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moonriseoverkyoto · 5 months

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Whistle while you work

Synopsis - sometimes all a little lass needs is to just holler the lyrics of an angry female-empowering country music, but a certain beloved Scot just can’t help but be worried he screwed up

cw: swearing, medical and military workplace inaccuracies, playful language, suggestive content, heavy flirting, slight miscommunication trope(this hurts me more than this hurts you believe me), nicknames, use of Scottish and southern(Georgia/texas) accent that some readers may find corny or displeasurable

Pairing: Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x southern!medic!reader

Author’s note: I know I said I was busy but I heard “Before He Cheats” by Carrie Underwood come on the radio and it’s been an ear worm that sticking to my brain like flies on a horse. But once again I’m here to remind you that I’m taking southern notes from Georgia and Texas because I was raised in one and I visit family quite often in the other. I am completely open to constructive criticism but if you have nothing nice to say then you just scroll past it costs you absolutely nothing to mind your business. Italicized is singing btw.

©️moonriseoverkyoto 2023. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works without my permission. do not steal any elements of my theme without permission.

Soap had begun to have a routine with you. He could often come visit you after shift hours or you would come along on missions and be his first pit stop at base. It was a beautiful little arrangement that the F1F begun to adore. You were the warm fire to warm their cold hearts or the blazing hearth to whip them into shape if they got rowdy. So it was a little jarring to him when he strolled into your clinic and heard an angry drawl.

“Right now, he's probably slow dancin' with a bleach-blonde tramp. And she’s probably gettin’ frisky.”

Your voice had him weak at the knees but there was something off in your pitch. A grit, an anger, a frustration. He suddenly began retracing his steps, trying to find a failure placed upon his behalf.

“Right now, he's probably buyin' her some fruity little drink 'Cause she can't shoot whiskey.”

“Bonnie?” the man called out to you, his reaction was controlled but his heart thumped against his chest trying to break out. When you didn’t respond he decided to stay by the doors out of your vision to figure out what was the issue, studying you.

“Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool stick. Showin' her how to shoot a combo. And he don't know”

Your hips began to sway against the rising tune and even in your scrubs, there was a clear muscle memory when it came to the rhythm of the song. Soap quickly exited and left to go to the common room to find the rest of the F1F playing poker

“There’s loverboy, we were wondering how long it would take for you and-“

“Firstly, she’s my friend Capt’n you know that. Secondly, Somethin’s a mattah with Bonnie.” Soap cut Price off quickly not caring for niceties.

“why because she’s running a little late?” Gaz spoke while checking his turn. It was comical how they knew you by your nicknames from Soap rather than your god given name.

“Aye ‘nd she’s singin’ this song of ‘ers and it’s got me all worried. I mean I know that I’ve been a wee bit busy lately but I’ve made sure to make me rounds and when I came to her place she was swinging hips and I ken to know when somethin’s a mattah with me Bonnie-“ Simon’s head turned to his friend with interest as Gaz cut the rambling man short.

“Calm down mate. We cannot understand you when you go back to the ancestral plane with that tongue of yours” Gaz spoke. Price waved him off to let the Scott breathe.

“She’s up tae high doh.” Soap rushed out, his brows knit together trying to piece together what could’ve happened.

“In English, lad” Price spoke up. However somebody came to his rescue.

“The phrase is meant to be used to describe when somebody is pent up, flustered. It’s a Scottish saying.” Ghost answered with a deep baritone. Everyone was surprised but secretly noted the phrase for whenever they had to go solo with the Mohawk man.

“So go talk to her” Price responded to Soap with a look that said he was ordering, then he offered a small gift of liquid courage

Soap refused the drink and made his way back over to the infirmary. His brain scrambling to find an answer.

“I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive. Carved my name into his leather seats”

Your belted notes rung through the doors and hit his ears. He vowed he would find out the issue and fix it just so he wouldn’t have to hear the pain in your voice. He came around the corner as you stood in front of a table, organizing your different surgery and procedural tools. He spotted the AirPod beneath your trucker hat (since wearing a traditional cowboy hat was too distracting in the work place even during the quiet shifts. )

“I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights. Slashed a hole in all four tires-“

Soap swallowed all his worry as he grabbed an AirPod out and spoke but you beat him to the punch.

“Who in all of god givens creation just ordered a free fuckin’- Oh sweetheart Johnny it’s you.” Your fire calmed just as quick as it kindled.

“hey lassie I was getting worried about you” Soap said. His heart and maybe something else throbbed at your honey tone. One day he’d finally act upon those feelings but today he needed to worry about something else. “What’s got you all worked up?”

“Are you saying I’m throwin’ a hissy fit?”

“Noo jist haud on there Lassie. I jist was-“

“Heavens to Betsy! You do think I’m havin’ a hissy fit, why you oughta know that I was the best little-“

As you two went on back and forth, the distance between your bodies got smaller and smaller. Two wide eyed grins plastered across your face. He cut you off with a smirk

“Oh I’m sure you were the.. how do you say it again? Oh right” Johnny leaned in closer and his voice dropped, “the best little girl this side of the Mississippi. Ain’t that right, hen?”

“I know damn well you did not just call me a hen from a damn barn house-“ you went to speak again but got cut off as your throat hitched, soap’s mouth just by your ear and his tone got unrealistically deeper and more dominant. A careful hand grazing your hip.

“Shut yer pus for a moment, hen. Tell me what’s a matter. What’s got you so up tae high doh.” The male spoke.

You were silent for once. All the cogs in your brain just stopped. Everything was quiet, if you had perfect hearing you could hear Johnny’s poor heart banging to get out of his chest in anxiety from him boldly caressing your waist.

“Aww come on lassie, need me to buy a wrench for that brain of yours”

“I misplaced my sewing needle. Well I did or one of the stupid nurses did but I can’t find it and I won’t find it till the cows come home” you huffed.

“The one from your nana?”

“Does a bear shit in the woods?”

“No need for the ‘tude. May I look?”

“Sure. It’s no bigger than a minnow in a fishing pond” you said softly as he gently moved you aside to look at the table below. His trained eye spotting a glint on the ground. He reached over to pick it up and show it to you.

“Bless your heart! Good god Johnny, oh my sweet I could kiss you!” You cried out with the biggest grin. You leaned forward and kissed him softly on his cheek. His stubble gently scratching your soft, plump lips. His cheeks barely flushed as his smirk transformed into a smile and a small chuckle left his throat. He took a moment to memorize the feeling of your lips for later.

If that’s all it took to make his little Bonnie proud. He’d search every haystack for your needle in a heartbeat. You were his everything, he’d wait until the right moment to tell you. Especially when he was pretty sure the rest of the team was right around the corner listening to them. He’ll confront them later, for now he wants to stay in this moment with you. Watching his sweet hen, praising him. Grinning as she danced around with the needle he found, and even maybe hid.

MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Slang translations

Noo jist haud on - Now just hold on there

Heavens to Betsy - southern expression of surprise

Hen- a woman (Scottish term of endearment)

Bonnie - a beautiful woman, Scottish term of endearment typically paired with Bonnie lass

Lass/Lassie- beautiful woman, term of endearment

Shut yer pus - Scottish way of saying hush up, not literally referring to genitalia

Does a bear shit in the woods - kinda like a sarcastic response of “duh.” Whenever you’re asked a question. Hard concept to explain but I hope it’s not just me who got this from their southern mama

no bigger than a minnow in a fishing pond - comparison of size

Author’s note: AAAAAAAA I DID IT. I wrote my first fic. Oh my god. I’m so tired but I hope everyone loves this as much as I did. Please go listen to the song as well. It’s “Before He Cheats” by Carrie Underwood

General Taglist (comment to be added) : @glossythor @banana-beans-police

also thank you for the support for the series: @fruitsa1ad

Banner credit: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

#soap call of duty #call of duty requests #call of duty #soap mctavish #john soap mctavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #cod x southern!reader #x southern!medic!reader #john price #simon riley #gaz call of duty #country!medic!reader #john mactavish

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itsmarsss · 4 days

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motivation [Miguel Diaz x GN! Reader] (Cobra Kai)

(~from the vault~)

Request: "ok... you wanted a miguel oneshot? here you go... y\n is johnnys daughter, and she & Miguel get caught making out in her room 😹 PLS WRJTE THIS I LOVE IT"

Warnings: making out, teenage cringe (this made more sense when i was writing this at 16 lmao)

Word count: 1,440

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“This is so boooring,” you exaggeratedly complained, your head falling back onto your bed frame in frustration.

"It's 20% of the grade,” Miguel reminded you.

"I knowww.”

"Come on, you can do it,” he affirmed, smiling as he rolled his eyes at your obvious drama. He went right back to quizzing you. “What does codominance mean?”

“Both… alleles are dominant?”

"Both alleles are recessive.”

“Then why’s it called codominance?” You ask, annoyed.

“Hey I’m not the inventor of genetics,” he laughed, putting his hands up in surrender.

“We’ve been at this for hours, my brain is totally fried at this point.”

“No it’s not. You know all this!”

"Well obviously I don’t."

Miguel nodded in disagreement. "You just need to find some motivation."

"Like what?"

"Like…" He looked up, trying to think of something, and you admittedly hoped maybe he’d suggest a break because holy shit you were not having fun right now, but his eyes lit up with an idea, his smile quickly turning into a mischievous grin, making you fairly confident whatever he’d just come up with was something way more complicated than a break.

"No,” you immediately deadpanned.

"What? I didn’t even say anything!"

“But you thought something. I'm not answering biology questions while I mix cement or some shit. Stop hanging out with my dad."

He let out a laugh at the memory you brought up. "Chill, I'm not gonna make you mix cement!”

"Then can’t we just take a break? Pleeeeease?”

“We can take a break when you can answer the questions! You can’t fail biology, it’s one of the only classes we have together!”

“That is so, so sweet babe, but I really don’t think anything will motivate me more than a break right now.”

"Come on, we’ve been studying this for hours, you know this! No two people have the same DNA, but there’s one exception. That is...?”

"Ugh, Fine. Shit. Uh, brothers?”

"Yeah!"

“Really?” You were genuinely surprised with yourself for getting that one right.

“I told you you knew this!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I still don’t get the motivation part though,. I’m still very much bor-” he shut you right up by leaning over the various textbooks that laid on the bed between the two of you, pressing his lips to yours in a quick kiss.

He chuckled at your lack of reaction at the sudden action.

“What was that?”

“Your motivation.”

“Okay. Yeah. Cool.” It was not cool. In fact, maybe you felt like your brain was on the verge of short-circuiting, but what else could you say?

“Alright. Cloning results in two individuals that are…?”

“Uh… genetically identical?”

“No.”

“Shit. Well that was fun while it lasted. Alright loverboy, why don’t we just ditch the questions and make out?”

No luck. “Not yet. Cloning results in two individuals that are…?”

You let out an exaggerated groan at your failed attempt at ditching the quizzing, just to annoy him. “Genetically… genetically similar.”

“Yeah!” He celebrated before leaning in again, smiling into your lips as he kissed you for a little longer this time.

“I really don’t see how exactly this is supposed to help me focus.”

“Correlation.”

“What?”

“What does cloning result in?”

“You just asked me this.”

“What does it result in?”

“Two individuals who are genetically similar.”

“See? You remembered. When you’re taking the test your brain will correlate the answer to the questions with a memory. I’m just making it a nice memory,” he shrugged, as if what he’d just said was the most obvious statement to ever be said.

“You are so weird,” you smiled, staring at him for a second. God he was cute. You leaned in to kiss him again, but he didn’t let you, leaning away from you to ask you another question.

“What does a Punnet square show?”

“Are you kidding me? I can’t kiss my own boyfriend now?”

“Not until you answer the question,” he grinned, proud of himself.

The questions went on and Miguel kept going with his so-called motivation. By the time you found yourself under him, Miguel seemed to be contempt with your amount of right answers, throwing the books out of the way to finally comply.

Yeah he was definitely pulling that correlation thing out of his ass but damn did this making out make you motivated. “This is like the best study session ever,” he stated as he pulled away to take a breath, smiling like an idiot.

“You are so fucking cheesy, dude,” you retorted, just to tease him.

