I Always Love That Till Will Sometimes Take His Poetry And Make It Into A Full On Song. Nass, Schweiss,

I always love that Till will sometimes take his poetry and make it into a full on song. Nass, Schweiss, Was Ich Liebe, Zick Zack, all have features similar to or take from various poems he's written in year prior.

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) dir. Jim Sharman

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I went to delete my sideblog and I fucked up and deleted everything. I'm upset as fuck but i guess I'm starting with basically clean slate. I'll try and recover the fics that I may have saved on my computer or in a notebook.

Take My Hand (Kyle Spencer X Reader

So I love Matt Berry, both music wise and acting wise. So I decided to write a fic based on one of his songs. Here's the link to the song if you'd like to listen to it before, during, or after reading it.

Why'd I let my friend bring me here? I guess I thought it's be different this time, stupid I know. It was just another crowded college bar, filled with hammered frat guys. I really shouldn't have expected my friend not to get drunk and run of with some douche.

I looked down at my drink, intent on finishing it before I left, trying to ignore the incessant chattering around me.

"Hey, I'm Kyle." I heard from beside me. Sitting on the stool next me was a handsome blond guy with chocolate eyes. He was wearing a polo with his frat logo on the left side of his chest. I told him my name.

"Here with your 'brothers' I take it?"

"What gave it away, the shirt?" He chuckled. I couldn't help but smile a bit, his laugh was cute.

"Yeah that, but you have a total frat guy name."

"Wish I could disagree with you, but seeing that I live with 3 other Kyles, I really can't." We both laughed a bit. "It's pretty loud in here. There's another pub not to far from here, that rarely is very busy. Maybe we could go and talk over there, so we won't have to yell." I thought a bit.

"I literally just met you. Besides, I have to pay my tab and shit yet." I replied.

"Don't worry about your tab, the frat has one going and I can just add your drink onto it." He smiled at me, his eyes pleading with me to agree.

"Why would you do that? I don't know you and you don't know me."

"You're right. I don't know you, though I'd sure like to. Enough to let the frat pay for your drinks." I bit my lip. I knew better, hearing about all the criminal activity on the news.

"Alright, against my better judgement I'll go with you, a stranger, to some other bar." He smiled brightly.

"I promise, my aim is true." He talked to the bartender quickly before he led me out of the bar.

"Why'd you want me to go with you so bad?" I asked as we started walking. "I mean there are loads of other girls in there."

"You seemed different. I mean most of the girls I talk to in there came to get drunk and find a guy to fool around with. That's not what I want though. Everyone is boring me anymore, but you just seemed more interesting."

"Well you're lucky cause I normally ignore everyone who hits on me." I playfully bumped into him.

"So why'd you talk to me?"

"I guess something just drew me in. Plus, I started to realize that I can't find a boyfriend if you don't try, I mean, you could be the one for all I know.

"Really? We just meant and you already think I'm the one?" He asked jokingly.

"I said you COULD bb the one for all I know. I definitely didn't mean I was hearing wedding bells or some shit."

"I know I'm just fucking with you a bit. This is the place." Kyle pointed to the building by us. the sign said Ye Olde Pub. He put his hand out and I put mine on top as we went inside.

We spent hours chatting and learning about each other. I'd never connected with another person like that before. Before we knew it, the bar was closing.

"I really enjoyed hanging out with you tonight, Kyle." I told him as we stood on the sidewalk.

"So did I. We should do again sometime." He seemed to think for a minute. "Do you think I could be the one now?"

"Well, you certainly could be. I guess we'll have to wait and go out a few more times before I can know for sure. But it's looking good." He smiled. I pulled out my phone and pulled up new contact before handing it to him. "Here, put your number in and I'll text you about our next date." He quickly typed his info in and passed it back, just as a cab pulled up.

"I'll hold you to that." I nodded, saying goodbye as I got into the cab. I opened my phone and his contact info popped up. I smiled.

The name of the contact was "The One?"

No Choice: (Michael Langdon X OFC) Pt. 5

Pre-Apocalypse

It was officially my wedding day. Michael was in a different room. My dress was black with dark red lace detail. My hair was pulled back in a gorgeous style and my makeup was rather neutral. A red lace veil completed my wedding attire. My nerves were in overdrive, though I didn’t know why. I was excited to be with Michael, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready to be married already. I was still so young. I knew my destiny for years, and it was no surprise we were getting rushed, yet I somewhat didn’t want to face the truth. I knew my fate was sealed and there was no getting out of it, but I still felt an urge to run. I heard the door click behind me.

