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cannibalcoyote · 8 months

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Rockstar: Your Story(Interview)

You're a famous rock star being interviewed about the beginning of your career to the current (includes mentions of Mick Ronson, David Bowie, and Mick Jagger):

"Ma'am, can you tell us a little bit about when you first met David Bowie?" The question was so sudden that I could only scrunch my eyebrows at it. I expected David to be brought up sometime, but I didn't expect the first question to be about him.

"Sure, let's see.... I can't remember the exact date, but my dear friend - Mick Ronson - had called me up saying some band was interested in having us as guitar players. I was hesitant because I enjoyed my job as an architect, but something pushed me to go with him; we hopped on the next train to London and did the audition." I explain, tilting my head up at the memories resurfacing. Ronno had been unsure as well, but I'm glad we went.

"We heard it wasn't a pleasant experience? What happened?" They emphasize 'wasn't', clearly looking for some juicy gossip on Bowie, and who am I to disappoint.

"Well, David had accepted Mick but rejected me, and Ronno originally turned down the offer because of that. He didn't even tell me the truth, just grabbed me by the arm and lugged me as well as the guitars out of the building. I knew it hadn't gone well because he had this angry glare in his eyes, which is strange, because if you've ever met him, then you'd know he's rather sweet, and has a very discerning disposition.

I asked what was wrong and he just said that they didn't want us. I knew he was lying, but I didn't want to argue with him. We spent the rest of the time wandering around London sightseeing." I state, folding my hands up in my lap as I look at the interviewer. I don't like looking back to the '70s, a lot of stuff happened, and I fear what they will bring up.

"What happened after that?" The interviewer continues hastily digging, wanting more information. I guess this person isn't going to quit until they get the full story.

"We had stopped by a restaurant and were having lunch. Ronno was saying we should catch the train home after, but we were interrupted by David. I don't know how he found us, I just remember being shocked when he started begging Ronno to join his band. I was also a little confused, and I remember saying, 'I thought you didn't want us?'

To which David responded, 'No, I want him, I just don't want you.' That line had run through my head the following 3 years until I realized how lucky I was David didn't want me." I say the last few sentences in a softer voice, not liking to relive that particular memory.

"He said what?!" The interviewer over exaggerates their movements, getting the audience laughing just as they had hoped. I laugh a little too, David saying something so rude does seem rather uncharacteristic.

"Yah, I was rather astonished as well because the words left him in such a casual way, as if choosing what bread to buy at the market." I say, gently chuckling at the visual of David buying bread in such a critical way.

"What- How, how did Mick react to that." Their eyes widen, the crowd quiets down as they await my answer.

"Oh, he almost punched David! But I grabbed him and pulled him aside, asking why he lied and all that stuff." I respond, remembering the beautiful anger that he so desperately wanted to act on.

"I bet the last thing you wanted was for him to join David's band, right?" The interviewer asks the question humorously.

"That's... Wrong actually. He was vehemently against playing in a band without me, this is mainly due to the fact that ever since we were 12, we've always played together. But, I wanted him to take the opportunity, to show the world his ability, and to be able to be a confident player without me." I explain in a gentle voice, vaguely thinking of how self-conscious he was at the time when it came to him playing guitar.

"You seem to be a really supportive friend, (Y/N)." The tone of their voice turns genuine, the whole conversation losing the humorous quality that had been sustained.

"I try to be, the last thing I want is for people's failings or regrets to be because of me." I smile, my relieved guilt ebbing away as I think of where he and I are now.

"As well as being supportive, you also seem to be fairly protective, at least, that's what I got when Mick told us the story of you traumatizing his high school bully! With that in mind, how did you feel when you learned he was earning next to nothing during the tour?" The beginning of the sentence sent the interviewer and audience into a bit of a laugh, I laugh as well at the memory of scaring off Ronno's bully.

The laughter lightly quiets down to a more serious tone at the end discussion.

"I was appalled! I hated myself for a while because of that, because I pushed him into this situation where he was barely getting paid. Which was the opposite of what I thought would happen, especially after their popularity went through the roof!"I exclaimed, my eyes widening as I relived the shock; the ebbing guilt rushing forward tenfold.

"I heard you went to some extreme measures in order to help him out, what exactly did you do?" The interviewer goes on, the questions digging into lesser known information.

"Well, I joined any band I could, I would try and get hired by restaurants for live music during nights, and then during the day I had a job as a waitress as well as working part time as a lyricist." I explain, just saying that makes me remember how tiring my schedule was back then.

"Now that's a lot to juggle, and I'm sure you have some great stories from those days, but we have a specific story. What happened during one of your many tiring nights of live music?" They ask, this question is sort of a bore to me, one I'm frequently asked to retell.

"I had been band hopping at the time, and was hired for a gig when I didn't have a supportive group, so I improvised. I played my guitar and was singing live, but before that I had recorded the drums and rhythm guitar parts for the songs I was scheduled to play, so when I got up there I just started the recording and played along.

This was for a club where they wanted rock, so it was heavier playing. It was during my guitar solo I noticed someone in the crowd." I divulged, deciding to add in some information I had never shared before.

"Ooh, is this when you met the Rolling Stones?!" Someone screams out, the crowd and interviewer looking in shock before they all burst out laughing at the person's eagerness.

"Yes... but I technically only met Mick Jagger that night. I wasn't a big fan of the Rolling Stones at the time, but I did have an appreciation for their music. I was actually playing one of their songs at the time. Either way, it just surprised me to see him." I continued after we had all calmed down.

"I know you joined their band after that, but can you tell us what exactly went down?" I squint slightly at my interviewer's vernacular before deciding to just answer them.

"I don't think I can tell you all the details, I worry J might get embarrassed! But, I can tell you that he met me backstage after I was done and asked me if I was available tomorrow to meet him at a recording studio. It was the weekend the next day, so I said yes, he wrote down the address and time on a piece of paper, handed it to me, then said goodbye and walked away." I state in a jovial tone, Jagger is one of my favorite people to talk about, because he loves to call immediately after the interview and schedule a meet up. He's strange like that.