He smiled that one smile of his, shaking his head before resuming to kissing you, careful not to put too much of his weight on you, which you thought was the cutest thing he could do in a moment like this. You didn’t particularly care about that, though, only pulling him closer to you by grabbing the collar of his shir-

“Jesus kid can you please close your door? I don’t wanna come home to a porno.”

Miguel immediately scrambled to get up from atop of you, pulling himself out of the bed entirely, which, in retrospect, was a tiny little bit really funny.

“Oh my God. Dad! Get out, what the fuck?”

“Just keep the freakin’ door closed, Geez. And please don’t do anything while I’m here, that’s fucking weird.”

“Obviously I didn’t know you were coming back this soon!”

“You would know if you weren’t too busy swapping spit with with Diaz over here,” he motioned over to Miguel with his head, making you take a glance at him, who looked like he was trying really hard to develop the ability to become invisible, scratching the back of his neck and looking at the ceiling as if he hadn’t just been mentioned. “I sent you a message on that… text thing.”

“You sent me a text?”

“Yeah, whatever you call it. I’m not a nerd.”

“Well sorry. Miguel’s going home anyway so.”

“I am?”

“Yes, you are.” There was no way he would be able to stay for much longer without hyperventilating.

“Yeah! Right! I am. Just just about to head out. Yup.”

“Okay. Whatever. Next time I’ll yell that I’m home so I don’t have to see… that,” he motioned between you vaguely.

“There wasn’t even anything happening you baby! And I said I’m sorry!”

“What fucking ever!”

“Okay,” was all you managed to reply before he left, closing the bedroom door behind him. You were too embarrassed to say anything else.

“Okay. Uh,” Miguel started, but he didn’t know what to say either, mortified by the idea of his sensei catching him making out with you.

“I don’t think he’s gonna be able to look us in the eye after this.”

“Good thing I only see him every single fucking day.”

“Oh my God,” you buried your face in your hands in embarrassment, trying to regain your composure.

“At- at least he’s okay with it! I thought he was gonna kill me for a moment there.”

“He likes you too much. He just gets really weird about this sort of thing.”

There was a knock on the door. “Are you decent?”

“We were never not decent!” You defended yourself. Johnny opened the door slowly, carefully scanning the room as to not see anything unsolicited. “Kid’s gotta go.”

“You’re aware I’m not a child, aren’t you?”

“Well duh. But I know the advice I gave him about this stuff before you two started… whatever this is, and I need to take everything back.”

“What?”

“Dad.”

“What? A Sensei can’t have a nice guy talk with his student?”

“Uh-” Miguel murmured, glancing at you nervously.

“I’ll be waiting by the door,” he shot Miguel a condescending smile before leaving.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“You think there will be a tomorrow for me?” He joked.

“I don’t know. What ‘advice’ is he talking about?”

“Uh…” He scratched the back of his neck again, like he always did whenever he was uncomfortable.

“Oh my fucking god. You did not get sex advice from my fucking dad,” you stated, in denial.

“It was before we even had anything!”

“Well I fucking hope so! It’s still fucking weird.”

“I know, I try not to think about it.” He paused. “You think he’s gonna kill me?”

“He’ll go easy on you.”

“I’m not sure.”

“He will!”

“Promise?”

You kissed him goodbye instead of answering. “Good luck!”

And wouldn’t you know it? Your tests came back with a big red A- in the front page. You could definitely see yourself catching an interest for genetics. Maybe you did just need some motivation.

As long as you keep the door closed.

[. . .]

A/N: think im writing for miguel again. like actual new stuff that makes sense to me at my now old age of 20 (lol) so if ya want request away

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chatbotsupportofficial · 4 years

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Happy Friday, Kids! Arri here. How are we all today? I’ve noticed some of you are really struggling lately. My DMs are always open and so are my asks. Your conversations with me will be completely confidential.

Today’s support post will be a little different. You’ll see why in a moment.

List of SUICIDE PREVENTION HOTLINES from all over the world. Help is available.

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MAKE A FIRST AID KIT AND ALWAYS HAVE IT ON HAND.

Things to include in a First Aid Kit.

Sterile dry dressings. (Gauze)

Scissors.

Bandages.

Medical tape.

Wound closure strips. (also known as Steri-strips, sticky tape that holds the wound closed)

Sterile absorbent pads.

Alcohol swabs and disinfectant.

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HOW TO TREAT CUTS.

Take a clean, sterile pad and hold it against the wound. Press down to try and stop the bleeding.

If the bleeding still hasn’t stopped after applying pressure for 10 minutes, go to the closest urgent care center.

If the cut is not deep, cover with sterile dressing and seal the edges to prevent infection. You will need to change this dressing daily. Use this as a chance to monitor for any signs of infection.

If the cut is deep or you think there could be damage to tendons (connective tissue that connects the muscle to the bone) or ligaments (connective tissue that connects bone to bone) go to the closest urgent care center.

❗️ IF THERE IS BLOOD SPURTING FROM THE WOUND, YOU MAY HAVE HIT AN ARTERY. CALL 911/999/ETC.❗️

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HOW TO TREAT BURNS.

Place the burn under cool tap water for 20 minutes to prevent it from burning any further.

If there are blisters, do not burst them. Seek help from your general practitioner (GP) or visit the closest urgent care center so that they can assess how bad the damage is and what type of dressing you might need. Monitor for any signs of infection and go back to your GP or the emergency room if it is showing signs of infection.

If there are no blisters, use an after sun lotion to prevent the skin from drying out. Monitor for any signs of infection and go to your GP or your closest urgent care center if it is showing signs of infection.

Do not burst any blister you might have, as this can cause an infection. If blisters do burst at any time, rinse with warm water to reduce bacteria.

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HOW TO KNOW IF A WOUND IS INFECTED.

Pus in the wound.

An increase in fluid leaking from the wound.

A smell coming from the wound.

Redness spreading around the area. (cellulitis)

The wound has not healed after 4 weeks.

The wound starts to bleed again.

Pain, heat, swelling, or tenderness in the area.

‼️ IF YOU SHOW ANY OF THE ABOVE SYMPTOMS, YOU MAY HAVE AN INFECTION. YOU WILL NEED TO VISIT YOUR GP AS ANTIBIOTICS OR A DIFFERENT DRESSING MAY BE NEEDED. ‼️

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HOW TO CHANGE DRESSINGS (GAUZE).

Do this every day until wound is healed.

Wash your hands with warm water and soap and dry thoroughly.

Carefully remove the old dressing and throw it away. If the dressing is sticking to the wound, avoid pulling or ripping it off as this could re-open the wound. Instead soak it in warm water until it comes off.

Clean the wound with warm tap water.

Carefully dry around the wound with a clean towel, but do not touch or rub the towel against the wound, as this could allow fibres to get in.

Look for any signs of infection now that your wound is clean and dry.

Place a new, sterile dressing on the wound and seal the edges.

Finish by properly washing and drying your hands again.

‼️ IF YOUR WOUND IS LEAKING A LOT, YOU WILL NEED TO CHANGE THE DRESSING MORE THAN ONCE. VISIT YOUR DOCTOR IF THIS IS HAPPENING. ‼️

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Remember that I am so, so proud of you all. Y’all are so strong and amazing.

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Signed,

~Auntie Arri

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Credit to https://spunout.ie that’s where I got these tips

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luvnaeun · 4 years

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🥀: just lemme- ok so, all of you reading this, cb or not, its okay to make mistakes. its okay to not be okay. its okay to take breaks. its okay to care about yourself. i want all of you to know that you're important to this world and everyone whos done shit to you is a horrible person. because of recent events and the fact that we need more love in this community, im gonna try and make a wholesome, you got this post everyday or a few days a week. ill be attaching links to calm youtube videos, breathing exercises, apps and websites to use if in a crisis, stuff like that. ik theres a lot of these already, but like i already said, we need more love in this community. we need to be a family again. i remember the old days when we all got along and there was no unnecessary drama. it was peaceful and i hope we can return to that. we dont need all these fights between friends and couples. you dont need to ruin someones relationships with others. you definitely dont need to go and do mean/cruel things to others. just be kind. you say you want good things to happen to you yet you do bad things to others. when you put good into the world you get good back. since im just rambling now im gonna stop fjjsjdjdjcjdjd. p.s remember that hiatuses are totally fine and you shouldnt feel guilty for looking after yourself. p.p.s my dms are always open. ily all<3

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theempressar · 5 years

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Drabble Prompt Challenge Part 3 for @curiousdamage

Part 1 found here: https://theempressar.tumblr.com/post/185962276349/pick-one-for-johnnyshannon-tinder-date-41446

Part 2 found here: https://theempressar.tumblr.com/post/186105956039/drabble-prompt-challenge-part-2-for-curiousdamage

Stumbling out of the bar...hands everywhere. Lips on tongues...sucking slow...sliding down jawlines and desperately trying to rid clothes from the other's body. Shannon had his shirt untucked from his jeans and was clawing at his back. He hissed. She smiled around his lips. "Sorry, Tiger."

"Don't worry I'm gonna get my payback..." He hoisted her up so that her legs were straddled around his hips. He couldn't formulate too many thoughts or words as he was drunk on alcohol and her intoxicating smell. He breathed her deep.

"Babe...it's been too long since last time..."

"When was that actually?" She laughed and threw her head back giving him a good look at her cleavage which he immediately delved into. She gasped.

Earlier...

They were back in their seats after the dance. Holding hands and looking into each other's eyes.

"So...that was interesting..."

"Yeah...go figure."

"Didn't think you could still move like that."

"I'm not that old."

She didn't respond.

"Really! I'm not that old!"

"Ok..Ok Johnny! You don't have to convince me."

Johnny was already staring morosely at his refreshed drink. Shannon sighed.

"It's always about that isn't it?"

“It's why you left me..."

"Uh...I left you because you were a deadbeat loser...but that's beside the point."

"Keep insulting me, Shannon...it really brings out the 'bitch' in your eyes."

"Here we go..." Her face took on it's usual spoiling for a fight and Johnny could swear he saw her claws extend.

"Look...I'm not gonna start this up tonight...but it's clear that we can't even get through an evening without rehashing the past. "

"You started it!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!!"

"It doesn't matter...I can see where this is going...It's been real." Johnny got up and tossed some bills on the table.

Shannon sat there...staring at the bills. This was not how she intended this evening to go at all. It was the first time she'd been out in weeks. She had promised Robby that she would start staying home more...but it wasn't working...Robby was seeing how miserable she was every day..and he knew that she needed to get out and be free for a while. It was just who she was. He wanted to see his mom happy more than trapped and depressed. He told her that she could go out that night and have a good time. She was visibly ecstatic. 'OH THANKS BABY!! Are you sure you're going to be ok with this?! ' 'Sure...mom. I'm needing a break from you anyway.' He said giving his little dimpled smirk. She kissed him repeatedly with her red lipstick covering him in kiss marks.

She was intrigued by the mystery man on the dating app and thought...why not...a night of 'getting wild' was just what the doctor ordered.

It turned out to be...Johnny Lawrence and she could have sworn that Robby did this to her on purpose some way. He seemed way to eager to get her to go on this one. Even still she thought she could make the best out of the situation.

She had decided to forget who he was and just enjoy herself. But the past had a real way of rearing its ugliness and making her remember just how much they should never mix the fire and gasoline...which was their relationship.

"FINE! Just GO! You fucked up my night like you FUCKED up everything else...Johnny!" She couldn't keep the sob from tinging the end of her words.

She hadn't intended to show weakness or start crying...but she was frustrated...didn't have a ride home and didn't have any chance of getting her boots knocked.

Johnny turned around at the sound of the wounded edge to her voice. He hated seeing her vulnerable. She was always supposed to be the tough bad bitch that gave as good as she got. When she cried or even remotely had an emotion leaning that way it broke him. It always did...she had that power over him.

"Shan..."

"Don't Johnny...just go."

"No...I'm not gonna do that..." He said coming closer to her. She looked up at him with tears swimming. He already felt like an ass for being a dick for leaving her sitting there. That wasn't very gentleman like. He looked down at her and his breath caught. It could have been the alcohol...but he saw her just as she was the day he met her. In a similar place...and how they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. He brushed a tear away and let his thumb linger on her cheek. She instinctively leaned into it.

“Do you have a ride home?”

