#musical interlude

[celticstudies]

ever since i got to ireland instagram has kept showing me ads for concertinas

[quiethealer]

Shatters: Episode 97

ladies and gentlemen, catthew sweet

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ok so this is a silly little angsty musical interlude i wanted to do because i have the mindset of a thirteen-year-old.

also i thought that 'everybody hurts' might have been a little too on the nose.

anyway. next time: action!

[trekkiesagainstchastity]

Stop! Hammer Time!

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Follower of Eugène Devéria (French, 1805-1865) Interlude musical, n.d.

[friskykittyunleashed]

[sukea69]

🎶 Thank you

I'll say goodbye soon

Though it's the end of the world

Don't blame yourself, now 🎶

[ultimateluckystudent-writes]

Musical Interlude

Reserve Course Part 2.5

Summary: A quick drabble between Reserve Course!Reader and Nagito. The two bond over a shared interest in a song. Some fluff that didn't fit into part three.

Rating: Mature

Tags/Themes: Nagito Komaeda/Reader, Tentative Fluff, Two Geeks Dissecting a Song, Enemies to Lovers, Reserve Course!Reader, Mentions of Vaginal Sex, No Gendered Pronouns for Reader, Second Person POV

A/N: I know they're in Japan, but I couldn't resist writing in an English song, so sue me. Listen to Lonely Day by System of a Down here.

READ ON AO3 HERE (COMING SOON)

“Finally, a song I recognize.”

“What?” You had trouble registering the words as Nagito’s cock slid out of you. You didn’t move from your position on all fours as he stood up to grab a towel. He always scolded you if you did.

“Your playlist. I never recognize any of the music.” He didn’t bother pulling on his underwear as he swiped a clean grey towel ready on his desk. You had honestly tuned the music out, carried away by the other activities happening. You were just in time for the drums and guitar to kick in full force.

“Oh. Hah. I… actually meant to add this song to a different playlist.” You admitted, abashed at the somber, crooning tone of the song. You took the towel and wiped yourself up, attempting to chuck it into his laundry hamper. It landed hanging over the edge. You hoped he didn’t notice. He hated it when you threw the cum-filled towel across the room. You told him the same thing every time. “Hey, it’s your cum.”

“It’s better than what you usually bring me.” He snorted. He shot you a glare, unrelated to the conversation. So he had noticed. Your embarrassment only grew. “Your terrible pop music.” He waved a hand in the air like he could shoo the bad music away as he laid down next to you on the bed, nudging you over.

“What? I put that on because that’s what everybody likes! That’s not all I listen to.” You objected. “It’s not my fault you’re too- too what? Emo or pretentious? To listen to it.” You didn’t expect him to chuckle. You turned to look at him. His hands were under his head. His hair spilled over his wrists and face, wild, fluffy, curly. You rarely got to see him so relaxed. He almost seemed like… a person, instead of the abrasive jerk you knew Komaeda Nagito as.

“I’ve never been called ‘emo’ before.”

“Not to your face.” He glanced back and caught your unguarded smile. It was clear he wasn’t expecting that, because you caught his: crooked and soft. You fixed your eyes back on the ceiling. “That’s what it is, after all. It’s a sad song.”

“Sad?” He scoffed, turning to you and propping himself up on his elbow. “No, no, it’s romantic. Do they not teach you analysis over there?”

“First of all, they teach us a lot more than they teach you assholes-”

“That’s because they have to-”

“Second of all, what the hell are you talking about?” You carded your hands through the hair around his shoulders, twirling the ends around your fingertips as you listened. “Dude’s talking about how lonely he is. The whole time. Unarguable. The most loneliest day of my life.” You sang pointedly with the song.

“Yes, and through that loneliness, he describes who he longs for the most. It’s… sweet.” He traced his fingers up and down your side absentmindedly. You both listened into the lyrics carefully and sang along, considering them.

“And if you go, I wanna go with you. And if you die, I wanna die with you.” Nagito’s voice was gentle and crooning as you’d seen him be towards the Ultimates. You peered up at him while he was distracted. His long white eyelashes almost brushed his cheeks as he looked down at you. His small, pink lips you’d come to really find quite adorable formed the words. Take your hand and walk away.” You’d forgotten you were singing along, too, until he met your eye. You expected criticism, but he didn’t say anything of the sort. He seemed particularly moved by the song. His own hand came up to take yours from his hair and hold it while he laid back down. He laced his fingers within yours, holding them between your chests as you faced each other. Well, as you faced his chest, and he tucked your head under his chin.

You were thankful for the music, thankful for the proximity. You don’t know what you would have done if you could have heard either of your heartbeats or had to look back into his eyes. You’d already stayed in his bed much longer than usual after the two of you finished.

“Such a lonely day, and it’s mine. It’s a day I’m glad I survived.” He hummed to himself idly. You’d never admit it, but he had a beautiful voice. You weren’t expecting it at all.

“See? It’s, um, kind of intense.” You murmured as it reached an instrumental part of the song. “But… I see what you mean.”

“Loneliness and romance can both be intense.” He said quietly, conceding. He ran his thumb over yours as the song wrapped up, coming to the end of your playlist. With the last discordant note, it went silent. You waited for Nagito to say something, to finally push you out of bed. He didn’t.

[lostthehat]

I come to you with the very important news that the Devil in the Shortwave remaster is now on bandcamp AND it’s a name your price day. 🐐 🙏 it’s a good day to get yourself some good music