"Sounds strange? How did you feel after that?" They looked intrigued, clearly wanting me to divulge the information that I withheld.

"I was shocked. The next day I went and met him and his band mates, then they started playing a song together and asked me to improv. I had never heard the song before, so I just started watching their movements and playing off of that; by the end they asked if I was interested in joining their band, which I clearly said yes to." I exclaim, the interviewer's face looking shocked by what I just said.

"Wow, that all sounds like it went really fast?"

"Oh it was, we had only been playing for 20 minutes when they all stopped and asked me to join. I was going to say no because I needed to make enough money to send to Ronno, but when they mentioned how much I would make weekly I immediately accepted." I reply, chuckling as I remember my astonishment.

"I know after joining the Stones, your career skyrocketed, your solo albums have done well, and you write all your own songs?" They continue, motioning to my newest album sitting on their desk.

"Yes, my solo albums have done surprisingly well, and I write my own songs. I do accept and sing other songs sometimes, but I usually have a story told throughout my albums, and throwing in a random song messes that up." I explained.

"Did you and Mick Ronson keep in contact during this?" They question, looking at me in interest.

"Of course! In the beginning, Ronno and I called every week at the least, and we would send letters sometimes too!" I state ecstatically before calming myself down.

"How did that work? He was touring at the time right?" They ask in a befuddled way.

"Yes he was, but he would tell me the places he would be as well as the dates that he would be there, and I would do the same with him. It was a little complicated, but it was worth it." I reply, my hands waving as I mimic us writing letters.

"Honestly though, what would you send him that couldn't be said over the phone?" They ask after a few moments, laughing as their mind runs.

"Photos, drawings, songs, food-"

"Photos?" I can hear what they're implying, and I can't help but squint my face in disgust. The crowd's laughter magnified at my reaction.

"Stop thinking like that, you all have dirty minds! I would take pictures of me and the band, as well as the places around me. I loved drawing as well, so I would send him some, as well as some songs that I thought he would enjoy playing. Lastly, I knew he was getting food, but I knew it wasn't food he was used to, so I would bake him something, or buy him local snacks and ship them off to the correct address." I explain, describing the different things I would send him.

"Did he ask you to do any of this?"

"No, Ronno was never a complainer, he hated telling people his issues. I was usually the exception, but he prefers telling me in person as compared to over the phone or in a letter. He did enjoy them though, and he would send me songs and pictures as well. I remember him snapping a picture of his drummer scarfing down some cookies I made!" I jubilantly state, smirking as I remember that the picture is still hanging on my fridge.

"You sent him all these lovely things, what did he send you?"

"I never asked for anything more than a letter or a phone call, but he would send me these extravagant songs, asking me how I thought they sounded and if I liked them. He would also send me drawings - he's not really an artist, but he knows I love the little doodles he does randomly, so he started sending them to me." I grin, knowing Ronni will be embarrassed by me sharing this information.

"Was this an easier time in your life or would you consider it one of the more stressful?" Ah, here it comes, the questions I am most dreading.

"The fame and fortune made my financial issues about none, but socially I felt isolated. I had played in popular bands before, but never like this, I was only consistently around my band mates and the people that worked for them. I only really talked with Jagger and Keith, and then Keith randomly started hating me, so I was down to only talking to Jagger." I reply almost subconsciously, my mind wanting to distance itself from these memories.

"What about Ronson? I thought you said you had weekly phone calls and sent letters?" They ask in confusion.

"We did, but about 3 months into that, David started complaining to Ronno that he spent too much time talking to me, and that he was ignoring his band mates for someone he might never see again." The answer in a short tone, clearly still holding resentment for David's decision.

"David said that?" They say in shock.

"Yah, he said it straight to Ronno's face. We obviously didn't stop talking, we kept calling and messaging each other, but it lessened after that to about 1 call every 2 weeks. They became much longer phone calls though, he said that David was limiting his amount of calls, but stated that David couldn't limit his time, so we would end up talking through the entire night!" I smile on glee, our weak form of rebellion still makes my heart warm.

"We've talked about Ronson and his band mates reactions, but how did your bandmates react?" They continue, going down a different avenue.

"Well, everyone basically made fun of me and said we were in love. They told me to stop being so desperate because I was probably annoying Ronno, that remark actually made me start to overthink a lot. I started worrying that I was annoying him, and that he didn't like talking to me anymore. I think that's around the time I began to develop anxiety, I was already depressed, so that just added on to my plate." I responded before realizing I was over sharing on live TV.

"Did you tell Ronson about that? How did he react?" They gratefully kept moving right along, not leaving an awkward silence.

"Well, I never actually told him about that, I think this is the first time he's hearing this." I smile in discomfort, and an uncertain smile on my face.

"Really? You never spoke to him about any of this?" They ask in surprise, slightly taken aback.

"My anxiety had me thinking that saying a single word to him was annoying him, so no, I didn't just start talking about this to him. It was a really dark spot for me, the person to pull me through was Jagger actually. He noticed my extensive isolation, how I stopped eating around others, how I stopped talking. He really pulled through for me, which is probably why I'm still friends with him." I voice solemnly, deciding that I might as well be honest about the situation since there is no going back now.

"I know this is a heavy topic for you, I have some more questions, but if you're uncomfortable we can move on." Wish you had said that earlier, but oh well.

"Ask away, we can just skip the ones I'm uncomfortable with." I smile in response.

"Alright, what did Mick do? Did he just pull you aside and talk to you?"

"No actually, he wrote a song and asked if I would listen to it." I responded.

"What?" Perhaps I should rephrase my vague response.

"That's honestly what he did. But he wrote a song with true meaning, it was rather dark, and it actually made me cry and begin to hyperventilate. We were alone, so he just rushed over and helped calm me down; he didn't ask me any questions until I had completely relaxed." I explained honestly.

"What did he say exactly?" They continue.

"He just apologized, asking if I wanted to talk. I said no at first, but then he asked why I've been distancing myself from him and the band, why all the songs I was writing were either dark or sad.

