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mrskurono · 3 years

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title: Bet Me || domming the Seijoh Grads

a/n: anon who gave me this idea, I thought FOREVER about how to execute this and I just like- this happened while taking a shower ok. Iwa had it coming to him being the alpha dog

word count: 2.7k

tags: dom!reader, group sex (mmmmf), established relationship (on Oikawa’s end), bondage, handjob, slight degradation, edging, cockwarming, ruined orgasm, masturbation (male), oral( male and female), rimjob, cucking, male on male (penetration +oral), anal creampie, cocky Oikawa, brat taming Iwa, slightly dacraphilia, safe word mention (unused) petnames, uh probably something else but c’mon its fucking smut, unedited

character(s): Oikawa Tooru (hq), Hajime Iwaizumi (hq) Takahiro Hanamaki (hq) Issei Matsukawa (hq)

heavy nsfw undercut ⇾ ⇾ ⇾

Tooru ran his mouth like a bullet train.

No one took him seriously when he toted about how amazing you were. Claiming you to be the best. Which, to Iwa’s, Makki’s and Mattsun’s surprise, that was notably a lot coming from the ladies man himself. Tooru’s taste in women came like his coffee order did, sweet and sweeter. So when the man came sporting some glamorous little bruises on his torso. Well, that lead to a bit of a bet.

“This won’t work.” Iwa scoffed at the idea, nearly rolling his eyes out of his head when the last bit of rope was secure, “She can’t do it since Shittykawa is just a wimp of course he cums easily!”

“You gonna bet me for that huh baby?” Standing above the man who was now tied at your feet seemed to leave you in a pretty domineering position now over him. Iwa wouldn’t give it up though. He was certain you couldn’t edge him until he cried.

If Iwa cried, then the bet was in your favor. Makki and Mattsun would without a doubt bow to your ability. Seeing though as no one had bested their friend since high school, neither of them saw much potential besides maybe a fun circle jerk out of this. Tooru on the other hand was nearly vibrating out of his own skin with excitement for the occasion.

“You’re gonna eat those words you know Iwa!” Tooru grinning. His best friend really had no idea what he was in store for. And he wasn’t going to tell him either.

Rolling your eyes you wave your boyfriend away and kneel down in front of the bulky athletic trainer. Searching his face. Paying almost no attention to his half a hard on even now, and you simply smile at him, “No kissing. And the safe word is teal, yeah?”

Iwa rolled his eye once more, “Yeah ok.”

Mattsun and Makki elbowed each other with a bit of a giggle between the two of them. They didn’t think you could do it but were certainly glad to not be in Iwa’s shoes. Only arms tired behind his back, Iwa was left in a precarious position when your hand ghosted over his cock.

Feathery touch of your fingertips down his thick shaft and Iwa scoffed. An offhanded comment about if that was the best you got then you should just jerk him off. Instead you let his words fall on deaf ears. Smiling as you took your hand away. Earning all eyes on you as you reached for what was simply a regular bottle of lube.

Drizzling it over Iwa’s cock until it ran down his shaft and between his balls to drip on the ground at his feet. You really had everyone’s attention now that his cock was slimy with lube and untouched. The peanut gallery snickered. Tooru said something in a husky mumble. But it was clear all three men were beginning to palm themselves through their pants. Iwa on the other hand, held firm that this would just be another handjob.

Which in reality you suppose it was. Your work slow and methodical. Wasn’t long before you realized Iwa was enjoying himself. Fingers dancing up and down his cock. The squelch of the lube when you squeezed his tip. Watching him roll his head back and savor the simple movement. Really besides his arms being tied behind his back this was all about to end like a normal handjob.

That was, until the first stringy bits of precum dripped from Iwa’s cock.

“Fuck- Right there-” His low guttural moan.

Indulgent and self centered. Iwa was about to cum and not a tear in sight. Even Makki and Mattsun who now shamelessly were jerking themselves off weren’t surprised by the outcome. But like he knew something they didn’t, Tooru had his hands off himself. Completely. Only those brown eyes set forward and fixated on your hands like he was waiting for you to do something.

“You gonna cum baby?” Your fingers working magic up and down his cock.

Iwa nodded. He wasn’t even paying attention. The handjob was hot but all eyes on him while he was going to win seemed to fuel him even more. You could feel his cock twitch in your hand. Carefully you watched until his balls tightened and then you did it. Exactly what Tooru knew you’d do.

Hand smashed to the top of Iwa’s cock before he could say anything. Your strokes stopped completely. Replaced by a firm grip and your opposing hand feverishly rubbing your palm in circles over his slit. Iwa had no time to react. The overstim right into too much making his entire body twitch and convulse. He doubled over but could not escape. The bindings he strained against didn’t give way. And your hand didn’t stop with it’s cruel motions. Nothing he did could make him escape the pins and needles of pleasure cascading through his body on overdrive.

“Give up? Too much baby? Huh you not gonna cum? Baby wanted to cum though. Where’s all that big boy talk now, Hajime?” Your words sweet in tone and evil in context. Iwa was coming undone in front of everyone he knew. Makki and Mattsun had stopped stroking themselves entirely. Wide eyed at the sight as Tooru was giggling and palming himself finally to his slight relief. His queen was going to win the bet. He just knew you would.

“-‘s much-” Iwa croaked, body trembling under your touch.

“What? I can’t hear you?” Your hand only slick with precum and the lube off his cock, “Come now, I wanna see all your sweet milk spill out~ Won’t you do that for me Hajime?”

Iwa grunted, bucked his hips and gritted his teeth. His orgasm was being forcibly taken from him but still not a tear to spare. As he twitched and shifted his hips up he was certain this would come crashing into an orgasm. Building quicker and quicker by the passing second. He forgot to care if everyone around him was even jerking off to the sight of him anymore. Iwa gasped just when his orgasm was tipping to no return.

“That’s enough.”

Iwa gasped. Mattsun and Makki gasped. Tooru giggled.

Your hand completely removed from Iwa’s cock. All men witnessed the cruelest thing to date. Iwa’s cock bouncing, in desperation, with one exact bead of white cum oozing from his slit. You just ruined Iwaizumi’s orgasm and they all watched you do it.

“No! Don’t stop! Idiot! K-Keep doing it! Keep moving I- I just- I wanna cum!!” Iwa’s pleas fell from his mouth. Ending with his voice cracking as his orgasm tightened around him but just wouldn’t be released. You sat smug in front of him and when his voice cracked he knew it was all over.

You won.

“Shit....” Mattsun mumbled, fixated on Iwa’s poor cock standing so abused and hard.

“Man....that’s....wow.” Makki, still grabbing at his cock, couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“Told you guys so~” Tooru sung your praise more than happy to see both his friends adamant that what they saw wasn’t something they wished on anyone. Especially themselves.

“So.” You stood up, hand covered in slickness mixed with Iwa’s precum and looked at Mattsun and Makki, “Anyone else think I’m a liar?”

Quickly they shook their heads.

“Good.” You smiled sweetly. Fixing to pull your panties off right away and throw them between Iwa’s legs still bound in front of you. On full display the natural juices clinging to your thighs with how wet you’d gotten on this little bet. So now you figured no one was going to argue with you, it was your turn for some relief, “Makki, come here.”

Eyes wide he looked at Tooru. Who grinned and nodded for him to do as you said.

Sheepish of the same treatment. He knew a bet was a bet. Undoubtedly you were proclaimed alpha and did as you asked.

“Sit for me yeah?” You point across from Iwa.

Makki swallowed hard but listened. He didn’t want the same outcome as Iwa. When he’d sat down you grab a fistful of his hair and pull him into your ass, “Lick me up a little. I don’t wanna sit on your cock this wet.”

Obediently Makki liked this outcome much more. His tongue swiping over your thighs and lapping at your juices with no questions asked. If he heard you right, sitting on his cock was next in line.

“Tooru baby,” You cooed at your boyfriend, “Mattsun looks awfully hard. Maybe you should take care of him?”

While you pulled Makki’s face into you more, letting him lick you clean in front of Iwa. You take pride in seeing how well your boyfriend drops to his knees to take his friends cock. Mattsun certainly as big as some of the toys you make sweet Tooru gag on. It’s within no time that he has him down his throat. Brown eyes looking up at Mattsun as his cheeks hollow out and he goes to town sucking him like a good boy. Allowing you to enjoy yourself a bit more.

“Alright thank you, Makki,” You pull his face away, coated in your juices and a bit of a dazed look. Adding to the bliss on the man’s face when you finally seat yourself on his cock. Makki’s hands going right to your hips, “Ah ah ah, don’t move. Unless you wanna end up like Iwa huh?”

“Y-Yes ma’am-” Makki stutters with the right amount of fear not to try you on it. Iwa is still left bound in front of you with his cock head purple and aching as it twitches against the air for some kind of relief.

When you wiggle yourself comfortably on Makki’s cock. Moaning softly and spreading your legs so Iwa can see his friend’s cock buried inside you. You click your tongue at Iwa to make him look at you.

Drawing a finger up your slit and teasing your own clit, you smile at Iwa, “Bet you wish you hadn’t lost huh? Wishing you were stuffing my cunny with that cock right about now? Instead, only seeing sweet Makki stretch me out and how hard my clit is. Bet I could cum like this. On his cock that is.”

Iwa licked his lips. How desperate he was to cum. You were absolutely right, Iwa desperately wanted to be Makki, “.....please.”

“Please what?” You asked, reaching your wet fingers back to stuff in Makki’s mouth, “Suck baby.”

Makki listened well. Tongue washing over your fingers to eat your juices up as he relished the feeling of his cock inside you after all this. He wasn’t about to screw this up.

Hanging his head low Iwa internalized his growl and finally spoke up, “....please...let me taste you.”

“That’s a good boy,” You use your foot to tilt his head up towards you. Making him face you but when that smile widened Iwa’s stomach tightened, “But first, Tooru~”

Popping his lips off Mattsun’s cock, your boyfriend turned towards you. Seeing you motion him over. Tooru hated to leave what he was doing but was more curious about what you could want.

“Love, do you think you could take Mattsun?” You ask sweetly.

Tooru blushed at the idea, “I mean...yeah...with a little prep I could-”

“Say no more,” You wave his words away and look to Iwa, “Prep him for me will you baby?”

Giddy at the idea. Tooru didn’t waste anytime getting on his knees. Hips pushed back towards Iwa and Tooru bringing his face inches from your core. Not allowed to taste you but where he could vividly see Makki’s cock stuffed in you.

Perhaps it was the grogginess of a ruined orgasm. Or the fact he was desperate to cum at this point. But there was no hesitation when Iwa pressed his tongue against Tooru. Earning a lewd moan from his best friend that fueled him. Finding himself so hard at the idea of Tooru pressing back on his face as Iwa tongued him.

“Mmm there, does Iwa’s tongue feel good love?” You caress his face as your free hand plays with your clit. Makki not moving as you ordered but his hands certainly didn’t seem to count as he groped and fondled your breast.

“S-So good-” Tooru moaned. His labored breathing and cock hanging between his legs as Iwa ate him out was a beautiful sight. One that wouldn’t last long though.

“Can you take Mattsun now?” You asked sweetly of him. Tooru nodded. He didn’t want to lose Iwa’s tongue but he knew the next thing would be better. So you looked to Mattsun with an inquisitive look.

“Don’t gotta tell me twice.” Mattsun ready to stuff his cock in anything a this point.

You watched in pure bliss as you saw Tooru straddle his friend like he did you so often. Instead of sliding down on a toy though. You watched Mattsun’s enormous cock disappear in his ass. Tooru’s stomach tensing until he relaxed and the brown haired man sighed in relief.

“Feel good?” You asked the both of them.

Hardly a response though as Mattsun and Tooru ended up in their own little world. Fucking only mere feet from you. Makki’s cock buried in you as you lazily played with your clit. Leaving Iwa out of it.

“Please...” He stooped as low as to beg, “...Please let me taste at least.”

Feeling generous and like it would be a nice change. You indulge him. Allowing Iwa to finally get a little something even though he was the loser.

“Make me cum before Mattsun fills Tooru and I’ll let you cockwarm next time~”

Iwa didn’t need to be told twice. Diving between your legs to find your clit instantly. His tongue working overtime as you leaned back into Makki. Making the man hold you and catching his lips. He was a good boy who wasn’t moving so kissing him was the least you could do.

As instructed Iwa was an expert with his tongue. Giving your clit all of his attention. Sadly thought he wasn’t privy to winning this either. Glancing over at the other two soon assure you of that. The way Mattsun gripped Tooru’s hips. Cum drooling out of Tooru’s cock for lord only knows how long now. And the way Mattsun’s brows pinched in the middle and hips stalled meant Iwa lost once more.

Unsurprisingly the two men had to catch their breath. Mattsun pulling out and a flood of cum following. Tooru being a good boy when you told him not to waste any and he scooped up Mattsun’s cum and pushed it back inside himself. Fingering himself as Iwa’s tongue began doing the trick when your hand found his hair and your grip tightened.

First a wonderful little tickle until finally you were leaning back into Makki groaning with a shudder. No real movement save for the ripple of your cushiony cunt walls around his cock. After all this Makki wasn’t going to complain. Even as Iwa’s tongue glided over his shaft a few times in desperation to keep you cumming on his tongue.

Neither men cared when your orgasm was in full swing. Your cunt tightening around Makki until he had no choice but to double over into you. Holding you tight as his cock throbbed inside you and his balls emptied every last drop of cum into your well deserving pussy. Even Iwa not caring as he did his job to ride out your orgasm and some of Makki’s excess cum drooling out around him and Iwa licking it up like a good boy. Focused on your hand in his hair until he knew he’d done his job when your grip slowly loosened and finally released him completely.

Satisfied but not letting Makki go anywhere just yet. Which he didn’t mind. Tooru crawled over to you. Kissing you with the faint taste of Mattsun’s cock on his lips and certainly his cum still dripping down his inner thighs. Tooru smiled against you before nuzzling his face against yours.

“Aye wait-” Iwa, still the only one who hadn’t came yet, huffed and looked around.

No one said a thing. Makki spared you a look by hiding his face in your neck like Tooru. Mattsun looked your way and didn’t say anything to his friend. And Tooru simply kept kissing your neck without a care. None of them were going to go against your wishes making you smile at Iwa, “Well, maybe next time you’ll know better than to bet against me now won’t you?”

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intuitive-bbloom · 2 years

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Oh my god. I’m just listening to Ok by Nct and I think I just grasped that the chorus hook, “My baby said she wanna dance with a ghost, she wants to leave me uh.”

Is about the girl wanting the man she loved before, now he’s changed and she’s still chasing the ghost of who he was. Now she can’t take this relationship anymore and wants to break up. I’m gonna do a more thorough analysis.

With the beginning, It’s evident they’ve been growing apart, they don’t feel as whole as they once did before or what they thought. They’re both at their wits end. They have communication problems and the boys can’t understand how she feels because she doesn’t talk.

They’re saying okay that it’s understandable for her actions of being upset and if they fight, that the only outcome for what’s going on between them. That being apart might just be the best thing for them but the boys still believe that there might be a chance.

They keep asking but she does say anything because she’s too caught up in the guy he was before. The girl might have problems with accepting changes or is just hung up on that honeymoon phase and the guys are willingly to change but I’m not sure if it’s really possible.

The boys again are trying to restore what’s been lost and are actively trying to save the relationship but the girl has resigned from such, mentally and emotionally tapped out 😂💔

“…My show where only you didn’t trust my genuine self…” solidifies this claim of her hung up on the ghost of the guy.

The boys are now on the verge of giving up on saving this this relationship and are just saying okay, still they’re giving it one last try.

The girl thinks that the boys have changed but it’s her that has changed. The boys try to look for comfort elsewhere, in other people but it’s not enough. The boys have strengthened their resolve in trying to save their relationship and are coming back to try and talk, to try and learn to trust each other and the new people they’ve become.

Plus the chorus does sound like all they say is okay to whatever she says, afraid of showing their real thoughts and emotions. So indeed there was a communication problem. It’s like saying I’m fine when you’re not. Saying okay when you mean something much more.

Anyways I could be wrong heheheh I’m not Korean so I couldn’t read the original lyrics and reference it correctly. Heheh anyways stan the amazing song Ok is, I love songs like this so much! It just clicked with me the first time I heard it!

#bbloom rambles #nct 127 #nct angst #Nct ok #yep! i do always try to look for the deeper meaning in everything! songs #song analysis #Spotify

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moonlightchildz · 4 years

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Electric; JK (m)

pairings: jungkook x reader

word count: 4.9k

warnings: smut! oral f. & m. receiving, pwp?? haha, unprotected sex, creampie, drug use (marijuana), dirty talk

date: 05/22/20

a/n: i hit 1k the other day and I feel so touched and blessed. thank you for reading <3

summary: his touch was electric, setting your soul, mind, and heart on fire.

Colorful lights flicker all over, illuminating snippets of the atmosphere you find yourself surrounded with. There’s people dancing with shots of alcohol within their grasp. There’s rumbles of laughter, echoes of murmurs between people, and then there’s him. You can tell he’s watching you from across the room. In fact, that boyish grin laced on his pretty face as he leans against the doorway with heart eyes is an indication. As your hands wander down your body, hips slowly rolling to the beat of the song, you let yourself inhale the hot, summer air. The haziness hasn’t left your mind yet, numbing your senses to a blissful getaway from reality. And certainly he watching you is just adding more color in your eyes, the desire thrumming inside your veins to intensify, and your clouded senses becoming solely focused on him.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

You felt your heart erratically beating already for him. At least your heart and mind had one thing in common now. You wanted him to keep playing games already since he knew damn well this show was all for him, only him. He stood there, arms crossed against his chest, the inside of his cheek being poked by his pinkish tongue. His starry eyes were simply dancing around your body, that boyish grin being replaced by a heated and sensual look that only you could ignite in him.

With a wink sent your way, he began walking towards you, the crowd instantly parting for him. The way he walked was rather calmly and laid back, an easy going smile laced on his pretty art of a face. He sauntered over, hands in the pocket of his skinny jeans that molded over his thick thighs and firm ass. The loose fitted grey tee he was sporting made the muscles in his arms become the center of attention. God, he was the center of attention.

“How’s my baby doin’?” He greeted you, fingers outstretched towards you. Your fingers were already grabbing a hold of his hand, tugging him towards you. His arms immediately went around your waist, pulling you straight into his strong arms.

“Baby missed me?” He taunted, eyes landing straight to your glossy lips. It was nearly impossible to resist him. With the way he treated you, carried himself, and how damn attentive he was towards you made you thank the heaven’s above for this marvelous blessing.

“You know damn well I did, Guk,” you began to say it against his lips, a teasing smile beginning to spread across your dangerous lips. You felt his hand slowly begin to wander down your sides, squeezing and touching to his liking. Without saying anything, he was quick in hauling your ass around. His lips were already tracing the crook of your neck, breath fanning against your skin in such an arousing way that it had your breath hitching in response. You let your hands wander down your body, beginning to move to the beat of the song that was blasting through the four different speakers all around the place.

“Baby,” he hotly breathed against your skin, his warm hands replacing yours. Now it was his turn. With his hands on top of yours, both moving according to his pace, you Instantly allowed yourself to relax on to him. He guided you effortlessly, moving his body to your rhythm. Since his hands were bigger than yours, you could feel the trace of his fingertips on your skin, igniting the electricity inside of you. He was rubbing his face in the crook of your neck, pressing gentle and hot breathy kisses on your skin, tongue undoing your senses one step at a time.

“I wanna eat you up, you know?” he chuckled, though that tone in his voice was anything but sweet. His honey dripping panty voice was only an indication of what was about to happen once you two ended up alone.

“And I,” you intertwined your fingers with his as you turned, releasing a hold of them to wrap your arms around his neck instead. This way your mouth was directly on his, noses nudging, and heavy breathing transparent. “I just wanna be alone with you.” You admitted to him, eyes fluttering to a close as he began to sway the both of you.

Despite the atmosphere being so obnoxiously loud, full of people waiting to fuck each other, and the alcohol and drugs, you felt at utter peace being in his sole embrace. There was a certain aura that he delivered that had you sighing in contentment and your heart yearning for him even more. So right now, as the both of you swayed and whispered to each other through your lips against his, you felt pretty goofy, elated, and so, so, so damn enamored by him. His starry eyes were directly on you, his cheesy smile never leaving his lips.

“I need a hit,” he suddenly said, eyebrow quirking. “come with?”

Jungkook was already interlacing his fingers with yours as you nodded, pressing a tiny peck on your mouth before he began walking with you right by his side. He led you through his friend’s house, Taehyung you believed was his name, and up the stairs you went where supposedly it was prohibited for anyone to go. As soon as he led you both inside a room, he backed you up against the door, closing it shut as your back met it. His veiny, and tattooed hands were placed against the door just above your head as he began to lean down.

“Kiss me,” you immediately demanded, fingers beginning to fist his t-shirt. And he, well he was grinning against your lips, hot breath fanning yours in anticipation.

He was slightly smirking, teasing, “Already?”

“Mhm,” you simply replied, nearing him to the point where your chest bumped against his. You released a hold of his shirt and instead let your hands wander over the expanse of his firm chest before loosely wrapping your arms around his neck. Just looking at him made your heart sigh in contentment again.

“Well in that case,” he was still grinning as you felt his hands land on your ass, pulling you closer to his lips. He slowly leaned down, watching as you were already fluttering your eyes to a close. However, that teasing fucker simply nudged your nose with his, lips barely brushing yours.

Your eyes opened and you were not amused one bit. With a small, baby pout you released a hold of him and instead slapped him on the chest. “Quit fucking playin’!” You whined out, and Jungkook began to rub where you had hit him, whining that your smack did indeed hurt him.

“Ouch!” he began laughing, trying to pull you back to him since you were already pulling away. His grabby hands landed on your hips, detaining you from turning and walking out of the room before you could even do it.

“Here, okay, okay,” he chuckled, his hands framing your face. He kissed you softly, easing you up to him once again. “I’m sorry, baby.” He mumbled against your lips, feeling you smile against his.

His lips pressed against yours, hands already tangling your hair up as he pressed you up against the wall. You could feel his firm chest against yours, and the tugging coming from his hands only made you lose more sense as you moaned against his mouth. He groaned at the whiny noises you had begun to make, languidly rasping out, “Mine.”

His hands gripped your thigh before hitching your leg over his waist, mouth breathlessly clashing against yours. He hungrily ate you up, lips reddening and tongue ever so deliciously tracing the inside of your mouth. You felt the pad of his thumb trace little circles against your cheek before adding more intensity to the way he was kissing you. Jungkook was always a teasing little fucker. His kisses were soft, sensitive and lingering, but he was devilish in that way. His poisoned lips tasted yours, breathing in your air and leaving you breathless.

“You’re so hot,” he praised you earnestly, slowly backing you up against the dresser. His lips began to ghost the side of your cheek, going lower down to your chin, and lower to the base of your neck where you began to arch into him, mouth slightly ajar from the sensations he was already giving you.

“So pretty, so delicate,” he continued, his voice dropping within each word that slipped from his sinning lips. “And mine.”

He slowly lifted his lips from your skin and instead cupped your chin rather fiercely so you could look at him with those dazed and heated eyes of yours. Silence. All you could hear was the muffled sounds coming from behind those closed doors, but for some reason you managed to pick up the sound of his breathing and yours. It reminded you of that night where you snuck out of your place to meet him in the back of his car.

The windows had fogged up and the only sounds emitting from the back of his car were your moans mixing with his sinful, dirty praises.

“My little pretty slut,” his voice echoed in your mind. “taking my cock like the whore she is, right baby?”

