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grippingbeskar · 2 years

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a little banged up

steven grant x fem!reader

word count: 5.6k

warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (oral m and f recieving, mxf sexual intercourse, tiny dom behaviour from reader if u squint okay and maybe like voyerism? idk what to call it NOT REALLY BUT JUST STAY SAFE OKAY) swearing, mentions of blood, description of wounds

a/n: heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy okay this has no plot like i said, i tried my best i just luv him okay! i also love you! goodbye!

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“Steven! Come on, I know you’re in there!” You bang on your neighbours’ door for the fourth time today, and with each passing moment of silence, the dread in the pit of your stomach grows a little heavier. You keep pounding your fist on the door though, hoping he’s just still asleep.

You and Steven have been living across from each other for a couple of months now, and ever since you moved in you couldn’t help but be completely intrigued by him. He was definitely a little.. different, to say the least, but he was always sweet to you, opening a door or bringing a coffee by your place if he left early, and it only drew you to him more. It got to the point where every day when you passed in the corridor on the way to work, or got caught in the elevator together on the way home, he never failed to make you smile.

Which is why when his boss had called you asking if you knew where he was, you were a little too happy to cross the hallway and knock on his door. You weren’t sure exactly how his boss, Donna, had gotten your number, something about your number being scribbled on his notebooks at work, but she had seemed a little more worried than her typical angry tone. She told you how she hadn’t seen him in days, and no one could reach him.

Αs soon as you hung up, you realised you also hadn’t seen Steven in a while, your usual chats in the hallway dwindling in the past few days, and you hadn’t even heard him open his door. You were fairly preceptive of his schedule, both of you leaving and arriving around the same time, and it was also due to your not so tiny crush on him that you paid extra attention.

“Steven! Is everything okay?” You stopped knocking and pressed your ear to the door. You hadn’t ever been inside his apartment, but it was probably a similar layout to yours, so why was your heart beating so fast when your hand found the door handle?

You were worried, that must be it. You hadn’t turned the handle, assuming it was locked, but you still thought to announce yourself.

“O-Okay. I’m gonna try to come in.”

Your eyes widen when the door easily swings open, and you quickly shut it behind you. Holy shit. You were in his apartment. It wasn’t exactly how you had pictured the moment, more specifically in your mind he would have invited you in after a perfect first date, maybe kiss you sweetly as he made you a cup of tea. But here you were, alone, standing in a giant pile of books and trinkets strewn on the floor.

“Steven?” You call out again, and allow yourself to take in the rest of his place. It was organised chaos, stacks of books so high you were surprised they could stay up, and a mix of random items, dishes and clothes thrown wildly in piles. You take a couple steps, extending your neck to look around to where you know his bathroom is. The curtain to the shower is closed, but no one seems to be in there, and you figured if he was in there he would have said something - or fallen over in a rush and alerted you, knowing Steven. The bed in front of you is a mess, blankets heaped up in a corner, but that isn’t what stops you in your tracks.

Was it sand? You lean down to touch it, and it was definitely something like that, the fine grains falling through your fingers as you squat down to look at it closer. Watching it fall, you see the two foot prints facing the door imprinted in the circle that surrounds his bed frame.

You push yourself up and stand, looking further into the apartment. At this point you were almost positive he wasn’t here, unless he was hiding in the floor, but your curiosity was getting the better of you. Walking over to his desk, you can see the open book under the light of the lamp, and skimming it you see a couple of names of Egyptian Gods you recognise from conversations with Steven. He got so excited when you showed even the slightest interest, so you paid as much attention as you could every time he spoke, even though all you could think about was leaning just a little bit closer -

You freeze when you hear a loud thump coming from the bathroom. You checked there, didn’t you? The curtains were closed, but Steven would have heard you if he was in there, right? Unless something has happened. Oh god, you didn’t even think he might be hurt, you just assumed he was out, or forgot about work or something.

“Steven? Is that you?” A groan echos into the main apartment, and you move fast, sliding into the bathroom and ripping the curtain back, gasping at the sight of him. “Oh my god! Are- what happened?”

His head flops back, hitting the tiled wall making him groan again, and you drop to your knees and slip your hand behind him to soften the blow. It seems like it takes him a minute to recognise you, or even realise where he was, but he smiles a half smile and says your name when his eyes find yours.

“Got m’self into a bit of a spot, ‘aven’t I?” His accent was thick and a little slurred, and you were worried he might have a concussion, the small cut on his head leaking trace amounts of now dry blood. “What ‘ave I done now?”

“I’m not sure. Looks like you hit your head?” Your fingers come up to lightly brush over the cut on his head, and he sucks in a breath, eyes fluttering closed. You don’t know how you hadn’t noticed he wasn’t wearing a shirt, but its as his muscles flex when you let your fingers ghost the side of his face that you physically have to tear your eyes away form ogling him.

“I don’t rem - were we together? Did we-”

“No! No, I just - your boss called me - a few times, actually. Asked where you were, yelled a bit. The usual, but I was worried. I haven’t seen you in a while, Steven. Are you alright?” You let your eyes scan his face, and you can see the usual bags under his eyes have gotten a bit deeper, and his hair is all messed up. He was also wearing extremely tight jeans, which you definitely would have noticed if he had worn them before.

“I’ve had a real bad go of lately. Donna’s gonna have my head.” He sighs, and you feel the air leave his mouth under your hands, which you still have wrapped around his face.

“Don’t worry about that right now. Let’s get you out of the tub first, yeah?” He smiles a little and leans into your hand before pushing himself up using the edge. “You okay?”

“Brilliant really.” His tone is light and he doesn’t sway or get light headed when he stands, so maybe he just fell asleep. That doesn’t really explain the cut, though. One problem at a time. “I am really sorry about Donna, she’s not always everyones cup of tea.”

“It’s fine. Really. I’m just glad you’re okay.” He steps out of the tub and your hands go out to help him. As soon as you connect, his head comes up and your eyes meet, and for a second you think he might pass out again. His eyes lose focus and he has a hint of a smile on his face as he stares as you. “Steven?”

“Oh! I- um. How did you get in here?” Your eyes widen a bit at the fact you have to admit you kind of broke in. “Sorry! That was completely rude. Thanks for all this. I promise it’s not as strange as it looks. I don’t think.” You laugh as he loses his thoughts staring at you again.

“You left the door open. I knocked for a while, but like I said, I was kinda worried! Missed our little chats in the elevator so I though I would come check on you.” You smile and walk with him into the apartment, heading towards the closest chair, letting him sit down and watching how his muscles strain in those damn jeans. You need to get a hold of yourself, but seriously, where did they come from?

“I saw you this mornin’, didn’t I? I always remember seein’ you.” He sits forward, looking up at you from the chair as you step closer.

“I haven’t seen you in 2 days, Steven. I think you might have a concussion. We should probably take you to the hospital.” He flinches and looks in the mirror to his right. He seems a little more out of it than usual. Sure, Steven has this adorable confusion about him in general, but this seems like something a little more. You hear him mumble something while staring at his reflection, and he shakes his head.

“S’ alright. I can - just need to stay awake, yeah? Tea? Do you want tea?” He stands up but you dont step back, and he freezes his movement when he feels your hands come up to rest on his bare chest.

“You need to relax. I don’t know what’s happened, but you need to just sit and take a beat. I’ll make some tea, and we can figure it out together, okay?” His lips part slightly and you can feel his heart slamming under your hand, a searing heat of excitement rushing through you at the thought of having any kind of effect on him. He blinks at you a couple times, then just nods and lets you push him back down on the couch.

You move through the kitchen swiftly, Steven funnily keeping a lot of things in the same places you do, with your identical layout you get two cups of tea ready in no time. Bringing one to him he is still staring at you, almost in a trance as he takes the cup and watches you walk into the bathroom. You open up a cupboard and find the first aid kit, bringing it back out and placing it on the arm rest.

“Oh days, you really don’t have to do that. I’ll clean myself up in a bit I-”

“It’s fine. I want to help.” Your hand comes under his chin and he looks up at you, face relaxing into the dopey smile you recognise from your meetings in the hallway. “May I?”

You gesture to his lap and he nods eagerly, quickly placing the cup of tea next to yours on the table and shuffling back into the chair. He lifts his hands on to the arm rests, and you smile at how adorable he looks, so unsure of how to handle the situation. You want to take it slow, not completely sure where his head is at, and you aren’t expecting anything from this, you just want to help him; to be close to him, whatever that meant.

You sit down and hear him suck in a small breath when you drop your weight. He was deceivingly muscular, legs easily supporting you, and the abs you could now see from a taller angle were defined underneath tanned skin. You reach across and pull out a small gauze and some wound cleaner, dabbing a bit on.

“This might sting a little, okay?” He nods and squeezes his eyes shut, and you resist the urge to lean down and kiss him, his face screwing up in preparation. You make quick work of it, cleaning away the dried blood and gently cleaning the actual wound, which is a little deeper than you thought. Throwing the gauze on to the table you find some steri-strips and bandage it as best you can, trying to sooth Steven as he twitches underneath you when you touch a sensitive spot.

“Ouch. T’s a bit stingy.” He breaths and you laugh.

“Sorry about that. It’s actually a little worse than I thought.”

“So whats the diagnosis, Doc? Will I make it out with my head?” You giggle, and the arm behind you moves closer, you can feel the ghost of its touch on your lower back, and it sends shivers up your spine. With his attitude seemingly a little better and his eyes focusing in more, losing that hazy glow from before, you think he’s just overwhelmed. So no concussion, which meant that the way he was looking at you wasn’t from a head injury, but a genuine gaze. You bit your lip to ground yourself before you spoke.

“Nope. This is the end. You had a good run.” He sighs, and you put the first aid kit on the table, your hand unable to resist the temptation to rest on his chest. You can see him tense each muscle as your fingers touch them, his breathing stammered.

“Not a terrible way to go, then.” He looks up at you, and you lean your face toward his, feeling his breath on your face.

“Are you feeling any better?” You let your hand run lower, pressing your forehead to his as your hand stops on the belt wrapped around his jeans. He nods rapidly, and you smile at him, looking up through your lashes. “Missed you around here.”

“I’m sorry! I’ll - I don’t want to go anywhere, I swear. Sometimes I just - lose track of time.” You giggle again, seeing how flustered he is just under your touch. You hope he can tell you are feeling the same nerves, although you might be better at hiding it than he is.

You have always had a crush on him, ever since your first little interaction, and it soon became the best part of your day, seeing him around the building. You take in a deep breath and close your eyes as the silence hangs in the air. You drag your free hand up to the back of his neck.

“Is this okay?” You ask and you can hear him swallow.

“Y-yes. Anything you do is okay, very much so.” His eyes are wide but he keeps his fore head pressed to yours, arching his back a little so he presses closer to you.

“Can I kiss you?” His eyes squeeze shut just for a second before he answers.

“God, yes. Please.” You are smiling when you press your lips to his, and he responds instantly, the soft feeling of him moving against you sends shockwaves through your body. He was as sweet as you pictured, and you took whatever he gave you, kissing him slowly and letting his hands come up to hold your face to his, using your own to tangle in his hair.

You swipe your tongue on his bottom lip, asking for permission and he opens for you, ever the pleaser. He fits so perfectly against you, and you wonder how you could ever stand to kiss someone else when he was right there, just across the hall.

One of his hands drops from your face and finds your hip, tugging and pulling to bring you closer. You take the hint, thankfully the chair was big enough that you could fit both of your legs on either side of his so you were straddling him much closer that before. You move your hips to get comfortable, and his grip on you tightens when you hear him moan in your mouth.

“Darling, sh-should I-”

“Shh. Just relax. Let me take care of you.” His mouth is open and a strangled sound comes out as you grind against him, and he tries to say your name but you just kiss him again. His arm wraps around your back and holds you as tight as he can, and you can feel the familiar static feeling in your stomach every time you move your hips against him, arousal building by the second.

“This feel good, Steven?”

“Yes, y-yes, yes, ye.. God.” He’s losing composure by the second and it’s the single hottest thing you have ever seen. His eyebrows are furrowed together, and every time you move your hips his eyes open on instinct, only to close again when he feels your lips connect with him.

You want to see every tiny reaction, hear every noise he makes, and every time he says your name it only fuels your fire, so when you slide off of him you aren’t surprised when his eyes shoot open. A flash of disappointment washes over his features, only to be replaced by curiosity as he sees you on your knees in front of him.

“What’s wr- oh. Oh god.” You waste no time in slipping those fucking jeans down and taking him into your mouth, him already being painfully hard just from you sitting on top of him.

You gently suck on the tip of him, letting your tongue swirl around him while you stare at Steven, not wanting to miss a single second of how he looks at you. You take your mouth off him and make sure your looking him in the eye as you spit down his length, one hand coming up to stroke him gently, and his entire body shudders in the chair.

“You taste so good, Steven.” You can see he’s trying to say something, but all that comes out is strained gasps and moans as you take him back into your mouth.

You feel him hitting the back of your throat and your eyes roll back at the knowledge of him being so deep. Your hand twists gently around the part you can’t take into your mouth and you set a slow pace, wanting to draw out his pleasure for as long as possible.

“Sh-Shitshitshitsh- aaah! Feels i-incredible I-“ he manages and you take him out of your mouth, running your tongue from his base to swirl around the tip again.

“Relax. You can come whenever you want.” You go to put your mouth on him again, but the hand that tangled in your hair pulls you, a light tug stopping your intended direction.

“Wait! I want- want to…” His hand comes around to cup your face and bring you back up to him, your hands falling to the side and pushing off the floor. When you reach him, he kisses you softly on the mouth.

“Want to what? Tell me.” You whisper in his ear, and you swear you can hear him whimper, the pooling arousal between your legs only gaining momentum. You drop one of your hands between you to stroke him slowly.

“Can’t th-think when you do that-t.” He stutters out, eyes closing again and you kiss along his neck as his head falls back.

“C’mon, you can tell me.” You feel his hard swallow against your lips and you smile, loving that you have him this out of it so quickly. You never imagined how good he would look doing it, though, and if he doesn’t touch you soon you think all the build up might cause you to explode. “Hmm?”

“I don’t want this to end. Not yet.” He splurges out, the sentence coming out so fast you only just make out the words. Your face comes up in front of him and he instantly takes the chance to kiss you again, both of his arms wrapping around your back, holding you.

“It’s okay, really. I’m not going anywher-“ you don’t get the chance to finish because he kisses you again and in one motion you are in the air, hearing his belt and jeans hit the floor. His arms come underneath both of your legs to wrap around him as he moves you. Your eyes are closed until you jolt forward a little, nearly slipping out of Stevens grasp as he trips trying to step out of his pants. You laugh into him and he drags his lips away to shake the last clinging bit of denim off.

“Bollocks. Stupid bloody things.” Finally he steps out and you can feel him smiling underneath your mouth.

“I like them.” You whisper and you feel the muscles in his neck tighten under your hand.

“Oh! I’ll- i’ll keep them around then, maybe?” His voice goes up an octave as he walks with you, tilting his head as he searches your eyes for approval. You just smile and kiss him again, both of you falling backwards onto the bed.

You only look down for a second to admire him, completely naked and crawling on top of you, but you can’t resist finding his eyes as he trails his hands down your torso, stopping at the hem of your shirt.

“Can I?” You nod as he starts to pull the fabric up and over your head, goosebumps following his touch as your skin is exposed to the cool air. You shiver, but it’s not the cold that makes you react, it’s Stevens hands, explorative and curious as they smooth over you, wandering back down your stomach and under your back as you arch into his touch.

He looks up at you for approval as he bows his head, curls tickling your chest as he kisses you there. You just say his name and thread your fingers through his hair, careful not to pull too hard. He goes slow, and you would think he was teasing if he wasn’t Steven. You know him, though. You know he is just taking his time, wanting to enjoy every part of you he can.

He hooks his fingers into your pants, pulling them down with your underwear. Suddenly you feel a little insecure, and you try to cross your legs over, hiding yourself as much as you can. Stevens hands come to your hips, kissing each one before sliding off the end of the bed, dragging you down to the edge by the backs of your knees.

“Is something wrong? We can stop I- are you okay?” He is noticing how you are bent at a weird angle, trying to hide how very exposed you are to him.

“No! Please don’t stop. I’m just, ah, it’s been a while. Nervous, I guess.” You try to smile. You want this, god do you want him to, but it’s just been so long since someone has done, well, that that you can’t help but be a little insecure. Especially when it’s Steven between your legs, all perfect and hard and beautiful.

“You are bloody gorgeous.” He says, and his eyes are kind of glazed over as they scan your body, chest heaving under his watch. “I’ll do whatever you want to do. Just tell me, okay?”

He moves his face away slightly, not wanting to make you uncomfortable but you instantly miss the heat of his breath on your skin. You shake your head and pull a little on his hair, making a sound similar to the ones he was making earlier although higher pitched and maybe a little more desperate.

He slides his hands down your thighs, and gently pushes them open, trailing kisses along the inside. You open yourself further to him and he takes the encouragement, shifting his weight to get comfortable before his tongue finally meets your centre.

He starts slow, looking straight into your eyes as you gasp his name. It’s like he’s reading your mind, moving at exactly the right pace to make you comfortable, but also building that same pressure from earlier, sparks shooting up your body. You shiver again and his hands keep rubbing soothing circles on your thighs.

“Is this okay? Please say it’s okay.” The vibration of his words only increases the warmth spreading across your cheeks. Your eyes flutter closed and you let your head drop back, allowing yourself to enjoy every second of him.

“God, yes Steven. Feels so g-good.” You can feel his smile, and he moans into your core as he quickens the pace. When he adds a finger, curling it inside of you, you see stars, and you cry out and arch your back. “Fuck!”

“So pretty. So, so pretty.” He murmurs into you, his accent coming through strong as he strings together compliments, and he takes your most sensitive spot into his mouth, the pressure effecting your entire being.

