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bowandcurtsey · 2 years

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Hey! Can I ask for a scenario where Yami is on a mission with Fuego, Nozel and Willian in Hino country to retrieve a powerfull magical artifact and in the middle of the mission they save F!reader, a geisha with an incomparable beauty who was being pursued by some vassals of a cruel feudal lord who claims to love her, but it's a yandere obsession because of a one-sided love. Plot Twist: This beautiful geisha is Yami's younger sister and results in an emotional family reunion between them.

Hello lovely bby! Thank you for this creative request! AHHH our first geisha related request! I'll do my best ♡( ◡‿◡ )

Fuegoleon, Nozel, William, Yami & f! geisha! reader

Yami was beyond excited to be back in his hometown. It has been over 20 years since he last stepped foot here and everything is different now.

The place he used to call home seems like a foreign place to him. The port, the boats, the shops... They were no longer how he remembered them to be. The only thing that told him that he was back in his hometown was the Hino flag waving high above the beach tower.

He traced his way back home, the routes all unfamiliar after 20 years that it took them 2 days to get to his hometown which was also just by the seashores they came from.

His house... was empty. The neighbours said it had been empty since the old couple died. Yes, Yami parents had passed on and his siblings have moved out one by one. He had no idea where their graves were.

He took comfort in being able to even step foot back to this land again; never in his wildest dream did he think that he would be able to come back here, so he told himself to be grateful for this.

"They would be happy to know that you're back," William put a reassuring hand on his friend's humongous back.

"They would have welcomed all of you with open arms," Yami chuckled a little while reminiscing his parents, "the folks loved a good company."

The four of them stayed for the night and carried on their mission the next day.

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It was a difficult mission especially since they were in a foreign land, but thanks to Yami who could still speak his native language, they managed to get clues and directions here and there.

The 4 men found themselves in the famous red light district of Hino.

"You're sure they said the artefact we're looking for is here?" Nozel threw a judging look at Yami.

"Yeah, that's what the old lady said, braidy." Yami taunted at the fellow captain.

"Well, let's just have a look around, shall we?" Fuegoleon politely rejected a hostess that was making her advances on him.

After walking down a few streets and turning down countless of ladies, (well it was a rare sight to see 4 handsome and charismatic men walking down the red light district) the captains were about to call it quits when they heard a scream and the sound of smashing glasses.

"Let me go!" a lady was being grabbed by the wrist by a huge man who was tall and muscular, his face was full of malice towards the beautiful young lady. He even had a few underlings with him.

"It's an order by Lord Kaho." the pursuer was relentless and wouldn't budge despite hurting the poor girl.

"I believe that's not the way for a man to treat a girl," Fuegoleon had a hand on the man shoulder.

"Do you not feel shame for hurting someone that's weaker than you?" Nozel was on his other shoulder.

The two royals had no idea what the lady and the man were talking about, but it was clear the lady did not want to go with the man.

"They said to let her go." Yami spoke to the man in Hino language.

"Who are you, this is an order by Lord Kaho, to make her his bride!" the man shrugged their hands away and dragged the girl so hard that she fell.

In the blink of an eye, the man and his underlings were beaten up by the captains and they scurried away, spewing a thread of incoherent words.

"oi, you ok?" Yami extended his hand to the lady.

"Yes, I am, thank you.." You spoke with simple english, surprising the four men. You were suddenly thankful that you learnt a little from some of those foreign customers that came by your workplace, as you took the big guy's hand to get up from the ground.

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The captains decided to walk you safely home, despite you telling them that you were fine. You explained to them that you were a Geisha that some feudal lord took a liking to and forced you to marry him, causing a ruckus at your work place.

You ran away to hiding but he sent his men to find you. You had no idea what to do since you could no longer work because of all the problems he's caused but you didn't like this Lord Kaho and didn't want to marry him.

"Actually we're here because of the rumours that there is a magical artefact hidden here. While you could help us find it, we could protect you from this evil lord and we promise to help you find a way to leave this place." William suggested after listening to your pitiful plight.

"I did think of leaving as a last resort, but this is where I grew up, and I lost my brother at a young age, if I leave, my brother would not be able to find me if he comes back.. He's the only family I have left."

"We promise to help you, so you could stay in your rightful homeland." Fuegoleon smiled at the lady before him, her beauty was dazzling, but she resembled someone he couldn't quite put a finger on..

"We haven't got your name, by the way." Nozel nodded at the alluring lady before him, "I'm Nozel and they are William, Fuegoleon and Yami."

"Ah, Yami, you have the same name as my brother." you smiled at Yami elegantly.

The four man paused in silence as the 3 of them stared at Yami, who stopped in his tracks, eyes widened at the lady before him.

"And your name is...?" he spoke softly, his tone was eager yet afraid.

It couldn't be. He thought to himself. What are the odds? Why didn't he think of it? Her familiar ki, her face, she resembled..

"Y/n,"

Yami's lips parted but no words came out. It was impossible. He was never lucky in his life. His life was just full of a series of unfortunate events and-

"Y/n Sukehiro."

Fuego, Nozel and William knew immediately that she was actually Yami's sister. Their minds were blown; Yami had been searching for his family only for her to be right in front of them all along!

They turned to Yami, whose face was wearing such a wide smile, but his eyes were clouded with tears. He was so stupefied that his brain malfunctioned for a moment, unable to process the happiness that he was feeling; the happiness of finding your loved one after 20 years of being apart, not knowing how they were, whether they were dead or alive, just holding on to that thin thread of hope, hoping that you would meet again someday.

Yami felt like his legs were not going to take his weight, his tongue was already unable to speak but his arms acted on their own, reaching out and pulling the girl in front of him into an embrace.

"A-are you okay, Yami?" you squeaked at you felt like the air was being squeezed out of your chest from his huge biceps.

"Miss Sukehiro," William smiled with such a warm and joyful smile, "His name is Yami Sukehiro, he's from Hino too."

Your reaction was the exact same as your brother. Silent with widened eyes, mouth agape as you felt your nose sour and your vision clouded with tears.

You started sobbing as the landslide of emotions crashed upon you. The dam of 20 years was broken; your tears couldn't stop flowing and your chest felt so tight. You grabbed onto the back of his shirt pulling his as close to you as ever possible.

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After what seemed like an eternity, you both finally pulled back and had a good look at each other.

"how have you been, Y/n?" your brother's eyes were red, "I heard about mom and dad from the neighbours.. what happened?"

Yami felt the grieve that he had been burying deep in his chest rising to the surface again.

You took a deep breath and exhaled, knowing that you both had so much to talk about, "Why not we head to my place and we can talk over dinner?"

You both looked towards the other 3 gentlemen, waiting for their response.

"We're actually here to find an artefact..." Nozel spoke up.

"Yeah he's the party pooper," Yami shrugged, "But he's not wrong, I am here for work.."

"But I'm sure the king would understand.." William nodded, "let us call him and report on this and maybe Yami would take an off from the mission to catch up with his family. Afterall he's lost her for 20 over years.."

"I have to agree on this one," Fuegoleon said, "anyway it's getting dark and we need a place to stay. Let the siblings catch up and we will continue our search tomorrow. We could use an extra help anyway and y/n is local so she would be helpful."

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Over dinner, the other 3 captains helped themselves to the food while you and Yami caught up with each other. He told you how he was swept away to Clover Kingdom and was part of their army called Magic Knights, his team was called the Black Bulls....

You told him about how mom and dad passed and how your siblings moved out in pursue of their jobs and careers or family and lost contact after the great war of Hino.

You didn't want to leave because you thought there should be someone left behind to clean your parents grave and also if there was a chance that Yami would return.

You really thanked the heavens that you did; you were eternally grateful that you could be reunited and at least know that your brother was well and alive. You couldn't wait to bring him to see your parents and tell them of the good news. They would be smiling from up in the heavens.

As you both stared at the night sky above your heads, you told your brother: "the number of times I stared into the dark night sky, hoping you were somewhere out there and looking at the same sky as me... tell me this isn't all just a dream.."

His huge arm wrapped around your shoulders, "it's not. And now that I'm here, I'll be sure to protect you from anyone that tries to bully you. I can't wait to punch that Kaho dude in the face..."

You both laughed. Those lonely and quiet nights would now be lively and filled with warmth forever.

-end-

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thelewdpokemanik · 1 year

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When the RIDICULOUSLY femboyi and adorable Shuichi saihara got casted into "Magical starlight : Kaede akamatsu and the mystery of love" as the main bad guy’s cute henchmen, did he expected his life to turn out as he did~? I mean nowadays he is maried and the trophy hubby to the absurdly thicc famous star, the well known Kaede akamatsu~, but it would be fun to know how he actually ended in this paradise of a situation~

(The lenght, detail, stories and all is up to you friend, also you’re amazing.)

(Thank you @cowedeacumootsu for the pics and the ask. Also YOU'RE amazing <3)

Shuichi was quite nervous, but also excited. Being a detective had never come naturally, but it had come easily, at least. He'd spent his whole life steeped in that world. But acting?

He'd never even thought of it. Not even in his wildest dreams. Never held an interest in it.

But while he'd been on a forced vacation due to his uncle needing to close his agency for a few weeks, he'd stumbled across a poster.

'Magical Starlight: Kaede Akamatsu and The Mystery Of Love'

It was some sort of magical girl kids show, Shuichi thought. He'd heard of it in passing, caught an advert for it on tv once or twice.

But what caught his eye was the line at the bottom of the poster.

'Open auditions! Amateurs are welcome!'

Shuichi didn't know what possessed him to note down the number. Or call the casting director. Or show up and actually try. Or even worse, what had possessed the casting crew to actually call him back.

But here he was. Dressed in what could only be very charitably called a costume.

He couldn't believe he would be wearing this on live television, much less in a kids' show!

He was still shuffling in place in the changing room, debating the merits of trying to flee when she knocked on the door, making his back shoot up straight.

"Shu-chan~ Are you done changing?" A melodious voice sounded through the door, and Shuichi gulped.

"Y-Yeah…" He found himself answering, and the moment he did, the door was open, letting his co-star in, and making Shuichi blush like a tomato, seeing her in her own costume.

The thicc-as-oatmeal woman was practically spilling out the edges of her tiny magical girl costume. Shuichi's hands trembled slightly as Miss Akamatsu entered the room, her every step making mounds of flesh jiggle temptingly.

She smiled widely when she laid eyes on him, making him shuffle in place, embarrassed. "You look outright delicious, Shu-chan!" She said happily, the slightest hint of a blush coloring her cheeks.

Shuichi choked on his breath as Miss Akamatsu stepped closer and closer to him, making him look up at her. The older woman had at least half a foot on him, and that was before she put on her heels.

"Th-Thanks?" He stuttered, a hand coming up to the brim of his nonexistent hat, to grasp only air and leaving him to simply look down to the ground.

It was hard to not be intimidated when he was in the presence of the Kaede Akamatsu. The woman seemed blessed by the very gods to succeed in whatever she tried her hand at. She used to be a world-renowned pianist, before becoming an acclaimed actress, not to mention her good looks and shining personality.

Miss Akamatsu was simply born to be a star, unlike shy and gloomy Shuichi. But that was why they were here, wasn't it?

"Stop looking so down, Shu-chan~" Miss Akamatsu sing-sang, leaning down to his level and making Shuichi blush even harder at the view of her cleavage she offered.

He forced his eyes to look up at her, not directly into her eyes of course, lest he loses his voice once more. "S-Sorry, Miss Akamatsu." He apologized.

The blonde pouted. "'Miss Akamatsu'? I'm not that old, you know? Call me Kaede~" She demanded.

Shuichi bashfully nodded. "S-Sure." He said, pointedly not actually using her name, and making the blonde pout even harder.

He jumped when her delicate hand landed on his shoulder, her perfectly manicured hand teasing his barely-covered skin and giving him goosebumps.

"You'd think someone would show more gratitude when I graciously offer my precious time to help them learn…" she mumbled, making Shuichi's face pale.

"I-I am grateful!" He insisted, his hands coming up in front of his chest as if to surrender. But he truly was.

Shuichi might've passed the audition, but it was quite clear that he was lagging behind the rest of the crew, justifiably so.

And that was when Miss Akamatsu approached him and offered to help him learn his lines and practice with her.

"If it weren't for your help, I probably wouldn't stand a chance… Of course, I'm grateful." Shuichi ended up mumbling, a blush dusting his cheeks as he stared at the tip of his boots.

He heard Miss Akamatsu hum in the back of her throat, before her hand grabbed hold of his chin in her fingers, making Shuichi jump, eyes wide in bewilderment. She slowly forced him to look up at her, the silky smooth skin of her fingers tickling Shuichi as she did.

Shuichi's eyes were caught in the blonde's as she stared down at him, making his heart beat against his ribcage faster and faster.

"So? What do we say?" Miss Akamatsu asked leadingly, making Shuichi's mouth dry out.

"Th-Thank you-"

"'Thank you' who?"

Shuichi was drowning in twin pools of blue. "Thank you, Kaede…" he said, feeling out of breath and making Kaede giggle.

Her hand patted the top of his head, making him blush once again. "Was that so hard, Shu-chan?" She said, obviously pleased with herself, before spinning on her heel and making the detective blink as eye contact was finally broken. “Now come on! We haven’t got all night~”

As she spoke, she left Shuichi’s changing room, leaving him blinking and staring stupidly at his closed door. The detective let out a shuddering breath, and adjusted his suddenly too-tight bottom, though thankfully, they didn’t let anything appear through them, which honestly surprised him.

Pleasantly so, of course. The last thing he wanted was for Miss- for Kaede to think he was some kind of pervert.

He breathed in deep, trying to calm his nerves, and stepped out, following Kaede on the empty set.

The studio was empty, the last employee having long since left for the night, but Kaede had somehow managed to get them permission to use the studio for Shuichi to practice. And in the middle of the half-constructed throne room set, her legs slightly spread and her hands on her hips, her shoulders squared and her chest thrust out, Kaede stood, smiling at him.

Shuichi blushed as he couldn’t stop himself from ogling her, but if Kaede noticed, she made no mention of it. “Are you ready to begin, Shu-chan?” She asked instead as Shuichi stepped closer, though he stopped maybe half-a-dozen steps away, where the script wanted him to be. In front of the imposing throne, between it and Kaede.

He took in a shaky breath, before nodding with as much certainty as he could muster, which wasn’t all that much.

Kaede licked her lips in response. “Then begin whenever you’re ready, cutie~”

Shuichi shivered, his blush redoubling in intensity. He was glad his mask was covering his face right now. But he tried to chase the fantasies Kaede kept inspiring in him, and closed his eyes, focusing on his character.

While he was new at acting, memorizing his lines was hardly a challenge for the detective.

He gave Kaede his best frown, and posed dramatically, ignoring the embarrassment the pose provoked in him. “S-So you’ve come, Kaede!” He declared with a voice that was intended to be confident. Though he powered through. “If you think that I’ll allow you to reach the Heart of Hate without a fight, then you’re dead wrong!”

Kaede chuckled behind a raised hand, making Shuichi falter. “Um-”

But before he could point out her mistake(?), she pointed at him dramatically. “It is you who is dead wrong, Shu-chan!” That wasn’t his name in the script!? Was Kaede improvising!? “I’m here for something much more important than that!” She declared, taking a step forward and making Shuichi step back in response.

His mouth worked soundlessly for a moment, trying to come up with something to say. “I-Is that so?” He questioned, torn between asking Kaede for an explanation and simply going with the flow of the experienced actress. “A-And, what is that?”

Kaede smiled even wider as she continued to walk toward a retreating Shuichi. Or at least he had been before he bumped into the throne. And before he could readjust his course, Kaede closed those few final meters between the two. Her arms fell on the armrests on either side of him, trapping him between her and the seat, leering down at him.

“Isn’t it obvious?” She asked, a hungry gleam in her eyes that made Shuichi gulp.

“Love~”

“OOOOOOHHH~” Shu-chan howled like an animal, his hips flush against Kaede’s chest, cumming once more against her softness.

“Fufufu~” Kaede sultrily chuckled. Shuichi was bent over, leaning over the throne’s seat, his musky cock trapped beneath him in her large cleavage. She tightened it like a vice with her elbows, and held onto Shuichi’s hips with her hands, not allowing him the range to actually pull his cock out.

Shui-chan had been cute before, but like this, with his cute butt in her face and his balls twitching as she milked him, he was positively delicious~

“Go on, Shu-chan~ You can shoot one more for me, can’t you?” Kaede teased the poor boy, making him whine, but the moment she tightened the grip her chest had around his cock, it transformed into a moan, and his hips began bouncing once more, his balls clapping against the top of her chest.

She licked her lips, before catching one of them in her mouth, moaning at its salty taste, and making Shu-chan cry out, and redouble his efforts at cumming. She thoroughly bathed it in her saliva, savoring its musky taste.

Honestly, such a dangerous cock shouldn’t be attached to such a cute boi~ No doubt any other woman would’ve had her brain melting out of her pussy from the smell alone, but Kaede wasn’t just anyone.

She’d teach this naughty cock just who was top dog.

It didn’t take long for her to feel the nut twitch energetically on her tongue as Shuichi flooded her tits with yet another cumshot. They hadn’t lost any of their volume or thickness, even after three other just-as-voluminous ejaculations.

Kaede would have to pull out the big guns. Not that it would be a big sacrifice on her part~

She let go of Shu-chan’s hips just as he pulled back, surprising him and freeing his length unexpectedly, and used the little space he’d left to sneak around him, dropping herself on the throne in front of him.

She could see the haze of pleasure in his eyes drowning out all of his other thoughts, and chuckled once more. Adorable~

He whined at the lost pleasure and almost immediately began trying to climb her and resume his mindless thrusting, but Kaede’s hand on his chest was enough to stop him. He stared up at her with his eyes full of begging, at least until Kaede spread her legs, revealing her drenched pussy to him.