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

You blinked once, regaining your consciousness briefly. In moments where you gathered your wits for seconds, you realized just how dangerous and addicting he had become to you. His touch, his lips, and the way he made you feel was becoming your favorite past time. But then he began to smile like that, like he wanted to ruin you as many times as he could. His warm hand encased the side of your face rather tenderly and in that moment you knew you would let him in a heartbeat.

“Thinking ‘bout that night in your car,” you shuddered afterwards, the sole reminder of his wicked tongue making you come undone exciting you even more.

He was grinning once again, clearly remembering rather vividly that same night as well. He slowly neared you, mouth sensually sucking on your bottom lip, clearly appealing to your carnal desires as he hotly drawled out, “Wanna get outta here and relive it again?”

You were already interlacing your fingers with him, dragging him out of this party once and for all. As you passed by your friends, you simply flashed them a sweet and sincere smile before they saw who exactly was trailing right behind you. Once they noticed Jungkook’s tattooed hand grasping yours, they simply gave you a knowing and teasing smile in return.

“Use protection!” One of your best friends yelled out, giggling afterwards at the roll of your eyes.

Jungkook simply winked at them and wrapped his arms around you, heavy breathing ghosting your already sensitive skin.

“But that,” he sensually tugged at your ear with his teeth, grabby hands beginning to slip underneath your flimsy two piece dress. “takes all the fun out, doesn’t it baby?”

Baby. Ever since the both of you started this little fling out of curiosity, his term of endearment for you was baby. Baby this, baby that, while your name flew out that door. You jokingly once told him that he referred to you as a baby because he was fucking other bitches and couldn’t bother to remember your name. He, however did not take that lightly at all.

His furrowed eyebrows and narrowed eyes seemed in complete disbelief. He was quick on retorting, “The only person who is fucking my brains out right now is you, and only you y/n.”

“Oh fuck,” You mused out in disbelief at first, but he genuinely seemed displeased. “I’m sorry, Guk.” You tried, but he wasn’t having it.

“No,” he pouted, pulling himself away from your grasp. “Now I’m upset.”

“Oh no,” you cooed out, trying to suppress a smile. “Is my baby mad at me now?”

He simply picked up his ps4 controller and went on to lobby, ignoring you now. You and Jungkook weren’t really a thing, but as your heart felt the need to make him feel better you simply wondered if this was really still a fling between the both of you. A fling wouldn’t make you feel a million things at once. A fling wouldn’t make your skin crawl with goosebumps, or much less have you dizzy with a foreign feeling that you couldn’t quite put a finger on it yet. A fling wouldn’t know the ups and downs, the highs and the lows, or much less have your soul and heart zapped with what felt like electricity.

With a determined mind, you slowly approached him. Eyes taking in his pretty features in. From his starry eyes, to his kissable lips, and that sensitive heart of his. You figured it was the only way to get him to react. So you sank down to your knees and indeed you sucked his pretty brains out that night until all those negative feelings went out his body.

The both of you stumbled into the back of his car, the sensation of his lips numbing your senses already. Little hitches of breath could be heard from the both of you as your lips pressed against him, fingers becoming tangled in that mop of hair of his. Your heartbeat was beating erratically at the simple touch of his hands finding your bare skin. The pad of his fingertips raised goosebumps wherever he touched. However Jungkook was more focused on getting his very pretty baby undressed and well taken care of already. He couldn’t wait until you were moaning and trembling afterwards.

His touch was electric, setting your soul, mind, and heart on fire.

The feeling of his hands hitching your skirt over your thighs emitted a soft moan from your lips. Your body was already arching up, pressing yourself against his to feel him even more as your hands wandered down his muscled and firmed back. A man with a million dollar smile, muscly body and piercings, and a heart made out of gold had ruined you the moment he had pranced into your life the way he did. He fucked you good and thoroughly against his hallway and now he was about to fuck you good and thoroughly in the backseat of his car, again.

His lips trailed down your skin, leaving hot, and open mouth kisses in his wake. His fingers were digging into your flesh, marking you up into a colorful canvas. You felt his breathing increase and you were sure your cheeks were flushed as he shoved his hand between your legs, spreading them to his liking. The sensations intensified as he smugly ran his index finger down your poorly covered cunt. A moan slipped from your swollen lips, thighs trying to find friction against his jeans as you began to rut against him.

“My poor baby,” Jungkook cooed out, tsking at you as you tried bringing him up to kiss him again. He placed his mouth on your navel, pressing gentle kisses as he softly chuckled to himself. You were being impatient as usual, but honestly he didn’t blame you. He had grown accustomed to you getting what you wanted, whenever the hell you wanted it.

“Mine,” he pressed his mouth inside your thigh, fingers tickling your skin. He dragged his lips lower to where you were aching for him to touch you. “Definitely all mine, right baby?”

“Jungkook fucking touch me already, goddamn it,” you said with utter frustration.

His dark gaze landed on you, pierced eyebrow raising. “All mine,” he slowly began to drawl out, beginning to back away from you. “Right?”

“Yes,” you cried out, giving in way too easily. You were all laid out in front of him, top bundled up right beneath your breast, and the only thing covering your aching core was the lace that he adored so much. You stretched out your arms, trying to keep him close to you.

“Whatever my baby wants,” he grinned before pressing a kiss to your already sensitive nub. Not even seconds later he was delving his tongue inside your folds, mouth beginning to slurp your juices on his tongue as you moaned loudly inside his damn car. Your breath hitched, legs restless as Jungkook sucked on your clit, fingers zigzagging their way into your slick covered cunt. He moaned as your legs quivered underneath his hold.

“Already cumming?” he cooed and as your eyes met his, he slowly lapped up his tongue against your cunt until your delicate fingers were tugging at his scalp, eyes seeing stars.

Whenever he ate you out, his fingers were a delicacy. He had you seeing stars, planets, shooting stars, and everything and above. He even knew it since his smug grin was grandiose as your legs quivered in delight. After a few moments, your heaving chest slowed down to its normal state and only then did he began to crawl over you, fingers tracing all the way from your ankle to your sensitive thighs. Jungkook loved watching the way you easily reacted to his mere touch. Just the way he caressed your skin made tiny goosebumps raise, and the way you were glancing at him reassured him that only he could ever touch you like this. Only he could ever have you like this, sprawl underneath him with parted, swollen lips, and heart eyes.

He relied all of his weight on to his forearms as he kissed you dizzy again. He parted your legs with his thigh and had you enveloped him in your embrace as his mouth numbed you senseless. His breathing and yours became one as your parted lips moaned out his name.

“Wanna make you feel good too,” you mumbled against his lips, hands shoving him back on to the seat as you maneuvered your way between the carpeted floor of his car. With a snap of your fingers, you gestured for him to get rid of his jeans completely.

“Eager, baby?” He teased you and you rolled your eyes.

“No,” you decided, mischievous eyes taking him in as you sank down on your knees, all prettily for him. Your teasing fingers trailed up his thighs, mouth following afterwards. Your hot breath ghosted his sensitive skin and you knew Jungkook was already anticipating this as he shakily inhaled.

You kissed his pretty and muscly thighs, and the sharp intake of breath he took in as soon as you did that did not go unnoticed by you. So of course, you flattened out your tongue and slowly lapped away until you were nearing his harden cock. With dribbled spit, you covered his cock, hands wrapping around the base of it. A hiss left his mouth at the feeling of your hands around his cock, eyes rapidly coming to a close. As you grinned, you could feel the pulse in his big, veiny, and angry red cock. You were already salivating to have him in your mouth.

“My baby gonna suck me dry right, mhm?” He was smiling all cheekily with that pretty and lazy smile of his. He began to stretch, arms crossing at the back of his neck, and you just watched at how his biceps flexed at the simple movement. His eyes fluttered to an open, fervent gaze landing on you. He seemed to be in a really good mood lately, always smiling and grabbing at whatever part of your body he could in that instant and you just wanted to kindly reciprocate this electrifying feeling he has been igniting inside of you.

God, you were so enamored by this man that just the sight of him smiling at you weakened you down to your knees, literally.

Hollowing your cheeks, you bobbed your head down to take his cock inside your mouth without a second thought. He groaned, spreading his thighs further apart as you prettily glanced up at him with your mouth full of his cock through your lashes.

“Always so good to me, huh?” He glanced down at you, darkened eyes completely hooded. “Taking my cock into your dirty whore of a mouth.”

You hummed in agreement, tongue dipping into the slit of the head. A soft moan slipped from his lips, mouth slightly ajar. God, this was your favorite part of the night. When Jungkook became this restless and desperate of a mess for his release. He typically lost control and was quick in indulging into his sins, which in this case was just you. He bit back a moan, fingers curling at his sides.

“Gukk,” you moaned out and he whimpered at the sensations your mouth was giving him so easily.

“Fuck,” he grunted out before he slowly began to buck into your mouth, fingers gripping at the edge of his seat. “I know,” he was bucking into your mouth, fingers tugging at the base of your hair so desperately. “you can take more.”

You eased your throat, tears already at the brink of your watery eyes. He was thrusting into your mouth, fingers tangling themselves into your already matted hair. He threw his head back, mouth letting out breathy pants in pleasure. All you could do was dig your nails into his warm skin, taking him all in your mouth just like he loved to every single fucking time. It wasn’t until he slowed down that your tongue lapped the underside of his cock with each stroke and you puckered your mouth, sucking him bone dry until he was incoherently panting out, “There, oh fuck, fuck.”

He was fumbling with his words, uttering out filthy praises in return. “My baby, s-so good to me, right?”

“Mhm,” you keened, tears brimming your eyes.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jungkook vehemently moaned out at the sight in front of him. You were so sloppy with him and fuck that’s just how he fucking loved it. “You gonna swallow what I give you.” He headily barked out at you and you simply nodded rather happily like, trying to have all of him inside your mouth.

With one last suck, his hips stuttered and thick ropes of cum spurted inside your mouth. You proudly took everything in, grinning madly at the man undone before you.

“Fuck, baby,” he panted out, laughing towards the end at how reckless he could become with just your mouth sucking his brains out. You felt his fingers disentangle from your hair and he began patting his thigh, gesturing for you to come back on your reserved seat. Frankly, his mouth was your throne if you wanted, but right now as you slowly neared him, hooking a leg over his leg you were more than content.

“Ride me, baby.” He sinfully purred into your mouth. You could feel the brushing movement of his lips against yours. “I know you wanna milk my cock until your cumming on to my thighs.”

Yes, that’s precisely what you wanted.

You were already climbing over him. With a teasing pace, you slowly grinded yourself against his harden cock, moaning softly from feeling the curve of his tip sliding into your slick, coated cunt. His hands were splayed all over your back, just watching you with hooded eyes and a devilish grin. Your fingers were beginning to get matted in your hair as you sank down until his cock was buried completely inside of you.

“Oh my god,” you shakily breathed in, mewling softly against the crook of his neck. Soft pants emitted from your lips as you tentatively rose and slammed down again. He let out a groan, his bottom lip caught between his pearly, white teeth. Your movements were slow and teasing as you rolled your hips, getting lost in the sensation your pussy was feeling. Jungkook was quickly unraveling at your touch. His greedy hands were tugging at your hair, tongue tracing the underside of your cheek, followed by his mouth ghosting over.

“I missed you so much,” he hotly confessed against your lips, biting and nipping at your lip in such desperation. He began controlling your movements, his urgent hands grabbing your ass to grip the meaty flesh in the palm of his hand. He grinded upwards into you, soft grunts emitting from his pretty and pink lips.

Your voice hitched, moans becoming soft mewls as he guided you to sink back down against his thick, and veiny cock. He slammed you down and you could barely hold yourself together at this point.

“Right there?”

“Yes, ngh, yes,” you whimpered out, fingers digging into his biceps. “Guk, please fuck me.”

“But I love seeing my baby ride me.” He whispered in your ear, his hot and heavy breathing fanning you. “I love hearing your little whimpers, you moaning out my name, and milking my cock like the slut you are.”

You were pressed up against him, the both of you coated with sweat and your moans mixing with his. His face was pressed against your chin while your arms were wrapped around his neck, fingers tugging at his matted and damped waves of hair that covered his eyes.

“Pussy full of my cock,” he growled in your ear, his hands tugging at your hair rather desperately. His thighs and arms underneath you were clenching and bulging with each simple movement he made.

His tongue ran a stripe against the base of your neck, his reddened lips sucking your sweet skin afterwards until a pinkish, purple hue covered your skin. You spread your thighs further, hips rolling downward until your thighs had begun to quiver from the intensity. Jungkook’s heavy breathing ghosted over your sensitive skin. His hands encased your back, lips sucking on your sweet skin, and leaving behind in his wake love bites adorning your skin.

He simply pushed you off him, hands coming around your waist to flip you over, face down, ass up ready for him. He spread your cheeks apart, slowly burying himself into you again. You pressed back against him as he slammed from behind you, hand gripping the back of your thigh to keep you in place.

“Oh my god,” you moaned out against the seat, fingers gripping the cushion quite harshly. He was already fucking into you, his cock sliding right in since you were already dripping between your thighs. “Oh, mfuck,” you hitched out, your voice becoming hysteric at this point.

“I’m close, so close, close,” you incoherently mewled out, lips muffled by how hard he was pounding into you. The only thing you could hear was the sound of heavy breathing, and the squelching of how his cock was slamming into your tight and wet cunt.

You felt your forehead press against the leather seats, eyes screwing shut as you felt the familiar heat pool in your lower abdomen. “Jungkook m’close, soclose, so fucking clo--” you headily cried out as he kept slamming into you, grunting as his hips met your ass.

He bruised you up as he grinded up to you entirely until you felt like you couldn’t breathe anymore. In that moment, Jungkook grabbed a hold of your hand and slammed it against the seat above your head. His fingers curled with yours as his hips stammered against yours and his hold tightened around yours as his movements became more sloppy.

“M’close, baby,” he groaned out against your ear, bodies practically coated with perspiration. “Cum with me.”

You twisted halfway, meeting him with a messy and teeth clashing kiss. You hummed against his lips and Jungkook looked so fucked out in that moment. Half lidded eyes, mouth slightly parted, and damp hair matted against his melanin skin. He came moaning against your mouth and as he turned you to face him, he gave a few more thrusts, fingers digging into your hips until your legs began quivering and your orgasm shattered you completely.

“Oh fuck me,” you breathed out, grinning madly as he kissed you, enveloping you in his strong arms. You curled yourself into his side, trying to grab a hold of your breathing in silence.

“Filled you up pretty well, eh baby?” he smirked, dark gaze landing on your thighs as he watched his cum spill down your thighs, decorating your skin so prettily.

“I thought you said you wanted a hit?” you humored out and Jungkook cupped your cheeks in his hands.

“I didn’t clarify a hit of what, or who really,” he responded breathily and you puckered your lips up even more. Complying, he gave you a tiny peck before slowly releasing you.

“Wanna go for some soju and ramen?” He asked you, arms stretching over his head as he stretched what he could really. There wasn’t much space in his Mercedes Benz. Your eyes followed the ripples of muscles and tattoos that adorned his tanned and built body in awe.

You nodded as you leaned over to open his console, knowing his rolled blunt would probably be in there. There was two actually, but you knew that would be used after you both arrived home together. As you gathered everything, Jungkook had grabbed some napkins and began cleaning you up. He grabbed a hold of his shirt and simply uttered out, “Up.”

To which you placed the blunt in between your lips and your arms over your head. He was gentle as he slowly slid his tee on you, trying to miss the blunt in your mouth as he covered your body with his shirt. With his finger, he bopped your nose rather adoringly and you were quick in lighting the blunt, sending him a lovesick smile in appreciation in return.

“I like the sound of that, you know?” you said as you dragged out your hit, blowing out the smoke directly on his face. He patted his thigh once again. Unfortunately, his pretty cock was no longer free, but rather covered to your displeasure. However, you were more than happy to climb back on to your reserved seat. You placed yourself in between his thighs instead, back against his shirtless chest.

As you inhaled, with one hand you started running your fingers through his hair, tugging him down to meet your lips. The blunt was in one hand as you kissed him slowly, tongue tracing the underside of his lips. Smoke blew out, engulfing the both of you as you giggled against his mouth.

“I’m just wondering how you managed to let me into your life.” He quietly began, watching you take another hit from his blunt. You felt tingles course throughout your body. Heart was beating a little faster and a little harder as he glanced at you with those doe eyes that held your universe and world in them.

“You fucked me so good, what can I say?” you teased, but in reality you were on the verge of falling recklessly in love with him. The thought had frightened you at one point, but now as he wrapped his arms around your waist, lips whispering sweet nothings on to your skin, it only emphasized your feelings for him.

Smoke caressed your skin as you felt him nuzzle into the crook of your neck, muttering out, “Ditto, baby.”

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android1000 · 2 years

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my baby says she wanna dance wit a ghost wants to leave me uh 😮‍💨

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snarkwrites · 3 years

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dancer | greg sanders ; csi vegas

Notes:

Okay, so first of all. No full on actual filth. Just some mild filth here. Secondly, this whole thing came about as a result of a rather uh.. inspiring conversation between @twistnet and I, so.. I love you babe, you’re the best.

Secondly, this is an AU of trouble... This part picks up from [ first date ] and it’s roughly a few weeks later, ya know.. after they’ve been dating a bit. You do not have to be reading the main fic [ trouble ] for this to make sense but.. if you wanna know how they met in this version of their story, it’s advised to read [ first date ] .

Prompt:

dirty dancing at a club / as per our discussion.

Pairing:

Sidle!Sibling OFC, Belle x Greg Sanders

Warning:

Dry humping against the wall, stripping mention, body fluid mention, liiight dirty talk, flustered Greg.. This content is not intended for minors. If you’re under 18+, this was not written for your eyes, you need to click away now.

Other Stuff:

[ faq - tag list doc ]

Tagging:

@chasingeverybreakingwave

@twistnet

D A N C E R.

I definitely hadn’t been planning on Greg ever actually seeing me dance at the club. He knew I danced at a club on the Strip two nights a week, but I hadn’t ever really mentioned much beyond “oh hey, i’m an exotic dancer two nights a week” since we’d started getting to know each other.

Honestly, I’d been surprised when he hadn’t ghosted me over it after I told him. It wouldn’t have been the first time it happened.

I found myself wondering how he figured out which club and what nights I worked. Puzzled. Body burning all over as I stood waiting to take my usual spot on stage. Wondering how everything was going to play out after he actually saw me dancing.

,, welp. Here goes nothing.” I thought to myself, taking a long and deep breath. Pulling myself together. ,, He’s either going to be fine with it or this is going to be too much for him.” the thought intruded and I tried to ignore it.

As soon as I realized that it wasn’t just Greg present, and that apparently, something had happened out in the parking lot that called for Forensics to come down and investigate, I felt a little relieved. Still heavily concerned that his knowing and now, actually seeing proof that I am a dancer at a club two nights a week was going to strain things between us.

Rebel Yell began to play and I slunk out onto the stage as soon as the announcer read off my name, announcing me to the crowd gathered to watch. My breath caught in my throat as I locked eyes with Greg, leaning against the bar at the back of the club.

Staring at me intently. Biting his lip.

The stage was too far away to really try and get a good read on his facial expression upon actually seeing me on stage, dressed in the skimpy little school girl outfit. I took a deep breath and grabbed the pole, starting to grind against it.

One of the regulars in the front started to howl. I tensed a little, but I quickly got myself pulled together again. Just because my new boyfriend was present didn’t mean I was going to allow myself to have an off night.

,, he might not even be your boyfriend after actually seeing you. Telling him and being honest about it is one thing. Him actually witnessing it is another entirely.” my mind taunted.

From the back of the club, I could almost swear I heard my sister yelling at the regular in the front to shut the fuck up and watch the dance and the thought had me smirking a little. Something finally clicked for me and I was able to block out everything going on in my mind and everything awaiting me after I left the stage.

Because I wasn’t stupid by any stretch. I knew that Greg was going to have a reaction to watching me, one way or another.

I circled the pole, starting to make my way up it. Back arching. Moving slowly. Once I was at the top, I dropped down again, settling on the floor in a split. They always say that if you’re nervous, pick a random in the crowd. Make your entire performance for their eyes only. And given just how nervous I was tonight and how badly I wanted Greg not to wind up being like the other guys who’d not been able to handle my dancing, I decided that I might as well give him a really good look at what he was in for.. Rolling over from that gracefully, crawling and writhing around on the stage. Whipping my head around as I crawled out a little closer to the end of the circular area. Closer to the crowd.

I locked eyes with Greg just in time to find him watching me intently. Eyes roaming over my body. Slow enough that I knew he was undressing me with his eyes. I had a good enough view of him now that I could clearly see the way his eyes flooded with lust and he mumbled “Fuck” to himself on several occasions. I even saw the angry look in his eyes when that same regular who’d been yelling and saying sexual things earlier in my dance took it upon himself to start again. Greg’s gaze shifted for just a moment then, locking eyes with the regular. When he called out for the guy to shut the fuck up, my breath caught just a little. His eyes fixed on me all over again. I could feel myself starting to get wet. So wet. Especially when his tongue dragged slowly over the outline of his lips and he gave me this adorable shy little wink.

I saw him get up closer to the end of my song, disappearing towards the area of the club where the bathrooms and the dressing area for the dancers were located.

My song ended and he still hadn’t come back out to the main area. As I walked to the back and towards the dressing area, I fully expected to be greeted by him telling me he couldn’t do this, that my night hobby was just too much for him to take.

Instead, I was greeted by him leaning against the wall, waiting. I stopped to stand in front of him and took a few shaky breaths, waiting for whatever he was going to say. Tensed up because I was so afraid this was about to be over before it even really began. When he locked eyes with me, I swallowed hard. Preparing myself to say something.

Just when I was about to, he pressed the side of his finger against my lips, quieting me. He towered over me slightly as his body pinned mine against the wall. One of his hands captured mine over my head. Holding them there as his other hand skimmed over my body and his mouth dove against mine. Teeth scraping at my lips.

“You realize you’re going to be covered in glitter..” I muttered in a daze as the kiss deepened. The shock was starting to wear off and a smile formed at the realization that he wasn’t leaving and obviously, we weren’t over. I let out a ragged breath that got swallowed up in the kiss.

“You realize I’m stupid horny right now and really don’t care, right?” Greg chuckled quietly as his free hand wandered down, settling against my core, squeezing and rubbing the heel of his hand against my already flooded thong. As soon as he realized just how little my panties left to the imagination, he growled against my mouth, “Fuck.” the K lingering harsh in the air as he pressed his hand against my core even harder, rubbing faster. I rocked against his hand, trying to catch my breath.

My mouth broke from his, trailing down the front of his throat and he gripped hold of my chin, pulling my mouth back up to meet his. Bucking himself into me as his finger dragged over my center.

“You’ll give me a private show later, right?” he muttered, gazing down at me as the kiss broke again and we struggled to catch our breath. I bit my lip, smiling as I nodded yes at him. He grinned and leaned in, reaching beneath my skirt to give my ass a squeeze, muttering against the shell of my ear, “We’d better get out to the front.”

I pouted at this.

“Oh, I’m not happy about it either, baby.” Greg’s forehead rested against mine as he chuckled and continued quietly, “Because I’m fucked as far as focus and concentration go now. Absolutely fucked.”

“Aww. I’d say I’m sorry but honestly? Nah. I’m not.” I teased, slipping my hand down and in between us, palming at the way he strained at his jeans. He groaned and rocked himself against my hand, taking a few deep breaths. Gazing at me. “I told you none of this bothered me. You know I mean it now.. Right?”