Everything feels light and warm, and you swear you start floating as Steven adds another finger inside of you, easily hitting that spot. You know your so close, your orgasm making you start to twitch. Steven slides his free hand across your stomach and holds you down, preparing to fuck you with his fingers and tongue no matter how much you squirm.

His strength surprises you and you sneak a look at his arm, muscles flexing as he easily holds you in place. You can only look up for a second, and you see Steven looking right at you, and the sight is the last thing you need.

You come, harder than you expected, white hot pleasure making your toes curl and your stomach flex. His name is the only thing you can say, the only thing you can think of, so you shout it into the quiet of the apartment, and you feel Steven moans with you, never ceasing his perfect movements.

As your mind floats back into your body you feel the loss of his mouth, and you go to pout when he surprises you again, already having climbed back on top of you. He kisses you harder, more needy. You can feel his hard length against your thigh, and knowing it’s just for you takes all that relief from your orgasm and spins it into need, and you whine into his mouth.

“Want you to fuck me, Steven. Please.” His forehead presses against your own, and he sounds like he’s struggling to breathe, eyes finding yours through his lashes.

“God, yes - I mean yeah- yes okay. Fuck.” His eyes are blinking rapidly and he looks down between you, letting out a desperate sound just at the sight of you both, naked and as desperate for him and he is for you. Your hands come behind him, one drawing lines up and down his back and the other pulling the back of his neck down to kiss him.

You feel him line himself up with you, running the tip through your folds just once, both of you keening at the feeling of one another. He keeps kissing you, tongues and teeth clashing as he slides into you. You hear him sigh, and your nails dig into his back as he rocks inside of you.

“You feel- Jesus, incredible darling. Is this good?”

“Mm. More. Please.” He laughs into the crook of your neck and it makes you feel warm and fuzzy to think you made him laugh even now.

“Yeah? Okay. Okay, whatever you want.” He speeds up, hitting you harder and faster, his hidden strength evident in how hard he was slamming into you. Both of your moans are echoing in the apartment, which is why your so surprised when you hear a ringing in your ear.

It takes you a second to realise it’s a phone, and the sound is coming from the pillow under your head. You reach up and pull it out, recognising the name flashing across the screen.

“You gonna get it?” You whisper and it’s obvious Steven hasn’t noticed it, his eyes closed and completely focused on you. You bring your hand to his chin and make him look up at you.

“Huh? S’ fine. Forget about it.” He shakes his head against yours, and you stop meeting his thrusts, an idea clouding your pleasure for just a second.

“Sit up.” The phone keeps vibrating in your hand, but he does what you say, blissed out and under your control. He slides out of you and moves up, leaning his back on the backboard of the bed. His hands never leave you, sliding up to your hips as he comes up next to you. You keep the phone in one hand and straddle him, already missing the feeling of him inside you.

“Oh god. Oh whoahhh-“ he moans as you sink onto him and his head falls onto your chest. You nearly completely forget what you were doing, but when the phone starts vibrating again, his hands tighten on your hips.

“Sh-she won’t stop calling ‘till you answer.” His eyes widen, and he begins to shake his head, but you push yourself up and drop back down on him, and he actually whimpers before sliding one hand up your forearm, fingers fiddling with the phone. “Play a game with me, Steven.”

“I-You want me to…” You look at the phone in his hand and he nods, looking up at you to make sure it’s what you want. You kiss him, smiling a little at how easy that was, and he looks down at the name, eyes rolling and head falling back, half in annoyance and the other in pleasure as you roll your hips again.

“Answer, and if you can keep quiet about where you are, I’ll let you come inside me.” You lean next to his ear to whisper the last part, it feeling so dirty that you can’t look him in the eye. He shudders underneath you as you continue to roll your hips, and he just keeps nodding over and over, pleasure completely taking over his mind.

“H-hello.” His voice cracks as he brings the phone to his ear, and he looks up at you and bites his lip. “No I- I know. Yes, she found me.” You assume that is you by the way he smiles a little, eyes drifting to where you sink down on his cock, and the hand you put on his face muffles a small moan that comes from him

“An accident - yeah. That’s it. No, just a little-“ you drop down on him again and he lurches forward, chests pressing together. Your second orgasm is building so fast, and when Steven drops his free hand to circle your clit, it’s you who has to cover your mouth. “A little banged up at the moment.”

Amongst the overwhelming feeling of pleasure building under your skin, you can’t help but laugh at his ironic response. A lazy smile is mirrored on his face, and when you roll your hips again he’s seemingly had enough.

“Okayyepgottagobye.” He rushes out and clicks the receiver, throwing the phone into the wall next to you.

“Steven!” You laugh and he kisses you, both arms wrapping around you and he finally starts to fuck up into you, your body shattering under every thrust.

“How’d I do, darling?” He croaks in your ear and you struggle to get a breath in between your moans.

“So good. So good.” He fucks you harder, holding you and moving you up and down so that even though you are on top, he’s doing all the work. He hits you deeper every time, and you know you can’t last much longer. “God, Steven! Please cum inside me. Oh shit please, please…”

“Fuckin’ hell. C-c-“ Whatever he was going to say is lost when he feels you tighten around him, cumming for him for the second time today. Your body is on fire, every fibre of your being absorbed in the feeling of him, the smell of him, of just him.

You feel him go with you just seconds after, his thrusts starting to falter as he looses himself in pleasure. You open your eyes so you can watch him fall apart underneath you, everything about him making your heart flutter.

Your breath was uneven and you could feel Stevens was the same, and he held you close against him. He was kissing your shoulder as you folded your body over him, and he gently shimmied you both down, sliding out of you and pulling you against him as you both laid down on his bed.

“Are you okay?” You ask, face dangerously close to his, and he just leans forward and kisses your nose, making you blush.

“Never felt bloody better. Practically a new man.” He cuddles you close, your legs intertwining. As you shift, you hear a rattle at the end of the bed, and your eyes catch on the chains, leading to a small cuff. Was that…

“Oh god. It’s really not what it looks like. I swear it’s not a-“ his voice drops an octave and he whispers, even though it was just the two of you”- a sex thing.”

You burst out laughing at how red his cheeks go, and he just buries his face into the covers, your hand coming up to hold his face against yours.

“I wouldn’t really mind if they were.” He swallows hard and you can’t stop laughing, kissing him through gasps.

“I sleepwalk, you see. I know it’s a bit left field, but swears it’s a- ah. Wait, what?”

“Nothing at all. Sleep. You need it.” You see his eyebrows furrow, but you just nuzzle into him, his strong arms keeping you snug against his chest.

“Alright. Sleep. I can try, I guess.” He curls up, making it impossible to tell where you start and he ends, and you drift off to the sound of his heart beating in time with your own.

When you wake, Steven hasn’t moved an inch, and you don’t want him to , so you just watch how peaceful he looks, all relaxed and sleepy. You think about how many times you had imagined this, and you hate that you wasted so much time sleeping alone when he was just across the hall.

As much as you loved your chats in the elevator, his little stories and how his eyes lit up when he spoke; the way he looked underneath you will forever be etched into your brain, and even though your apartments were identical, there was never a place you felt more at home than here.

Tangled in his arms.

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Doctor Who, but Chronologically 21

WELL SWEET CHRIST ON WHEELS THIS ONE HAD A LOT OF PLOT

Okay, so, it’s 1892, and the episode is Angry Snow The Snowmen, and FUCK ME SIDEWAYS.

First off, it’s a Christmas episode. I usually find Christmas episodes of everything to be nauseating and tedious, but I’ll be honest, I did actually enjoy this one. But all the more so because it’s an origin story - for Clara!

Now, we all recall Clara - so far, she has been tied for first place with Donna in the Best Companion Rankings, with Rose a worthy third, because of her ability to make Peter Capaldi actually do something for once in his miserable life and help someone other than himself. Also, while it’s true that her personality is mostly in the performance rather than the writing, Jenna Coleman is indeed a charismatic actor, so Clara is a heady mix of fun, hyper-competent, no-nonsense, and also sizzlingly hot (be still my stupid bisexual heart). She is excellent, and also specifically the companion of Peter Capaldi. That’s it. No other versions of the Doctor.

So IMAGINE the surprise of seeing her here, as a Victorian governess-cum-barmaid (although the double life is never actually explained or even hinted at), meeting the Doctor for the first time - PLAYED BY MATT SMITH. Zomg! A different Doctor! And I never would have guessed she was a Victorian, what a fun twist.

Except she’s not.

So, this is an episode about furious snow that wants to be an army of ice warriors (not Ice Warriors) because Richard E Grant told it to, or something. This will kill all humans. The Doctor meanwhile lives on a cloud now, accessed via a spiral staircase, which... is also never explained at any point. He is bitter about the world and in hiding and doesn’t want to help anyone. Perhaps this is all Clara ever does. Convinces a tedious misanthrope to stop being a lil bitch. God, she deserved to have Tennant as her Doctor. Just a little. Just a little fun travel, as a treat.

Anyway the Doctor is grumping about proclaiming that he needs no one and has no friends, while nonetheless chilling in the Victorian era with not one or two but three friends. They are a fun bunch - one is a lizard woman, one is her wife played by Catrin Stewart putting on a very good Cockney accent that means she’ll probably get to survive the episode, in spite of this show’s track record of killing off Welsh people, and one is, of all things, a comedy Sontaran called Strax. In actual fact I should point out that Strax is Welsh, as are all Sontarans in New Who, which is exciting, because it’s the only way we *do* get to survive. Strax has been repurposed as a medical professional and/or butler - he gets to have lines like “Try not to worry (derogatory)”.

But weirdly there’s a whole BLOCK of plot we haven’t seen yet with him. The Doctor tells Clara that Strax died because a friend killed him, but another friend brought him back. The lizard woman tells Clara that the Doctor is alone because he lost some people who were close to him, which is not the first time we’ve heard something like that. The furious snow turns out to be the Great Intelligence, except I know that one, shout out to the Web of Fear! Luv me some Troughton. I chose to believe that Matt Smith doesn’t remember it properly because the episodes were still missing at that point.

The other thing that happens a lot in this story is people suddenly springing “tests” on Clara when she’s busy trying to save the world. She does very well in all of them, but really, it’s a wonder she doesn’t lamp someone in the face with a furious snowman. Also, there’s a moment where the Doctor smirks at a mirror and says “Bow ties are cool,” and we know that one too - he said it in the last episode we just watched to Bill Nighy while talking about Vincent van Gogh.

ANYWAY, then the Doctor realises she’s great (correct) and tries to give her a TARDIS key, which you would think is her jumping on point BUT NO because she promptly dies. So, uh. That’s weird.

Her last words to him, though, are “Run. Run, you clever boy, and remember.”

And the Doctor suddenly goes WHAT THE FUCK WHOMST????!!!?

Then we see her funeral. “I never knew her full name!” the Doctor cries. “It’s Clara Oswin Oswald!” which, uh... wow, yeah, I see why she kept that one quiet, like.

And then we suddenly get a bunch of flashbacks to shit we haven’t seen featuring Clara, saying the same words, and the Doctor says he never saw her face with the Daleks, and that she was Souffle Girl, and that she died last time, too, and then he runs off into the TARDIS to try and find her.

So this is NOT her jumping on point, but it also isn’t even the first time he’s met her, and obviously it’s not the first time we’ve met her either except we’d seen her with Peter Capaldi because of this very sensible and normal watch order, so... we still haven’t seen either Clara’s origin story OR her jumping on point.

What the fuck.

Final shout out to Him From Silent Witness who plays Clara’s employer, who at no point has anything actually explained to him but nonetheless manages not to punch anyone in the face with a butter sock.

LET’S UPDATE THE PLOT THREADS! Hoo boy.

“She” (an unknown person) is returning (perhaps River returned as Missy. Maybe Me? NEW INFO: maybe Clara???!)

There is something on Donna’s back

An entire planet, Pyrovilia, just… disappeared, somehow. (Maybe because the TARDIS is exploding??? Saturnine was also lost, and that WAS because of the TARDIS exploding. The lion man’s planet was also lost but he was a bit of a knob about it if I’m honest.)

Amy is maybe dead (she’s not)

The Doctor has been cubed (he’s out, but how?)

River is possibly blown up (unless she’s Missy)

The TARDIS has blown up (It’s fine now. Except it’s sort of melting now because it’s corrupted, but it’s fine again)

The universe appears to have ended (the universe is back again)

The Doctor has employed(?) Nardole (And Nardole was “reassembled???”)

There’s a vault in the TARDIS and it contains Missy but we don’t know why (sometimes she knocks for the bants)

What has happened to all these companions and where are the new ones coming from?

There’s an immortal Viking girl now. Her name is Me and she’s now looking after the people the Doctor abandons

Who/what is the Half-Faced Man that the Doctor talked about?

Why, when the Doctor saw the ship’s computer set to the Promised Land, did he say “Oh not again”?

What’s With The Silence?

Why was Rory entirely unconcerned by the entire world suddenly going silent when that is Not Normal and should have been, at the very least, extremely disconcerting?

What did the Doctor do to Queen Lizzie One?

Who is Captain Jack Harkness? (Is he the one who gave the companions a warning about the lone cyberman?)

Why is Amy seeing a one-eyed woman in a vanishing window?

What’s with the Doctor’s future involving getting shot by an astronaut?

Is Amy pregnant and why is it inconclusive?

Who is Sarah-Jane Smith?

How is the Doctor Bill’s teacher and why/where does he have an office?

What is going on with the Cyber War and the Cyberium???

Who did the Doctor lose to Cyber Conversion?

What happened with the Other Cyber War?

What happened with the Third War that deleted the void?

Why does Rose seem particularly important?

What’s with the statues you mustn’t blink at?

What order do these Doctors go in? (Eccleston, Tennant, uncertain.)

Which companion just... forgot the Doctor, and how?

What is the Flux and what did it do?

Who is the mysterious Victorian man who met Yaz?

Yaz and Vinder are about to die as Mori/Mwri/Muuri

There is a Lupari shield around Earth.

What’s a Time War?

What’s the Rift?

What’s Bad Wolf?

What happened with Amy’s pregnancy?

In which war did the Doctor become a war criminal, and how?

Who is the Master?

Why has Amy forgotten Rory?

Is Rory plastic or not?

Why is the Doctor sulking on a cloud?

How exactly does the Doctor have a cloud?

What exactly happened with Strax to, uh, tame him?

Which friend killed Strax?

Which friend brought Strax back?

Where did this lesbian lizard and human couple come from?

What happened with Clara as Souffle Girl and the Daleks?

How does Clara actually join?

Why so many Claras?

THIS LIST IS GETTING RIDICULOUS WHY ARE WE WATCHING THIS SHOW LIKE THIS

#doctor whom #and yet we are continuing

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Happy Birthday Aditi!!!!

The BTS Writers Club is here to wish our lovely admin, @ditttiii a very happy birthday! Here’s all the messages we’ve collected, from admins and members alike for Aditi day (January 14)!

Aditi! Happy Birthday! Thank you so much for being an amazing Admin. The network would not be the same without you and all that you do. I mean, just look at the layout! You do so much for us and it’s 1000% appreciated. We’re so lucky to have you! Thank you for being with us from the start and being there to help everything grow. You’re such a valued and loved member and a wonderful friend. I love you so much. Even though this past year was an absolute garbage fire, I hope that next year will be much better. You’re going to do amazing things and I can’t wait to see them!

- Love, Eva @aroseforyoongi

PS: Please share more pictures of your puppy

Happy birthday, Adi!! Babe, you're an amazing person, a marvelous woman and an awesome friend. I wish you the best things in the world, that's what you deserve nothing less. I can't thank you enough for your love and support, always. Know that you'll always have in me a friend and a hype woman. Congratulations, Queen!

- Danna @unoriginal-username15432

Aditi! Though we have only known one another for a chunk of a year, I can safely say that you are one of the best people I could have met in 2020 and I am so glad I did! I think you have so much to offer the world in both intelligence and charm and you will go so far! Keep your head up through 2021 and never let anyone tell you you cannot do whatever you set your mind to. Keep writing and relaxing and enjoying life. Also, please remember to rest and sleep! Happy Birthday!!!

- Dean @eternalseokjin

Happy Birthday Aditi! You're so sweet and kind and I hope you have a great birthday!!!

- Donna @untaemedqueen

Aditi

I hope you have an amazing birthday. You deserve one. You’re so wonderful, sweet, hardworking, intelligent, caring, encouraging, talented, pretty... I could go on forever. In short, you’re awesome & held in high regard. Thank you for being you & thank yo for being a vital part of BTS Writers Club & its admin team. You’re an html goddess & a goddess of kindness and looks. Your presence brightens my day & I look forward to all of our conversations.

So, to BTS Writers Clubs’ resident Goddess, Happy Birthday!

- Lillia @moccahobi

Hello, luv

I remember the first time we talked. I had come to you asking for advice because I was thinking about posting on tumblr, and somehow we ended up talking for hours that day. Ever since then, you have been such an amazing and precious friend to me, and I am so incredibly glad that I decided to come out of my shell that day. I am so thankful for everything about you and our friendship, and also for you quite literally dragging me into this net to meet so many other lovely people I have the pleasure of calling my friends as well. I wish you all the best, today and every other day, and never forget that I love you very much!

- Keri @kerikaaria

happy birthday dearest aditi! i hope that you have the happiest, most wonderful, most magical birthday ever! you deserve everything good and more! sending you all of the love, hugs, and good vibes i can offer!

- Carese @honeyj00ns

Adiiiiii ily!! my lovely waifuuu!!! you work so hard and are so nice!! i married right keep doing what you love and remember to treat yo'self!!!!

- Dae @birbdae

Lovely! It's your birthday and I would be remiss not to let you know that you are so loved and so appreciated! I hope you have an amazing day with those you love (especially Toto), and get something you were hoping for, be that quality time or a nice gift! Happy Birthday Aditi!