The effect was immediate. Shu-chan's pleasure-drunk brain suddenly realized that, more than cum, he could breed~ And it didn't wait a moment to do exactly that, hurriedly pulling Kaede's sticky panties to the side, before plunging his thick cock inside of her depths, making her moan throatily.

His wild thrusting became even wilder as he battered her insides, desperate to fill her up with his seed, to mark her as his forevermore. Of course, Kaede's tight love tunnel was far from helping him calm down. His cock was choked by her warm wetness, her muscles spasming around him as he pulled her first orgasm of the night from her.

Kaede smiled sultrily as she observed Shu-chan's pleasure-distorted face from behind her fluttering eyes. His tongue was hanging from his mouth like a wild dog's, and, well, she simply couldn't resist that invitation.

She leaned down to meet him, and quickly stole his lips and kissed him hungrily, wrestling his tongue into submission, for while Shuichi might have the energy and wildness of a beast, Kaede knew how to tame it with ease, and forced him to dance to her tune as she stared into his rolling eyes.

She broke the kiss for a moment, sending one of her hands to his ass, and grabbing a handful of his soft cheek, encouraging him to go even faster, even harder, before forcing him to swallow her next moan.

She bit his lip unexpectedly, tugging at it slightly and making Shu-chan gasp.

"You're mine." She growled, her teeth working his lip over.

"Your body's mine. Your heart's mine. Your cum's mine~ and I want it! Give it to me! Cum!" Kaede demanded, meeting each of Shu-chan's thrusts with her own, and making the boy cry out in pleasure as she did.

And eventually, Shu-chan's resolve broke, as he emptied his balls into her, making Kaede gasp under him as her belly was filled with his warm seed, again and again, until the excess poured out from around his cock.

Shu-chan's body fell atop Kaede's as his strength left him, melting into her as his cock throbbed inside of her.

"Yours. Yours yours yours yours-" He was mumbling under his breath and making Kaede's own heart melt.

"What a good boi you are, Shu-chan~" She praised, squeezing him against her as she did, and making Shu-chan moan once more, though he didn't so much as twitch a muscle.

He was tired it seemed~ Well, Kaede would just have to make sure he slept comfortably, wouldn't she? And, well…

She'd deal with the mess in the morning. Or maybe she'd just steal Shu-chan away to her home and deal with the director's complaints the day afterward, or even the day after that.

She wouldn't allow Shu-chan to leave until he'd satisfied her, or maybe not even then.

She could use a cute little hubby after all~

#cowedeacumootsu #ask response #ShuichiSaihara18 #KaedeAkamatsu18 #TheLewdPokeManik's Stories #ai art

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hobiiiiiworld · 2 years

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A piece of us | KSJ - Epilogue

Synopsis: Three years later you find out something exiting.

Pairing: Reader x Kim Seokjin

Genres: Marriage | Fighting | Pregnancy

Word Count: 2K

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You sit on the bathroom floor, tears pouring down. In front of you are four different pregnancy tests - all positive. You and Seokjin haven't exactly been trying, but you haven't been using protection since welcoming your daughter into this world three years ago, either. Deep down you knew this could happen, and you silently hoped for it, too. However, never, in your wildest dreams, would you imagine it actually happening: getting pregnant for the second time. Having another baby with the man you live.

"I'm home, girls!" Seokjin shouts from the hallway, probably forgetting your daughter's playdate, which you conveniently scheduled for today so you could take the tests without your daughter banging on the door, crying because you locked the door for once.

"In here," you shout back, standing up with shaking legs. After a couple of seconds, Seokjin approaches the bathroom, looking at you with big eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asks, rushing to your side and hugging you tightly, kissing the top of your head. "What happened?"

"Look," you say, freeing yourself to show him the positive pregnancy tests. "I just found out."

"Oh my god." Seokjin´s first reaction is to laugh, pick you up and spin you around. As he puts you down he kisses you deeply, forgetting everything except the two of you. Then, something enter his mind. "Where's Tae?"

"Playdate," you tell him.

"How did… Why did… I'm so happy I don't even know what to say right now," he says, studying the tests. A realization hits him, filing him with hope and excitement. "This means I can finally do everything right. Last time everything was a mess, but now I can be here for you. I have so many regrets from the first pregnancy, maybe I finally can try and make something right."

"You're happy?"

"Of course I am! Not just happy, extatic," he says, pausing. Seokjin falters a little as he takes in your tears. "Are you?"

"I am! It's just a lot. Honestly, I didn't think we would ever get to do it again. To have a good pregnancy," you tell him honestly. "And I'm scared from last time. Not only was I all alone last time, but I also had that scary experience when I started to bleed. Seokjin, there is so much I haven't told you. Did you know I had the worst morning sickness?"

"You haven't," he says, hugging you. "But I'm here now, I can be here for you and experience it all with you this time. Trust me, everything is so much more stable. I am much more stable. And I'm here, for whatever you need." He looks at you for a while. "I'm sorry it turned out like this, baby. This should be an happy occasion, but it ´s tainted."

"You're right, things will be different this time," you say, giving him a kiss. "I trust you. I can be happy about this. "

"So… Should we celebrate?"

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking a steaming hot bath, some snacks and a good drink. Just the two of us."

"Sounds perfect."

It's dinnertime. You, Seokjin and Taeyang are sitting by the dinner table, Seokjin cutting up the food for your daughter while you just look at them, loving them so indescribably much.

"Darling," Seokjin says to you, nodding his head. You nod back. "Tae, baby, there is something we have to talk to you about. Mom and dad want to tell you something exiting," he says.

"Exiling?" Taeyang asks.

"Exiting, honey. Exiting," you tell her, and she repeats the word back to you. "It means something that makes us happy."

"Am I exiting?"

"The most exiting thing in the world," Seokjin tells her, smiling lovingly at her. Right now, it feels like his heart might grow out of his chest. " Are you ready to hear the other exiting thing?"

"Yes!"

"Do you know how you were made?" you ask, earning a shake of the head. "Well, mom and dad decided we wanted to have you, so we gathered all the love we had for each other and put it in my belly. Then, you started to grow inside of mommy's tummy."

"How?"

"Well, mommy has something in her tummy that grows babies, and first, she grew you!" you tell her.

"How?"

Seokjin chuckles. "It's difficult to explain everything to you right now, but do you want to hear something very exiting? Something just as exiting as you?" Taeyang nods her head enthusiastically. "Right now, in mommy's tummy, there is another baby growing."

"How?"

"Dad and I wanted to have another baby," you tell her.

"What about me?"

"You will have a little sister or brother! Someone you can share your love with, your sadness with, and your happiness with." Taeyang looks displeased, and so you go on. "And we will love her just the same as we love you, not any less, not any more."

"How?"

"Mom and dad will have to grow their hearts to make room for the love we have for him or her," you explain, watching as Taeyang looks at you with huge eyes.

Seokjin smiles and places Taeyang drink in front of her, reminding her to drink. "Baby, this means you will always have someone to play with and talk to. Doesn't it sound fun?"

"I dont know…"

"How come?" Seokjin asks.

"What if the baby doesn't like me? Or if I don't like baby?"

"We don´t want you to worry about that. The baby will love you because you're you. And if you're angry at the baby then you have to come to mom or dad and talk to us about it and we can figure something out. However, I don't think that will happen. Do you know why?" Taeyang shakes her head, and Seokjin goes on. "Because siblings have a bond that makes them love each other. Maybe you feel it already?"

"Can I touch the tummy?"

You stand up and show them your non-existing baby belly. Your daughter stretches out her hand and touches the stomach, closing her eyes hard.

"I feel it! I feel it!" she shouts, making you and Seokjin laugh.

"See, I told you."

"Remember Taeyang, mom and dad will always love you," you say, hugging your daughter.

"Yes, always."

You walk in, your daughter on your hip. You don't really know why your heart is beating so fast, or why your hands are so clammy. There is nothing to be nervous about. Your mum and dad, Seokjin´s mum and Seokjin are all waiting for you in the living room. As soon as Taeyang sees Seokjin´s mom, she starts to fuss, demanding to be let down with her whole entire body-language.

"Granny!" She shouts, running as fast as she can, stretching her little hands in the air in front of her. It's a luxury seing her granny as she lives so far away, and always reacts the same when she sees her.

"My lovely. How are you?" She asks, leaning so your mum can greet Teayang as well.

"I have new toy!" You daughter says, pointing to her new pretend doctor set in the corner of the living room. Taeyang is put down and runs directly to it, ignoring the grownups again. You share hugs and settle down on the couch.

"It's great that we could all gather again. It's been too long," you say, grabbing your husband's hand.

"It has! I was saying this to Jinia just the other day. How great of you to arrange this," his mother says. "Have you been well?" She asks your parents.

"Oh yes. I just retired," you dad says happily.

"That sounds nice."

"I finally have time for my lovely wife," he says. "But she thinks I should take a cooking course."

"Yes, dear. Then it wouldn't hurt my tastebuds as much," your mum teases, clearly not meaning it.

There is a couple of seconds of silence, and then Seokjin speaks up, making your heart rate pick up. "Tae baby? Can you come here for a minute? Your grandparents wants to see your new shirt."

Happily, your daughter runs over, proudly displaying her new shirt. In yellow glitter it says: Best big sister! You parents look confused.

"What?" You mum asks.

"We're pregnant," Seokjin finally says, and you can tell how happy he is that the two of you can do it properly this time. "Again." Your parents erupt with joy, all of them moving forward to hug you, Seokjin and Taeyang.

"Congratulations!"

"It's finally happening again!"

"There you go!"

"How far along are you?" Seokjin´s mom asks, placing her arm carefully around your shoulders.

"Just 3 months, but it's getting harder to hide it," you say with your hand over the small baby belly.

"We are so happy for you," your mum says, drying her tears.

"You did good," you dad tells you, kissing the top of your head. "And you," he tells Seokjin, grasping his hand, but seemingly changing his mind, dragging him into a hug. Then, he picks up his first grandchild. "What about you? Are you exited to be a big sister? You know, they will always look up to you. You will probably be their hero," he says, clearly making your daughter light up.

"Mommy says her heart will have to get bigger with all her love for us! I think the same thing happen to my heart, it feels big."

"That's right. And dad's heart is getting bigger too, it will only continue to grow to make more space for all of us. He already loves us so much, I think his heart will become the biggest one," you tell her.

Taeyang places her head over her granddad's heart. "What about grandad?"

"Of course, I can feel my heart getting bigger already," he plays along.

"No." You daughter announces. "My heart is biggest."

You almost cry - what a perfect family you have.

Seokjin enters the car, already late for work. Taeyang was fussing over he shoes this morning, and made the two of them late. As if Seokjin´s life wasn't busy enough already with a very, very, very pregnant wife, a toddler and his own company just taking off. He wouldn't trade it off for anything, though. Finally he feels like things are settling down after the scandal that blew up when he left his management.

He sees your name on his phone: missed call. He instantly hits call, waiting impatiently.

"Hi, darling!" He says once you accept. On the other side of the phone he only hears heavy breathing. "Is it happening?" He asks.

"Yes! Meet me at the hospital," you manage to say and hang up.

And no, Seokjin doesn't speed. There is another, perfectly logical, explanation as to how he is at the hospital only ten minutes later, even if the drives normally takes fifteen minutes.

He runs up to the front desk, telling them his wife is in labour and is coming her. They ask for your name, and can inform him that he came here before you.

All he can do as he waits for you in the private room is fix the duvet on the bed and draw the curtains. Then open them again, just in case you want some light. He realizes that you probably prefer privacy over lighting, and close them again.

And then you enter, and Seokjin loses all track of time and space. All he knows is you, the pain you feel and the swivel of emotions he is feeling. You're wearing a look Seokjin has never seen before, and he is so proud he could cry. You're doing so well, everyone are telling you so, but Seokjin still tells you. Again and again as he holds your hand, brings you ice chips and places a cold cloth to your forehead. He wishes there was more he could do, but settles down with the thought that he, at least, is here this time.

Before he can properly prepare himself, you are told to push, and push you do. Things happen so fast, and he doesn't know anything anymore. Nothing makes sense anymore, but it doesn't matter, because your are delivering his second baby girl, and he has never seen anything like it. Never felt anything like it. Tears mixes with sweat. And then it comes: the scream. And Seokjin knows:

Nothing will ever be good enough after this. Nothing will ever come close to this feeling.

End Note:

I hope you all enjoyed this story. Seokjin really came a long way! We´re all proud of him, aren´t we? <3

Thank you to those who gave kudos or commented, it really means the world! I´m planning another story, so keep a lookout.

Thank you thank you thank you

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🥺🎢💖👀😬 for the ask game? -💙

<3 <3 <3 Thank you!

...you know it'd help if my computer would actually display all of these emojis. Luckily my phone does so cross referencing time!

(...oh yeah that length thing.)

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

...I can point at it but I'm not sure how to put it into words, but: people understanding and caring about each other, not because they Just Get It When No One Else Does, but because they're okay with not getting it so long as they know what the other person wants/needs.

Also people prioritizing each other in unconventional ways and despite not being expected to. (Whiiiich mostly means 'while not in a romantic or parent/child relationship.')

Basically I like it when characters are important to and care about each other (especially in ways that are very specific to the characters and not culturally standardized), but I want it to be... organic isn't a good word; I like when characters click and I like when they've built something powerful over time, but I very strongly prefer that they could have built something equally good and strong and valuable with other people if they'd made different choices/the situation had been different (or maybe even they have! I love when characters have multiple strong and different relationships), and I tend to be :/ about anything that feels too much like Destined One True Love No One Else Will Ever Love Or Understand You Like This.

(Except that I do enjoy soulmate fics. I am vast and bewildering to myself as well. Although I like a lot of tropes that make things I am otherwise uncomfortable with explicit and a major part of the worldbuilding.)

It's also very easy to get me with characters that are... hm, not rejected entirely, but conditionally tolerated? "You're weird and annoying/otherwise disliked, but you're useful, so we'll be polite, but you're only welcome so long as you're being useful, not as a friend or anything." Or characters that have internalized the idea that they're only acceptable to the extent that they're useful.

Also it's not exactly feels, but I love snarky characters and good banter.

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

...hard to say, but it's probably a Girl Genius fic. That fandom is just wild inherently.

I think if I'd gotten very far with it Yet To Be A Legend probably would have won, since it was meant to be Agatha POV as she broke through and learned that she was a Heterodyne while escaping/adventuring through the wastelands. Buuuut it only got two chapters, so that didn't really happen.

As it is, Somebody Else's Dream might win, because while the actual in-story emotional arc is pretty standard, the context is... I believe @songwithnosoul called it "a charming tale of kidnapping and coercion" and, well, yeah. Yeah. Girl Genius is Like That.

💖 What made you start writing?

Genuinely no idea. The first story I remember writing (outside of school assignments) was because I wanted a character who had escaped her abusive family in canon (Menolly, for those who know Pern) to go home and Show Them All how great she was so they would be forced to recognize how wrong they'd been about her and feel bad about it. So I just started writing it, with full plans to mail it to the author, be praised for how great it was, and have it officially published as part of the canon, because I did not yet know what fandom or fanfic was and thought I was the first person to ever have this idea.

(Luckily I was about 10-11 and abandoned it after about a page and a half, or else Anne McCaffrey, the canon author, would still be suing me.)

I'm pretty sure I'd been writing before that, though, so I have absolutely no idea where it started. It's just a thing I've Always Done, which is actually very inexplicable since my family is fully STEM-oriented and all encouragement was toward Being A Scientist. I was an obsessive reader as a kid though (like, I recall being about 8-9 and being able to read while I walked through the hallways between classes, because I would not put books down even that long), so writing was probably a result of that somehow.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

Currently all my writing energy is going into either original(ish) stuff or Blessed Sacrifice AU (cowritten with @denialcity/@codedredalert, Naruto Founders "hey what if we took this ship-enabling trope and went WAY into the deep end of worldbuilding and consequences for it? ooh look, a shiny supernatural idea--").

I don't want to get very spoilery, but I'm slowly working on a few side fics (oneshots probably, with another POV, but no major plot developments/not actually necessary to read to know what's going on in the main fics), one from each of Izuna's parents' POVs.

There's also the (not yet titled) next main fic in the series, which will be Tobirama's POV (ooor maybe shared with other Senju), and get into how other clans view the Uchiha and their whole Thing with red-eyed people and yomotsu-shikome. Also Uzumaki religion!

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

*sliiiiides the 45k of problematic city alpha/omega AU behind a curtain*

I feel the need to specify: the alpha/omega is not the source of any of the problematicness. The characters are just awful all on their own. If anything they're actually less problematic in the alpha/omega AU.

Anyway though that one's not getting posted, so really if my... okay well basically all my friends are in fandom one way or another and have probably been linked to my AO3 at some point, that's not saying much.

But if family/coworkers somehow found my AO3, ehhhh whatever. I don't really write smut so, I guess there's the dramatic sort of poetry from when I was 15? But nothing is particularly embarrassing or more personal than People I Know Reading My Writing is in general. If anything family reading my fanfic might be less awkward than them reading my original writing, because the canon provides a bit more interference between me and whatever they read.

Thank you again!

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Episode 24 - Money Matters: Scott Peppet on Conflict, Spirituality, and Ethical Wealth

Scott Peppet

inheriting money's really complicated for people, and often very damaging, and very difficult if you live bunch of money to your kid or your grandkid. And there's no preparation for that. And there's no training and there's no learning. And there's no, there's no conversation of like the one we're having about, what is this? What is its purpose? What is it going to do in your life, you're essentially handing that kid a loaded gun, and saying, figure it out as you go.