I nodded. Rose up and pulled him into another kiss, my fingers dragging through his hair. Muttering against his mouth as the kiss broke and I pulled away, “You really need to get back out there.”

“I’ll be waiting on you, okay?”

I nodded, smiling.

He went back out to the front of the club and I went to the dressing rooms.

My intention was to change, but honestly.. The chance to tease him just a little more took hold.

Instead of changing, I made my way over to the side of the club where the rest of the girls had gone to be examined.

XXX

Warrick coughed, nodding to Belle as he met Sara’s gaze. “Ready to watch Greg lose his fuckin mind, Sidle?”

Sara nodded. Muttering a thoughtful “Oh shit. This should be interesting” as she gave a soft laugh, nudging Greg. Nodding in her sister’s direction. “You’re up, Greggo.”

Nick chuckled, giving a teasing grin as Greg’s cheeks tinted pale red. Greg’s eyes settled on Belle and he swore under his breath. His first instinct was to take off his button up and cover her. Because Nick and Warrick… And some of the rowdy regulars who were apparently, fans of hers.

He hadn’t been expecting to feel the primal surge of jealousy. Dominance.

The need to show the other men present that Belle was his and his alone.

It took him by surprise.

After he managed to pull himself together, he made his way over to Belle, blacklight in hand.

He stepped as close as he could to her. Blocking the view of the other men present.

He didn’t have to look at Nick to know that Nick was probably pouting about it and he didn’t care. His eyes roamed over Belle and he muttered quietly, “I thought you were changing, princess.”

Belle gave a soft giggle. Playing coy as her hand raised to her mouth and she mumbled softly, “Oops. In my defense, I was awfully distracted when I went in the back to do that.”

Greg coughed a little and blushed, chuckling. “Distracted, huh?”

“Mhm.” Belle licked her lips. “Somebody had me all hot and bothered. Wet.”

Greg bit his lower lip, taking a shaky breath. Fighting back a low growl.

Whispering in a lower tone so nobody around them could hear, “Are you seriously teasing me right now, baby? Is that what this is? What am I going to do with you, hm?”

“ I mean, just a suggestion here sir.. But you could fuck me.” Belle muttered audibly. Greg, flustering and chuckling quietly, nearly dropped the blacklight because he’d been running it up and down her body.

Greg managed to recover, but not before Nick called out calmly, “You’re actin like a rookie over there, Greggo.”

Greg flipped him off and rolled his eyes.

“It’s cute. The way you get flustered.” Belle teased gently. Greg stepped away, smirking. “You’re all clear, Ms. Sidle.” and as he went to move on to the next person in line, he stopped beside her. Leaning in close. His mouth grazing the shell of her ear.

“Just wait. You’ve got to remember, princess… you’re coming home with me tonight. Keep going though, by all means.”

Belle barely stopped a whimper and when he saw her clench her legs slightly, he chuckled.

Belle muttered aloud, “Fuck.” as she watched him walk away, fanning herself.

#greg sanders fanfiction #greg sanders imagine #greg sanders one shot #greg sanders fanfic #greg sanders imagines #greg sanders oneshot #my writing ; greg sanders #my fics ; greg sanders #my oneshots; greg sanders #// absolutely no one (0) under 18+#// body fluids tw #// stripping tw #// suggestive

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Just finished S2 of TUA and spoilers but I have some ISSUES

- why??? Does Allison only mention her entire ass daughter ??? Very off handedly once ??? I get it’s a time jump and she had time to process/grieve but she NEVER brings her up. there’s not even like a sad scene of her watching a little girl play

- umm??? So Ben ??? Is basically a rapist now?? That’s what we went with ??? Klaus didn’t consent to the possession (and when he did it was after being guilted and pressured) and then he didn’t inform the girl he was sleeping with that it was him and kept going even though Klaus said NO

- Ben is also just ?? An asshole?? Like there’s so many awful, degrading, rude little comments. In the first season they clearly had some issues but it was mostly teasing and all but this season he genuinely jsut seemed to not give the slightest shit about Klaus?? He literally called Dave a “fling”. Like oh yea the man he loved who bled out in his arms. That’s a fLiNg.

-speaking of Dick!Ben. Are we really saying he manipulated Klaus into years of guilt for making him stay despite fully knowing he chose not to go?? Like I think the boy has enough trauma maybe don’t give him guilt over something he didn’t do

-where did Klaus’ trauma go??? It yeeted out of his character arc. Like there’s just no ghosts and he’s not scared at all the few times they are mentioned?? And he has like two sorta ptsd moments but like that’s literally it?? Season 1 showed so much of his trauma from a child and Vietnam and season 2 just went nah byeee

-also he is sober for THREE YEARS and then he drinks again and it’s used as a humour device?? Like they do the dancing and have Ben basically saying he’s weak and useless and then have his siblings jsut drink with him. Like ??? Boy was good for three years and Ben can only shit on him and his other siblings don’t care and it’s not even a Big Deal™️

-speaking of Klaus. He?? Didn’t grieve ??? For Ben??? We didn’t even get to see his reaction??? We get him being like 😕 in bed for two seconds and then him being a little serious in the car with Vanya and that’s it? Like you’ve had someone with you almost constantly for over a decade, someone who has witnessed your trauma and understands you and you just ??? Not even a Tear? Not even a Sad Angst Moment? Like he literally just goes back to cracking jokes immediately??

-back to Ben so like ?? We barely ever see this girl he likes ?? He’s never even fucking talked to her ??? But that’s his entire arc ??? He gets pissed at Klaus for trying to find Dave (The Love Of His Life Who Trauamtically and Violently Died Early) because he likes this random girl he literally cannot even speak to??? Like??? What??? You know Klaus. You saw how he was with Dave. And yet??? You are saying ??? He’s the selfish one?? For trying to save his life ??? When you literally only wanna go back to crush on this girl??? Like he can’t even do possession yet so it’s not like he even thinks he has a chance?? He deadset is like hey no me staring at this girl is more important than you trying to save the love of your life from dying in a war he signed up for as a baby.

-wtf was that weird shit with pogo??? Like idk fam maybe I need to rewatch bits but like ??? It seemed so random and out of place and just ehg

-Hargreeves is?? Wearing a skin suit??? But what about the flashback with his dying wife?? Was she not an alien?? When he took off the skin it was jsut his face right, does that mean he has a human body or are they just not joined together?? Did he fuck his dead wife and/or grace with the skin suit on or off? What?

-back to Klaus again. Why did they spend season 1 showing him as the useless, druggie brother and overcome that and show him finally get clean and grow stronger and find a way to be useful and helpful...only to have him go back to being useless and druggie in season 2. Like??? He fuckin does shit all?? We see like two ghosts (apart from that one future apocalypse scene in ep1) but like that’s it?? Like he plays zero role in that entire end episode besides that brief shitty car scene I’m just-

-I’m mostly just pissed about Klaus and Ben tbh, my faves deserved the world and they got literally shit all

#the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #spoilers #season 2 #season 2 spoilers #ben hargreeves #diego hargreeves #reginald hargreeves #vanya hargreeves

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amwritesitall · 4 years

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Sally McKenna Playlist

Masterlist

I listen to this playlist so much it’s just ahh. As of the time I’m writing this, this bad boy is almost exactly 3 and a half hours long

Occasional little blurbs under the songs that are... interesting

Playlist link

“R U Mine?” by Arctic Monkeys

I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be And satisfaction feels like a distant memory And I can't help myself, all I Wanna hear her say is "Are you mine?" Well, are you mine?

How could I not put some Arctic Monkeys for Sally. They scream Sally vibes.

“The Cult of Dionysus” by The Orion Experience

I'm feeling devious You're looking glamorous Let's get mischievous And polyamorous Wine and women and wonderful vices Welcome to the cult of Dionysus

At first this song might seem a little weird, but it is quite the banger once you get into it

“I Miss Having Sex But At Least I Don’t Want To Die” by Waterparks

I miss having sex but at least I don't wanna die anymore And I think that's pretty cool I miss seeing the red on your face when I made you blush, hey But I think it's fine, it's cool

This song is such a mood I can’t even.

“summer depression” by girl in red

Pretty face with pretty bad dreams No one knows i cry in my sleep Waking up feeling like shit It's a normal thing to feel like this

I don't care I'm feeling down I wanna stay home Never go outside Summer depression comes every year I just want to disappear

Do you listen to girl in red because I sure do

“OK” by Wallows

I'm getting too close You say you love me most It's hard to trust it even though I want to Need to get this shit out of my head Before I flip this on myself instead

I’m in an unofficial girl band called Sugar Tits and this is one of the songs we’re going to cover. I feel like Sally would appreciate this.

“505″ by Arctic Monkeys

I'm going back to 505 If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive In my imagination you're waiting, lying on your side With your hands between your thighs

Stop and wait a sec Oh, when you look at me like that, my darling What did you expect? I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck Or I did last time I checked

This song SCREAMS Sally and I stand by that

“Gold Dust Woman - 2004 Remaster” by Fleetwood Mac

Did she make you cry Make you break down Shatter your illusions of love And is it over now do you know how Pick up the pieces and go home.

I can’t not put a Fleetwood Mac song

“Dontmakemefallinlove” by Cuco

I don't think I'm meant to be with you I don't wanna make you sad All the time just feeling bad Girl, don't make me fall in love with you I don't think I'm right for you I'm just disappointing you

Angsty Sally not feeling good enough

“Prom Queen” by Beach Bunny

Teach me how to be okay I don't want to downplay my emotions They say beauty is pain You'll only be happy If you look a certain way

Sally vibes, man

“3 Nights” by Dominic Fike

Three nights at the motel Under streetlights In the city of palms Call me what you want, when you want, if you want And you can call me names if you call me up

Hotel Cortez love affair with our girl Sally

“Marlboro Nights” by Lonely God

I don't wanna go to school tomorrow I can't study Thinking about you And you know I always do I don't wanna go to sleep tonight when I can stay up Thinking about you And you know I always do

This is teen Sally and it is not up for debate

“Paper Thin Hotel” by Matt Maltese

I listened to your kisses at the door I never heard the world so clear before You ran your bath and you began to sing I felt so good I couldn't feel a thing I stood there with my ear against the wall I was not seized by jealousy at all In fact a burden lifted from my soul I learned that love was out of my control

A lot of these songs I have cried to and thinking about angsty Sally makes it even harder not to cry. Picture poor Sally being trapped in the Cortez and having to witness someone she love be with another person. How can you not be sad thinking about that?

“Lonely Eyes” by The Front Bottoms

You've got me stuck to where I'm sittin' Lookin' at your eyes And I know I'm so pathetic I wouldn't move to save my life And they tell me that you're lonely It's no surprise When you walk around all day wearing those Lonely, lonely, lonely eyes

Lonely bb

“me & ur ghost” by blackbear

I'm not alone It's just me and your ghost And this cripplin' depression I thought I learned my lesson But, I threw out my phone And I burned all your clothes And now I'm not alone It's just me and your ghost

You could take this literally or metaphorically. I’d argue that it works either way.

“Cigarettes On Patios” by BabyJake

I was smoking cigarettes on patios I was throwing money in the air Maybe I should pick that shit back up Bet my night on love Here we go again

This song is extremely repetitive, but the vibe fits.

“Sex n’ Drugs” by Abhi The Nomad

Born faceless Please save me My soul's tainted It's how I've been born I've worn patience Please save me I'm more tasteful than ever before

Sally’s theme song and overall lifestyle

“Foreplay” by Jalen Santoy

First they tell you that they love you Then they ask where you coming from Like you the only one feeling how you feeling Then you lie just to make it sound appealing

I love you The things that cross my mind while I'm by myself I hate you These things go through my mind while I'm by myself I fuck you These things run through my mind while I'm by myself Well fuck you It's always on my mind, think I need some help

Find me vibin’ to this. Sally dealing with fake ass bitches.

“hot girl bummer” by blackbear

Fuck you, and you, and you I hate your friends and they hate me too I'm through, I'm through, I'm through This that hot girl bummer anthem Turn it up and throw a tantrum

Hot girl summer Sally

“1 SIDED LOVE” by blackbear

You're too busy talking over me to hear what I'm saying You're too high to realize I see Through the smile that you're faking You're so into yourself Everyone else is overrated And everything's changing Is your heart worth breaking?

I could cry to this. Actually now that I think about it, I have cried to this and Sally would too.

“Easier” by 5 Seconds of Summer

Is it easier to stay? Is it easier to go? I don't wanna know, oh But I know that I'm never, ever gonna change And you know you don't want it any other way

An angry vibe

“Wrong” by Ally Hills

I can't keep on living with a delicate mind If I make a coffee, can we act like we're fine? When we were tangled in the sheets And waking up in our bed 'Cause now you strangle me in my sleep And I wake up with you in my head

Oh oh Oh oh I thought you loved me

A sad post break up vibe

“Space” by Ally Hills

You don't even care that my clothes aren't there. You needed the hanger space. You don't even mind 'cause you don't waste time Filling in all the blanks.

I wish you were sad for a day so you would know how it tastes to be lonely I wish you would stay in for a night to see what it's like fading slowly

Another sad post break up vibe

“Liability” by Lorde

Baby really hurt me Crying in the taxi He don't wanna know me Says he made the big mistake of dancing in my storm Says it was poison So I guess I'll go home Into the arms of the girl that I love The only love I haven't screwed up She's so hard to please But she's a forest fire

Ok, but try to listen to this song while sad and not cry??? I could cry to this even if I’m not sad. It just comes on and I’m like “yeah bitch I am a liability.”

“All Girls Are The Same” by Juice WRLD

Ten minutes, she tell me it would take ten minutes To break my heart, oh no she didn't Fuck livin', I'ma drown in my sorrow Fuck givin', I'ma take not borrow And I'm still sinnin', I'm still losin' my mind I know I been trippin', I'm still wasting my time All the time given, am I dyin? Am I livin'? It's fuck feelings, my sorrow go up to the ceilin'

Heartbroken gal

“The Louvre” by Lorde

I am your sweetheart psychopathic crush Drink up your movements, still I can't get enough I overthink your p-punctuation use Not my fault, just a thing that my mind do

A rush at the beginning I get caught up, just for a minute But lover, you're the one to blame, all that you're doing Can you hear the violence? Megaphone to my chest

CRASHING INTO LOVE WITH RECKLESS SALLY

“Writer In The Dark” by Lorde

Break the news, you're walking out To be a good man for someone else Sorry, I was never good like you Stood on my chest and kept me down Hated hearing my name on the lips of a crowd Did my best to exist just for you

Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark Now she's gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark

Angsty song writer Sally

“Sims” by Lauv

I wish that you and I lived in the Sims We could build a house and plant some flowers and have kids But we're both at some trashy Halloween party downtown And I'll probably never see you again I wish that we lived on a VHS I'd erase the things I said and that I'll probably say again Hit rewind on all the times I got lost in my head But I guess I'll never see you again I'll probably never see you again

Ok hang with me for a second here. Sally leaving the Cortez in her one night of freedom. She meets someone at a Halloween party and they hit it off, but she doesn’t think to get her contact information or anything, so she spends the next year thinking of seeing the mysterious girl again.

“Everybody Talks” by Neon Trees

It started with a whisper And that was when I kissed her And then she made my lips hurt I could hear the chit chat Take me to your love shack Mamas always gotta back track When everybody talks back

Sally can take me to her love shack anytime

“prom dress” by mxmtoon

I can't help the fact I like to be alone It might sound kinda sad, but that's just what I seem to know I tend to handle things usually by myself And I can't ever seem to try and ask for help

I'm sitting here, crying in my prom dress I'd be the prom queen if crying was a contest

The last line screams teenage Sally, but also Sally now too?

“i hope your whole life sux” by blackbear

The truth yeah, is I've been up for days on cocaine The truth is I've been up for days tryin' not to think about you I hope that I'm the reason that you can't sleep I hope that your whole life sucks without me The truth is I've been up for days thinkin' 'bout you

Unhealthy coping mechanisms from our favorite druggie

Please don’t do cocaine. Cocaine ruin yo brain.

“Teeth” by 5 Seconds of Summer

Some days, you're the only thing I know Only thing that's burning when the nights grow cold Can't look away, can't look away Beg you to stay, beg you to stay, yeah Sometimes, you're a stranger in my bed Don't know if you love me or you want me dead Push me away, push me away Then beg me to stay, beg me to stay

Spicy Sally

“Fuck Up” by Tana Mongeau

'Cause I'm a fuck up, and I'm so fucked up And all these voices in my head won't shut the fuck up 'Cause I'm a fuck up, and I'm so fucked up And it's 5 p.m. and I just woke the fuck up

This song is me, but also Sally.

“hell is where i dreamt of u and woke up alone” by blackbear

I'm in need of moderation Nah, I need a fucking break 'Cause I just railed down enough lines tonight To spell your first and last name

And it's all because I dreamt of you And woke up alone What a wonderful tone To bring you back home

I don’t even do cocaine, but this shit strikes something within me

“Idfc” by blackbear

Tell me pretty lies Look me in the face Tell me that you love me Even if it's fake 'Cause I don't fucking care, at all

Just tell Sally you love her

“Weekend” by Club House

I know you always say that you're alright But then you want to talk on the low And if you wanna a break, baby we can Hit the rooftop all alone Let me make you smile, baby all night Fuck around maybe get stoned You know that we can do it every weekend But you just wanna talk on the low

Care free loving with Sally

“Supplier!” by Crisaunt

Baby girl All of this fighting got me tired All this love that you desire All this effort you require I cannot be your supplier

I’m pretty sure I put this on here for vibes

“Model Student” by Grady

Growing up, i got used to laughs Suddenly JanSport really had my back I came into the world an outcast I didn´t dress the same I didn´t act the same But the popular kids Peaked around 17 And the only peaking i did Was looking for a fuck to give

Sally doesn’t give a fuck

“Life Inside” by Verzache

My life inside Wish I could get out and go ride a bike Head in the wind, and know what it's like And wear my ones like we did all the time Please, don't remind me 'bout my life inside I waste on my phone, sleep most the time Wake up to texts from girls I used to like Try not to text back, the light hurts my eyes Smoke 'til I'm knocked out

Trapped in Hotel Cortez Sally

“Haunt You” by Social House

Better off this way but I want you, want you, want you Sometimes I just wanna fucking Call you, call you, call you Never thought something beautiful could Haunt you, haunt you, haunt you

Shout out to @make--your--life--spectacular for telling me about this song because it is really good and fits Sally’s vibes

“if i could i would feel nothing” by blackbear

Underneath it all the truth is that I Really feel like shit I'm so sick of being tired I'm so tired of being sick

Post breakup Sally

“Crash and Burn” by Marc E. Bassy

Girl, we got some dangerous minds Every time we bring them together Nothing can take us off this ride Maybe we'll crash and we'll burn together

Sally is a crash and burn together kind of gal

“STFU” by mansionz, Spark Master Tape

Shut the fuck up right now and let me breathe Shut the fuck up right now, let me do my thing Slow down, slow down, slow down Quit hitting my phone up, quit hitting my phone up Quit hitting my phone, slow down

Annoyed Sally vibes

“fuck, i’m lonely” by Lauv, Anne-Marie

Fuck, I'm lonely, I'm lonely, I'm lonely as Fuck, come hold me, come hold me, come hold me It's been me, myself, and why did you go, did you go? Oh, fuck, I'm lonely, I'm lonely, I'm lonely, lonely,

I miss those nights when you would come over Spent all night just tryna get closer That was June and now it's October I don't want, don't wanna get over

Fuck, Sally’s lonely

“If You’re Too Shy (Let Me Know)” by The 1975

"Maybe I would like you better if you took off your clothes I'm not playing with you, baby I think that you should give it a go" She said, "Maybe I would like you better if you took off your clothes I wanna see, and stop thinking If you're too shy, then let me Too shy, then let me know"

Sally is the “she” you speak of

“Instead of My Room” by Charlie Burg

We are simpatico Don't wanna let you go I wanna get to know (I wanna go out and see the new Star Wars with you) Play me another song I want to sing along Give my a melody (I heard the Hunger Games wasn't as good as the book)

Teen vibes, but also parts of this are talking about music and music is definitely a love language for Sally

“pharmacy” by Isaac Dunbar

Mmm, hurt me I kind of developed a taste for it Mmm, hurt me I want the pain between my lips

Feed it to me softly From your purple and blue fingers Constricted to only you To whom I seem to linger See me climb too high You cut the vine you had to hinder me

Prescribe yourself to me You're the only remedy Have me begging on my knees You're my pharmacy

Sally is into this and you can’t tell me any differently

“Daze Inn - Acoustic” by Carlie Hanson

We spent last night trippin' at the Daze Inn Lost in time like we got on a spaceship Tell me all your dreams when you wake up Carry me from the pool to the bathtub

Daze Inn = Hotel Cortez

“Last Nite” by The Strokes

Last night, she said "Oh, baby, don't feel so down Oh, it turns me off When I feel left out" So I, I turned round Oh, baby, gonna be alright It was a great big lie 'Cause I left that night, yeah

V I B E S

“Lonely Times” by Hot Flash Heat Wave

Lemme tell ya a little story fresh out of my dormitory I didn't know where things were going City lights felt like drowning in the ocean Late nights lying in my bed with all these thoughts swimming through my head Lonely times drifting in my dreams, I feel alright when I'm drifting, I’m drifting

Sally reminiscing on her times before the Cortez

“blackboard.edu” by Arlie

Don't listen to me I just need a good night's sleepAnd you keep me up all night Can't talk right I'm fallin' in my clothes And even though I'm feeling like death I can't be upset 'Cause I finally know

If you can’t tell, I love teen AUs

“7PM” by Lilacs, Lizzy McAlpine

I'm losing my mind I'm reading the news for the hell of it I'm wondering if she's on your mind Losing track of time I'm learning to cook for the hell of it And I'm wondering if she's by your side Tonight

Trapped in the Cortez and can’t go out and be with anyone

“i’m so tired...” by Lauv, Troye Sivan

I'm so tired of love songs, tired of love songs Tired of love songs, tired of love Just wanna go home, wanna go home Wanna go home, whoa

Sick of them damn love songs

“So Alright, Cool, Whatever” by The Happy Fits

How could you ever really know? If you never look You don't know what you'll find I've got an effervescent glow If you'd show me all the dark parts of your mind.

I wanna be with you. I wanna be with you. I wanna be barely hangin' on.

Sally falls HARD

“Kilby Girl” by The Backseat Lovers

I overheard that she was 19 with a fake ID and a nose ring Those kind of girls tend to know things better than I do And I'm dying to figure out what she's hiding She's playing it cool but she's lying, better than I do

TEEN SALLY

“New Girl” by FINNEAS

I wanna scratch your surface I wanna feel your groove I wanna be your needle I wanna lick your wound You wanna play with fire? Stick and poke tattoo? You wanna play, my new girl? I wanna play with you

The energy, the presence, the vibes

“Chicken Tenders” by Dominic Fike

We settled but it never felt right 'cause we can't keep still And we try to fight the way everything feels When we step out of line I met your gaze and it was love that we were makin' And she spoke a different language There was no need for translation And I ordered chicken fingers to my room, girl But we got some things to do first

This song is something that’s for sure

“no friends” by mazie

I don't have no fucking friends Don't have fun, I don't break hearts I don't have no fucking friends

If less is more then I'm doing the most I'm so bored, and I feel like a ghost I don't wanna smoke no more 'cause I'm broke And my window won't open God, my life is a joke

Sally is lonely and needs love

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👄 Do you kiss on the first date?

📼 Favorite movie romance?