I told him the truth, that I was depressed, that I felt so intensely alone, and that I could no longer talk to Ronno because I was probably annoying him." An uncomfortable shiver ran up my spine, reliving those memories makes me feel nauseous.

"How did he react to that? I can't really picture him being the best at giving advice and comfort." She smiles in a joking way, attempting to lighten the conversation.

"He was lovely, he hugged me like a giant teddy bear and told me that he would help me through this. We talked for a while, he asked me why I thought I was annoying Ronno, and I told him what the band had said to me." I answer, feeling a small smile appear at the memory of Mick comforting me.

"What did he say to that?"

"He told me that they were a bunch of single idiots who were jealous, and that I shouldn't ruin a meaningful relationship with my best friend by believing the words of immature drug addicts." I respond, barely withholding my laughter as I watch everyone's reaction.

"He said that?!" They nearly yell, everyone laughing at my answer.

"Yes, and the next day he told them all off for belittling me. During our talk he spoke to me about my isolation, I explained that I did that when I was sad or feeling out of place, and he asked what he could do to make me feel like a part of the team. He honestly made me cry a couple of times from how caring he was. Then he started talking about heavier subjects, such as why I wasn't eating during lunch breaks, why I never accepted snacks, and why I was noticeably losing weight." I state, realizing that I was now broaching the subject of my eating disorder.

"That must've been tough." They state seriously.

"It was, I realized at that moment, how much I missed Ronno. I asked Jagger if he wanted me to leave the band since I was such a problem, but he told me to stop being an idiot. The next day I was given a few sheepish apologies from my band mates, and Jagger became a very prominent person in my life from that day on." I explained.

"That's good. So Mick Jagger stepping up to help you must've put him pretty high on your list of friends right?"

"Yes, I only realized how much he was doing for me when he barged into my room during a depressive episode and all but shoved the phone into my hand. I distinctly remember him telling me not to come out until tomorrow morning. When I held the phone up, he had actually dialed up Ronno, who sounded very tired and confused, as well as concerned." I smile, these are the memories that I hold onto dearly.

"Really? How did he know what number to call?"

"I assume he went snooping around my desk, in one of my drawers was a paper with dates, addresses, and numbers. It was one of the sweetest things anybody had ever done for me." The look on my face was genuine, that was honestly one of the sweetest things anyone has done for me.

"I know you two are still good friends, but was there ever the possibility of anything more?" Oh boy, I hate it when they try to talk about this subject.

"I did find him to be attractive if that's what you're asking, but I was never in love with him. He did ask me out on a date and I had said yes, the date was lovely, but we got caught in a crowd of fans and he was like how he normally is. It made me remember how many groupies I'd seen leaving his room, and how many women I've seen smothered over him at all times, and it scared me away from ever allowing myself to love him." I reply sincerely.

"Could there have been something? If you hadn't cut it off?" They continue to push the topic.

"There could've been something eventually - from the despondent look on his face when I said I didn't want a relationship, I think he wanted us to become something more. I don't regret what I did, I like the friendship I have with him, the last thing I wanted to do was ruin it with his promiscuity and my need for loyalty. We've moved on though, I kind of see him as the older brother I never had." I reply, explaining my reasoning and the aftermath.

"Well, since that ship has definitely sunk, what about Ronson? Was there ever anything there?" They just won't give up will they?

"No... Well, there was one time in high school when we thought we should try dating, but that was spurred on by our teenage inability to understand that we loved each other, but not in that way. We realized that that wasn't us when we tried to act like a couple and both noticed that it felt forced. Ever since then we've been best friends." I state.

"Gosh, you're shooting down all of the fan favorites. Are you interested in anyone? Anyone at all?" They sound slightly exasperated, maybe I should throw them a bone.

"Hmmm... Maybe." I smile, a mischievous glint surely in my eye.

"What do you mean maybe? You can't leave the fans hanging like that!" I can tell that I have their genuine attention now.

"Well, ever since David and I have become friends, I've been... slightly interested in him." I say, jumping straight into the deep end.

"..." The silence could almost be described as palpable, it almost makes me want to laugh at how everyone is stunned into silence.

"Well, don't just stare at me." I laugh lightly.

"... I'm sorry, just processing. Does David know this?" They ask in hurried confusion.

"Well, if he's watching like he said he would, then he knows now." I laughed once again, but this time it had an air of uncertainty to it.

"Don't tell me you just confessed over live TV, in an interview no less!" They say in shock, looking at me with wide eyes.

"What if he doesn't reciprocate!" Their response makes me shiver in discomfort at that possibility, but I respond in humor.

"Then I die of embarrassment, cut all ties, and become a hermit!" I state loudly.

"Oh don't do that Y/N! Only healthy reactions are allowed on this show." The crowd laughs lightly at our convo.

I'm about to respond, but my Motorola starts ringing in my bag. I look to the interviewer before quickly digging through my bag and pulling out the phone. I sheepishly glance at it, the audience having fallen silent at the interruption.

"Is it alright if I answer this? It might be important." I state, I know this sounds bad, but it could actually be important since I left my home and animals under the care of my neighbor.

"Of course, but you owe us one more question before you leave then." They respond, holding out their hand.

"Deal!" I agree, shaking their hand quickly.

"Hello, this is Y/N." I state in a professional tone, getting a funny look from the interviewer at my seriousness.

"Y/N darling!" I am thrown off by the happy and familiar tone.

"...David?!" I state in slight confusion, everyone seeming to lean in closer.

"...Yes?" He responds in the same tone, making fun of the way I responded.

"Why are you calling me? I'm in an interview." I explain, swiftly going back to my professional tone.

"Yes well, when someone confesses they are interested in dating you, I thought the first thing one should do is accept." He responds in a joking yet serious tone.

I'm silent for a few moments in surprise, did David just say he wants to date me too?

"Well, don't leave me without a response darling... Will you go on a date with me?" His serious and self assured tone dwindled slightly, I can hear his uncertainty.

"Yes." My response was short, it was rushed and all I could muster with my amount of shock.

"Good, I'll pick you up after the interview, so I'll see you in a few minutes." He stated before hanging up.