“You look stunning. I know I shouldn’t see the bride before the wedding, but Father said I should talk to you.” Michael spoke. I turned to look at him. He was in a tux with a shirt that matched my veil.

“I don’t know, I just…Do you wish you could just live your life the way you wanted without any expectations and concrete plans? There’s so much I haven’t done, and I’m so young. Yet, I’m settling down and getting married,” I looked down at the ground.

“I mean yeah, but I want to marry you even if I didn’t get a choice in a bride. Do you not want to get married? Is it something I did?”

“No Michael, I’m thrilled that I get to be yours. I guess I just wish I had more control. When I was a kid, I knew that I was going to marry you. That is my purpose to marry you and procreate. Back then, I could just be. No expectations, no fate,” I looked up at him. My eyes were watering, threatening to fuck up my eyeliner and mascara.

“I know how you feel. For now, we have to follow our guide, do what we’re told. But I promise, when the world becomes ours, you can do anything you want. I mean within reason but, you will be free again.” He used his thumbs to wipe the stray tear that rolled down my cheek. “I love you Ash.”

“I love you too. Now let’s go get married."

The wedding was perfect and our unity in Satan was sealed. We had foregone having a reception, so we just returned to our home. I had gone to the bedroom to prepare to consummate our marriage, while Michael said he needed to grab a couple things. I had slipped off the dress, making my while lingerie visible. I went over to the dresser and slipped on some thigh high stockings and garters. I was nervous, but excited. I undid my hair letting it fall loosely around my shoulders and face. I went over to put on some light pink lipstick before going back and kneeling on the bed. I heard Michael knock on the door slightly. “Can come in?”

“Of course, Mr. Langdon.” I said trying to sound somewhat seductive. I walked in with a couple glasses of wine and I heard him gulp at my appearance.

“I brought us some wine. Thought it might help relax us before we do anything.” He handed me a glass and sat on the bed beside me. I took a large sip and set it on the nightstand. Michael followed suit and looked over at me.

“So, we’re officially married now.” I spoke unsure what to say.

“Yup, you're now Mrs. Langdon.” He was stiff, and I decided it’d be best to just forget making love for tonight, as he obviously wasn’t into it. I got up and Michael looked at me questioningly. “Where are you going?”

“I was just going to get some pajamas. I mean, you don’t really seem into it tonight so we can do ‘it’ a different night. He got up and walked over to me holding my hands.

“Ash, you’ve no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this night. I’m just nervous. I’ve never done this before or anything like it. I thought I had calmed down enough but then I cam in and saw you wearing this and you looked so sexy and irresistible and I got scared.” I took my hands out of his and put them on his face.

“I’m scared too. This isn’t something I have ever done, but I want to do this. I want you to be my first and only, and I yours.” I kissed him gently and his hands found my hips, pulling me closer to him. That’s when I could feel his arousal against my leg. We part only to go back over to the bed. Michael laid me down and climbed on top of me. His lips reconnected with mine and the kiss was heated and passionate. His tongue swiped across my bottom lip, requesting access which I willingly gave.

I reached down and started undoing his shirt buttons. He got off me and stripped down to his boxers. He got back on top of me and kissed me before moving down to my neck. I let out a soft moan.

“You look absolutely amazing baby, but I think you’ll look even better without these clothes. May I?” I nodded and he unhooked my bra tossing it onto the floor. He put his hand on one of my breasts and began massaging it.

I let my hand sneak down and cup his manhood gently and he moaned against my neck. He sat up again and slipped his fingers underneath the waist band of my underwear. His eyes investigated mine, as if asking for permission. I nodded and he slipped them off. He got up and removed his own underwear. My eyes widened as I took in his size. I had no idea how it was going to fit. He knelt between my legs, lining himself up.

“Are you ready?” I nodded once more, and he started pushing into me slowly. I bit my lip at the pain of him stretching me out, and soon he was fully inside. “Just tell me when you want me to move.”

After a few moments of deep breaths, I told him he could move, and he did. The pain was quickly replaced with pleasure. Even when I was alone and touched myself, I never felt this feeling before. I felt a knot building up in my lower stomach. Soon it snapped and I felt a wave of intense pleasure wash over me. Michael finished just as I did, spilling his see into me. After a few minutes he pulled out and laid next to me.

“That was…wow.” I said breaking the silence of us catching out breaths.

“Yeah it was. It was amazing. I’m so happy I’m able to call you my wife now. I love you Mrs. Langdon.” I kissed him softly.

“I love you too, Mr. Langdon.”

Till's solo tour reminds me of Frank-n-Furter's lab from Rocky Horror. And honestly I love that.