💐 Do you think sending flowers is an appropriate gesture? Why, or why not, and if so, when?

☕ Coffee date, dinner date, or movie date?

Love, Love me do... || Accepting

👄 Do you kiss on the first date?

“I don’ date.” Those are the first words that come out of her mouth, though, maybe unfortunately for Aspen, they won’t be the last. She twirls her straw in her cup, having just tried the iced coffee the other woman is fond of, and for all the sweetness in it, there’s still a sour taste in her mouth and what feels like hot burning coals in her belly.

“Don’ see da point. I don’ ... I don’ really feel romantic toward oddah people. Not like you or Andy or...really almost every kine I know. I mean, I go places. Mos’ly wi’ friends. I go out f’ dance. F’ movies. Stuff li’dat but not alone, not like a couple. Second...no one really askin’ me to, eiddah. An’ I’m pretty sure if someone did, before I could say yes or no, Andy would politely decline on my behalf. Take it a step more far...assuming I did go out wi’ someone, jus’ da two of us, first time... I don’ know dem. An’ kissin’ is mebbe da third mos’ intimate kine of expression an’ if put in dat situation, prolly punch ‘em dead in da face.”

~*~

📼 Favorite movie romance?

Everyone knows that Westley and Buttercup are the idealisation of everything Beth’s romantic soul finds appealing. There’s sweetness, incredible romance, swashbuckling, and who wouldn’t want your bashful farm boy to grow up into a sword-wielding Man in Black who would stop at nothing to rescue you. Someone who loves you so much, they would come back from death just to be with you? But Beth also knows that anyone who knows her well enough, gets sick to death of that being her truest go to. And it isn’t the only one she loves best, it’s just the first one that always comes to mind.

So she reaches out for the second one that comes up when she bothers to think about it.

“Li’dat... Phan’om of Da Opera, an’ Christine. Granted, is very one-sided an’ I nevah figure out how...jus’....Like okay. So you got Erik ~he’s da phan’om, but not really a ghost, jus’ pretends to be one, for reasons~ an’ Erik is dis really brilliant musician and magician ~stage kinna magic, not real kine~ an’ he travels da world, an’ constantly get’s dumped on by everyone cause he was born with tragic facial deformity. Eventually, he help build da Opera Populaire in Paris an’ was minding his business an’ da t’eatre t’rough da manager. Den dis orphan girl, daughter of a famous musician ends up at da Opera House. An’ one time she sing for him an’ he decides t’ train her but like...on da down low. An when she gets older, he realise he loves her, but den her old friend from childhood, rich guy son show up, an’ make eyes at her an she make eyes at him an...I guess wha’ I’m sayin’ is...I nevah understood how she could choose some rich guy over da beautiful soul of da Phantom dat love her SO much he would do anyt’ing, even kill lots of people, to make her happy.”

~*~

💐 Do you think sending flowers is an appropriate gesture? Why, or why not, and if so, when?

“I mean, define...appropriate? Well, no. I suppose it’s a maddah of context, really, isn’ it? I could send flowers to a friend ~male or female, cause dat always seem to make a difference to people~ like on special occasions. Birt’day, wedding, anniversary of some kine, funeral, all dat kine. No one would blink an eye. Could send flowers to female friend just cause dey pretty, or cause she like dem. Again, no issue to be had. But...say I was seein’ a guy in a romantic context... even as flexible an’ fashionable as it is now a-days wi’ expandin’ gender roles... da man in question, his immediate peers or family, an’ maybe even some of my friends would definitely find dat weird.

“And mebbe more so, dependin’ on when. Like we jus’ met? Unless I know it’s one dem special occasions, oh absolutely not. Dat’s da kine...inappropriate. Mebbe later on, once we know each oddah real good, once we both consider each oddah as friends, den mebbe yeah...cause at dat point, he know I’m kinda weird, kinda funny li’dat. I dunno. I t’ink if I was gonna do some kine li’dat, I would ask Andy his opinion. My braddah never steer me wrong, yet. An’ he really loves givin’ me advice.”

~*~

☕ Coffee date, dinner date, or movie date?

“Oh uhm.” This is another one that needs more context and her brows furrow as she takes an inordinate amount of time to answer. “Like, if jus’ met dis person I’m goin’ out wit’? Absolutely goddah choose coffee. Dinner is awkward because like...I no eat meat if I can help it, an’ dere’s allergies and illnesses dat goddah be taken into consideration. Plus you know..it’s at night an’ dat’s really uncomfortable. Den dere’s da whole awkwardness about who payin’ for it, if it’s fancy or casual, if ya wanna spend hours trapped in a room wi’ lots of oddah people an’ everyt’ing is kinda loud and crowded an’... if I were to drink enough wine t’ put me at ease...den I’d be more dan a lil intoxicated an’ it jus’ sound gross to me.

“An’ movies are jus’ as bad. Mostly at night. Trapped in a small, dark, crowded room where people all around you are talkin’ an’ whisperin’ an’ at least two or t’ree phones are gonna ring, an’ someone’s got a baby or two in dere, an’ dey cryin’ an screamin’ an’ as much as I love dem, it’s considered real impolite t’ jus’ walk up to someone an’ ask dem t’ leave or to hand ovah da baby dey obviously don’ know how to make quiet an’ it’s kinda considered assault or kidnappin’ to take one away and bounce it on ya hip our feed it so everyone else can watch da film. An’ most of da time, dere no subtitles an’ so it’s really hard to hear what’s happenin’ an’ it’s a strain on my eyes tryin’ to watch dey mouths and like yeah, I’d really raddah not. “An’ anoddah kine, wi’ movies a’ least...ya not talking to each oddah. An’ I have heard from oddah people dat sometimes you’re date’s hands go wanderin’ an’ people start kissin’ and again, dat’s da kine dat gross me out. “But wi’ coffee, can be any time. Usually a decently lit place. Can meet dere, an’ dere’s room for talk, an’ da kine to look at’ an...”

Beth’s eyes widen owlishly large an’ she slowly raises them from her cup, to Aspen’s face. The expression that etches itself onto her features is one part cringe, one part apology and two parts confusion. “I mean...we...we...are not...this isn’t a date, is it?”

#Mahalo!Kit <33333 #She Dreams In Digital|Aspen Gauthier #Permanent Imagination|Aspen and Beth #multi-mused

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USA Today: What Is Taylor Listening To?

Below is the list of all the songs that originally appeared on Brian Mansfield’s USA Today article “Taylor Swift is listening to...” (from November 12th 2008). Article and list of songs can still be accessed with the help of Wayback Machine, if the Flash is enabled in your browser. Enjoy!

A Fine Frenzy - Almost Lover

Acceptance - Different

Aerosmith - Dream On

Alana Grace - Black Roses Red

Alana Grace - Paranoid

Alanis Morissette - Hands Clean

Alison Krauss & Union Station - If I Didn't Know Any Better

Alison Krauss & Union Station - New Favorite

Amos Lee - Colors

Anna Nalick - Breathe (2 AM)

Anna Nalick - Catalyst

Anna Nalick - Forever Love

Anna Nalick - In The Rough

Anna Nalick - Paper Bag

Anna Nalick - Wreck Of The Day (Live)

Aslyn - Be The Girl

Augustana - Sweet and Low

Avril Lavigne - Fall To Pieces

Avril Lavigne - Why

Backstreet Boys - All I Have To Give

Backstreet Boys - Climbing The Walls

Backstreet Boys - Crawling Back To You

Backstreet Boys - Incomplete

BarlowGirl - Never Alone

Ben Folds - Landed

Ben Folds - The Luckiest

Ben Folds Five - Brick

Ben Jelen - Come On

Ben Lee - Catch My Disease

Better Than Ezra - Breathless

Better Than Ezra - Our Last Night

Beyoncé - If I Were A Boy

Beyoncé - Irreplaceable

Beyoncé - Me Myself And I

Beyoncé ft. Bun B, Slim Thug - Check On It

Big & Rich - Holy Water

Big & Rich - Save A Horse [Ride A Cowboy]

Billy Currington - Why, Why, Why

Billy Gilman - Clueless

Billy Joel - Uptown Girl

Billy Mack - Christmas Is All Around

Blake Shelton - Austin

Blake Shelton - Don’t Make Me

Blake Shelton - It Ain't Easy Bein' Me

Blake Shelton - Nobody But Me

Blink-182 - Feeling This

Blink-182 - What's My Age Again?

Blu Sanders - Like the Movies

Blu Sanders - We All Lose It

Blu Sanders - You By Her Side

Bone Crusher ft. Killer Mike, T.I. - Never Scared

Bonnie Somerville - Winding Road

Boys Like Girls - Hero/Heroine (Acoustic)

Boys Like Girls - Thunder

Brad Paisley - It Did

Brad Paisley - Whiskey Lullaby

Brandi Carlile - Fall Apart Again

Brandi Carlile - The Story

Brandi Carlile - Throw It All Away

Brandi Carlile - Turpentine

Brandi Carlile - What Can I Say

Brett Dennen - She's Mine

Britney Spears - (You Drive Me) Crazy (The Stop Remix!)

Britney Spears - Do Somethin’

Britney Spears - Everytime

Britney Spears - I Love Rock 'N' Roll

Britney Spears - I'm A Slave 4 U

Britney Spears - Lucky

Britney Spears - My Prerogative

Britney Spears - Outrageous

Britney Spears - Sometimes

Britney Spears - Toxic

Britney Spears ft. Pharrell Williams - Boys (Co-ed Remix)

Britney Spears ft. Ying Yang Twins - (I Got That) Boom Boom

Brooke Fraser - Deciphering Me

Bruce Robinson - All Over But The Cryin'

Bruce Robinson - Virginia

Cartel - Honestly

Chamillionaire ft. Krayzie Bone - Ridin'

Chantal Kreviazuk - In This Life

Chingy - Holidae In

Chris Brown - Gimme That

Chris Brown ft. Juelz Santana - Run It!

Christina Aguilera - Beautiful

Christina Aguilera, Lil' Kim, Mya, Pink - Lady Marmalade

Ciara - Get Up

Coheed and Cambria - The Suffering

Colbie Caillat - Battle

Colbie Caillat - Feelings Show

Colbie Caillat - Magic

Colbie Caillat - One Fine Wire

Colbie Caillat - Oxygen

Colbie Caillat - The Little Things

Coldplay - Sparks

Coldplay - The Scientist

Coldplay - Trouble

Coldplay - Yellow

Concrete Blonde - Joey

Corinne Bailey Rae - Put Your Records On

Courtney Jaye - Can You Sleep

Cyndi Thomson - I Always Liked That Best

Damien Rice - 9 Crimes

Damien Rice - Delicate (Live)

Damien Rice - The Blower's Daughter

Daniel Cage - Catch Me When I Fall

Daniel Powter - Bad Day

Daniel Powter - Jimmy Gets High

Dashboard Confessional - As Lovers Go

Dashboard Confessional - Ghost Of A Good Thing

Dashboard Confessional - Hands Down

Dashboard Confessional - Rapid Hope Loss

Dashboard Confessional - Secret

Dashboard Confessional - Stolen

Dashboard Confessional - Vindicated

Dave Barnes - Until You

David Banner ft. Magic, Lil Boosie - Ain't Got Nothing

David Gray - This Year's Love

David Mead - Nashville

Deana Carter - We Danced Anyway

Def Leppard - Armageddon It

Def Leppard - Bringin' On The Heartbreak

Def Leppard - Foolin'

Def Leppard - Hysteria

Def Leppard - Let's Get Rocked

Def Leppard - Love Bites

Def Leppard - Miss You In A Heartbeat

Def Leppard - Photograph

Def Leppard - Pour Some Sugar On Me

Def Leppard - Rocket

Del Amitri - Roll To Me

Dem Franchize Boyz - Ridin' Rims

Dem Franchize Boyz ft. Peanut & Charlay - Lean Wit It, Rock Wit It

Diana Anaid - Last Thing

Dido - Here With Me

Divinyls - I Touch Myself

Dixie Chicks - Cold Day in July

Dixie Chicks - Cowboy Take Me Away

Dixie Chicks - Easy Silence

Dixie Chicks - Godspeed (Sweet Dreams)

Dixie Chicks - Goodbye Earl

Dixie Chicks - Long Time Gone

Dixie Chicks - Lullaby

Dixie Chicks - Not Ready To Make Nice

Dixie Chicks - Top of the World

Dwight Yoakam - The Back Of Your Hand

Eagle-Eye Cherry - Save Tonight

Eamon - I Don't Want You Back

Emerson Drive - Fall Into Me

Eminem - Lose Yourself

En Vogue - Don't Let Go

Enrique Iglesias - Bailamos

Eva Cassidy - Songbird

Faith Hill - The Lucky One

Faith Hill - This Kiss

Fall Out Boy - Grand Theft Autumn

Fall Out Boy - Sugar, We're Goin Down

Family Force 5 - Love Addict

Fastball - Out Of My Head

Fefe Dobson - 8x10

Fefe Dobson - Bye Bye Boyfriend

Fefe Dobson - Don't Let It Go to Your Head

Fefe Dobson - Everything

Fefe Dobson - Revolution Song

Fefe Dobson - Rock It 'Til You Drop It

Fefe Dobson - Stupid Little Love Song

Fefe Dobson - Take Me Away

Foo Fighters - Best Of You

Fort Minor ft. Holly Brook & Jonah Matranga - Where'd You Go

Fountains of Wayne - All Kinds of Time

Frankie J ft. Baby Bash - Obsession (No Es Amor)

Gabrielle - Out Of Reach

Gary Allan - Life Ain't Always Beautiful

Gary Allan - Nickajack Cave

Gary Allan - Promise Broken

Gary Burr - What Mattered Most

Gavin DeGraw - (Nice to Meet You) Anyway

Gavin DeGraw - Belief

Gavin DeGraw - Chariot

Gavin DeGraw - Chemical Party

Gavin DeGraw - Follow Through

Gavin DeGraw - I Don't Want To Be

Gavin DeGraw - Just Friends

Gavin DeGraw - Meaning

Gavin DeGraw - More Than Anyone

Gavin DeGraw - Overrated

George Strait - Blue Clear Sky

George Strait - Carrying Your Love With Me

George Strait - Heartland

George Strait - I Can Still Make Cheyenne

George Strait - One Night At A Time

George Strait - Run

George Strait - The Best Day

Gin Blossoms - Found Out About You

Goo Goo Dolls - Here Is Gone

Goo Goo Dolls - Iris

Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc.

Grace Potter And The Nocturnals - Apologies

Gwen Stefani - Hollaback Girl

Gwen Stefani - The Sweet Escape

Heidi Newfield - Johnny And June

Hellogoodbye - Here In Your Arms

Hillary Lindsey - Over You

Hinder - Better Than Me

Hinder - Lips Of An Angel

Hope Partlow - Don't Go

Howie Day - Collide

Howie Day - She Says

Ingrid Michaelson - The Way I Am

Jack Ingram - Hold On

Jack Ingram - Make A Wish (Coming Home Again)

Jack Ingram - Maybe She'll Get Lonely

Jack Ingram - Measure Of A Man

Jack Johnson - Better Together

Jack Johnson - Good People

Jack Johnson - Taylor

Jake Owen - Eight Second Ride

Jake Owen - Ghosts

Jake Owen - Hard Not To Love You

Jake Owen - Startin' With Me

James Blunt - Carry You Home

James Blunt - Goodbye My Lover

James Blunt - You’re Beautiful

Jann Arden - Insensitive

Jason Aldean - Why

Jason Mraz - I’m Yours

JAY-Z ft. UGK - Big Pimpin'

Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah

Jem - 24

Jesse McCartney - Beautiful Soul

Jesse McCartney - Just So You Know

Jesse McCartney - The Best Day Of My Life

Jessica Andrews - Baby To Love You Once

Jessica Andrews - More To Me Than You

Jessica Andrews - More To Me Than You (acoustic)

Jessica Andrews - Second Sunday

Jet - Look What You've Done

Jewel - Good Day

Jewel - You Were Meant For Me

Jimmy Eat World - Hear You Me

Jimmy Eat World - If You Don’t, Don’t

Jimmy Eat World - The Middle

Joanna - All I Want For Christmas Is You

Joanna - Screaming Infidelities

Joanna - Ultraviolet

John Mayer - Comfortable

John Mayer - Slow Dancing in a Burning Room

John Mayer - Waiting On the World to Change

John Mayer - Your Body Is A Wonderland

Johnny Cooper - Everything

Johnny Cooper - Texas To You

Jon McLaughlin - Beautiful Disaster

Jonas Brothers - Burnin' Up

Jonas Brothers - Tonight

Jonas Brothers - Year 3000

Joseph Arthur - Honey And The Moon

Josh Kelley - Amazing

Josh Rouse - It's the Nighttime

Justin Timberlake - Cry Me A River

Justin Timberlake - What Goes Around Comes Around

K-Ci & JoJo - All My Life

KT Tunstall - Other Side Of The World

Kanye West - Diamonds From Sierra Leone

Kanye West ft. Jamie Foxx - Gold Digger

Kari Kimmel - Notice Me

Katie Herzig - Fool's Gold

Katie Herzig - Sweeter Than This

Katy Perry - Hot N Cold

Katy Perry - Thinking Of You

Keith Urban - Better Life

Keith Urban - I Told You So

Keith Urban - Making Memories Of Us

Keith Urban - Somebody Like You

Kelis - Brass In Pocket

Kelis - Milkhake

Kellie Pickler - Best Days Of Your Life

Kellie Pickler - Didn't You Know How Much I Loved You

Kelly Clarkson - Low

Kelly Clarkson - Miss Independent

Kelly Clarkson - Some Kind of Miracle

Kelly Clarkson - The Trouble With Love Is

Kenny Chesney - Big Star

LFO - Every Other Time

Landon Pigg - Can't Let Go

LeAnn Rimes - But I Do Love You

LeAnn Rimes - Damn

LeAnn Rimes - The Right Kind Of Wrong

LeAnn Rimes - This Love

LeAnn Rimes - You Are

Leigh Nash - Last Christmas

Lenny Kravitz - Again

Lenny Kravitz - American Woman

Lifehouse - Everything

Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz - Kings Of Crunk

Lil Scrappy - No Problem

Lil Scrappy ft Young Buck - Money In The Bank

Lil Wayne - Go DJ

Lisa Loeb - I Do

Little Big Town - Boondocks

Little Big Town - Bring It On Home

Liz Phair - Everything To Me

Liz Phair - Why Can’t I

Loretta Lynn - Fist City

Lori McKenna - Your Next Lover

Mandy Moore - I Wanna Be With You

Mannie Fresh - Real Big

Mark Wills - Take It All Out Of Me

Maroon 5 - Harder To Breathe

Maroon 5 - She Will Be Loved

Maroon 5 - Shiver

Maroon 5 - Tangled

Maroon 5 - This Love

Mat Kearney - All I Need

Mat Kearney - Nothing Left To Lose

Mat Kearney - Where We Gonna Go From Here

Matchbox Twenty - If You're Gone

Matchbox Twenty - Long Day

Matt Nathanson - I Saw

Matt Wertz - Everything's Right

Matt Wertz - Red Meets Blue

Melissa Etheridge - I'm The Only One

Meredith Brooks - Bitch

Metro Station - Now That We're Done

Metro Station - Shake It

Michelle Branch - Breathe

Michelle Branch - Goodbye To You

Mike Jones - Flossin'

Mindy Smith - Come To Jesus

Miranda Lambert - Bring Me Down

Miranda Lambert - Greyhound Bound For Nowhere

Miranda Lambert - Gunpowder And Lead

Miranda Lambert - Kerosene

Miranda Lambert - Mama, I'm Alright

Miranda Lambert - More Like Her

Miranda Lambert - What About Georgia?

Missy Higgins - Warm Whispers

Mozella - You Wanted It

Morgane Hayes - If Ever There Was

Morgane Hayes - Lonely Anywhere

Morgane Hayes - Train To Tupelo

Mr. Big - To Be With You

My Chemical Romance - Helena

Nelly - Grillz

Nick Lachey - I Can't Hate You Anymore

Nick Lachey - What's Left Of Me

Nickelback - Far Away

Nina Gordon - Tonight And The Rest Of My Life

Norah Jones - Turn Me On

Oasis - Wonderwall

OneRepublic - Apologize

Our Lady Peace - Somewhere Out There

Pink - Just Like A Pill

Paramore - When It Rains

Paris Hilton - Nothing In This World

Pat Benatar - Anxiety (Get Nervous)

Pat Benatar - Fire And Ice

Pat Benatar - Heartbreaker

Pat Benatar - Hell Is For Children

Pat Benatar - Hit Me With Your Best Shot

Pat Benatar - I Need A Lover (live)

Pat Benatar - In The Heat Of The NIght

Pat Benatar - Little To Late

Pat Benatar - Looking For A Stranger

Pat Benatar - Love Is A Battlefield (demo)

Pat Benatar - My Clone Sleeps Alone

Pat Benatar - Precious Time

Pat Benatar - Promises In The Dark

Pat Benatar - Shadows Of The NIght

Pat Benatar - Treat Me Right

Pat Benatar - We Live For Love

Pat Benatar - Wuthering Heights

Pat Benatar - You Better Run

Patty Griffin - Burgundy Shoes

Patty Griffin - Christina

Patty Griffin - Goodbye

Patty Griffin - Heavenly Day

Patty Griffin - One Big Love

Patty Griffin - Peter Pan

Patty Griffin - Rain

Patty Griffin - When It Don’t Come Easy

Phil Collins - Can't Stop Loving You

Pitbull - Ay Chico (Lengua Afuera)

Pitbull - C**o

Plain White T's - Hate (I Really Don't Like You)

Plumb - Blush (Only You)

Plumb - Stranded

Rachael Yamagata - Be Be Your Love

Rachael Yamagata - Worn Me Down

Rachel Proctor - Didn't I

Rasheeda ft. Lil' Scrappy - Rocked Away

Ray Charles - I've Got A Woman

Rebecca Lynn Howard - Forgive

Rihanna - SOS

Rihanna ft. Jay-Z - Umbrella

Rilo Kiley - Portions for Foxes

Rob Thomas - Ever The Same

Rogue Wave - Eyes

Ronnie Day - Outside

Ronnie Milsap - It Was Almost Like A Song

Ronnie Milsap - My Life

Ronnie Milsap - Smoky Mountain Rain

Ronnie Milsap - (There's) No Gettin' Over Me

Ryan Adams - Come Pick Me Up

SHeDAISY - In Terms Of Love

Santigold - L.E.S Artistes

Sarah Connor - Bounce

Sarah McLachlan - Fallen

Sarah McLachlan - Stupid

Savage Garden - I Want You

Savage Garden - Truly Madly Deeply

Seal - This Could Be Heaven

Secondhand Serenade - Maybe

Semisonic - Closing Time

Shakira - Don’t Bother

Shakira - Underneath Your Clothes

Sheryl Crow - It's So Easy

Sheryl Crow - The First Cut Is The Deepest

Shop Boyz - Party Like A Rock Star

Sia - Breathe Me

Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars

Snow Patrol - Chocolate

Solange - Sandcastle Disco

Something Corporate - Ruthless

Space Girls - Wannabe

Staind - Everything Changes

Stephanie Chapman - Cowboy, I Tried

Stevie Nicks & Don Henley - Leather And Lace

Sunny Sweeney - Please Be San Antone

Survivor - Eye Of The Tiger

Susan Haynes - Bottle Rocket

T-Pain ft. Mike Jones - I'm N Luv (Wit A Stripper)

T.I. - Top Back

T.I. - What You Know

Teddy Geiger - I Feel Like Dancing

Teddy Geiger - Try To Hard

The All-American Rejects - Dirty Little Secret

The All-American Rejects - Swing, Swing

The Ataris - The Boys of Summer

The Calling - Wherever You Will Go

The Cardigans - I Need Some Fine Wine And You

The Corrs - Breathless

The Corrs - Summer Sunshine

The Fray - How To Save A Life

The Fray - Look After You

The Fray - Over My Head (Cable Car)

The Killers - Read My Mind

The Killers - When You Were Young

The Lemonheads - Into Your Arms

The Spill Canvas - All Hail The Heartbreaker

The Veronicas - 4ever

The Veronicas - Everything I'm Not

The Veronicas - When It All Falls Apart

The Wallflowers - Closer To You

The Wreckers - Cigarettes

The Wreckers - Crazy People

The Wreckers - Lay Me Down

The Wreckers - Leave The Pieces

The Wreckers - Stand Still, Look Pretty

The Wreckers - The Good Kind

The Wreckers - The Good Kind (acoustic)

Third Eye Blind - How's It Going To Be

Third Eye Blind - Semi-Charmed Life

Three 6 Mafia - Side 2 Side

Three Days Grace - I Hate Everything About You

Thriving Ivory - Angels On The Moon

Tila Tequila - I Love You

Tim McGraw - Angry All The Time

Tim McGraw - Can't Tell Me Nothin'

Tim McGraw - Guess You Get Used To Somebody

Tim McGraw - Telluride

Tim McGraw - The Cowboy In Me

Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers - American Girl

Tori Amos - A Sorta Fairytale

Trace Adkins - Every Light In The House

Train - Meet Virginia

Trillville - Neva Eva

Trisha Yearwood - I Don't Paint Myself Into Corners

Tyler Hilton - How Love Should Be

Tyler Hilton - Kiss On

Tyler Hilton - Missing You

Tyler Hilton - Up Late Again

U2 - One

U2 - With Or Without You

Unkle Bob - Swans

Vanessa Carlton - Who's To Say

Vertical Horizon - You're A God

We The Kings - Check Yes Juliet

Wheat - I Met A Girl

Yellowcard - Only One

Young Buck - Shorty Wanna Ride

Young Jeezy - Air Forces

Young Jeezy - Bottom Of The Map

Young Jeezy - Get Ya Mind Right

Young Jeezy ft. Bun B - Trap Or Die

Young Jeezy ft. Akon - Soul Survivor

Young Jeezy ft. T.I. & Lil Scrappy - Bang

Yung Joc - I Know You See It

Yung Joc ft. Nitti - It's Goin' Down

#taylor swift #playlist #USA Today #brian mansfield #fearless era #baby taylor

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allyvampirelass29 · 4 years

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When Good Fathers Take BAD Roads

When Good Fathers Take BAD Roads A NOS4A2 Review By: Allyssa J. Watkins

The Wraith screams, racing breakneck with demon speed A wicked black flash, gone and there like smoke Ferrying passengers three, wearing the faces of ghosts What shadows chase you, Charlie, accompanied by those you love the most? Are you going to kill your darlings On this, the Road of No Return? Tires squeal and rubber burns A pathway forms more nightmare than real A knife ripping through reality, tearing at the tragic seam The road to Christmasland is paved in screams Your daughter transformed, while you ignore your wife's haunting cry Hold on, Good Father, for the ride of your life.