- Day @baepsaetan

Aditi, my love, my darling, my honey, ily. You’re such a good friend and a good wine bibi, i love u muchly and appreciate u. I’d like to thank u from the bottom of my heart for being there for me when i needed u, ty for helping me with my writing and helping me be happy, you truly are the best and there’s only one u. Keep shining u star. Keep being u, you literally are so cute and adorable and pretty like words can’t even describe how amazing u are, happy birthday to u ma love, i hope u have the greatest day bc u deserve it! I can’t offer u a hug rn but i can give u a virtual hug (sending u the biggest virtual hug) i hope it sent!

- Ellie, signing off w a big big kiss for u @jungkooksbroski

Happy Birthday Aditi! I hope all your birthday wishes come true on your special day! You have such a hardworking and vivacious personality, it's no wonder why I admire you a lot I'm glad I can call you a friend of mine and I only want nothing but the best for you

- Gwen @prettyboongi

happy birthday aditi! although we haven't talked all that much, i'm glad to have met you through the net! you are such a caring and loving person and i hope you have the best birthday today and many more amazing birthdays! thank you for being you and happy birthday!

- Ivory @sunkissedjk

Aditi, you have the sweetest soul and the kindest heart, I love our chats and how helpful you are. You've given me so much confidence, right from the get go. You never stop believing in people and will bend over backwards to help them, even when you're ill. You're so freaking talented, honestly, I just can't praise you enough. Happy birthday my lovely hareem queen, hope you have the best day!

- Ley @pars-ley

Aditi! The beautiful, amazing angel! I'm so glad I have gotten to know you through this net and I'm excited to get to know you better. Thank you for always being available to read my crap and for creating amazing works of fiction. You are one of a kind and the world is so lucky to have you in it! Happy birthday

- Mars @joheun-saram

Hey Diti Darling, Apparently it's your birthday. Haps Borth! Ok, I know I give you hard time whenever we talk but that's because I am just a big nervous and confused mess all the time. We don't even talk that much. Even with that, I love you very much, as a chaotic sister. I just love seeing your name around. Every interaction I have with you is precious no matter how confused I come out of it. You are so sweet and so loving. I hope that you keep that light and keep growing. May this next year that approaches you is a fruitful one and bring you happiness in what ways that it can. Look up, smile bright.

-Your ever worried brother, Nep. :33 @dawndrms

lovely adi!! i'm so lucky to have met you this summer, because i'm pretty sure you're one of the first desi writers i met on tumblr i love seeing all your posts on my dash, you're really such a sunshine and happy pill on dumblr and i wish more people saw that. your style of writing is so so so enchanting, something i wish everyone would read. in the net, you're a ray of light on everyone and i can tell that bring you so much energy and liveliness wherever you go. have a lovely birthday aditi appi, and to many more!!

- Noor @papillonsgf

Happy birthday Aditi!! I want to say a massive thank you for everything you do for the net to make it what it is. you are so friendly and helpful, you really make everyone feel so at home there! I'm so happy to have joined and met you. I hope you have a great day because you deserve it xx

- Ru @btsmosphere

Hey Aditi! I just wanted to say, happy birthday from the bottom of my heart! You've made being in here so special, helping me with everything I needed! I remember the first person to say Hello to me in the net was you! You were also the one who told me I was accepted! Your really special to me! So is your hate for Mee6 Thank you so much for everything! I wanted to give you something special for your birthday so I'll be posting Transvaal Daisies very soon! Once again, thank you for everything

- Tailia @namyoongles

Hi Aditi!!! I hope you have a wonderful birthday I love how sincere and enthusiastic you are and how you’re always hyping us and all our ideas and i hppe your birthday matches how awesome you are

- Tanooki @crystaljins

Happy Birthday lovely Aditi! I hope this year brings a ton of happiness, positive growth, success and prosperity! I’m so happy we got to meet over this net. I love love LOVE gushing about Bollywood movies and Indian music with you and I absolutely love how supportive and helpful and kind you are. You are awesome, beautiful and just so lovely! I’m so happy that we get to celebrate your birthday together (relatively) and I’m wishing you all the best today and onwards! Cheering you on! Happy Birthday!

- Yours, Triv @purpletigertaetae

We love you, Aditi! Have an amazing birthday!!!!

All graphics and pictures used made with buckets of love by @kerikaaria

#birthday #happy birthday #birthday post #aditi birthday

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ladyartemesia · 4 years

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Dear Mutuals and Followers,

When I started this blog nearly six months ago(ish?) I never expected to fall so in love with the lovely people in this community. You have been wonderful and supportive and I have truly enjoyed getting to know you, and talking to you, and loving BTS proudly alongside of you. Thank you for every moment, I have so many truly incredible moots - ALL of whom are SIGNIFICANTLY cooler than I am - and if I attempted to list you all, my perpetually scattered brain would no doubt forget someone and I’d have to fall apart dramatically about it. So...to all of you - thank you for following me. I am so bloomin thrilled that you do. To my amazing mutuals - each and every one of you are brilliant creators and supportive members of our community and I benefit every day from the art and positive energy you bring to my dash. Thank you so much...

to my hearts...

There are a few of you who have been much closer than others and you I must recognize with only these inadequate words...

I utterly adore you. Thank you for being my friend.

▨ Amazing Ana @xjoonchildx ▨ Wonderful Lindy @ppersonna ▨ Sweet Sunshine Donna @taetaewonderland ▨ My First Friend and Angel Jahni @glossyfever ▨ Fabulous Lemon @lemonjoonah ▨ and my fellow Thirst Queen Reese (there is a line in this fic I wrote just for you - you’ll prolly know right away) @luxekook ▨

Honestly there are many more names I could put on this list, Many more people I have grown close to and I will continue to grow close too - believe me when I say - I luv and appreciate you all, but there are 7 members of BTS and these 6 ladies are - in many ways - my “other 6.” The roles they have played in my growth as a writer and a creator have been significant. They read my work, encourage me, hype me up, share my finished products, and - most importantly - share their friendship. I am blessed to be a part of their world.

Thank You All... My Lovlies...

- Viola

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Heart of the Storm

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Genre: Fluff • Smut • Hint of Angst • Secret Feelings/Strangers to Lovers

Word Count: 4kish (preview 1kish)

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort • Hints of Classism • JK is Soft and Strong (full fic has more warnings)

Rating: Explicit/18+ (for the full fic)

Summary: Jeon Jungkook is the handsome RA that you could never quite bring yourself to talk to, and you are the ice princess whose status kept you far out of his reach... But a selfless act of kindness in the midst of a terrible storm forges an unexpected bond between you - one that could break your guarded heart... or finally set it free.

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You’re afraid of storms.

Born to privilege (at least so you’ve been told), but money could not buy the love of absent parents, nor could it purchase any sort of freedom from the kind of fear that gripped you now.

You shouldn’t even be here...

Alone in a dorm while everyone around you caught planes and trains and buses back to their diverse points of origin.

The girl who usually slept in the bed across from yours is your roommate and best friend since sophomore year of high school. She was a scholarship case at the elite private prep where the obscenely wealthy dynasties of Southern California sent their entitled spawn.

A lone pair of Chuck Taylors in a sea of Jimmy Choos.

And a breath of fresh air.

Her father worked in stores; your father owned them. Yet you had become sisters in the truest sense of the word.

When the storms came, she climbed into your bed and held you till the thunder died down.

But she and the comfort of her familiar embrace were 30,000 feet above you now; well on the way to celebrate the spring holidays with her chaotic tribe.

You could have escaped for the week - like the majority of your peers - but your father was on vacation with his new wife (who graduated from high school a mere four years before you did) and the dorms were infinitely more inviting than the sterile halls of your family’s real estate holdings.

So here you were.

Alone in a storm.

Or so you thought...

Being an RA looked good on resumes and paid better than most work study jobs, but for Jeon Jungkook, the obligation to stay in the dorms over spring break (when he could be chasing music festivals along the California coast) was a definite downside.

He heard the sobs on his way up from the laundry and dropped the basket of clean clothes on the stairs.

Only one person signed up to stay over the holidays - the only person who managed to spark shivers down his spine without effort or awareness.

The princess.

That’s what they called you when they thought you weren’t listening - an unoriginal label laced with jealousy and petty bitterness.

But it fit you, nonetheless.

Elegant even when you were clumsy. Distant even in a crowd. Reserved in ways that spoke of intensive social training and endless expectations.

And you were screaming.

His hand wrapped around your doorknob in a matter of seconds, but you could not hear him calling out to you over the thunder and the ringing in your ears.

You did not hear the lock splinter when he slammed his body against the frame like his father taught him to do in case of a fire or an emergency.

Jungkook saw you often in and out of the dorms - yet you never really spoke to him, never offered him more than the occasional pleasantry or disinterested smile.

He was out of your orbit and you were out of his league.

But the princess was nowhere in sight now...

Now you were just a terrified girl curled up on her bed and Jungkook felt his heart wrench painfully at the sight of you so untethered.

You could not see him - even though he stood right in front of you. It wasn’t till his hands connected with your shoulders that you finally registered the presence of another human being and slowly brought your eyes up to meet his.

There was a moment of silence as your gazes melded together in a strange intimate haze unlike anything either of you had encountered before.

Then you reached out - curling your hand into the loose fabric of his shirt as you yanked him down on top of you.

“Please,” you whispered into the firm plane of his chest, “please hold me.”

Strong muscled arms wrapped around you.

And for the first time in so very long...

You felt safe.

He smelled like fresh laundry and a hint of vanilla.

But oh...

He felt like home.

Not the many houses you grew up in - but a home. The kind you only ever heard of.

“It’s ok,” he whispered, lips pressed intimately to the sweet softness of your hair, “I’ve got you.”

Thunder shook the room again and you burrowed impossibly closer to him, too frightened to notice that you wore only a t-shirt and nothing else, too terrified to care that the haven you sought was the beautiful man you passed by countless times in last few months, but could never quite work up the courage to speak to.

Now your body tangled desperately with his, drawing immeasurable comfort from his solid warmth and the soothing circles he traced over your back.

Jungkook was profoundly aware of both your state of undress and the soft curves of your body pressed insistently against his own, but that awareness paled in comparison to the fierce wave of protectiveness swelling up within him.

You were no damsel in distress. You were brilliant, beautiful, and president of the self-defense club. He’d seen you flip a linebacker over your shoulder like a pancake during a demonstration once (which had given him an immediate boner for reasons he deliberately never explored).

But right now - right here - in this moment - you needed him... and holding you close - keeping you safe was the only thing on his mind.

The tremors came and went sporadically as the storm raged on around you. His arms were an anchor each time the fear threatened to sweep you away.

It took a few minutes for your scattered senses to identify the new sound braiding hypnotically in between the rolls of thunder and the rhythmic cadence of your own breathing.

Jeon Jungkook was singing to you.

Another time it might have amused you to consider that a man whose face and form bordered on sinful possessed a voice that was utterly angelic. The notes he sang curled through the air, piercing effortlessly past the fog to wrap over your heart like a warm blanket.

“I see you getting sad... I see it running through your blood...”

Your muscles began to relax. The pounding in your chest began to slow.

“Let it run like water out of mud...”

Your breathing gradually evened out.

“Yell the sadness loud... Throw it up against the wall...”

Sensation crept back into your limbs. Awareness returned.

“See what stays then go and put it on... It keeps you warm…”

And suddenly you were in his arms - truly in his arms for the first time that night.

“I will love you anyway with all your demons in the way… Nothing can keep us apart...I walk through walls into your heart…”

His warmth was everywhere. The gentle comfort he brushed over your skin swirled around you till the sound of the storm faded away.

Till there was only him.

“I don’t mind… I don’t mind… I don’t ...mind…”

He felt the change in you, the incremental return from disconnected terror to tentative presence of mind, but you made no move to disentangle yourself, content to let his touch and his voice chase away the last trace of your nightmare.

You would stay in this moment - safe and surrounded and so unexpectedly content - forever if you could.

Jeon Jungkook had found you adrift and pulled you back from the edge. He’d done what no one else could..

What no one else (save your best friend) had even bothered to try.

And he’d done it selflessly.

As a corporate princess, you were worth millions in assets, but so often left begging for pittance when it came to genuine care.

You would have paid millions to be held like this just once.

The adrenaline raging through your body finally began to dissipate, and in its immediate wake, exhaustion crashed over you heavy and hard.

Sleep tugged insistently at the corners of your mind, but one last coherent urge burned so brightly that it could not be ignored or overtaken.

Your fingers twisted into the thick curls at the nape of his neck, drawing him down till you felt the soft press of his lips against your own.

You had never kissed like this; intimately - languidly - as if the brush of his mouth against yours was familiar across worlds and lifetimes. The small intake breath before he gave in to your gentle exploration was the loveliest sound you had ever heard.

He was the song that drew you - not like a siren to your doom - but like a lighthouse to the shore.

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cardest · 3 years

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San Francisco playlist

San Francisco - my favorite city in the world! The bands, the music, the songs are all here, in this playlist I created. I threw in a bit of Sac and went south by San Jose, Monterrey and up past Sausalito. Can we make it to 250 songs? Let me know what bands/songs I left out.

Have I left out a song or a band in this San Francisco playlist? Let me know! Cheers!

Play the songs here at this link: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1-HLG9q5rZLsqs8EYh6bhu- San Francisco