I can't contain the overjoyed smile that spreads across my face, most certainly accompanied by a warm blush. The audience snickers as I clumsily put my phone away, then they start laughing as the interviewer stares at me with a smug grin.

"Who was that?" They ask tauntingly.

"Ohhh... no one." I try to brush it off, but I know no one is believing.

"Really! Does this no one happen to be named David Bowie?" They continue.

I avert my eyes in embarrassment, the audience laughing even louder as I sheepishly nod my head.

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thund3randrain · 3 months

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I AM NOT OK LOOK AT THIS

I AM FUCKING INSANE

#i was watching dancing in the street again #and i had an EPIPHAMY #oh lord #the gays have me sobbing again #david bowie #mick jagger #coriolanus snow #sejanus plinth #coriolanus x sejanus #sejanus x coriolanus #snowjanus #dancing in the street

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samiwife · 8 months

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Wasted Summers ⋆ ★ (David Slyvian x Reader)

A/N: This is a fanfic based on the song "Wasted Summers by juju <3" It's such a good song and please go listen to it <3 Also in this fanfic, you and David are both teenagers <3 Also, this going to be told in the first person POV.

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

Summer was almost over and I still hadn't told David how I felt. We hung out so many times and each time I was with him. I just wanted to kiss him. He's been my friend since forever. I've cried over him because I know he'll leave me. I heard a buzz from my phone, I sat up from my bed and checked to see what it was. It was a text from David asking to hang out at the park we always go to. I sighed and texted back. I said yes and I'll meet him in 30 minutes. I wanted to hold David's hands and tell him how much I loved him. I feel like I'm wasting my time with him. I'm spending my time crying over him. I got up from my bed and got ready. After getting ready, I grabbed my house keys and walked down to the park. When I got there, David was sitting there waiting for me. I faked a smile and walked over. David looked so happy to see me and I was too. However, I felt so defeated and depressed over him. "Hey Y/N, how's your day," David said as he held my hand. I looked down and smiled.

"It's been okay, just been staying home, and stuff. Nothing crazy." I said while looking down. David smiles wider. "Y'know, I went to the cafe today and I saw the prettiest girl," David explains as he lets go of my hand. My heart sinks down. I wished I was the pretty girl in his eyes he loved. I couldn't help but listen to what he said. "Oh yeah? What did she look like?" I asked holding back tears as I stared at him. "She was just gorgeous, pretty eyes, plump lips, silky hair, just perfection." He describes. David was always like this, he would describe women in front of me and I would just listen trying to hold back tears. But still, he would be so lovey-dovey with me. He would hold my hand and tell me I was his everything. But then he would find a girl to date and leave me. Then they would break up and he would come back to me. I hated it, he was a leech and I was the man. But I guess he will never understand. As he spoke more about the girl he was interested in, I broke down and tears streamed down my face.

David stops talking and looks down at me. "Love, what's wrong? Is everything alright? Is it me?" He asks as he holds my hand tightly. I pulled away from him. I stood up and continued to cry. "Don't you get it? I love you! But you don't see it, you always fantasize about other girls but I always fantasize about me being the girl you would describe." I yelled at him, David couldn't say a word but he just sat there in the grass. I huffed and turned away from him. I wiped away the tears off my face. "Yes, you can." I heard from behind me. I turned to look at David. He was standing and walking towards me. More tears streamed down my face, he smiled and wiped them away. I swat his hand away and step back.

"David, I know you're just saying this and you'll leave me," I said as I breathed out. "Y/N, no I won't. Trust m-" I interrupted him "No David! I wasted half of my summer trying to hold your hand, You're the leech and I'm the man. I guess you just don't understand!" I yelled causing David to step back. David looks down in guilt and steps forward to me again. He then looks up and pulls me. "Y/N, I know this is hurtful, but I was with those girls because I secretly wanted you. I never thought you would be with me." David said as he held my hand. I cried more, David smiled and wiped my tears. "Y/N darling, I would never leave you. I promise. If I have you then I won't want anyone else." He says as he lifts up my chin. I closed my eyes expecting a kiss. As I stood, I felt my lips touch another pair. Those lips are David's. He caressed my cheek as we kissed.

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poop-diddy-scoop · 12 days

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david bowie x mick jagger x reader - penthouse pleasantries

a/n: of COURSE the longest fic so far is a threesome

The dim glow of London's city lights poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting an ethereal aura upon the lavish space. You stood amidst a whirlwind of fabric, meticulously sorting through costumes and tagging each piece with care. Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars were about to embark on their next leg of the tour, and as their trusted stylist and costumer, it was your duty to ensure that every sequin sparkled just right under the stage lights.

Lost in the task at hand, you hardly noticed the soft creak of the door as it swung open, admitting the enigmatic figure of David Bowie himself. His presence was like a burst of energy, commanding attention effortlessly as he sauntered into the room with a mischievous glint in his mismatched eyes.

"Ah, there you are, love," he greeted, his voice a smooth melody that seemed to dance through the air. "Hard at work as always, I see."

You looked up from your task, offering him a warm smile. "Wouldn't have it any other way, David. The show must go on, after all."

David chuckled softly, his gaze drifting over the array of costumes adorning the room. "And what dazzling creations do you have in store for us this time?"

With a flourish, you held up a sequined jumpsuit, its vibrant hues shimmering in the ambient light. "I thought this might suit you for the opening number. It's bold, it's flashy, it's quintessentially Ziggy."

David's eyes lit up with delight as he reached out to inspect the garment, his fingers grazing over the intricate stitching. "Absolutely marvelous, darling. You truly have a gift."

A blush crept onto your cheeks at the compliment, though you tried to hide it behind a professional facade. "It's all in a day's work, David. Now, if you'll excuse me, I still have quite a few costumes to prepare before tomorrow's show."

David nodded understandingly, though there was a hint of reluctance in his gaze as he lingered in the doorway. "Of course, don't let me keep you. I'll be downstairs in the lounge with Mick, doing a bit of jamming. Feel free to join us if you fancy a bit of musical mischief."