HOLY SMASH, and MERRY FREAKING CHRISTMAS!!!!! "Good Father," was the ride, the MIND TRIP of my LIFE, as chilling, as it was thrilling, screaming unyielding into the drastic extreme, blinding light, and drowning darkness, happy and horrible, beautiful, and brutal, and it was a ride I only just barely survived. This is me, breathing heavy, adrenaline pumping, my legs giving out, kissing the ground, and yet, I have never felt this conflicted, torn up inside, about anything I've ever seen, drawn transfixed to the effervescence, the beckoning dream, and yet eviscerated by the looming, blood-dripping grin of the abject HORROR. What the HELL just happened!?

Okay, breathe, Ally...... So much to say, and yet my mind is a trembling mess of disparity, driven in the Wraith to the edge of madness itself!!! First off, can we just marvel at the enigmatic force, the sheer brilliance, and other worldly acting prowess that is possessed by our Mister Zachary Quinto!?!? I am CONVINCED he is an actual Strong Creative, and has graciously drawn us all in, in order to witness him build his inscape, and speak actual MAGIC!!! Besides being a catastrophic kind of handsome, the dark allure that you long to destroy you, striking your eyes, and stealing your heart, making you his happy, breathless victim, Zachary shifts effortlessly between dream and nightmare, being beautiful and terrifying, waltzing between both, with a passion that will leave you shell-shocked.

This episode is so hard to analyze, because it possesses both the brightest, happiest, most achingly euphoric scenes of the series, while also the creeping, darkest hours I have ever known. It begins like a splashy, champagne, Downton Daydream, Our Beloved Charles, delighting and igniting our passions, with his adorable antics, donning a pair of matchstick fangs, and we all heave a lovesick sigh, longing so to be the girl in his arms, that he's playfully pretending to bite. You will ALWAYS be My Nosferatu....... I whispered it along with her, watching the joy pierce through the calm dark of those perfect eyes, and all I want is to be her, his wife, Mrs. Manx. I was so excited, so impressed by this coy wink to NOS4A2's own parent material, the original 1922 silent film, “Nosferatu,” upon which our mad fever fantasy is based, that I broke into the biggest grin, shaking my head at the pure genius of it. Charles' distaste for the picture, and scoffing opinion, mocking it, calling it ridiculous, was a pure, tongue in cheek, joy, and I'm still trembling from when he said, "Love Bite." Ooooh, and the scene in the bedroom was so intimate and beautiful, as Charlie and Cassie share their dreams for the future, along with a dance and a passionate kiss, as some wonderous news is revealed. The family Manx is to become three, with a little sugar plum named Millie!!!

I wept when Charles held his daughter for the first time, as I realized THIS is where his obsession with Christmas began, as he received the greatest gift of them all. Every time he "saves," a new child, he gets to feel it all over again, in the glow of the coloured lights, and the tinkling bells of the music, what it's like to be a father, and to be loved, unconditionally by a child. He gazes at her with the purest, most profound love, even while his Father in Law, treats him perfectly horrid, openly degrades him, and yes, in one heart-stopping moment calls him a vampire!!! I was SPEECHLESS!!! His bond with his daughter is so powerful, and endearing, I sobbed, the most joyous tears ever I have shed, watching him tuck his beautiful little girl into bed, and soothe her fears in the flash of a lightning strike, both of them carefully constructing Christmasland in their minds, never knowing they would find it beyond the realm of lost dreams. I felt so happy I thought I could die, so moved by this tender scene, so oblivious as to what lay in wait......... as we twisted slowly around the corner.........

It was jarring enough, flashing between these idyllic Currier and Ives scenes, all luminous oil paintings come to life, to Charlie's decaying, autopsied, Frankenstein creature, shuffling, groaning, bleeding, through the living world. And yet, that was rather interesting, the ghastly contrast between Charlie's wonderful life, and the re-animated husk of his gruesome death. I especially loved his joyride in the stolen zebra print car!!! That was hilarious!!! However, the turn that I knew was coming, that I dreaded, was far more stomach-churning, and desperately frustrating than I could have ever prepared myself for.

Again, Zachary's acting was mesmerizing, every expression, every wild look in his eye, was so beautifully, and breathlessly performed, but for me, it was the writing itself, that went screaming off the rails. Charlie goes from the perfect husband, the most charming, and doting father, to difficult, suspicious, and accusing, for seemingly no reason at all. The way he spoke about his first wife in Parnassus, I expected to see her become the begrudging, bitter ball and chain he made her out clearly to be. But Cassie's sins are few and far between, and her punishments, and especially her disturbingly MORBID end, are unjustified. She tries to be practical by asking Charlie very politely if she should get a job, to which Charlie responds with unprovoked venom, with the same malice as if she'd revealed she'd been unfaithful. Thus begins, this odd new trend of Charlie continuously overreacting, entirely out of character, and blaming Cassie for everything going so wrong, actively wanting to hurt her, even selling off her mother's priceless heirlooms. My head hurt, my heart broke, and my GOD something was rotten in Christmasland!!! I realized then, that this whole episode has the faintest cyanide taste of audience manipulation.

"Good Father," seems to serve the single and sole purpose of turning the audience against Charlie Manx, and I could feel the force of the plot, trying to shift my mind in that unnatural direction. I could see the clever scheme at work, the writing on the wall, as they must have thought....... They love him too much........ Let's give Charlie his BITE back. Let's take this beautifully unique, nuanced, wounded, enigmatic, anti-hero, and make them love him even more, show him in all the tenderness, and affection they have so long craved, let them fall in love with him all over again, and then........ let's make them hate him, see that he is beyond saving, the incarnation of the purest evil. Let's ruin him, and that's how we'll ruin them. WHY!? This is the question that has kept me up in relentless frustration all week. WHY spend all this time, crafting this fascinating, deliciously intricate character, learning the pains and joys and hopes of his life, just to laugh it off, and say, oh no, Charlie Manx is a monster, and you're wrong for liking him!? To them I say, "If loving Charlie Manx is wrong....... I don't wanna be right." Because in spite of the blood curdling atrocities, and my tearful horror in the face of such plot, I can't not LOVE Charlie Manx.

What I have always loved about NOS4A2, is the way it flirts with the elements of horror, skirting teasingly around the sharp edge without fully going there. The final scene however screams full speed ahead into that sickening foray, and I was left trembling, terrified, sobbing stricken with just that. HORROR.

"Charlie, STOP, you're going to kill us all!!!"

"On that, My Dear, we are agreed."

While I was confused as to whether it was his intent to kill them all, drunkenly crashing his Wraith, or if he knew what terror would transpire on the way to Christmasland, this was a ride none of them were coming back from. Its gut-wrenching, frightening images, are matched only by its lack of even a semblance of sense. Charlie watches, excitedly, as his darling daughter's teeth fall out in a bloody display, absorbing her youth, her lifeforce, transforming her into a soulless vampire, and he doesn't so much as bat one of his gorgeous eyelashes, as his child kills and feasts on her mother's flesh. Yeah, I know........ MORBID. I was also bewildered as to how the car turned Charlie into a vampire of youth, and Millie into one of blood. Also, call me crazy, but....... Does not one first have to die to become a vampire?

But even more a glaring folly, no way in HELL would Charlie EVER kill his family, his sweet baby, no matter how bad things were with Cassie. Wouldn't it make SO much more sense for him to steal her back, and thus wouldn’t he come to see kidnapping synonymous with “saving,” a child, if Millie was the first one? Instead of having him try to kill them all, if that even was his dark intent, I would have had Cassie and Charlie fighting in the car, and Charlie, distracted by the quarrel, swerve, losing control, accidently crashing the Wraith. Cassie would be too far gone, but through his connection to the car, his Wraith would fight to save him, even if it meant borrowing a little siphon of his own daughter's youth.

Yeah, hey, let's talk for a quick sec about The Wraith. We know Charlie's life is connected to this mysterious car, but what we didn't know was how he acquired it........ until now. I don't know about you guys, but having Charlie simply purchase it, felt cheap to me, like it took away the magic of the fated knife, that he was always supposed to have. Bought. Sold. Done. NO. I didn't like it, and it never proved evident of the bond between Charlie and his Wraith. I would have had him find it, since he couldn't afford a new car on his own, a carcass, old, disused, rusted, and lovingly restore it, nurse it back to health, to life, until it shined. Charlie has a relationship with this car, a supernatural tie, and to me that would have been so much better, so much more meaningful than him pawning his wife's valuables to buy it. Meaning anybody could have done the same. One thing I LOVED about that scene, however, was seeing our dear Charles in his resplendent royal blue and blood red Chauffer's garb for the first time ever!!!! What a sneaking joy!!!

That's the thing about this episode, it's a dangerously mixed cocktail of anti-depressants and alcohol. There's so much to love, so much to hate, and so much to work over and over, trying to figure, until the point of insanity!!! I LOVED everything between our Miniature McQueen and young, hot, plaid clad Charlie, (HELLO SYLAR, am I right!?) and my heart STOPPED when I saw him over Wayne's shoulder, my pulse on pause, as they talked, and Charlie tutted disapproving, at the boy having never had a Christmas, not knowing who he was, who his mother was......... The suspense, the tension, was riveting.

I don't know how I feel about this impressive effort, trying to get me to despise Bing less, by having him say propaganda like, "I thought I was so big, because I had too much sad in me." That broke my heart, and it was infuriating, because I didn't want to feel any sympathy for him. No NOS4A2, you cannot try to turn me against My Magnificent Mister Manx, and in the same space, try to get me to like Bing CREEPER Partridge!!!! The scene in the graveyard was exceptionally well done, and I'm still shivering from the hushed thrill in Charlie's voice as he whispers. "He needs saving, Bing Partridge, don’t you agree?"

"Good Father," was an even more thrilling prospect as a title to me than, "Bad Mother," because I always knew it was true. Although, in retrospect, one is more inspired brilliance than the other. Can you still be a good father, and watch proudly as your young daughter becomes a monster, devouring her mother? Can you still be a good father, and leave your daughter, after she thought you were dead for eight years? Charlie is a good father, that went down a BAD road, and has forgotten the way back, although he still dons every surface appearance, as such. I did like when he made Millie apologize to his new charge, and curtsy with a begrudging welcome, spoken through her gritted teeth. That was adorably paternal, and one hundred percent Charlie!!!! However, as a whole, this episode persists as the mystery I can't solve, making me feel every emotion possible on the human spectrum, drinking in the dream, blissfully intoxicated, and sobbing uncontrollably, terrified out of my mind, the next.

Charlie may not be, "The Good Father," he once was, but a glimmer of it shines like a forgotten ember in his obsidian eyes, and despite the glaring conclusion this episode emphatically urges you to make, I still hold that there is good in Charlie, and that he can be saved. I also think it speaks revelations toward labels. Vic is no more a scarlet letter branded Bad Mother, than Charlie is a Good Father. There is good and bad, hero and villain, in all of us. It just depends what roads we're willing to take.

#nos4a2 review #charlie manx #vic mcqueen #bing partridge #millie manx #wayne mcqueen #good father #nos4a2

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a-sweet-violent-urge · 4 years

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Everyone who knows me knows that song lyrics are my life so here’s some MJ lyrics that get me everytime.

Damned indecision and cursed pride Kept my love for her locked deep inside (She's Out Of My Life)

Lift your head up high and scream out to the world "I know I am someone," and let the truth unfurl No one can hurt you now because you know what's true Yes, I believe in me, so do believe in you (Wanna Be Startin' Somethin')

But she came and stood right by me / And just the smell of sweet perfume This happened much too soon / She called me to her room (do I need to write the title?)

I like livin' this way I like lovin' this way (Human nature)

We're sending out a major love / And this is our message to you The planets are linin' up / We're bringing brighter days They're all in line / Waiting for you, can't you see? You're just another part of me (Another Part Of Me)

If you wanna make the world a better place Take a look at yourself and then make a change (Man In The Mirror)

She said, "He's not coming back Because he's sleeping with me." (Dirty Diana)

I asked my neighbor for a favor, she said later What has come of all the people, have we lost love of what it's about? (Jam)

You got school teachers / Who don't wanna teach You got grown people / Who can't write or read You got strange diseases / Ah but there's no cure You got many doctors / That aren't so sure (Why You Wanna Trip On Me)

I tried to mastermind it / By saying let you be But everytime I did it / The hurt came back at me (Can't Let Her Get Away)

If you want to know why There's a love that cannot lie Love is strong, it only cares for joyful giving (Heal The World)

But they told me / A man should be faithful And walk when not able / And fight till the end But I'm only human (Will you be there)

Some things in life You best just leave them alone (Keep the faith)

Like a sunset Dying with the rising of the moon Gone too soon (Gone to soon)

I'm tired of being the victim of shame They're throwing me in a class with a bad name I can't believe this is the land from which I came (They Don't Care About Us)

Swift and sudden fall from grace Sunny days seem far away (Stranger In Moscow)

Here abandoned in my fame Armageddon of the brain (Stranger In Moscow)

Take my name and just let me be (Stranger In Moscow)

Happy days will drown the pain (Stranger In Moscow)

I used to dream / I used to glance beyond the stars Now I don't know where we are / Although I know we've drifted far (Earth song)

What about death again? Do we give a damn? (Earth song)

Are you infected with the same disease / Of lust, gluttony and greed? Then watch the ones / With the biggest smiles The idle jabbers... ‘Cause they're the backstabbers (Money)

Before you judge me, try hard to love me (Childhood)

If he dies sympathize Such false witnesses / Damn self-righteousness (Tabloid Junkie)

No force of nature can break / Your will to self motivate She say this face that you see / Is destined for history (HIStory)

Neglection can kill / Like a knife in your soul Oh it will Little Susie fought so hard to live... She lie there so tenderly / Fashioned so slenderly Lift her with care / So young and so fair (Little Susie / Pie Jesu)

You put a knife in my back, shot an arrow in me! Tell me, are you the ghost of jealousy? (Ghosts)

But if you came to see / The truth the purity It's here inside / A lonely heart So let the performance start (Is It Scary)

Me sitting up in the clouds and you are all alone The time might come around when you'd be moving on I'd turn it all around and try to get back down to my baby girl (Heaven Can Wait)

Stop maliciously attacking my integrity (Privacy)

Whatever happens, don't let go of my hand (Whatever happens)

He innocently questioned why Why his mother had to die What did these soldiers come here for? If they are for peace, why is there war? (We’ve Had Enough)

The feeling of terror / She felt as a youth Has turned from a fantasy / Into the truth (Scared of the Moon)

I can live, I can breathe I can die in my sleep Because you're always there in my dreams (Fall again)

She danced through the night in fear of her life She danced to a beat of her own She let out a cry and swallowed her pride She knew she was needed back home, home (Slave To The Rhythm)

No substitution for restitution, the only solution for peace Is increasing the height of your spirituality (Shout)

#michael jackson #king of pop #mj #personal #this list is def not full #maybe reblog and add yours??#this is what happens when im bored #favorite lyrics #my thoughts

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recurring-polynya · 4 years

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Bollywood Review Time!

Today, I am going to talk about Om Shanty Om, a very good movie that was Not For Me.

Let me back up. People recommend stuff to me a lot and I try to watch it and talk about it, and I always feel bad when I don’t like it. This one was recommended to me by my friend @serene-faerie I want to make it very clear that you, reader, may like this film very much! It was a strange perfect storm of Things I Don’t Care For, and I actually rather enjoyed the experience of picking apart what I didn’t like about from what I did, because honestly, I am always interested in the ways stories are told and what stories say about themselves.

Cut for spoilers and also length

First off the bat-- this is not a film for the Bollywood beginner. It’s sort of a meta-narrative, with a ton of cameos from famous stars and jokes about Bollywood tropes and directors and such. There’s a ten-minute dance number in the middle that’s just famous people showing up to get down and everybody cheers every time someone new rolls in. I have only actually seen a handful of Bollywood films, mostly made after this one (it was made in 2007), and I could tell that there were a ton of gags and references that flew over my head. I got the sense, both from watching it, and from reading reviews, that this was all very well done and funny, I just didn’t have the proper frame of reference to appreciate it.

The main character, Om, is played by Shah Rukh Khan, an incredibly famous Bollywood star whom I had never heard of before watching this film. In the beginning, Om is a somewhat-bumbling movie extra, dreaming of stardom, flipping his hair, and falling in love with a beautiful starlet on a billboard. I… was not taken in by his charms. I feel like I really missed out by not knowing who Shah Rukh Khan was ahead of time. That was sort of an interesting thought to me-- that a famous actor brings the good will of all his previous roles to a movie with him, and that it was very interesting to me to watch a film stripped of that context. I was literally shocked when halfway through the film, he rips off his shirt and had killer abs, I was absolutely not expecting it.

The deal of the movie is that, through a series of coincidences, Om meets Shanti, the actress of his dreams (from the billboard). She is played by Deepika Padukone, who I fell for immediately. She is gorgeous and had a ton of charisma. This movie seems like it’s going to be a love story, but it really isn’t. Shanti is charmed by Om’s sweetness, but she’s already in a doomed secret marriage with a scumbag director, Mukesh, who ends up murdering her when she wants him to publicly acknowledge her, which is kinda time sensitive, because she is pregnant. Mukesh had planned to have her star in a lavish movie spectacle called Om Shanti Om, but when she forces his hand, he burns the set down with her locked inside. Om witnesses all this; he tries to save her and dies in the process.

Om happens to die in the same hospital where a famous director’s child is being born, and he is reincarnated as the baby, and grows up to have the life he always wanted-- that of a Bollywood superstar. His name is still Om, but his nickname is O.K., so I am going to call him that to distinguish between 1977 Om and 2007 Om. He meets Mukesh again who is now a super-successful Hollywood producer. O.K. gets all the memories of his past life back, and decides to Get Revenge by proposing to do a remake of Om Shanti Om. He finds a wanna-be actress, Sandy, who looks exactly like Shanti, and has her haunt the set in order to make Mukesh think he is going crazy (and maybe also confess? It’s not a terribly clear-cut plan). You might think that Sandy is the reincarnation of Shanti, but Shanti’s ghost shows up in the grand finale of the film, so I guess she wasn’t?? You also might expect O.K. and Sandy to have some romantic feelings, but they really don’t, and in fact, O.K. is actually pretty mean to Sandy, even though she is extremely sweet and I don’t see how anyone could possibly be mean to her.

The movie is lush. The costumes are elaborate, the sets are lavish, the dance numbers are many and long. There is not a single scene without an off-screen fan to dramatically tousle the actors’ hair. I actually rather liked the last act of the movie where they were gaslighting Mukesh and it was over-the-top, scenery-chewing, Hamlet--play-with-in-a-play madness. A chandelier falls on someone. A lot of the end doesn’t even make a lot of sense or exist in any sort of linear time, cutting between the film-within-a-film and dance numbers and what’s “really happening” and I really had no problem with any of this. I actually really liked the amount of meta that was happening and the breakdown of boundaries, and I found the end to be reasonably satisfying.

So what didn’t I like about it?

The entire film relies on you being charmed by Om and I did not care for him. We all have this set of trope personality types that we enjoy and fall for, and “young person who dreams of making it big on the stage/screen” is a huge swipe left for me. Give me a stolid second-in-command who has been stationed at an ice wall for 30 years to protect his homeland. A incredibly tired dude muttering “fuck” as he wades into a swamp to fight a bog zombie, because who else is gonna? My dude turn-ons include duty and self-sacrifice and really good posture. I couldn’t watch Naruto because everyone spouted off about “their dreams” too much, and I thought Om should have cut his losses and gotten a real job. I am who I am.

There’s a weird fine line between “meta,” that is, stories about storytelling and presentation and media, and movies about being in love with making movies. I like the former a lot and I do not care for the latter one bit. I did stage crew for a high school production of 42nd Street and I have a very distinct memory of thinking “this is a play about putting on a play. Why on earth would anyone who is not an actor want to watch this?” I also hate books where the main character is a writer (yes, Stephen King, this is a call-out). I also hate biopics about musicians and actors. I honestly do not care about the craft, and the “magic of cinema” has never been a thing I have found remotely compelling.

What I love about reincarnation storylines is the period where the characters recognize the feelings and memories that are tied to their previous lives-- where they see someone and can feel their old emotions for this person, but without knowing why. This is where I live. I eat this with a spoon. I want this to prolong the emotional burn, because the characters don't know what are their own feelings and what comes from their past lives, and that there are conflicts that must be resolved for both lifetimes. Alternatively, you can also use a reincarnation storyline to skip the emotional burn entirely, by just having the character “get all their memories back in one fell swoop.” This is… the opposite of what I want. This is what Om Shanty Om does. I felt deeply cheated.

