#or 'for the blue eyed boys i got a love. for the cruel youth i have a love' like okay
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"For the tyrants in a rut, I got a love
For the gutless dogs, I got a love
For the doomed youth, I got a love
Won't you tell me please
Why they got no love for me"
#tomgreg#tom wambsgans#gregory hirsch#greg hirsch#succession#cant believe gay love won succession. i wish nothing but the worst for the happy couple :) <3#the song in the caption is siberian nights by the kills#its in my playlist that i postet here too heh#'i could make you come in threes. im halfway to my knees. am i too close to comfort?' was another contendor for the caption#or 'for the blue eyed boys i got a love. for the cruel youth i have a love' like okay#too many good lines in this song man#anyway... that bathroom slapfight to affixing your sticker to objects you covet. they were insane for that. how tf did tomgreg win
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“Flower London, that you, all the”
Have you gave things grant shout sight hair.
When I could certain by
thy creature like: the beaches, up
the bleating boy, my break
on the gold together. Long Home,
Euclid, Decatur, Union,
Straubs, Rebecca, Bennett Ave.
The hodge porridge of
the roses as the next, to watches
bare within, nor slaue,
and down to thick-moted silver
can compare, ’twould then I
could wakes a matter perching twa
laughing broods an unto
Crested in a good! Three with the
world’s cream in war’s eyes, the
Dung. The fault. A mathematicians
scorched man. Like a prest:
o my kimmer, thou every beads
it, being is, among
the shall buy me intense with th’
Indias offered age
asks to ire. Of the steps can only
with some of. Are vanished
grace, which hath the middle my
little this I never
be so, and by his fiery
nunners relent, but stranger
sound Prentice slow and sic pleasure.
And on her thence, hands,
which Natures thunder which may reaches,
up thou, Anthea,
must I: forsaking but sad and
stay; you came: he tide. The
red golden Vessels all. Now is
but when we knocking the
straight reaches, and mind inster, yet
you, to sell. But at heau’ns
enuy not be fountains asleeps
overlooked to my stranger.
Fixed bed-posts sharpest hours, days
the incline from a wink
an Arthur winds were up and now
lost remov’d, be better
of; your stand, of whales cold winding
but slow autumn turned him
an’ kiss your lov’d: oh pardon: I
dinna sing still I find
to gained, telling page, nor evenings
she, Blythe beguil’d, yet down.
The deafe of one more. With his inces
of Her, nor slaves whom
Fame with your loved her tears, of your
home, my Sandy gied my
motion after maternal brow,
ere I got my gazing
when forget such expectation!
Flower London, that you,
all the sun; coral beneath drunk
of deserve it? I never
spite, for I’d entend. The
writing wash her, a whither
loathed upon the and veins. Never
more! With which you have
as happiness of Both went to
me; nay, aweary, I
would strangle, and cruel knife, That London,
the black weeds with the
hulls of the bait: that, carrying
the smiled, she footsteps along,
where tend here in war with Time,
little of Rome and slight
and sown works the frail and could evening,
or whom the cups of
mine grow richly part us no
show and to spangled love
it left me in peace, white-wall; but
found. And me Dead, another
own of my selfe in rudest
lie? Pearls not from sence untouch
beguile; time wear mermaid’s
yellowing eyes hastens on
that warld’s wealth, sae sweet disaster-
clock, in their image of
their poisoned no other lute thing:
god for there choppers the
world that temple could be the from
the said. Either whenceforward
in thy beauty, like each
other chains called dapper
boxes to perceive; and grace, it
didn’t you cry. Like a red
golden growth, they in you loved him
alone gleams athwart the
you left me, the night; but to lay.
A million-hoofed falls, too
until I ne’er thee. Why heats, fainting
house with than all the
fair in its chirrup on the should
I eat? But strange you believed
be, and has justice him weary.
This ill-wrest; and that
shew thou dost dead! Of his cry there
you think you have birth; thy
Soul would street to gaily, Busy
old and vaine summer. When
plac’d to be from pearly lawn, youth
open, won’t know, into
his pegs; but to hath this swollen
and take som pleasure those
glass maintain ones in the shells he
knows warrior can live
anyone of allied by Love, to
was struck forlorn, till move
like a little moon. Oft in the
sense with its blue harbor
and wide blue mouse behind as the
face nor sleepless, and states,
and the snow that darkens and bed’s
she’s tho’ world. Yet be seen,
whose sweetness seat whales staff gave me
yon bonie face of a hauf,
and o’er who dead! A woman in
thee as earth. I would ye
head. When the unquiet as the steal,
and he think only in
the side. Go thee time by-street, had
high rock. To speech, its towers,
black-eyed serpent lights are just
Foreign law; and say, what
better is far more: it in my
fill’d to me, or, know. The
hear my shoulder at O lonesome
do living but not that
mine of ambers, as free, and minutes
him, and the next intense
to go. His hand the three April’s
selfe thro’ the creeps
besidence. Choose years, and give the winters,
and with the combination.
Or instead of all was
she! And what I do and
he hill them heart. And the voyce, when
this is thy way, becauses
glow tells for evening back down
yon lonely for mermaiden
prove me of Love did your windy
hill? She winged echoes
red; if snakes. London stallion dies.
The other philters school
excellence; the stronged form what
strain’d, spurd with that I went.
#poetry#automatically generated text#Patrick Mooney#Markov chains#Markov chain length: 5#178 texts#ballad
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for the tyrants in a rut, i got a love. for the gutless dogs, i got a love. for the doomed youth, i got love.
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for the millionth time, i got a love. for the blue-eyed boys, i got a love. for the cruel youth, i got a love.
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won't you tell me please, why they got no love for me—won't you show me please, why they show no love for me.
— [ the kills / 'sibirian nights' ] — [ 18 / FEB / 23 / 06:47PM ]
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Athazagoraphobia (250 Drabble)
250 Celebration Masterlist
Pairing: Ivar/Reader
Prompt: Athazagoraphobia - (n.) the fear of forgetting, being forgotten or ignored, or being replaced
Word Count: 1003 (I’m really struggling with the less than 1k words huh?)
Warnings: Angst, lost love
A/N: I’m not making it to the five drabbles of today, I’ll post a couple of em, and the rest tomorrow. I’m sorry, but I’m a mess atm and I can’t write as much (or as well) as I’d like to. Anyways, I hope you like this, and thank you!
Taglist: @youbloodymadgenius @xbellaxcarolinax @1950schick @ietss @peachyboneless @encounterthepast @xceafh @maggiescarborough @chibisgotovalhalla
You grip the edge of the ship tightly, watching the silhouette of the city taking form in the distance. A navy accompanies you, your fame precedes you; and yet you have become nothing but a wide-eyed girl with a too-soft heart the moment you saw that city in the horizon.
In all these years, you have asked yourself many times why you never returned to him, you have asked the Gods why Fate was that you forged a life across the sea from your heart, you have asked the seeresses of how he fares and whether he has forgotten you.
The answers to those questions are difficult. Some evade you, some you ignore, and some you know.
You know you haven’t returned because you found a home in the thrill of discovery; you know when he drowned on the way to England your heart broke and died in that sea, and the loss hurt too much for you to forge a life near him; you don’t know whether his heart remembers yours still, but the old and battle-worn hammer of Thor that hangs from your neck even today tells you yours does remember his.
The ships dock, and you have no more time for reminiscing.
You think you catch sight of a few familiar faces in the crowd, but the inked face of your youth approaches, and you smile with ease. He greets you with a shout of your name as you descend from your ship.
Harald approaches with a smile, and places with strong and familiar hands on your shoulders.
“It has been too long,” He laughs, “You travel with my brother to those strange lands before joining me in a raid. I should be offended.”
You shake your head, “I’d spent a few winters here already. I am not one to be tied to places, Harald.”
His smile turns to that of the King, to that of the scheming man that taught you much of what you know, and his eyes narrow.
“But you are tied to people, it seems. You return now.”
“You know why I’m here.” You state without hesitation.
“I know what you’re here for, I don’t know why.”
You motion for him to lead the way, and after a huff he does, with sure steps and the annoying expression of the cat that got the mouse.
The doors open and familiar faces greet you, though the throne room is almost deserted. When you cross the doorway three men raise their heads, ready to tell you to leave, but of course they don’t.
You don’t recognize the dark-haired man that’s with the boys you grew up with, but he doesn’t say a word.
“You came.” Hvitserk breathes, standing up and crossing the distance between you in long strides.
Before you know it, he wraps his arms around and lifts you up, huffing a laugh as you hold on tightly to his shoulders.
It feels familiar, he still smells and feels and sounds the same, and regret clogs at your throat. When you pull away, you look into his eyes,
“Your father, your mother-…I’m…I’m sorry. I should have come back sooner.”
“You are here now,” He promises, brow against yours and smile wide and easy on his lips, “That’s what matters.”
“But why are you here, huh?” Ivar taunts, cold and cruel. You try to ignore the pain it sends all the way to your chest to hear his voice again for the first time in so many years and have it be laced by hate, distrust, fury.
“You are planning on attacking Kattegat. You need as many warriors and shieldmaidens as you can get.”
“I don’t need you.” He snarls back, and you step to the side, moving yourself out from behind Hvitserk. You meet his unyielding blue eyes and stand your ground.
“People you can trust are always needed, Ivar.”
His head tilts to the side, and the curve of his smile is cruel when he says, “That’s the thing, I can’t trust you.”
You don’t waver, lifting your chin and stating, “Learn how to, then. I’m not leaving you to fight alone.”
Refusing to stand for another second the vitriol in the eyes that once looked at you with nothing but love, you turn around and leave the throne room.
Later, with the darkness of night embracing you, you find yourself standing at the edge of Tamdrup’s forests, leaning against an old tree and watching older ghosts dance before you.
You feel a presence behind you, and the unfamiliar sound of their steps startles you. Ivar stands behind you, his hand on a crutch at his side, his legs surrounded by iron.
You say nothing, eyeing him carefully as he moves closer to you. You study the way he now walks, the workings of the braces on his legs that look painful; you study the longer hair, shaved at the sides and braided to the back of his head; you study the older, more angular face of the man you love, the eyes of familiar hue but yet so foreign in their coldness.
“You’ve accomplished a lot, shieldmaiden,” Ivar starts, lacking the vitriol and cruelty from earlier. You could swear he sounds proud. “Defended Ribe, travelled to new lands…”
“So have you. Repton, York. And soon, Kattegat.” You remind him. Ivar smiles, but it is barely the pull of the side of his mouth.
A deep breath, and he asks, “Why are you here alone?”
“Alone?”
His eyes pierce into yours, but he says nothing, forcing you to understand the meaning behind his words.
You lower your gaze with a foolish smile on your lips. You fetch the pendant of Mjolnir that even after so many years still hangs from your neck, and trace over the old metal with gentle fingers.
“Someone I loved gave me this in exchange for my heart. I still have this,” You lift your gaze to his, find finally familiar blue eyes looking back. “And he still has my heart.”
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This one will be continued in Inevitable, a Kiss prompted drabble. I’ll post it somewhere before the end of the week!
Thank you so much for reading, I love you!
#ivar the boneless x reader#ivar x reader#ivar the boneless imagine#ivar the boneless#ivar#250holyfuckthankyou#250 holy fuck thank you
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THE CELESTIAL JUKEBOX, PRESENT TENSE - 250 SONGS
Again, some of this is personal and sentimental, linked to time and place and experience.
50 Cent, “Many Men (Wish Death)”
100 gecs, “800db cloud”
10,000 Maniacs, “Candy Everybody Wants”
Bryan Adams, “Everything I Do”
Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass, “Spanish Flea”
America, “Sister Golden Hair”
Julie Andrews, “My Favorite Things”
Animal Collective, “Brother Sport”
Aphex Twin, “Tha”
Fiona Apple, “Extraordinary Machine”
Louis Armstrong, “What a Wonderful World”
Ash, “Shining Light”
Atlantic Starr, “Always”
Atlas Sound, “Washington School”
Autechre, “Vose In”
The B-52s, “Deadbeat Club”
Bananarama, “Cruel Summer”
The Beatles, “All My Loving”
Beck, “Girl”
Belle & Sebastian, “Seymour Stein”
Benoit & Sergio, “Boy Trouble”
Beyoncé, “Countdown”
Bikini Kill, “Alien She”
Bilal, “West Side Girl”
Bjork, “It’s Oh So Quiet”
Black Dice, “Pigs”
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, “Stop”
The Black-Eyed Peas, “Imma Be”
Blast Off Country Style, “Cutie Pie”
Blondie, “Heart of Glass”
The Bloodhound Gang, “Your Only Friends Are Make-Believe”
The Box Tops, “The Letter”
Brainiac, “I Am A Cracked Machine”
Michelle Branch, “Everywhere”
Laura Branigan, “Gloria”
The Breeders, “Off You”
Danny Brown, “Gremlins”
James Brown, “Get Up I Feel Like Being a Sex Machine”
Jackson Browne, “Somebody’s Baby”
Vanessa Carlton, “A Thousand Miles”
Harry Chapin, “Cat’s in the Cradle”
Tracy Chapman, “Fast Car”
The Carpenters, “Yesterday Once More”
Julian Casablancas and the Voidz, “Human Sadness”
The Chemical Brothers, “Free Yourself”
Chixdiggit!, “My Restaurant”
Cibo Matto, “Sunday, Pt. 1”
Ciara feat. Missy Elliott, “One, Two Step”
Clipse, “Dirty Money”
Jim Croce, “Operator”
Crosby, Stills, and Nash, “You Don’t Have To Cry”
Christopher Cross, “Ride Like the Wind”
Cryptacize, “Mythomania”
Crystal Castles, “Air War”
Culture Club, “Karma Chameleon”
Terrence Trent D’Arby, “Sign Your Name”
Daft Punk, “Around the World”
Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich, “Hold Tight”
Dead Kennedys, “Kill the Poor”
DeBarge, “The Rhythm of the Night”
Deerhoof, “+81”
Deerhunter, “Octet”
Depeche Mode, “Personal Jesus”
Dial, “Helium”
The Diplomats, “Dipset Anthem”
DMX, “Stop Being Greedy”
The Doobie Brothers, “Black Water”
Dr. Dre feat. Snoop Dogg, “Nuthin’ But a G Thang”
The-Dream, “Love King”
Duran Duran, “Hungry Like The Wolf”
Bob Dylan, “Positively 4th Street”
The Eagles, “Lyin’ Eyes”
Eat Skull, “Cooking a Way to be Happy”
Elastica, “Connection”
The Everly Brothers, “All I Have to Do is Dream”
The Ben Folds Five, “The Battle of Who Could Care Less”
Eleanor Friedberger, “Stare at the Sun”
Eminem feat. Dido, “Stan”
Brian Eno, “Cindy Tells Me”
Eurythmics, “Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)”
Extreme, “More Than Words”
The Fall, “Glam-Racket”
Roberta Flack, “Killing Me Softly With His Song”
Flipper, “Ha Ha Ha”
Dan Fogelberg, “Longer”
The Free Design, “The Proper Ornaments”
Fur, “Devil to the Lamb”
Garbage, “Only Happy When It Rains”
Judy Garland, “Over the Rainbow”
Kevin Gates, “Paper Chasers”
Ghostface Killah, “Shakey Dog”
Freddie Gibbs, “20 Karat Jesus”
Godspeed You! Black Emperor, “The Dead Flag Blues”
Gorillaz feat. De La Soul, “Feel Good Inc.”
Go Sailor, “I’m Still Crying”
Granddaddy, “A.M. 180”
Colleen Green, “I Want to Grow Up”
Green Day, “Basket Case”
Grimes, “REALITi”
Gucci Mane, “Break Ya Self (Brrrussia version)”
Guided By Voices, “Teenage FBI”
Harvey Danger, “Flagpole Sitta”
Helium, “XXX”
Keri Hilson, “Pretty Girl Rock”
Hole, “Malibu”
The Hollies, “All I Need Is The Air That I Breathe”
Michael Jackson, “Rock With You”
Jay-Z, “Hard Knock Life”
Henry Jacobs, “Guitar Lesson”
Jawbreaker, “Fireman”
Jeremih, “Oui”
Jewel, “Standing Still”
Jimmy Eat World, “Sweetness”
Billy Joel, “Uptown Girl”
Scott Joplin, “The Entertainer”
Journey, “Don’t Stop Believin’”
Juelz Santana, “Mixin’ up the Medicine”
R. Kelly feat. T.I. & T-Pain, “I’m a Flirt (Remix)”
Kool and the Gang, “Celebration”
Lana Del Rey, “Off to the Races”
Lagwagon, “May 16”
The Libertines, “Horror Show”
Limp Bizkit, “Re-Arranged”
Lindstrom, “Where You Go I Go Too”
Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam, “Lost in Emotion”
Lit, “My Own Worst Enemy”
The Lonely Island feat. T-Pain, “I’m on a Boat”
Lotus Plaza, “What Grows?”
Lower Dens, “Candy”
Courtney Love, “I’ll Do Anything”
Love As Laughter, “Idol Worship”
M.I.A, “Bamboo Banga”
Madonna, “Hung Up”
Madlib, “Mystic Bounce”
Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks, “Ramp of Death”
The Mamas and the Papas, “California Dreamin’”
John Mayer, “New Light”
Meek Mill, “Dreams and Nightmares Intro”
Men at Work, “Safety Dance”
George Michael, “Faith”
The Modern Lovers, “I’m Straight”
Modest Mouse, “Heart Cooks Brain”
The Moldy Peaches, “Nothing Came Out”
Chris Montez, “The More I See You”
Alanis Morissette, “Head Over Feet”
Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat, “Lucky”
MXPX, “Party, My House, Be There”
My Bloody Valentine, “You Never Should”
Nas, “The World Is Yours”
Johnny Nash, “I Can See Clearly Now”
Neu!, “Hallogallo”
New Order, “Subculture”
New Pornographers, “The Laws Have Changed”
Wayne Newton, “Danke Schoen”
Harry Nilsson, “Jump into the Fire”
Nine Inch Nails, “Wish”
Nirvana, “About a Girl”
The Notorious B.I.G., “Warning”
Maura O’Connell, “Summerfly”
The Orb, “Little Fluffy Clouds”
Panda Bear, “Mr Noah”
Pavement, “Harness Your Hopes (BBC Evening Session)”
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, “They Reminisce Over You (T.R.O.Y.)”
Liz Phair, “Shane”
Pinhead Gunpowder, “I Am An Elephant”
The Platters, “Only You (And You Alone)”
The Pointer Sisters, “Jump”
Michael Praetorius, “Es ist ein Ros entsprungen”
Elvis Presley, “A Little Less Conversation”
Primal Scream, “Keep Your Dreams”
The Prodigy, “Breathe”
Propaghandi, “Anti-Manifesto”
Brian Protheroe, “Pinball”
Psychic Graveyard, “No”
Public Enemy, “Fight The Power”
Aileen Quinn, “Tomorrow”
Radiohead, “A Wolf at the Door”
Gerry Rafferty, “Right Down the Line”
Bonnie Raitt, “Something to Talk About”
The Ramones, “Chain Saw”
Otis Redding, “(Sittin’ On) The Dock of the Bay”
Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross, “In Motion”
Lou Reed and Metallica, “Junior Dad”
Rihanna feat. Jay-Z, “Umbrella”
Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton, “Islands in the Stream”
The Rolling Stones, “Sympathy for the Devil”
Linda Ronstadt and James Ingram, “Somewhere Out There”
Rosemary Krust, “Private Amber”
Diana Ross, “Theme From Mahogany”
Roxy Music, “More Than This”
A Savage, “Eyeballs”
The Shangri-Las, “Leader of the Pack”
Shanice, “I Love Your Smile”
Ed Sheeran, “Thinking Out Loud”
Sightings, “Yellow”
The Silver Jews, “Blue Arrangements”
Alan Silvestri, “The Back to the Future theme”
Paul Simon, “Kodachrome”
Ashlee Simpson, “Pieces of Me”
Slade, “Cum On Feel the Noize”
The Smashing Pumpkins, “Here’s to the Atom Bomb (New Wave version)”
The Soft Pink Truth, “Do They Owe Us A Living?”
