine, fallin like I did" made him fold

He was smiling ear to ear.

The small touches to his hands, arms, and face were enough to make Asmo fall in love more than he ever did

Beel

He would love to hear a song, MC!!

He doesn't really care that much about music, but he likes to hear MC's voice.

He would grip onto "I was all alone with the love of my life"

He's the love of their life??!

He didn't know MC felt that strongly about him.

Though his face didn't show it much, he was bursting with excitement.

MC would touch his face during "can you even imagine fallin' like I did?" and he would absentmindedly nod

By the time the song was over, Beel would realize just how much he actually loved MC

When they were done singing, Beel would hug them into his chest tightly careful not to hurt them

Belphie

He wouldn't mind hearing MC sing while he fell asleep.

They would play the music quietly and let Belphie rest his head on their lap.

He would start paying attention to the lyrics after "fallin' for each other" but keep his eyes closed.

MC would play with his hair and gently touch his face while they sang.

What Belphie wasn't expecting was "My radiant beam in the night"

That made him look up and carefully watch MC keep singing.

Towards the end of the song, he realized how contented and happy he was to have them,

When MC finished, he held their hand and raised it to his lips planting a lingering kiss on the skin.

He'd never give up MC no matter what.

I adore this song and thought of this last week but finished it now. I may do an undatables version if this gets like 30 notes. Also, I don't think I'll include Luke in this one because it does say things like "love of my life" and "we were just two lovers" and that's not what we want for Luke at all.

<3

#Youtube #obey me! #obey me brothers #obey me scenarios #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me shitpost #obey me lucifer #obey me luci #obey me mammon #obey me mam #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #golden hour #jvke #song

[mellonyheart]

This is the most self projecting thing I've ever written because guess what my body gave me for Christmas? Yaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy. Fuck my life. I still had to cook Christmas dinner too.

Mammon x Reader, first person pov, sfw, swearing because fuck is my favorite word today, slight angst, probably poorly edited. Edit: forgot to add 'reader is fem bodied. Whoops. Edit2: Actually gender is meaningless here and Reader could just as easily be suffering from menstrual cramps or a chronic disease/condition. So gn? The point is Reader has cramps. It's not specified what kind. Only that they hurt bad enough to not be able to enjoy going out.

Fuck.

This wasn't how I wanted to spend my Christmas.

I was supposed to greet the boys at breakfast. We'd eat and hold back our excitement (some better than others) about the coming festivities. I was going to help with Christmas dinner. I was going to bake a truckload of Christmas cookies! We were going to decorate them together. It was going to be a chaotic blast! It wasn't supposed to end up like this....

Owww....

My body seemed to have other ideas as I was now confined to my room by cramps. It's not fair! As if it wasn't bad enough I can't be in my (real) room but the boys were out spreading Christmas cheer for the rest of Devildom without me. And I was really looking forward to it!

It was hard to fight the tears as I remembered how Solomon left early to help out in my stead. I hope they can keep him away from the kitchen. That would be a disaster. Were the brothers missing me? They were right?

I missed them. I missed the present. I missed being a part of their wild world. I miss Mammon.

And now I really am crying. In no small part from the pain in my belly as much as my heart. My phone was suspiciously quiet too. Were they busy? Did something happen? Crap... you never know in the Devildom. Something is always coming up. I wanted to be a part of it. Why was fate so cruel?

I rolled over, still dwelling on my miserable thoughts. The pain killer was barely working. If I ever find this Nightbringer person (demon? Angel? Whatever...) I'm going to give them an earful. Not that my current situation was their fault but it makes me feel (infinitesimally) better to blame the entity that put me here.

Knock knock

Nope. Don't even think about it Solo. I'm asleep and I'm not eating your "soup".

Knock knock

I'm sleeping. Go away.

I could have sworn I heard a curse on the other side of my door but it was too quiet to make out. Weird. Solomon didn't usually curse.

Bzzt

?

I got a text message.

Hey.

You awake?

It's cool if you're not.

The Great Mammon just thought it'd be a good idea to check in on ya. You should be grateful I'm such a nice guy.

Fuck!

Anyway...

Just thought I'd say Merry Christmas.

"Wait!" I shouted as I threw open my door and there was Mammon halfway down the hall looking back at me with a startled expression.

...Just in time for another cramp. Ow.

"So ya were awake! Hang on... are ya okay?!" Mammon rushed to back to me, likely noticing my distress. He helped me back to bed and as he tried to take a step back I held his sleeve. Such soft fabric... if I wasn't miserable right now I would complement his santa outfit. It was perfectly... him.

"Thanks Mammon. But uh... what are you doing here?" I had to know. Why couldn't I let myself just be happy that he was here?

"Is that any way to greet someone who came all the way here to see ya?! And look at ya... fallin' over and stuff. Wait. Does that make me a hero?"

"Sure. My Christmas hero. Doesn't answer my question though." How is it that he can make me smile so easily? That has to be a super power. Maybe he is a hero.

"Do I really need a reason to see ya?! Gimme a break would ya?!" He huffed. I could guess what he was really doing here. His golden heart was always clear to me.

"I'm glad you came. Thank you. I was actually getting pretty lonely." Honesty was easy with Mammon. Even if he couldn't be honest himself. He was blushing and looking away from me. Damn he was cute.

"Y-yeah... well I figured you'd be lonely without me. I mean... well it just sucks ya got sick on Christmas. It ain't right." And by all things holy and unholy he looked at me like he meant it. He did mean it. Mammon really could be ridiculously sweet. Maybe too sweet because I can feel the tears coming back.

"H-hey! I didn't mean to... I wasn't tryin' to..." Poor Mammon. He was panicking. I really did try to explain that it wasn't that he said something wrong. It was just hormones going a bit overboard. But talking is hard when you're trying not to sob because the demon you love is too sweet for his own good. So I just hugged him. Hard. If he wasn't a demon, probably too hard but how else can I express that I love him so much I want us to meld into one person? I'm emotional. Don't hold it against me.

Mammon tried to calm me down. He hugged me back and kept saying anything he thought would be soothing in his own Mammon way.

"Hey. Ya good?" He asked as I finally calmed. My eyes hurt.

"Yeah. I'm sorry Mammon. This probably wasn't what you had in mind when you came over." My face felt puffy and I could really use a snack and some hydration.

"Don't worry about it. Are ya sure you're okay?" Anyone who says Mammon only cares about himself is an idiot.

"Yes. You're the best Mammon. I really need you to know that." I wiped my face and attempted a normal, definitely not wet, smile.