Nik Tarascio

Today, we're going to be talking about something that is probably one of the most taboo subjects, especially in America, you're not allowed to ask someone how much money they have, what do they have in the bank. And really, it's a conversation that dominates so many of us either chasing after it putting all of our time into getting more defining our self worth by the size of our bank account, or the size of our business. Those of us that inherited money feeling guilty, we deserve it. What would people think if they knew how much we had, if we don't have enough, you know, we are afraid of what the world's gonna do to us. It's so it's so interesting. It's a it's a thing that takes up so much of our life, we don't really talk about it. And so this, this next person is probably one of the few people that can really speak on not just the money piece, our relationship to the money, but really the spiritual aspect of it. What does it mean in our life? What does money mean? What are we supposed to do with it? And how do we find true fulfillment? Despite our relationship, our complex relationship to money?

Welcome to the dream beyond. I'm your host, Nik Tarascio. I'm a CEO, musician, an overall seeker of Truth, inspiration, and simply put, how to live the most fulfilling life possible. Growing up surrounded by extremely wealthy and successful people gave me unique and unfiltered perspectives of those who have seemingly made it through on the dream beyond, we're letting you in on what it really takes to achieve your dreams. What happens when it turns out your destination isn't the promised land, you are expecting how to process the lessons from your past while mapping of course to true fulfillment. Let's get started.

Hey, guys, I'm here with someone who for 18 years was a professor of law at the University of Colorado, he focused on bargaining dispute resolution transactional law and the complexities of multi generational family enterprises. He also serves as president of a family office in which he's part of second generation. He speaks regularly on the topics of family offices, private trust companies and intergenerational leadership. And he's also an ordained Zen Buddhist priest, which I think is so cool to have that broad swath of experience. Please welcome Scott tablet to the show. Thanks for being here, Scott. Awesome. So I would love to dive in with kind of your earliest relationship or earliest memories to the concept of money and wealth when when you were young, or a child, for example.

Scott Peppet

That's an interesting question. I not sure I remember. The very first experiences I remember. So my, my parents were sort of Midwestern. You know, kids who first in their families, both to go to college. And my dad was a management consultant. He ended up working for Pete Mauer such became keep KPMG. And so they did incredibly well, by any standard they had in their heads of what they could have expected. Right? They, I think they they succeeded far beyond their wildest dreams, but a very, very nice or upper middle class, you know, professional life. I remember probably the earliest memory I have money was my, when we used to ask my father where money came from, or like, how do we pay for things? He would say, he came from the sky. Like it was the somehow it like, you know, arrived. And I remember in retrospect, thinking about that, and thinking later, as an adult, that it was clear that it wasn't something he was very comfortable talking about. Right? It was, it was like an answer that made it sort of ended the conversation, right, it just sort of money kind of appeared. But it wasn't something you know, I was privileged to not have to worry a lot about money growing up. Unlike the two of them, and they when they were growing up. My mom was raised in a boarding house. So I mean, like they had grown up in relatively very different circumstances. But it wasn't until I was you know, going to college with young adult that I started really thinking about money and and how it worked.

Nik Tarascio

It was part of your upbringing, this concept of money coming from the sky. I've never heard that before. That's a really interesting idea. And I'm wondering if that in any way influenced your path in college or I mean, how did you end up going down this road of getting involved in you know, kind of family law and and transactional, all that kind of stuff.

Scott Peppet

So I was a Peace Studies major as an undergrad I grew up in part of my life. And I was very young we grew up in, in France, and it was the 70s. And the Cold War was happening and conflict was a real thing. And World War Two, was still a very real memory in Europe, when I was little. And so I think a lot of that influenced me, and I was very focused on conflict and conflict resolution in college. And then when I went to law school, the whole thing I didn't think a lot about, you know, I've always, for whatever reason, money was never particularly interesting to me as a, like, I'm gonna go out and make a lot of money, it was never a real goal of mine, I always thought that I wanted to teach, I always thought that I wanted to do something in the conflict, world to make the world, you know, more peaceful. And so that was really always the vector that I was on was, was a more academic vector. What's always been weird about my life, or my karma, or something is, I've always ended up attracting financial capital or ending up in these contexts with a great deal of financial capital, working with families that had, you know, family businesses, or family wealth or family foundations and then marrying into a family with a large family enterprise. And so I don't know why that is. I'm not sure how that happened. Exactly. But I've always found myself in those contexts, which is a little strange.

Nik Tarascio

Like, so how did how did your relationship and as an adult, and even through this work and managing conflict? How did your relationship to wealth start to develop on its own?

Scott Peppet

It's a good question. I mean, I think that, you know, I went to law school and I had this conflict related business that I ran, I was a consultant that I worked with all kinds of different organizations doing conflict management, and conflict resolution, you know, communication skills, negotiation, all that stuff. And so I always felt in my, let's call it in my 20s, or in my 30s, like, I could make enough money. Like, if I needed more, I could go make more, because I was essentially working on a kind of per day basis, right? So you needed more, you had to go find more clients and work more days, I think that the reality is I always was more focused on human capital than on financial capital, just as a human being right as a person. So I was a teacher, I wanted to be a teacher. I was a conflict. person, right? So I was a mediator and a conflict resolution expert. And so my whole thing was trying to get humans to, to be less confused and right to figure out how their way through conflict in a way that was less damaging to them and to others. And so human capital was really always the thing that was more interesting to me than financial capital, financial capital, I think, for a long time felt not toxic, but sort of risky, right? Like it was a thing and it existed in the world, and they had to deal with it. But like, I was never attracted to the, to the Wall Street world, I was never attracted to the big law firm world, you know, we're where the money centers are. I was always much more attracted to human potential and human growth, and, and all of that, and my Zen practice, and my Buddhist practice was probably part of that, too. And it wasn't until much later that I think I kind of combined to reconcile those things, most likely.

Nik Tarascio

Yeah, it's it's interesting to also, you know, in my mind, I think about how conflict often centers around money. Yeah, it's like when you think of in family, or even, like, so taboo, I often talk with friends about that, where it's like, if I want to offend someone, I can ask them anything about their sex life, their politics, their political leanings. But if I'm like, How much money do you have? Yeah, it's like, whoa, whoa, whoa, take it easy, buddy. We're not allowed to talk about that. Yeah, it's interesting that it's kind of the the one big black box we have at least least in in the American way, you don't really talk about it. And I think of like, when I when I play out a lot of the conflicts I grew up around. I imagine a lot of that was somehow related to me who got more money or, like, you know, if someone died, and we were trying to pass something down to the family, all the fighting that happens when people are trying to figure out how to divide an estate.

Scott Peppet

Yeah, I don't know that it's true. I can't verify the quote, but I've heard it said that Freud said, sex, religion and money were the three big taboos. And that money was the, you know, the most extreme of those three that you could, people would talk about the other two, way more than they would talk about money. I think it's true. It's true in our culture. You're right, people. People will talk about almost anything now. But they very rarely want to talk about how much they make, how much you make, how much you have, how much they have, where it came from. And yeah, I mean, the conflict thing. Money is a proxy for all kinds of things, right? I mean, money is a proxy for love. Money is a proxy for attention in families, you know, where money can be used in a lot of different ways that isn't always very healthy, and leads to lots of calm flecked where you're arguing about the money. But really what you're arguing about is, Did mom love me more? Are you more, you know? Or Why did dad pay so much more attention to you when we were in high school, and even fighting decades later over an estate plan or something? Because it's a proxy for all of that.

Nik Tarascio

My my curiosity goes to a comment a friend of mine settled a long time ago was money always finds its way back to its rightful owners. And I think he was really alluding to like, yeah, you could win lotto you could come into a bunch of money, but it's gonna go back to people that understand how to hold the energy of it. And I'm wondering like, is, is the ability to manage conflict, somehow tethered to the ability to hold lots of money? Or are there other behaviors or characteristics that you'd say people that hold a lot of money and keep a lot of money has to be able to be good? Oops?

Scott Peppet

Well, I think your friend is referring to the basic principle of entropy, right? I mean, the universe is an entropic place. And so the reality is, money is just, you know, aggregated energy and material for right. It's essentially energy. This is from my, my great friend, Jay Hughes. But money is essentially just energy that's been transformed into matter and stored in physical form. And energy, as we know, is in Tropic, right. So the generally, the systems get colder over time. And so I mean, that's a incredible abbreviation, but essentially, right. And so, I do think that, you know, the old adage is that, you know, shirtsleeves to shirtsleeves, and three generations or whatever, it's, it's hard to concentrate energy into matter like that, and store it and have it remain in one place with one person or one family or one one business even controlling or enemy. If you look at the s&p 500. Right now, how many businesses are on the s&p 500? That were there 100 years ago, it's a very small number, for the same reason. And so, to a certain extent, you know, I think your friends common is probably right, which is money, I'm not sure if it gets back to the rightful place necessarily, but it tends to dissipate, right, it tends to go back to the river back to the mean, and a lot of and that's probably, hey, actually, right. I mean, that's probably not a terrible thing. Lots of families and lots of businesses are fighting the uphill battle of trying to prevent that or trying to, you know, maintain what they have. And that's also okay, but but it is, it is, I think, endemic in, in the way the world works, that it's hard to do. And you're fighting against natural forces, including just that families, you know, most families, for example, that have great financial capital, it's because of some person who started the business, right? And did really well, or maybe multiple generations of people. But that talent, that skill, that luck, that ability, doesn't always, you know, get replicated in many, many future generations highly unlikely, with what a great wealth creator has done. And so it's highly unlikely that someone else is going to come along and continue that. And so again, you know, family systems doing what they are, it's typical, that the financial capital starts to dissipate. And I don't think that's necessarily, like I said, I don't think that's bad. I think it can be painful, right? It can be difficult for people, and it can be disorderly and chaotic and cause conflict, and all kinds of things, as it happens. And sometimes, you know, it happens more violently than others. You know, and, and, and sometimes it happens more peacefully, or more commonly, but But it's, I wouldn't say it's inevitable, but it's pretty typical.

Nik Tarascio

So the, the Buddhism piece of this Zen Buddhism, I guess, you know, as I was reflecting on your background, and your story of, you know, I just always assumed I could just work another day and make more if I needed to, that whole, like, they'll always be enough as kind of what I hear in that. And that's a place I've gone back to myself as I want to get to that space of can I just believe there always be enough. But the flip side being the pain of setting a bar of saying like, these are now my financial standards, and this is where I relate to the world and the energy I need to run it. That pain of the backslide. does Buddhism offer any perspective? Or does your spiritual practice offer any perspective for someone if I can, it's great that you have a, you may not be able to keep it. So there's value in learning how to come to peace with the fact that it may exit at some point, and you may not want to resist that process too much. And

Scott Peppet

it's funny that that's your follow up question, because as I was speaking, in a prior answer, I was thinking about the basic principle and Buddhism of impermanence, right? I mean, one of the very basic lessons of, of the historical Buddha is The that, that everything is impermanent, everything you know, everything you love everything, everyone you love, every thing you've built, it's all gonna go eventually, right? It's all gonna crumble and, and, and disappear. And that's an incredibly painful thing for humans, because we're attached to things, right? We love our family, we love our house, we love our gold watch, whatever, whatever we love, and are attached to will will vanish eventually, you know, none of it will last. And that's, you know, one of the Buddha's awakening insights was to see that impermanence in the world. So I do think that I mean, again, sort of laughing at myself in the prior answer. You know, it's, it's, if you're not, particularly if you're not clinging to it, the Buddhist practice is essentially a bow, not clinging to anything, right? That there is no, there's nothing to attach to, it's not even turtles all the way down, it's emptiness all the way down. And so it's it's a much the sort of Buddhist insight is that it's actually a much saner and healthier place to live from, if you can be honest with yourself about that impermanence in the world. And it makes you open your eyes to the wonder of what you have at this moment, which is your health and your body and your love, and the people that you care about. And even though they're all gonna go and you're gonna go, you that brings enormous joy in if you can recognize it, but a lot of the time we live, you know, denying that back, right, trying to pretend that that's just not the nature of things. And, you know, we build up cryptic bank accounts and gripping houses, and, and gripping gravestones, and all these things, and none of it, none of it helps sight, the reality that at the end of the day, everything, you know, everything is impermanent. So I do think it's easier, maybe, for a Buddhist, or someone in that sort of practice tradition, to not hold quite so tightly to material things. I mean, I would hope it is, that doesn't mean being an aesthetic, it doesn't mean you don't like the things, it doesn't mean that having those things isn't nice. But it but it might change your relationship to that seeing or that wealth or that financial capital a little bit.

Nik Tarascio

I just started tapping into I think it's Pema children, I believe is her name, how you live is how you die. And so I'm really interested in this idea of impermanence. And it's something that I've heard from a lot of people in my business community and I know I deal with this a lot as I've kind of been on this spiritual path and meditating and interested in in different aspects of Buddhism. But the question always comes up is like, if I really come to terms with this idea of impermanence, or even, you know, embrace the idea that I'm dying, well, I stopped caring about money, right? Like, I don't want to stop caring about money. I don't want to get out of the game. And I hear a lot of that of like, I almost refuse to feel connected to the world around me and find that spiritual peace because I'm like, Well, what the hell am I gonna do anything for at that point? Nothing matters. I'll just be I'll just be sit in the sand enlightened on the streets in New York. Yeah,

Scott Peppet

no, I, I get that. Look, I there's a phrase that or a word that I think is helpful there, which is, I don't think that Buddhist practice or any kind of spiritual practice or meditative practice, whatever, whatever tradition it comes from, is about what I would what I would call calm ism. Right? It's not about you know, we use the word Zen in our culture as like, Oh, you're so zen, you know, you're so and what we mean is like, You're so calm, so chill. You don't get mad, you know, you're like super. And, and, and Zen practice. And most meditation practices, do change your relationship to your emotions. And so people can be quite calm. But Zen masters are not particularly flat. Right? They're not, they're not, they're not disengaged with the world. You're not zoning out, you know, and just sort of sitting in this Nirvana, Ik, blissful state. In fact, most masters that you see or read about are massively engaged with the suffering of the world, right and with the joy of the world. My Zen teacher was the weirdest dancer I've ever met. Right? I mean, he could get in there and go for it. And and the truth is same is true. Probably the best non Buddhists, of course, is His Holiness, the Dalai Lama, and Anyone who's ever seen him or seen a video of him, you know, he's a very joyful, engaged human being. He's not just sitting on a lotus flower, you know, wishing the world well. And so I do think that there's an initial question of like, well, gee, if I calm myself down so much, does that make me while I flatten out? Right? Well, it all just become like super groovy no matter what? And the answer is, look, kind of, but not really, right. You might be more engaged in the world, maybe differently, maybe slightly different goals or priorities. But I don't think the why I believe that that the goal is not detachment in that see, again, the words get real weird in the West for us, because Buddhists will use words like detachment, or dis attached, you know, detaching from things. And we hear that and we think, Oh, that means just like, zoning out, right. Like, and, and we're not trying to train a bunch of people to go to a Zendo or go to a monastery or whatever, and just zone out. If that's what we're trying to do. It's, that's not a particularly interesting project. Right. What we're trying to do is wake up. And what does that mean? And I think I think that that process engages not disengages, ultimately. But there is a, an A, there's a little worry about Will, am I just gonna I hear the worry, am I just gonna disengage? And I think the answer is no, if you're just disengaging, something's going wrong. We also hear like, you know, meditative practices about selflessness, or about changing your relationship to the ego. And that's true. I mean, at the at that most fundamental level, the the Buddha's, and many spiritual practices, core realization has to do with you not being quite what you think you are, right, that you're maybe a little less important in the story than, then maybe we are trained when we're growing up. But that doesn't mean you're going to end up just sitting staring at a wall in a in a meditation hall, you know, beat voit vacant, you're going to still wake up in the morning and need to do something. And so trying to do things that don't hurt people would be a good place to start. And trying to do things that actually help people would be a really good second place to start. But you're not going to end up doing nothing. Right? There is no not.

Nik Tarascio

So taking this background. And again, I imagine a lot of the people that are listening are in a space where they've generated a lot of wealth and their business, or they are multi generational. And I'm assuming you've dealt with a lot of those people that are like, hey, what do I do for the future? Or I have kids that I don't want to ruin with all of this wealth, and it transfers? Do you bring some of the spiritual perspective to the way that you have those conversations? Are those two separate worlds in your mind?

Scott Peppet

They're not two separate worlds, in my mind, you know, it's a delicate thing, because people come from all kinds of different spiritual practices and stress traditions or no spiritual tradition that they identify with. And so it's not something I don't typically lead with. But these conversations, I mean, as you said, at the beginning of the podcast, these conversations about money, take people to spirit very quickly, in a lot of conversation, right? Because Because money is tied to values, it's tied to purpose, it's tied to goals, it's tied to what they want for their children in their family. And so you're very quickly into the realm of the meaning of life, and the meaning of things, and not in the realm of taxes and balance sheets. There's taxes, a balance sheet, you know, to deal with and a lot of lawyers and all that stuff. But very quickly, what most people really want to think about is, is this going to hurt me? Is it going to hurt my children? Is it fair? You know, we live in a very unequal, you know, very difficult moment in in terms of money and wealth and the distribution of wealth. And people are wrestling with that. You know, all people are wrestling with that wealthy people are wrestling with that just like everybody else. So there's questions about what do I do to make an impact? How do I use what I've gotten through good fortune or whatever to be beneficial to others? Those are all spiritual questions. Those are all deep questions, right? about who we are as human beings and what we're doing here. So I don't see them as separate because everybody ends up in those same conversations, whichever route they get, you know, they follow to get

Nik Tarascio

one of the things you told me about in the past, which I never thought about it this way. You had talked about the idea that when you give someone a big inheritance, it's a little bit like I forgot, I don't know if he said it was nuclear energy or dropping a bomb or something like that, but I'd love to hear more about what you've seen and how it actually does. impact people as people are thinking about, like I wanted to make all this money be I don't want to just give it to my kids willy nilly. I don't want to just blow up their life.