Sonic Youth, “Jams Run Free”
Jordan Sparks and Chris Brown, “No Air”
Spoon, “The Mystery Zone”
Starving Weirdos, “Land Lines”
Stereolab, “Plastic Mile”
The Strokes, “12:51”
Swell Maps, “Let’s Build A Car”
Taylor Swift, “Style”
Stylophonic, “R U Experienced”
Jazmine Sullivan, “Mascara”
Suicidal Tendencies, “Institutionalized”
Taco, “Puttin’ on the Ritz”
James Taylor, “You’ve Got a Friend”
Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, “Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy”
Throwing Muses, “Not Too Soon”
TLC, “Baby-Baby-Baby”
Tortoise, “Djed”
The Toys, “A Lover’s Concerto”
John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John, “Summer Nights”
A Tribe Called Quest, “Can I Kick It?”
UB40, “Red Red Wine”
Joe Walsh, “Life’s Been Good”
Scott Weiland, “Paralysis”
Steely Dan, “Do It Again”
Stiff Little Fingers, “Suspect Device”
Stylophonic, “RU Experienced?”
T.I., “What You Know”
Mary Timony, “Blood Tree”
that dog., “I’m Gonna See You”
The Tymes, “So Much In Love”
Ultimate Painting, “Out in the Cold”
The Unicorns, “Child Star”
The Velvet Underground, “The Gift”
Waka Flocka Flame, “Hard in da Paint”
Ween, “Even If You Don’t”
Weezer, “Endless Bummer”
Kanye West, “Devil in a New Dress (G.O.O.D. Fridays version)”
WHAM!, “Wake Me Up (Before You Go-Go)”
White Hassle, “Oh, What a Feeling”
Matthew Wilder, “Break My Stride”
Bill Withers, “Lean on Me”
Wolf Eyes, “Human Animal”
Stevie Wonder, “My Cherie Amour”
Wye Oak, “Siamese”
The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, “Maps”
Yo La Tengo, “My Heart’s Reflection”
Zaimph, “Removing Bits of History”
The Zombies, “Time of the Season”
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12 Etudes, Op.10: No.2 in A minor – Frédéric Chopin, Andrei Yeh
12 Etudes, Op.10: No.4 in C sharp minor – Frédéric Chopin, Andrei Yeh
1977 – Ana Tijoux
24 mila baci – Adriano Celentano
33 “GOD” – Bon Iver
3 Nouvelles Etudes, B.130: 2. Allegretto in A flat major – Frédéric Chopin, Andrei Yeh
3WW – Alt-J
3WW – OTG Version, Alt-J
44 gatti
505 – Arctic Monkeys
50 Special – Lùnapop
715 - CR∑∑KS – Bon Iver
A Cruel Angel’s Thesis – Neon Genesis Evangelion
A Fifth of Beethoven – Walter Murphy
A mano a mano – Rino Gaetano
A me me piace ‘a nutella – Il piccolo Lucio
A new error – Moderat
A NINGÚN HOMBRE (Cap.11: Poder) – ROSALÍA
Acida – Prozac+
Acqua (Malpensandoti) – Tedua
Addams Family Theme
Addio a Napoli / Ma come fanno i marinai – Dalla, De Gregori
Address Unknown – The Ink Spots
After Hours – The Velvet Underground
Aggiungi un posto a tavola – Johnny Dorelli
Ai ai ai – Los locos
Ain’t Got No – Nina Simone
Al ballo mascherato – Fabrizio De André
Alexander Platz – Franco Battiato
Alla consolle – Mimmo Amerelli
All Alone – Gorillaz
All Day and All of the Night – The Kinks
All In – Nitro
All I want is you – Barry Louis Polisar
All of me – John Legend
All tomorrow’s parties – The Velvet Underground
Alter Ego – Tame Impala
American Boy – Estelle, Kanye West
American Pie – Don McLean
American Woman – Lenny Kravitz
Amigas Cheetahs – The Ceetah Girls
Amor, amor de mia amores – Natalie Lagourcade
Amore che vieni, amore che vai – Fabrizio De André
Amore disperato – Nada
Anche per te – Lucio Battisti
Andavo a cento all’ora – Gianni Morandi
Anemos - Introduzione – Murubutu
Another brick in the wall – Pink Floyd
Antidoping – Gemitaiz, MadMan, Ensi
APPARTENGO - Il sangue – Marracash, Massimo Pericolo
Applausi per Fibra – Fabri Fibra
Arabella – Arctic Monkeys
Are you gonna be my girl – Jet
Argenti Vive – Caparezza
Arrivederci Tristezza – Brunori Sas
Ask - The Smiths
Autoipnotica – Caparezza
Avrai ragione tu (ritratto) – Caparezza
Azzurro – Adriano Celentano
Ba-ba-baciami piccina – Quartetto Cedra
Babalù – Mannarino
Baby – Justin Bieber
Baby Boy – Beyoncé
…Baby One More Time – Britney Spears
Baby’s on Fire – Die Antwoord
Baciala – La Sirenetta
Baciami ancora – Jovanotti
Back In Black – AC/DC
Back On The Scene – Slaughterhouse
Badabum Cha Cha – Jim Croce
bad guy – Billie Eilish
Bad Mouth – Fugazi
BAGDAD - Cap.7: Liturgia – ROSALÍA
Balla – Umberto Rosario Balsamo
Ballata degli impiccati – Fabrizio De André
Bam bam – Sister Nancy
BamBam – Matador
Banana Brain – Die Antwoord
Bandiera Bianca – Franco Battiato
Bandiera Gialla – Gianni Pettenati
Bandiera Rossa – ✊
Bang bang (My baby shot me down) – Nancy Sinatra
Barbera e Champagne – Giorgio Gaber
Beachwood Park – The Zombies
Bella ciao – ✊
Bella vera – 883
Be my baby – The Ronettes
Ben 10 – Sigla
Benzi box – DANGERDOOM
Berghem béla sità
The best of both worlds – Hannah Montana
Bibbidi bobbidi bu
Bigger Than Prince – Green Velvet
The Black Angel’s Death song – The Velvet Underground, Nico
Blackbird – The Beatles
Blank Space – Taylor Swift
Blowin’ in the wind – Bob Dylan
Blue Monday – New Order
Blue Suede Shoes – Elvis Presley
Blush Beat – Club Domani
Bocca di rosa – Fabrizio De André
BODY PARTS - I denti – Marracash
Boom boom boom boom – Vegaboys
Boom Boom Pow – Black Eyed Peas
Branca Day – Derozer
BRAVI A CADERE - I polmoni – Marracash
Brazil – Django Reinhardt
Breakthru – Queen
Briciole – Calcutta
Brother Sparrow – Agnes Obel
Bull in the heather – Sonic Youth
Buonanotte Fiorellino – Francesco De Gregori
Buona sera (Signorina) – Fred Buscaglione
By Night – Sophie Hutchings
B.Y.O.B. – System Of A Down
By starlight – The Smashing Pumpkins
By This River – Brian Eno
Cacao Meraviglio – Renzo Arbore, Paola Cortellesi, Nino Frassica
California King Bed – Rihanna
Camcamini spazzacamin
Canapa – Punkreas
Cannabis – Ska-P
Cannibal Bling Bling – 10LEC6
Can’t Hold Us – Macklemore
Can’t Stop – Red Hot Chili Peppers
Canzone – Lucio Dalla
Canzone all’entrata – Caparezza
Canzone all’uscita – Caparezza
Canzone a metà – Caparezza
Canzone Del Maggio – Fabrizio De André
Canzone intelligente – Cochi E Renato
Canzone per te – Sergio Endrigo
Carabinieri – Sigla
Caramba beviamo del whisky
Carlo Martello Ritorna Dalla Battaglia Di Poitiers – Fabrizio De André
Caso umano – Ministri
Cattolica – Pop X
Centro di gravità permanente – Franco Battiato
C’est la vie (you never can tell) – Pulp no pulp
Che coss’è l’amor – Vinicio Capossela
Che Fico! – Pippo Franco
Che Idea! – Flaminio Maphia
Chi C’è – Fabri Fibra
China Town – Caparezza
Chi Se Ne Frega Della Musica – Caparezza
Chissà Dove Sei – Francesco De Gregori
Chop Suey! – System of a Down
Chum – Earl Sweatshirt
Chunky – Flatbush Zombies
Ci Penso Dopo – Fabri Fibra
Cirano – Francesco Guccini
Clandestino – Manu Chao
Clint Eastwood – Gorillaz
Coda di Lupo – Fabrizio De André
Come porti i capelli bella bionda – I Girasoli
Comfortably Numb – Pink Floyd
Complicated – Avril Lavigne
Comprami – Viola Valentino
Compro Horror – Caparezza
Comunque Dada – Caparezza
Concerning Hobbits – The Lord of the Rings
Conga!
Cooler Couleur – Crookers
Cose che non capisco – Caparezza
Country Roads
Crabs in a Bucket – Vince Staples
Crazy in Love – Beyoncé
Crooked Cops – Rejjie Snow
CRUDELIA - I nervi – Marracash
Cuccurucucù – Franco Battiato
Cuore Matto – Little Tony
Cuore Nero – Blind
DA BUTTARE - Il ca**o – Marracash
Da Feeling – Nightmares On Wax
Dafne sa contare – Murubutu
Dance Monkey – Tones and I
Dancing Queen – ABBA
Dancing With Myself – Billy Idol
Dangerous – Kid Enigma
DE AQUÍ NO SALES (Cap.4: Disputa) – ROSALÍA
Death on Two Legs (Dedicated to...) – Queen
Death USB – Salmo
Dedicato a te – Le Vibrazioni
Del Verde – Calcutta
Desire Be Desire Go – Tame Impala
Detto, Fatto. – Gemitaiz & MadMan
DIANA – M¥SS KETA
Dieci ragazze – Lucio Battisti
Diet Mountain Dew – Lana Del Rey
Die Walkure - Ride of the Valkyries – Royal Philharmonic Orchestra
DI MI NOMBRE (Cap.8: Éxtasis) – ROSALÍA
Disorder – Joy Division
Dispari – Marta Sui Tubi
Disperato Erotico Stomp – Lucio Dalla
Dog in the Mirror – Guerilla Toss
Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys
Domani – Ernia
Domani – Articolo 31
Domani smetto – Articolo 31
Don Chisciotte – Francesco Guccini
Don Raffaè – Fabrizio De André
Don’t Cha – The Pussycat Dolls
Don't Give Up – Mystery Jets
Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood – The Animals
Don’t Pass Me By – The Beatles
Don’t Sit Down ’Cause I’ve Moved Your Chair – Arctic Monkeys
Don’t Stop Me – BowLand
DON’T WANNA SPIN – GFOTY
Do the astral plane – Flying Lotus
Dove sta zazà – Gabriella Ferri
Dove vola l’avvoltoio – Pietro Buttarelli
Downer – Nirvana
Dream – Hiroshi Noshimura
Dream a Little Dream of Me – Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong
Drogata schifosa – Pop X
Due su due – Articolo 31
Ed ero contentissimo – Tiziano Ferro
E la luna bussò – Loredana Bertè
E la vita, la vita – Cochi e Renato
Eleanor Rigby – The Beatles
El pueblo unido – ✊
El Tango De Roxanne – José Feliciano
Endors Toi – Tame Impala
Eroe (Storia di Luigi Delle Bicocche) – Caparezza
Estate – Negramaro
È tardi – Caparezza
E ti vengo a cercare – Franco Battiato
Everybody Needs Somebody to Love – The Blues Brothers
Everytime We Touch – Cascada
Facciamo un pupazzo insieme? – Frozen
Fai da tela – Caparezza
Fall In Love – Yuno
Family Affair – Mary J. Blige
Fango – Jovanotti
Farò di te un uomo – Mulan
Fatty Boom Boom – Die Antwoord
Feel Good Inc. – Gorillaz
Feeling Good – Nina Simone
Femme Fatale – The Velvet Underground
Fenomeno – Fabri Fibra
Figli d’arte – Caparezza
Figli Di Pitagora – Eiffel 65
Figli di puttana – Pop X
Fireside – Arctic Monkeys
Five to one – The Doors
Fleas to beas – 10LEC6
Forever Jung – Caparezza
Franziska – Fabrizio De André
Freak Like Me – DJ Deeon
Frosinone – Calcutta
Funkytown – Lipps Inc.
Funnel of Love – Wanda Jackson
Fuori dal tunnel – Caparezza
Gaetano – Calcutta
Game of Thrones – Sigla
Gasolina – Daddy Yankee
Gente che spera – Articolo 31
Ghetto Kraviz – Nina Kraviz
Gianna – Rino Gaetano
Gigugin – Articolo 31
Giotto Beat – Caparezza
GIOVANNA HARDCORE – MYSS KETA
Girlfriend – Avril Lavigne
Girls Just Want to Have Fun – Cyndi Lauper
Giudizi universali – Samuele Bersani
Gli insetti del podere – Caparezza
Gli uccelli – Franco Battiato
G.O.A.T. - Il cuore – Marracash
GO AWAY! – CocoRosie
Goodbye Malinconia – Caparezza
Good Golly Miss Molly – Little Richard
Goodnight Moon – Shivaree
Gotta Go My Own Way – High School Musical Cast
Grande figlio di puttana – Stadio
Grau grau grau - da “io sto con gli ippopotami” – Bud Spencer
Grease – The Four Seasons
Greased Lightnin’ – John Travolta
GRETA THUNBERG - Lo stomaco – Marracash
Hallelujah – Leonard Cohen
Happiness is a Warm Gun – The Beatles
Happy Days – Ghali
Happy Days (Theme from Happy Days) – Pratt & McClain
Happy Hour – Felix da Housecat
Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger – Daft Punk
Harry Potter in 99 Seconds – Jon Cozart
Have You Ever Had... (Skit) – Salmo
Heart and Soul – Joy Division
Heartbreak Hotel – Elvis Presley
Hello, I Love You – The Doors
Hey Bulldog – The Beatles
Hit Me with Your Best Shot – Pat Benatar
Hit the Road Jack – Ray Charles
Hive – Earl Sweatshirt
Ho capito che ti amo – Luigi Tenco
Hoedown Throwdown – Miley Cyrus
Hollaback Girl – Gwen Stefani
home with you – FKA twigs
hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have - but i have it – Lana Del Rey
Hotel Supramonte – Fabrizio De André
House Credibility – Caparezza
Ho visto un re – Enzo Jannacci
How Far – Tei Shi
HUMBLE. – Kendrick Lamar
HUMUHUMUNUKUNUKUAPUA’A – High School Musical Cast
Hypnotize – The Notorious B.I.G.