"Come on... don't get all sweet on me. Oh! I almost forgot!" Mammon suddenly dashed back into the hallway. After a moment he came back with a small festively colored bag and a thermos. "Here. I got this for ya. I uh... wanted to give it to ya before the others got here."

"Hold on... the others?" I asked, bewildered.

"Aw crap... that was supposed to be a surprise! Ya gotta pretend to be surprised when the others call ya down. I was supposed to check how ya were feeling so we can throw ya a party downstairs. Ya know, because you probably don't feel like walkin' to the House of Lamentation or the castle. And then Solomon said you didn't want to teleport so..."

I should have known. I love them. All of them. And they love me. Of course they would try to plan a surprise party so that I didn't feel left out. I feel like the luckiest human of all time. Dumb hormones can't stop me from having a good Christmas.

"Mammon?" I interrupted him from his rambling.

"Huh? What is it?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"H-huh?! H-hold on! You haven't even opened your present yet!" Fuck he's cute when he blushes.

"Can I kiss you after I open my present?"

"S-sure, whatever you want! Just open it already!" Mammon pressed the bag in my direction as to put as much distance between it and himself. He looked at me expectantly.

Inside the bag was... cookies. Clearly handmade. They certainly weren't made or decorated by Luke or Barbatos. One was a touch burned.

"You made me cookies?" I asked.

"Tis' the season right? Look! That one is you and that one is me. I threw in a couple Christmasy shapes too. Ya gotta try 'em though!" He looked nervous despite sounding so excited. I bet he brought these privately because his brothers made fun of his amateur baking skills. And he made mini us!

I took a bite of a Christmas tree.

"It's good."

"Yeah?! I mean I tried extra hard to get the shapes right and Luke had to help me with the decoratin' but they look good right?!" He smiled like the first sunrise in Devildom. So I kissed him.

Then as he got flustered and admonished me for the surprise attack I made cookie us kiss too.

Marry Christmas.

#Bonus: the cookies were too sweet and swimming in dried frosting but the taste didn't matter #Kissing Mammon is sweeter anyway #Also the others got impatient and crashed their private party #obey me #obey me nightbringer #mammon supremacy #mammon obey me #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #obey me mammon x reader

[anaiscrazy]

Austin! Elvis x reader

Y/n was a lonely girl, since she moves out of her parents home she’s been all alone. She walked down the street when a flyer blew onto her leg in the wind. She picked up and read it. “Elvis Presley live this Saturday” she thought for a moment, it was Saturday. She had soothing to do so why not go see this “Elvis” character. She looked further down the page to see a picture of a handsome young man in a suit,smiling while holding his guitar. She couldn’t help but be a little flustered at his appearance. He was pretty cute.

That evening she entered the night club where he was playing at. She sat down at a table and ordered a drink, soon the drink came and she began to sip it. A few minuets after the handsome young Elvis stepped out onto the stage. “Hello ladies and gentlemen, this first song I’ll be playin’ here tonight will be I can’t help Fallin’ in love.” His country accent made her blush. The song began as he sang “Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can’t help falling in love with you” his eyes locked with hers in a quick glance. She saw his crystal blue eyes as he stared right at her. He blushes a bit but continued to sing. “Shall I stay? Would it be a sin, If I can’t help falling in love with you” she at him lovingly. Not knowing what to do at this point, she’s staring at him all goo-goo eyed. It seems all the other ladies in the room are too. But Elvis only seemed to be looking her way. Soon enough the song had ended, and he started singing another, and another, and another. Before long his performance was over. Y/n grabbed her purse and slung it over her shoulder, walking out. As she pushed the door open she heard a farmhouse voice calling to her “Hey wait up darlin’” She turned around to see the very man that was playing on the stage that night. “H-hi” she said a little flustered. She wasn’t expecting this. “I saw you in the crowd tonight, you stood out to me, I don’t get to see many faces as pretty as yours around here” y/n got slightly flushed at his comment. “Why thank you” she said nervously. “I was wonderin’” he said more nervous than his confident stance before. “Would ya like to go out with me sometime?” She could barely think of what to say. She was stunned. Why would someone like Elvis want to go out with someone like her. She finally managed to get out the words “y-yeah I’d love that” “great, how does next Friday sound to ya?” “Sounds good to me” she replied nervously. He smiles softly before pulling out a pen and a little piece of paper. “Would you mind givin’ me your number so I can call ya?” It was almost like he had planned this, that he just happened to have a paper and a pen. “Sure” y/n said before writing her number on the paper and giving it to him. “Well I gotta go my manager will be a waitin’ on me. “Okay see you Friday” she says blushing, as he runs off towards the backstage entrance. That week was one of the longest in her life, but after what seemed like forever, Friday evening came. She walked into the restaurant in her fancy dress that she had bought just for the occasion. There he was. The most handsome man she had met in her whole life. He was sitting at the table waiting. They had a wonderful date. Afterwards, He was walking her up to the doorstep of her apartment. “I really had a nice night, thank you” y/n said “I did too” Elvis replied. He looked down at her, moving closer until they’re faces where only inches apart. “Would it be okay if I kissed you?” He asked with a whisper. “Y-yeah” she said, matching his whispering tone. He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers softly. The kiss get like an eternity, and neither of them wanted to end it. “I’ve got to be getting inside” y/n said “yeah” he replied “but I’ll be callin’ you, I can wait for our second date. She walked in and imagined they’re second date while she fell asleep

#elvisaaronpresley #elvis presley #elvis x reader #austin butler #austin butler x reader

[raisin-shell]

Raph’s Journal chapter 10: Scars ⚠️ TCEST⚠️

We get a lot of questions, particularly from tha humans we do encounter. One of those questions is how I got my scar on my lip… an Leo his eye. Tha day started out like any other, my alarm clock went off an naturally I hit tha snooze button one to many times.

“Cmon Raph! You’re going to be late again and you know leo told you last time that it’d be your last time. Hurry up dude!”

My kid brother of all people is tha only one who can, if possible, keep me in line but today was tha wrong day ta fuck with fearless. I scrambled ta get my gear on, running frantically towards tha dojo. Once I was there all my brothers were already lined up and in position. Usually I get a tongue lashin’ from Leo tha moment I set foot in our fightin’ area but today he just glared on into some distance somewhere. Man I must have really pissed him off with my tardiness this time.

Once master splinter had evaluated us during our warm ups it was time fer some one on one matches. Naturally I was paired with Leonardo. Go figure. He seemed different today. No stoic nature just plain angry as our master signaled for us ta fight. He came at me full force, katanas weldin’ into tha sky as they crashed down against the metal of my sais.

“I told you this would be the last time you’re late Raphael!”

He’s usin’ my full name which lets me know he is indeed pissed off.