Relatedly, the entire theme of the movie was "When you want something badly, the whole universe conspires to give to you", a sentiment I wholeheartedly disagree with. I love stories about the conflict between agency and destiny, I think this is a really meaty subject, but once again, the movie used it as an excuse to let the characters sit back and do nothing and have a solution to their problems drop into their laps. I am sure you could make an argument for the charm of this viewpoint, but it is not for me.

I like dance numbers all right, but they are not why I watch Bollywood films. This movie is over two hours long and a lot of it was dance numbers. I was very tired of dance numbers by the end. That being said, the titular song was a bop and I had it stuck in my head for days. “Disco of Distress” was my second favorite.

I do not really feel a lot of nostalgia for the late 1970s, which is when the first half of the film takes place. If noisy patterns and kitsch and big winks and goofy hair is your period aesthetic, you will enjoy this part a lot!

Here’s what I did like!

Sunglasses. There were so many good sunnies in this film. So many. A parade of excellent shades.

Deepika Padukone. She is so adorable, for one, and she charmed me in every way that Shah Rukh Khan did not. I loved her both as the melancholy starlet Shanti and the doofy, gum-chewing Sandy, and also the Angry Revenge Ghost at the end. I would say this movie is 75% Om and 25% Shanti, and I would have liked it a lot better if it were the other way around. Sandy had basically no agency whatsoever; the second half of the plot was basically about O.K. getting revenge on Mukush... mostly for himself? I liked that the first half of the movie didn’t make Shanti fall in love with the puppy-like Om just because he was devoted to her, but it would have been a nice reversal if the jaded O.K. had softened toward Sandy more in the second act, and that there had been a bit of a love story to temper the revenge plot.

The idea of the plot. The plot described in words is very cool to me, and there was a period of about 3 minutes in the film when O.K. recognizes Om’s mother when I got real excited about where this was going, and then I realized it wasn’t going where I wanted and was sad again. I think I might have liked it better if the movie started out with O.K. and revealed Om’s story slowly, through flashback, but nothing about this movie catered to my narrative aesthetic, so I eventually gave up with ways of trying to fix it.

Anyway, as I said, I can definitely see how someone could love this movie! If you are a big Bollywood buff and you love dance numbers and silliness and Shah Rukh Khan, I would recommend it in a second! It was strangely almost tailor-made to hit some of my pet peeves, and I was mad because I wanted to like it more than I did.

That’s my review! @serene-faerie I hope you still love me even though I didn’t like your movie. I am always trying to expand my movie knowledge and I learned a lot watching this one, and I don’t regret watching it, even though it wasn’t my fave.

#bollywood #om shanti om #reincarnation stories

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jonsateaparty · 5 years

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Let’s Analyse The Heck Outta This Playlist

I have listened to every single song in the Game of Thrones: The End Is Here playlist and hooo boy do I have shit to say.

Looking at all the songs, I found that I could seperate them into different categories. The categories were songs which fit certain characters or houses, or songs which fit the white walkers or war in general. There were also quite a few love songs, some of which could be easily interpreted as jonsa. Below the cut I’ve put together all the songs in their categories with some lyrics for each song and any notes I made while listening.

HOWEVER since that shit is loong, I’m gonna add a preemptive TL;DR for some categories of interest before the cut.

JONSA

Overall, there were six songs that I could recognize as jonsa. The themes of these songs were that of a passionate and loving romance, with the occasional tinge of forbidden love and having to wait for their lover. These songs were also very, very blatant in their connection to jonsa. With most of them, jonsa was honest to goodness the only GoT interpretation for this love song. I really was shocked listening to how blatantly jonsa this playlist is guys.

J0NERYS

There were three songs in the playlist which I could call j0nerys songs. One of these songs I could argue belongs elsewhere and only there was one jonsa song that was ambiguous enough that it could be attributed to j0nerys. My absolute favourite song of these three is the song Little Monster by Royal Blood. In this song, a man who refers to himself as a wolf is the lover of someone who he calls Little Monster and betrays her. Yeah. They really went there.

D4NY/TARGARYEN

Three songs that are definitely about her, but I suspect a few of the “general” war songs are about her as well. Why, you say? Because Dark D4ny LIVES in this playlist man. These songs, which are mainly about fire and “black wings” (Drogon, anyone), talk about someone mad with powerlust, a “bitch” coming to take you to hell, and being haunted by demons in the fire. DARK D4NY IS COMING AND MY BODY IS READY FOR HR GLORY

STARK

In contrast to songs about fire being full of madness, the four “wolf” Stark songs that we get are about being free and victorious. One song in particular talks about the “Wolves of Winter” getting the better of someone who has “fits of paranoia”, someone who sees themselves as an exception but without people supporting them, they’re going to lose. Like. Holy shit.

TARGBOWL

Now, most of the other songs are either about the Greyjoys/Lannisters, generic war songs, power or dead things. However there is ONE war song that I think heavily implies targbowl. This song is called Go to War by Nothing More and seems to be about two groups of people who were once on the same side going to war.

That’s it of particular interest, however if you want to see a list of all songs and all categories, plus some lyrics and notes, check out under the cut!

Potential Jonsa Songs

Girl from the North Country – Bob Dylan - If you go when the snowflakes storm/When the rivers freeze and summer ends/Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm/To keep her from the howlin' winds Note: This song is either about Arya or Sansa. I honestly cannot see this song being about Arya, this is about a traditionally feminine girl with long hair. I say this is jonsa because I literally cannot think of any other thing this could be about.

Howlin’ for You – The Black Keys - I must admit/I can't explain/Any of these thoughts/Racing through my brain Note: Can’t explain their reasons (maybe because they shouldn’t be having them), wolf references, bird references? Very jonsa. Also could be general stark or gendrya.

Sister – Prince - My sister never made love to anyone else but me/She's the reason for my, uh, sexuality Note: OMG this SONG. Although this could also be about Jaime/Cercei… but considering that’s over, I’m going with jonerys. Especially since there’s a song about wolves right after…

Devil’s Spoke – Laura Marling -I might be a part of this/Ripple on water from a lonesome drip/A fallen tree that witness me/I'm alone, him and me Note: Honestly the only concrete reason I put this here is because I ship jonsa. It could be any ship. Also the first verse makes me thing of the Winterfell Godswood.

Winterlong – Niel Young - I waited for you Winter long/You seem to be where I belong

Furr – Blitzen Trapper - I brushed the leaves off of my snout/And then I heard my mother shouting through the trees/You should have seen that girl go shaky at the knees/So I took her by the arm

Potential J0nerys Songs

Mama Kin – Aerosmith - Well you've always got your tail on the wag/Shootin' fire from your mouth just like a dragon Note: Those line, plus the whole “Mama” thing makes me think this is jonerys. It could also be jon? I guess?

Little Monster – Royal Blood - I'm your wolf, I'm your man/I say run little monster/Before you know who I am Note: A song about a “wolf” in a relationship with a “little monster” who plans to betray them? HMMMMMMMMMMM.

Be My Fire – The Blue Stones - Baby, be my conjurer/And I'll hold you dear/Baby, be the visions in the night/And wait till morning light for you/To disappear

Dany/Targ Songs:

Sleep Now In the Fire – Rage Against The Machine - The world is my expense/The cost of my desire/Jesus blessed me with its future/And I protect it with fire.

Her Black Wings – Danzig - Demoness calls/The bitch is come/For those who wait/Cross the breach in hell Notes: I’m guessing another Targ song, what with the “black wings”.

Fire – Barns Courtney - Ghosts and devils come a-calling/Calling my name oh, lost in the fire

Stark Songs

Wolf Like Me – TV On The Radio - Got a curse I cannot lift/Shines when the sunset shifts/When the moon is round and full/Gotta bust that box, gotta gut that fish

Wolves of Winter – Biffy Clyro - We are the wolves of winter/We live in a kingdom of blood Note: Holy fuck the implications of Dark!Dany in this song!!!

Dire Wolf – Grateful Dead - In the timbers to Fennario, the wolves are running round/The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet 'neath the ground.

Killer Wolf – Danzig - I'm the wolf/I'm the one you want/I'm the killer wolf

Potential Targbowl Songs

Go to War – Nothing More - I don't know what you had in mind/But here we stand on opposing sides/Let's go to war Note: Holy FUCK, this song seems to really foreshadow targbowl. It’s not a generic war song like some of the others, and it’s not about dead/evil/cold wars. This song seems to be about people who were on the same side then turned against each other.

White Walkers/war for the living songs

Immigrant Song – Led Zeppelin - How soft your fields so green/Can whisper tales of gore/Of how we calmed the tides of war/We are your overlords

The End – The Doors - Of our elaborate plans, the end/Of everything that stands, the end/No safety or surprise, the end/I’ll never look into your eyes again

Cold Cold Cold – Cage The Elephant - Doctor look into my eyes/I've been breathing air but there's no sign of life/Doctor the problem's in my chest/My heart feels cold as ice but it's anybody's guess

Burn the Fleet - Thrice - In this dark night we stand or fall/We are kings now, or nothing at all/Check your armor; Light up your torch

Dead Skin Mask – Slayer - Graze the skin with my finger tips/The brush of dead cold flesh pacifies the means

General songs

Seven Nation Army – The White Stripes - Don't want to hear about it/Every single one's got a story to tell/Everyone knows about it/From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell

War – Grandson - War up north/And war down south/Everywhere is war

Let Me Live / Let Me Die – Des Rocs - Tears don't stop the fire/It's killing time/Back from the dead/See your eyes, got nothing left/Kiss me, I am the colder Note: This is a song of ice and fire. This. Is A. Song. Of. Ice. And. Fire.

POWER – Kanye West - Life is a trip, so sometimes we gonna stumble/You gotta go through pain in order to become you Note: I’d call this a general song but this came right after a song about wolves so make of that what you will 😉

Let’s Have A War – Fear - Let's have a war/So you can go and die!

Powa – Tune-Yards - Rebel, rebel, no/Lightening dances in my head

No One Knows – Queens of the Stone Age - We get some rules to follow/That and this/These and those/No one knows

The Time Is Now – Atreyu - Flying high above the world/It's a new life, it's a new mind/And I will never fall Note: A Time for Wolves anyone? Especially since this comes right after a wolf song…

Rise Above – Black Flag - Jealous cowards try to control/Rise above, we're gonna rise above

Alternative Ulster – Stiff Little Fingers - There's nothin' for us in Belfast/The Pound's old, and that's a pity/OK, so there's the Trident in Bangor Note: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The Sickbed of Cuchulainn – The Pogues - And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone/Frank Ryan bought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid/And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the Yids

Power – AJ Ghent [j-ent] - You wanna take me down/But I won’t bend

Toxicity – System of a Down - You, what do you own the world?/How do you own disorder, disorder

Here’s Your Future – The Thermals - God reached his hand down from the sky/He flooded the land then he set it on fire

Love is Blindess – U2 - A little death/Without mourning/No call/And no warning

Greyjoy Songs

Flugufrelsarinn – Sigur Rós - Ég næ ekki andanum og þyngist við hverja öldu/Mér vantar kraftaverk/Því ég er að drukkna – syndir (I can not breathe and I am heavier with every wave/I need a miracle/Because I am drowning- sins) Note: Lots of talk about the ocean/rivers/boats along with despairing over your sins and struggling to be better and repent. If that isn’t a fucking Theon song I don’t know what is.

Bottom Of The Deep Blue Sea – MISSIO - The sweet surrender of silence forces me to live alone/Locked and loaded, where the hell is peace of mind?/I wait on you inside the bottom of the deep blue sea

Wave of Mutilation – Pixies - You'll think I'm dead, but I sail away/On a wave of mutilation

Jon Songs

Born for Greatness – Papa Roach - No we’re not nameless, we’re not faceless/We were born for greatness Note: This could be generic, but this gives me heavy Jon vibes

EDIT: @ward--runa pointed out to me that this song suited Jon better.

Mother – The Amazons - Friends wanna kill me/But I give them all my loving anyway/If God won't forgive me/I'm not the only one to make amends

Lannister Songs

Listen to the Lion – Van Morrison - All my love come tumblin' down/Oh, listen listen/To the lion

Hot Blood – Kaleo - You wanna prove you're the better man/You wanna reach for the things that nobody can/Oh all you need is to break away, yeah/Just keep telling yourself there's no shame Note: This was either Jaime or Jon for me, but I settled on Jaime. Partly because this came after a string of what I think to be Cersei songs. Also The idea of being a better man, “love is gonna get ya”, “turn your back, you’re a broken man”, “shake your hand”.

Gold Lion – Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Gold lion's gonna tell me where the light is

Cersei Songs

Queen – Perfume Genius - Don't you know your queen/Gleaming/Wrapped in golden leaf/Don't you know me Note: This gives me Cercei vibes but I honestly don’t know…

Cruel – St. Vincent - So they took you, and they left you/How could they be casually cruel? Note: ??? Maybe another Cercei one?

Crown of the Ground – Sleigh Bells - Set, set that crown on the ground and-ah

#jonsa #actuallyjonsa #game of thrones #anti-jonerys #anti-daenerys targaryen #dark dany #villain dany #jon snow #sansa stark #jonsa meta #sort of?

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breanime · 6 years

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A Proper Proposal

This is for @floralpeaceofmind, who requested a smutty proposal from Billy Russo! I tried to make it fluffy and smutty, a smuff piece, if you will. I hope you enjoy it! WARNING: SMUT AHEAD!

*gif by @willmcavoys*

Billy loved waking up with you in his arms. He used to think he just liked having another body next to him—it didn’t matter who the body belonged to. Really, Billy could sleep fine next to Frank—who he’d known for years and cared about—or next to some stranger at a bar who’s name he didn’t even remember; it didn’t matter…or so he thought. It wasn’t until you, until your wit and sarcasm and warmth, that Billy realized he had didn’t just like waking up next to someone, he had been practicing how to wake up next to someone…practicing how to wake up next to you.

He almost always woke up before you—the Marines had set his internal clock to early, while you could sleep like the dead. Billy didn’t mind, though. He liked being able to look down at you, warm and safe in his arms, cuddled up against his chest. He couldn’t keep the smile from his face as he looked at you; you were wearing his shirt from last night and your hair was wild and all over the pillows. He kissed your forehead, pulling you even closer, as he thought back to the night before.

It had been a rough day for Billy. Frank and Curtis were mad at each other, which left Billy—of all people—to be the mediator. He was…not qualified for the job. While Curtis was giving Frank the cold shoulder and Frank was trying his hardest to get Curtis’ attention by barking extra loud at the recruits, Billy was up to his elbows in paperwork and had to deal with two new recruits who were having some kind of diva-off that ended up with Frank with a bloody nose, four broken appendages on the recruits, and a destroyed locker room. So he was very happy to come home to you. He didn’t wait, as soon as he walked through the door and saw you, he grabbed you by your hips and pulled you in for a kiss. Billy loved kissing you, he loved feeling your body pressed against his.

“Mm,” you hummed between kisses, “I take it work either went really well or really bad today?”

“Curtis and Frank are fighting,” he said back, kissing the side of your neck, “now I have to choose which one I’m gonna live with.”

“Oh,” you nodded, holding his shoulders to press his body closer to you, “I remember when my parents got divorced. I’m here if you need to talk.”

“You’re so sexy when you’re being supportive,” Billy kissed you again before lifting you up and carrying you towards the bedroom.

“And you’re just sexy,” you had grinned back as he dropped you on the bed.

Billy crawled over to you, pressing kisses on your neck while his fingers danced down the length of your body. You giggled when his fingers slipped past the waistband of your pants.

“You really can’t wait, huh?” You said, smiling up at him.

“Nope,” he answered, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss.

Billy didn’t wait for a reply, he knew you wouldn’t be able to form words when his fingers were in your underwear. He pulled back a bit to watch your face as his long fingers curled in and out of you. Your mouth was open in a silent, pleasurable scream and your nails were digging into his arms. Billy loved you like this, at his mercy while you were enjoying his touch. He watched you, breathing heavy, as you came on his fingers.

“Holy shit,” you breathed out.

Billy chuckled. He pulled your pants off of you and kissed you again. “I love you.”

Your answering smile made his heart beat faster. “Love you, too.”

He took no time in taking your shirt and bra off—okay, he took some time to make sure he gave every inch of you the proper attention it deserved—but once he was satisfied that you were satisfied, he was ready to move on. He pressed another hard, long kiss to your perfect lips before sitting up again. Billy liked watching you watch him, and he did so as he shed his clothes. You stared up at him, eyes wide with lust, and Billy couldn’t wait to love you.

“Shirt,” you said, holding your hands out.

“Why?” He asked, immediately handing his shirt over to you.

“I like it,” was your simple answer.

Billy had watched you with interest as you sat up and pulled his white button-up onto your naked shoulders. He licked his lips at the sight of you; mouth bruised from his kisses, hair all over the place, and face still glowing from the orgasm he’d driven you to. His shirt was too big for you, and it fell perfectly between your breasts, giving him only a peek of the lovely mounds he’d just had in his mouth. “Yeah,” he said, voice thick with lust, “I like it too.”

Billy spent the next few hours making love to you. He started out fast, with your legs up in the air as he pounded into you, then transitioned into a slower pace with you on your side as he kissed your neck and whispered “you’re doing so good, baby” and “you feel so fucking good” while he twisted your nipples before he picked you up, flipped you onto your stomach, and started taking you from behind. You had cum five times already, and he was trying his hardest to last long enough to get you to a sixth, but the way you were clenched around him had him seeing stars.

“Billy,” you were gasping out, “fuck, baby, yes, yes, yes.”

That did it. Billy came hard, gritting his teeth as he released inside of you. He took a minute to get his breathing back under control before he reached out for you. You cuddled into his chest easily, and he admired the way his shirt stuck to the sweat on your skin. You hadn’t taken it off the whole time.

“Jesus,” you sighed, running your hand up and down his bare chest, “I’m sorry you had a bad day, baby, but… Jesus.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled back.

“I bet Frank and Curtis have already made up by now,” you said, kissing his chest.

“They’re a bunch of drama queens.”

Billy and you had talked for a while after that, but soon enough, your eyes started to get heavy and all Billy had to do was pull you half-way on top of him, drape the covers over the two of you, and give you one last kiss…

And then you were out like a light.

You had been right, of course. Billy had checked his phone right before he’d fallen asleep last night to see a text from Frank saying that he and Curtis were heading to the bar and seeing if you and Billy had wanted to come. Drama queens. Although, Billy really couldn’t talk… He glanced over at the dresser across the room. Deep in the third shelf, where he kept his old military fatigues, worn-out shirts, and other old, but memorable clothes was a small black box wrapped in his first Anvil sweater. In the box was a ring…an engagement ring. He’d bought it nearly a month ago and crapped out on proposing to you every single day since. His original plan had been to propose to you on the rooftop of your favorite restaurant while Frank, Karen and Curtis took pictures to commemorate the moment, but he ended up nixing that idea. Then he was gonna do it at random, like on the street or something, but the thought of a bunch of strangers and tourists gawking at the two of you turned him all the way off. His next idea was to ask during one of Karen’s game nights, where it would just be the core group, but even that was too many people. He was worried that you wouldn’t say yes—he couldn’t help it—and Billy knew himself. He wouldn’t be able to bear the rejection if it happened in front of a crowd, he might be able to survive if it was just the two of you, but with everyone? There was no way. But he had to ask. Billy loved you so much—more than himself, which was saying a lot—and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. In the past, before he met you, he’d never thought of himself as husband material, and he had no interest in being married but now… That was all he wanted, to be a family with you and to have and protect you until he died, so… he had to ask.

But he had no idea how he was going to do it.

Billy was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt you move against him. He looked down and smiled as he watched you wake up. You looked so sweet. His smile widened once you opened your pretty eyes and looked up at him.

“Hey,” he greeted you softly.

“Hey,” you said back. You stretched and then settled back against him. “Oh,” you looked down at his shirt, “I forgot I was wearing this…”

“It looks better on you anyway,” Billy kissed your forehead.

“Yeah, I think so too,” you agreed smugly, making him laugh. Billy felt himself turn to goo when you reached up and kissed him. Your lips were soft and inviting, and he titled his head to get better access to you. You pressed your breasts against Billy’s chest and he groaned. Your body was warm, and he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer. He closed his eyes when he felt your lips ghost across his chest, and he let out a full out moan when he felt your hand grip his hardening cock. You giggled as you stroked him. “Mm,” you said, kissing his neck now, “I don’t think you’re gonna last, babe.”

Billy smirked. “Wanna bet?” His hand slid in-between your legs, poised and ready to go.

“Yeah, I do,” you sighed, already spreading your legs for him.

Billy paused. Hm. “Yeah, okay,” he sat up a bit, “let’s make a bet. If I win, you have to say yes to anything I say.”

“The Billy Russo wetdream,” you smirked. “And if I win?”

He shrugged, plopping back down on the pillow,“If you win, I’ll do that thing you wanted me to do.”

“You’ll open Anvil for a women’s self-defense class?” You asked.

“I will,” he answered, “so is it a deal?”

You grinned. “Loser comes first.”

Billy kissed you on the nose. “I love you, loser.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, yeah, love you too,” your hand was moving again, “Game on.”

Billy’s head fell back on the pillows as you stroked him. Your grip was always perfect—firm but not She-Hulk strong with a good rhythm and a nice amount of caressing his balls. He licked his lips as he stared up at the ceiling. God, it felt good. He was fully erect now and he wanted nothing more than to have your mouth join the party your hand was throwing around his cock. But he was in it to win it. Billy knew what you liked and used his knowledge to his full advantage. He curled three fingers into you and was rewarded with your breathy moan. He grinned, lowering his face into your neck and sucking at the skin there. His other hand went to cup your breast.

“Oh,” you breathed, making Billy smile.

He flicked his thumb against your clit and laughed when you nearly jumped off the bed. He chuckled, biting your neck, as he rubbed your clit with his thumb and pushed his fingers in and out of you. “Feel free to cum, sweetheart,” he mumbled against your neck, “God, I want you to cum.”

You whimpered, and Billy felt your grip weaken for a moment. But you weren’t going to be beaten so easily; you turned to Billy and gave him a filthy kiss that had his toes curling. He almost found himself begging—almost—for you to kiss him again when you finally pulled back. You grinned at him and moved your hand from his cock. He felt it cover his own hand as he continued fingering you, and for a moment, he thought you were going to move him away, but instead, you sunk a finger into the mix. The noise you made when your finger and Billy’s fingers started moving in tandem inside you made Billy’s cock twitch with arousal. You took your hand away after a while and returned it to Billy’s cock, and he groaned when he realized what you had done—your hand was wet from your own lust and you were using it as lube to stroke him more efficiently. That, mixed with the moisture from his pre-cum, helped you speed up the pace and Billy was definitely starting to feel like he might lose the bet. You kissed him again, and Billy bit you lip—making you gasp in excitement.

“I can’t wait for you to cum,” you said, your voice breathless, “Just cum for me, baby,” you kissed him again, “I want you to cum.”

“You first,” he groaned, squeezing your breast and trying not to focus in on the way you purposefully grazed the veins on his cock.

“Nope,” you smirked back, “want you to cum first. I want to feel your hot cum in my hands, baby,” you nicked at his neck, “and then I want to lick it off.”