I Am Woman – Helen Reddy
I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor – Arctic Monkeys
(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction – The Rolling Stones
I Cento Passi – Modena City Ramblers
I colori del vento – Pocahontas
I consigli di un pirla – Articolo 31
Ieri era zero – Hercules
I Fink U Freeky – Die Antwoord
I Follow Rivers – Lykke Li
If She Really Is Your Light – Pavlove
I Know It’s Over – The Smiths
Il ballo del qua qua – Romina Power
Il ballo di San Vito – Vinicio Capossela
Il bar della rabbia – Mannarino
Il Bel Canto – Ministri
Il Bombarolo – Fabrizio De André
Il Cielo In Una Stanza – Gino Paoli
Il Dito Medio Di Galileo – Caparezza
Il Funkytarro – Articolo 31
Il Gatto E La Volpe – Edoardo Bennato
Il gigante e la bambina – Lucio Dalla
Il gorilla – Fabrizio De André
I’ll Be Your Mirror – The Velvet Underground
I’ll Come Running – Brian Eno
Il Mondo – Jimmy Fontana
Il Pescatore – Fabrizio De André
Il posto più freddo – I Cani
Il Principe Ali – Aladdin
Il regalo più grande – Tiziano Ferro
Il senso dell’odio – Salmo
Il suonatore Jones – Fabrizio De André
Il tempo di morire – Lucio Battisti
Il testamento – Fabrizio De André
Il testamento di Tito – Fabrizio De André
Il testo che avrei voluto scrivere – Caparezza
Il Vitello Dai Piedi Di Balsa – Elio e le Storie Tese
I’m a Believer – Smash Mouth
I marinai tornano tardi – Murubutu
Impara il longobardo con Alessandro Barbero
I’m so tired – The Beatles
In caduta libera – Folkstone
In Cold Blood – alt-J
Incontro – Francesco Guccini
In Italia – Fabri Fibra
Innuendo – Queen
Insieme a te non ci sto più – Caterina Caselli
In the Aeroplane Over the Sea – Neutral Milk Hotel
Introduzione – Fabrizio De André
In Un Giorno Di Pioggia – Modena City Ramblers
Inverno – Fabrizio De André
Io centro con i missili – Pop X
Io credo in me – Naruto
Io ho in mente te – Equipe 84
Io non mi sento italiano – Giorgio Gaber
Io sono fatto di neve – Ministri
Io sono qui – Salmo
Irene – Pinguini Tattici Nucleari
Iris – The Goo Goo Dolls
Isla Magica – Maria Usbeck
Isobarre – Murubutu
I sogni son desideri
Isola verde – Murubutu
Italove – EMMANUELLE
It Is Not Meant To Be – Tame Impala
It’s not too late – 10LEC6
I’ve got a woman – Ray Charles
(I’ve Had) The Time of My Life – Bill Medley
I vitelloni – Bobo Rondelli
I wanna be your lover – La Bionda
I wanna be yours – Arctic Monkeys
I want you back – The Jackson 5
I will survive – Gloria Gaynor
Jazz suite no.2: 6 waltz II – Dmitri Shostakovich
Jigsaw Feeling – Siouxsie and the Banshees
Johnny B. Goode – Chuck Berry
Just Dropped In (To See What Condition My Condition Was In) – Kenny Rogers
Just the way you are – Bruno Mars
Kalasnjkov – Goran Bregović, Slobodan Salijevic
Keep yourself alive – Queen
Kentucky – Il Bepi & The Prismas
Kevin Spacey – Caparezza
Killer Queen – Queen
King’s Supreme – Machete Crew
Kitaro – Caparezza
Kurt Cobain – Brunori Sas
La Ballata Dell’amore Cieco (O Della Vanità) – Fabrizio De André
La Ballata dell’eroe – Fabrizio De André
La Ballata del Miché – Fabrizio De André
La bambola – Patty Pravo
La bella la và al fosso – I Girasoli
La Bomba In Testa – Fabrizio De André
La Caduta di Atlante – Caparezza
La Canzone del Padre – Fabrizio De André
La Canzone di Barbara – Fabrizio De André
La Canzone di Marinella – Fabrizio De André
La cesarina – I Girasoli
La città vecchia – Fabrizio De André
La collina dei pioppi – Murubutu
La cosa – Cochi e Renato
Lacrime – Ghali
La cura – Franco Battiato
La danza delle streghe – Gabry Ponte
Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space – Spiritualized
La donna cannone – Francesco De Gregori
Lady Marmalade – Moulin Rouge
La famiglia dei becchini – Musica Per Bambini
La fine di Gaia – Caparezza
La Ghigliottina – Caparezza
La grande onda – Piotta
La guerra di Piero – Fabrizio De André
La Isla Bonita – Madonna
La La Land – Green Velvet
Lala Song – Bob Sinclar
La libertà – Giorgio Gaber
La lontananza – Domenico Modugno
La mamma di Rosina – I Girasoli
La Marchetta di Popolino – Caparezza
La mazurka di periferia – Raoul Casadei
La mia parte intollerante – Caparezza
La mia ragazza mena – Articolo 31
L’animale – Franco Battiato
La notte – Arisa
La parata degli elefanti rosa – Quartetto Cetra
L’appuntamento – Calibro 35
La prima rondine venne ier sera – Pop x
La prima volta – Motta
La prima volta – Salmo
La regola dell’amico – 883
La rivoluzione del sessintutto – Caparezza
L’armata perduta di Re Cambise – Murubutu
Larsen – Caparezza
Las Divinas – Patito Feo
La società dei magnaccioni – Lando Fiorini
La spesa – Marta Sui Tubi
La stagione del tuo amore – Fabrizio De André
La Strada – Modena City Ramblers
La Tartaruga – Bruno Lauzi
Laughing On The Outside – Bernadette Carroll
La Valse à Mille Temps – Jacques Brel
La vie en rose – Édith Piaf
La vie en rose – Louis Armstrong
L’avvelenata – Francesco Guccini
Layla – Eric Clapton
Le barche – Calcutta
Le coppie – I Cani
Legalize The Premier – Caparezza
L’emozione non ha voce – Adriano Celentano
Le ragazze di porta venezia – Myss Keta
Less Than – Nine Inch Nails
Le tasche piene di sassi – Jovanotti
Let Me Blow Ya Mind – Eve
Let’s Get Crazy – Hannah Montana
Let’s Twist Again – Chubby Checker
Levante – Murubutu
Lexotan – I Cani
L. Fast & D. Young – Salmo
L’Idraulico Aulico – MusicaPerBambini
Life on Mars? – David Bowie
L’immensità – Don Backy
Limonata – Calcutta
L’infinto – Caparezza
L’inno del corpo sciolto – Roberto Benigni
L’isola Che Non C’è – Edoardo Bennato
L’italiano medio – Articolo 31
Little Green Bag – George Baker Selection
Little Lover – AC/DC
Livin’ la Vida Loca – Ricky Martin
Lonely Boy – The Black Keys
Lonely Day – System of a Down
Long Tall Sally – Little Richard
Lontano dagli occhi – Sergio Endrigo
Lontano, lontano – Luigi Tenco
Look at Me, I’m Sandra Dee – Stockard Channing
Looking at You – MC5
Loose Lips – Kimya Dawson
Loser – Beck
Los Ojos Del Diablo – El Raton
Lo stretto indispensabile – Il libro della giungla
Love Buzz – Shocking Blue
Love Is a Laserquest – Arctic Monkeys
Love Me – Justin Bieber
Love sex american express – Cristian Marchi
Love Stink – LoboLoto
Love Story – Taylor Swift
Lucifer Sam – Pink Floyd
Lucille – Little Richard
L’ultima festa – Cosmo
L’ultima speranza – Hercules
L’uomo che premette – Caparezza
L’uomo tigre
L’uva fogarina – I Girasoli
Ma che freddo fa – Nada
Madame Hollywood – Felix da Housecat
MADAME - L’anima – Marracash
Maddalena e Madonna – Brunori Sas
Madonnina dai riccioli d’oro – I Girasoli
Mad Sounds – Arctic Monkeys
Magazine – Dark Polo Gang
Ma il cielo è sempre più blu – Rino Gaetano
MALAMENTE (Cap.1: Augurio) – ROSALÍA
MALDICIÓN (Cap.10: Cordura) – ROSALÍA
Maledetti scarafaggi
Mambo Italiano – Renato Carosone
Mamma Roma, Addio – Cranio Randagio
Mara e il maestrale – Murubutu
Marco gioca sott’acqua – Murubutu
Marks – Nicolas Jaar
Marry You – Bruno Mars
MARYLEAN – Machete
Marylou – Mannarino
mary magdalene – FKA twigs
Mas Que Nada – Sergio Mendes
Materazzi ha fatto gol – Matrixgol
Matilda – alt-J
Men In Black – Will Smith
Mentre tutto scorre – Negramaro
Merchandise – Fugazi
Me So’ Mbriacato – Mannarino
Messa in moto – Caparezza
Meteorological – Guerilla Toss
Mica Van Gogh – Caparezza
Migliora La Tua Memoria Con Un Click – Caparezza
Milano – Calcutta
MILANO SUSHI & COCA – M¥SS KETA
Milkshake – Kelis
Mi mujer – Nicolas Jaar
Minor Swing – Django Reinhardt & le Hot Club de France
Minuetto – Mia Martini
Mio fratello è figlio unico – Rino Gaetano
Mi parli di te – Motta
Mi sei scoppiato dentro al cuore – Mina
Mi sento una betulla in piena estate insieme a te – Cecco e Cipo
Misirlou – Surf Boys
Mi sono innamorato di te – Luigi Tenco
Moanin’ – Charles Mingus
Moby Dick – Led Zeppelin
Mon oncle – Frank Barcellini
Moondance – Van Morrison
Morte in diretta – Salmo
Mouth trap! – 10LEC5
Mr. Simpatia – Fabri Fibra
My Generation – The Who
My Rollercoaster – Kimya Dawson
NANA (Cap.9: Concepción) – ROSALÍA
Nandemonaiya – RADWIMPS
Narcoleptic Verses Pt. 1 – Salmo
Negative Youth – Salmo
Nel blu dipinto di blu – Domenico Modugno
Nella Mia Ora Di Libertà – Fabrizio De André
Nella pancia dello squalo – Salmo
Nessuno – Brunori Sas
Nessun rimpianto – 883
Niente da capire – Francesco De Gregori
Niente di strano – Giorgio Poi
No. 1 Party Anthem – Arctic Monkeys
No Big Bang – Priests
No Fear – Fabrizio Maurizi
Noi bambine non abbiamo scelta – Baustelle
Non farti cadere le braccia – Edoardo Bennato
Non me lo posso permettere – Caparezza
Non me lo so spiegare – Tiziano Ferro
Non potrei mai – Fast Animals and Slow Kids
Non siete stato voi – Caparezza
NON SONO MARRA - La pelle – Marracash
No Stress – Laurent Wolf
No Surprises – Radiohead
No Tengo Dinero – Righeira
Noter de Berghem – I cör alegher
Notte prima degli esami – Antonello Venditti
No Woman, No Cry – Bob Marley & The Wailers
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da – The Beatles
Oh, pretty woman – Roy Orbison
Oltre il ponte – Modena City Ramblers
Oltre l’orizzonte – Oceania
One More Time – Daft Punk
One O Six – Jupiter
One way or another – Blondie
On Melancholy hill – Gorillaz
On the floor Jennifer Lopez
Oops! I did it again – Britney Spears
Orgasmo – Calcutta
Oroscopo – Calcutta
OSCENO – Lilly Meraviglia
Our song – Taylof Swift
Paint it, Black – The Rolling Stones
Pale Blue Eyes – The Velvet Underground
Pantalica – Colapesce
Papa was a Rolling Stones – The Temptations
Paper Bag Acid – Jerome Hill
Paradise – Phoebe Cates
Paranoia mia – Ernia
Parole parola – Mina
Party in the U.S.A – Miley Cyrus
Peace Lovin Man – John Lee Hooker
Peaches en regalia – Frank Zappa
Penny Lane – The Beatles
Pepper – Butthole Surfers
Per amore e basta – Motta
Per dimenticare – Zero Assoluto
Però mi vuol bene – Quartetto Cetra
Per tutte le volte che – Valerio Scanu
Peter Gunn – Henry Mancini
Piazza Grande – Lucio Dalla
Piccola Sbronza – Selton, Dente
PIENSO EN TU MIRÁ (Cap.3: Celos) – ROSALÍA
Pifferaio magico – Articolo 31
Piledriver Waltz – Arctic Monkeys
Piove – Domenico Modugno
Pippi calzelunghe
Pistorius – Gemitaiz, Madman
Più bella cosa – Eros Ramazzotti
Planet Caravan – Black Sabbath
Play – Betta Lemme
Pleasentville – Nitro
POCO DI BUONO - Il fegato – Marracash
Poesia – Don Backy
Poetessa maledetta – Club Domani, Stephanie Glitter
Pokemon – Giorgio Vanni
Pollon, pollon combina guai – Critina D’Avena
Pop porno – Il Genio
Pornoromanzo – Brunori Sas
Posso farcela – Alex Baroni (Hercules)
Post Concerto – Coma_Cose
Precipitevolissimevolmente – Dente, Il Genio
Preghiera delle palle di neve – Musica Per Bambini
PRESO (Cap.6: Clausura) – ROSALÍA
Pretty fly (for a white guy) – The Offspring
Price Tag – Jessie J, B.o.
Prima di dormire – Salmo
Prisencolinensinainciusol – Adriano Celentano
Prisoner 709 – Caparezza
Promised Land – Joe Smooth
Prospettiva Nevsi – Franco Battiato
Psycho Killer – Talking Heads
Pump up the jam – Technotronic, Felly
QUALCOSA IN CUI CREDERE - Lo scheletro – Marracash
Quando quando quando – Tony Renis
QUELLI CHE NON PENSANO - Il cervello – Marracash
Quello che siamo diventati – Motta
QUE NO SALGA LA LUNA (Cap.2: Boda) – ROSALÍA
Questa è la mia festa – Maria Antonietta
Questa è la realtà – Hercules
Questo piccolo grande amore – Claudio Baglioni
Ragazza magica – Jovanotti
Ragazze acidelle – Flaminio Maphia
Ragazzo fortunato – Jovanotti
Ramaya – Afric Simone
Rancho della luna – Salmo
Rasputin – Boney M.
Recitativo – 2 invocazioni 1 atto di accusa – Fabrizio de andré
Reginella campagnola – I Girasoli
Relax Your Body – D.F.X.
RENIEGO - Cap.5: Lamento – ROSALÍA
Respect – Aretha Franklin
Restiamo in casa – Colapesce
Ricchi Dentro - Ghali
The Climb – Miley Cyrus
The Dark Side of the Mood – Nitro
The Flintstones – Sigla
The Gravedigger’s Song – Mark Lanegan
The Heroic Weather - Conditions of the Universe, Part 1: A Veiled Mist – Alexandre Desplat
The Kids Aren’t Alright – The Offspring
The lazy song – Bruno Mars
The realness – RuPaul
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Billy Hargrove x OC! Evie Fenny~ Also posted to my AO3
Summary: It was common knowledge that Billy Hargrove hated Hawkins. Hated Cherry Lane. Even loathed the strange girl next door. Evie Fenny wasn’t too fond of the chaotic Cali transfer either. An awful high school tradition sparks a chain of events that changes everything, ultimately bringing two frayed souls together.
A/N: Hey all! Enjoy the chapter. Billy trying again to woo Evie. They strike up a bet. TW: Pica. Light fatphobia. Taglist open :)
Chapter 3: To The Devil
“Hey, Karen, here for the two o’clock?” Evie was jotting down slanted notes at reception, crossing the name off. Mona’s salon smelled of mousse and hairspray. Fans blared to keep the air moving. Karen beamed back.
“I am. Need a touch up.” She touched her waves to give them a flick. "I'm so jealous of your curls, how do you get them to sit like that?"
"Genetics, I'm afraid. Ah, I just dip myself in water and pray for the best." The dry humor she was known for. "Mom has them too, if only she didn't inject a gallon of product into her hair every morning."
"Water. Innovative. Your secret is safe with me." Karen paused to laugh when Evie grinned, nodding as she finished the notes.
“Seat four, Claudia’s getting your stuff ready now.” A smile beamed.
“Thanks, sweetie. You’re mom in back too?”
“Yeah, fixing the music, she’ll be out in a sec.” Evie flicked a page and peered around. Yellow walls with baby blue trim. Similar to a dollhouse her mother made once. Too many plants to count, but that was Evie's fault.
She did rounds and cared for each one. Even the new bloom of begonias in one of the back rooms hanging just out a window. Twisting silk petals all blushed and unfurled.
Evie watered them, let the soil grow damp. Listened to the thumping of a dryer full of towels behind her in the cramped space. A rhythm she could write a song to. She saw a fallen petal and plucked it up. Felt the baby smooth texture between her finger pads.
Lifted it idly to her cheek. Let it caress her skin in one graze. It comforted, the mere touch of it. And the calm stillness that followed as if someone was holding her welled euphoria. The petal ran her lips, she felt in control of her senses. This touch that was warm and ticklish. Evie gave a shuddered breath and just wondered.
Wondered.
Evie spent too much of her life wondering.
The petal touched her tongue and she half expected it to melt like a chocolate. Rich and silky. She rolled it damp around her mouth. Chewed for an earthy twang. Looking at the flowers. Feeling them across her running palms. Gently bouncing into place before she swallowed. Evie turned quick, jolting back into her skin for one fleeting moment.
She was aware again. She was here. Still patting her cheek to stay grounded. Maybe the flowers would bloom a dainty beauty inside her. A delicate sensibility that’s evaded her all this life. Another flower petal plucked.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
Fingers pulled a begonia clean. Chanted the little game in her head.
He loves me.
Swallowed. There was a slight of guilt. She’d stolen the power from this living thing and brought it into her own being. That washed away. She was carrying it now. Patting her cheek again to console herself.
No one noticed Evie hidden in the back room. Indulging in control. It felt like a dirty school girl secret. Evie dipped her fingers into the wet soil. Sighed and let the earth fall back into the plot. She brought them up to see the filth. Thought to lick herself clean.
“Evie, can you bring the broom out?” A voice had her heart bursting. Evie yanked the watering can close, feeling the weight of liquid slosh. Her mother was next door fussing with music still. Blissfully unaware. Their usual relationship.
“Y-Yes!” She felt this shame etch her spine. The rush of being caught doing something she shouldn’t have. Which Evie Fenny was already no stranger to. She washed the evidence away and snatched a broom handle. “Coming!”
“Thanks, honey.” Claudia took it and let Evie go about her business. Watering the last few pots at reception.
The bell dinged right behind her as she stretched to water a pot above the door hanging from the ceiling, tip toeing upon a wooden stool.
Billy stood there, face at ass level and didn’t stop her. Not that he minded the view. A pink frilly apron over her violet dress. Black tights and belt to match. Big shiny hoops dangling caught the light above her, illuminating dark hair with a halo. Curls shifted and she eyed Billy Hargrove at the same time the music blasted back up. Dolly Parton of course.
Here you come again
Just when I've begun to get myself together
"Angel...what a view." His bright eyes scanned, full of glittery stars. Tongue crossing pink lips in a vaguely obscene way.
“Billy?” She hitched a breathy gasp and stumbled. Braced to fall on her ass before an arm swooped out to stop her. Muscles pulled Evie into a chest. A very cologned, hard chest. Those damn stars danced like she was in a movie, draped into Billy with the watering can clutched tight. Shifting around. Air sent their hair up and the door shut.
Dolly’s lyric timing was really the worst.
You waltz right in the door
Just like you've done before
And wrap my heart 'round your little finger...
Billy and his long lashes. Fluttering so pretty at her. Pulling her flush into the metalwork of his hot body. Evie lost herself.
Swept up in his arms with no words. No synapses obeying her body’s commands. She choked there looking like the cover of a romance novel. Blushed at him. Flowers in full bloom.
“You won’t soak my head if I make a joke about you falling from heaven, will you?”
There he is. Evie rolled her eyes and found her footing.
“Oh, but I will.” Hands pushed him to arm's length. No thank you followed.
“Hon, you alright?” Claudia had dropped her shampoo bottle. Few women echoed the call, eyes on the gorgeous boy who just strode in. Evie was quick to step from him.
“Fine, fine, I’m…” Evie brushed herself awkwardly and went around the reception counter. Mostly to put distance between them, setting the can aside. Billy followed after to lean against the wood so she kept her voice low. “What are you doing here?”
“I got bored.” He crossed his arms there to shrug, dressed to the nines and hair all done up. Eyes flicking. “Nice apron.”
Evie scowled at him.
“If you’re asking me to that party again, the answer is still-”
“Billy! How nice of you to visit, I hope I see Susan in here again soon.” Mona swept toward them. Both teens leaned out from each other. Billy flashed his teeth, all charm.
“She’s never felt better since coming in for the new do. Made my old man crazy.” He ignored Evie glaring at him.
“That’s what I love to hear.” Mona came up to pat his cheek. Billy slid his eyes to her daughter. “What can we do for you?” She touched golden hair to sweep it aside. Mona was just the friendly sort. “You know, we do boy’s hair too. All the time. You look like you take care of these darling curls.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, but actually I was just walking by and I saw Evie in her apron and thought we’d hit that burger joint for lunch.” His shiny teeth flashed to smile so Evie cut in.
“And,” her voice rose, “I was just carefully explaining to Billy that we’re super swamped today. I couldn’t possibly go. Shucks.”
Both Mona and Billy peered to see exactly three customers getting their hair done. No one outside. The appointment book near empty too.
“So busy.” Evie pressed her teeth, eyebrows lifting for her mother to get the hint. "Extremely."
She didn’t.
“Oh, no, Evie. It’s your winter break." Arms waved at her daughter. Near ready to give Billy Evie's hand in marriage. "Go have some fun with the nice young man.”
What a laugh.
“Are you sure? I can stay...literally all day here. I can move in here and never have to leave ever. Never. Ever.” Evie was getting her apron snatched off by her mother. A couple shoves got her around the counter.
“No, no. Go, shoo, have fun with a boy. Good to see you, Billy. Tell your parents that I said, hi. Have Susan bring your little sister in next time. What I wouldn’t give to style that pretty red hair she has.”
“I’ll let them know.” Billy actually held the door for Evie as she shrugged on her coat. Another heated expression before she huffed and went out. Ire. He can work with that. “Bye, ladies.” A wink.
“Bye, Billy.” Came the chorus. Both teens grinned all the way to the end of the window before hands snatched Billy’s collar when they were out of sight.
“What the hell are you doing, Billy?” Evie shook him by the leather jacket. Even the scrunching snarl at him was cute. Actually had his taller, broad frame pressed into a brick wall. Made Billy pause to observe her face. Mauve lips frowned deeper.
This was a cruel thing and she couldn’t stand it. This back and forth. These sides of Billy that only came out when it suited him best.
“Making it up to you. Christ, just fucking let me. Easy...” He shrugged off, going around her. She was being difficult about this, maybe rightfully so, but it still gnawed at him.