“Listen fearless, I’m here aren’t I? I swear ya get yer panties in a bunch over nothin’!”

I shoved him backward a bit to hard and he was on me once again, tha metal of our weapons clambered and clanked. He was strong god dammit that bastard was heated. I had finally had enough.

“What’s good tuff guy? Our great leader huh? Looks like ya need ta control yer temper!”

And I uppercut him, the point of my sai slashin’ his eye as he began to stumble backwards.

“Leo.. I didn’t… I’m sor..”

Before I could get it out I felt his leg swipe mine out from under me, his katana swung an if I hadn’t already been fallin’ backward, he’d have gotten more than just a slice of my lip. I groaned in agony. Apparently I landed on a sewer drain an broke my tail. Blood dripped down Leo’s eye as he just glared at me as I was rollin’ around on tha floor in pain. Practice was cut short that day. Donnie not only had to doctor myself up but Leo as well.

“Can you believe that guy!? All this because he can’t get over himself!”

I wince as Donnie takes a look at my tail.

“You were late Raph. Again. It’s been nearly every day this week. He expects more from you. He loves you. And honestly I think it’s past time you told him the truth about your feelings for him.”

Donnie was my go to fuck boy. He had always known about my secret attraction ta Leo. Never once got jealous or malicious. He was right.

“Alright fine. I’ll go talk ta him. But I swear ta god if he comes at me again I’m kickin’ yer ass next Donnie.”

A few days went by. I had ta give ol fearless his space. Give us both time ta heal. He had ta wear a patch over his eye for a while. Once it had healed and things weren’t so heated, I decided to confront him. He was tending to his bansai plants when I approached him from behind.

“Hey Leo. Yer eye okay?”

I hummed deeply as he continued pruning his plants.

“Listen fearless I’m sorry fer always…”

He dropped his clippers and turned ta face me.

“You’re sorry? You’re SORRY?! Jesus Christ Raphael you’re always sorry. I can’t get each of you on the same damn page when I have my right hand constantly disobeying orders! Do you think the rules don’t apply to you?!”

I’ll admit it… he’s cute as fuck when he’s angry.

“My eye is fine. No thanks to you.”

He folds his arms as I lean in closer to him.

“Here. Lemme see hm?”

I trace my thumb under tha bandage, peelin’ it back ta expose his eye still a bit swollen from tha impact.

“I… I really am sorry Leo. Ya just… ya don’t…. Ya don’t know how badly I feel fer ya. Ya got no clue. I love ya an it’s my fault ya don’t know that. It’s my fault. I’m… I’m sorry.”

My hand trailed across his cheek cuppin’ it as I leaned in closer ta him.

“Raph…. No…. Stop.”

My other arm wrapped around his waist as I pulled his body against mine.

“Raph I… we’ll get caught…”

No sooner did those words come outta his mouth an my lips landed on his. I was expectin’ him ta pull away but his body began ta melt against mine. All tensed muscles softened an I felt his hand cradle my neck, deepenin’ tha kiss. My foot kicked his door closed as our tongues continued ta tie. My hands took it upon themselves to wrap beneath his bottom liftin’ him up as we both slammed against the thick brick wall of his room.

His hips began buckin’ eagerly, his hard rod rollin’ against my own sent an aching throb to my cock. I grunted against his kiss, quickly untied tha laces of his pants allowin’ that beautiful cock of his to spring free. My hand couldn’t help but wrap around his perfect girth, tuggin’ firmly as he gasped and whimpered against my mouth. Never in a million years did I think things were gonna turn out like this.

My hand continued to pump his cock, usin’ all my upper body strength I held him up against tha wall as I began ta kneel down. I had his legs tucked up over my shoulders as I broke our kiss and began nibbling and sucking down tha center of his plastron. Gently, I lapped tha under ridge of his cock as a needy moan gasped from his throat. My hands spread his ass cheeks wide fer me. His thick lime green muscles glistened under tha light, a rock hard cock with two perfectly round spheres set embedded in between those legs just waitin’ fer me ta take a taste. Fuck me. My lips puckered around his bulbous head as my head bobbed down. His back craned, teeth grittin’ as ta not make so much noise.

His cock is long and thick, I can feel his pulse in my throat as I take him deeper and deeper. And his cock just kept getting harder. My thumb slipped ta his perineum using some of my own drool ta lubricate tha area, slowly pluggin’ my thumb into his tight, warm back door. Tha sweat was beadin’ and rolling down his brown as his thighs widened for me, welcoming my thumb now two knuckles deep into his body. Precum was strandin’ from tha tip of his cock ta his plastron. I knew he was ready.

I slipped back ta my feet, our lips crashin’ together again as I tugged my shorts down lettin’ my massive cock free. I lined my head up with his tight hot ring and slowly sunk myself up into him. I could feel his body trembling but his hips kept pressin’ inta mine.

“This what cha want fearless? Hm? Ya want me ta fuck ya don’t cha?”

His blue eyes opened fer tha first time since tha encounter, gazin lovingly inta my own eyes.

“Please?”

My hips retract as his mouth purses into a silent moan, tha tight pull he had on my cock nearly makin’ me explode right then and there. But I held myself together, plungin’ myself deeper into his tight cavern.

“Harder. Please harder.”

He’s beggin’ fer me now which if you’ve been readin’ up on my journal… you know that’s a weak spot fer me. I tuck my arms beneath his legs, pinnin’ him tight against the wall as I sink myself in deeper and faster until little spurts of cum began ta pulse from his cock and he came unraveled in my arms. I pulled him up away from tha wall, hips still thrusting deeply up inside of his tightness until I felt tha sweet release of my own orgasm pull through my body.

We stood there for a moment, both of us catchin’ our breath and me catchin’ fearless smiling fer a change. I slowly retracted my cock from him and set him down, helping him get his gear and pants back inta place. All tha while he had this giddiness about him that I’d never seen before.

“So I take it I’m forgiven?”

I smirked with a chuckle as I pat him on tha ass.

“For now… We’ll see what happens next time.”

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt bayverse #tmnt #tmnt raphael #tmnt leonardo #bayverse #tmnt donatello #tmnt 2016 #tmnt michelangelo #tcest

[hit-song-showdown]

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A lot of alternative rock this year, especially with the Hot Adult Contemporary Tracks chart having major influence over the Billboard Hot 100. Rap and R&B are also blending a lot more, which artists from both genres appearing on each others' tracks.