001 The Dillinger Escape Plan w/Mike Patton - When Good Dogs Do Bad Things 002 Night flight Orchestra - California Morning 003 Quincy Jones - Call Me Mister Tibbs OST (Main Title) 004 James Taylor Quartet - Dirty Harry theme song 005 Faith No More - Seperation anxiety 006 Streets of San Francisco TV show theme song 007 Santana - Evil Ways 008 High on Fire - Electric Messiah 009 Metallica - Disposable Heroes 010 Hammers Of Misfortune - Dead Revolution 011 Buddy Guy - Hello San Francisco 012 Faith No More - Jungle 013 Isaac Hayes - Shaft 014 Orange Peels - Back In San Francisco 015 Idris Ackamoor and the Pyramids - Message To My People 016 Thee Oh Sees - The Dream 017 Merle Haggard - Here In Frisco 018 Audrey Horne - California 019 Journey - Lights 020 Death Angel - Hatred United / United Hate 021 Mel Tor Me - Got The Date On The Golden Gate 022 Duke Ellington - Tourist Point Of View 023 Sons of Anarchy - This Life (Sons of Anarchy Theme Song) 024 Larry Graham's Central Station - Earthquake 025 LARD - I Wanna Be A Drug Sniffing Dog 026 Machine Head - California Bleeding 027 Neurosis - The Doorway 028 KING WOMAN - Utopia 029 Lalo Schifrin - Magnum Force OST Main Title 030 Forbidden - Adapt Or Die 031 DBUK - In San Francisco Bay 032 Jack Name - Werewolf Factory 033 John Carpenter - Theme from "The Fog" 034 Khiis - Saboor 035 Richie Havens - San Francisco Bay Blues 036 Metallica - Battery 037 Autopsy - charred remains 038 ExTREMITY_-_Crepuscular_Crescendo 039 The Otherside - Streetcar 040 Quincy Jones - Ironside (TV Theme) 041 Megadeth - Back in the Day 042 Sly and the Family Stone - Stand! 043 Faith No More - From Out of Nowhere 044 Willie Hutch-Vampin (The Mack OST 045 Orchid - Mouths Of Madness 046 Lalo Schifrin - Bullitt OST - On The Way To San Mateo 047 Vince Guaraldi - Woodstock's Dream 048 Fantomas - 4-11-05 049 Violation Wound - Fearmonger + State of Alarm 050 Primus - Those Damned Blue-Collar Tweekers 051 The Flower Pot Men - Let's Go to San Francisco (Part.1-2) 052 Bosse-de-Nage - Crux 053 Rod McKuen - The Beat Generation 054 Dionne Warwick - Do You Know The Way To San Jose 055 The Watchers - Sabbath Highway 056 Possessed - the eyes of horror 057 Scott McKenzie – San Francisco (Be Sure to wear flowers) 058 Tower Of Power - Oakland Stroke 059 Big Trouble In Little China OST - Pork chop express 060 Vio-lence - Calling In The Coroner 061 Black Oak Arkansas - The Big Ones Still Coming 062 Mr. Bungle - Love Is a Fist 063 VUUR - The Fire - San Francisco 064 Testament - The Haunting 065 Electronicat - Frisco Bay 066 Y&T - Mean Streak 067 Thee Oh Sees - Toe Cutter/Thumb Buster 068 Sweet - California Nights - Promo Clip (OFFICIAL) 069 Sadus - Swallowed In Black 070 Chuck Berry - San Francisco Dues 071 Sammy Hagar - Keep on rockin' 072 Fuzz - Sleigh Ride 073 Otis Redding - Sittin' on The Dock of the Bay 074 Pleasure Leftits - The Gate 075 BL'AST - Sometimes 076 Santana - Samba de Sausalito 077 Acephalix - Upon This Altar 078 Sun Ra - Lady With The Golden Stockings 079 Chris Isaak - San Francisco Days 080 Pointer Sisters - How Long (Betcha' Got A Chick On The Side) 081 High On Fire - Carcosa 082 Will Haven - When The Walls Close In 083 The Coup - Laugh/Love/Fuck 084 King Khan - Teeth Are Shite 085 Deafheaven - Irresistible 086 Glitter Wizard - Blood of the Serpent 087 Jefferson Airplane - It's No Secret 088 Cannonball Adderley - This Here 089 The Warlocks - Can't Come Down 090 Squirmy Sax Man - I Still Believe 091 Acid King - Coming Down from Outer Space 092 George Duke - Sausalito 093 The Lost Boys - Cry Little Sister (Theme From The Lost Boys OST) 094 Betty Davis - [They Say I'm Different] He Was a Big Freak 095 Fever Tree - San Francisco Girls 096 The Dillinger Escape Plan w/ Mike Patton - Pig Latin 097 Build Them to Break - Lucky Strike 098 Montrose - Rock Candy 099 PRIMUS - THE TOYS GO WINDING DOWN 100 Joe Satriani - Big Bad Moon 101 Sleater Kinney - Jumpers 102 GRUESOME - Dimensions Of Horror 103 Sly & the Family Stone - Everday People 104 Huey Lewis and the News - Back in Time 105 Hammers Of Misfortune - 2 17th Street 106 Jerry Fielding - Prologue _ Main Title (The Enforcer OST) 107 Metal Church - The Dark 108 Deftones - Ohms 109 John Lee Hooker - Frisco Blues 110 DRI - Go Die 111 16th & Valencia Roxy Music- Devendra Banhart, What We Will Be 112 MC Hammer - Too Legit to Quit 113 Dead Kennedys-Police Truck 114 Rancid - Adina 115 San Francisco's Shiver - Up My Sleeve 116 Bernard Herrmann - Vertigo OST - The Bay 117 Faith No More - Last Cup Of Sorrow 118 Blackburn & Snow - Stranger In a Strange Land 119 The Doobie Brothers - What A Fool Believes 120 The Grateful Dead - Sugar Magnolia 121 Cab Calloway - San Francisco Fan 122 The Charlatans - codine 123 Buck Owens - Want To Live In San Francisco 124 Sleep - Dragonaut 125 Death Angel - 5 Steps Of Freedom 126 Neil Young - Heart of Gold 127 Vastum - Reveries in Autophagia 128 Dead Kennedys - Moon Over Marin 129 EchoBrain - Colder World 130 Riz Ortolani - Lombard Street 131 Waylon Jennings - San Francisco Mabel Joy 132 Con Funk Shun - Confunkshunizeya 133 Chic - Hes the Greatest Dancer 134 Peace Creep - Radio Free Alcatraz 135 ABBA - Santa Rosa 136 Brian Wilson and Van Dyke Parks - San Fransisco 137 Together Band - California Curl California Girl 138 The Hellers - It's 74 In San Francisco 139 Pat Todd - No Place Like Home 140 Nancy Wilson - I'm Always Drunk In San Francisco (And I Don't Drink At All) 141 Anathema - San Francisco 142 Blue Cheer - Fool 143 Exhumed - Gravewalker 144 Darondo - Let My People Go 145 Exodus - Blood In Blood Out 146 Lalo Schifrin Dirty Harry OST - Scorpios Theme 147 Johnny Cash - Folsom Prison Blues 148 Wild Light - California on my mid 149 Herbie Hancock - Man-child - Hang Up Your Hang Ups 150 Fantomas - Spider Baby 151 The Lord Weird Slough Feg - Headhunter 152 The Animals - San Franciscan Nights 153 Twilight - Dance with Me 154 THE POINTER SISTERS - Yes We Can Can 155 Residents - Hello Skinny 156 CCR HEADCLEANER - Eat This Riff 157 LEON WARE - Thats Why I Came To California 158 Creedence Clearwater Revival - I Put A Spell On You 159 Comorant - The First Man 160 Bosse-de-Nage - The Trench 161 Hell Fire - Free Again 162 Riz Ortolani - Golden Gate Bridge 163 Fleetwood Mac - You Make Loving Fun 164 Uther Pendragon - San Francisco Earthquake 165 Melvins - Zodiac 166 La Luz - California Finally 167 The Wyatt Act - Push 168 Santana - Soul Sacrifice 169 Cheap Trick - On the Radio 170 Electric Wizard - Venus In Furs 171 Led Zeppelin - Misty Mountain Hop 172 Tommy Castro - Callin' San Francisco 173 Viscious Rumors - Digital Dictator 174 Ghoul-Off With Their Heads 175 Diesel - Sausalito Summernight (Single Version) 176 Sheila E - A Love Bizarre 177 Starship - Nothings Gonna Stop Us Now 178 Jeffry Osboune - I Really Don't Need No Light 179 Nazareth - Alcatraz 180 Freak of Nature - Rescue Me 181 Metallica - Crash Course In Brain Surgery 182 10000 Maniacs - Hey Jack Kerouac 183 Faith No More - Get Out 184 URSA - Wizard's Path 185 Jefferson Airplane - Aerie (Gang of Eagles) 186 Tower of Power - Just Enough and Too Much 187 Fred Hughes - san francisco is a lonely town 188 Mamaleek - Eating Unblessed Meat 189 Moby Grape - Naked If I Want To 190 Exodus - Metal Command 191 Pig Destroyer - Alcatraz Metaphors 192 the Donnas - You Make Me Hot 193 Hot Tuna - True Religion 194 Heathen - Opiate of the Masses 195 Fanny - Come and Hold Me 196 Sadus - Hands Of Fate 197 Negative Trend - Meathouse 198 Forbidden - Forbidden Evil 199 Spazz - Crush Kill Destroy 200 Testament - The Preacher 201 HEXX - Morbid Reality 202 Vio-Lence - Phobophobia 203 Dead Kennedys - One Way Ticket To Pluto 204 Tom Waits - Get Behind The Mule 205 CRETIN - It 206 RAMONES - Judy Is A Punk 207 Full House - Intro 208 Willie Alexander and the Boom Boom Band - Kerouac 209 Primus - Dirty Drowning Man 210 Wooden Shjips - Motorbike 211 The Tony Williams Lifetime Ego - Clap City 212 Middle of the Road - Sacramento (A Wonderful Town) 213 Green Day - At the Library 214 Slayer - Gemini 215 Tetema - Cutlass Eye 216 Defiance - Death Machine 217 Brisco County Jr theme 218 Doug McKechnie - Crazy Ray 219 Ulthar - Furnace Hibernation 220 Mr. Bungle - ANARCHY UP YOUR ANUS 221 Dirty Ghosts - Let It Pretend 222 They Might Be Giants - San Francisco (In Situ) 223 Metallica - The Shortest Straw 224 OM - Unitive Knowledge of the Godhead 225 Laaz Rockit - City's Gonna Burn 226 Autopsy - Skullptures 227 Mordred - Spectacle of Fear 228 Sly & the Family Stone - Luv N' Haight 229 Possessed - Seven Churches 230 Machine Head - The Rage to Overcome 231 Thelonius Monk - San Francisco Holiday 232 The Units - The Mission Is Bitchin 233 Del Tha Funkee Homosapien - Mistadobalina 234 Arnocorps - Dead lift 235 The Grateful Dead - The Golden Road 236 DRI - All for nothing 237 Jim Martin - Disco dust 238 Thee Oh Sees - I come from the mountain 239 Death Angel - Discontinued 240 Starship - We Built This City 241 Captured! by Robots - Endless Circle of Bullshit 242 Pins Of Light - My revenge 243 Sun Ra - We Travel the Spaceways 244 Faith No More - caffeine 245 David Lee Roth - Just like paradise 246 San Francisco Fog Horns by Golden Gate Bridge 247 Abscess - Tormented 248 Mortuous - Bitterness 249 Dead Kennedy's - California uber alles 250 Twitch Angry - San Francisco 666 Neurosis - Water Is Not Enough

So, hop on a cable car, grab ice cream at Swenson’s or bark back at the seals down by Pier 39. Catch a Bear’s game at Berkeley and do some squirmy sax moves in the Haight after you down some beers at the Toronado and play my San Fran playlist! Here are the songs in the link: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1-HLG9q5rZLsqs8EYh6bhu-

#san francisco #san francisco playlist #Bay Area Thrash #haightashbury #high on fire #jello biafra #sun ra #metallica #mike patton #exodus #captured! by robots #om #jack kerouac #oakland #neurosis

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jocelyn-wellson · 4 years

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21 Years Ago (September)

"Ya donnae 'ave ta walk me there," snapped Jocelyn. "I kin figh' fer meself."

Kasyade and the Captain traded a look. The Captain shook his head.

"Miss Jocelyn," he began, "I promised I would take you to see their graves myself. Did ya forget?"

"Ya go' me drunk on me 10th birfday an' ya 'spec' me ta take ya at yer word? Ya think I be tha' stupi'?"

The Captain looked like someone hit him in the gut.

"Jocelyn," said Kasyade, voice stern and serious as ever, "Calm down. He's right."

"Righ' 'bou' wha'? The drinkin' o' the protec'ion, hm? An' wha' 'ave ya done fer me?"

Kasyade backhanded the teenager. "Kept your ass alive how many times now?" Jocelyn fumed. Her eyes darted between the two. "Fuck et," she said, storming to the room she shared with her mentor. "I donnae wanna see."

NOW

"You ok?" asked Melody.

"Hm?"

"You've been distant all night... something happen?"

Joci shook her head.

"I know you better than that," said Melody.

Joci looked up at her date. She reached for the bottle of burgundy and filled her glass to the rim.

"Now I know something happened the other day."

"Et donnae mattah," Joci said, setting the bottle down. She closed her hands around the bowl of the pinot noir glass. Tobacco and berries, smoke and leather and oak, they all emanated from the palms of her hands.

"If it didn't matter, I wouldn't ask," said Melody, gently. "Are you ok?"

Joci closed her eyes. Breathe in. The scent of the wine mixed with the image of the little child in Moonbrook, playing with the mutilated teddy. Breathe out.

"No," she admitted.

THEN

After her initial tantrum, Miss Jocelyn emerged from her room. She looked between the Captain and her mentor, her fist closed around her knuckles. She had donned her best set of clothing, a birthday gift from Kasyade two years prior - a light green dress with white accents. "Look..." she said, staring at the ground. "I donnae wha' ta be findin' 'ere. Mebbe a grave, mebbe nothin'. An' tha'," she admitted, "scares th' fuck outta me."

Kasyade nodded toward the Captain. She knelt. He stepped out of the room.

"Are you sure you want to do this? You haven't been here for over 9 years."

"Ain' no green-skins 'ere now, be they?"

"Not the point."

"I ain' afrai' o' no seadogs..."

"Still not the point."

"Mama..."

"Yeah." Kasyade brought the girl close to her. "That's it, right? Not knowing what happened to her?"

Jocelyn didn't answer. She held out her fist and opened it, dropping her weapon into her mentor's hand.

"I'll take you, yea?"

"No' th' Captain..." Jocelyn said quietly. "'e's why I be 'ere in th' firs' place."

"Aye, just us." Kasyade tucked the small pair of knuckles into her pack.

"I wanna go jus' like... like I donnae wanna hur' no one. Jus' be in peace, like."

"I'll keep watch the whole way, alright?"

Jocelyn nodded. She walked over toward the broad window of the Captain's quarters and looked out at Rustberg Village. Kasyade excused herself to speak with the Captain. Voices were raised, but he relented.

NOW

Melody offered Joci a wistful smile. A platter of coconut-breaded shrimp and another of raw seafood were placed in the center of the table. Joci reached for one of the coconut shrimp and dipped it in the sweet cocktail sauce. "What's bothering you, J?"

Joci bit the head off the shrimp. "A boy, a boy me an' Myz foun' in that town, Moonbrook." She chewed for a moment. "'e 'ad nothin', no' really."

Melody nodded slowly. "Moonbrook was hit hardest by the abandonment of the Crown... my family fled to Sentinel Hill just before the anarchists."

"Et ain' always been like tha', ya mean?"

"No... no, not always." Melody chuckled. "I remember when it wasn't so bad. Before the riots and the hate. I remember playing there, the different farms..." She took a raw scallop from the other platter, squeezing lemon juice atop it. "...but this isn't about me, is it?"

Joci cleared her throat. She told her about the little boy, the little boy who seemed haunted, whose teddy was falling apart, missing its eyes, was filthy. Melody nodded as she spoke. Like she knew exactly what she was talking about.

"...et remin'ed me o' me bruv," Joci admitted at last.

THEN

The two headstones were simple. "B.W." and "J.W." Set atop a hill, looking over the village. Kasyade stopped five meters out to give her charge a bit of privacy; after all, it was the first time Jocelyn had visited her parents' graves. She watched as Jocelyn approached the headstones, slowly and timidly. In her hands, she held a small burlap sack. When she reached the headstones, she opened it. Kasyade looked on as the girl extracted a well-loved teddy, the same one she had watched Jocelyn cuddle with for the past four years.

"Mama," she heard the teen say, "Papa... I miss you... miss you so." Kasyade could hear Jocelyn start to cry. A bandit turned and was about to yell something, but she shot the man a death glare. The bandit left. Kasyade's focus returned to the posthumous reunion.

"Ya remembah this 'un 'ere? Lil' B called it ‘Jan’?" asked the teen, setting the teddy between the two headstones. "'ow he gave 'er ta me th' day..." she choked on her words. Kasyade watched closely, but still remained silent as the young woman continued. "...she done saw me go through 'ard times. Now ya kin le' 'er see ya through yers," she heard the teen say. "Kasyade?"

"Jocelyn?"

"I nee' yer 'elp."

The mentor approached her protégé bearing a shovel. She dug a hole for the teddy. Jocelyn wrapped the toy in burlap and set it to rest in the hole. She threw a handful of dirt on it and backed away. Kasyade began to cover it. Jocelyn kissed her fingertips, resting them atop her papa's headstone and then her mama's.

"I luv ya..." she said. "Donnae forge' me, an' I cannae forge' ya."

Kasyade set a heavy stone atop the shallow grave she had dug for the child's toy. She set her hand on Jocelyn's shoulder. "Good?"

Jocelyn cried for two minutes more. She swiped at her eyes. "...nay," she said, voice breaking. "Le's go."

NOW

After they had finished their meal, Joci and Melody walked hand-in-hand. They passed the Cathedral. Joci hesitated. "Kin I show ya somethin'?" she asked.

They ventured into Stormwind Cemetery. There, about half way, were a collection of headstones, the names on which were familiar to Joci, even if all their stories were not. She led Melody to one: "...this one was me bruv," she said.

Melody plucked a few late-summer flowers from alongside the path. She knelt, running her hands across the headstone's crescent moon. She set the flowers at the base of the memorial. "I'll watch over her," she promised the cold stone. "Not that she needs it," she whispered. She swore she could hear an ethereal chuckle. She stood. "Let me show you my flat," she offered. "If you'd like."

Joci wrapped her arms around Melody. She melted into those arms, sobbing. Neither of them said another word. They took each others' hands and walked the long way back to Melody's flat.

( @myzariel )

#jocelyn wellson #backstory #story #[ cyanide itches ]#unit 8 #wyrmrest RP #wra RP #wyrmrest accord

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snarkwrites · 4 years

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FFT: expecting someone taller; captain boomerang

Notes:

So idk where this one was going or anything. All I know is that I got this fake fic title and I got this idea, so I rolled with it bc there is not that much Captain Boomerang fic and I absolutely fucking adore the way Jai played him, tbh. So, maybe in the future you’ll see more Digger content here, idk.

Summary:

Vanessa is not a fan of blind dates. So when she’s roped into one by her friend Donna, she expects a 5 alarm failure. What she gets instead, purely by happy accident is a night with Boomerang himself.

Warnings:

uhh.. Digger being Digger, slightest alcohol tw - because location is a bar/nightclub and.. that’s it.

Pairing:

Captain Boomerang x OFC, Vanessa

“ This blind date was a bad idea. You know my luck, this is going to end badly. Either it’ll be awkward as hell or he’ll be a self absorbed jackass like Tom or I’ll drink way too much red wine and throw up all over the guy…” Vanessa could feel her best friend giving her the eye, so she trailed off after finishing weakly, “I’m just saying, it was stupid of me, letting you guys talk me into making a stupid dating profile. I suck at this and I attract the worst…”

“We accept the love we think we deserve. Just trust me. Tonight is going to be great.” Donna replied to her friend’s rambling. “Now the text said he’d be the guy in the black blazer… I wonder..” Donna’s eyes darted around the nightclub, particularly the VIP area, because that’s where Pierre, the guy she’d set her best friend up with tended to prefer hanging out when he came to this particular nightclub.

As Donna was scouring the VIP section, Vanessa’s eyes were also darting around, searching for any sort of an exit she could use if the date went south like so many of her others tended to. She spotted the man in the black blazer hanging towards one of the side doors and she swallowed hard.

“Wish me luck, Donna.”

“Huh?” Donna had just spotted Pierre, her friend’s blind date for the evening and she was just about to wave him over to their table and introduce Vanessa to him, but Vanessa was standing and moving quickly through the crowd towards the back of the club.

“Shit, she’s bolting. I knew she’d bolt.” Donna stood too, but Pierre reached the table just as she did and he let out a low approving whistle. “You look sexy tonight.”

Vanessa spotted the man again, just about to step out into the alley, and she tapped his shoulder cautiously.

Digger Harkness nearly jumped out of his skin and swearing, he whirled around. He’d been prepared to either throw a punch and run or chew out whomever had come up on him like they had, but all that changed as soon as he saw her standing there.

The girl from the dance studio just down from the bank he’d been casing -and had coincidentally just robbed, hence the need to steal someone’s jacket in the cloak room and try to hide out in the crowd until the cops were long gone. The one he’d spent way too much time lurking in the hallway watching after he’d gotten done casing the bank for the day.

“Wow… I.. Hi. You look nothing like Donna said you would. I’m Vanessa… Your blind date?”

Digger raised a brow and he started to say something, to clear up whatever it was she thought, but something inside him decided better of it. Instead, he leaned in a little, chuckling.

“What? Were y’ expectin someone taller, luv?” he asked, going into full on Boomerang charmer mode, something he hadn’t done in a while. Though she wouldn’t know it.

Vanessa gave a quiet giggle and shrugged. He towered over her -and it wouldn’t matter anyhow, she wasn’t very big on judging by appearance alone. He seemed excited.

Or maybe he was nervous?

Digger leaned in, muttering against her ear, “Do y’ want t’ dance?”

“I’d love that.”

His thought was that if he kept moving, if he kept himself towards the back of the club, then any cops who may come into the club searching for him wouldn’t see him and he wouldn’t have to pass up the chance to spend time with Vanessa. When she agreed to dance with him, Digger was quick to pull her close, keeping his back to the front of the club.