"Don't tell me you STILL have this old thing" Shannon said between kisses as Johnny shuffled with her to the door. He set her down and began fumbling with the belt on her jeans. She put her leg around him pushing herself closer to the stiffness growing in his own jeans.

"You better not be talking about what you got your hand on now, Babe..."

Johnny growled at her as she boldly put her hand down his pants right on his hardness, through his boxers and stroked it a few times. "Shit..."

They each vied for position, fumbling with their clothes and the door handle. Shannon clawed Johnny's back with her long lacquered nails and he winced at the sensation, not feeling a woman's nails digging in, in quite a while. He bit the pulse in her neck until she gasped and buried her hands back deep in his hair.

"We're not going to fuck in the parking lot." Johnny panted kissing a trail to the valley of her breasts.

"I've done worse." She moaned as his mouth found her nipple in her bra-less blouse. He tugged and hummed around it.

"I don't wanna know what dumpster fire you recently crawled out of."

"You're a riot...keep that up and I won't give you a chance to figure it out for yourself." She purred and brought both hands down to squeeze his ass in his tight jeans.

Johnny finally wrenched the door of his Firebird open and after a few more moments of trying to maneuver Shannon into the seat, blindly and then almost gave up altogether as she hopped around his waist, her legs wrapped securely around his middle.

"Shan...we're not going to make it back to your place...We are going to your place right?"

"Yeah...*breathes* I think Robby's out with friends tonight." She said not really caring where he was at the moment. Johnny was doing that 'thing' he always did. She missed his tried and true moves on her. They still had an affect after all of these years.

"Johnnnnny...don't stop!" She moaned as his hand moved up her thigh getting closer to his intended prize.

Johnny's head was spinning. Alcohol and her body. He had no idea how they were going to get there...but he was gonna get there...and to do that he had to detach and drive.

"Get in, Princess and sit still...it won't do us any good getting wrapped around a telephone pole." ----- Later

Robby came home late...very late...way past the early hours of the morning late. He didn't think he had much to worry about. He knew his mother probably wasn't home and he probably wouldn't see her until she wobbled her way in sometime later in the afternoon. He sighed and shook his head. He just wanted to throw himself on the couch and come down off of his own self-medicated high. He didn't take so much that he'd be unconscious soon...but it was just a nice way to end the night staring into the nothingness of the ceiling tiles and thinking about random things and finding everything funny. Heck he even thought he heard voices coming from the other room if he thought about it long enough he could even begin to make out what the were saying.

“You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.”

"God...you're such a sentimental asshole!"

"Shut up and get on your knees...I'm ready to do this...again. *growls*"

"Oh...hell yeah...where have you been hiding all this energy, Tiger?"

"You're gonna find out...Shit...you are so hot ohhh yeah.....Fuck....right there...."

Robby tried not to zone in on the words...but caught a few and more the sound of the voices....and his eyes went from glassy to focused.

His mother's he recognized...and he tried to shake the sounds of her moans and sighs out of his brain...if he wasn't high he'd realized he'd be scarred for life. He did NOT want to know what his mom did in the bedroom...but the other voice. Robby cocked his head to the side. Familiar tones and patterns. Words and grunts.

"Call me Daddy!!"

"Yes...YES...Daddy!!"

Robby went shock white as a sheet. No...NO....it couldn't be. It wasn't!! He put his headphones on. He turned the music up as loud as it would go. He drowned out the noise but he could still hear it...faint...was it inside or outside of his head?

Johnny came out of the bedroom and nearly crashed into the dining table in the dark. "Fuck..." He swore softly. He didn't know his way around the small apartment well. He had one of Shannon's bed sheets wrapped and tied around him like a toga. His hair was a mess. Sticking up at all angles and matted to his face in some places.

His lopsided grin as he thought back to how he'd left her...sprawled and snoring in the middle of the mattress. He needed water. He needed something to drink.

It had a been a very long time since he'd been this muscle-relaxingly worn out. His tension was gone and he just felt good for the moment. He actually hummed a few bars of "Keep On Loving You." As he made his way to the kitchen.

A disheveled head of hair popped up over the side of the couch. Johnny had just grabbed some orange juice out of the mostly empty fridge and was making his way back to the bedroom when he stopped dead in his tracks. A pair of green eyes leveled a piercing frown at him and Johnny swallowed hard.

He nodded at Johnny.

Johnny nodded at him.

Robby slowly lowered his head back down to the couch without taking his eyes off of Johnny.

Johnny quietly went back to the bedroom and shut the door.

"So...did you find what you were looking for, Loverboy?"

"Uh...not exactly. Houston...we have a problem."

#drabble challenge #johnny #shannon #robby #well that was awkward

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rvnjun · 6 years

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Vampire!Jeno

requested: yes! genre: fluff with minro angst warnings: vampires? shitty friends? pairing: vampire!jeno x human!reader a/n: whoever requested this, thank you so freaking much, i love aus a/n pt2: so I don't know how to end these things so i'm sorry for the crappy ending. I’m really happy with this but I don't know if it's any good so feedback would be appreciated

this gif has nothing to do with the story but he looks hot somehow

There were 2 different types of vampires, those born into it and those who were bitten, the latter being the most common

Jeno, like many people, were bitten without consent

He could remember that night very clearly, he wouldn't change it for the world

It may have been a horrible night but it was the night he met you

There had been these gruesome animals attacks going around, people were showing up killed with their necks sliced and a lots of blood gone

His friends and him, being the idiots they were, decided to would be cool to try and find the thing that was hurting these people

They snuck into the woods and caused a scene

They were being obnoxious and definitely making any sane animal nearby run away in fear

Until they heard it, it was exactly like in the horror movies

From somewhere behind them a branch broke, they turned their phone lights onto it but nothing was there

That's when Jeno noticed what looked like blood, without thinking he slowly walked towards the spot, being down he tried to get a better look

He heard his friends gasp so he looked up and made eye contact with something inhuman

All of them screamed, they thing lunged at Jeno and bit him

His friends started fighting back, they were throwing punches and anything they could pick up of the ground

The thing let go of Jeno and hurriedly scurried off in pain form the youthful teenagers viscous attacks

Scared out of their mind they picked Jeno up and called 911, after telling them what they saw and what happened they were called crazy and the operator yelled at them for prank calling

Everyone was panicking, Jeno was bleeding out and they all thought they knew what they saw but no one was going to admit it, to say that one cursed word, vampire

“Jeno is going to turn into one of those monsters” “Are you saying we kill him or leave him here to die?” “No! I'm just saying, what if he attacks us, you saw what that thing was doing to other humans ” “Guys, let's just leave him here, he will either die or turn into that thing and neither of those is good for us,”

Jeno was out of it but he still heard the conversation very clearly, his friends didn't care about him or trust him

They all got in the car and drove away, leaving behind a injured,confused, and betrayed Jeno in the woods

That's how he met you

You had been trying to walk to a convenience store nearby when you heard talking

Stopping you overheard the conversation and immediately you were concerned

You had no clue what they meant by monster, all you knew was that their friends was bitten and they were choosing to leave him here instead of helping him get proper help

Once you saw the car drive away you ran out from your hiding spot and saw Jeno laying on the ground looking half dead

“Oh my gosh,” you said once you saw all the blood on hi,, Jeno didn't even have the energy to raise his head to see who it was, he just lied there and let you help him

You put pressure on the wound and pulled out your phone

“911, I'm at ************ and there is this boy laying here, he is very injured, there is a lot of blood,,,No I don't know what happened, I found him like the after his friends left him here,,,He isn't responding to my questions,,,,Oh my gosh, Mrs., I think he is dead,,,,Oh my gosh,,,oh my gosh,,,,Mrs., he isn't breathing,,,Mrs., I can't calm down there is a dead guy in my a,,,,what the fuck,,.,,,,how,,,,what?”

Your eyes widen when the kid went from not breathing and bleeding out of all the place to sitting up with no injury

He looked at you with blood red wide eyes

Slowly you hung up the phone and just stared at him

“What,” you simply said in awe

“I don't know whats happening,” he confessed with a worried tone

“Neither do I, can you tell me how you got bitten, how did it heal?” honestly, you didn't know why you were still sitting on the ground while talking to this guy

You should have stood up and prepared yourself to run, you should have been afraid, but, you couldn't

He was clearly as afraid and confused as you were, you heard what his friends said, he was now alone and his closest friends abandoned him

You sat and listened closely to his story, once he was done talking you immediately said what he did not want to

“You're a vampire!” you pointed out while leaning in closer to him

“Vampires,,, are real,, I'm now one of them?” he asked himself before looking up at the sky

“What should I do? How do I tell my parents? Am I going to have a craving for human blood?” he started throwing all these questions at you and you didn't know how to answer

“I don't know, let's go to the library and do some research,” you had offered while smiling at him

“Oh and I never introduced myself, I'm Y/N,” you stuck out your hand and waited for him to shake it

Jeno smiled and shook your hand with an adorable smile that showed his baby fangs “Jeno, nice to meet you,” he introduced

You and Jeno started on your journey to the public library, but not before stopping at the convenience store to get him some sunblock

Along the way, you talked about many things

Things about your lives, why you weren't and aren't afraid of him, what he should do, how he needed better friends

You weren't so sure how the conversation was smoothly transitioning but you liked it

Once you got to the library you immediately went to the vampire section, you pulled out multiple books

The next 2 hours were spent with you two reading the books and exchanging information and facts

You had read in the books that vampires get together in “nests” and help each other but, a lot of vampires were actually kind

Until a librarian approached you two, he was on the taller side and he wore cute spectacles

“Hi there. I just wanted to make sure you two were alright,” he kindly spoke before taking in your sight

You guys hadn't really paid attention to it before but Jeno was very pale and dead looking while you still had blood on your shirt

Hesitantly Jeno nodded, he looked afraid and concerned

The librarian whose name you read as Johnny didn't seem to believe it

He smiled and showed his fangs while looking at Jeno

You and Jeno had gasped and slightly backed up

“I'm not the one that turned you. I was just concerned when I saw you two and you guys have been reading books about vampires for a while now,” Johnny said with a soft expression

You and Jeno exchanged glances and chose not to say anything

Johnny noticed this and continued speaking “ Look, I live in a house with others like us, we aren't the bad guys, why don't you come to join us.”

“Are you sure?” Jeno asked, loosening up a little bit

“Of course, now come with me, let me take you there,” he said while turning to walk away “Just you, don't bring the human,” Johnny added

Jeno looked at you with covered eyes, he didn't want to leave you, not after all of this, not after what you've been through together in the past 4-5 hours

You stared at Jeno with kind eyes

“May I have your number?’ Jeno asked causing you to nod, you quickly wrote it down and handed it to him

Scurrying off he left you behind to clean up all the books but you didn't mind “Be safe,” you quietly mumbled

It had been a few days since you had your encounter with Jeno, you started to look at people differently, whoever turned him and killed those people was still on the loose

You were walking home, thinking about Jeno and everything that happened in the time span of a few hours when someone jumped out in front of you

“Delicious,” their voice was sinisterly broken

You instantly knew that they were a vamp and more n likely the one that has been hurting people

There was a lump in your throat, you didn't know what to say or what to do

You had read about how to protect yourself but you didn't have any of those things on you

Sneakily pulling out your phone you tried to call 911

“I'm gonna get you,” he said while charging at you at fast speeds

You screamed as loud and has high pitched as you could

His hands grabbed your shoulders as he forced you to hold still

“Jeno,” you screamed for one last time before the man's hand was placed on your mouth

In a matter of seconds, the man was thrown off of you, your knees gave out below you and you fell to the ground

A strong pair of arms wrapped around you and pulled you into them

You looked up to see your knight in shining armor, Jeno

He gave you an adorable smile

There were some things you could tell about him that had changed, he looked healthier and much stronger

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw people you didn't recognize take down the rogue vampire

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” Jeno asked with concerned yes

You shook your head no and looked at him

His arms were still wrapped around you and you were still pressed against him

His eyes moved to your lips, you could see the want in them

All you wanted to do was close the gap between you

Your stared at his lips and hoped he would notice

Soon enough, he was leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips you felt sparks fly

“Loverboy, get a room,” one of the good vamps said casing you to pull away

You moved from Jenos embrace and looked at them with wide eyes

There was 3 of them, they all looked nice and friendly

“Haechan shut the fuck up,” the shortest one said before putting the one you now knew as Haechan in a choke hold

One of them started to smile while watching his friends antics, you immediately noticed how bright and friendly he looked

“Y/n these are my new and improved friends,” Jeno said with a laugh

“You already know haechan, the one choking him is Renjun and the smiling one is Jaemin,”

“Its a pleasure to meet you all,” you politely said

“Same to you, thanks for helping Jeno,” Jaemin said

“yeah and as much as we would like to talk we have to go,” Renjun piped up, he pulled on Haechan and Jaemins sleeves trying to get them to move

Jaemin easily compiled but Haechan put up a fight before giving in with a charming smile

“You never called me,” Jeno said as soon as the boys had left

“I didn't know what to say and I figured you were busy with your new vampire life,” you confessed while looking at the ground

“Y/n I would love to be busy with you, I gave you my number for a reason. Since I just kissed you I think you know how I feel,” he said while pulling you back into him

His arms were wrapped around his waist while yours were wrapped around his neck

“I like you too Jeno, I want to make this work,” you said while looking into his mesmerizing brown eyes

“Me too,” he said before leaning down and pressing another kiss to your lips

thee end

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wonderlustlucas · 6 years

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eggs - lee taeyong

⇢ prompt Breakfast does not go to the stomach, it goes to the heart. ⇢ pairing taeyong x female reader ⇢ word count 3.1k ⇢ genre fluff ⇢ warnings none unless fluff gives u whiplash :D ⇢ summary “Taeyong fluff. basically like they aren’t a couple yet but they know they both like each other so they’re all cutesy and shit :) plot doesn’t really matter tbh as long as it’s some cute ass fluff”—request ⇢ a/n take this fluffy shit and shove it up ur ass for optimum benefit

“Noona, will you please make us breakfast?” You are one hundred percent going to kill him.