However, when it comes to music business history, this year kicked off with a bang. 2001 marks the release of iTunes and the iPod, which would heavily alter trends in music listening and try to provide one solution to the issue of music piracy. After the previous decades of listeners being expected to pay full price for a CD, going to $0.99 per song felt like a downgrade in terms of profits. But even with Napster shut down, but piracy still left the music industry scrambling for a solution. With listeners being able to buy individual songs, the rising popularity of iTunes was great for singles, but not the best for album sales. With the iPod, music listening trends were also moving in favor of individual listening as portable music became more accessible. It will take a few years for both this product and platform to reach their cultural and economic peaks, but the trends are starting to shift here.

Also to address the elephant in the room, this was also the year of the September 11 attacks. Despite the event forever affecting American culture, those effects aren't that obvious when looking at this chart. Like with the Vietnam War era, some songs had the event projected onto them. But unlike the Vietnam War era, protest music won't be as prominent in the mainstream. The popular music at the time seemed to want to be defiantly apolitical, whether as a coping mechanism or to avoid public backlash (which we will definitely get to in a few years) differs depending on the artists. But to get to the music itself, iHeartMedia (formerly Clear Channel Communications) famously banned the airplay of a number of songs following the attacks. I'm not going to go over all 165, but previous poll entries featured on this list includes: Walk Like an Egyptian by the Bangles, Johnny Angel by Shelley Fabrares, Bennie and the Jets by Elton John, American Pie by Don McLean, Under the Bridge by Red Hot Chili Peppers, Bridge over Troubled Water by Simon & Garfunkel, War by Edwin Star, and Jump by Van Halen.

#billboard poll #billboard music #tumblr poll #2000s #2000s music #2001 #lifehouse #alicia keys #janet jackson #train #jennifer lopez #ja rule #matchbox twenty #eve #gwen stefani #dido #lenny kravitz #destiny's child

[iamstevessmile]

HAT RULE

Sebastian Stan

Summary: Cowboy Bucky, Cowboy Steve, Cowboy Sam; fluff; implied smut

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“Come on Chels, this isn’t a good idea ..”

“Oh please, you’ll blend right in.” I scoff, staring at myself in the body length mirror.

“I am a real city girl, if the leather corset doesn’t say that, the way I talk now will.”

“Listen, you’ll be with me the whole night. If anyone tries something, I won’t hesitate to knock them out.” I can’t help but laugh at that because knowing Chelsea, she was not over exaggerating.

“Oh I know.”

“Come on, Austin is taking us.” Chelsea chimed, gesturing for me to follow her towards her brothers truck. “Also, city girl my ass, d’ya forget where you came from?”

“That was a long time ago, my every day no longer consists of working in the barn or herding the sheep.”

“Yeah, and what does it entail? Big shopping sprees and all that fancy stuff?”

Chelsea’s brother hopped into the truck, turning on the ignition as he tuned into our conversation.

“Now that’s a stereotype and you know that.”

“What’s so bad about it here anyways?”

“I wouldn’t say bad, I suppose it’s nice to be away from the business of the city life.”

“There ya go, look at the bright side of things.“

“If you’re worried you’re gonna run into anyone, I don’t think they’d recognize you.” Austin piped up, finally joining the conversation, rather than simply listening.

“Yeah, and why do you say that?” I asked curiously, leaning forward till I was propped between the truck seats.

“Well Little y/l/n ain’t so little anymore.”

“He’s got a point.” Chelsea backs up her brothers statement, leaving me silent for a second.

It’s been a long time since I left, so they could be right, but then again, I had cut ties with everyone except Chels when I left, so maybe I was sitting in their ‘not so good’ books.

I tried to keep contact, but it never happened, and that was completely on me.

“Well, I’d hope not.”

- - -

“Thanks for the lift Aust, we’ll see you later.”

“Don’t go too wild, don’t wanna have to carry the two of you inside.” He says, looking over at me. “‘Specially you, city girl.”

“No promises.” He chuckles, and I flash him a smile before he reverses and drives away, leaving Chelsea and I alone, in front of the bar.

“Well come on, there’s no point of just standing here.” With that, she grabs my hand, yanking me towards the entrance.

As soon as the doors swung open, I was met with an odd nostalgic feeling.

I immediately felt like I didn’t belong here anymore, sticking out like a sore thumb, but then again, the last time I had been here was just under eight years ago.

Time I didn’t exactly spend in bars either.

“Anything in particular I need to remember?”

“Don’t go taking anyones hat unless you plan on leaving with them t’night.”

“Ah, rule number 1. Gotcha.”

BUCKY’S POINT OF VIEW

“I’m telling you Stevie, she ain’t worth the hassle she’s causin’ you.” I sighed, lifting my beer up to my lips, taking a large swig.

Steve had been going on about the Carter girl for over an hour, she had truly been driving him wild over the last few weeks, not in the good way, yet Steve still seemed to stick around her.

“I’m sure there’s a ton of gals here, just waitin’ to get there hands on ya.” He scoffs at my words, shaking his head as he reaches for his own drink.

“I’m not you Buck, I don’t have anyone fallin’ at my feet when I flash a smile.” With that, Sam burst out laughing, seemingly finding that statement hilarious.

“You two are both a catch, now stop with all that.” Sam speaks up, finally joining in our conversation. “In all honestly, Buck is right.”

“Ha!” I exclaim, laughing softly as I watch Steve roll his eyes.

“Steve, you’re a great guy, and if Carter doesn’t see that, then she don’t deserve you, plain and simple.”

I nod in agreement at Sam’s words, about to speak when my attention was snapped towards the bar, where two girls sat perched on the stools.

“I see Chels has arrived. Brought a new friend along this time.” Sam points out, leaning forward until his forearms were resting on the table, watching the two girls, more specifically Chelsea.

I observed the other girl silently, scanning over the way her corset hugged her torso, her red hair falling down and over her shoulders perfectly.

There wasn’t a doubt in my mind as to who was sitting only a few meters away.

After studying her body for so many months, I could recognize her from a mile away.

“I was gonna say have at it Steve, but I think Buck’s mind is already set.” I hear Steve laugh, paying no mind to the two of them as I stand up, leaving my beer behind as I make my way over to the bar.

“One beer and whatever the lady wants. On me.” I call out to the bar tender, noticing Chelsea was now occupied by some guy I had seen around a few times.

Real pity, she’d be good for Sam.

Someone to whip him into shape.

I slide into the empty seat, watching her swivel around slowly until our eyes met.

She had grown up for sure, but it was definitely her.

“Hi, doll.” I could see the small gulp she took, her eyes full of curiosity, not fraying away from mine. “Been a while, hasn’t it?”

That seemed to clear any of the confusion she had, slowly biting down on her bottom lip as she looked up at me.

“Buck.”

God that voice.

Y/N’S POINT OF VIEW

“I don’t think they’d recognize you.”