You offered him a playful wink. "I'll keep that in mind. Break a leg downstairs, Ziggy."

With a grin, David disappeared from the room, leaving you to your task once more. As you resumed sorting through the costumes, a sense of anticipation fluttered in your chest. Little did you know, the night held more than just sequins and satin in store.

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The strains of music drifted through the penthouse, weaving a tapestry of sound that enveloped the space in warmth and melody. You had been hard at work for hours, lost in a sea of sequins and silk, when a sudden knock at the door broke the tranquil atmosphere.

"Come in," you called out, setting aside the costume you had been working on to greet your unexpected visitor.

To your surprise, it was none other than David Bowie himself, accompanied by the legendary Mick Jagger. The two of them wore matching grins, mischief twinkling in their eyes as they entered the room.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here," David said with a playful smirk. "Our very own style maestro, hard at work as always."

You couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of the two rock icons standing before you, their presence filling the room with an electric energy. "I see you've managed to tear yourselves away from the music for a moment. What brings you up to my humble abode?"

Mick flashed you a charming grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "We couldn't resist the chance to see where all the magic happens. David here has been singing your praises all night."

David feigned offense, placing a hand dramatically over his heart. "And why shouldn't I? After all, you're the one responsible for making us look like the rock gods we truly are."

You couldn't help but laugh at his theatrics, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. "Flattery will get you everywhere, David. Now, what can I do for you gentlemen?"

David's grin widened, his gaze flickering with mischief as he exchanged a knowing look with Mick. "Well, we were thinking… perhaps you could help us with a little fashion emergency we've found ourselves in."

Mick nodded in agreement, his expression feigning innocence. "Yes, you see, we were rummaging through our wardrobe downstairs and discovered that we're dreadfully short on sequins. A travesty, really."

You raised an eyebrow, unable to suppress a smirk at their antics. "And what, pray tell, do you need sequins for at this hour?"

David's grin turned positively devilish as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "We thought we might stage a bit of a fashion show for you, darling. A chance for you to see firsthand the fruits of your labor."

You couldn't help but laugh at the suggestion, charmed by their spontaneity. "As tempting as that sounds, I'm afraid I'll have to decline. I still have a mountain of costumes to sort through before tomorrow's show."

David's expression fell into mock disappointment, though there was a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "Ah, well, it was worth a try. Perhaps another time, then."

With a playful wink, Mick added, "Don't worry, love, we'll save the sequins for another day. Wouldn't want to steal you away from your work."

You chuckled softly, feeling a warmth spread through you at their lighthearted banter. "I appreciate the sentiment, gentlemen. Now, if you'll excuse me, duty calls. I'll leave you two to your musical mischief downstairs."

With a wave, you bid them farewell, turning back to your task with a smile lingering on your lips. As their laughter echoed through the penthouse, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected moments of joy that seemed to find you in the most unlikely of places.

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As the evening wore on, the penthouse seemed to hum with a quiet energy, the distant strains of music drifting through the air like a siren's call. Finished with your work for the night, you decided to venture downstairs to join David and Mick, eager for a bit of relaxation after a long day.

However, when you reached the lounge, you found it deserted, the only remnants of their presence being scattered instruments and an empty bottle of whiskey. Frowning slightly, you made your way to the kitchen, pouring yourself a drink and idly flipping through a magazine as you waited for their return.

Minutes turned into hours, and still, there was no sign of David or Mick. Growing increasingly curious, you set aside the magazine and decided to investigate, the sound of a faint yelp echoing through the quiet penthouse catching your attention.

It wasn't a pained sound, nor one that raised immediate concern, but rather an indecipherable noise that piqued your curiosity. With cautious steps, you made your way through the labyrinthine halls of the penthouse, the sound of heavy breathing growing louder with each passing moment.

Eventually, you found yourself standing before Mick's door, the wood slightly ajar as if inviting you in. Steeling yourself for what you might find, you pushed the door open slowly, the scene before you causing your breath to catch in your throat.

There they were, David and Mick, entwined in a passionate embrace upon Mick's bed. The dim light cast long shadows across their naked forms, their bodies moving in a fluid dance of desire as they explored each other with a fervent intensity.

David's hands roamed Mick's muscled torso, tracing the contours of his body with a feather-light touch that elicited a low moan from the other man's lips. Mick's fingers tangled in David's hair, pulling him closer as their lips met in a searing kiss that spoke of years of pent-up longing and unspoken desires.

For a moment, you were frozen in place, unable to tear your gaze away from the intimate tableau unfolding before you. But then, a rush of embarrassment flooded through you, and you quickly averted your eyes, backing away from the doorway as if burned.

With a quick, almost panicked motion, you turned on your heel and fled back to the safety of the kitchen, your heart pounding in your chest. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you poured yourself another drink, desperately trying to push the image from your mind.

Minutes passed in tense silence, the distant sounds of their passion still echoing through the penthouse like a haunting melody. Finally, you heard the soft click of the door closing, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching from behind.

David appeared in the doorway, a sheepish smile playing at the corners of his lips as he leaned against the doorframe. "Well, that was unexpected," he said, his voice tinged with amusement.

You forced a weak smile, doing your best to maintain your composure despite the embarrassment still burning bright within you. "I, uh… I didn't mean to intrude. I just thought i’d leave you two to it. Maybe next time I’ll catch on"

David's smile softened, his gaze filled with a warmth that made your heart flutter despite the awkwardness of the situation. "No need to apologise, darling. We should have been more discreet. Please, join next time"

With a nod of thanks, you made a hasty retreat from the kitchen, eager to escape the awkwardness of the moment. “Maybe I will”, you mutter.

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The faint knock on your bedroom door startled you from the crossword puzzle you were engrossed in. With a furrowed brow, you set the puzzle book aside and called out, "Come in."

To your surprise, David and Mick slipped into the room with a conspiratorial air, their expressions a mix of mischief and uncertainty. Everyone else had retired for the night, leaving the three of you alone in the quiet of the penthouse.