Scott Peppet

Yeah, I mean, look, I again, with the caveat that this is, you know, a seriously first world problem, right? I mean, it's it's easy for people in our society in our culture right now to say, look, the poor rich people, you know, what are they so worried about and, and there's validity to that. And inheriting money is really complicated for people, and often very damaging and very difficult. i The the metaphor I probably used was a loaded gun, or some sort of, yeah, I mean, look at you, if you live bunch of money to your kid and your grandkid. And there's no preparation for that. And there's no training and there's no learning and there's no, there's no conversation of like the one we're having about, what is this? What is its purpose? What is it going to do in your life, you're essentially adding that kid a loaded gun, and saying figure it out as you go. And it's not so easy. And it's not so easy in a couple of ways. Sure, money makes material things much easier. So they're not going to starve, and they're not going to have to worry about where they live and how they're going to pay their rent. And that's a big deal. And it can be very demoralizing, it can be very degrading of someone's sense of self worth, to have money that they didn't earn. And that they're somebody else earned. Right? And that they're not, they might feel quite ashamed of, or at least ambivalent about, right? They're not sure. It's really okay. And like, I mean, I need way more 20 Somethings and 30 Somethings who have inherited some money, pick the number of zeros, I don't think it really matters. And who hide it, right? You hide it from their friends who hide it from their peers, who hide it from their significant others, you know, the people they're dating, because they're nervous about what it says about them, or what how it's going to be perceived, or the issues is going to raise?

And that's not good. And it's not, you know, you're not living an integrated life, if you're hiding all that stuff. And so again, you know, it's easy to say, well, poor, rich, good, you know, they'll figure it out. And, and, and, okay, but but the thing for me that's meaningful about this work is, look, the reality is, money does concentrate energy and material form. And it's not distributed equally, right. Okay. And we live in a society where we say, you're free to make money, as long as you do it legally, and you're free. If you've then amassed more money than you use in your lifetime, you're free to leave it to your heirs, as long as some of it goes to the government, right? And we incentivize people to give it away, but but you're allowed to leave some. So as long as we continue to live in that world. The the downside of inheritors, who are uncomfortable or, or have not integrated their financial capital into their lives in a real serious way where they feel ownership is they don't do anything with it, they end up sort of frozen and sort of stuck, right. And this is, I think, a spiritual challenge. Because they, you know, the social trope, or the social sort of story that we talked about is, oh, the trust funders, right, they're gonna go out and they're gonna buy Ferraris, and they're gonna, you know, blow it on champagne at clubs in New York, and there are some who are doing that. But the vast majority of the ones that I met, are not doing that what they're doing is they're frozen. They're stuck, not wanting to screw it up, not wanting to look weird to their peers, not wanting to really cut it, do anything with it, and they live this very kind of constrained life. And it's like we were we, as a society, we actually want you to own this so that you will go do good stuff with it, right? Like this is back to your engage disengage question, like, we want you to engage, we want you to feel like you own this enough that you can use it for climate change or use it for to alleviate suffering or poverty or, or whatever the thing is, you know, that that that you're going to engage with, we don't want you to leave it in some investment account for the next 100 years. And never feel like you can use it and redeploy it into the world. And so that's why it matters, right? I mean, I, I said to someone the other day, you know, we live in this really screwy moment in history, where we have climate change. On the one hand, the greatest threat probably that we've ever faced as a species or as a planet. And simultaneously, we have this massive wealth inequality. And I said, What if that's actually a blessing, where it happens to be that you could get, I don't know, some ungodly percentage of the world's financial capital organized by getting 1000 people in a room I mean, I don't know that it is. But I bet if you got the 1000 1000 people in a small arena, you could have 70% of the world's financial capital represented. Now, you can say, that's really disgusting. And that's terrible. But maybe since we have a collective action problem and climate change, the exact thing we need is to be able to organize all that financial capital really efficiently. So maybe that's a blessing, right? Maybe that's actually an opportunity. But not if all those people are frozen, and don't want to talk about any of this, right? Because they're never going to engage. What's

Nik Tarascio

the antidote? For those people being frozen? How do you how do you approach that?

Scott Peppet

Yeah, that's a great question. I mean, the inheritors that I've worked with, and talked to and counseled and whatever, I think the first thing is to start taking account of how they actually feel about their money or their financial cap, if they are hiding it from their friends, if they are, you know, I talked to somebody yesterday, who said, her son takes, you know, the cheapest flight home from university, and usually makes like three stops, you know, because it's like, the cheapest way to get home. And, and she said, What do I do about that? I said, you don't do anything except talk about it. Right? Like, start with? Why does this feel better to you? And again, I don't really care. I mean, if you want to take the cheapest flight, or the, or the direct flight, what doesn't really make any difference in the world. But at MIT, something's going on with that person, right? Like, he's making a choice. It's not totally clear why that feels impactful. Like, I'm not sure you're doing anything better from a carbon point of view. That's really big a difference in the world, you're still buying a ticket, right? Like, but the real answer was, she said, you know, he doesn't want his friends to, to know that you can afford the direct flight. Well, that's, that's emotionally harmful to him, right? He's, he's hiding something. And so the first place is to just start taking stock. What are the ways that this is leading you? Because because he's being dishonest. I mean, that's just let's put a point on it. Right? I met another inheritor who used to, she lived in an apartment in New York, and that her parents owned and she worked in a startup, which is I used to go out with my friends, because my office was right near where I lived. But at the end of the day, when we go out for drinks, or whatever, they'd all get on the subway to go back to Brooklyn, and I would go into the subway station, and then leave by a different exit, so that they didn't know that I lived in Midtown, I don't really care, except that you're being dishonest, right? That and you have as one of your core values, being honest and transparent with people, and you can't be if you're hiding this part of who you are. So, so one part is just beginning at the How are you behaving? How are you acting?

And is it actually aligned with who you said you want to be? And, and? And often the answer no, right? You might be spending too much. You might be hiding things. You might be whatever. But you might say, oh, yeah, I really, you know, I really care about making an impact on the world. But when I look at what you actually give away every year, it's not very much, right? And you're not very focused on it. And you kind of do it half assed and Okay, wait a minute, right? So let's try to figure out like, where are you in this journey of your relationship to financial capital? That's, that's kind of the beginning. I think. And, and often what we discover is, well, it's really complicated, right? The person, non person, let's say, or older person, it's really complicated. They have assumptions, they have stories, they have rules that they've inherited from their parents or their grandparents. And they have to reexamine those things. And really think about, well, is that how I want to live? There's no absolutes, right? There's no formula for how to do this. But one way not to do it is to be living counter to who you believe you are, or want to be in the world. That's, we know that's not going to be not going to feel good. That tends to get people somewhat unstuck. The other one, that's real simple for me is what brings you joy. You know, is this stuff bringing you joy? Like, are, you know, going to these meetings and assessment, that advisors and whatever, is it making you happy? Is it making the people around you happy? Is it making the world better? Are you are you happy with this? And very, very often even the people that we would describe in this sort of social story of like, the rich inheritor who's spending too much, they're often very unhappy. And they know they're unhappy. They just don't seem to want to identify with that right. They got to kind of So they have to slow down, and they have to really take stock of, of where they are. And that tends to then lead to conversations that get them less stuck. Right. Okay, so what does feel genuinely joyful to you? Well, when I help people are when I would ever want to when I run my business or when I, you know, okay, let's do more of that, right, let's figure out a path where you're doing more of that and less of this other set of behaviors that is not really serving you, or anybody else.

Nik Tarascio

Have you seen where people? I mean, let me back up. I think a lot of people I've talked to especially I grew up middle class, I think the dream was like lotto ticket when sit by the beach, life's gonna be amazing, right. And I'm imagining that you've met people that have that opportunity that had a pretty ordinary life, and then suddenly had the ability to go and hang out on a beach until the end. And I'm wondering if it was as dark of a journey, as we've heard about for a lot of people have like, wow, this is, I feel like my life is meaningless. Very

Scott Peppet

few people do it. I mean, that I've met, you know, the beach gets really boring really fast. Most people I mean, I don't know I, I like the beach as much as anybody else. But I can't stay there longer than you know, an afternoon before I start to get, you know, and I can sit in a meditation hall for like days and not do anything but a beach like starts to get a little bored. I think that a lot of this depends on what you think human how you how you really think humans are wired, right. And, for me, humans seem to be mostly wired around. Love creativity. And, you know, generativity, doing things in the world, for themselves and for their families and for others around them, that lead to community lead to connection lead to, you know, all of those positive emotions, we're social creatures. So yes, there's there are people who win the lotto, and go build a big beach house, and sit on the beach. But pretty often, most of those people that I've ever met, are back in their church or their community center, or whatever, pretty quickly, like looking for something meaningful to do. Because the beach stops being meaningful pretty quickly. I mean, I know a lot more folks with a lot of financial capital, who are working 60 hours, 70 hours a week, again, I'm not crying, you know, I'm not crying for them, they have a really nice life. And there's lots of people working 60 or 70 or 80 hours a week who don't have those material benefits. But it's not as if money 10 always just leads people to go cool. I'm done. You know, just bring me another pina colada. Most of the time, they're trying to figure out, what do I do next? You know, whether it's charity, or starting a business, or helping their friend or whatever, what do I do next? That makes me feel like I'm leading a meaningful life?

Nik Tarascio

Yeah. Which really kind of teased me into my kind of the culminating question is, you know, what is that connection between fulfillment and wealth. And that's really what this podcast is all about is like, a lot of people climb that. Climb that first mountain of like, I just want to get all the external markers of success, I want to have the money in the bank, I want to know that I could just, you know, get that Oprah money, right? And then getting there and going like, well, you know, again, I'm in New York. So I'm surrounded by people that do have the upper money, and they often have seemed very unhappy, very lost, very confused, kind of that stuck energy that you were talking about on some level. And I just wonder, what, what, what thoughts you have on the connection between fulfillment and wealth? And I think you've already kind of illuminated on some of that, but I'd love to hear it. Kind of deeper. Yeah, I

Scott Peppet

don't think there's any connection at all, like they've been studying this right had the connection between happiness and money. And there's all kinds of studies trying to figure out like, you know, there was a great study for a while that people would say it could set it up. I can't remember who it was, but like more than $70,000, and it didn't matter, every incremental dollar was irrelevant. And I don't have any opinion on where all those studies are gonna come out. It clearly it makes a difference. If you can feed yourself and have a dry, safe place to live. Those things, those, those minimal conditions, obviously matter a great deal. But beyond that, do I think there's much correlation? No, I think I know very, very financially wealthy people who are incredibly happy, optimistic, loving, connected, empathetic, warm, growing, learning human beings. And I know and I know, very poor people who are the same, and I know the opposite on both sides, right? And so to all of us, so You know, I, I think that we've got different vectors here, right, which is human development as a human being? How are we doing? Right? Are we growing? Are we learning? How are you doing on that on that front? And then there's the material question of, of how you're doing web access to financial capital you have. And one of the things that I'm amazed at is when I meet really financially wealthy people who aren't really doing anything on this whole other vector, right, like their Freddie's. Not I mean, you could be holy moly, you have all this money, you could be investing in an incredible coach and incredible therapist and a nutritionist and like, you get the, or just giving to others or you could be, and the answer is like, yeah, and I haven't really done i That's like, not kind of my thing.

And so what what I've come up with is like, Okay, well, there's people who that sort of thing. And there's people who just kind of, that's another thing. And at least my take has always been, happiness seems to correlate much more with growth than anything else. Subjective transit, happiness, human beings, like to develop, they like to grow. They like to create, they like to expand, they like to learn, and they like to love, I mean, the big thing they like to do is love and create, right. And if they're doing those things are there and they're wired to do those things, then they tend to be more optimistic, happy people. And if they're sort of stuck, not doing those things, for whatever reason, whatever self story they have, no matter how much money they have, their subjective experience of happiness is generally lower. Now, I have no idea whether money inhibits or promotes that. But my own experience, that kind of growth, but my own experiences, it doesn't seem to correlate at all. Some people have lots of money and use it really well in those kinds of ways. And some people have lots of money and really don't.

Nik Tarascio

So for someone sitting on incredible amounts of wealth, whether earned or inherited, if they're not feeling that sense of fulfillment. Do you have any advice for them? Do you have any considerations for them?

Scott Peppet

Yeah, I mean, number one, don't I mean, I'm going to be nitpicky here. Don't use the word wealth to mean money, right? Wealth means wealth, wellbeing, as a holistic concept, your physical health, your mental health, your emotional health, your spiritual health, your social capital, your social relationships, your ability to love all of those things. That's wealth. And financial capital is a part of that material, belongings, material wealth as part of that. But wealth being wealthy is, is a much broader concept, your your previous podcast, guest, you know, you were talking about some of those things. So that's a mental shift in the use of a word, which is a little nitpicky. And again, and my friend Jay uses is is is partly the genesis of that, that movement, but it really does matter for people because they say, Well, I have everything. And I say, Wait, do you have anything like, your divorce and you're single, and you don't have a partner right now. And you're really sort of unhappy about that. And you've been having all kinds of physical health problems, and you can't seem to get your hands around them. And you could also be very connected to a community that really loves you and that you really low. So I'm not sure you have everything, you have a bank account. Like, it's nice, it's a nice bank account, but like, you can't actually go buy most of those other things. So where are you going to get them? Right? And, and we know that and like, this isn't rocket science, we know that. But we, as a society as a culture, we privilege financial capital over all these other forms of capital so intensely, that we kind of hurts surprised, like, Gee, I have a big bank account, but I'm miserable.

Well, and why is it surprising? Like, yeah, you have a big background, but you don't have good social relations. Because you're kind of an asshole, right? Like you or whatever. Like, you're kind of not a nice person. And you've never really come to terms with not being such a nice person. And nobody really likes you. So morning really surprised the rest of us that you're having a hard time. I think culturally, we've got to get over that surprise, right. We just have to. So so what would my advice be for people with a lot of financial capital? Man, my biggest advice is always seek out real feedback. The biggest deficit I see with financially wealthy people, is people aren't honest with them. Everybody's working for them, right? Every their friends, everybody's dependent on them, their kids, or their spouse, sometimes everyone's dependent on them in some kind of financial way. And so it's really hard for them to get real feedback about who they are, how they are, how they're behaving. how people perceive them. I mean, I I joke when I you know, I'm married into a business family and I always say, the day after I got married, I was so smarter, funnier and better look. Because some people laughed at my jokes more, you know, and thought I boy, everything I said seemed to be real smart. And that's, that's a crazy way to live. And so my advice is always how can you find people who will be honest with you really give you real feedback? And those are the that's the biggest deficit for a lot of these financially well off people.

Nik Tarascio

There is there. You know, I've thought a lot about this idea of I do we choose the life we're born into on some level, and I know that there are some practices that believe that I wondered if it is, you know, coming into a life where you inherit a lot of money, is there an ethical responsibility and a spiritual responsibility that comes along with that of do something with this? I don't feel guilt or don't feel unworthy necessarily. No, it's not it's, I can't get I can't shoot anybody into that. But is there kind of a like, Hey, this is your spiritual path, like learn how to be with us learn how to hold this energy and do something meaningful with it?

Scott Peppet

I mean, in my view, yes. But I would broaden it, I look, I think all of us in this life with an inheritance. We're, we're in human form, we're blessed with consciousness, we have opposable thumbs, you know, we have a whole bunch of things that that are pretty remarkable. And maybe we have financial capital, maybe we don't. But to a certain extent, I think we all have, at some point, I don't know if it's an obligation, but an opportunity to use what we have to be helpful, to be compassionate, to do things in the world that are helpful to others, you know, that one of the great Buddhist scholars said this is 1000 years ago, but said, wisdom is the womb of compassion. Right? You when you start to realize the, the, the essence of life, your only natural reaction is compassion for others who are maybe less fortunate, or who are suffering or who have less, less insight into how to live or whatever. And so I think that's true of everybody. And, and it happens to be that if you randomly get selected to be in to be born into a lifetime with a bunch of material wealth, well, then should you use that to to be compassionate? No, bother, you have probably, right. Seems pretty hard to make the argument that, you know, just because you randomly got selected in the genetic pool for that lifetime, that you just get to like, pretend that didn't happen. Right? Like it happened. You have this unbelievable opportunity. So do something with it. And I don't have a lot of judgment around. Wealth, I don't have a lot of judgment on any of it. I don't have a lot of judgment around what you do. So like, create a business employ people. Hallelujah, right, like, unbelievable way to help the world. Give it to charity, plant trees. And if you don't do anything with it, I mean, hard to do nothing. There is no, there is no neutral gear here. But if you don't play it very intentionally, I don't have a lot of judgment on around that either. Because I have a lot of empathy for the causes of that. stuckness. I mean, that's just part of I know, I know, lots of people in that place. And I don't envy that. But do I think it's all things considered better to engage than to disengage, either to be in first year or second year than in neutral? Yeah.