Yeah Austin, it hasn’t even been ten minutes and that statement has proven to be awfully incorrect.

“Buck.”

“Never ‘xpected to see ya around here again.” He said, grabbing the bear off the counter before holding it out to me.

“Never was much of a beer girl.” I shake my head politely, subtly dragging my eyes around his face.

How is it possible that he got so much more fucking attractive?

“That’s right, though that coulda changed along with everythin’ else.”

“I suppose.”

“Well.” He whispered, lowering his face down slightly until his arms were flat on the bar, and his hat looming over me, as he gestured with his head to the dance floor. “What’s it gonna take to get you out there?”

Was he not angry with me for leaving still?

“How ‘bout that drink you offered.” I flashed a smile at him, knowing I wouldn’t be able to resist him any which way. “Kinky blow pop.”

James Buchanan Barnes was one hell of a charmer.

“By all means doll, anything you want.” He signaled over the bartender, ordering my drink and giving me the time to let my eyes wander over his body.

The flannel he was wearing was tucked into his jeans, the top five buttons undone, allowing me to see the start of his abs just below the chains that were hanging around his neck.

I lick my lips slowly, turning to grab my drink as it arrived before looking back at James.

With the look in his eyes, I know he had caught me looking, but honestly, I could think of a few things worse than that.

There was not a single chance that he never knew how fucking sexy he was.

“Tell me, what managed to bring you back around?” His voice was low, the rasp evident as he kept close, making no movement to back away.

“Just Graduated.” I shrug, giving the most simple answer, “thought I’d come back and visit.”

“Oh, do we have a qualified designer around now?” I freeze for a moment, not thinking that he would even remember that small detail of what I wanted to study.

“You remembered?” I tilt my head slightly, not dropping any of my confidence.

“Why wouldn’t I?” His eyebrows furrow for a moment, watching me intently as I shake my head.

“I think it’s time we get out there!” I chug back the remainder of my drink, Bucky watching in awe as I slam the glass down and strut over to the dance floor, leaving him standing by the bar, alone.

Once I’ve reached the middle of the floor, I turn back around, seeing him laugh as he shakes his head. I can feel the excitement running through my body.

I’ve missed this.

I’ve missed him.

He raises an eyebrow, leaning back against the bar as he lets his legs spread, dominating the area around him and potentially me as well.

He slowly lifted his beer back to his lips, not moving his eyes away from me.

He wanted a show? I could definitely give him one.

I let my hands move upwards, allowing them to find their way into my hair, letting my hips sway sensually to the rhythm of the music.

I keep my gaze locked on his, watching the way he practically undresses me with his eyes.

I feel hands snake around my waist and I immediately stop my movements, turning around to be met with some man.

“You new around here darlin’?” I shake my head, stepping back slightly, which seemed to be pointless as he replaced that step with one of his own. “Haven’t seen a pretty thing like you around here. Are you here alone?”

“She is not.” I feel the presence behind me, knowing it was him without having to turn around to check.

“Sure looks like she is to me.” The man speaks up, which only causes Bucky to step closer to me, his back almost resting against my chest.

Suddenly, I feel the weight of something on top of my head, lifting my hand up to push it out of my eyesight.

“Still look like that to ya pal?” I finally turn my head to the side, taking in Bucky’s protective stance, his arms crossed against his chest, highlighting his muscles, as well as the death stare across his face. “Thought not. Run along.”

The second I hear the man’s footsteps fade off, I turn completely to Bucky, lifting my gaze until I was met with his.

“Thank you, I could have handled that though.” I smile softly, “though, I did appreciate the show.”

“Thought I recognized that looks in your eyes.” He chuckles deeply at my words, his eyes eyeing my body before moving back up to mine.

He lowers his head to my level, lifting his hand up to my head, about to take the hat when I stop him.

“I think I’ll keep this.”

“D’ya forget the rule, wear the hat..?”

“…ride the cowboy. I remember just fine.” I say, stepping closer to him until my lips brush against his.

“Well seeing that you don't plan on giving that back...” He finally closes the gap between us, our lips meeting perfectly against each other as he pushed on my lower back until I am pressed right against him. I pull back, only slightly, dragging his bottom lip between my teeth gently before whispering.

“I think that’s only fair.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan #bucky barnes smut #fluff #Cowboy #Cowboy Bucky #wear the hat #Bucky Barnes Cowboy

[msweebyness]

hey, same anon! so...how did it go on Darcy's end?

(Setting: Outside the Boogie Lair, On the Isle)

(Darcy stands outside the entrance to her papa’s lair, hesitating to knock due to what she plans to tell him. She is dating the son of Jack Skellington, after all… Of course, she knows her father loves her more than anything, but that still doesn’t mean he’ll take this news positively at all. Ah well, now or never…)

Darcy: (Takes a deep breath and pushes the doors to the lair, entering the vast space) Papa? You here?

(She smiles and laughs as her father enters the room and spins her around in a bear hug. She really had missed him!)

Oogie: There’s my lil nightmare! (Teasing) Finally decided to visit yer ol’ man, huh?

Darcy: (Laughs) I missed you too, papa! You ain’t stayed holed up down here with me gone, right?

Oogie: (Rolls his eyes) I’ve been gettin’ out of the house every once in a while! Ya know I’m a homebody, darlin’! (She lovingly shakes her head) So how are things over on the mainland?

Darcy: Full of suckers easier to scare than a blind mouse, just like you said. It’s been a hoot! I lost count of how many of those little ‘royals’ have shrieked their lungs out after I spooked ‘em! A few even pissed themselves!

(Her father lets out one of his big, booming laughs)

Oogie: That’s my girl!

(Darcy smiles, before remembering her purpose for coming here. Nervous, because she knows how overprotective her father can be when it comes to boys, she broaches the topic.)

Darcy: There, uh, there is something I should probably tell ya, papa. (Rubbing her arm with a pensive expression)

(The boogieman takes notice of the change in his daughter’s demeanor, becoming concerned.)

Oogie: What is it, Pun’Kin?

Darcy: I, um…(takes a breath) I met someone…in Auradon, papa. He and I…we’ve been going out…about three months now.

(Her father’s eyes narrow. Some dimwit little punk moving in on his baby girl is the furthest thing from welcome news.)

Oogie: (Crosses his arms) Is that right? And just who exactly is this gentleman friend of yours, darlin’?

Darcy: He’s a great guy, daddy! He is a gentleman, always respectful! He listens to me, and cares about what I think! He’s sweet, he’s smart and he makes me laugh, and he ain’t no goody-two-shoes, neither! He loves scarin’ folks, like we do! (Twiddling her fingers)

Oogie: He from Halloween Town, then? Most of them Auradon folk are too soft to spook anybody.