Something seemed off but Vanessa wasn’t too concerned with it. After all, this blind date had already beaten the others she’d been on as of late. The guy seemed nice enough, if not a little fidgety.

When his hand migrated down, gripping and squeezing her ass to hold her closer, she rested her face against his chest and he made this quiet noise, kind of like a groan.

That rough hand gripped at her body tighter and she sucked in a ragged breath as the end result was her, being rubbed right against his muscular frame. She tilted her head to look up at him and he leaned down a little, muttering quietly against her lips, “Havin a good time?”

“I am.”

“Me too.”

Just as he caught sight of the cops talking to the doorman, he swore to himself quietly.

“Think y’ might want t’ leave with me? Go for a walk?”

“I’d like that.” Vanessa let him lead her out of the club and he did so in a hurry. It was almost enough that she asked what the hurry was, but something told her that the less she knew, the better. She’d promised to at least try to give this blind date a chance, and so far, she’d been pleasantly surprised. Once they were outside in the alley, Digger pulled her against him, his arms going around her because he could see her shivering a little in the cold night air. He finally wound up shrugging off the black blazer and draping it around her shoulders as he stared at her for a few seconds, not saying anything.

“Is everything okay? You seemed kinda… Nervous?” Vanessa asked the question before she could stop herself and she felt a wave of relief wash over her when he was quick to reassure, “Oh yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Just not all ‘at into crowds.” as he slipped his arm around her and they started to walk down the alley.

“Oh god, me either. I had to be talked into coming on our blind date tonight. I’m a disaster.”

Digger shook his head and chuckled quietly. He’d feel bad for the man who was supposed to be on a date with her, but honestly, he couldn’t be bothered to do so. Everything happened for a reason.

Or so Digger was choosing to believe.

“ Yer not.”

“You have no idea.”

“Well, I’m willin t’ bet yer not. And I plan t’ find out.” Digger pulled her closer against his side. Sirens screamed past the end of the alley and out of habit, Digger pressed against the wall and pulled her against him, Vanessa was now looking at him with a raised brow.

Digger shrugged and explained in the simplest terms, “ I’m not a fan of authority.”

“Ooh, a bad boy.” Vanessa wanted to kick herself, she barely knew this guy and here she was, flirting like this. Digger chuckled and leaned down slightly, staring intently at her mouth, “Y’ like bad boys, hmm?”

“Maybe.”

“Then yer really goin t’ have fun. Let’s get goin.”

“Where?” Vanessa asked as he chuckled, leaning in closer, pressing the side of his finger into her soft red lips, “It’s a surprise, luv. We’ve got all th’ time in th’ world. Let’s just get lost, yeah?”

#captain boomerang fanfiction #captain boomerang fanfic #captain boomerang fic #captatin boomerang oneshot #captain boomerang imagine #captain boomerang imagines #// this is cute not gonna lie #// no idea where I was going with it but it cute af

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staliasjeronica · 4 years

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Riverdale S4 Ep14 Thoughts *Spoilers*

- Imagine walking into your house with nothing on and being found by your parents lmaooo that’d be so awkward…. at least Veronica and Betty look good (as always)

- Seeing Betty break down like this is so nice to see because it shows that she’s not as put together (or perfect) as they try to make her out to be, and that could have been an interesting plot for “Dark Betty” but they’ve pretty much run that into the ground with random bullshit that makes no sense so umm :(

- People were raving about “Veronica being a bad friend” (Even though she’s only ever been a good friend to B despite B treating her awfully) when all she’s doing is asking questions, as you should when you find your friend holding a rock that killed your other friend… But God this “perfect murder” bs is so dumb like??

- Betty, inviting Kevin back is even more suspicious because you never talk to him anymore lmao but sure

- Archie really thought his mom knew about the murder somehow lmao???

- So ten minutes or so before the episode (for me) aired, people were saying Mary is bisexual or a lesbian or something without it being confirmed why would you guys get my hopes up please—

- Veronica going off 🥺🥺 Cami is such a great actress we love to see it

- God this faking Jughead’s death thing could have actually been interesting but they had to ruin it. Like there’s not even a clear reason what the fuck is even going on or why with the Stonewall Preppies. Like, is it all just to create “the perfect murder” because if so that’s so boring and dumb….

- NOW THEY BRING UP BETTY DROWNING CHUCK??? At least they didn’t make it sound like it was a good thing like last time. But I’m glad they kind of showed that Archie has also put Betty on the same pedestal Jughead has where she can do no wrong and she’s perfect, but Veronica, who’s actually seen the dark side of Betty, knows at least a sliver of what she’s capable of. I know they won’t actually tackle that or use it and make it an interesting, well thought out storyline, but a girl can dream for this show to have SOMETHING going for it.

- The whole reason why this storyline is so fucking boring and everyone wants it to be over with (not only because it’s only about Bughead and Betty like always) is because it makes no sense and it’s so over the top. It’s a shame they tend to destroy all the possibly good plots.

- Now Betty is lying to Charles… typical.

- WAIT BI!MARY IS CANON?! I—WAIT HOLD ON I CAN’T FOCUS ON THE BARCHIE CRUMB YET I’M STILL REELING

- If they actually made Betty be the one who killed Jughead that’d be incredible because she’s gotten away with so much bullshit and it would be such a twist. But the writers are too far up her ass so :/

- HOWEVER ARCHIE FUCKING BEATING THE SHIT OUT BRET WE LOVE TO SEE IT.

- Someone actually beating Betty at “her own game” and bringing her down a peg? Love that, wish we saw more of it. The only few times we ever got it was when Sweet Pea rightfully called her out for using the Serpents, and Veronica when she finally stands up for herself.

- ARCHIE WAS ABOUT TO CONFESS NOOOO BETTY WHY. So we get a Barchie window scene but it’s Betty (who came out of nowhere like how would she know does she have his room bugged or something?) commanding Archie to not tell his mom smh Barchie’s were ROBBED

- Imagine Jughead’s dumbass telling his almost-sister girlfriend about his plan but not his SHERIFF father………… like the smartest thing would be to get his dad’s help and not some impulsive girl who never thinks before she does shit. (On this note though I’m making a Jeronica drabble/short story where Veronica helps Jughead fake his death and it’ll be much more interesting than this forced, cluttered bs so be on the lookout!)

- HOWEVER the Souphead and Jughead discourse is pretty interesting because we’re not sure whether they pulled a PLL (even though everyone hated it) by bringing in someone we’ve never heard of before and having them be the culprit (aka the “Jughead” who died), or if Jughead is actually dead and will start playing as Souphead (which would be really really good) (by the way, us Jerronica’s claim Souphead so um we can just alter our headcanon a bit if that’s the case)

- Betty stop pretending that your mom and your future step dad are dumb… just tell them what happened Jesus Christ

- Veronica 🥺🥺🥺 I feel for her because my mom’s in a somewhat similar position. Oh… he wants her to get along with Hermosa??? Maybe his illness is real because I was thinking he was gonna be like “it would be nice if you stopped going against me” which would obviously be a fake out but he chose to ask her to get along with Hermosa instead……… interesting……..

- DON’T TELL ME BETTY’S DUMB FUCKING ASS DIDN’T HIDE THE ROCK WITH HER AND JUGHEAD’S DNA ON IT?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!? And you call Betty the detective lmaoooooooooooo If Veronica was in charge this wouldn’t have happened lol

- CAN YOU JUST LET BETTY GET ARRESTED SO THERE’D BE AN ACTUAL INVESTIGATION INTO THIS BULLSHIT?!?!?! Also not Charles, an FBI agent, lifting up evidence they’re switching in plain view…

- THE STONIES RUINING VERONICA’S CHANCE AT COLLEGE?!??!?!? BITCH PLEASE WHY ARE THEY DRAGGING VERONICA INTO THIS?!?!? Suddenly it’s not Hiram, but the preppies………??? God I’m so sick of this

- Veronica is such a G like Betty has treated her like trash and she’s still here for her. Also, every time Veronica comes into the plot with a plan it’s always thought out well and she just… always comes through but Betty is the girl with the plan??? make it make sense luv

- If they make Charles in on it for some reason or some how that would be interesting but really sad because I like Charles and Falice deserves better.

- If Donna is the one who actually hit him, wouldn’t there be her DNA on it too???

- GOD THIS STORY IS JUST SO FUCKING… DUMB…………

- BETTY MAKES ARCHIE GO?!?!!?!?! GOD POOR FP THOUGH NO— lmao so people just let Bret and Donna go up to the door okay…….

- Imagine if they actually handled Jughead’s death storyline well and made it enjoyable and interesting, imagine how great it could have been instead of this forced, boring bs sigh

- Mary :((( WAIT IS ARCHIE FINALLY TELLING HIS MOM—

- The fact that they don’t let Veronica mourn Jughead smh… also can we stop with the fucking infuriating detective!Hermosa we already have Betty and that’s awful enough.

- LMAOOOOOO BETTY REALLY BE POINTING OUT EVERYONE PLAYFULLY SHIPPING HER AND DONNA

- So now Betty only wants to get rid of Donna and not Bret??? Fucking WHY??? This isn’t about her being better than sleuthing and being a bitch than you, Betty, this is about Jughead, your step-brother boyfriend. Also, Betty you ain’t scary or badass and never (scary, she has had SOME badass moments) have been

- Hey, Betty’s wearing Jughead’s jacket… that’s low-key cute but you didn’t hear that from me.

- Why they put Varchie together in one cell and Betty in another?? lmao what—

- So I think Archie did tell his mom, and now the parents are in on it and the arrest is just to make the preppies think they’re safe/slip up… anyways thank God that’s over

#Riverdale #Thoughts #Veronica Lodge #Archie Andrews #anti-betty cooper

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dazzledamazon · 4 years

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Not the Same as Everyone 5/?

SOA fic Juice

“What did ya wish for kid?,” Bobby asked.

“Tradition says that if she tells, it won’t come true,” Half pointed out.

“I have heard that,” Tig said, grinning, just being Tig. “Baby girl here, now that she’s got the uniform, might wish to become a mechanic.”

“Or to snag a mechanic eh, luv?,” Chibs commented with a wink sent her way.

“Well I know she’d pick me,” Kozik teased.

Gemma and Donna were laughing their asses off. When the egos got started, the boys could get hysterical. Especially when it’s all in fun.

“Nah Koz, it’s all me man. These are the better blue eyes,” Tig said batting his blue eyes.

“Sorry but I have the accent. Ladies luv this Scot,” Chibs said grinning.

Jax chimed in,” Well I got the California boy thing going on. Ladies go for that biker bad boy Cali look.”

“Well I am the quiet, bad boy type,” Happy said.

Sunny was nearly on the floor laughing so hard. She wiped her eyes and looked at the men she’d come to feel as family.

Juice wrapped his arms around her waist, “What did you wish for?”

“I didn’t have to. These goofballs are actually right. There was no wish this year. Not when I had already gotten it a few hours earlier,” she smiled, turning around in his arms and kissing Juice. “I guess I did get a mechanic after all.”

“Whoa when did this happen?,” Tig asked.

“Today. When he found me at the beach.”

Happy looked at him sternly,”Be good to her or else.”

“Always,” he replied, holding her tightly.

Gemma knew it would happen. She and Donna shared a knowing smile. They were perfect for each other.

“The killer never had a chance huh,?” Happy teased, giving her a hug. “Seriously Sun he will be good to you. He really loves you. No one better”

She and Happy were very, very close. He was as close as Athena was to her. They clicked immediately. Juice was talking to Clay and Jax. Opie and Donna hugged Sunny at once.

“Happy Birthday babe,” Opie said.

Donna handed her a small box. Sunny opened it, finding an eagle slave ring/bracelet. She had seen it in a magazine and Donna didn’t forget it. It really wasn’t exspensive. Under $30 but Sunny just didn’t get it for herself.

“Sunny, you do so much for everyone. Take care of the guys, listen to em, doctor, confidant, cook, basically almost a second mom to these idiots. Same goes for the old ladies and even the croweaters. Try to go help everyone, never judge etc. Once in a while come to us huh? We want to help you. We love you Sunny. Let us return it ok?,” Donna asked, giving her a hug.

“I will. Besides Juicy here won’t let me not ask for help,” she said, giving him a kiss, as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

Chibs grinned at her,”Luv we’d be crazy without ye here. Luv ya darlin.”

“Now to survive all the PDA,” Jax laughed.

@everyhowlmarksthedead @starrynite7114 @elcococruz @chibsytelford @hermankopusortizorsumshite @imagineredwood @mayans-mc mc @arveeee @shameless-pope @basickassandra

#sons of anarchy #juice ortiz #juice x reader #my writing

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falinscloaca · 5 years

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RTD Doctor Who:

+ character-facing storytelling with a strong heart. can’t really say more

+ occasionally fantastic writing

+ camp

+ Donna was excellent

+ Martha was alright and the fact she felt like a grown woman was good

+ generally liberal in terms of politics which is something at least, it kept up with the general spiritual grounding of the classic series pretty well (regrettably for good and for bad but. well i mention the whole deal with mickey in the “-“s section down there)

+ actually got Moffat to write some decent material

+ really interesting aliens amoungst the random animal people, especially on its rare off-earth-trips

+ actually mostly resolves story lines in a way that at least has a sense of internal logic

+ Donna’s grandpa was excellent too

+ when the series did decide to ramp up emotional stakes in an actually mature way it was outright brilliant (see: Dalek, Silence in the Library/Forest of the Damned, Midnight, Turn Left, the conclusion of Waters of Mars wrt mortal causality and the doctors arrogant betrayal thereof, etc)

+ his era’s dalek designs were fuckin excellent

+ i even have a lot of intellectually stimulating things to say about its negatives

- Skeletor long-jumping lighting-hands speed-eating low-rent-riddler-impersonator master who has none of his classic-who dignity (even in sound of drums) and whose story implies him being just an outright abuser just to make it so that someone besides the doctor or one of the main cast has to shoot him uwu

- the “he will knock four times” foreshadowing thing was fine in itself but a) it should’ve found actually omniscient beings with a reasonable explanation why to parrot it instead of just a human turning out to be psychic and the ood being inexplicably advanced

- it often forgets how time travel works (the doctor rushing into his tardis so he isn’t late to an even that happeneds thousands of years before and hopefully stops it before it already happens, for instance)

- Rose sucks, i can’t quite put it into words but i don’t like her. also the arc of her and the doctor falling in luv is fucking gross since its equivalent to bestiality in a broad sense. also russel expecting me to feel sad about it three-and-a-wierd-specials-season in a row? L . what did the doctor even see in her.

-the way mickey is depicted is racist and the fact that after a few seasons of not being around very much he and martha are suddenly a couple for The End of Time. when martha was already IN a relationship with another guy and the only explanation Russel gave as to why was that the guy was abusive off-screen. also martha and mickey never interacted much. so russel invokes abuse just to pair the only major black protagonists from his run together even though they hardly interacted and don’t even have chemistry? i don’t think i’m qualified to even explain the ways this sucks but G-d its awful

-the slitheen are fucking stupid and walking fart jokes. also their plan relies on literally everyone else being stupid too. Boom Town was alright though.

- Rassilon went from “omnipotent time-god who was imprisoned in eternal slumber in this weird hunting ground-y hell-reminiscent-kinda place called the Death Zone (and even though he was asleep he could still petrify people instantly if he wants and is very much conscious so like. if he was awake he’d probably be in complete control of the universe as those in the story know it)” to “impotent angry supervillain fashy man who rules the time lords and needs a glove to disintegrate one person at a time and gets fucking owned by a hungry skeletor with stubble” and there isn’t even an explanation WHY

- the doctor tended to be a smug prick

- this is petty but the doctor was too young/conventionally attractive

- honestly most importantly the doctors hardline stance against killing of any kind is fucking disgusting. people bring up Batman as the primo “oh no uwu i cant kill this man who’s killed hundreds bc it’ll make me feel bad uwu” but the doctor REFUSES TO KILL SOMEONE WHO’S A LEGITIMATE DANGER TO ALL LIFE IN THE UNIVERSE AND MASS MURDERER OF ENTIRE POPULATIONS AND EVEN HAS THE FUCKING GALL TO HUG HIM AND SAY “ I FORGIVE YOU” ONCE HES WON AND THE MASTER WOULD OTHERWISE BE GOOD AS DEAD. DOES BATMAN HUG THE JOKER WHILE THE JOKER’S KNIFE IS STILL BLOODIED?! NO!!

- also the series hypes up the doctor as way more important in the grand scheme than he really should be. its hard to feel invested when the protagonist is space jesus

- the plot arcs it does hardly connect within themselves by any actual logic (this is mostly about bad wolf and the doctors regen though tbh)

- tonally it was all over the place

- also it relied on old who aliens too much for finales

~Most importantly, and this is weirdly also kinda a positive since its a direct complement to the showrunner, given his actual writing skill its obvious Russel was dumbing everything down for mass appeal when he absolutely did not need to

i was originally just going to write both russel’s and moffat’s runs but tbh i’m fucking tired expect part 2 where i rip moffat into small bloody chunks even worse than i did here to russel eventually maybe

#doctor who #racism

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albionscastle · 5 years

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Rainy Night

I am on a weird kind of roll right now. I blame it on the photoshoot posted the other day...you all know the one. Lowden in a jumper I mean......it’s like porn.

Anyway this is just a oneshot, a girl with a crush gets caught in the rain, queue knight in woolly jumper.

FIC MASTERLIST

RAINY NIGHT

There were tears in your eyes as you gathered your things, waiting until you were sure that everyone else had left before you chanced opening the door. You didn’t want them to know that you had overheard them talking, not that it would matter in the slightest. In fact they would probably get even more pleasure from knowing that you had heard what was being said about you.

The lights were out down the hall and even your own people weren’t here this late. You could meander out, take your time and say your silent goodbyes. It was a shame, you thought sadly, you’d actually liked this job, even if it was only a temporary gig. Cutting it short a few weeks would hurt your bank account, but it would save your pride. Maybe.