Nik Tarascio

closing question for you is, what is your dream beyond? Now? Great

Scott Peppet

question. I mean, my real honest answer is, I hope, that as a species, and as individuals, we can continue to wake up to the ways that we're harming ourselves and others and the planet, and ecosystem we live in. I hope that we can raise consciousness and be less confused. Most harm that I see in the world is caused by confusion. It's caused by people hurting each other, out of confusion out of small interests and ego that if they even could step back for half a second, they would say, yeah, that's not really what I want to be doing. And so I'm an eternal, naive optimist. But my dream beyond is that, that we can grow enough, fast enough, and wake up enough to flourish and survive. I'll say that this conversation, I mean, you and I started a conversation, whatever it was a year ago or something. And the connection between spirit and money is hard for people to talk about. And there aren't a lot of conversations about it. There are some, but not a ton. But I think it's really, really an important intersection. Because, like I said, there's just so much potential that can be unleashed, for human betterment for the betterment of the not just humans, but the planet and etc. If, if we can connect these two things, you know, put an end to certain extent, I don't think we have to connect them, I think they're inherently connected. We just have to recognize that, that that connection and and find ways to live in the world and use what we have, however much we add. For for positive ends,

Nik Tarascio

and it's beautiful. And I I would I'm gonna consider your answer a blessing for me to have this conversation more because I've more and more thought about it. I'm like, this must be really hard. Especially we shamed the people that don't have it, we shamed the people that do have it. We shamed the people that made it, we shame the people that inherited, it's like, I can imagine everyone's just stuck. Everyone's upset. And as you said, there's there's a real sense of confusion. So I very much appreciate your answer. It's a beautiful thing that you shared. And I hope to be having more and more of these conversations, thanks to the perspective you shared with me. And hopefully, people that are listening to the show also are like, you know, I've never really thought about those things. I've never really consciously thought of how I apply my spiritual beliefs, to the way that I relate to money. The way I create it the way I the way I share it, the way I create value in the world with it. So what a beautiful conversation again, I appreciate the support in it. And if anyone is curious to learn more about what Scott's up to, you could check out Scott epa.com. We'll put it in the show notes. And yeah, Scott, you're just you're such an interesting, dude. I really love the different worlds that you play in. And yeah, thanks. Thanks for sharing your wisdom today. Thanks

Scott Peppet

so much. Listen, it's been great having the conversation. I'm happy to talk anytime and yeah, I look forward to reactions. This is complicated stuff, and super interesting to talk about. Now, I

Nik Tarascio

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My prediction for the next Midnights single

Maroon - This song is one of the most streamed songs from Midnights, possibly due to it being situated in between 2 singles on the album track order. There is still potential here for it to be a single. I don't see it as a fan fave and the bridge would have to be made radio-friendly somehow. Taylor has also not made many Easter eggs or references to this song, so I would be pleasantly surprised if this song was a single.

Snow on the Beach - I honestly thought this song was gonna be the first single off Midnights because it is a feature. But as time goes by, I think the likelihood of it being a single has decreased. It's not on the tour setlist and there aren't any Easter eggs for it. I think if this song was a single, the version with more Lana Del Ray would be the one released to radio.

You're On Your Own, Kid - No doubt, this song is a fan favorite. This song is so personal, but Taylor's never strayed away from releasing personal songs as singles (Wildest Dreams, Delicate, The Archer...). This is a shorter song that radio likes. I think this would be an awesome song to wrap up the Midnights era with, and I could see this being a tour music video for the Eras tour, celebrating how far Taylor has come as an artist (if Cruel Summer wasn't already basically confirmed to be the tour music video). I don't know how well this song would chart without major help from Swifties, but I don't completely discount it as a single choice.

Midnight Rain - this is one of my top contenders for a potential single. This song has really shot up to be a favorite. This song has classic Taylor Swift lyrics with a clever production style that would be welcomed to spice up radio. This song is also part of the tour setlist and is a highlight of every night ("'cept when I'm on TV"). This song also has an Easter egg in the Lavender Haze music video. Also, this song really does express the theme of Midnights well. It would be a good choice for the era.

Question...? - This song BUMPS. I think it could do well on radio because it's so catchy. However, there is some controversy over the song, I don't think Taylor wants to draw attention to it.

Vigilante Shit - THIS IS MY JAM. I would be stoked if this was the next single! I've seen Swifties on Tumblr not give this song much attention, so I wouldn't classify it as a fan fave. But the tour performance definitely is a favorite part of the show. It was is on the setlist with a killer performance, and Taylor has referenced this song many times. It was the first song she made a TikTok about in the Midnights era! It also has an upside down phone on Midnights Mayham with Me. Was this a hint for it being a future single? I think the only point I have against this song being a single is that it's very similar to Karma in terms of theme. Will the GP get sick of hearing Taylor sing about revenge?

Labyrinth - Yeah, this songs not gonna be a single.

Sweet Nothing - Neither is this song.

Mastermind - This is my other top contender for a single choice. This song has gotten some hype from the fandom. The lyrics were promoted with the album release. This song is on the permanent tour setlist. And Taylor laid and Easter egg for it on both the album photoshoot and the Lavender Haze music video. A point I have against this song for a single is ~recent events~. Will Taylor still want to promote this song? Still, it would be pretty iconic to have a hit on the radio bragging about how much of a Mastermind she is.

Hits Different - I honestly thought this was gonna be the summer single before Cruel Summer was announced. Taylor did promote this song on TikTok for the Lavender Haze edition of the album. She also put it on the 'Til Dawn edition so more people could listen to it. There was a bunch of buzz with this song this summer as some Swifties theorized it was going to be on the Barbie movie soundtrack. Maybe this song will be put on hold until next summer. Taylor does love to stretch out eras for as long as possible.

No single at all - I feel TS11 coming SOON. I made a post about this earlier, but I wouldn't be taken off guard if Taylor announced TS11 as soon as Eras tour was over. Plus, she still has 3 more TV albums to do and each is going to get more and more fanfare. Maybe the next single will be from 1989 or Reputation. Maybe Taylor doesn't want to do any more singles from Midnights. However, I think she's gonna have a single out for international tour dates - so I think something will happen in between the breaks (September-November and January).

My top predictions for single:

1. Midnight Rain

2. Vigilante Shit

3. Mastermind

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fearlesslyenchantedinwonderland · 1 year

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I still need to post my midnights ranking, it just takes a long time to put together so I thought in the meantime I would do my track ranking off of these four albums. It's fun and gives insight into my thoughts on the albums.

Track 1

Lavender Haze

...Ready For it?

Welcome to New York - I feel bad for putting this song so low, I don't listen to it as often but I listened to it so much when it initially came out

I forgot that you existed

Track 2

Cruel Summer

Maroon

Blank Space

End Game - I would love to rank her higher but blank space is too iconic

Track 3

Style

Anti-Hero

I did something bad

Lover

Track 4

Out of the woods

Don't Blame Me

Snow on the beach

The Man

Track 5

Delicate

You're on your own kid - she could go up in rank with time

all you had to do was stay

archer

Track 6

Midnight Rain

Shake it off

I think he knows

Look what you made me do

Track 7

So it goes...

I wish you would

Questions...?

miss Americana and the heartbreak price - this song goes back and forth between being top and midtier

Track 8

bad blood

gorgeous - she's grown on me

vigilante shit - good, but not my style of music

paper rings

Track 9

Cornelia Street

Getaway Car

Wildest dream - girly had been soooo overplayed

Bejeweled - I actually like her a lot more than I initially did

Track 10

Labyrinth

Death By a Thousand Cuts

How you get the girl

King of my Heart

Track 11

Karma

This Love

Dancing with our hands Tied

London Boy - this ranking also feels weird

Track 12

I know places

Dress

Sweet Nothing

Soon You'll get better - I mean, it's too personal to even listen to

Track 13

Mastermind

False God - shes soooo good

Clean

This is why we can't have nice things

Track 14

Wonderland

Call it what you want

The Great War

You need to calm down

Track 15

Afterglow

bigger than the whole sky

you are in love

new year's day

last song of rep so this is where the ranking ends.

#taylor swift #midnights #1989 #rep #reputation #lover #album ranking #song ranking #Youtube

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57 and 71 with Ransom 🥵

A/N: Wow, you guys really love Ransom, huh? ME TOO!! I adore writing for Ransom because i see so many possibilities, so many aspects of his personality that can be explored outside of what we see in Knives Out. So yeah, i really hope you enjoy this and thank you so much for your patience.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be translated or to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad or Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Prompt #57: "I wonder what your boyfriend would do if he knew what you were doing right now”

Prompt #71: "I'm gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, i want you to see how pretty you look when you're spreading your legs for me"

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Summary: Although you’re currently spoken for, that doesn’t stop Ransom from trying his luck. What happens when you fail to resist?

Warning: Smut! Cheating, swearing, ass slapping, vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, slight hair pulling, slight angst, cream pie, sir kink, neck biting and kissing and mirror sex. I think that’s about it. If i missed anything, please let me know. 18+ folks. Minors DNI

Word Count: 6,490

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @fairyevans go check them out❤️

Death By A Thousand Cuts

Never in a million years, never in your wildest dreams did you ever think you’d be lying in bed next to your boyfriend of eight years, crying, crying because of the hurt you’re about to put him through. The pain you’re about to subject him to.

But you have no choice. It’s been a week since you made the mistake of sleeping with another man, of sleeping with Ransom. And guilt has drowned your entire body out, leaving nothing but a broken woman in its wake.

You know it’s something you’ve been meaning to do for a while now, but anxiety cripples you, rendering you speechless as you watch Ryan sleep. He looks so peaceful, so handsome and content. Little does he know, that same peace and contentment will dissipate the moment he wakes up.

Your bags are packed away in the closet, the diamond necklace he gifted you for your anniversary neatly hidden away in the black velvet covered box on the bedside table. You’re ready to leave him, to give him a second chance at happiness.

And although your chest is tight and your heart is breaking into a million pieces, you know this is something you need to do.

To flirt with another man is one thing but to have feelings for said man and sleep with him, well that’s something else entirely.

As much as you try to fight it, the memories of that night flash through your mind like a slow motion movie. Every touch, kiss and lust infused decision remains imbedded into your brain, details you’ll never forget.

Here’s the story of the night you ended your relationship by sleeping with Boston’s own notorious playboy, Hugh Ransom Drysdale.

The winter air is so cold that even your calf length faux fur lined coat is struggling to keep you warm as you step out of your cab and onto the stone filled drive of the Thrombey estate.

Harlan Thrombey, a man of mystery and talent. His books are quite literally what got you to where you are now, an excited new author on the cusp of publishing your first novel.

You decided to really draw inspiration from Harlan and what made his mystery and thriller books so enticing and throw it all into a crazy combination of thriller, mystery and romance. At first, upon pitching your idea to your mentor and close friend Harlan, the famous author wasn’t sure it would work, but after reading a rough draft of the almost finished copy, he changed his mind.

His exact words ‘i think this is something that will grab the audience by the balls’ and so far, reviews from your team have been similar. One can only hope it sells enough once it hits the shelves.

But now comes the reason you’re at Harlans home tonight. Every year he holds a party for his family, friends and colleagues, whilst also inviting young and new voices in the writing world, you know to introduce people such as yourself into the scene.

However, also in attendance tonight is the one and only Ransom Drysdale. Your mentors spoilt grandson. Upon encountering Ransom for the very first time, you can recall specifically telling him to go ad fuck himself. He’s nothing but a trust fund prick whose cockiness makes your blood boil...literally.

Although you quite literally cannot stand him and everything he is, you can’t help but admire his looks, and how dreamy his eyes are, how they could lead you down a path of destruction. You’d find yourself risking it all for those blue orbs if they glanced your way at the right moment in time. But then he speaks, and your hate returns.

So it’s safe to say, you are definitely not looking forward to being in such close proximity to him tonight.

Your boyfriend Ryan couldn’t make it due to having work commitments of his own. He’s a lawyer and his boss Andy Barber is hardly the type to allow him to slack off, especially during a high profile murder case.

Late night arrivals home and going without quality time together is your life right now, and as much as it sucks, the two of you seem to make it work the best that you can. Ryan loves his job, it’s what drew you to him in the first place, watching him in a cafe across town with his colleagues, tucked away in a booth. You remember watching as he was detangling his theories for everyone, they all hung on his every word, as did you and you weren’t even supposed to be eavesdropping.

Eventually he noticed, his eyes meeting yours in the booth next to his, and they just gleamed, pulling you in all the more.

After that day, you were joined at the hip. Day in and day out was spent by his side, kissing him, touching him, fucking him, you were enamoured, obsessed.

As was he.

And this year you celebrated your eight year anniversary. The only things missing now are a dog and a ring of engagement.

But patience is a virtue. And you have a feeling he won’t make you wait much longer now.

The zoo floods your stomach as you entertain the thought of marrying Ryan, he’s the love of your life. Your soulmate. Someone you could never live without.

But suddenly you’re pulled from your happiness and thrusted into hell the second Ransom shoves his way past you, almost causing you to spill your drink down yourself. Jerk isn’t the right word to describe him. No. There’s only one word that suffices just nicely, it begins with C and ends in T.

“Watch it” you snap, moving further away from him whilst casting him your infamous resting bitch face, letting him know you aren’t about to put up with his shit. But as he turns to face you, you forget all thoughts of hate, the gleam in his dreamy blue eyes are the reason you fail to hate him for longer than a few measly seconds.

“Dam Y/N, you actually scrub up pretty nicely” he compliments, stepping closer to you to assess your outfit. You’re wearing a stunning navy blue dress, it’s got a sweetheart neckline and it comes to just above your knees. It’s cinched at the waist to show off your body in the best way possible. Not that you care for showing off, you usually shy away. But tonight was cause for celebration so you thought why not dress up?

“Tell me, sweetheart” his body now pressed up to yours, his chest to your side, his mouth so close to your neck and ear that you feel yourself struggling to keep the shivers of arousal at bay.

“Where is that boyfriend of yours tonight? You look way too good to be out alone” his tone is nothing short of mischievous, alerting you of his lustful intentions.

He glides his ridiculously large hand across yours and then up your forearm to your bicep before gently resting it on your upper back.

“Well?” he presses, his hand urging you to speak as it splays out across the middle of your back, edging closer to your tailbone.

“Well what?” you choke out, sipping your champagne a little to distract yourself, hopefully giving off the illusion that you’re far from flustered.

“Where is Ryan?” he asks, and you’re suddenly snapping out of your aroused state.

“He’s working, something you would know nothing about” you retort, shaking his hand off of you before strutting away in your 6 inch heels. And it can’t hurt to ensure your ass is fully in his eye line as you leave him wanting more.

Ransom has spent the last year alone loitering around you in hopes of cracking you so that you’d finally sleep with him. See, he doesn’t care much for titles, or women that aren’t available. To him, sex is sex. If he wants a woman, he’ll get her. He always does. Women are incapable of resisting his playboy charms.

However, you’ve been the exception, the only exception.

But tonight, he’ll change that. He’s determined.

That look in your eyes, one of mutual sexual attraction, it was so prominent that he’d never allow you to lie about it. He knows you want him, or at least you fantasise about having him. It’s just there’s one obstacle, your devotion to your workaholic boyfriend who never makes the time for you anymore. He can sense your starvation, he can smell it.

You’re in need of a good fucking, someone to draw orgasm after orgasm out of you until your body grows limp and you’re sated with a post orgasm buzz. Ransom can be that guy. You just need to let him be that guy. And no one will have to know, not even Ryan.

God even his name in Ransom’s thoughts makes him roll his eyes.

It’s like he can sense you’re settling, your lack of pleasure is clearly something that bothers you yet you don’t utter a single complaint. You just continue to work yourself to the bone too, in order to keep busy, just enough to cease all thoughts of sex.

It’s like a game of cat and mouse to Ransom, when he wants a woman. And right now, the game is well and truly on and he won’t stop until you’re breathless and satisfied.

He leans against the door frame between the grande foyer and Harlans study, assessing the room, searching even. Searching for you.

And soon enough he spots you, in the corner, surrounded by multiple older men. You look happy, laughing as you exchange tips regarding your writing. Marta, his grandfathers nurse brushes past you quickly and the two of you exchange pleasantries.

You’ve always admired Marta, her work ethic, her infectious smile and loveable personality. She reminds you a lot of your younger sister, hence why the two of you get along so well.

Ransoms tumbler glass rises to meet his succulent and kissable lips, the brown liquid filling it entering his mouth slowly as he takes a bigger sip than usual, his eyes glued to you.

On the off chance that you look his way, he raises his glass, winking before watching as you watch him drink. Your flustered state more than apparent to him, he’s no fool and this certainly isn’t his first rodeo. The tell tale signs of arousal are showing.

Unable to refrain from tracking every little movement your body makes, he finds himself blocking out everyone else. So when Harlan snaps his fingers in his face to catch his attention, he jolts. Only ever so slightly though.

“What are you up to?” Harlan enquires, narrowing his eyes at his grandson as he watches Ransom stare his guests down.

“Trouble as always” his eyes leaving you for no longer than a second as he turns to Harlan, sending a wink his way and alerting him that nothing has changed.

But as his eyes return, you’re not there.

He quickly scans the room again, only to find the back of you. Your ass catching his attention as you climb the stairs to the second floor. So rather than watching, or even gawking, he decides to follow you. No one on the second floor now but you and him. A dangerous duo.

Especially since he’d be right in his assumptions, the assumption that you want him just as much as he wants you.

You close the bathroom door behind you, locking it before sitting down to pee, your eyes glancing around the vintage decor, it’s a good job Harlan is at the age he is, changing the entire decor of the house would be a crying shame. It’s so stunning, you’re incapable of taking your eyes off of it. But when you hear a knock on the door, you jump a little.

“Occupied, i’ll only be a minute” you call out before finishing off and flushing the toilet.

As you wash your hands though, another knock sounds through the room, the knock is so heavy, is someone attempting to break the dam door down? Maybe so.

“I said, just a minute” you call back, drying your hands before unlocking the door.

But instead of squeezing past the impatient party goer, you are met with Ransom as he barges inside before closing and locking the door himself.

“Ransom, what the f-”

His plump pink and delicious lips are on yours before you can even finish your sentence, and what’s worse is that despite one measly attempt to push him off, you find yourself enjoying him, enjoying the way his mouth works yours so effortlessly.

Ryan. Ryan. Ryan

Your subconscious screams, willing you to listen. And it works, being as you push Ransom off as if he disgusts you, this time succeeding.

“Woah, thought i had you for a second there” he smirks, mocking you.

“You’ll never have me. I have a boyfriend” you state, as if that’s supposed to deter him, but if anything it spurs him on more. You wipe your mouth as you attempt to move around him to get to the door. How foolish of you. His broad and rather large frame blocks you before you can.

“Come on, sweetheart. You and i both know that you want me, so what’s the point in pretending. You know this feigned hating game is tiring” he chuckles, stepping closer to close the space you created only seconds ago.

And even if you desperately craved some kind of exit from him, you wouldn’t get one, everything is blocked. You’re backed up now, the bathroom counter hitting your back, ice cold as it makes contact with your skin.