"Hey there," David greeted with a soft smile, his eyes sparkling with a hint of nervousness. "We hope we're not disturbing you."

You shook your head, a curious expression crossing your features. "Not at all. Is everything alright? You both seem… a bit on edge."

Mick exchanged a quick glance with David before speaking up, his voice laced with a playful tone. "Well, you see, we were thinking… about your offer earlier."

Your brow furrowed in confusion as you tried to recall what offer he was referring to. Then, realization dawned on you, and your eyes widened in disbelief. "You can't be serious."

David and Mick exchanged a glance, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of their lips. "Deadly serious," David confirmed, his gaze meeting yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

You shook your head, unable to believe what you were hearing. "But… why? What would possess you to want to… sleep with me?"

Mick's grin widened, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, come on, love. Can't blame us for wanting to cozy up with such a charming companion."

David nodded in agreement, his voice taking on a softer tone as he spoke. "We've been drawn to you since the moment we met, darling. There's something about you that… intrigues us."

You felt your cheeks flush at their words, a mix of flattery and uncertainty swirling within you. "I don't know what to say…"

David reached out, gently taking your hand in his as he met your gaze with sincerity. "You don't have to say anything, love. Just… consider it. We promise to make it worth your while."

Mick chimed in, his voice filled with a playful eagerness. "Think of it as a little secret between the three of us. Nobody else has to know."

You chewed on your bottom lip, torn between curiosity and apprehension. The idea of sharing such an intimate moment with two rock icons was both thrilling and daunting, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement deep within your chest.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of deliberation, you nodded slowly, a tentative smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Alright… I'll do it."

David's face lit up with a grin of pure delight, and before you knew it, both he and Mick were crawling onto the bed beside you, their warmth enveloping you in a cocoon of comfort.

As they cuddled up beside you, their laughter filling the room with a sense of lightness, you couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation coursing through your veins. Whatever the night held in store, one thing was certain: it was bound to be a memory you'd never forget.

As Mick settled in beside you, his presence radiating warmth and anticipation, you felt a surge of excitement course through you. With a playful glint in his eyes, he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours as he traced a feather-light path along your jawline.

You held your breath, anticipation building with each passing moment, until finally, Mick's lips met yours in a tender kiss that sent sparks dancing across your skin. His kiss was bold and confident, yet surprisingly gentle, as if he were savoring every moment of the intimate connection between you.

The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and passionate with each passing second, as Mick's hands roamed over your body with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine. His touch was electric, igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you whole.

When Mick finally pulled away, a satisfied grin played at the corners of his lips, his eyes alight with mischief. "Not bad for a first kiss, eh?" he teased, his voice filled with playful swagger.

You couldn't help but laugh at his cocky demeanor, though there was a warmth in your chest that spoke of the undeniable chemistry between you. "Not bad at all," you agreed, your voice soft with affection.

Before you could dwell on the moment any longer, David gently turned you to face him, his mismatched eyes burning with an intensity that stole your breath away. With a tender touch, he brushed a lock of hair away from your face, his lips trailing a path of fire along your jawline before meeting yours in a kiss that left you reeling.

David's kiss was dynamic and electrifying, a perfect counterpoint to Mick's earlier tenderness. His lips moved with a fluid grace, coaxing a symphony of sighs and soft moans from your lips as he deepened the kiss with a hunger that mirrored your own.

The sensation of being caught between the two rock icons was overwhelming, a heady mixture of desire and longing that threatened to consume you entirely. But in that moment, you surrendered to the intoxicating pull of their passion, losing yourself in the embrace of the two men who had stolen your heart.

As David pulled away, his gaze locked with yours in a silent promise of things to come, you couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the unexpected turn of events. Whatever the night held in store, one thing was certain: it was bound to be an adventure you'd never forget.

With a soft smile, you leaned in to press a gentle kiss to David's lips, the taste of him mingling with the memory of Mick's touch as you surrendered yourself to the intoxicating rhythm of their desire.

Mick chuckled softly, his voice filled with amusement as he leaned in to press a playful kiss to your cheek. "Looks like we've got ourselves a real charmer here, David," he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

David grinned, his arms wrapping around you in a warm embrace as he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. "Indeed we do, Mick. Indeed we do."

As the heat of the moment intensified, David's demeanour shifted, his playfulness giving way to a commanding presence that sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through your veins. With a determined glint in his eyes, he turned his attention to Mick, a silent promise of pleasure lingering in the air between them.

"We're going to take care of you first, Mick," David declared, his voice low and velvety with desire. "And then, it will be your turn to return the favour."

Mick's breath caught in his throat, his eyes darkening with desire as he nodded eagerly in agreement. "Sounds like a plan to me," he replied, his voice husky with anticipation.

With a shared glance, you and David set to work, your hands moving with practiced ease as you began to undress Mick with slow, deliberate movements. His skin was warm beneath your touch, a tantalizing contrast to the cool air of the room as you peeled away layer after layer of fabric until he was laid bare before you.

David's hands roamed over Mick's body with a reverence that bordered on worship, his touch igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you both. With each caress and kiss, the tension in the room grew thicker, until it was all you could do to resist the overwhelming urge to give in to the passion that threatened to consume you.

Mick's breath hitched as David's lips trailed a path of fire along his neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses in their wake. His fingers tangled in David's hair, pulling him closer as their lips met in a searing kiss that spoke of years of pent-up longing and unspoken desires.

Meanwhile, you trailed your own path of kisses along Mick's chest, revelling in the taste of his skin as you explored every inch of him with a hunger that bordered on desperation. Your hands roamed over his muscled torso, tracing the contours of his body with a feather-light touch that elicited a low moan from his lips.

In the midst of it all, Mick's voice cut through the haze of desire like a beacon in the night, his words filled with a sense of wonder and awe. "I never knew it could be like this," he murmured, his eyes blazing with desire as he met your gaze with a mixture of longing and affection.

The rocker’s playful demeanour grew more pronounced, his laughter filling the room with a contagious energy that sparked excitement in your veins. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he moved with a raw, untamed desire, flipping you over onto your back with a strength that left you breathless.