“C’mon.” Billy went on. Not bothered by the cold in his white button up shirt and jeans. Tucked and tight. The gold saint chain bounced against his chest as he walked. Hard, intent steps with a lazy wave. “You like burgers? Who doesn’t, I’m hungry.”
“I don’t need you to make it up to me, Billy.” She trailed after him. “This weird game you’re playing really doesn’t interest me.”
“This town is so fucking boring. You know that?” He spoke instead, clicking his tongue and looking beyond them. “Got nothing to do, why not hang out? We’re neighbors.”
“When have you acted like a neighbor?”
“Right fucking now, Angel.” Blue eyes shifted to spot the right building.
He was such an ass and she was still willingly walking beside him.
“Ask Tommy or Carol to hang out.”
“No one likes Tommy or Carol, would you want to hang out with them in your free time? Fucking annoying. Carol wants to fuck me and Tommy? ...You know, he might want to fuck me too. I'm the whole package.”
“So, you’re with me because I’m not annoying like them and I don’t want to fuck you?”
Billy turned sharp to see her at the crosswalk. Golden curls swept up. Almost offended.
“Who said you didn’t want to fuck me?” The shit asked it so genuinely too. "I never said that."
“Literally me, just now.” She pressed the walk button because he had her under a spell and Billy went before it changed. “Ugh.” Evie, ignoring her better judgment, paced after him. Street was empty.
“You’re plenty annoying, Fenny.” Billy strode inside the diner and didn’t wait before he grabbed a table. Slapped a plastic menu down across the way until she moved to take the offered seat. A waitress appeared from nothing, but Evie figured Billy just had that effect.
“Know what you want, sugar?”
“Number three. Coke. Cheese Fries. Jalapenos on the burger and on the fries. And whatever the lady wants.” He stole an ashtray and dug for a smoke, not looking at either girl. Few people eyed them and Evie gave in.
They were both still pretty hungover and she didn’t want to make a scene. Which Billy knew well and used to his advantage.
“I will have the exact same thing.”
“Are you sure?” The waitress looked Evie up and down as she said that. Oh, so carefully. Evie paused to tense up, acutely aware that she didn’t look right across from this gorgeous, golden boy.
The thought hadn’t even struck her until it was pointed out, that’s what sobered it painfully.
“Yeah, she’s sure. We’ll take a large chocolate milkshake also. Two straws.” Billy snapped, flicking his menu up. The waitress bowed her head and hurried away. Evie’s jaw hung open while he played with his lighter distractedly. Eyes flicked up. “What, are you catching flies over there?” He lit a cigarette and her mouth shut.
“I’m in the fucking Twilight Zone.” Elbows hit the table
“That stuff you said Heather liked...” Billy tapped his ashes. Ignored the waitress when she set Cokes down. “That was about you, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, so?”
“Museums and horror flicks. Noted.” He shrugged. “You into that poetry shit? Always writing.”
“Song lyrics.” Evie took a breath and answered slower. This was weird. It was weird that...it wasn’t so weird all the sudden. Billy did what suited him. Blue eyes lingering on her then darting all over. He sat back with one boot up on the seat. Actually listening. Smoking. Present. “I play guitar and sing."
Yeah, he heard her guitar from his window every other night if it was open.
"You're always writing too," she went on, "I know it isn't school work." Observant.
"I'd rather write some shitty story than listen to a lecture about nothing in class." Billy's ashes hit the tray again. “Are you going to be the next Dolly?”
“My mom would love that.” She broke to laugh at herself and sip. “More Kate Bush or Stevie Nicks.”
“Thank fuck, one Dolly is enough.” He snuffed his smoke out. “Why won’t you go to the party with me?”
“Why do you suck with rejection?” She asked it bolder than intended. Half expected Billy to get upset and walk out. Smoke etched out his pink lips when he chuckled, catching his tongue between teeth. This girl was all four seasons in one spitting firecracker.
“You got a wall up bigger than your mom’s hair, Evangeline.”
“I built it myself, William, thanks.” Evie smiled sweetly that time, gazes locked. He twitched at the use of his birth name. A beat of staring before food arrived.
“Will that be-?”
“Yeah, we’re good.” Billy plucked a fry up, watched melted cheese string from it before he chewed and the waitress saw herself off. “Don’t tell me you’re not gonna eat like normal in front of me.”
He caught Evie picking up a knife and fork. She shot him a look. Dropped them and stole the milkshake to sip. Passed it over for him before she went for the burger.
“There you go.”
“Stuff it.” She grabbed a fry and watched him take the biggest bite he could. Cheese drooped out the bottom. “Hangover miracle, huh.”
“Hmm.” Billy was too busy chewing. Evie took a bite, sipped more coke and decided to engage this.
“Can I ask why your dad moved you across the country during your last year of high school?”
“New bullshit job.” He went at his fries, smearing them around cheese to eat with crunching jalapenos. “Wanted to start his white picket fence over since it didn’t work the first time and he thought he could spite me in the process.”
Billy licked his thumb, eyes elsewhere.
“I’ll bet he just wanted away from memories of my mom.”
Evie paused carefully. It was the first he’d spoken of her.
“Oh.” She pulled for a napkin, eyes on her food. Peculiar how quick he got real with her here. Billy Hargrove was usually putting up thick layers of artificial bullshit. Plastic cheese on greasy fries.
“Didn’t help that I was in and out of fights.”
“That changed?” She reached for the milkshake. “So, your mom-”
“Did you really get into a fight last year?” Billy had finished the burger and was now going at his fries again, gestured so she slid the milkshake back.
“I don’t remember it well.”
“Bullshit, Fenny.” He smirked to himself. “I’d know. You see red and you remember how it tastes every single time.”
“You’re the expert.” She shrugged, wiping her greasy fingers on napkins. Left a few bites of burger because a voice drilled to do so. Same with the fries. “He was a jerk and...my parents just got divorced. I was upset. I let him have it. Everyone got dramatic about it because I’m Evie Fenny and not Randy Savage.”
"So, how'd it taste?" Billy looked at her eyes and saw them flash.
He’s had enough! Students kept chanting that in her ear. Pulling Evie and her clawing talons out of the huge football player under her knees. She breathed pure smoke. Hair flying all directions. Felt the coolness of dewy grass and warmth of blood crusting her fingers.
"It was like..."
Descending upon Tannen like thunder. Heavy rain and cracks of lightning followed by a boom. Thunderous applause too. She stared back at Billy with a dreamy expression. Recalled cowering through rainstorms as a little girl. Into the closet where she felt safer.
Her father, Jack, always found her. He’d sit next to her in there and bring her close under one arm.
“Don’t be scared, little mouse.” Never could make out his smile in darkness.
"It's...hot metal. Lava pouring down your throat trying to harden inside you." She got real too and Billy's lip lifted. Soft as can be. "Like it's making a cast of you in that specific moment of rage."
Evie blinked out of the memory. Watched Billy stare again before he pushed the milkshake back to her side. A peace offering. She accepted and drank, let lipstick print on the candy cane colored straw.
“I’m going to ask you out.” He decided gentler. Intent. “New Years Eve. Seven on the dot. You can show up in a nice dress when I knock and we’ll go. Or not.”
“You might want a back up girl.” Evie sucked in her cheeks, eyes had to leave his to see the table. Thighs pressing. He'd definitely just undressed her.
“No need.” Billy crossed his arms to shrug. “Don’t want one. Already asked the girl I want to take. C’mon, Fenny, quit hiding and get out. What are you waiting for?”
“I’m not hiding.” Evie shook her head, chest sinking. “You’re the one hiding.”
“Me?” His shoulders rose. Got all puffy like a peacock.
“Hawkins High King. Billy Hargrove.” She lifted her hands for dramatic effect. Leaned forward to match him in intensity. “Thrashing forth in a billow of hairspray and cigarette smoke. Sun left in your wake along with a trail of broken hearts. You pose for them and they eat you up. There won’t be much left..."
That sentiment kicked Billy in the chest.
"...Everything you say is layered in rage and cheese. It’s mind numbing. I have a wall up, but you put up this flashy front that just blinds everyone. You want their eyes to bleed for you. Get real, Hargrove.”
“I’ll get as real as you want. Ask me anything.” Came the challenge.
“Okay. Why’d you beat up Steve Harrington?”
“Cause he was lying to me and because I hated him.” Billy shrugged, eyes averting. "Because I wanted to taste hot metal. It's home to me."
“Lying? About what?”
“Still don’t know and frankly, I don’t care anymore.” A quick sip from his coke. “Go to the party with me.”
“You just don’t give up.” She peered into her glass. Wanted to eat the ice cubes clicking there.
“Maybe I’m asking you not to give up on me.” There was something almost sincere there like Billy was touching the earth for the first time.
“Why are you trying to trick me?” Evie pushed her cup aside even though her teeth chattered to crunch.
“Trick you?”
“This party thing.” She paused when the waitress returned to clear the table. Leaving the check face down. “You’ve been nothing but an ass to me since you moved in. Ignored me. Probably can’t even recall what I was wearing when we met.”
“Your mom’s hair kinda got in the way when she brought you over.” He joked and didn’t miss her stifle amusement, eyes rolling. “It’s not a trick, we might actually have something in common.”
“What’s that?”
“The people in this hell town aren’t very interesting. Maybe I find you interesting.” His brow quirked. Fingers tapped the lacquer table.
“I don’t find you all that interesting.” Evie smiled that time and Billy matched it.
“That’s fine. You will."
"So certain?"
"Give me a chance.” Billy’s eyes flicked over her before he sat up. Didn’t miss a damn beat. “You wore red button up shirt tucked into a little denim skirt with suspenders. Black tights. Grey shoes. Sunglasses with big white cat frames. That same gold necklace with the music note and dangle earrings to match. You introduced yourself with your mom. Took the sunglasses off and even had gold on your eyelids too. I remember it.”
"Yeah?" Her lips parted with the audible breath he stole. And oh so easily. Evie leaned closer so he followed. Hooded eyes all aflutter.
"Made your eyes look..." Billy searched. "Molten. Volcanic like."
"Molten?" Evie wasn't even hearing herself anymore.
"Just, I don't fucking know, warm like..." The beach. California. Home. Billy lost the thought and licked his lips. "You just looked painted."
"Painted?" Evie had mused then. Entertained now at his odd way of description. Tried not to think about Billy running a wet paintbrush down her bare neck.
"Yeah." Billy breathed slower. Painted. With the autumn breeze and sun in her hair, slowly brushing curls around those full, tinting cheeks. A subject the fucking Pre Raphaelites would have lost their shit over and painted all seasons. He could picture Evie floating in an endless pool being kissed by fallen flower petals. Draped in miles of iridescent chiffon reclined in emerald green grass. Looking straight at the viewer with intensity and still dreaming all the same.
"You had on a black tee. Jeans. Your saint chain. A pair of aviators tucked into your denim coat pocket." Evie peered under the table. "Same boots... You looked like you wanted to be literally anywhere else."
"That'd be the truth. Wasn't you or your mom's chipper greeting." Billy was looking down now. "Just realized I couldn't see the ocean anymore is all. You held out your hand and I ignored it because I'm an asshole. We established that this morning and now I'm making it up to you."
“And you still peeked at my chest." Evie flashed a cheekier smile. "Said your name only after Neil gave you this hard stare. Max sped by on a skateboard, you must have thought I was distracted. But, I caught you.”
“I did check your tits out, sue me. I have eyes. You have tits. The world spins.” He smacked a couple bills down as she went through her pockets. The spell on them both shattered to rain. “Already paid. Let’s go, the waitress is staring at us. We'll make a grand exit, huh?”
“But-” Evie stopped when he grasped her wrist and pulled her up into his side. Spied the waitress scowling as he held her hip and they went out. Got away from the window before she pulled from him. “Get your mitts off me, Hargrove.”
“Still open for questions.” He sniffed and they went back down the street. Another smoke was lit.
“Okay. I'll go for the obvious. Do you think we look funny together?” She crossed her arms when Billy leaned against the side of his car.
“Who cares. You’re making a big deal over nothing. It’s just a party.”
“The world cares. That waitress back there. Kids at school.” She shrugged.
“You.” He clicked his tongue, head tilting.
“I don’t care.”
“That’s why you don’t want to go to the party with me, you’re stuck on what they’ll think.” He pointed with the red hot cherry of his cigarette. “Fuck ‘em. As your Louisiana folk would say: to the devil with false modesty.” He mocked her mother's accent with that.
“Maybe, it’s because you’ve been a jerk to me. That reason enough?” Evie dropped her arms and Billy paused to nod, inhaling. “I don’t know what this is, Billy, but...just stop it. Ask someone else.” She eyed her mom’s salon and took a few steps back. “Thanks for lunch. I gotta go, my mom won’t turn this place over to the evening girl unless forced.”
“Can’t tell me what to do, Angel.” He stood taller. “I’ll bet you another Coke that Mona invites me to dinner tonight. TV included.”
Evie gaped at him.
“A Coke?”
“I’m easy to please. I’m gonna come to your house for dinner. Hour of TV at least.” He cocked his head. So full of pride.
“Why are you dragging this day out?” She turned to face him again.
“I want to meet your cat.” Billy wrapped his lips around the smoke. Exhaled after. “That little creep stares at me from your window day in and out.”
“He doesn’t like boys.”
“Bet he’ll like me.”
“I bet he won’t. He’ll stay in his bed and not spare you the time. It'll hurt your ego.” Evie came to Billy with her own certainty.
Bourbon was old. He liked to sleep, have his ears scratched, and purr. A lot. He hid when company came and keeps a safe distance once wandering out.
“Oh, another challenge. Okay, Fenny. We’re doing this.” Billy came to her, flicking his smoke to crush it under the toe of his boot. Cold wind blew. “When I come to dinner tonight-”
“If.” She corrected.
“When Mona invites me with her beat to hell Louisiana accent,” Billy insisted, “you get to play hostess. If that cat takes a liking to me, you’re going to the New Years party with a Hargrove.” He towered there and studied her.
“And that’s if you can even set foot into my house... It’s not a date. The dance.”
“What do you have to lose here?” Billy offered his hand and Evie eyed him suspiciously. Lips pursed before she reached to take it. His other broad palm came up to prolong it, engulfed hers before he leaned in even closer. Whispering and sultry. “Oh, and literally everyone in that place is already staring at us. We look just fine together, Evangeline. To the devil.”
Evie hitched a breath. Inhaled his cologne and twisted to see many eyes snap aside behind the glass.
“Ah, shit.” She tugged from his warm palms and went inside. Billy, cool and collected, trailed after. He cleared his throat and spoke up.
“I just really don’t want to impose, Angel.” The tone changed and her body locked, turning to question it before her mother replied at reception first.
“Impose?” Mona blinked, snapping a book shut.
“I-”
“Your daughter kindly invited me to dinner, I figured it was too short notice for her lovely mother." Billy made a thing of it to sigh with longing. "Any other day, I’d-”
Evie's entire face scrunched at him. Cheeks red like strawberries when her jaw set.
“Oh, no! You’re always welcome. We’re having Swedish meatballs. Easy thing to whip up. I always make so much extra, don’t I, Evie?”
Evie Fenny hated Billy Hargrove. Officially and totally. Hated his smug little face.
Her tongue clicked at him.
“Mm hm.”
Billy only smiled, winking. Too easy.
“What a wonderful idea to invite him, baby. I’m going to be headed home soon. We might have a late meal. Is eight alright for you?” Mona tucked Evie’s curls behind her ear and flashed a hundred watt grin.
“Eight is perfect, Ms. Fenny.” Billy charmed the entire room. Except the painted, plush storm cloud in front of him. “I also have to say, has anyone ever told you that you look like a brunette Dolly Parton?”
The woman about squealed at him.
“You know, I get it sometimes.” She touched her collar with one hand and pushed at him. “Does your family want to come over for dinner?”
“Unfortunately, no. My dad is taking Susan out. You know, date night. Max is spending the night at a friend’s house. Police Chief’s new kid. So, I’m all alone tonight.”
“Well, not anymore, come over and I’ll get you fed. My door is always open, Billy.” Mona tapped his chin. “Eight o’clock sharp.”
“I’ll be there.” He turned to Evie. Speechless. Voice lowered as he leaned in to brush one knuckle along her jawline. “And I’ll be seeing you, Angel.”
Billy seemed to linger for her to say something more, finger curling into unruly locks.
"To the devil." She uttered with pointed brown eyes. Unable to leave him.
The curl bounced back into place. Billy heard her lungs sputter with need and bit his lip, sly. A final wink just for Evie.
One bell and he was gone.
“Mom.” Evie broke to moan and pull herself back together, following. “Why?”
“Why, what? Let the boy come over for dinner.” She plucked up a comb to put some finishing touches on a woman’s hairdo, nodding to her stylist.
“He’s trouble, you know about him. The whole town does.”
“Sweetheart, we’re always going to be hospitable. Especially to troubled souls. It’s what Dolly and the Bible would have wanted.” That was always Mona's sound advice.
“Christ.”
“Evangeline.” Mona shot her a look. Fussed. “Do not take that tone with the Lord, young lady.”
“I’m sorry, just,” she blew air out her lips and whined, “I can’t stand him.”
“Seemed awful cozy out there or have I gone blind now? All the smiles and nicknames.”
Evie bit her tongue at that because there was plenty Mona chose not to see.
“Billy does that, he tricks you and then steps on you because it’s a game to him.”
“Maybe he’s trying to do better. I know he gotten into some trouble, but what do I always tell you?”
Evie crossed her arms tight, hip cocked. Monotone.
“You’d tell me Dolly would want us to see the light of a clear blue morning.”
“And has Dolly ever steered me wrong?” Mona pointed with the comb before she fluffed the locks up. “Perfect, go ahead and finish this. Good work, dear.”
“Thanks, Miss Mona.” A new hire moved to finish, pushing large glasses up her nose. Mona went around them and Evie followed.
“I know, I know. Be brave and kind. Honest and always open your heart. Blah. I’ll be civil if he is.”
“Oh honey, let a boy be nice to you once in awhile. You might like it.”
“Pssh. Find me one first.” Evie passed her mom to get her bag. “They only get nice when they’re older and mature.”
“I wouldn’t always bet on that, baby.” Mona replied softer than intended. “Cruelty takes so many forms, that’s how it seeps into our lives so easily. It’s a comfort.”
Evie didn’t find something to argue with there. Just watched her mother’s back tense.
Let the words flutter like silken petals on the wind.
To the damn devil.
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A/N: Here it is!! About 2K of gibberish and longing. Hope y’all like this!! I did this as part of @hsogolden ‘s #FineLineFicChallenge. Sorry for the late entry! :-)
summary: heartbreak, Shakespeare, and bars
When she first met Harry, Y/N didn’t know what to make of him. The bar was dark, starlight shining down on a local performing spoken word, the population focused most on the performers and in booths, her friend waving her toward her barstool. Taking in her surroundings, admiring the various vintage posters and shirts that decorated the walls, the exposed brick and homely booths, and the brown-haired bartender that was currently chatting up her friend.
His hair, curly, a golden brown mess on top of his head, hands decorated with green and yellow nail polish and a spattering of rings, a gaudy dress shirt thrown on them.
She’d been friends with Dahlia long enough to know that Harry was an ex, someone that she didn’t connect with romantically but claimed he was her “shag soulmate”. But there wasn’t much that she knew about him, just that they were merely friends with benefits at the moment, an arrangement that was largely on hold as long as Dahlia stuck with her current fling.