You considered leaving your resignation on the counter, but no, your boss deserved more than that from you. You would show your face once more, tomorrow and hopefully have come up with a better excuse for quitting than ‘mean girls’ for leaving her in the lurch.

A noise startled you into jumping, spinning around with a yelp. The man standing in the doorway was the absolute last person on earth you wanted to see.

“Shit, sorry luv, didnae mean tae scare ye.”

Your heart was hammering in your chest as you levelled him with the blandest scare you could muster.

“I thought everyone had gone home for the night.” you managed to splutter.

“A few o us stayed back tae go over some lines.”

A few of us no doubt meaning his two co-stars, Tweedlebitch and Tweedlebitchier, the gossips who apparently lived just to make others miserable.

“Anyways,” Jack stepped further into the kitchen, his head tilted, frowning as he looked at you. “I came tae see if I could steal a piece o cake from the fridge. I didnae realize ye were still here.”

You’d had a feeling that he was the one who’d been doing just that, pretty much every day. Any other time it would have amused you to no end, catching him out like this.

“It’s on the third shelf.” you murmured instead, turning away and pretending to rifle through a folder. “Are ye ok lass?” his voice seemed closer and you took a deep breath to hold back your tears.

“I’m fine, long day.” you ground out, refusing turn around.

No way was anyone going to see you cry, least of all him.

His hand came to rest on your shoulder, just as it had a dozen times before. This time you shrugged him off roughly, still refusing to turn around, tears pricking at your eyes.

“Ya can talk tae me if ye need lass.”

You couldn’t help but hear the hurt in his voice which made you feel even worse. What was happening to you wasn’t his fault, he’d done nothing but be friendly.

“I’m just really tired,” and this was the last time you would ever see him, “I’ll be fine, I promise.” Not a chance, but he didn’t need to know that.

You held your breath until you were sure that he was gone, waiting even a few minutes after that to pull your shit together. Not a chance you were going to tell him what had upset you, he would know tomorrow anyway, rumors had a way of spreading fast. At least you wouldn’t be around to see his reaction when he realised the truth to it.

Your car was parked almost half a mile away and the walk in the chilly autumn air gave you time to think about what you’d heard. Jack’s co-stars also happened to be two of the most stunning women in the world. Playing sisters, they were both young, tall, blonde and perfect. They were also two of the rudest people you’d ever had the misfortune to deal with, and you’d been in customer service for years. From day one they’d fixated on you, the most inexperienced of the catering team, but it had mostly been stupid shit. The usual demands and complaints of the entitled. If you were honest, you’d enjoyed the looks on their faces every time that you’d been able to say no to them.

Jack, on the other hand had been a delight, charming everyone with his warmth and humor. The man had made the catering area his second home and there wasn’t a day that he was on set that he couldn’t be found there, usually begging for cake. He’d just been friendly, and since you did the baking, it was usually you that he was trying to charm.

It wasn’t his fault that you’d developed a huge crush, who wouldn’t? Even your boss, a robust matron, happily married with grandkids, sighed dreamily whenever Jack was around. You’d done a pretty damn good job of hiding your feelings, or so you’d thought until tonight. You shivered in the cool air, wrapping your arms around yourself as you trudged through the gravel, remembering what you overheard. You’d been cleaning up after a service, alone in the room when you’d heard them tittering, not realising you were still there.

‘Poor Jack,” Sonia, the eldest of the two, “I don’t know how he puts up with it, every day.”

The other one had murmured in agreement and your ‘spidey senses’ started tingling.

“I mean it’s just pathetic the way she moons over him when it’s so obvious to everyone, no shame whatsoever.”

“She’s totally clueless, and Jack tries so hard to be nice, it must be exhausting.”

You had frozen, white hot dread washing over you as they continued.

“Why she thinks he would even look at her is beyond me, not with the size of her ass.” Sonia giggled.

Your face had burned.

“Everyone is starting to notice, the silly cow is only going to be a laughing stock if she keeps this up. I mean, she makes those cakes every day just like she’s his mother.”

“She’s too ugly to even be a mother, who’d want to sleep with that?”

They’d dissolved into laughter as they left the room and you’d finished out the rest of the day in some kind of numb shock. You refused to leave the kitchen again, putting yourself on the much loathed dish duty until everyone left you alone.

You were so humiliated.

That it was apparently so obvious you had a thing for Jack was sickening, especially when you’d worked so hard to act normal around him. It was awful knowing that everyone knew, even worse, to feel like he’d just been taking pity on you this whole time.

In fact that was probably the worst part, if you were honest. You would never be able to face him again if all he felt was pity for the poor little fat girl with a hopeless crush, and you didn’t want him to be embarrassed. Jack had been so kind to you and the least that you could do was not put him in this position. It was better for him too if you just disappeared. Your heart would get over it soon enough. You hoped.

By the time you reached your car you were freezing and dying for the hoodie that you’d foolishly left on the front seat along with…..

“Son of a bitch!”

Your car keys at on top of your sweater, glinting mockingly at you through the locked door. Rummaging through your purse you looked for your phone, even though calling the lock out service at 8:30pm on a Sunday would take hours and cost a week’s pay if you were lucky. The memory of stuffing it in the front pocket of your sweater came at the exact moment you realised it wasn’t in your bag.

“Seriously!?” you yelled at the Universe. “What the fuck else could go wrong?!”

The Universe responded with a cold, fat raindrop hitting you in the nose, swiftly accompanied by several million of his closest friends. Within seconds you were soaked through, shivering and glad the rain was hiding the tears that ran down your cheeks. If you started walking now you might be able to hail a cab in town, in about an hour. Until then you were on your own, cold, wet and crying your way into a hysterical pity party.

At least your purse was waterproof.

So caught up were you in your misery that you missed the headlights coming toward you until the last minute, groaning when you recognized the vehicle.

Of course it was Jack, who else would just happen along at your worst moment? The Universe was officially a bitch.

“Y/N?” the passenger side window rolled down while Jack leaned over looking dry, warm and concerned.

“I’m fine Jack. I’m waiting for the lockout service.” you tried to smile, as if all was well, knowing you looked like a drowned rat.

Jack’s eyes narrowed.

“Bullocks Y/N, get in the car. I’m no leavin ye like this.”

“Really Jack, I’m fine.” you jumped at a loud clap of thunder, and then you saw the look on his face.

He wasn’t buying it, you could see his jaw twitching.

“Get in the car Y/N, before I throw ye over me shoulder an force ye in.”

His voice said it all, he was livid. You blinked once, trying to decide if he meant it. The look in his eyes said it all and you sighed before stepping over to the door and pulling it open.

“It’s too wet Jack, I’ll just ruin your seats.”

He stared at you, then undid his belt, hand on his door to open it. With a squeak you jumped inside, squishing into the seat and hanging your head.

“The fuck were ye thinkin stayin oot in the rain in this cold, are ye daft?”

He fiddled with the heat while he ranted at you, turning it on full blast and aiming all the vents at you. You couldn’t even answer, your teeth were chattering so much.

“Ye’re turnin blue woman!”

From the corner of your eye you saw him shrug out of his woollen jumper and holding it out to you.

“Put it on before ye freeze tae death.”

You looked at the jumper like it was offensive, it was bad enough that you were dripping all over his car. This was. No.

“I’ll be fine till I get home.” you managed through clenched teeth, hoping he wouldn’t notice you shaking.

He simply sat, brows raised until you sighed and took it from him. Aware you were acting like a spoiled child you started to pull it on.

“Is no goin tae do ye any good if ye donnae take off tha wet shirt first ye numpty.”

No way. There was not a chance in hell you were going to take off your shirt in front of him. Even if he did have a very valid point, damn him. Jack, naturally noticed your hesitation. “I’ll close me eyes an turn away if tha helps.” he shrugged, doing just that. “Is no like there’s anythin left tae hide anyway.” he muttered.

You looked down at yourself and groaned loudly, realising your white shirt was completely translucent. Jack chuckled under his breath as you quickly peeled it off, your soaked bra doing almost nothing to cover you in the cold. The heat of embarrassment flooded through you and you pulled on his jumper, wishing you could literally be anywhere than with him right now. Tears filled your eyes again as the warmth from his body and the smell of him eveloped you. He was by far the nicest man you’d ever met and, as usual, you’d managed to make an arse of yourself around him. You knew what you were, and what people thought of you, especially men. That Jack now had a taste of how unattractive you were underneath your clothing was just humiliating. You could only hope that he didn’t think any of this had been a lame attempt to lure him in.

“Where’s home luv?” Jack finally spoke up, looking at you as you slowly stopped shivering.

“Just take me to the nearest hotel.”

“House keys too huh?”

“Yup, when I decide to fuck up I like to make sure that it’s a complete disaster.”

Jack laughed, pulling the car onto the road.

“Ah’ve seen worse, fuck in school I did worse. Donnae sweat it yeah.”

“Easy for you to say.” you muttered under your breath.

“Seriously lass, we’ve all had shite happen, ye canna let it derail ye.”

Too late, you thought bitterly, watching the landscape through the rain. If it had just been the keys it would have been a completely different kettle of fish.

“There’s a Holiday Inn up there.” you responded instead, seeing the lights up ahead.

“Aye, I see it.” Jack murmured, completely missing the exit. “I’m no leavin ye at a strange place wi no phone and no clothes.”

“It’s a motel Jack, not a crackhouse.”

“Doesna matter, I’m no goin tae leave ye stranded like tha. Ye can stay at my place and we’ll call the lockout in the morning.”

The tone of his broked no opposition and inside you panicked, even though you simply nodded tightly. You were swiftly learning that there was no arguing with this man. Instead you spent the rest of the drive in silence, squishing uncomfortably in your wet jeans and feeling more guilty with every passing minute.

“Shite! I didna even think tae ask if ye needed tae call anyone tae let them know ye won’t be home.”

“Like who?” you laughed.

“I dunno, yer man mebe.” Jack shrugged, turning to look at you as you burst out laughing.

“Yeah ok Jack, funny. Do you think if I had a boyfriend I would have asked you to drive me to a motel?”

“Well, no, but still I didna wan tae step on any toes.”

“Fat chance of that.” you muttered, looking out the window again.

There hadn’t been a boyfriend in….well ever if you were honest. Of course there had been a couple of...you didn’t even know what to call them, but you’d learned early on that they weren’t boyfriends, no matter how much you’d hoped otherwise. You had come to terms with it long ago.

Of course Jack didn’t know that, but since you’d apparently been so obviously fawning all over him it should have been quite apparent.

“Why do ye say it like tha?” Jack sighed, pulling into a small parking garage.

“Huh?”

“Nevermind. Home sweet home!”

You followed Jack to the lift, cringing at the squeaky, wet noises you made as you walked and the mess you were inevitably leaving in your wake. Jack stopped in front of his door, opening it to step inside and turn on a light. One look at the immaculate and shiny hardwood floor had you hesitating. “Come on in lass, I promise ye is no a trap, unless ye wan tae be my prisoner. In which case the cuffs are in the bedside drawer.” he said with a wink that stopped you in your tracks.

You knew it was a joke, deep down, but a part of you still jumped in excitement at the subtle flirt. Just as it always did when Jack flirted, which was pretty much any time he opened his mouth. On a better day you would have countered him with a preference for scarves, but not now. Not knowing that he would probably think you were really flirting with him. Your bantering had taken on a whole new meaning now.

Offering him a weak smile instead, you stepped into his flat, closing the door behind you and standing there in your puddle. You watched as Jack walked around, gathering some things from the dryer and moving them to the bathroom.

“Go take a shower luv, there’s dry clothes fer ye and I’ll throw yer wet ones in the wash.”

The thought of hot steam and warm clothes was too strong to offer him any resistance and you soon found yourself standing under the hot water trying to figure out exactly how you’d managed to end up here. The events of the day seemed so far away, almost as if they didn’t happen. It was only when you had dried yourself and reached for something to wear that it all hit home for you again. Even fresh from the wash, Jack’s clothes smelled like him and despite your extra pounds, they somehow still hung on you. The flannel pants were too long and you had to roll the waistband until they barely perched on your hips. Same deal with the jumper he’d given you. He’d also given you a t-shirt and you probably would have been warm enough with it alone but that did not fit well enough across your chest for comfort. No way were you going out there in that with no bra on.

Eventually you gathered the courage to exit the bathroom, wet clothes balled up in your hands.

“And she lives!” Jack was grinning at you like a loon from the kitchen. “Let me take those fer ye.”

Before you could refuse, he’d lifted your clothes from your hands, shaking them into the washing machine. Your cheeks felt hot when you saw your underthings in his long fingers, and not just because you’d been wearing what you called your ‘utility’ bra. Any underthings able to keep your ‘assets’ in check seemed to lack any kind of feminine embellishment.

Boring and uninspired and not even close to being sexy. Just like you.

It seemed that Jack’s flat was much like him, attractive but unassuming, warm, inviting and comfortable. Despite yourself it was easy to relax into the soft couch and eat heartily when he brought you a sandwich. Jack hunted for something to watch, settling on some dancing reality show, while you gradually felt more comfortable. It seemed he wasn’t aware of the rumors and since you were still determined to walk away, you decided to enjoy this while you could.

“Why’d ye let those two cows upset ye so much?” he spoke suddenly, causing you to choke on your food in shock.

His hand thumped your back a few times while you coughed and sputtered trying to catch your breath again.

“What are you talking about?” you managed between coughs, aware that his hand was now rubbing your back gently.

“Don try tae act like ye donna know, Y/N. Ye weren’t the only one in the room.”

Oh. Holy. Fuck.

“Who else heard?” you whispered, trying to physically curl up into yourself, anything to escape.

“Jus me, no one else. I didnae hear all of it, but I heard enough. They knew ye were there.”

“Of course they did.” you muttered. “I’m not stupid.”

“Aye, but ye are a bit daft luv. Ye canna let them get tae ye like that.”

“Easy for you to say Jack.” Suddenly you were angry at them, at yourself and at him, how could he just brush it all off like that?

“Did it ever occur tae ye tha they only said any of it tae upset ye? They’re just jealous.”

You scoffed, knowing it was all true.

“What reason would they have to be jealous of my fat arse? Get into the real world Jack.”

“Why do ye talk about yourself like tha?”

“Like what? I have a fat arse, it’s not like anyone can miss it.”

“I’ve spent enough time looking at yer arse tae know it’s perfect just the way it is.” That stopped you. Staring at him wordlessly you saw him shrug matter of factly.

“Tansy is jealous because she’s built like a piece o wood, and Sonia? Suffice tae say she’s a right bitch when she doesna get what she wants.”

“What?” you swallowed hard, still stunned by his bald statement about your rear end. “What didn’t she get?”

“Me, lass.”

“Why would, what, I’m confused.”

Jack laughed, his hand moving to tousle your hair before standing.

“Let me get us a drink an I’ll tell ye the whole sordid tale.”

He came back to the couch with a couple of beers, waiting until he’d taken a few gulps before he spoke.

“Now then, where were we?”

“Sordid tale.”

“Righ, ok so ye remember the first day on set yeah? All the introductions an the like?”

“Vaguely, the catering staff weren’t really a big part of that.”

“But I met ye tha day, remember? I kept buggin ye fer another piece o cake.”

“I seem to remember being following around by a child whining about thirds.”

Jack’s eyes narrowed at your small smirk.

“Yer cruel lass, tha day too. Ye told me I needed tae watch my figure.”

“Eh, I vaguely remember something of the sort.” you shrugged, enjoying his small chuckle against the bottle at his lips.

“Anyway, I took my poor, bruised ego off tae my trailer tae get settled an it turned oot I wasna alone.”

Your eyes widened.

“Sonia had managed tae get in an was jus sittin there in heels, ye ken?”

Oh you kenned, the thought of it made you cringe.

“What did you do?” Did you even really want to know.

“I told her tae get dressed and leave, tha I wasnae interested. Believe me when I say she didna take it well.”

You just stared at him blankly.

“Well first she tried tae change my mind, an well,” his cheeks reddened, “when she couldna get a…..rise, she left me alone.”

Awkward.

“But I don’t understand what her striking out with you has to do with me.”

Jack looked at you, confusion evident on his face.

“Wow, ye really don’t do ye?”

“Perhaps someone should explain it to me?” you ground out.

“First, tell me summan. Is there any truth tae what they said?”

“Which part?” you squeaked, gulping down your beer, hoping to avoid the question.

“The part where ye haf a thing fer me.”

Please, you thought, please just let the ground open up and swallow me up. Right now. Please.

You sputtered rather than answering, eyes darting around the room, looking anywhere but at him. For a second you actually thought about denying it, but really, what was the point? He already knew, everyone already knew and it wasn’t going to make things any better if you denied it.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath you met his gaze, shoulders slumping in defeat.

“I’m sorry.” you whispered. “I thought I was doing a better job of hiding it. I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable.”

And if you could just be struck by lightning right now and put out of your misery that would be great, you thought as Jack remained silent.

“You don’t have to worry about it. I won’t be back on set. I’m resigning. It was never my intention to cause this much drama.”

“Are ye oot of yer mind woman! Why would ye do tha? Can ye no think fer one second why Sonia would focus on ye like this?”

You were so startled by the harshness of his tone that you didn’t know what to say.

“It’s ye she’s jealous of.”

The laugh you emitted was sharp even to your ears, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“She’s got absolutely no reason to be jealous of me, Jack.”

Jack sighed, putting down his beer before wiping his hands on his jeans.

“She’s go every reason tae be jealous o ye Y/N. Ye’re smart, talented, kind, funny, lovely and, well hot.”

Your head spun toward him, not believing your own ears. Jack turned, inching closer on the couch, his hand reaching out to brush damp hair away from your face.

“But the number one reason why she singled ye out Y/N is because it’s you I want, no her.”