That got him. Billy came into your hand, cursing loudly as he did. You gasped, then giggled, kissing his neck and pumping the last few spurts out of him. Billy flung his head back into the mattress when he came down, satisfied but pissed at himself.

“Yay,” you licked the thick material off of your hand with a grin, “I won.”

Billy glared at you. He sat up quickly and grabbed you by the hips, slamming you onto your back. He gripped your legs and ripped them apart, and you gasped again at the force. You were already dripping wet from him fingering you, but he could tell you liked his aggression now, too. Billy took no time in plunging his face between your thighs, and he licked a long, wet stripe that had you screaming in seconds. He licked and sucked at you and enjoyed not only the obscene noises he was making, but the exalted breathing and moaning you were doing with each motion. Billy lifted his chin, wanting to get as much of your essence on him as possible before pursuing his lips and sucking on your clit. He threw an arm over your stomach to keep you in place—you were wriggling so much—and pressed home his advantage. While his lips were on your clit, he pushed four fingers inside of you. He felt his dick twitch when eh heard your scream of absolute pleasure. It didn’t take much more to have you cumming around his fingers and into his mouth, one hand clutching his hair and the other over your mouth, trying—and failing to stifle your screams.

Billy lay his head on your stomach as you both came down and closed his eyes. Now that your orgasm had rocked through you, you were running your fingers through his messy hair and humming quietly to yourself. Normally, Billy would have been ready to start round two, but he was disappointed in himself. There goes his chance to ask you to marry him—obviously, he wouldn’t force you to marry him on a bet, but that would have been the perfect opportunity to bring it up. Now the ball was in his court again and he had no idea what to do with it. He sighed, and he wondered why he even thought he could marry you in the first place. He was too much of a coward to even ask…

“Baby?” Your voice broke him out of his thoughts. “What’s wrong?”

Billy sat up and joined you at the head of the bed, plopping down on the pillows with what you would probably describe as a pout on his face. “Nothing.”

“Try that again, but with the truth this time,” you ordered gently.

Billy sighed again and looked over at you. You were still wearing his shirt, though it was hanging off of your shoulders now. You were so beautiful. “I wanted to win,” he admitted.

You giggled, rolling your eyes at him. “You’re such a brat,” you joked. You paused when you saw that he was still pouting. “You really don’t want to do the self-defense class, huh?” You asked, a little concerned.

He sat up. “No, it’s not that. I actually think a women’s self-defense class is a good idea, I already ran it by Frank and Curtis and we were gonna turn it into a bi-weekly thing, but…” He sighed again, flopping down on the bed, “Fuck, baby, I really wanted to win.”

You leaned over him and brushed his hair out of his eyes. You had that look on your face—the one you got when you were confused and concerned at the same time. Billy was already unhappy, but he felt even worse knowing that he caused you to make that face. He was being a coward and overly dramatic and worrying you and none of that was acceptable. “Why’d you wanna win so badly?” You asked.

Billy lowered his eyes.

“You really want me to say yes to anything you say?”

“Not everything,” he grumbled, “Just one thing.”

“Okay…” You said slowly. “Okay… Well, tell me. What do you want me to do?”

“It’s fine,” he sighed again, sitting up and running a hand over his face, “don’t… Don’t worry about it, baby, it’s nothing.”

“Billy,” you said, voice stern, “it’s not nothing. You’re on the verge of a full on meltdown now and don’t think I haven’t noticed…” You paused, stopping yourself.

Billy’s head turned as he looked at you. “Noticed what?”

Now it was your turn to sigh. “You’ve been acting really weird lately,” you replied, “like you’re on edge and I don’t know why. I asked Frank and he said not to worry, and it feels like everything’s fine between us, but…”

“Hey,” Billy held your hands in his, “hey, no, wait… Everything is great between us, baby, I swear, it’s not you… It’s…” Billy looked into your eyes, so full of love and concern for him and he knew—now was the moment. He couldn’t stand making you question your relationship, his love for and happiness with you. He’d die before he’d let you think he didn’t want you more than life itself. So, he kissed your hand, took a deep breath, and walked over to the dresser. You were silent as he opened the drawer and pulled out his Anvil sweater, walking back to the bed with it in his hand.

“This isn’t how I wanted to do this,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically shaky, “To be honest, I’m not even sure how I wanted to do this, but,” he took another breath and looked you in the eye, “I love you, Y/N. I love you so much and I know I don’t deserve you, but I want to. And I want to be with you for the rest of my life,” he didn’t break eye contact with you, even as he began to unravel the sweater, “And I’ve known that for a long time, even before I bought this…” He watched your eyes go wide as he brought out the little black box.

“Billy…” You said, eyes filling with tears.

“…I swear, I will never stop trying to make you happy,” he went on, “and I will do anything for you, Y/N, I’ll do anything to be with you, so…” He licked his lips. “…you don’t have to say yes, but… I have to ask…” He looked up at you again, and his dark eyes were electric with emotion, “Will you marry me?”

You answered him with a shriek and a tackle off the bed. You landed on top of him on the floor, and Billy laughed as you kissed his face all over. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, kissing him and wrapping your arms around his neck, “Yes, Billy!”

It felt like the weight of the world was just lifted off his shoulders, and Billy finally understood what the saying ‘floating on air’ meant. He kissed you—not as a boyfriend and girlfriend, but as fiancés—and it felt like the start of the rest of his life. You were crying when he pulled back, and he wiped your tears tenderly. “I love you,” he said, his heart so full he thought he might burst.

“I love you, too,” you sniffled, then smirked, “…loser.”

Billy kissed your nose. He picked up the ring, which had fallen out of the box when the two of you had tumbled onto the floor and slid it on your finger. “Mrs. Loser.”

You laughed, and Billy picked you up and carried you back to bed, where you enjoyed your engagement the proper way for the rest of the morning.

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Some fun facts about this one: I wrote it all just now while watching Bob’s Burgers and I was originally going to call it “Loser” but thought...nah... I kept getting interrupted by my family and I just wanted to be like “YO, I’m writing smut, please leave me alone!” Haha, so anyway... Requests are still open! Come holla at me!

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baekthecorgi · 6 years

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tell me if you wanna go home (jaemin) genre: high school au, coming of age au, fluff words: 2.9k summary: jaemin finds a home in you.

"a mad axeman murders four high school freshmen," the newspaper headline was written in black bold capital letters

it was definitely a time of crisis for your neighborhood but it was kind of a blessing in disguise to meet na jaemin under such a bone-chilling circumstance. (no, jaemin's not the axeman)

the school admin (your mom's constant nagging actually) required the students to have a walking partner or at least have a group of friends walk home together. preferrably, the students go with others near their vicinity just to be extra safe.

you can count the students taking the same route as yours with your fingers. your house was exactly a 30-minute walk from the school and judging from the distance, it was natural that no one picked you as their walking partner. it put your mood down for the rest of the day. you shrugged it off and accepted your fate of being the fifth victim like the drama queen you were.

"wait up!" jaemin shouts, footsteps trailing behind yours as the chilly air seeps through your blazer. the air was nowhere near chilly anymore when jaemin flashes you a dazzling smile. a smile that could rival the sun.

"jaems? shouldn't you be with jeno?" you question, confused. he wasn't your friend or anything. just an acquaintance, a classmate, the kid sitting at the last row chatting away with his seatmates.

"where's your walking partner?"

"i don't have one." jaemin gives a baffled look.

silence ensues. you were expecting for the boy to fly away as soon as he threw you the questions. instead, jaemin matches his pace with yours. "this isn't your route, jaems," you say. you really didn't want jaemin to be the sixth victim. (once again, stop being a drama queen.)

"it is, actually. i just take the long route to jeno's house and make my mom pick me up there."

"then jeno's the one without a walking partner"

"he's with renjun. it's fine," he waves the thought off as if it wasn't a big deal

"are you sure about this?" you wanted reassurance, not pity, and jaemin was glad enough to give you that.

"i'm still walking with you aren't i?"

and with that starts a beautiful friendship with na jaemin. the first walk-a-thon, as you would call it, was one of the longest thirty minutes of your life. jaemin kept jumping from one topic to another while you reply with dry statements, or worse, a hum and a nod.

jaemin's the human embodiment of bliss while you defined the word: awkward.

but as the walk-a-thons became a daily occurrence, your awkward exterior is stripped down and jaemin glows brighter than ever having found a new friend he could walk home with. besides, he was done taking the long route. jeno can suck it.

as the news died down--the murderer caught--the students disregarded the whole walking partner protocol. you didn't bother waiting for jaemin at the usual spot after class since you knew he'd drop you like the other students did with their partners.

but somehow, jaemin finds his way back to you

"my walking partner's going on another walk-a-thon without me? hmp rude," jaemin crosses his arms cutely, huffing. let's just say he was engulfed in a big bear hug by the happiest girl in the world.

as the years pass by, jaemin becomes the best friend you've always deserved and the nagging big brother you wish you had. countless moments were shared between the two of you. inside jokes which sent you raised brows and confused faces by renjun and jeno. petty fights leading to a tickle war of some sort. huge arguments that renjun had to patch up because your stubborn selves refused to make up.

one finals week, you felt your brain swell from information overload. so jaemin turns up the speakers, blasting "feliz navidad" at two in the fucking morning. it was june and yet you and jaemin were bouncing the hell out of the mattress, singing the christmas carol at the top of your lungs, till the bed springs popped out. the cops turned up in the end (ugh neighbors,, snitches end up in ditches) but needless to say, it's one of the many favorite memories you share with him.

you were also there to witness each other's firsts. jaemin's first injury. your first brow wax. jaemin's first car. your first time watching jaemin's basketball and actually bring home the bacon aka MVP, bitches. jaemin's first time watching you beat the heck out of the opposing school at the district science decathlon.

it's hard to believe four years past right under your nose. you spent too much time enjoying what life could offer with your best friend, you forgot that it ain't always gonna be this way. you dreaded the day you and jaemin would separate ways just like the time the school abolished the walking partner program.

unfortunately, the time has come. with only less than a month left before graduation, you and jaemin finally receive your acceptance letters. he got into his dream university while you got into yours. you were happy and all, but calculating the distance made your heart ache.

"so, have you decided where you're gonna study?" you ask

jaemin pauses as if weighing his choices at the last minute before speaking, "seoul university, most probably." he looks at you and his eyes seem to plead for you to choose a university close to his. "you?"

jaemin was always the smarter one

"KAIST"

"but that's in daejeon!" he exclaims, surprised. "it's two hours, almost three, from seoul. you got accepted in yonsei, right? why don't you just go there? we'll be closer that way."

you were never the type to settle somewhere far from home but you took the opportunity to live independently. besides, you can't have jaemin with you for life. you have to stand on your own feet and this was the perfect chance for that.

"it's my decision, jaems. my call. as much as i would love to stay close--" you were cut off by an angered jaemin stomping away from the scene.

that week, jaemin was missing in action. no texts. no calls. no anything. he treated you like a ghost in the hallways, averting his gaze to either renjun or jeno whenever you meet. you gave jaemin time. maybe your decision still hasn't sunk in his mind.

"dude, why aren't you talking with your best friend?" jeno slaps jaemin's back

"careful," the latter glares making jeno cower in fear, "and it's her fault for choosing KAIST over yonsei"

"jaemin, i can't stand your stupid ass." jaemin flinches at renjun's words. "you're so fucking stupid. you're not in any position to dictate what she should and shouldn't do. and what if she's a hundred miles away from home? she's doing it for her fucking future, not for you! if you don't support her decision then are you really her best friend?"

silence ensues. jaemin never really saw it from renjun's perspective. now he feels like a fucking idiot for putting his wish before yours. the university was no problem, he was super proud of you, in fact. acceptance letters from both KAIST and yonsei university was a rare occurrence and a big deal. jaemin just can't imagine you being so far away from him. he couldn't bear the thought of it and it made him illogically mad that you didn't share the same vision. of never having to be far from each other.

"i'm sorry. you were right it's supposed to be your decision and i shouldn't interfere with it. forgive your best friend?"

"jaemin, do you really have to climb through my window at midnight? the front door's wide open for you"

"so i'm taking that as an apology accepted?"

"ugh, just come get your hug you big baby"

fast forward to prom week

the whole school was buzzing on the upcoming prom. since this was the first and last prom for the seniors, every single detail mattered. everything was a big deal. on top of all that, everyone already chose their partners. some picked their friends, some from other sections, and for the lucky ones, their significant others.

deep inside, you secretly wished jaemin would ask you out. as a friend, nothing more. you wanted to spend the it with him, dancing the worries away just for one night. you didn't want to think about the countless possible futures. you just want to live in the present with jaemin by your side.

"who are you asking out?" you ask jeno, propping your elbows on the lunch table and idly resting your chin above your palms.

"a close friend from 4-B," jeno replies, "renjun?"

"oh, you know," renjun wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. you stand in disbelief, pulling the roots of your hair. "no way!" your eyes widen, exclaiming, "i call bs!"

"watch me slow dance to Can't Help Falling In Love with her on prom night losers," renjun brags, leaning back on his chair. "how bout you sis? found your prince charming yet?"

actually, you were quite glum the entire day. you assumed jaemin has found a partner of his own since he didn't ask you out or anything like that. renjun missed the dejected expression painted on your face. you can feel jaemin's stare on you boring holes from its intensity as if he was expecting something. you answer renjun with a slight shake of the head. you may or may not have heard jaemin sigh in relief.

jeno's forehead scrunches, bemused. "i thought you were going with jaemin?"

"where'd you get that?"

"me," jaemin replies. "i mean, it's a given we're going to prom together." renjun takes a bite of his chicken to hide the growing smile on his face. god, you two were so dense.

"that's now how it works, jaems"

"well, we're best friends. like i said, it's a given." you roll your eyes at your best friend's ego and decide to just give it to him. you chose to ignore the quick skip of a beat your heart made.

"you know, there's this guy from 4-D who was supposed to ask y--ouch! what was that for?!" jeno yelps and reaches below the table. he caresses his knee to which jaemin painfully kicked.

jaemin sips on his water bottle as if there was nothing fishy going on. "tell me the deets of your dress so i can match my suit with yours"

prom was prom. a bunch of teenagers balled up on the dance floor, subtly grinding on each other under the influence of alcohol contained in pocket-sized flasks. hot, rowdy, and simply, a big mess. all of which you weren't. not when you looked like a doll in your jean-clad cocktail dress hugging your figure perfectly and your old, dirty Converse shoes to match it. it was enough to stop jaemin in his tracks. the choice of clothing was bizarre but it made you stand out. you always did stand out from the crowd in his eyes. it was hard not to.

jaemin decides to sneak you out because you weren't fit for the disaster of an event that was waiting to happen.

he drives in his (brother's stolen) car and takes you away from all the ruckus. you didn't know where he was taking you but anywhere with jaemin was fine.

the trip was a rendezvous. much like the time when you would sneak out of the house and head over to jaemin's because 24 hours wasn't enough time to play Animal Crossing with your best friend and giggle under the covers throughout the night. it was like that, except this time, you were two best friends driving to god knows where in search of more time. time to spend with each other before reaching the brink of adulthood.

the car screeches to a stop. you peek out of the window to see the wide expanse of the open campus.

"you're brother's gonna kill you when he finds out about this"

"what he doesn't know won't hurt him," jaemin breaks into a laugh. it was the only sound that could be heard within a mile amidst the crickets chirp.

"you've already got a campus tour right? last week?" you nod hesitantly. jaemin wants to memorize your home for the next four years by heart. "lead the way then"

you stroll around the campus, pointing at different buildings and describing the various departments of the university. you tell him which department your course was in, the building where most of your classes are at. basically, anything your brain can muster up at the moment.

weird glances were thrown at the both of you from the students coming in and out of the dorm. you sat on the steps in front of your soon-to-be dorm, chattering away as if it was normal for two high school students to hang out in an open campus in their prom attire.

later, you lead jaemin to the empty quad. you follow jaemin's actions when he lies on his back. he notices the red blotches starting to form on your exposed skin caused by the grass prickling it. jaemin takes off his coat and drapes it across your shoulders.

you whine, complaining how the night sky was as empty as the quad and how the stars were being unfair for refusing to shine. jaemin reasons that the stars were too afraid to rival the brightest one of all--you. but of course, he says all of that in his head.

"aren't you worried?" you break the silence. "what if one day we find someone new and we replace each other with that someone? what if we meet again in seoul during break and all we see is a stranger in front of us?"

"what if home doesn't feel like home anymore? what then?" jaemin hears the anxiety in your tone of voice. it felt good to voice out the worries inside your head but you didn't want to burden jaemin with it. you didn't want to seem clingy.

"i'm proud of you for taking such a big step. choosing a good university far away from home and in the course you've always wanted." jaemin reassures, "i get where all your worries are coming from but no one could ever replace you. i'll text you or call you when i'm free. we could even video call if we're not busy. we'll always stay close, you mean too much to me to just let this end."

"jaemin," you softly call his name. he shifts his position to face you. your breath hitches at the boy centimeters away from you. you've never seen jaemin this close and personal. you've never seen jaemin as someone more than a friend.

your voice was feeble and small. "are you scared?"

"so scared," jaemin says almost in an inaudible whisper. "you have no idea"

"what are you scared of?"

"the future, being so far away from you," he holds his gaze on you but this time his eyes were insinuating something different you couldn't read. jaemin takes a sharp breath as if inhaling an ounce of courage before continuing, "i might be in love with my best friend and that scares the crap out of me."

"jaems, we can't. if we go through this now, the distance will kill us."

jaemin locks his eyes with yours, full of love and reassurance. "we've been through everything else together. this is no different." he swipes the stray hairs falling only to tuck it securely behind your ear. "i don't care if you're miles away, you can call me any time and i'd drop anything if you needed me. you know that."

"the distance will tear us apart. jaemin, we really can't," you choke back a sob threatening to escape your lips but jaemin shushes you as if saying everything will be alright.

"you're worth any fight"

the first few weeks in college was rough. the hectic schedule, the long lecture hours, the difficult lessons and the terror professors. they were all new to you, jaemin as well.

it was hard keeping in touch at the same damn time. if you were busy, jaemin wasn't and vice versa but somehow, the two of you compromised and made it work.

jaemin was a man of his word--never failing to send you a text or call before the day ends. even one “good morning, sunshine” text was enough for you to get going and receiving a “good night, i love you :)” text from you was enough for jaemin to get a good night sleep.

sometimes, jaemin would get the craziest ideas at ungodly hours of the night

"oh my god, jaems, are you out of your mind?!" you massage your forehead at the sight of your boyfriend, hugging his plushie cutely, in front of your doorstep in the middle of the night.

"i couldn't fall asleep. i need cuddles," jaemin welcomes himself in your apartment. if you didn't love the guy so much and if he didn't look too cute in his pink pajamas, you would have kicked him out.

"let me get this straight. you drove four hundred miles on a school night for cuddles?"

"and kisses. now enough chitchat, more smoochies," jaemin puckers his lips and jumps on your bed, arms wide open to snuggle yourself in. you smile and accept his warm invitation.

anywhere with jaemin feels like home because he is your home 💝

note: i rewrote this because tumblr deleted my fucking draft which was almost done. i hope this one’s better than the draft i made ugh i had to restart so it took a while sorry. jaemin’s a bit of a prick here but he’s an adorable prick who needs a hit on the head to make him realize things sometimes. im just glad im done with this. i can finally tick one off my to-do list omg!! drop some feedback, guys :D

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ghostbustermelanieking · 5 years

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praescitum chapter thirteen

chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five, chapter six, chapter seven, chapter eight, chapter nine, chapter ten, chapter eleven pt 1, chapter eleven pt 2, chapter twelve

casefile, season 10, season 11. part of my series that i write as i rewatch the x files.

Summary: As Mulder and Scully adjust to their reassignment to the X-Files and working together in the wake of their separation, they find themselves investigating a small town and a ghost that apparently warns people of bad things to come.

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thirteen.

november, 2017

A couple weeks pass with no leads on the unofficial Willoughby case. Mulder and Scully don't exactly want to officially go down there and investigate—lest they draw the wrath of the Budget Office again—so they've been working on other cases in the meantime. One in West Virginia, another in Indiana. Mulder writes a letter to Jared Caruthers and sends it to the prison he's at in Pennsylvania, but they don't get a response right away. They're back to their usual routine of spending a few nights a week at one of their houses, but it's different now. Now, they're together, in whatever sense of the word.

They spend a weekend in Scully's place, walking the dog together, Mulder fighting with the technology to cook, wrapped up in blankets on the couch or in her bed. Three nights at the house in Farrs Corner, staying up too late working and passing Mulder's reading glasses back and forth because Scully left her pair in her bedside table drawer. Another night in Scully's bed, tipsy and giggling like newlyweds. They buy each other breakfast or lunch at work. Mulder insists she take the desk chair. They keep things relatively peaceful with Skinner, despite past tensions. It's almost idyllic.

They're at Scully's one weekend morning, wrapped up in her sheets and comforter, huddled over on one side of the bed because that monstrous dog of hers is taking up the entire other half of the bed. Sprawled out by the pillow, taking up just enough space so that they can't lay there. Mulder didn't know a dog that small could take up that much space. “We need to renegotiate this space issue,” Mulder says into Scully's hair, his arm around her waist.

She shifts in bed, the top of her head landing just below his chin. “Mulder, I never expected you to argue about a situation that landed us sitting this closely in bed,” she says coyly. She's teasing him.

“Maybe not, but I didn't expect to have our space reduced to the size of a twin bed.” He nudges her side through the blankets. “Maybe the dog should have his own room, Scully.”

She scoffs. “Well, that seems a little excessive.” Next to her, Daggoo yawns—admittedly adorably, that little fucker—and Scully scratches his belly contentedly. “You and your dogs,” Mulder murmurs, kissing the part in her hair, and she shifts against him again, snuggling into his chest.

On the bedside table, his phone beeps with the email alert. “Some important case?” Scully mutters huskily against his shoulder as he reaches for his phone.

“Hmm. It's from Jared Caruthers, actually,” he says with surprise, opening up the email. “I included my email in case he wanted to forgo letters. Looks like he did.”

Scully props herself up on one elbow, scooting to the other side of the bed and pushing Daggoo away. He crawls into her lap, wriggling and yipping, and she scratches the top of his head. “Really? What did he say?”

Mulder scans the email. “He's willing to meet with us,” he says. “He mentions the possibility of us coming down sometime next week.”

Scully cranes her neck to read over his shoulder. “That sounds good to me,” she says. “How far away is the prison?”

“Couple hours. Up in Pennsylvania. We could drive up after lunch on Monday if there's no new case.”

“Mmm.” She rubs her nose briefly against his neck. “That makes sense. We can stay over here again Monday night if you want; I think it's closer.”

“That's sweet of you.” He kisses the top of her head again. “Although the mutt and I may need to have a discussion before then. I think it's ironic that he likes to sleep on my side of the bed.”

“Oh, hush, you big baby.” She pats the side of his face. “You'll be just fine.” He kisses her abruptly before she can finish.

---

The weather this fall has been kind of sporadic: hot one day, freezing the next. Tonight, it's freezing. Ryan hates the irony in that; the one night he'd wanted to spend outside.

He finally has his driver's license, but he has to borrow Annie's car if he wants to go anywhere. She said that he could have hers when she got a new one next year, but he suspects she's still sort of suspicious of him after the fire. That the suspicion will never completely go away. She says she isn't suspicious, that she trusts him, believes him when he says it was a stupid mistake, but he doesn't believe her. It probably doesn't help that he is technically going back to the scene of the crime tonight. If he gets caught, he'll never live it down. That'll end any chance he has of ever regaining his reputation in this stupid town.