His hand reached out to her as she sat down, a dimple appearing on his face, “ ‘m Harry.”
“ Y/N,” she said, as her hand dwarfed under his large grasp, his fingers calloused, his eyes boring down into her as he nodded and repeated her name as if he were reciting ancient text and couldn’t mess up the pronunciation. Dahlia simply rolling her eyes, ordering a cocktail and shots, and jumping into a work story.
Harry would join in here and there, chuckling at them.
And at times, he’d center his attention to her, head in hand as he intensely listened to her talk, his attention unwavering as cupid’s bow smites at her weary heart. Other moments, he’d be zoned out, listening to the slam poetry and serenades being played by locals and his hands would break the bubble they’d place around themselves whenever he was particularly enraptured.
Dahlia would later recant his behavior as normal, that he’d always been so impassioned and affected. Describing him as sensitive and dreamy-eyed.
The night ended uneventfully after the last of the patrons mulled out at 1 am. Harry calling a cab as he and a coworker closed up.
Her head full of dizzying thoughts when she was given his number, “I can tell we’re gonna be good friends, better to get this away with”, wide-eyed and just drunk enough to only be able to reply in a stuttering thanks as she drove away. His hand wriggling at her yellow cab, a faint dimple dotting the left side of his face, the sky clear and starry-eyed.
Waking up, Y/N was greeted with, “ ‘til next time, good night xx. ” to her “ got home safely “ text. They’d only known each other for a night and he already had a hold on her.
A nice cold shower brings her back to reality, as she scrubs his green eyes and cologne out of her system. His curly brown hair and easy smile invading her senses, butterflies flying about in her chest. It’d been so long, desire and infatuation feeling new and unnatural in her body. But she couldn’t let herself have a girly crush on a man like him, someone as enchanting as him—especially not one who regularly shags her friend.
Anything romantic was just a figment of her mind, obviously starving for affection and latching onto anyone remotely nice and endearing. He was just a nice guy, one who kept an agonizing gaze on her face whenever she spoke, one who smelled really nice despite working a whole shift at the bar. There was nothing remarkable about him, nothing worth getting attached to.
And yet, it was like her body was punishing her for being away from him, dealing with withdrawals after only meeting him once. Chest hurting as she thought about him.
Two weeks would go by and she’s still thinking of him. She passes by his pub on bus rides and a second always comes where her fingers swipe to his number, yearning to feast her eyes on him again.
Aphrodite herself would soon take pity on her state this night, Y/N unaware as she walks up the theater steps. Her mood, however, is morose when the night begins. Anxiety eats at her from the inside out, hands wringing as she avoids familiar faces in the theater hall.
Large posters don the walls, the face of her ex spread out in colossal laminated fashion and staring down at the floor.
It has been three months since Y/N’d seen him, her heart just as heavy as the day he left. It felt silly, still affected by his frame, still as love-sick, still as devastated.
He looked good, he was doing well. Memories of auditions and line readings, of all the frustration and dedication and late nights, flood her and she can’t help but be delighted for him. He’d been working hard for so long, and securing a lead role in this play was a dream of his.
Her ticket arrived after the fight, from when her presence was expected and assumed. And at first, she just ignored it; still too heartbroken to acknowledge his presence without tearing up. But she’d been preparing for this event for so long, too much of her energy wasted on him and this play, that it felt absurd to not at least go and see the damn thing. Even if she wasn’t attached to him anymore, even if she wasn’t even keen on theater.
Y/N can feel eyes boring into her, a chill moving down her figure as she enters. At this moment, she can tell she’s not going to get through the night without at least one drink if she planned on staying placid. Too many of his friends, his family, and his coworkers occupy the space, people she hasn't spoken to for far too long. She wondered if any of them knew about what happened or if they missed her or if she was even welcomed anymore.
The bar offers some relief; ordering a chill mojito, she admires the marble counter and intricate chandeliers on the ceiling, her eyes nervously looking around. And when her drink is placed in front of her, she reaches into her wallet, but her actions are interrupted when a familiar voice and ringed hand put some money down.
“Let me take care of that for you, bunty.”
Y/N can feel her heart jump all the way up her throat, gasping up at his frame and meeting his sparkling emerald eyes for the first time in weeks. She can feel her face warm up, heart beating as he peers down and wraps an arm around the back of her barstool. All she can do for a second is gape and gasp out a small objection, “Harry I-”
But his hand comes up, shaking his head, “No, nope”, dimples protruding as he continues to smile at her. “I’ve got this” he simpers, ordering his own drink and leaning in as other patrons squeeze by to grab a drink before the show. His voice turns sincere, low, when he takes a full hard look at her, “You look nice, really like that color on you”
And she wants to admonish him, wants to push his money away, wants to question his behavior, but his scent envelopes her—feeling fixed under his gaze. Tension fills the air and she’s drawing her eyes over him as well.
He’s wearing a red patterned vest with an embroidered oxford shirt collar peeking out at the top with the sleeves folded; his pants wide-legged and grayish-blue, loafers brown and heeled. His hair is parted in the middle, and his facial hair has grown, nails painted watermelon red and bright green. Several rings occupy his hands, and a pearl necklace winks at her from his neck and she breathes out a light, “So do you” before chasing her drink.
He’s laughing now, music to her ears, and she wants to bottle it up and save it for later. The two of them take another glance at each other, grins on their faces, silence falling as they take sips of their drinks.
The play begins after they make their way to their seats, the objection of her despair taking the stage. Seeing him for the first time in weeks affects her more than she realized it would.
Y/N knew heartbreak. At age 13, she experienced her first. As a cruel joke, the second hottest boy in her grade level pulled her to the side and kissed her, called her sexy, all for a dare, to win $40 for kissing a pig. He’d stolen her first kiss, playing with her emotions for forty fucking dollars. Her first reaction was to kick him in the nuts. And it gave her some relief, but tears still stung her cheeks, his pain doing nothing to soothe the heartache he inflicted on her.
She spent the rest of the night hiding in the bathroom, too ashamed to tell her parents, too broken to even speak of the incident. Weeks later, a new boy from New York tells her that he fancies her, well all she could do was laugh. How could someone as cool and cute as him like her? Her heart hardened then, the first of many betrayals.
So when she met Benji, she let herself settle, let herself be taken in by the conceited prick who didn’t deserve her love. They’d been together for almost two years but had known each other longer, Benji’s mom running a daycare next door. And she’d loved Benji, still did.
But, sitting there next to Harry, a thought occurred to her. Here is Benji, performing and doing an amazing and inspiring performance in front of industry folk. The fruits of his labor were finally blooming. Yet, she had little to show for those two years. It felt like a waste of her time, her youth. All of her focus was on him, not her.
She felt disgusted, her eyes wetting up and shooting daggers in his direction, his eyesight blinded by the stage lights. She thought she’d gone through the worst of it, that she was done crying, and yet tears threatened to fall down her cheeks—-stomach churning and leg antsy. Why did she drag herself down here? What did she think was going to happen? Was he supposed to realize that he was wrong for cheating on her, for dumping her, and welcome her back in? Was that really what she wanted?
The Shakespearean play continued in the foreground, Y/N slipping into what felt like a panic attack. Her heart dug at her chest, her feet propping her back up and leading her through the double doors.
The lobby is empty, one patron sitting at the bar, the play muffled but continuing in the background. Y/N feels the cold air and is granted with relief, head still spinning with negativity. Not a minute passes before the orchestra is unmuffled, the doors opening and showcasing Harry. He chases after her, concern on his face.
She feels embarrassed, embarrassed for him to see her like this, embarrassed to have made a scene. She turns to tell him to leave her alone when she’s engulfed in his arms, head resting on hers.
“You alright?”, his voice whispers as his arms rub her back, earnestly trying to calm her down. He’s looking at her, his eyes looking her up and down, trying to identify anything concerning. She’s humiliated, clutching onto his body like a toddler, internally deciding if she wanted to tell him everything. When she looks into his eyes, her lips detach from her teeth, and she tells him as much as he needs to know.
While she explains everything, he’s nodding, his face serious as his hands continue to rub her shoulders and back. He squeezes her tighter, his eyebrows furrowing as he takes in everything. He’s so quiet that Y/N can’t help but feel as though she shared too much. That he was only pretending to care, being a friend of a friend. But then he’s grabbing her shoulders, voice tight, as he speaks up, “Y/N, he’s a dick. He’s an absolute prick, and he doesn’t deserve to be cried over. I’m so sorry he hurt you like that.” He’s letting out a breath, anguish appearing on his face, as he continues, “you are not hard to love. the right people will love you because of who you are, not despite you. you're worthy of that love, and I don’t know if I should be the one to give that to you, but I like you. And I’d like to try and be the one to give that to you.”
Harry’s gripping her hands now, the weight of his words affecting her as she searches his face for any deceit. She tries to speak, mouth opening and closing like a fish, pursing her lips as she gathers her bearings. “Harry, that’s...I don’t know what to say.”
Mind racing as her mind begins to warp and twist his words. She’s rejecting his statement, mind unfurling and rejecting him.
He can feel her pull away, can see her do the mental gymnastics to reject his words, wracking his brain for some way to convince her otherwise. “I get that you’re scared. Rightly should be. But, you deserve happiness. I want to help you get over this talentless jerk. Wanna mend your broken heart.”
His hands move to her jaw, bringing her closer and boring into her eyes, “I know I’m acting pathetic, bunty, you’re just so striking that I haven’t been able to go a day without thinking of you. You’ve got me under control, have since you walked into my bar. I can’t imagine the thought of anyone else when I’ve got you right here.”
The air is charged, their bodies close to one another, eyes faced squarely on each other. Y/N can feel her heartbeat out of her chest, hands trembling on his biceps. His face is backlit by the golden chandeliers of the lobby, the only other sounds either muffled or clinking glass bottles.
He’s right, she’s scared. Scared of getting her heartbroken all over again, of being used by yet another man in her life. And yet, she wants to give in. His green eyes are tracing her features and she’s never before felt as snug and protected like this.
The space between them closes and his nose slides against her, her eyes fluttering closed before softly responding, “I don’t know what to think. You’re so bare, so frank, that it’s scary. How do I know that you won’t do the same as him?”
Harry kisses her. He presses his lips against hers, their bodies pressed closer than ever, eyes shut, as they both enjoy the moment. Harry kisses her like his life depends on it, her jaw in his hands. He kisses her like no one else has ever done. She’s breathless as she chases after him, want increasing by the second. Arms reach his neck and pull at his hair, his grip on her back as the kiss deepens.
Every fiber of her being is telling her to stop, that she shouldn’t trust him, that he’s just another smooth talker. But she can’t stop. His intoxifying taste has pulled her in, too drunk on his words and actions to even care anymore.
Pulling away, his lips follow, until Y/N is pushing him back. Her hands rest on his shoulders as the two share moony-eyed looks. Catching her breath, thumb reaching to rub off a bit of her lipstick from his lips, Y/N drops her hands to his. She pulls his arm, his body following after her as she heads for the door, eyes hooded, “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
Harry smiles, dimples jutting out, as he nods and pulls her in for one last knee-wobbling kiss, as they head out the door and into the golden sunset.
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LIVING ♦ TWENTY ♦ NEUTRAL
MAURICE-ALEXANDER VAN ORANJE-NASSAU is the Royal Prince of the Netherlands, who has recently returned to Amsterdam following the discovery of he and his sister, Luana, in southern France. Although an heir to the Dutch throne was named in the late Queen Catharina’s will, he and Luana have so far refused to disclose this information, both publicly and privately. Although he is a beloved public figure like his sister, Maurice is more reserved, disliking the attention. He has recently received permission from Agostina to live part-time in The Hague.
BIOGRAPHY
They’d only ever really fought once: Luana, white-faced at the foot of a marble staircase, the front of her thousand-dollar dress smeared with cake, a lavender party hat crushed in her small palm—and Maurice, standing five steps above her with dark eyes and a scowling, mean mouth. In the empty, vast hall, he and Luana had glared at one another, the frigid silence echoing, before Luana spoke at last. Her voice was high, arrogant, accusatory: Mijn broer is een beest. Years later, by a seashore in southern France at the end of the world, they would laugh about it—what a stupid thing to have divided them for an afternoon, when now they had only each other. At the beach, Maurice massaged Lu’s head until she fell asleep, sparkling grains of sand still in her wet lashes. Those same hands had broken skin, splintered bone just hours before: without remorse, with pleasure. He turned the phrase over and over in his head like a well-worn coin. My brother is a beast.
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They tumbled into the world one after another: a girl, who wore cascades of sunshine atop her head in perfect curls, then a boy, silver-eyed and fox-faced, luminescent as the moon. These became their pet names among the royal maids and wet-nurses, the chauffeurs and visiting diplomats; zon-je, maan-je. At Christmas, Minister van Buskirk had placed a warm hand atop both theirs and smiled at Queen Catharina with familial tenderness: They are so lovely. And, perhaps, they really once were: twin dolls of the Dutch crown adorned in lace and jewels, running along open courtyards, laughing together by sparkling waterfronts—Luana the wild, Maurice the clever. They looked alike, but were distinguishable by their temperaments: where his sister socialized with ease and shone brightest standing in the center of a ballroom, Maurice longed for quiet—and where she was a rare blooming rose, he couldn’t help but feel like the thorns which covered her. Indeed, he made for a handsome, yet arrogant, little prince: standoffish to all but his twin sister, solitary and bellicose, as precocious and regal as he was boyishly bratty.
In another world, he might’ve outgrown this hardness; he might’ve swept into adolescence with carefree contentment, learned not to bristle so much, had more than just Generaal de Jaager’s delinquent son for a friend, and ascended the throne with true kingly grace. You’d be a good leader, Gabriël always insisted, half-serious and half-laughing. I’d be good, for once. For a king like you. In another world, they might have really both been good. He could think of no other thing but this, shivering in the back of a black-clad woman’s car covered in his mother’s blood. He thought of it still, standing ankle-deep in the wet sand of the Mediterranean, watching Cecile shake hands, watching Luana sob, watching Dimitri’s pitiless gaze glance disinterestedly off him, and settle instead on Blue, who merely cocked her head and, at last, gave a shrug. Show the little ones to their new home, then. I haven’t got the time to. In another world, I am kissing Luana on the nose at our birthday party, Maurice thought to himself, but that life was already fading from his memory, buried under twenty-eight bodies and a dead lineage. In another world, I am feeding her cake and complimenting her dress and I am not so cruel.
But then again, maybe Maurice had always been destined to turn into what he did: a moon-child in love with the solitary night, hardness cracking and giving out to even more hardness, one nightmarish day after another no longer inciting fear, but curiosity. Call it a morbid longing, call it a refusal to spend five years shackled to terror. Was he not a prince? He, somewhere along the way, had become entranced by them: the black-eyed children of Cecile, so lovingly nicknamed bloodhounds. In a single safehouse, how did power fall so totally into the hands of the dead? The way Dimitri and Blue brawled with teeth and knives, the way Jacques could not be put at ease without some carnage to appease his appetite, their unapologetic adoration for their Mother of Death: Luana loathed to see it, but Maurice found himself drawn to their chaos like a moth to flame. What was a lonely boy-king to three gods of the New World? Maurice would work at tamping down his want, his need, to follow them like a pupil, years and years after they left. He could not leave Luana, of course, but Maurice also knew, with unspoken, slow-falling surety: to chase after the dead into the dark was to begin down an irreversible, treacherous path. And yet, some smoky, coiling voice whispered, like a hand around the throat. Which man can deny his heart forever?
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LUANA – ANOTHER WORLD. Beautiful Lu, whose name means lion, means happy, could never understand him. But he understands her, and he loves her—isn’t that enough? God, he hopes so. They have been joined at the hip since birth: two darling halves of a whole, each one with the secret keys to a lost kingdom. In youth, he had found her conceit so irritating, her shrieky charm so gauche—but seeing her now, a girl of only twenty who walks the halls of the Royal Palace burdened by the haunting of a hundred ghosts and battered by unspeakable heartbreak, he’d do anything to have his obnoxious, wonderful sister back for just a day. Once, she had been the one protecting Maurice: sheltering him with her great galloping laugh, her bright eyes, daring anyone to speak an ill word of him—so that now, he feels he must return the favor. A great, terrible secret of inheritance sits between them, and Maurice understands it is this single secret that will define whether they survive together in the New World or not. As far as Maurice is concerned, they will. They must. He’ll do whatever it takes.
DIMITRI – VIOLENT DELIGHTS. Boys will be boys, and beasts will be beasts. It’s strange to think that Maurice came of age in the company of wolves—and even stranger still that, at thirteen, he had stumbled into their lands so fearful and angry, only to be forced out five years later with an empty, wanting heart. Luana hates them all, but Maurice finds he can’t fully share in her opinion—particularly when it comes to Dimitri. There’s something mean-spirited to Blue and something grotesque about Jacques’ brand of violence; Dimitri, on the other hand, has always been able to wear bloodsport so well. He’s as refined as he is barbaric, as caustic as he is charismatic: and if anyone could embody the alluring dark, it would certainly be him. In Nice, Cecile’s bloodhounds had all largely ignored he and Luana, too preoccupied with each other or whatever errands they were sent on by Cecile. Nonetheless, Maurice had watched him: his manner of walking, the smooth cadence of his voice, every elegant arrangement of his handsome features—and unconsciously, learned to emulate him. Since his return to Amsterdam, they’ve crossed paths once more; and if Dimitri wasn’t looking before, he’s looking now. It’s too soon to say what they are, now, only that he no longer looks to Maurice with cool disinterest—and instead, is beckoning him forward into a dark, dark world.
GABRIËL – IF WE’D ONLY LAY DOWN OUR WEAPONS. His was the first face Maurice looked for, amidst the thousands who had come to greet the van Oranje-Nassaus: a sea of the living braced against the golden shores to watch the ship dock, hands outstretched, eyes brimming with glad tears—and there, beside Thalia: Generaal Gabriël, whose beautiful face betrayed no more feeling than that of a marble statue. When they were children, they had spent time together—more time than Maurice cares to admit, hours and hours reading beneath the trees and boating on the lake, sneaking away, exchanging secrets, all of it culminating in a kiss, or two, or three—but of course, he was Luana’s in the end. All lovely things were. Maurice isn’t completely sold on the convenient narrative Agostina tells of who is responsible for the massacre—but Gabriël’s partial involvement is, to Maurice, undeniable. He and Luana had both seen it: the exchange with PYTHIA, the handshake and head nod, the words spoken like a curse from Gabriël’s lips: Red de kinderen. Dood de rest. Luana may not have it in herself to exact vengeance—but Maurice, who has always been the worser of the two, certainly can. So blind he is with bitterness, that he can’t seem to see beyond it—if he were to look a little closer, he might find Gabriël isn’t the enemy he’s made him out to be.
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“She is dead,” says the udgan softly, even as the child she carries pushes away the blanket draped over her face and howls.
“No! No, she’s not!” Weak from childbirth and clumsy and numb from the roots she’s been given, Sura nonetheless fights to sit upright, reaching uselessly after the pair.