The warmth of his whiskey scented breath spreads across your exposed skin, scattering treacherously, threatening to spin the two of you into a web of trouble.

“Don’t call me that” your voice lacks conviction, but you stand tall or at least attempt to. If you believe it, maybe it’ll show.

“Was that poor attempt made to convince me or yourself? Hm?” his index finger lingers under your chin lazily, barely even grazing your skin while you refrain from keening for more.

Although you’re almost certain that Ransom can see right through you, so what’s the point in keeping up this charade?

“Look at you” you look down at your body but before you can get a look, you’re being spun around, your own pathetic reflection staring right back at you in the bathroom mirror. No guilt in your eyes to suggest you’re about to turn him away as he creeps closer to your neck, his lips about to close on your skin whilst his teeth pierce you softly.

And the moment it occurs, your eyes roll to the back of your head as your hands grip at the counter with white knuckle force. Your head rolls to the side like a rag doll as he moves you to gain better access, his sinful and wondering hands wreaking havoc on you. The feelings he’s burdening your body with are feelings Ryan should be making you feel right now.

As your eyes meet his in the mirror and you are met with his signature playboy smirk, you feel yourself crumble all over again.

Why does he have to be so handsome, so dam irresistible?

His one hand steadies your body as the other grips the hem of your best dress, slowly lifting it, something that much to your dismay fills your traitorous body with excitement.

Ransoms breath catches as your pretty ass comes into his view, nothing but a tiny purple laced thong to cover your modesty, barely. A view he can’t help but groan at, guttural.

“Ryan is a very lucky man” the mention of your boyfriend brings you back to earth with a loud and very hard thud as you spin around on your heels, the champagne rushing to your head and causing you to stumble a little.

“Stop it” you snap, holding your hand out in protest to his advances, his very tempting advances.

“Don’t tell me your conscience just paid you a visit?” his sinister and mocking tone and facial expressions, the epitome of the devil on your shoulder. Luring you to him.

He’s right though, your conscience did pay you a visit, one that’s resulting in you contemplating leaving this party earlier than intended. Just to escape the brutal and overpowering sexual tension between the two of you that fizzes and crackles in the air like silent and invisible fireworks.

His hands reach out to grab a hold of your body once again, the needy nature inside of him refusing to let his chances with you slip through his thick digits that easily.

“Tell me, sweetheart. How long has it been since that boyfriend of yours touched you?” his steps are slow, menacing even until before you know it, he’s towering over you, intimidation at its finest.

Meanwhile his hand is dusting over the hem of your dress, lifting it up just as he did a mere few minutes earlier, exposing your panties again.

His voice is raspy, yet smooth as he backs you up to the bathroom counter, enticing you.

It’s getting impossibly hard to resist his womanising ways, the charms that led the many others that came before you to their inevitable fate. At Ransoms feet, his come dripping from their greedy pussy’s.

“Actually don’t answer that, it’s not an answer i don’t already know” his fingers are inching closer to the hem of your panties, teasing you at such a torturous pace that you’re afraid you’ll resort to begging. And since you’re trying to keep a firm hold on your loyalty to Ryan, begging isn’t an option, in fact no extra curricular activities involving Ransom are an option.

You are better than this. You have Ryan, you are happy with him.

You are.

As his fingers dip inside of your panties, you feel your integrity slipping away, your usual pulled together self watching on from a distance as your current intoxicated self allows his fingers to glide over your petals. Almost like astral projection.

A soft yet inviting groan escapes, rolling off of your tongue as you throw your head back in pleasure.

“There she is” his grin can be heard through his speech, a grin to show how smug he is with himself and his ability to lure in yet another woman.

What can he say, he has these skills when it comes to these things.

Your body arches, head remains thrown back as he inches closer to your entrance, index and middle fingers taking the time to figure you out before plunging in. Your hips start to move on their own accord as you silently give your consent for him to do whatever he wishes.

Ryan is now nothing but a distant memory, left to be remembered once the novelty of this moment wares off and you’re left alone with your thoughts.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” his body curls over yours, his other arm wrapping around your frame, a vice like grip on you as he gently pulls you up, your head now tilted back to look up at him. Your eyes meet, the intensity of his orbs holding you in place.

You’re incapable of looking elsewhere.

The words you never expected to utter out loud, in fact the words you never expected to utter to Ransom, they are about to escape your mouth. But the way he’s got you dripping with arousal, clenching around nothing as you anticipate the feel of his fingers inside of you, it’s got you throwing caution to the wind.

“I want you” your mouth hangs slack as your breathing grows heavier, his long eyelashes fluttering as his gaze flickers between your eyes to your tempting lips. And judging by the way his tongue pokes out to wet his lips, he’s debating whether or not to kiss or admire you.

You poke your chin out on purpose in hopes that he’ll give you what you want, what he’s caused you to crave.

“Oh really? What happened to pushing me away, huh?” his fingers still circling your tight hole incessantly.

Boy is he going to revel in your vulnerability, your profound hunger for feeling full, full of him. But for the sake of your guilty conscience you’ll continue to lie to yourself about how he could be any man at this point or even that you’re envisioning Ryan. But the second he grips your chin in his free hand aggressively, forcing your eyes to meet his in the mirror. You’re lie slips away.

Fuck.

You roll your hips again whilst your own tongue pokes out to wet your lips before your teeth sink into your bottom one. Maybe that will do the trick.

He rolls his eyes, pleasure filled impatience as he watches you tease him. His cock hardening all the more, if that’s even possible as it digs into your navel. You just know it’s bothering him, paining him even to keep it hidden away in the tight confines of his boxers and slacks.

It won’t be long now.

His narrowed eyes continue to dance across your face, his brows are furrowed and you’re losing your patience, waiting is not a strong point of yours whatsoever.

“Kiss me” you whisper, barely even audible.

“Needy lil thing, aren’t you?” yet again, mocking.

“Please”

Ryan who?

And just like that his teeth are nipping at your bottom lip ferociously as he pulls you so close to him that you can’t see a single thing in the room but him, so close that you feel him all over you. All you can smell is the scent of scotch on his breath, mingling with the champagne on yours. A heady mix.

Once his teeth pull off, his lips replace them, soothing the marks over with his sinful tongue as it swipes over it gently, the calm before the passionate storm.

Before you know it, you’re battling his tongue for the role of dominant, a war you’ll never win, a war you were always destined to lose when it comes to going up against Ransom.

The two of you continue to go at it like lovestruck teenagers attempting to cram everything in before the return of strict parents. His hands roam your waist before suddenly breaking away, panting in time with you before he spins you around so that your eyes are now meeting his in the bathroom mirror again.

Menacing and harbouring god knows how many mental images of other women in his head, Ransom certainly isn’t short of experiences that would put your sexual past to shame. Something that intimidates you, yet you want the challenge of fighting to be the best of them all.

Despite being attached to another man.

His mouth hovers next to the weak spot on your neck, his eyes still looking into yours, the windows to your soul. His stare is unrelenting and flirtatious, one eyebrow raised as he leans closer, his lips wrapping around your earlobe causing goosebumps to cover you like a second skin entirely, scattered across your body.

He gives your earlobe a little attention before moving his focus to directly underneath it, your gasps allowing him to gather some insight into your weak spots. And as he continues to move lower and lower, the different sounds grow from gasps to whimpers and then eventually moans of high satisfaction.

And bingo, the spot just below your jaw gives him the best reaction, one that makes him want to keep going all night just to hear those pretty sounds of yours. The music he spurs you on to make gives his ego a little bit more than just a boost.

“Ransom” your eyes screw shut as your head lands backwards on his shoulder, his lips and tongue wreaking havoc on your body as his cock presses into your lower back teasingly. His fingers still circling your tight hole, making you wonder if he ever plans to explore your walls.

But just as you start to grind your ass into his crotch, your way of pushing the boat along, his fingers slip in, driving home a little too easily. Thanks to the arousal he drew from your body.

“Yes, sweetheart?” his tone is nothing short of seductive, his words portray a man on his knees willing to do whatever to please you and there’s something so hot about a man at a woman’s disposal.

“Fuck me” your panting should make it impossible for him to understand you, the way your hands are finding purchase on the counter as you grind on his palm every time it collides with your clit when his fingers are knuckle deep.

Desperation isn’t even a suitable enough word for how badly you crave the fucking you know he’s more than capable of giving you. You want this just as much as him, as bad as that seems.

“Beg for it, wanna hear how badly you want my cock”

Is he serious? Clearly so.

Surely your words should be enough. But then again, Ransom is obviously the type to crave ratification and assurance that you want him and you’re not just playing around.

Consent is everything to Ransom, despite his trust fund prick and playboy ways.

His reputation precedes him, everything you’ve heard up until now, all a mix of negative and positive-though the positive rumours don’t come around all too often-so it’s hard to decipher just how many of those are true.

But one thing you do know is that he’s not all bad, or at least not as bad as he’s made out to be.

You can probably be honest here and confess that it’s a huge plus point with Harlan. The way he allows Ransom his freedom and bad spending habits yet he still teaches him right from wrong when possible. And on the occasions where the family talk shit about the playboy, Harlan is always ready to defend him. The majority of the time that is. Harlan once told you that he sees a lot of his younger self in his grandson, unruly behaviour, womanising tendencies and whatnot, and then his defence of Ransom suddenly didn’t seem completely unwarranted.

It’s like he knows exactly how Ransom is feeling and what he’s going through at this stage in his life, so he tries to go a little easier on him whilst also continuing to be that pivotal figure in his life, the one that’s there to support rather than tear him down like his daughter does.

The less you touch on when it comes to Linda, the better.

The woman is nice enough, but she has no clue about parenting.

And that’s enough on her.

“Please fuck me” you murmur, eyes wavering from his until he holds your chin still, his fingers slowing down inside of you, he scissors them deep within, your pussy juices coating them deliciously.

Once your eyes return to his in the mirror, he covers your view by leaning his head around to kiss you, tongues collide, teeth clash, lips move in a rushed yet established rhythm.

“Look at me” his grip on your cheeks grows stronger, vice like, as his head returns to its previous position, his eyes back on yours in the mirror and now you’re gulping as you struggle to maintain eye contact. He intimidates you in the best kind of way.

"I'm gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, i want you to see how pretty you look when you're spreading your legs for me"

Your eager nature has you nodding your head over enthusiastically, just wishing the time away until his cock is buried balls deeps inside of you and you’re on the receiving end of a fucking you’ve well and truly earnt.

Another rumour about Ransom, one you have no doubts on whether or not it’s true and one you’ve heard way too many times to try and count now, is that sex is his specialty, pleasing a woman whilst also pleasing himself is his talent.

Some people can sing, some people can write, some people can bake, Ransom can fuck.

The thought of finally experiencing his skills causes your mouth to water, your body to shiver and your mind to wonder. It races with all of the things he could do to you right now, and you love that. All possibilities are on the cards, you are now at his disposal.

“Yes, i want it” you whimper, biting down on your bottom lip as you clamp down around his still fingers, and as he withdraws them, lifting them up into the air for you to feast your eyes on, you feel more arousal pool at your entrance.

“So pretty, baby. All your juices covering my fingers” he pokes his tongue out to lick some of it off, humming his appreciation for your taste before dangling them in front of your flustered self, like candy.

“You taste just as good as you look, actually no, you taste better”

That’s all you needed to take them into your own mouth, wanting a taste of yourself too, the jealousy of the satisfaction inflicted on him was too much.

“Mhmm” your hummed agreement as you suck everything from his fingers, no drop wasted.

He rips his fingers free before wrapping his hand around your neck snugly, his mouth now on yours in a heated kiss. The two of you sharing your taste.

Tongues exploring again, your hand roaming behind you and cupping his size, getting more than just a handful.

“Mhmm, i wonder what your boyfriend would do if he knew what you were doing right now” his smug voice fails to alert you of your current commitment to Ryan, or better yet, it fails to make you feel an ounce of guilt. You’re saving the self hatred for later, that’s your just deserts.

The clink of his belt as he uses one hand to undo it slipping his slacks down along with his boxers, it echoes in the room, the silence allowing your nerves and excitement to reach new heights and the moment you reach your hand back to wrap around him, your eyes grow wide.

He’s bigger than you expected, but then again, you have no clue what you expected really.

His large hands tug on your panties, slipping them to the side before his bulbous head rests patiently at the entrance. He smacks it on your exposed hole twice, knocking before entering.

You eagerly push back against him, not wanting to wait another second without him inside you.

“Someone’s needy” he chuckles, mocking you, yet the way his hands splay across your ass, spreading it apart as your arousal assists him, pulling him inside, says he’s far from mocking.

The breath he sucks in as your entrance catches around him, the view so pretty to him that he cannot take his eyes away. He nudges you forward, causing your elbows to rest on the counter as he eases himself inside.

Your heart racing as you feel the delicious stretch, your pussy accommodating to fit him inside just about.

“Oh god” your guttural moans escape before Ransom reaches around to cover your mouth, as unashamed as he is about the type of person he is, the last thing he wants for you is for his grandfather to find out. Especially since Harlan has met Ryan.

You’d also hate for him to think any less of you and question your morals.

Although they are questionable. Very much so.

The moment he’s seated to the hilt inside of you, you press your hand to your navel, swearing that you can feel him there. So full, so content, so right that it should be wrong.

This will surely haunt you until you confess to Ryan, laying your sins out for him.

“God can’t save you now, sweetheart” his smirk catches your attention in the mirror as he bends you over a little more, your face inches from the mirror. His hand scooping up a handful of your hair and pulling lightly, the burn on your scalp mixing with the pleasure of his cock as he pulls out slowly before slamming back in, it makes you forget the pain he’s inflicting on your head.

Moan after moan, panting, skin slapping against skin, all of it echoes in the room, bouncing off the vintage walls.

The pace is relentless, animalistic, he barely waited a minute before he started to destroy your pussy, rearranging your guts to please himself.

Your eyes watch as he grips at your ass, keeping those cheeks spread as his jaw hangs slack, occasionally biting his bottom lip and rolling his eyes back in pleasure.

Now that you’re left to mute yourself, you have no clue how you’re going to keep shtum.

This feels too good, so sinful yet beautiful.

“S’tight, feels so fucking good” he mutters under his breath, more to himself than to you.

As much as Ransom is dying to be buried inside of you for as long as humanly possible, he knows it’s in his best interest to make this as quick as possible now, seeing as the foreplay took longer than he intended. He just couldn’t help but take his time, teasing you and making you beg for it was one hundred percent worth it.

“Can feel you squeezing my cock, sweetheart, gonna come huh?”

His eyes look over to meet yours, mascara barely holding onto your lashes without running as you refrain from crying tears of pleasure, proof of the pure ecstasy he’s dousing your body in.

“Yes” you just about manage, struggling to keep your legs from giving way as they shake at your impending orgasm, your heels wobbling on the floor pathetically.

“Beg to come” he growls, curling his own body over yours as he lands two hard smacks onto your ass cheeks, his eyes not leaving yours. Your body is shivering.

The rumours are most definitely true. No doubt about that.

“Please let me come, Ra-”

“Uh-uh. What’s my name, baby?”

His eyes hold the answer.

“Please let me come, sir”

The content smile on his face alerts you of his approval as he smacks your ass again whilst pounding into you over and over.

He snakes his arm around your delicate frame, lifting you up, despite your obvious struggle to remain standing.

Once your upright a little, his mouth appears next to your ear, his whispers of “come for me, now” spur you on. Your spiritual body falling off of that cliff edge whilst dragging him down with you as his cock twitches deep inside of you.

The reminder of his lack of protection comes as his hot spurts of ejaculate fill you up, something that you should have been on top of but at the same time, you’re sated state could care less. Besides, you’re on the pill, what’s a little bit of Drysdale come going to do?

He shudders as he slows his pace down, his face contorting as he keeps his loud groans and growls in for your own sake. His gentlemanly side showing.

As he pulls out, you stand there gobsmacked at the nature of what you just did, the activity you just partook in with a man you usually hate. Well, you hate his actions and personality, his looks you admire.

He starts to re dress, leaving you with his come dripping down your legs, a sight that could easily have him ready to go again.

“Everything okay?” he asks, attempting to care, but then again, maybe he does. Just maybe.

“I just cheated on Ryan” the enormity of it hitting your body full force, a force that knocks the wind from your lungs, leaving you panting and struggling to breathe.

He catches your sad expression in the mirror, the internal battle he’s having with himself on whether or not he should comfort you or leave, it’s a hard one. He can’t decide. But before he does, you pull your panties up and turn to face him.

“You don’t have to stay. I chose to do this, and i will deal with the consequences of my actions” your tone neutral, giving him no insight into what you’re going to do next. Your words suggest confessing but given your commitment to Ryan, Ransom can’t ever imagine you destroying it.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive, i’m just going to clean up here and then i think it’s best if i go home”

His nod of agreement as his face goes blank, unreadable.

“For what it’s worth, i enjoyed myself. And i know you have a boyfriend but i’d like to think you did too” his tone remaining neutral too, less of the cockiness he’s so well known for.

“I did, that’s the worst part. Anyways, you don’t have to listen to my self pity, you best get back before Harlan comes searching for you” your suggestion is successful as he leaves the room once his slacks are zipped and buttoned up and his belt is tight around his waist.

No more words uttered.

The memories finish flashing through your mind as you lay in bed next to Ryan, you don’t plan on sleeping tonight. It’s 2:00am and you’re being kept awake by the replay of last week, it haunts you nightly, your brains way of forcing you to tell him the truth. Something that he deserves, so who would you be to keep it from him?

All you can do is brace yourself for the storm once the morning light shines into the room you share with him.

God can’t save you now.

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Very specific mystic messenger headcanons:

What is each character's favorite Taylor Swift album?