“Ten, call me that again and the only thing I will cook is your arms and legs. I just bought cereal and milk, so leave me alone,” you groan like a branch under the weight of snow, rolling away from the brightness of the sun filtering through the window and swinging a leg out from beneath the covers to dangle off the bed. “No, you finished the cereal Thursday and never told me to pick up more, plus there’s no milk left,” Ten retorts, voice muffled behind the white door and at the sound of his—your—friends laughing, you feel like screaming. “Then go out and buy some more!”

“___, there’s like fifty eggs in the fridge, plus it’s past twelve and loverboy is starving, don’t you want to cook for T—“

“Okay, shut up!” You shout, accepting defeat rather than embarrassment and whipping the blankets away with an annoyed sigh. Picking a crumpled tee shirt from the floor, you pull it over your head with a certain irritation and make way for the door, swinging it open and glaring coldly at the grinning boy despite the heat growing on your cheeks like sunburn. “I hope you rot in Hell,” you hiss, jabbing a finger into his chest and stomping past him.

In a weak attempt to move past your guests as quietly as possible, you direct your attention to the floor and scurry through the living room quiet as a mouse, embarrassingly aware of loverboy’s—as Ten called him—presence. “Morning, ___.”

Caught. “Good morning,” you sigh, finally averting your gaze to look at the trio and offering a feeble wave. Maybe if you just pretend that he isn’t here, you can survive the day. However, as soon as your eyes land on Lee Taeyong and all his glory, hot rosiness is already burning its way up your neck quicker than before and settling on the apples of your cheeks. Curse you, you want to say, mouth sour and stare fixated on the brunette for a heartbeat too long until he smiles and you embarrassingly hurry on to the kitchen.

If it’s not for the incessant growling of your stomach, you truly contemplate opening the refrigerator door just to slam it back on your head; however, even though you would never admit it, cooking breakfast for Taeyong remains to be your first and foremost priority on this lovely afternoon. And so, no matter how much you don’t want to, you smack a cast-iron pan loudly on the stove and twist on the gas, pausing to count with your fingers how many eggs you’ll need before eventually just grabbing the whole carton.

You see, developing a crush on one of Ten’s friends was never part of the plan. To be entirely honest, you had laid in bed the night Ten first moved in, tucked delightfully in your duvets wondering how in the name of God you were going to survive just a week without falling for him. However, as time went on, Ten’s fiery attitude and the fact that it seemed as if his friend Johnny was the one who in fact moved in based on the amount of time he spent in your shared apartment made it quite painless to get over the brief obsession in your newest flatmate.

And while Ten does have a mentality spicier than sriracha, you could not find it in yourself to complain when he brought not one but three friends over two months into moving in. By that time, you were fairly close to Johnny, considering he was knocking on the door almost every day (at this point, you had already settled on the idea that the two were one hundred and fifty percent dating, although you would never ask), but had zero ideas that Ten even had other friends, let alone met them.

And to be quite frank, you did not expect another two attractive men to enter your life. Jung Jaehyun, quite possibly the most angelic human you have ever met and Lee Taeyong, the greatest threat to your existence.

Perhaps you would not have fallen so quickly if it was not for the fact Ten was adamant on having the three over every fucking day. The first time you met was a terrifying case of embarrassment; you had been sleeping in when you woke to quite possibly the loudest noise to ever enter your eardrums. And so, with speed faster than light, you fled from bed with nothing but measly undergarments to see what sort of Satanic ritual Ten was pulling, only to find two strangers grimacing at an enormous box now flat on the floor.

It was painfully awkward, from the moment they noticed your ghastly presence in the doorway, to the realization they just dropped the new television Ten just bought, and finally to the fact you were practically naked in front of them. Without even a glance to their faces and with a noise akin to a frightened mouse caught in a trap you spun back behind the door, slammed it closed, and dove back into bed, shivering under the covers and planning your plan of survival that included never leaving the one hundred and twenty-seven square feet of your bedroom.

However, five hours later your stomach had a mind of its own.

6:07 PM - To Ten: i will literally do absolutely anything u want ever in ur life if u bring me cereal

6:07 PM - From Ten: No shot

6:07 PM - To Ten: oh my god ten please

6:08 PM - From Ten: I think my friends need an apology for seeing ur titties this morning🤧

6:08 PM - To Ten: please dont do this to me im so hungry i will literally do anything

6:08 PM - From Ten: Bj?

6:08 PM - To Ten: yes an infinite everyday

6:08 PM - From Ten: hmmmm

6:09 PM - From Ten: nah

6:09 PM - From Ten: come get food urself

With an infuriated, muffled scream into the downy pillow, you hurl your phone to the mattress before leaning up and mentally preparing yourself for the onslaught of teasing from your sinister flatmate. Sighing obnoxiously as you exit your bedroom for the first time in almost twenty-four hours, absolutely nothing in the entire fucking universe could have prepared you enough for the unquestionably perfectly crafted specimen of Lee Taeyong.

Upon first glance, you barely noticed his figure hidden in the corner of the room, simply a monochrome silhouette concealed in the darkness. It was not until the hues flashing from the television lit up the dark space with brightly colored shades from a commercial did he come into view, seated on the farthest side of the sofa. He was like a single brilliant star on a sky of perfect midnight velvet, a star whose gravity stole the air from your lungs and left you breathless in the doorway upon first glance.

He was by far the most alluring human you have ever seen.

“Hey ___!” Ten suddenly shouted, cutting your train—or lack thereof—of thought into shreds and replacing it with your previous hatred. “Die,” was all you said, earning a chuckle from someone, although you could not seem to care to find out who and instead continued for the kitchen.

“How’s your day been?” He continued, yelling from the other room and you contemplated whacking the side of his head with a cast-iron pan. “Don’t talk to me,” you shouted back while rummaging through the refrigerator, only to pull out a container of half empty white rice left over two days prior and a gallon of Breyers Extra Creamy Vanilla from the freezer.

“Are you grumpy because of what happened this morning?” He singsongs, followed by just leave her alone from an unknown voice as you grab two spoons and slam the drawer close. He was truly pushing your buttons. Ice cream, rice, and spoons in hand you made way for the living room, paused midway, and mercilessly pegged one of the metal spoons at Ten.

It unexpectedly hit him square in the forehead, creating a chorus of oohs from the others and you beamed. “Don’t forget who owns this apartment, Chittaphon,” you sneered, gracing his friends with a beaming smile before spinning on your heels and marching back into your bedroom.

Needless to say, Ten found it in himself to never tread that deep into your patience again and even apologized the next morning. However, the image stuck in your brain of whoever sat in the corner of the living room could not go without questioning.

“Hey, who was over last night, by the way?” You asked as Ten took a seat on the couch beside you, flicking between different television channels. “Taeyong and Jaehyun.”

“Which one had the pink hair?”

Ten huffed, throwing in the towel when it came to choosing an adequate channel, “Taeyong, why?”

You shrugged, “Nothing.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m not dumb, c’mon. You think he’s cute?” More than cute.

“I only saw him for like, a millisecond,” you sniffed, waving him off and returning to your assignment. “Good news. They’re coming over again tonight!”

You groaned, throwing your head back onto the plush cushion and kneading your eyes with your knuckles. “I didn’t pick up enough groceries to feed a whole soccer team,” you sighed, lolling your head over to blink at him. “We have eggs?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Tae will help you.”

And only after a proper introduction when Johnny, Jaehyun, and Taeyong arrived an hour later, you found yourself in the talons of a trap designed to drag you down into the depths of drool-worthy dreams and endless nights of “being in your bag.”

When it came time to cook a meal for the new clan you found ravaging your apartment, it took no less than half a minute for the cotton candy haired art-major (something you found out about him during some unacceptably adorable small talk) to jump up from his spot on the loveseat to aid you in any way possible.

“You like cooking?” He asked as you passed him another egg to be whisked, and you laughed heartily. “No, I just have to so I don’t blow all my money on takeout,” you explained, shrugged, and then followed with, “well, I don’t know. If I had time to cook out of enjoyment rather than survival, I would probably like it.”

“You should, it can be really relaxing,” he said, voice luxurious velvet as he poured the whisked eggs into the hot pan. “I don’t really know any recipes,” you shrugged, watching with quiet admiration as he went through what minimal spices you had while simultaneously folding the eggs into what would eventually be an omelet.

“Oh! I’ll have to show some you one day, then,” Taeyong grinned, and no matter how hard you tried you could not fight the rosy blush warming your features.

It was at this moment you realized you were royally fucked. There was absolutely no way of getting out of this one, you told yourself, and it was a constant reminder nearly every day when him, Johnny, and Jaehyun made their entrance. It was especially obvious on days he came over after class, the top few buttons of his shirt undone and revealing an inch too much skin that made your insides crawl, or the alone time you shared when he would help you in the kitchen, when one day over the course of three months you realized it had gone from two strangers forced to feed a group of helpless college kids to a pair naturally creating meals together, including a handful too many hip bumps, tickles, and any other type of physical touching to be categorized as just friends.

“No way,” you blew Ten off one morning when he asked if you thought you would ever date Taeyong, “he doesn’t like me like that.”

When all he did was roll his eyes, some part of you truly did drop with disappointment. For if he had said, “You should hear how he talks about you,” or, “You really are a dumb bitch,” then maybe you would have had some hope. But his lack of response confirmed your thoughts: Taeyong was an unattainable love.

Four months later, you and your now crimson haired friend dragged an absolutely wasted beyond repair Ten into his bedroom, flung him onto his mattress, removed his shoes, and patted him a good night.

“Sorry you had to deal with him,” you frowned, making way for the tiny kitchen and offering him a water in which he graciously took. Lord knows, if you had known he was coming, you would have been more prepared. And yet there you were, in nothing but an oversized tee shirt in front of the man who held all the stars in his irises and the very being of you in his hands.

“Don’t worry about it,” Taeyong smiled, clicked his tongue after taking a sip of water, “either way, I got to see my gi—you.”

Realizing his miniscule slip-up, Taeyong’s eyes grew the size of saucers, as did yours. My girl? Was that what he was going to say? You gulped, windpipe suddenly dryer than any desert on Earth, heart bumping frantically in your chest because holy shit, were you to blow it off or act on it?

Taeyong cleared his throat, and you did the same, an awkward tension suddenly filling the room thick like syrup and you were suffocating. “Anyway, I’m gonna head home. G’night, ___,” said Taeyong, offering a weak pat to your cheek. You watched him in silence as he left, and as soon as the door shut behind him the world came crashing down, the walls suddenly seemed to shrink and you hopped off the barstool in order to save yourself and sped to your bedroom in a rush of excitement and undeniable shock.