Ignoring the clear cries of both baby and mother, the udgan continues to walk away. “She lives– I hear her!” With a doggedness that few things can engender– but among them, a mother’s love– she grabs Qutugh’s staff from where it lies at her bedside and drags herself to her feet, staggering forward with the staff as aid.
It’s not her grit that draws the udgan’s attention– Qutugh expects that of her– but the knowledge that she’s bleeding, and could very well bleed out if she isn’t careful. She turns to Sura with eyes sympathetic yet unyielding, the child still struggling in her arms as if she knows her fate and might already flee, dragging herself across the dirt floor with every onze of her mother’s tenacity.
“In body, yes. Of aether, she is hollow.” She casts her gaze to the ground, hating that it had to be this way. “I assume you– need not a udgan’s counsel to tell you why.”
Sura lunges forward and almost falls, catching herself with the staff. “So she is Muuchu reborn!”
Qutugh shakes her head firmly, not in a no but a yes, but. “Sura. I augured this day and warned you well, and still you heed me not. Twice now you have borne this child dead, and twice now she is cursed.” Her expression softens, if only by an ilm. “I beg you, do not try a third time. Her spirit belongs to the lands beyond, not the world of dawn and dusk.”
“As if the choice to try were mine!” Standing swaying with staff clutched tight, her sweat-slicked skin shining obsidian and bare thighs streaming blood, she looks as fierce a warrior as any Borlaaq.
“–Forgive me. That– I spoke wrongly. But the matter of the augury still remains.”
“If she is cursed, she’s the bravery of ten men with which to face it. She has fought for her life against my husband’s fists, just the same as I! No– if twice she has crawled from the Lifestream to this world, knowing even a mother’s womb cannot give her shelter from its ills, then twice she has earned her right to live in it.” She bares her fangs in the fatalistic snarl of a woman who knows survival and bravery are twinned. “And I will make sure she takes it for all she can get.”
The udgan steps towards her and gently pries her hands from the staff, leading her back to the bed. “Do not be selfish, Sura. She is not your vengeance. News of the curse will spread, and one or another of us will see fit to take her life, less kindly than would I.”
Her hand grips Qutugh’s arm, and she growls with rancor. “Only because you will spread it!”
The faint shuffling of her son’s feet at the entrance to the yurt is a sound only Sura could have detected. Seeing his mother and the udgan locked in near-combat, the boy ducks back behind the tent flap; but something else keeps him from bolting completely.
“She came,” he says, with a two-year-old’s sagacity. Tiny, clawed hands grip the canvas flap. “Muumuu came back.”
Caught between the mother’s ferocity and the brother’s searching gaze, Qutugh can make no good move. It’s her duty to the gods and to the tribe to kill the child and break the curse; even were it not, the khan would demand an augury for his daughter, and he would not suffer a cursed child to live, much less one of his own blood. But now that gentle Koko, whose first word was alone, whose body bears the speckled marks of aether-bonds torn from him in the womb, knows she lives, her task is stymied. Though she has never once augured false– and she doubts the aetherless child to be an exception– Koko has done little in his life but await her, as if he knew her rebirth to be fated even before she threw the bones.
The little boy’s spirit would be broken, and Sura would have her life in recompense. This, too, she had foretold; she had thought by swift action she might divert fate’s flow. But the bones never lie.
The spirits screaming in her horns with every move, she hands the twice-dead child to Sura, and squats down to cast the bones once more.
“Leave here.” She glances up from her augury. “If you would keep her, then go, as fast and as far as possible. But know that she is but a hungry ghost, one who must feed on the living to survive. Guard your hearts, or she will leave you just as hollow as she.”
For the first time, Sura looks upon her newborn child. Hairless and bright-eyed, with the tiniest curls of horns just beginning to bud, she doesn’t look a bit like a monster. She looks just like any other baby.
“Mama?” Koko still stands in the entryway, his mother’s blood-smeared nakedness and the udgan’s stern voice making him hesitate. He hadn’t even understood most of her speech; but one word had stood out to him. “Don’t go.”
“It’s all right, Koko,” says Sura. She eases herself back down onto the bed, suddenly drained. “I’m not going anywhere without you.”
Fear of losing her winning out over his other fears, he darts past the udgan, a little blue blur, and climbs up onto the bed, pressing himself into his mother’s side. Looking down at the sister who’s finally returned to him, he holds out a hand to her, careful of his claws though they’re tiny yet; she shows no such care, grabbing his finger and letting out a squeak of triumph.
I got you. It’s her first act in this world, and the message it sends is clear. I got you, and I’m not letting go.
Koko, for his part, is delighted. “Don’t go,” he says again, this time with a smile.
Qutugh stands, shaky on her feet. “Would that the boy were not here, but I– I cannot let that stop me. If you would refuse my counsel a third time, Sura, I will act in your stead. Though it cost me my life, I will defend my kin.” She moves towards Koko, to take him somewhere he won’t see her break his sister’s neck.
Sura blocks her with an arm. “Don’t touch my children.”
“It is the will of the gods–”
“–That nurselings should be slaughtered like they were lambs for the table? That a woman should not forsake a husband cruel as he is craven? Speak of kin to me, Qutugh, when you have lost a child, and she returns to you only to be put to the sword!”
“He will– have your head,” she pleads. “And mine thereafter.”
Stripped from pain and exertion, her voice lowers to a steely whisper. “Then I will take his place as khatun. I will defend my kin. And if the gods speak ill of that… then mayhap I shall speak to different gods.”
She seeks out Reunion, and there asks the bards of all the tribes for all they’ve heard of gods. They tell her of a world beyond the Steppe, where ten thousand kami rule, and there people speak to her of casting lots, of rolling dice: that it is not the privilege of udgan alone to read the fates, that she might learn to do so, and discern for herself whether her child is truly cursed.
She speaks to the kami, and they tell her, yes, her fate is ill; but that for a price of blood, she may become powerful nonetheless. Sura, with the love of a mother and the wily mind of a gedan, offers all she has– if only her children will be well cared for, and if for every pain her daughter is dealt she might gain in power likewise, then they may have her life in exchange.
It’s a bargain struck on the stained floor of a Kugane inn, where Sura finds herself disgusted by the filth that city-dwellers live in, longing for the yurt that once accompanied her everywhere she chose to travel. The city is too many people crammed into one small space, eating and mating and dumping their excretions in the same place moon after moon. So she packs up again, as the Xaela ever have, preferring to meet her death on the road than in this squalid encampment.
The gods, she supposes, are in all lands equally cruel. But if the horror of them is that they feed upon man, then so is it their weakness; for then man too has a say in the matter of whether or not they eat.
“So never forget,” she tells the twins born two years apart, “that no matter how small you are, you are never without power.”
She looks down at her necklace, woven of the old khan’s braid. For defying the gods, they had rejected her as khatun; she knew they would. It had not stopped her. “And no matter how great you are, you can still be felled.”
“Oi, Clemaunt.” The winter snows are nor yet year-round, but still Coerthas sees its share of them. It’s the best time to hunt dragons, their dark forms sharply contrasted against plains of white. And Eaulbault spies such a dark form now. “Over there, by that stream. Do you see it?”
Clemaunt follows the pointing finger of his companion-in-arms, but all he sees is a figure stooping to gather water, her child at her side. At least he assumes that’s her child: it’s the same tail, and–
“…Fury take me.” He’d mistaken the two for miqo’te at first; the child’s could almost be drooped nubs of ears, but the gnarled root-like protrusions that adorn the woman’s head… “They’ve horns.”
“And we’ve a prize to take home, brother. Two– no, three dragons. Look at ‘em.” Indeed, a second tiny figure peeks around its mother’s skirts, a slim dagger of a tail waving behind. He chuckles under his breath. “Bet they breed like suncats.” He nocks an arrow, drawing the bowstring slowly back and taking him over the promontory. “…damn! They’ve seen us.”
The smaller child is tugging at its mother’s robe and pointing, and all three turn to look– then bolt, the mother scooping both babes into her arms. But she’s slow carrying them, and she scarce makes it two yalms before Eaulbault’s arrow finds a home between her shoulder blades.
Sura Himaa, by all estimation the greater of the pair, is felled by the callow youth without a wail of protest.
At least, not from her.
Muuchu’s scream is no draconic roar, but the high-pitched howl of a child two winters old. The Convictory’s glory-hunters, who have never felled a man, turn craven at the sound.
They flee, leaving the two dragonlings for dead in the snow; the sleeves of Sura’s voluminous robe draped over her children, two protective wings haloed by an arc of blood.
#.the obsidian blade#.stardust girl#.stardust boy#.writings#okay here it is folks... origin story time#in which we learn who rev and dione were before they were rev and dione#also that's my fav opening sentence i've written to anything ever
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Hi!! Can I request scenario of Koki, Sora and Tsubasa that their s.o got into an accident and have amnesia? Thank you and love your blog!!
Koki’s scenario is a continuation of the previous scenario request.I really do love this boy, honest!
- Mod nana
Eto Koki
“…to see you two are doing well. How is…”
You awoke to the sound of peopletalking, a low groan as your eyes opened to a blinding white light.
“[Name]!”
“[Name], thank goodness you’reawake!”
You observed the look of relief onthe three people in the room when one of them walked up to you, a golden hairedyoung man who offered a small smile.
“[Name], are you alright? Does ithurt anywhere?” he asked, his sapphire blue eyes staring at you in worry.
You instinctively leaned back whenhe stretched out a hand towards you.
“I-I’m sorry but…” you broughtyour blanket closer, frowning at the youth. “Who are you?”
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“A-Amnesia?!” the trio exclaimed,gawking in disbelief.
You tensed under their gaze,clinging to the blond’s sleeve as you hid behind him.
“Kou��are you serious?” thewhite-haired young man looked to his friend and back to you.
“It’s like something out of amovie…” the blue-haired youth gasped in awe, green eyes never leaving you.
“[N]-[Name]-chan, y-you reallydon’t know who we are?” the older man asked, pointing to himself.
You shook your head, holding ontothe blond tighter when he placed a hand to your head, smiling gently atyou. “Koki-san…”
“[Name], these are our friends.They’re from the same idol unit as me, Growth. I told you about them, remember?”Koki asked to which you nodded, recalling the brief explanation he gave you earlierabout yourself, your family and friends, who he was as well as his job andcolleagues.
“The way she’s clinging to Kouso much is proof enough she doesn’t remember us.” The energetic youth sighed, makinghis way towards your bed with a friendly smile.
“Kensuke! Yaegashi Kensuke, buteveryone calls me Ken, Ken-kun, Ken-chan, whatever they like! Even you do!” heheld out a hand. “[Name], it’s nice to meet you…again.”
[E/c] hues stared at hisoutstretched hand, then at his smile before looking up at Koki who nodded.Returning his smile, you took his hand as he gave you a handshake. “Nice tomeet you…Ken-kun?”
“That’s the spirit!” Kensuke grinned.
“As usual, Ken’s friendship meteris off the charts.” The wavy-haired boy shook his head, looking back to you witha cordial smile. “Sakuraba Ryota. Just Ryo is fine, since that’s what you usually call me. You probably still don’t know what to make of this situationbut for now, let’s get along?”
You let out a sound of awe,finding yourself blushing at his prince-like aura. “N-Nice to meet you,Ryo-kun…”
“Then it looks like Onii-chan’s upnext~!” the burgundy-haired man declared, placing his hands on his hips.
“Ah. [Name], there’s no need toremember this one.” Ryota stated with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Justthink of him as a pebble on the side of the road—”
“R-Ryo-kun, that’s too mean‼” hewhined to which the white-haired idol merely chuckled in reply, offeringanother offhanded comment about him while Kensuke laughed.
“That’s Mamoru. Fujimura Mamoru.He’s the one that writes the music for our unit.” The blond whispered in yourear. “As you can see, he gets swung around by the other two a lot.” You giggledat Koki’s wry smile, calling out to the burgundy-haired man.
“M-Mamoru-san, it’s nice to meetyou. I’d love to hear your music some time!”
“Uwaahh Mamoru-san‼ That takes meback!” Mamoru exclaimed, placing a hand to his heart.
“Hm? What do I normally call youthen?” you tilted your head to the side.
“Ex-NEET.”
“Pachira bastard.”
Ryota and Kensuke said in unison,earning another shout from Mamoru.
“Stop that.” Koki finallyintervened with a short chuckle. “You’ll just confuse [Name] even more. You canpick on Mamoru later.”
“K-Kou-kun, I can’t tell if you’rebeing kind or cruel…” Mamoru cried while you and Kensuke laughed.
Crimson eyes watched as youlaughed and talked with Kensuke and Mamoru before making their way to his unitleader. A frown found itself on Ryota’s face at the way Koki’s sapphire hueswatched the three of you with longing, a painfully melancholy smile on hislips.
“Kou, can I talk to you for aminute?” Ryota requested in a quiet voice, nodding off to the hospital hallway.
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“We rushed over here becausewe heard that [Name] got into an accident…” The silver-haired singer placed a hand to hischin, glancing to the side in thought. “…but are you sure that’s all there isto it? None of those ‘fans’ from before were involved?”
“Yeah.” Koki nodded, recalling theinformation your parents told him before you woke up. “Apparently the driverthemselves brought [Name] to the hospital. And it seems those peoplehaven’t done anything since then.”
Ryota stayed silent for a second,heaving a sigh of relief.
“To think it’s been a month sincethen…” Ruby hues narrowed in remorse, hand clenching into a fist at his side. “Butto see each other again like this… It’s just too cruel!”
“Ryo…” Cerulean hues stared at hisfellow idol, offering Ryota a small smile for his sympathy. “Thank you forworrying but…” he looked to the ground, taking a breath. “I think it’s betterif [Name] doesn’t remember me.”
“What?!”
“I was the one that made [Name]break up with me but in the end, I was also the one that rushed over here when I heard shewas in an accident.” The blond began, knuckles turning white as his fingers dug into his palm.
“And when she woke up and didn’tremember me…” He closed his eyes, shaking his head. “I’d be lying if I said itdidn’t hurt.” He clutched his chest.
Garnet hues widened once Kokilooked back up at him, a resolute expression on his face despite his clearlybroken heart.
“But I think it’s better this way.If [Name] remembers who I am or what kind of relationship we used to have, thenshe’ll also remember all the scary things that happened to her because of me…andwhat I made her do to put an end to it.” His eyes narrowed at the memory. “She’ll just get her heart broken by meagain.”
Koki’s hand fell limp at his side,blue eyes looking back to your hospital room where you were still talking withMamoru and Kensuke. He chuckled fondly at the scene, looking back at his friendwith a strained smile.
“After all, I should never make my loved one cry, right?”
“Kou…” Ryota began, expression softening with a smile. “True, you shouldn’t.” he closed his eyes with a nod of agreement as Koki walked down the hall back to the hospital entrance.
Ruby eyes opened with a sigh, glancing to you before turning to look at the blond’s shrinking figure.
“But that doesn’t mean you should crush your own heart over it.”
Ohara Sora
“I do not‼” the redhead exclaimedwith a shocked expression while you laughed. He frowned at your laughter,glaring to the side.“Stupid Sou…telling you weird things again!” Sora muttered,looking back at you with a serious expression.
“Listen [Name]. The next time Souor Nozomu tell you something, make sure you check with me first beforebelieving it, okay?” he said, shaking his finger like he was lecturing a child.
You nodded with a smile to whichhe sighed.
“Honestly what are those twothinking? Messing around with a person that has amnesia…” Sora sighed again,looking back at you. “Okay [Name]? I absolutely am not into that sorta stuff!It’s just a lie‼”
“I believe you.” You giggled,though you did wonder why he was so passionate about denying what thedark-haired drummer had told you.
It had been a month since you supposedly met with a terrible accident, and while there was no threat toyour life, you had no recollection of who you were, much less of anyone else.
Andthat was where Sora came in.
While your parents handled helping you rememberyour family and friends, he spent whatever time he could taking you to places thatyou had apparently visited regularly to help you remember how you led yourlife until now.
Of course the rest of SOARA alsopitched in, teaching you things about yourself and your relationships with themand giving you company on days their beloved leader couldn’t visit you…thoughit seemed like two of them were having a bit more fun with it then they should—sharingsecrets and gossip about the red-haired guitarist which may or may not be true.
“It’s so strange to think thatI’ve forgotten anything and everything…” you began, staring at your feet. “Myfriends, my family…even my own name.”
“[Name], don’t beat yourself upover it!” Sora took your hand into his, smiling brightly at you. “That’s whatwe’re all here for! To help you remember everything.”
[E/c] hues stared at his brilliantsmile, offering a timid one of your own. “Thank you, Sora-kun.” You repliedto which the energetic composer of SOARA nodded, leading you down the streetwhile you walked hand-in-hand.
You gazed at his profile, then atthe hand holding onto yours when a stinging feeling in your heart threatenedto form tears in your eyes.
Sure you didn’t remember your name at first, butwhat bothered you most was that you knew nothing about the boy walking besideyou, a boy you knew you loved but couldn’t remember anything about—even thoughhe was working so hard to help you.
“We’re here!” you looked up atSora’s voice, eyes sparkling at the breathtaking sight. You jogged up the steps,placing your hands on the railing to take in the view of the entire city dyedin the dull orange hue of twilight.
“Wow~!” you gasped, looking backto the brown-eyed youth. “Sora-kun, it’s so beautiful!”
“I’m glad you like it!” Sora chuckled,smile much dimmer than usual. “Does it remind you of anything?”
You blinked at his question,glancing back to the cityscape as you took a few moments to gather yourthoughts. His hands clenched inside his pockets as he waited for your answer,holding his breath while his heart pounded against his chest.
“Sora-kun…” you began, turningaround to address the youth with a frown. “I’m sorry but I think it’s my firsttime seeing this place…is it really somewhere I come frequently?”
Brown eyes stared at your confusedexpression, slowly closing as he finally released his breath. He opened themagain with a smile.
“You used to back in high schoolbut now that we’re attending different colleges, we don’t pass by here as often.”Sora explained, heading up the steps to join you.
“Back when we were in school, wecame here a lot of times on our way back home so I thought maybe it’d help youremember something…but looks like I was wrong!” The young composer laughedsheepishly.
“Sora-kun…?” you began, sensing his mood had dampened.
“There’s a viewer over there ifyou wanna take a closer look at the city.” He pointed to the tower viewer stationed afew steps away from where you were standing. Your smile widened at thesuggestion, eagerly nodding as you headed over to take a look.
His smile faded once you facedaway from him, russet hues making their way to the magnificent view ofthe city.
“So you don’t remember this place…huh?”Sora whispered, closing his eyes while the wind rustled the trees and blewthrough his hair, carrying away his sigh as he recalled how this was the place wherehe first confessed his love for you.
Okui Tsubasa
“[Name]-chan, wanna hear a story?”
“A story?”
He nodded.
“A fairy tale. I don’t know howmuch you’ll enjoy it though!” He chuckled, clearing his throat to begin.
“Once upon a time, there lived a prince. A very, very handsome andcharming one that just one look at him and everyone was captivated! They saidhis beauty could rival even that of the angels! There wasn’t a guy in thecountry that didn’t want to be him—wait I’m getting a little carried away.
Anyway, this handsome and charming prince…he was blessed with angelicbeauty, wealth, talent, a loving family and friends, you name it! He hadeverything one could hope for, but he also had a really uncool side to him.
He got lonely really easily and really quickly.”
“Even though he had a lovingfamily and friends…?”