Darcy: Yeah…His name’s JJ…Jack Skellington Jr…

(The room goes deathly silent at this revelation.)

Oogie: …

Darcy: Papa?

Oogie: Y-Yer datin’…JACK’S BOY?! PUN’KIN, HAVE YA LOST YER EVERLOVIN’ MIND?! OF ALL THE FURSHLUGGINER HALFWIT BOYS YA COULDA CHOSEN IT HAD TO BE-

Darcy: DADDY, STOP! For the gods’ sake, just listen! (Takes a deep breath) Look, I know this is hard for you to process, I know the history between you and his dad…and I know how mad you must be...but I'm not gonna apologize for fallin’ for him, Skellington or not. Me and JJ...we aren't you and Jack, and we never will be! You always say that one’a the most important things to you is that I'm happy... well, prove it! JJ makes me REALLY happy! So I'm askin' you, for my sake, to accept us bein’ together, no matter how much you hate his parents. (Looks at him intensely) Please, Papa.

(The boogieman is silent for a moment.)

Oogie: I just…give me a minute, nightmare. (He leaves the room, Darcy letting out a heavy sigh)

(A few minutes later, her father returns, a pensive expression on his face.)

Oogie: Darcy, darlin’, I ain’t gonna lie and say I’m happy about this…but I know yer a smart girl and you wouldn’t fall for just anybody. And I guess if Jack’s little punk- (Darcy glares at him)…(sighs) his son makes ya happy…I can live with it. (Darcy smiles) I’m just havin’ a hard time trustin’ that this kid, the son of the man who hates me more than anybody…is goin’ in with good intentions with my little girl.

Darcy: (Sighs) I know, papa. But I promise, ya don’t have to worry. JJ’s not like that. He really cares about me…he loves me…and I love him.

Oogie: I guess…as yer papa, that’s all I can ask for. (He softens as Darcy hugs him)

Darcy: Thanks, daddy. I love you.

Oogie: Love you too, my little fright. (He gently ruffles her wild curls.)

Darcy: I will check you for weapons when ya meet him though! That goes for you three, too!

(Lock, Shock and Barrel give innocent “Who, us?” expressions…hiding blades behind their backs.)

@artzychic27 @imsparky2002

Larvae your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

#disney descendants #descendants oc’s #darcy boogie #daughter of oogie boogie #Oogie boogie #nightmare before Christmas #father and daughter #lock shock and barrel #answered asks

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag and the fun questions @mk-writes-stuff!

OC Question Game

My questions:

What is the weirdest thing you’ve ever watched someone do?

How do you usually talk to customer service workers?

What’s the most bizarre dream you’ve ever had?

I'll be ambitious for this and go with the extended Mortal God cast

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1) What is the weirdest thing you’ve ever watched someone do?

Astra: "I saw some dickhead alchemist strip down to swim in the N'Diki swamp once. When I asked 'im why he'd do such a braindead thing, he jus' said the 'natural salts were fixin' to balance 'is humors.' I reckon the only thing the dumb bastard ended up gettin' balanced was his parasite to blood ratio."

Mashal: "I swear I've seen Astra pull a vial of acid out of her bra, use it to melt solid iron, then put it back."

Ivander: "In some distant corners of Unity, where the factory runoff meets the alchemical waste among the canals, fish speak to you. I swear it on my good name."

Elsind: "There was this spit-turner girl I knew once who took her tea with molasses. ...Maybe that's not so weird now that I think about it."

Avymere: "I watched a man die of fright once. I didn't think that was possible."

2) How do you usually talk to customer service workers?

Astra: "I try to be a little stranger n' normal. In an entertainin' way, ya know? Give 'em somethin' to chat about over lunch break."

Mashal: "Always treat a person of the lowest station as you would a person of the highest. It's the honorable thing to do."

Ivander: "It's a transaction. I don't want to be there. They don't want to be there. No need to pretend this is anything more."

Elsind: "I always get so nervous! I don't want to be rude, or make their lives more difficult. What if I'm a bad customer?"

Avymere: "Always make a point to be polite to the person who delivers your food, or else who knows what else may be delivered with it. Servants hold the lives of nobility in their hands. Ill-treated servants act on this."

3) What’s the most bizarre dream you’ve ever had?

Astra: "There was this one night - I'd had a touch too much to drink and maybe a lil' somethin' besides - when I went to sleep, only to find myself dreamin' 'bout fallin' asleep. Again and again, I'd dream about fallin' asleep, only to start another dream 'bout fallin' asleep. It was damn trippy is what it was. Last time I touch alchemist-blend kishra."

Mashal: "I don't sleep, so, uh, do I just make something up? I dreamt once that I was riding a horse, only to remember I can't ride a horse, even though I definitely know how in real life. ...Never mind, that was stupid."

Ivander: "There was this one dream I had where I was a soldier sent to fight a great bear. It slashed one of my companion's eyes, so we took snow off the ground to numb the wound. Except, the bear came back, so we had to leave him behind. The last thing I can recall was looking back at the blind man, snow covering his eyes, as he felt his way towards death in all its slavering glory."

Elsind: "I had a dream once that I was an elf. My face was always one thing, and it never slipped. My body was so rigged and stiff. I could only breathe and see and hear out of my face. It felt awful, which was... reassuring in a way."

Avymere: "When I was a child, I had a reoccurring dream about climbing a mountain. It was summer like summer never is in Skysheer - all flowers and buzzing bees, rather than melty frost and rain. I've rarely seen such balmy weather in my life, so I wonder why my subconscious decided to paste it over my home."

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Tagging @frostedlemonwriter @kaylinalexanderbooks @somethingclevermahogony @wordfather and anyone else who wants to play :)

Your questions are:

What's your favorite legend and why?

How do you celebrate your birthday?

What's something you'd regret if you died without doing?