Only two days later you saw him again, a mini celebration in your apartment for the end of the semester with a bit too much soju involved. You found yourself curled into his side as the antics settled down further into the night, however alcohol still had your nerves on fire and you were hyperaware of Taeyong’s hand on what was exposed of your waist where your shirt had ridden up, long fingers drawing random patterns onto the bare skin and you could not breathe.

“___,” he said, you turned from the loud Raymour & Flanigan commercial blaring from the television to look at him, eyes wide and honest and his heart lurched. He suddenly could not find it in himself anymore to ask if he could stay the night and instead languidly studied your pretty features, face hovering closely above your own so you could feel his warm breath fanning across your cheeks and he did not know what to do.

“Taeyong!”

Ten shouted and the two of you jerked back, the serene moment suddenly popped like a bubble and you wanted to scream at him for ruining the possibilities.

The exchange between Taeyong and Ten turned to nothing but marbles in your ears, the idea of kissing him much too loud and growing from a small mustard seed hidden within your brain to an enormous tree. Except now it was in bold font and flashing every color known to man because there was no way he was actually going to kiss you, right?

Fast forward nearly a month later and here you were, found in yet another treacherous predicament as the man of your dreams sat only feet away. The past twenty-seven days were the worst of your life, you tell yourself; for every time you close your eyes, all you can picture is all the diminutive moments shared with Taeyong since your almost-kiss, every insignificant touch, every drawn-out ogling, every unnecessary compliment that only increasing became worse because Ten told him that you liked him. And instead of bringing it up, too fearful to do so even though you are convinced he must like you back, you push it away, avoiding any possible interaction that will lead to your potential collapse.

And so, when a, “Hey, do you want any help?” erupts from just around the wall, you nearly drop an egg when every muscle in your body freezes because yes he’s here but no get away. “Um,” you sniff, glancing down at the dozen eggs and then back to the boy sporting hair the shade of oozy caramel, “sure.”

You go on in silence, continuously passing Taeyong an egg to be cracked and then throwing out the shells, and you are telling yourself oh, this isn’t too bad until he decides to break the relative silence, “I like you.” You blink, squint at the wall before moving around him to wash yoke from your hands, hearing the words from those damn kissable lips makes your legs burn and heart thump at a rate that definitely is not healthy. “I know,” you finally answer, voice clogged in the back of your throat so you continue, “I like you too.”

“I know,” says Taeyong once you look up at him and he bestows upon you a toothy grin.

“I’m glad that’s settled, then,” you laugh breathlessly, leaning into his side as he scrambles the eggs, cheek pressed against his bicep, “you’re bulking up, I like it.” Taeyong drops his head to look down and you glance up with a smile that cannot seem to leave your face. “Jaehyun said the same thing,” he grins, pulling his arm away so that you must pull away but, just as your lips start to pout, he pulls your body close and wraps his arms around your waist.

In a sudden surge of courage, you raise your hand to trail a finger down the razor-sharp edge of his jawline, something you have dreamed of doing for months and now that you are finally able to, you do not know whether you will ever be able to stop. “Wow,” you almost say, breathlessly infatuated by his presence, however, the sudden pressure of his lips upon yours steals your breath furthermore and suddenly everything is all him and you pull yourself closer, air hitching in your lungs, nerves fizzing with sparks, melding your mouth against his own as the anticipation of kissing him over the past months has reached its boiling point.

“Does this mean you’re my girlfriend?” Taeyong asks once you have pulled away, lips swollen red. “That’s the general plan, yes,” you laugh softly, planting a milder peck on the side of his mouth.

“Does anyone smell burning eggs?”

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wwwdirkdebock1com · 2 years

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This ‘World Of Rock’ is my third poem from my last book, which is called ‘Champaign No Pain’, it’s been published in 2022.

World Of Rock

Let me take you on some journey in rock there are plenty of good rockbands in stock with songs that are awesome and strong they stay in your heart, where they belong the great world of rock, has many bands they also come from many different lands this rock music will never come to an end it’s like love in one’s heart, it’s heaven send

This rock music, I can feel it my bones the soaring guitars and the higher tones while the drummer gets the most action together weaving a wonderful attraction all these rock bands get my embrace with a huge rocking smile on my face many bands shall never be forgotten just like the story of a Johnny Rotten

There’s not one thing that I want to change about that good old rock music sound scene one has to have a heart for that kind of range rock music needs a very good listening screen the world of rock has a mighty fine swing it gets under your veins and in your blood as certain as can be, music is a majestic thing once it’s in your heart, you don’t give it up

Making an ode to all these magnificent bands it really lets me feel, their power inside of me I do hope that my love for the music never ends having a meaningful life, that’s how it awe to be I wish I could mention all these wonderful coups some didn’t make it in these five poetical pieces knowing out there are so much delightful groups just listen to them and all their timeless releases

You know what, it doesn’t stop right here even though bands show up or disappear their many efforts stay in our world of rock to make it an even stronger musical block

World Of Rock (reprise 01)

Let me take you on some journey in rock there are plenty of good rockbands in stock with songs that are awesome and strong they stay in your heart, where they belong

With bands like Catherine Wheel and Cold Chisel and also Foreigner, Highway Chile and Sister Hazel impossible to mention them all, FM or Replacements let’s hear the Rolling Stones, Scorpions and Badlands

You must know Kix, Dio, EZO, Rainbow or Skid Row don’t forget Ratt, Status Quo, UFO and White Buffalo when you hear Spooky Tooth, Von Groove or the Who they’re all amazing, just like Kiss, Live and Rose Tattoo

What to think about Black Sabbath, Roxy Music or XYZ it doesn’t end with Wishbone Ash, Craaft and Aerosmith let’s go on to hear Leviticus, Mad Max, Zon or King’s X many bands, we have Golden Earring, Idle Cure and Helix

I’m also thinking of Muse, Red Hot Chili Peppers and Rush bands like Deep Purple, Clutch, Queen or Econoline Crush we have Mr. Big, Fury In The Slaughterhouse and Firehouse great ones like Humble Pie, Vandenberg, ZZ Top or Lifehouse

I don’t stop with Uriah Heep, Mötley Crüe or Deaf Havana just listen to Blackfoot, Vanadium, Quiet Riot and Santana more to go with Last Autumn’s Dream, AC/DC or Thin Lizzy yeah man here’s Journey, Bad Company, Budgie and Sic Vikki

Have you heard Westworld, Pink Floyd, Saliva and Nickelback old ones are CCR, Hawkwind, Led Zeppelin, Tesla or Skagarack don’t give up on Loverboy, Jesus And Mary Chain, Molly Hatchet stuff like Volbeat, Little Feat, Red Circuit and Monster Magnet

The great world of rock, has many bands they also come from many different lands this rock music will never come to an end it’s like love in one’s heart, it’s heaven send

World Of Rock (reprise 02)

This rock music, I can feel it my bones the soaring guitars and the higher tones while the drummer gets the most action together weaving a wonderful attraction

Let’s talk about MSG, Lucifer’s Friend, Harem Scarem, Hardbone have you heard of 3 Doors Down, Slobberbone and Blindstone what about Europe, Bonfire, April Wine, Whitesnake or Gotthard together with Van Halen, Magnum, Demon, Boston and Steelheart

Rockers are Great White, Vengeance, Reo Speedwagon or Warrant superbands like Axel Rudi Pell, Montrose, Ted Nugent and Giant more to come with Lizzy Borden, Dokken, .38 Special or Def Leppard it’s not the end with Little Angels, Goo Goo Dolls and Lynyrd Skynyrd

Make some room for Alice Cooper, Dogs D’Amour or Hammerlock a pleasure to hear Night Ranger, Earthshaker, Guster and Moon Doc do you know Twisted Sister, Pillar, Stryper, Warrior and Slaughter names like Scabs, Winger, Sacred Warrior, Okkervil River or Thunder

I like Guns ’N Roses, Kansas, Krokus, L.A. Guns and Damn Yankees imagine to see Parlor Mob, Airrace, Sonics, Poodles or Black Keys have you seen Enuff Z’Nuff, Atlanta Rhythm Section and Talisman to hear Manfred Mann’s Earth Band, Saxon or Echo & The Bunnymen

Others are Reamonn, East Of Eden, Head East, Charon and Therion rockbands like Blue Öyster Cult, Uncle Rust, Poison or White Lion make some noise for the Dire Straits, Counting Crows and Takida the Lemonheads, Quireboys, Riverdogs, Strangeways or Cinderella

I also want to talk about Black Veil Brides, Queensrÿche and Bride or who cares for Bloodgood, Mind Funk, Bayside or Brother Firetribe we also have Amen, Everon, Nelson, Noll Shannon and Grand Illusion and these bands like Rebellion, Talon, Sunstorm or Social Distortion

All these rock bands get my embrace with a huge rocking smile on my face many bands shall never be forgotten just like the story of a Johnny Rotten

World Of Rock (reprise 03)

There’s not one thing that I want to change about that good old rock music sound scene one has to have a heart for that kind of range rock music needs a very good listening screen

Why would miss seeing Fall Out Boy, Midnight Oil or Tarot having a chance for Idlewild, Unruly Child and Brazen Abbot plenty of rock with Black Oak Arkansas, Kill Hannah or Godiva going for Augustana, House Of Shakira and Shotgun Messiah

Having it for Hoobastank, Lost Weekend and Voodoo Circle and the Dave Matthews Band, Living End or Circle II Circle much more rock with Alien, Crow7, Iron Maiden and Vain together with Axe, Alter Bridge, Bodine or Jon Oliva’s Pain

Going insane with Gaslight Anthem, Hartmann and Shadowman introducing Wig Wam, Trans Am, Sixx A.M. or Machine Men it’s a pleasure with Crown Of Thorns, Whitecross and Electric Boys so much fun hearing Quartz, Nixons, 12 Stones or Los Lonely Boys

I’ll always remember Jettblack, Point Black and Hidden In Plain View or band like Crashdiet, Baltimoore, Faith No More or Black ’n Blue a festival with Pride Of Lions, Stage Dolls, Saint Vitus and Graveyard having us the David Shankle Group, White Wizzard or Yellowcard

Awesome bands are Seether, Answer, Crawler, Silver and Oleander and why not seeing Creeper Lagoon, Departure, Trooper or Storyteller it goes on with My Ruin, Sideburn, Lillian Axe and Change Of Pace and My Chemical Romance, Private Line or Queens Of The Stone Age

No deadlines for Eagles Of Death Metal, Fuel, Keel, Soil and Coldspell neither for Sword, Dinosaur Jr., Hardline, Grand Design or Parabelle an evening with Flogging Molly, Crimson Glory, Elegy, Fozzy and InMe while seeing Daughtry, Emery, Shadow Gallery, Therapy or Tiger Army

The world of rock has a mighty fine swing it gets under your veins and in your blood as certain as can be, music is a majestic thing once it’s in your heart, you don’t give it up

World Of Rock (reprise 04)

Making an ode to all these magnificent bands it really lets me feel, their power inside of me I do hope that my love for the music never ends having a meaningful life that’s how it awe to be

It’s endless with Five Times August, Brighton Rock or Sugarcult in the list are Autograph, Needtobreathe, Lynch Mob and the Cult there’s more to come with Place Vendome, Pulley, DAD or AOR listen to Mother Superior, Little Ceasar and Hardcore Superstar

Why don’t we hear 30 Seconds To Mars, Shylock, Used or 10 Years I like Alias, Black Light Burns, Casting Crowns, Blaze and Blue Tears don’t you like Shinedown, Lucifer Was, Sanctus Real or Pothead take it for Saving Abel, Guild Of Ages, Hades, Tigertailz and Skillet

Deep inside I see Nightingale, Harlan Cage, Waysted or Tishamingo let’s have it with Treat, Manilla Road, Kiuas, El Caco and Bango Tango born to hear Default, 220 Volt, H.E.A.T., W.E.T., Sword or Banshee when you can see Smash Into Pieces, Bravery and Black Stone Cherry

Much more with Bad Habit, Cheap Trick, Saigon Kick or Final Frontier followed by Eclipse, Messiah’s Kiss, Seven Wishes, Outlaws and Tangier and at the same show, Blessid Union Of Souls, Spiritual Beggars or Y&T make time for Hanoi Rocks, House Of Lords, Pilgrims, Crush 40 and TNT