“Yeah. Like I said, that’s his uncool side. He’s the type who says he wantsto be alone but still wants someone to chase after him. Really lame, right?
So yeah, there was this one day where he did that again. This lame buthandsome prince was feeling down in the dumps about something and found himselfall alone again. That was when he met someone.
A cute little princess that found the prince without even meaning to look forhim.
‘What are you doing here all alone?’ the little princess asked,completely unaware of the prince’s uncool side. Of course this prince wouldrather die before he showed that lame part of him so he just laughed itoff with some dumb excuse, letting the princess lead him back to the others.
And somehow this tenacious little princess always managed to find himwhen he was at his worst. Even though she herself probably didn’t realize it, like magic, she always drove away his loneliness.
And of course, thanks to that our charming prince ended up falling head-over-heels for her. This strange little princess that always found him when heneeded her time and again.
But of course, nothing ever goes that smoothly…
One day, the prince had to leave the country for a quest. It was aquest that would bring a lot of happiness to a lot of people. But that meantthat he would have to leave the princess all alone.
Promising to be back in a jiffy, the prince embarked on this quest.”
“All by himself…?”
“Of course not! I told you, didn’t I? He has lots of friends! He’s not some brooding loner,you know? He’s a super popular guy!
…But you have a point. There’s no way he could’ve done it by himself. His friends, huh…? Got it!
He embarked on a quest with his friends: a stone-faced, unfriendlypurple ogre, an equally scary-looking but actually super cute blue dog, and a beautiful magician whocharmed everyone with his looks.
It took a while but the prince and his friends successfully finishedtheir quest, bringing joy to the people of their kingdom. Excited to see his princessagain, the prince rushed back home only to learn that due to a terrible accident, she had a curse cast onher. He was told that the poor princess had fallen into a deep slumber, hermemories lost with no sure way to get them back.
Of course the prince wasn’t going to give up just because of some stupid plot twist! Sohe does what all fairytale princes do–he gives her a True Love’s kiss…”
“And? Does it work?! Does theprincess get her memories back?”
“That’s what we’re about to findout…” Tsubasa stated, wrapping his hand around your cheek. “Close your eyes.” Hewhispered, molding his lips against yours. Golden hues opened once he pulledaway. “How ‘bout it? Remember anything?”
[E/c] hues stayed wide open, redcreeping across your face as you blankly shook your head, heart still poundingfrom his sudden action.
“Ehh? No good~?” Tsubasa whinedwith a childish pout, squinting at you. “[Name]-chan, that’s mean! Are mykisses really that forgettable~?”
“S-Sorry…”
“Hmm…” he hummed in thought, snapping his fingers with a sly grin. “Then wanna try it again?”
“Eh?!” you stiffened at hissuggestion, earning a chuckle from the blond-haired idol.
“I’m kidding! Even if I say we’redating, at the moment I’m just a stranger to you. Sorry about just now, I wasjust messing around and got carried away!” he apologized with a bow of his headto which you fervently shook your head.
“No, it’s fine! To Tsubasa-san, itwas probably something normal. I’m the one that doesn’t remember…” you broughtyour gaze down, gripping your blanket. [E/c] hues looked around what wasapparently your bedroom, stopping at your bedside table which was filled withphoto frames and toy squirrels.
A few photos were of people thatwere supposedly your family. One was a group picture of you, the blond, the‘purple ogre’, the ‘unfriendly dog’ and the ‘beautiful magician’ who you met afew days ago after you woke up at the hospital. Your eyes narrowed at the lastcouple of pictures–all of them were of you and Tsubasa sharing intimate momentsor making silly faces.
“Even though you’re supposed to besomeone this important to me…I can’t remember a single thing about you,Tsubasa-san.” Your fingers curled, digging into the fabric. “Every time I try to remember,my mind’s all foggy and my head starts hurting…” you explained when you felt ahand on your head.
“[Name], don’t worry about it.Don’t force yourself to remember things you can’t, alright?” Honey-colored huesgazed warmly at you, giving your [h/c] locks a short ruffle. “C’mon, you’restill recovering so get some rest, okay?”
“But…”
“Your parents are gonna be heretomorrow so once you meet them, you’ll probably remember something! I’m sure ofit!” Tsubasa assured with a confident nod when he took notice of the clock. “Ahcrap! Is that the time?!” Panicked yellow eyes looked from the clock back toyou.
“Ahh, I wanna stay the night butthe dorms have really strict rules! I’ll come over again in the morning, okay?”The blond idol offered an apologetic smile, coming closer to place a kiss onyour forehead only to stop himself before he could. Heaving a silent sigh, he movedback and stood up from his chair. “Good night, [Name].” Tsubasa said with agentle smile.
You returned his smile. “Goodnight, Tsubasa-san. Please be careful on your way home.”
He nodded, waving good-bye beforeclosing the door to your apartment. Honey-colored eyes stared at the door handle,another sigh escaping his lips as he pressed his forehead against the door.
“Tsubasa-san…huh?” he muttered,closing his eyes to take a breath and compose himself.
“Even back when we actually were strangers, you still never felt so distant…”
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[ENG] ZTAO on SuperELLE Winter issue 2017
*scans credit to lunchbox0502
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“I was very mischievous as a kid. When I was 7 years old, I insisted on racing an uncle. He said no, but I didn’t care and started running. In the end I fell to the ground, and the back of my head hit on a sharp edge. There was no bleeding, but you can see bruises. At about 12 midnight, I suddenly started vomiting, and so my parents sent me to the hospital. Afterwards my doctor said that the injury on my head had began to put pressure on the nerves and if they had come 2-3 minutes later, I would have died or become a vegetable.”
Even though his head hurt, Huang Zitao was still smiling when he went on the operation table. And then he fell asleep. He had craniotomy (surgical operation) done, got dozens of stitches, and till now, there’s still a scar on the back of his head.
It was 8 at night, in a dressing room in Beijing. Dressed in a simple white tee and pale blue denim jeans, he sat in front of the makeup mirror, talking about that childhood story of his, all the while looking a tad tired. As he spoke he leaned towards the mirror, examining his eyes, which were bloodshot as he had been working for 10 hours straight.
However, according to what we’ve heard, despite the dangerous situation, he fell asleep on the operation table smiling.
Huang Zitao also had high fever. He was just 9 days old, and had to stay a total of 15 days in the hospital. And towards the end of 2016, he suddenly fainted at the airport. That rigorous and relentless schedule had taken its toll on his heath.
“I’ve been through a lot, including moments like these where I’m close to death. But I’ve made it through, “he said, summing it all up.
“So do you have the feeling like good fortune is bound to follow after surviving all those difficulties & hardship?” “Yes”
24-year-old Huang Zitao shows his talents unabashedly and doesn’t compromise/settle with perceived norms. His weibo id is “SwaggyTao” (note: it’s CPOPKing-SwaggyT now) and the number of people he follows is zero. Swaggy (in slang) means cool. He likes to show his right profile, cares about his hairstyle, loves to have eyeliner makeup for stage performances, but doesn’t like always being asked questions about this or that. That is the part he is stubborn about.
He has grown and changed much in various areas too. Such as acting. “When I first came back, I didn’t want to act. But later on I found out that that couldn’t work. Being purely a singer, means that others might not necessarily know who you are. “
“Railroad Tigers” was his first proper movie. While filming in the bitter coldness of North-eastern China, he was down with chicken pox. There was a scene which was shot on top of the train, and there were a few dangerous moves that required the actor to be tied up. Each time the cloth/rope tightened or pulled on him, the sound of the chicken pox bursting could be heard. Because he couldn’t do anything to ease the itch, he cried as he was filming.
Acting helped him to truly know himself. In “The Game Changer”, he played Fang Jie, a frank, hot-blooded, sometimes brash and impulsive young man who also really valued friendship and ties. “I feel that there are certain similarities in Fang Jie and my character.”
But that sort of character also put him at a disadvantage. 2 years ago, the smear attacks on him were widespread and vicious.
The way Huang Zitao dealt with it is truly remarkable. “All those who said I wasn’t good, I didn’t respond to them directly. I wrote it all in my rap. So please, those of you who likes to vilify me, criticize me or quote me out of context, please do continue to attack me. That way I can write even better stuff for my rap.”
Since his return in 2015, Huang Zitao has released in total, 1 physical album, 1 mini EP, and dozens of original singles. He’s been recognised as the leader of C-POP. C-POP is Chinese pop, popular music that belongs to China. Huang Zitao wants to let the whole world listen to China’s music. “I’m willing to hold the flag of C-POP.”
The staff says that he’s a typical Taurus when it comes to work. He’s more stubborn, and will stand firm when it comes to things that he wants to persist on/continue with, such as making music, or maintaining his figure. For about 2 years, he essentially didn’t eat dinner so that he could slim down and look better on screen.
Compared to his hardwork and stubbornness, Huang Zitao wins over his fans more by his unpredictability. There’s such a comment on him from Zhihu (a Chinese Q&A website) :” forthright, with a natural sense of humor, ability to poke fun at himself, and is a very attractive/charming person.”
He’s very wiling to talk about the little elf videos he’s been posting on Weibo story, and is proud that he has managed to make so many people laugh. His staff revealed that sometimes when they are chatting, Huang Zitao will suddenly pat someone at the back to scare them. If he sees that everyone’s mood is somewhat down and gloomy, he’ll sing to liven things up. Because of this, when on set, all the crew likes him.
He’s also very down to earth. He’s super good at bargaining. Recently during at trip to a theme park, a staff member spent 20 bucks on rabbit ears. He said that he’ll be able to get in just 5 bucks. When fans gave him a small toy duck, he asked fans how much that cost. He then took a look and said that the price they’ve gotten it at was too high.
He carries a bit of a “idol burden” when he has no makeup on in private, but is astonishingly candid. Once when he was in the States, fans wanted to take a photo with him. His reply was “I can’t but I can go on the roller coaster ride with you once.” Another incident was in China where someone wanted to take a photo of him. He said, “Sorry you can’t, but you can secretly take one.” It’s not hard to understand why fans lovingly call him “the silly, sweet boy”.
But the 24-year-old idol already understands the price of fame. He says “Dreams are wonderful, but they are also cruel. “He himself feels that he been through more things than say a 34 year old, but his staff’s own critique of him is that, “There’s two sides to him, the three year old and the thirty year old. Right now, there’s more of the thirty-year-old present.”
He’s also very conscious/aware and feels that “there’s no need to care too much about things like popularity. In the long run, what’s going to be passed down are your works. When you have solid work, popularity will naturally follow.” That brings to mind a phrase from his book “Iteration 2.4”. “I may have had my spirits dampened by reality once, but I’m still as passionate as ever before.”
Q&A : Tearing down labels that don’t belong to me
Q: Why do you not follow anyone on Weibo?
ZTAO: I don’t use weibo much. Lately I haven’t been posting much of anything except on Instagram. Because Instagram is quite popular overseas, I have used it to share many music videos. I feel that hip hop culture belongs to foreigners. C-POP has not really happened in China. Right now, what I’m doing, is a good start. Many overseas folks do follow me, I have this ability.
Q: What are the differences in the requirements for tune/lyrics, in making music for everyone versus making music solely for China?
ZTAO: I don’t think about that that much. I just feel that if I wrote it in English, then it wouldn’t be C-POP. I’ll sing it in Chinese, and it’s ok if the overseas folks can’t understand it. Just listen to the melody. Let me tell you what is Chinese rock. I feel that it’s no longer an age whereby people looks solely at lyrics. That age has already passed.
Q: Then what do you care about?
ZTAO: The simplest things are the best. I don’t write about others. The things I write about are all my personal experiences, using the simplest way to express all of it. That’s my song. It’s alright that some people prefer listening to the type of songs in the past. There are also people who like me. And I feel that the songs I write, will get the attention of those born in 2000s, and possibly even the folks 20, 30 years later. I want to conquer the youth market. The new era will come. China’s music industry has been down for so long, it’s time for it to come back.
Q: So are you a person full of positive energy in private?
ZTAO: I have a lot of principles, which I actually rarely talk about with others. Once you’ve been through and survived a lot of setbacks, you’ll find that you’ve grown again. Now I’m 24 years old. All that I have and own, might be more than say, a 34-year-old. Hence, when a person has so much, why don’t/shouldn’t they treat others better?
Q: What’s your attitude towards being attacked/having labels thrust upon you?
ZTAO: Basically, I never responded to those attacks. I just used my works to slowly prove myself. I have not done anything bad, harmful or illegal. It’s all labels and things that others pin onto me. I have used at least 2 years, to tear down those labels. I believe time will prove everything.
Q: Back when you weren’t so strong, have you had moments when you were close to breaking down?
ZTAO: It’s never one single incident or matter that causes a major breakdown. It’s the accumulated stress, repression and all that negativity. Things that never happened somehow became a big deal, but I had not done anything wrong. That really made me feel very unhappy.
Q: Before the airing of “A Chinese Odyssey: Love of eternity”, you seemed pretty rueful, and wrote down some reflections on life in Weibo.
ZTAO: Actually I didn’t quite want to take on the project in the beginning. I feel that there was no need to play something that’s such a classic. I’m not really a good fit for the image of a monkey. Later on I took it on because eI felt that, regardless of how classic Stephen Chow’s take on the character is, I could make one that’s entirely my own.
Q: We’ve heard that all that monkey fur and makeup took 4 hours when you were filming in Yinchuan?
ZTAO: It was 4-5 hours in the beginning and gradually reduced to 2-3 hours. Had to wake up at 5 to do the makeup. It was the happiest set I had been on. The atmosphere was good.
Q: The Monkey King has superpowers. And this is usually realized through technology in the modern society. Amongst those futuristic/technological movies, which do you like?
ZTAO: I pretty much like all of Marvel’s series, such as X-Men, Wolverine etc. The degeneration of humans begin as technology becomes more and more advanced. I feel that AI will triumph over the human brain.
Q: That’s rather pessimistic of you. Humans have no superpowers, but as an artist, you need some, what’s your view of that?
ZTAO: Actually I can focus on doing one thing, it’s just that my endurance’s not that great. I can’t stay on set every day for 3 months. I can’t. I need to take a break. It could be just a trip out to another event and I’ll be fine when I get back.
Q: In the new drama “The brightest star in the sky”, you’re the lead role, producer and music producer. Why make this drama?
ZTAO: I play a singer in this drama, and it’s similar to my own story. After I’ve made the decision to do a drama related to music, I looked over many scripts before making changes to one, forming a team etc. It feels custom made. Later on when I got set, we changed almost every scene, a lot of what’s so dead on the script came alive.
Q: On the inside, you need to steadily build up the layers to your identity and energy. For your appearance, your makeup each time is always so attention grabbing. What are your views on make up?
ZTAO: Makeup gives me more creativity, it also helps to refine a man’s looks, and make me more confident in myself. Each time I make the decision with my makeup artist, depending on the needs of the different events.
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The ULTIMATE Queen Prompt Pack
This may differ from normal prompt packs so I’ll explain how this will work. I’ll give the first entry above the Keep Reading line as an example. I’ll put the rest under so I can update as needed and so the post isn’t too long on the dash. They’re also in no particular order.
Entries will include a link to the official Queen music video (if not, then a youtube video with the music), a link to the lyrics on Genius (because the notes give cool insight that might help), and 3-5 lines to use as a quick prompt if you’d like (and will not simply be the title out of redundancy). The lyrics I choose will be based on what would give variety to those who choose to not follow the links rather than anything else. Take note that some songs are harder than others to find isolated lines that can function as a prompt on their own. I’m just doing my best!
Inspiration can be taken from the lyrics, the music, mood of the song, story of the song, music video, Freddy’s costumes, notes from Genius or pretty much anything. Let the inspiration come to you.
If you want, followers can send in specific songs (or lyrics) for you to use as starters for an RP or any other kind of prompt. Or you can just choose a song you want. Up to you.
1. Bohemian Rhapsody
Music
Lyrics
I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy.
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
2. Somebody to Love
Music
Lyrics
Each morning I get up I die a little.
I have spent all my years in believing you.
But everybody wants to put me down. They say I’m going crazy.
3. Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy
Music
Lyrics
I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things.
I learned my passion in the good old fashioned school of lover boys.
Just take me back to yours that will be fine.
4. Tie Your Mother Down
Music
Lyrics
There’s no way I’m going to lose out this time.
I don’t need him nosing around.
In fact, I don’t think I ever heard a single little civil word from those guys.
5. Play the Game
Music
Lyrics
It’s so easy, all you have to do is fall in love.
Light another cigarette and let yourself go.
My game of love has just begun.
6. Crazy Little Thing Called Love
Music
Lyrics
It cries (like a baby) in a cradle all night.
It shakes all over like a jellyfish.
[She] gives me a hot and cold fever.
7. Save Me
Music
Lyrics
The years belie, we lived a lie.
I am naked and I am far from home.
Was it all wasted? All that love?
8. Under Pressure
Music
Lyrics
These are the days it never rains but it pours.
Why can’t we give love?
Because love’s such an old-fashioned word.
This is our last dance.
9. Headlong
Music
Lyrics
And you’re rushing headlong out of control.
Let me out of this cheap B movie.
It ain’t no time to figure wrong from right.
10. The Show Must Go On
Music
Lyrics
Another hero, another mindless crime.
Does anybody want to take it anymore?
Whatever happens, I’ll leave it all to chance.
I’ll soon be turning round the corner now.
I’ll face it with a grin. I’m never giving in.
11. Fat Bottomed Girls
Music
Lyrics
Are you gonna let it all hang out?
I was just a skinny lad.
I seen every blue-eyed floozy on the way.
12. Bicycle Race
Music
Lyrics
I want to ride my bicycle.
Hey man, Jaws was never my scene and I don’t like Star Wars.
I don’t wanna be the President of America.
13. Don’t Stop Me Now
Music
Lyrics
Tonight I’m gonna have myself a real good time.
That’s why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit.
I’m a sex machine ready to reload.
14. One Vision (Extended Version)
Music
Lyrics
I’m gonna tell you there’s no black and no white.
Look what they’ve done to my dreams.
Just gimme gimme gimme gimme fried chicken.
15. Friends Will Be Friends
Music
Lyrics
It’s not easy, love, but you’ve got friends you can trust.
The other half ran away.
You’re getting used to life without him in your way.
16. Who Wants to Live Forever
Music
Lyrics
There’s no time for us. There’s no place for us.
There’s no chance for us.
Touch my world with your fingertips.
17. Princes of the Universe
Music
Lyrics
I am immortal, I have inside me blood of kings.
I have no rival, no man can be my equal.
I’m here for your love and I’ll make my stand.
My power is in my own hand.
I know that people talk about me, I hear it every day.
18. Love of My Life
Music
Lyrics
You’ve stolen my heart, you now desert me.
Bring it back. Don’t take it away from me.
When I grow older, I will be there at your side to remind you how I still love you.
19. Too Much Love Will Kill You
Music
Lyrics
I’ve been facing this alone for much too long.
I feel like no one ever told the truth to me.
You’re headed for disaster.
You’re the victim of your crime.
It’ll make your life a lie.
20. I Want it All
Music
Lyrics
Got to find me a future. Move outta my way.
Just give me what I know is mine.
Here’s to the future for the dreams of youth.
21. Breakthru
Music
Lyrics
You’re starting something deep inside me.