Saeyoung

Reputation stan

Loves Taylor's portrayal of finding true love in the middle of chaos. Your lover being the only one who truly knows you, and that's all that matters at the end of the day

Favorite bad bitch moment song will be I Did Something Bad, favorite soft song would be Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Has watched the Reputation Stadium Tour Live Show a million times

Cries to New Year's Day

Favorite lyric: "Flashback to my mistakes, my rebounds, my earthquakes / even in my worst lies, you saw the truth of me / and I woke up just in time, now I wake up by your side / my one and only, my lifeline"

Saeran

Lover enjoyer, probably would have Folklore as his second favorite

We know Saeran loves love; he finds comfort on Lover because of Taylor's depiction of the said topic. Love isn't perfect, but it's one of the strongest forces out there

Also loves Folklore because it feels very innocent, fresh but warm, like a hot summer night. It despicts themes of regret, the naivety of being young, passion, love, and the fear of not being enough, which he can relate to

Favorite songs would be The Archer (A Ray Anthem™️), Cornelia Street and Seven

Favorite lyric: "All the king's horses, all the king's men / couldn't put me together again / 'cause all of my enemies started out friends / help me hold on to you"

Yoosung

Fearless (Taylor's Version) stannie

Loves the portrayal of young love, first time experiences, the heartbreak, passion and intensity you feel when you're young

Thinks of V when listening to Breathe

Favorite song would be Fearless, he loves the depiction of risking everything for the one you love because you don't have any fears when you're with them

A close second choice would be You Belong With Me, he has definitely screamed it at the top of his lungs on his room before

The Other Side Of The Door Enthusiast™️

Daydreams about having a fight with his lover and then reconciling with a kiss in the rain

Favorite lyric: "You pull me in and I'm a little more brave / it's the first kiss, it's flawless, really something / it's fearless"

Jaehee

Jaehee is an Evermore person, this isn't up for debate

Which is gayer: whatever Taylor has going on on Evermore or Jaehee

Loves this album specifically because it makes her feel warm, like drinking a nice cup of coffee on a chilly fall evening

Appreciates the songwriting

Favorite songs are Ivy, Cowboy Like Me

Her favorite non-evermore song would be Wonderland

She also loves No Body No Crime because she, too, has fantasized about k*ll*ng men before

Favorite lyric: "I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones / in a faith-forgotten land"

Jumin

Probably loves Folklore because Taylor uses smart words that no other person in the RFA understands except for him

Maybe it is hard for him to relate to most of her lyrics but he still finds interest on her songwriting. Loves analyzing the lyrics

Does the August tiktok dance

Favorite songs would be The Lakes and Hoax

Favorite song outside of Folklore would be False God, loves the instrumentals on that one

Favorite lyric: "A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground with no one around to tweet it / while I bathe in cliffside pools / with my calamitous love and insurmountable grief"

Zen

1989 stannie, pop music enjoyer. Reputation is a close second on his ranking

Appreciates the songwriting but goes insane for the simple things in life, like Blank Space and Shake It Off

You Are In Love is one of his favorite love songs ever

Favorite songs would be Wildest Dreams and I Know Places

He also loves Welcome to New York. He hasn't been there yet but he has a romanticized version of New York on his head because of how Taylor talks so passionately about the city

From Reputation, King Of My Heart is his jam

Favorite lyric: "Like any great love, it keeps you guessing / like any real love, it's ever-changing / like any true love, it drives you crazy, but you know you wouldn't change anything"

Taylor literally wrote Red (Taylor's Version) for him and him only

Gets chills whenever he listens to All Too Well

Will never recover from All Too Well (10 Minute Version) (don't worry buddy, me neither)

Constant Pain And Suffering™️

His favorite song from red would be All Too Well (obviously) and Sad Beautiful Tragic

Outside of Red, his favorite songs would be Mirrorball and Afterglow

Favorite lyric: "'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night / we're dancing ‘round the kitchen in the refrigerator light"

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I thought I'd share my playlist for the anniversary of the boathouse kiss. :)

Song translations, MANY thoughts, and timeline under the break.

Noise warning for song 19, Hinahanap-Hanap Kita. 4:23 to the end. Loud high pitched beeps.

YouTube music version to be made soon.

Translations for foreign songs:

Ewan [Dunno] — Apo Hiking Society — Filipino/Tagalog

Amour plastique [Plastic love] — Videoclub — French

Panalangin [Prayer] — Apo Hiking Society/Moonstar88 — Filipino/Tagalog

Hinahanap-Hanap Kita [I'm Looking For You] — Rivermaya — Filipino/Tagalog

This is a collaborative playlist made with my friend.

Thought Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy would be a good starter song. Something about the music. Represents a good start of Alec persuing Maurice, like, hey, I can be yours... Whatcha doin'?

I added Puppy Princess because of the chorus but I know some people don't like that song so... You can skip if you'd like. KISS MEEEEE KIISS ME WITH YIIR EYESSS CLOSED . ALL I WANT IS YOU YEAH YOU. TELL ME I'M NOT FUNNY TELL ME I'M LEGIIIIT

Ewan. OH MY GOD this song is so them. Alec cares for Maurice, and doesn't like not being taken seriously or being treated badly and brushed off.

"I don't know why you're like that, you're difficult to talk to and you're a snob" COME ON IS THAT NOT THEM — Just a smile from you, and I'll be in heaven. Please give me a response, anything but "No idea"... What a perfect representation of Alec's continuous persuit of Maurice, always talking, always trying...

I could go on with every lyric.

Edit: I just realised this song fits so well for Alec's letters and meeting at the museum. Must resist the urge to add the same exact track twice.

So about Touch Me... Some of the lyrics apply better in other versions. Spotify just has this version tho. Touch me, just like that.

All I've Ever Known. Maurice discovered so much that night about touch and sharing and being with someone. He wants to be with Alec. "All I've ever known is how to hold my own, but now I want to hold you too. [Hold you close, I don't wanna ever have to let you go. Hold you tight, I don't wanna to back to the lonely life.]" Alec opened up his eyes and he'll never be the same.

Can't Help Falling in Love With You. 'Did you ever dream you'd a friend, Alec? ... Someone to last your whole life...' 'Alec, you're a dear fellow and we've been very happy.'

I'd Like To Walk Around In Your Mind was added from Maurice's perspective. Perhaps it fits Alec too...

I think Love At First Sight has the double meaning of the literal title, as well as "wouldn't you like to kiss her" perhaps being... Something Maurice would hear.

I Don't Dance. Based on this post/edit. Please watch this video oh my God.

Pink in the Night. Alec yearns for Maurice in the boathouse. He hasn't come. He hears his heart breaking tonight.

Every lyric is perhaps pulled straight from Alec's brain, to be honest. I remember seeing a post with this song in other contexts with them too. So yes, a few meanings.

Amour plastique. Alec reminiscences on the night in the Russet room. Why hasn't he come?

In my mind, everything goes wild. I lose myself in your eyes. I drown myself in the vagueness of your loving gaze.

And at night I cry tears that stream down my cheeks. I think of you only when the days ends, only when my sad demons descend upon my mind, into the bottomless abyss.

Waiting in the boathouse at night, when the day ends.

I ring out in kisses all down your chest. Lost in the avalanche of my heart astray. Who are you? Where are you?

The moments of then repeat in his mind. Where is Maurice?

I suppose Hopelessly Devoted To You and I'm A Fool To Want You are self explanatory. Maurice should really come... Alec really toughed it out, 2 days he spent in the boathouse, really wanted to see Maurice, really knew they had something, and doesn't want to be treated like a dog. Generally, his 1st letter.

Moon Song. My friend said they added it as a general love song. — Why do you treat me like this? Why didn't you come to the boathouse? — Alec's 2nd letter as a whole. Plus bits of 1st.

And you pushed me in, and now my feet can't touch the bottom of you. ... So I will wait for the next time you want me, like a dog with a bird at your door.

Ewan would fit here tbh.

Panalangin. My only prayer in this lifetime: to be beside you, to be together with you, that's my prayer.

"I since cricket match do long to ... place both arms round you and share with you, the above now seems sweeter than words can say."

And this heart won't allow if you will be away from me, my love, please listen.

It also fits the end of museum.

I Want You. Maurice, can you come to the boathouse already? Alec has no power to teleport you there. I hold one card that I can't use.

I found you. I found the door, but when I stepped through, there was no floor. He found Maurice, bit he's not being here for Alec.

You're coming back And it's the end of the world We're starting over And I love you, darling And I am done, dear

Alec wishes this would happen. Also, he does come back later and they love again over, and "it is finished".

Credit for suggesting the next two songs goes to @beatle-capaldi!!! He also wrote was in quotations!

English Summer Rain

The Most Radical Thing To Do

Hinahanap-Hanap Kita. 1st letter, he's looking for Maurice. Thinking about them together.

In my thoughts and dreams, in every turn of destiny, I look for you. Also applies to that hotel/post-hotel feeling. I look for you, even if I try to forget you, saying goodbye, looking back...

Wildest Dreams. They think a lot of each other. They share once more. But they must say goodbye. Alec saw this coming. Maurice hopes that Alec will remember him like this.

I Hear a Symphony. Alec truly opened up Maurice's eyes. Maurice was meant to be with him. He helped Maurice, changed his life. But now Alec is leaving on ship... Or is he? The symphony leads into...

An orchestral sountrack. The Boathouse. Unfortunately the Maurice soundtrack is not on spotify. It's on my personal YouTube music version. I added it because it just captures the boathouse the only way the sountrack itself can.

The Word of Your Body (Reprise). MLM people have moment of romantic tension, which culminates in confessions of love. Just had to add it. "Haven't you heard the word of your body?" perfectly describes Alec gifting and showing Maurice the wonder of truest physical affection and love. He lets Maurice be okay with himself, and again, changes everything. Every lyric is perfect.

Also, sorry JBW, I like other versions more... Too bad Spotify is mean.

I See The Light. Yeah. Every lyric. Maurice is Rapunzel. Movie Blond too. Both the morning at Russet room and the museum. And the world has somehow shifted. All at once everything is different, now that I see you. "By now they were in love with each other consciously."...

Suddenly Seymour. Suddenly see more, yeah? Clive = ass and someone gives him affection for once, wow! Sidenote, I want to sing this with them and their accents... Suddenly SCUDDER...

Helpless. Musical theatre songs seem to be good retellings of their love story. It's why they belong in post boathouse. Summaries and retellings. They're also good at conveying love they'd feel for each other in general, all times ever. Like loving men, retelling a story.

I'll Cover You. Cute love song feat. gays. I like to imagine them dancing around, declaring their love and devotion for each other. Walking and dancing around like in the original scene, sometime post canon. In my own imagination, I thought of Alec as Angel and Maurice (Christopher) as Collins.

Video Games. They must love spending time together. I thought this to be Maurice POV. Only worth living if somebody is loving you I mean, come on.

It's you, it's you, it's all for you. Everything I do. I tell you all the time, heaven is a place on Earth with you.

Un sospiro. I headcanon that Maurice picks up the piano and plays for Alec. Perhaps he picked it up bc of/after Clive, but now can play it for someone who gives a shit.

Something about the melody reminds me of them. And then it gets more intense... A bit like the passions of love, showing up in sharing and touch and more, too.

Liebestraum. I mean, it means love dream/dream of love. I just had to. Also I just like Liszt.

Take Me Up With You, Dearie. This song is just so sweet... So soft... Edwardian to boot... I love how quintessentially 1909 it is. Discovered it in a YT video. The thought of them getting married makes me cry. This song in general makes me want to cry, it's so romantic, tender, and exudes my favourite era...

Let us float, float, float through the clouds, and just have a lot of fun. We'll go up, up, up as two and then come down as one.

Put Your Head on My Shoulder. We Belong Together. I always imagine Maurice and Alec slowdancing to songs that come on the radio together, when the 1950s hits... Alec probably rests his head on his shoulder as this plays and they dance...

I'm using a lot of ellipses, am I secretly Rupert Graves?

Welcome to the 70s and 80s. They love dancing together and being with each other. Now, Panalangin can be a happy song. My only prayer for this lifetime ... To be together with you. And this heart won't allow if you will be away from me.

Just the Two of Us. What a nice, vibey song. Great title, great scenario of them dancing to this...

Tiny Dancer. Your Song. MLM people in the 70s + Radio, being happy and in love with each other. — I just thought I should add some Elton. A different friend, and I, like him. Maurice sings to Alec, "And you can tell everybody this is your song." That I put down in words how wonderful life is with you in the world.

Electric Love. Fun fact: this song got me to share the playlist. Got me thinking about them and their anniversary again. The funky busy instrumental describes well their passionate love. The highs of electric LOOOOOOVE describe the intensity of them.

Alt text continued: themselves together under and the love. And the love. The song has its own tension and it perfectly pictures their own tension. So yeah, this is THEIR song quite literally.

Sorry if my music taste is perhaps basic. I just made it for when I hear songs that are Them.

Falling for Ya. Alec falls for Maurice. "I saw you when you first drove up, Mr Hall..." Something about Maurice, right? Plus really nice vintage vibes with the music. The bit about Into your arms and it's a secure sure sounds like Maurice. Awh, they're falling for *each other*...

Rainbow Connections. Gay and bi people. Marriage. Everything that Maurice and Alec went through to get here, where they were meant to be. Clive. Working for Clive. Leading up to now.

All the things that had to go right, all the things that had to go wrong, that lead us to the place where we were going all along.

On the YT version there's a soft/jazzy cover of Panalangin here. Because they're old and spending time together and being happy. What a throwback, a defined meaning in their lives over time.

Still Into You. After all these decades... Old and grown, together... True soulmates... Two men can defy the world... Maurice and Alec still roam the greenwood. Imagine Maurice meeting Alec's mom in this context. If only.

Postmodern Jukebox cover, because they are a quintessentially 20th century couple. They exude vintage.

Some piano playing for Alec. Soft, tender, romantic, emotional, true. Feels like nighttime. Feels like Maurice and Alec. And a throwback to the pre 1914 world as well. Claire de Lune feels like... A credits of life piece. Time spent in the early 1980s. Nocturne feels like that too, but more romantic. Smidge less nighttime. Ah yes, Gymnopédies. The truest credits feel of them all. None of these actually are credits for Maurice and Alec, but I struggle to find the word for this feeling. But yeah. These all have Them vibes to me. Piano of the time just does I suppose. Glad to be reminded of them at any time.

What a long playlist. Like going through almost their whole lives together. 1:52 hrs. Almost like a movie. Imagine that. A full movie of THEIR lives... But leaving to the imagination was a good thing. Led to this such action. Thank you E.M. Forster.

Timeline:

1. Pendersleigh

4. & 5. Russet Room. Night, then Morning

9. Cricket

10. Boathouse Nights

18. The Museum

20. The Hotel

21. After

23. The Boathouse

24. They Still Roam the Greenwood

I just like to imagine them dancing to songs on the radio, for decades to come...

#maurice 1987 #maurice 1914 #maurice #maurice hall #alec scudder #Spotify

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hey! i love your blog and i've read the swiftgron masterpost. i'm kinda wondering what songs (you're pretty sure) are about dianna?

(also i think wanegbt is abt di but it's more of taylor poking fun of her and di's on/off rs rather than a "shady" breakup song. i kind of see some parallels between wanegbt and ayhtdws)

oh yessss last time i got this question it ripped the fandom asunder (kidding but you know people disagree w me)

ok let’s start with Red

SINCE I CLEARLY PROVED AND ESTABLISHED THAT SWIFTGRON WAS NOT ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED UNTIL SPRING OF 2012 BECAUSE BOTH LADIES SEEM TO BE INVOLVED WITH OTHER WOMEN UP UNTIL THAT POINT CLICK HERE FOR PROOF OF ALL OF THAT

it’s fair to say none of the breakup songs are about Dianna

state of grace mentions four blue eyes, a fire sign, and is a breakup song so not dianna

red = breakup song = not dianna

we know IKYWT was not about her because breakup song

taylor said treacherous was about the same person as IKYWT so we cannot claim that song (SADLY I WISH WE COULD IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL) All Too Well = written long before dianna was on the scene and a breakup song so not Dianna

22 = well her damn name is in the liner notes so this is the first song we can canonically claim for swiftgron nation yasssss

I almost do = break up = nope

we are never ever getting back together - this one i waver on. the indie record line is dianna to a T and it is very light-hearted and almost satirical song. i think it’s possible it was born out of silly tiff the two had, but one issue with claiming this for swiftgron nation is when taylor wrote the song in June the girls had not been separated for an entire month so the “we hadn’t seen each other in a month when you said you needed space line” would be sort of “inaccurate” (ofc it’s music/poetry so you know taylor could easily fudge that detail/use hyperbole in a song but still now that i know the timeline as well as i do i have to note that) - dianna did tweet about that song so perhaps she was claiming it, perhaps she was just celebrating her girl - i’m undecided here y’all tell me who it’s about

stay stay stay = i’ve heard it was written in 2010 but never seen a receipt. if it wasn’t then i would claim it. y’all tell me.

the last time = breakup song written just as swiftgron was happily ramping up in spring 2012 = not dianna

holy ground = breakup/reflective song written before swiftgron was together = not dianna (YES i KNOW about the note on the door with the joke they made but i think that’s a coincidence - the song was written before that party)

sad beautiful tragic = nope break up so not dianna

the lucky one = written either right before or right after they got together, supposed to be about joni Mitchell right? posssssibly inspired a bit by dianna’s experience in Hollywood? but i don’t think so. this was before she was written out of glee.

everything has changed = YEP swiftgron love ANTHEM. (i think it was originally written for liz with her Gemini status and green eyes but taylor flipped the lyrics and dianna tweeted that bitch the day red came out it’s HERS)

starlight = about the Kennedys but maybe a hint of the swiftgron early love story hidden in there begin again = swiftgron love anthem!!! come back... be here = swiftgron love anthem!