Another line with Faster Pussycat, Praying Mantis or Breaking Benjamin having on a next page Plain White T’s, Angel City, Ten and Fair Warning facing bands like Kissing Dynamite, Deep Insight or Kings Of The Sun growing up with Bad Moon Rising, Kings Of Leon and Kingdom Come

Loving to hear Atomic Bitchwax, Guardian, Saracen or Better Than Ezra see the Place Of Skulls, Mustasch, Mass, Trapt, Mountain and Phenomena us watching Buckethead, Foghat, Wallflowers, Tyketto or Ashbury Faith and liking Mando Diao, Strokes, Ancara, Dogma, Gamma and Crossfade

I wish I could mention all these wonderful coups some didn’t make it in these five poetical pieces knowing out there are so much delightful groups just listen to them and all their timeless releases

World Of Rock (reprise 05)

You know what, it doesn’t stop right here even though bands show up or disappear their many efforts stay in our world of rock to make it an even stronger musical block

Have I mentioned Imelda May, Guano Apes, Halestorm and Delain maybe you know the Runaways, Bif Naked, Warlock or Lana Lane more to come from Lita Ford, Heart, Fireflight and Holly Golightly music from Alannah Miles, the Patti Smith Group or Skunk Anansie it doesn’t stop with Drain S.T.H., Grace Potter, Roxette and Sirenia what about Zombina And The Skeletons, White Skull or Ida Maria

Still stuff from Kobra And The Lotus, Avril Lavigne and Meldrum something like Stacie Collins, Nightwish, Distillers or Tone Norum have you heard of KT Tunstall, Lyriel, Sass Jordan and Suzi Quatro remember bands like Evanescence, Mastercastle or Letters To Cleo having a good time with Edenbridge, Mortal Love and Battlelore a program like Siouxsie & The Banshees, Lacuna Coil or Paramore

It goes on with Crystal Viper, Dark Moor, Vixen and Phantom Blue then we have Caroline And The Treats, Lee Aron or Alyson Avenue go on with Hole, Flyleaf, Anouk, Sheryl Crow, the Kills and Epica and further with the Plasmatics, Throwing Muses, the Bratz or Issa we still have us the Muffs, the Donnas, Morning and Janis Joplin let’s not forget acts like Orianthi, Mystery, Sister Sin or Hydrogyn

Let’s go back to were we started from, with some other bands from famous cities, well known states and wonderful lands we have the Toadies, the Jonas Brothers, the Killers or Fray listening to the Foo Fighters, the Santers, Vega and Third Day the list doesn’t stop with Adelitas Way, Vertigo and King Cobra neither does it with Babylon Bombs, Zeno, Tora Tora or Nebula

So thank you for making it through this magnificent list I really do hope that my long poem doesn’t go in the mist it’s impossible to even try to mention every artist or band my love for music went from my heart through my hand

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ppumeonae-bigvibe · 4 years

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₊˚ʚ nct masterlist

oh baby it’s you 이제 시작이야 it’s only the beginning, 무한의 나 the limitless me

now playing: nct 127 limitless

00:00 ━━━━━●─── 04:07

⇆ㅤ ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤ↻

↖ back to main masterlist ⋆｡𖦹

> NCT (dream, 127, U)

(he’s) my work crush! - l. taeyong 🧷

work crushes do make your time at work a whole lot better!

⤹ 21.04.24

the severity of you - p. jisung 🧷

you were the most important person in jisung's life, even before he knew it.

⤹ 11.03.24

“i know you best.” - n. jaemin 🧷

jaemin knows you best, and that’s him for you.

⤹ 01.02.24

“i love you. i won’t ever let go.” - j. jaehyun 🧷

jaehyun may have pavloved you with the hand holding (bad summary dont trust just read)

⤹ 21.12.23

like a fever - l. haechan 🧷

falling and feeling sick wasn't part of your plan, but loverboy haechan is here to make you feel better

⤹ 01.09.23

“erase your doubts.” - k. doyoung 🧷

when your thoughts get loud, doyoung is here to tamp them down

⤹ 21.05.23

“that isn’t love.” - n. jaemin 🧷

jaemin’s the heart-mender now that you got your heart broken by another

⤹ 10.05.22

✰ click! - l. mark 🧷

you like taking pictures of mark and mark’s just being goofy as per usual

⤹ 22.06.22

✰ 20 seconds - j. jaehyun 🧷

all it took was 20 seconds with you. that was all the time needed.

⤹ 29.03.22

“i don’t say it often, but it doesn’t mean i’ve stopped loving you any less.” - k. jungwoo 🧷

jungwoo knows you aren’t expressive in showing love, but it is the simple “i love you” from you that keeps him going

⤹ 03.03.22

✰ “my...boyfriend!” - s. johnny 🧷

johnny is a great actor...pretending to be your fake boyfriend that is (but he would love to be your actual boyfriend)

⤹ 30.12.21

“i’d like to see you get this ‘right’ for this one.” - p. jisung 🧷

chemistry between you and jisung was nearly perfect, if it involved food

⤹ 23.12.21

nct’s taeyong wherein he comforts you 🧷

⤹ 23.11.21

✰ nct 127 + sleep 🧷

part 1: taeil, johnny, yuta

⤹ 16.11.21

part 2: taeyong, doyoung, jaehyun

⤹ 18.11.21

part 3: jungwoo, mark, haechan

⤹ 20.11.21

✰ “tired?” - l. haechan 🧷

haechan likes you more than the dreamies; that’s a good thing for one

⤹ 26.10.21

✰ “can i kiss you?” - l. jeno 🧷

if it’s one thing you absolutely adored, it was jeno being the absolute gentleman he is

⤹ 20.09.21

“i think...here.” - l. taeyong 🧷

taeyong’s happy to have your support

⤹ 28.09.21

🧷 - proofread and refurbished

> NCT SERIES

roommate! au - all based off randomized prompts

➸ m. taeil

i heard you singing in the shower and i asked you to continue

⤹ 02.09.20

➸ l. taeyong

why are you laughing so weirdly at your lap and is that a KITTEN?

⤹ 03.09.20

➸ s. johnny

there’s a spider in my room and thank heavens you got rid of it but i’m not sleeping alone

⤹ 04.09.20

➸ n. yuta

i accidentally slammed the door too hard and now i’m room-bound, so entertain me because i’m totally not scared of being alone (lies)

⤹ 05.09.20

➸ k. doyoung

it’s my first time rooming with someone else and i’m panicky- why are you so AAAAAAAAAAA?

⤹ 07.09.20

➸ j. jaehyun

you clearly looked stressed but i don’t know what went through my mind as i kissed you on your cheek

⤹ 09.09.20

➸ k. jungwoo

why did you come back so late!? you had me worried sick!

⤹ 13.09.20

➸ l. mark

we played scrabble to help you with your english, but we somehow ended up going to sleep beside each other

⤹ 15.09.20

➸ l. haechan

you don’t know that i can braid hair, but i’m really just lying and using this opportunity to play with yours (respectfully)

⤹ 17.09.20

nct dream hIGH! (pov of a 2003 liner)

l. mark ⤹ 15.02.20

✰ l. haechan + l. jeno + n. jaemin + h. renjun ⤹ 16.02.20

z. chenle ⤹ 17.02.20

p. jisung ⤹ 17.02.20

stay at home with dreamies [ ♡ ] ➸ h. renjun

baking with renjun!

⤹ 29.05.20

➸ n. jaemin [ ✰ ]

movies with jaemin!

⤹ 06.02.20

➸ z. chenle

playing with water guns in the (light) rain with chenle!

⤹ 16.06.20

➸ p. jisung

mario kart with jisung! (but he interrupts your zoom session)

⤹ 07.06.20

[random] rooftop fight predictions ⤹ 20.01.21

> WAYV

you claiming you like their pets more

wayv as things i’ve said or texted in chinese

> previously under nct u

“My lucky charm.” - Sungchan

a promise made back then is still a promise worth fulfilling

tags: trainee! sungchan, gn! reader, mentions of future trainee! sungchan

“No, scratch that, I love you.” - Shotaro

shotaro mans up and confesses to you...via a rather strange way

tags: non-idol! shotaro, fem! readers, ft. non-idol! yuta

“60, 59, 58, 57, 56, 55, 54, 53...” - Sungchan

sungchan has a great mediation tip and uses it on you

tags: trainee! sungchan, trainee! + gn! reader, ft. trainee! shotaro

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bob-sheldon · 7 years

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A Temporary Condition.

Plot: Steve is sleep deprived, hurt and having a rough time of it. Will his boyfriend exboyfriend rise to the occasion? Fluffy romantic H/C.

Content warnings: Child abuse, cheating, drinking, language and other canon-typical shit.

A/N: Thank yall for the 400 followers! Also this story started out really good but I got my wisdom teeth removed and I feel like Steve got progressively more OOC? Anyway it’s still good work for someone on painkillers lmfao.

Slam.

The cold Tulsa night hit me like a smack. The screen door hit my drunk father in the face, he stepped back rubbing his nose, giving me enough time to get out of grabbing reach. My old man was bad enough when he wasn’t boozing up. He was always irritable and mean but alcohol added a level of unpredictability I particularly despised.

“You little bastard. You’re in for it this time, you no good bastard! This is the last time you pour vinegar in my Jack Daniels bottle! Come here and take it like a man!”

‘Bastard’ was one of those words my father pioneered and used uncontrollably, especially towards me. It was supposed to cast doubt he was my real father and let me tell you I couldn’t care either way. I hope my real dad is still out there, boozing it up in Gatlinburg and missing his only son. This man who gave me a bruise once a week for 17 years was no father of mine. Mr. Curtis was the closest thing to a dad I really had and he got hit by a train. That wasn’t too surprising. I have shit luck.

“Catch me first, asshole.” I spat on the ground at his feet and leapt off the porch, landing awkwardly on one of my ankles. To hell with it. Escape first. Worry later.

I patted around for my keys in the pocket of my black leather jacket. Nothing. Empty. They were on my desk. And the Thunderbird remained parked, gleaming under the streetlight. A promise of safety. There was no way in hell I was going back in the house for my keys. I’d never get out with my dad in a mood like this. My ankle smarted but I had no choice but to hotfoot it. Where? The Curtis’ were on the other side of the slums, it was drunk-thirty for Two-Bit and Johnny was probably in the same sort of situation. That’s the problem with having friends in the same socioeconomic situation as you, they can’t really help out.

Buck’s. My only hope. Maybe Dal wasn’t around. We hadn’t talked in a week, which wouldn’t have been much before but he was my boyfriend or something like that. We’d been taking it slow since we were 15 and by slow I mean real fucking slow. Old lady on her way to church slow. We’d kiss once or twice, cuddle in jail and pretend we didn’t know each other later. But after he broke up with Sylvia we really became a pair. I’d hang around Buck’s and beat his ass at pool, I’d sleep in his bed most nights. That was until I saw him chatting up a greasy girl at the Dingo. Then we had a blow out. But that was Friday, this was Thursday.

Dad stumbled off the porch and I booked it the best I could, Cuban heels slamming the asphalt with rhythm. A stabbing searing pain radiating up my leg like fire. I turned around at the end of the block just to see my old man slip and fall, hitting the ground with a thud and a grunt. Drunks, am I right?

I slowed down a little after that, limping past the stoops and derelict cars towards the edge of town. No one was out. An eerie fog always seemed to come over Tulsa at midnight on a work night. Several lights were still on in places where mother’s nursed their babies or working folk got off their shifts. One or two houses oozed loud jazz and one or two more radiated drunk yelling. I shuffled past those particularly quickly.

By the time I got to Buck’s my ankle could hardly hold my weight. I limped up the stairs and threw myself through the door. It was empty. It was the middle night on a work day with nothing to celebrate. The hardwood as waxed, the chairs were up, Buck stood at the bar with a half-empty glass of beer. He looked up, half-drunk honey colored eyes scanning me. Buck was the kinda guy I trusted, a good old boy who had no agenda and liked drinking and horses. And he liked Hank Williams. The mark of a pure soul.