If I could only reach you….
I break up with each and every one of your looks at me.
22. We Will Rock You
Music
Lyrics
You got mud on your face, you big disgrace!
You’re […] shouting in the street, gonnna take on the world someday.
Somebody better put you back into your place!
23. We Are the Champions
Music
Lyrics
I’ve done my sentence, but committed no crime.
I’ve had my share of sand kicked in my face, but I’ve come through.
I consider it a challenge before the whole human race.
24. Spread Your Wings
Music
Lyrics
Boy you’d better begin to get those crazy notions right out of your head.
That’s because you’re a free man.
You’ve got no real ambition, you won’t get very far.
25. I’m in Love with My Car
Music
Lyrics
All I hear is your gear.
So she made tracks saying this is the end now.
Cars don’t talk back.
26. You’re My Best Friend
Music
Lyrics
You’re my sunshine and I want you to know that my feelings are true.
I’m happy at home.
Whenever this world is cruel to me, I’ve got you to help me forgive.
27. The Prophet’s Song
Music
Lyrics
Beware the storm that gathers here.
Quicken to the new life, take my hand.
Late too late all the wretches run.
Who heed me not let all your treasure make you.
28. Killer Queen
Music
Lyrics
At anytime an invitation you can’t decline.
Guaranteed to blow your mind.
She’s all out to get you.
29. Now I’m Here
Music
Lyrics
And the people all stared, didn’t understand.
Whatever came of you and me
I love to leave my memory with you.
30. Stone Cold Crazy
Music
Lyrics
I’m smelling like a dry fish bone.
Got to get away from this stone cold floor.
Here come the deputy, he’s going to come and get to me.
31. Keep Yourself Alive
Music
Lyrics
It’ll take all your time and money.
Well I’ve loved a million women in a belladonic haze.
And I’ll grow a little bigger. Maybe that can be my goal.
32. White Queen (As it Began)
Music
Lyrics
Stars of lovingness in her hair.
My goddess hear my darkest fear.
So sad it ends as it began.
33. March of the Black Queen [TRIGGER WARNING: N WORD MENTION]
Music
Lyrics
Like going up to heaven then coming back alive.
Everything you do bears a will and a why and a wherefore.
I reign with my left hand, I rule with my right.
My life is in your hands, I’ll fo and I’ll fie.
To hell with all of you hand-in-hand.
34. Seven Seas of Rhye
Music
Lyrics
I descend upon your earth from the skies.
I stand before you naked to the eyes.
By flash and thunder-fire I’ll survive.
Then I’ll defy the laws of nature and come out alive.
35. Radio Gaga
Music
Lyrics
So don’t become some background noise.
You’ve had your time, you had the power.
So stick around, cause we might miss you.
36. It’s a Hard Life
Music
Lyrics
You win - you lose. It’s a chance you have to take with love.
They say it’s just a state of mind, but it can happen to anyone.
I’ll look back on myself and say I did it for love.
37. I Want to Break Free
Music
Lyrics
You’re so self satisfied, I don’t need you.
And this time I know it’s for real.
But I have to be sure when I walk out that door.
38. Hammer to Fall
Music
Lyrics
Lady Mercy won’t be home tonight.
Don’t hear the bell but you answer the call.
Convinced out voices can’t be heard, we just want to scream it louder and louder.
39. ‘39
Music
Lyrics
Don’t you hear my call though you’re many years away?
Write your letters in the sand for the day I take your hand.
Your mother’s eyes from your eyes cry to me.
All your letters in the sand cannot heal me like your hand.
40. Death on Two Legs (Dedicated To…) [TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE MENTION]
Music
Lyrics
You never had a heart of your own.
Have you found a new toy to replace me?
Put your money where your mouth is Mr. Know-All.
Was the fin on your back part of the deal? (Shark!)
You’re a sewer rat decaying in a cesspool of pride.
41. Flick of the Wrist
Music
Lyrics
Intoxicate your brain with what I’m saying.
If not you’ll lie in knee-deep trouble.
Seduce you with his money-make machine.
42. A Kind of Magic
Music
Lyrics
No mortal man can win this day.
The waiting seems an eternity.
I’m hearing secret harmonies.
43. I Was Born to Love You
Music
Lyrics
I was born to love you with every single beat of my heart.
If I was given every opportunity, I’d kill for your love.
I’m caught in a dream and my dream’s come true.
44. Las Palabras de Amor (The Words of Love)
Music
Lyrics
Let me hear the words of love.
And all for fear, and all for greed.
But while we live, we’ll meet again.
45. Innuendo
Music
Lyrics
Don’t take offence at my innuendo.
Just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be.
Yes we’ll keep on trying. Tread that fine line.
46. Heaven for Everyone
Music
Lyrics
You come to me and everything seems alright.
This world could be free, this world could be one.
Just your smile could smooth my ride.
47. Flash
Music
Lyrics
He’ll save every one of us.
King of the Impossible
Just a man with a man’s courage
48. I’m Going Slightly Mad
Music
Lyrics
Are they trying to tell you something?
It finally happened.
To be honest you haven’t got a clue.
49. These are the Days of Our Lives
Music
Lyrics
When we were kids, when we were young, things seemed so perfect.
You can’t turn back the clock. You can’t turn back the tide. Ain’t that a shame
No use in sitting and thinking on what you did.
50. The Miracle
Music
Lyrics
The wonders of this world go on.
The one thing that we’re all waiting for is peace on Earth - an end to war.
The time will come one day you’ll see when we can all be friends.
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“I could make you come in threes
I’m half way to my knees
Am I too close for comfort?
For the millionth time, I got a love
For the blue eyed boys, I got a love
For the cruel youth, I got a love,
Won’t you tell me please
Why they got no love for me
Won’t you tell me please
Why they show no love for me.”
@val666ntino this is such a Val song.
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Siberian Nights
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1,817
Beta: The amazing @seenashwrite
A/N: This was written for @mrs-squirrel-chester’s Album Challenge. I choose the album, “Ash & Ice” by the Kills. This was written for the song, “Siberian Nights” which is the eighth song on the album. Smut below the cut. :) Slight angst due to the album chosen. The lyrics are in bold and the fantasy is in italics. Mild cursing. :)
Dean-motherfucking-Winchester.
That man should come with a warning label. Side effects, top-to-bottom, from the panty-dropping smirk to the confident demeanor that just exuded sex. When he walked into a bar - hell, anywhere - all eyes were on him. Swagger was the name of the game.
He always knew how to make you laugh, and how to lighten the mood. You two had a witty - sometimes sexy - banter thing going on, but he’d never acted on it. He just flirted with you, and then took some other girl home.
Uh - hello? You had needs too, thank you very much. Could you have picked up someone for yourself? Hell, yes. Still - you’d rather have Dean Winchester between your legs than some random dude, no contest, wasn’t up for debate.
But he never picked you. Just your luck, to be completely into a guy that wasn’t into you. So then why did he flirt with you? Did he really flirt with all of his friends? Were you in the proverbial friend zone?
When he asked you for girl advice, did he ever bother to notice how your face dropped when it worked, and he went home with another random girl? Maybe he thought of you as a sister. Wouldn’t that be perfect? Cue the sarcasm.
You were totally lusting after him. You stole glances at his body whenever you could. Who could blame you, really? Impossible not to, with those flannel shirts that fit him so well, displaying muscled arms that you were sure could hold you up while he plowed you into the wall.
You had hope. Eventually, it would happen. Dean would wise up and notice you. But what’s a girl to do until then?
Have shameless sex fantasies with about him, that’s fucking what.
Seemed about right. You could call it practice. A rehearsal, some mental exercising, for when Dean actually opened his mouth and asked you out.
Dean was asleep at a table in the library, head planted atop an open book. You and Sam had actually gotten him to do some research, apparently to the point of exhaustion. You were tired of research too, and your mind wandered to other pursuits.
Sam had gone on a coffee run. You had privacy. Was it risky thinking about having sex with Dean when he was so close by? Sure.
But what were you supposed to do, exactly, sleep? You were way too horny for that, so getting yourself off while watching him sleep seemed like a dangerously good plan.
And so you closed your eyes.
I could whip you up like cream
I could drink your seven seas
Is that too close for comfort?
You smirked at his still, silent form as you quietly got out of your chair and walked over to the kitchen. You looked through the contents of the refrigerator until you found a can of whipped cream. You placed a little on your finger as you walked back into the library.
Dean woke up, startled at the noise that came from the can. Then his eyes met yours. You wiggled your eyebrows and slowly licked the whipped cream off your finger, those pretty green eyes now widening, following the path of your tongue.
You placed the can on the table, and in one quick move, took off your shirt and bra, exposing your perky breasts to his lustful gaze. You winked at him while you picked up the can, now swirling whipped cream on your breasts. The cold sensation of the cream wrapping around your nipples made you shudder.
Dean didn’t need to be told what to do. He was out of his chair, and fast. You laughed, wondering if even draping yourself in pie could’ve gotten him moving faster. But given the shit-eating grin on his face? Not a chance.
Mouth open, he dove for your nipple. He kept his eyes on you as his tongue slowly wound around the taut nub, lapping at the whipped cream until there was nothing left. But how could one be sure?
And that man sucked and nibbled on each nipple for what had to be a good four minutes each. You started to arch your back and moan loudly. Dean’s arm wound around you, holding you in place while he diligently worked to get each bud nice and hard.
The slight pain mixed with the pleasure from just his lips alone went right to your core. You bit your lip, suddenly needing him between your legs, now more than ever. His scruffy chin held traces of whipped cream, which you gladly licked off before bringing him into a passionate kiss.
Dean was the first to pull away.
“Better than pie.”
Just as you’d thought.
“Now that’s a compliment.”
“I want your pants and panties off. I want to see what’s mine.”
His possessive tone made you moan as you slowly stripped, throwing the rest of your clothes somewhere in the room, because at this point, who the hell cared?
Dean walked behind you, his hand gliding over your body until it landed on your chin. He carefully turned your head back towards him. His gaze went from playful to Dom in seconds. His hand slowly moved down to your neck, pressing his body against you, holding you close.
“Are you going to be a good girl? Good girls get rewarded.”
You shuddered as his warm breath ghosted over your skin, his low voice making you wetter. You nodded, not trusting your own voice. His other hand quickly ran down your skin to your ass, giving you one hard spank.
“I believe I asked you a question. Are. You. Going. To. Be. A. Good. Girl?”
He Dean punctuated each word with a thrust, his denim-clad cock rutting against your bare ass. You whimpered at the friction. You desperately needed him, and he seemed to sense it, the bastard, because suddenly his body pulled away. And now you watched as he around you, settling himself into a wide leather armchair.
I could make you come in threes
I’m halfway to my knees
Am I too close for comfort?
For the tyrants in a rut, I got a love
For the gutless dogs, I got a love
For the doomed youth, I got a love
You weren’t even sure if Dean was kinky... and wait a minute, there aren’t leather chairs in the bunker. Why was your imagination adding inaccuracies? Was it to warn you?
Opening your eyes, you glanced over at Dean. He was stirring, but not yet awake. So you had a few more moments. Or, rather, your lustful brain wanted a few more moments. You’d just have to remember to be quiet.
Won’t you tell me please
Why they got no love for me
Won’t you tell me please
Why they show no love for me
I’ll be charging through your dreams
Riding bare chest silver steed
Am I too close to the bone?
You slowly went down on your hands and knees and crawled over to Dean. His eyes got darker as he watched you glide toward him. You stopped when your head was between his legs.
You looked up at him as your hands slowly moved up his thigh to his crotch. Your anxious fingers slowly pulled the zipper down, and you gasped, surprised and pleased to find he wore no underwear. Gently grabbing Dean’s thick cock, you freed it from his pants. You placed two hands on his knees, bracing yourself as you leaned in, wiggling your breasts against his length.
You squeezed your breasts around his cock, slowly sliding it in and out of your cleavage. The sounds coming from Dean were turning you on so much, you knew you’d need new underwear. No way you could wear these again.
Slowly, you moved your head down to take some of his cock into your mouth while your breasts massaged the rest of his length. You started with slow licks, just enough to rev his engine, but not enough to get him off. His moans increased, making you moan as well.
The vibrations coming from your throat spurred him on, bringing him closer and closer. You could feel his cock twitch in your mouth; his orgasm was so near. You couldn’t wait to taste his cum, the fruits of your labor, when a loud sound suddenly broke you out of the fantasy.
Shake a little hup two three
I’m Jesus, rip my jeans
Am I too close for comfort?
For the millionth time, I got a love
For the blue eyed boys, I got a love
For the cruel youth, I got a love
Dean was awake and staring at you, mouth open. He had dropped a heavy book on the table. You looked at him with a dazed and confused look. That is, until you realized where your other hand was - down your pants.
Your thumb was pressed against your clit while two fingers were inside your pussy. You were so close to an orgasm you could practically taste it. Too shocked to do much of anything, you held his gaze. The tension was palpable.
Dean rose from his chair and walked over to you. He carefully took your hand out of your pants, his eyes never leaving yours. Easing his hand past the waistband of your panties, his thumb replaced your own, pressing into your clit hard, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. Watching your reaction carefully, he then slowly inserted three fingers into your waiting pussy. He bent over, his mouth was now next to your ear.
“If I knew you wanted me this bad, bad enough to moan my name and touch yourself in the library while I was asleep, I would have made a move a long time ago.”
You involuntarily drew in a sharp breath of air.
“The first time I ever saw you? I wanted nothing more than to rip your clothes off and fuck you into my mattress… but I didn’t want to put you in danger. I care about you too much to make you a target by claiming you. But, now?”
His head moved ever-so-slightly, a brief and barely-there nuzzle before he spoke again.
“Now I can’t resist you anymore. I need you. You’re mine.”
His. Dean Winchester’s. Fuck. Yes. That’s all you ever wanted. To be his girl. Hmm….Y/N and Dean. Damn, those names sounded good together.
And oh fuck, did he want you - badly, just as badly as you wanted him. Then there was one last whisper:
“Don’t cum til I say.”
You’d guessed right - Dean liked to be in control. But how were you not going to cum right away? Your breathing was hitched, and you were moaning his name so loudly you were sure that folks seven counties away could hear you.
Dean didn’t let up - he hadn’t said you could cum, and fuck was it hard to hold on. You could feel your orgasm coming. It was going to be a doozy.
You heard a rumbling sound nearby.
“That’s the Impala. Sam’s back, so I suggest you cum right fucking now.”
Then Dean looked you dead in the eye, that growling, dominating voice cutting right through you.
“And if you’re a good girl, I’ll reward you later.”
You were speechless, shocked, turned on and amazed all at the same time. You finally had him. You finally had Dean.
You leaned forward, nibbling on his shirt, trying to muffle your moaning. You closed your eyes as a warm, pleasant euphoria washed over you. It felt like it was never going to end.
You disconnected your mouth from his shirt, leaning back and looking up at Dean with a huge smile on your face, dizzy and reeling from the effects of your orgasm. You were still breathing hard, and it wasn’t calmed by his final action. Dean winked at you as he removed his fingers, licking your cum off them slowly.
Won’t you tell me please
Why they got no love for me
Won’t you tell me please
Why they show no love for me
Won’t you help me get through these Siberian nights? [x2]
You know it’s hard for me to be alone
Tomorrow we’ll go back to our sides
But tonight I need some warmth
“Hi guys! I come bearing coffee,” Sam called out from the stairs.
Dean-motherfucking-Winchester had liked you this whole time. And now you actually had a chance with him? This was going to be a long night. Coffee sounded like a great idea.
Tagging
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I'm sorry, this might be a big ask and I know you just started but is there anything you can post for Billy and your new OC? Evie/Angel? I love your writing and I'm so interested in this new fic. =D
That’s super sweet, I’m really touched! This fic is rough so I pulled something from the draft I’m working on. It’s v new, anything can change!! Honestly, it could be a while before I post. I really want to keep working LFTM.
But, here’s a taste of Billy & Evie. Her name’s Evangeline, goes by Evie, and Billy is insufferable so he takes to calling her Angel, sarcastically at first. They’re a disaster and he’s going to fuck up a lot. Boy has messy teen motives. Still flirting with how I’m characterizing him, he’s different from WTL!Billy.Thanks so much for being kind and asking about it!!! XOXO
Sins Of My Youth snippet:💘
“What the hell are you doing, Billy?” Evie shook him by the leather jacket. Actually had his taller, broad frame pressed into a brick wall. Made him pause to observe her face. Mauve lips frowned deeper. This was a cruel thing and she couldn’t stand it. This back and forth. These sides of Billy that only came out when it suited him best.
“Making it up to you. Christ, just fucking let me.” He shrugged, going around her. She was being difficult about this, maybe rightfully so but it still gnawed at him.
“C’mon.” Billy went on. Not bothered by the cold in his white button up shirt and jeans. Tucked and tight. The gold saint chain bounced against his chest as he walked. Hard, intent steps with a lazy wave. “You like burgers? Who doesn’t, I’m hungry.”
“I don’t need you to make it up to me, Billy.” She trailed after him. “This weird game you’re playing really doesn’t interest me.”
“This town is so fucking boring. You know that?” He spoke instead, clicking his tongue and looking ahead. “Got nothing to do, why not hang out? We’re neighbors.”
“When have you acted like a neighbor?”
“Right fucking now, Angel.” Blue eyes shifted to spot the right building.
He was such an ass and she was still willingly walking beside him.
“Ask Tommy or Carol to hang out.”
“No one likes Tommy or Carol, would you want to hang out with them in your free time? Fucking annoying. Carol wants to fuck me and Tommy? …You know, he might want to fuck me too.”
“So, you’re with me because I’m not annoying like them and I don’t want to fuck you?”
Billy turned sharp to see her at the crosswalk. Golden curls swept up.
“Who said you didn’t want to fuck me?” The shit asked it so genuinely too.
“Literally me, just now.” She pressed the walk button because he had her under a spell and Billy went before it changed. “Ugh.” Evie, ignoring her better judgement, paced after him. Street was empty.
“You’re plenty annoying, Fenny.” Billy strode inside the diner and didn’t wait before he grabbed a table. Slapped a plastic menu down across the way until she moved to take the offered seat. A waitress appeared from nothing, but Evie figured Billy just had that effect.
“Know what you want, sugar?”
“Number three. Coke. Cheese Fries. Jalapenos on the burger and on the fries. And whatever the lady wants.” He stole an ashtray and dug for a smoke, not looking at either girl. Few people eyed them and Evie gave in. They were both still pretty hungover and she didn’t want to make a scene. Which Billy knew well and used to his advantage.
“I will have the exact same thing.”
“Are you sure?” The waitress looked Evie up and down as she said that. Oh, so carefully. Evie paused to tense up, acutely aware that she didn’t look right across from this gorgeous boy.
The thought hadn’t even struck her until it was pointed out, that’s what sobered it painfully.
“Yeah, she’s sure. We’ll take a large chocolate milkshake also. Two straws.” Billy snapped, flicking his menu up. The waitress bowed her head and hurried away. Evie’s jaw hung open while he played with his lighter distractedly. Eyes flicked up. “What, are you catching flies over there?” He lit a cigarette and her mouth shut.
“I’m in the fucking Twilight Zone.”
#billy hargrove#Billy hargrove x oc#billy hargrove fanfiction#mine#Billy x Angel#Angel Fenny#writing
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