Your heart beat erratically in your throat, eyes wide in disbelief as Jack’s fingers traced along your jaw. You shivered as he touched you, your fingers twisting in the wool of your jumper. This had to be some kind of mad hallucination, probably brought on by hypothermia. Ten to one you were laying in a rainy ditch somewhere this whole time.

Jack’s eyes caught yours, bright blue and intense as he tilted his head toward you. Keeping his eyes on yours his lips brushed against the corner of your mouth, the rough bristles of his beard scraping against your tender skin. He smiled against you, your eyes finally fluttering shut as his mouth pressed firmly against yours. His hands cupped your cheeks, tongue taking advantage of your gasp to snake across your teeth and into your mouth. An arrow shot of heat travelled down your spine, stabbing into your lower belly. You shuddered, hearing him chuckle as he broke away.

“If tha doesna make ye understand then nothin will.”

You opened your eyes to the sight of him in front of you, his cheeks flushed pink, lips slightly swollen and damp, his eyes both soft and wanted. He was right, you were convinced, even if you didn’t understand why. You felt a surge of confidence, a lightness unlike any you’d felt before and your lips spread into a smile. Your usual good humor had returned.

“I’m not sure I’m there yet, I’m super hard to convince.”

“Is tha so lass?” Jack’s gaze turned positively wicked. “Lets see what I can do about that shall we?”

You yelped as he moved lightning, dragging your body to straddle his lap. He looked up you now, fingers threading through your hair before sliding down your back to your waist.

“Remember when I said tha Sonia couldna get a raise?”

“Mmmm hmmm.” you murmured, your fingertips exploring his face.

His palms slid down over your rear and for a moment you felt self conscious, until he caught your eye and you saw the heat there. With a grin he pressed you closer until, with a gasp you were pressed up against him completely, the hard length of him between your thighs.

“As ye can tell I donae haf tha problem wi ye. In fact, half the time it’s all I can do tae hide this.”

He swiveled his hips against you, his lips and tongue smothering your moan as his hardness rubbed against your aching center. The kiss grew rough as you rocked against him, fingers tugging at his hair, his hands guiding you into a rhythm that had you panting into one another’s mouths. Jack’s hand slid up under your jumper, breaking the kiss long enough to yank it off over your head before returning to bite at your mouth and jaw. The pressure between your legs was almost unbearable, the layers of clothing failing to provide the friction you needed.

Desperate for breath you broke away, chest heaving as you dragged air into your lungs.

“Fuck love, ye are incredible.” Jack growled, staring at where the thin cotton of his shirt strained over your breasts. Another body part that you were particularly sensitive about and Jack noticed. He liked his lips, mouth open as he continued to stare, raising a hand to palm your breast, his thumb stroking your nipple to life. You sucked in a breath, your hips grinding against him as he ran both hands over you, scraping and pinching, every touch a dart of want into your belly.

“Jack!” you hissed, his teeth scraping you through the fabric.

“Ye haf no idea how much I’ve wanted ye, luv.” he muttered. “I know ye didna know it, but every time I saw ye I had tae try so hard tae hide it. I dreamed of touching ye here…” His hand cupped your breast gently.”....every where Y/N, I’ve dreamed o touchin ye everywhere.”

A brief and unwelcome thought flashed into your mind, was he just the same as the rest of them? Only interested in one thing from you? Jack must have seen it in your eyes because he stopped everything, his knuckles stroking your cheek.

“I’m mad fer ye darlin, and it’s no jus fer this. I need ye tae know tha, I didna intend fer this tae happen. I was actually working up the courage tae ask ye out tonight, till those two bitches fucked that up. Nothin is going tae happen tonight…” Jack smiled ruefully. “..well nothin more than this. I wan tae at least go tae dinner a few times before we jump intae bed. I’m pretty sure that neither one o us are lookin fer a one-time or casual thing.”

“Right.”

“Obviously, when the time is right….” his eyes swept hotly over you. “You and me are goin tae be dynamite.”

“You seem pretty sure of yourself.” you arched a brow at his smug grin.

Which quickly turned into a look of panic.

“I mean….if ye wan tae go out wi me tha is….”he stammered for a moment.

“I meant about us being dynamite you goob.” “Ohhhhhhh.” he looked abashed for a second before his eyes glinted wickedly again. “I can give ye a preview if ye wan.”

You leaned down, your nose brushing against his.

“I wan.” you whispered, mimicking his accent. “Then we can talk about dinner.”

He sucked in his breath with a hiss as your teeth bit at his neck.

“Ye’re goin tae be the death o me aren’t ye lass?”

“I’m going to try very hard.”

“Speakin o hard.” his mouth was hot against your ear as he grabbed your hand from his hair, guiding until your palm rested against his length.

“I would say that qualifies.” you agreed, tentatively squeezing him through his jeans, just enough for him to throw his head back and moan.

His hips bucked under your hand, thighs shaking beneath yours. Every slide of your hand gave rise to a new noise ripped from his throat. The sight of him below you, his teeth biting his lip, fingers gripping your hips as he jerked and sighed was almost enough to finish you off. You wanted his mouth again, brushing your lips over his until he pressed back. His head surged forward, one hand cupping the back of your head as he almost devoured you. His other hand slid over the front of you, his fingers dipping just under the rolled waistband of your pants.

Jack’s mouth left yours long enough to mutter, “Jus a preview, right?”

He waited for your nod before kissing you again, his hand moving to cup between your thighs, his fingers rubbing gently along the center of you. Your cry was swallowed by his tongue, his hips grinding against your hand. You could feel him throbbing through his jeans, the knowledge that it was your touch getting him off pushing you almost to the edge. His fingers moved against you, your hips rolling against them until they were exactly where you needed them.

Your whole body shuddered as your movements feel into matching rhythms, his fingers, your hand, your hips all moving perfectly. So close, you were so close and you couldn’t breathe, your head falling to rest on his shoulder. His ragged breath was hot in your ear, his free hand tangling in the hair at the back of your head, yanking your head back so he could run his tongue up the front of your neck. “Now imagine mah mouth instead of mah hand, or both,” he gritted his teeth as your nails scraped over him through his jeans in response. “I’m good wi both.”

His toungue flicked out against your mouth as his fingers dipped and stroked the center of you. I was almost enough, and yet you still wanted so much more. You whimpered, hips rolling against his hand, feeling him twitch under your fingers.

“Look at me.” he said roughly, tugging your hair until you met his eyes. “I wan tae see yer face when I make ye come.”

Your body jerked, the heat in your belly boiling as you felt the telltale ripple inside you.

“Yes, jus like tha darling. I’ll be right behind ye.”

You were so ready, but you didn’t want it to end, you had never felt this good, no one had ever worked your body this skillfully. Certainly no one had ever made you orgasm without even touching your skin, this was, just…….

You wailed at the moment his thumb pushed in as far in as your clothing allowed, just that tiny penetration was enough to make you fly apart. Your thighs clenched around his hand as your body writhed and shuddered on his lap, whimpering as his fingers keeping rubbing, drawing it out longer than you’d ever experienced before.

“Christ love, tha was gorgeous.” he grunted as you started to breathe again. Your hand still had him in a vice grip, his length jerking and swelling under your fingers. As he had done you watched his face as his head fell back, gasping for air as you slid your other hand down, cupping and scraping his balls, matching the rhythm of your hands.

“Fuck! God, that’s good, I’m so close….” his neck and face were red, sweat on his brow as his whole body strained against you. His hips started jerking uncontrollably and he let out a yell as he came, his back arching and his hands gripping the couch.

You watched as he shuddered back to Earth, his limp arms reaching up to wrap around you, pulling you against him as he breathed into your hair. Long minutes passed as you burrowed into one another’s necks, your heart finally beating at a normal rate, his breath now calm. Pulling back you ran your eyes over his face, still pink and sweaty, his hair sticking up all over the place. He looked…

“Well tha was satisfying. In fact tha was fucking incredible Y/N.” Satisfied was the word you’d been looking for. It was perfect, you could only imagine how satisfied you would feel when he was finally inside you.

You could barely form a coherent thought, let alone articulate one, which led to a self assured gleam in his eye. He knew exactly how good he had made you feel and he certainly wasn’t ashamed of it. Or of you.

He proved it all night when every time he woke his mouth would brush against your neck as you snuggled against him. It felt amazing and unreal to wake up to his alarm, his arms tight around you until you both absolutely had to get up. For the first time you didn’t feel self conscious changing in front of him, in fact you enjoyed the frustrated grunt he gave when he watched you pull off your shirt leaving your chest bare to his hot gaze.

“Do me a favor today?” he came up to you as you tucked your t-shirt into your pants, all clean and dry now.

“What’s that?”

“Wear this over your shirt.” he handed you a button down shirt, specifically one that was uniquely and obviously his. Everyone would know it was his and the thought made your cheeks feel hot. “It will make me very happy tae see ye in mah shirt all day, and it will show everyone I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

Had he put it any other way you would have refused. Instead you pulled it on, tying it at your waist, knowing the buttons wouldn’t meet in the middle.

“Better?” you spun in front of him with a giggle.

“Perfect.”

He held your hand in the car all the way to work, constantly reassuring you that it was fine, that you were precious to him and that he would personally destroy anyone who hurt you. It didn’t take much thought to realise who he meant, you knew they would probably think you had stolen his shirt like a creepy stalker. That thought worried you.

Sure as shit, the two of them were right there as Jack pulled into the lot, tapping away on their phones as they waited for him, he’d told you that they did it every day. You gained satisfaction from the look on their faces as you stood up to close the car door, Jack coming around to take your hand. “Hey luv, I know it’s childish but….what do ye say we put them in their place?”

You nodded your agreement, barely managing a smile before his body pressed yours up against the car door, his hand holding the back of your neck. His lips were on yours, surprisingly gentle and your arms wrapped around his waist. He took your breath away, softly, sweetly and thoroughly, taking his time and kissing you slowly. It was the kiss of a lover, of a man who believed you were something precious to behold.

“That wasn’t just fer show, jus so ye know.” he smiled, brushing your nose with his. “The show is jus a perk.”

“I know what you’re doing Jack, if you think kissing me like that is going to get you an extra piece of cake today well….”

He cut you off with another kiss, short but just as sweet, leaving you feeling all wonky.

“You’re absolutely right.” you finished, enjoying his cheeky grin.

“Course I am, now let’s get tae it.”

“Get to what exactly?”

He slung his arm over your shoulder, neither of you even remembered that anyone else was there as you walked inside.

“The rest of our lives darlin.”

#jack x reader #jack lowden fic #jack lowden #jack lowden blurb #jack lowden fanfiction #jack fucking lowden #seriously fuck you and your perfect photos #never ever loose the beard

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marabellamusings-blog · 6 years

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Ore ga Ichirou

日本語

(俺が一郎 u better know ma steelo)

これがプロローグ　初めの一歩

踏み出さない奴にはない進歩

常にNO.1 player　蹴散らすぜヘイター

行く手阻む奴にゃpayback

We are the Dream team　その名を BUSTER (bros！)

ブクロ代表　カス蹴っ飛ばすか

行くぜ fake rapper　退治　無い容赦

情け無用「いっちょ本気出すか」

弱者いじめは柄じゃねえ

強者倒すことにしか興味ねえ

誰が裂ける　おれら兄弟の絆

疼きだすぜ　あの日の古傷が

1 for the show. and 2 for ma bros. なら

3 for the hood, で　俺ら参上 (holla)

俺が一郎　ここらで一度

お見知り置きを REP buster bros yo

「one」who’s the one 真の RAPPER

「two」rule the world I’m the リーダー

「three」言えよ say ma name louder

(俺が一郎 Big bro in the house yo)

これが伝説のヒプノシス MIC

Hip Hop の新時代　到来

まだいけるか？ Hands in the air yo

言えよ who’s the one「それは一郎」

これが新世紀の RAP. new generation

あっと言わせる flow. skill なら ma job

ビビったガセ rapper. murder する戦法

速攻で片付けて battle で圧倒

まだ見ぬ天井があることが

おれらのゲンドウ力闇を切り裂く

明日が雨(レイン)でも　仲間をシンジ

flow で刺して rhyme で打つパンチ

無いぜ限界　すで前代未聞の skill で

前人未到さ

仲間や家族　兄弟のためだ

どんな戦況でも　逃げちゃダメだ

中途半端なら出直せ wack じゃないぜ

おれに勝つ可能性 (u know？)

向かう敵陣 think なら better feel

向かうとこ敵なしだ　いざ出陣

「one」who’s the one 真の RAPPER

「two」rule the world I’m the リーダー

「three」言えよ say ma name louder

(俺が一郎 Big bro in the house yo)

これが伝説のヒプノシス MIC

Hip Hop の新時代　到来

まだいけるか？ Hands in the air yo

言えよ who’s the one「それは一郎」

Never ever disrespect ma crew

仲間　家族　舐めたら kill ‘em　容赦なく

おれら兄弟　揃えば無敵だろ

どんな作戦も　完璧に遂行

曲がったことが大嫌い

筋通すため歌うから give me da MIC

これは決意表明 MIC　通し鼓膜に共鳴

浮かぶ明快な光景

夢掴んだら離すな兄弟　理想が現実

超えるその日までは

never give up　声で使徒(しと)める悪徒

次のインパクトに備えろ rum show

I luv Hip Hop これが道標

切り開く道で　連れてくぜ異次元

着いて来れるやつは来い　いくぜ

新たな天井　超えたその先へ

[Chorus x2]

Romaji

Ore ga ichirou u betta know ma steelo

Kore ga purorogu hajime no ippo

Fumidasanai yatsu ni wanai shinpo

Tsuneni #1 player kechirasu za Hater

Yukute habamu yazunya payback

We are the Dream team sono na wa BUSTER (bros!)

‘Bukuro daihyo kasu kettobasu ka

Ikuze fake rapper taiji nai yousha

Nasake muyou “Iccho honkidasuka”

Jakusha ijime wa gara jyanee

Kyouja taosu koto ni shika kyouminee

Dare ga sakeru orera kyoudai no kizuna

Uzukidasuze ano hi no furukizu ga

1 for the show and 2 for my bros

Nara 3 for the hood de orera sanjou (holla)

Ore ga Ichirou kokora de ichido

Omishi oki wo REP buster bros yo

“ONE” Whos the one shinno rapper

“TWO” Rule the world im the leader

“THREE” ieyo say my name louder

Ore ga ichirou (big bro in the house yo)

Korega densetsu no hypnosis mic

Hip hop no shinjidai tourai

Mada ikeruka? Hands in the air yo

Ieyo Whos the one “sore wa ichirou”

Kore ga shinseiki no Rap. New generation

Atto Iwaseru flow skill nara ma job

Bibitta gaze rapper murder suru senpo

Sokko de katatsukete battle de attou

Mada minu tenjou ga aru koto ga

Orera no Gendo ryoku yami wo kirisaku

Ashita ga rain demo nakama wo shinji

Flow de sashite rhyme de utsu panchi

Naize genkai sude zendaimimon no skill de zenjinmitousa

Nakama ya kuzoku kyoudai no tameda

Donna senkyou demo nigecha dameda

Chuutohanpa nara denaose wack jyanaize ore ni katsu kanousei (u know?)

Mukau tekijin think nara better feel

Mukau to ko teki nashida izushujin

“ONE” Whos the one shin no RAPPER

“ONE” Rule the world im the leader

“THREE” Ieyo say my name louder

Ore ga ichirou (big bro in the house yo)

Korega densetsu no hipinoshisu MIC

Hip hop no shinjidai tourai

Mada ikeru ka? Hands in the air yo

Ieyo who’s the one “Sore wa Ichiro”

Never ever disrespect ma crew

Nakama kazu nametara kill ‘em

Youshanaku

Orera kyoudai soroeba muteki daro

Donna sakusen mo kanpeki ni suikou

Magatta koto ga daikirai

Suji tosu tame utau kara give me da MIC

Kore wa ketsui hyoumei MIC tooshi

Komaku ni kyoumei

Ukabu meikaina koukei

Yume tsukandara hanasu na kyoudai risou ga genjitsu

Koeru sono hi made wa

Never give up koe de shitomeru akito

Tsugi no inpakuto ni sonaeru rum show

I luv Hip Hop kore ga michishirube

Kirihiraku michi de tsuretekuze Ijigen

Tsuite kureru yatsuwa koi ikuze

Aratana tenjou koetara sono saki he

English

I am Ichiro, u betta know ma steelo

This is the prologue, the very first step

Guys who don’t progress won’t improve

The constant No. 1 player, I’ll kick away all haters

Getting in my way deserves a major payback

We are the Dram team, the name is BUSTER (bros!)

This ‘Bukuro representative will gladly teach scum a lesson

Let’s go, eliminate them fake rappers with no mercy

For mercy is fruitless

“Show me what you got”

Bullying the weak isn’t how I roll

My only interest is trouncing the powerful with a final blow

Whoever dare tear me and my bros apart

That day will come to be an ache in our hearts

ONE for the show and TWO for ma bros, as for THREE for the hood, so c’mon, here we go (holla)

The name is Ichirou, I’ll say it here again

Remember us, REP Buster Bros yo

“One” Who’s the one legendary RAPPER

“Two” Rule the world, I’m the leader

“Three” Come on, say my name louder

(I am Ichirou, Big Bro in the house yo)

This is the legendary Hypnosis MIC

The new generation of Hip Hop has arrived

Can you keep it comin’? Hands in the air yo

Shout it out, Who’s the one? “That would be Ichirou”

This is a new century of RAP. New Generation

Ma job is to leave you so amazed all you can think is of my flow and skill

To all faker rapper cowards, I’ll use my tacts to murder you

Dealt with through a crushing battle we’ll be wrapping this up swiftly

There’s still more to see

Once our words have cut off the darkness

Even if it rains tomorrow I’ll be believing in my comrades

Flow carries through my rhymes so I can strike a punch

Real unlimited

My unparalleled unprecedented skill comes barehanded

For the hood and my fam, for my bros in the end

All that goes on in the battlefield, you can’t escape them

Cool to go halfway? Then leave straightaway,

“Wack”? Not really cuz, I’d probably win by a stack (u know?)