#one of those dreams is one I've had #try to guess which one >:) #writing #writerscommunity #writblr #my ocs #question game

[saivii]

for the music ask thing: 5, 9, 11, n 28!!! :D

thanks for sending me these, i was hoping to answer a lot of the music ask questions!! 😁 also topic but i’ve noticed that you often like and support the stuff i draw/write and i appreciate that so much! ❤️ anyways here are my answers! hopefully you’re prepared for a lot of rambling on my part shfksksjc

5. “just like a pill” by p!nk always makes me wanna turn up the volume and sing loudly. now i’m thinking about songs that i wanna turn up loud to sing to versus to dance to…like i wanna sing loudly to “he wasn’t man enough for me” by toni braxton, “beautiful liar” by beyonce and shakira, and “i will survive” by gloria gaynor and i wanna dance to “gimme more” by britney spears, “bootylicious” by destiny’s child, “single ladies (put a ring on it)” by beyonce, and “spice up your life” or “wannabe” by the spice girls lol. oh man and “u can’t touch this” by mc hammer, “it’s tricky” by run dmc, and “hey ya” by outkast are songs i would want to sing AND dance to

9. “thank you for the music” and “honey honey” by abba both make me happy. “the great escape” by boys like girls also is nostalgic and makes me happy whenever i hear it

11. “dreamgirl” by dave matthews band. my parents met at a dave matthews band concert so i’ve grown up listening to a lot of their songs and they’re nostalgic to me, and this one is one of my favorites. “free fallin” by tom petty is another one that’s nostalgic for me and it moves me every time i listen to it. the lyrics “i wanna write her name in the sky/i’m gonna free fall out into nothin'/gonna leave this world for a while” just gets me in the feels for some reason idk

28. ohhh man there’s so many artists whose voice i love so there’s no way i can pick just one lol…i love whitney houston, celine dion, beyonce, mariah carey, ariana grande, adele, lady gaga, adele dazeem  idina menzel, and selena, to name a few. for the songs…again, i can’t pick just one but i love “i will always love you” by whitney houston, “it’s all coming back to me now” by celine dion, “listen” and “i care” by beyoncé, “honeymoon avenue” by ariana grande, and “defying gravity” by idina menzel. omg also “macarthur park” by donna summer and “lovin you” by minnie riperton. and lauryn hill’s voice in “killing me softly with his song” (by fugees) 

so yeah i'm very normal about music shgksjfkls

list of questions:

#ask meme #asks

[twilightmalachite]

Hermitage - Sunday 1

Author: Nishioka Maiko (with Akira)

Characters: Hajime, Mika, Shu

Translator: Mika Enstars

"I was so excited that I had trouble fallin’ asleep last night…"

Season: Winter

Location: Starmony Dorms Kitchen

Hajime: Humhumhum~♪ Ahh, the dashi[1] smells good~. ♪

I typically just have a simple breakfast with bread, but every so often I crave something Japanese.

Starting the day with warm miso soup will fill you with happiness!

Ah, that’s no good. The dashi started to boil while I was distracted. Let’s quickly dissolve the miso… Oh?

Ohh, there’s daikon radish sprouts[2] being grown on the counter, huh?

Hehe, might as well add some to my miso soup while I’m at it!

Mika: Nnah~! Oh nooo~! I’ll be late at this rate~!

Hajime: Hm? Was that Kagehira-senpai’s voice? He sounds like he’s in quite the hurry…

Mika: I’m an idiot~! I didn’t think I was gonna oversleep—

Eh, huh? Hajime-kun?

Hajime: So it really was you, Kagehira-senpai! Good morning. ♪

Mika: Mhm, g’mornin’. Ahh, I thought somethin’ smelled good, so yer makin’ miso soup huh? Did’ja have it fer breakfast?

Hajime: Ah, no, I haven’t eaten yet. I’m making it right now~.

p>Ah, what great timing. The miso soup has finished, so would you want to enjoy it with me, Kagehira-senpai?

Mika: Nn~, I’d really love to, but I’m in kind of a hurry, y’see~… I’m sorry, I came here thinkin’ I’d just drink some milk.

Hajime: Milk, huh? Here, let me pour some for you, then.

Mika: Eh? Ya sure? I can just do it myself.

Hajime: It’s already here from when I used it in my meal, so please don’t worry… There, here you go.

Mika: I appreciate it, thank ya kindly.

*glug glug*…♪

Hajime: By the way, what are you doing in such a hurry? Are you going to work after this?

Mika: Ahh, not quite. Oshi-san’s comin’ back to Japan today fer Valkyrie’s new song. So I was thinkin’ about goin’ to pick him up~!

Oshi-san told me he didn’t need t’be picked up, but I thought t’keep it a secret and surprise him!

And yet, I managed to oversleep on such an important day! He’ll be here in an hour! Oshi-san’s gonna arrive before I do at this rate~…

I was so excited that I had trouble fallin’ asleep last night…

Hajime: Hehe, like a kid the day before a trip.

Mika: Uu~, this isn’t good though~...

Hajime: If you have an hour, you should be able to make it if you hurry and leave now, right?

Mika: Oh, yer right! I’ll hurry up then…!

Lemme finish this—*glug glug*

A’right, thanks fer the meal. Alright, I’m off~!

Hajime: Take care, Kagehira-senpai! ♪ Do be careful out there~!

Location: Airport (Lobby)

Mika: Haah~… J-Just in time…

Uu, I’m all sweaty from runnin’ in such a hurry. It’s somewhat embarrassin’ to be the only one feelin’ hot in the middle of winter…

Ah! I might’ve made it in time, but it doesn’t mean I can take it easy! I gotta look fer Oshi-san!

Ummm… Looks like the arrival gate fer the flight from Paris is over there…?

Shu: ……

Mika: Ah! I see Oshi-san walkin’ over there!

Oi~, Oshi-sa~n! Here, over here~! Oi~!

Shu: Gyah?! Kagehira…!?

Mika: Thank goodness~! I was able t’find ya in time. Oshi-san, welcome back~! ♪

Shu: Don't speak so loudly, have some dignity! You'll surprise others and they'll look this way. Have some shame.

Goodness… You should have told me in advance you were coming to pick me up, you know.

Mika: Nnah~, don’t be like that~. I jus’ wanted t'surprise you is all~.

Ah! Oshi-san, you must be tired! Lemme take yer luggage. Also, are ya thirsty or anythin’?

There's a vending machine over there if yer thirsty! Or are ya hungry instead? Ummm, fer that—

Shu: Kagehira, you're being loud chattering away like that.

Don't cling to me like a dog just because I'm tired from a long flight. What're you going to do if you end up exhausting me further?

Mika: …♪

Shu: …What? I'm angry at you, yet you're smiling.

Mika: Well, I was just thinkin' about how it's been so long since ya got angry. ‘Cuz on the phone, you don't get angry often. Yer always so kind~!

It makes me happy when yer kind to me, but it really feels like Oshi-san’s home when you get angry.

Shu: Hah… I don't understand you as usual. It's beyond me why you’d want me to be angry at you.

Here. Let's go drop off my luggage at my dorm room, Kagehira.

Mika: Nnah~! Oshi-san, wait a sec~! Don't walk so quickly~!

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A soup base often used for miso soup, as well as many other Japanese dishes. It’s made with bonito flakes and kombu and has a nice umami flavor.