“Hey, if it isn’t my favorite redneck. Lasso any bad guys lately?” I mumbled, leaning against the wall. It had been a running joke that Buck was Oklahoma’s No. 1 crime-fighting cowboy since he got drunk and tracked a car jacket down on horseback. He was larger than life.

“Nah, nah. None of that. Whatcha doin’ out after curfew? If you’re going up for a late night hook up, your loverboy went to sleep an hour ago.” He scratched the golden beard forming in his chin and pending over to peel the label off a bootle of Ancient Age.

“Bed? Before one? He’s gotta be sick or something.” I reached down to rub my ankle, secretly hoping he was. The only time Dal wasn’t mean was when he was sick. Then he was just quiet. It was an eerie change but at least he wouldn’t have the energy to yell at me if he was sick.

“Nah. He’s just depressed,” The cowboy slid the empty bottle in the trash and continued to pick at the label. “Sylvia came back and promptly cheated on him with Tim.”

A smile curled across my lips at the thought of that dirty broad teaching him a lesson. Karma was a bitch. Not quite as much of a bitch as Sylvia. That girl was trouble. She’d been my enemy since second grade when I pulled her pigtail and she kicked me in the crotch. We’d gotten off on the wrong foot and never tried to patch things over. After the incident with Johnny I had nothing but contempt for her. She got her kicks taking advantage of boys and beating me in drag races. Despite her many negotiable attributes, she was never predictable and and always exciting. That’s why she earned the nickname Jenny Dean. A greaser girl of the highest degree.

I limped to the bottom of the stairs and did the most obnoxious thing I could thing to do.

“HEY STELLA!”

Silence.

“HEY STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLA!”

I heard footsteps and then a door slam. Dal loved that movie but hated that scene. God knows why. Said it reminded him of his childhood.

“There are people trying tah sleep, yah shithead.” He complained in his thick Bronx accent, face popping from behind the wall, sky blue eyes staring at me in the low-light. God he was gorgeous. Dal was the strangest looking human being on earth but in a good way. He looked like a cat. And he had platinum hair that stuck out every which way. People were split 50/50 on if he was the hot or hideous.

“What? People like you? You probably weren’t sleeping anyway. Too busy stewing about your girl. Or were you stewing about me, baby? Your man?” I grinned up at him as big as I could grin.

“Nah, nah.” He took a steep closer down me, taking his damn time. “Just thinking about you, baby. Always you.”

“Get down here and carry me up the damn stairs and maybe I’ll forgive you, maybe.” I took a step closer, landing awkwardly on my ankle and crumpling to the ground, catching myself on the stair case. My eyes stung but I clung to my dignity, smacking my hand against the stairs angrily. It throbbed. It stabbed. Dal rushed to me, bare feet pitter-pattering against the pine.

For all his cold toughness Dal couldn’t help giving a shit about everyone. He was there every time Johnny got jumped, he was always dragging Two-Bit out of ditches when he was drunk. One time I saw him nursing one of Ponyboy’s bloody noses, ringed finger holding a rag under his nose just as throughly as Darry. And me, if someone so much as looked at me funny he’d pound them. There was something so nice about Dal caring since he made a life off not caring about anything, it was like it really meant something.

“You ain’t looking so hot, baby.” He mumbled as sweet as I ever heard him, pulling my arm around his shoulder and his arm around my waist. My head lulled and dark spots appeared in my eyesight like mold.

“It’s a-it’s a temporary condition,” I mumbled, quoting some Paul Newman movie I’d seen with Ponyboy and Sodapop. I set my head against his shoulder. God, how I miss that shoulder. “ain’t slept in two days. ‘N I think I broke my ankle trying to get away from my old man. Just need some sleep is all. Sure you and Buck’d love to play nurse.”

Buck chortled and put away the bottle of booze. He’d been quiet during our little reunion. He kept out of Dal’s business but was always there when you needed him. And he liked me.

“Nah. I’ll dress it and let you sleep but don’t expect me to bring you breakfast in bed. If you’re looking for a housewife go hang around Soda.” He started up the stairs and I hobbled with him, leaning heavily on him.

“I ain’t trying to make no one my wife, neither are you Dal. Neither is Sylvia or Tim or Buck.” I whispered, barely clinging to consciousness. Walking there had been the worst idea of my life, the pain was so bad I thought I was going to pass out.

Dal sighed and drug me up the stairs and down the hall without much issue, depositing me on the bed. I flopped back onto the dirty quilt, feeling the familiar threadbare blankets under my tired body. The smell of smoke and Dal’s sweat. Comforting. I would have fallen asleep if it hadn’t been for Dal loudly rummaging through the cabinet in the adjoining bathroom.

Next thing I knew he pulled off my shoes and then my one-size-too-small jeans.

“I’m not in the mood you randy bastard.” I slurred, forcing my eyes open.

“Shattup.” He light a Kool and went to wrapping my severely swollen ankle with an ace bandage, making sure to get the right angle with doctor’s precision. Dal had been hurt everywhere so he knew about every injury a person could have. He even caught tuberculosis hiding out in a warehouse in New York once.

“No gymnastics or leaping out of a moving car or any of that shit you do, you dig?” He looked at me and I nodded with a bleary smile, lifting one eyebrow.

He crawled into bed next to me, pushing his muscular frame against my side and puffing away on his cigarette in the dim lamp light. The rooms at Buck’s always seemed to be dark no matter what time it was. I figured it was the nicotine stain on the windows and the ugly drapes. Dally’s room wasn’t like the others. I can see it now, yellowed walls and posters of the Alamo and Jimmy Dean. Books that Dally didn’t read on the dresser, ceiling fan clicking away. And the bed. A full sized bed so there was barely room for two muscular boys. I think Dal liked having to huddle but he never said it.

I must have blacked out for a couple seconds because I felt him tuck the blankets around my neck and his fingers run through my greasy hair. Was this what he did when I was asleep?

“I love ya, you little shit.” He murmured quietly.

A smile spread across my sore bruised face.

“Love you too, Dal.”

#steve randle #dallas winston #dally winston #the outsiders #my writing

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travelingwithoutthedoctor · 7 years

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(via https://open.spotify.com/user/1183764117/playlist/5jLhkHAiuVKDdlgESK1flU)

This is the complete playlist of the 30 days music challenge I have been doing on Twitter. I posted some of the days here, too, before I decided to focus on Twitter for this one.

This is the list for this one:

Day 1: A song you like with a colour in the title

Paint it black 

Day 2: Songs you like with a number in the title

Pslam 40:2 - Mountain Goats 24 - Curse Phantom Pt 2 - Justice 

Day 3: A song that reminds you of summertime

Wise Guys - Es ist Sommer 

Day 4: A song that reminds me of someone I would rather forget about

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Californications 

Day 5: A song that needs to be played LOUD

Tocotronic - Ich möchte Teil einer Jugendbewegung sein 

Day 6: a song that makes me want to dance

Juri Gagagrin - Delirium 

Day 7: a song to drive to

I don't drive, so I have turned this into a travel song

Thomas D - Rückenwind 

Day 8: a song about drugs or alcohol

Conexion Musical - Freu Dich - is not on Spotify

Lena Stoehrfaktor - Freu Dich 2 

Day 9: a song that makes me happy

Hank Green - Obama Llama Duck 

Day 10: songs that make me sad

Mad World I don't like Mondays How to safe a life 

Day 11: a song I never get tired of

Plemo - Graceland Remix 

Day 12: a song from my preteen years

Britney Spears - ...baby one more time  

Day 13: one of my favourites 70s songs

John Lennon - Imagine 

Day 14: a song that I would love played at my wedding  Die Firma - Die Eine

Day 15: a song that is a cover by another artist

Johnny Cash/ Nine Inch Nails - Hurt

Day 16: one of my favourite classical songs

Mozart

Day 17: a song that I would sing a duet with on karaoke

Hank & John Green - We are all Batpeople

Day 18: a song from the year I was born

Die Ärzte - Schrei nach Liebe

Day 19: a song that makes me think about life

Bon Jovi - Everyday

Day 20: a song that has many meanings to me

The Mountain Goats - This Year

Day 21: a favourite song with a person's name in the title

Sgt. Pepper's Lonly Hearts Club Band - The Beatles

Day 22: a song that moves me forward

Dan Bull - Overwatch

Day 23: a song that I think everybody should listen to

Egotronic - Exportschlager Leitkultutr

Day 24: a song by a band I wish was still together

Plemo & Rampue - Fancy Uncontrolled

Day 25: a song by an artist no longer living

Nirvana - Lithium

Day 26: a song that makes me want to fall in love

Bela B. - Loverboy

Day 27: a song that breaks my heart

Curse - Und was ist jetzt

Day 28: a song by an artist with a voice that I love

Wir sind Helden - Bist du nicht müde

Day 29: a song that I remember from my childhood

Nessaja

Day 30: a song that reminds me of myself

Schandmaul - Bin Unterwegs

#30 days music challenge

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stitchvideoz-2-productions · 4 years

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April 7, 2020 Music Videos List

21 Savage – A Lot – Music Video

2Pac – I Ain’t Mad At Cha – Music Video

5 Seconds of Summer – Youngblood – Music Video

50 Cent – In Da Club – Music Video

A Great Big World – Say Something – Music Video

Aerosmith – Crazy – Music Video

Anne Murray – Snowbird – Music Video

Bee Gees – Tragedy – Music Video

Biz Markie – Just A Friend – Music Video

Black Sheep – The Choice Is Yours – Music Video

Bob Welch – Sentimental Lady – Music Video

Brooks And Dunn – Boot Scootin’ Boogie – Music Video

Bruno Mars – That’s What I Like – Music Video

Bryan Adams – Everything I Do – Music Video

Cam’ron – Hey Ma – Music Video

Cam’ron – Oh Boy – Music Video

Cheap Trick – The Flame – Music Video

Cher – Just Like Jesse James – Music Video

Christina Aguilera – Keep Gettin’ Better – Music Video

Clay Walker - Rumor Has It – Music Video

Coolio – 1, 2, 3, 4 – Music Video

Dan Fogelbreg – Longer – Music Video

Desiigner – Panda – Music Video

Dierks Bentley - Different For Girls – Music Video

Eminem – My Name Is – Music Video

En Vouge – Hold On – Music Video

Eric Clapton – Lay Down Sally – Music Video

Exile – Kiss You All Over – Music Video

Fabolous – Breathe – Music Video

Faith Hill – This Kiss – Music Video

Firehouse – When I Look Into Your Eyes – Music Video

Gym Class Heroes – Stereo Hearts – Music Video

Herb Alpert – Rise – Music Video

H-Town – Knockin’ Da Boots – Music Video

INXS – What You Need – Music Video

J Holiday – Bed – Music Video

Jefferson Starship – Miracles – Music Video

John Legend – All of Me – Music Video

Johnny Nash – I Can See Clearly Now – Music Video

Kanye West – Mercy – Music Video

Kings of Leon – Use Somebody – Music Video

Kyle – Ispy – Music Video

L8NHTS – Bones – Music Video

Lady Gaga – Alejandro – Music Video

Little River Band – The Night Owl – Music Video

Madonna – Into The Grove – Music Video

Madonna – Material Girl – Music Video

Mariah Carey – Fantasy – Music Video

Mariah Carey – Loverboy – Music Video

Mariah Carey – Vision Of Love – Music Video

Meek Mill – Dangerous – Music Video

Missy Elliot – Work It – Music Video

Missy Elliott – Lose Control – Music Video

Mya – Case of The EX – Music Video

Nelly Furtado – Say It Right – Music Video

Nicki Minaj – Feelin’ Myself – Music Video

Notorious BIG – Sky’s The Limit – Music Video

Olivia Newton John – Let Me Be There – Music Video

Olivia Newton John – Please Mr Please – Music Video

Pearl Jam – Last Kiss – Music Video

Quad City DJ’s – C’mon N’ Ride It – Music Video

Queen – Somebody To Love – Music Video

Rare Earth – I Just Want To Celebrate – Music Video

Rhythm Syndicate – PASSION – Music Video

Roberta Flack – Killing Me Softly – Music Video

Salt N Pepa – Whatta Man – Music Video

Samantha Fox – Touch Me – Music Video

Sean Paul – Get Busy – Music Video

Selena Gomez – Good For You – Music Video

Shaggy – Boombastic – Music Video

Shaun Cassidy – Da Doo Ron Ron – Music Video

Sheena Easton – Strut – Music Video

Silk – Freak Me – Music Video

Solido - Todavia No Sabe – Music Video

Starland Vocal Band – Afternoon Delight – Music Video

The Bangles – Manic Monday – Music Video

The Black Eyed Peas – Where Is the Love – Music Video

The Go-Go’s – We Got The Beat – Music Video

Third Eye Blind – Jumper – Music Video

Travis Scott – Sickomode – Music Video

U2 – Desire – Music Video

Waylon & Willie – Why Do I Have To Choose – Music Video

Whitesnake – Here I Go Again – Music Video

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karaokeadvice · 4 years

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Advice: Karaoke For A Cast Party...WITH IMPROV PEOPLE

We received the following urgent request for help and we live to serve the karaoke community:

I need karaoke advice for a party with...improv people. It's a cast party, I am a LOT older than most of the cast, and my voice is a B- AT BEST. Is there anything that might bring the generations together? Or a gem from the days of yore to blow their minds?