the moment i knew = no

girl at home = no

now for 1989

welcome to ny = not dianna but it’s a skip anyway so who cares? it’s a friendship song about appreciating the city and maybe hints of karlie

blank space = nope satirical reflective song

style = yes cam’s fav thankfully is a swiftgron anthem!!!

out of the woods = i used to think was a song ab bearding with harry but just last night while recording a pod ep i decided no it’s a swiftgron song! listen to it today click here

all you had to do was stay = yep and tbh (aside from babe) that’s as bad as it gets for our girl i personally think. taylor has dropped some absolute DISS TRACKS about exes and people she has beef with but dianna never got put on blast compared to mad woman, should've said no, dear john, among others

shake it off = nope and skip

i wish you would = yep about dianna driving by her house after they were broken up in fall of 2013

bad blood = i kind of do think this is about katy perry but it’s not about a business dispute idk i don’t know how to exactly explain but it’s a vibe

wildest dreams = song about karlie that she wrote through the lens of just having had a rough breakup with dianna “i can see it ends as it begins” she’s nervous at the start because she’s scared kaylor will end the same way, but in general it’s about karlie tho the hint of a swiftgron breakup is in the air

how you get the girl = yep about dianna (supposedly proposing tho tbh i don’t know if i believe that)

this love = yep about her and dianna reuniting in fall 2012 i know places = so i know supposedly kimby kloss liked a tweet that said it was about karlie (haven’t seen the receipt but whatever) but kaylors gotta pick blue or green eyes. dianna has green eyes. taylor starts singing about blue eyes when she gets with karlie, and also taylor writes the line “we are the foxes” i believe she had already written that line or had it planned out when she wore that stupid fox sweater when she was out with harry in nyc because she was planning on people tying that lyric back to that day and tie the song to harry because she’s insane like that:

so if she had already written the line at the time of this hangout the song is about dianna (or you know...harry if you’re into that but if you are why are you on this blog bye)

clean = yes swiftgron breakup anthem

wonderland = i think about kellie pickler

you are in love = about karlie but early drafts supposedly contained the lyric you were in love so maybe originally about looking back on her relationship with dianna but taylor firmly gave it to karlie with that Instagram post

new romantics = just about friends and fun and should have replaced welcome to ny

OTHERS:

babe obviously

and i think you can make differing strengths of arguments for other post 1989 songs but none i would lose sleep over someone telling me it wasn’t dianna

so it goes..., death by a thousand cuts, and the 1 are the ones i think there are the strongest arguments for

also i think lea michele’s songs battlefield and on my way are about her but who asked

also thank you for loving my blog this blog loves you back!

also to be clear i don’t know for sure who any songs are actually about let me make it clear that this is just my best guess and opinion

also the thing ab wonderland being about kellie pickler was a joke it’s obviously the loudest most obnoxious swiftgron song in existence

#Anonymous

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nothingbutfangirlsmut · 4 years

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The Trials of Emi

Pairing: A little Minho. A sprinkle of Frypan. Gally x Emi(OC)

Summary: Emi, her twin brother Thomas, and a small group of gladers had been rescued and taken to a safe haven. Or so it seemed. It doesn't take long for Thomas to realize something is wrong. What happens next is a true trial for all of them but Emi's trials began the moment she was ripped away from a dying Gally. Watching someone you love die right before your eyes truly takes a toll.

Finally meeting the right arm could have been the end but betrayal leads to even more chaos and loss. A new mission to rescue those taken from them leads them to a city. The last city. After Emi finally comes to terms with everything that's happened something unfolds that changes everything again. She will have to not only deal with helping her brother take down WCKD and save their friend but also deal with all the new problems in her head and her heart.

Rating: As of right now it’s at most PG13. Some strong language that’s about it but it could change.

(This is the 2nd part/book to my other story "The Maze trials: A Gally Fanfiction". This will cover the events of the scorch trails and the death cure.)

Chapter Eight

The next morning Newt woke me up. I felt even worse now than I did last night. He helped me up to my feet. I swayed a bit from the dizziness.

"You alright?" He asked as he held onto my arms.

"I'm okay" I said quietly.

Jorge led us out back into the sand cover street. There were people all over the place now. We stayed together as a tight group. Newt and Minho stayed close to each side of me. I was trying my best to keep myself steady as we walked but each step seemed harder and harder. I felt hotter than I should. The sun was out and it was warm but not enough to make me sweat like I was.

"It's right up here," Jorge said.

Not far ahead of us was a large group of people. One man was standing outside a door. He spoke to a few people as they took a drink of something then went inside the door behind him. Jorge stopped a few feet from that man.

"Marcus, we need to talk," Jorge said.

The man glared at him then snapped his fingers. Two men armed with guns appeared at his sides pointing their weapons at us.

"I have nothing to say," Marcus told Jorge.

"I'll make it worth your wildest dreams," Jorge said.

Marcus looked intrigued. He dismissed his guards as he stepped closer to Jorge.

"Go find Thomas and Brenda," Jorge said to Teresa.

She nodded then took off towards the door. Marcus tried to stop her but Jorge punched him. He fell to the ground as Newt followed behind Teresa. Minho and Aris helped me into the building with Fry and Clint close behind us. A few feet in front of us Teresa and Newt were kneeling. As we got closer I could see it was Thomas laying unconscious on the floor.

Jorge stepped inside pulling Marcus by the collar of his shirt. He pulled out his gun then fired two shots into the ceiling. The party that was going on instantly stopped as everyone turned towards Jorge.

"Parties over" Jorge shouted.

The large group started to empty out of the door until it was only our group with Jorge and Marcus. Brenda was silently sitting in a chair on the far end of the room looking drugged out of her mind. Jorge put Marcus into a chair then quickly tied him there with a rope. Newt and Fry moved Thomas onto a small bed in the corner. Minho helped me over to a chair.

"You don't look so good," Minho said softly.

"Jeez thanks" I said softly with a small smile.

Minho chuckled.

"You know what I meant Emi. We gotta get you better." He said as he gently touched my cheeks then my forehead.

"Hey, hey you're okay," Teresa said softly.

I turned to see Thomas now awake.

"Hi. We have to stop meeting like this." Teresa chuckled softly.

Minho left my side to step over to Thomas.

"Welcome back you ugly shank." He said jokingly then stepped back over to me.

"Son of a bitch!" Jorge shouted then slapped, Marcus.

"Dammit!" Jorge shouted.

Thomas got out of the bed then slowly walked over to me. Newt was sitting on the arm of my chair sulking.

"I'm sorry you're gonna have to leave my house," Marcus said to Jorge.

Thomas stopped to look at what Jorge was doing.

"Looks like you've been having fun," Newt grumbled.

"Listen, I don't enjoy hurting you. Where is the Right Arm Marcus?" Jorge questioned harshly.

"Wait, this is Marcus?" Thomas asked.

Marcus laughed.

"Kid catches on quick. Are you the brains of the operation?" Marcus asked Thomas.

"I know you know where they're hiding. So you tell me and I'll make you a deal. You can come with us." Jorge told him.

"I burned that bridge a long time ago. Besides, I make my own deal. You're the one who taught me never to miss an opportunity." Marcus laughed.

"What's he talking about?" Newt asked.

"I'm talking about supply and demand. WCKD wants all the immune they can get. I help provide that for them. So I lure the kids in. They get drunk. They have a good time and then, later, WCKD comes in. They separate the weak from the chaff." Marcus laughed menacingly.

"I change my mind Hermano. I do enjoy hurting you." Jorge said then kicked Marcus causing his chair to tip back so he was laying on his back.

Jorge jumped on top of him then pulled out a blade pressing it to Marcus' throat.

"Talk! Talk!" Jorge shouted in his face.

"Okay, Jesus, I'm not making any promises. These guys like to move around." Marcus said.

Jorge climbed off of him then pulled his chair upright.

"They have an outpost in the mountains. It's a long way away. You got half of WCKD on your ass. You're never gonna make it." Marcus informed us.

"Not on foot. Where's Bertha?" Jorge asked with a smile.

"Not Bertha," Marcus said with a pout.

As Jorge pried the location of Bertha out of Marcus Minho helped me back to my feet. Thomas turned to face me.

"What happened to you?" He asked with worried filled eyes.

"Her wound is getting worse. Jorge said she's lost too much blood." Minho answered for me.

"I'm fine Tommy," I said softly.

Jorge took a set of keys from Marcus then told us all to follow him again. Minho wrapped his arm around my waist to help me walk. Jorge led us out of a back door to an area that looked like a junkyard. Off to the side was a huge blue tarp that covered something. Jorge went straight over to it. He ripped the tarp off revealing a large blue vehicle.

"Hello Bertha" Jorge said with a smile.

We all climbed inside as Jorge took the driver's seat. A sudden wave of exhaustion came over me as I laid my head against Minho's shoulder.

"Emi, you have to stay awake. If you pass out we might not be able to wake you up." Clint said from behind me.

Minho was quick to lift my head up. He turned my head to face him.

"Talk to me about something," Minho said quietly.

"Like what?" I asked barely above a whisper.

I could feel my eyelids growing heavier by the second. Jorge had sped up once he heard what Clint had said.

"Tell me how much you hate me," Minho said.

I chuckled softly.

"I don't hate you Minho. It breaks my heart that you were the one who threw that spear. It was my spear. It's something I've thought about every day but I had a dream and it convinced me not to withdraw from any of you guys because you're my family. I need you as much as you need me." I explained in a whisper.

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Reconciliation

Characters: Rowena, reader

Pairing: Rowena/reader

Summary: Following a painful separation, Rowena and reader have a heart to heart.

Editor: @oswinthestrange

You've done your best to avoid her, but as the excitement died down and everyone pretty much accepted the world was going to hell whether they screamed about it or kept their mouths shut, the two of you found yourselves alone in the kitchen.

Rummaging the cupboards in search for more liquor (the harder, the better. You were no drinker, but considering the world was going to end in a few hours, you figured might as well just go with the flow), you paid Rowena no mind. Drink, you reminded yourself, willing yourself to stay focused on you task. You're here for the drink.

You just needed to find it, and then you would forget. Forget that the world was ending. Forget that there was a madwoman on the loose. Forget that up until a few hours ago you were working with a psychopath who was partly to blame for this tension.

Forget her.

Until she, along with you, along with the rest of this universe, disappears forever.

"You might as well just say it," Rowena said as she put the kettle on, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

You gulped. There goes the idea to ignore her. "Say what?"

"Whatever it is you've been wanting to say." You turned to her, and she shot you a deadpan look, crossing her arms over her chest like a teacher who'd caught their student in a lie. "You've been staring at me for hours, dear. Don't think I haven't noticed."

Great.

You never were good at subtlety.

"There's nothing to say."

"Really? I think there's plenty."

"The world's ending and I'm looking for a drink," you said, shrugging.

Rowena narrowed her eyes. "You don't drink."

You did now. "Maybe I do. Maybe I always did." She was doing this now, of all times? "Since when do you care what I'm doing?"

"Don't do this," she said with a sigh.

"I'm not doing anything," you said, a tad more harshly than intended. "Sorry your boyfriend's not here anymore. I'd say good riddance, but I don't wanna hurt your feelings."

"Don't," she warned.

You ignored her. "Must've felt good to see him again, after all this time."

"That's enough, Mariana!" Rowena said sternly. "I won't let you talk to me like that."

"Why don't you just ignore me – again? You're good at that."

"You're acting like a child!" she accused.

"At least I'm not pretending nothing happened!" you shot back. Tears prickled at your eyes, rimming them red. Memories flashed in your mind, as fresh and bright as if they were new. You begging Rowena not to do it. Her assuring you everything will be fine. The look of adoration on her face as she observed him, while you stood aside in the shadows, ignored and forgotten. The walls you'd hidden behind. A loud, spine-chilling crack. Her limp body falling to the ground. Eyes, once full of light, staring at you with a lifeless gaze. "You've made your choice, Rowena."

"As have you," she said after a short break. "You knew what you were getting into. I'm a wicked witch, love. Never claimed to be otherwise. I'm not to blame for your unreasonable expectations."

Ouch.

"I never asked you to love me! I just wanted you to be my friend!" you snapped, tears spilling from your eyes. "I gave you a chance when everyone else thought you a lost cause. I left everything I had behind, just to be with you. I stood by you. Defended you. And how did you repay me? By trusting Satan over me! Fucking Satan, Rowena!"

She had the decency to look ashamed, shifting her gaze aside. The words stung, but you had to let them out. You had to let her know.

Your feelings for Rowena were no secret. At first you hid them, but with time it became harder to pretend as if nothing had changed between the two of you. So you stopped. There was no use acting like you thought of her as just a friend, when every single cell in your body burned with desire for her. Rowena noticed straight away, but said nothing. Her stance was clear. And so was yours.

Just as she had a strict no feelings attached policy, you felt entitled to nothing. All you wanted was to learn from her, to be at least half a witch she was. Being her friend was more than enough.

You'd known about her thirst for power from the very start. But to think she would trust Lucifer, of all people…

What hurt the most wasn't her trusting him.

It was her trusting him more than you.

"You know why I was there? I was going to blackmail Crowley to release you," you told her, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt. "Instead I had to watch Lucifer kill you."

"Darling, I…" Rowena looked at you, features softening. "It was foolish of me to trust him. I know that now. If you'd stayed–"

"I couldn't," you cut in. "Every time you get hurt, I worry like crazy. And watching you die… I thought I'd lost you forever. I'd rather be away from you than go through that again."

As much as it pained you to leave her, you couldn't stay with her anymore. Bruises and cuts popping up on her body from time to time were bad enough, but watching her die… It was hell. You could take care of a few injuries. Death, on the other hand, was out of your jurisdiction. She'd survived Lucifer's attempt on her life, but who's to say she would be this lucky next time?

She hadn't even told you about the failsafe. When Lucifer snapped her neck, you thought that was it, that you would never see her again. Seeing her come back to life a few minutes afterwards, as you knelt beside her body and cried your eyes out, was a welcome surprise. But it was also the last straw.

Rowena walked over to you, placing her hands on your cheeks. You eased into her touch, heart jumping at the feel of her delicate skin on yours. You'd almost forgotten how gentle she could be, how soft and warm her hands were. The same hands that wielded power you could only dream of having were caressing you so tenderly that you felt as if you would melt any moment now.

You missed this; missed having her this close, missed touching her.

"If I were to promise that things would be different, would you consider coming back?" she asked, eyes staring deep into yours. If you didn't know her any better, you'd think she was begging. But there was no way; she was Rowena, a wicked witch, unapologetic to the core. She didn't beg. She claimed and ruined and destroyed, but she never begged. Not unless she needed something, or…

Or if there was more to her than met the eye.

And if there was one thing you were one hundred percent certain of, it was that Rowena MacLeod was a complicated creature. She had a soft side. She could be kind. She could be sweet.

Who's to say she hadn't cherished your friendship the same way you had?

"Does it matter?" you asked. "We'll all be dead in a few hours, anyway."

"That's a few hours less of solitude," Rowena said.

You leaned forwards, pressing your forehead to hers. "I'm scared," you admitted, everything you'd been holding back for months pouring out in the form of tears and sobs. Gone was the anger and disappointment. All you had left now was pain; pain of life soon to be lost, pain of taking so long to face her. If you'd given her another chance, you could have had a few more months with her. You could have had her with you, as a mentor, perhaps even as a good friend.

Instead, you were all alone.

And now, it was too late to change that.

You hadn't even had a full day to be with her.

"I know, darling," Rowena cooed in a manner that was more motherly and tender than ever before.

"I don't want to die," you wept. "I want to be with you. I'm sorry I left. I should've given you another chance."

"You were in the right to leave," she soothed, using her fingers to wipe away your tears. "I have betrayed your trust. I was foolish to think the devil would make good on his promises. You warned me not to trust him and I ignored you. If anyone should apologize, it's me."

"Forget it," you told her. She regretted her actions just as you had regretted yours. That was more than enough for you. "Just be here. Be my friend. That's all I want."

"Friend?" Rowena stepped back, looking you in the eyes as she raised a pointed eyebrow. "Darling, who said anything about friendship?"

She didn't give you time to process her words, whatever it is you'd mouthed to say forever cut off by the force of her lips connecting with yours. There was passion in that kiss that you'd never experienced before, hunger like no other. You found yourself as stiff as a statue, unable to move, unable to breathe, unable to do anything but just stand there and let her do as she pleased.

Rowena was a fantastic kisser. She was an experienced lover, centuries your senior, and it showed. God, it showed! Not even in your wildest dreams had she kissed you like this. A mere fantasy could never be as good – as magical, as special – as the real thing.

"You… you kissed me," you whispered as your lips parted, gasping for breath.

"Aye," Rowena said. "Let's just say you aren't the only one who thought things through these past few months."

She… liked you? Rowena MacLeod, one of the most powerful witches alive, a force of nature, the love of your life, liked you? Liked you liked you?

If there was ever a time when you wanted to jump out of your skin, it was now.

"But what about Chuck?"

Rowena frowned. "What about him?"

"You and him seemed quite… chummy," you said a tad too bitterly than you'd intended. Being angry wasn't the only reason you avoided her. Watching the person you're in love with practically drool all over someone else �� God, of all people – was far from easy. Lucifer was one thing, but the Man Himself? A common witch like you couldn't compete with that.

"That was just flattery, dear," Rowena said with a chuckle.

You let out a small sigh. So it wasn't adoration. Rather, she was kissing his ass in a way only she knew how.

"Are you jealous?" she asked, an amused smirk playing on her lips.

You blushed. "I didn't even know you were into girls."

"Oh, sweetie, I couldn't care less about what's down there," she said, motioning to your crotch. "The only thing that interests me is what's up here." She put a forefinger to your temple. "You're one intriguing lass."

"I-I'm assuming that's a good thing?" you stammered, uncertain.

"That's a great thing," Rowena said. "How about we find ourselves a room and make the best out of our few remaining hours?"

A wide grin spread across your face. Dying didn't seem quite as bad with her by your side.

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