Daikon radish sprouts grown straight from the seeds, often grown at home with hydroponics. Can be used for soups as well as plenty of other dishes. You see Hajime holding them in his card here!

#hermitage #translation #event #shu itsuki #hajime shino #mika kagehira

[manwalksintobar]

Ntozake Shange to Eisa Davis

          querida antigua eisa,

you almost got it-you really did ‘born of the blood of struggle’ we all were/ even if we don’t know it/ what if poetry isn’t enuf? whatchu gonna do then? paint     ? dance     ? put your back field in motion & wait for james brown to fall on his knees like it’s too much for him/ what? too much for james? yeah/ didn’t you ever see the sweat from his brow/ a libation of passion make a semi-circle fronta his body/ a half-moon of exertion washin’ away any hope he had of/ standin’ it/ can’t stand it & he falls to his knees and three jamesian niggahs in a stroll so sharp it hurts bring him a cape that shines likes the northern star/shinin' i say like you imagined the grease in the parts of yr hair or yr legs/or yr mother's face after rehearsal after she had you/ james falls to his knees cuz he “cain't take it"/he's pleadin’ please please please don't go we look to see who brought james brown to the floor / so weak/ we think/ so overwrought with the power of love that’s why poetry is enuf/ eisa/ it brings us to our knees & when we look up from our puddles of sweat/ the world's still right there & the children still have bruises tiny white satin caskets & their mothers weep like mary shda there is nothing more sacred than a glimpse of power of the universe it brought james brown to his knees lil anthony too/ even jackie wilson arrogant pretty muthafuckah he was/ dropped no knee pads in the face of the might we have to contend with/ & sometimes yng blk boys bleed to death face down on asphalt cuz fallin' to they knees was not cool/ the way to go/it ain't fallin' to our knees is a public admission a great big ol' scarlet letter that we cain't/ don't wanna escape  any feelin'/ any sensation of bein' alive can come right down on us/ & yes my tears & sweat may decorate the ground like a veve in haiti or a sand drawing in melbourne/ but in the swooning/ in the delirium/ of a felt life lies a poem to be proud of/ does it matter? can ya stand up, chile? the point is not to fall down & get up dustin' our bottoms/ i always hated it when folks said that to me/ the point eisa/ is to fall on your knees & let the joy of survivin' bring you to yr feet/ yr bottom's not dirty/ didn't even graze the earth/ no it's the stuff of livin' fully that makes the spirit of the poem let you show yr face again & again & again i usedta hide myself in jewelry or huge dark glasses big hats long pillowin' skirts/ anythin' to protect me/ from the gazes somebody'd see i'd lived a lil bit/ felt somethin' too terrible for casual      conversation & all this was obvious from lookin' in my eyes/ that's why i usedta read      poem after poem with my eyes shut/ quite a feat/ cept the memory'd take over &      leave my tequila bodyguard in a corner somewhere out the way of the pain in my eyes that simply came through my body/ they say my hands sculpt the air with words/ my face becomes the visage of a character's voice/ i don't know i left my craft to chance & fear someone wd see i care too much take me for a chump laugh & go home this is not what happened? is poetry enuf to man a picket line/ to answer to phones at the rape crisis center/ to shield women entering abortion clinics from      demons with crosses & illiterate signs defiling the horizon at dawn/ to keep our      children from believin' that they can buy hope with a pair of sneakers or another      nasty filter for        cheap glass pipe/ no/ no/ a million times no but poetry can bring those bleeding women & children outta time up close enuf for us to see feel ourselves there/ then the separations what makes me/ me & you/ you/// drops away & the truth that we      constantly avoid/ shut our eyes to/ hold our breath hopin' we won't be found out/ surfaces/ darlin'/ & we are all everyone of those dark & hurtin' places/ those dry bloodied memories are no less ours than the mornin/ yes the mournin' we may be honorable enuf to endure with our eyes open the coroner cannot simply bring her hand gently down our eyelids/      leavin' us to the silence of not life/ the solitude of the unreachable can ya stand up, 'chile? hands stretched out to touch again not so you can get up & conquer the world/ you did that when you cdnt raise yr head & yr body trembled so/ you scared yr mama that was when the poem took over & you gave you      back what you discovered you didn't haveta give up/ all that fullness of breath/ houdini in an emotional maze/ free at last but nobody can see how you did it/ 'how'd she get out'/ nobody'll know less you tell em/ do you really wanna write/ from twenty thousand leagues under a stranger's wailin? can you move gracefully randomly thru the landmines that are yr own angola/ hey, your bosnia! are you shamed sometimes there's no feelin' you can recognize in yr left leg? does the bleeding you'll do anyway offend you or can you make a sacred drawing like ana mendieta that will heal us all? do i believe in magic? hell yeah. shd you? i don't know. don't know how yr gonna find yr way out the maze/ ancient as it is no one can tell you the secret/ not me/ not aunt angela/ not yr mama beautiful as she is/ i usedta watch her legs cut thru space like a ninja in      ballet shoes/ i wanted to be tall & clear-eyed like yr mama/ & you come tellin'      me i cd beat you up in a school yard/ no my daddy wda bought the school yard & paid kids not to hurt me/ so what you see is not what you get i am not a poem/ i am savannah's mother/ savannah sat with her bottle      thru the children's class at stanze's once we moved to texas/ but i was always lookin’ for your mother's legs to come slicing the air/ ten years later/      2000 miles away/ed mock dead/ tower of power fallen/ sly stone disappeared/      oakland like the back of my hand/ now unknown/ "get it & feel good" i usedta      say sometimes still do/ diffrence is i cherish stupid lil things now/ did yr      mama tell you raymond asked our whole class after a bout with possessed drummers and gravity/ if we ever took our dance clothes off/ he could smell us comin'       cross the Bay Bridge/ he shouted & pranced like somekinda stallion/ like his sweat      didn't stink too/workin' in the other realm is dirty work/ makes us smell bad/      did yr mama tell ya? i know she didn't let ya believe makin' art was not a messy      business/ she cdn't have/ we were trained too well is poetry enuf, eisa? that's gonna be up to you? is poetry enuf for me? why do you think i wrote 'for colored girls' i wanted yall to come out from under yr starched pinafores & pressed      heads with some notion of dream & sanctity of spirit/ looks like some of it worked but remember i'm still writin' still dancin' fell on my knees so many times now/ i wrote rev. ike for a prayer cloth it's serious like that peaceful like that i sweat when i write/ do you?           the original aboriginal dancin' girl           love,           ntozake

#poetry #Ntozake Shange #feminist poetry #Eisa Davis #for colored girls... #Black America #dancing #women #writing #sweat #Black American poetry #poems of protest #poems of rage #loving the world anyway