He borrows his aunt's car because it's freezing and about to rain, and because he's tired of riding his bike around town like a little kid. He's trying to avoid suspicion, so he parks it at the nearby church and walks, up the street, past the houses near the church and to the site of the original apartment building. The place where his parents died. It's gone now, of course, but they're building some new house on the property. Ryan can't decide how to feel about it, but it's not like he has any sway over the decision. Especially considering he burned the original place down. (It seems so stupid now, thinking about why he burned the building down—to try and stop the Specter. It seems so childish. You can't stop the Specter that way. He's trying to find another way.)

The new house can't be called a house; it's a skeleton, only the frame and part of a wall in place. The chunk of wall faces the street, and Ryan gratefully ducks behind it. It's already dark, but he doesn't want anyone driving by to see him inside and get suspicious. Aside from this being the scene of two Caruthers family crimes, he's technically trespassing. He turns on his flashlight and props it up against the wall, leaving him a small yellow-white light to work with. From his backpack, he pulls the folded-up board from under his wallet. Finds the planchette and pulls that out, too. A Parker's Brother Ouija Board, bought for two bucks at the Goodwill in the next town. It's a fucking cliché, but it's all he's got.

He's never played with one before. He's been terrified of them all his life. (He sees a ghost all the time; why the fuck would he want to summon another one?) A friend of his had one at a sleepover, and he refused to play, and got called a weenie until he cried and called his aunt to come and get him. This feels like a rite of passage, a fulfillment of everything he's checked out of all of his life.

He pulls out the video camera he stole from the closet and sets it up facing the board. It's probably stupid, considering that people probably still suspect him of faking the house in class last year (and probably only let it go because Mrs. Seers got into that accident, and Agent Scully never let on that she saw him in the school), but he wants video proof. If this works, he's going to send it to Agent Mulder, who probably believes in this shit. A witness testimony of sorts. Ghosts are real, and the Specter really did possess my uncle. It's all real. He makes sure it's recording, sees that the little red light is on, and moves back to his spot before the board.

He pulls one more thing out of his pack and tucks it under the corner of the Ouija board: his parents’ wedding photo. Takes a deep, shaky breath. Come on, Ry, one of the kids at the sleepover had said—Ryan still doesn't know if he was trying to be nice or cruel. We can contact your parents. Don't you wanna talk to them again? He hadn't then. He was too scared.

He inhales, exhales, places the planchette on the board. Places two fingers on it. He takes two more shaky breaths, shakes shaggy bangs out of his face as he moves the planchette around the board a couple of times. Thunder crashes off in the distance.

Ryan’s fingers are cold on the plastic, hands shaking. He presses his shoulder against the bricks. “If there are spirits here tonight,” he says in a low voice, “please make yourself known using the board and only the board.” It’s probably not much protection against the Specter, but it’s something. And he has his old washable cross tattoo habit going again, and he’s wearing a crucifix that Jared sent with his last letter under his t-shirt. He offers up a quick prayer that this won't go badly, even though he's never prayed in his life.

Nothing happens. The planchette sits still in the center of the board.

Ryan sighs, chewing at his lower lip. It's childish, but he starts to move the planchette around the board. Swirling it back and forth. He spells out M-O-M and is on the D of Dad when the planchette yanks off one side. It rapidly spells out H-E-L-L-O.

His heart speeds up, fluttering hard, pounding against his ribs. “H-hello?” he stammers. “Mom, Dad? Is that you?”

The planchette slides again, violently, over to YES.

He laughs, a little terrified, a little joyful. He's heard stories about his mom and dad all his life—they met in college, they danced the Macarena and the Electric Slide at their wedding, they were so happy when they found out they were pregnant. His dad used to read to him every night while his mom fed him, his mom took him on long walks every day in the stroller, they both sung to him and neither of them could sing at all, they were as tone deaf as he is. But he has never once had a conversation with them. It's frightening, it's overwhelming. He can feel tears on his face.

Above him, lightning flashes across the sky.

“A-are you okay?” he whispers. “Is it nice, wherever you are?” He doesn't know if he believes in heaven, but if there's an afterlife (and there must be), he hopes it is good for them. His mom and dad. He has so, so many questions.

The planchette swirls, lands on YES again. And then it keeps moving, spelling out words. W-E L-O-V-E Y-O-U.

Ryan gulps. Wipes his face with his free hand. “I love you too,” he whispers. He doesn't know if teenage boys are supposed to tell their parents that they love them, but he's going to. He's never gotten to before, aside from the visits he and Annie paid to their graves when he was a kid. (Crouching in front of them, his hands covered in dirt and grass stains, his eyes sticky with tears as he told the stones everything he wanted to tell them.) This video is going to be embarrassing as shit.

Thunder rumbles again. Ryan clears his throat, wiping his eyes again. “Mom, Dad…” he says carefully. It feels so strange to say those words to them, even if he can't see them. “I need to ask you something. If you remember it.”

The board says nothing. The planchette is still. Ryan continues, “That night… uh, with Uncle Jared… did he…” His words break off, quivering. He doesn't know if he can say it. “Did he… did he mean to kill you? O-or was it not him?” He's stammering, weeping, blinking at the flash of lightning. He can barely articulate it, but she forces it out. “Was it the Specter? Was the Specter using him?” he whispers. “D-did the Specter kill you?”

The planchette yanks again. NO.

Ryan's mouth drops open. There's no proof, he has no proof, Jared won't tell him anything and no one else will believe him, but he was so sure… “He did?” he whispers. “Mom… Dad… he killed you?”

YES.

He shakes his head hard, his jaw clenched. “N-no, he couldn't,” he whispers. “He didn't. He…”

The planchette yanks again and again. YES YES YES YES.

The thunder booms, louder this time. A tear drips down Ryan's face. “Why?” he murmurs, his voice wrenched free of all noise. “Why did he kill you?”

The planchette loops around the board again, sharply. B-E-C-A-U-S-E O-F Y-O-U. Ryan gasps hard, yanking his hands away from the board, but the planchette keeps moving. Y-O-U Y-O-U Y-O-U Y-O-U… And Ryan suddenly understands that this isn't his parents, or not solely his parents, and he grabs for the board, for the planchette, to shift it over to GOODBYE, but the planchette moves before he can grab it. It goes flying, directly at him, and hits him in the forehead. He jerks back in pained surprise, and his head bangs hard against the unfinished wall.

He can hear the rumble of thunder again as he collapses on the ground, his head pounding.

His vision is funny, swimming, his stomach turning; he feels like he is going to throw up. His ears are buzzing with faint things, words, voices, and the sounds suddenly sharpen into something clear. Screams. Blood curdling screams, a woman's screams. A sharp, pained, deep-voiced groan, a whimper. Why, the voice pleads. Why are you…. The voice breaks off into another moan.

The screams break off into sobs, whimpers, pleas. Please, don't, don't, don't… another voice, a woman's voice, begs. Don't do this, please… Another scream, this one full of pain. Why? the voice pleads. Jared, why? Why are you doing this?

The responding voice is familiar, scarily familiar. It's different, though, darkly-toned, stiff, nearly mechanical. I have to.

More screams, more sobbing. Please, Jared, please… the voice pleads. Please don't hurt our baby. Please don't hurt Ryan. More screaming. Ryan, screaming. Ryan, crying out until his throat hurts. Ryan, lurching off to one side and vomiting hard.

His head hurts. Thunder is rumbling again, and his head, his throat, his eyes hurt. He knows what his parents sound like, Annie and both sets of grandparents have videos. But he's never heard them sound like that. Begging for their lives, for his life.

He wonders if any part of that was real, or if it was all the Specter. If just once in his life, he could hear his parents actually say that they love him.

He picks himself up off the ground, groaning and checking the back of his head—no blood, thank God. He checks the camera, too, and the little red light is on. Thank God for that, too; this is the best proof he could ask for. He puts the camera and the planchette into his backpack. But when he reaches tentatively, cautiously for the board, it yanks away from him as if shoved by an invisible hand. Seems to quiver in place, rattle on the slats of unfinished wood. Ryan reaches for it again, and the whole thing bursts into flames. He yelps, scrabbling back across the floor until his back hits the wall again. He blinks hard, as if expecting the image to go away, but it’s real. The board is ablaze. He can feel the heat of it seeping through his jeans.

He fumbles in his backpack until he finds a water bottle and dumps it over the board. A few sparks of fire remain on the board, and he stomps it out with his sneakers. His hands are shaking, his head is pounding. He stamps on the Ouija board until it stops smoldering, reaches down and grabs it, ignoring the heat. He throws it out of the skeleton of the new house, shakes his hands hard in the air to try and relieve the pain. Grits his teeth. He hurts all over, his head is pounding.

He finds the picture on the ground, soggy, blackened and charred around the edges. But he can still see his parents’ faces. He can still see them. He slips it back into his backpack and walks away.

Thunder claps again as he is walking back to the car. The sky opens up, and it starts to rain.

---

Annie is on the couch when Ryan gets home, absorbed in a Netflix show. She jumps when he walks in, fumbling for the remote and pausing it. “Hey, Ry,” she says, her shoulders relaxing in relief—that he's not a burglar, he supposes. Or a ghost. “You're home sooner than I expected. Did you see the movie?”

He shrugs. His head is killing him, and he's exhausted. And the fear hasn't completely left him, is wedged under his skin. His heart is still pounding too hard. You'd think that after seeing those ghost for most of his life, he'd be immune to all this fear, but he isn't.

“Do you want to watch a movie now?” Annie asks, motioning to the couch. “Make some popcorn, some candy? You can pick.”

He shakes his head, somewhat reluctantly. “I'm going to bed. Thanks, though.”

“Sure.” She shrugs. “There's some pizza in the fridge, help yourself.”

He nods, yanks his fingers through his hair and grimacing at the burst of pain. “Night,” he says, and walks upstairs. His hands are trembling. He just wants to go to sleep.

He pins the picture back up on the wall, first. Annie will ask what happened, but he doesn't care. Next, he hooks the camera up to his laptop and backs up the video three times—twice in the cloud, and once on the laptop itself. He fast-forwards through it; he doesn't want to watch it, but he wants to make sure it's all there. He types out an email to Agent Mulder and attaches the video. This is proof, the email says, and he'd wanted it to be proof that Jared didn't murder his parents on purpose, but this works, too. It is still proof—proof that the Specter is anything but angelic. It's something. He thinks this is plenty of stuff to convince the guy, he seems pretty open to this stuff.

He presses send, shuts his laptop and curls up in bed. Checks his phone and is responding to a text when it buzzes to life with an email alert. The email didn't send. It doesn't say why.

Reopening his laptop, Ryan tries again. And again. Each time, he gets an alert, and each time, it doesn't explain why. Usually, it'll say that the address is invalid, or the file is too big, but these say nothing. The file won't send, no matter what he does.

Ryan slams his laptop shut and puts it away, flopping on his stomach and burying his face in the pillow. He doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know what to do. That was his chance, to convince the FBI agents that Jared didn't murder his parents, or that the ghost was malevolent, or any of the above, but he's pretty sure he's lost it, if the email won't go through. He digs his fingernails into the mattress until the skin underneath stings. He stuffs the corner of the pillow in his mouth and screams in frustration. He keeps the light on even though he can't sleep with the light on, because he's too afraid to turn it off.

---

On Monday, Mulder and Scully drive up to Pennsylvania to meet with Jared Caruthers. They call ahead to the prison, who seem surprised—because Jared's about to go on parole, Scully supposes. (Mulder told her a couple of weeks ago.) But the visit is approved, and Monday afternoon, they find themselves in a visiting room with Jared Caruthers.

He stands as they come in the room, reaches across the table to shake their hands politely. “Agent Mulder, right?” he says. “You're not, ah… you're not here to mess up my parole, are you?” He chuckles, but Scully can tell he's a bit nervous.

“Not at all,” she says. “I'm Agent Scully, Agent Mulder's partner. We'd just like to ask you some questions.”

Jared sits back down as they do. Scully has seen mugshots of him from back in 2002, and the man changed a lot: he is older, less disheveled. He's grown a beard. There's a certain amount of weariness in his eyes. He says, “So in your email, you mentioned knowing my nephew, Ryan.”

“Yes, we've run into Ryan a few times in investigations of Willoughby,” says Mulder.

“He's mentioned you a few times in his letters. I remembered the unit from when, uh, when my friend died in 2002. I think I talked to some people from it. But I don't think that was you two.”

“No, you would've spoken with our colleagues,” Scully offers. “Agents Doggett and Reyes.”

Jared nods. “Yeah, that sounds familiar.” He sighs a little, shutting his eyes briefly, rubbing at his mouth with one hand. “I’m sorry, it's just… hard time to think about. You had some questions for me? I'm assuming about what happened with my brother?”

“Yes,” says Mulder. “If you don't mind talking about it.”

He offers them a grim smile. “It's not like I haven't been asked to talk about it a million times before.” He folds his hands on the table, regards them politely. “What do you want to know?”

Scully clears her throat, shifting in her seat. “Could you talk about that night?” she asks. “What you remember?”

“Not very much, I'm afraid.” His voice is as grim as his smile.

“Anything you can tell us is helpful,” Mulder offers.

Jared sighs, shutting his eyes again. “I'll… I'll tell the story if you want me to,” he says. “It's a difficult story, but I'll tell it. Everything that happened that year… with Holly… and then Ian and Marion… it's hard to think about.”

“I understand,” Mulder says. “Take your time.”

Jared sighs again, presses his hands briefly into his eyes. “Okay,” he mutters. “Okay. Um, after Holly died, things sort of went downhill. Nobody would believe me that Holly wasn't responsible for her death, that the ghost would involved. Maybe her boyfriend believed me, a little, but he was in pain and he didn't want to hear it. Those agents came in and investigated, and they didn't really find anything, and I didn't know what else to do. I got fired from my job. I got recommended to several therapists, and hell, I probably should've gone. But I don't think it would've changed the outcome of that month. It just might've changed my involvement with it.”

“What do you mean?” Scully asks.

“Marion called me. She had taken a year off of work to stay home with the baby—she taught middle school English—and I knew she'd been bored lately. And she knew what a hard time I'd be having. We'd always been… friends. Pretty close friends. So she would ask me to keep her company after Holly died, let me play with Ryan or whatever, so I wouldn't be thinking about Holly. So I figured she was calling because of that.” He grits his teeth, staring down at his hands. “But she wasn't. It wasn't that. She was calling because she'd seen the ghost. Seen it three times, in fact. And she was scared. I-I don't think it was just because of Holly, I don't know if she believed me about Holly before she saw the ghost. But other people had been seeing the ghost, and other people had been experiencing bad shit because of it. And I think she started believing me then. She was scared for Ryan, that something bad was gonna happen to him. And she wanted my help.”

He's quiet, fidgeting with his hands. Mulder prods gently, “Wanted your help with what?”

“With the ghost,” says Jared. “She… she wanted to get rid of it. I don't know if it was more because of fear or boredom… but she wanted to get rid of it. We joked about it, before Holly died… we'd meet Marion and Ryan sometimes for coffee, and Holly would play with the baby, and we'd talk about Holly seeing the ghost, and the research her boyfriend was doing, and Mar would joke about exorcising it or something. But she was serious this time. She asked me if I was interested in helping her, and I said yes, absolutely. After what that thing did to Holly, I wasn't willing to risk it happening to anyone else. Especially not my family.” He winces, as if realizing what he's said, and drops his head into his hands. “So that was when it started,” he mumbles.

They sit in silence for a moment before Mulder speaks. “So… you and Marion were going to exorcise the ghost?” he asks. “What about your brother?”

“Ian… Ian was hesitant, but he agreed to help us after Marion asked him a few times. I'm not sure if he was being indulgent of our fears, or if he was actually concerned, but he helped when he could. We… we researched exorcisms, Marion went and got ordained online… It all seems so fucking juvenile now, but we were so young. Mar and Ian… they were so young.” Jared shakes his head, his face still hidden. “The, um… the night it happened… we were going to try and do it. The exorcism.”

That explains the state of the crime scene, Scully notes. The occultish and religious paraphernalia.

Jared presses his hands harder against his eyes briefly before pulling away. His eyes are damp. “Um, Mar and I set up. That day, we… we hung out with the baby, and we set up. Ian was weird about the whole thing, but he came. After work, he came home and agreed to do it. We… we had a plan. We were gonna summon the ghost with… with a fucking Ouija board, and then we were going to try to exorcise it. Get rid of it. To protect my nephew. God, it all sounds so fucking stupid now. I don't know what I was thinking. But I… I didn't know what else to do.” He wipes his eyes, sniffling. “I thought I was doing the right thing.”

Scully looks at the ground, uncomfortable. It's hard not to think about her sister, listening to Jared tell this story. She tries to remind herself that this is a murderer, that what happened to Melissa is very, very different than this, but it's hard to remember that when she's experienced every emotion she sees on his face. The guilt, the regret, the wondering what you could've done differently. She knots her fingers in her lap, presses her palms together.

“We, uh, we tried the Ouija board and nothing happened. Ian and Marion thought it didn't work. Ian wanted to quit, Marion wanted to try again… they were bickering about that. Ian went to check on the baby. Marion decided to make some food, I think… she was gonna make a salad. She was chopping tomatoes. She said we should eat something, and maybe try again. I decided to take a smoke break. I went outside to take a smoke break, out in the hall. That's… that's the last thing I remember.” His voice breaks. “T-the next thing I know, I'm waking up in the hall. Ian and Marion are on the floor, and they… they're just covered with blood… I had the knife that Marion used to chop tomatoes, and it was in my hand, and I remember thinking that the blade was red from the tomatoes, but it wasn't…” He makes a soft choking sound. Scully lets her eyes slip shut.

“Take your time,” Mulder says gently. Scully feels his hand cover hers on her knee, gently, and she wonders if he is thinking of Samantha. She tightens her jaw and opens her eyes, but she doesn't pull her hand away.

Jared takes a few deep breaths, rubbing at his face. “I guess you know the rest of the story,” he says dryly. “I… I called 9-1-1. I went to check on the baby, and by that time, I'd figured out what had happened. What… what I'd done. So I ran. I-I don't think I really thought about it, I just… I just did it. I didn't want to leave Ryan alone, but I didn't know what else to do. I just ran.”

Scully takes a few steady breaths, tapping her foot softly against the floor. Mulder says, “So… you don't remember the murders? If you don't mind me asking.”

Jared shrugs. “No, I don't. I don't remember a bit of it, and I think I'm happier that way. Living with the whole thing is bad enough.”

“I understand,” Scully says kindly—more kindly than she expected.

Mulder fidgets next to her, a sign that he wants to ask more questions but also doesn't want to push too hard. He says, “I don't know if Ryan has mentioned—”

“He has.” Jared smiles grimly at them. Cynical. “I appreciate my nephew's support,” he says. “Even if it's not necessary. After everything… not seeing him for thirteen years, or know if he was okay… I was so surprised that he didn't hate me. I know that my sister hates me.” He grimaces, rubbing at his jaw. “His ideas… I don't want to dismiss them. For a long time, I thought I was possessed that night. With what happened to Holly… I thought it was the only thing that made sense. I didn't want my brother and sister-in-law to die. But I didn't want to make excuses.” His teeth grit. “I am responsible, even if I didn't want to be. I pulled them into the problem with the ghost, after Holly… and I did the killing. Even if I don't remember it. Making excuses seemed cheap. It didn't seem fair, not to my family or to Marion's. I deserved not to have a chance to start over because of what happened. I deserved to have my life ended, too, in a sense.” He stares off into a corner, his eyes nearly glassy, like he's going to cry again. “Ryan… he's a good kid, and I love him, and I hate myself for what I did to him. I don't deserve his loyalty.”

There's an unexpected lump in Scully's throat; she didn't expect to be moved by the testimony of a murderer, especially a murderer she doesn't particularly believe. She nods and looks back down at the table, clearing her throat.

“I appreciate you talking to us like this, Mr. Caruthers,” Mulder says after a few beats of silence. He sounds like there's some emotion in his voice, too. If there's any language they both understand, it's guilt. “I just have one more question, if you don't mind.”

“Sure.”

“When you were arrested… you were found in the cemetery near your brother's home,” he says. “What were you trying to do?”

Jared laughs, and it has a touch of humor in it. Just a bit. “What do you think, Agent Mulder?” he asks. “I was trying to finish what we started the night before.”

---

“There's no way to prove he was possessed, you know,” Scully says as they pull away from the prison.

Mulder throws her a wayward grin from the driver's seat. “I knew you were going to stay something like that.”

“Well, there isn't,” she says matter-of-factly. “Whether or not I believe that theory, there isn't. It could just as easily be a lie to gain sympathy from his nephew.”

“He seemed to have plenty of guilt and grief about the whole thing,” Mulder says, having his thumb over his shoulder at the prison like a hitchhiker.

“That means he's guilty and he's grieving. That doesn't mean he's possessed.”

“So, what would be your alternative theory, then, Scully?” He's mostly teasing, but there's just enough seriousness in his voice to let her know he wants to know her theory. “Why is all of this happening in Willoughby?”

Scully considers it for a second, tapping her foot against the floor. “Do you remember when we first got called to Willoughby and I suggested that the town might be affected by some kind of a mania?” she asks. “A psychological response, possibly to the legend itself, or to the attention gained from claiming sightings?”

“Yes.”

“Well, what if that's part of it?” she offers. “And the things people see… the real things, not the stories that people make up… are the result of some sort of hallucinatory substance affecting the town?”

“The way ergot caused the Salem Witch Trials, you mean?” Mulder says slyly.

“I meant more along the lines of that mushroom field in North Carolina,” she replies dryly.

“Is the town of Willoughby being digested?” he says in that stupid not-spooky spooky voice that she secretly loves.

She nudges him in the side. “You know what I mean,” she says, and he makes a face at her. She laughs, quietly, because she really has missed this. They've been working together for two years now, and she doesn't think she'll ever stop missing this. “I don't know, Mulder,” she adds. “Hallucinations seem like the only way to rationalize everything that's happened.” That we've seen.

“Not everything,” he says softly. “Not quite.”

He's still smiling at her, sneaking glances out of the corner of his eye. She loves him. “No,” she says, reaching out and putting her hand over his knee. She squeezes his kneecap. “No, not quite.”

---

Ryan makes a trip to the grocery store after school and races home to beat his aunt. It's not a bad trip if he rides his bike; not far from school, not far from home. Sometimes he can appreciate this tiny-ass town.

He got the package from Amazon yesterday, it's sitting upstairs on his desk. The white sage, and the cheapest gemstones he could find. He puts those on his desk and dresser, lights some sage with his lighter. Then he rips open the bags from the grocery store. More crosses, the type he's seen in tacky decorating. Maybe they work better than the cheap plastic ones from Vacation Bible School, he doesn't know. He nails those on the wall. Annie will probably notice, but maybe not, she doesn't come in his room a lot. He hopes not. He doesn't want to have to explain this until it's all over.

The last thing left is the salt. He opens the bag and pours it in a line in front of the door, just like in the movies. Pours it in a circle around his bed. Along the windowsills and the door to his closet. Stores it in the closet for safekeeping.

The woman in the store had given him the strangest look when he unloaded his cart onto the conveyor belt. Probably only increasing his shitty reputation, but it doesn't matter. None of that matters, none of the banal, unimportant stuff. All that matters is ending this. He wants to finish what his parents started.

Ryan checks his salt lines, checks his sage. The sage smell is not great, but he wrinkles his nose and ignores it. He wants to make sure everything is right. He wants to make sure that it can't get in here.

It's the only way to keep himself safe.

#ghouli comes next!!#xf rewatch #xf fanfic #i wrote this

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