playlists for the signs pt. 1







My Smut Playlist

The Hills by the Weeknd

Second to None by Chris Crocker

Flesh by Simon Curtis

There, there by Radiohead

Undisclosed Desires by Muse

Lying is the Most fun by Panic! at the Disco

But it’s better if you do by Panic! at the disco

Mercenery by Panic! at the Disco

Lurk by the Neighbourhood

Wires by the Neighbourhood

Ghost by Halsey

Gasoline by Halsey

Hold me Down by Halsey

Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd

Hello by Pink Floyd

Drag and Drop by Duologue

Push It by Duologue

Touch Me by the Doors

Animal by Nine Inch Nails

Hurt by Nine Inch Nails

A Broken Jar by La Dispute

Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran

I See Fire by Ed Sheeran

Nina by Ed Sheeran

Drunk by Ed Sheeran

Nine Crimes by Damien Rice

I Remember by Damien Rice

La Fille Danse by Damien Rice

Cheers Darlin’ by Damien Rice

Fuckin’ Problem by ASAP Rocky, Drake and Kendrick Lamar

On the Turning Away by Pink Floyd

Angry Johnny by Poe

Nightcall by London Grammar

Sloppy Seconds by George Watsky

Woah Woah Woah by George Watsky

Car Radio by 21 Pilots

Michigan by the Milk Carton Kids

Space Oddity by David Bowie

Where I End and You Begin by Radiohead 

Exit Music (For a Film) by Radiohead

Talk Show Host by Radiohead

Fake Plastic Trees by Radiohead

High and Dry by Radiohead

15 Step by Radiohead

How to Disappear Completely by Radiohead

I Sat by the Ocean by Queens of the Stone Age

Animals by Muse

City of Delusion by Muse

Glory Box by Portishead

We’re Not Friends


Friends - Ed Sheeran

I sniffled, wiping the tears on the corner of my eyes that were falling from the laughter. I looked at the window briefly, staring at the now dark skies. A couple of hours ago, the sun was just going down the hill and it was the beginning of an afternoon that started off as great, but turned out to be the worst in a long time. Now, those rays of sunshine were absolutely unseen.

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Little Bird

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Based on Little Bird by Ed Sheeran

Y/N= your name

Summary:Bucky finds a crying reader and lots of fluff ensues

But when I wake up, your make up is on my shoulder

And tell me if I lie down, would you stay now and let me hold you


I let out a disgruntled groan as I felt the sun on my face. How could it already be morning? As I tried moving my right arm to wipe the sleep from my eyes, I realized I couldn’t move it. Panicking, my head shot up, my hair probably sticking out in every direction. Expecting the worst, i took a deep breath before turning my head. Looking down to my shoulder, I saw the top of Y/N’s head perched there. Her eyes were closed, long lashes resting delicately on her cheeks. My sigh of relief was followed by a smile as I gazed at her. 

–The night before–

I came into the living room to find her silently crying on the couch, the large screen television across from her paused on an image of what looked like a house with balloons tied to the top of it. What the hell? She quickly wiped her tears, trying to remove any evidence of emotion. I sat down beside her, careful not to startle her. My presence seemed to relax her. No words were spoken as she scooted closer to me, resting her bowl of popcorn on my lap and reaching for the remote she’d set on the coffee table. I stretched my right arm across the back of the back of the couch behind her, not wanting to push my boundaries. 

–Present time–

Little flecks of black makeup had stained the shoulder of my white T-shirt, but I didn’t mind. I didn’t want to move, but I knew the others would be awake soon. I didn’t want Y/N to have to face their teasing so I gently moved from under her. I froze when she began to stir, throwing an arm across my torso and giving me a light squeeze. “Stay,” she whispered, snuggling her face further into my shoulder.

But if I kiss you will your mouth read this truth,
Darling how I miss you, strawberries taste how lips do,
And it’s not complete yet, mustn’t get our feet wet,
‘Cause that leads to regret, diving in too soon,
And I’ll owe it all to you, oh, my little bird,
My little bird.

I smiled at the simple action, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest. In that moment, I realized that there was no place I would rather be. I would give anything to keep this woman sleeping in my arms safe. I gazed back down at her face against my shoulder. Her lips were slightly parted and it took all of my control not to kiss her. But I would take this slow. I would let her choose, set her own pace. I would never rush her into anything, and if she decided to give a damaged man like me a chance, I would not hesitate to love her with everything I have. 

Music Tag

I was tagged to do the music tag! Hit shuffle on your music device and put the first 10 songs! (No skipping!) and tag 10 people!

1. Love The Way You Lie -Colton Dixon

2. Rap God -Eminem

3. Lost Boy -5SOS

4. Brave, Honest, Beautiful -Fifth Harmony

5. These Days -Rascal Flatts 

6. Fall -Justin Bieber

7. Rockin’ Robin -Michael Jackson

8. Ronon -Taylor Swift

9. Bang Bang -Jessie  J, Ariana Grande, Nicki Minaj

10. Sunburn -Ed Sheeran

I tag mgcsex, lukey, gaskashton, forevercursedx, inferencing, irwincasualty, calumslisp, lastingtruth, irwah, & any of you that want to do it (tag me! <3)
White Sheets in the Morning Sun - agentmoppet - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Written for @lifessor in response to your excellent prompt. It’s a little different to how I thought it would be, but I hope you like it all the same.

Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years when he suddenly appears on stage in Hogsmeade’s newest cafe. Harry is mesmerised, wanting to know where and how the boy who made all the wrong choices learned to sing like that, and for the first time, he feels something more than the vague fog of nothingness.

12274 words


Snarky!Draco, Depressed!Harry, Depression, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Therapy, Art therapy, Dance Therapy, Music therapy, Therapy journeys for both of them basically, Musician!Draco, Singer!Draco, Singing Ed Sheeran

I had been wanting to write something that explored Harry’s undoubted depression/PTSD after the war. This is what came out.