Face the enemy territory while you think, or even better feel

Face them and there’ll be no threat when you take the field

“One” Who’s the one legendary RAPPER

“Two” Rule the world, I’m the leader

“Three” Come on, say my name louder

(I am Ichirou, Big Bro in the house yo)

This is the legendary Hypnosis MIC

The new generation of Hip Hop has arrived

Can you keep it comin’? Hands in the air yo

Shout it out, Who’s the one? “That would be Ichirou”

Never ever disrespect ma crew

Friends ‘n’ fam whoever makes fun of ‘em, I’ll kill ‘em with no mercy to screw

We are brothers and together we are invincible

Any tactic we make, we’ll rock it hardcore

Things twisted and bent I really despise

I can stick it through life with music so give me da MIC

This is the determination of my declaration MIC resonating throughout your eardrums

A clear spectacle surfacing seizing hold of my dream and watching over both my brothers

Until the day ideals cross over to reality: Never give up

Through my voice preachers of evil cuzza my impact gotta prepare for the rum show

I luv Hip Hop, This is my signpost. It broadens my paths, takes me to another dimension

Those that catch up with me, then come on, let’s go, above and beyond

#hypmic #hypnosismic #hypnosismicrophone #oregaichirou #lyrictranslation

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lollipop1141 · 7 years

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Oh yay I can finally do this again! tagged by @petrichorsalon (aka makonade) Thanks luv!

part 1 last song i listened to: Mendelssohn Violin Concerto in E Minor (I am a total nerd and also, this is my finals piece in which I am supposed to practice but here I am at this website) last book i read: For One More Day by Mitch Albom (*sobs*) favourite colour: Lapis Lazuli...or any shade of blue, really top 3 shows: DOCTOR WHO (this show has taken over my life), Miraculous Ladybug, Detective Conan top 3 characters: The Doctor, Donna Noble, Jack Harkness

top 3 ships: Jack Harkness x Anyone, Heizuha, MariChat

part 2 rules: bold all the statements that are true for you

APPEARANCE i am 5'7 or taller i wear glasses i have at least one tattoo i have at least one piercing i have blonde hair i have brown eyes i have short hair my abs are at least somewhat defined i have or had braces

PERSONALITY i love meeting new people people tell me im funny helping other people with their problems is a big priority for me i enjoy physical challenges i enjoy mental challenges im playfully rude with people i know well i started saying something ironically and now i cant stop there is something i would change about my personality

ABILITY i can sing well i can play an instrument i can do over 30 pushups without stopping im a fast runner i can draw well i have a good memory im good at doing math in my head i can hold my breath underwater for over a minute i have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling i know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch i know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES i enjoy playing sports im on a sports team in my school or somewhere else im in an orchestra or choir in my school or somewhere else i have learnt a new song in the last week i work out at least once a week ive gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months i have drawn something in the past week i enjoy writing FANDOMS ARE MY #1 PASSION i do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES i have had my first kiss i have had alcohol i have scored the winning goal in a sports game i have watched an entire season of a tv show in one sitting i have been at an overnight event i have been in a taxi i have been in the hospital or er in the past year i have beaten a video game in one day i have visited another country i have been to one if my favourite bands concerts

RELATIONSHIPS im in a relationship i have a crush on a celebrity i have a crush on someone i know i have been in at least 3 relationships i have never been in a relationship i have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them i get crushes easily i have had a crush on someone for over a year i have been in a relationship for over a year i have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE i have at least one person i consider a best friend i live close to my school my parents are still together i have at least one sibling

i live in the united states

there is snow right now where i live i have hung out with a friend in the past month i have a smartphone i have at least 15 cds i share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT i have breakdanced i know a person named jamie i have had a teacher with a last name thats hard to pronounce i have dyed my hair im listening to one song on repeat right now i have punched someone in the past week i know someone who has gone to jail i have a broken bone i have eaten a waffle today i know what i want to do with my life i speak at least 2 languages i have made a new friend in the past year i have been given flowers before

Tag: for anyone who sees this, you’re tagged!

#me #tagged #tag game

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pvpxrswvg · 6 years

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Top 25 Albums of 2016

Like a normal rational human being, I've left my end of year list to the start of January due to the fact that, as seemingly unbeknownst to most publications, there are still albums being released as late as December 31st; shocking I know. It also helps the format of my blog, as the 30th was expectedly pretty dull, so it's a great time to skip a week and get on that revision game.

This list is basically what I'm expecting to listen to most in the future, based on my past listening habits and how sustainable those listens seem. It's slightly different to just listing what I've been bumping the most in 2016, as there's a couple noticeable cases where albums I played pretty consistently throughout the year are starting to feel stale.

While this is a top 25 list, 25-11 I'm going to group together as I don't really feel like splitting hairs that thoroughly. I've listed them in alphabetical order as well so that nobody will get confused. There is also a pretty noticeable gap in quality between 10 and 11, so it's a pretty great place to divide the list. The top 10 albums I know I'll be playing in the future, whilst it's going to be kind of random as to which of the other albums I'll be going back to the most.

I’ll try to explain a bit about why I liked these albums, however this will mainly be contained to albums that I haven’t already reviewed. This looks like being the longest post I’ve ever made so I’ll be cutting as many corners as I can.

Finally, this is a hip-hop list, which means no Frank Ocean, no Anderson Paak and no Childish Gambino.

Alright here we go:

25-11:

A$AP Mob – Cozy Tapes Vol. 1: Friends

One of the low key bangers of the year with incredibly consistent vibes and continually solid rapping. There’s nothing special about this album that’s able to hook me into loving it, but the quality of the tape is undeniable.

This project is also notable for getting me to recognize the talent of A$AP Rocky again, as he comes across as an absolute superstar on this tape. A$AP Nast also announced himself as one to watch, as he was also a class above his fellow A$AP brethren.

De La Soul – and the Anonymous Nobody

Employing a live band, De La Soul were able to capture some really impressive sounds, including the deliciously funky Pain and the tangibly melancholic Greyhounds. While this tape was a little all over the place and I’m still not sure how I feel about the rock influences, Plug 1-3 are all good enough rappers that this tape is consistently entertaining.

Desiigner – New English

New English feels like the rap equivalent of a grindcore album, with short energetic bursts of wild erratic melodies that end at the perfect moment. I’m not going to pretend that this is a classic or anything, but what Desiigner does well here is enough for me to keep coming back to it.

Future – EVOL

It seems that in a lot of circles 2016 is being viewed as the year that Future fell off. While his 2015 was never going to be topped, EVOL was enough for me to be satisfied with Future’s year. The opening four tracks are all prime Future and Low Life deserves all of its popularity.

Probably my second favorite Future release overall.

Gucci Mane – Everybody Looking

Despite being incarcerated for the first five months, 2016 was the year of Gucci Mane. While this album isn’t the best of the year, if we’re measuring albums based on importance this is easily number one. No Sleep is an unforgettable introduction to the first post-prison Gucci Album, while tracks such as Guwop Home and 1st Day Out Tha Feds show that this project was well and truly worth the hype.

Ka – Honor Killed the Samurai

While Ka isn’t an artist that I can listen to all the time, whenever I do give Honor Killed the Samurai a spin I am blown away by the sheer talent on display. While the lack of rhythm and hooks prevent me from being able to fully enjoy this record, the fact that Ka can be so entertaining with his monotone style and minimal production, goes to show just how talented a rapper he is.

I’m going to debut my support blog soon, which I’ll be doing a top artists of 2016 post on. Ka will definitely feature on that list, as in 2016 Ka capitalized on the success of Dr. Yen Lo and turned himself into one of the most respected names in underground hip-hop.

Kanye West - The Life of Pablo

The more I listen to The Life of Pablo, the more I think that Kanye was really close to releasing another classic album. 30 Hours, No More Parties In LA, Real Friends, Fade, Father Stretch My Hands Pt. 1, Saint Pablo and Ultralight Beam are all some of my favorite Kanye songs, but as a front to back project this is an absolute mess.

Lil Yachty – Lil Boat the Mixtape

While a lot of people hate Yachty, the style that he has developed here is truly innovative and captured a sound that a lot of people wanted to hear. If you go into this album looking to check off the boxes of what makes a great hip-hop album, you’re going to have a bad time, in fact I’d compare this to something like the new Negative Gemini album, before I’d put Yachty’s name in the same sentence as Kendrick Lamar.

This project has its large and obvious flaws, but there are some genuine classics here as Lil Yachty stumbled upon a truly unique and truly great sound.

Rae Sremmurd – SremmLife 2

In my opinion, this was really close to being an absolutely phenomenal album. After already proving themselves to be the king of hooks, the brother’s rapping ability took a huge step forward on this project, while Mike Will once again brought the heat.

The Look Alive to Set the Roof stretch is AOTY material, but the rest of this project leaves a lot to be desired as a lot of tracks fall just short of hitting their mark.

Run the Jewels – Run the Jewels 3

Although I wasn’t kind to it in my review, this was still a pretty great release and all of my gripes with it are kind of superficial. I have a ton of respect for both Killer Mike and El-P, so while this isn’t the first album that I’ll be going to in order to get my fix from those artists, I’ll still go back to this occasionally.

Schoolboy Q – Blank Face LP

While I absolutely loved this when it first came out, there are about 25 minutes that easily could have been cut from this project, which ultimately makes it kind of hard to get through. Once my hype for the stronger tracks on this album dissipated, I lost a lot of enthusiasm for the project and I haven’t been going back to it much since. The production here is still phenomenal; there will be a long summer’s drive in 2018 where I give this another chance and I’m guaranteed to have the time of my life.

Tory Lanez – I Told You

This might have been the worst timed release in the history of music. You almost have to wonder if Frank Ocean has some kind of beef with Daystar Peterson, as the surprise Blonde drop fucking destroyed this album. Anyway, this is one of the funnest albums of 2016. From the admittedly hard tracks like Another One and Flex where Tory showcases some truly infectious flows (I don’t care what anyone says, the delivery on “458, I dropped it in the Winter//Big homie asked a nigga what I'm down for//Looked him in the eye and said to do it 'til I'm bigger than ya”” is dope as fuck), to the poppier tracks like Cold Hard Love and Luv, this album has some really great highlights; although 80 minutes is way too long for this type of project. Still I’m a sucker for changing up flows to ride a beat, which Tory does phenomenally, so I’m pretty excited to see what he does going forward (I’m still yet to listen to the two tapes he recently dropped, but I’m pretty stoked).

Vince Staples – Prima Donna

I’m probably being a bit too harsh leaving this out of my top 10, but I was really disappointed in this project. I said in my review that this felt like a throwaway release to get his tracks with James Blake out there to the public and I still strongly believe that. From rushed tracks to Summertime 06 b-sides and the aforementioned James Blake tracks, there isn’t really a lot here to go back to; especially when his discography is as solid as it is.

I’m a huge Vince Staples fan, so I’ll probably turn around on this eventually, but there’s definitely better projects from this year.

YG – Still Brazy

I really never expected anything from YG as an artist, yet on this project YG showed a ton of potential as he dropped a project that was oozing west coast funk while showing a surprising amount of lyrical density. When you listen to the bouncy west coast bangers such as Why You Always Hating and the phenomenal Twist My Fingaz, you’d assume YG would be spitting ignorant lyrics that you can tune out while cruising in the whip. Yet tracks like the hard hitting Who Shot Me? show an artist that is just as good at penning a verse. While this was a project that I thought didn’t play that well front to back, what it does well is well and truly stunning.

Z-Ro – Drankin & Drivin'

Z-Ro is a god damn legend. Just like other legends from the Houston scene, Z-Ro makes album that is absolute prime driving music, as there’s nothing I’d rather hear coming home from work on a hot day than Z-Ro’s smooth pimp ass singing. Devil Ass City in particular may be one of the tracks of the year (I’m probably never going to get the Curtis line out of my head), while the rest of the project is some of the smoothest shit I’ve heard.

10. Czarface – A Fistful of Peril

When writing reviews, I try to approach from the perspective of a non hip-hop listener.

It kind of bugs me when people dismiss an artist like Lil Uzi Vert by saying that they don’t have insane rhyme schemes or interesting subject matter, as they are cheap criticisms that are only used against people in the hip-hop genre. A band like Radiohead doesn’t have dope multi-syllabic rhyme schemes, but nobody cares because they aren’t part of the culture.

Therefore, I like to approach hip-hop music as if it weren’t hip-hop. 21 Savage should be judged as he is, not compared to verbose poets such as Nas and Andre 3000. When listening to Czarface, I kind of question my previous viewpoint, as Esoteric and The Rebel INS put on an absolute clinic of wordplay, rhyme schemes and pure fucking rapping. It’s an absolute delight to listen to and the dirty electronic production of 7L was enough to elevate their sound to something truly heavenly.

9. Noname - Telefone

Noname might have the best flow in all of hip-hop at the moment. With a soft style that has Andre 3000 levels of smoothness, Noname rides her production creating infectious melodies that often outshine her mostly forgettable production. Her rapping focuses on repeating inflections with her continually reusing the same delivery each line to creative a hypnotic repetitive flow that is undeniably groovy. With witty one liners and vivid storytelling, Noname also proves herself to be an interesting MC as well.

Ultimately with the combination of her unbelievably pleasant delivery and interesting subject matter, Noname is perhaps the rapper that I was most interested in hearing actually rap in 2016.

8. Gucci Mane - Woptober

While Everybody Looking was a bigger and more important release, Woptober was simply better. Featuring a dark, heavy and designed for skrip clubs sound, Woptober manages to be an incredibly competent album with zero dull moments and some pretty great highlights such as Money Machine and Hi-Five.

Gucci Mane using his respect to get all of the big names in ATL production to come together and create one cohesive project is one of the best things to happen in 2016, seeing this much talent work together is truly stunning.

7. 21 Savage – Savage Mode

Both of these artists had a tremendous 2016. Metro Boomin had genuine hits in Low Life, Father Stretch My Hands Pt 1, and Bad and Boujee, while 21 Savage became one of the most popular rappers in the game and a must have feature.

This tape exemplifies why these guys were so popular, as they both bring their A game and play off each other tremendously. Metro catered his production perfectly to 21 Savage’s subtle style while still putting in one of the best production efforts of the year. While a lot of people don’t get it, there is a reason 21 Savage blew up on this tape, as his endearingly gangsta lyrics and slow leaned out style is genuinely dope as fuck.

6. Danny Brown – The Atrocity Exhibition

Perhaps the most progressive record of 2016, as Paul White experimented with a lot of elements that would have felt completely out of place behind any other rapper. While an instrumental version of this album would be amazing, I fear that I’d spend all of my listens bewildered at how Danny Brown made these beats work.

5. Maxo Kream – The Persona Tape

The Persona Tape is the most Houston album that’s come out in an incredibly long time.

As someone who spent most of 2016 listening to a variety of Houston Legends, having Maxo Kream drop his love letter to the golden age of Southern Hip-Hop was truly a blessing. While Trap music is great, when listening to a track like Coming Dine you can’t help but feel nostalgia for the g-funk influenced, crack selling, pimping, and leaned out sounds of 90s Houston.

This album isn’t all Houston nostalgia, as tracks like Smoke Break and Out The Front Door show an artist who is capable of creating dope tracks in a variety of fresh and innovative styles. Speaking of Smoke Break, the parts where the beat drops out and Maxo is rapping over just the percussion is some of my favorite rapping of all of 2016.

Overall this is an incredibly fun project by an incredibly talented rapping employing beats that make me genuinely happy. Tremendous release.

4. Denzel Curry - Imperial

While Denzel is guilty of rapping some absolute gibberish in the name of hype verses with insane rhyme schemes, as you’re rapping along and going HAM alongside the most energetic rapper in the game all is forgiven as Denzel continually crafts some of the funnest flows that you can’t help but rap along with (See Sick and Tired).

This album was recently updated by his label, dropping Pure Enough and Narcotics for the anthemic Me Now and the upbeat Good Night, which is one of the few album edits that I 100% got behind. Perhaps it was the fact that it made an album I had played to death feel fresh again, but I really got behind this change and it really elevated my opinion of this release.

3. A Tribe Called Quest - We got it from Here... Thank You 4 Your service

The first disc of this album is perfect. While I like the second disc a lot more than when I reviewed it, if the whole project was at the level of the first disc then this would be a legitimate album of the decade contender.

This album is really well blended with incredibly interesting beat shifts and rappers talented enough to ride them perfectly. Busta Rhyme’s verse on Mobius is pretty legendary, but the beat changing before he comes in elevates it to another level and the album is full of great moments like that. Too many times in hip-hop you’ll see the beat show you everything it has to offer in the first 10 seconds, so the refusal of basic loops really makes this an especially memorable album.

2. Kendrick Lamar – Untitled Unmastered

I am comfortable admitting that I am an unabashed gigantic Kendrick fanatic who considers K-Dot to be without question the most talented spitter to debut after the year 2000. So it should come as no surprise that I would rate an album of his unmastered outtakes so highly.

2 (Get Top On The Phone) and 7 (Levitate) are genuinely great, while the rest is Kendrick coasting and producing shit that’s better than 99% of the rap game.

This also marks the second straight year that Kendrick has had the runner up spot for my AOTY, with him obviously releasing the much stronger and much more polished To Pimp A Butterfly last year. While that would suggest that I preferred 2015, while I did really enjoy its top end I think 2016 edges it from a pure depth perspective.

1. Isaiah Rashad – The Sun's Tirade

Honestly, nothing came close to this.

This is pretty much everything I want in a hip-hop record, as Isaiah Rashad blends the west coast sounds of Kendrick with his Southern roots that are influenced by legends such as Scarface and Andre 3000. The way Isaiah rides the phenomenal production with his lazy southern drawl makes this an album that I can play at any time.

Jay Rock also drops the verse of the year here, in another effort that nobody came close to, besides Three Stacks of course.

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