David's hands moved with purpose as he joined Mick in undressing you, his touch gentle yet firm as he trailed his fingers along the curves of your body with a reverence that sent shivers of anticipation racing down your spine. With each piece of clothing that fell away, you felt the weight of the world lifting from your shoulders, leaving you free to surrender to the pleasure that awaited you.

As your body was laid bare before them, you couldn't help but feel a surge of self-consciousness wash over you. You were acutely aware of every imperfection, every curve and contour that deviated from society's narrow standards of beauty. But as David and Mick's eyes roamed over you with a hunger that bordered on worship, all of your insecurities melted away, leaving nothing but the raw, unbridled desire that coursed through your veins.

Your breasts were full and round, with nipples that hardened under the weight of their gaze as they brushed against the cool air of the room. Your skin was soft and smooth, a canvas waiting to be explored as their lips trailed a path of fire along your neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of soft kisses in their wake.

Your thighs were strong and toned, the muscles beneath the surface quivering with anticipation as their hands roamed over them with a hunger that threatened to consume you whole. And between your legs, a warmth pulsed with a rhythm all its own, aching to be touched and caressed until the tension that coiled within you threatened to unravel completely.

As David and Mick's lips met yours in a tender kiss, you felt a surge of desire course through you, igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you whole. Their touch was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure racing through your body as they stroked your inner thighs with a hunger that left you breathless.

"God, you're beautiful," David murmured against your skin, his voice low and husky with desire as he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek.

Mick grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leaned in to press a kiss to your other cheek. "Absolutely stunning," he agreed, his voice filled with awe and wonder.

As Mick's lips descended upon your neck with a fervent hunger, you arched into his touch, a low moan escaping your lips as his mouth latched onto your skin with an intensity that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His teeth grazed your flesh, leaving a trail of fiery kisses in their wake as his hands roamed over your trembling form.

Meanwhile, David knelt between your spread legs, his gaze dark with desire as he trailed a path of fire along your inner thighs with his lips and tongue. Your breath caught in your throat as his mouth found its target, his tongue flicking out to tease your clit with a maddening rhythm that left you writhing beneath him.

You couldn't help but moan in pleasure as Mick's lips found purchase on your breasts, his teeth grazing your nipples with a hunger that bordered on desperation. His hands roamed over your skin with a possessive fervour, leaving no inch untouched as he claimed you as his own.

As David's tongue delved deeper into your folds, you felt yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion, the tension within you threatening to unravel completely. With each stroke of his tongue, you felt yourself spiralling closer and closer to the edge, until finally, you couldn't hold back any longer.

With a cry of ecstasy, you tumbled over the edge into oblivion, your body convulsing with pleasure as waves of ecstasy washed over you in a torrent of sensation. David's tongue never faltered, his mouth working tirelessly to draw out every last drop of pleasure from your trembling form as Mick's teeth grazed your skin with a possessive hunger that left you breathless.

As you slowly came down from the dizzying heights of pleasure, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you, leaving you languid and sated in its wake. With a soft sigh, you looked up to meet the gaze of the two men who had brought you to such dizzying heights of pleasure, a lazy smile playing at the corners of your lips.

"God, that was amazing," you murmured, your voice husky with desire as you reached out to trace a lazy pattern along Mick's chest.

Mick grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned in to press a lingering kiss to your lips. "Glad you enjoyed it, love," he replied, his voice filled with satisfaction.

David nodded in agreement, "We aim to please," he murmured.

As you and Mick shared a knowing glance, a silent understanding passing between you, you both pounced on David with a ferocity that left him breathless. With eager hands and hungry mouths, you claimed him as your own, pulling him on top of you with a sense of urgency that bordered on desperation.

David's eyes widened in surprise as he found himself sandwiched between the two of you, his breath coming in short gasps as he struggled to keep up with the whirlwind of desire that surrounded him. With a sense of anticipation that bordered on madness, he met your gaze with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, his body trembling with anticipation as you urged him to slip inside of you.

With a sense of urgency that left you both breathless, you heard Mick lubricate himself with a slickness that made your heart race with anticipation. The sound of his fingers sliding into David's tight puckering asshole filled the room with a sense of anticipation that left you dizzy with desire.

David's breath caught in his throat as he felt Mick's cock slide into him with a slickness that left him gasping for air. The sensation was overwhelming, a heady mixture of pleasure and pain that threatened to consume him entirely as his ass clenched around Mick's cock with a hunger that bordered on desperation.

With each thrust, David felt himself teetering on the edge of oblivion, his body writhing with pleasure as Mick filled him with a sensation that threatened to drive him mad. “Fuck, Mick—” His dick clenched around you as Mick's cock plunged deeper and deeper into his ass, the feeling of being filled to the brim sending shockwaves of pleasure racing through his body.

You and Mick exchanged a knowing glance as you watched David squirm beneath you, his eyes glazed with pleasure as he surrendered himself to the intoxicating rhythm of desire. With each thrust, you felt yourself drawing closer and closer to the edge, until finally, you couldn't hold back any longer.

With a cry of ecstasy, you tumbled over the edge into oblivion, your body convulsing with pleasure as waves of ecstasy washed over you in a torrent of sensation. Mick's cock plunged deeper and deeper into David's ass, his hips slamming against him with a ferocity that left you breathless.

"You're such a good boy, David," you murmured, your voice soft with affection as you pressed a tender kiss to his lips.

David's eyes fluttered open, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he met your gaze with a mixture of satisfaction and desire. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion.

Mick nodded in agreement, his arms wrapping around both of you in a warm embrace as he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. "You're both amazing," he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude.

As you snuggled into their embrace, a sense of contentment washed over you, leaving you feeling more alive and fulfilled than you had in years. Whatever the future held in store for the three of you, one thing was certain:

it was bound to be a fuck you'd never forget.