Karen here. Listen. Having worked with several improv people over the years, one thing I can say with confidence is that most of them fancy themselves really good rappers. It makes sense; the skill sets are similar, and while the actual results are extremely mixed, karaoke is all about rejoicing in extremely mixed results and celebrating them. Please consider some of these what I like to call “a-rip rap rippety do classics.” That’s not an insult; lots of these songs are great songs, some of them are bad songs, but they all have a certain cadence to them that’s bound to make the improvisers go wild:

Rapper’s Delight - The Sugar Hill Gang I Wish - Skee-Lo One Week - Barenaked Ladies (I know. I’m just reporting here.) (You Gotta) Fight For Your Right (To Party!) - the Beastie Boys Just A Friend - Biz Markie Bust A Move - Young MC Goin’ Back To Cali - LL Cool J Thrift Store - Macklemore Lose Yourself - Eminem U Can’t Touch This - MC Hammer

Here’s another tactic: I was sitting in a bar chatting with my friend Miranda the other day when “Fallen Angel” by Poison suddenly came on the jukebox. All conversation stopped for a breathless four minutes of delighted yell-singing, enthusiastic pointing, air drumming, air guitaring, staring into each other’s eyes while yelling the line “ROLLIN’ THE DICE OF HER LIFE!” while air dice rolling, laughing in disbelief as we came in perfectly on the bridge with “too much too soon and just a little too late”...you get the picture.

I’m sure you all read my 2018 Vice article The Notorious Documentary That Accidentally Killed Hair Metal in which I mentioned a Spotify-based study that used listening data to conclude that our adult musical preferences set in right around the time we turn 13 for women, 14 for men. Sure enough, “Fallen Angel” was released and reached #12 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart on October 8, 1988, just two months before my 13th birthday.

Perhaps the secret to getting people really enthusiastic about a song is to suddenly spring the #12 song on the Billboard Top 100 from the second week in October from the year they turned 13?! Let’s check out our options for karaoke enthusiasts from age 50 back to age 25; I’ll even throw in a nearby “alternate” selection, say #11 or #13! If you’re under 25, well, check for yourself, PeachCheeks.

So, if you’re 50 now, you turned 13 in 1982, which would make your song: Blue Eyes - Elton John (alternate: Heart Attack - Olivia Newton John)

49? 1983: How Am I Supposed To Live Without You - Laura Branigan (alternate: All Night Long - Lionel Richie)

48? 1984: Cruel Summer - Bananarama (alternate: What’s Love Got To Do With It - Tina Turner)

47? 1985: I’m Goin’ Down - Bruce Springsteen (alternate: Head Over Heels - Tears For Fears)

46? 1986: Heaven In Your Eyes - Loverboy (alternate: All Cried Out - Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam W/ Full Force)

45? 1987: Let Me Be the One - Expose (alternate: Causing A Commotion - Madonna)

44? 1988: As we know, it’s Fallen Angel (alternate: Don’t Be Cruel - Bobby Brown)

43: 1989: If I Could Turn Back Time - Cher (alternate: Love In An Elevator - Aerosmith)

42? 1990: My, My, My - Johnny Gill (alternate: Black Cat - Janet Jackson)

41? 1991: Can’t Stop This Thing We Started - Bryan Adams (alternate: Now That We Found Love - Heavy D & the Boys, which is also a good rip rap rippety do option)

40? 1992: Do I Have To Say The Words - Bryan Adams [this is so real--there’s a lot of 90s nostalgia going on right now and I’m here to tell you that so much of the 90s was terrible, bland Bryan Adams songs that no one remembers or cares about at this point.] (alternate: Free Your Mind - En Vogue, obviously go with that one)

39? 1993: Cryin’ - Aerosmith (alternate: I Get Around - 2Pac)

38? 1994: This DJ - Warren G (alternate: Don’t Turn Around - Ace of Base)

37? 1995: Tell Me - Groove Theory (alternate: Roll To Me - Del Amitri, which is one of my least favorite songs and I have performed it at karaoke and it GETS A REACTION, let me tell you. Recommended, I guess.)

36? 1996: If Your Girl Only Knew - Aaliyah (alternate: You Learn - Alanis Morissette)

37? 1997: All Cried Out - Allure Feat. 112 [A COVER OF THE 1986 ALTERNATE, HOLY SHIT!!!!!] (alternate: Building A Mystery - Sarah McLachlan)

1998: Daydreamin’ - Tatyana Ali (alternate: Too Close - Next)

1999: All Star - SmashMouth (alternate: Bailamos - Enrique Iglesias)

2000: Most Girls - Pink (alternate: Shake Ya Ass - Mystikal)

2001: Drops of Jupiter (Tell Me) - Train (alternate: Izzo (H.O.V.A.) - Jay-Z)

2002: Underneath It All - No Doubt feat. Lady Saw (alternate: Sk8er Boi - Avril Lavigne)

2003: Why Don’t You & I - Santana (alternate: Unwell - matchbox20)

2004: If I Ain’t Got You - Alicia Keys (alternate: Pieces of Me - Ashlee Simpson)

2005: Sugar We’re Going Down - Fall Out Boy (alternate: Pon de Replay - Rihanna)

2006: Sexy Love - Ne-Yo (alternate: Ring The Alarm - Beyonce)

2007: No One - Alicia Keys (alternate: Rockstar - Nickelback)

There you are, a total of 60 songs with varying degrees of difficulty that are probably going to have an instant, unexpected, full body freakout effect on at least SOMEONE in the audience! A few clunkers, but overall a pretty good, not too obvious, not too obscure list. YOU ARE WELCOME.

This is Sarah. I have nothing useful to add because I think Karen has actually cracked the algorithm and BROKEN THE KARAOKE ADVICE INTERNET in what I daresay is the written equivalent of a mic drop. At any rate, my one additional suggestion (which I have previously stated is not useful, and I stand by that) is “Lonesome Loser” by Little River Band. I’ve heard this song about a million times because I stan (correct use of stan?) the 70s singer/songwriter genre, but I don’t think I actually listened to the lyrics until a few weeks ago. THEY ARE SO MEAN. Case in point:

Have you heard about the Lonesome Loser? Beaten by the Queen of Hearts every time. Have you heard about the Lonesome Loser? He's a loser but he still keeps on trying.

HE’S A LOSER BUT HE STILL KEEPS ON TRYING.

Isn’t this all of us at karaoke? SING THE TRUTH!!!!!!

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chatbotsupportofficial · 4 years

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Good Afternoon, Kids!

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How are we all today? Eating enough? Drinking enough? I hope so!

You are awake. There’s nothing chasing you. There’s nothing coming to get you. You’re safe. You are real. If you notice yourself disassociating or having a panic attack, bite a lemon or something with a strong taste. It’ll help ground you if normal grounding techniques aren’t working.

Take a break if needed. There’s a lot going on lately, do not feel ashamed in taking a hiatus. Only come back when you are ready.

Follow the 3 8′s. 8 hours of sleep, 8 cups of water, and at least eat 8 vegetables a day. You can do this. I got your back.

Remember that it is okay to make mistakes. You are human. Things happen.

And remember that I am still so proud of you all. That will never change. Never.

Signed,

Auntie

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greywolfreads-blog · 5 years

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Dirty Dancing - A Film That Lifts You Up

Despite hitting it’s thirty year anniversary recently, Emile Ardolino’s ‘Dirty Dancing’ has not been forgotten or replaced. This fate awaits most films, most of them not having aged well, such as Brad Silberling’s ‘City Of Angels’, released in 1998 and only remembered by middle-aged women. Dirty Dancing, on the other hand, has aged rather gracefully. Whether you have seen the film or not, when Dirty Dancing is mentioned, everyone will recall the famous and downright iconic lift scene, either the practice in the wide field, or the final dance. Therefore, despite new releases that attempt to reach or recreate this film, it will always remain a classic.

Baby (Jennifer Grey) takes a vacation at a camp and stumbles into a secret underground dance scene, wherein she meets and subsequently falls for the mysterious Johnny (Patrick Swayze) and is caught up in his world of choreography and competitions. All movies that focus on dance will need to include a soundtrack that enhances the atmosphere of the scenes and Dirty Dancing is no different. With Patrick Swayze himself offering vocals for his hit ‘She’s Like The Wind’, the soundtrack blends seamlessly with the choreography, even in such scenes as the ‘Loverboy’ scene, which was a warm up that Emile Ardolino liked so much that he decided to include in the final cut. The sound also works well in certain scenes, separate from the soundtrack. For example, in the scene wherein Baby arrives at Johnny’s room in the middle of the night, the sound of Johnny’s footsteps on the wooden floor was heightened in order to highlight the silence between the two of them and the tension that arose from this. Similarly, the footsteps during the dance scenes were also louder than the music at certain points, which focuses the audience’s attention on the quick and skilled footwork of the cast members.

The location of a film is also highly important and with Dirty Dancing it was spot on. The lake, the hills and the spacious dance rooms all add to the sense that this is a summer that Baby, nor the audience, will forget. One of the most liked scenes is when Johnny teaches Baby how to balance barefoot upon the log. The shots used are rather wide in order to include as much of the space as possible, but also to show that the two of them are separated from the pressures of society and the expectations of the other characters – the nature represents their freedom. This is a running theme throughout the film, as when outdoors and alone, the shots are kept rather wide to make the audience aware of the general space the two of them have, whereas when other characters are present in the scenes, the spaces are rather cluttered and the shots are tight. During the final dance scene, when there are a large handful of extras dotted around in the hall, the camera focuses on Baby and Johnny as they dance, using a range of close ups and the shallow depth of field. This gives the impression that Baby and Johnny are in their own world whilst performing, which is further hinted at due to the performances of the two main leads – their eyes never leave each other.

A slight downfall of the film would be that the pacing is extremely slow, as we spend most of the 1 hour 40 minute movie watching Baby fall in love with Johnny, as well as practice her ever-improving dance moves. Due to this, the ending and the tying up of loose ends seems somewhat rushed. The competition is presented as this large deal right from the start, but it takes less than ten minutes of screen time, which seems like a quick culmination of all those hours spent dancing around and standing on feet. It’s understandable that the film needs to take the audience through Baby’s journey from a girl who cannot dance to save her life to this competition-ready belle of the ball, but the pacing is drawn out to the point that some audience members might find their attention drifting off. However, it would be drawn back by the budding romance that occurs between the two main characters, which runs parallel to the dances.

Although the film is viewed as light-hearted and romantic, it also touches upon serious issues present at the time, but also the views surrounding these. Johnny’s previous dance partner, Penny (Cynthia Rhodes), falls pregnant but cannot risk having the child. She therefore chooses to have an abortion, a choice that is looked down upon by the older generation within the film, but understood by the team of younger characters who band together to help her through it. The choice to include this storyline highlights both the gap between the older and younger generation, but also the views about the situation presented. Most romance films will not include such a ‘heavy’ topic, preferring to keep the plot light and the focus solely on the two characters that fall in love despite obstacles. Dirty Dancing, on the other hand, defies these genre conventions rather than choose to be bound by them, including heavier topics for the audience to discuss alongside the romance.

Overall, the film is an excellent example of an older film that will live on through the years to come, bridging that generational gap so that all may enjoy a phenomenal romantic drama with a soundtrack that fits perfectly with each scene, as well as a cast that shares undeniable chemistry.

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