#mick jagger x reader #mick jagger fanfic #mick jagger smut #david bowie x reader #david bowie smut #david bowie fanfic #bowie x jagger #david bowie x mick jagger

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angiefool · 9 months

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hey!! Hellooooo! I made this drawing and I wanted to share it ^^

Uhum, It's never a bad time to remember that I love this ship VERY MUCH

I think the drawing it's pretty decent (｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡)

#dick bagger #david bowie #mick jagger #drawing #ziggy stardust #davick #jagger #bowie #david bowie x mick jagger #mick jagger x david bowie

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omg-hellgirl · 2 months

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9 people I’d like to get to know better

@sweetpaintedladie tagged me ✨

last song: Jumpin' Jack Flash by The Rolling Stones

favorite color: Black

currently watching: The X-files (I'm in the seventh season)

spicy/sweet/savory: Currently sweet, but normally savory

relationship status: Single forever

current obsessions: Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, All the Stones in general and their girlfriends and wives, Some Girls album, Aftermath album, David Bowie, Shalom Harlow and Amber Valletta, read biographies, just reading in general, I love reading, write fanfic of whatever I want, reaching my second fanfic with 100k.

tagging: none but I would love to known my mutuals so feel free to do so without needing to be tagged! And my DM and ask are always open, I lovee gossiping and chatting about old rockstars that I like.

#mick jagger #the rolling stones #old rockstar #keith richards #david bowie #shalom harlow #the x files #books #classic rock #writing #fanfiction

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heartbroken-fangirl · 2 years

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To Everyone Who Says Ketch is a Heartless Son of a Bitch

You can go to Hell. He loved Mick in a way you will never understand.

#arthur ketch #mick davies #mick x ketch #supernatural #david haydn jones #adam fergus #british men of letters #kendrick's academy #the code #spn season 12

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reapers-lover · 1 year

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Hi guys, I wanted to let you all know that I'm going to be writing more stuff about Mick Jagger than Jareth or David Bowie. I've recently really gotten into the Rolling Stones and so I can't think up any prompts for Jareth, because im so into Mick Jagger. If you want me to write soemthing about Jareth or David Bowie then I recommend sending me a message or requesting something. Thank you all, have a great day!!:]

#david bowie #david bowie x reader #fanfiction #jareth x reader #writers #writers on tumblr #mick jagger x reader #mick

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sharphey-cheesy-biscuit · 1 year

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ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ

#mick jagger #david bowie #david bowie fanart #the rolling stones #rolling stones fanart #rolling stones #david x mick #mick x david #david bowie x mick jagger #mick jagger x david bowie #dick bagger

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magicalcrystalsproject · 2 years

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An old Loki drawing from December 2021

At the time I liked this drawing I thought it was amazing!! Loki in this Art was inspired by the style of Nikki Sixx and Damiano David and I tried to capture some of the traits of Mick Jagger and Conner Kent in the 90's comics but it seems that only I noticed!! someone offended my drawing saying that he looks like John Lennon even though Loki was once considered a villain and committed crimes he doesn't deserve to be compared to John Lennon No human being deserves to be compared to John Lennon and Jair Bolsonaro!!🤢( At least they didn't call him Justin Bieber because that would be so much worse!!) jokes aside I just don't like these guys and I wanted to write something that sounded funny and now it looks like it was offensive!! you who are a fan of these guys forgive me! after I read Agent of Asgard and other comics (also the movies!) I have a slight impression that Loki is a punk, emo, goth, metal guy who darks Heavy Metal, Death Metal and Classic Rock and who is also super fan of Lady Gaga and Ariana Grande and dances in the mirror to Black Pink songs when no one is looking!! I need to immediately draw Loki with a plaid skirt dressed just like Arvil Lavgine but a little androgynous and masculine!! Loki is a rocker for sure the guy was emo in his teens!! I'm sure he dresses like a goth! he looks so much like Damiano David (both are so hot! Ew hot? I mean cool!) I liked DC better until I watched the Loki series last year because of a certain alligator and now I like Loki! These things happen directly to me!! does anyone read the crap I write about my art? no no kzkzkskz!! I really liked this drawing at the time and I was learning a painting technique that I don't use anymore because I think it's too simple!! my painting has evolved a lot!! I always make Loki's horn crown different from the original!! Is Loki a rebellious punk without a cause who scowls like an angry goth? who dances Britney Spears wearing a skirt when no one is looking!! I think that about Conner Kent too!! two gay punks mean hot not gay!do you notice the pansexual pride flag on Loki's Bracelet?? an acquaintance told me that I invalidate Loki because I'm heterosexual and I make him "date" my oc who is heterosexual!! that's why she's never read any of the crap i write and draw because he's totally queer in my art! he only goes with a straight girl that doesn't invalidate him at all!! yes my OC is Heterosexual because I am heterosexual and my OC is inspired by me so she is heterosexual!! Loki is more Queer in fanfics and fan art than in Marvel itself!! Conner is also queer in my "universe"marvel confirm my theory that Loki is a rebellious goth emo guy who records tik tok to Lady Gaga or wearing skirt or gothic clothes please!! he is a fan of death metal and Britney Spears for sure!! maybe this is the only "old" drawing I'll post here I just want to post current art!!HE IS GOTHIC AND HAS SEX WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND TO THE SOUND OF MÅNESKIN (AND ALSO ONE DIRECTION!)

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vole-mon-amour · 2 years

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5x18. Happy Hotch, this is not a drill. HAPPY HOTCH.

And with Cooper, hello??? That's such a nice surprise?? I miss CM:SB.

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AND Rossi knows Cooper for 20 years? Niiice!

AND Cooper's team is on the case??? I'm crying tears of joy. I miss them!! so!! much!! There should have been s2 for Cooper and his team. Also, this and the fact that I just learned there's gonna be an extra season for CM aka a reboot. I'm so happy & excited, it's ridiculous.

Mick & Prophet <3 I'm—

Aaron :_____:

Mick ;___; God, I miss him.

"A gun." Pairing him with Emily was THE greatest idea.

Pairing the Prophet with Rossi though? Even better.

#cm #long post #natiswatching #cmsb #mick x prophet #aaron hotchner #david rossi

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cannibalcoyote · 1 year

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Rockstar: Your Story(Interview)